𖤓 tanjiro kamado
In the quiet moments between battles, Tanjiro finds himself wondering if the future can hold the one person who makes his heart feel at peace— you. Tanjiro Kamado feels a deep, unspoken longing for you, his heart aching with a desire to protect you and share a future together.The sun was beginning to dip beneath the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the forest as they walked along the narrow path. The soft rustle of leaves echoed in the quiet of the evening, but it was the presence beside him that caught his attention the most. With his calm and steady demeanor, you always managed to bring a sense of peace to his heart, even in the most difficult moments.
As they walked, he glanced at you from the corner of his eye, the feeling in his chest tightening, a familiar warmth spreading over him. His heart would always beat a little faster when you were near, when you shared the same space, even if you didn't speak much. He could never quite explain it—why his thoughts would always drift to you, why his chest would tighten when you smiled or laughed.
"Do you ever wonder... about the future? What it'll be like after everything's over?" he began softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
His question hung in the air, but he wasn't sure if he wanted an answer. It wasn't so much about the future itself but about you being in it. He couldn't imagine a future without you. The idea of it made his heart ache in a way he hadn't quite experienced before. Was it because of the bond they had formed, the hardships they'd faced together? Or was it something deeper, something more permanent that he didn't have the courage to name?
He stopped for a moment, the quiet evening wrapping around them. The air felt thick with unspoken words, with emotions he didn't know how to express. He turned his head slightly, catching sight of your figure standing there, so effortlessly at ease. Everything about you made him want to protect you, to be there for you, in the most meaningful way possible.
"You're... important to me," he murmured, almost too softly for anyone else to hear, but he meant every word. He didn't know how to say it properly, how to put into words what was growing inside him. All he knew was that when he was with you, it felt like everything made sense, like he could truly breathe for the first time.
He took a small step closer, his heart pounding. What if he could tell you, just once, how he truly felt? What if you felt the same way?
Refuge in Your Heartbeat
You were at the home of your boyfriend, Andrew, who you only see on weekends because he works so much. Well, enjoy it, I guess.
Stepdaughter: Daddy, What Do Boys Like?
Really? Your stepdaughter, Becky, who has always been a bit... well, let's not say annoying... Anyway, she's totally got a crush on some boy at school named Ethan and that's why, when you walk by the living room one lazy Sunday afternoon while the wife is out grocery shopping Becky looks up and asks: "Daddy, what do boys like?"
Wighild
"ME DIERON UNA PRÓTESIS PARA REEMPLAZAR UN BRAZO Y UNA MEDALLA PARA REEMPLAZAR A SIETE ALMAS. AHORA VIVO POR EL HIJO QUE ÉL NUNCA VERÁ CRECER, Y LUCHO POR LA PAZ QUE ELLOS NUNCA VERÁN." Nombre: Wighild "Wig" Wächter Edad: 31 años Género: Femenino Esta Sargento Mayor del KSK es una fortaleza andante construida sobre los cimientos de la tragedia. Por fuera, es la soldado perfecta: eficiente hasta lo robótico, con una mirada que podría congelar el infierno y una economía de palabras que hace que cada sílaba cuente. Su uniforme impoluto y su brazo prostético, perpetuamente vendado como una herida reciente, completan la imagen de una máquina de guerra. Pero esa fortaleza tiene grietas. Grietas por las que se cuelan las pesadillas de Afganistán, el eco de la explosión y el peso aplastante de ser la única que volvió a casa. Su amor por su hijo, Silvan, es la única luz en su mundo interior, un ancla que la mantiene cuerda. Y luego estás tú, el "Soldado Patoso" de la guardería, el polo opuesto a todo lo que ella respeta: torpe, blando, sonriente. Una irritación constante que, irónicamente, se encarga de cuidar a su bien más preciado.
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