Rest Up Well

Rest Up Well

sometimes your presence itself could be your biggest contribution to someone's life.

pairings: Nagi Seishiro x Reader genre: fluff word count: 366 notes: no set timeline, not specified whether nagi is a pro player or not, does not follow the original plot NOT PROOFREAD!!!

His day was tiring and you knew it, you always knew. Right from the moment the way the keys jingle a familiar tune to you. Opening the door in a rushed manner, your partner, Nagi Seishiro, enters his so called home heading straight to his room not even bothering to close the door nor greet you.

Sighing, you closed the closed for him. Knowing Sei he would be laying in bed still in his outdoor clothes trying to regain some energy to function.

You're right, upon entering the room you share with him, you see your lover plopped on the bed clothes unchanged.

Sitting down on the empty space nest to Nagi's face to gaze at his relaxed features. This seemed to alert him a bit since his dropy eyes staring back at yours. This continued in silence until you decided to give him a gentle smile accompanied by gentle pats on his fluffy white hair.

Your boyfriend hummed and closed his eyes once again at the showcase of affection towards him given by his loved one.

"I don't know how but..." Although his voice was but a whisper you still hear him.

"What is it?" Your pats then turned into gentle strokes sliding up and down on his head.

"The fact that I felt your presence enter the room immediately helped me relax. The stress I've been feeling? It's like it disappeared the moment you started patting my head." Even if his voice was muffled by the pillow he was resting on, you understand his words. Not even a single letter in a word was misheard.

Your smile widened at that. "Well then, how about you my darling here rest while I stay by your side hmm?"

"I would be happy..."

Of course you stayed by his side while he sleeps. This went on for a while until you felt slumber visiting you. Changing positions a bit, your partner's back facing you while you hugged him (spooning him ya know).

By the time the soccer player woke up, he was greeted with arms wrapped around him his back warm his whole person feeling safe in the hands of the individual that he loves the most.

additional notes: I wrote this since I was tired from practicing our dance and I needed an outlet to release any stress, and what a better choice for an outlet is writing? Hope y'all enjoyed this and stay safe <3!

the making of a god || scaramouche

masterlist characters: scaramouche (platonic) genre: angst contains: spoilers for chapter 3 act iii, scaramouche spoilers, character death, injuries summary: how did things end up this way? how did you go from a doll to something more? notes: trying to get back into writing genshin :) had my hoco yesterday and my booster shot right before that. i'm so tired but i still finished the new archon quest :D

"hng... ngh... nnn..."

"just a bit longer," was all you could hear. you couldn't see anymore, but that was your normal now. they had long since taken your eyes.

"haaaah... blugh... ku... mm..."

"ah, there we are," he hummed, the poking and prodding at your insides finally stopping. it was a strange sensation, feeling anything that is. you weren't made for this, so why? why did you suddenly feel things?

ah, was it then? perhaps it was.

you could recall the very moment you opened your eyes. a woman with long purple hair stared down at you, here eyes occasionally flicking upwards.

"let's get you sitting up, shall we?" she had hummed, flicking her wrist. as if she had you on strings (which she did, you would later learn), your body moved on its own. you were "sat up" as she called it and the world turned sideways. She seemed pleased with herself as she nodded and, with another flick of her wrist, your head turned to your left.

sitting beside you was a boy, dressed in the same white garb as you. he had the same purple hair as the woman did but his eyes were duller than hers. they were glassy, blobs of tears running down his round cheeks. his face seemed to emulate yours, a wide look of wonder and awe present on his doll-like face. if he looked like you, did you have tears running down your face too?

"now stand," the woman commanded, both of your heads turning back to her. despite her command, neither of you moved. your bodies remained stagnant. and all the woman did was sigh, her hands moving together at the same time. "...i see."

this time, your bodies did move. the woman moved her hands and walked out of the room, you and the other boy following behind her. she stood at a terrace overlooking a world that was... colorful, to say the least. plenty of bright colors that you couldn't identify filled your vision.

and soon it was all you saw as you and the boy were left in a place with many vibrant colors. the woman stared the two of you down before turning away, hurrying off, and disappearing into the colors.

the next time the colors changed, you were finally able to move. the boy helped you up at first. apparently, he figured out how to move by "observing the surrounding fauna" as he claimed, a string dangling in front of his face. what a smart boy.

you clung to his arms, your hands clasped around his in a vice grip. you couldn't feel anything at first except a slight tingling in your fingertips. and then there was a tingling in your feet and a little tickle that was barely distinguishable from it.

"we were given names," the boy began, keeping his hands on your arms to steady you. "m...mother told me. before you woke up." when you didn't respond, he took it as a sign to continue. he reached up and moved the string out of his face and then moved his hand to brush a part of your veil out of yours. "you were called (name). and i... kunikuzushi."

"ku..." your lips moved like his, copying the words that left his mouth just a moment before. "kuni...kuzu...shi. kuniku... zushi..."

"kunikuzushi," the two of you said together. "(name)."

"kunikuzushi. (name)."

kunikuzushi and (name). that was all you knew how to say at first. perhaps you were defective. kunikuzushi didn't like to say that but it was a word you had heard from him. he liked to call you different. younger. precious.

and you only knew how to call him by his name or by the little syllables that made it up. you often yelled out for him as you got used to "walking" as he explained. you waddled around aimlessly, occasionally tripping over the strings that tangled up around your feet and ankles.

kunikuzushi only laughed lightly, helping you back up to your feet and brushing away the "leaves" and "petals" that clung to your veil. and then he would take your hand, promising to keep you steady as you walked away from where you were "abandoned".

you learned a lot of words from kunikuzushi during that trip. you learned a lot of words from your big brother.

"monster" was the first word you learned from someone other than your brother. "monster!" the boy cried out as he held up his hammer in defense. you and kunikuzushi stood in his workplace, hand in hand prepared to learn more from him, just as you did the day before. but why was today any different?

why was he so scared of you two? what did "monster" mean and why was he calling you that. that wasn't your name!

"kunikuzushi. (name)," you had tried to explain motioning towards your brother and yourself. it all had to be a misunderstanding, right? maybe he thought "monster" was your name, right?

"monster!" he hurled his hammer at you, the edge he used to flatten the weapons thumping against your chest. a dull pounding resounded in the spot the hammer had hit.

kunikuzushi cried out to you as you fell, his hand shakily hovering over the hole that now appeared on your body. you whimpered, clutching onto his kimono sleeve. he shushed you, hurriedly covering your face with your veil and scooping you up into his arms, running away as the boy continued to cry out "monster! monster!"

"promise" was the second word you learned from someone other than your brother.

the boy was smaller this time and kunikuzushi had to remind you that, no, this was not the same "monster" boy that caused the hole in your chest. this boy was giggly, holding up his hands to you and kunikuzushi.

"fluff" flowers surrounded the three of you and the boy only giggled more when the fluff was caught in your hair and in your brother's clothes. his laughs grew louder when you pointed at the fluff that also covered him.

"promise to come back?" he asked the day you met him. you looked over at kunikuzushi, your precious big brother who always knew what to say. he glanced over at you before nodding to the boy.

"we promise." and you would "fulfill" that promise as your brother said. you came back the next day. and the next. and the next. the next. the next. the next.

and you continued to return every day, even when the boy was in no mood to laugh, his parents nowhere to be found. you continued to return every day until you didn't need to anymore, having permanently moved into his home because he was "ill".

you didn't know what that meant at first. you figured it was something big as your brother always coddled the boy, especially when he was unable to move like you and kunikuzushi upon your "birth".

"promise... to come back?" he had asked you the last day you saw him.

"only if you promise to be here when we do," kunikuzushi replied. and the boy nodded, his doll clutched in his hand and a little cough escaping his lips.

he didn't fulfill his promise.

the lavender melon your brother cradled in his arms fell to the ground with a thud, rolling to the side as you almost fell to your knees. you managed to stay standing before rushing over to the boy, your hands landing on his shoulders.

"you promised..." you whimpered, shaking him. "you promised... promised, promised, promised...!"

you and your brother left that very night, the only remnants of the house being the small doll the boy had "died" with. your brother trembled as the place you used to live in burnt to the ground, the boy's body still inside.

"let's go," he urged, tugging you over to the path that was covered in snow. he paused for a moment, lifted a conical hat onto his head, adjusted your veil to cover your face, and returned to the road.

it was just you two, he promised. just the two of you from now on.

he promised... and yet here you were. dangling in the air with tubes and rods shoved into your body. it was the same as your birth, your body no longer under your control. you felt like you still had strings attached to your limbs. the hole in your chest was now blocked by a single tube that led to some sort of box if you remembered correctly.

your eyes were taken near the beginning of this "project" as the man called it.

"our god will need them more than you," he explained when you asked. and when you asked why all you felt was searing pain from your body, he would only respond with a single word, "test". when you asked why you could no longer feel your leg, he told you "our god is in need of one."

kunikuzushi, you wanted to cry out. you could still feel tears running down your cheeks. did you look like him when he was first born? kunikuzushi, please!

he promised. he promised it would just be you two. and he betrayed you. did he even know? did he even care?

maybe you could think about that after you slept. you were awfully tired. what a new and interesting feeling.

A Monster?

Is it love? For others, the change of demeanor may seem like the curse they’ve grown used to fear is harboring a pining love. But to him, the man whose life revolved around the negativity of humans, he believes it’s only the respect he feels. Even the mere thought of him manifesting feelings apart from the seven deadly sins is unfathomable. Does he experience amusement? Of course, he does. The sight of the people who dared question his superiority suffering is just pure ecstasy for his apathetic heart. But is it truly apathetic? Is his numbness for other forms of emotions absolute? Will there be no other way of stirring any benevolent emotions in him? Will he forever retain his reputation as the King of Curses?

For the longest time, he wanted to kill you but every time he does try, he’s just not able to. Entitled as a monster but how come he can never act upon the things that make him a monster on you? Why is it that whenever you do something, instead of a sense of irritation, he feels his pride rising? Not the kind of pride to do something better, but the kind that wishes to boast you to the whole world like some sort of trophy.

idk what I'm doing atp...

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Mom, we miss you.

The Masterlist

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Pairing: Batboys x Batmom!Reader

Synopsis: They lost a parent, or both. But without their adoptive mother, who was like their real mother they are a total wreck. They do not know what to do without you. How will they live?

DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE ANGST.

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↳ Richard (Dick) Grayson

↳ Jason Todd

↳ Timothy Drake

↳ Damian Wayne

彡 EVERLASTING BONDS. 彡

pairing: dan heng x fem! reader.

warnings: there will be major lore spoilers. this will take place in the past. dan heng goes by dan feng at first. poor attempt at world building. some might be taken from leaks or i made them up myself. this series does not have a consistent posting schedule.

synopsis: dan heng is someone who believes in simplicity matters. the more simple it is, the better. and yet, why is it when it comes to (name), things became complicated for him? in two lives, dan heng finds himself falling in love with the same person again.

note: this series is made to celebrate this blog hitting 1k followers soon! seriously, this couldnt have been done without your support and love towards my writings &lt;3! send an ask off-anon to be added for the taglist!

╰┈➤ MASTERLIST:

THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM:

CHAPTER ONE.

CHAPTER TWO.

CHAPTER THREE.

CHAPTER FOUR.

CHAPTER FIVE.

CHAPTER SIX.

CHAPTER SEVEN.

CHAPTER EIGHT.

CHAPTER NINE.

CHAPTER TEN.

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

THE AFTERMATH:

CHAPTER TWELVE.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

SPIN-OFFS:

behind the scenes.

nursing a sick lover.

more to be added…

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Mom, what do I do?

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Batmom!Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mention of death

Synopsis: Dickie is your eldest son. He has endured a lot of pain during his life time. But with you gone and his family falling apart, he feels hopeless.

THE MASTERLIST

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Dick Grayson, your eldest son. The second mother of the family .

He's absolutely a wreck but he won't show it for the fact he wants to be strong for his dearest siblings. He cares and worries about them each, however he can't comfort him like you did.

Maybe it is just the fact that he couldn't comfort himself. But his gut tells him it was just you.

He's also worried about Bruce, his father. He hasn't seen that man in days.

Damian sits at the bench in the garden most days, Tim is tweaking off caffeine, and Jason spends most of his time at your grave.

It feels like the world has ended since you were gone. Crime has been awfully quiet and when there is a crime, Dick usually goes out and takes care of it by himself because it's just a small robbery or a small prison break.

Even that wasn't a distraction for your eldest though. He still carried the heavy weight in chest no matter where or what he was doing. It was a continuous struggle.

During his alone time Dick stays in your personal room , which you would sleep in when Bruce upset you, or you would go to get peace quiet.

But the quietness in your room was too silent.

Dick sits on your bed , which still had the scent of your lingering on it. He likes to reminisce how it has changed from when he was a kid to how it is now, as an adult.

All these years of love and comfort you gave him.

His biological mom is still in his heart, but you raised Dick to be the gentleman he is today. The way a kid is raised is very important, and Dick was raised by the best mom anyone could ask for.

So deep in his thoughts, he breaks down. He misses you! He needs you! Not only that his family is absolutely destroyed without you and he needs to put his family back together.

He looks up to the ceiling, "Mom," he croaks, "What do I do?"