#unbreakablebond

I have very important Sontails art to share and very little time

I was the first to feel the weight, Of promises made and hands of fate. They poured their dreams into my skin, A tapestry of all they’d been.

Their hopes were stars I tried to reach, Yet each one brought its own new breach. They called me strong, but never knew, The nights I wore the darkest hue.

I held their worries, their silent fears, Wrapped them in smiles, swallowed the tears. I learned to be brave before my time, Stepping back when the bell would chime.

For every dream, I held my breath, Fearful of failure’s heavy depth. Would I meet the mark, would I be enough? Would they see me behind the tough?

The rules were strict, the lines so tight, A fragile girl beneath the fight. But being first meant leading through, When they stumbled, I had to too.

I made mistakes that cut like glass, Their echoes lingered, slow to pass. Yet they would say to those who came, "Be more like her"—and call my name.

So I bit my tongue and swallowed pride, Played the part of the constant guide. I walked the path no one had paved, A trail of doubts I’d never saved.

And when my sisters, brothers fell, I stood tall, a ringing bell. Silent strength they could rely, But oh, how many times I’d cry.

For sometimes I longed to just let go, To drift along where rivers flow. To be the child, to drop the shield, To lay down arms upon the field.

Sometimes really good friends are better than lovers

Celestial girls who reach down my throat and into my lungs Breathing life back into me patiently, methodically

Angel girls who summon supernatural forces to bid revenge Armoured in friendship bracelets and whispered promises Stitching my wounds with rainbow loom

They do not ask for my heart or my hand They already hold it in their palms

"A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost"

Omega's Embrace

In a world where strength was everything, (Y/N) was an anomaly. She was an omega, and not just any omega, but one with an unwavering spirit and a fierce determination. Despite societal norms that dictated omegas should be protected, she was the one doing the protecting.

One fateful day, (Y/N) found herself in the company of two remarkable young boys - Killua and Gon. The moment she saw them, her instincts kicked in, and she felt an overwhelming need to shield and nurture them. They were both alphas, and while that might have intimidated some, it only fueled her desire to care for them.

As they embarked on their adventures, (Y/N) became their steadfast guardian, a silent but unwavering presence. She was always there when they needed her, whether it was to provide first aid, offer comforting words, or just be a listening ear. Killua, in particular, caught her attention. He was a remarkable alpha with a traumatic past, and (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a maternal instinct toward him.

One evening, as they sat by the campfire, Killua turned to (Y/N), his silver eyes filled with curiosity. "You've done so much for us, (Y/N). Why are you so protective of us?"

(Y/N) smiled gently, her omega instincts guiding her words. "It's in my nature, Killua. I can't help but want to protect those I care about. You and Gon are like my pups, and I'll do anything to keep you safe."

Killua was taken aback by her words. He had never experienced this kind of nurturing care before. His own family had been more concerned with his assassin training than his emotional well-being. But (Y/N) was different. She was the mother he had never had.

Over time, Killua grew to appreciate the comfort and warmth (Y/N) provided. He realized that being a mother wasn't about strength or power; it was about love, care, and protection. He started to see her as the embodiment of what a mother should be, and he cherished the bond they shared.

As they continued their journey, (Y/N), Killua, and Gon became an inseparable team. They faced challenges together, and (Y/N) was always there to support and nurture them. And in the process, Killua discovered that a mother's love could be found in the most unexpected places, even in the heart of a protective omega.

One evening, as the group settled in their camp, (Y/N) found herself sitting by the fire with Killua. He had been quiet all day, lost in his thoughts. Sensing that something was troubling him, (Y/N) decided to break the silence.

"Killua, is something bothering you?" she asked, her warm gaze fixed on him.

Killua hesitated for a moment, but he couldn't keep his thoughts to himself any longer. "I've been thinking about what you said, (Y/N). About how you see us as your pups and how you'd do anything to protect us."

(Y/N) nodded, her expression soft and understanding. "That's right, Killua. You and Gon mean a lot to me, and I'll always be here for you."

Killua looked at her, his silver eyes filled with a mix of emotions. "I've never had a real mother, (Y/N). My family... it was never about love or protection. It was always about power and control."

(Y/N) reached out and gently placed a hand on Killua's cheek, her touch tender and reassuring. "I'm so sorry, Killua. No child should ever have to go through what you did."

Killua leaned into her touch, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You know, (Y/N), when you said you saw us as your pups, it made me realize what a mother is supposed to be. It's not about power or control; it's about love and protection. And I'm grateful to have you as my... as my mother."

(Y/N)'s heart swelled with love and warmth. She wrapped her arms around Killua, embracing him like a true mother would. "I'm grateful to have you as my pup, Killua. And I promise to protect you with all the love in my heart."

In that moment, as the stars twinkled above and the campfire crackled, (Y/N) and Killua shared a heartfelt mother-son embrace. It was a precious moment that neither of them would ever forget, a testament to the unbreakable bond that had formed between them.

Their journey continued, but now it was enriched by a deeper understanding and love. And as they faced the challenges of their world together, (Y/N) and Killua knew that they had found in each other the family and love they had both been searching for all along.

Two sorrows engage in combat in the center, as everything smolders around them and cause magical bruises. Time doesn't constrict this promise--to have fireflies spin in a frenzied twist, guarding the pathway towards paradise; a bridge towards the beginning and the end only relies on us.

The evergreen pines pass through my hand--a hidden promise to keep everything at bay with its woodsy scent and spindly will. I balance my silence against your loneliness, cradled in between fantasy and reality, juxtaposed in different poles without shattering.

To say goodbye here is forbidden-- the red thread sustains itself with every exchange, every footstep, every demon conquered, crawling out of the creek like caterpillars. Butterflies will christen this place, as their iridescence expands our kingdom to the tundra, turning moss into roses.

But they always meet the flame and challenge it, just as you waded across the sea, and contested it with your embrace.

I call out your name, so I could summon the horses from the steppe, and traverse across it to grab your hand and disappear through the lilacs. But you're little more than a sunbeam-- touched by warmth, not by form. A shadow is enough to take you away, and I enter deeper in its malestrom to retrieve it.