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#platonic love short story

colourstreakgryffin · 10 months

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Ok I have a request for muichiro again!! So like, Platonic!muichiro helping dokusha confess to their crush? Maybe?

Ok drink water please and that's all for now, I have like two other ideas tho, I'll send later

Okaaaay! This is interesting, for sure! Let’s doooo it! Mui would make the best BFF tbh. At least to me!

Platonic/Best Friend! Tokito Muichiro

You sighed deeply under your breath, clutching the bento box you were previously eating out of as your dear closest friend, the Mist Hashira Tokito Muichiro sat besides you, fishing through his own box mindlessly, he hadn’t decided what to pick out first yet after ten whole minutes

“It’s just— Mui—” You slightly whine out, making Muichiro lean his head up. He always responded to his name, it was like a cheat code to get him to pay attention to you. Though, he’d always pay attention to you even if you hadn’t said his name as he was listening to every single noise you made carefully. Just to make sure he doesn’t miss something important

“Yes. What is it, Dokusha?” Muichiro asks politely and calmly, his voice so smooth and quiet, you were surprised he was hearable. You cling to his free hand and blushed at the many thoughts racing through your head. Your crush, the newest Hashira after you, was sitting a few feet away from where you and Muichiro sat to have lunch.

Eating away at his bento box with a bland expression and slight chomps on each salmon piece, he seemed a bit annoyed that he wasn’t in battle at the moment. You were thankful he wasn’t as you had grown to really really like him! Though, you didn’t have the gut to confess to him on your own

You needed your best friend’s help to better your chances of winning over his heart. Luckily, Muichiro is always with you, no matter what. If he’s not destroying demons, he’s flaunting in your presence like you’re the royalty of Japan. The best way to find that young elusive Hashira is to look for you as he’ll always be nearby, if not right next to you

You gently tap on Muichiro’s shoulder when you realise your staring is a bit creepy and turn back to him. He places down his bento box and shifts around to face you properly, his ordinarily cloudy mint green eyes completely clear and somewhat vibrant as he tilts his head in curiosity over what you have to say

“What’s on your mind, Dokusha? How can I help?” Muichiro asks, once again, with a unchanging attitude as you accidentally didn’t answer his first questions. You cling on his muscular bicep and place your cheek on his shoulder with rosy red cheeks as you gently whisper out

“I… I really wanna ask him out…” You thought you merely said it to yourself but no, Muichiro definitely heard you, probably clear as day and you knew so since his shoulder twitched in instinct to it. He smiled gently above you, patting your hair in hopes to comfort your rapidly beating nervous heart

“I’m not good with romance at all, Dokusha… obviously. But I’d suggest, just tell him how you feel, why you feel it and don’t be afraid to let your feelings out. If he doesn’t consider you or shoos you away so cruelly, he’s not worth your time” Muichiro almost went into a passionate rant but he stopped himself in favour of waiting for your response as he knew you needed him to build up the confidence, how else would you have done it without your amazing best friend right by you

“C-can I really do it?” You ask drenched in anxiety and overflowed with fantasies over how it’ll go, looking inbetween your lonesome crush and the gently grinning Muichiro as you lifted yourself off him but that didn’t stop him from petting through your hair still. He was trying to keep you calm as much as he could

His affectionate touch definitely worked on the most part as you felt your blood pressure low down very quickly. He stood up, with both of your hands cupped in his as you quickly followed him up. His head gestured at the Hashira in mind as you panic, he was collecting his bearings to get up and potentially leave

“Go, Dokusha. I’m cheering you on from the back. Hurry, before he goes” Muichiro remarks in a newly cheerful tone, swinging his hands off yours and onto your back to push you forward. Your face was beet red, heart beating so fast and legs feeling like jelly as you begin jogging towards him, feeling Muichiro’s supportive gaze trained on you

All you could do was try and use Muichiro’s suggestion. It’ll be okay

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #anime and manga #kny imagines #kny hashira #platonic love #short story #tokito muichiro #muichiro tokito #best friend Muichiro #mist hashira #wingman Muichiro #platonic love short story

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minty-drop · 1 month

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“Collector! Hey buddy, you ok?”

“Collector?”

Colourful stars, sparking with shine scattered across the walls. Searching, looking and digging there corners into the slits between the ivory. Worry swallowed the collector whole, nagging into his gut like a piercing blade.

“King!”

The star child shouted, turning to face the canine like creature, a titan who’s yet to fully grow, something they both had in common.

“I can’t find them. I don’t want to play this game anymore!”

He didn’t like how long this was taking, they were impatient, and did not like loosing games. But at this moment, he didn’t care if he lost.

He just wanted his ‘parent’ beside them again.

“M-maybe there back in our room? They could have switch spots”

“That’s cheating!!”

Rattling the walls like a earthquake, the force of the shout bouncing off the wall.

But he was right? Maybe they did go back?

Swiftly the child’s hand waved across, a motion to quick for the titan to catch before he as-well was thrown on top of its flat surface, the hum buzzing from the star present with the patter of feet next to him.

A game of hide n seek, a classic, a game where one would seek and the other would hide. A simple yet challenging game of who can stay hidden until the end.

And you were quite good at it.

It felt like hours ago you had watch the collectors feet drop off the bed, the counting of numbers stoping that erupted into giggles. The collector was good at hide n seek, and from what you’ve seen, was very good to the point you could only assume he had found king in under afew minutes when the star child had began to run around with an extra pair of feet right next to him.

They teamed up on you. Little sneakers…..

But at this point you didn’t really care, you were having fun with the children who you were to constantly accompany in every waking minute, sure it was tiring but it was fun. And in these moment you got to see them interact, giggling and planing there next ideas that were childish yet entertaining to hear. It was perfectly normal because after all,they were children. Maybes it’s because you were no longer a small child, the childish nature still living in you but as time passed by, you have matured by much and by the time you had met king and later met the collector through the events of the eclipse, you had began to become much like the parental figure of the group. You missed the others, and you wanted them here with you, for the collector to see what he is doing is wrong, but there was only so much you could do. The kid was young with immense power, but as time went on, you’ve come to see them as a young child you could look after and maybe then, all of you would be able to thrive.

But who am I kidding, nothing like that is easy to get.

You first heard the hum of the star like transportation, then the mumbling of the two children. The collectors feet hopped off the star along with the fluffy paws of king. From all you could see, the collector made his way to the bed you were currently under, inspecting the tossed blankets that you made previously made to look like someone was underneath the warm fabric. It was a risky move.

But his ankles were just in reach of your hands.

With a small snicker, you reached out and snatched onto the small godlike child’s ankles, causing the said child to jump up in surprise, hoping all the way over to the other side of the room like a scarred bunny.

“WHAT IS THAT WHAT IS THAT KINGGGGG”

“I DONT KNOW WHAT WAS THAT”

Curiously the collector had slowly walked back over to the bed, creeping up before lifting the whole bed up with his hand effortlessly.Laying there defenceless you could only do one thing.

“SURPRISE???”

Waving your hands like a mad man.

It took the collector a minute before he began to laugh, flying up in the air up and around before landing back down on the soft carpet.

“OHHH THAT WAS SO FUN. WE SHOULD PLAY THAT SO MANY MORE TIME! 1000 MORE TIMES!!!”

You chuckled.

“Anytime collector”

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akiraiscute · 5 months

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Steven Universe X Reader

Platonic relationship between Steven and Reader<33

Steven Universe(not future) X Gem!Sister!Reader

Steven looked at garnet a bit pleadingly as he wanted to go on the mission with them! You looked over at steven and sighed before giggling and doing the same, even if you were allowed to go as You couldn’t get hurt badly like Steven could. Maybe yes you could off scratch your gem, you could off poofed. But you can come back, unlike steven.. he.. can’t. And you still wonder how did he find you as a sister when you both look nothing alike, maybe it’s because you look more human than the rest of the gems? You just don’t know but now greg is getting used to calling you daughter or something! It’s embarrassing.. Garnet’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“As along as you both don’t get hurt.”

Garnet said as steven cheered, you were absolutely shocked before smiling and nodded along as Steven jumped up and down. Steven quickly turned to you, grabbing your hand gently and pulling you up the stairs to his room saying.

“You’re gonna help me pack!!”

“Oh.. Alright?..”

You sat down on his bed, Steven taught you all the words or really, putting on what Greg told him to you four. As steven takes out his burger backpack you remembered what to bring really but don’t remember where the other three put it.. They probably have it so you didn’t have to worry, you watched steven pack food, a weird yellow thing that was big and like a square but didn’t question it as he kept showing you each thing he was gonna bring. You nodded a bunch of times, well you and the gems didn’t need food but steven did.. it was weird but Amethyst got into it quickly since you been with the Crystal gems. Which was awhile as you were there since Steven was just a baby and knew about rose, met her only once and thats when she introduced you to the Crystal gems. She was mainly interested about how you were the first gem she found on the planet earth, in reality.. you were left here in the war, getting poofed and stayed like that until everything was over, you yourself was shocked that you survived.

You turned around, before standing up. Steven was running downstairs to create his own sandwiches, he always said they were good but you couldn’t even find it in you to try out them at all, You walked downstairs lile steven did but you were trying to be completely clearful as well so you couldn’t fall at all.

“Ima go check on the gems!”

You said before going into the homeroom for your gem and trying to find the basement, you already know that they are probably talking about this in garnet’s room. Sorta forgetting that you had to go through the heart of the gems room to get to hers, you gotten through everything as the gems were there, pearl yelling about how dangerous this is for steven while Amethyst saying that it’s probably alright for him. As Garnet was in the middle, sighing.

“He shouldn’t be allowed! This is probably more dangerous than any of our missions Garnet!”

“He has learnt his weapon! He’s alright pearl!”

Garnet hasnt said anything as the both of them went on and on until you spoke up.

“It is dangerous but he just now has been getting into his gem powers and he is excited to do this, he should be allowed so. Im going for Amethyst’s side for this one.”

Saying that they both looked at you, Amethyst smiling as pearl groaned. Yes she cared about steven but it was like she was a mother hen..

“Saying that, He’s allowed as along as he follows us.”

Garnet said, You smiled up at her before cheering a bit as Amethyst did a little "Yes!" Pearl sighed knowing that she couldn’t say much, you were glad your broth-.. yea.. brother was allowed to come with you, you hoped as that.. There was gonna be more to come.

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AAA, i had to cut this short because god yall, it’s a have been waiting for this one!! But anyways, 4 more stuff to go<33 lets go!!! This is gonna be fun, totally. Thank you all for waiting<3 now ahem!! Happy new years!! Soon to be my birthday as well, 8 or so more days!!

— Akira.. Akira… Logging.. Logging of.. Off!

#akiraiscute #akira’s short stories #x reader #<3 #steven universe #steven universe x reader #platonic #platonic love #sister #and brother

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burning0leaf · 4 days

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A short story, written by me :)

All those summer days

Every day, she goes back in time when everything seemed so fine, peaceful, and bright. She kept turning back to those days when she used to spend her time with no other, but the girl she believed was an energy-depleted star who had fallen to the ground and turned into a human. She keeps living in those memories all day and night. She keeps remembering every second they spent together, every time she touched her face with her gentle hand, every time they did each other's hair, every time they went for a walk in the woods and ended up lost on purpose. Now, she lives in misery, in her small world, a prison of her memories.

Idalia's grandparents lived in a small village in northern Italy, their house was very welcoming, with a small yard, a chicken coop and a few vegetable beds that her grandmother enjoyed growing.

Idalia was 15 then and she would have preferred to spend the summer in the big city, to go out every day with her friends, but her mother and father had decided to leave her all summer with her grandparents, which in the end didn't turn out that awful at all.

Not far away in the same village, there was a large house, rather a mansion surrounded by a high fence made of dark metal.

As the hot summer days were passing Idalia still had nothing very appealing to do, she was helping with the house and the garden, she enjoyed going to the market and playing with some street dogs, but soon the days started becoming all the same. Once, when she was going home after buying milk and a newspaper for her grandfather, she saw an expensive-looking car stopping in front of the estate. The girl didn't see much, but she could tell that someone was entering the house. Of course, she got very curious but decided that she shouldn't stare for too long and continued strolling.

The following day Idalia went to the market for nothing in particular, just for a walk. It was a very breezy, but sunny day, the wind was blowing and her big, messy hair got on her face and stopped her from seeing where she was stepping. When she managed to put it in a ponytail she felt that she crashed into someone and fell to the ground. Idalia looked up, and the first thing she saw were the piercing cold grey eyes on the face in front of her.

"Watch your way!" a girl half-shouted as she turned her back and continued walking. Idalia quickly got up and she ran to her.

"Do you live here?" she asked, putting a tiny lock of hair behind her ear.

"How do you think, it's a very small hamlet, it's not near a big road so there are certainly no tourists who stop to rest and continue their way." She replied rudely, pulling several letters from her bag, which she was carrying on one shoulder.

"Okayy, I am Idalia by the way, do you-?"

"I live in the house with the big garden." The girl announced as she entered the post office and let the door slam behind her.

She didn't even introduce herself. Idalia thought, but it didn't matter a lot, because she finally found someone to spend her summertime with.

Now, sometimes when she sits next to the dirty window and looks at a photo of the two of them, her eyes are filled with tears, memories come to her mind, images of Elara's smile. She remembers in detail the day after their meeting in the centre of the village. The next time, the two went for a walk in the woods. They barely spoke, but it was a good time to look at the other girl.

She has always thought that Elara was the most beautiful girl she has ever seen. She had clear, pale like the moon skin and black wavy long hair. She was very tall and lean. She had high cheekbones, small lips, perfect teeth and a straight, slightly large nose, giving a supreme look, like a Greek goddess. But her eyes will always remain the most amazing thing. Their irises were dark grey and sometimes a little blue in a certain light. She didn't usually express much emotion, but sometimes the glow in her eyes surely betrayed her.

In the beginning, they were just walking through the fields or going together to the centre, but as time was passing, they became a little closer. They began to visit each other. How many afternoons had they sat on the terrace of Idalia's grandparents' house, eating pastries with oatmeal and apples, which her grandma was making with great joy. But of course, the hours at Elara's house were very different. The mansion had countless rooms, most of them unused.

It belonged to Elara's aunt. Strict, rigorous, a woman who always wanted everything to be neat and precise. The library in the house was remarkable. It had amazing painted ceilings, shelves from old dark wood. Three of the walls were full of books, and the fourth was a French window, with two writing tables in the middle with pretty details at the edges. Elara loved to read, Idalia was left with the impression that she read all kinds of books and there was no title she had not heard of. She was also very fascinated that the girl was sending letters instead of just calling on the phone. Мany rainy afternoons, when Idalia was reading something, while sitting in a big armchair, she had watched the other girl spending hours writing a letter with dark blood-red ink.

Every time, after the end of the summer, the two of them left the village, they never met during the year, but they were writing letters to each other. At first, Idalia tried so hard to dissuade the other, explaining that phone messages would be a much easier way to communicate. But as in many other arguments, they decided to do what Elara suggested.

Now in the room, under the bed, Idalia has a large dusty box from old shoes, full of letters from Elara. Over the years, they had written to each other every week, telling one another everything, or at least Idalia thought so. Elara never forgot to put a herbarium flower in every envelope, and the other girl placed a small drawing, sometimes like a tiny comic.

One very hot Saturday, the girls were sitting by the river, on a light beige picnic blanket. Elara was doing her friend's hair, making several complicated braids on the curly ginger head next to her, while the other was drawing something in her small sketchbook that she carried everywhere.

"Will you ever let me do your hair?" Idalia asked, now annoyed at how much time it was taking.

"No way, you will only mess it up!" The grey-eyed girl snapped while putting a blackberry in her mouth.

"Then at least will you tell me how much this whole thing will continue, I am getting bored and it's getting really hot, even here."

"Maybe 20 minutes more."

"What?!" Idalia shouted as she stood up quickly, grabbing her friend by the waist and carrying her by the water.

"Idalia, put me down! You are gonna ruin my dress!

"Oh come on, I am sure you have a whole room with the same white dresses." the girl said as she jumped into the deep cold water with her friend.

That afternoon they laughed a lot. At the end of the day, they got to Elara's house, changed into some dry clothes, they even lit the fireplace, because it was chilly. They spent the night on the couch, talking, eating chocolate and barely getting any sleep. Idalia always felt some sort of magic, when she was with Elara, like there was no end, like what they had would last forever. There were many days like this one. Their first summer together got to its end, each went home, only thinking and hoping for the next season, when they would meet again.

After a year or two, the girls were once again together. Idalia had learned to drive, illegally of course, and even if it was a very stupid and absurd idea they decided to steal her grandfather's car and just drive all day, with no destination. The previous day they made sure to trick the others, by telling them they were gonna sleep somewhere outside. They only got enough water and food, blankets, raincoats and some money. Idalia was wearing dark blue Bermuda shorts and a loose white linen shirt, while Elara was dressed in a wide pale green skirt, a white top and as always a lot of jewellery. The trip was very long, but not boring. While they were in the car, playing loud music, Elara was stringing various beads on a cord and when she was done, she tied the necklace around her friend's neck. A few hours later they found a not so big lake on the map and decided to go there. They parked the car and found a nice spot under the shadow of a large tree. The girls took the food bag out of the trunk, laid down the blankets, and managed to light a small fire. The sun was already setting, the sunset was in magnificent shades of pink, purple, orange, grey and blue, and the evening breeze was blowing. They grilled some vegetables and marshmallows. After a while the night sky appeared, there were no clouds and all the stars and the moon could be perfectly observed. Now the girls were lying, their hands barely touching, gazing at the wonderful view.

"I have always believed that a star has an exact time of life and when that time ends it slowly and gracefully falls to the Earth and inspires a new human's heart. Now you may ask why some people are so wicked, others sorrowful or narcissistic? Well even if we can't imagine, it's a fact that there are billions of different galaxies and in every single one, there are numberless stars. Depending on the galaxy that the star comes from, people have varied personalities. We have always been taught that the Universe is something endless and timeless, but it's up to us to decide in what way to explain how that infinite circle of life exists." Elara said, still without looking at Idalia.

"And what happens when the humans die?" the ginger girl asked.

"Stars go back to the cosmos, they leave our bodies, our souls and start a new life, that's why it's a circle," Elara answered softly.

"We are so small under the night sky, we are actually nothing, because right now we don't exist, right now we don't matter, right now there is no such thing as time and we will probably forget that feeling when we wake up tomorrow as we've never felt that, like it never happened, as we've never been here." She continued, feeling her friend's warm hand over hers, caressing it gently. Еlara looked her in the eyes, those soft hazel eyes, that she loved so much, she brushed her cheek with one hand, pulling their faces closer to each other, their foreheads now touching.

Since her best and only true friend was gone, Idalia has never dared to look at the stars again. With Elara by her side the world has started moving again, she felt alive again, even in the moments when there was no time at all, she still could feel the energy in everything around them.

But of course like the energy of the stars everything has its end. That summer Elara was 18, her aunt got sick and was no longer living in the mansion, but let the girl keep it. Now all the halls were empty, it wasn't as clean as before, the garden wasn't full with cypresses anymore. Some people would say it turned into a pretty depressing place, but not Elara. In some way she loved it, maybe she adored the idea of having a whole house only for herself, maybe she wanted to have control over the young boy, who worked as a gardener or maybe she just wanted to be alone. It was very noticeable that she had changed, she was much more carefree, she seemed to have no anxiety at all, she wasn't being rude or starting arguments and maybe she smiled more, but not in the same way she used to. Nothing wrong happened that year, but neither something very exciting. The weeks went too fast and the very last day was maybe the best.

Both girls were walking hand in hand through a vast field with very tall grasses and yellow flowers even taller. The sky was dark grey, with many giant angry clouds, thundering and flashing, and at once there was a downpour. The rain was so loud, that they could barely hear themselves and like that, now running through the flowers, clothes soaking wet, shoes covered in mud, air filled with laughs and screams they let it all out, all the stress and sadness. That's how it ended, that was the last time Idalia ever heard Elara's voice.

It was late December and there was still not a single letter in the mailbox. Idalia had written dozens of, hoping she would finally get an answer, until one day she did, but not from her friend. It was from Elara's aunt. In some pages, she has tried her best to tell what has happened. Briefly, the sentences explained how one day her niece simply disappeared with her father. The apartment was intact, almost all their belongings were left there. She also said how she tried everything so that they could be found, but with no success. Anger rushed through the girl's blood, she couldn't breathe, hot tears were streaming down her cheeks, she wanted to scream, to break something, to hit the wall until her knuckles were wounded. She could not possibly believe that this was true.

With time she got a little closer with the aunt, they even met a couple of times in some old coffee shops. The old lady decided to start believing that Elara was dead, she said "it's easier to get over it this way, maybe you should try the same". She has even made a grave for her. Those things sounded so ridiculous and unfaithful to Idalia. But maybe she should accept it. And that's how she got here. She is stuck in a moment, a memory or a nightmare, that came true.

Every day the same thing happens. She wakes up early by the sound of her alarm, gets out of bed and gets ready for another day that is nothing different than the day before. She hates every moment spent in this dusty room, she hates every thought that crossed her mind, she hates her life without her. It's somehow scary that the loss of someone can drive us, we can go mad, hurt ourselves, to have sleepless nights and empty days.

One night Idalia woke up from a horrible nightmare, with the stupid idea to go to Elara's "grave". She quickly put on a sweater and a pair of trousers and went to her car. It was somewhere in the night, but no matter what, she drove until she reached the city. She pulled out a piece of paper, where she had the street name written.

She would never believe that Elara was dead or anything like that, which only made it harder, but at least there was a place where she could go and grieve for her as most people do with their loved ones, that are not in their lives anymore, which is close to Idalia's case.

The girl put the giant jar of dry leaves that she bought from the flower shop she saw the other day, next to the grave. She laid down, feeling the wet grass on her bare feet. Looking at the stars she realized how much she missed them as well.

This wasn't a happy ending, not even close, but it was the full stop to the last sentence. Maybe now it was time to start a new chapter.

Let me know what you think!!! <3

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shallowcoffin · 5 months

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𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐈𝐓

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 4253

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Mentions of swords / beskad, implied trauma, violence / angry alpha.

𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 / 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : [Platonic] 'Alpha-17' Alpha & Kurrin [oc]

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : hurt / comfort

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : i use a lot of mando'a, though i don't know it by heart. i use this website for translations, so if there are inconsistencies or incorrect translations please let me know ! i'm certainly not perfect.

Sweat does its job, as it trickles down the nat-born human’s temple. Panting from over exhaustion as they glare deeply into the brown eyes of their trainer. Their breaths are shallow, encompassing their exhaustion. But they refuse to stop. Not until this feeling of shame buried deep in their chest, goes away.

They shout loudly coming full force towards the skilled fighter, beskad pointed directly for him. But he knows better, he’s done it many times, as his own beskad swiftly moves, harshly knocking the metal out of their hands. They plummet to the floor catching themselves in their hands, knees on the ground, as what feels like a damn bloody nose, feels ready to trickle from their nose. They breathe heavily taking in as much air as possible. They're overwhelmed by emotions, feelings and the ever itching sensation still burning inside them. The never-ending torturous feeling.

“ Again, “ They huff from the floor. Their blue eyes look up at the man, as they're still panting for breath, and start to get up from the floor. They wavered a bit, almost falling over, but instead of falling they caught themselves and went to pick up their beskad.

Their reach is stopped by the man’s beskad, the blade inches from their face. “ No, “ He says definitively. His voice is strong and unmodulated. But the human only glares at the trooper. They stare at him like this is their right and not his.

“ I said, again. “ They hiss back defiantly, attempting to push the man’s beskad away from them as they reach for their own beskad. Their beskad is fresh, with no scratches and no paint. While his is painted blue on its handle and full of small dents and scratches in the metal. Paint chipped and scratched. A sign of his wear and tear.

“ And I said no. “ He says back, his voice full of conviction, a tone he commonly uses on his cadets. A commanding of respect and acknowledgement that he is the man in charge, and is the instructor. But the nat-born human gets on their feet, hands tightly clenched into fists, eyes glaring like daggers.

“ Why not ?You said if i couldn’t handle it to say stop. I’m not done yet. “ They say, their face contorted into a scowl as they glare at the taller man. Their tone is harsh but not unyielding. Their frustration is evident, by their tone of voice and facial expression alone.

He in turn sheaths his beskad and shakes his head. “ It is 2 am, you have a shift in six hours. “ He finally replies before he picks up their beskad. He takes it blade first, holding the handle out to the human. As they go to reach for it, he pulls it back, tauntingly.

“ You need to rest little one, “ He adds, his voice soft and less commanding as the human tries to grab the handle but his arm is held to high for them to reach.

“ I know my limits, Alpha, “ They huff grunting as they try to reach the beskad by jumping, but it doesn’t help.

“ You may think you know what’s best for yourself because no one has told you otherwise. “ Alpha replies with seriousness in his tone. His words would’ve hit harder if the exhausted medic hadn’t been so tired. If they didn’t have the still burning ache in their chest, they might have heeded his words.

“ You need rest, take care of yourself. Then you can have your beskad back. “ He says, taking the beksad with him as he turns, and takes the handle, sheathing it into a second slot on his belt.

They grunt angrily and immediately rush over, and try to grab at it. He grabs their hand before they even try and looks at them, eyes narrowed down at them, brown eyes furrowed into a neutral scowl as the human struggles from his grip.

“ Just give it back ! If you’re not going to train me, I'll practice by myself. “ They hiss at him, eyes angry and face full of sweat. His grip on their hand remains, as they reach with their second hand, to which he reacts by grabbing that one too. Now with both hands mildly restrained from grabbing at the beskad they’ve peeked their frustration.

“ Ugh ! Let go !” They yell yanking on their hands. His grip isn’t tight, it's a loose hold, there is something else going on. More than just their unwillingness to rest. He knows that after the fight on Coruscant their work has been constant and tiresome. He sighs as they continue to struggle against him with huffs as they plant their feet on his foot and pull. They’re pulling hard enough to fracture their own wrists if they aren’t careful. But he still isn’t even holding them that tightly. Their exhaustion must really be bad if they can’t even manage to get free.

He grumbles to himself as he lightly pulls on their arms, causing them to stumble forward. Their face crashes into his chest with their arms trapped against his stomach as he wraps his arms around them.

“ Kurrin, “ He says calmly, his head tilted down so they can hear him, their cheek resting on his chest. He wants to say what’s on his mind, to tell them, that through the last year, he’s never considered someone so personally involved in his life. And that included his vod. So he takes a breath in their silence, even as the nat-born human still struggles against him and his grip, muttering curses and huffing their breath.

“ You are not alone. “ He speaks, slightly above a whisper. There is no one but the two of them there, but it still feels like someone might hear. They stop struggling against his tight gripped hug. Their struggle is coming to an end, but he can still feel them trembling. So he loosens his grip.

“ You are stronger than you realize. “ He continued. They want to make a fuss about it but they stay still, eyes tearing up. The silence feels deafening as they take in his words.

“ You’ve been through so much, ner ade. “ Alpha adds as his head gently cradles the back of their head, the other gently holding their upper back. His arms are thick and comforting as weight is pressed against them like a weighted blanket.

He’s been told piece by piece of their life on Coruscant, their medical schooling in particular. But there’s always been one thing they never say directly that he’s caught on to over time. They’d skip over details, mention someone, and then regret doing so. The way they flinch when people touch them, or the way they look at certain men. He’s noticed it, it’s hard to ignore.

Tears start brimming on the edge as Kurrin closes their eyes. They try not to sniffle as they wait for him to say what is left. But it is too late as tears start streaming down their cheeks. They don’t even know what ner ade means, but the way he says it is so gentle and genuine that it hurts to hear him say it. Not in a bad way. In a way, they’ve never experienced it before. A familial way of a mother comforting their child.

“ Shhhh, “ He whispers as they gently shake in his arms, crying into his chest. His sweats are much softer than the plastoid that they’re used to feeling when being embraced by a clone. A silent sob escapes them as they tremble in his endearing and gentle grasp.

They continue to cry, sniffling and sobbing into his chest while he gently holds them. The training room is echoed with quiet sobs as they try to calm down. His fingers softly rub their upper back and shoulders careful to not touch what he knows will trigger them instantly. Keeping his hands well above their waist in a gentle embrace that he can’t exactly say he’s given before.

They don’t know how long it takes for them sobbing into him to realize that they are shaking, trembling in his embrace. A position they’ve never been in with anyone before. Vulnerable, and soft. Like a turtle without it’s shell. No one has ever held them in an embrace like this. Comforted them while crying. Not even their mother.

As their sniffles calm down they shift in his embrace, thinking they want to leave he starts to let go. But instead, their pasty arms wrapped around Alpha instead, hugging him back, arms resting on his back as they calmed themselves down. Sniffles and cries turn into shaky breaths until finally, they stop.

“ Alpha ?“ They sniffle, looking up at him. His eyes open, looking down at the shaky human as their puffy blue eyes stare back at him.

“ Mm ?“ He responds with a hum, quiet and comforting. They can feel the vibrations of his chest as he does so.

“ I should probably go to bed shouldn't I ?“ They ask. This earns the Alpha Arc trooper to chuckle slightly.

“ That’s what I've been telling you, kid. “ He replies as the two let go of one another. Their hands still tremor but it is less. Even as they wiped the remaining tears from their eyes and face with their own hands.

“ Can . . . “ They trail off and look away for a moment, grabbing the side of their shoulder.

“ Can you walk me to my room ?“ They ask the Alpha Arc. His eyebrow raises. This is an odd question, one they’ve only ever asked once before. It is then that he finally catches the reason and nods a ‘yes’ before heading towards the door.

There have been many instances where medics have been caught in compromising positions with clones, most are fired but some remain. Even with the growing rumors of Kurrin and their “events” outside of the medical field, they still continued to train with Alpha after every grueling shift. Training alone is not anything wrong, though it is odd, it has never been explicitly stated they cannot. Not to mention the Kaminoans have caught them many times training, and seem to find it more amusing than inappropriate.

No, the rumors had arisen about Kurrin visiting the Alpha Arcs off-duty. Specifically in their barracks. It’s made many suspicious and they know for certain they are not supposed to be there, they are not even “allowed” unless for a medical stay. Even with the Kaminoans scolding them, they still continue. Which only adds fuel to the rumors. And it brings unwanted attention. From both clones and on occasion, medical staff.

There was an instant where an older cadet had tried to catch Kurrin’s attention, and grabbed their arm, trying to make an advance. Even with them shutting him down it was clear that ever after that event many were still wanting a grab at them. It made their skin crawl. even when the Alpha Arcs explicitly explained to the troopers and cadets that Kurrin is Medical staff and should be treated with as much respect as a general, some still continued to make advances. Some even cornered them once, causing Kurrin to have a panic attack in the middle of the hall. After that, Alpha had been asked by Kurrin if they wanted assistance and immediately Alpha obliged.

They grab their sweatshirt from the rack near the door and slip it over their head. Getting comfortable in the sweater shirt that was clearly not from the Gar. Before they leave they notice the dark wet spot left on his sweats t-shirt and they feel silently embarrassed about crying so hard into his chest.

“Sorry, “ They apologize as the two walk out the door. The Alpha arc raises his brow once again. hands behind his back as he looks to his side and down at them.

“ For what ?“ He inquired. He is puzzled as to why they are apologizing. He’s never had his cadets apologize for anything. Though he supposes this is different. They aren’t a cadet, and neither are they anything like any other relationship he’s ever had in his life.

“ For . . . for crying into your sweats. “ They say, though it’s rather quiet. The embarrassment was clear in their voice. Alpha certainly isn’t the most open, on all fronts. But he knows that what they are apologizing for is unneeded. He has more sweats and can always wash them.

“ Don’t apologize for that. Sweats are meant to get wet. That’s why they're called ‘sweats.’ “ He states as he continues his walk down the halls of Tipoca city. He can practically hear their nervous fidgets as they grip and close the ends of their sweater as they both hear apprising footsteps. They seem to get closer to Alpha as they walk, almost walking on his feet by the time they get down the hallway and at a cross-section.

As they turn right for the private barracks they see a pair of medical staff walking by and talking. No doubt on their way to eat breakfast or whatever it is medical staff do at 2 am. Alpha feels the eyes on them both as the two male medics stare at the pair and whisper before one finally speaks up, causing both pairs to stop in the middle of the hallway.

“ Well, if it isn’t my favorite Doctor. “ The male medics said, greeting the two. Alpha stares at the two men, as they both step closer. He noticed the nervous fidget Kurrin did as the two men took a step closer. They’re uncomfortable, and Alpha takes a step forward as well.

“ Did you get any sleep yet darling ?“ The man asks, his friend only rolling his eyes. The man reached a handout and touched their shoulder.

Kurrin stiffened and gave a fake smile, their face incredibly uncomfortable. “ No, n-no I haven't. I was just about to head to bed for a quick nap before my shift. “ They say nervously respond. The man’s hand trails down their arm as he steps closer. Too close for Alpha’s comfort as a low growl rises in his throat.

The man looks at Alpha but is completely unbothered. “ With, a clone ?“ He asked, heavily implying what the rumors had said about them. Alpha immediately takes another step forward, ready to throw this man across the room if need be.

“ No ! I- we- “ They stutter in an attempt to find words as they bring their hands close to their chest. The man’s hand only lowers as it replaces from their arm to their lower back, causing kurrin to flinch away immediately. However, the man’s advance was not thwarted as he kept his hands uncomfortably close. “ Come with us then, darling. We’ll show you a good time, get some food, and let you get some rest. “ He says while his arm slithers around their waist.

There is panic across Kurrin’s face, eyes almost glazing over as their breathing becomes shallow and they start heaving for breath. Their vision blurs their inability to breathe causing them to start breathing shakily and heavily like they are about to cry or faint.

Alpha wastes no time in shoving the man back and off of Kurrin in a matter of milliseconds before he can do anything else. Shoving the man away, taking in the smell of booze on the male medic. But he doesn’t care much. He grabs the man by the throat and slams him against the wall causing the man to heave for breath, as he gets the breath knocked out of him. His friend having been pushed over, falls and scrambles to get back up. About to run off, Alpha snaps at him. “ Don’t you dare fucking leave. “ He threatens. The man’s eyes are large in terror as his friend chokes underneath Alpha’s arm, the man struggling to breathe as he grasps for air.

Alpha’s attention is back on the man as he loosens his grip and snarls. “ You touch them again, and I'll gut you like an aiwha. And feed your friend to a saberjowl. “ He growls as both men tremble in fear.

Even with the smell of alcohol so clear on both men, Alpha does not doubt that these two men have harassed Kurrin before.

If there was one thing Alpha couldn’t stand, was a lack of respect, and discipline. No one has known Alpha to hold respect for people who do not deserve it. With very few even earning his respect. Only some out of the 10,000 or so jettise there were, there were only two jettise he truly respected. He had very little patience to be dealing with men like these in the early morning hours like this.

“ Have I made myself clear ?“ Alpha hisses, his dark brown eyes reflecting the pure murderous rage he undoubtedly would rain upon these men if they ever even spoke to Kurrin again was made crystal clear.

“ Yes ! Yes !“ The man under him chokes out, saying his answer to Alpha as he pleads for the man to let him go. Slowly, Alpha lets go, until the pressure on the male medic's neck is now gone. The man almost drops to the floor, coughing as he holds his neck, his other arm pasted on his knee as he regains his stability. The medic friend grabs the man’s arm and pulls him away. And as quickly as they had come, they had ran away.

But it hasn’t stopped. The black foggy mist covering their eyes as they breathe was shallow and heaving. Hands clutched onto each shoulder as they panic, searching for breath as they heave. Alpha quickly notices the change, he puts a hand on their shoulder, opening his mouth to speak. It isn’t until Kurrin’s hand grips at his arm, scratching it, that he fully realizes they are having a panic attack.

He puts both his hands on each of their shoulders, staring into their glazed and dazed panicked eyes as he takes a deep breath. “ Kurrin, if you are listening, try and breathe with me okay ?“ He speaks, his tone is soft but he knows if he spoke any louder it might make it worse. He starts to take in deep breaths, holding for a few seconds before exhaling. He repeats twice before Kurrin finally attempts to follow his breathing pattern. And so he continues, looking them in their eyes, confining the breathing exercise until their heaving breath is replaced by the breathing exercise.

Their arm loosens from his skin, taking both their hands and gently taking his hands off of their shoulders to show they were breathing again, and conscious from their panic.

Kurrin swallows, refusing to make eye contact, instead they turn, and start walking away. They don’t know how to address the situation, they are emotionally unable to understand what has happened, and feel like they’ve just taken a tar bath.

Alpha debates whether to follow, but he can’t just leave them alone now. Not after seeing them panic, not after seeing them almost pass out from said panic. He tries not to mentally curse himself as he follows after them, picking up the pace back as he does so. Nothing but silence is met with both their steps as Alpha catches up to them, and walks beside them.

“ I should have stayed on Coruscant and gone to Naboo instead. “ They quietly whisper. Their voice is barely carried to the clone’s ears through the mix of footsteps, but he hears it. Vague and quiet. What do they mean by that ?

“ Rin . . . “ He says quietly in protest, but they say nothing back, reaching the door with a pad and a familiar number. Their hand hovers over the first button, staring at it like it’s a ghost.

“ I’m sorry I pulled you into this. I should have just walked by myself. “ They say regrettably. They know for a fact those two men are more than able to report Alpha for assault and bad behavior and he could get reprimanded. Kurrin knows that they’ll report him. And they feel guilty for pulling him into this situation with them.

“ Stop apologizing. “ He says simply. His words are few, and far between and usually hold nothing but his truest intent. They turn and face him, eyes still brimming on the edge of tears for the third time in almost an hour.

“ Why not ? You could get suspended, reprimanded, or decommissioned for fuck sake Alpha !“ They say, their eyes full of worry and tears that vaguely make their eyes look like they're covered in water.

“ The long necks can’t do shit, “ He replies, his face it’s neutral furrowed look as he looks down at the pink-haired human. Tears streamed down their face, and he knew it was not deliberately his fault, but seeing it made his heart sting.

“ Rin, they could have hurt you. They would have hurt you. “ Alpha says sternly, reminding them why he was there in the first place.

“ They wouldn’t have. They’ve been doing this for almost a month i just- “ Kurrin starts to blabber but Alpha interrupts.

“ A month ? Tah’da e’car ! why didn’t you tell me ? I could have helped you sooner. “ He asks, almost a break in his voice as his face falters. The nat-born humans' eyes waver as they look up at him in surprise. The welling of their tears caused streams to fall down their face as they turned, facing back towards the door.

They mindlessly punch in the code, staring into the dark room. “ Because you do so much for me already. “ Kurrin says softly, hand grabbing the side of the door frame as they step forward and switch on the lights.

“ Because I'm an adult, and should be capable of taking care of myself. “ They add, turning their head back towards him. Their eyes sparkled with more tears as the Alpha Arc helplessly looked at the complete and utter honesty in their eyes.

“ You shouldn’t be expected to take care of me, Alpha. “ They swallow after their words gripping harshly into the doorframe as their knuckles turn white. Their pain is evident and Alpha is completely lost for words. They quietly turn back to face the empty and now lit room as they let go of the door frame.

How does he respond to that ? His heartbeat is crazy, and he swears to the maker of this were one of his cadets this would be different.

“ I don’t see it that way. “ He replies in hopes his words make sense. But Kurrin only looks back at him with more confusion.

“ What ?“ They ask to clear their confusion in hopes he will reply with better senses.

“ I’m not expected to take care of you, kid, “ Alpha responds. His hands are held to his side and it takes everything out of him not to cross them. “ I want to look after you, “ He states bluntly.

The pink-haired medic looks back at him with surprise, as he looks down at them. He wants to kneel down to them like he would a child. To expresses he doesn’t want them to see him as bigger or more important than them.

“ I want to take care of you, “ He repeats. “ I choose to watch after you. To train you. “ He explains.

“ Ner ade, “ He speaks it again. Those words they’ve never heard before. He’s never called them that before, it’s confusing and they swear to the maker if he’s confessing romantic love that they’ll shut away in their room for eternity and mourn the relationship they lost.

“ I care about you like you’re my flesh and blood. “ He states, taking a step forward. He puts a hand on their shoulder, although weighted and heavy, it is a reassurance that he is there.

“ Ner ade, Kurrin. You are my child. I will not let harm come of you. Not while i am your guardian. “ He stares deeply into their blue eyes. In any other world or circumstance, he would see Kurrin as just another medic that could put up with his heavy-handed bullshit. But they’ve been nothing but kind, loving, accepting, and supportive of him. Why shouldn’t he return the favor ?

“ Wh-what does . . . “ Kurrin starts to ask a question but stops to think as they stare, blinking at him. “ What is father in Mando’a ?“ They ask, sniffling slightly after they ask.

He is more than surprised, but he welcomes the question with an almost soft expression. “ Buir. “ He replies as he lets go of their shoulder.

“ Ner buir, “ They say back. Their lips curve into a slight smile as they look up at him. “ Ner buir, Alpha. “ They repeat.

He can hear his heart pounding in his throat as he quietly scoops them up into a tight hug. Their arms wrapped around him in a small embrace. He can feel tears prick his own eyes for the first time in almost years. Kriffing sith-hells. He’d think himself a fool if he’d ever been told he’d be here and now, over years ago. His younger self would have laughed and mocked him. Yet here he was, Holding his child close to him as they held him back.

“ You’ll have to teach me more Mando’a so i can understand you better. “ Kurrin says as they start to let go. He lets go too, no matter how much he would rather just hold his aliit close to him.

“ Tell you what, kid, you get some sleep and we can start after some small training tomorrow, “ Alpha replies as Kurrin laughs slightly, again wiping tears from their eyes.

“ Promise ? “ Kurrin asks, as Alpha nods he stands up straight again.

“ I promise. “

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colourstreakgryffin · 10 months

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Omggg Douma & Dokusha my beloved! Tysm for all the adorable hcs. They’re both so so precious 🥲

How would Douma react when Dokusha starts taking after him? As her BDA develops, it’s clear her powers are much like his. And then one day, when she learns to shapeshift, she surprises Douma by changing her eyes to look like his.

“Look! Now my eyes are just like yours, Chichiue!”

Oh my actual lord! Yes! I definitely wanna write more for caregiver/father Douma since I had so much fun with the idea! So, I will happily do this! Thank you for giving me another break!

Short Story: The Ice Queen

“Chichioya! Chichioya!” You chirp excited, bundling your fists on the beautiful, silky kimono you wore and lifting the fabric above your feet enough so you can run more efficiently. Where to? To the front door as the Upper Moon 2 slowly opened it and shut it as quiet as possible to avoid attracting any of his followers’ attention. He just wanted some time alone with the cute demon he loves dearly before dealing with them

Douma has been gone for quite a while. Two whole days and you hated when your beloved father was gone for so long. He usually took a few hours in his “important business meetings” but you knew whatever he was doing was necessary. You cry out joyfully and hold your arms up wide to help Douma lift you up easier

His gorgeous rainbow eyes brightened at the sight of you and his lips curl into a instinctive smile. He can’t help himself but feel intense joy in your presence as he scoops you up when he drops down and cuddles you to his chest firmly, rubbing his nuzzle in your hair affectionatley.

“Chichioya! Watch me! I have something to show you!” You chirp out again equally joyous, lifting your head off his shoulder as you two silently hugged for a few seconds. You loved his warmth and he loved yours as well

“What is it, Doki?” Douma asked in response, completely interested as he replaces you on his hip so he could let you get more comfortable before he makes another choice. He didn’t know what was in your mind but now his attention was peaked and focused on you

Douma’s head tilted like a curious little kitten, he decided to bring you over to his throne in a mere blink as he watched you hold out your hands, palm flat and concentrate intently on the snowy-white skin. After a few seconds, a white bunny dropping snowflakes materialised and hopped away, circling you two before disappearing into a thin rain of snowflakes

Douma almost exploded in cheers and would have awoken his followers if he didn’t bite down on his lip. He always made jokes about you being his daughter, but he never thought you’d actually have so many similarities to him. His dead heart was being brought back to life in the very moment as he pumped his free fist up in celebration whilst you turned to face him, waiting for his response

“That’s simply wonderful, Doki! You’re like a little ice queen!” The older demon happily proclaimed, holding his own hands out and producing a palm-sized ice statue of a Buddhist woman in perhaps milliseconds, something he was capable of doing so fluently, he didn’t even need to focus on it.

You always liked his Demon Blood Art, you find his ice so pretty and now that you can produce sentient snowflake beings, you and your adoptive father are gaining all the more matching qualities

One good thing happened after another. Day by day went past after the cute little incident with the snowflake bunny presentation, and something different happened when Douma brought you over to the main dining hall for another dinner with his followers. As you watched the followers eat their not-so-appealing looking human food and talk to a few of them on occasion atop the more quiet Douma’s lap.

One of the ladies, all of the sudden, yelped out in surprise, attracting attention of the many people onto her as she cleared her throat audibly to compose herself as spoke on a shaky voice.

“L-lady Dokusha… your eyes just changed” She remarks gently and nervously. You titled your head in confusion, mirroring Douma well as you answer her with a sweet, usual smile. “Human eyes can’t change, silly! Maybe, it’s just the lighting?” You answer with that unbreaking positivity you’re known in the temple for, though, you knew exactly what she was talking about

It felt only like hours after you showed Douma your self-developed snowflake technique but it had been weeks. You realised you had another ability, alongside the snowflake bunny.

Shapeshifting! You wanted more than anything to take after your beloved father, you want to be exactly like him so you tried your best to mimic him. Though, acting wasn’t enough for you, you wish you shared his blood

Though, your bland purple eyes didn’t match his and his jokes about how close you are to rainbow radiated in your mind as you stared at the tall window in the throne room, sitting in front of it. Your wishes came to true, like a wishing star granting when the purple begin mixing with fluid colours of red, orange, yellow, green and blue. In no time, your eyes had the same colour mix and pattern as Douma. Though, you couldn’t recreate the Kanji for some odd reason

However, it didn’t bother you much. You squealed in excitement, so loud that a follower came into the room to check up on you as she was worried you were hurt. No, you were beyond from hurt. Learning about your shapeshifting ability was one of the best days of your demonic life as you knew exactly what you should do

Surprise Douma with it so you begun practicing whenever he was away. Sure, you could practice with him but he is ten times faster than you, he’d spot the switch instantly so your plan set into motion and this single night was putting all the jigsaw pieces together smoothly

Douma frowned confused with a cute undertone as he begun speaking, his followers instantly bowed at the sound of his deep, powerful voice. “Please do eat, I wouldn’t want any of you be famished. I’m certain it was a lighting trick, my dear” The mentioned young lady bowed a lot lower then the others and nodded frantically, thankful for her leader acknowledging her needs

“Thank you, sir. May the gods bless you for your kindness, sir” She sung out praises like she breathed, quickly returning to her meal as you laughed lightly. You found the followers so interesting as Douma found the followers irritating but, he tried to keep all of them alive for your sake. Though, he must provide you two with recent dinner at some point

Douma instinctively faked a smile, from what you saw as you quickly tapped on his hand, after shuffling back a little to get more comfortable. You wanted his full attention but you needed to get out of the human followers’ sight as to not reveal your demon nature

“Yes, my dear?” Douma asked as he responded to you in no time, you pointed to the throne room and he knew exactly what you supposedly wanting. One of the many plushies he had his followers make for you. Douma picked you up in his mighty arms and bowed lightly at his followers as he rose, reassuring them he will return after picking something up for you.

It felt pathetic slowing down his pace enough to look like a human walking away but he did it, just to further fool his moronic followers. Though, he simply hated it

Entering the throne room and shutting the door, you swung your hands up and slapped his cheeks together with your smaller palms. Douma stopped moving altogether, hand still on the wooden door frame as he looked down at you, locking eyes silently.

His whole world shifted when the missing colours of the rainbow begun mixing with your signature purple, and in seconds, your eyes matched his perfectly. As if he had given you his irises

Douma basically imploded on the spot, much like he did before with your brand new BDA demonstration. His pride was endless, his love was overflowing.

He never thought he’d see the day where his beloved daughter become so much like him. He practically threw you above his head with a genuine smile tearing up his face, he loved everything about you and he loved all these surprises you were spoiling him with

“You can— Wow! Doki, I can’t do that! You can change your eyes?!” Douma cries out surprised and excited all at once, such emotion coming out of the Upper Moon 2 was originally thought to be nonexistent at first as he had no emotion prior to meeting you. You’ve brought him more than a another good reason to live, but a good reason to feel something

“See! Now my eyes are just like yours, Chichioya!”

(Btw. According to Google Translate, Chichioya means “Father”)

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #anime and manga #kny imagines #headcanons #kny upper moons #upper moon 2 #demon slayer douma #douma #douma short story #what the hell this is so cute!#platonic love short story #so cute

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fr-3-aksh-0-w · 7 months

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The goal is to almost make your boyfriend cry, and yourself cry for an hour because you write so damn emotional

#storyboard #storyline #writings #creative writing #writing #writing prompt #short story #platonic #soulmates #platonic soulmates #ragtagrunaways #gay love

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i-wordwizard-i · 1 month

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Icarus and the Phoenix

(UNFINISHED)

From 11:49 March 19th 2024 on a Tuesday to a Monday, on April 1st 2024 10:44, I had felt love for an oddity I never could've expected, aren't I the fool? You see, Icarus ended up burnt, he flew too close to that sun and lost his wings. But Icarus had not met the sun, he met a soaring phoenix.

He and the phoenix soared the skies for a while, Icarus keeping his distance from the flaming bird to avoid himself getting burnt. After coasting for a while, their bond strengthened. Icarus would fly close to the phoenix in the rain, and the phoenix flew close in the winter to keep him warm. This worked well for a while, until a storm came. It lasted a whole week, Icarus still doing his best to keep the phoenix safe. This didn't last, it became too much for the flaming bird, so it flew up above the clouds, leaving Icarus in the storm. It is believed Icarus loved that bird, that he burnt his wings just to keep them safe. Others believe that those feelings were mutual, and if it was not for the storm, they'd have soared over the whole world. But you see, Icarus was never burnt by the flames of the phoenix, he simply felt the sharp, cold rain after the bird’s warmth dissipated. Icarus may have not been burnt by the phoenix, but that storm didn't subside for some time.

We were friends before then, not very long, 3 months or so, I got infatuated with their story see. The hardships they had to overcome, the ones they've yet to encounter but were bound for the horizon, I wished to see their story unfold. That Phoenix, they were an oddity I never could grasp.

I think I loved him, we both had that love, it was a mutual thing, but I never wished to harm that beauty of a creature. I didn't wish to shackle a bird like that, keep them bound to my level, but he wanted me at the time so I said yes.

Delusional was Icarus, he saw the sun in a bird merely born from some ashes. It's argued they both were deluded to what was real, a fantasmic lie they both lived for some odd while.

They said to him that it wasn't his fault, it was no one's in the end. It was a hard truth to swallow, there were faults that he saw in hindsight, on both sides. It was circumstantial, had he never gotten sick, had he never been overwhelmed, it is believed by few that they'd still be together. However the circumstance, that oddity was defiant, unbound, it's why he loved him so.

If it wasn't for my overbearing, if I had made them feel safe, if only I kept it bottled.

Icarus couldn't find his way through the skies anymore, he had no light to guide him in this storm. Icarus searched for a home, one he had before he soared the skies, wishing he could take everything back. Icarus’ mind was sporadic, hectic, he had trouble grasping the reality at hand. It wasn’t his fault, he dared to blame the bird, but he knew that if it was their fault, it was just as much his.

He was distraught, distrustful, and unmotivated. His eating was halved, anymore and he’d surely vomit. Seeing them or their friends when passing by resulted in an acidic feeling in his throat, it was going against habit while acting like you’re not thinking.

You can’t find logic in love, and its consequences. It’s near impossible to accept an illogical thing such as love, but you still feel it. Maybe not like your friend, maybe not like Icarus, maybe not like anyone else in the world, but you can still feel love. Whether platonic, romantic, sensual, sexual, love is unique to you, and for some it just happens to dissipate, fade with time.

Here's an unfinished short story that I might try to tackle again at a later date. A friend suggested that I entwined different povs in the next story I wrote so this was the attempt. I'm a little lost on how I continue the story from the second to last paragraph, maybe have them find eachother again "red string theory", or have them be better apart like "La La Land". Or maybe I have the perspectives shift into different stories? Following a less straight storyline? Idk I definitely plan to come back to this but not right now (as this story is based on pretty real events, and I want to give myself proper time before I tackle it again).

Buhbye for now!!

#poet #poetry #aromantic #queer platonic relationship #love and all that nice stuff #queer #qpr pride #breakup #short story #unfinished #greek in irony

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future-journalist-adventures · 2 months

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Inside my Head - A Collection of Short Stories

"Cold"

experience or daydream: daydream

characters: me, friend (❄️), "them" (🥾)

setting: mid-winter; late night during holiday break; a quiet back road

content warnings: none

Each snowflake drifting in the breeze sent a shiver down my spine as it made contact with my bare skin, allowing drops of freezing water to drip down my arms as the snow melted. I continued rambling to her, staring at my feet to discern the snow-covered sidewalk in the moonlight. I puffed out a breath of air, which created a small cloud in front of my mouth for a moment, as I finished talking, glancing over at her as she flashed me a small smile. She continued the conversation, her hands stuffed in the front pocket of her gray hoodie. She reached up to briefly adjust her baseball cap as she spoke, brushing off a thin layer of snow and smoothing out the roots of her long, flowing hair before putting the hat back on. Looking down at my thin t-shirt and bringing a hand up to my short, messy hair, I let out a chuckle at the near absurdity of our differences.

Despite my numerous attempts to remain engaged in our conversation, my mind continued to return to how cold I was becoming. I crossed my arms in front of me, trying not to think about how much I was shivering. I looked at her as she spoke, hoping that would help me pay attention to her, but my eyes began to unfocus as my mind wandered once again.

"You're really shaking over there," she noted, laughing a bit. "Are you cold?"

"Just a little," I replied meekly.

"Here-" she responded, beginning to fiddle with her hoodie. "Good thing I wore layers."

"No, you really don't have to do that," I protested as she continued to take off her sweatshirt.

"It's fine," she assured me, handing me her hoodie. She only had a plain white tank top on now, but she wasn't shaking at all.

I slipped on the sweatshirt, putting my hands in the pockets. We looked at each other a moment before letting out a laugh in unison.

"It's so big on you!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, it is," I replied, smiling cartoonishly.

"You look like-" she paused, her smile widening a bit. Her shoulders shrunk as she let out a calm sigh, the mist obscuring her face for a moment. "You look like them."

She didn't say who she was talking about. She didn't have to. I knew.

I nodded to acknowledge her comment, looking down at the comically large hoodie covering my thighs. For a moment, I imagined my Converse turning to Doc Martens, picturing the way their curly locks just barely covered her cheeks. I looked up at the girl in front of me, and just for a second, I wondered if she'd be happier if they were the one standing here instead of me.

But it was just me.

"Aren't you cold?" I muttered, my heart beating faster with every thought.

The warmth in my chest spread through my body, and her soft hoodie had never felt more comfortable. Her reassuring look slowed my racing thoughts, and I knew that the love I felt for my friend standing before me was unmatched to any sappy romance.

She shook her head calmly, the smile across her face never daring to fade.

"Not anymore."