#fluff/angst

[ao3-shenanigans]

hey dude can you make a post about ur followers sharing their personal comfort fics as a way to bond as a community? if the request doesnt bother u ofc

Of course!!

Hey y’all- let’s start a chain, add your favorite personal comfort fic- any fandom!!

#share your favorites! #there’s a LOT of us here #let’s make it count :) #ao3 shenanigans ask #ao3 shenanigans’ recommended #fanfic #ao3 #fanfiction #archive of our own #writing #fandom #comfort fic #hurt/comfort #fluff/angst #let’s send eachother into ‘24 with good vibes and strong community

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[4:45 am]

a/n: coming back after like two years. reposts would be so helpful! do people still like aot here lol lmk. also hope i’ll stay this time :)

grapes were levi’s favourite fruit. they weren’t easy to find, so he would pop them in his mouth one by one, because it meant he could enjoy them for longer. occasionally, he would stretch over the table and offer you one, giving you a disgusted look when you licked his finger playfully. he still smiled when he thought you weren’t looking.

“what are you reading?” he asked, his voice echoing in the empty kitchen.

“hange’s new tactic for tomorrow.” you held the pages up, sighing deeply. “they’re crazy if they think we’re coming back alive after this.”

his pained expression made you feel almost guilty for stating your worry. your eyes softened and you tried to forget about the upcoming expedition with a handful of grapes.

“hey!” he gasped when you shoved them all in your mouth, leaving the bowl almost empty. the way you laughed and gestured for him to come over made him forget about it quickly.

“i’ll get you more of them, you big baby.” levi slid his chair back and walked around the table, throwing his arms around you and kissing the top of your head.

“promise?”

“yeah, i promise i’ll get you more grapes, levi.” you rolled your eyes.

“no, promise you’ll be safe tomorrow. things might get out of hand and if we get separated...”

i won’t be able to protect you

he wanted to say, but never could. the way his arms tightened around you and his lips fell on your cheek, let you know what he meant. you basked in the moment, caressing his rough hand with your own bandaged one.

“y/n? it’s 4 in the morning, you…” a voice broke you out of your thoughts. you felt cold all of a sudden, and looked up to see levi was gone. the chair across from you was empty, but for an all too familiar jacket hanging on the back of it.

the grapes in the bowl were covered by a thin layer of mold.

right. you never had the chance to bring them to him.

#aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #levi x reader angst #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi aot #levi ackerman #levi ackerman angst #levi snk #snk x you #snk x reader #fluff/angst #fluff #angst #aot x gn!reader #attack on titan #attack on titan levi #levi x gn!reader #penny.levi

[lets-try-some-writing]

The Secret of the Primacy: Emotional Exploration

With his secret out in the open, Optimus is left to flounder with the way the team are treating him. He's not used to it in any capacity, but he can't help but want to explore now that he isn't being suffocated by lies.

@wildlygay as per your request, here is more of this Au :)

Previous part here.

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With his secret out in the open, Optimus was ready to bolt at any moment. He had been warned countless times by the priests and by Alpha Trion that if anyone discovered what he was, he was doomed. He knew the various methods of gruesome execution common amidst Autobots and Decepticons for severe crimes. He had no desire to die deep beneath that duty that blanketed his every thought and action.

He fully expected to be treated poorly, abused perhaps, tortured if the team were angry enough despite the care Ratchet showed him. He was mentally preparing himself to be beaten half to death when he finally woke from his breakdown induced recharge cycle and met the optics of the team one by one. However against all the odds he predicted, the team did not even frown at him with malicious or angry emotional wavelengths in their fields. If anything, they were sorrowful. He didn't understand, but he quickly came to be confused above all else when the team adjusted the way they treated him.

Over the course of the next few weeks, he was treated gently, so much so that he started to both fear, love, and despise it. Ratchet's care was the most blatant and welcome for Optimus. The medic took every opportunity to shower Optimus with affection in his own gruff way. Optimus could be doing anything and suddenly Ratchet would be by his side, gently touching his arm and praising him for whatever he was trying to accomplish. Other times he could be quietly working on Iacon database files and Ratchet would slide over an energon cube, usually with a treat as well. Optimus had never been one for sweets usually, but they came from Ratchet and his foster Sire seemed to know how to make them in such a manner that they were only so sweet as to be enjoyable.

Ratchet stopped yelling as much too. When normally he would grumble and make a fuss, he quieted and kept his complaints to himself. It worried Optimus a great deal at first, that was until Ratchet made it clear that he refused to act like a sparkling when Optimus was in need of care. That part agitated the Prime to a degree considering all he'd gone through, but he couldn't deny that it was nice being able to try his best and actually be praised for his efforts instead of being regarded with grim appreciation.

Ratchet also took to establishing and actual routine for Optimus to follow, one that he both enjoyed and hated. The medic no longer tolerated his self destructive habits and instead made it law that he was to recharge for at least a groon per cycle. Cybertronians don't need to recharge often, in fact it is only required once a human month or so. Only sparklings required frequent recharge, and so the fact that Ratchet made a point to drag Optimus to his berth every night for recharge was both a welcome relief and a prod at his pride. He was mostly grown. Not even Bumblebee was subjected to such frequent recharge standards. Even still, Optimus obeyed his foster Sire. He quietly adored how Ratchet would guide him to his quarters, and without commenting then proceed to tuck him in, ensuring Optimus got at least one hug before he was left to rest.

Sometimes on bad days when Optimus fell back in on himself, trying to maintain the persona he crafted prior to the reveal, Ratchet would stay with him as he recharged. It was a comfort to know that his foster Sire was beside him, reading a datapad or filing a report of some sort even if a small part of Optimus was bitter over being handled in such a manner.

Compared to Ratchet's sudden shift in behavior, Bumblebee and Bulkhead were comparatively rather unchanged. The biggest differences in how they acted were merely in regards to how much work they left to Optimus. Where before Optimus would gladly take on mountains of work so that Bumblebee would have the chance to play and so that Bulkhead could spend time with Miko, his efforts were no longer allowed to fly. Bulkhead and Bee took their patrols far more seriously and went on them more frequently. Their reports came in on time and were detailed, with no need for Optimus to fill in blank spots or otherwise adjust their work. Not to mention the duo suddenly cared a great deal about actually fulfilling their chores at base. Before they would try and brush them off when possible, but seemingly overnight, both could be found doing any and all chores that normally fell to Ratchet and Optimus.

The Prime was thankful for the newfound dutifulness of his sparkling and brother in arms, but there were more than a few accidents due to Bulkhead attempting to mop and Bee trying and largely failing to dust with grace. In the end both were kindly asked to stop and focus their efforts more on the mission, to which there were quite a few sighs of relief. Despite that, both were quick to take up other work that Optimus normally handled. Bulkhead swiftly became Optimus's greatest obstacle when it came to his usual habit of working late at night. If Optimus tried to sneak out of his room after his appointed recharge time, Bulkhead would lay a servo on his shoulder, give him a look, and guide him back to his berth. It was bothersome and made Optimus feel small, but in the end the extra recharge time made him happier and more productive overall so he didn't fight the effort.

Bumblebee for his part simply became more affectionate. He regarded Optimus as his Sire without care for the truth of the matter. However, as he was now well aware of the delicate state of his Sire's mind, he went out of his way to show his appreciation when he could. Optimus was never particularly touchy in his raising of Bee, but he had a few habits that he kept, such as checking in on Bee when he did lay down to recharge roughly once a week. Bumblebee took that normal habit and used it to convince Optimus to rest alongside him. He would hug the Prime and ask for a song as if he were younger than he really were. And Optimus, wanting to feel needed and appreciated, never ceased to offer whatever affection Bee wanted. If Bee came to him asking for a hug, Optimus would give it. His sparkling almost never asked for such things, so the Prime gave them with glee. He very nearly cried whenever Bee would thank him of tell him he loved him. Deep down he was acutely aware of the fact that Bee was likely trying to tend to him like the rest of the team, but the desire to be needed overrode most of the dark concerns that lingered.

Compared to Ratchet's almost complete 180 regarding how he treated Optimus and Bee and Bulkhead's relative static nature, Arcee sat somewhere in the middle. She did not coddle Optimus like Ratchet did. She would still utter her grievances and treat Optimus as a proper warrior, offering him respect as her commander and trusting him to take care of himself in battle. But unlike Bumblebee and Bulkhead, she was more willing to show her normally hidden maternal nature. Ratchet couldn't be on watch all the time, and so when he was otherwise occupied, Arcee stepped up to the plate and took to getting Optimus into healthier habits. Her main mission was to get Optimus to deal with some of his mental issues. Ratchet tended to his health with far more dutifulness than Arcee could ever hope to replicate. And while she was no paragon of mental stability, she knew a few ways to get a mech to at least begin dealing with their issues.

She made it a point to try and get Optimus to do something aside from work or tend to others during his waking hours. Her efforts largely amounted to getting Optimus to assist her in certain recreational activities under the guise of needing assistance. It was not hard to get the Prime to sit down with her and try to sketch out things she required aid 'identifying'. It quickly became clear to her that Optimus actually enjoyed drawing after she attempted other activities with him. Thus she quietly spoke to Ratchet, and from there, Optimus developed a new habit that he kept from everyone.

He had no clue that Arcee's requests for him to help were underhanded. He simply enjoyed being needed and was pleased to sit down and assist her in drawing things she needed help figuring out. But from those drawings, he found a bit of a passion for the activity. Too many vorns of being denied any and all ability to act his age ensured he told no one of his interest, especially as he tried to improve and observed far more skilled artworks done by humans and Cybertronians alike. Often his inner voice demanded he quit his newfound recreational activity, but once he started, he was unable to stop.

Optimus told no one when he started taking sheets of scrap metal and engraving tools and hiding them away in his room. He told no one when after Ratchet tucked him in for the night, he proceeded to use said materials and carefully engrave things that he saw and envisioned. Over the course of weeks, his room was quickly filled with sheets of metal engraved with various depictions of things he enjoyed. These works he hid under his berth when he was finished with them due to his insecurity, but late at night he would look over them with a degree of joy. He loved engraving, especially engraving stories depicting his life, or rather Orion Pax's life. He loved drawing Orion, Ratchet, his team, the human children, and all others he knew well. It was his secret pleasure. He was a Prime, and thus he was not afforded the luxury of enjoying recreational things. As such he kept it close to his spark, telling no one up until one late night-

-When Ratchet walked in on him engraving.

His first response was sheer panic. He froze up like a deer in the headlights, his engraving tool dropping to the ground as he sat still as stone amidst his sea of artworks. Ratchet stood still for a long moment too, both of them locked in an odd dance of will until Ratchet took a step forward. Optimus in turn all but began to throw his engravings back into their hiding place up until Ratchet grabbed his arm to stop him. The Prime froze up again, expecting a reprimand or hit to come from his actions. Instead, Ratchet sat down beside him slowly and very tenderly began to look over Optimus's various works.

The Prime was two kliks from passing out in sheer terror when Ratchet oh so softly ran his digits along an engraving Optimus did of Orion working in the archives. Along the bottom he carved his Sire's name and a tender line. Ratchet looked to be near ready to cry as he read, and at that, Optimus feared the worst. And yet against all his fears, Ratchet did something he did not expect.

Ratchet: These are gorgeous Optimus.

Optimus: They are merely scribbles. I could be performing more vital tasks instead of dabbling in this craft-

Ratchet: No, you honor him with your work... He would be proud.

Optimus: ...

Ratchet: You were not intended, but I knew my friend Optimus. He would have been proud to know you are his creation.

Optimus: That cannot be true. I killed him. My creation led to his death.

Ratchet: He died so that you might live. He did not know that you were made from him, but I imagine that if he were here, he would be happy to know that his descendant is continuing the work he left behind.

Optimus: Leading a war? No, I do not believe he would take joy in knowing what I have done.

Ratchet: Perhaps. But he would know that you have done all you can. He was kind, I do not believe he would begrudge you for your choices. If anything, he would be pleased to see you fighting so hard despite all the obstacles in your way.

Optimus: ... It is just an engraving. It means nothing.

Ratchet: It means you are trying, that you are growing. By doing that, you bring honor to Orion's name.

Optimus: I...

Ratchet: These are wonderful Optimus. Do not doubt that, not ever. Continue this, I can see it brings you joy.

To say those words meant much to Optimus would be an understatement. He was still distraught, but after Ratchet saw and praised his work, he slowly began leaving engravings for the team and the children as gifts. He didn't know how to fully express his thanks, and so he offered that which brought him joy.

#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #optimus prime #team prime #ratchet #bumblebee #arcee #bulkhead #secret of the primacy au #fluff/angst #it has been *counts fingers* #seven months #yep long time since I got to this au #its actually one of my favs alongside AI optimus #surprised it took me this long to get back to it #annnnnnnnnnyway #here yall go!

[broflovski-brah]

I wanna request something.

Kyle from south Park comforting tiny y/n after a nightmare

Of course, friend!!

Giant!Kyle x Tiny!Reader- Nightmares.

(Note: All characters are aged up to sixteen or so. They are high school students)

I wasn’t sure if you wanted platonic or romantic so you choose lol

TW: nightmares, yelling, arguing

As a tiny, life could be hard.

Oftentimes you were busy just trying not to be trod upon or accidentally crushed by one of the giants around you, seeing as they were each at least 100 feet tall. It was scary, being almost twenty times smaller than them. But the one exception was Kyle.

Now Kyle was known to be one of the angrier giants of the bunch, often losing his temper if he were pushed hard enough, but he never acted out violently. He only really beat up one person in his lifetime, and it had been for a good reason.

Through all in all, Kyle was a real sweetheart. He could be oblivious at times, yes; but he was never cruel or mean to you. For you, he was all bark, no bite. Especially since you were so small.

After you had been found in South Park, kept as one of the ‘school pets’ for a bit. And though you were never treated like an animal, Kyle still felt it wasn’t right to keep you in some glass cage to be observed and looked at in such ways. So…he saved you. And while he’s, when he did it was terrifying to see a gloved hand the size of your own body and then some reaching in and grabbing you, he was nothing but soft and gentle.

After a while, you and Kyle began growing closer to each other, despite you being twenty or so times smaller than them. You celebrated Hanukkah with the Broflovskis as well, and any other holiday you celebrate in the winter and even then some. They were pretty tolerant of your religion. Eventually, Kyle began to carry you around everywhere he went. Mainly out of fear that you would get lost (not that he would admit that; he usually claimed you would ‘mess up his room while he was gone’) but also because he was afraid of what his friends would do. So, you two were attached at the hip. This included while you were sleeping.

You slept on his nightstand in a small matchbox bed he had made for you. It had a small piece of linen cloth as a blanket and even a tiny mattess made from a memory foam piece that he had cut out from one of the fidgets he owned (stress from school really got to him sometimes). There was a tiny pillow made of cotton as well. After Kyle had tucked you in, (as you begged hun to do) he hesitated before placing a kiss to your forehead. His lips were the size of your entire upper body, so it was tough. Afterwards, you just blushed a bit, flattered with the kiss. He backed up and soon went to bed. His glasses were right on the stand next to you. It was funny, seeing how big they were compared to you…not that you minded.

Eventually, Kyle began to snore gently. His breathing was labored with the hands of sleep as his huge chest rose up and down as he slept…his hand was outstretched as he turned in his sleep…and it all hit you just how…big…he was. He could crush you with one wrong move. That scared the shit out of you. But surely, he wouldn’t hurt you. Not intentionally, at least.

Right?

So, with that you drifted to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You awoke the next morning with a start, hearing Kyle’s door slam. You jolted up out of bed as he came into his room. He was fuming. Now this wasn’t unlike Kyle; he had some anger issues, even if he was mellowing out in his teenage years, he was known for his emotional outbursts. His face was almost as red as his hair as he threw his trapper hat down in a fit of rage. You felt your body calm up as you slowly got out of bed. You looked up at Kyle. He had blood dripping from his nose and a few cuts on his cheeks. He looked awful.

“Kyle..? Ky? Is everything okay?”

Your tone was shaking. Hell, you were shaking. You hated seeing Kyle this worked up. Kyle turned his rage onto you.

“Is everything okay?”

His tone was short, and almost eerily gentle. Like a snake lulling it’s prey into it’s opened jaws. He slammed his huge fist onto the nightstand, his eyes nearly glowing with rage. His fist was nearly the size of you, and the sheer force of which he slammed it down sent you toppling over. You scrambled back to not be squished before looking up at him in terror. He rose to his full height, looming above you. His gaze was dark as he scowled

“YOU RUINED MY LIFE!”

He snapped, his breathing heavy and his lips curled into a sneer. You flinched back as Kyle continued to look at you as if you had killed Ike.

“Me..?Um…I didn’t…I…I err…” You stammered. Kyle just grew more irate.

“All you do say in and day out is ruin everything! I never wanted a pathetic brat like you!” he snapped, practically snarling. You tried running off, but he was much faster. You could feel the heavy booming of his steps as he made his way over to you.

“You RAN OFF AND I DELIBERATELY TOLD YOU NOT TO!” He screamed, fury in his voice as it ripped up his throat and tore it red raw.

“And now I had to save your sorry ass from fucking Cartman himself because you couldn’t stay here for FIVE GODDAMN MINUTES!” He angrily punched the nightstand again. You tried to speak.

“Kyle! I…I didn’t…I don’t…” You continued stammering.

Kyle looked down with an almost evil look. “Just get out of my life!” he snapped. He picked you up in his fist and you screamed and wailed in terror…and then you woke up.

You weren’t awaken by a huge fist squeezing your insides out, you weren’t woken up by the ginger snapping and screaming…you were awoken by a gentle shaking of your body. You only saw his finger…his finger that was about twice your size…and you jumped back, panic filling your expression. Your heart dropped to your stomach.

Kyle saw this reaction and immediately was confused. He quickly put two and two together though. You were crying in your sleep, twitching and muttering…and now you were afraid. He realized you were probably just having a nightmare.

He withdrew his finger, instead, sitting up in bed. He yawned, which only allowed you to see his teeth…his teeth which could aw easily kill you…and you flinched back again. Kyle saw this and put his fist over his mouth to hide it while he yawned. He rubbed his eyes blearily and reached for his glasses before putting them on. His hair was a mess of red curls, tangled and poofy looking. It looked soft.

Kyle looked at you with concerned green eyes.

“Woah, dude…are you okay?”

Genuine concern laced his voice. He wasn’t really good at showing comfort or concern. He was an awkward boy, but when he had to be, he knew just what to do. He held his hand out for you, his pale skin was slightly lit by the dim, silvery moonlight. His eyes were gentle and he had a small, somewhat encouraging smile resting on his lips. He looked almost like he was inviting you to cuddle…

And so, with your fear subsiding for the moment, you hesitantly reached for Kyle’s hand. You soon reached out and grabbed his finger. He reached out and gently cupped you in his hands; a stark difference from the nightmare-Kyle who practically just squeezed your insides until they came out. You nearly cried from relief as Kyle sat up and turned on his lamp. His eyes were droopy and he lofted one hand to his mouth to yawn into, not wanting to scare you anymore. He crossed his legs and tilted his head.

“What happened?”

His tone was soft and caring. Nightmares were something he could usually help with when it came to comfort. After all, Ike still had reoccurring nightmares about dead celebrities. He was good with helping others, just he could be awkward at times.

You looked up with wide (E/C) eyes and fiddled with your hair. You looked down.

“I…I um…had a night…a nightmare…” you stammered.

Kyle looked at you with sympathy.

“Would you like to talk about it?”

His voice was husky and deep from just having woken up, but it was a bit endearing. He waited for you to speak, and you did.

“I…I ran wway…from…uh…from you…Cartman found me…”

Kyle rolled his eyes a bit at the name ‘Cartman’ before nodding for you to continue.

“And…and I…you came home…you were pissed and angry and you…you hurt…”

You were working yourself up again. Kyle’s heart was torn in half as he gazed at you with sad eyes.

“Hey…hey, I would never hurt you, Y/N.” He said, his tone caring and genuine. It was true. While he did have a hard time controlling his emotions sometimes, he wouldn’t hurt you.

You looked up at him, still wary. He saw this and gently stroked your back with the tip of his index finger.

“Would some cuddling help, N/N?” he asked, looking genuinely worried and like he wanted to help. After a moment of thought, you nodded. With a smile, Kyle turned off the light.

“It’s settled then.”

He pulled his hat off his bed’s side and placed you inside of it. He gave your head a gentle kiss, a kiss which covered your face and torso entirely. His lips were soft and warm, and honestly reminded you of home. You were at home with him. He rested you against his chest, his heart pounding strongly, working to keep his body healthy. You felt the strong pulsing like a drum under your time form, the only barrier between you and the drum in his chest was his green, fluffy hat and his t-shirt. Before going to bef, he whispered one last thing.

“I love you, Y/N…”

And you both fell asleep to the rhythm of his heart and breathing, knowing everything was okay. You were at peace, and you could finally rest knowing you were safe here.

You were home.

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Ah, sorry for that cheesy ending! I hope this is what you wanted. Sorry for the long wait, been awful busy; i’ll get back on track with the rest of all your requests soon!

#g/t #south park g/t #kyle broflovski #kyle #broflovski #south park #south park fanfic #south park x reader #giant #tiny #angst #comfort #fluff #fluff/angst #angst/fluff #hurt/comfort #kyle broflovski x reader

[vwritesaus]

The first thing Thomas notices is that he is standing in a well-lit room. Sunlight streams in through large arched windows, casting long rays along the floor and opposite walls from which framed paintings hang. He can’t make out any of the faces, most of them blurred or faded from age, but he can see every miniature groove in the elaborate frames carved with fleurs-de-lis, tiny leaves and rose petals.       The second thing he notices is Alastair Carstairs sitting sideways on one of the window seats of those arched windows, his back leaning against the edge of the arch and one foot planted firmly on the seat, the toes of the other grazing the wooden flooring. His attention is fixed on the world beyond the glass panes—a streaked mass of fluffy clouds and a blue sky stretching for miles—and his expression is contemplative, almost serious. That attention quickly turns to Thomas, possibly having sensed his presence, and something close to coyness blooms to life in his expression.       ‘Lightwood,’ he greets politely.       When Thomas blinks and doesn’t respond—too shocked to do so, because Alastair Carstairs is talking to him? To Tiny Tom, willingly?—Alastair rolls his eyes. He swings his whole body around to face him, both feet on the floor and his gaze fierce.       ‘Well?’ he prods. ‘Are you simply going to stand there like a cad, or are you going to come here and sit beside me?’

continue reading on ao3

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hello!! long time no see, haha...

but here i am, and i bring with me a little fic i wrote for my wonderful best girl @drunkonimagination for her birthday back in july ✨✨ it's based off this art of hers where thomas dreams of kissing alastair, only to get rather the rude awakening lol. hope you enjoy it!!

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tagging people who might be interested: @ibrushmyteeth-donttellanyone @ferrari-go-vroom-vroom @astriefer @luciehercndale @claritywithclary @bluewrite

let me know if you’d like to be added to or removed from the tag list!!

#the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #the last hours #tlh #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #thomastair #thomastair fanfiction #thomastair fic #the last hours fanfiction #tlh fanfiction #the last hours fanfic #tlh fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #canon compliant #fluff/angst #falling in love #5 + 1 #5+1 fic #birthday fic #birthday fanfic #what's in a kiss? (by any other touch would feel just as sweet) #v loves agnes #i love you so much babe #this was very fun to write hehehe #academy thomas has a very special place in my heart ; v ;

[trashlike]

Odasaku and Ango could not have been more different. Oda struggled with him self image and self worth yet somehow easily brought a light to others lives that was unmatched. Ango was ultimately content with himself as a person before being met with Oda's unmatched and pure goodness.

Ango sat at his home desk, eyes blearily staring at a too-bright screen in a too-dark room when Oda stumbled in. The redhead was sporting a dark blue sleep shirt, some boxers, and fluffy slippers that protected his feet from the cold hardwood floors.

Upon seeing his bleary eyed husband, Oda frowned. Ango had always been one to overwork himself, not like his job left him much of a choice. He stayed out of the direct line of danger, unlike Oda, but was left with mountain of "homework".

Oda, for the moment, neglected talking to the working man, instead opting to enter the kitchen and begin playing soft classical music. The soft piano melody blended with the smell of breakfast and the sounds of Odasaku's rustling.

Oda returned after what felt like just moments with food. The smell was something that had caught Ango's attention much earlier but the skinnier man had neglected the need for food in favor of work. While not uncommon, it certainly was not something that Oda planned on letting him get away with.

The classical piano was still playing, now louder with proximity.

Ango looked at the redhead inquisitively, "What's your scheme Odasaku?"

Oda smiled innocently, placing the tempting food on the desk next to Ango, "Scheming? Who do you take me for?"

"Why, I don't know, with how much time you spend with Dazai you very well might have picked up some of his scheming habits," Ango rubbed his temples, as if the mention of Dazai alone made his blood pressure spike and a headache manifest.

Oda, however, let out a carefree laugh, holding out a hand to Ango and blissfully ignoring his statement, "Dance with me?"

Ango's sleep deprived eyes stared up at his husband blankly. His gaze was vacant and his mouth formed an unamused line.

"I really must get this- guh-!"

With that Oda took his wrist firmly, but not harshly, dragging Ango onto his feet. Ango's face took on a surprised expression- he was unimpressed by Oda's antics.

The black haired man was swept around the living room lazily, the sun barely up in the sky with the soft faint chirping of the early morning birds. The soft piano almost carried them as they danced along with the notes- Ango reluctantly yet peaceful in nature.

When Ango looked at Oda he was struck by his beauty. The redheads stubble was scratchy yet ravishing as he looked at Ango with a tender smile- something reserved for very few. The barely there morning sun trickled through the very few openings of curtains and the distant and scarce light from inside the house created a romantic atmosphere that was fragile- bound to be broken.

Broken it was when Ango ultimately broke the goodness of Odasaku- his life partner. And he would never forgive himself for ruining something so precious to him. He would never forgive himself for taking away that smile reserved for him, for taking away the soaring melody that was Oda's life.

And while Ango was previously content with himself, the loss of a goodness such as Odasaku stuck him with insecurities that he would forever be fighting to fulfill.

Yes, Odasaku and Ango complimented each other well. Oda was the barely there morning light while Ango was the melancholy piano melody that he could never quite escape.

#bsd spoilers #bsd #bungou stray dogs #oda sakunosuke #bsd odasaku #ango sakaguchi #bsd ango #odango #bsd odango #fluff #fluff/angst #omg im so sorry #i didnt mean for that to hurt so much actually #the odango brainrot has been real recently #cant get over how tragic ango is

[midnighttheroies]

xtale papyrus is on september 9th but i coudln't resist drawing the good old skeleton brothers fluff/angst moment, it's not finished yet but i couldn't resist uploading a little teaser AND NO THIS IS NOT FONCEST!!, JUST A CUTE INNOCENT BROTHERLY MOMENT!!, the finale comic will be posted on his brithday!

#xtale #x!tale #xpapyrus #xtalepapyrus #x!papyrus #cross #cross sans #x!cross #x-tale #skeleton brothers #NOT A SHIP ART #9/9 coming soon #draft #fluff/angst #xtalecross #xtale cross #xtale papyrus

[russxllewis]

here’s another little snippet because I can quati to finish it

#Work brain I need you #seriously I need to get out of this writers bolck #ao3 #britcedes #george russell #lewis hamilton #au #fiction #fluff/angst

[straykidsnerd255]

hey!! How are you? If it's not too much trouble, can you make a hc where the Y/N of Saga, Kanon, Shaka, Camus, Mu and Milo is like Scaramouche/Wander from Genshin Impact? A puppet abandoned by his creator god, deceived and used, before he was naive and kind with a sharp and irascible tongue, who came to erase himself from the world to try to change his past and now tries to improve as a person

You sure can! I apologize if it is short, and hope that you enjoy it!

Saga:

When he first found you, he was confused. You were alone, anger written all over your face, but there was sadness that he could see.

“What are you doing out here alone? Are you waiting for someone?” he asked. 

You looked him up and down before tilting your head so your hat covered your face. 

“No. I hate everyone.” You said and simply turned around so your back was facing the man. 

Saga rolled his eyes before sitting down next to you. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow before sighing. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m not gonna leave you alone. Not out here anyway.” He replied. 

After some time, you started to open up to him. You told him everything about you and your past. 

He wrapped his arms around you and promised to never leave your side. And He never once, left your side.

Shaka:

He was a pretty closed-off person himself. He didn’t like being around people and enjoyed being alone.

When he found you, laying in the grass, your giant hat sitting to the side of you, he couldn’t help but be curious. 

He waited for you to wake up and when you did, let's just say that you got spoked and he got spoked as well. 

When you finally deemed him worthy of your trust, you told him everything about you. Your past, how you were betrayed by the one person you thought would never betray and hurt you. 

Shaka was angered that someone could deceive and betray you. So he took you in. He promised that he would never be like that person.

He never left you alone. He was always in sight and always had you in sight. He could see you slowly making a change in your life and smiled when he finally saw you smile.

Kanon:

He is pretty much in the same boat as you. He was betrayed by someone that he thought cared about him but that didn’t last long.

When he found you laying in the grass, arms behind your head and your eyes closed, the breeze pushing your hair into your face he knew that you had been betrayed just like he has. 

Don’t ask him how he knows this he just knows. When he approached, your eyes snapped open and you sat up before jumping to your feet. 

“Who are you and what do you want?” You snapped. 

Kanon put his hands halfway up in the air to show he wasn’t a threat but that didn’t deter you one bit. 

You glared at him before you finally sighed in annoyance and sat down next to him.

Before long, you and Kanon grew close to each other. You told him about your past, and he told you about his past. 

You stuck by his side as you slowly began to change the way you were.

Mu:

When he first met you, he was completely stunned. Not only was your clothing extravagant, but you were also in a whole other league compared to him. 

You had the urge to not trust him but something about him just said that you could trust him. 

He offered you a place to stay til you could find somewhere you could live. He was very sweet and kind to you. 

You were not used to the amount of kindness that wafted from this man. You have never received such kindness in your whole life. 

You finally gained the courage to tell Mu about your past and how you were betrayed but you always wanted to change. 

Mu’s smile was all the motivation that you needed to begin your journey that would change your life for the better. 

Milo:

When you first met Milo, you both butted heads for a while. You had one opinion and he had a different one.

You both could never agree on something 

As days turned into months and months turned into years, you slowly began to open up to Milo. You told him about your pains and your struggles. 

You hoped that he would be someone to help you and not like those who had promised help and never helped you. 

Milo felt hurt well up in his heart when you told him of your troubles. He pulled you into a hug to which you squeaked in shock but returned the hug. 

“You won’t be alone again. I will never leave your side. What is there that I can help you with?” He asked, his eyes holding determination as he asked. 

You smiled. “I need and want help to be a better person. I want to forget my past. I want to start a new life.” You told him.

Camus:

He was already a cold and calculating person but when he met you, he changed a bit. 

Camus could see that something had happened to you before you found your way into his life and he was going to figure that out. 

It took a lot of work to earn your trust and when he did, you slowly began to open up to him. 

You told him of how you were betrayed by the one person you thought would never hurt or betray you.

You told him that you wanted to start over. A fresh start to a new life. You wanted to forget your past.

Camus watched you grow from being so quiet and secluded to loud, happy, and laughing. A smile brightened on your face and it melted him.

You had changed a lot and Camus couldn’t have been prouder.

#Saint seiya #fluff/angst #Female reader #Anon #requested #Saga x female reader #Kanon x female reader #Shaka x female reader #Camus x female reader #Mu x female reader #Milo x female reader

[mobolanz]

For the oc/self-insert x canon ask game: 💕 and 💧 You know I love Evelyn x Reiner but feel free to answer for your other ships as well!

Ah this should be interesting!:D obv I'm going for the precious babes here but also this really got me to move the gears in my brain so I'll focus on them xD 🍎🛡️

💧: How well do they comfort each other when they’re upset? :

For both of them I believe this can be summarized as "pull themselves closer, and therefore be in reach, nevermind what the world says. (Play that one

In reiner's case for example.

Let's assume Evelyn "stormed" out of another room followed by her guardian & boss making a condescending commentary- bonus point if it's outright triggering regarding Evelyn's life before being taken in and occupied under her order. He'd be relieved to have found her to begin with. But catching up wouldn't be a challenge ; Or just spotted in the corner of his eye by herself a while after a similar occurrence. As soon as his presence becomes felt and known, either from behind or as he sits next to her, bluntly remarking "didn't think you'd be here" (immediately implying he noticed something unusual) -and that shaken, and whispery tone of her response as she tenses and avoids eye contact, saying it's nothing tells it right away to him.

one light touch from his big hand to her shoulder causes her to gasp and loosen completely. In a matter of minute or two her face are stained in tears that gathered up there. The denial that comes from how restrictive as if something is inherently wrong about them she is towards her own feelings wouldn't do- no room for listening should he say anything simpler to solve like "Don't just listen to anything she would spout" - so first step would be to get her to allow him undo and that it's safe enough- sign that he's not here to get all judgemental & try needlessly lecturing her but rather the opposite. So long as they're alone take the opportunity to lightly turn her in his direction and puts his arms gradually around her figure in a hug, finding himself lower into it like protectively wrapping around and shielding her.

In Evy's case

it's an initially reluctant approach- what good would it do? What can she say? How's a touch even going to soothe it instead of surpressing it until next time? What does she know or pretend to understand if she's never been there when everything that tore and ate at him took place? AS IF she cam help in return just as much.

But she'll figure that later- now it's more important to ensure it won't be too late for her to even ask and she'd regret for a long long time about now doing this earlier and then have a real reason to see herself as an idiot. Because THAT image kept playing in her mind over and over. (Once it was his multitated and unhealing body on the ship, then the of her guardian telling her he'll totally face consequences for the operation's failure, to seeing his unhealing comatose body after finding falco during the liberio raid, with the overhead words 'no will left to live' ringing in her ears.) she finds herself like being shoved by some force in reiner's direction. Her hands are shaking but she leans onto him while grabbing to his coat, as soon as he becomes aware of what she's just doing evy already stretches her arms to cup his face, a single finger stroking his cheek on the side to spot any tears she couldn't see from there. Staring straight at him.

One it'd either end with a playful fake pain but quiet "oww. Didn't know you had it in you." And forceful laugh Or/in a matter of seconds like in the previous scenario, thumbling slowly to beginning to sob quietly as it catches up to him . She's like the living embodiment of what he wanted once arriving too late, and the opposite of what he thinks he need (because she's really only treating him the way he does with her- not judgement and condemnation) but still feeling so damn amazing and real, and actually full of meaning and worth holding on to- (like what he actually decides to do with his life) but the knowledge he can't and it's not his to have is all sorts of tearing. That light touch , maybe even embrace stings as much as it soothes.

💕: Who confessed first and how? Did it go as planned or did shenanigans ensue?:

No but like you see this is something I can't quite place where and when would it happen and how to initiate it. Especially considering thee whole thing between them is supposed to be a secret/very much restricted (I say as I keep giving yhem tender scenarios) . Somewhere in the 3 years between return to marley and the war? Before or after the liberio raid where reiner visits injured evy in the hospital as a result after he wakes up? AFTER the last battle? (Nahhh)

There's also the factor that by the circumstances (The 13years term & conflict especially) Reiner would see no good out of starting to persuade a relationship with her, also for her safety and respect and image as much as not him chasing another unachievable pointless dream doomed to never happen and only resulting in pain and disasters for others and himself.

But the constant reminder he has to give himself every time he sees those turquoise eyes shrouded in dark circles would probably get him to a mindset of "getting this over with" , where he'd tell her- and hope the sultry feeling leeching on his heart and mind would die in an instant like the last two times (but it didn't with them either) the spark would be replace with disgust and anger- come on, say you're sick of me. and tear the fantasy yet again, to remind him it was stupid (but isn't that what love is about?) And deluded to imagine even he can have such life with what he is (for the third time ever by now). It's too good to be true, for his own good. Maybe even slap him to let that sink in.

Give himself a reason to leave.

But his mind can't illustrate that picture

It always just shifts into a completely different person

And it never comes either. The shift from awe to hatred. It's just not her she's not like that- he never once severly hurt her before either, but she WOULD even be deeply hurt had she known this is what he was hoping of her to do.

Evy's just someone that entered his cabin in the ship back to marley the night they sailed to treat someone she didn't know- not kick his multitated body and spit venom in his face for being a pathetic failure that doomed everyone.

He takes a step back to lean on a nearby wall or a pole. Looking up at the empty ceiling or vast sky. Clenching his teeth followed by a heavy sigh as he looks back down, to the floor and then her.

That , depending on where I choose to place it, makes it either a relief- or thousands-million times worse.

Did... did I figure that out while typing???D: gosh forbidden love I fuck with it so hard <\3

Okay guess the answer is... Reiner confessed :").

~OC / Self-Insert x Canon Ask Game~

#asks #missnobodydoodles #oc asks #oc x canon #reinelyncore #evelyncore #aot oc #mai thoughts #mai writes #meta #hurt/comfort #fluff/angst

[rachey899]

I'm writing a story, maybe one day a book, I've fleshed out all my ideas and got the basic gist of each chapter and then started writing.

But..... then I lost momentum and my Dad suggested using a storyboard and I immediately loved the idea.

I haven't done a story board since I was a kid and instantly felt nostalgic whipping out the sharpies.

Also gave me an opportunity to utilise my scrap book!

Excuse the drawings, it does look like a child has drawn them however I'm not very practiced at sketching scenes.

I figured if anyone would appreciate these images it would be on here, so here you go, a first glimpse at a g/t novel I'm hoping to actually finish 🤣💖

#g/t #g/tdrawing #storyboard #giant/tiny #fluff/angst #baddrawing #visualsareuseful #scrapbookingisfun

[sabo-has-my-heart]

May We Meet Again

Not quite a drabble, not quite a fic, but it’s for Izo and is also my entries for Hanami and Seasons pass for @onepiece-bingo. 

Edit: would you belive I wrote this before chapter 1052/episode 1079?

Warnings: Angst

It was spring when Izo first saw you, when he first fell in love with you. Sitting under a sakura tree, smiling as you enjoyed the pink flowers blooming on the dozens of trees that lined the pathway to an old shrine. He’d asked why you were sitting there alone rather than enjoying the festival with others, but you’d just smiled and said that it was your favorite spot. You’d offered him some dango and to enjoy the flowers with you, so he had. The two of you sat there for hours, enjoying the snacks you’d brought and the beautiful flowers. By the end, he’d told you that you were far more stunning than any flower he’d seen that day.

Summer was when he’d asked you out on a real date, just months after meeting you, after sitting there talking with you for hours. The two of you had become fast friends, playing in the cold river waters, enjoying small snacks as you chatted away, or becoming kids again as you played in an old park. Finally, he knew that he wanted to be by your side, wanted you by his side. So he took a chance, a leap of faith, and asked you out. A sweet kiss, a small innocent thing on his cheek had been your answer, his cheeks flushed bright red. Despite wanting to take you out to the nicest, most amazing place he could find, he went with something a little more sentimental instead, and took you on a picnic, sitting near a beautiful river and enjoying the scenery, much like the day he’d first met you.

By the time Fall rolled around, Izo was head-over-heels in love with you. He didn’t want to admit it, but he would have done anything for you, given you the world itself if that’s what made you happy. Of course, you never asked for such things, you only ever wanted to spend time by his side. Every moment you could spend together, you were by his side, only parting when one of you had responsibilities to see to or you had to return home. You were his everything and he was yours, he talked with his sister about proposing, would it be too soon? Of course, she’d been ecstatic that there was someone that he loved so completely. So she helped him come up with a plan.

Winter was when he finally learned the truth. You’d told him to meet you at a specific spot that day, that you had something you wanted to tell him, a secret you wanted to share. He’d been a little worried, but it wasn’t going to stop him from seeing you. While he was still relatively young and he hadn’t known you for even a year, he knew that he wanted you by his side forever. He’d been prepared for rejection, for you to already be married, for you to tell him you were dying, leaving Wano, but he hadn’t been prepared for the truth. He’d been concerned when he’d shown up and you weren’t there, confused when a light seemed to be beckoning him, and heartbroken when he stood in front of a single, lone gravemarker, your gravemarker. Clearly decades old, moss and foliage almost obscuring it, had the strange light not disappeared into the marker, he would have missed it entirely. The old shine near where you’d first met had been your home, the home of a fortune teller, of a person who told their parents that they wouldn’t fall in love until they were long passed. He’d found what you’d left for him though, a small hair piece, simple yet intricate in design. ‘To my beloved, may we meet once more one day’ carved into the wooden case that it had rested in, the wooden case with his name on it. 

Izo looked out over the waters, he was returning home for the first time in well over 20 years, he wondered how Kiku was doing. In his hands was a small hair piece, a favorite of his, he felt a little bad for being gone so long, but Pops, Marco, Thatch, Ace, all of the Whitebeard pirates had needed him. He only hoped that you would understand when he visited you, when he told you of his adventures while he was gone.

#one piece izou #one piece izo #16th division commander izou #16th division commander izo #izo x reader #izou x reader #gender neutral reader #fluff/angst #angst #light angst #one piece bingo

[mimssides]

Ballroom Dancing Is Not For Everyone

The royal ball is not a fun place for Remus Sparrowheart of the White Valley. But he doesn't get to choose where he gets to be. He never will. Yet maybe, the company he has in his brother will make all of it more bearable. And maybe he will find some new companions at this not-not-so-fun-ball after all.

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Spinning, spinning, spinning.

The dresses spun in circles. The nice dress shoes drew circles. The room was a circle.

The music looped. The dancers looped. Remus’ mind looped.

No straight lines, no edges, no corners. No place where Remus could go and hide. And even if he had been able to hide, he would not have been allowed to. He had to follow protocol, had to be a good representative of White Valley, and play nice and fair and stay put and idle.

He gripped the hem of his white gloves. He never liked the white. It got dirty so fast and he got scolded so often when he ended up with just a little speck of dirt on it. For Roman it was less of a problem, he liked the white and didn’t mind not playing in the dirt so much but he as well would have preferred to wear a more colourful attire than the white suits with the silver accents.

“Do not complain. Silver and white are tasteful and decent without being too obnoxious. We might be royalty but we mustn’t become self-absorbed. Stay humble.”

Remus had woken up screaming that night as he woke up from a nightmare where he had slammed a knife into his mother’s and popped the eyeball out of the socket as if it had been a meatball. He had been lucky that Roman had been in his room already and helped him calm down. No one else learnt of it and so neither twin got into trouble for sleeping in the same room that night.

With a yank, Remus pulled his right glove off. He pushed it into the too-small pocket of his jacket and turned to the side so that nobody could see his full pocket. If they didn’t see him messing with the stupid dress code nobody could snitch on him and get Roman and him into trouble for “misrepresenting the White Valley”. Not that Remus understood why the two youngest teen princes and not the actual prince regent were held responsible to represent the whole Valley. It wasn’t like Roman or he would ever get the crown, and neither did they want it. Well, Remus didn’t want it.

Roman was another story. Remus looked for him and saw him standing next to some other young men on the other side of the room. He was smiling politely and laughing mildly when it was expected of him. The perfect son his mother could have asked for. Sometimes even better than Rasmus but that was usually only said when their mother attempted to make her oldest listen to her. Yes, Roman too was just another kid she weaponized to get her will.

A peckish feeling led to Remus leaving his spot at the far eastern side of the ballroom. As quickly as he could he passed by the other guest, praying that none of them looked too closely at him or just ignored him when they did. Not all of them did though. Lady Whiteleaf from Poppy Fields made eye contact and spoke directly to him. Painfully he was pulled into an empty conversation of chitchat where he was questioned about how travel was, where they were staying and how hot the weather was for this time of year.

It took her ten minutes to lose interest in him and she excused herself daintily smiling to get to her next acquaintance. Usually, Remus wouldn’t have cared about that but right now, as he felt this deep sense of disconnection from his surroundings, her dismissal hurt. Everything was starting to hurt and suddenly, now that he stood in front of the sweets and pies, he wasn’t so sure anymore if he could eat something. Maybe he shouldn’t try. Maybe he should just hide somewhere.

He looked around, scanning for all exits just to realize that all his escape routes were blocked by all the royal partygoers. Of course, how stupid was Remus to forget that hiding was never an option?

Somebody spoke to him. It took a moment until Remus realized that he was blocking the way to the buffet and he quickly grabbed a treat and stood aside so the next person could take whatever they liked. He looked back at the man who had told him to move after stepping away. His mother would have said that it’s impolite to rush people and he would have gotten scolded if he had been the one to tell some guy to move away like that. But well, that lucky bastard wasn’t unfortunate enough to be his mother’s son. Thus, that four-eyed idiot in blue could be as rude as he liked.

Maybe he should get to Roman and complain to him about that idiot. Maybe that would help with the spinning. Measured he took a small bite from the piece of lemon pie (of course he had gotten the one type of cake that he neither liked nor hated but felt completely indifferent about) and looked to where he had seen his brother at last. He didn’t stand there anymore, not that it surprised him, Roman was mingling with many so there was a good chance that he was with a different group now. Carefully he scanned the ballroom, a big round cylinder with a glass dome as a roof. That’s why there were no corners to hide in, Remus remembered and grew a little more nervous.

The nervousness increased with every moment when he didn’t spot Roman yet. Slowly he began to walk along the wall, eyes flying over each inch he hadn’t seen before, yet there was no Roman.

Remus’ heart beat fast. The people around him talked fast. His hands shook fast.

His steps to the hall were slow. The lingering looks from the royals left him too slow. The way his hands trembled in his pockets made him feel slow.

He didn’t know when he walked up a staircase, this castle was too big for him, the halls too wide, the space far too open, but now he was standing in front of a window which decidedly wasn’t 1st story level anymore. He could see into a wide open garden, hedges neatly trimmed and aligned in perfect precision. His stomach turned.

He ran now. His feet made a clicking sound on the marble floors because his soles were too hard and too flat for running around. He ran still. He ran and ran until he spotted a door which seemed to blend into the wall, a door for servants, for brooms and dirty scraps maybe. He opened it and went inside, no looking back. It was dark and nobody said a thing so it was fine. It was safe. He was safe. He fell to his knees, his chest hurt, his head hurt. Breathing was hard. Stab your mother with a dull gardening shovel. Claw her eyes out with your fingers. Drink the eye juic-

“What’s the fucking matter with the stupid eyes lately?!” Remus whimpered and pulled himself out of the thought by pulling his hair.

Helplessly he pushed his face against his thighs and let his fingers scratch his scalp. He didn’t think about how it would mess up his hairdo or how it could hurt him or how his mother would be angry with him for doing so. He just needed the thoughts to stop.

A warm hand was settled on his own. A soft thumb run over the back of his hand, easing it to let go of his head and hair.

“Well done, Emu. You do well.”

Rapidly Remus blinked. Immediately the voice shooed him, told him to slow done and Remus listened. He listened and was good and well and only sat up to look at his brother when his hands weren’t cramped anymore, and his thoughts didn’t hurt so miserably anymore.

“You found me.”

Roman laughed shakily and leaned his forehead against Remus’. Then Roman closed his eyes and took a watery breath. His hands settled on Remus’ shoulder and suddenly Remus understood. He laid his arms around Roman and pulled him close.

“The room started spinning for you too?” Remus asked.

Roman winced. Of course, he did. He hated it after all when he couldn’t do things the way their mother expected him to. When he was a little too similar to Remus for her liking. When he was too unpredictable to be the manipulatable puppet she wanted him to be.

Remus sighed and readjusted their positions, so he ended up sitting next to his foolish brother and could hug him from the side. It had always been easier for Remus to relax around Roman, while Roman only was able to let out or give in to his emotions around Remus. Not that Remus minded that he was emotional or messy around him, but he could see that Roman avoided him for that very reason and he wished it wasn’t that way.

Yet now, none of that mattered. Now, they sat on the floor of a supply closet, as Remus now realized and just tried to get their composure back. They would have to return to the baller sooner than later otherwise their mother would hear of this and that wouldn’t end well for anybody.

So it was time to just breathe and calm down, Remus decided and took a deep breath.

The door opening rapidly and two other people storming in didn’t help to calm either twin down though. Neither when the smaller one audibly hyperventilated and the other one frantically slapped the wall to find a light switch. Neither when the other one hit the light switch and revealed that Janus Myrrth, first son to the Myrrth’s and heir of the Golden Garden estates, and Virgil Myrrth, second son of the Myrrth’s of the Golden Garden estates, were the ones who had chosen their little chamber as their escape place.

“You truly are unbelievable-” Janus hissed but abruptly stopped.

So did Virgil’s hyperventilating as he and his older brother looked down at the twins huddled against a shelf filled with jars of berry jams. Remus' body felt like static and his eyes ran over the matching black suits, Janus’ decorated with gold patterns and a warm yellow ascot and Virgil’s with silver trimmings and a simple purple tie. It looked rather nice, his mind helpfully added, and he slowly let his arms drop from his brother.

Roman next to him was stiff as a board, looking directly at Janus’ birthmarks covering the left side of his face. The heir noticed and Remus immediately rammed his elbow into Roman’s ribs to keep him from staring. His twin yelped but finally unfroze and lowered his face in shame before he perked up again.

“I apologize,” he said formally and got up from the floor. “I was rude. It seems we’ve occupied a spot you are in need of. Please, let us forget about this and-”

Roman didn’t get to finish as Virgil started to hyperventilate again, with much more force than before. That did the trick and Roman sprung into action. Without much thinking, he sprang to the younger prince and guided him, without ever touching him, to a barrel which was standing close but not too close to the shelf they were all huddled around. With gentle but certain words he told him to sit, to breathe, to not fret.

Remus raised from the floor, his hands falling leisurely in his pockets and watching his brother being in his element. With a grin, he glanced to Janus who eyed the spectacle with a cold glare and only after a moment realized that he was being watched.

“And what of you, Sparrowheart?” the older teen snarled.

Remus chuckled and garnered a death stare of Roman for it. But here Remus didn’t care what people could possibly think of him being loud and not perfectly polite and palatable.

“I am not the one who got angry at his hyperventilating brother, J-anus. And to speak of it, we were here first. Go and find your own closet to be an asshole in,” Remus said cheerfully.

The undignified stare Janus shot Remus could have murdered but the glare he felt shooting through his back from Roman was torture. Maybe he did go a little too far?

“Pff,” a tiny voice began to wheeze and all turned their attention to Virgil.

The youngest prince was laughing into his hand. His shoulders shaking with amusement, only getting stronger when Janus told him to get a grip.

“He called you J-J-anus” Virgil giggled and pressed his hands against his hurting stomach.

Perplexed both twins looked from him to Janus, who visibly blushed at his younger brother’s words and tried to say something only for Virgil to interrupt him again.

“I never heard anybody say that to your face! That’s hilarious!”

“You are such an uncultured child”, Janus chided.

His voice didn’t carry any actual sharpness though. Part of his initial anger seemed to have simmered away and given way to relief. Maybe he wasn’t quite as much of an asshole as Remus had initially thought. Maybe he had just been so high-strung because he was worried for his younger brother.

Before anything else could be done with that realization once more the door to the supply closet got opened. Four pairs of eyes me the sights of two princes dressed in shades of blue.

“That’s the idiot who told me to move my ass at the banquet!” Remus blurted and pointed his finger at the taller one in blue.

Now that he got a better look at him he realized, that he probably too was along their age, maybe a little older and spotted the Whiteleaf crest on his left breast pocket. He blinked.

“Fuck. That was stupid,” he cursed and glared at his shoes.

He heard the familiar voice of Logan Whiteleaf, heir and the first son of the Whiteleaf’s and of the Poppy Fields, scoff at that just as a second not familiar voice perked up.

“What did you do this time, Lo! It’s not nice to tell people to go away!”

Promptly Remus looked up. The smaller teen, he was for sure a year or two younger than Remus, had turned around and stared at Logan with an impressively disappointed pout. Logan looked back with an impressively annoyed eyebrow raise.

“I didn’t do anything scolding-worthy. I simply told this adolescent to step aside so I could get to the buffet,” Logan retorted.

The tween shook his head and went on: “How long did he stand here? Did you say it kindly or were you being too harsh again? You know what mama says about keeping your voice in check.”

At that Logan simply rolled his eyes and sidestepped him to look at the rest of the people inside. His eyes flickered from Remus to Janus in recognition before they fell on Virgil and Roman. And as he looked at them his face fell. Immediately Remus' attention locked onto his twin. He cursed and pressed past Logan to get to Roman’s shaking side.

“Oh no! Did we scare Vee’s new friend D:”

“How on earth did you make that sound with your mouth?”

“Virgil is not friends with one of the stupid Sparrow twins!”

“Janus! Don’t be mean to them either >:[”

“Are we truly glossing over the fact that Patton just…”

Remus didn’t listen to their voices in the background. He just tried to slowly, so slowly, inch closer to Roman. His hands were barely allowed to move, so slowly did he raise them into Roman’s field of vision. Which was quite a feat since Roman had basically rolled into a ball and his face was hidden against his arms.

“Ro, it’s okay,” Remus tried to coax him weakly. “I’m gonna take the blame. I mean I was being stupid not you, so it’s only fair and she can’t always make you responsible for my actions.”

Roman shook more.

“Right?” Remus added with a shiver.

Roman didn’t say a thing. Of course, their mother would make Roman responsible for Remus’ missteps. One more reason why Roman should hate him. Maybe he hated him already but was too nice to say a thing.

A gentle pull on his sleeve got Remus’ attention. Virgil had crouched down beside him and was staring at Roman as well. His lips shivered but he looked much calmer than before. He met Remus’ look and quietly pointed his chin towards Roman and asked almost voicelessly: “Is he scared of being scolded?”

Remus didn’t even think before he already nodded. The other boy's face turned into a surprisingly sad frown, and he leaned towards Roman and patted his shoulder.

“’s okay,” Virgil whispered, “that you’re scared. But you don’t need to worry anymore. Logan and J-anus over there won’t snitch on you or your brother.”

With a flinch and heavy panting Roman lifted his head just a little to look at Virgil’s face.

“Why w-wouldn’t they?” he asked with great doubt.

A tiny smile stole its way on Virgil’s lips, almost a cute one in Remus’ opinion, and he said: “Because they’re both soft idiots and have to be nice to people their younger brothers’ like.”

“You like us?” Remus and Roman said surprised in unison.

Virgil snickered, again rather cutely in Remus’ opinion, and from behind the three of them a light blue whirlwind stormed towards them. With a yelp, Remus and Virgil toppled against Roman as the tween crashed against them in a very enthusiastic hug.

“Yeah! People who help my friend Virgil are my friends too!” the boy in light blue said with a wide smile.

This close up Remus’ brain finally registered that he was just getting hugged and offered friendship by Patton Whiteleaf, the third and youngest son of the Whiteleaf’s of the Poppy Fields.

Baffled Roman looked at him and Remus snickered a little hysterically before they both looked at Virgil who snorted and teased them that they took Patton’s declaration of friendship even worse than he had at first. Roman made a hurt sound whereas Remus jolted forward and lifted Patton off the floor with a happy yelp. Logan and Janus just shot each other a tired look as the four younger teens broke into chaotic chatter.

Well maybe, in the years to come, they might think a little differently about the wild first encounter they had that with the Sparrowheart twins. They certainly wouldn’t admit it though.

At least not out loud.

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[lets-try-some-writing]

I was reading the latest post on Optimus being the sparkling of Unicron and how the team reacted to it, and I can't help but think that there's probably going to be some kind of catalyst that causes the rest of Team Prime to notice how they're acting towards Optimus is hurting him. As for what that catalyst is, I have a vague idea of Optimus trying to bottle up the loneliness only for it to explode out at some point, but you can easily do something else. It's probably just me liking this AU and want to see what else goes with it.

(And if you wish to delete this ask, then go right ahead.)

I would never delete such an ask. I only tend to get rid of the ones that are too indecipherable to work with or ones that have left me with no motivation or room to be creative. With that said, here it is, the conclusion to all the angst with my boy. Previous post here.

Family

For months he fought for his Autobots as an exile, taking every hit and enduring the pain and solitude with grace. But with time Optimus began to break. Wounds piled up, wearing him down and never fully repairing due to only basic medical treatment on Optimus's part. His mental state began to collapse after being separated from his team for so long and not even having the comfort of his bond with Bumblebee to rely upon. And while Unicron's loving whispers and the Matrix were enough to keep him from fully falling to depression and wrath, it only held for so long. Everything his creator did for him and the emotional dampening effects of the Matrix were like Band-Aids on a stab wound. It was not enough.

He grew desperate for interaction, so much so that he threw himself into battle with reckless abandon. He wanted to be seen, to be spoken to, to have someone, anyone recognize his existence aside from his father. And for his desire he paid the price.

After a particularly fierce battle, Optimus took a hit to the side so bad that his internals were left exposed. He wanted to fall to the ground in agony once the pain hit him, but he endured until the team had safely done what was required. Then as they watched with wide optics, he choked back a scream and limped away, holding his internals in place with a servo as he did so. Never more in his life did he desire to have Ratchet berate him for his recklessness and repair him, running countless diagnostics and giving him a good pinch for his foolishness. As he dragged himself back to his trailer and leaned against it feeling nothing but torment, he wished that he was back at base, even the cold unfeeling one he had grown used to months prior. Anything but this solitude...

Optimus couldn't die in his state, not while he partially sustained himself off the power of his father. But energon loss made him delirious and all the Matrix could do was try to keep him conscious so he wouldn't fall into stasis and be left totally exposed. Unicron could sense his creation growing weaker, especially as Optimus began muttering things about being tired, lonely, or in pain. It wasn't like him, and it frightened the chaos god to see his little one in such a state. And so he did what he thought was best, he gathered up an avatar and went to the only bots on the planet least likely to blast Optimus to bits. He went to the Autobots.

Taking on the general appearance of Optimus to garner their attention, Unicron manifested where Arcee and Bulkhead were on patrol. Unicron's avatar was mostly composed of energy, not too dissimilar to Optimus's true form. He was impossible to miss, and Arcee and Bulkhead reacted as he expected. They raised their blasters in fear of his aura and prepared to flee. Unicron did not approach, and despite having a great many harsh words he would have liked to have said, he couldn't speak with his power so restrained. So instead he gestured for the two Autobots to follow him, hoping they might let go of their fear and come aid his creation.

Arcee: Optimus! What do you want!?

Unicron: *gesturing toward Optimus's general location*

Bulkhead: Hey, Prime. You good?

Unicron: *continues to gesture, looking between them and Optimus's location*

Arcee: ... You want us to follow you?

Unicron: *nods and begins walking*

It took a moment and Unicron stopping twice to usher them onward to get Bulkhead and Arcee to follow. But when they finally did, Unicron walked with them for hours upon hours in silence. They tried asking him questions, demanding to know his purposes, but Unicron in Optimus's image never replied. He simply walked on. And when the two Autobots threatened to leave, Unicron stopped and gestured more animatedly, pointing off into the distance. It took some extra convincing, but after having some sort of conversation with those back at base, they continued to follow.

Then nearly twelve hours of walking later, Unicron halted and pointed to them, and then off to where Optimus's trailer was parked. Optimus was not in view, but the energon around the area was, and it roused Arcee and Bulkhead's interest and suspicion. The chaos god did not take another step forward and stood around fifty feet back as the Autobots moved forward carefully, wary of a trap. They periodically looked back toward him, but Unicron did not so much as twitch as they began scouting the area.

By the time they finally found Optimus bleeding out against his trailer, his cloak soaked in energon and his optics flickering from his weakness, Unicron's avatar was gone. Arcee and Bulkhead were spooked, more so than they would ever care to admit. But they wasted no time calling for backup upon seeing Optimus's state. It did not take long at all for Ratchet and Bumblebee to arrive, both shocked beyond words upon seeing Optimus delirious and injured to the point of hardly being aware.

Ratchet: Optimus! Look at me! I need you to look at me!

Optimus: *delirious as pit* Rat...chet?

Ratchet: That's right, look at me. I need you to tell me what happened here.

Optimus: You... are here?

Ratchet: *gazing at the literal hole in Optimus's side* Yes, we all are. Now please, talk to me. How did you get hurt.

Optimus: Blaster... hit...

Ratchet: I don't know how in Primus's name you are still alive, but I am going to repair you. Everything will be alright.

Optimus: I... missed... you... all.

Ratchet: ...

Ratchet: We missed you too Optimus.

The team barely held themselves together as they dragged Optimus back to base and Ratchet began working on the great many injuries the Prime had accumulated. Guilt hit the entire team like a fright train as they looked over Optimus and listened to his barely understandable muttering about being happy to see them again. Arcee felt horrible, especially after Optimus smiled at her and wiped her tears away when she came to take a look at him as he lay resting on the medical berth. How had she ever seen Optimus as a monster? How could she have shunned him after everything he did for her? Even after being hurt by her over and over again, he still showed her love, and that broke any reservations Arcee might have had left. She ended up muttering endless apologies to Optimus as he lay there and continued to give her comforting touches, his smile ever present and not at all tainted with anger or disgust.

Bulkhead and Wheeljack came to Optimus a little later after Arcee had gone to cry herself into recharge from mixed relief and guilt. They stood around awkwardly for a long while until Optimus, still very much delirious from medicine given to him by Ratchet and energon loss, at last noticed them. The Prime smiled kindly and gave both their servos a reassuring squeeze. He looked overjoyed just to see them, and that alone was enough to make both wreckers regret ever agreeing to have him sent away. They ended up sitting and talking with Optimus for an hour or so, mainly listening to the Prime ramble about how great it was to see them again. It broke their sparks a little to see him so fragging pleased just to be in their presence, and ultimately they told Optimus they were sorry, earning them wide smiles and enthusiastic forgiveness. They walked away feeling regretful beyond words.

The children were enthusiastic and elated at having Optimus back and clambered onto his frame to hug him the moment Ratchet's back was turned. Optimus was equally thrilled and his frame rumbled in joy as the children got onto his chassis and made their best attempts to give cuddle up against him. There were a few tears involved on the children's parts as the younger two of the duo made their grief at him having been gone so long clear. The Prime simply showered them in affection in response, rumbling his frame and running gentle digits along their backs. They left him contented and happy, just glad to have their Prime back.

Ratchet on the other hand could hardly look at Optimus after what he had done. He felt like the worst mech to ever walk the earth and refused to meet Optimus's gaze as he patched the Prime up. However eventually as he tried to walk away and go sulk, Optimus grabbed his arm and looked to him pleadingly, his arms held open, asking for a hug. And so not having the spark to say no, Ratchet obliged and gave in, earning a contented purr from Optimus in return. The medic then proceeded to get himself wrapped up in an odd cuddle which Optimus seemed loathe to end. For nearly two hours Optimus held Ratchet like a porcelain doll, as if afraid he might break as the Prime made all sorts of comments about how much he had missed his oldest friend. Ratchet left feeling happier knowing that Optimus did not hate him, but also deeply regretful of all he had done and the pain he had caused. After all, Optimus wouldn't be in such a state if he hadn't been so foolish...

Lastly there was Bumblebee who came to Optimus fully expecting to be met with coldness or anger. Instead the moment he came near and allowed his iron grip over his bond with Optimus to slacken, he was wrapped up in a loving embrace. Optimus had not cried when meeting with the others, but finally feeling his sparkling again filled a void Optimus had known but ignored. His tears flowed freely as he hummed the song he had sung Bee when he was small and gently rubbed between his doorwings. Bumblebee who had been playing the part of tough leader since Optimus's departure broke down into tears as well. Before long the father and son were singing together, reaffirming their bond and connecting again after so long apart. No words needed to be said, both understood each other and granted the other forgiveness without a second thought.

The team heard the song and found themselves comforted. It would be a long road to recovery for all of them. But if Optimus and Bumblebee could figure it out and express their love or each other so freely, the team had inkling of hope that they could repair the damage done to their relationships with Optimus too. And while it was left unspoken for a while, the team were also well aware that Optimus was loved by his creator. Unicron had taken the time to guide them to Optimus and had watched over and reassured him when they were not present. They were certain the chaos god had quite the grudge against them.

And they were right, as even after time passed and the wounds healed, Unicron made it his biggest priority in life to frag with whoever it was that had made his creation cry. The chaos god quickly took to being a minor nuisance when the team weren't doing important work. And surprisingly, it actually brought a bit of well needed comedic relief into their lives after all the drama.

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[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills

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The real barbie is Y/n.

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