#enough crying enough consolation hugging where's my apology only for it to not be accepted and things to be fucking over
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every single fictional character i like should split and have mood swings like me. "ohhhhh but it's not canotical" "ohh they have good control over their emotions and stable views on the world" i don't fucking care. i see cq in his fake desert i see klavier's control dialogue i see dahlia and her serial murders and komaeda and the gun literally fuck with me right now. we need to stop being cowards about our fictional character headcanons i think everyone should kill people always because i can't
#neg#omg am i having an episode right now is this episode coded is that what we're doing oh my God should we tell all your friends#should we call the president oh my God mare is having an episode right now guys don't freak but it's finally happening aaaahhh#we've been waiting forever but our queen's finally back she's having an episode oh my God we stan like crazy oh my God i'm calling everyone#can we have a cake at the episode tell me we're having cake at the episode i'm buying a cake it's official girls oh my God AAAH#she's so crazy LOVEEE her. oh my God!!!#anyway i think my blond bitch rockstar fave should get to kill the titular character!#sorry i hate the fucking name censoring in tags i'm trying to ween off of it cause it's like not accessible tee bee aych#but like i need to speak my truth so we're doing epithets#he should literally get to kill him and rip his carpet up WHY DOES NOBODY TALK ABT IT#they all make him cry or whatever this isn't the right blog for this but i've got images okay#enough crying enough consolation hugging where's my apology only for it to not be accepted and things to be fucking over#where's MY catharsis you know. this barbie needs catharsis!#i'm super light headed i should super stop posting but like who am i going to text in these conditions#the answer is nobody nobody wants to text my phone like they can blow it up it's fine w/e#i'd make instagram stories but it'll be like a whole thing and they'll report me again for mental illness#i'm going to stop apologizing for having breakdowns publicly actually. if you were like this you would too.#actually maybe you wouldn't because you'd be soooo well adjusted well i'm a weak bitch like actually#and my bones are fucking breaking right now so i'm gonna tell everyone about it <3#i licherally don't want to damage public property now and by that i mean my room LMAOOOO#this is nawt public property but the paints so nice
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Brothers' children go to school for the first time
This has humor fluff and little angst(or I believe so in Levi's part lol)
Lucifer:
*He knows his daughter has to go to school, can't keep her homeschooled, as much as he's against the idea of separating himself from his child, but after some convinving from Diavolo about enrolling Lucille and the other children in the new RAD Kindergarten that he has built as an addition, he finally relents.
*He's still bitter about it, Lucille has spent her first five years with him. Let's not mention that Lucifer is very possessive father and the idea of sharing his daughter with another teacher that he doesn't know, doesn't work well with him.
*He crouches down in one knee to see Lucille eye to eye, when they finally arrive the kindergarten, sighing.
"Lucille, today you will be going to school. It will be only for a short time and we will see each other again during the middle day... so if you want to cry-"
"Goodbye, Papa. I'm ready to go to my class."
*The small demoness cuts off her father and gives him a quick hug before she carries her lunch box and her backpack all proudly to her class.
*There she goes. His pride and joy walking inside the door... why does he feel his eyes wet? Is he crying?! No way! No. Prideful demon regains his composture and stands up proud.
"Be a good girl. I love you."
*The other brothers have to see Lucifer all restless and jittery back at the House of Lamentation, thinking that Lucille might finally be crying for him and that needs to be there for her. No parent likes to be away from their child for so much.
*When Lucille gets back, bombards her with questions about how her day was, if other children made her cry, he'll go personally tomorrow there and will teach them a lesson. He's not lying there. So Lucille has to deal with a very helicopter dad the rest of the day.
Mammon:
*What? Why should his little son go to school so young?! He's so against it will fight whoever tries to separate him from HIS son. But Lucifer buds in and explains him that it's not a choice he should make, his son needs education outside home. So he has no other choice but to accept the fact that he has to be away from Junior.
"Junior, I didn't want this to happen. But son, you must go there for a few hours... we must separate for a bit. But don't worry, daddy will get you the biggest ice cream after school!"
"D-Daddy, I must go from you?"
*Dear gosh, when Junior's eyes start to well up with tears at being away from his father, Mammon loses it and holds his boy tightly possessively.
"No. No. NO. No, son. You and I will go to the casino and get ice cream together-"
"Mammon?"
*Of course Lucifer won't allow that, he understand the feeling of emptiness without a child, but he has to make sure Mammon doesn't actually make Junior skip school.
*Junior is taken away by the nannies of the kindergarten, as he sees his daddy for the last time(at least for the next few hours) with tears in his eyes.
"Bye-bye, Daddy...."
"JUNIOR!!!!!"
*Lucifer now has to hold a wailing Mammon who struggles to get to his little boy as he sees him being led inside the classroom. It surely will be a long day because Mammon is crying so hard and trying to get Junior back. In the end he hangs Mammon up from the ceiling to prevent him from going to the kindergarten until the calsses are done. Then he's let down and when Junior comes running to him, he picks him up and holds him back protectively, sobbing.
"O-oh, Junior, o-oh, my son!"
Leviathan:
*If you think this dad will accept by choice to let his daughter go away from him, then you're so wrong. Oh ho, in his demon form he threatens to summon Lotan forward while he holds Leviosa in arms.
"Don't think I will leave my daughter to strangers. She IS MY daughter!"
*Of course after a threat from Lucifer to throw his mangas and games, along with consoles in the fireplace to watch them burn, he quickly wises up and ighs in defeat, his little daughter has to go from him.
"I'm so sorry, 'Osa... you have to go to school."
"N-o-o-o-ooo! I don't wanna, I don't wanna, Daddy!"
*Oh sweet Rurichan, he's not prepared to see his little one cling from him and crying loudly. He sniffles and cries with Leviosa as he hugs them to his chest.
"I a-also don't wanna leave you, 'Osa!"
*The both of them throw a scene and everyone's watching at them cry and lament their departure. Lucifer has to forcefully detach Leviosa from Levi, handing her over to a nanny and apologizing for the scandal. He has to hug Levi tightly and try to reassure him that he'll see his child again in a few hours.
*When school's over, Levi practically zooms over and snatches away Leviosa from the nanny and hugs her protectively, checking her all around and threatening to summon Lotan forward to destroy this school if harm was placed upon his daughter. After the first day, Lucifer has to take Leviosa himself to school and keep Levi locked in his room because dear Diavolo, he always threathens to pull Lotan to it.
Satan:
*Sending Sandy to school when he, himself can teach her all what he knows. Stupid. Utter stupidity, he's more wrathful and dangerous.
"I'm not sending Sandy away, Lucifer. You cannot make me."
*After a confrontation between Satan and Lucifer, in the end Lucifer wins and Satan reluctantly accepts to take his daughter to school. Still thinking this idea is stupid, he doesn't want strangers to teach his child when he knows everything to pepper her little smart brain instead of another demon.
"Listen to me, Sandy, today you have to go to school and stay away from me for a little while... be good and don't let other brats bully you. You can beat them up-"
"Satan."
*Of course that wasn't a good advice to give a child. So Satan just let Sandy walk calmly to her class. She was like Lucille who didn't start crying when being led to the classroom, the two of them are really mature for their ages.
*Satan reads the whole morning, but can't help but wonder what his daughter is doing at this time and if he should go check. Absolutely goes to check on her, when Lucifer is busy with holding crying Levi tightly.
"Dad? What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you and how you were doing, is it enjoyable or boring?"
"I like it. I can read more here!"
*Pleased with her answer, Satan nods at her with a gentle smile and pats her head, letting her back to class. Stays for the reminder of the school day and gets Sandy with him to the library to get a new book.
Asmodeus:
*Well school is handy when he wants to go to party and can't take his son with him. So with no problem he accepts this and enrolls Cosmo in school with his brothers and their kids.
*Dresses Cosmo in the most elegant and fashionable clothes, so he can be the star of the classroom.
"You look fabulous, my son! Surely you will be the star, don't stop saying that you're the most beautiful! No other child can measure up to your own beauty."
*Cosmo's as narcissistic as his dad so he smiles brightly when he's praised and told this stuff.
"Of course, Daddy dear, I am beautiful just like you and nobody else will match to me. I am the king of beauty!"
*Asmo is really sure about it and hugs his son goodbye. At least Lucifer didn't have to intervene and make Asmo let Cosmo go inside. Asmo goes to party and finds out that this is a party where parents and kids can go but Cosmo was left behind in school, so he sulks the whole party, realizing that he misses his son quite a lot.
*First party that he isn't enjoying at all, checks his D.D.D every second and wonders how his boy is doing. When it is time to get Cosmo back he runs to the kindergarten and sees him covered in golden star stickers.
"See, Daddy dear? I told you I'm beautiful and the teacher gave me all these stickers!"
"Good job, son! I'm so proud of you!"
Beelzebub:
*Sad face. He has to be apart from his little Berith. He doesn't objects and goes with a grim look on his face, holding his boy's hand to the entrance of the school.
"My son, I have to leave you here. Go learn and make new friends."
"Are you ok, Daddy?"
*Berith isn't the one who cries at being away, Beel is crying and wiping at his eyes for he doesn't really wants to say goodbye to his boy and leave him here.
"Yes... I will be. I just don't want to go away from you...."
"Oh, Daddy, it'll be only for a bit."
*Berith hugs his father for abit, but Beel keeps hugging him for more minutes than he's expected too. Until Lucifer gently tells him that he should let Berith go and he obliges, much to his oldest brother's relief. Berith takes his huge lunch box full with lots of food with him going inside his class.
*Beel is left with sadness as he returns home and isn't even hungry, doesn't feel the same when his boy isn't with him, so he sighs. Belphie, comforts him with reassurances that he'll see Berith soon enough.
*When seeing his boy again, he's happy again and takes Berith to McDevil's to get a huge burger and many other food.
Belphegor:
*Well, is he's honest with himself, he loves his twins but he also likes to sleep all morning, so school really is useful in this case. He agrees with not much reluctance.
*It's pretty early in the morning, he's trying his best to not doze off as he walks his twins to the school entrance. He's too sleepy that his words tangle alltogether and he ends up saying something different from what he actually meant to say.
"*yawn* Alright boys... remember this: Drink your school... stay in sleep, don't do milk.... and get eight hours of drugs..."
*Beliel and Beleth grin and nod yes at their father, walking inside the classroom. Lucifer frowns deeply, that's not what Belphie meant to say, so he has to go after those little rascals as quickly as possible and explain to them that their father was just too sleepy to speak coherently.
*Belphie just sleeps throughout the time the twins are in school, not really waking or getting sad because they're away. And before he knows, his twins are napping next to him as Beel has brought them to him, knowing Belphie would still be sleeing to get them himself.
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me swd#swd obey me#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#headcanons#parenting headcanons#demon bros as papas
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Only You- Rowaelin
A Rowaelin fanfic, set if Aelin’s parents had lived and she had met Rowan under normal circumstances, if Erawan and Maeve weren’t threats. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter Four ~ Chapter Six
Chapter Five: Fire and Ice
Aelin woke the next morning feeling surprisingly light. Her mind wasn’t weighed down with Sam, or with court politics… or even the fact that her mate was here. No. She woke and was excited for the day.
She bounded out of bed before the maids had arrived in her rooms and quickly washed and dressed herself. She hadn’t bothered with fancy clothes, she had picked out a simple tunic and pants. If she was training with Rowan then she wanted to be practical.
She didn’t waste time with going to the dining hall, Orlon and her parents already seated and sipping their tea. None of them said a word as she sat at the table and piled her plate with pastries. The silence did not last long as her father finally put his tea down and looked towards her.
“We should talk about what happened yesterday, Aelin.” Her mother gave her a smile of apology.
“We already did.” She shrugged, her excitement turning into something that felt a lot like dread.
“We never discussed a way forward. How we will deal with your mating and—“
“I appreciate your concern, but this is something that I need to navigate on my own. I will keep you updated on things you need to know, but let me do this by myself.” Her parents looked to each other, Orlon still chewing on his breakfast. “I am old enough to look after myself.” She smiled softly at her parents, her mother looking like she might cry.
“If it’s any consolation Aelin, I think Rowan Whitethorn would make a delightful King consort.” Orlon grinned, knowing his words would ruffle her.
“On that note, I’m going to the training ground. I will speak with you all later.” She snatched a couple of pastries from her plate and left, stopping to say good morning to a few people as she did.
She had made it all of ten steps when Aedion fell into a walk beside her. “So you have a mate?”
“Don’t you have somewhere else to be, Aedion? Like tormenting Lysandra or dealing with stuffy royals.” She kept walking straight, down the steps and into the crisp morning air.
“I believe stuffy royal duties don’t start for another hour.”
She huffed.
“Are you really not going to talk about it?”
“Theres nothing to talk about.” She spotted the stone archway that led to the training ground, the spot thankfully empty of any prying eyes.
“So I shouldn’t start making banners for your mating ceremony?”
She glared at Aedion who was smiling from ear to ear. He knew exactly how ro rub her the wrong way. “Stay out of it Aedion. When I want to talk about it, I will.”
He put his hands up in surrender, retreating a few steps. “I just want to make sure my cousin is okay; you can’t get angry at me for that.” He turned back towards the palace, his golden hair glowing in the sunlight. “Let me know if I need to have words with him.” She watched as he retreated back into the castle, no doubt to update her parents.
She continued the short walk to the training ground and immediately spotted Rowan on the far side. He was dressed similar to herself, plain white tunic and pants that she couldn’t help but notice hugged his thighs spectacularly. And though neither of them had accepted the bond, she could feel the pull of him. The way her body and soul was drawn to the silver-haired male. She hadn’t even got half away across the grounds when he looked up and gave her a smile that may have affected her more than she wished to admit.
As she approached she got a whiff of his scent and she shivered at the smell. Pine and snow.
The smell of Terrasen.
She struggled to find words as she stopped before him. But she managed a smile and he returned it with his own.
“I didn’t know the extent of your abilities so I thought maybe we could start out simple. Just throw our magic at each other and shield?” She nodded and they took their places in the middle the courtyard. She summoned her flame into her hands and Rowan looked pleasantly surprised as she pushed the flame forward, towards him. It bounced right off his shield and the flame flickered out as he suffocated it with his magic. He sent daggers of ice at her next, she barely had time to summon a shield as they smacked into it and tendrils of steam floated up as they hit the shimmering shield.
Fire and ice. It was poetic in a way, two opposites bound together by fate.
They continued sparring until Aelin could feel the tug of a burnout. It never took much, but she always knew when to stop. Rowan sensed her imminent burnout too and halted his spear of ice. A cool breeze— curtesy of Rowan she realised— blew around the courtyard, cooling the fire in her veins.
“For someone who claims to be trained, your burnout came on fast.” He went to the small fountain and splashed water over his face, the droplets running down his neck, further, she had to turn away before he noticed a shift in her scent. From the subtle cough from Rowan, she knew he had probably already done so. “You have some control over the fire, but you need to be quicker. The shields are too slow to appear and too weak to really defend yourself.”
“Good thing I don’t actually need to defend myself.” She strutted over to the same fountain and copied his movements. Splashing some water on her face and arms. “I only use my fire for practical purposes.” It was Rowan’s turn to turn away she noted with a smug smile. He recovered quickly and looked to her once again.
“You always need to know how to defend yourself.”
“Terrasen hasn’t seen a war in hundreds of years.”
“War isn’t the only time you might need to defend yourself. What if you are attacked whilst out riding, or in the city, or—“
“I get your point.” Aelin perched on the bench and watched as Rowan stretched. “I suppose you’ll have to teach me then.” She had enjoyed their training this morning, it had been easy and almost natural falling into the sparring. Their magic had danced around each other, had sung to the other. And if she was being honest, she had enjoyed his company.
Rowan continued his stretching as he replied. “I’ll be here every morning. We can practice then.”
And they did. For the next week Aelin and Rowan would meet by the archway and they would train for two hours each morning. Neither said much, but it was comfortable. They had slipped into the routine easily. Some mornings Aedion would watch, sometimes Rowan’s cousins would spar alongside them, other times it was just the two of them. It was the only time they had really spent together alone. She had made a point to avoid any chaperoned walks or rides or whatever her father was deeming appropriate. She didn’t need the eyes of guards and her parents watching her every move with Rowan.
On the second day of training they had ended up in the morning room, where they had drunk tea and discussed their lives; they never went too deep, but she liked the way Rowan told stories, she liked hearing his voice and how his eyes would brighten when he talked about his friends in Doranelle. Conversation seemed to flow easy with them. And every day they spent together, the tug she felt got stronger.
Despite their new routine, they had never spent much time outside the palace, or at least anywhere that would allow them to be completely alone. Which is why, when Rowan had knocked on her door that evening asking if she would like to go for a walk, she agreed.
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DREAM💃💫
Mich Delavega’s ambition is to be a dancer, but her father has refused to support her for no apparent reason. Is she willing to take a chance? Did she carry on with her aspirations despite her father’s disapproval? Was she brave enough to fight for what she truly desired?
I’m strolling slowly down the corridor, thinking about what happened the day before. Dad and I got into an argument over what I wanted, and when he found out that I was secretly competing in a dance competition, he was upset and demanded me to stop. It’s strange until he brings up the matter of my cousin’s accident. What a pitiful excuse, yet it’s true.
Danica was the first person I met. It’s just me and my one and only best pal. She greeted me with a grin and handed me a piece of paper. It’s a Dance Battle Poster for our Students Days
Flashback
I’m looking forward to coming back home. Danica and I attended a competition altogether. This is our sixth win in this competition; we always enter but keep it a secret from Dad because if he finds out, he will be furious. Dancing is really something he despises. I’m not sure why, but it began when I begged with Dad to enroll me in a dance class. He encouraged me to stop, but I’m a stubborn person, and then there was an accident because my cousin was causing difficulty because of the dance, and my father became upset, as if she was cursing the dance for the rest of his life.
As I arrived home, I found my mother watching TV on the couch and my father reading the newspaper when I opened the door. I approach them from behind and give them a kiss on their cheeks.
When I saw the diploma, prize, and tape of my dance practice and competition, my eyes widened.
“Tell me, what is this Mich Delavega!”
My father was constantly yelling. I put my hands over my ears and close them. I’m terrified.
“How long? 3 years? Did you just spend all of my money on dancing?”
While I was crying, my mother sat next to me and embraced me so tightly. Why was Dad acting so strangely? In my head, I said.
End of flashback
That day has stayed with me to this day. I’m in the library at my school. I’m pursuing BSBA since it’s what my father wants me to do. They are businessmen/women, and I am the next in line to become our company’s CEO.
After a few hours, school was over. We were both eager to go home, so I got to work right away. Danica, on the other hand, interrupted me. She invites me to join her in a studio with her.
We don’t need to drive because Jigs Studio is close to our school. We arrived at the studio’s entrance. When I hear music blaring, my heart jumps. It really is as if it’s encouraging me to move, sway, and enjoy the beat. I smile quietly at myself.
I’m really looking forward to the battle. I can’t seem to stop grinning. This is my dream, which my father has thwarted.
The competition was about to start when we found a seat.
“Hello there, everyone! Thank you for attending this battle. I know you’re all excited to see this, so let’s get this fight started between Black mamba and Higher kids!!!!” The host said
And we’re all clapping, and I can hear some audience members shouting from every nook and cranny of the studio. In a few moments, the two contestants will be here, facing each other. Each contender will showcase their moves on the platform in the first round. In round two, they choose one member to defy their group and battle against the other, and in round three, one of the audience members will perform the song that they have picked.
We’ve been through much too much. Danica and I had a good time during the match. When I returned home, I found my mother seated on our couch, watching television.
“Hello, mom,” I said, smiling.
“What’s the matter with you? Are you all right?” My mum replied casually
“Mom, I’m fine. By the way, I need to get some sleep.”
I went to my room, changed into my pajamas, and fell asleep in my bed.
I awakened the next morning with a playful smirk on my face. Today I’m in such a great mood. I get out of bed and begin my morning routine.
I excitedly entered our kitchen, and while I ate my breakfast, mom noticed me and kissed me on the cheeks.
I finished my meal and went to see my father. I need to tell him something when I’m in the backyard, I smell some burning plastic. I walked to where it came from and my jaw dropped when I saw my things get burnt.
"Daddddddddddd!”
I raced up to him and tried to stop him, but it was too late; my possessions had went up in flames. While observing the fire, I slam myself on the grass. When the fires are all out, I stare angrily at my father.
"You deserve it. This is your punishment."
"What do you mean Dad?! I’m not sure why you feel that way and you need to burn my stuffs, which were extremely valuable to me!”
I cried as I ran inside our home.
Mom came in my room to console me. When she saw my sad face, she looked so sorrowful.
“You’re aware of how much I cherish you. You are my daughter. You grew up beside me. I fell madly in love with those beautiful eyes the first time I saw you. Even though it was difficult for me to accept those gorgeous eyes, I did so because I believe that if I put my hand on you, you’d be mine. You are going to be my daughter. She cried as she stated it.
"Why are you bringing this up now, Mom?” As I stated earlier
Moms, like dads, have an odd habit of saying gibberish.
“Sweetheart I’m not your biological mother.”
“You can’t play at me like that, mom, I’m not a fool.”
“Please accept my apologies.”
When she apologizes, I take a serious expression on my face. Is this true? Is this a dream? If that’s the case, kindly wake me up. I despise these feeling. I turned to face my mother, who was sobbing in front of me. A lot of people were staring at us as well. To grab her attention, I mimic a cough.
“What is her name? What is the name of my mother?”
“Your mother Mich is your father’s first wife.”
“Is that my father’s explanation? Why is he putting pressure on me to give up my ambition of becoming a dancer?” Mom gave me a nod as I spoke.
Dad walked on me and looked me in the eyes.
“She is, she’s your mother. That is why I do not want you to pursue a career as a dancer. That dream will destroy you, as well as our family. "My father’s eyes welled up with tears as he spoke.
It was the first time I had ever seen him cry. "Is it a lot of pain?” In my head, I asked.
“Your mother abandoned us. She had only just given birth and had already departed. She is unconcerned about us. She is more dedicated to her passion than the rest of us, and I don’t want you to follow in her footsteps. That’s why I’m putting a halt to you.
"Dad embraced me and grabbed my shoulder.”
"Can you put your faith in me, Dad? I will never abandon you, father, as she did.” I said this while gazing him in the eyes. He turned around to avoid looking at me.
I take my father’s hand in mine. While I’m face the ground, he glances at me.
“I apologize for not being a good parent to you. I’m sorry that I’ve gotten selfish since I’m a useless father. I let you show me what you were passionate about.”
“Do your best,” he added as he walked away.
“I’ll make my dad proud!” I said
Tomorrow morning, I arrived at Danica’s house, we agreed to enter a dance competition. All I know is that I want to impress my family, so Danica and I put in a lot of preparation and effort before the competition, and it is quite difficult for us.
The competition will begin in three weeks. We’re both exhausted, but we’re having a great time.
Danica and I are both excited and worried on the day of the completion. Our names are called by the presenter after several hours, and we confidently walk up to the stage.
I began to sexily dance in a chair. It’s wonderful. Dance made me feel strong, seductive, and fearless! There’s something about dancing in a new and vulnerable way in my heart that makes me happy. To be honest, when I did chair dance, I felt like an acrobatic goddess.
Danica moves sexily in the chair as well, lowering her upper body to the seat and slowly lifting her feet off the floor until her legs are in the air. She pauses for a second to catch her breath before smiling.
We ended the song by posing beautifully in front of a lot of people clapping on us. We smiled and hugged each other.
“We made it!” I whisper
In the end, we succeeded. We’re ecstatic because this is the first time I’ve ever danced in front of many audience, and my father is seeing me perform live.
We’re still here to thank everyone in the crowd and the judges, even though the program is ended.
In back stage, I saw my family.
“Mom! Dad!” I shouted something and dashed over to hug them.
“You did a great job, sweetheart,” my mother replied, beaming.
I fixed my gaze on my father. Before we departed, he gave Danica and me a bunch of flowers and congratulated us.
When we came home, I went straight to my room to rest, and then my father called me. I take a few steps forward and open the door.
“Hello, Dad!” He smiled at me and instructed me to be in my room.
He handed me a medium-sized box and added, “I forgot to give this to you.” I’m happy for you. This should be kept.
“Thank you, Dad!” I said
I was shocked when I found a necklace and key, as well as a camera and two papers. I take the key first and turn to face my father.
“I bought one of the studios near our house,” he continued, “so you and Danica can practice there.”
“I know you wanted to go to a dancing school when you were younger, but I’m not permitting it; nonetheless, I believe it’s not too late to join you, right?!” I hugged him tightly and cried.
“Thank you dad, you made me happy. Thank you so much! I promise you I will work hard to make you proud. ”
“You don’t need to work hard to make me proud because right now I’m so proud of you.”
We smiled and hugged one other passionately.
I run into a lot of challenges in this world as a result of pursuing my dream. Nothing can readily obtain it. Before we can get what we really want, we need to go through the needle hole. We must be strong and confident, but we must also remember to smile. To all of us, Dream is really significant because it leads to success. So keep dreaming and, if you truly want something, take a chance, even if it seems impossible. I am Mich Delavega, A Business Woman and a Professional Dancer.
- peachy k. 🍑
June 10, 2021
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Journey Away From Home...Forever
Prompt: Traitors | A03 link here | Connect with me on Twitter. Happy SS Month everyone! 🌸🍅🥗 @ssskmonth
Before we start, I would like to ask you to play your most heartbreaking song. Because this one's a what-if/a could-have-been, and it's not endgame sasusaku. When I was writing this, I looped Taylor Swift's the 1.
“I’m sorry,” Sasuke said as she healed his and Naruto’s wounds, their arms already cut in half and missing. Her face was a canvas of worry and tears had started to pool in her eyes, but she held strong despite this and focused her chakra on stopping their major blood loss. So far from the Sakura he had known.
“For what?” She asked through her strained voice.
“For everything.” Her eyes met his and he knew, somehow, that he was already forgiven long before he even uttered his apology. Ah, it was the same Sakura, the same loving, accepting, open-arms-welcoming cherry pink-haired Sakura, the only girl he ever truly looked at and the few ones he cherished the closest.
The tears started to roll on her cheeks just as she finished healing them, and it caught him off guard all of a sudden – the way Naruto reached out to wipe one side of her cheek and the subtle way she leaned into his touch. Sasuke looked away, his eyes finding Kakashi, and his former teacher’s expression basically gave it all away.
Sakura was in love with Naruto, and he with her, as it has been from the start.
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He recuperated the whole week in the same room as his best friend, and this brought him back to old times except that he was missing the peeled apples on his bedside. If it was any consolation, she treated them equally during routine checkups with Tsunade and Shizune and during measurements for their artificial arms.
But she visited Naruto alone one night when it was already nearing dawn and the curtains were drawn between their beds. He saw her silhouette with her hand on his head and she leaned down for what seemed like a kiss, and a slight pang engulfed his being. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but it felt just as painful as the flames of amaterasu. He never knew what happened after as he tossed the other way, sparing himself the sight of her.
He missed the peeled apples on his bedside.
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It was the first time he was alone with her, and it was a sad sight really – he was in a hospital gown with hair that already reached his shoulders while she looked immaculate. The white robes fit her perfectly, her hair tied up in a bun, the diamond seal on her forehead, and the glint of a silver band on her ring finger. Again with the unfamiliar pang.
“How’s the arm?” Her jade eyes looked at him expectantly.
Further inside his layers of emotions was a dormant beast kept in a large cage to freely sleep or roam until it decided to wake up. The noise was loud, banging inside the walls of his façade. Was it anger? Was it the urge to yell at Sakura and ask why she didn’t wait for him? Was it directed at him for wasting too much time and for being a coward right now?
Yes, he was stupid. He tried to kill her, and he was a traitor. He left her when she asked him to take her – twice. Yes, he was stupid to ask the questions he knew the answers to.
Sasuke moved the artificial arm for her. “Not quite fit, I think.”
Sakura softly removed the contraption, her fingers accidentally touching his skin, and maybe if they lingered a second more, he would have grabbed her and just held her with time suspended. But he didn’t, he remained unmoving, watching as her brows furrowed, and as she mumbled to herself while checking the computations on the board.
That same afternoon, he slipped out of the hospital, only to be greeted by Naruto at the gate who was ironically still in his hospital gown. “And where are you going?”
“You need a group of anbu to stop me,” Sasuke replied. He didn’t have anything with him, nothing of importance, and so he was ready to go and disappear.
“I would be enough this time.” The blonde smugly beckoned him over to a bench. “I need to tell you something.”
Sasuke sighed as he slid into the space beside him. “I already know so spare me the details.”
Naruto chuckled to himself, shy but proud at the same time, and then he stuttered over his next sentences. “Well, is it all right with you? I mean – you had history and all.”
Sasuke shrugged, not remembering any good moments, except for the time when she stopped Orochimaru’s curse at the Forest of Death…..when she prepared rice balls for him in their early genin days and she used sugar instead of salt….when she made reckless decisions to protect him during their missions….when she summoned him from the other dimension during the war and slumped against his embrace. “We don’t have history. We don’t have that kind of bond. She has that already - with you.”
Naruto sincerely looked at him, probably looking for slight indication of emotions contrary to what he said, but Sasuke knew that his friend already knew.
Thankfully, Naruto didn’t press. “It just happened. Maybe it was the void you left and the sadness we both felt. I hope you didn’t feel like I betrayed you.”
“Naruto,” Sasuke stopped him. “Just promise me one thing. Please protect her happiness.”
“You dumbass. I know that already.”
“You’re the dumbass.”
“Quite the dramatic. Tell that to her yourself, you idiot. Are you afraid you’re gonna cry?”
“Do you want me to pulverize you? Shamelessly flirting in front of me. I can try and kill you again.”
“Please, we’re not starting another war because of a girl!”
An amusing arm wrestling ensued on that bench, followed by laughter and further jostling.
“We love her that much, huh?” Naruto asked aloud.
“Hmm.” Sasuke agreed, letting the wind carry the unspoken words to its recipient. Yeah, I love her that much.
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“When you walk out of here, you know you cannot go back, right?” Kakashi asked, arms crossed in front his chest. Sasuke heard he was gonna be the next Hokage. “From here on out, Uchiha will be listed as terrorists and a step inside Konahagakure will mean death.”
“Lord Sixth,” he tried the name. “That suits you, Kakashi-sensei.” Sasuke smirked at him one last time before walking away from the village’s gates.
“Are you sorry I’m the only one seeing you, kid?” Kakashi called out, but Sasuke just waved his hand.
“Sasuke!” Her voice rang out in the expanse of space, and for a moment, he heard the same pang of pain in his name. His feet halted on the ground, hesitating to turn around and lose his resolve. She briskly walked to him until she was in front of his sight.
Pink hair undone, tear-filled eyes, and quivering lips. She hugged him with an abandon, and before he could think rationally, his arm went to her back, pulling her closer for the last time.
“Please stay safe,” she whispered against chest. “For me.”
They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity but was a mere minute. She was the first to pull away, but he was thankful for the few seconds she stood still – it allowed him to memorize her face, the loving expression she wore solely for him. And then she was gone, his fingers frozen, unable to do the expression of love only he knew.
The first step was heavy, like lead, the next couple even heavier, but he trod on to a lonely journey away from the place and people he called home….forever.
uploading early because i'm mostly out tomorrow! this is the last of my....prepared pieces. let the gods of creativity possess me for the rest of the month!
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quiet me for macriley where Riley is angry crying
from this prompt list
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When Riley answered her door, Mac immediately noticed her red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks. Her voice was thick when she said, “Hey.”
“What happened?” Mac asked carefully, stepping inside.
Riley sniffed. “I got in a fight with my mom.” She looked down. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Mac fought to conceal his surprise. He could count on one hand the number of times Riley had fought with her mom—at least that he knew of. From what he could tell, they had a great relationship, so seeing Riley like this...something big happened.
“Do you want a hug?” Mac asked.
Crossing her arms, Riley took a small step back. “No. I want space right now.”
“Oh. Um...” Mac glanced at the door, unsure what to do. “I can leave.”
Riley’s arms fell to her sides. “No!” she said quickly. “You can stay.” Riley made her way to the couch, and Mac followed. “I’m not in the mood for skee-ball, though. Sorry.”
Mac sat as far away as the couch allowed. “You don’t have to apologize.”
“Feels like that’s all I’ve done today,” she mumbled, looking away. A tear rolled down her cheek.
“Riles—”
“Why does she still doubt me, after all this time? She pries incessantly about the Brink, and when run out of things I can tell her, she always thinks that I’m doing something shady. Outside of work, I haven’t done that type of hacking in years. Why can’t she see that I’ve changed?” The tears flowed freely, racing down Riley’s cheeks faster than she could wipe them away.
Mac was silent for a few seconds. And then he said quietly, “She sees you.”
“Does she, though?”
He sighs. “Can I give you some advice?”
“I guess,” Riley mumbled. She tucked her knees into her chest, and Mac’s heart broke at how small she seemed.
“Talk it out with your mom,” he said, resisting the urge to reach out and physically console her. “That’s the only way you’ll really know.”
Resting her chin on her knees, Riley whispered, “Yeah.” After a lengthy pause, she said, “Can you go, actually? I think I’m going to call her.”
Mac gave her a soft smile. “Of course.” On his way to the door, Mac watched Riley in his peripheral vision. Nervously biting her lower lip, she went through the motions of calling her mom much slower than she normally would. But as Mac crossed the threshold, she finally raised the phone to her ear.
He paused, leaving the door cracked open just enough to hear Riley say, “Hi, Mom.”
Knowing that she and her mom would be okay, Mac smiled as he shut Riley’s door and drove home.
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A Miraculous TikTok Account
Part 34
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For those of you who read it Satisfied’s Alternate/Alternative Ending has a new chapter <3 dual update for Easter
Chat hadn’t known what to think when he was woken from his nap by buzzing. His brain had felt fuzzy, sure, but he was pretty sure that wasn’t supposed to be audible.
He pulled his face out of his pillow -- ignoring Plagg’s cry of surprise at being displaced -- and cracked an eye open.
Oh. His room was full of bees. And they were apparently taking the glitter out the window to the nearest dumpster. Oh. Okay. Why not? His life was already so weird.
He buried his face in his pillow again and went back to sleep.
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When Ladybug stopped by, he had been playing late-night video games on the floor with Plagg. (Did he have an unfair advantage in his ability to hold the entire console at once? Yes. Was he going to go easy on the kwami? No.)
He tensed a little. Was she checking on her prank and about to get angry that Chloe had fixed everything (he made a mental note to thank her later, if they were both still alive)?
Ladybug and Chat looked at each other, silent, unreadable expressions on their faces... until the sound of Plagg finally beating his character with a loud screech pulled them back to reality.
Plagg may not talk, but the way he floated around Chat’s head, pumping his tiny fists in the air, was a pretty clear ‘hahahahaha I won you loser I winnnnnn’.
“Hey,” said Ladybug carefully, pulling his attention away from the gloating kwami. “Sorry if I’m interrupting something, but we really should talk…”
He hesitated slightly.
She held up her hands. “It doesn’t have to be right now but… soon?”
Chat bit his lip, and then turned off his console and set down his controller. “Now is fine.”
Ladybug nodded. “I was thinking we could get out of town for it...?”
Get out of town? Was this risky in some way? Were they about to get akumatized? Or, at least, have akumatizable emotions?
“Sure.”
So, after getting Rena to cover them for an hour while they booked it, they both left. Ladybug had her phone out, apparently to hold a map, though he didn’t really understand why because they were only really going in one direction.
“Alright!” She called suddenly from where she was flying along overhead. She swooped lower until she was buzzing along by Chat. “I think we’re far enough past the border to be safe.”
Ah. That was why. He nodded and skidded to a stop. She touched down on the ground beside him. They both mumbled to detransform and their kwamis almost instantly dove to hide in their jackets despite the fact that they were both still invisible to passerby.
They continued on in the direction they’d been heading in silence. No one was around, which wasn’t shocking considering it was nearing 1. They came to a stop at a bakery that was still open and she hesitated.
“Want something?”
He bit his lip. “Passion fruit macarons?”
She blinked, and for a moment it looked like she was going to say something, but then she nodded and headed inside to get some.
She came out a few moments later with a box of macarons for him and some regular chocolate chip cookies for herself. They settled to eat it just outside.
She nibbled at her cookies, eyes locked on a spot on the ground. He’d tried waiting for her to be ready to talk, but after a few minutes of her looking without seeing he decided he should at least say something:
“... you wanted to talk?”
She blinked a bit and looked at him, then quickly pulled her gaze back to the floor again. “Yeah. I guess I just wanted to say --.” She made a frustrated noise in the back of her throat. “I can’t -- I --.” She glared at a crack on the ground like it had personally offended her. “You speak English, right?”
He startled a little. It was an odd question. But, still, he nodded. “I’m rich. I had to learn English and Mandarin.”
Her face lit up and for a second she looked at him again. “You speak Mandarin?”
He nodded.
“Can we…?” She started, unsure.
“Yeah, but I might be a little rusty.”
“That makes sense. If you don’t know a word I can translate it for you. Since we’re using my language not yours,” she said in Mandarin.
(Some vague part of him noticed that she took on a different tone in Mandarin, that her voice was lighter and a little smaller, that she seemed almost happier. He wondered if she’d like it if he spoke it with her more often.)
He nodded and made a vague motion with his hand, wordlessly telling her that he was ready for her to talk.
“I wanted to say that I’m sorry and… I wanted to explain myself.”
He wanted to tell her she didn’t have to, that he was also at fault, but she was already going on:
“Kwami, this is kind of embarrassing to admit to you, but my first few months of being ‘Ladybug’ didn’t go well.”
He nodded his understanding. Memories of his first few months as ‘Chat Noir’ were painful for him, too, despite how long ago it had been. All the people questioning his abilities, questioning his intentions, questioning his choices… had he not been used to media scrutiny, he doubted he would have continued on with it despite finally being able to go out in public as himself.
“I was second -- as you know, obviously -- and… a lot of comparisons were made. You’d had a year’s experience by then, and you’d had fight training beforehand, but I was just… new. You could always do things better, you were always preferred, you always got the bigger akumas while I got stuck with Mr. Pigeon and people like him. I even had a support-class-type power. Everything seemed to point to me being stuck as number two to you forever. And I think a part of me resented you for it.”
“I’m sor --.”
She cut him off with a look. “It’s not actually your fault. I shouldn’t have let it get to me as much as it did.”
He laughed without humor. “You were thirteen.”
She opened her mouth to argue, and then just shook her head and let the subject go. “Time passed, and Carapace came onto the scene, and people stopped comparing us as much… but they kept criticizing what I did. If I tried to be fun I was a ‘copycat’ and if I tried to act more serious I would be ‘bitchy’ and if I was neutral I was ‘boring’.”
He nodded slowly. He was beginning to understand where this was going.
“My sideeffects started coming in, and suddenly I was very lucky. None of the attacks ever seemed to hit me unless I REALLY messed up, and I started getting a reputation as ‘perfect’. And…” Her voice cracked a little and he looked away as she brought her arm to her face to wipe her face. “And I figured that, since I wasn’t even close to perfect, I should go with that kind of personality. At least it wouldn’t hurt as much when people criticized me, y’know? So I became everything I wasn’t, serious and perfect and --.”
He hesitated, biting his lip, and then he grabbed the sleeve of her hoodie and pulled her close. He gave her plenty of time to pull away, but she didn’t. She just buried her face in his shirt and stood there, arms limp at her sides, as he hugged her.
“I’m sorry, I should have helped --.”
“It’s fine, you couldn’t have known.” She gave a wet laugh. “You’re really good at hugs, by the way.”
“And you suck, apparently,” he teased lightly.
“Rude,” she muttered, arms coming up to wrap around him as well.
She actually was good at hugs, he thought vaguely as she molded herself to fit against his body.
He bit his lip. He could just leave the subject there. She apologized and he’d definitely gotten enough of a punishment…
He buried his face in her hair. He couldn’t even admit this to Carapace, how was he supposed to admit this to her? But… he really did want to talk about it with someone, and if anyone could understand it would probably be her...
“I… I’m in the public eye a lot. As a civilian. And my persona is a lot like yours. I’m the perfect, sweet son of --… my dad. And so, when I saw you pretending to be perfect out in public to keep up an image… I might have projected a little. I’d always kind of wanted someone to expose me as not perfect so I could be more free to be myself in public, so I wouldn’t have to spend my few hours out of the house with perfect posture and even more perfect smiles to make sure it didn’t reflect poorly on my dad.”
She smiled against his shirt. “At least you being ‘perfect’ is kinda true. Sure, you’re a little lazy sometimes, but you’re still pretty much amazing. It’s almost annoying.”
“PLEASE. If kwamis could talk, I’m sure Plagg would have a lot to complain about.”
She laughed, properly this time, and pulled away from him. She took a step back and then leaned against a lamppost without even glancing behind herself to make sure something was there. “Tikki probably has some stories, too. But, either way, you’re practically as perfect as people can be.”
He wasn’t convinced. “My first response to negative emotions was to make someone else mad enough at me to be a distraction for a few days.”
She didn’t look surprised. Not that he’d really expected her to. If Carapace had figured it out then surely she had, too; she had a few more months of psychology experience than him.
“Yeah, and? You were still calculated enough to choose the person who was least likely to get akumatized. As perfect as a person can be.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and she mimicked the action.
He looked her up and down twice before locking eyes with hers. “You’re still comparing yourself to me. You have to think I’m perfect so you can feel like Parisians were justified in comparing us and putting you down because, if they weren’t, then you have to accept the people you save on a constant basis are kinda sucky.”
She blinked and then a blush spread across her face. “Oh.”
“Yeah. ‘Oh’.”
“I can psychoanalyze you, too,” she said, breaking gaze with him to glare at her feet. “You can’t bring yourself to believe you’re perfect because your shitty parents probably used that as a basis to punish you and you’d like to believe that they were doing it so you could be your best self rather than admitting the truth that they don’t care about you as much as they should.”
He sniffled. Wait, when did he start crying?
“... oh.”
“Yeah...”
She cleared her throat a little and that’s when he noticed she was starting to cry, too.
“Kwami, we’re both messes, huh?”
She laughed through her tears. “Fuck, maybe WE’RE the ones who need therapy, not the rest of Paris.”
“No no no, everyone in Paris needs therapy. The minute we defeat Hawkmoth I’m getting a psych degree. That’s where the money is going to be.”
“We already have honorary psych degrees. I bet if you ask Chloe she could get her dad to give you a license.”
He snapped his fingers and then pointed at her. “Smart. All those years would probably make it so therapists wouldn’t be needed as much.”
“A few years? With as much trauma as Parisians have? Nah. You’ve got at least a few decades of consistent customers. ESPECIALLY if you market it as therapy from Chat Noir.”
He managed a smile, and they were silent for a moment other than the dying sniffles and shudders.
“Are… are we good?” He asked quietly.
She blinked at him, and then looked down. There was a beat, and then she took a deep breath. She brought a smile to her face and stuck her hand out.
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you! My name is Ladybug! I promise I won’t displace my anger towards Paris onto you!”
He stared at the hand, uncomprehending, and then a smile stretched across his face. He shook her hand. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you, too! I’m Chat Noir! I won’t be blind to your problems and will help out when people are being rude to you!”
She gave him a skeptical look. “You don’t even stand up for yourself.”
“Uh… you’re right… uh… I’ll make Carapace help out when people are being rude to you!”
She laughed and shook her head. “Stupid.”
“I try.”
She smiled and hooked her arm through his.
“Whatever. Let’s get home.”
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Hold Me While You Wait
Tw: mentions of death/ maeve story line. Angsty & Fluffy
A/N: Hi Everyone! This is my first little one shot so any feedback would be awesome! xx
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“If I had known I was in silent competition with a dead girl for the last eight months, maybe I would’ve rethought this,” Y/N said, poison dripping from every word. Spencer winced and tried to keep his composure.
“It’s not a competition Y/N! It’s just—“
She cut him off. She was seething, and she had every right to. Her boyfriend for the last eight months had decided, right now, while they were in bed together, would be the best time to mention his dead ex girlfriend that Y/N had never known about. It was just a mistake, all he had done was moan ‘Maeve’ into Y/Ns ear. All he had to do was vehemently apologize and Y/N would forgive him.
Instead of doing that, he did the complete opposite.
“It’s just that you think of your ex-girlfriend who you never even really met while we fuck! What’s it been? Six years?”
She was understandably angry, but she didn’t get the full story. All Spencer told her was that he had a girlfriend, Maeve, and they only met once before she died five years ago. He had never even touched her. And here Y/N was, alive, real, in the flesh, and he couldn’t even see her. All he saw was the ghost of a woman who visited him far too often.
“Five years, seven months and 21 days,” he corrected her. She just rolled her eyes
“Y/N?” he whispered, his voice cracking signaling he may cry.
She softened then. Y/N loved him, above all else, she really loved him.
“Yeah?” She whispered now too. They finally made eye contact, their eyes both rimmed with red but for completely different reasons.
“I love Maeve,” He said, letting out a big breath and falling onto the bed.
“You mean loved, you loved Maeve,” She clarified. Fear was clawing its way into her heart, ready to rip it to shreds when she heard what he said next.
“No, I still love her.”
Y/N looked away, the tears that had been threatening to spill out finally letting loose over her cheeks. She was sympathetic to Spencer. His girlfriend died and it was tragic, but also it was almost six years ago.
“She would’ve wanted you to move on,” She sputtered out through sniffles. Spencer didn’t even move to console her; he just let his own tears flow now too.
“I know, and I keep trying Y/N. I’m trying so hard but you don’t get it!”
She took three deep breaths, the way you do in yoga class, and turned to him.
“Was I close?”
“Close? What—“
“Was I close? Were we close?”
“Close to what? Y/N...”
“Because I felt like we were this close to having it all,” she said, holding up her pointer finger and thumb to show a sliver. The sliver that represented where they were right now. Limbo.
“Yeah, you were the closest I’ve ever been,” he mumbled.
She turned away and stood up now, clutching the sheets to cover her bare body. She didn’t want to give him the privilege of seeing it anymore. She grabbed a shirt and threw it on, stomping around the room.
“Y/N, stop please,” Spencer croaked from the bed. His face still flushed and streaked with tears. She stopped but didn’t turn around.
“You said were, as in the second person singular past, plural past, and past subjunctive of be. Were. Meaning that this,” She gestured wildly between them, “Is over. In the past.”
He almost cracked a smile, remembering then what drew him to her all those months ago. She was an adjunct professor of early 1900s literature. He remembered how she bumped into him and knocked his coffee all over them both. How she apologized, frantically wiping at his chest. The memory felt warm, inviting, a place he’d like to stay. But the second the warmth came it was gone, replaced by guilt and the image of Maeve and the blood all around her. He remembered Thomas Merton and how close he had been. How could he let himself be happy when he couldn’t save Maeve?
“Spencer? Hello?” Y/N took him out of the day dream.
“S-Sorry, I-“ he stammered.
“I’m here, begging you to beg me to stay and you’re still thinking about her,” Y/N allowed him to see the hurt on her face now. His eyes followed the tear going down her cheek.
“Yes, I am,” He started, taking a deep breath and standing up, taking her hand. He pulled her back onto the bed with him so he could look in her eyes. The feeling of his hand on her wrist sent electricity through her. She caved and sat a few inches from him, their hands intertwined, his thumb playing with the ring she always wore on her middle finger. She nervously looked around everywhere but his face.
“I just, I don’t feel like I deserve this.”
“Why wouldn’t you deserve it? You hurt so much, you deserve some happiness Spen,” She said, moving in to wrap her arm around him.
“I couldn’t save her,” he said, only above a whisper, “I tried but I couldn’t save her.”
“And you have to forgive yourself for that. Did you ever talk to anyone?”
He nodded, “Yeah. I just don’t think I deserve to be happy when she’s-Maeve-s-“ He took a deep, shaky breath, “I don’t want to lose you too.”
She took the same breath, shakily bringing her hand to his cheek to wipe off a tear, “I know.”
She held back the rest of what she was going to say. What she really wanted to say was ‘Please let me love you. Let me feel with you. Let me heal with you. Please don’t throw me away because I can’t take anymore. I need to be enough.’ But she didn’t, she stopped. She pulled away.
“No, please,” he begged, reaching out for her. She swallowed, her mouth feeling so impossibly dry all of the sudden.
“I just want you to love me,” she said through her tears. His heart ached the same way hers did. He also noticed his breath matched hers, everything about them matched perfectly.
“I do love you,” he whispered, making eye contact with her.
“Then you need to stop grieving what ifs.”
He opened his mouth, then closed it again and ran his hands through his messy hair.
“I know, I know. And I can’t ask you to wait for me to be okay, because honestly I’ve been waiting to be okay for–“
“Five years, seven months and 21 days,” She finished.
“I’ve been waiting five years, seven months, and twenty one days. And I feel as if I’ll be waiting forever.”
His eyes stayed on the floor, not daring to look at Y/N. He could feel everything she felt. All the pain, anger, sadness. It was as if it was rolling off of her in waves and he was trying to stay afloat.
“But I can’t wait forever Spence! I just can’t wait anymore! We’re already old for this,” She said, her hands running through her hair and messing it up, “I just- I can’t start over again. I can’t do this anymore.”
Her hand came to his cheek now, lifting it up so he could look at her. His eyes darted all over her face, his tongue poking out the left of his mouth as it often did while he was thinking.
“You don’t have to start over again, you can stay,” His voice cracked. Her mouth opened slightly at the shock. He was asking her to stay. Her only response was shaking her head no. His hands came up to his face in frustration, “Why? Why won’t you stay?”
“Because! Spencer! I’m not spending the rest of my life wondering if I’m good enough, when I know right now I never will be. I’ll never be Maeve,” She admitted, shaky hands smearing her tears all over her face. Her skin was hot under the tears. Spencer felt this when his hand met her cheek too. The two if them sat across from each other, just holding their faces and nuzzling into each other’s touch slightly.
“I know that, but I love you. Different than how I loved Maeve. I loved her when we were together but after I lost her I-I fell in love with what we could have been. I’m so tired,” He admitted, sighing so heavily he thought his lungs may give out, “I’m so tired of waiting for her ghost to stop following me. Tired of waiting for everything I do to not remind me of her.”
Y/N pulled him in for a hug. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in so tightly as if to keep her here. On Earth. With him.
“That’s the thing Spence,” She said, pulling out of the hug and moving a tear stained piece of hair out of his face, “You have to stop waiting. You need to start doing.”
“Doing what?”
“Whatever it is that will get you out of this. You can’t spend your whole life waiting for Maeve. You’ll get her on the other side, I know that for sure. But here, on Earth, can you just be with me?”
What she was saying felt so easy but also impossibly difficult. She was saying that she was okay with being his second love and not his truest love. The realization made a bitter taste in his mouth.
“No,” He croaked.
“No?” She asked, equally baffled and offended.
“I mean yes, but also no.”
She stood up now, walking away as a new set of tears came to her eyes.
“Y/N, I want to spend my time on Earth with you, but my time after?” He cleared his throat, “I think I’d also like to spend that with you.”
Her eyes widened. Was this this real? She pinched her arm. It was.
“I feel like there are two types of people in this world. The ones that get over their grief and move on and the ones that descent into some sort of endless misery. For a while I accepted my endless misery but, now? I want to move on. I want this. I want tangible love. Maeve will always be part of me, but I don’t have to be sad to remember her. To honor her.”
She smiled at him sadly, and considered every word he said. Could she be his second? Sure, she had a few people she thought could’ve been her true loves too, but they weren’t. And, yeah, maybe she’d be competing with a ghost, but was that really a bad thing? She was who he would see, touch, feel. The new energy he was going to put into his life made her hopeful that maybe this time it was right, she could be the one.
“You mean that?”
“Yeah, Y/N, I really mean that.”
He stood then and closed the gap between them, wrapping her up in a hug. He lifted her off the ground and her legs wrapped around his torso.
“I love you,” He mumbled into her hair, “And I’m sorry I should’ve told you.”
He put her down and she walked him over to the bed. They laid down, face to face, with her hand on his heart feeling the beat.
“Do you believe in soul mates?” She asked, feeling his breath on her face and moving closer to him.
“I don’t know,” He admitted, putting his large hand on the small of her back, “The statistical probability of finding your ‘soulmate,’ if there even is such a thing, is only about 1 in 10,000, assuming we’re all paired up at random your soul mate may not even be born, or may be long dead.”
He whispered the last part, remembering Maeve again. He forced himself out of the gray daydream this time, and made himself look at Y/N and how the sun cast a warm yellow glow on her face. How her eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks. How her eyes were so bright and seemed impossibly wide, waiting for every word he said.
“I believe we have multiple soul mates,” She said, “A soulmate is defined as a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner. So I think we all have a few.”
She gave him a smile and he knew what the smile said. It said that she knew Maeve was his soulmate, but maybe she could be too.
He smiled back and made his final decision then, to stay here, in the world of warmth and feverish kisses with Y/N, and to leave the cold, gray, dreamscape he often met Maeve in behind.
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✦ againts his own will - Draco Malfoy x Reader
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summary: Draco is forced to risk the life of the person he is in love with
word count: 1,879
When Snape’s words left his mouth, Draco’s world vanished. "You have to give it to her'' the Professor’s elongated finger pointed to y/n, from an afar window to where she was.
Within the Room of Requirement, the blond had found a haunted necklace that was supposed to make it easier for him to kill the headmasters. But it went against him. When he warned the professor of his idea of giving the necklace to someone random to give to him, using an Imperius Curse, his brilliant idea went against him. That person whom he should bewitch must be y/n, the pretty girl who had been by his side since 1st year, who had stolen his heart when they were just children.
"I won’t give it to her," Draco observed toward the courtyard where y/n was laughing alongside her housemates. "It’s the Dark Lords order, you can’t interfere with your stupid hormonal feelings" Snape looked at him with almost empathy as he looked at the sweet girl, who was waiting for him to practice spells. "the journey to hogsmeade is in two days, prepare a plan". The teacher tried to leave the room, but his student’s voice slowed him down. "why her? of all people, why her?" Draco’s voice contained too much concern, which would explode at any moment. "he knew her family, they used to work for him," he replied in a cold voice. "she would never do it under her own will" "another reason to choose her, people would never suspect" and now he exited the room.
His head still did not seem to reason, so he kept a serious and almost heartless view of everything that happened around him.
despite the cold winter, y/n was walking through the open meadows of the school in search of a blond hair, which she found when she returned inside the castle. "here you are! I was looking for you everywhere" she said gently touching his arm covered in a pristine black suit, replacing his uniform. "I needed to look for some books in the common room...sorry".
Draco couldn’t look her in the eye, in two days he would have to force her into something he wasn’t strong enough to face, he would have to risk his best friend’s life over an impudent You-Know-Who whim. "It's alright. I found a very cozy place in the east wing, it is perfect to study” her voice remained warm, despite seeing the clear disgust that Draco had, she wanted to shut up and start walking there but when she did not receive an answer she had to speak again. "Draco, you know we can postpone this, it’s not urgent" "I don’t feel well, that’s all" he clarified, but his raspy voice and pale face gave him away already "we can meet another day, go back to your dorm, it’s fine" y/n hugged her friend for a short time to head back to her common room, without a word.
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The next two days passed in the blink of an eye.
Draco had not been able to sleep on any of the two nights of rest he needed for the day he feared so much. His thoughts led him to see her, with her shiny hair and her glowing eyes. The natural and simple way she talked to everyone and how she made him feel loved every time Draco noticed how she only had eyes for himself. He was drowning in the idea of her and wanted to disappear when he thought that he would be the one to take away that characteristic spark.
the afternoon of the journey to Hogsmeade, he did not approach her and she did not approach him. The times she tried to check on her best friend the previous two days, she had received nothing but a cold look from him. She knew she had done nothing wrong, but still the uncertainty ate her up.
That day he watched her from afar. He watched her enter The Three Broomsticks with Harry, Ron and Hermione on her sides. He watched her order a butterbeer and drink it, while she laughed beside Granger. The last time he saw her from afar was when she went to the bathroom, that’s where he came in. With his trembling hands he clutched the wrapper containing the necklace and as everything revolved around him he entered the ladies' room carefully, so as not to be seen.
As he entered he saw her drying her hands with a small towel, y/n saw him standing at the door so she couldn't help but frowned confused. "Draco, this is the ladies' room, you can’t be here" She approached him, who took her arm with more force than necessary and put them into a compartment, glued to each other. "Lower your voice" whispered the blond "Can you tell me what you are doing, Draco Mlafoy?" y/n began to worry as his friend’s pale face was getting worse, almost nauseating. "I’m sorry, y/n" without looking at her face, he took his wand out of his suit "Draco, why are you apologizing? Why are you pulling your wand?" That was the last thing she could say before she felt his best friends' lips on hers, it was a sweet, gentle kiss that didn’t last long, as Draco backed away and began to conjure the spell that soon left her under his control.
After y/n left the bathroom, she went straight to the snowy road that would take her back to Hogwarts. The golden trio saw her leave agitated without turning to see them and went immediately after her.
Draco came out of the bathroom when he saw no moors on the coast, so he left the pub to vomit in the snow on the side of the old hut, almost the second he set foot outside. Because of his dizziness, he could not hear the cries for help coming from Hermione’s voice. Imperius Curse had not had full effect, causing her to unintentionally touch the contents of the package given by the blond. This made the curse sink into her, blowing her up. Seeing her friend floating, Harry and Ron began to scream for help as they saw that no solution was within their grasp. Thanks to Merlin, Hagrid was in the area and collaborated so that y/n could be taken back to the castle, straight to Madam Pomfrey’s.
after two hours of the meeting in the Three Broomsticks’ bathroom, Draco eagerly awaited the return of his friend, at the Great Hall. The spell should have dissolved by now and she should be back in her full consciousness. But minutes passed and all the students who entered were unimportant in the sight of the blond. His hands moved restlessly in his lap, and anxiety overcame him. No known face seemed to enter the dining room until, an hour after his arrival, he did see an acquaintance. Harry Potter was speeding up to the Slytherin’s table where he was sitting. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?! TELL ME RIGHT NOW!" He grabbed Draco from his shirt and picked him up from the bench where he was sitting "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING, POTTER? I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!" but he did and he knew "DON’T LIE TO ME IDIOT, WHAT DID YOU DO TO Y/N IN THE BATHROOM THAT NOW SHE ISN'T WAKING UP?!" That phrase stirred Draco’s world, and turned his knees into water. With a sudden movement, the blond ran to the infirmary to meet his best friend. Her beautiful eyes closed and her face calm, as if she was taking a nap, but she was not. At that time, the only one present on the side of y/n’s bed was Luna Lovegood, who saw him arrive and calmly said, when he saw him with tears on his cheeks that had come out in his jog to that place, "I leave you alone, I know you need it". And so the girl left, leaving him alone with his fear and anxiety. It was all his fault, she’d been hurt because he wasn’t brave enough to face Severus or smart enough to conjure up the spell that, maybe, would have kept her safe. If she had been in her place she would have protected him.
y/n lay in a hospital bed for two days without regaining consciousness. Draco stood by her side the whole time, with his thoughts stuck in his head like daggers, if she didn’t wake up it would be all his fault, he would have killed the only person who really accepted him and loved him and not for carrying a certain last name. The only time he would let go of her hand and stop crying was when Potter and his clan came to visit, which was quite frequent.
on Monday morning, she woke up and found a tired Draco beside her. Her blond hair was scattered cluttered across her stomach and a mountain of tissues laying on the small bedside table at the head of the bed. When her hand caressed her friend’s soft hair, he quickly rose from his shallow sleep. "Hey..." despite her condition she gave him one of her beautiful smiles “oh! um...let me look for Pomfrey" the blond tried to escape the place before having to face her. Coward he thought of himself. "You don’t have to go, Draco. Stay" with a weak and trembling hand, she took his hand and sat him at the feet of the thin bed. "How do you feel?" he still didn’t look her in the eye, but hearing her question he couldn’t help but look up "what? I should be asking you that" y/n let slip a little smile "I remember everything, Draco" "what? how?" "you should practice your spells with me next time you want to enchant someone". Although her voice carried a large portion of comedy on her, the blond began to cry without being able to control himself. "I did not want to do it, but he asked me and I had no choice" the soft hand began to caress his cheek in search of consolation. "sh sh...ok, I understand. I know what you went through in the summer, Draco. I know you are doing things you personally don’t want to do". He himself had taken care of telling her everything that had happened in his summer. "How come you’re so understanding? I just risked your whole life, you have to hate me! you have to get away from me, I’m a bad person!" It wasn’t Draco talking, it was his anxiety taking his place. He wanted y/n to stick by his side, even if it was selfish. Therefore, y/n took his face and kissed him to silence his absurd words, they kissed slowly and affectionately, without haste or distraction. With that kiss they said more than a stupid conversation could clear up. They told each other how much they were in love with each other, how much they loved each other and how much they wanted to take care of each other. "Just so you know, I also remember the kiss" y/n said, without taking her lips off his, causing a big smile to take place on Draco’s face before kissing her again.
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!_MC With a Child_!
!Hallo! So I haven’t played Napoleon and Leonardo’s route asksnfjdjdkd. The only ones I’ve finished are Mozart, Vincent, and Arthur lol. And don’t worry about too much interacting so much , it makes me happy to know people read my stuff 🥺💕💕💕
And yea, I don’t think I can do the new characters justice, no matter how cute Charles is 🥵
Napoleon, Leonardo, Arthur, Theo, Comte
Napoleon
Throughout your entire stay, you had seemed worried or jumpy. The only time you weren’t was when you were with him
He thought you just liked his protection tbh
The time you two spent together meant the world to him
And you’d be lying if you said his presence didn’t distract you from the fact your little girl was stuck in France with her grandparents; wondering if her mom would ever return
But you’d be lying if you thought that leaving the man you had grown so found of would be so easy
Napoleon always wondered why you looked so sad whenever you two walked in the market. Or why you never visited the training school with him. Or how your eyes always seemed vacant when sweeping the halls
The final few grains of sand in the hourglass steadily approached the bottom. He knew it was selfish of him, but the feeling deep in his heart convinced him to ask you anyways.
“Nunuche,” he said when you brought him his meal
You looked at him puzzled, not saying a word. “Have you ever thought about... staying here?”
You turned to the side, placing the blanc down shakily
“No- I,” you had to take a breath, “I have someone waiting for me in my time.”
His heart dropped, a lover?
Looking at him, you knew what he was thinking. “It’s my daughter, not some lover. Lord knows he wouldn’t miss me,” you mumbled that last part bitterly
“Tell me about her,” he said, surprising you
And for once in your time staying in the mansion, you found someone to confide in. You spent the rest of your nights staying in Napoleon’s room, describing your daughter with so much compassion and love
He felt so much guilt basically asking you to leave all of that behind
Napoleon spent an entire night apologizing to you, saying sorry after sorry in hopes you wouldn’t feel any dislike towards him
That night you kissed him, interrupting his apologies and ceasing all of his guilt
You loved him, yes; but your daughter meant the world to you
On your final day, you walked hand in hand with him as you moved towards the rest of the residents
And then Comte surprised you, baring the news that Napoleon had asked for his permission to leave with you
Eyes widening, you turned to face him. “It was rather surprising, but the Comte allowed me. All I’m asking is that I get to spend as much as my life with you.”
You left with him that night. Saying goodbye to all of the residents, saying hello to your new life together
All you had to do was explain to your parents and your daughter why some strange man was with you after you went missing for a month
But that could be dealt with later 🤷♀️
Leonardo
He had asked it so casually. With you resting on his side, reading along as he turned the pages at his own pace
“Cara Mia, you should consider staying in this time”
Tracing a finger along your jawline, you didn’t look back at him the love struck way he had anticipated. You looked at him hurt; he didn’t like seeing you that way, especially not because of him
You breathed in heavily, tears threatening to roll down your face. “I have a son needs me back Leo. I can’t abandon him to spend the rest of my life with you.”
You left without a word, leaving the room in a hurry
It seemed as though you went out of your way to avoid him after that. He tried stopping you, attempting to strike casual conversation. It never worked though, and you spent your last few days either holed up in your room, briefly conversing with the other residents of the mansion, or confiding in Sebastian
Leo didn’t know what to say or what to do. When it was time for you to go back, you looked at him one final time and gave him a kiss
As the rest of the residents got their hugs and tear filled goodbyes, he stared at you bewildered
You left without a word to him. No words of goodbye. Just a single kiss and you were off
You belonged in another time with the one who deserves you the most
And maybe that’s what kills him. Maybe if he had thought about what he had said, Leonardo would have ended his time with you on a good not
But you were never his, and now you were gone
Arthur
So like I’m basing some plot points here off Arthur’s route. It’s been a while so some stuff may have been moved around lol
He found out about your son when you told him you weren’t a virgin anymore
With his talk about ruining your innocence and such, you just had to set the record straight
To be short, he was surprised
That didn’t stop him from hanging around you though. You two went around the town solving mysteries, and you genuinely looked like you were having fun
That is until you and Arthur stumbled upon the case with all of the orphans being trafficked by their caretaker
You were in shambles. You cried while Arthur was passed out, worrying for your son, worrying for Arthur
What if the same thing that happened to those orphans happened to your son when you dissappeared, you thought
It was irrational, you knew that. You knew that your son was with your parents at the time, you knew he should be safe. But what if he wasn’t?
When Arthur woke up you weren’t there. Sebastian had told him that you were in your room crying
Then he tells you about his doctor days. How he watched countless people die. How he watched that one little boy die. You two stayed in your room all night crying
Because of this, I genuinely believe Arthur wouldn’t ask the MC to stay with him. Arthur understands the worry someone has towards a child and how heartbreaking it can be to a parent to know you’ll never see your kid again. I cannot imagine him asking MC to stay with him if she has a child
He’ll look at you and your relationship, whatever is was at the time; and accept it. He’ll try and make you happy for the last few days you have in this time
And when it’s time to go?
He’ll send you off with a kiss and a flirtatious remark. When you give him a massive hug for it, that’s enough for him
Whatever Arthur feels for you at the time, any prospect of a continuing relationship dies as he knows he can’t possibly ask you to stay with him in the past
When you comeback, your little boy hears all of the adventures and mysteries that a playboy author and their sidekick solve together
Theodorus
Theo gets so conflicted
On one hand, he loves you too much to just let you slip away like that. You’re the only one besides his brother who he can love purely
On the other hand; Theo knows what it’s like to love someone unconditionally. How could he ever ask you to leave your daughter behind for him? Would he ever do the same for you if he had to decide between Vincent and you?
So despite being your kind of boyfriend but not really in a relationship, he attempts to ignore you on the upcoming days to your departure
It’s Vincent that explains to you what’s going on
You walk into Theo’s room and he tells you to get out
You don’t leave, instead sitting on his bed beside him as you begin to slowly lean your head on his shoulder
“You shouldn’t be doing this.” Theo couldn’t even muster an insulting name in his confliction
You look up at him, “but I want to”
“What about that kid of yours,” it’s your turn to stay quiet now
Theo’s the one that starts up conversation. “I think it’s best that we break up,”
It takes you everything in your soul to agree. With one final night spent together [having sex lol], you two end your relationship then and there
Vincent watches you two drift apart the coming days. He sees the tiredness in Theo’s eyes and your constant aversion to talking to the Van Gogh brothers
He doesn’t know how to fix it, and neither does Theo. So he tries to consol you two separately. Talking with Theo during the day, attempting to casually converse with you while you work
Vincent, the day before you’re supposed to leave, yet again asks you to check up on Theo. This time, he’s in the library
Theo on the other hand, gets a request from Vincent to retrieve a book for him. You and Theo see each other and are about to leave before you realize the doors are locked
With no other choice but to stay together until Sebastian or someone else opens it, you two are forced to talk things out
You explain that you love him, but you can’t possibly stay because of your daughter
Theo understands, and says he loves you too; he just can’t find it within himself to leave Vincent behind
The next day; when you’re supposed to leave, Theo kisses you and gives you a toy for your daughter
Your last words to him are, “Do me a favor. Love yourself just as much as you love Vincent and me”
He tries so hard to fulfill that promise, but his life is just empty without you in it
Comte
Comte already knew lol
He had discussed this with you when you first arrived. How you and your son were visiting the Louvre [is that the one from the game??] on holiday, and how worried you were for his safety
What he didn’t know is that the father was completely missing from you and your child’s life
Sooo
Big daddy Comte being the biggest daddy that he is decides to take you out every day to purchase gifts for your child
If not for them, to take your mind off of the worry
It gets to a point where you two are going out every other day to shop for your son
Is this healthy? Comte asks himself. No, not really. But he doesn’t know how to do anything else because he’s the reason why you can’t see your son
Through his guilt, something else blossoms
When he looks at the way your eyes light up when talking to him, when you happily approach him, something he hasn’t felt in years starts to blossom
He doesn’t ask you to stay with him. Instead, when the time you have to leave comes, you ask him to go with you
Because you bought too many toys and you need help carrying them
Because you want your son to know who’s been taking care of his momma the entire time
Comte almost cries right there
He can’t leave, but he makes a promise with you. Every other time the hourglass flips, he’ll visit you and deliver you and your son one of the toys you and he bought together
When your son asks you about the strange man who’s been giving him toys and playing catch-up with his momma; you tell him it’s a guardian angel
Comte definitely cries right there
I hope this was a good enough thing hshsjskw. I really like reading angst but I’m not that good at writing it lol. I changed up the prompt a bit [ofc I did I’m that bvtch] just do the scenarios wouldn’t be the same. Also I’m not that good at writing for Leonardo dejejsmrkd but my favorite to write was Arthur’s uwu
Enjoy~~
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to purgatory and back: chapter 4 (final chapter!!)
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Dean didn’t know what he felt. He felt numb. He couldn’t even bring himself to cry. Cas was gone. Again.
Dean pushed himself from the ground where he had very roughly landed only a few short minutes ago. When Cas pushed him away. When Cas left him.
Dean was roughly shaken from his racing thoughts by the soft vibrating that emanated from his forearm. Oh, shit. He’d almost forgotten about Benny.
Slicing a thin line down his arm, he released the essence that was his friend while speaking the final few lines of the incantation. Benny appeared before him again, with a telltale smirk on his face that told Dean he saw everything.
“Wanna talk about it?,” Benny said.
Dean rolled his eyes. “No.”
“Well, I am sorry that your friend didn’t make it. He was a good fighter and I know how much he meant to you.”
Dean scoffed. “You never liked him.”
“You wanna know the truth?” Benny asked, looking away from Dean, “I was jealous of him.”
“Jealous? You?”
Benny chuckled at Dean’s reaction. “You’re a special guy, Dean Winchester. Castiel is lucky to have you.”
Dean looked down, hiding the tears pricking at the corner of his eyes at the mention of Cas’ name. Benny reached out, pulling Dean into a hug. Dean understood what Benny was trying to tell him. Maybe in another life, it could have been himself and the vampire against the world. But for now… they had to go their separate ways.
Dean coughed, awkwardly breaking off the embrace. “Take care of yourself, Benny.”
“You too, Winchester.”
Benny tipped his hat to Dean and began his journey in the opposite direction. Dean could only stand and watch, unable to move.
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It had been five weeks since Dean was forced to leave Cas behind. He finally met back up with Sam, which led to a tearful reunion and many long talks catching each other up on the past year. Dean left out the part where he fucked a literal vampire, for Sam’s sake.
Dean was doing okay. Waking up in a filthy motel bed is miles better than cold Purgatory dirt. He and Sam were working cases again, which allowed for some distraction from the ache in his chest whenever he thought of Cas.
He saw Cas everywhere. Hallucinations, or apparitions of some sort, haunting his every waking hour. He didn’t know if he was being fucked with or if his brain was truly this fucked up. The reminders of his lost friend were painful enough that Dean barely wanted to get out of bed in the morning. The only thing that kept him motivated was knowing that Cas would want him to move on.
Sam learned very soon after Dean’s reappearance that Cas was a sore subject. Dean was driving when Sam finally brought it up, trapped by his own car so that he could no longer avoid the discussion.
“What happened to Cas, Dean?”
Dean groaned. “I told you. He didn’t make it out of Purgatory.”
“Yeah, but why not? Why don’t we try to get him out?” Sam asked.
Dean slammed his palm into the steering wheel before shouting out, “Sam. Leave it.”
Sam held his hands up in surrender, turning to look out the window as they continued down the highway toward their next case.
When they finally reached the motel a painfully silent five hours later, Dean went straight to the bathroom, in part to avoid his brother but also providing him the first chance he’s had all day to brush his teeth. Indoor plumbing is something he would never take for granted again after his stint in Purgatory.
Dean leaned over the sink to splash some water in his face. He looked up and into the eyes of his own reflection but was startled when he noticed someone behind him.
No.
It couldn’t be.
He screwed his eyes shut. It’s not real. He’s not real. He opened them again. Cas was still there. Dean turned around slowly, jaw set with anticipation.
Cas was still there. Standing right in front of him.
Cas knit his eyebrows together, staring right through Dean as he tilted his head to the side. “Hello, Dean.”
Dean reached out to touch Cas, before quickly dropping his hand to his side again. “Cas? Is that really you?”
Cas stared at Dean’s fallen hand for a moment. “It’s me.”
Dean ran his hand through his hair. “I- What- I mean… how?”
“I do not know.”
Once Cas had a chance to shower and shave, he walked out of the bathroom with a flourish, showing off his clean clothing. Dean’s pants became uncomfortably tight at the sight, and he shifted in his seat in order to hide it from Cas.
After a moment of silence, Dean stood up and enveloped Cas in a hug, wrapping both arms around the angel’s broad shoulders. Cas froze, surprised by the sudden display of affection.
Dean pulled back after a moment, elated that Cas was finally home, before remembering that he was still pissed.
“Cas, why the fuck did you do that? Why the fuck did you kiss me and then ditch me for Purgatory? You could have died,” Dean said, his voice trembling with anger. “I wanted to die after I left you behind. Do you get that? I didn’t want to be on this Earth anymore if it meant you were gone.”
Sam looked between the two of them from his chair, recognizing that this was something he didn’t want to be around for. “I’m… gonna go get some dinner,” he said quickly, before letting himself out of the room.
Cas stood across from Dean, hands pressed into his thighs. The angel’s eyebrows shot up, shocked by Dean’s sudden outburst. “I did not realize my absence would impact you so severely, Dean. I apologize. If it is any consolation, I feel the same way,” Cas said, sympathy etched into his features.
Dean’s brain stuttered to a halt. Cas felt the same way? About Dean? “Cas…”
“I stayed in Purgatory because I felt like I had a debt to pay. I no longer felt like I deserved to be here, to be in your company. I wanted to prove that I have a purpose other than destruction and pain,” Cas said, sighing. “I understand now that while I have done terrible things, I can choose to do better from now on. I cannot change what I have done, but I can change the future.”
Cas looked into Dean’s eyes and firmly placed a hand on his shoulder.
“I don’t know why I am so willing to accept that everything happens for a reason, but I am not willing to recognize that I am also here for a reason. I think my reason is you, Dean.”
Dean felt himself choke. “You-” He stuttered, “You can’t just say shit like that, Cas.”
“Why not, Dean? I have long denied myself the pleasure of telling you the truth. I no longer need to, so I plan to tell you how much you mean to me every single day, as long as I’m granted the privilege of being in your life,” Cas said, smiling like Dean himself was the one who created the entire universe. There’s something about an age-old creature that’s seen just about everything finding Dean the most fascinating individual he’s ever met. Dean felt his heart drop into his stomach at the idea.
Smiling softly, Dean rubbed the back of his neck with his palm, both in discomfort as well as the need to stop himself from reaching out to touch Cas. They’ve cuddled, they’ve kissed, but Dean still doesn’t know where they stand.
“What are we, man?,” he blurted.
Cas arched an eyebrow. “Whatever you want us to be, Dean.”
Dean let out a shaky breath at that, leaning forward into Cas’ space. He reached out slowly, pressing both hands into Cas’ forearms, then his biceps, before making his way up to cup Cas’ face gently. Cas followed suit, surrounding Dean’s fingers with his own. Dean watched as Cas’ lips fell open, cataloguing every movement of the angel’s face. Last time, Dean was caught off guard. This time, he was going to remember every second.
Both of them moved at the same time, capturing each other’s lips in a sweet, soft kiss that lasted only a second before they pulled away, overwhelmed. Dean grinned, embarrassed, before pulling Cas back in. What started as a chaste kiss slowly became more urgent, with Dean sliding his tongue against Cas’ bottom lip and eliciting a loud groan from the angel. The noises Cas was making only served to make Dean go even more insane, if that was possible. He grabbed Cas by the hips, pushing him slowly until they hit the wall behind them. Dean paused for a moment before leaning into Cas, their bodies flush against one another. The back of Cas’ head hit the wall, and Dean took advantage of the opportunity to suck as many bruises as he could manage into the side of Castiel’s neck.
“Dean, Sam told me that you should not sleep with someone you are interested in until at least the third date. Maybe we should take this slowly,” Cas stated very seriously.
Dean snorted. “Screw slowly, dude. We’ve known each other how many years now? We’re far past slowly at this point.”
“Okay,” Cas said, smirking. He pushed Dean back, grabbing him by the hand, and walked backwards toward Dean’s bed. Cas pulled Dean on top of him, and Dean let him.
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“Dean?”
Dean was still groggy, but he opened his eyes to find Sam staring at him sheepishly from foot of his bed. He looked over to the other side of his bed to see a person-shaped lump taking up a large chunk of space. He smiled, thinking back to the previous night, before rubbing his eyes and looking back to his brother.
“Sam? When did you get back?” Dean said.
“I got another room for the night. Thought it might be best for everyone.”
Dean grinned. “Well, if you don’t mind, I’d like to enjoy the rest of the morning with my boyfriend.”
Cas stirred next to him, apparently disturbed by the conversation. His face peeked out from under the covers. “Good morning, Sam.”
“Morning, Cas,” Sam said, with the air of a man who was trying to be as normal as possible about his brother and his best friend sleeping together. “Well. I’ll leave you to it.”
Once Sam closed the door, Cas smiled at Dean. “I’m your boyfriend?”
“I mean, I… if you want, I don’t want to force anything on you, I wasn’t trying to-“
Cas pressed a finger to Dean’s lips. “Dean, I would be honored to be your boyfriend.”
“Oh, well. Good. I’m glad.” Dean leaned in to kiss Cas, and Cas happily obliged.
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Naruto, One Piece, and Free Match-Up Request
May I request another match-up but for Free, One Piece, and Naruto this time? :) Here’s all my info once more!
Name: Corethra (or Corey for short)
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Hand Packer at an ice cream factory. I work 12 hours (5:30pm to 6am) on a rotating schedule.
Birthplace: Memphis, TN, USA. I was raised in the neighborhood called Frayser which is the most impoverished area in Memphis and has a high crime rate as expected.
Zodiac Sign: Pisces (born March 2) My full birth chart can be found here
Enneagram: 5w6
Chinese Zodiac: Year Of The Pig
MBTI Type: INFJ
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
Love Language: Acts Of Service
Race/Ethnicity: African-American
Height: 4'11 (Call me short and I’ll kick your butt!)
Body Type/Shape: Average but well developed figure at best. I weigh about 158 lbs and am pretty insecure about my body. I also have really bad scars on my left arm from being bitten by a dog.
Hair Color/Style: Black and naturally curly but I keep it flat-ironed so it’s straight. It’s long and goes down to just below my shoulder blades. There are times when I will have braids put in of various lengths.
Glasses or No?: Yes I wear glasses
Eye Color: Brown
Dress Style: I usually dress up in a casual way, just throwing on whatever looks good at the time but I will sometimes put in the effort when the time calls for it or when I’m in a good mood. I have an affinity for the punk, emo, and goth styles and I rarely wear feminine clothes but I will wear something risky every once in a while.
Hobbies/Interests: Video games, reading, writing, anime, internet surfing, listening to music, politics (sometimes), watching movies/TV shows, basically being an overall nerd. I’m usually either on my laptop or one of my many video game consoles if I’m not on my phone or reading one of my books.
Dislikes: Ignorance, stupidity, restriction, manipulation/gas-lighting, bullying, humanity, not being understood, corruption/injustice, close-mindedness
Personality: At first glance, I seem quiet and keep to myself, only speaking when I need to or when I’m spoken to. I’m an anti-social introvert to the fullest and don’t care much for small talk or going out. I prefer to have deeper conversations. When I get comfortable enough in whatever environment I’m in, I start to open up bit by bit. I’m a tomboy and pretty rough-minded as well as stubborn. I’m very sassy, have a smart, sarcastic, and witty mouth if not humorous and outrageous at times, can be borderline rude and mean, and I’m more sensitive than I care to be. I can literally cry at someone’s suffering especially if it’s someone I’m close to or even a total stranger. I’m very empathetic and my heart is bigger than what most people would expect. Most people describe me as quiet, intelligent, creative, dorky, a smartass, and really sweet. I love a good laugh and have an open sense of humor to boot.
Many of my friends say that I’m very sweet and kind which I usually am if I’m in a good mood as well as affectionate as hell. Hugs and pet names galore with me! However only my friends and family see that side of me. My language is often unfiltered, harsh, foul, and blunt which shocks people because they think I’m a pure angel. I say what I want when I want and no one tells me otherwise. If they do, they can expect a mouthful from me. I’m an escapist and very imaginative, can be a bit scatterbrained at times, and I’m methodical and detailed to the point of perfectionism. I’m usually a walking contradiction in terms of personality in so many ways to the point where the real me is almost impossible to decipher. To make matters more complicated, I’m not very good at expressing myself verbally and prefer to let my actions do the talking. I also express myself better through written form.
I have many pet peeves and I get annoyed easily in general. I’m also slowly embracing misanthropy and nihilism but I can be pretty idealistic so it balances out. I’m practically zero tolerance when it comes to bullshit. I hate confrontation and conflict but I’m starting to work on it so I can be less passive-aggressive and more assertive. I also wish to stand up for myself more often than I should so people won’t think that I’m weak and an easy target. I’m pretty cynical which is to be expected and usually expect the worst from people. When someone angers me, I will either just withdraw altogether and completely cut them off (slam the door basically) or get in their face and go off before doing the former. I’m the “hold my anger in and release it all at once” type but I hope to change that one day and stop letting things fester before they get out of hand. I can be quite petty and even cold as well and if someone wrongs me, they will have to make the first move to mend fences. I refuse to apologize if I’m not in the wrong and I will not accept gaslighting/guilt tripping. I also refuse to change for others and will admit to having quite a lot of pride but that’s mostly due to me not wanting to be hurt and manipulated, mistreated, or used.
I have issues with trust and a wild imagination to boot. I usually trust my instincts and can see right through bullshit. I don’t like taking risks and I have to know all the details when I do something so I don’t mess up and look like an idiot. I am indeed a perfectionist and introverted to a fault which often prevents me from trying new things and going outside my comfort zone. I haven’t been in a relationship yet and am still a virgin due to my issues with trust and not wanting to be hurt or humiliated as well as being quite picky/perfectionistic with the people I allow in my life. I have high standards for both people and myself although I’m pretty laid-back and my dislike of conflict allows me to also take a lot of shit from people too before I eventually say “fuck it” and slam the door or go off on them. I don’t think very highly of myself and can sometimes fall into a period of self-hatred and self-pity.
Many people praise me for my intelligence which is fitting since I’m an intellectual. My ideals and beliefs are rather odd to say the least (I’m a classical liberal/independent and despise most ideologies/ideas. This includes religion, feminism, social justice, traditionalism, statism, big government, nationalism, socialism/communism, etc.) and I feel misunderstood because of it (mostly because of the black community ostracizing me). I am indeed a rebel, open-minded, and a free thinker. No one tells me how to think or feel or else they face my wrath. I highly value power over myself and I think it’s the most important thing that a person needs in order to survive. I am definitely an outcast at heart and I often distance myself from others and don’t like talking about my feelings or beliefs because I think most people lack the ability/capacity to understand me. Before I give my opinion on something, I like to do as much research as possible as well as look at things from all perspectives before coming to my own conclusion. I don’t mind discussing things but I prefer logic over emotion when doing so which makes it damn near impossible these days for me to have an real conversation without insults and threats being thrown (usually towards me). Chances are I’m gonna find something wrong with damn near anything someone believes in or says and I’m not afraid to call it out when I see it. Once I do open up and express how I feel, the gates of passion will open up and never close. I also have high morals and values and stick to my guns no matter what which can make me pretty stubborn at times.
I’m currently battling depression and often experience many symptoms of it including suicidal thoughts and depression spells. I also suffer from iron-deficiency anemia as well as irregular, prolonged periods. These things are pretty annoying for me to deal with whenever they flare up.
Overall, I’m pretty crazy and a handful to deal with. Good luck matching me up with someone :P
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Hello @sacredwarrior88 and thank you so much for requesting with us! I am so sorry that this came out so late, but I do hope you enjoy this!
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𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽…
Ace! I feel that you and ace would be such a great couple! He is open minded and kind to others whereas you are the same way! You are passionate like he is, caring like he is, loyal to the bone like he is! He would see you and see your personality and just instantly fall in love you and your personality! Like, I can’t even imagine how much he will want you on his crew, so they he can keep on you and protect you at all times-- though he will soon figure out that you don’t need help, you can take care yourself--which he will find extremely attractive, no doubt about that!
He will love that fact that you are independent, because he really values individualism and independency, he sees it as a great traits to have. But he will also love the fact that you are sensitive, and can sometimes get into your own head. He understands that, knows it all too well, so he will try with all his might to try and make sure that you are happy and always smiling! But he will love how fierce you can be to other people, never bowing down to their expectations!
All in all, I feel like Ace would be a great man for you in the one piece universe! He would be attentive to you, would love your attitude and personality, and would absolutely adore how loyal and strong you are! make sure to love him thoroughly!
Ah, Sai! He is much like Ace, just a little less emotional, which is fine! I feel like you and Sai would make a couple for a couple reasons! He would love how mature you are, and how logical you can be, and-- like ace-- he loves the fact that you are extremely loyal to your friends! That is a true factor in the way he will see you, and it is for the better! He will se how strong you are, emotionally and will be envious and at the same time fascinated! I Feel like Sai will look at you with wide eyes, his breath caught in his throat, his heart beating wildly in his ribcage because he will love you that much! All the things you are interested he will want to hear with enthusiasm, everything you love he will want to learn and hear from you, to get to know you better!
Another thing is that if you were to go to him with your insecurities and how you are battling depression, he will try to understand, and once he does he will try to everything and anything to make sure you feel better! You need a massage? He’s on it! You need cuddles? oh yeah he will give you some! You need chocolate or sweets or anything of the like? He’ll run to the store, and be back 5 minutes tops!
All in all, I feel like the cool, mature Sai, with a heart of pure gold will be such a good match for you! He will make sure that you uncomfortable with him, he will never want to make you unhappy, and he will definitely do anything i his power to make sure that you will keep on loving him as much as you can!
Rei! Now, with Rei, I wanted to go a more cute route. I feel that Rei would be equal parts and scared and in love with you! He sees how strong you are against people that oppose, he sees how strong you are for your friends, and how you have such a different personality to everybody else around him, and he will immediately fall in with you. Like instantly! To him, you’d be like a beautiful butterfly blooming right in front of him, and he will want to have you all tot himself! Of course, he won’t force you, but he will definitely watch you at a distance longingly!
He is very much an introvert and your calm but strong aura would definitely help with his anxiety! I just see him melting next you, into your lap or shoulder whenever you are around him because he is so comfortable around you. He doesn’t do this with just anybody so it would be a real honor! And when it it comes to your insecurities, he would want to make sure that you know he loves you the way are, and if you were to want to change something about yourself, then he will support you all the way, as long as you are happy! He will just love that you are such a freethinker and so openminded about things, so unlike him!
All in all, I feel like Rei would love you and (somewhat) idolize because you have all these traits that he would love to have. This perfectionist will understand how it feels to be such a perfectionist and will want to help you with that too! He will love to the moon and back(stroke)!
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I Want You - Finn Cole
a/n: i was in the mood to write something like the notebook, where they fight in the rain. and this happened. a lot longer than i expected and i’m so happy with how it turned out 🤗 also ending is inspired by the gif below from an episode of animal kingdom :) gif is by @sethkate
warnings: slightly steamy towards the end (mild nudity, no smut)
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“Finn! I have to tell you something!” You exclaim through the phone to your close friend. Finn was finally back from filming Animal Kingdom and you couldn’t wait to tell him all about the guy you were seeing. You met Leo while you were in Paris with your friend. He happened to be from London as well, and you two hit it off right away.
Finn was always there to hear all about your new romantic connections and possible boyfriends. Sadly, none in the past have worked out, they all ironically felt threatened by the fact that Finn is your best friend. But you didn’t care; if they couldn’t accept the fact that you have a male best friend, they weren’t right for you.
“What is it?” He sounds happy and chipper.
“Can we meet at the lake in twenty minutes?”
“Yeah. See you then.”
You are eager to leave so you head out early and get some fries and a shake from a nearby fast food place and wait in your car for the time being. You then make your way to yours and Finn’s usual bench and wait for him. No even five minutes later, he walks up to you, opening his arms.
“Finn!” You greet, jumping up to give him a hug. You haven’t seen him in so long and it felt so good to be back with him. “How was LA?”
“Great as usual. The weather was so nice, it finally wasn’t hot anymore.”
“That’s why London’s better. It’s not hot all year round.” He laughs and takes a seat on the bench.
“So, what is it that you needed to tell me?” He wonders, turning towards you. A smile spreads across your face at the thought of Leo.
“You know how I went to Paris with Daphne?”
“Yeah?”
“I met this guy there and-”
“You met some random guy in Paris?” He suddenly interrupts you. You are taken aback, not really expecting the outburst, or negativity.
“Excuse me? You didn’t even let me finish,” you chuckle awkwardly.
“Because it’s always the same. You meet some guy, you think it goes well, they end up dumping you or ghosting you and you come crying to me.” Your smile drops right away, wondering why he’s acting like this.
“Finn, what is your problem? I was so happy and excited to tell you about Leo, and now you’re acting like this?”
“As I said, it’s always the same! You come to me, so happy to tell me about the newest guy you’re with, then a few weeks later, they’re gone and out of your life. It’s a ridiculous cycle that I’m getting tired of being involved with.” You scoff and shake your head, turning away from him.
“I cannot believe you. We’re best friends and you’re treating me like this? I was so excited to tell you because you’re always so supportive instead of my friends who call me a whore and slut!” His expression changes immediately, not knowing this fact and feeling bad.
“(Y/N), I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that, I-”
“Then tell me what you meant?! I’m sick of being shamed and ridiculed for normal things like going on dates and talking to guys!” Finn stays quiet, staring down at his hands.
“Finn?” Still, nothing. He shakes his head and looks up at the sky before standing and beginning to walk away.
“It’s starting to rain, I gotta go.”
“No!” you reach for his wrist to keep him there; you were going to find out what was up with him. “We’re going to stay here until you tell me what the fuck is wrong!” He huffs and turns around to look back at you.
“I hate having to hear about the guys you meet and talk with. I hate it because I know none of them are going to treat you like you deserve. None of them in the past have, and I doubt any future guy will, including Leo.” You drop his hand and stare at him in confusion.
The rain begins to fall harder and you don’t care, you’re too overwhelmed with this fight.
“What?” You breathe out. Tears form in your eyes, but the rain mixes with them. Finn groans and runs his hand through his hair that was slowly becoming drenched.
The clouds moved pretty fast because seconds ago, it was barely sprinkling, and now it was pouring. Still, you didn’t move, despite how wet you were getting.
“You’re a complex person to understand, (Y/N). No guy will ever understand what makes you genuinely happy and what doesn’t. And you’re too shy to speak up against anything in fear that you’ll upset them.”
“Do you think this is making you look any better?” You yell. “Telling me that I’m destined to be alone and no guy will ever be able to satisfy my needs? Do you realize how awful that sounds?!”
“I’m saying that no one will ever understand you well enough to make you happy besides me!”
There it is.
“Wh-what?” You mumble, backing away from him for a little. He looks down in disappointment.
“Forget I said anything, (Y/N).” He tries to walk away yet again, but this time, you call out for him, stepping forward.
“Wait! Please just tell me what you’re saying,” you beg, your voice quivering with nerves, wanting to know if he truly meant what he said. He moves closer to you and hesitantly grabs your hands.
“What I’m saying is that I hate when you come to me to talk about guys because I want to be those guys. I want to be the one to make you happy and take you out on dates and give you kisses and be the one you excitedly talk about to others. And I know we’re close friends already, but I want to be more. I want you.”
A silence falls over you, the only sound being the rain falling into the ground and water harshly. It was starting to sting a little, but you didn’t care.
“You love me?”
“I mean yeah, we’ve been friends for so long. But I do love you more than that,” Finn says, moving closer inch by inch. Once he’s standing right in front of you, he reaches up and moves a strand of hair that was stuck to your face to behind your ear. He keeps his hand on your cheek after it’s moved.
“Please say something because I’m basically swimming in my shoes right now,” he laughs, breaking the tension. You giggle and lean into his touch, copying his action.
“I love you too. I’m sorry I never realized it. What I’ve wanted has always been right in front of me.” Finn scrunches his face up.
“That was super cheesy, but I’ll take it,” he smiles, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.
“So, what are you going to do with Leo?” He questions. In that moment, you forgot that he was the reason that you called Finn to meet up. Thinking for a second, you reply by shrugging and running your hands down Finn’s arms.
“He’ll have to find someone else. We weren’t that serious anyways,” you say. Finn’s smile widens and his eyes dart to your lips. You notice the quick action and smirk.
“Just kiss me already.” With that, Finn slams his lips against yours, a huge fire igniting within your body at the feeling. The taste of rain and your tears from earlier mix together with his, a taste you’ll never forget.
When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours and cups your cheeks gently.
“Come back to mine?” He whispers, his lips ghosting over yours. You nod and pucker your lips for a quick kiss.
“What about my car?”
“We’ll come back and get it later.” Finn takes a hold of your hand and runs straight for his car, though it didn’t matter at this point; you two were soaked to the bone and there was no going back.
“We shouldn’t have stayed out there for so long,” Finn says once you’re sat in his car. You giggle, looking down at your clothes, which were a darker shade.
“I was so focused on figuring out what the hell you were saying, I didn’t even acknowledge the rain at that point.” Silence falls over you as he starts the car and begins to drive to his place, which was thankfully close to the lake.
“You can take a shower, if you’d like. If not, I’ll just give you a pair of clothes.”
“I’ll just change clothes,” you tell him. He leaves you standing by the front door to get you a towel, then runs up to his room to get you your own set of his clothes.
After you both are dried off and dressed in comfy, dry clothing, you take a seat on the couch next to one another. It’s a bit awkward once things begin to set in.
“So,” Finn starts, “I did mean everything I said there. Well, almost everything. I do love you and I do have feelings for you, I do think that every guy you’ve dated has been a douche who doesn’t care about you. I’ve hated every single time you came to me to talk about a new guy you were seeing, but I also loved it because you were always so happy.
“And every time you said that they broke up with you, or left you, or told you they weren’t interested anymore, it hurt me. You deserve the world and I hate that those guys didn’t treat you right.” You smile softly and grab his hand.
“I’m sorry for never realizing that I was hurting you.”
“No, don’t apologize for that. I never showed it and I never told you that it did, because I didn’t want to upset you.”
“Well, that’s in the past, now it’s just us,” you murmur, cuddling into his side. He pulls you close to him and kisses your head a couple times.
“Just us. No Leo, right?”
“Right.”
For the rest of the night, you two stay cuddled up, sharing kisses while watching one of your favorite movies. When it finishes, you decide that it’s time to go get your car, before it gets way too late; it was already completely dark out.
Finn comes to a stop right next to your car in the parking lot. You two sit there for a moment before you remember that you left your clothes at his place, and you’re still wearing his.
“Um, I can come by tomorrow and pick my clothes up, and drop yours off, ” you say, turning a little in your seat. Finn just stares at you in awe, looking you up and down; he was loving the fact that you were wearing his clothes.
“Or you could just come back to mine for the night and not have to worry about making another trip over?” He whispers, leaning on the center console. He raises his eyebrows at you, and within seconds, you were climbing over the console and onto his lap. Your legs straddled his body, trying to comfortably sit in the space.
You press your lips to his in a heated manner, your hands moving to the back of his neck to pull him closer. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging at it gently, making Finn moan softly into your mouth.
His hands trail up your thighs and to your waist, bringing you even closer to his body, if possible. He then begins to tug at the bottom of your shirt, pulling it off as soon as he can. A sudden breeze hits your nude body, though, forgetting that you had forgone your bra, as it was just as wet as the rest of your clothes.
“Wow,” he whispers, leaning back to admire your bare chest. He glances up at you with so much lust and love in his eyes. After a few seconds, he pushed against you and goes in for a kiss, but he accidentally presses your body against the horn. It goes off, making both of you jump and become aware of your surroundings again.
“Maybe we should head back and finish this in my room,” he suggests, chuckling at the situation you two were in. There was still lust evident in his voice.
“Or we could climb in the back and get on with it?” Finn looks a little disappointed at the idea.
“Remember when I said I would treat you like you deserve?”
“Yeah?”
“Well you deserve much better for the first time we sleep together than a quickie in the back of my car.”
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Jin Sibling Au Part 4
I’m continuing the rest of the sibling au here! The original started on my main blog @a-nonny-mouse-0 but I’m moving it here.
After getting so much help from Guangyao, Jixuan notices that his older brother has a crush on Xichen. (He’s not entirely sure, but he catches the subtle longing gaze)
He tries to ask WWX and Jiang Cheng but there is some misunderstanding and now he walks away angrily.
Phoenix Mountain
Yanli and Jixuan are talking, but this time their conversation is much more positive. Jixuan gives her the formal apology which causes Yanli to cry in happiness. WWX catches her crying and proceeds beat up Jixuan only Yanli to stop him to explain what happened. WWX apologizes (relunctantly) but tells him to watch himself.
Jin Guangyao had no plans to help the Wens. He was content to wash away his guilt and get rid of them so his father can be praised from the other sects for getting rid of the last of the Wen dogs. He does not feel guilty. LIAR!
Same thing happens Jin Jixun offers the wine, WWX drinks Lan Wangji’s cup and then the demand on where the Wen’s are.
Jin Jixuan pulls his cousin aside and tells him it’s distasteful of him to offer wine to the Lan’s. Jixun tells him he has no shame and how dare he turn on the family. The rumors of him not wanting to hang out with his family (He only went to the JC and WWX to help A-Yao, they’re not friends!), asking his father to leave the Wen dogs (so what? he heard from Yanli how two of them helped her and her brothers. Is it wrong to talk in favor of them? They saved Yanli.) and to top it off, his friendship with bastard child Yao. How his mother must weep.
Jixuan does punches him. It felt fantastic defending his brother, it’s just too bad it had to be with his cousin Jixun. He gets pulled aside and instead of talking with his father, it’s with his mom, Madam Jin.
Not a cheerful conversation between both as his mom just abhors Guangyao but concedes to not trouble him since it is Guangyao’s help that has made Jixuan’s courting successful with Yanli.
Note: Madam Jin may not accept Jin Guangyao. She just reminds me of the Greek goddess Hera. She may never punish the women whom her husband has a relationship with, but she sure doesn’t want their kids in her house.
Jin Guangshan rallies the other clans, in private he has Jixun to get back at WWX and Jin Guangyao offers to help only to be ridiculed. He is called a failure and a disgrace and to leave his prescence at once. Guangyao leaves and keeps a calm demeanor as he finds a place to be alone until he bumps into Xichen.
They talk and Xichen consoles him when he finds out that he’s not getting father’s approval.
It was odd. Ever since Guangyao was taken in by the Jin Sect, things changed, but not for the better. It may be because he knew him as Meng Yao and spent time with him. He could tell what was happening, maybe his brother could, but he was trying to court Lady Yanli, so he may not be aware yet.
Didn’t matter now. He was here trying to console him, but he didn’t want to be touched. He curled into himself, sitting in a fetal position hiding his face. Like he wanted to shut the world.
Once again he found himself at a loss. It was his advice that led him to following his father's order’s only to face ridicule, and all he could do was sit there and wait. Leaving wasn’t an option and he couldn’t do it. Frustrated with his in ability to help Guangyao, Xichen pulls out Liebing and plays the Song of Clarity. After a while the sniffle’s diminish and Guangyao just stares at him as he plays. When he’s finished, he turns to look at him.
“Would you like for me to continue?” Guangyao shakes his head.
“It’s not necessary.” He gets up. “Sorry for my-” Xichen shakes his head.
“Please, don’t apologize. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to help much.” This time it was Guangyao, with a light smile, shaking his head.
“No, it was enough to have you here by my side,” replied Guangyao. Xichen’s heart felt tight with happiness. “Thank you venerated brother.”
Ah, the sweet cruelty Guangyao delievered as Xichen held back a sharp inhale. Donning his usual smile, he did the only thing he could.
“Of course,” he says as they both bid farewell for now, watching him as he left, gripping Liebling.
Mingjue is getting ready to leave when catches sight of his two venerated brothers. He’s surprised when he sees an upset Guangyao. (He’s seen Guangyao upset, but this one looks different from before. He’s hiding his face and hugging himself as if he want’s to out right dissapear.)
He also catches sight of how Xichen is looking at him and now wonders which one had an ulterior motive for making the vows.
Note: He still does not trust JGY, but that does not mean he won’t ignore that Xichen did something sneaky. Xichen, what was the reason for sharing cups and making those vows again?
Jixun and Jixuan do talk, and Jixuan realizes that Jixun may be jealous of Guanyao. He feels replaced and forgotten. Jixuan reasures him that he has not forgotten him and he had no intention of making him feel replaced, but he would definitely not apologize for punching him.
Finally Jixuan gifts Yanli the Lotus Pond and asks for her hand in marriage.
Guangyao meanwhile spreads rumors about WWX and finding out how to utilize demonic cultivation under the orders of his father. The rumors are also making it harder for Jiang Cheng and WWX to stand together. So lo-and-behold how Jixuan ruins his father’s and brother's plan.
Seeing how Yanli is upset with the discord with her brothers and how much it means to her, Jixuan resolves to fix it. His brother told him not to worry about it that it should hopefully resolve itself in time, but he just can’t stand Yanli upset. He also knows that Jiang Cheng will not accept anything he says’s at face value (remembers when he tried to ask for advice).
When he sees Jiang Cheng he already has a plan. He knows it can backfire but if it works…
Tells Jiang Cheng that he’s happy to know that he’s the better younger brother. Jiang Cheng is confused until Jixuan spells out that he at least stood by his brother even though there were viscious rumors about him. Insulted Jiang Cheng states that he is definitely the better younger brother and marches to the Burial Mound.
Tells WWX to bring the Wens to Lotus Pier and together they will figure out how to keep the remaining Wen’s safe. Jiang Cheng later admits that it was ‘the peacock’ that insulted him and that he refused to be the worst younger brother. WWX only agrees to take everyone else to Lotus Pier because 1) The Wen’s really need a better place to settle, 2)A-yuan should really not grow up in a dismal place like this and 3) that “Peacock” is not allowed to challenge his brother this way. No way!
Guangyao finds out what Jixuan did
Guangyao: Did you just dimantle all the careful planning I did for father?
Jixuan: *looks at Yanli with hearts in his eyes ♪(´▽｀) * huh? did you say something?
Guangshan uses this as an opportunity to force WWX to give up the Stygian Tiger Seal or he will not allow Jixuan and Yanli to marry. WWX knows why he can’t give the Stygian Tiger Seal, but he doesn’t want to ruin this for Yanli. Yanli takes the choice from WWX and tells Jixuan that she can’t marry him. Guangshan calls for a conference.
Jixuan is pissed at his father and goes to him during a conference with the other sects to demand his father to stop his bullshit and that the only reason he wants the seal is for a power grab. (Yeah, he’s pissed that he finally connected with Yanli and seeing her in tears is NOT OKAY!) Guangshan has him ordered out of the conference. Things don’t go well for the Jin Sect when Mingjue questions Guangshan about the Stygian Tiger Seal and whether he would take advantage of the situation. The Conference ends in a failure.
Meanwhile, Madam Jin is furious at Guangshan. She does not like Guangyao but at this point her son’s happiness is on the line and she knows Guangyao knows more than he lets on. She orders him to appear before her and to tell her what exactly he did. He admits his deeds but that he only did what his father asked of him. This pisses her off as she knows how loyal Jixuan is to him and tells Guangyao so.
He reminds himself that he actually values his brothers loyalty and love than the father who had no such intention of giving him any. So know Madam Jin and Guangyao team up (for now) to have Guangshan to back off. He has but is still refusing on continuing any more marriage prospect between the Jin and Jiang Sect. (cue Madam Jin getting ready to blow up Carp Tower only for Guangyao to tell her to please let him handle this).
OMG this took me two days! TBH I was house hunting so yeah that would take time, second one was Jin Guangyao as I kept writing I realized he was starting to sound sappy.
Guangyao is a character I’m trying to keep in character and honestly if I was writing this properly I may be able to convey him correctly but... *still thinks about the WIP I’m still working on* Not going to attempt.
*Secretely may. There’s a lot of things I wanted to write like the Yanli and Jixuan interaction but yeah.
I may do one more post of the Jin Sibling AU. I feel like it’s nearing the end. However if anyone is interested in anything else that happens in this Au go ahead and leave an ask or comment. Now I’m going to chill for a bit before I finish writing up the last part on my notebook to organize my ideas.
#jin sibling au#mdzs fanfiction#more like an outline#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#mo dao zu shi#mao dao zu shi#MDZS au#Jin Jixuan#jin guangyao#Jiang Yanli#Lan Xichen#xiyao#xuanli
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Find Me
Chapter Eighteen - Choose Your Own Adventure
Previous Poll Result: Kasanoda
Kyoya wasn’t expecting to hear back from him so quickly. When they had spoken a few days ago there was hesitancy in Ritsu’s voice, implying Kyoya’s favor would take some time. Considering his request, even a yakuza heir had to tread lightly when evading the other yakuza families’ operations. Kyoya expected to hear from him in a few weeks, not in two days.
He set his tea down beside a sloppy pile of employee files and answered his phone. “Kasanoda, hello.” Kyoya greeted calmly. He heard sirens faintly resounding in the background accompanied by nearby masculine voices talking over a staticy manpack.
“Kyoya, I need you to meet me at the field behind Tokyo’s highway welcome sign. I’ve already called the Hitachiin family but I think you should see this too.” Ritsu said anxiously, trying to raise his voice over the noise blaring behind him.
Kyoya’s expression fell as he stood from his seat and looked for a stray jacket. “What did you find?”
“Ritsu took a deep shaky breath and sniffed back a wet swell of tears, “I’m so sorry Kyoya. I don’t know how this happened. I’m so sorry.”
Kyoya snapped his fingers to grab his friends’ attention and pointed toward his bedroom door, silently telling them they need to leave. He reached for a black jacket slung on the couch’s spine and slipped it on while pressing his phone against his ear with his shoulder. The others quickly followed suit; abandoning their readings and layering on their jackets.
Kyoya gripped his phone again and quickly made his way to the garage with his friends close behind.
“Talk to me Ritsu, what’s going on. What did you find.” Kyoya asked again, much more sternly. His patience was wearing thin as it was.
Ritsu wiped his nose with his sleeve and cleared his throat, “They found a body.”
Kyoya stopped before he reached a winding stairwell, forcing his friends to skid to a halt behind him. His unseeing eyes stared into the dark hallway before him while distraught thoughts screamed in his mind.
Please let it not be Haruhi. Please let it not be Haruhi. Please let it not be Haruhi.
He felt a firm hand touch his shoulder and it gave him the shock he needed to continue moving. They quietly descended the stairs and walked through the foyer toward the garage. Kyoya wouldn’t bother Tachibana to drive them, not at this late hour, but he wasn’t mentally sound to drive himself. He’d need to ask the ever level-headed Takashi to take the wheel.
Ritsu took a deep shaky breath before continuing, “I’m sorry Kyoya. I’m so sorry. Kaoru’s gone.”
Kyoya snapped his phone closed without thinking. He didn’t mean to rudely hang up on Ritsu, he wasn’t angry with him, he had just heard enough. Ritsu’s words hadn’t fully registered until they settled into a black Honda. Kyoya buckled himself into the backseat while Takashi took the driver’s and Tamaki sat beside his raven haired friend whose eyes seemed distant and dull.
“They found Kaoru’s body in a field off 36.” Kyoya announced quietly, almost in a whisper. The words didn’t sound real as they fell from his mouth. They didn’t sound like his.
Tamaki and Mitsukuni clasped their mouths as angry tears cascaded down their flushed cheeks. Their muffled wailing filled the compact car as Takashi drove into the dark night, silently shedding a few tears as well.
Kyoya couldn’t cry. He felt too stunned to cry. He was stricken with grief, his chest burned in agony at the loss of his dear friend, but there was also a pinch of relief. A small pinch of guilty relief that it wasn’t Haruhi’s lifeless body they had found.
It was the most difficult car ride he’d ever suffered through. He couldn’t console his weeping friends and wouldn’t dare ask them to stop. They had every right to grieve Kaoru’s death with ugly tears and breathless mourns. All Kyoya could do was offer to hold Tamaki’s trembling hand.
The thirty minute drive seemed like seconds during Kyoya’s dazed shock. He didn’t count the minutes tick by while he watched distant stars litter the night sky. Time didn’t even seem to exist, not right now.
In the near distance they saw red and blue lights chaotically flashing ahead. Several police cars were clustered together with portable search lights highlighting the ditch below. An ambulance wasn’t there, meaning they had already taken Kaoru’s body away. Takashi switched the hazards on while he slowly came to a stop on the highway’s shoulder.
Ritsu stood at the top off into the grass speaking to three of his men. When he noticed the car pull up he dismissed his men and began walking to meet his friends.
Kyoya was the first out of the car, even opening his door before Takashi came to a full stop. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to pull Ritsu into a comforting hug or slap him out of misdirected rage.
“Why did you call me?” Kyoya asked as he stepped up to Ritsu. He settled on keeping his hands to himself, stuffing them into his pocket instead. “Thank you for breaking the news to us, I know that was difficult, but why did we have to meet you here?”
Ritsu reached into his pocket while looking over his shoulder and carefully slipped out a tightly folded piece of paper. He kept it close to his person as he offered it to Kyoya. “One of my men found this note taped to Kaoru’s back. Don’t read it now. Wait until you drive away. The police don’t know we took it.”
“This could be evidence used to solve Kaoru’s murder, what are you doing stealing this?” Kyoya seethed through his teeth, his eyes momentarily turning wild.
Ritsu took a hesitant step backwards and gulped, “You don’t understand, if they take this with them you’ll never see it again. They’ll dust it for fingerprints and shove it into a plastic sleeve where it’ll rot in a cardboard box in the back of their evidence warehouse. They won’t treat this seriously but you should.”
Kyoya considered his words while he stared at the folded paper pinched between his fingers. It looked like ordinary notebook paper but if Ritsu spoke the truth... it would be far from ordinary.
He offered an open hand accepting the paper, “Alright, I’ll take it, but why give it to me?”
“It might involve Haruhi.” Ritsu said sadly.
Kyoya’s eyes widened and stared at the folded paper resting in his palm, suddenly afraid of what could be written inside. He quickly stuffed it into his pocket followed by his hand and took a deep breath.
Mitsukuni looked around the open field before asking, “Where’s Hikaru?”
Ritsu’s shoulders slumped as he sighed, “He left with the ambulance. He refused to leave his brother’s side.”
A long moment of silence passed between the men. They fought off the traumatic image of Hikaru weeping over his brother’s body bag, unable to fathom that kind of pain. The kind that ripped through your body and spirit like sharp merciless blades, slicing through you until you prayed for the sweet kiss of death.
They could only imagine the kind of torment Hikaru and his family was suffering right now.
Kyoya cleared his throat, “Thank you Ritsu, I appreciate you calling me tonight. I apologize but we should be going now.” He couldn’t bear to stand so near to his friend’s crime scene. The flashing lights, muffled radio calls, and yipping search dogs were clawing at his sanity. He couldn’t bear thinking that beyond that grassy ditch his dear friend’s body was carelessly thrown to rot alone.
The reality of it all was grinding away at him, painfully stealing his good faith. His mind was still clouded by the numbing shock but he was beginning to crawl through it. He didn’t want to be here, of all places, when he finally broke down.
Ritsu nodded with a knowing look in his eye, understanding what his friend needed. He clapped his hands together and stared at the crunchy asphalt beneath his shoes before turning to leave.
Takashi reached out and patted Ritsu’s head, expressing his gratitude for a job well done. Ritsu smiled to himself and placed his hand atop Takashi’s, accepting his kindness. No words were said as they all parted ways.
Should Kyoya read the paper or turn it into the police? (Click to Vote)
Woah, did you see that coming? Better question is... who’s next? And why?
#ouran high school host club#ohshc#choose your own adventure#find me#Kyoya Ootori#haruhi fujioka#tamaki suoh#hikaru hitachiin#kaoru hitachiin#takashi morinozuka#mitsukuni haninozuka#poll#vote
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Forced Goodbyes
We finally reached the conclusion to Phase 1 (out of 3). Some slight time skips here and there, just to wrap things up a bit. Tragedy strikes, and messes everything up. Guess we'll have to see how that all leads into Phase 2...
Phase 1: Part 9 (End)
Word Count: (About) 1,200
1//2//3//4//5//6//7//8//9
It was a cold morning when Holger and Crow were called to Guile's office. They were to go over their next big mission. Normally it'd just be Holger, but Crow insisted on tagging along.
"It's just a simple recon mission. Just get some info about this guy...Rolento and his men, then get out. It's going to start simple, and stay simple, you two got it?"
"Sure."
"Yes, sir."
"...Crow, I mean it."
"Hey! All I did was get a little hurt last time. The other stuff was beyond my control."
"And you'll be sure to be far more careful this time, correct?"
"...Yes, sir..."
"When do you plan on sending us out?"
"About a month from now, they're supposed to be stationed in a much more open area by then. It should makes things a bit easier."
Having to wait a month for action, Crow starts to get bored out of his mind. Training is getting tedious, and if he has to see the infirmary ceiling one more time this week he's going to break something. Thankfully for him, he 'accidentally' eavesdropped in on some of his Uncle's superiors. They mentioned something about Charlie, a woman named Chun-Li, and Guile doing an important drug bust/detective work out in a secluded area in Brazil. Sounds fun, but he's knows better than to go alone.
"Krähe, I barely get enough sleep as it is, yet you made me change into my gear this early, and for what? Where could you possibly be dragging me this time?"
"Don't worry about it. I just want to see what's got Uncle Bill and Charlie in a bunch. That's all."
"So, you plan on stealing a helicopter to spy on your Uncle, and intrude on a mission that has nothing to do with us? Possibly making things worse for everybody?"
"I prefer the term 'Extra Back-Up', but yeah....you in or are you going to be a coward about this?"
"Tsch, fine. I'm piloting. You still can't land properly."
"I can land! It's just...a little...rough."
"Crash. What you do is crash."
"...Same thing..."
Thanks to Crow having a hunch last time his Uncle left the base, they had a tracker to follow to their destination. As they were approaching closer, they encountered another helicopter seemingly heading in the same direction. Getting a bad feeling from it, the two decided it would be best to follow it. Making sure they wouldn't be spotted in the process. Once they were practically on top of where the tracker was guiding them, the other helicopter started to fire at something on the ground...where Guile, Chun-Li, and Charlie were. Realizing that it was aiming for them, the duo started to fire back, sending the attacker crashing into the waves below. Once that was taken care of, the two of them landed on the cliff near where everyone was. As they were jumping out, they noticed Charlie was confronting a man in a red uniform. Charlie, unfortunately, seemed wounded.
Before they could ask any questions, Charlie seemingly sacrificed himself while trying to take out the red uniformed man. Taking half of the cliff with him as well. Guile attempted to reach out and save him, but was too late. With his Uncle visibly shaken, Crow goes over to try and console him. Taking him into a hug, which he seems to collapse into. Everyone is in stunned silence. It's stays like this for a while.
Once everyone has taken a chance to compose themselves, Crow explains why they came, which in turns prompts Chun-Li to 'partially' explain what their mission was. Apparently the red uniformed man, M. Bison, had inside drug dealers within their force. Charlie insisted on stopping them at their source. As an attempt to apologize for not getting here sooner, Crow and Holger offer to give the two a ride home, to which they agreed. It was a long, silent ride back. Guile did nothing but stare at the the dogtags from his lost friend in his hands.
It's been a about a week since that all happened. Guile hasn't been the same since. Next week Crow, Holger and their unit have there re-con mission. However, Guile wanted to see Crow after training today. The look on Guile's face when he entered the office, was grim. Crow was in utter awe at the words that came out of his Uncle's mouth.
"Pack up your things, you're going home."
"...What? Uncle Bill, is this some kinda joke? It's not very funny."
"I'm serious. Things are...intense lately. I don't...I don't want to risk you getting severely hurt. Please...just, don't fight me on this..."
"...Fine. Ya know what, fine. I'll leave, but don't expect me to forgive your choice on this. I don't think it's right. You're making a huge mistake."
"...I know."
Angry, not too unlike the first time Holger sent him to the infirmary, Crow rushes to his room. He feels hurt and betrayed, he didn't do anything wrong, well, besides the whole 'intruding on a mission he had nothing to do with' thing. Frustrated, he messily throws his clothes and other belongings into his suitcase. Not that he had much to go through, he was done in mere minutes. Or so he thought, noticing one last item he almost forgot to pack. The dark vest that Holger gifted to him. There was no room left in his suitcase, guess he could just wear it out.
Once it's closed, he huffs, and leans over the sloppily put together mess. He's hurting, and he wants to cry it out. There was so much he had planned...He wanted to help the unit anyway he could, everything he did so far didn't feel like enough. He's come so far...if he could only stay for one more mission and prove that he'd be fine, then maybe...
"Krähe. Is it true? Are you...leaving?"
He can't believe he forgot about telling Holger goodbye. It hurt too much to think about and he already had so much to deal with. They had plans for when they got done serving, plans to do things together. He didn't want to leave this way.
"...Not...by my own accord, but...yeah, I am. Uncle Bill's worried about me. I think it's because of what happened with Charlie...he's worried I'll...mess up."
"...I...see. That's unfortunate...I'm sorry to...to see you leave. We worked so well together."
"I know. I...I wish I could stay too. I was so ready for that recon mission..."
"ReCons are usually pretty boring, but I appreciate your passion for it all."
"Thanks. I'll try my best to keep in touch when I'm gone. Letters and whatnot. I hope when you finally get out of here we can meet up for lunch or...something. I...I wish you the best in the meantime."
"That's sounds...like a good plan. I hope you find something to keep yourself busy out there. I know how you get when you wait around and get bored..."
Holger looks down for moment, he's thinking about something. The next moment he nervously opens his arms for hug, and giving Crow a quick questioning glance. Crow accepts his hug right away. It was a bit awkward at first, but they eventually rest into each others arms. Breaking away just before the hurt of saying goodbye was too much.
As Crow leaves for the door, he feels his heart tear into pieces. Leaving this all behind him is killing him. He grasps his dogtags, and tugs them off his neck. His real first name is scratched out, no one really needs to know that one. He's Crow, and that's who he'll always be. After thinking for a moment, he tosses them to Holger.
"I guess I won't be needing these anymore. Consider them a good luck charm."
"...I'll be sure to keep them close. Auf Wiedersehen...Krähe."
"...I don't believe in saying goodbye in a place like this, it's bad luck. I'll be seeing you soon, Holger."
Phase 1: Completed, Continued in Phase 2: Part 1 (Coming Soon)
#my writing#s/i#f/o#s/i x f/o#s/i story#s/i fic#no clue when I'll start working on Phase 2 aka the D.Dark storline#I might take a break and do some art in the meantime though#this jusy took a lot out of me#I"m glad Phase one is finished though#krahenkoder
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