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INTRODUCTION!

Hi! I'm K, call me K. This is my first blog and I am fairly new in Tumblr! I LOVE the colour pink as you can see. Since I am new here im quite of an old woman who don't really know how Tumblr work, so I hope you can help me. Despite of my horrible grammar I absolutely love to write and share my works! Lets be friends if you're interested!

FEW THINGS TO ADDRESS:

My page will be suggestive or straight up NSFW so minors DNI.

I MAY or MAY NOT write dark contents so if you can't handle possible dark stuff I advise you to stay away.

Despite of dark contents, there are a few thing I wont write such as rape, SA, sexual abuse, gore and etc.

I will inform whether specific genres are open for request.

My work take a long time to finish since I do have a life and other stuff to take care of.

My grammar sucks so if you can't handle excessive grammar mistake and word crimes, this ain't for you

STATUS:

REQUESTS : CLOSED BRAINROTS : OPEN CASUAL CONVO : OPEN

MAIN GENRES:

FLUFF/COMFORT＊ : CLOSED ANGST/HURT ❖ : CLOSED (wip) SMUT/ SUGGESTIVE ☼ : CLOSED

MY WORKS SO FAR:

Poisonous petals of love (Kaeya x Hanahaki! Reader) ❖

Unconditionally (This one is horrible istg) ❖

Sugary Sweet (Sugar daddy Childe x Reader) ＊☼

When I was your man (Albedo x Neglected!F.Reader & Childe x F.Reader) ❖＊

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Don't Take My Sunshine Away Submission

There are a lot of trigger warnings but I can't spoil it in the end, uh blood, no kinky shit tho

In this fic, you are Chile's ex-bed partner.

You are my sunshine

You smile as your son is waving at you happily. He was but a baby who was waving their fist. You lend out a finger and he grasp it. He wasn't supposed to be born, but you still did despite the words, threats, sarcastic remarks that went to your way.

My only sunshine

You and Childe were never meant to be. He was a harbinger, you were a commoner. He doesn't love you, who was not at the same level as him. You can only warm his bed. Even you knew about it but you still fell in love with him. You knew that this will be the death of you but you didn't care. You'll love him as long as you want, you didn't care even if he didn't love you back.

You make me happy when skies are gray

You once thought of aborting the child once. But everytime you look down, you will unconsciously touch hour stomach while thinking of the child.

You'll never know dear, how much I love you

You will always have a smile on your face everytime you look at him. Even though you don't know how to take care of one, you tired your best. He was after all, your sunshine.

Please don't take my sunshine away

But you son only managed to live for 3 months before he got taken away from you. You still remembered how, you still remembered Childe's eyes when he looks at you. They were but cold eyes that were staring at you as if you were a dead person. It was nothing like of the past. Even though he didn't look at you with adoration, he still has a bright light.

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping

You have a smile on your face, so beautiful. The reason why a commoner like you got noticed was also because of your beauty. A beautiful woman who feels beauty from within, from the love you give to your ideas and the creative ways you express your soul. You who are the one who wraps your arms around the soul of the world, of all who love you and those who need to love.

I dreamed I held you as I lay sleeping

In your sleep, you unconsciously cradled your pillow, dreaming of your child who is away from you, who's life and death is unknown.

But when I woke, dear, I was mistaken

You awoke from your dreams, expecting to see your child. But you didn't saw him, you looked around the room until you realized.

So I hung my head and I cried

You hung your head and cried. You pour all your anger, bitterness, hatred, all of your emotions that bottled up in the past months. You did something you know the rational you wouldn't. You went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife and slit your left wrist deep. You didn't care, you just went to bed and went to sleep.

But you didn't know was that, Childe have to do that because he was a harbinger. He can't love you, harbingers' aren't allowed to have weaknesses. He loves you as much as you love him. He didn't kill your child, he brought him to the Tsaritsa in hopes to ask permission for his son to live. The Tsaritsa, even though has closed her heart, can see on how Childe loves the child. She gave him the permission to take care of his child. He was happy, the first thing he did was sail back to Liyue to find you. He saw your home and immediately smelled blood. He forced himself in and went to where the blood is, then he saw your figure, with a smile on your face, as blood stopped pouring out of your wrist. He was devastated. He... He didn't mean it to be like this! He just wanted to protect you. He cried. As he saw your figure with pale white skin, so pale that it meant that you are dead. He hold the of yours child, into his chest as tears runned down on his face. He promise you that he'll take care of the child, promise that he will never leave the child. Promised... But no matter what he would do, you won't ever come back. His child cried, so he went outside and called his men to take care of you. He look down and saw how the child has the same face, hair as you but his eyes are the same as him. He smiled, since he promised, he will accomplish it.

- 🥗 anon

Does this make sense? I also don't know. I just wanted some angst since I heard the song, I was thinking of Xiao as the person who lost someone but then I remembered Childe so... I didn't edit this so there might have been some mistake. As for the spicy Xiao, I can't make it without being distracted so... I'll just do it in the future.

Goodness I thought this was gonna be kinky but ended being nothing but paaaaain, sorry if I added a readmore, had to hide the ending because of possible suicide triggers

From Green to Blue

Summary:

When you look into his eyes, all you see is indifference. But when he looks at her, all you see is love.

Chapter One: Dull green eyes

Eren leaves you for your best friend. As you wander the cold streets of Shiganshina, you wonder were everything went wrong.

Chapter 2: She has his heart

You have yet another reminder that Hannah has his heart.

Chapter 3: Hannah's story

Hannah's side of the story.

Chapter 4: What you have

Armin and Hannah team up to help you.

Chapter 5: Memories

You reminisce with Armin about your relationships. And Biannca confronts Hannah and Eren.

Chapter 6: Prelude to confrontation

After seeing Biannca, you decide to confront Eren and Hannah.

Chapter 7: Confrontation

You suddenly feel nothing.

Chapter 8: Darkness before the light

The death of a love.

Chapter 9: Darkness

You think of white walls, the suffocating remembrance of your childhood. You finally say goodbye to Eren.

Chapter 10: Indifference

Slowly Hannah sees the light go out of Eren's eyes. And wherever she goes, pieces of Y/n's remains.

Chapter 11: Kind of dizzy

You leave behind the golden sunset and mountains. It is back to the grey city for you. The white walls close in on you. And that is when your world collapses.

A new revaluation changes everything.

Chapter 12: Reminiscence

After realizing nothing will be the same again, Eren reminiscences about the past.

Chapter 13: Hell

You prepare for your confrontation with Eren and Hannah.

Chapter 14: Breaking point

Everything falls apart for Hannah.

Chapter 15: Into the cage

Eren makes an offer that your just might take.

Chapter 16: Fear

You move in with Eren.

Chapter 17: Blurred and buried

Being back in the apartment makes you relapse, with the bit of progress you made evaporating. You start to lose yourself. The memories you hold are blurred and buried.

Chapter 18: Reopening old wounds

You think back on how your intimacy with Eren is forever sullied. Meanwhile, Eren feels old feelings reawaken.

Chapter 19: Compelled

Summary: The thoughts of Eren with another woman compel you to act, or rather, self-destruct.

Chapter 20: Time passes

Hannah reflects.

Chapter 21: A mother's shadow

You had never felt more lonely. Even after doing what you think is right, everything feels wrong. Armin then drops by and the two of you have an important conversation.

The first thing you remembered when seeing Eren was his eyes. You never remembered seeing eyes that green. It was those eyes that drew your attention to him. Those eyes that brew you into him. You remembered the way he looked at you. It gave you a feeling of euphoria that you thought would last forever. But recently, that has faded. Now when he looked at you with indifference. You weren’t sure when this had happened. You chalked it up to Eren having a hard time at work. It started with him being distant. You tried talking with him, but he would blow you off. Then he would leave at all hours and not answer your calls. It was at that point that you wondered if he was seeing someone. But every time you tried to speak to him about it, you were called paranoid. That was where you were naïve. Because now he only looked at her with those eyes.

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Vigil ✤ Kazuha

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A/N: Here is the Kazuha angst, sweeties :')) I wrote this with my prepared angsty playlist hehe- I.. well, my heart cracked..

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"Text in this format means dialogue in flashback!"

≿————- ❈ ————-≾

The memory of peering into the crib with excited blabbers remains fresh, untarnished with the passing of time.

It feels like it’s just yesterday when your mother reached for the wailing baby laying inside to hand him in your caring touch.

“This is your little brother, [Name].” you squealed when the boy clung unto your finger, “His name is Kazuha. Be a good sister for him, understand?”

“Yes!”

Ah, that did feel as if it was just yesterday.

“Nee-chan!”

Dropping the basket of laundry, you frantically looked around.

“Nee-chan!”

“Kazuha-!?”

He was sprinting, arms flailing as tears spilled past his eyes and panicked exclaims left his lips. His friend was chasing him from behind, laughing as he waved an undercooked fish—your brother’s worst nightmare.

Comedic but understandable.

“Tomo’s making me eat it!” your younger brother mumbled behind you, pointing accusingly towards his friend who sheepishly spluttered excuses at your stern gaze.

Taking the skewered fish in Tomo’s hands, you hummed, patting his and Kazuha’s heads.

“How about I cook something for the both of you, instead? How’s that sound?”

“Yes, please! Nee-chan’s cooking is the best!”

You can never get tired of cooking for the two of them, even if your sibling eventually asked to be taught, you find yourself still taking over cooking duty. Lovingly whipping up dishes is your forte.

It stuck around when the household eventually lost the attending servants following the fall of the Kaedehara clan. It even stuck through the grim times of your parents’ passing.

Kazuha had went through so much at a young age, changed little by little—and you aren’t oblivious to it. With his growth, you are a witness to his budding shell of maturity.

Single years fold into a decade and all of a sudden, the mirthful silverette who doesn’t last a day without calling you ‘big sister’ has grown up.

Far too quickly, to be honest, but who are you to hold him back?

“You don’t call me ‘nee-san’ nowadays,” you laugh jokingly, “My, you’ve grown so much, Kazu!”

He stares at the plates of food you set on the dining table, his sigh small and feeble as you continue gushing. Albeit he has a smile on his face, it appears tight. Forced.

But you turn a blind eye to that—you’ve always been doing it.

Now, however, it seems that your brother has grown tired of humoring you. It has been going on for too long.

“I’m not some child anymore..” his monotonous voice is so unlike him—it’s as if he no longer is the person you grew up with.

Having him address it bluntly prompts you to pause, the only sound being the sizzling of unagi meat, frying to perfection. The richness of its color, however, dulls when you process what your sibling has mentioned.

As if its vividness is an illusion meant to shield you from present-day reality.

Still, you shake it away, keeping the smile on your face as you set the fried meat on a new plate, turning to put it down on the table beside the other dishes.

“Oh, Ka-“ you stop, seeing the look in his eyes.

The way his carmine optics bore against your [c]s is foreign.

It’s scary.

It’s different. It’s new.

You sit down in front of him, trying not to show how restless you’ve become. Such an attempt is futile, of course, since you’re in front of the person you’ve been with for years.

“Kazu-“

Thud!

Silence zips your lips when he lays his chopsticks down. It isn’t by any means a slam—but someone like Kazuha doesn’t need to be outright with anything in order to express a negative opinion.

“So please refrain from initiating unnecessary coddling,” he cuts you off with a swivel as he leaves for the door. “I have grown up now, sister. I... need you less.”

What?

A multitude of emotions hit you at once, all coming from his sudden statement that feels like it can tear you apart. But oh—who were you kidding?

You know that this will eventually come.

The very day where he admits that he is capable of being alone. Without you.

The opening of the door causes you to stand from your chair, “Wait!”

He does as you said but doesn’t look back. His hand remains on the handle of the knob, unchanging of his decision to leave.

You tug the black and red scarf from your neck, inching close to the man so you can wrap it around his neck. “It’s cold outside.. won’t you at least eat something?”

It takes him a moment to respond—but his decision does not change.

He detangles the fabric on his neck and, without looking you in the eye, sets it in your hand, rejecting your offer.

“Later.”

And he’s gone.

≿————- ❈ ————-≾

Nothing changed much after he left with that declaration.

Often times he still returns in the dead of night, a smile on his face. It will only ever droop when you come in the room greeting him a lovely evening, and he will sigh.

“I told you not to wait up for me.”

He will depart for his room before he can hear your explanation.

It leaves you hanging, hollow with bitter hope and refusal to believe that you both have reached that time in life where he doesn’t need you as much.

Each time he turns his back, you are filled to the brim with sorrow you didn’t know you’re capable of holding.

Retreating to the upper floor of your home, you will stay at the balcony sighing your concerns away to the stars. To the place where you believe your parents are staying, listening to your bouts of frustration and worry.

“Was I a good sibling for him, mother? Father?” you’ll sometimes mutter as you play with your silver locks, the only thing you share with your sibling other than the forgotten name of a once esteemed clan.

And as you vent all these to the stars, you remain oblivious to the lone figure hiding by the shadows in the adjacent room. His frown is tiny. Sad, but not guilty.

Kazuha will leave once again before he’ll hear his sister’s frustrated cries.

Sometimes, he will chew over it when he is wandering Inazuma—thinking, pondering if perhaps there could’ve been a way to say it without hurting his sibling. But as he contemplates over and over, he finds that there is no easy method to admitting the truth.

His friend Tomo, albeit not being told anything, is naturally cognizant of the things revolving around the silver-haired siblings. The older sister’s presence has been diminishing and he can count her appearances at Kazuha’s side getting less.

He has implied several times to make up with the female even if they had no outright argument, and when faced with a baffled question of ‘why’, Tomo only smiles.

“Because you’re family.”

So simple and yet—when Kazuha thinks of the matter a minute longer, the taste in his tongue becomes acrid.

“What upsets you?” his friend questions as he coos over his white feline, “You’re not the Kazuha who’s always crying for big sister, heh.”

The silverette cannot even find it within him to send a retort. His silence, to others, is a message that typifies a want to be alone—but to Tomo, who has known him since they’re both children, that silence is different.

With a hum, he stretches his limbs, yawning as his cat rolls around the grass.

“You know, [Name] won’t hate you for wanting it,” he starts, “You want to wander, don’t you? But you feel like you’re tied down. You’re grounded—because [Name] is here.”

Kazuha flinches and his friend snickers.

Spot on.

“I’m just going to repeat what I said because I meant it, Kazuha. Tell her the truth. She’s literally the most understanding person I know—it’s not like she’s going to despise you for wanting something.”

“… I’ll think about it.”

Tomo sighs. It’s not what I was hoping for but it’s a start.

Remembering something that moment, Tomo lets out a loud scream that nearly sent his friend toppling in the nearby stream of water. Kazuha looks on with slightly wide eyes as the other man jumps to his feet, violet eyes gleaming.

“Oh, right! I plan to initiate another challenge!”

Another challenge…

Kazuha closes his eyes with a hum, “I do hope you’ll last another. You’ve been faced with the worst of the worst.”

The chuckles that leave his friend’s lips are excited and sort of expectant.

“It’s going to be the ultimate one of all! So if you’ll excuse me~”

≿————- ❈ ————-≾

Perhaps a talk with your brother will do you both good.

You’ve both been acting like strangers walking on eggshells underneath the same house and it is driving you insane. He’s not even looking you in the eye anymore!

Given his quiet personality, confrontation will be difficult, but he’s a cooperative person. Besides, he always hears you out.

There isn’t any reason for him not to when he knows that this will be done only for the betterment of the future.

So, with a nervous disposition but eager heart to settle things right, you lift the basket from its place with plans to head over to the market. It’s an hour or two before dusk, just the perfect time to shop for dinner.

“Mm.. some dry-braised salted fish for tonight sounds lovely.” You muse, remembering how the dish is your brother’s favorite.

Ah, the number of tries he takes to perfect and stylish it into his own can’t be forgotten.

It doesn’t take too long to cook it, but you’ll be making tons of other side dishes and dessert, so it’s best to start early!

You exit the abode, the smile on your face present as ever even when you’re greeted outside by a couple of Shogunate Soldiers. Their features appear sterner, their hold on their naginata rock solid.

“Are you Kaedehara [Name]?”

Hm?

“Yes. Can I help you?”

The soldiers lunge forward, spears falling to a position pointing at you from all possible angles, cutting any means of escape as you furrow your brows. “What’s the meaning of this?”

“Your brother has defied the Decree of the Shogun and was hereby declared a criminal. Going against an Imperial Decree results in punishment inclusive to his immediate family.”

Your basket falls to the ground.

Thud!

Kazuha’s feet create a loud sound following his landing, a breath of panic expelling past as he rushes away.

The warmth in his hand escalates to a scalding degree, burning and searing like the fading power of Electro held within the golden casing.

To think that that was what Tomo meant.. !

He does not feel anger, no, just the burn of desperation and want to hide his friend’s Vision because he doesn’t want it to be taken away—to be placed in that statue that displays the lost ambitions of many others.

He’ll be damned before the Shogunate can take it… !

The criminal evades those at his tail, making swift maneuvers on rooftops and alleys without a second thought. His limbs are answering his every command, be it to duck, to jump—or to even draw his blade.

He is still ways away from the port but getting there won’t prove to be too complex for someone like him. He’s cut down plenty of the samurai in his escape from Tenshukaku,

Tomo…

“You’re family. Tell her.”

Family—

“This is the first one in a long time I’ve heard of it being extended-! To whom again? The clan that has lost its prestige a decade ago, right?” he almost trips in his sprinting, darting to an alleyway so he can further eavesdrop.

Did I hear that correctly?

A relieved sigh escapes when those chasing him run past his hiding spot.

Sucking in his breath, the silverette tightens his grip on the faded Vision of his best friend as he listens in the hushed conversation.

“Be quiet!” someone hisses, “If someone overhears us, what next? Still, I do feel bad.. they lost so much already. I can’t believe they’d drag an innocent person into it, too..”

“Well, there’s nothing we can do. The Shogun issued the penalty to immediate families, right? As far as I know, there are only two Kaedeharas left—”

Kazuha feels his heart stopping. Kaede..hara?

There’s no mistaking it.

But why—?

Why would a punishment meant for him extend to her?

She’s innocent!

Going off-course, he sprints in the direction of his house. The house that he lives in with his sister who takes great care of him—the same sister he’s willing to leave in favor of chasing what he wants in life.

He’s willing to, but he doesn’t.

Because perhaps—perhaps if he stayed and buried his desire, then he will amount to the same greatness she has done for him. But he cannot stand it, either. As patient as he is, as kind and ‘gentle’, [Name] can always see through his face.

He’s always been antsy—always itching to wander and he’s stumped that his sister is well-aware of that fact. Still, she’s always playing the ignorant one, pretending not to care- still coddling him as if he’s little and he’s had… enough of it.

But now that the situation has pinned this misfortune upon them, the ronin realizes that she’s only pretending for his sake, as well.

“Cut that out, I don’t need it. I fear that.. you will only embarrass yourself.”

Wasn’t it him who refused to tell her of his want to roam free in the first place?

“I understand that I am your brother—but there is no need to worry over me all the time. I can look after myself, [Name]. Do worry about something else, instead.”

Wasn’t it him who stuck around, still?

The bitterness in his tongue increases with each leap of his feet. He doesn’t even process the race of his heart as he’s carried through the same path that leads him home. To his family—to his only sister.

Everything seems to pass by slowly, in a blur, like the specks that decorate his vision the more his mind throws stacks and stacks of memories. This is madness.

Complete and utter madness.

He rounds the corner to see the figure of his only sibling, her back turned to him—she cannot see him, but he can see the armed soldiers flanking around her.

His throat tightens and certainly, he wouldn’t have been able to utter a word due to how it feels like his throat has been crushed.

“[Name]!”

Yet, the furious scream that tears past his lips denies all kinds of ‘impossibility’ the instant he sees the female falling to the ground, the sight of red splatter making him draw his blade.

Whoosh!

The summoned wind is opposingly gentle to the brewing storm in someone’s beautiful carmine eyes.

“[Name]-.. !”

That voice.. Kazuha?

Sometimes, the depth of emotion in Kazuha’s eyes is too deep for you to understand. Despite being so silent, he’s so, so expressive with his stares.

That even when he isn’t trembling when he lifts your torso, you know how much he’s quaking from within.

“What are you.. doing here? You have to go,” you cough red when he adjusts you in his arms, the sight of the fallen soldiers reminding you of the situation at hand. “Quick—before they.. catch you.”

He shakes his head,

“I’m taking you with me, I have a boat prepared, come, let’s—”

“Don’t lie to me, Kazuha.”

He pauses, flitting his gaze down to meet yours. You hate how you can’t seem to focus on him, though. Your sight is blurring in and out, only providing small intervals of clarity where you can see the panic in his features.

A sight you didn’t think you’d see on him until now.

“I know you made it for yourself. You’ve been planning to leave home, weren’t you? I’m not..” you’re not oblivious to his wish, “I’m not mad. I was only holding you back, wasn’t I?”

He sucks in a breath.

“I-I-“

What was he supposed to say?

Weakly tapping his arm, you start taking quick breaths—just to take in all the air you can while tolerating the gaping wound from being impaled.

It hurts. You want to scream. It hurts.

But you don’t—because you do not want to appear weak to your brother.

You promised mother and father that you will not cry when faced with problems—he mustn’t see, Kazuha mustn’t see. But at this moment, you just want to break apart. Disbelief is kicking in, you can’t believe this is happening.

When—where did everything go wrong?

“Besides, I’m not of use to you anymore. As if I’ll last the journey to Liyue-“

“Don’t say that!”

You blink owlishly, gasping out in pain when his hand presses against your wound, futilely attempting to hold back the bleeding.

“K-Kazuha?”

Your own hand shakily plants itself atop his own, helping him press—as if his hand isn’t heavy enough to stop the flow—it down. It will hurt, but you can’t say for sure. You’ve already grown numb and your head is swimming.

Still, you focus on him.

Still, you help him apply pressure even if you know—even if he knows—that it’s too late.

“Don’t say that. You’ve..” his voice cracks, “You’ve done so much, [Name], you-“

You took over the clan household when our parents died. You struggled to make ends meet for both of us. And yet.. all I do.. all I do is… !

Kazuha angrily bites on his lip, his hold on his composure beginning to slip as his mind throws in a reel of olden days.

“I’m leaving, [Name]. Please don’t wait up, I may take longer.”

“I’m grateful, but I don’t need that anymore.”

“Stop that, already.”

He dips his head with a muffled cry. All I do is wander and desire for a future where I can roam freely. I haven’t even thought of you..!

“You’ve grown, Kazuha,” he snaps back into this harsh reality when he feels the hand atop his disappear, presently moving to brush his messy locks.

He doesn’t know why all of a sudden his sight is becoming misty, but perhaps—perhaps it is because he remembers when his sister used to brush his hair the same way with a loving smile.

It is the same touch he flees from nowadays.

The same touch now—the same loving smile.

“As much as I hate to admit it, you’re right—you’ve grown so much.. and I’m still clinging onto the past.”

So lively, so beautiful and yet—

“You’re strong now..”

Yet it’s dying.

He presses harder on his sibling’s wound, almost sadistically—as if he’s hoping that it’ll ignite a painful reaction. “[Name], please, let me-“

Because if it hurt—then it means she’s still okay. She’s still responding.

“So capable.. so independent, you are.”

So why—? He almost chokes out a sob. Why are you not reacting to it!?

“Mother and father would be so proud of you. I am sorry if I was lacking in any way.”

“Please, [Name], you can’t do this.” He trembles, the composure he created so, so close to breaking as he gives up on endeavors that are pointless, to begin with. Instead, he tilts his head up, wishing to curse the heavens above.

For everything.

“I’m happy to be your sister, and.. I’m proud of you… Kazu..”

“Wait-“ he stumbles over his words, catching the falling hand of his sibling and registering how deathly pale she has gotten in a matter of seconds. “Wait, please—I-“

As much as he wants to voice out he’s sorry. For many things; for turning his back on her, for being distant when all they have is each other, he’s unable to find his voice when he sees the tears dripping out of his sister’s [c] eyes.

His strong older sister—weeping. It’s the first time he has seen her cry.

Her smile trembles—

“I love you. My nice.. little.. brother.”

—And her [c]s are then hidden forever.

The way she endearingly called him in her dying breath has him freezing, his heart pausing as if he had died along with her. But then the spark of pain welcomes him back to reality—to life.

And then he is leaning over her.

“[Name]..” breathless whispers escalate into panicked murmurs. “[Name]?”

His heart is pounding in his chest as he tries to shake her awake, like when he’d do when he’s eight and awake from an awful dream.

“Nee-san.. can I sleep by your side tonight?”

And although her [c] eyes are tired, she will still smile. “Okay.”

And she’d keep watch over him the whole night.

He’s reminded of it when he hopelessly shakes her awake, to no obvious avail. But he keeps grasping her arms, anyway, like he used to many years ago.

But things are different now.

“[Name]—[N-Name]!?”

He said it himself—he’s no longer a child.

“Please, don’t leave me- I- you’re all I have left!” The ronin’s composure finally breaks loose and his tears begin landing like a profuse waterfall. His uncontained sobs remain unheard.

This time, there is no one to wake him up from his nightmares.

“No—no, no- no, please..!” Kazuha weeps as he holds his sister’s cold hand, shakily pressing it to his forehead, imitating the sweet action she has always given him. A hand on his head, on his shoulder—or on his cheek if he’s tearful. “You can’t!”

She’ll tell him not to be sad because it’ll make her sad, too.

And he’ll hurriedly wipe his tears because ‘no! big sister mustn’t feel sad because of me!’.

Then [Name] will muster a smile as bright as the sun and hold his face in her warm hands, and press a kiss on his forehead. He’ll get red and thrash around, whining, ‘onee-san!’. And about how embarrassing it is so she mustn’t do it anymore.

Now, he is holding her hand in his own, trying to remember the same warmth it emitted just a day ago. Just a few hours ago. How long has it been?

And when he doesn’t feel the warmth—when he doesn’t remember the warmth, when all he feels is the cold and the obvious lack of love, Kazuha breaks apart.

His heart squeezes and his tears spill more, his lips parting to release the honorific he has dropped a long, long time ago. “Nee-san!”

“You don’t call me ‘nee-san’ nowadays,”

“Onee-san!”

“My, you’ve grown so much, Kazu!”

“Onee-san!”

I’m calling you. He cries, like a picture of misery. So why aren’t you waking up? Sister! He cries, like a heartbroken child.

The winds around him pick up, warning him of incoming men sent to apprehend and penalize him the same way they did to his sibling. It’s suffocating—maddening, even, and he wants to tear them all down himself.

But [Name] wouldn’t like that.

So, with a muted cry and bolster of willpower, he tears himself from the body of his kin, trembling.

He can hear the thundering steps of the samurai as he hurries to untangle the same black and red scarf [Name] has once attempted to give him. The same fabric he has rejected.

“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry.” he hugs her with all his might, with his soul, and with his heart before he’s back up on his feet and running. I love you, too, nee-san.

“Get him!” someone roars from behind.

And although he wishes to turn and slice them away, he couldn’t—because he’d be seeing the fallen figure of the same person he had neglected to cherish. So, instead, he nestles the scarf around his neck whilst clutching onto the Vision of his friend.

Down the path, he runs.

Years ago, he will be accompanied by the people he loves, chasing a faraway future.

Now he is running on the same path alone, running after a dream that can now be turned into reality.

Far from Inazuma.

Far from home.

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a/n: did it hurt-

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Chicken Mushroom Skewers

Ingredients

2 large chicken breasts, cut into large chunks

12 oz small mushrooms, such as baby bella

1/4 cup soy sauce

1/2 cup bbq sauce

1/4 cup sake or mirin

1 tsp ground ginger

1 tbs ground garlic

Pour all ingredients except chicken and mushrooms into a pot with 1/2 cup water and bring to a boil. Reduce heat to medium and simmer for 20 minutes

Put chicken and mushrooms into a container. Pour liquid over chicken and mushrooms, marinate overnight

Slide chicken and mushrooms onto skewers. Alternate between chunks of chicken and mushrooms, be sure not to load too much onto one skewer, 4-5 pieces of chicken for a large skewer is ideal.

Pour leftover liquid into a pot and bring back to a boil, you can add 1/3 cup BBQ sauce if desired. Reduce heat to medium and summer until thickened, about 20-30 minutes.

Brush sauce mixture over one side of skewers, broil at 500 degrees F (260 degrees C) for 8 minutes

Flip skewers, brush the other side, and broil for an additional 8 minutes

This dish goes great with some rice

I just wanna share my pain

❝ bite.❞ || childe ( tartaglia ) x female!reader

so. today, i woke up, and i chose horniness. listened to bite by troye sivan one ( 1 ) time and i just. had an epiphany and a burst of inspiration. didn’t intend for this to turn into a pseudo-songfic but i guess life is just like that sometimes

wrote this in nearly one sitting and i didn’t have the patience ( nor the sanity ) to proofread it so i’m really really sorry for any mistakes that show up;;;; fic starts right after the golden house fight so there aren’t any spoilers for the actual fight itself !!

keywords: NSFW; spoiler-free; female reader; romantic relationship; childe x reader NSFW: dom!childe; sub!reader; unprotected sex; overstimulation; biting; fingering

in which childe had always been a creature of habit: the same back then as he was now, the same now as he always will be. every week, without fail, he waits for you in the shadows cast by the high walls of the golden house— basking in the twisted glory like a deranged god on a broken throne. and every week, without fail, you traipse right into his open palm— like a pilgrim with everything to give; like a martyr with nothing to lose.

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