When You Realize The Lyrics Of This Song Is Nothing But Them Asking For More Time Together.

Beautiful Cruel World

Soooo. JJK has got me in my feels. And after some going back and forth with @goth-mami-writer, this angst filled minific was born. Enjoy!

Spoilers! Proceed with Caution!

Summary: Nanami sees more than just the beach during his final moments

Every step is pain. The air against his melted skin stings, making the exposed muscles throb in time with his heart beat. Nanami Kento focuses on putting one step in front of the other. He needs to keep going. Needs to make sure the others survive. But he is so tired. His entire body aches, but the lack of vision from his left eye is the worst. 

Kento feels off balance, and he breathes deep to focus on his footing. He can't fall now. Not when he still breathes. 

“Malaysia,” he rumbles, and fuck. Even that hurts, but he pushes on, mind elsewhere instead of the cold steel walls of the train station. A beach, with blue water and white sand. Horribly reminiscent of the Domain he'd just escaped from. Nanami thinks morbidly. 

His ears pick up the disgusting sounds of Curses and transfiguration humans. He can't bring himself to feel anything for the tortured souls, not now. Not when all he can feel is agony. He focuses back on white sand and crashing waves. 

Nanami Kento’s body moves on instinct, fighting his way through the hoard of disfigured bodies that called out for help. His mind was elsewhere, far away on that beach in Malaysia. 

Kento crouches, splashing the water with a soft smile. It feels wonderful against his skin. His jacket is discarded to the sand shore, and he steps further into the ocean despite his shoes and socks still on. He feels free for the first time in what feels like ages. 

“Kento.”

The blonde freezes, eyes opening and mouth dropping as his dream suddenly becomes a nightmare. He can feel the gentle splash of another body joining him in the ocean, but he doesn't dare turn around. Nanami couldn't bear to face the one he loved. 

The ghostly touch of two hands comes to rest upon his shoulders, and he tenses at the touch. As much as he wants to, he doesn't resist the soft pressure, and soon, he is gazing up at you. 

You smile down at him, soft and full of devotion just like usual. One hand carefully slides across his face and into his hair, “Kento,” you whisper, and the man breaks. 

“My love, please forgive me,” His voice, always strong and reassuring, cracks in his anguish. He would never see you again. Your radiant beauty and the soft touch of your hand when you welcome him home after a long mission. The thought crushes him more than anything else up to this point, and Nanami finds himself clutching at your visage. 

“There was nothing that I could have done. Forgive me for leaving you in this cruel world,” he begs and drops his head, brow resting upon your stomach as he kneels in the water. 

Your hands tighten in his hair and gently bring his face up and away from your body. You look at him, eyes knowing and understanding, and Kento knows then that you will never blame him for his failure. That like every other time he has come to you, broken and bleeding, you would whisper how strong he is, how much of a hero he was to continue this dangerous life. 

“I can't change the choices I have made to bring us here, but I can apologize for how unfair this outcome is for you,” Nanami murmurs, voice soft and full of love only for the one person who brought so much light into his dangerous life, “I'm sorry, my love.” 

Nanami Kento opens his eyes to the phantom of his dead best friend, ears picking up the sounds of frantic footsteps. He turns his good side and smiles softly at the sight of the pinkett. 

“Itadori Yuuji,” Kento says loud enough for the teenager to hear him, “You take it from here.” 

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Currently watching Mushishi , love how the story flows . Every episode of it has something to say .

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Dream Confessing His Love To You Would Include...

Thank you so much for all of the sweet comments on my Dream falling in love with you headcanons!!! This is a follow up set to those, and then I’m going to do some dating headcanons once I finish the series to complete the set <3

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(I do not own the Sandman or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @tennant.)

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Hello again my pathetic paper towel mopey eyeliner fool whom I adore, I hope you’re ready to finally feel something in that stupid ass heart of yours ‘cause I sure am (all typed with affection.)

The rippled marble doors of the throne room slammed shut behind Morpheus, and he immediately felt lost. He didn’t know where to start. Didn’t understand where he could start. Not with the punch he felt in his gut, doubling him over with every step. The thundering in his ears, pounding into his skull as if the world were collapsing down on him in shattering shards of glass. The pain in his heart, as if Lucifer had pierced their arm through his chest and began squeezing their fist. He was so unused to the feeling, the ache, the desolation and despair and desire of love, that they hounded him as he walked through his empty halls like a shadowed ghost. Its footsteps were in rhythm with his, and yet as much a stranger to himself as the waking world defied dreams.

Before he had time to choke back down his heart; to file away such foolish, damning nonsense as the ideals of love into the abysses of his mind, the toes of his boots reached over the edge of his dock. He was lost in the cold mists that bit his face, for a moment, until the sight of a diamond tear dripping into the wallowing tides brought him back to himself. Although his stricken face would never give away the anguish he was feeling inside, a soft cough from a following Lucienne was all the note he needed to realise that she understood completely. 

This was something he must do, unless he be torn apart from the inside out. Lest he be ravished and flurried into a whirlwind of sand and dust just by the mere thought of you.

The last thing he heard, as he reached slender fingers down into the murky depths and swept them away in search of you, was Lucienne’s concerned voice. ‘Take care, my Lord. The Realm may be able to manage two majesties… but it will not be able to manage without any. Take care. Don’t let yourself be swept away again.’

It was far too late for that. As Lucienne brushed down her tailcoat, and took one last peering look down at the water, she sighed to herself and wandered back to the palace. With each step, she became more and more resigned to the fact that she may face another lifetime or two here, with nothing but empty shelves and crumbled walls for company.

It takes Dream even less time to find you. He stalks through long stalks of wheat, black coat draped across his shoulders to save his pale face from the burning gold sun. Even though you don’t understand who he is yet, you can picture him clear as day in your mind. Even as you sit, watching over the rolling hills on a bough of an orange tree, the sight of Dream wandering over the land makes you laugh. He sticks out like a straw scarecrow, the birds following him and pecking at his feet as he glides over the mud. He seeks you, even though he can’t see you; a pull at his heart pulls him forward into the harsh burn of the daylight. 

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