take him away from me or i'll cry

anonymous asked:

Are you taking any prompts? If so, what about a situation where touko finds out about Natsume seeing youkai, and convinces him that everything is alright? I need that kind if sweetness right now haha although I'll probably be crying by the end XD If you're not taking prompts or if you don't want to do this, it's perfectly fine :> Thanks for your time :)

i had several prompts like this one ! i sort of let it get away from me, i hope its okay :’) 


The next time Touko sees Sana-chan, she’s armed to the teeth with photos.

Shigeru got that old camera of his working after all, and the album Touko passes across the table to Sana-chan is full of candids - Takashi on the porch playing with Nyankichi, Takashi’s friends sprawled across his bedroom floor the morning after a big sleepover, Takashi laughing with Shigeru over a sink of sudsy dinner dishes.

Sana-chan flips through the pictures with all the enthusiasm Touko could have hoped for, a smile filling her round face as she gushes “what a handsome boy!” and “your house must be so lively these days!” and “I can’t wait to meet him!”

And Touko is warmed all the way home, resolving to ask Shigeru and Takashi what they would think of having Sana-chan and her family over for dinner in the near future.

As if summoned by the thought, Takashi’s voice drifts through the autumn air towards her from the riverbank. Curiously, Touko steps off the road into the grass to follow it to the source - Takashi did say a friend was visiting from the mountain, but surely he knows his friend would be welcome at the house - and steps to the edge of the sloping embankment, peering down.

She spots him right away, smiling a little at the way he sticks out against the dull color of the river, with his fair hair and pastel pink jacket. Takashi is sitting with two of his friends, the three of them grouped around the edge of a strange circle drawn in the damp clay, and they’re pink with laughter and bright-eyed in the warm afternoon, and talking to -

a little green person. With a beak, and tortoise-like carapace, and webbed hands, and a wet plate atop its head amidst a mop of tangled, seaweed-green curls. It hands Takashi a flapping fish and says, “I caught this for you, boss!”

“Thank you,” Takashi says dryly, and tosses the fish back into the water without ado.

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Thrown Against Something (Whumptober/Inktober Day 21)

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Killian knows that something is wrong from the moment it happens.  One minute, he’s swinging his sword at yet another dark knight insistent on taking his head off and stealing his Swan from him.  The next minute?  Well, the next minute he’s flying through the air like someone’s tossed a rope around his midsection and pulled it tight with a bloody fleet of horses.

It’s all over for him the moment he hits the fallen tree, something sharp piercing his back and lodging deeply inside him.  It steals his breath with an alacrity that he’s never before experienced, lancing pain and a pervasive chill race through him before he can even cry out.

And he won’t - cry out, that is.  Not if he can help it.  It might pull Swan’s attention from the battle of her own that she’s waging, and he can’t risk that.  Not for a sorry sod of a man like him who doesn’t deserve her in the first place.

It isn’t too hard to play dead, his eyes closed to mere slits just in case, when the knight stalks over to him and nudges him with a boot.  The stubborn part of him wants to tear himself free of whatever has snagged him and end this man’s life before he can attack Emma, but the realistic part of him knows that he doesn’t have a chance in hell.

He thinks the ruse has worked for just a moment before the knight rears back and kicks him in the head, sending him spiraling into unconsciousness before he can even react.

He wakes to fingers in his hair and excruciating pain radiating out from his back.  The coppery tang that fills the air makes him ill, but Swan is kneeling with his head in her lap and speaking frantically into what he will eventually realize is the magic shell that connects him with his brother at all times.


Gods, his brother is going to be insufferable about this - Killian’s first time out on his own protecting the princess and he nearly gets himself killed.

Nearly, he hopes.

His head is threatening to implode, the world swimming sickeningly in front of his eyes and swaying wildly when he closes them.  His back is on fire, the thought of moving nearly enough to make him weep.  The rest of him is cold, however, wracking his body with shivers that reignite the flames and destroy his resolve not to groan.

Or whimper, he realizes when he connects the sound he just heard with his own voice.  That was a gods’ honest whimper and he must be in more dire straits than he thought.

Emma’s fingers tighten in his hair, setting off a whole new series of aches and shivers, but also ground him in the present when the pain seeks to send him reeling.  He has to focus.  He has to keep her safe, get her away from here as quickly as he can manage.  

The princess is his priority and also… also his love.  He’d have given his life for her at any point in his tenure in the Royal Navy, the vow he took as a terrified sixteen-year old to Queen and Country never far from his mind.  But one stolen moment at the debutante ball for the princess had led to a courtship that was frowned upon by all save her parents, and things had developed from there.

Until the Evil Queen had returned, bringing with her a curse obliterating Emma’s light magic and her mother’s own brand of malice - a barricade around the kingdom that not only trapped the Royal Family within its borders, but also shut Liam and Killian off from the sea.  (Killian knew that the latter was coincidental, but it still made him seethe)  Left grounded in more ways than one, the Jones brothers had taken on the responsibility of Emma’s safety as she and her parents raced to break the curse and the siege.

Which leads them back to this very moment, Killian bleeding out in the forest and Emma’s hands figuratively tied against saving him.

“Emma, luv,” he whispered, afraid to speak louder lest it wake some new hurt, “you have to go.  Get to safety.  My brother will come for you.”

She hits him, and he cringes at the force behind the blow to his shoulder.  Every hurt voices its protest, nearly sending him back into the blackness save for the venom in Emma’s voice.

“You idiot, I’m not going anywhere until we can move you!” she hisses and Killian can’t help imagining a viper poised to strike.  Swan’s temper is a sight to behold, and he opens his eyes against his better judgment to take in her face.

Gods, I love her when she’s angry, he thinks before smirking disarmingly.  Charmingly, even.  Anything to erase the look of worry that is peeking out from behind the ire.

She rolls her eyes at him.


“No.  Don’t try it.  I’m not leaving you behind.”  She reaches behind him to prod at his back and he grits his teeth against the cry of agony that wants to escape.

He pants through her ministrations, writhing away from her touch when he can no longer stand it.  “Please,” he begs breathlessly.  “Please don’t do that again.”

Emma curls over his head, trying to soothe him as she apologizes in his ear.

Tears leak from his eyes as he tries to pant through the pain, his world reduced to the princess above him and the fire behind him.  The Evil Queen, herself, could march into the glade and he doubts he’d notice.

“I’m sorry, Killian, please.  I have to get you out of here.  Please forgive me,” she mutters and it’s the only warning he has before the fire in his back explodes into an inferno that steals the very breath from his lungs so suddenly that he can’t even cry out before he goes limp, thanking the blackness for taking him away from this agony.

It's Not Me, It's You sentence starters
  • "Please can we leave, I'd like to go to bed now."
  • "It's not just the sun that is hurting my head now."
  • "It's meant to be fun and this just doesn't feel right."
  • "I want to be rich and I want lots of money."
  • "I want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamonds."
  • "I'll take my clothes off and it will be shameless 'cause everyone knows that's how you get famous."
  • "I don't know what's right and what's real anymore, and I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore."
  • "When do you think it will all become clear?"
  • "I'm packing plastic and that's what makes my life so fucking fantastic."
  • "He treats me with respect, he says he loves me all the time."
  • "He's not like all them other boys, they're all so dumb and immature."
  • "When we go up to bed, you're just no good, it's such a shame."
  • "Maybe you're the one for me."
  • "I could say that I'll always be here for you, but that would be a lie and quite a pointless thing to do."
  • "I could say that I'll always have feelings for you, but I've got a life ahead of me."
  • "You always made it clear that you hated my friends."
  • "When we were growing up you always looked like you were having such fun."
  • "You always were and you always will be the taller and the prettier one."
  • "I started to hate you so much, I just completely ignored you."
  • "It's all my fault, I'm sorry, you did absolutely nothing wrong."
  • "I cannot apologize enough, when all you ever wanted from me was a token of my love."
  • "Could you please find it deep within your heart to try and go back to the start?"
  • "I'll always pull you up on every stupid thing that you say."
  • "I found it so entertaining, messing around with your head."
  • "Believe me when I tell you that I never wanna see you again."
  • "I don't want to be friends."
  • "I don't understand what it is that you're chasing after."
  • "Now I know you feel betrayed, but it's been weeks since I got laid."
  • "Fuck you very, very much."
  • "We hate what you do and we hate your whole crew."
  • "Please don't stay in touch."
  • "Do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful?"
  • "I pretended I was sleeping and I was hoping you would creep in with me."
  • "I didn't know where this was going, when you kissed me."
  • "Are you mine?"
  • "I haven't left you for days now."
  • "You're quite affectionate in public, in fact your friend said it made her feel sick."
  • "Today you accidentally called me baby."
  • "We exist but we're taking it slow."
  • "I don't want anything more than to see your face when you open the door."
  • "I cry at the thought of being alone."
  • "I know it doesn't seem so fair but I'll send you a postcard when I get there."
  • "Would you please take me away from this place?"
  • "I'm so pleased I never gave up on him."
  • "I never thought you'd be a constant person in my life."
  • "I don't have the answers."
  • "Is this what they call denial?"
Explain to me why this is...?
  • 14 year old dude: lol hey bitch nice ass id tap that hey sexy we gonna bang tonight and then ill go visit my other girlfriend and bang her too lol and then maybe I'll watch jersey shore and eat pizza eh you can clean my xbox or something just don't bother me
  • 35 year old dude: Oh hey darling. Wow, you look so amazing today, is that a new top? Beautiful. Tonight, I want to take you out for dinner. Your choice, love, and my treat. After, I'll take you around town and we can talk while we watch the passing boats. Then we'll go home and watch the Notebook and cuddle. I'll go get you extra tissues, if you want! Its a sad movie, but feel free to cry on my shoulder.

You know what’s really heartbreaking about this scene? That Killian has to watch his worst enemy so recklessly risking what’s the most precious thing in the world to him. And not only that, he has to watch Rumple throwing away what he would risk his life for in a heartbeat, knowing that he’ll be forced to break the promise he made to his true love. It broke me to see how angry and bitter Killian was here because he can’t fathom how the person who has found true love is willing to risk it for power while he gets to take it away from him, because he would give anything for love.