#*♕ ‣ the weight of something — ( thoughts. )

[rosehearrt]

tag revamp pt. 1.

#*♕ ‣ nobody can stop me — ( dash com. ) #*♕ ‣ my whole being calls for an act of violence; but i still use velvet gloves — ( games. ) #*♕ ‣ higher than the stars; I will set my throne — ( open. ) #*♕ ‣ you can never be overdressed or overeducated — ( drabble. ) #*♕ ‣ headfirst into a political abyss — ( icon chat. ) #*♕ ‣ a boy with a very childlike rage & a very childlike loneliness — ( anon. ) #*♕ ‣ heavy is the head that wears the crown — ( answered. ) #*♕ ‣ a haunted house with a picket fence — ( childhood. ) #*♕ ‣ my words shoot to kill when I’m mad — ( hc. ) #*♕ ‣ still painting flowers for you — ( promo. ) #*♕ ‣ I am no one if I am not self destructing — ( self promo. ) #*♕ ‣ bitter; seventeen; searching for the exit — ( audio. ) #*♕ ‣ everything I’ve let go of has claw marks in it — ( ooc. ) #*♕ ‣ the wasted years; the wasted youth; pretty lies & ugly truth — ( likes. ) #*♕ ‣ the weight of something — ( thoughts. ) #*♕ ‣ satan in high heels — ( crack. ) #*♕ ‣ a labyrinth of hollows & hounds — ( ob. )

[127luvr]

hi 🌷 can i request something for jaemin’s bday? 🥺 like how you two would spend the day, if he would like to do something special or if he’d prefer staying at home with the people he loves.

basically i leave it to your imagination, i just need some extra fluff rn 😫🩷

also, when is your birthday? 🫵🏻

Birthday party ⋆⋆♕⋆⋆

Na Jaemin x Male Reader

Celebrating a birthday as an idol is tiring. Jaemin has done it several times in the past few years. Birthday lives, birthday fanmeets—with other members—amongst other celebrations in which he could include his fans and his members. He always spent the night before his birthday with his family—whether it was over the phone or in person, they were his priority as all he wanted to do was give back to everyone he received love from. The day of, he loved interacting with his fans for an hour or two, basking in the birthday wishes and taking a few bites of the last minute cake the company got him. After is usually when he would be taken out by his members—birthdays were the rare occasions where almost all twenty of them could gather around and spend time.

The day after was all for him. Opening gifts he didn’t get a good look at the night before. Keeping every card he was given along with sending thank you texts to everyone he could think of.

However—after meeting you he’s been thinking about changing his routine in order to incorporate you. There was no better person for him to want to spend time with during his birthday. He rubbed at his eyes as he thought, fingers reaching up to rub the wrinkles that formed on his forehead as he weighed his options.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” You can’t quite read him—the long lashes touching the top of his cheeks when he managed to blink. His unwavering gaze fixes on you instead of the plain wall—eyebrows furrowing to show he was still deep in thought—your words muffled in his ears. “Jaem?”

“I think I’m going to skip on the birthday live this year.” His tone is definitive, you know he’s already made up his mind even as you gesture for him to continue. He pats the cushion next to him, inviting you over from where you stood. When he finally gets you next to him he can’t help but latch onto your arm—leaning his entire body weight on your side. “I can distract them with pictures of my chest,” he backtracks quickly when he catches your eyes—jealousy evident in them. “Not funny, got it. I can post unseen baby pictures and me in my rookie years as a gift. I want to spend my actual birthday with… you.” You’re used to Jaemin’s theatrics. But he’s being genuine here. His pause being out of nerves more than anything. “I’ll do my usual ritual but I can squeeze in my family and my members in one day—or they can wait until the day after.”

“Jaemin.” You offer a quick kiss, the perfect distraction to stop him from rambling. He’s stunned—shiny lips frozen mid-sentence. “No one’s going to be mad at how you choose to spend your birthday—it’s your day. I’d be honored to spend it with you no matter how you choose to celebrate, okay?”

The day of you make sure to wake up earlier than Jaemin—climbing out of his bed as quietly as you could. Making sure to cover him with the blanket before leaving the door half open. Staying with Jaemin had its perks.

His entire apartment was very open—meaning you could still keep an eye on the tv show you were watching while cooking breakfast for Jaemin. It was nothing too extravagant—using pancake mix for mini pancakes and air frying just enough pieces of bacon for you and Jaemin to share. You take your time in plating the food, cutting up some peaches you picked up just for him and placing them in a small bowl. With a quick picture you pick up the tray, balancing it with both hands as you tiptoed towards his room.

You could see his shadow stretch on the bed frame, his bare arms bulging even when relaxed.

“Happy birthday, baby.” You almost missed his startled expression—not expecting any noise to come from the room as he woke up to it empty. You place the tray on top of him, handing him his shiny utensils when he sits up to take in the food. He’s speechless. His eyes saying everything he couldn’t as they tear up at the inner corners. “I have a few options for you to choose between, okay? We could either stay home and do whatever you want—”

“I want that one.”

“I haven’t even finished yet.” You receive an eye roll from Jaemin, one hand picking his food up and the other holding Luna—who had jumped up into the bed at the smell of his food.

“I did a live when you went to bed. Stayed up a little while to talk to fans and play with the cats, I hope I didn’t wake you.” You shook your head, climbing back into the bed to take Luna from him, holding her in the air with her legs out. “I do want to stay home, (Y/n). Spend the day with you in fluffy pajamas and watch my favorite movies. That’s the ideal birthday. I don’t need to hear any other options.” Jaemin takes a last bite of the bacon before placing the tray on his nightstand. He dusts his hands off away from the bed before pulling you in to the covers with him. “We can even sleep in a little longer, don’t you think?”

You can feel his heartbeat through his shirt as he pulls you in to lay on his chest. Luna is still in between the two of you, laying down on her back as she pokes her head out in the only gap where you and Jaemin aren’t touching.

“Okay but I’m still planning on baking you a birthday cake later, so we can’t sleep for too long.” You manage to raise your head up, grabbing Jaemin’s face with your free hand so he would look down at you. You see his shiny lips part, his eyes half closed when he stares down at you. “Happy birthday Jaem.”

#HI POOK #tyyyy for the request Ily #hopefully it gets out BEFORE his birthday haha……… #my bday is… Feb 7 #when is yours? #na jaemin #jaemin nct #jaemin x male reader #nct #nct u #nct dream #nct x male reader #nct dream x make reader #nct u x make reader

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𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 / 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 - 𝐊. 𝐘𝐒

Part of the Mental health comforts series

♕ pairing: kang yeosang x gn!reader

♕ genre: angst + hurt/comfort (?)

♕ w/c: 488

♕ cw + tw: depression, suicidal thoughts, implied cutting, intimacy, mentions of blades, bandages, blood

♕ a/n: again this is a very triggering topic so please dni if it may harm you in any way, shape or form.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 + 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ♡ -𝟏𝟔’𝐬 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

“SANG.”

Humming quietly in response, Yeosang looked up at you with an indescribable expression. It seemed to be a mix of anger, guilt and something else you couldn’t place. Gulping, you broke eye contact and looked down, shame engulfing you in its suffocating depths.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Yeosang nodded, looking back down and focusing on the task at hand. Like you were made of glass, he carefully wrapped the bandages around your wrists, making sure not to press too hard nor wrap the bandages too loose. Blood began to seep through the first few layers, a ghost of what you had done coming back to haunt you.

“That’s right, you can’t.”

His words made you purse your lips, your voice hardly audible as you replied.

“You know what I mean.”

Sighing, Yeosang tied the bandages on each wrist, mumbling an apology when you hissed at the pressure. He then let you sit in silence as he cleaned up, milling about the room and putting the first aid kit back in place. Although he didn’t intend to, his silence made your eyes well up, interpreting it as anger.

Of course he should be angry at you, you’re a waste of space.

Sniffling, you let yourself fall onto the bed the two of you had been sitting on, tears beginning to fall. It was the only sound in the room, Yeosang seemingly having left to finish clearing up, but you put your hands over your ears with a whimper. The thoughts were consuming you again, whispering poison in your ears just like they had mere hours before. Even with your eyes closed, the razor blade’s glint was taunting you.

He hates you, just like everyone else.

Who could love a wreck like you? He’s gonna leave, just like everyone else.

You deserve to die, it’ll do the world a favour.

Soon enough you were rocking back and forth, trying to drown out the noises as you quietly cried. Their attack was relentless, and it felt as if they were winning. Just as you thought to do something about it, a weight made the mattress dip behind you. Yeosang’s arms wrapped securely around you, lips pressing a chaste kiss to the back of your head. Pulling you closer, he murmured into your ear, kissing your lobe fondly.

“Don’t listen to them.”

His voice was like a beacon of light in the darkness, the soft timbre contrasting with the screams inside your head. Turning you to face him, Yeosang wiped away your tears, smiling softly when you opened your eyes and stared at him.

“I’m sorry.”

Yeosang quickly shushed you, hands cupping your cheeks as he pressed a few kisses to your lips. He knew how much you loved affection, so he continued to shower you in it as he spoke.

“Let me help you, Y/N. I can get you the help you need, you just have to let me.”

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[moodymelanist]

Set My Soul Alight Part Six

Hello everyone! I'm so sorry for the wait -- this chapter was giving me writer’s block in the worst way, so I hope this chapter was worth it. This chapter was originally going to be part of the wedding chapter, but I had to split it because it was getting so long. Hopefully I won’t keep you all waiting too long with the next chapter since it’s mostly already finished, but until then I hope this holds you all over 🧡🧡

Word Count: 7.2kish

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Eris was waiting in their chambers when Nesta returned to the Forest House, noticeably relaxing the moment she let herself fall into his open arms. “How did it go?”

“I broke the mating bond,” she muttered into the side of his neck. 

He immediately stiffened and pulled away to study her, his amber eyes wide with surprise. “You did what?”

“I had to,” she replied. She didn’t think he particularly needed an explanation, but she wanted to say the words aloud anyway. “I didn’t want to be tied to him anymore. In any way.”

“Are you alright?” he asked after a moment. 

“I think so,” she answered slowly. Her body felt strangely off-kilter, as though she’d been carrying a large weight and was learning to walk without it, but her end of the bond had always been sealed and shut as tight as she could manage. Still, she knew it would take some time getting used to — if not the physical differences, then certainly the emotional ones. 

There had been a time just after she’d held the King’s head in her hands when she’d thought perhaps her and Cassian might have been something, but that dream had died a violent death the moment he’d left the battlefield without her. He’d promised her time, but had done nothing but let it waste and wither away as quickly as she had in the aftermath of the War.

Sometimes, she wondered if he would’ve been content to let her disappear altogether.

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[writerfae]

The Knights of the Alder - Anastasia AU: Catching up

Synopsis: When Aiden was eight, he was found half-dead at the side of a road, with no memory of his past or who he really was. He has no idea that he's the prince of his country, whose family was killed in a riot.

Ten years later, he makes his way to the city, determined to find out about who he is and to find his family. His destination: Paris, where he hopes to find all the answers he is looking for. But getting to Paris isn't as easy as he thought and so he searches for help.

That's when he meets Talon and Maya, two con artists who want to find a boy that pretends to be the lost prince, so they can introduce him to the dead heir's husband in Paris, who promised a reward to whoever brings his brother in-law back to him.

Together the three make their way to Paris and their journey holds a lot of surprises.

For context: Now that Callan and Aiden finally found each other, they sit together to talk - and to remember

.♕.

Aiden laughed. “Did I drew that?”

He held up a picture drawn with crayons. It was probably supposed to portray a cat.

Or a pig, he couldn’t quite tell.

Callan nodded, amused. “A true artist for sure.”

Now they both laughed.

“I remember now, I think I drew it for Henry when you two went to Paris for the holidays.”

Paris, the place where Aiden always wanted to accompany his brothers too.

Paris, where they were right now, sitting in Callan’s guest room, exchanging stories and going through a box full of memories.

It held old child drawings, portraits and little trinkets.

Even some love letters that Callan snatched away immediately, cheeks colored red, as if he were still a teenager and Aiden a little kid that got his hands on something forbidden.

Aiden chuckled, putting aside the picture and started playing with his necklace again.

‘Stop playing around with that damn pendant of yours,’ a voice in his head gave its unwanted opinion.

Aiden ignored it and the stinging feeling in his heart that came with it.

“It is so strange,” he said. “I remember all of this, somehow. I remember them now, too, our family. How I loved them so much.

I feel almost guilty that I couldn’t remember them for so long.”

Callan smiled at him.

“Just because you didn’t remember, doesn’t mean you didn’t love them. They may have slipped your mind for a while, but never your heart.”

He nudged Aiden’s shoulder gently.

“Besides, you have me now, to help you remember. We’ll keep their memory alive together, you and me.”

Aiden smiled. He was so thankful that he got Callan now. It made him feel closer to his family, to home, to himself.

Even when the price he had to pay for this, the hurt caused by the very person that got him here - and left him bruised - still weighted on him (no matter how hard he tried to deny it).

He wouldn’t want to miss it.

Carefully he pulled a portrait out of the box.

It showed Henry and Callan and if Aiden had to guess based on the clothing, it must’ve been from the day of their wedding.

He sighed sadly as he realized that this might be the last portrait that was ever made of his brother, tracing the outline of his smiling face with his thumb.

Callan leaned over to look at the picture, eying it fondly.

“I love this portrait. I was so happy back then, I think I’ve never been as happy in my whole life as I was on that day.”

Aiden smiled.

He couldn’t quite remember that day, maybe because it was too close to that fatal night that he lost his memory at.

But he wished he could. It must’ve been a very happy day for all of them.

He could only imagine how much it must hurt for his brother in law to look back at it.

After all, Callan lost his husband only months later and with him the life that he’d known - and the one he had dreamt of.

Callan must’ve had quite similar thoughts, because his hand wandered to the necklace he wore, a traditional engagement necklace that was a gift from Henry.

He still wore it after all these years, just like his wedding band.

Callan noticed Aiden looking at the necklace and smiled. “Do you recognize it?”

He sniffed, so quiet Aiden almost didn’t hear.

“It used to be your mother’s. I never take it off. It makes me feel closer to him. To the way he used to make me feel.”

He let his hand fall into his lap. “No one ever made me feel this loved again.”

“Did you never remarry?” Aiden asked.

Callan shook his head. He leaned back in his seat, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to his chest.

“Henry was…” he looked up to the ceiling as he spoke.

“I have loved him since I was a boy. He was the love of my life. You only find someone like him once in your life.”

He looked at Aiden and smiled sadly.

“And once you did, no one else will ever be good enough for you. No one could ever take his place. Not in my life and especially not in my heart.”

Aiden nodded. “I think I understand. He was really someone special.”

It was all still a blur, but in the past days more and more memories resurfaced.

Memories of his brother, of how they used to play, how he read him bedtime stories, how he let him sleep in his bed after a nightmare.

He remembered how much he meant to him. And how much he missed him.

“He was,” Callan put his hand over Aiden’s own.

“And he loved you so dearly. Always made sure his baby brother was safe and happy. He let you get away with everything.”

Callan chuckled. “He could never stay mad at you for too long, even if you were a real brat sometimes.”

And then they were both laughing again and maybe also crying a little and Aiden felt a sense of familiarity wash over him.

This was how it used to be, way back.

The three of them laughing together, Henry and Callan letting Aiden tag along almost always, even though he was probably pretty annoying at times.

Because they had loved him.

“He has loved you a lot, too. I still remember it.”

Aiden thought back to the vision he had in the ballroom of the old palace, the one he knew for sure now was an old memory.

The two boys almost flying over the dance floor together, laughing and whispering.

How Henry had smiled, eyes bright and happy and so so fond.

“I remember hoping that some day I’ll find someone who will look at me like that... Who will love me like that.”

Against his will Aiden’s mind wandered to a certain person as he said those words.

Angry at himself he shoved those thoughts aside.

Talon had only used him for his own good. Whatever there was that he thought might grow between them, it was all a lie.

“Aiden?” Callan asked, breaking him out of his thoughts.

He looked at him, eyes full of worry, squeezing his hand.

“Are you alright?” Aiden blinked. Once, twice. Then he nodded.

“Yes, yes I’m alright. Just getting a bit nostalgic, I guess.” That wasn’t even a lie.

Callan didn’t seem to believe him, but he also didn’t pry. He just smiled, probably knowing what was on Aiden’s mind anyway.

“Me too,” he admitted. After a while he added

“Henry would be happy that we found each other again. They all would be. They would want us to not dwell too much on what is past and rather see what is ahead.”

He leaned over to hug Aiden and Aiden let him, closing his eyes. It felt warm and familiar and in that moment Aiden felt at home.

“I am glad that I have you back now,” Callan whispered.

“Me too,” Aiden whispered back.

Despite all that he had lost, he had finally found what he was looking for for so long: his family.

Remembering them, exchanging stories about them with Callan and knowing that he too had been looking for family, had been looking for him, made Aiden feel warm and content.

So he allowed himself to let his mind wander to Talon one more time, to silently thank him for giving this all back to him.

And in that moment, Aiden almost forgave him for breaking his heart.

Almost.

#tumblr keeps fucking up this post so bad i couldnt add a tag list without it deleting half my writing #so im gonna add that later in a reblog #writer speaks #writeblr #wip: the knights of the alder #anastasia au #writing #my writing

[valorxdrive]

When you think you can't go on, when you lack the strength to even move, and when everything seems hopeless... Sora. Find your Flame. Let it burn.

♕ - As it stands, for all great heights that he reaches, the stark awareness that something insidiously greater waits with wicked tooth and claws turns out to be fearfully true. Currently doused in a pool of his own blood, his beloved blade tucked into a grip that refuses to relent, the grim reality of his current situation grows all too blinding with abyssal darkness. Even now the drenched appetite of a dangerous hunger flares threatening upon his senses, the agents born from the great amalgamation were here to collect.

The hero who broke all boundaries.

Who believed no sacred law to be too great of a price for his beloved friends.

Someone who stepped to the scales of an unwilling planewalker.

'This... Can't be the end.. I... Promised...' No. Amidst this grueling pain, of the searing burns and cuts across his frame, what dawns within his memory is the crystalline clear oath that he bravely declared upon the sunkissed shores of Destiny Island. That resolution has served as a fiery and courage armor, a blinding light that made him willingly prepared to endure the scale of loneliness that oblivion itself would draw as his only companion.

..And even now? It hasn't exactly turned out the way he thought it would. As a boundless number of thorn knitted Heartless approached, as the hollow, ghastly sheen of Nobodies also prepared to descend, claw, spear and magic towards him, a voice manages to succeed in breaking through the violent chaos determined to make him ill focus. The endless sensation of falling is suddenly stunned, left in a state of perpetually frozen time as a voice manages to bring kindle to that dwindling flame that hangs upon a dangerous precipice.

'W.. Who is...?'

Their offered courage is in essence, an incredibly simple message, the sort that finds itself carried in the hearts of many yet never fully believed. However, for the lonely Keybearer who remains adrift upon the primordial cosmic pool of creation itself, the fact that these words alone could manage to caress his heart with a tender message is enough to let a heart fueled by a genuine and true love find it's once veiled luster, to discover a reminder of that great strength he forged in order to brave the very wrath of Kingdom Hearts drenched in darkness itself.

An echoing, roaring heartbeat slams through his chest, reverberating beyond as it allows a knowing shiver to erupt through the hero's Heart of Hearts. With the domain of everlasting darkness, the once stasis induced realm discovers ripples as the struggling heart begins to find the strength of warmth once again.

Power, a deep, profound light manages to to reflect a glittering brilliance upon his very being. As his fingertips scratched at the vantablack surrounding him, the Kingdom Key fixed within his grip begins to hum with life, scraping against the ground as Sora's body fights through the incomprehensible weight of potential demise, of the comfort of sleep that would be too happy to steal him away from the pain of life.

Thinking about them..

And not only that, more, think about the very strength you've rightfully earned through your perilous passage of self discovery.

The very worth that so many spoke of, praised and believed in.

Against that very demon better known as your self-doubt, you triumphed amidst that dangerous whisper and the wrath of Xehanort's machinations...

You believed in yourself.

Brilliant torrents emerge from his being, igniting a massive, forceful shockwave that blows away all opposition as the frozen stint of time is shattered back to normalcy. The once blurry vision of his eyesight finds itself restored, drawn to pristine clarity as the agonizing fury of his wounds are blended back to shining health due to a blessed angel's kiss. Even now, the dual rush of his racing hearts within, body and soul were continuing to drum up the hidden force that despair nearly claimed as the greatest morsel.

Use this strength to protect yourself and others. Let it become a beacon of not only hope, but a power that can bring the best out of those who intend to fight for the world.

Recognizing this, Sora once again awakens.

A rolling sheen of cosmic power begins to engulf his figure, allowing an unnatural blow glow to encompass Oathkeeper and Oblivion, allowing their potential to shore to those once untold degrees as revealed before, the Kingdom Key happily allowing the spotlight to ignite upon newly conjured weapons. Taking his stance as the endless army of darkness draws its preparations...

Sora was no different.

"This isn't over yet!"

#Anon #| Bottle Mail #Your message was well received! #the perfect elixir

[heraeyed]

𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚌𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍: “ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”  

          𝕷𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖓 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖝   ⸻   ❝ mmm ... might be the only thing we all have, hm ? ❞ there is a musing to be had here; secrets bore quite the weight on the younger raider's life: hell, it was part of the reason why he was born. ❝ as papa denis used to say while sippin' his brandy, a secret is just a lie you don't have the gall ta' tell aloud. never really thought much of his sayings when he was hoonchin' on his bottle of '38, but he knew what he was talkin' about. ❞ everybody has a dirty little lie that they try to take to their final resting place, but sometimes they don't make it there . . . in some cases, they'd send you to the grim reaper a lot quicker than desired. ❝ I guess the better question is how important those secrets are; what makes them so lock-&-key worthy . . . as well as what hell there is to pay should they ever be exposed. if the world was t' end if you never told them, could you reveal them ? ❞ inquisition for the mind, but not his mind; that kind of thinking isn't fine without a nice sip of tequila, something lorin didn't have at the moment.

「♕」   ⸻   question prompts.

@masteredlegacy

#iii. 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃. / served with hella expensive taste. #masteredlegacy

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𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐲𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 - 𝐊. 𝐇𝐉

Part of the Mental health comforts series

♕ pairing: kim hongjoong + ftm!reader

♕ genre: angst + hurt/comfort

♕ w/c: 629

♕ cw + tw: gender dysphoria, periods, crying, period cramps, negative thoughts, gender euphoria, intimacy

♕ a/n: definitely a personal one, please dni if uncomfortable with such themes

YOU HELD YOUR STOMACH AS YOU LOOKED AWAY FROM THE MIRROR, WIPING YOUR TEARS AS YOU SNIFFLED QUIETLY.

The door closing, signaling Hongjoong’s return home, had knocked you out of your crying fit on the bathroom floor, slowly staggering to a stand with a pained groan.You hated your period, more than you’d ever let on to your boyfriend despite his caring and nurturing nature. It made you think horrible thoughts about yourself, your body, your gender. Your confidence from mere days before had been woefully shattered, as had your self-esteem.

It reminded you that you weren’t handsome, and despite your best efforts to prove to yourself you weren’t, you were still a girl.

A quiet knock on the door made you stand tall, trying to pull yourself together once again. You quickly washed your face and took a deep breath, opening it when Hongjoong called your name out quietly. He took in your appearance, noted the painkillers on the bathroom side and just opened his arms, which you gratefully walked into. He pulled you close and shushed you as you sobbed in his arms, hand massaging your lower back just how you liked him to every month. Just his presence alone lifted some of the weight off of your shoulders.

“Did you just start?”

You nodded into Hongjoong’s neck, clinging to him harder as your tears soaked his collar. He didn’t mind one bit, bringing his hand up to now stroke your hair, then letting it fall to your neck, playing with your baby hairs. Pressing a kiss to the skin behind your ear, Hongjoong gently pulled away from you, pointing to a small bag on the nearby table. You looked at it with slight confusion until he spoke.

“It’s for you.”

Letting out a little ‘Ah’, you gave Hongjoong a quick kiss to the forehead before walking over, turning the bag around a few times and feeling it before finally opening it. Your brows furrowed when inside was a smaller, velvet bag with golden drawstrings. Turning around, you gave Hongjoong a look, but still complied nonetheless when he gestured for you to continue.

Carefully, you prised the bag open and slipped your hand in, fingertips grazing a glass bottle. You pulled it out and gasped, a hand to your mouth as tears welled once again, this time from joy. It was an expensive aftershave that you had been wistfully looking at whenever you went into the inner city with Hongjoong, living vicariously off free samples to get you through the week.

“I knew it would be that time soon, so I thought I’d get you something to boost your mood. Good timing, huh.”

Giggling, you ran back over to Hongjoong and hugged him tight, squeezing the male slightly before letting him go and taking the cap off of the aftershave. You brought it to your nose, inhaling deeply and sighing from pure bliss. It smelled like pine and something else you couldn’t quite grasp, it smelled manly, it smelled handsome.

You quickly sprayed a bit on your wrists and the sides of your neck, offering your hand to Hongjoong so he could smell it. He merely pressed a kiss to your wrist however, instead resting his face in your nape, taking a deep breath and chuckling to himself as a thought came to mind.

“I’m sorry, but this is our aftershave now. It smells too good.”

Laughing quietly, you nodded and pressed a kiss to his head, hugging him close and squeezing him once again.

“You don’t know how much this means to me, Joong.”

Hongjoong merely tutted and pressed a kiss to your neck, making your heart flutter and your cheeks warm.

“You don’t know how much you mean to me, Y/N.”

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[valorxdrive]

"Hm... Is your, uhh, Keyblade, was it? Is it heavy? It looks like you manifest it more than summon it from somewhere else; Does that mean it's entirely made of magic? If so, does it just dissipate again if it falls out of your hand?"

Lana could go on like this for a while. The young witch was curiously peering over the blunt object, doing everything short of touching it, uncertain how it would react to others existences and out of respect for the wielder.

♕ - “Nahhh, not really. Least when it’s in this regular state like this, kinda no different than how I use to swing my old wooden blades around back then.”

Somehow it draws for a tinge of nostalgia even considering that. With the keyblade in hand, a few certain sweeps are made, the low given effort saying a number both upon the strength of arm and weightless factor of the blade.

“As a matter of fact-- Here!”

”Might be better to just check it out yourself.”

Upon Lana receiving it, she’d come to see exactly what he meant. For a blade that dishes out as much carnage as it does, it happens to regulate itself to the ideal weight someone thinks a sword should be, meaning that a sense of ease was inevitable in terms of carrying it. Though, the rest of these questions is where it caused Sora to blink, momentarily going over the thoughts itself.

“Uhhhh.... Hm.” He gently has to scratch his chin at this one. “I don’t think magic here is the case at all. It doesn’t up and disappear during the times my mana goes ka-put and I have to have to charge it back up. If I were coin it in on what.. The Keyblade is something that runs on the power of Heart.”

Which clearly had it’s own set of boundaries.

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[valorxdrive]

She is not surprised to see it, but her heart still makes a jolt -- when those puppydog eyes raised to her as she exits the ship to set foot on the docks. He is abiding her wishes for them to part, but predictably unable to hide how hard it was to swallow down an ounce of the bittersweet. Her homesick need to see friends and loved ones again was upon her, to assure them that she has been alright. But Sora, she found, needed a bit of assurance of his own. And so, she did not hesitate to thrust herself in his arms, holding him tight.

"Know this truth, Sora. We will see each other again. I am nowhere near finished with our journey." And, softly, she adds, “ i can wait a thousand lifetimes for you. “

♕ - He gets it. Time and time again, the mantra pounds throughout his mind, so why doesn’t it become any easier? Why does it only promote a sense of dread bred from something so selfish at the end of the day? A return to Satsuki’s world shouldn’t be what introduces all of this. To a point where even a frayed edge of respecting these wishes makes him come to be a touch distant on the return back. To break through cosmic barriers and find himself returning to the unique part of the endlessly woven sky, anxiousness only grew in the pit of his stomach as they found themselves set at this point.

.....

Was it sad that he’s supposed to wonder in what he’s going to do? Where many may of held their opinions and a better truth, that snag of creeping in emotion in his chest couldn’t resist finding this a sorry sight.

How could it not be? Selfishness wanted to dictate that she spend just a little time longer together.

That weakness Sora comes to value as such undisputed strength was allowing that painful exhale to escape with this acceptance. Because no matter how bright their days were, no matter how much was settled on their plate, vast or small, never would he bring himself to a point in ever giving a second thought in allowing her to return home. A place where she ultimately belongs, just as his time upon Destiny Islands, growing up and thriving naturally acclimated a place for him to settle there too. Now was a moment for him to hold that strength in carrying a bond he welcomes in affecting him heavily so.

”Well, here’s our stop. Make sure ya go and give a good hello to the others for me. Especially Soroi too!” These words while expressed weren’t coming from any chasm of lies. He’s happy and frustrated all the same. There would never come a time he’d never want her to enjoy time amidst loved, and in the greater sight of it all from how this form of love made them seem like the greater rotation amidst everything else, that was greed in the worst case. The battle of these inner emotions must’ve been too clearly written upon the sleeve of his heart, for within seconds he found himself caught in the sudden rush of her embrace.

An act that leaves him comforted but only heavier experience the weight of his vulnerability. This warmth, her presence, her smile, the commitment of spend here was allowing so much to be harder felt while he paradoxically feels the comfort of her arms.  A sweet sorrow. This is what causes the stinging rush of those tears to skim down his cheeks, only adding to that gnawing ache in his heart and mind. Being so tightly held, without realizing it, those very arms that could carry worlds found themselves so desperate to bring Satsuki close for this moment that felt so fast despite aching to be slow.

So he comes to listen, to drink the warmth of her support as sudden shiver courses through his being. ...He finds himself so pissed with himself at even letting himself feel like this.

It really feels like a moment he should be strong for her.

“I know.. and I ah, me too.” Those words weren’t emptily spoken, right now, that pulsing core of his being knows of this to be a truth. Yet? As he comes to let his chin gently rest upon her shoulder, he nestles his face against her’s, as if wanting to lose himself in that raven hair he happily lost himself in many a night in their recent days. There was just a special peace that came to sharing your life with someone you love so dearly.. And why a lot of his life left him ignorant to the sheer scale of how much of a difference it can make.

Why is it with pain it manages to click so easily?

Softly clutching at the fabric of his shirt, the onset of this understanding with the warmth of his tears spilling down his face causes Sora to simply lose himself in the feeling of this moment.

“And I.. mm, I want you to take all the time that you need too. I promise you I won’t be stopping myself and I ah..” Damn it, why did this feel like he’s avoiding what he really wants to say?

...

“Satsuki? I’ll miss you.”

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[valorxdrive]

“  i’m afraid that if i let you see every side of me, you should shrink back in fear or disgust.  ”

♕ - “......” For a moment he’s strangely silence once that’s admitted.

Without any semblance of doubt, Sora is certain there’s a story behind such sayings, how a spin of the worry woven together worries that already succeeded in threatening to spill over. Despite a familiar sky, one found in any world hanging above them, he keeps that concentration focused upon his sister. One could even consider it a silent challenge, hints of that resolve blaring through the soul, outwardly appearing in a certain weight fixing itself in their surroundings.

“And is that supposed to be a bad thing?” Fear and disgust had their merits in terms of benefit! The teen’s brow proceeds to furrow as he lean forth, allowing a once lighter gaze to focus, becoming hints more stern as the heart already beat down a path for him to take.

“Cause I know for certain if either of us left the bathroom door open during said breaks, it’d be absolute nightmares for the both of us! Same goes for every other reason that privacy is perfectly reasonable!” Which is why something like every serves to be such a dangerous word in this context. Unconditional, universal acceptance even had it’s fine line of exceptions in Sora’s book! Just the thoughts were enough to prompt him to abruptly raise from his seat, a single hand rustling through that spiky hair of his. Scratches along the skull never failed in providing part of the smaller comforts.

A firm puff of air exhales from his nose before he briskly resumes. “At the same time sis? Sticking with each other through the rough times is somethin’ we do best. I’m not going to up and leave out on you if something is not so good. Wouldn’t exactly make me the best brother if I ever was that.. how did Donald say it..? Fickle?” Such a level of capricious nature only goes to food that can never figure out what it wants to be.

Never to people.

”A better thing to know is what side of you is so worried about this?

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