Light Shines Down On This Home Still

Im gonna have a math exam tmmrw, instead of studying im writing a scenario w childe and scara, hopefully it will finish tmmrw hshhshhs.

But pls wish me gl for tmmrw👉👈

Im so close to give up the scara part, how am i supposed to write it damn

Happy Birthday, Diluc!

"Paimon, if you stand there, I'm afraid the wind will blow you away..."

"One last place to clean! Traveler, after we finish cleaning the leaves, let's go to..."

"Master D—Diluc!"

141 men finding out military!reader is only 19 after they break down from being overwhelmed and overworked??

✎ this idea bounces around my head a lot actually and now i have a reason to write it down finally :) i wasn't sure if you wanted them altogether or separately so i did it separately because it's easier lol. i kept it platonic and sfw!

✎ tags : gender neutral!reader, reader has a panic attack, descriptions of violence/injury/death, swearing, hurt to comfort, all platonic relationships, only half proofread

you're barging into the safehouse where he had said to rendezvous, gasping for air that your closed throat won't let through. the rifle held in your dominant hand is dropped as soon as the door is shut behind you, and you're clawing at the straps of your helmet and chest armor to get them off because it's too tight and it's too much and you can't breathe.

this wasn't your first mission. it wasn't even the bloodiest one you'd been on thus far. you could handle the gore and the death and the pure misery of the victims of these situations, because at the end of the day, you were helping them, right?

unless you were too late.

the family had been huddled in a corner, two children laying underneath their parents. there had still been two other rooms to check in the house, but you were running out on shaky legs.

he's in front of you now, looking down at you and asking if you're injured. you're sitting on the floor, heaving for breath and tears pouring from your glassy eyes.

"it's not- it's not fucking fair!" you cried out finally, trying desperately to wipe your face dry on your sleeves, but it only worked to redden your skin further. "why are these people doing this? how could someone be so cruel?"

he sighed softly, not knowing how to respond. the team didn't show emotions like this, they didn't deal with them, not like this. but they had all been here, where you are now. they had all asked why, again and again and again until the word lost all meaning.

"i mean, are we even really helping? god, these people are all already dead! why are we here? why- jesus fucking christ, why am i here?" you rambled; you weren't talking to him anymore. your voice was fizzling out, getting quiet enough that he had to lean closer to hear your unsteady words.

"i can't help these people," you sobbed. "i'm just a kid, i'm only nineteen, i can't- i don't know what i'm supposed to do! they said i was special! they told me- said i was so much better and smarter than everyone else, what a fucking joke!"

☆ simon "ghost" riley

he knew you were young, but fuck, if that didn't break his heart, there was nothing left that would. simon didn't talk to you more than any of the others on the team, but you were special, like a little sibling to the team, to him. always having enough energy and kindness to make up for the rest of them.

seeing you like this was a first, even for him, the man who had seen the worst of the worst. it wasn't like he was immune to emotions, but he had spent so long pressing them all down until he couldn't feel them that this was new to him again. all he could do was offer a hand on your knee that he hoped resembled something like comfort.

"we're almost done here. the heli will come for us soon," he said quietly. "you did good, like always."

he watched and waited with you while your sobs whittled away to sniffles, never moving his hand from your knee, where you had grabbed onto it with one of your own. most people knew not to touch him, that they'd end up with one less hand if they did, but you were an exception.

☆ john "soap" mactavish

at first, he doesn't do anything, just kneels in front of you and stares in shock. you're nineteen? you had always danced around the question that the team would tease you with, asking if you still had to work on your homework, but it was always a joke. now it wasn't.

instead of dwelling, john shifts and sits in front of you, almost hovering over you awkwardly as he tried to figure out what to do. sure, he was one of the more open people on the team, but when you're standing next to ghost, just smiling makes you look emotionally vulnerable.

he takes your hands away from your face and into his, placing them on your lap before gently holding your shoulders. "look, we're almost done here, alright? we'll be far away before you know it." that didn't help much, so he paused again.

the almost-distraught look on his face forced a giggle out of you. his worry turned to confusion, why are you laughing now? you probably shouldn't have been, but the big, scottish military-man fretting over you was kind of funny.

"alrigh', lass, at least something cheered ya up," he grumbled, but turned serious again right after. "higher-ups were right, ya know. you are smarter than the rest of 'em. maybe even smarter than us, yeah?" he said with a smile.

☆ kyle "gaz" garrick

it wasn't that long ago that kyle was where you are now, fresh out of school and eager to prove himself in the military. except it had taken him several years longer than you to reach where you both were now; he had had plenty of time to come to terms with the horrors he saw.

now he realized that you hadn't, because you were smart and you were better than most other people, so they had thrown you in, like a minnow in a piranha pond. by all means, you were doing wonderfully for your circumstances, but you could only keep going for so long.

he sat down beside you, shoulder-to-shoulder, and wrapped an arm around you to bring your head down to rest on him. he sat with you quietly, giving you the time you needed to just get it all out.

eventually, once you're more calm, he breaks the silence with bad jokes that he definitely stole from simon.

"why do twitter users make bad soldiers?" you lifted your head to stare at him incredulously before he continued, "because, they're too quick to retweet."

☆ john price

the captain knew how young you were. he never told you, but he hadn't wanted you on the team at first; the second he was handed your file and saw your birthdate, he started protesting. but it wasn't up to him this time. he couldn't spare you from this, and he knew that it would always weigh on him. he knew he would always remember this, you, crumbling in on yourself in a heap on the floor.

john came down on one knee in front of you and started telling you a story about when he had started, how one of his first missions had gone so terribly wrong. you honestly thought he was just going to tell you to "suck it up" until he told you about one family he had saved during that mission, one that was still alive today. they still sent him letters, even.

"all you need is one good save, kid. and you've got dozens already," he murmured. he wouldn't say it outright, but you really were one of his best.

you remembered the child clinging to your back as you ran out of a collapsing building, the woman who's leg you had managed to get unstuck from fallen debris, the man you had stopped from being executed just in time.

price smiled once he saw he had gotten through to you and helped, at least a little, and roughly patted your shoulder. "evac will be here soon, chin up now."

(footage/animation not mine obviously)

I realize I'm 3 days late to posting this on my Tumblr blog but eh who cares--

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEE~~!!

DESTINY.

~warnings;; manga walhalla arc minor spoilers, canon divergence, death, blood, knife

~genre;; angst, hurt

~wc;; 1544

~characters;; hanemiya kazutora x gn!reader

~listen to;; one step forward, 3 steps back by olivia rodrigo

;;authors note at the end;;

what is he thinking? thats the first thing that goes through hanemiya kazutora's mind the second he steps in juvie. he just killed his best friend's brother. got his other friend in huge trouble. what is even happening to his life right now?

the two years in juvie feel like a lifetime. and the one person who believed in him all this time, was you. you, who was close friends with mikey and baji, you, who would give him the biggest smile. you, who would visit him everyday in juvie, tell him about your day. he noticed how you would never mention toman, scared to hurt him, scared to hurt yourself. he didnt even know why you bothered to even check up on him. each time he saw you, he felt more and more guilty, and he knew that was how you felt as well.

———

two years had finally passed, and you had stopped coming a few months ago. you would send letters instead, telling him about how your day was, though he couldnt help but realize how much shorter, how much vaguer they were then when you first started sending him stuff. its only fair to him, he thought.

he'd gone insane. and he knew that. the day he decided to join walhalla, you confronted him infront of his appartment.

"what the hell do you think youre doing? kazutora, youre better than this, i know that. i know you. please, dont do this."

he had only looked at you, eyes devoid of emotion.

"you, you dont know anything. stop pretending to know me. because you dont, ive changed, and you cant even realize. you call that "knowing" someone?"

he was nearly screaming at that point.

"you abandoned me in juvie! you left me to rot there, you sent meaningless letters, you shouldve just said goodbye once and for all. are you sure you even know me? or are you keeping up a facade because you feel pity for me? because if thats the case, i dont fucking need it. get out of here, i dont want to see you again."

and, hes done it. pitter, patter. was that the sound of the rain or the sound of your tears? you didnt know anymore.

those words hurt, not only him, but you. those were the last words he said to you before he walked away, eyes glassy. the next time you met would be the worst day of his life.

------

kazutora leaves his appartment that morning instantly dreading the day ahead of him. its not gonna end well, thats all he knows. he keeps up his wall. he acts smug as usual that day though hes anxiously waiting the very moment he sees your face again. that day he screamed at you still haunts him. he can only hope it was enough to drive you away from him.

------

toman vs walhalla. the fight starts in an abandoned parking lot. quite ironic that the sign behind them says "safety first", because this fight is going to be anything but safe.

both sides stand on either sides of the dirty lot. they stare eachother down, both desperate to win this fight. oh, and there it is. you stare at kazutora harshly, a slight crease of your eyebrows, and he feels like hes done for right then and there. hes already lost this fight, its already over for him. he feels like crying for a second, his eyes gloss over for a split second before returning to usual. he sets his mind straight, attempting his best to push the image of you out of his head for the sake of this "reputation" hes built up for himself. he could laugh at how pathetic he is in this moment. he steps forward, stopping right in front of draken. forces himself to smile wide.

-------

the fight is a whirlwind for him. all he registers is hitting mikey in the head, then collapsing himself. oh crap, is what he thinks when he picks up his pole to hit mikey. you would never forgive him for this. but what does he even care about your opinion?

right?

the first thing he sees when he regains partial conscience is baji. baji, talking to chifuyu. and a string snaps in his brain. again? again, has somebody left him? now he only has you, and he's not even sure if you can count as someone that's truly on his side.

selfish selfish selfish selfish is all that that goes through his mind. he has no control over his body, his personality has split, his hands moving on his own. picking up a knife, what am i doing? walking down the mountain of cars. looking at baji makes him irritated. looking at you, you, who was standing right next to baji made him even more insane. why, how could you forgive baji? why did baji deserve forgiveness when he didn't? what did baji have that he lacked?

then again, its not like he's met anyone's expectations before.

-------

slowly, ever so slowly, stalking down the mountain of broken down engines, he takes up his knife, preparing to end whatever he had caused.

he has no control over his body, flickers between conscious and unconscious, dark and insane, in control of his body and being controlled by something known as insanity.

coming up behind baji, the moment takemichi decides to turn his head, he drives the knife forward.

only it doesn't hit who he thought it was. it doesn't hit baji's flesh, but what it does cut is yours.

the knife digs into your stomach and you spit out blood. your eyes are wide, not knowing why you did that anyway. perhaps it was so that kazutora wouldn't be blamed.

------

the last time you talked with kazutora was the day he lashed out on you. you slowly walked back home, feet getting heavier and heavier by the step. the second you get home, you collapse on your bed, screaming into your pillow, blaming yourself for falling for someone so unstable, someone who could never love you back.

-----

the sound the knife makes as it punctures your back is disgusting. kazutora wants to die the second he realizes what he's done. everybody looks at him in surprise, not anticipating such a turn to the fight. your body crumples right in front of him, and its like a stab in his own heart when he knows that he's the reason that this, whatever this is, has turned into such a result.

his heart sinks right then and there.

———

everyone is wide-eyed. even kisaki stares at the situation, nobody dares say anything.

kazutora drops to his knees. letting go of his knife, which rolls down the pile of cars, occasionally screeching a bit, until it hits the bottom. mikey stares at it, before directing his attention back up to kazutora, his eyes full of hatred. he’s about to run up when draken puts a hand on his shoulder.

mikey shoots him a glare, the fuck are you doing? draken only stares forward and mikey decides to comply just this once. takemichi and baji look on at the unfolding situation with disbelief. nobody has fully registered the situation apart from kazutora.

said individual’s mood turns a whole 180. he grabs your body in his hands, and you look upwards giving him a small smile.

“kazutora, you finally look worried yeah?” you manage to spit out, eyes drooping.

“y/n, no stop talking, just- i am so so sorry please, hang on for-”

“kazutora, i’m not going to make this one. this isn’t your fault, it’s fine. promise me to leave me some flowers, the ones we saw at the park together, hm?”

“thanks, kazu.”

the use of his nickname is the last string that snaps. he bursts out in tears, his eyes running, he manages to nod his head.

“ill be waiting, but don’t come too soon you idiot” you grin up at him, giving him the biggest smile you’ve smiled in months.

“i love you”

and it’s the last thing he hears your voice say before your body goes cold and so does his.

———

you guys used to walk home together, always passing by this one park. you saw a butterfly once who led you to a small pink flower, one so small but so vibrant. you called it destiny and he said it was “weird”. he wished he spent more time with you, let you know how special you were to him. little did he know that somewhere, you regretted every second you didn’t spend with him as well.

———

the next day, kazutora walks alone to that park. no heavy backpack, no you beside him.

he follows another butterfly, one that was yellow. it reminds him of the yellow bracelet you always wore.

he picks a small pink flower, bringing it to your grave. he sits down, holding back his tears, and placing the flower right in the middle of the grave.

he looks up to the sky and says,

“i love you too.”

he leaves a small note on the grave. if somebody were to unfold the paper, it would read “destiny”.

though nobody ever did open the note.

a/n; MAJSHD okay so if you’ve read this far hi hello thank u

GHIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING AN ACTUAL FIC so yeah mhm this might suck HELP

BIG THANKS TO @rim0na BECAUSE SHE LITERALLY HELPED ME CRAFT THE ENTIRE THING SO YEAH THANKS RIM

@maik0u because angst (even if u don’t rly know kazutora) and @kodzukoi because she said she wanted to be tagged 😋😋)

Anw anon, i reread the first draf pf part 2 i did and it doesn't fit to my liking so i'll try to redo it (i swear if i got burnout again)

when is ‘the street performer i met today’2 coming up? :)

no pressure!

AGSHAHHA NONNIE SO SORRY I FROGOT, bro this past week i've been busy asf. But dw i'll try to finish it asap 😞👍

HEY MY POO POO POOPY SHIT

irdk

IM YOUR POO POO WHAT

[ 𝟏:𝟓𝟕 𝐀𝐌 ] — 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀

it’s cold.

that’s the first thing kisaki thinks when he wakes up, eyebrows furrowing when the bed is empty and devoid of you and your usual warmth beside him. sitting up, he groans as he stretches his muscles out, hastily climbing out to find you. he tries to convince himself not to panic.

the bathroom lights are off—he notes all your things are thankfully still there—and so are the hallway lights, and so are the living room lights, but the kitchen seems to be lit. sighing, he walks in, watching from the entrance as you sit at the table, swirling a cup of tea around in your mug glumly.

“you should be in bed,” he says dryly. you don’t even blink, staring off ahead.

“what’s it to you?” you scowl. he grits his teeth, eyes narrowing as they stare down at you. it’s scrutinizing—everything seems to be when it comes to kisaki. he’s always got something to say, and it’s grown tiring for you.

“watch it,” he warns, making you roll your eyes. staring up at him, there’s a small pool of tears at the corner of your eyes, and his anger slowly ebbs away. for the first time, he takes in how hallow your eyes seem and how disappointed you are. and he feels himself fearing your withdrawal from him—the rejection seems unbearable if it comes from you.

“you go back to bed,” you wave off. “i’ll come in a bit.” you try to hide the shakiness of your voice, but he catches it immediately. and as scrutinizing as kisaki can be, as nit-picky to every detail as he can seem, as hard to please and even harder to decipher as he is, he’s always known exactly what you needed and exactly what to do.

“won’t be able to fall asleep,” he mutters quietly, sitting beside you at the table. he snatches your mug from your hand, taking a long sip of your tea.

“tetta, seriously?” you groan. his lips curl into a smirk, the mug meeting his lips again as he finishes the contents in one large gulp. you should kill him, you think, he’s gotten away with enough anyway.

but his smile is pretty, and the messy bed hair that frames his face is prettier. it makes you smile despite yourself.

“i see you grinning, dumbass,” he says cooly. “you’re not mad.” reaching over, you take the mug from him, giving his shoulder a good shove in the process. it’s halfhearted and it wouldn’t do anything, but he leans his body to the side anyway, his theatrics giving you the satisfaction of seeing him lose his balance slightly.

“i won’t forget the things you said to me,” you whisper. the words underneath are clear. they’ve left a scar. his heart cracks a little, and he wonders if you’ve realized you have the power to batter it until it’s weak. it wouldn’t be hard—one foot out the door and kisaki’s lost all that makes him a man, but he hopes it doesn’t come to that.

“they weren’t true,” he mumbles. “nothing i said was true.” his hair falls onto his eyes, and even though you’re mad, and hurt, and incredibly tired, you find it second nature to reach forward and brush the strands out of his face.

he immediately presses his own palm to the back of your hand, holding it in place and leaning his face into it. and it’s rare to see a small bit of vulnerability from kisaki, to see him so openly hint that he wants—that he needs an ounce of affection, but you know he craves it, and he’s lost without it on most days.

so, with a sigh, you brush your thumb over his cheek, shaking your head at how soft you are for him. loving him’s not easy, but perhaps that’s why you do it. the difficult tasks are always the most rewarding ones in the end.

“tetta—”

“baby,” he corrects. a small grin etches across your lips.

“how about gumdrop?”

“don’t push it,” he purses his lips, and you laugh. and it’s beautiful, he thinks, the soft glow of your face as the dimly lit kitchen illuminates your skin. your head thrown back in your laughing fit sends waves that crash over his heart. he’s casted away from everything else for a moment, all he can focus on being you. and he’s not mad, couldn’t ever be.

“okay, fine,” you agree. the smile on your face slowly falters, but his grip on your hand doesn’t. “baby, i’m just…i can’t deal with the things you say sometimes,” you whisper. “i’m not cut out for this,” you admit.

“you don’t have to be,” he soothes. “i’m working on it. i won’t say things like that anymore,” he promises. and it’s hard to tell if it’s the truth or not, but he sounds determined. and kisaki’s never given a reason not to believe him, he’s always gone great lengths to give you what he promises. so, with a shaky sigh, you lean into his embrace, hearing the beating of his heart in his chest. it’s the same heartbeat that soothes you to sleep each night and matches the rhythm of yours. he kisses the crown of your head, and nothing has ever made him feel as whole and seen and complete as the feel of your skin against his.

“promise?” you whisper.

“yeah, whatever. i promise,” he mumbles. pulling away, you cup his cheeks, taking in the sleep that’s still laced in his eyes, smiling gently at the sight. kissing his nose, then his cheeks, then finally, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips, you stroke your fingers through his hair as he leans into your palm.

“okay,” you nod. he glances at you expectantly. “what?”

“and…?”

“and…?” you tease.

“say it,” he glares. rolling your eyes, you hug his waist, feeling his hand rub over the small of your back.

“i love you,” you murmur. and with an equally as demanding tone, you add, “say it back.”

and it’s his turn to roll his eyes as he mumbles “i love you too.”

Kamisato Ayato x Reader

Notes: just a small something since he came home. Gender-neutral terms, blood & injury mention, protective boyf Ayato✨

Cornered, you considered your options. Run and risk the two men chasing you? Fight back and risk a black eye at the least, all while your lover’s jacket turned dirty with your blood?

You really had no way out, pressing yourself impossibly closer into the alleyway as though it were possible for the wall to swallow you and transport you elsewhere. To think all this happened over a misunderstanding.

“You scum, wearing the Commissioner’s coat like that.”

You opened your mouth to protest, a hoarse and cracked sound pleading for a break. “No, I - “

The man puffed out his cheeks, an ugly red colour popping through his face in profound anger. “Unless you’re some whore who ran off indecently with the Commisioner, threatening to tear down his reputation!”

The man accompanying him scoffed, adding in another sentence before you could get a word in. “So which is it, are you a filthy thief or have you seduced our honourable Yashiro Commisioner?”

You sigh. The men were harassing you over borrowing Ayato’s coat to keep you warm from the cooling winds. You only wanted to run your errands around Hanamizaka in peace, not be cornered and threatened for something clearly trivial.

“Ah, is there a problem here?”

Thank Narukami. Your shoulders immediately relaxed upon hearing the familiar cadence of your boyfriend as he directed the men’s attention to him.

“They think I stole your coat!” You called over the men, seeing the silent confusion written on Ayato’s face.

The two men’s eyes widened comically as they looked at one another and shook their heads. “Commissioner! We were simply looking out for you! We aren’t sure what they were doing parading around in your - “

Ayato held a hand in the air to stop them from continuing. Clearly, these scoundrels held no respect or foresight whatsoever.

“It appears to me that you’ve unnecessarily cornered my partner,” Ayato motioned to your form huddled against the wall, still shaken but less scared than before, “surely the two of you can see that I am not in my coat now, yes? I fail to see why any of this is worth scaring them.”

“Lord Kamisato, we - “

“A clear oversight on my part. It seems that I haven’t done my duty as well as I would have liked.”

Ayato walks past the two men, stance and posture upright, determined, graceful. He approached you and carefully leans to capture your chin between his fingers, tilting it ever so slightly to meld his lips lovingly against your own.

Pulling back slowly and softly, a satisfied hum reverberating upon seeing your shocked and confused expression and sensing the two men still present behind him, Ayato gives them a pointed look.

“My duty is to protect those closest to me. If either of you approach them again, it will be your last.”

“You can’t possibly threaten us, that wouldn’t be a good look for you, Commissioner - “

“Ah,” Ayato grinned, “the two of you look familiar. I believe… yes. You two have committed numerous acts against the Tri-Commission in the past through petty games - namely tax evasion. I protect Inazuma and therefore, you two have disrespected the Raiden Shogun by neglecting your citizen’s duty. You understand the consequences of directly harming a Tri-Commission member,” he motions to you, as you were his and thus affiliated with the Yashiro Commision, “Perhaps that is enough cause to, eloquently put, stay quiet?”

That was enough to send the two into a flurry of apologies, profusely bowing before they ran out of the alleyway with their tails beneath their legs.

Ayato gave a soft smile, turning back to you and trapping you between the wall and him with his arm next to your head.

“Now, where were we?”

So true

kazutora klo lagi berargumen terus merasa udh mau kalah pasti pake kata2 "iya deh cewek selalu bener"

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