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utterlyazriel · 3 months

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whom the shadows sing for— (and the thief's echoing hymn)

a/n: it's time for some more ✨trauma✨ time to learn ur own backstory tehe <3 feel free to let me know what you think or any future... predictions... you think might be coming...

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synopsis: Azriel leaves for Velaris. You reflect on old choices and everything that you lead you to where you are now— and realise it's been awhile since you had anyone to miss. fem!reader, mulan-esque au

—CHAPTER THREE :: COMPANIONS

There's a girl screaming in the middle of camp.

Anguish, a pure guttural agony, litters her voice. She's shrieking, screaming herself hoarse, tortured cries piercing the air as a piece of her identity is ripped from her forcibly. The scream that you know only follows a wing clipping.

Fear rolls through your body, seizing every nerve til your limbs lock up. Your stomach lurches, nausea swimming and threatening to choke up your throat. The screams dive beneath your very skin and make a home there, unbidden.

The screaming isn't stopping and you acutely notice that you're crying because of it, big fat tears rolling down your face as though you're the one in pain, unable to quieten her suffering, because... because...

Because the girl is you.

The girl is you and they had found out somehow and they had come, they had held you down and taken the knife between your wings and starting slicing through muscle and sinew and it fucking hurts, it hurts so much—

A ragged gasp rips from your throat at the slice down your back.

You wake you with a violent twitch.

Your dagger is in your hand in an instant, stored beneath your pillow, always within reach. The cool leather beneath it is a comfort as your senses search blindly for any threat. The rabbiting sound of your heart looms in your ears and you keenly strain your ears to try listen over it.

A threat? An intruder? You're looking for anything hidden in the darkness, while your senses are still swamped by your nightmare. The effects of it are melting away too slowly. Your breath comes too fast.

Shadows loom. You're not sure what is fear is still lingering from the dream and what is real instinct, kicking in to protect yourself.

Worse is, your suspicions are not at all unwarranted.

Around you, the space is still. Dead air trapped within your shelter.

Outside, the howl of the Mother's Kiss sounds again, the rattling wind against the windows somehow grounding you into your home. You're in your home. You're not out in the middle of camp, not held onto that horrid stained piece of earth where all the clippings take place.

You're tucked away in your space, hidden beneath your secret still.

Your chest heaves rapidly, dregs of panic still running through your system. You force yourself to inhale slowly, blinking slowly and letting your eyes adjust to the night. It's still dark.

It's nighttime and you've had a night terror and you're still safe, still just like any other male in the camp.

Behind you, you give your wings a little shiver, just to check.

Still there, still working in every capacity. The relief that pours through you soothes like a balm, heady and overwhelming. You release a shaky breath and curl your knees up to your chest, wings cocooning around yourself.

The nightmares, this nightmare, has been unrelenting for as many years as you can remember. Well, since...

Since twenty six years ago, when you had made a very difficult choice.

Perhaps the only time you'll ever be thankful for being a bastard in this camps is when it had granted you the privacy to make such a choice. Nobody cares if a bastard child dies, male or otherwise.

It had made you dispensable and therefore, unnoticeable.

Nobody noticed when one more begging child, one more hungry face, went missing. And certainly nobody paid any mind when one more turned up again — hair cut down to the scalp, bleeding in places from the shoddy cut, and a gritty determination in their eyes.

No, in fact, the only time people started noticing you was when you started tasting the mixture of blood and dirt, knocked down in a fight you knew you had no chance of winning.

You had started it. Pushed your way into the group of boys and shoved one, hard. Fought back as best you could with half formed fists that quickly got pushed into the mud and held there as the boy you shoved wailed on you, hit after hit after hit.

By the time he had been pulled off you, your mouth was a river of blood and your face ached in a way you had never felt before.

The very bone of your skull felt bruised. Your nose was definitely broken. You wanted to cry but even scrunching your face up hurt too much. It was impossible to think anything beyond pure pain.

The group of boys were sneering as they left you in a crumpled heap on the ground, kicking mud in your direction and hissing the word bastard.

But not one mention of you being anything other than that.

Just a bastard. No slighted comment at being a female, at not being worthy of a fight for that reason.

In the Illyrian Mountains, being a bastard gave you very little in the manner of food, things, and choices. If you managed to survive past childhood, that is.

If you could scrape around for food to fill a belly that never seemed to stop growling and manage not succumb to icy embrace of the winter in the mountains, there was very little waiting for you. Even less so, if you weren't a male.

Males, at the very least, could fight for a sliver of something better.

And wasn't that just the Illyrian way? If you can fight, if you can beat and claw your way to the top, it's worth something. It's the only way to gain respect. To earn it, even when you came from nothing.

For you? Living past childhood would mean getting your greatest love torn from you.

You had seen half a dozen clippings before the age of eight. It was said that other camps littered throughout Illyria tended to be more gracious. Did it in private. Healers on hand. No excessive force.

But you'd believe that when you saw it — clippings were brutal.

Females having experienced their first blood were dragged out into the middle of camp, some kicking and screaming, others a ghostly quiet. Everybody watched and nobody stepped in, no matter the pleas.

You, no older than eight years old, had stared at the bloody patch left on the ground til your vision had blurred. It was crimson, mixing with the dirt of the earth. Beneath it was this horrid scorched brown colour.

Old blood.

The final straw for you had been Adesi— Lord Mylind's own daughter. You're not sure when or why some part of your had become convinced that she might be spared. That because her father held rank and could bend certain rules, that she might escape the fate you so feared for yourself.

She hadn't. Lord Mylind had done the clipping himself.

And she hadn't cried or fussed. There hadn't been a struggle, just this soft weeping as she kept her eyes on the ground, every pained sound that passed her lips lined with a bitter resignation of knowing this was always coming.

It had stoked a simmering ember within you — a furiously upset flame that burned hotter and hotter, til you were trembling with the force of it. Forced to watch yet another girl stripped of her freedom. Polished up for breeding stock.

If Adesi wouldn't be spared, neither would you. The future, you could see, was growing impossibly bleaker and would continue down that path if nothing radical appeared to change its course.

You had cut your hair that same very night.

It was a shit job. Trying to get it as short as you could manage without a mirror or proper tools to do so proved incredibly difficult. The lack of proper shelter didn't help either.

Bandages you were stock-piling for Mother knows what were used to bind your chest. Then you spent the rest of the night time scouring the mountain-side for those bitter herbs on the mere hope that the rumour that they would keep you from bleeding held an inkling of truth.

The next day had been the day you got into your very first fight.

The first of many. Lord Mylind didn't take kindly to bastards, especially when you paled in comparison to the size of the other novices. You had been refused to be allowed to join training the first time you had tried, his cold eyes narrowed with a cruel curl of his upper lip.

But you had, perhaps, what no one else did.

No other way forward. No other choice.

Every part of you that yearned to keep your beautiful wings, to keep your freedom, your autonomy, was channeled into your intense drive. You would not be so easily dissuaded.

You trained day and night, working up weak muscles til they hardened beneath your skin. Without proper training, it was nowhere near as efficient as it could've been. There was no-one there to soothe the aches of your growing pains, nor the sores that came with hitting the ground time and time again as you honed the balance and fluidity of your body.

A season passed. Your drive did not falter— not when half a dozen more females got clipped in that same period. A wedge drove itself between your ribs, attempting to crack open your chest; a heavy guilt at what they experienced... what you could not yet prevent.

It pushed you to train harder than before.

It took seven whole months of solitary training before Lord Mylind reluctantly allowed you to join the ranks— forced to when you disarmed and wiped the floor with Brudam in the ring to prove yourself.

By that time, the list of clipped females had climbed to nearly fifty. You kept track of every single one, forty-eight notches carved into your soul for every person you failed to protect from a terrible fate.

It killed you having to bide your time.

To train alongside the males of the camp who detested you as they did any such bastard. To hear their uncaring jeers of the clippings as they flaunted their own wings proudly. There was no shortage of things to stoke the fire within you, fury burning through every cell in your body. There was no distraction from the ultimate goal.

But between Lord Mylind's abysmal training, geared specifically at you, the purposeful way other warriors wouldn't hesitate to kick you while you were down, and having nobody else in your corner, you had no other choice.

Routines formed. Train. Eat. Train. Scrounge for ingredients, for knowledge, anything on healing tonics. Fail miserably at making anything. Chew the bitter herbs. Train. Sleep. Wake. Train.

Loneliness became a familiar companion.

Every creak in the dark was a potential threat that came looking to see if they could knock the unwelcome bastard out of the ranks. You learned to not just how to duel, but how to brawl and win. To fight dirty. To come out as unscathed as possible.

Your first bleed did eventually come, bitter leaves be damned.

They had done a decent job. They had given you a few crucial years to establish yourself as a worthy fighter, not to be messed with, and enough time to build the shelter you now called home.

It had been a saving grace. If you had been out and exposed, if any of the males in town came sniffing for a fight and felt entitled enough to challenge you, the lie that kept you safe would've come tumbling down like a house of cards.

All those years turned to ash. Wasted. For nothing.

And the only thing that terrified you more than that was... what you were certain they would inflict upon you if they ever found out.

In some of your worst nightmares, they do much worse than just clip you. They take them from you— saw them from your back, splintering bone and tearing muscle, not caring if you cry or scream — not caring if you die.

Around you, your wings give a shiver as if they could feel the ghost of pain that still lurked from your nightmare. You curl them up tighter around you. A blanket of softness, of warmth, finally breaks the chill on your skin.

Routine was easy. Your terror was manageable based on the familiarity of your life. The fact that you had nobody to lean on meant everything, every pillar of comfort, of tough love, of the extra push when you needed it, came from within.

Slipping away from training to deal with the excruciating agony of your cycle was a necessity, even if it pained you to do so. Avoidance of the Blood Rite was born from that too. It was too great a risk— too much time spent that you couldn't ever be sure wouldn't overlap with your cycle.

Besides, you already had the biggest target on your back — the label of bastard giving you more than your fair share of enemies.

They would hunt you down on the first night. That you had no doubt about. The killing would be slow and merciless. To you, the Blood Rite was just another brand of nightmares.

All this dread had become second-nature, stitched into the fabric of your angry and miserable life which seemed to exist against all odds. You were cursed with an ambition that would not let you rest. A compassion that drove you to keep training, to help others more than just yourself.

You were singular. A lone ranger who relied on nothing but your own instincts to keep getting you through the day.

You were solitary. You were lonely.

And yet, within the last month, something else had barrelling into your life and altered its course.

A Shadowsinger.

A Shadowsinger with hazel eyes that dance with mirth and a rueful smile that comes out far too easily for the battle-hardened soldier you know him to be. He's a conundrum. A mentor and a damn hard-ass when it came to training but also someone you could trust.

Calling him a friend felt too close.

A tenative ally, perhaps. A companion, even.

And the fact you can trust him — the fact that you do trust him — is perhaps the biggest change of them all.

All of your routines have been suddenly altered.

Because now, unlike ever before, there's someone there in the morning. Someone to notice your absences. To come looking when it takes longer to drag yourself out of fitful sleep. To comment on the circles under your eyes and roll back the punches accordingly.

He brings the things you need, a sudden plentiful stash of ingredients you wouldn't have dreamed of affording. The good stuff that makes a difference in the potency of a healing tonic. In turn, your feeble attempts at concocting have begun to produce far more useful results.

He brings food too.

No point in all this training if you look like your bones will snap. He had said, almost dismissively as he summoned the abundance of food from within that pocket in the shadow realm. You had been too startled by that alone to question how much he had brought with him.

A fucking feast. Enough food to last you at least half the year, if you stretched it.

Some withered, bitter part of you had shriveled up when you saw it. Your mouth watered and your stomach ached and yet still, you couldn't help how you snapped at him.

I don't want your pity.

Azriel had leveled you with a stare, his shadows roaming about his shoulders like wisps of smoke. He tilted his head to the side an inch, as if trying to pick apart the reasoning for you being so standoffish.

It's not a handout. It's part of our deal. Like I said, there's no point training you if you're starving all the while.

You bristled as his tone, even if there wasn't a hint of condescension to it. It was strong and sure.

When you still hadn't moved, Azriel had spoken once more. It's okay. To eat. I understand that generosity is not something you are familiar with but not eating will not help any of them. Getting stronger will.

He had spoken as if he knew that exact reservation on your mind — the sheer unfairness of having a platter served up to gorge yourself sick on, when so many others... So many others had nothing.

Eat. Azriel had murmured, turning for the door. He had paused just like he had on that first ever night, one scarred hand on the door. Please.

A particularly loud whirl of the Mother's Kiss outside shakes you from the memory.

You blink hard. Your wings twitch and curl in even closer as you realise you've been looking at the door. Looking at where he had stood all those nights ago.

That conversation had been in the first week of knowing Azriel. Back when you were still so wary it was impossible to not raise your hackles when he came knocking at your door, no matter how friendly he had seemed. Friendly, but not harmless you knew.

It took time to stop being constantly on guard around him. But if your lack of trust and general frostiness bothered Azriel, he never let you know.

And now... now you've known him for nearly a month.

A month of routine with him in it. With sparring in the morning, tiring yet rewarding drills beneath the winter sun, and quiet conversations in the evenings, his hazel eyes competing with the crackling fire with how they set your heart ablaze. A month of companionship.

A month, the first month in years, not spent entirely alone.

In the cool night air, knees pulled to your chest, something tugs at your throat at the knowledge he won't be back in the morning.

Last night, after an evening spent in comfortable company where you finally heard him laugh for the first time ever and nearly melted at the sound, he had told you he would be returning to Velaris.

Temporarily, he added on hastily at the flash of surprise in your eyes.

Business with the High Lord. Reports and assessments to deliver. I's to dot and t's to cross.

He assured you he would be back in a day or two, certainly no more than three. He had left ample food and generous tonic ingredients, with all the assurances to continue practicing during the evening.

With no Azriel, you had no reason to avoid training with the rest of camp.

Maybe that was why this particular nightmare had plagued you tonight. Something curdled up in your gut at the thought of returning to your old routine— another part relishes in how you will get to stand your ground as a better, hardier warrior now. To prove yourself worthy of the specialty training you were receiving.

You huff out a small sigh in the dark.

There's no telling what time it is. You force yourself to sit back, easing back into your bed gently til you're lying back under the makeshift duvet you have. It's moth-eaten and seen better days. You snuggle beneath it anyway.

It's been a long time since you've missed anyone, you think forlornly.

The thought surprises you. Staring at the ceiling, your brows furrow and you close your eyes but the truth of it rings clear throughout your very being. Undeniable.

The Shadowsinger has somehow wiggled into your life, burrowed into your routine and has begun to mean something to you. And when he's gone, you... miss him.

Your eyes flash back open, glaring up at the ceiling, and you huff as if that will change that fact.

Rolling over, you pull the duvet in closer, your arms tucking into your chest snugly. Your bed is a bit too small for someone with wings and they ache because of it. Sleep trickles back into your system, dragging your lids down.

As you fall into sleep, some part of you realises, faintly, that you haven't had anyone to miss in a long, long, time.

This time when you dream, it’s of hazel eyes.

[NEXT PART: FRIENDS]

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#i hope that even tho there's no interactions this chapter u still enjoy it!!! well there is but they're all in the past #just think.... at some point all this horrible backstory... is gonna have to come out #im vibrating in my seat thinking about writing the scene where he figures it out #GAWSH im so excited for it!!#azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel shadowsinger #azriel shadowsinger x reader #azriel shadowsinger x you #azriel acotar #azriel fic #azriel fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #acotar #azriel fanfic

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pepperpixel · 4 months

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CHURCH GIRLS RIP AND TEAR!!!

Have a big page of pastry cookie fuckin snapping!!! Cuz… I got reminded that I very much like this cookie and her mental turmoils… so I wanted to draw her,

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #pastry cookie #red velvet cookie #crk pastry cookie #pastry cookie run #doodles #blood #sRRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO POST OVER HERE #tumblr mobile literally just. refused to work. at all #im posting this from my new fuckin tablet that i got for christmas cuz that shit STILL is not working #great timing on having that happen right as i get a new device tho... thats. convenient at least ghgh #anyway yea... have some art of pastry goin cookoo for cocoa puffs ghgh #i hope u enjoy it!

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n0bluev · 2 months

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(eyes only 4 u)

EDIT: HI IM IRRATIONALLY ANGRY AT THIS DRAWING HAVE SOME COLOUR BLORBSIFICATIONS

#crunchy ah (slightly edited for my sanity) screenshot i took from the procreate timelapse #its so different to the 'final product [linked in “+”]' cuz i kinda ended up scratching the whole thing and sketching on top at the end lol #the process of drawing this was PAINFUL (was fighting for dear life against art block at the time)#but while checking the (painful. awful.) timelapse i kinda went 'hm. the eye kinda popped right tho...'#so i took that and went beep boop to fix it just a bit and im posting this too enjoy #呪術廻戦 #五条悟 #gojo satoru #jjk #jjk fanart #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanart #satosugu #gojo fanart #gojo satoru fanart #gojo #stsg #and yeah. i was messing with artstyles (and failing and crying-) and still am so... uh hope u like the art and that you can see details tha #make my art mine even when i cant rly see or appreciate it myself lol #that being said art is bound to improve and evolve with time and life so im not too worried ^^ (artblock still sucks tho hah)#+ the glasses are crooked / in a wrong angle and I KNEW THIS WHILE DRAWING BUT WAS TOO DARN LAZY + ratio (YEAH! RATIO!!)

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5piecechickendinner · 1 year

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i would lov to see some engineer/pyro one day;; its oki if not of course!! i luvs your art <3

pyro deserves some love !!!!!

#engineer tf2 #pyro tf2 #texas toast #team fortress two #its been a while hope u like it!! i enjoyed drawing this. am still working on the others. its a very stressful time in my life rn tho.#so pls no more requests for the time being! i still have a few to complete #art #anonymous #asks

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sheepydwagondraws · 1 year

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"You must embrace that as a part of yourself and continue to live positively."

(Anime comparison pic + rambles under the cut)

Rewatched all of s1 and s2 Mob Psycho 100 so I could watch s3 as it aired and naturally the brainrot seeped in LMAO

Formulated a whole mp100 x Deltarune crossover in my mind,, will definitely be posting more art of it, but rendering my beloathed </3

This drawing of human Spamton tho... my babygirl, my malewife, my ideal gender presentation

Also I feel like I shouldn't have to say this but just in case: spamton/kris and reigen/mob shippers will be blocked on sight yall are not welcome here gtfo

#I love him sm u dont understand #and i think the themes of mp100 work rlly well with DR too #i tend to do crossover stuff when i get invested in multiple fandoms at once lmao #aaanyway hope yall enjoy #deltarune #spamton #kris dreemurr #human spamton #krispsycho100 #<tag for this crossover au #stanley my beloved #<tag for human spamton on my blog #Sheepy post #i dont wanna put this on my main mob tag with the ending tonight #still trying to figure out how to tag stuff here for traction tho

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whack-patty · 4 months

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Reporter asked if they were an ****item*****

#TOOK AN HOUR BREAK OFF HW BC THE ANIMATION ITCH WAS STRONG AND THIS CRACKSHIP IS SO FUNNY TO ME #EVERYONES TAGS ABT THESE GUYS HAVE BEEN MAKING ME LOSE IT #SLAY SHIPPING #?????#C R Y IN G #I STILL DUNNO HOW TUMBLR ETTIQUITE QORKS SO IDK HOW TO RESPOND TO EVERYO E BUT I HOPE Y ALL KNOW #I SEE EVERYTHING AND I THINK YOURE FUNNY AS FRICK #ANYWAY ENJOY THIS #ok ok genuine thoughts abt them tho #clay is still recovering but i think. as he gets better over time his old sense of humor returns #and he can be a little more lighthearted in the same way i #an ace person #can flirt stupidly with my other ace friends #bc i know They know its a joke and we all respect each others boundaries in the process and know it Wont get taken too far #but the joke still is there #u feel #does that make any sense #anyway clay is one of the 2 ppl in the world who have ever seen simon crack a joke #and nobody will ever believe clay ever #the other person is a sweet lady named cass #not even ethan has seen it and she cant tell is clay is lying or not when he INSISTS simon has some of the best comedic timing ever #THEM. GRIPS THEN #I GOT SO ATTACHED TO THIS THROWAWAY CROSSOVER GOSH D A N G IT #earth day/sing #clay calloway #simon hardy #my animations lol #my art lol #animation #please read An Item like tulip from storks btw

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shipverse · 2 years

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[Superior Iron Man era AU]

"You've been asleep, Rogers."

"For how long"

Headcanon-ing it as good end fixed!SIMtony AU.. despite the sinister looking first meeting (mind the lighting, Tony😂). Because aside from some tasty initial misunderstandings, I don't really want them to fight anymore, canon already has.. too much!👐)

Steve making a break for it once Tony's back is turned though (just like he did in the movie after waking😂), and Steve getting out there to hear the news about the havoc the depraved Iron Man's caused (before the current fixed!Tony could give him an update on the situation and recruit him), misunderstandings ensue.😎

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lavenoon · 1 year

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Woke from a nightmare n decided to check Tumblr before passing out again. I saw you mentioned wanting more Eclipse Asks 👀

Please please please tell us more about the boy :0 I would love to know more about that tall fidgeting mess of a man!

Okie now I go pass out again, cyaaaa o/ 💤

@naffeclipse

I have been enabled.

Eclipse, in short, is a mess. He copes well enough, but his insecurities have been there from the beginning - they were predestined, with how he came to be.

Sun and Moon used to have a shared mode, before they decided it would be better for their sanity to just let the other do his thing and remain in rest mode. It was a blend of their AIs, making verbal communication unnecessary. Immediate understanding and combined planning skills, it did help them out of a few pickles (though they didn't get into too many, before this job).

And technically, they can still enter that mode.

They don't, because continued use of that "Eclipse" mode, with that blend of AIs where not even their system could differentiate where one ends and one begins, caused their AI to split into three one time.

Eclipse came into existence, trapped within a mind that wasn't his own, a miracle in a way, but received with shock and hostility. Neither of them expected him, least of all he himself!

That's why he's so curious, with that insatiable thirst for knowledge. If he's possible, what else might be? What else might be out there, ready to be found? Ready to be created?

But of course, there's the insecurity. The terrible need to compete with his brothers to prove himself vs the endless fear of falling short compared to them, again and again. He got them their job but what they do he'll never be good at, he's the taller one with more limbs but his battery is spotty at best, barely keeping him together well enough. They didn't want him in their head, and he didn't want to be in their head, and they got him a rush-job of a body (that I'll get to, too). They're all happy with the separation, but none of them were happy with the need for one.

Even if everyone wants him to have his own body, it's hard not to feel rejected, hard not to feel unwanted. The lingering tension remains even after the separation, and only exacerbates the problem. They don't want him, even when he's his own person. They pushed him out, because he'll never be good enough for them. They're all he has, and he is so so scared of them never accepting him. Maybe they just tolerate him, because they feel responsible - but would they choose him, if they ever had the option? Between his existence and non-existence, which one would they opt for? He's scared to ask.

It's tense, this relationship with his brothers. He pretends to be unaffected, like any younger sibling may pretend the approval of their older, cooler siblings may not matter. But he craves it so much. He wants to be wanted, wants to be accepted, wants to be loved - who doesn't?

Sun and Moon don't hate him. They're not quite sure, at first, but he is their little (annoying) brother. They care for him, want him to be safe, and when push comes to shove, they'd help him out no question. "No you can't wear my shirt but I'll help you hide a body" sibling dynamic.

There's also some guilt, at first - he wasn't meant to exist, and his AI was a strange mix of theirs and his few own experiences. Faulty, some might say, not fully developed. But he's doing fine these days, if a little clueless about social cues and a bit too happy to set things on fire, so the guilt really disappeared. It's better for Eclipse, too - he really hated being pitied for existing.

It gets a bit better when they live apart, because they don't serve as constant reminders for each other. Eclipse still has his brothers with him - the necklace I drew him with was not a coincidence, even if he claims that "a combined Sun and Moon pendant just means Eclipse. It's a me necklace".

Still makes sure they're okay, developing gloves for them that give them that extra grip during parkour, and making sure all his little gadgets make it to them. (And if they get some confidential blueprints in the mail for their own little workshop, well, he always was loose-lipped for someone without lips) (He needs them to be okay. This is how he can make sure - and if they build his designs, well, that's approval, too, right?)

Sun and Moon also are still there for him. They play up the annoyance sometimes, but they do care for him.

Especially considering that well, his "health" issues are kind of their fault. The body was a rush job - he has "narcolepsy", or rather the animatronic equivalent. The lower his battery goes, the higher the chance that his system will recognize it as dangerously low, and push him into rest mode. He always makes sure to be fully charged for work, because even if the rest mode spells only take a few moments to a minute, it's risky in a lab environment to randomly pass out.

He's saving for a replacement - but it's slow going, with all the other repairs he necessitates and with all the fun things to buy in the world. He's just a bit of a hoarder, attracted by colorful and shiny things, and of course, anything he can fidget with.

Him and Y/N... They're good, really! But despite all the cues he misses, it's glaringly obvious that his brothers are very interested, so he just isn't. Not romantically, at least. He's not interested in fighting that battle, only losing to his brothers who live and work with them, so rather inserts himself into a unique role that his brothers don't already fill. But they like him, they accept him, and at times even seek him out - first about inventions and gadgets, then about funny stories (dirt) about Sun and Moon, and then just to chat sometimes. It reassures him that even with them in the picture, he's not out of it, partly due to their own efforts to include him

They're all four a family, with time. Having Y/N in the mix lightens the mood, and keeps them all from constantly thinking about all what was, and instead enjoy the moment, or even plan for the future.

With Moon being the only one who doesn't lie about scars, any family reunions are hell for him while he's out - because Eclipse and Y/N are just inventing crazier and crazier stories, that somehow are totally unrelated to the real cause of the scars they sport, "For the bit, Moon, it's for the bit" "He wouldn't get it, don't try" "Can't appreciate a good story. He's still mad I got creative before". By then it's not even like they try to convince anyone, they just think of it like a creative exercise!

Sun and Moon may act a little annoyed that Eclipse and Y/N get along so well, but they realize quickly that their brother isn't interested in their little rival like that, and then it's just... A relief. The two people in their life they can't imagine living without get along, why would they complain? They may enable each other, and someone should keep an eye on where the fire extinguisher is, but they're glad things are looking up for their little family, at last

And they'll all be okay, with time <3

#answer let luce #zelda7999 #brain short-circuiting about my tagging system for a moment.#ribbons-halos #naffeclipse #there. bases covered GFHDJS #accidentally undercover #hi him the boy #somehow this au has helped me just really understand my eclipse in general #he wants to be wanted. wants to be someone's first choice #hence why he may befriend Y/N and tease his brothers about them spending time with *him*#but never; NEVER try to take his brothers spot in their life #do give him smooches tho he'd love that #affection starved boy #i love him #this still isn't *everything* but everything that fit the tone of this one #there's gonna be more thoughts in an hour anyway probably I know me #but 8pm. long day. this ramble is over #hope u enjoy <3

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❛ ah, well ... would you look at that. ❜ he'd like to pretend this wasn't in his agenda the moment in which he invited to help walk her home, but even nicola cannot hide the knowing smile in which spreads across his features the moment in which his gaze lands upon the plant that has rested upon his mind all evening. the mistletoe stands particularly striking against the warmth of the café behind it, various patrons and workers rather distracted with their own lives to take note of the falzone's second in command cheerfully guiding the woman by his side with the firm grip of his hand to where it lay exposed for all to see. ❛ you know, i was starting to believe there was some sort of shortage. after dante had insisted we didn't buy any and the streets had looked rather sparse of their stock, it was beginning to appear rather dire for the future of any mistletoe related mishaps for the rest of my life ... ❜

it's a fraction of silence before the blonde inches a little closer, a glance spared towards the still busy crowd until it's drawn back towards the surprise of her gaze in turn. it's a unique one, truly, to be spared privy on it and even that in itself causes him to pause for another second, far too amused to simply stop and stare at her expression without a push into worrying too much. truthfully, a part of him would wish for everyone else to not have an opportunity to see it, but he knows better than to wish that, truly more amused at the idea of showing them who caused it in the first place. a juxtaposition to the gentleness in which he wraps an arm around her waist. ❛ so it's pretty fair if i request to indulge in such a thing for a moment, am i right? ❜

when only met with silence, the young second in command leans down to press a kiss to his companions lips, fingers curling ever so gently against her brown locks with an understanding ease, it's clear hes smiling, a little giddy with her lips pressed to his own and it sticks even once he pulls away, a truly pleased expression for a man who might be tempted to push for it again, enamoured with the sensation despite it still being new for them both all the same. / nicollaa <333

unprompted, always accepting ! @dangaer ♡

to celebrate the holidays like this was a first for kishinami hakuno. hardly anything noteworthy to recall from the previous years / those bleak and empty years all blurring together, there was no reason to celebrate the festivities when there was no one to celebrate it with. such a solitary existence, not knowing of any familial ties nor having any meaningful bonds with anyone, she was bound to be alone.

this year was different, however, because he is here.

to make the acquaintance of the underboss of the faizone would be a fearsome thought to most, and hakuno couldn't say that she was without her own concerns — hard to comprehend nicola francesca, the charismatic man with the perfect / crafted smile, but the time they've spent together was always enjoyable. today, too. walking together, sightseeing together, eating together. such mundane things became something so precious, and the hours slipped away before she knew it. a view of the moon overhead tugs the corners of her lips downwards ever - so - slightly, its presence a reminder that it's getting late, and that they'd be going their separate ways soon.

so the offer to walk her home was a pleasant surprise, though not one she could accept so easily. ❛ you don't have to. ❜ courteous, yet perhaps a bit too blunt in its wording. aware that the routes to their respective destinations diverged at this point, it would be a hassle to have him go out of his way like that, and for what ? though she couldn't deny a ... curious feeling at the offer, even moreso when her response was met with insistance on ensuring her safe travel back. hakuno still didn't think such a thing was necessary, but if it could give him some peace of mind then ... she supposed there was no reason to refuse. ❛ then, sorry for the trouble. ❜ she ought to be more apologetic when saying this, she realized that in the back of her mind, but truthfully, she hadn't been exactly keen on turning him down in the first place.

it was selfish of her, she realized, but she wanted cherish this— his kindness, and the opportunity to be with him for just a little while longer.

leaving behind the chatter from the café, click of her heels come to a halt in line with his own footsteps, followed with a slow blink when realizing that they'd themselves under a certain plant. having no particular feelings on tradition herself, she was more curious to see how nicola would react, though his response ended up taking her aback. ( it doesn't show on her face, however, and hakuno recovers rather swiftly ) ❛ saying it like that makes it sound like you were hoping for something to happen ... ❜ an observation, mostly, but there's the barest teasing lilt to silvery voice as she muses this. peering at him from the corner of caramel eyes, they widen slightly at the knowing look on his face.

what a surprise. the words had been a jest, and she hadn't expected for it to carry any hint of truth in it. did he really want to ... ? the blatant inquiry made it abundantly clear, but such a thing was still hard to believe. ❛ e - eh .. ? ❜ the sound comes out as a small squeak, barely audible, but leaving lips parted in a small gape afterwards. when his gaze turned to the distant crowd to ensure privacy for the two, she found her eyes unable to leave him, cheeks warm despite the chilly breeze that swept past them. stunned at the thumping in her chest as her vision remained on him, a hand would place itself over the area, as if to verify the actions of that organ. her heart really was racing, and— ah, irony. she knew just what it was a mistletoe implied, but wouldn't dare to ask, never one to indulge in her own wants or needs. if he were to ask, however, then it'd be acceptable — because hakuno is a giver, dutifully fulfilling that which was asked of her.

though a request of a kiss is ... much too personal. as generous as kishinami hakuno is, such requests were ones she'd typically reject, for she is quite the romantic deep down, holding the belief that such intimate acts should be reserved for someone special.

—so maybe that's why ... the thoughts trail off at the feel of his hand on her waist, and she is still without the proper words to say, but actions would speak volumes where speech failed. dark lashes fluttering close, head cranes upwards to accept the kiss. there's a gleeful skip of her heart when their lips met at last, a soft hum sounding from the back of her throat. every touch, every feeling brought on from this moment is unfamiliar, but it is far from unpleasant. the smile on his lips is felt — cute — and while her inexpressive self can't so easily mimic it, the sentiment behind it is reciprocated with a subtle shift to deepen the kiss.

there's another sound as he pulls away, a small whine. head canting with a sigh, brown locks spill over small shoulders, stray strands obscuring full view of flushed cheeks. rosy lips remain slightly pursed, pouting a little, a faint disappointment over wanting it to last longer. a feeling that melts away easily at the sight of his pleased face.

... he's much prettier up close, she notes idly. having someone, having him, in such close proximity was yet another new experience for the maiden who was usually so distant, viewed as a flower blooming on a high peak / someone so out of reach. it surprises even herself when she finds her arms wrapped around his form, an action to keep the two of them remaining close like this.

dainty hand tentatively reaches out to carress the side of his face with a delicate touch, half - lidded eyes peer up at him, mirth in that gentle gaze. a moment's indulgence, is what this may have been, but it had felt much more intimate than that. they'd come this far ... why stop now ? that smile still hasn't left his face ... a smile that seemed more genuine than usual, or was she still in a daze from that kiss ? ( what a nice sight it is, though. ) despite giving ample time to, he doesn't pull nor push her away when her hold tightens. could she take that as a good sign .. ?

a beat, and voice comes out as a whisper between what little space lay between them. ❛ another, please. ❜

#dangaer #&&. message #q.#sCREAAAMS FOR A MILLION YEARSSS BC /AAAAAAAA/ J.UPITER THIS IS SO FRIKKIN CUTE?????#AM GASPING CHOKING SCREECHING INTO MY PILLOW KICKING MY LEGS AS I READ N REPLY 2 DIS AMG-#TYSM 4 DA ASK..!! 😳🥺🥺🫶💖💗💓💕❤️#i am still clutching my chest over this N.ICOLA AND H.AKUNO CAFÉ DATE HELLO??? 😳😳✨️✨️ it's so perfect 4 her sweet tooth....#pls let them enjoy all sorts of sweets n treats n drinks 🥹💕 ITS WHAT THEY DESERVE.!! 😤❤️#alsooo i took some creative liberties here; i hope u don't mind 😳✨️#HIM WALKING HER HOME IS JST SO FRIKKIN CUTE OKOK 😭💞💓 h.akuno's a binch tho she doesn't care abt herself (f) BUT YES #PLS LOOK OUT FOR HER N.ICOLA... 🥺🥹🙏#also also the 😐 to 😳 h.akuno pipeline is real and indeed vv rare bUT ALSO SHES SO TERRIBLE WITH HER FEELINGS SO . IM SORRY FOR HER AGFKKDH #AND ALSO SORRY FOR THE WALL OF TEXT SGCKSHFMSLF I HAVE;;; A LOT OF THOUGHTS (i wuv them..... a whole lot... 🥺😭😭✌️✌️💖💖)

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