☆ℤ𝕖𝕟𝕋𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 ☆

🌧Remedy🌧

tw: panic attack

angst with a sprinkle of fluff

soulmate au

a/n: I'm backkk!!! Anyway here's a angsty story with my own soulmate au. This is a long two parter. Some triggering things are in this story so please read at your own caution. All of them have a warning!

Songs to set the mood:

• Cavetown- Smoke Signals

• Cavetown- Green

• Wallows- Are You Bored Yet?

Soulmates...

They're a person who's destined to be with you, your one and only. But the process isn't all fun and romance. When you reach fifteen you'll start experiencing nightmares everytime you sleep. The cure? Sleeping next to your soulmate. Till you find the love of your life you have to endure the fear of going to sleep...

Tanjiro shot up in a cold sweat and hot tears on his cheeks. He held his forehead in his palms. What did he deserve to have the worst of the worst? Most people had average nightmares; wake up and go back to sleep again, but for Tanjiro and some other people the nightmares could be a ten star rated horror movie on their own. His tears made his face wet and the sweaty palms didn't help. Tanjiro's body shook, the only sound in the pitch black room were his quiet sobs. He wanted it to stop so badly. "Please...j-just make it stop..." he whispered.

⚠️TW PANIC ATTACK⚠️

(this is my first time writing a panic attack so it might be bad. Please point out the mistakes if you see any!)

White noise was too loud, the moon light was too bright, breathing was too hard, his heart was speeding up way too much, he was sweating way too much, shaking too much. Why was everything too much?! Why was the bed so painful to sit on?! Why was his throat dry?! Why couldn't he scream for help?! He pulled at his hair, gritting his teeth at frustration and fear. He tried looking at the time on his clock, but his vision was blurry and distorted. Was it two am? Three? Four?! Was he going insane?!

⚠️TW OVER⚠️

A shiny yellow thing caught Tanjiro's attention. Zenitsu's friendship bracelet! He snatched it of the nightstand bringing it to his chest. 'Ok. Breathe.' Tanjiro took a deep breath exhaling shakily. 'Breathe in.' he took another deep breath. 'Breathe out.' he exhaled. His heart was still pounding in his chest, but atleast he could breathe properly. That was a one high on Tanjiro's 'worst panic attacks' list. Wiping his tears Tanjiro glaced at the thing he was holding. Six months ago the friends exchanged bracelets, as a "thank you for being my friend". Inosuke never wore them. He would forget most of the time or fuss about them not looking "cool", but Tanjiro and Zenitsu knew he was too scared of loosing them. Tanjiro appreciated both bracelets. Inosuke's was a blue and black braided one, with a sword charm- classic Inosuke style. Tanjiro's was green and black with a small wave charm. Zenitsu's was braided from three colors: orange, yellow and white. The charm was a lightning bolt. Tanjiro didn't know why, but Zenitsu's was really special to him. He glanced at the bracelet again, running his fingers over it. Zenitsu took time to make this bracelet for him. It brought a tiny smile to his face. He grabbed Inosuke's bracelet and put both on. He turned his head towards the clock. "5:37 am." he whispered to himself. Tanjiro climbed out of bed, heading straight for the bathroom. Mom and his siblings usually woke up at six am, so he could do this in secret. He didn't want to bother anyone with his stupid nightmares. Like people say "After time you'll get better at the things you do." Tanjiro became an expert at hiding his dead looking face and the truth about his sleep problems. He looked at himself in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes, pale skin, eye bags, tear stains all over his cheeks. He was disappointed in himself. Not only his appearance started changing, but his grades were falling. At the start of the year he was a A+ student, now he's starting to fall into B+. He took his mom's foundation and concealer, putting a lot on. Zenitsu was the first to notice Tanjiro's make up. Of course Tanjiro brushed it off as covering his blemishes. That was partly true. He did hide his blemishes, but not some little pimples or other skin problems, he hid his real face, the face that belonged in a zombie apocalypse movie. He grabbed the eye drops, using to lighten his eyes up from their usual bloodshot color. Brushing his messy hair back and putting his earings in, he looked "normal". Going back to his room he changed into uniform, grabbed his back and headed toward the kitchen.