#finishing strong with a poem that made me go 'hey maybe i Am a little bit depressed' dkfgjhsf
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it’s getting dark. i don’t know if you’ve noticed. i noticed—i always do, i feel the loss of light like it’s a loss of air, it’s like the world ends when the sun goes down. i don’t know if it’s the same for you. i hope not.
every night another story closes out. it’s unhealthy to let yourself die every night, i think, just to be born again in the morning, but i have to let things go. i have to let this fade to black.
i have (had) many friends who loved winter, loved the dark: and when i said my favorite season was summer, they couldn’t understand. that’s alright. i don’t understand a love of the last cold vestiges of the year. i’m clinging to long days like a lifeline (and i think the short days were a relief, for them. a refuge.)
it’s getting dark, dear. i know you’d like to continue living, i know it’s the time for you to come alive—but i have to lay my head down on a pillow, now, and lay a weary soul to rest. it’ll be someone different in the morning, maybe. but it’ll be in the morning. always in the morning.
#april 30#napowrimo#escapril#from the prompt: it's getting dark#could've sworn i wrote a poem with the opening line 'it's getting dark dear' sometime before this but i can't find it elle oh elle#and that's the end of napowrimo! lost a week's worth of poems to being sick but that's ok. i don't blame myself#finishing strong with a poem that made me go 'hey maybe i Am a little bit depressed' dkfgjhsf#have a good day everybody! might not be back with a poem Tomorrow but i want to write them more often now :)#hope everybody who started reading these poems cause of napowrimo enjoyed them and sticks around for the future ily <3
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a comprehensive list of every never before seen hadestown lyric revealed in “working on a song”
Note: This list will not include any lyrics from the OBCR, Broadway previews documented in audios, the London run, the Edmonton run, or the NYTW run. Only lyrics that Anaïs has never revealed before. Also, I strongly recommend everyone actually read the book and support Anaïs! It has amazing insights into the show we love.
(Also, any ellipses mean the song just goes into the lyrics we already know)
Wedding Song
In early Vermont productions, Wedding Song did not exist; there was another duet called Everything Written.
Fates: Seven Sisters / Little Dipper / Great Bear, Hunter / Drinking Gourd / Libra, Leo / Pisces, Pluto / Venus, Virgo / Capricorn
Eurydice: Don’t it make, don’t it make you feel so small? / Orpheus, when you look up at it all? / When I look into the skies / I lose my head for scale and size / And still you’re larger in my eyes / Than any star / You pull on me like gravity / I want to be where you are
They say that everything is written / Everything written in those stars / The very lives we’re living / The very love in our hearts
Orpheus: Who could write, who could write this kind if love? / From such a height, all these light-years up above? / And all these light-years down below / I don’t need any star to show me / What my heart already knows / Eurydice / You pull on me like gravity / I want to be where you are
Eurydice: Come here
Orpheus: I’m here
Eurydice: It’s so cold
Orpheus: So clear
Eurydice: It’s so dark
Orpheus: So fair
Eurydice: Come near
Orpheus: I’m here
Eurydice: You’re there
A workshop version of Wedding Song included this exchange:
Eurydice: You have a way with words don’t you? It’s too bad none of them are true
Orpheus: It’s not a lie- It’s poetry
Eurydice: How many mouths does a poem feed?
Epic I
From 2007 Vermont:
Orpheus: King of diamonds, king of spades! / First there was Hades, king of the dirt / Miners of mines, diggers of graves / They bowed down to Hades who gave them work / And they bowed down to Hades who made them sweat / Who paid them their wages and set them about / Digging and dredging and dragging the depths / Of the Earth to turn its insides out / Singing la la la la la la la...
Then came Persephone, Hades’s wife / Our Lady of Shadows and Meadows entwined / Made to spend half of the days of her life / Right alongside of him down in the mine / But the other half she could walk in the sun / And the sun in turn burned half as bright / Which is where the seasons come from / And with them the cycle / Of the seed and the sickle / And the lives of the people / And the birds in their flight / Singing la la la la la la la...
So it was and it might have stayed / And the sun came up and the sun went down / A circle of fourths, a perfect cadence / The serpent’s tail in the serpent’s mouth / But the strong will take what they want to take / And the weak can only tell the tale / And the king began to lay his heavy hand upon the scale / What did he want? He wanted Our Lady / To have and to hold, not half, but wholly / To love him and never to leave him again / And as for the seasons, to hell with them! / And the earth warmed over in the dead of winter / The stillborn spring lay cold beneath / Summer gave a stormy sermon / Autumn walked in the wake with a wreath / And the people moved like weather patterns / Looking for shelter, looking for warmth / Helter-skelter the four winds scattered / The scavengers over the ravaged earth / Singing la la la la la la la...
From a workshop, presumably pre-London:
Hermes: Orpheus was a poor boy / But he had a gift to give / There was one song he’d been working on / He could never seem to finish / A song about this broken world / That he rewrote again and again / As though if he could find the words / He could fix the world with them
Livin’ It Up On Top
From pre-NYTW workshops:
Persephone: A hundred sunny summer days / Till my lover comes to find me / A hundred blooming olive trees / And a hundred grapevines climbing / Singing songs when the sun goes down / Light the fire in the darkness / Brother, pass that bottle around / And we’ll raise a glass to the harvest, it’s / Just enough fruit for the pressing / Just enough wine to fill our cups / But what we have is a blessing / It isn’t much but it’s enough
Eurydice: A hundred starry summer nights / Since my lover came and found me / Picking fruit and hopping freights / With his music all around me / Stay up late making love / All the stars are naked / Talking sweet and sleeping rough / Our bed is where we make it, there’s / Just enough fruit for the pressing...
Way Down Hadestown
From when Anaïs was 21, long before the show was even a concept:
Follow that dollar for a long way down / Far away from the poorhouse door / You either get to hell or a border town / Ain’t no difference anymore...
Suckin’ on the gristle and chewin’ on the bone / Thinkin’ ‘bout missiles and the old Dow Jones / All alone on your chromium throne /And lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely...
From 2006:
Persephone: Though I’m happy at his side / He’s not an easy man to love / I used to keep him satisfied / But lately he can’t get enough / Never enough of the mine and the mill / Never enough of his working girls / Never enough of the wall he’s building / All around the underworld / Way down Hadestown...
Orpheus: Mr. Hades is slick as an eel / Fountain pen, crocodile shoes / Quick as a snake, and he’s hot on your heels / He’ll make you an offer that you can’t refuse! / Way down Hadestown...
Hermes: Speak of the devil and the devil comes / Here comes Mister Hades now / To gather up his chosen ones / And bring ‘em down to Hadestown / Way down Hadestown...
From 2007:
Hermes: Make room, make room for Hermes, sir! / Make a little room for Hermes, ma’am / They call me a messenger / But that ain’t half of who I am
I’m a man of influence / I’m connected up and down / And I got all the documents / You need to get to Hadestown / Way down Hadestown...
Tired of walking in your worn-out shoes? / Tired of running on nothing at all? / Tired of standing your bets to lose? / Tired of losing? Give me a call, we’ll go... / Way down Hadestown...
Orpheus: Mister Hades got an iron fist / Step outta line and he’ll have your head / In the blink of an eye, with a flick of the wrist
Hermes: Hang around here and starve instead!
Orpheus: It’s a cattle pen!
Hermes: It’s a feeding trough!
Orpheus: He’ll fatten you up just to cut you down! / I’d rather starve
Hermes: I’d rather stuff my pockets down in Hadestown! / Way down Hadestown...
Hey, Little Songbird
Anaïs says she tried out this line in 2017 to include a more explicit “job offer” in the wake of the MeToo movement:
Hades: Hey, little songbird, gimme a song / I’m a busy man, and I can’t stay long / I’ve got clients to call, I’ve got orders to fill / I’ve got millions of souls on my payroll, but hell / I could fit you as well if you wanted
When the Chips are Down
From Vermont, 2006:
Fates: Cross my palm! Grease my chin / Can’t you see the kind of shape you’re in? / What you gonna do... ?
Wait For Me
From Vermont, 2007:
(These exchanges intercut the chorus)
Hades: Hermes! / Hermes: Hades! / Hades: Back in town! / Please, sit down / Please, relax / You’ve been around the world and back / Haven’t you, Hermes? / Hermes: I have / Hades: How’s the weather? / Hermes: Worse than ever / How’s your wife? / Hades: My wife is fine / Hermes: You’ve been spending a lot of time together / Haven’t you, Hades?
Hades: What have you brought? / Hermes: The latest crop / Hades: The freshest cut? / Hermes: A cut above / Hades: How many of them, a lot? / Hermes: A lot / Hades: A few too many perhaps / What’s this? / Why have you brought me Orpheus? / I know I never ordered that / It seems you’ve gone behind my back / Haven’t you, Hermes?
Hades: What was that? / Hermes: What was what? / Hades: I heard a voice / Hermes: I heard it not / Hades: Someone singing / Hermes: I heard nothing / Hades: Some kind of song / Hermes: You could be wrong / It could have been the wind / Hades: The wind? / Hermes: It could have been the rain / Hades: The rain? / Hermes: It could have been the train... (the train / the train / the train / the train...)
From “an early cutting room floor version”:
Fates: One (one, one) / You forget the sun
Eurydice: I forget the sun
Fates: You forget where you come from / You forget the sun
Eurydice: I forget the sun
Fates: Two (two, two)
Why We Build the Wall
Pre-NYTW:
Hermes: A lot can happen behind closed doors / With the big boss and his fountain pen / A lot of dirty deals go down / When there ain’t nobody watching...
Our Lady of the Underground
The 2006 version of the song was called “A Crack in the Wall” and these were the lyrics:
Persephone: Come and see the stars! / They’re fixin to fall / Slidin’ and a-slipping’ / In their gravity shoes / Old Man Mars / Taking Venus to the ball / Big dipper dippin’ / To the blue-sky blues
Have you forgot? / Which was is up? / I think you’ll find / I have just the thing for you / Put a quarter in the slot / You can fill your loving cup / With a little bit of moonshine / From the pay-per-view
How selfless! / The silent moon / Holding a mirror / For an ungrateful sun / Hey, Orpheus! / Are you leaving so soon? / Every night around here / Is a fateful one
Maybe you got blindsided / Lost your papers! / Lost your mind! / Maybe you once lost an angel / Just to watch her fall / Look a little closer and / The water turns to wine / Look a little closer: there’s a crack in the wall!
So I raise my cup / To the stars in the sky / If you want a show / Go on, get in line / Step right up brothers / Don’t be shy / What the boss don’t know / The boss won’t mind
Way Down Hadestown (Reprise)
A 2013 version of this song was called “No One Now,” delivered to Orpheus, and these are the lyrics:
Fates: Used to be a blushing bride / That was on the other side / Better to forget her face / Now she’s like the rest of us / One more number in a crowd / Maybe she was someone once / She ain’t no one now
Used to be a loving wife / That was in another life / Carve it on a marble stone / Now she’s like the rest of us / One more body in the ground / Maybe she was someone once / She ain’t no one now
Brother don’t you think we all / Used to have a name to call? / A tale to tell as well as her? / Now she’s like the rest of us...
Maybe when she first arrived / So alive, so naive / All the bright lights in her eyes / All her insides fluttering (alt. Heart aflutter on her sleeve) / Maybe she was someone then / Back when Hades drew her in / Like a moth into his flame / Borne aloft on burning wings / Well she ain’t the first and she ain’t the last / Hades’ fire is hot and fast / Just ask all the other girls / Sweeping up the ashes in the underworld / See even when the flame is new / She doesn’t hold a candle to / The woman Hades truly loves / So maybe she was someone once / But now she’s like the rest of us / All used up, all burned out / Maybe she was someone once / She ain’t no one now
From the Dartmouth workshop:
Hermes (to Orpheus): If you wanna get around down here in the tank / Down here in the clink / Down here in the hole / You got to think the way they think / Which is to say, your mind is blank / Which is to say, don’t think at all / Come / I’ll show you how it’s done
Welcome to the skeleton crew! / Welcome to the chain gang, kid / Lemme introduce you to / The members of the working dead / Old Jack Hammer! / Mister Miner / Wandering forever in the catacombs / Working on a hole to China / Diggin’ up them dino bones / Way down...
Sweatshop Sally! Missus Miller! / Workin’ in the cellar where the sun don’t shine / Sad eyed little Cinderella / Sweeping up the ashes of the summertime / Used to be one a the boss’s pets / Now she’s just another stiff / One night in the boss’s bed / And a lifetime on the graveyard shift / Way down...
Flowers
Did not exist in Vermont, but there was a brief reprise of “Everything Written”:
Eurydice: If it’s me- if it’s me you’re looking for / Orpheus, I can’t be with you anymore
Fates: She signed in blood / She signed for good
Eurydice: I signed before I understood / And I’d unsign it if I could / But it’s too late / They say that everything is written / Everything is written in those stars / Even these lives we’re living / Even this love
Fates: Seven sisters...
Papers
Pre-NYTW:
Hades: Let me see your papers, son / Let me see your documents / Or could it be that you have none? / You’re on the wrong side of the fence...
If It’s True
Pre-concept album:
Orpheus: If it’s true what they say / If there’s nothing to be done / If there’s no part left to play / If there’s no song to be sung / If it’s true what they say / If there’s no stone left to turn / If there’s no prayer left to pray / If there’s no bridge left to burn / If it’s true what they say / I’ll be on my way / If it’s true what they say / Then I have lived a lie / They can take the sky away / Take the stars out of my eyes / And my face will be a mask / And my heart will be a stone / And I’ll throw away the past / And I’ll go away alone...
How Long?
Pre-concept album:
Persephone (to Hermes): Brother Hermes, god of speed / Put your feathers on his feet / Hasten his delivery / Keep him hale and whole / Brother, I’m a jaded woman / But there’s something in his singing / And it feels like spring a-comin’ / To the winter of my soul
Brother Hermes, god of speed / Put your feathers on his feet / Hasten his delivery / Keep him safe and sound / He reminds me of the lover / That I was when I was younger / Back before my heart went under / Undercover / Underground
Chant (Reprise)
Dartmouth Workshop, 2014:
Hades: And in this symphony of mine / Are power chords and power lines / Which I arrange and orchestrate / And every day I dedicate / The magnum opus of my life / To my unkind, ungrateful wife / Persephone, and she shall see / Her name in lights on my marquee / And every night, another show / My symphony will never close! / And she shall have a front row seat / Which she shall never, ever leave! / Young man, you can strum your lyre...
Epic III
Vermont:
Orpheus: The strong will take what they want to take / And the weak can only tell the tale / And the heart of the king loves everything / Like the hammer loves the nail
The heart of the king is iron and steel / The heart of the king is the color of rust / The heart of the king is soldered and sealed / The heart of the king is a tinderbox / That he has to keep under lock and key / That it not catch fire inside his chest / Cos a lover’s desire is a mutiny / A lover’s desire is a wilderness
But even that hardest of hearts unhardened...
(I just have to say I fucking love this imagery of a fire oh my god)
Lover’s Desire
Anaïs once set the original Lover’s Desire melody to lyrics around the area of Wedding Song:
Orpheus: Lover, can you hear me? / I’m asking for your hand / Your hand for better or for worse / Forever / Whether you’re sick or well / For rich or poorer, to have and to hold for as / Long as we both shall live
Eurydice: Lover, can you hear me? / I’m asking for a hand / A hand that’s steady and strong / To lean on / To catch me if I fall / That’s the hand that I’ll have and I’ll hold for as / Long as we both shall live
Word to the Wise
Early workshops:
Fates: Hey / Hey / Hey / It’s judgement day! / Are you gonna let ‘em just walk away? / What you gonna do... ?
Wait For Me (Reprise)
Vermont:
Hades: Hermes!
Hermes: Hades!
Hades: Time to go / Time to bring this to a close / Time to lay this thing to rest
Hermes: Orpheus?
Hades: Orpheus / It’s all agreed / We’ve struck a deal / He’s free
Hermes: He’s free?
Hades: He’s free to walk
Hermes: And she?
Hades: To follow at his heel / And she, to follow at his back
Eurydice: Wait for me, I’m coming...
Hades: And she shall follow at his back / And she shall follow in his wake
Hermes: And what’s the catch?
Hades: The catch is this: / He shall not turn to see her face / And if he turns, the game is up / The deal is off, his race is run / And that’s the end of Orpheus / You’ll see it done?
Eurydice: Wait for me, I’m coming...
Written at an unspecified time but never used:
Hermes: A poor boy and a hungry young girl / Walking single file / While the music played / Brother, they looked for all the world / Like they was walking down the aisle / On their wedding day
We Raise Our Cups
The show once ended with an alternate song called “Cloud Machine” in Vermont, the lyrics of which Anaïs says she is embarrassed by:
Orpheus: What have I done? Mother, what have I done? / Squandered the gift that you gave me / Gambled with Hades and Hades won / And there’s no song now that can save me
Mother, I failed! Oh Mother, I tried / And I fell like a fool would fall / And I left my love / On the other side / On the other side of the wall
(Alt. There’s a crack in the wall / It’s a little bit wider / It’s a little bit wider, that’s all)
Persephone: Come, my son, don’t take it so hard / Everything is forgiven / You have done naught / But to play out the part / That the Fates in their wisdom have written
Orpheus: Raise up the curtain! The crowd goes wild! / The Fates are drunken clowns / All of us dreamers are walking the wire / While they juggle our dream around
Apollo, come down in your cloud machine / Apollo, come swallowing fire / With your thunder and lightning and kerosene / For the Fates and their funeral pyre
Persephone: Come, my son, we try and we fail / Every tail has an end
But the pale dawn breaks / And the snake eats it’s tail / And the tale begins again...
#hadestown#working on a song#anais mitchell#orpheus#eurydice#hades#persephone#hermes#eva noblezada#amber gray#reeve carney#patrick page#andre de shields#my posts#this took so long omg pls don’t sleep on it#so many of these lyrics are so beautiful#if anyone wants to discuss them PLS hop in the inbox or dms
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Hey guys, I wanted to make a g/n version of the kiss headcanons, because I felt bad that some people may not feel included or couldn’t properly enjoy the meal. If there’s any headcanons that you want me to do this for, please ask me it’s perfectly fine.
Quick note: Rook’s nickname for his darling had to be changed, because it was not gender neutral. However, this one “mon petit oiseau” (my little bird), is. This was found out through research, if I am wrong, please tell me.
━━ Trey Clover ━━
Trey was always pretty observant and soon noticed how his feelings may not be as unrequited as he previously believed.
Pink blushes and eyes dreamily locked onto each other’s for too long was sort of a dead giveaway. However, Trey wished to formally explain his feelings for his S/O.
Unfortunately, an Unbirthday Party was coming up and whilst all of the treats were made, the roses were a far cry from done and Cater begged anyone who’d listen for help.
Hearing the third year’s desperate pleas, his darling decided to meet up with Trey so they could both tackle as many roses as possible.
The job wasn’t completely unpleasant, yes they both would rather be doing something perhaps a bit more enjoyable, but they both treasured each other’s company and the small talk was rather entertaining.
It wasn’t long before it finally clicked in Trey’s mind that they were alone and peered down at his love, who was honing their all into making a stubborn rose red.
“S/O, I’m sure you are well aware but I just wanted to say.. I love you.”
His darling nodded at first before taking a violent double take and glancing at Trey, baffled and red at his casual confession.
“Hmm~ was it not obvious already? I would’ve thought you already knew.”
Teasingly chuckling at them, he pressed a gentle kiss against their crimson cheek, unable to hide his smirk. Cupping their warm face in his hands, he looked deep into their eyes to ask for permission before pressing his lips against their own.
The kiss was long and warm. It filled them both with a feeling of home and and comfort and neither of them wanted to leave.
Eventually, Trey pulled away, poking their still red face with his finger, unable to wipe his former smirk off of his face at her bashfulness.
The garden may not have been very finished, but they couldn’t care less when they had one another in their arms.
━━ Ruggie Bucchi ━━
Ruggie was worried. He always knew that he wanted to eventually confess how he feels to his love, but he knew that with essentially no money, he had limited resources.
Sneaking money out of Leona’s wallet little by little, Ruggie began to feel more confident in finding the perfect inspiration or possible gift for his beloved. As he stood in Sam’s shop, he felt a deep sense of regret for not just stealing a necklace to sell instead.
Prices so high it made him dizzy in the head and weak in the knees. Despair lingering in his chest.
That is, until he saw Trey buying some eggs which caused an idea take root in his mind. Baking was something couples did often and it did sound rather romantic. Plus, who was he to deny spending time with his love and filling his stomach for delicious doughnuts?
After class, S/O was nearly tackled to the floor by the blur that was Ruggie who had a strong determined look twinkling in his eyes. “Shishishi sorry about that... hey! Uh before you go, I’ve been asked to make some treats by Leona, but I barely know much about it. Do you mind giving me a hand?”
Tentatively, his S/O nodded their head, eyebrow raised in bewilderment before parting ways, delighted and perplexed.
Making their way to the kitchen, they began to wonder what was in store. The hyena loved to play pranks, maybe he had one in store for them?
It was however a great relief to see the cheeky student frowning at the recipe as if it was in another language.
His ears cutely twitching hearing their giggles, his head shooting up and with a grin so wide that it could’ve split his face in two adorned on his face.
Hours passed and they couldn’t deny that the evening was very gratifying, with the happy chatter and raucous laughter that filled the room. When doing a count of the doughnuts that were laid out on their tray, they soon noticed one had gone missing and quickly informed Ruggie, teasingly questioning him about its whereabouts.
“Shishishi ahhhh S/O this has been gone for ages~~ you are too easy to trick!”
Placing it back on the tray, they observed the design on the surface, eyes widening to the size of dinner plates after resist to messy “I love you” scrawled onto the surface of the small treat.
Cooing at the sweet gesture, they wrapped their arms around the trickster and softly responded to his feelings, immediately feeling him let out a gigantic sigh of relief.
Pulling away slightly, they stared at his lips entranced before finally connecting them, a cute yelp escaping from the boy.
The kiss was sugary sweet and fluffy and many more was stolen by the playful thief, accompanied by booming laughter and warm doughnuts.
━━ Jade Leech ━━
The Monstro Lounge has always been a rather busy establishment and had many a particularly busy day. Today seemed to be one of them as the orders kept piling up and showed no signs of stopping. Tireless hours catering and cleaning, until finally the crowd has thinned until the room was empty once more and the Lounge was finally closed.
Weary and stressed, Jade decided to go to the school pool and unwind. The tranquil silence flooded the room and Jade slowly sank into the room watery depths, feeling himself becoming truly serene. Which was sadly interrupted by voices from above calling his name.
With a slightly irritated sigh, he heaved himself onto the pool’s edge, scanning his surroundings with narrowed eyes. That was until they befell onto his love and instantaneously softened.
“Oya? What are you doing here S/O? Surely it is due time for you to be back in your dorm?”
His stomach suddenly felt light and filled with his butterflies learning of his dearest’s concern for him and slowly shut his eyes, not expecting them to stay and hurried rush a variety of sentences jammed together creating one love fuelled mess.
Disheartened by the lack of reply, they went to leave, slightly embarrassed before they were stopped by a cool hand wrapped around their wrist, revealing a slightly pink Jade.
“I must inform you that your feelings are not unrequited.. I love you too, my flower.”
Tugging their wrist to kneel by the pool side, he tilted his head upwards and connected their lips, completely intoxicated by the contrast between their bodies.
Gasping for air, his darling didn’t notice the toothy smile spread across Jade’s face as he pulled them into the pool, wrapping their arms around his neck and connecting their lips once more.
Addictive kisses were stolen and exchanged and neither of them could ever wish for more as they melted into one another, hearts swelling with every touch.
━━ Jamil Viper ━━
Jamil was ready to pass out. His usual menial chores were increased tenfold as a result of Kalim and his impulsive decision to let his wild pets roam free inside the dorm.
The chaos of the day finally reaching its end, Jamil dragged himself towards his room, ready to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Until, he set his eyes on his love sat patiently on his bed, instantly brightening and then furrowing their eyebrows in worry over the fatigue that seemed to radiate from every part of his body.
Ushering him to bed hurriedly, Jamil fought every urge to sleep as he inquired about why they waited for him at such a late hour.
When hearing them admit their worry for him, he scoffed and gently flicked them on the nose, thankful for the darkness of the room hiding the pink that was painted across his cheeks.
“That was rather foolish of you. This is my job and has always been, you don’t need to worry for me.”
He softened at their indignant whines of protest he brought their into a warm hug and sleepily murmured his feelings into their hair, blissfully unaware of what he just said until he felt his beloved stiffen up in his arms.
“Hmmmmm.... I love you, you know that right, Jewel?”
Calmly he apologised, unable to hide the slight disheartenment in his tone which left him as soon as he heard them shyly repeat his previous words.
Cradling their face, he pressed his lips to theirs in a small tired kiss, lips moving in sync lazily. Tiredly pulling away, Jamil crawled under his covers and gestured for them to follow suite as he pressed his warm frame against theirs and held their back close to his chest. His heart thumping wildly in joy, his brain still struggling to process the sheer amount of love he holds for his beloved.
“Goodnight my Jewel, I will wake you up in the morning.”
━━ Rook Hunt ━━
Rook had been acting suspicious. He already did have a shady appeal to him, but it was even more apparent than usual.
Whenever he appeared before them, his scent began to be rather sweet and fragrant and his hands where always stained green.
It didn’t help that he kept staring intently at his love like they was the last star in the sky, and despite his usual romantic bravado, this new behaviour screamed at them that he was planning something.
During the lunch break, Rook eagerly bounced up to them, hearts almost visible in his eyes, asking if they was free after school. Taken aback by his suddenness, they stood and stared for a while trying to gather their bearings. Agreeing apprehensively, they couldn’t hide the curiousity filling their eyes.
Upon hearing their reply, he could’ve sworn he entered heaven.
He almost launched them to the botanical garden, his heart running marathons, his mind a mess of thought out poems combining into one chaotic choir of infatuation.
With happiness radiating in every step, he took them to an picturesque area where an archway of orchids greeted them.
“Dear S/O, no amount of words could possibly describe how much my heart swoons for you, my love for you is as bountiful as the sea, encasing me in your radiance. This simple archway is a humble tribute to your golden heart, which I hope to one day own.”
Going weak at the knees at such a heartfelt confession, they responded with such excitability that could have put his to shame.
A stronger sense of devotion was glowing in the hunter’s eyes as he wrapped his toned arms around his love, span them in a circle, holding them close to his heart and kissed them with immense passion.
The kiss was fiery and warm and his darling could feel themselves melt even further into him.
The kiss went deeper and deeper, drowning them both.
Pulling away, Rook panted for air and presses his forehead against their’s.
“Hehe, mon petit oiseau, our love seems to truly be written in the stars.”
━━ Lilia Vanrouge ━━
Lilia was always very mysterious, but it truly did reach new levels of strange.
The mischievous fae had planned to hang out with his S/O a week in advance and seemed to be up to no good, with the telltale glint in his eyes being a dead giveaway.
Meeting up with his darling at their dormitory, he placed a hand on the small of their back, and began to lead them into the forest.
“Kufufufu I believe that in order for our small rendezvous to be truly enjoyable, one must insist for their guest to close their eyes and have faith in their partner.”
Apprehensively, they placed both hands into Lilia’s cold and calloused hands, shivering slightly at the temperature different between the two and closed their eyes, making them more aware of the sounds the dark forest created.
Sweet bird song and the light windy breeze clashed together in perfect harmony, gifting them the ability to completely relax and put their faith in the impish boy.
It felt as though they both had been walking for a millennia until they were finally stopped in their tracks, and the giggling from the man who was once before them turned silent.
Curiously, they opened their eyes and gasped in amazement. The scenery around them was nothing short of magnificent.
The moon had begun to peak out and painted the trees a beautiful silver. Small delicate beads of light flickering around, illuminating the forest gracefully.
Slowly turning around, they jumped at the sight of the usually talkative fae, quietly smiling lovingly at the innocent joy on his lover’s face.
“Sweet dove, the words I utter now are the words you are the true emotions that have taken flight within me. I love you. No, love isn’t enough, it scarcely passes as sufficient enough. There is no word that exists within any of the dictionaries in all the world that could possibly describe how much I cherish every part of you.”
Hearing their acceptance towards his feelings, he giggled so purely it reminded them of tinkling bells and elegantly dipped them, gazing at their loving expression that was aimed at no one but him and pressed his lips smoothly against theirs.
He could’ve sworn that nothing fit quite so perfectly as the two of them, lips moving in sync, hearts beating a thunderous rhythm, joy and mirth beaming through their lovestruck grins.
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Bridge to Terabithia AU?
Note: So I am familiar with the story and I was completely aware of what was gonna happen in the end. But hey anon, since you brought up the idea of a Bridge to Terabithia AU, I thought, why not watch it?
It’s late at night here. I just finished watching the movie. I’m half asleep, my eyes are swollen and I ended up writing a small depressing Bridge to Terabithia Levihan AU drabble
Anyway, I hope this suffices. I wrote it with my tears.
Let your head hang back and just watch the clouds. It will feel like you’re flying.
And she wasn’t wrong. With the bliss that came with clinging to the rope, letting his head hang back as he did, indulging in the clear blue sky above him, Levi reflected on that poem she had written back in class. Hange’s writing was impressive and only a few days ago, their language teacher had requested Hange go to the front of the class and recite it.
Back then, when he first heard it, Levi could have sworn she had flown before.
And at present, having just recovered from that bout of flight, Levi was certain she had flown before.
If you just stop and stare at the sky, and you let the rope take you where you need to go, for a moment you will find peace. And in that peace, you will see shades of blue, you could have sworn have never existed.
There were shades that existed between sky blues and the whites of the clouds. The shades that contoured the clouds, making it easier to pick the clouds from the blue behind it.
The glow lasted for a split second and it had been there. Up in their base, he had held on so desperately to that recall. But Levi still felt it fading from his mind as quickly as it came and he found himself scrambling to immortalize it.
“Don’t overdo it.”
Levi recoiled at the sound of that voice. “Let me.”
Hange giggled. “You smile now when you draw.”
Levi suddenly self conscious at that comment, found himself risking forgetting that shade of blue to look up and straight into Hange’s fox-like expression. “Maybe I do. Is there anything wrong with that?”
“No not at all. I think it’s inspiring,” Hange said. She looked away and back at their view from the treehouse.
It took more effort than necessary for Levi to keep a poker face as he attempted to mix the greys and the blues of his oil pastel to get that right shade of blue that he had been trying to etch so strongly into his brain. That was the blue. That was the blue that looked like flying.
“You know Levi, You don’t have to draw everything now. We have more than enough time to explore.”
As Levi soon realized, that had just been the start.
Terabithia
The landscape stretched far and wide. From their station up high on the treehouse, Levi could have sworn there was no end to it. For a moment, he was almost terrified that he was unable to see his home or his school from where they stood.
But it was an escape. As quickly as the terror came, it left. And it had been Hange who had played the part of his comfort, his fall back and it had all started when she pulled him down from the treehouse and guided him down branch after branch.
The sky is just the beginning.
He had landed on the ground, one foot after the other. Along the way, Hange had let go. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly when. Sometime as he climbed down the tree, the surrounding trees seemed to have gotten bigger, the branches a little more ominous and foreboding.
Yet Hange did not seem at all bothered by the dimness brought by the trees that towered over them. Levi only had to look at her to keep from stiffening up. Where he saw a threat, Hange saw opportunity.
Of course, she had mentioned it once before. Her father is a botanist, her mother a writer.
“That’s a weird combination.”
Hange shrugged. “Not really. They do share a lot about their jobs with each other.”
“Botanists and writers have things in common?”
Hange gave him a toothy grin. “You’d be surprised.”
Before Levi could even recoil at the sudden roughness touch, Hange had pulled him forward too violently, he ended up too focused on keeping his balance to do anything else but follow. And he let her lead, keeping his eyes focused straight ahead.
From his peripherals, he saw it, trees so tall that even just the roots towered so high above him, He felt it soon after in the rustle of the leaves, in the wind blow past him. He felt it with the crunch of the foliage below.
And as they settled on the glade in the middle of the forest, Levi was only further reminded of how small he was, particularly in comparison to the trees that surrounded them, looming over them even in the clearing.
“Do you see it?” Hange asked. Either by coincidence or by magic, the strong winds that had blown past him were suddenly stronger and the violent rustling of leaves and the unnatural bend of the trees around him, almost made his blood run cold.
What if the roots just suddenly pulled out from under them? What if it turns out they had feet underneath?
“What if the trees can move? What if they had feet underneath?” Hange looked at him a little too knowingly and Levi couldn’t help but think she might just have read his mind. “What if all these trees just suddenly came alive and marched towards us like giants? Or maybe… titans?”
Terabithia
Hange had a way with words. She had a way of creating a world with just her annoying yet effective verbosities. And Levi had been able to recreate that world in paper through his pastels.
Within a few months of knowing her, his room ended up covered with drawing after drawing of titans rising from the earth. The walls had been peppered by landscapes as well, large walled cities, forests with trees that loomed even over the titans they had fought in their little world.
With her words, Hange had created the world so quickly and in such a grandiose manner.
Levi soon realized though, it had come a little too quickly and too spectacularly.
When she wasn’t there anymore to paint the world for him anymore, the world had fallen into disuse and disarray almost immediately. Even the drawings he had scrambled to create over long nights, lost their meaning overnight. He ended up throwing them all out in a campaign to forget the past few months he had spent with her..
The world beyond the blue sky above him, had become nothing more than a faint memory.
A faint memory that consisted of echoes.
A few days after her passing, and a day before he had scrapped the paintings, he had allowed himself one last look at the world beyond the forest, only a creek away.
Levi!
In the deafening silence of the forest, between the rustles of trees and the crunching of the foliage beneath him, he heard her voice. For the first time in so long, he felt no terror as he watched the trees around him so closely, from the roots to the canopies above him. He had wished they would transform for him, just like they did those many afternoons with Hange.
They only ever listened to one master though. That one master who saw only beauty in the movements of the forest giants. And that one master was gone and Levi knew he wasn’t at all capable of doing what Hange had done many times before.
He had tried to see the magic beyond the natural sounds of the forests and the predictable movements of the trees. The wind was somehow weaker, although it still chilled Levi to the bone. The rustling of the movements only hinted to the coming of maybe a few small animals and gusts of wind in between.
In desperation, he looked up at the sky above him beyond the canopy, He once again tried to manifest before him the colors he had seen so long ago as he clung on to the rope that had long since broken. He could have sworn then, the sky was only one shade of blue.
He closed his eyes and let that disappointment wash through him. With it, the wind caressed him and blanketed him, and he felt it brush past his ears.
Levi! One final attempt. He searched for that voice once again in the swish and the whizzes of the wind as it brushed so closely past his ear.
He should have known though from the start. Those echoes and voices were nothing more than a trick of the wind. Hange was long gone and she had been gone for days already.
Even as he had accepted that cruel reality, he found himself wanting to pay one final respect to the world she had so intricately designed.
See you later Hange.
Maybe even in his memories, he could manifest her.
Maybe even in just his faint memories, he could believe she still happily lived on in her own little corner of the world.
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A Fractured Diamond:
Episode 9: Neva vs Llyr
Hi guys! I’m so sorry its been so long since I’ve posted a chapter of this, I’ve been busy with other fics and series and haven’t really felt inspired for this lately. But I got hit with the inspiration recently and finally finished it 😁! This is the last part to this ‘arc’ so I hope you all enjoy~!
Taglist: @thoughtfullyrainynightmare @succulentsunrise @jovialnoise
Word Count: 4,528
Warnings: Violence
Neva rolled her shoulders back as she heard the announcer shout. This was it, she felt her nervousness from a moment ago slowly fall away. She needed to put Llyr and Langris out of her mind for now, she had to focus on the task at hand. She turned to look at Sonas and Lavis, they were just standing there, apparently they didn’t have any idea what they were supposed to be doing. She sighed and shook her head, they were useless.
“ Ok, since neither of you have mapping spells can you at least sense mana decently?” She asked as she crossed her arms, they would need to move soon before the other team discovered their location.
“ U-Um…not really.” Sonas muttered softly, Lavis shrugged his shoulder.
“ I’m decent, but not as good as most.” Neva growled in irritation.
“ Well what are you two good at?!” She snarled, she needed to do well, she wanted to be a part of the Royal Knights and she would be damned if she didn’t make it because of these two! “ Whatever. Just stay here and guard the crystal. I’ll take care of the other team.” She quickly equipped her Effervescent Armor and took off before either of her teammates could say a word.
“ Well she’s in a mood.”
——-
Yuno watched as Neva seemed to almost glide across the battlefield, she seemed to know exactly where the other team and their crystal was. Her mana sensing was quite impressive, but it didn’t help that the other team was already on their way to where Neva’s team was situated so she was at least a level 4. He watched as she summoned a crystal pillar to pierce through the other team's mode of transportation. Her armor disappeared and she began to use Diamond Shower to attack from long range and Diamond Palisade to block the team's attacks.
‘She has gotten much stronger.’ Yuno thought somewhat proud, the thing was; Neva didn’t realize how much stronger she had gotten in the past few weeks, anytime they trained she would always mutter how she needed to get stronger, how she was still too weak, how she couldn��t call herself a member of the Golden Dawn until she was able to beat someone with the same magic type as her. He shook his head slightly, she was putting too much pressure on herself. But the more he watched the more his suspicions were confirmed. These three mages she was fighting against, they were all decently strong and she was handling them with ease. Not a single spell was able to hit her. Suddenly, he watched as a single Diamond Arrow shot out of her hand went straight through the other team's crystal; they had left themselves wide open to an attack.
“ Crystal Destroyed!” Rang out through the battlefield, Yuno watched as the teams walked away from each other and climbed onto the small disks that would float them back up to where the other knights stood.
“ I told you; she doesn’t work well in teams.” Klaus muttered as he pushed his glasses up, Yuno turned to look at him.
“ But, she works well with us!” Mimosa argued, but everyone had seen it. She went rogue.
“ Yes. But the key word there is us, she knows us and has learned how to work with and around our affinities.” Klaus argued before they heard heels click against the stone ground, Yuno turned and saw the fair haired girl in question walking towards them.
Neva was breathing heavier than she would have liked, the battle really wore her out, it also used a lot more mana than she wanted. She shouldn’t have used her armor, but she wanted to get the battle done and over with as quickly as possible. She wiped the small beads of sweat off her brow with the back of her hand as she walked over to the others. Yuno’s eyes were narrowed slightly.
“ What’s wrong?” Neva asked as she stood in front of him.
“ Nothing. You did very well out there.” He answered simply, Neva quirked her eyebrow. She was sensing a ‘but’ in that statement.
“ But?” She pushed slightly, Yuno was a terrible liar or at least when it came to little white lies anyway.
“ But you need to remember this is a team test. You can’t just abandon them like that and go off on your own, that’ll most likely disqualify you if you do it again.” Yuno explained, his usual monotone voice held a certain sternness to it. Neva gritted her teeth, she knew he was right, but that didn’t mean she liked it.
“ Says the guy who told me to use them as decoys.” She threw back, Yuno blinked in surprise for a moment before he looked away in shame, he did tell her to do that didn’t he?
“ I shouldn’t have said that.” he admitted softly, causing her to sigh as well. Everyone in this test had been dealt a bad hand. Some worse than others.
“ What do you suggest I do then? Since I can’t go off on my own?” She asked him before crossing her arms, she watched Yuno think for a moment before he did a small half shrug.
“ Adapt.” He told her simply. Neva blinked, that was it? To adapt?! That was all the advice he could give her?! She shook her head before walking past him for a moment and coming to stand next to him, she watched as a small team cleaned the field for the next team.
“ Easy for you to say, you can adapt easily. I...I’m not so lucky.” She muttered under her breath, Yuno frowned, she was decent at adapting in his eyes. Sure she wasn’t as good as others, but she was still decent. Before he could open his mouth to argue his team had been called.
“ Looks like it's your turn.” Neva said as she turned to look at him, a small smirk on her face. Yuno nodded before walking towards his team.
“ Hey Yuno,” he turned as he suddenly heard Neva call him, his breath hitched in his throat slightly. She was smiling softly, like at the Star Festival. “ Good Luck.” All Yuno could do was nod in response before he turned and stood on the small platform that would take him and his team down to the small battlefield. He had seen that smile two times before, so why did it still make him feel...weird? Like he couldn’t breathe. He quickly shook his head, there wasn’t time for any of that, he needed to focus on the task at hand.
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Neva watched silently as Yuno and his team entered the battlefield, she was nervous, even though she knew he would be alright. She didn’t really know why she was nervous for him though.
‘Maybe because you don’t want him to get hurt, hm?’ That little voice in her head teased. She quickly shook her head, no, that wasn’t it! That couldn’t be it! But a small part of her did wonder if that little voice could be correct, when Neva thought about it she was nervous when Mimosa and Klaus were fighting as well. She paled instantly, no, that was the complete opposite of what she wanted! She had to keep her distance, the walls needed to stay up, for everyone's sake. She heard the announcer begin the match and watched as Yuno and his team split up. He took charge almost as soon as they had landed on the field, he knew what he was going to do, and he expected them to follow.
Neva watched him in awe, the way he moved on the field...it was amazing! The way he used his affinity to carry himself, the way he was able to use both offensive and defensive spells at the same time without using very much mana. It was one thing when she fought alongside him, and another when she was watching him. She never noticed the way he flicked his wrist when he went to use one of his many offensive spells, or the way he clenched his jaw when his opponent made a counter move, or the way he seemed more comfortable in the air than on the ground. He carried himself differently on the battlefield than he did when he wasn’t, he was more confident, more comfortable here. This was his space. Neva hadn’t realized her mouth was slightly open in awe at him until she was snapped out of her thoughts by the one person she never wanted to see again.
“The Honest; always gives, but never takes.
A protagonist; never makes mistakes.
The honorable; always provides solace.
A leader; one that truly intimidates.
The true hero; the honest.
An honest man; is he.”
Llyr closed his poetry book with a soft ‘snap’. He came to stand beside Neva and watched as Yuno continued to dodge the lesser mage’s spells.
“ Are you trying to tell me something Llyr?” Neva asked in irritation, she hated his stupid vauge poems, ever since he was a kid he was always partial to that art form. He chuckled softly.
“ Maybe I am. But sadly, the message probably goes over your poor little head.” He sighed in disappointment. She glared at him.
“ Well I’m assuming the ‘honest man’ you’re referring to is Yuno, yes?” She asked with a smirk, she saw the genuine surprise on his face before he quickly covered it.
“ My, you have changed Neva. What a smart little girl you’ve become.” Neva growled, the way he was speaking to her, like she was a naive child, was really starting to piss her off.
“ You’ve got to the count of three to go away before I kick you across the field.” She warned, Llyr held his hands up in mock surrender before he laughed.
“ Aw don’t be that way Neva, I was only teasing. But you are correct, I was talking about Yuno.” He confirmed with a nod. “ May I ask you something?”
“ You’re going to ask anyway so I don’t see the point in you asking for permission.” She snapped, Llyr always did and said what he wanted, so why should he start asking for permission now?
“ How can you two be so close, and so similar, but yet be so different at the same time?” He asked, Neva turned to look at him in confusion.
“ What are you talking about? Yuno and I aren't very close.” She stated she didn’t think they were very close, or at least not closer than how squadmates usually were, he shrugged simply.
“ You sure? Because, it doesn’t look that way to me.” Llyr smirked slightly, causing Neva to roll her eyes at him. “ Y’know what I noticed? You didn’t deny that you were different, yet similar.”
Neva hmphed a bit, she had noticed their similarities a bit. Both were quiet, focused, and didn’t really want to make friends and yet they were different in the sense Yuno told everyone what he was thinking and didn’t have a problem telling them about his family, about the people back at his home in Hage village, while she, well, she didn’t talk about anything.
“ Crystal Destroyed!” Suddenly rang out, pulling Neva out of her thoughts, Yuno’s team had won and she missed it, because of Llyr!
“ Great thanks a lot.” Neva snapped, she had wanted to see all her squadmates' victories. The red haired man smirked and ‘tsked’.
“ What a shame you missed your boyfriend's overwhelming victory.” He tutted, Neva growled and she glared at him.
“ He is not my boyfriend!”
“ Whatever you say blondie, whatever you say.” He teased before walking away, she glared at the red heads retreating form. He was probably the most infuriating person on the planet, a small piece of her wondered how his fellow squadmates hadn’t killed him yet. She looked over when she saw Yuno and his team come over, Noelle walked past her to go speak with Asta and the other Black Bulls that had come to cheer her on while the man from the Green Mantis went over to be by himself, or that’s what Neva assumed anyway.
“ You did great out there.” Neva said with a smirk, she hadn’t gotten to see the entire match, but from what she had seen, and what she knew about him, it was probably an easy victory.
“ Thanks I guess. It wasn’t that difficult.” Yuno said quietly as the two watched a small crew begin to clean up again.
“ I didn’t figure it was.” She said with a small laugh, she figured most of these matches would be pretty easy for him, unless he went up against the Captain of the Aqua Deer or one of the Vice Captains. That would probably be the only time he would struggle.
The raven haired man and platinum haired woman stood in silence as the next team entered the field, neither really felt the need to constantly fill the silence with small talk like a lot of people felt they needed too, Neva had to admit it was nice not having to think of something to say. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and saw he appeared to be lost in thought, most likely about his next match. She sighed softly, she had been trying to think of a strategy herself, but considering her two teammates might as well be useful as a chocolate teapot in the middle of summer.
Neva blinked as suddenly the next team was already leaving the battlefield, what? When did she miss that? Yuno frowned as he looked over at her.
“ You alright?” He asked, he watched the blonde girl shake her head. The last time he looked at her she looked to be completely lost in thought, he shook his head, she was stressing herself out.
“ I’m fine, just...got lost in thought.” She laughed humorlessly, she frowned when Yuno made a disbelieving noise, but neither commented on it. She wondered why he had made that noise. Suddenly she watched his eyes widen and his mouth open slightly in shock. “ What’s wrong?” She asked before she followed his gaze up to the board. She gasped softly as her own eyes widened at the names.
The next two teams that would be going against each other were hers and Llyrs!
“Seriously?!” She said softly, why did the world have it out for her?! It wasn’t that he was stronger than her, it was that she had to deal with his personality on the battlefield. He was already annoying enough just speaking to him, she could only imagine how he was when you fought against him!
“ Well well well, if this isn’t a pleasant surprise.” Llyr laughed as he came up to stand beside Neva and Yuno, she gritted her teeth and glared at the red head who only smirked. “ I was hoping I’d get to test out your fighting skills today. Hopefully I won’t be disappointed.” He chuckled before walking towards his teammates.
Neva shook her head before she walked over to the small platform that would carry them down to the arena.
“ You’ll be ok Neva. You’ve got this.” She froze as she heard those words leave Yuno’s lips, she turned around to face him and he had his usual look on his face that she couldn’t read, but the look in his eyes showed he believed those words without a doubt. She smirked and nodded.
“ Thanks, Yuno.” She said as she stepped onto the platform with her teammates and floated down to the arena, she couldn’t help but sigh slightly in relief. She felt better knowing someone else believed in her.
———
Neva looked around, they had been dropped in a different location than before, they were in a small slightly worn down building that was surrounded by trees and foliage. She had to admit it was a good spot to hide in, well hidden, secluded. But it was also the perfect spot to be ambushed, so she made sure to keep her guard up. She looked over at Sonas and Lavis who just stood there looking around, she sighed in exasperation; these two were completely hopeless.
“ What’s the plan boss?” Lavis asked as he crossed his arms, Neva rolled her eyes; why did it always fall to her to come up with a plan? Did neither of them have a brain of their own?
“ I don’t know.” She confessed with a shrug, Sonas blinked and looked down at the ground.
“ L-Llyr is a really strong mage and his two teammates are as well, h-how are we going to beat them without a proper plan?” He asked nervously, Neva placed a hand under her chin thoughtfully.
Llyr was not dumb by any means, sure he liked to pretend he was dumb and aloof, but he was probably one of the most intelligent people she knew. She began to pace around the room as Lavis and Sonas watched her. Llyr’s main weakness was his pride, anger, and his ego. He believed he was more powerful than he actually was, now that wasn’t to say he wasn’t powerful, but she had gone against a lot more powerful people than him before. She smirked a bit as she was hit by a sudden idea, a memory from a previous conversation had popped into her head and she knew exactly how to beat Llyr!
“ I have an idea, but I’ll need you both to listen to me very carefully and follow my instructions exactly as I tell you. Do you understand?” Neva asked them, they both frowned but nodded.
Llyr sighed as he used his water magic to carry him, his teammates, and their crystal towards Neva and her team. He lucked out in getting a mage who had a mapping spell, so they were able to locate them pretty easily.
“ Huh.” The Blue Rose knight who was using the mapping spell suddenly muttered, causing Llyr to glance over at her.
“ What’s wrong? We’re almost there.” Llyr asked in mild annoyance, the girl frowned and looked up at him.
“ The group; they’re splitting up and going in completely different directions!” She exclaimed in surprise, Llyr smirked which only surprised the team more.
“ Ah, she’s taking a huge risk doing this. But is the gain really worth it?” He muttered to himself as he suddenly dropped the water transportation spell, he landed on his feet while the others landed flat on their faces.
“ She thinks she can weaken our team by separating us, making us all go in seperate directions.” He suddenly began to chuckle. “ But she forgets; it weakens her team as well. Where is the strongest mana coming from?” He asked the Blue Rose Knight, she looked at her mapping spell before answering.
“ Straight ahead. It’s a large concentration of mana but-.” She didn’t get to finish her sentence before he took off in the direction she pointed. “ H-Hey wait!” Llyr didn’t listen, he knew where there was a large amount of mana meant that Neva was there and, knowing her, she would be guarding the crystal herself!
Neva smirked as she stood in a small clearing, waiting for the red head to show up. She glanced at the crystal behind her, she hoped her plan would work, no, she knew her plan would work. She quickly faced forward before suddenly feeling mana approach her and saw Llyr flying towards her and her smirk widened; he brought his crystal with him.
What an idiot.
Llyr suddenly let out a yell as a wave of water came towards her, Neva quickly used ‘Diamond Palisade’ and a wall of diamond quickly appeared in front of her and blocked the water mages spell. Droplets of water splashed around her, some even landed on her cheeks, but she remained calm. There was no way he would be able to cut through her diamond.
“ Nice reflexes blondie.” Llyr smirked before he sent more and more waves of water towards her.
Neva either dodged or blocked them with her Diamond Wall, she would use her Diamond shower on occasion, but he was pretty fast himself. Llyr would dodge or capture it in a bubble of water before letting it drop to the ground. The more the two fought the more destruction they caused. Tree’s were being cut down, the ground was being destroyed. But worse of all; Neva was getting tired.
‘I...I used a lot more mana than I thought.’ Neva thought somewhat bitterly, she hadn’t meant to use so much earlier but she had no choice. She tried her best to defend the crystal, she couldn’t let him break it, that one thing held her chance at being a Royal Magic Knight!
“ Haha my my, the Diamond of the Golden Dawn is getting tired is she?” Llyr teased as he sent more waves of water towards her, that had been a title given to her shortly after she became a Magic Knight. She usually didn’t mind her title, even though it wasn’t used very much, but she absolutely hated the way it fell from his lips. Like he was mocking her accomplishment. She sent more Diamond shards towards him but again he dodged or captured them on bubbles. Neva began breathing heavily, she didn’t have much mana left.
“ Hah!” Llyr suddenly shouted, he sent a spear of water towards her and she made yet another wall, but as soon as the wall went down he sent a slash of water at her, but she didn’t have time to create another wall. The sharp edge of his water knife grazed her cheek before curving past her and cutting straight through the crystal. Neva heard the crystal shatter behind her and fell to her knees; this was it.
“ Hahaha! I can’t believe it, even after all this time you still can’t beat me and you’re supposed to be a part of the Golden Dawn!” Llyr laughed almost manically as he held his head high in triumph. “ At first I’ll admit, I thought you had really gotten stronger, especially since you’re in the Golden Dawn. But apparently, I was wrong. You’re still that weak little girl from many years ago who knew nothing about her magic and could only make little sculptures with it.” He stepped towards her and glowered down at her.
“ What a disappointment.”
Neva’s head shot up at that comment and Llyr’s eyes widened; she was smirking at him. Why? Why did she look like that? Like she had just won. That’s when it suddenly hit Llyr like a ton of bricks.
The announcer didn’t call out ‘Crystal Destroyed’. His blue eyes traveled towards where the crystal had sat only moments ago, he had destroyed it hadn’t he? So why wasn’t he being declared the victor? He growled as he looked at Neva’s smirking face again.
“ What did you do?!” He shouted in rage, and all Neva did was slam her hand to the ground and a diamond spear appeared behind him and pierced his team's crystal. He whipped around and stared as the shattered remains began to disappear. He gaped like a fish out of water, what the hell did she do?!
“ Crystal Destroyed!” The announcer shouted and Llyr felt his blood boil as the blonde stood up and held her head up high.
“ I listened to a friend's advice and used everyone as decoy’s.” She smirked as Yuno’s teasing words popped into her head. He had meant it jokingly, but it was actually a pretty good idea when she thought about it. She began to walk away from Llyr, he began to follow her and just glared at her back.
“ You see; I used my Diamond Magic to make 3 fake crystals that were nearly identical to the one we were given. In order to do that I had to use a lot of mana, plus I had to insert some of my, as well as my teammates, mana into them so your team wouldn’t be able to tell which ones were real and which ones were decoy’s. The real one was hidden in that old building behind me. I used your ego and against you Llyr, I knew you would come after me if the teams split up because you want to prove you're stronger than I am. Of course you failed because you let your pride get in the way of your intelligence.” Neva finished as she turned around to face him.
Llyr was pale. He had been played like a fool, and that made him angry. He began to shake violently, how dare she be so smug about this? How dare she think she’s better than him! He was able to beat her during their matches when they were kids, he was able to prove to everyone that he was better, stronger, and more capable than she was! He suddenly leapt forward to try and attack her, but Neva was quicker.
Without a second thought, the minute he got close enough Neva quickly kneed him in the groin, causing him to stop instantly and double over in pain. She shook her head and leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
“ You’ll never be better than me, not in a million lifetimes. Sure you can get strong, but I’ll get stronger. After all, I was gifted with more mana than you,” she smirked as she lowered her voice even more. “ commoner.”
The word slipped off her tongue like a slur, she watched as Llyr’s body stiffened and she could feel his rage bubbling. But he couldn’t say a single word to dispute her claim. She was born a noble, he was born a commoner. That’s why he had taken so much pride in beating her as children, because who would have ever thought a commoner would be able to beat a noble. She quickly turned around and walked away from him, sudden guilt beginning to eat away at her. She never threw her status in someone's face, it wasn’t who she was, but Llyr...he needed to learn to stop being so cocky all the time!
She glanced up at Klaus and Mimosa and saw them beaming with pride and happiness, even Yuno seemed to be slightly proud of her. But all she felt was shame. ‘Llyr deserved it, he wanted to call me weak and put me down, he deserved a taste of his own medicine!’ She tried to justify to herself, she quickly looked away from her squadmates and stood on the platform that would take her back up to the others.
Neva had thought she would be happy she had finally beat Llyr in a battle, but instead all she felt was guilt.
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Ah I apologize this wasn’t very good but I hope you all enjoyed and I’m so sorry for the wait 😅! Hopefully chapter 10 won’t be as long a wait! Anyway thanks for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!
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hello icha!!!!! learned from my mistakes and typed this out in a separate document. first i have to say im feeling a very deep connection with citron as of late bc i was giving myself a pep talk abt like physics and i told myself "face up and man the music!" and was like "...is that wrong. theres that song called man against the music isnt there... yeah it must be right" and. well i realized later. i also think the phrase "dont cry because it happened, smile because its over" is very good. also I’m halfway thru creating a very eclectic list of like. a Pokémon team for each a3 character which is… something. kinda knew it would happen to me. might take a while for me to finish it tho now that I’m halfway bc I’m suddenly having a crisis like “wait shit I’m only confident on my understanding and characterizing of like 4 characters am I good enough” so… it’s slow going lol. anyways. i finished that damn physics thing I was giving myself a pep talk about and so am treating myself to autumn/winter. happens that watching these events is also like. the only thing which reminds me to actually like. log into a3 lol. i am so bad at gacha games. probably a good thing in the long run. ok starting from the top!
hisoka going "zzz" as his reaction made me immediately go... oh dear, please dont fall asleep in the bath and guess what happened. yeah. good thing homare was there lol. speaking of i fucking adore homare and his poetry. id buy his collection. i also wish there was a collection like if there was a master list of every poem he says in like. at the very least main story. if not i will literally do it myself. i love homare so much im like him in that back when i had to play dodgeball id always be like kufufufu they cant hit me if im friendless enough that no one pays attention to me but like in my case it actually worked out. on the subject of the pillow fight tho, hisoka's crazy strong pillow fight throw... one more mark on the list for suspicious, maybe assassin occupation. this event made me realize how much i missed winter like. i saw the stranger pretty recently (which has caused the effect of be being like "taichi!! thats my boy!!" in my head everytime he shows up lol but anyways i havent gotten to a winter play yet so im VERY hype. especially bc this seems like it stars hisoka and homare??? like oh!! oh!!!! also detective fiction... im swooning. i also just enjoy the hisoka homare dynamic a whole fucking lot i think its nice how homare was like "yeah im ride or die for this funky lil amnesiac, why wouldnt you be?" and its just like. nice. feel like hes always reaching out to hisoka which is like. man homare is so nice.
back to chronology. ofc sakyo goes cheap for the hot springs lol. on brand as ever. was very hype for the azuma sakyo dynamic bc all i remember is like azuma trashing everyone including sakyo at some game or the other in one of the winter chapters and it was very good. or was this a clip in like a stage play? either way it was delightful. at first i misinterpreted taichi going "…" after azuma and sakyo said theyd never been on a field trip bc like. taichi being quiet or noncommunicative... after going thru autumn troupe act 1 it makes me fear for my life a little lol. anyways im glad he was just like planning fun times. speaking of taichi tho we got a tasuku taichi pair for etudes!!!! im not spoiling myself for later events but i hope to GOD tasuku and taichi do like a lead co lead in SOMETHING or at least like some mixed troupe event i want them to talk!!!
also dunno if this is an intentional pun but i enjoy that its called high spirits at the hot spring bc like oh theyre having fun but also bc like. "spirits" is used to refer to a certain type of alcohol i think? which is cool. dunno if its intentional but i liked that. anyways the talent show. taichis moving rendition of single ladies... ok i know it said single fellas but like. we know. wonder if that line was a different song in japanese? its not too old at ALL tho imo. anyways the way banri and juza being themselves Are the entertainment... flashback to when banri slaps juza live on stage instead of doing a stage slap lol. my reaction to azuma essentially went:
azuma: I can offer to bare my soul, and a little more ;)
izumi: what do u mean by that???
me: hey tasuku and omi were shirtless what's ur problem with azuma
anyways i reread and from what i understand they were maybe only flexing and doing a gun show? which like. no wonder it didnt last too long then lol. also explains why they didnt have shirtless sprites i suppose lmao. i am SO curious abt what azuma ended up doing tho that fade to black is so mysterious! did he tap dance? did he pole dance? the world will never know...
oh also im not like super familiar with azuma yet but my read on his personality is definitely like "I am so touch starved All The Time but I will be chill. :) :) this is fine :)" like he just seems to rly like being around people! just like basking in presence whether or not hes rly talking that much.
i enjoyed that juza mentioned pillow fighting with his lil brother... thats nice! i think a lot of this event was just focused on ppl having fun over the drama lol bc it got wrapped up sooo quick. i liked the bit where sakyos worried that izumi was out late searching for him tho it was so sweet. table tennis match was very fun although id argue calling hisoka and juza the two quietest tho lol like... banri exists so juza isnt quiet. just like inevitably. finally, the event cg!!! azumas hair tied up... so nice! thats how I tie my hair up sometimes tho it doesnt look nearly as nice lol. taichi rambling abt his first love for so long tho... lol. ill be honest i have to reread autumn bc i was not aware of this whole situation until it came up in the stranger and i like inferred from there. the end of this event was nice! it was cute. i dont rly have much thoughts on it but im so hype for the winter play
Hello:!!! so good to see you again, freshly learning from your mistakes then :3c
the connection with Citron is a BLAST to read about. I am glad that Citron is there, on your mind, supporting you at every turns of language. It's beautiful.
AND OH THE POKEMON LIST!!! thrilled to hear about it being a wip ongoing! take your time ofc and i hope you'll feel more confident as you go for your characters interpretation! i believe in you!
lmao i'm glad the events help you remember to play a3, i'm sure that by the time you'll be done with the events you will have unlocked so much of act 2 you won't have to worry too much about it. Anyway i'm glad you treat yourself to good things :3c
of course Hisoka fell asleep in the bath. tbh this event was a lot of "Hisoka almost dies in a spring house multiple times if it wasn't for his troupesmates". Between sleeping in the bath and almost swallowing the table tenis ball... where would we be without Winter, and especially Homare, taking care fo him.
I'm SO GLAD you like Homare that much! he's so so good! i'm sure there must be a masterlist somewhere, or well. can be done anytime i guess?? but yeah Homare is fantastic and LDJFDLKFJDF the evil plan to avoid dodgeball from both of you.. this is incredible DLKJFDLKF. But yeah alas he's loved by his own so he gets hit smh.
And yeah Hisoka is just acting sus huh.
BUT YEAH... YEAH... WINTER... BELOVED.... I feel regular and normal feelings for Winter as you know, s o .
(i'm so delighted that you feel that way about Taichi though, as he deserves!! what a good boy!!!)
But yeah Winter play next!!!!! i love the winter plays so much i hope you'll like it as well!! aND YEAH HISOKA AND HOMARE AS A DUO... for a DETECTIVE story?? so good.
I'm sO GLAD you like their dynamic! yeah i adore it too. Homare was so quick to leap into taking care of Hisoka? Like i mean he immediatly called him sleeping beauty when they first met, and immediately decided to be his roommates to watch over him, and then he did everything to take care of him and it's just so sweet. Homare has such a big heart he's so gentle with Hisoka. Homey and comfortable, whenever Hisoka admits it or not ahah.
ahah wouldn't be Sakyo if he didn't need to stay cheap. BUT YEAH the Sakyo/Azuma dynamic is pretty good. oh the event you talk about i think is in some of his very first backstage storyes (that you can read if you have them since they're at this point of the chronology). There's one where they play a mafia game and Sakyo is warry of Azuma because "people like him are those you need to worry about the most" and Azuma is just ":) you wound me :) i would never :)" and then Azuma wins the game and starts to mess with everyone. It was so fun. and yeah i see which clip you mean for the stage play!! it's so so fun they have such a neat dynamic and i loved to see it in this event as well.
and omg worrying about Taichi while he was just there preparing a fun time! this child really would have worried us all back then huh
but AHH YEAH TASUKU TAICHI.... It's such a neat dynamic! ofc i won't say anything but man i love the potential of their stories, as the two ex Godza boys. To see them bond and be comfortable with each other always make me so soft.
OH NICE CATCH FOR THE PUN! i think it must be the reason for it tbh, i love it! thanks for pointing it out!
The talent show was really fun yeah ahah! I wonder what it is in Japanese too but at least the localization was hella fun!
"anyways the way banri and juza being themselves Are the entertainment." THEY'RE SO SILLY I love them so much
AND LMAO YOUR REACTION AT AZUMA I LOVE IT. YEah i think Tasuku and Omi are just flexing (which is Still. SO FUNNY. Just there saying "our talents is.. our muscles...") meanwhile Azuma is like "my talent is that i'm crazy hot :)"
But YEAH Azuma... AZUMA WHAT DID YOU DO....
your read on Azuma's personality feels pretty spot on to me ahah omg. Staying with what you know about him, the fact that with his job and all, he seems like he's starving for connection while also terrified to make himself emotionally vulnerable. He loves staying with people, listening to them, caring for them, and he's touch starved as hell (i mean it's his job) but he doesn't seem to really know how to be on the receiving hand of affection. there's a flair talk, i can't remember where, with Omi at some point, where Azuma compliments him, and Omi is just "mhm.. but you know i think that it's more about you" and ends up complimenting Azuma in depth and it let Azuma dumbfounded because he didn't expect Omi to trick him at his own game, while Omi just genuinely don't get why Azuma is reacting that way. He gives he gives he gives, and he's genuinely happy with that, but he seems to have difficulties to take, or to demand for something, while also starving for it. I have so many emotions for Azuma.
Any mentions of Juza's little bro are the best things. I love this type of mention TwT
And yeah it was such a laid back event. Honestly deserved after the crying fest that was The Stranger imo. It's good to relax once in a while and it was nice to have them have fun. There was the bitterness of both Azuma and Sakyo's past that was always a bit looming but everyone was working so hard for them to enjoy themselves that the joy just overtake any sadness i loved it.
Sakyo worrying about Izumi is always adorable TwT
And yeah the Table Tennis match was so fun and chaotic LMAO. I love the dynamic between Juza and Hisoka. Just two usually quiet boys who like sweets. Except that yeah like you say, as long as Banri is around, Juza cannot be 100% quiet. Rip.
THE CG WAS SO PRETTY i loved seeing it. And omg you can share your hairtips with Azuma how nice :D Azuma manages to make everything look beautiful smh....
Oh yeah Taichi and his first love! if i recall he mentions it quickly at the begining, that Yuki reminds him of his first love, and he says that again at some point - then the fake Portrait he does he mentions his first love again. And since then it's been a reccuring topic so yeh :3c
but yeah! this event was really sweet and laid back, not much to say about it, but it was nice to have it at all!
Hope you'll like the winter play :3c
Take care and thank you again for your thoughts <33 i love reading them!! bless you!!
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Part 9!
Premise/last time on this Hadestown AU: Challenged by the Fates, Hermes scrambles onto the train out of Hadestown just in time. Eurydice and Apollo treat Orpheus’s wounds. Hyacinthus takes a nap. Persephone considers filing for divorce. Achilles and Patroclus silently brood over the fact that they’re sharing a train car with Apollo, who indirectly (okay, not that indirectly) murdered them during the Trojan war. Dionysus encourages his mother to please divorce his homicidal father already. Thanatos and Hypnos flee Hadestown on foot. Hades hides to avoid the riots (that he totally caused by trying to kill Orpheus, this is his fault.)
(can you tell writing a synopsis is sometimes my favorite part of this process? I’m a first time fanfic writer, okay? Let me have this!)
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Hades slides the last lock into place and begins to barricade his bedroom doors. Being walled up in his living quarters, he thinks, does not look good for his image. Then again... what image does he have left to preserve?
He tries not to remember the pain and terror in Orpheus’s eyes. He was helpless. He hadn’t struggled, only given a desperate plea for his life.
Hades knew Orpheus had escaped. He’d watched Hermes from his tower, as he’d wrapped the wounded poet in his coat and carried the boy away from his confinement.
Hades had been given a choice when the boy arrived: appease the workers by letting Orpheus flee or kill the boy and appear strong. He’d taken the middle route. His shades had no respect for him any longer. Now, they pounded at his bedroom door, chanting Orpheus’s name.
Thanatos had been right, of course. He was weak. Foolish. Everything was far out of Hades’s reach now. Persephone would find her mother. As much alcohol as it might take, she was strong; she’d fight the bindings of the food of the dead. She would not return to him now. Orpheus would survive. Counterintuitively, Hades finds himself hoping the boy had made it out safely. Half of him prays that Orpheus will recover and sing the world back into tune. He’ll never get to see it, Hades realizes. Orpheus’s springtime will be lost on the underworld. Nothing will change. Hadestown will never again see flowers bloom. Eventually, the boy’s song will be forgotten by the dead as the Lethe again took its hold. Orpheus and Eurydice’s persistence may well earn them a seat among the gods. They’d never again return to his halls. All Hades has is his kingdom. And he must keep his grip. He will keep his grip. He always has.
The ground trembles. Another mine collapsed or production line blown sky high, he knows. Hades shuffles through his wife’s dresser, preparing to add it to the barricade. He finds a bottle of wine in the bottom drawer with a note attatched. ‘For when I see you again, Seph!’ it reads, ‘Much love, Dionysus.’ Hades slams the bottleneck against the dresser. It shatters to bits. He pours the wine into his mouth and swallows. It reminds him of the few sweet springtimes he’d spent up above. He finishes the bottle.
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“Strong enough?” Hermes asks, handing Apollo a bottle of morphine.
“Should be. I’ll give him a dose. It’ll knock him out long enough for me to stabilize his condition. Eurydice, distract him for a second.”
“Hey, Orpheus,” she says. “When we get married-”
“We’re getting married?”
She smiles. “Oh, yes. Anyway, when we get married, you get to help me make the bouquet. And, I was thinking, we could write a nice little poem on the wedding invitations.”
“What would it say?” He asks.
“That’s your job!” She laughs.
“What would you write?”
“I dunno! ‘Roses are red, our love is true, we’re getting married to prove it to you!’”
He grins. “That’s terrible.”
“I told you! I’m not a poet.”
“Okay, so I’ll write the invitations,” he says.
“Let’s hold the ceremony outside. Maybe during cherry blossom?”
“Heads up, Eurydice, he’ll be out of it soon,” Apollo warns her.
Eurydice nods and continues, “Who should we invite?”
“Hermes and Persephone.”
“How about me?” Apollo asks.
“Oh yeah. And Hyacinthus too. Everyone we know can come! We’ll have wine for Seph and I’ll drink grape juice!”
Eurydice laughs. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”
“A lot,” he says. “A lot a lot.”
“More.”
“All the way to the stars?” He guesses.
“Past the stars and all the way back,” Eurydice corrects him.
His breathing steadies a little. “Can I sleep now?” He asks.
“Yes,” Apollo responds.
“When you wake up,” Eurydice says, “I’ll be right here. We’ll get married during cherry blossom once you’re feeling better and then you’ll teach me how to play the lyre.”
“Tch. Will you actually listen this time?” His words are slurred slightly by the medicine.
“I promise I will.”
“And you won’t try to throw my lyre into the fireplace?”
“I didn’t- okay. No, I won’t.”
“Good. Eurydice, I love you.”
“I love you too. Now get some sleep.”
He closes his eyes and his breathing steadies. Eurydice sinks back in her chair. “He’ll be alright?” she asks.
“Should be.” Apollo winces. “Give me a dose of that morphine or get this arrow out of my ankle, would you?”
“I’ll get Patroclus,” Hermes replies.
He returns a moment later with Achilles and Patroclus in tow. “Well,” Achilles remarks, “looks like karma caught up to you.”
Apollo rolls his eyes. “I saved the kid, now do me a favor and shut it.”
“Fine. Lay down.”
“What, on the floor? I don’t get a bed?”
“Yes, on the floor,” Patroclus snaps. “I’m not dragging you around.”
“Okay, okay.” Apollo puts his hands up in defeat and lowers himself to the ground.
“Listen, your lover boy’s asleep. So how do you want to do this?”
“Quietly,” Apollo says through gritted teeth.
“Alright.” Patroclus stuffs a scrap of cloth into Apollo’s mouth. “Bite this.”
He does. Patroclus snaps the arrow shaft. Apollo clenches his fists.
“Sorry,” Patroclus mutters, unapologetically.
“Mmmph.” Apollo attempts to reply through the cloth.
He yanks the arrow out. Apollo gives a muffled cry of pain. “Alright, there you go. A bandage and you should be fine.”
He spits out the rag. “You’re not even going to bandage it yourself?”
“No. Apollo, you guided a spear through my stomach and an arrow through Achilles’s foot. You let us bleed to death surrounded by the bodies of our fallen friends. Deal with it yourself or find a doctor whose life you didn’t end.”
Apollo stares up at the ceiling. “Take care of Hyacinthus, would you?”
“That I will,” Patroclus replies, honestly. “He’s doing well. He’ll want to see you when the pain meds wear off. So here.” He tosses Apollo a roll of bandages. “I’ll get you when he wakes.”
Hermes kneels at Apollo’s side. “You want a hand?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he says, breathless. “That’d be nice.”
“Thank you. For helping with Orpheus. I know you would’ve liked to see Hyacinthus,” Hermes says.
Apollo half-smiles. “Orpheus is my son too. He’s a good kid, Hermes. You raised him well.”
“He admired you, Apollo. He cherished your visits.”
“I should’ve come more often,” he mutters.
“You were grieving,” Hermes reminds him. “Orpheus knows how it is. He never blamed you.”
“I’ll come by more often once this is all over. I’d like to promise him that.”
“He’d appreciate it, Apollo,” Hermes tells him.
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“Persephone?” The door opens. She turns in her seat.
“Dionysus. Come sit.” He takes a seat beside her. “What now?” she asks softly.
“You stay with me, Persephone. Demeter and I will take care of you.”
She shakes her head. “I’m bound to that place.”
“You know Demeter would find a way around it. She’d bribe Zeus. Whatever it takes, mama.”
“Remind me this, son. What did I see in that man?” She asks in a low tone.
“He was kind. Reliable. He always treated me well as a boy. Gave me a normal life. As normal as the underworld gets, that is,” Dionysus reminisces.
“What changed? What broke inside of him for him to put a knife through Orpheus? Send shades to hunt us? I cannot say that he is not the man I know, though. I’ve seen this for years.”
“I...” he pauses. “I don’t know.”
“I feared for you, Dionysus. I sent you away to keep you out of his grasp. I stayed longer winters to distract him. It wears on me, even now.”
“Mother, I can handle myself.”
“Not against Hades. I will not have you put yourself on the line for me, son,” she tells him, sharply.
“I don’t want you going back there, Persephone!” he pleads.
She shakes her head. “Hades will contact his brother. Zeus has no pity for a woman’s whining. Hades will keep his kingdom, and he will keep his wife.”
“Mother-”
She cuts him off. “Be realistic. We must work out a reasonable agreement. We need to protect Orpheus, first and foremost. If he is not protected by my contract, then I will not take it. I will plead for shorter months stuck down there, but I would hope for very little. You will swear to me that you will follow the rules laid out for us, regardless of how harsh they may be.”
“I will not,” he says.
“This isn’t up for debate. Hades owns me. He owns everything that touches his foresaken realm. I am his queen; I am his prisoner.”
“I’m not letting him have you!”
“I’m not giving you a choice, Dionysus. I bound myself to him. I cannot change the past. All we can do is try, my son.”
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A Bond That Lasts Centuries... (Chapter 3)
Plot: Hisirdoux Casperan, apprentice to Merlin, had been sent to the mortal realm to protect the mortals and finish the tasks given to him…. unknown to him and his familiar, an old student of Morgana Le Fay had been sent there by his master as well…
Notes: angst angst angst, COMFORT FLUFF CAUSE I....FELT TERRIBLE, Illy and Archie bonding, Archie is such a good older brother figure istg, Douxilly, this may be the longest part so far xD, Inspired by AATY by @alovesongshewrote
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Early 1600s
It had been a couple of days since Illy and Archie brought Douxie to safety but he was still unconscious...
It was worrying for both the apprentice and the familiar, they spent hours each and every day watching over the wizard. Illy constantly checks to see if his wounds have been recovering properly and if his stitches were infected. Archie could see how worried she gets each time she checks, the concern evident on her face.
Because of that, the familiar tried his best to spend more time with her to take her mind off of the trauma. Knowing that the wizard needed him.
Like her relationship with Douxie, Illy wasn't as close to Archie back in Camelot but he was a rather calming figure to be around at times. He acted as a caring and wise big brother, it was nice to have some company around for a change.
While preparing some food for herself and Archie, the familiar had been watching her from a stool and seemingly had a quite a bit on his mind.
"Is something wrong, Archie?....did you need me to get you anything?.."
Illy asked quietly, she and the familiar had been spending time reading books together and she wondered if he needed help getting a new one from the shelf she had since it was difficult to fly in such a small house.
"Actually, I wanted to ask you something if you're alright with that.."
The apprentice looked at the cat and tilted her head quietly as if to signal him to go on.
"How did you know how to do all those medical procedures on Douxie?... I would assume you would have tried to heal him completely with magic.."
"I...I'm not strong enough to heal all of that, Archie..", She said as she let out a slight tired chuckle.
"As for how I knew how to do the procedures.....I...worked with a few doctors during the plague and picked up a few things... it seemed like a good idea to get around and finish Master Merlin's tasks back then..."
"You were lucky not to get infected..." The familiar pointed out rather sternly.
Illy couldn't help but let out a small laugh as she plated up the fish for Archie and some food for herself, "It was worth it......to try and help all those people.....even if it seemed hopeless..."
The apprentice paused for a while as she watched Archie enjoy his fish, she took a glance at her food as she picked at it.
"I... have to admit.... Douxie might have been my most stressful patient yet..." She muttered sadly as she let out a pathetic laugh, she glanced at the wizard that was still resting on the bed.
"I always thought....he...seemed almost invincible.. Hisirdoux may have been an apprentice and he still is...but...he has so much power.. he always seemed so much stronger than me....I admired that for so long...", Her breath hitched into a sob as she teared up, "B..but after what happened to him....i..it seems like such a silly thought..."
She seemed to be trying so hard not to break into a sob as Archie leaned close, nuzzling her arm with a purr to calm her down.
"No one is invincible Illy, not really, but I can say with confidence that you were just as strong as Douxie for how you handled everything....I'm sure he would agree with me.."
The familiar's words brought a smile to her face as she reached out to scratch the cat's ears gently, "T...thanks...Archie.."
The day went by, then two days and then, three.
The waiting and worry over the injured apprentice's state caused heavy tension in the house, thankfully, Illy had stocked up on food and supplies by the loads when the hunts got worse so there would not be any unnecessary sneaking into town for such essentials for at least a few more days.....that is assuming Douxie wasn't up by then.
It was late in the afternoon, Illy, seated in a chair next to the bed that their wounded friend was resting in, was reading a book of French poetry to herself, her voice was a little shaky as she was trying to hide her worries about Douxie and distract herself. Archie was seated on her lap, resting as he listened to her read..
Unknown to the two, another was listening in to her softly reading poetry and was about to make himself known.
Douxie began to quietly open his eyes, he saw a roof over his head instead of the stone ceilings of a dungeon cell, then he heard...
Illy...
Her soft and shaky voice, reading out French poems while Archie was silently purring. A weight lifted off his chest when he heard them, he was....safe..
With a shaky breath, he finally decided to speak up.
"Ugh....I don't remember being moved into a nicer dungeon cell....it's either that...or I'm dead.."
His voice was sore and weak, it barely sounded like him but the familiar and apprentice seated beside him had their eyes open wide and teary as they turned their heads towards the bed in shock.
"Douxie!!!" The two exclaimed at the same time as Archie jumped onto the bed but was so relieved and shocked that he miscalculated and landed on his wizard's chest causing Douxie to let out a pained grunt.
"Ugh....right, definitely not dead..."
Archie wasn't able to comment on what the boy said, he merely started to nuzzle and purr against the wizard. The two are as close as family and the familiar was glad that his wizard was alive.
Douxie let out a shaky sigh as he smiled weakly and reached out to pet his familiar to comfort him as he soon slowly turned his head towards Illy..
She'd been sobbing quietly and watching the two reunite, her breath hitching...
She had been worried that her healing and medical skills were too weak to keep the apprentice alive... she felt a wave of relief rushing over seeing Douxie smiling at her..
"Hi, love...."
"H...hi...", She answered shakily, talking through her tears and hitched breath, "H...how do you feel? I..is anything still painful?... D..do you need anything? Water? Are you hungry?....m...maybe you're-"
Douxie reached out and held both of the shaky apprentice's hands in his, a smile on his face as he looked her straight in the eyes... her bright turquoise hued eyes...
His hazel almost gold eyes, showing reassurance.
"Illy....I'm fine...I'm alright.....thanks to you...and Arch..."
Illy was shaking a little as she nodded and tried to hug the apprentice, she barely did though, worried about any pain she might cause if she hugged him too tight. Douxie notices and quietly wrapped his other arm around her back, stroking her long hair.
"You can commit to it, love.....I won't get hurt.."
With that reassurance, Illy hugged Douxie a little closer as she let out a relieved breath..
After a few days, Illy found herself having to sneak into town to get them more food... turns out, Douxie needed quite a bit of food.
It was understandable considering he was still partly recovering.
Douxie looked around the small house quietly, Illy still had him stay in bed since she was worried about him walking too soon. He was shirtless at the moment and just had his bandages removed, he stared curiously at his chest....particularly, the stitches all over.
In all honesty, he was a bit weirded out by them... it was a strange sight, seeing stitches all over your own body.
"Hey, Arch.....what happened? when we got here?.....I...don't really remember much..."
As the wizard asked that, to the familiar next to him on the bed, he tried to curiously touch the stitches..
Only for his hand to be slapped away by Archie's paw.
"Illy stitched you up....it turns out most of your wounds were that serious... I thought she told you.."
Douxie was confused as he looked at his familiar, he knew Illy had the ability to heal using her magic.
"She...didn't tell me anything.....but...I had been wondering about it since i..it didn't look like she healed everything with magic...but how did she know-"
"She told me she worked with doctors back......during the plague..."
Douxie's facial expression changed into a really worried one as he let out a heavy sigh, he stayed quiet and stared at the stitches a lot more..
"w....was she....alright?...w...when she was...", He motioned to his injuries as he glanced at Archie, as he swallowed the rest of the sentence worriedly...
"She was worried...and scared, so was I. You were in terrible shape Douxie...but why aren't you waiting to ask her that?"
"Arch, she hasn't told us a single thing about what she's been up to the past couple of centuries.....she only ever told us....well, I guess, me about all the books she's read and such. How am I supposed to ask her about this without her trying to change the subject?.."
The apprentice let out a heavy sigh as he rubbed his temples, "I'm worried about her..... I can't even imagine what she had to go through....", Yes, he was there during the plague...but he had been more in hiding, more focused in his tasks for Merlin...
While, Illy had been risking her own safety and...watch innocent patients pass away..
Archie sat up and looked at his wizard quietly, "Douxie, I'm sure it'll be hard to ask but if you think she needs support...and someone to talk to then it's best to just ask.."
Douxie stayed quiet but nodded, it made sense...
He did want to help her through this, it was already hard knowing how long it took for him to figure out she was here. "I can't believe she went through all of that....alone.."
"Well, she has us now, even if we go our separate ways...we can always find her when we need her and she can find us...we'll assure her of that."
The apprentice smiled and nodded, "Thanks Arch..."
Despite this, Douxie was still hesitant asking Illy about what happened... he put the question off for a day or two..
It was the middle of the night currently and he couldn't sleep..
The apprentice had been having a hard time falling asleep since he got captured and tortured, he glanced at the girl next to him. Illy had opted to sleep on the chair that was next to the bed as there was only one bed.
Douxie smiled a little as he saw how peaceful she looked as she was asleep, but, that soon changed as her body started shaking in a fearful manner. At first, he wasn't sure what might be causing her shaking but as she whimpered and seemed to mumble things under her breath...
It became clear that she was having a nightmare..
The apprentice wasn't sure what to do as he tried to reach out only for Illy to jump up from the chair and scream out in fear, her eyes wide open and her pupils dilated, full of tears. She was shaking violently.
Douxie sat up immediately, ignoring the pain as he gently grabbed Illy by her arms rubbing them to calm her down. He could feel her tense up from the physical contact as she turned her head towards him...still shaky.
"D..douxie....I...o..oh..uhm....fuzzbuckets...I'm...sorry...d..did I wake you up?..", She was immediately putting aside her own nightmare to check up on him... That.. wasn't good.
"You didn't...and it doesn't matter, love, are you okay?"
"Y...yes....I..it was nothing..."
Illy let out a forced laugh as she glanced away.
The apprentice sighed and immediately held her shoulders as he looked at her with concern in his hazel, golden eyes. "Illyria. Don't lie to me. I...know you're trying to help me recover but you're clearly bothered by this....you can talk to me.."
"I..it was....just a nightmare...", She mumbled softly, her face turned a little red as she got flustered a little from Douxie's concern.
"....was it about the plague?..."
Illy looked up at Douxie, she was a bit surprised...how did he know? She got her answer when she glanced at the end of the bed, she saw that she had also woken up Archie as he simply nodded.
"i...should've guessed..." She mumbled to herself before sighing, "I...it was partly about that, yes..."
"...why didn't you tell me?.......that you were..."
"I....I didn't want to worry you....."
Illy looked at Douxie quietly, "When you mentioned that you were worried for me...I decided that... you didn't have to worry about what I went through..."
Douxie let out a sigh as he wrapped one of his arms around her and pulled her into a gentle half hug. "I'd still be worried for you... you're my friend, Illy...you can tell me anything.." He said as he gently ruffled her soft long brown hair.
Illy smiled a little as she felt her cheeks turn a slight red as she nodded quietly, she took a shaky breath before telling the apprentice and his familiar what happened a couple of hundred years ago..
She had been injured after being caught in a war in France but was soon treated by a few doctors who took her in when they knew she had nowhere to go. She apprenticed under them and helped during the plague..
"I...w..wasn't able to use my magic...a..and even i..if I did...it would never have been strong enough...i..it got worse...and worse...I..I had to watch a..and hold so many of them as they died....t..those innocent people...t..the doctors...I..."
Illy's breath hitched into a sob as tears streamed down her face, she wasn't breaking down...but the memories were painful..
Douxie stayed quiet as he held her closely, petting her head softly to calm her down as he looked at her, he was concerned about her but decided she possibly just needed comfort..
The girl leaned closer to Douxie as she quietly stared at the stitches on his chest, her breathing hitched slightly, "....I saw you....i..in my nightmare.....i..it was terrifying...thinking I could have lost you.."
"Illy.....I...I'm sor-"
"Hisirdoux.... you have nothing to apologize for....I'm...just glad you're recovering....just....never get tortured again..."
That made the two immortals laugh quietly, Douxie smiled at her and ruffled her hair, "I'll try my best, love.."
The two apprentices stayed awake for a while...talking about Camelot...for old times sake...
Until they both fell asleep, sitting up and leaning against each other..
#toa#toa wizards#tales of arcadia#wizards tales of arcadia#3below tales of arcadia#trollhunters tales of arcadia#douxilly#douxie x oc#toa douxie#toa archie#hisirdoux#douxie#hisirdoux casperan#douxie casperan#tales of arcadia oc#A Bond That Lasts Centuries
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The Engineer’s Heart
Pikmin 3 fanfiction thingy yay!
This was cross-posted to Ao3 if you want to read it there instead.
Summary: Alph couldn't keep this bottled up any more. He had to say it, he had to tell him how he felt. Unfortunately these kinds of things don't come easy for Alph.
Parings: Alph/Charlie
Misc. notes: Short n sweet, one shot, fluff
Alph smiled wide as he stood before Captain Charlie – his captain! He was going to go to PNF-404! He was going to be a hero!
He had seen the captain many times on TV. But never in person, not until today.
“You’re Alph? Drake’s grandson?” the captain asked as he approached him.
“Yes sir!”
“I’ve heard of you.” That alone made Alph flush up a little. "I've heard you do good work. I expect good things from you.”
“I won’t disappoint, sir!” Anxiety began to eat away at him a little. He couldn’t disappoint Charlie. He wasn’t sure if he could handle such a thing.
Alph crumpled up the paper and tossed it into an already over-flowing bin. None of it sounds right! Why does none of it sound right?!? He grunted as he leaned back into the chair. They were leaving the planet, and now well on their way to Hocotate in order to return Olimar home.
Alph couldn’t keep it bottled up any more. He had to say something – he HAD to do this. He thought that making it a poem would be easier, but that wasn’t turning out to be the case.
He pulled out another sheet and tried again.
“I think of you so much
You are strong. And kind.
A true leader for us b”
Alph quickly balled the paper up. No! No no no – it still didn’t sound right!
He’d have to try again.
Alph stood there as the Vehemoth Phosbat fell to the ground, letting out one final death cry. He stood there, side by side with Brittany, the both of them stiff as they waited.
Was... was the captain okay?
The beast then twitched, once, twice, and then its mouth was pushed open by Captain Charlie.
He jumped out of the creature, a look of relief spread across his face. “Ah, it’s great to see yo-”
He was cut off with an “oof” when Alph ran over and hugged him tightly. It was rather awkward, given that their helmets got in the way, but it was also still genuine.
“Captain! Thank the stars you’re alive! It took us so long to find you and Brittany was pretty sure you were dead and I was starting to worry that myself especially when your signal came out of that thing, I was for sure it had managed to kill you but you’re alive!!! You’re alive!!!” Alph spoke quickly, and part way through he had started to cry which made it even harder to understand him.
“Woah, woah... hey, hey it’s okay Alph, it’s okay...” He gently began to rub the engineer’s back. “I’m okay now... you don’t need to cry over me.”
“To think one could find love on a planet such as this
Yet here I am
Smitten and awe-struct by your bravery, your kindness, your”
Alph once again crumpled it up. “Dammit. Why can’t the words just... work?”
“What ‘cha up to?” Charlie asked as he walked closer.
Alph looked up from his work. “Oh, just some basic upgrades to the Drake’s computer. Nothing too fancy.”
“What will it do?”
“Eh, just make things run more smoothly on a software level. Useful, but nothing too big.”
Charlie looked at the code work Alph had done. “Really? I thought the Drake’s computer ran just fine.”
“Oh, it did. But it could be better. See, the Drake’s computer ran on code based on the work of Eric Rinnal, who then became famous for his work. That basic “Rinnal” type code has been used in all Koppait space craft sense. And it works well! Really well! But it has some flaws. See, Rinnal’s work was based off of Halbert Trenok’s own work in the field. And Trenok’s work... it was good, and it was super useful and amazing back in his day. But that’s the thing – back in his day! It’s quite outdated now. Rinnal was able to fix most quirks that Trenok’s system had but there’s still a few little wrinkles that could be ironed out. You know, that’s why REKO model ships are infamous for being so awful – they still run on the Trenok system! I mean, it works, I guess, but-” Alph stopped himself midsentence when he saw the bewildered look on Charlie’s face. “O-Oh... sorry if I was being kind of annoying there.”
“You were not being annoying.” Charlie quickly insisted. “You were sharing your interest. I couldn’t quite follow but that’s no reason to feel bad.”
Alph smiled a little. “Oh... thanks.”
“Now how about you tell me exactly how this Tree-nook's stuff was out dated, hm?”
“Trenok.” Alph corrected. “And... I’m not sure if I can word it in a way that would be easy to understand.”
“So? Just keep talking. I’ll keep listening.”
Alph smiled more, and reaching back into his college days he began to explain (and quite frankly, heavily criticize) the Trenok system of space craft code.
“You listen. You listen and you care,
Oh Charlie,
How could I not love you?”
Alph stared at the page. Maybe this? He sighed and leaned his head into his hand. It was a start.
Alph laid awake in his bed, overcome with a strong realization. He couldn’t fall asleep, not after this.
He loved him.
How Alph didn’t realize this sooner, he did not know. He thought about him constantly, he felt a nervous happiness when around him, hell he wrote a damn poem about the guy. Any yet he kept trying to convince himself that he just looked up to him? No.
He loved him.
He loved him so much that it hurt.
What was he supposed to do about it? They were fighting for their life on an alien planet – he couldn’t be distracted by this. And that wasn’t even counting the numerous other issues. Did the captain even like men at all? Would he consider a captain–crew relationship to be too unprofessional? Stars forbid that he’d see a gay relationship taboo. What if the captain simply didn’t like him? What if he was rejected?
Alph curled up into a tight ball. He had to tell him. He had to. He loved him.
But at the very least, it would have to wait. People were depending on them back home, and he couldn’t distract himself or the captain with whatever outcome the confession would have.
But... it would hurt so much until then.
Alph kept staring at the paper in frustration, unable to come up with anything else. He eventually crumpled it up too, and threw it at his door. He laid his head down on his desk. This wasn’t working. None of his ideas were working.
He heard a knock at the door.
“I’m not feeling well.” Alph replied. He didn’t exactly want to deal with any of the others right now.
The door opened anyways. “Alph? What’s wrong? I can get you some medicine.” Charlie’s voice rang through the room.
Alph jumped up a bit. Oh stars, he was the last person he wanted to see. “Oh... I... I’m just burnt out is all.” He looked away from the captain again. “I think I just need to call it an early night.”
“Struggling with your poems?”
“Yeah...”
A pause, then “Well, let me look at this one. Maybe I can help?”
Alph’s eyes widened and he quickly stood up to stop the captain. But it was too late, he had already uncrumpled the page and was reading it. It had only taken him a short moment to finish it, being only three lines long, and then he looked up and locked eyes with Alph.
That was it then, huh? His heart had been exposed to the captain, and was laying out there bleeding. Alph could only lean his ears back and cling to his desk least he fall over.
“Alph...” Charlie’s words were soft, kind. “Alph, you don’t need to be afraid.” He was suddenly much closer now, and held out a hand to the shorter koppait. Alph looked at it, then at Charlie who seemed to be genuinely concerned. Alph elected to just hug him instead.
He wanted to cry. He wanted to cry into the captain’s shoulder and let his worries fade away. But he didn’t. He just stood there as Charlie gently rubbed his back. The captain said some things that Alph couldn’t fully process, but it all seemed to be an effort to calm him down.
After a few moments, he could hear the captain say his name clearly. He looked up at him. “Yes, Charlie?”
“Alph I... a lot has happened over the course of this mission. And I can’t fully understand most of it yet.”
Alph’s ears leaned back. Was he being rejected?
“I don’t know how I feel about you – about this. I’d need time to think it over.”
Alph sighed as he looked down. So no, not a rejection. But not an acceptance either. “I... I understand.”
“Thank you, Alph.” The Captain pulled away a little. “I can promise you only this; I won’t leave you in the dark about whatever my choice is, regardless of what I choose.”
Alph nodded.
Well, at least he had that?
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It had been a little under a week now. They had just left Hocotate, and were now heading to koppai. It should realistically only take a few hours.
Alph was in his room again, writing some things down again. He was having a much easier time with it, given it was just about nature and not something as weird as love. Once again, he heard a knock at his door.
“Come on in.” he replied.
Charlie entered the room. “Hey, uh, I had something to ask of you.”
Alph felt his stomach tighten. He couldn’t help it, he felt like he was going to burst from his pent-up emotions. Yet the captain knew about them, and that somehow made it worse. “Y-yeah?”
“It, uh... It’s also related to what... what I found out before.”
Alph’s stomach grew even tighter. “O-Oh...”
“Basically, once we’re back on Koppai, and once the media is done parading us around would... would you still be interested in going out for some dinner with me?”
Alph’s eyes widened a bit as his heart raced. “Yes!” he squeaked out just a little too quickly.
Charlie smiled. “Oh! Well then... I guess we can figure out the details once we’re home. Does that sound alright?”
Alph had already stood up and was walking to Charlie. “Yeah! Yeah that’s good.”
Charlie raised an eyebrow and sighed. “Alright, I know what you want.” he said as he held his arms out. Alph immediately clinged onto him, and Charlie hugged him back. The two stood like that for a good few moments before Alph pulled away a little to look up at Charlie. He was going to say something, but forgot what it was he wanted to say. He and Charlie just stared at each other for a moment, before the taller man gently leaned down and kissed his cheek. Alph squeaked, his face a bright red.
“We’ll be back on Koppai very soon.” Charlie explained. “So go ahead and get ready, okay?”
Alph nodded as Charlie slipped away and left the room. He would get ready, but it’d be hard to focus.
He was really doing it! He was really going to go on a date with Charlie!
#pikmin#pikmin 3#pikmin fan fic#pikmin alph#pikmin charlie#chalph#alph x charlie#cross posted on ao3
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Stuck -- Chapter Ten
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“I can’t believe this day has come,” I sniffle, holding back tears as Emily and I say our goodbye. “We’ve been together for so many years. Joined at the hip, some have said. Now, we are in an airport about to part ways for a while. It’s crazy.”
“I love you too, Amber,” Emily tucks some hair behind ear. “This hurts me too. I’m leaving the love of my life, good friends, and the best friend I have ever had.”
“It’s been so long since we’ve been separated for a long period of time,” I feel a tear run down my cheek.
“Hey, don’t cry,” she stealthily wipes the tear away with the side of her index finger. Not messing up my glasses in her action.
“We’ve lived next to each other for years. Been in almost all the same classes. I’ve never imagined having to part like this.”
“You’ll be fine without me. It’ll go by fast, anyways.”
“I know. It doesn’t make the pain go away. I’ll hurt for now, and these seven boys will cheer me up.”
“I have no doubt about it,” she tenderly smiles at me.
“They hate seeing me sad,” I giggle, feeling some sadness drift away.
“Text me as often as possible. Tell me about anything and everything. Plus, it’s easier than calling, and I know I’ll be calling Joonie a lot.”
“I should let you say goodbye to him now,” I fidget with the end of my sweater sleeves.
“Just give me a hug already, you dork,” she grabs me by the shoulders, pulling me into her. “You are overthinking what is going to happen to our relationship while we are apart,” she whispers to me. “Don’t. Stop it right now. Nothing is going to happen. This is me showing tough love, so don’t take it any other way.”
“I’ll try to stop overthinking,” I whisper back. “I’m sure I’ll be fine in a couple hours. It’s just, the initial parting is hard.”
She holds me out by my shoulders, smiling as she takes me all in. “You know, I’ll be planning your birthday party on my ride home.”
I smile, shaking my head. “Great. Another birthday of surprises.”
“You know you loved it.”
The two of us giggle, hugging one last time. Then I’m walking away so Namjoon can say his goodbye.
Taehyung is sitting in a chair by our gate, arms open for me as I make my way over to him. “Come here, princess. Let me hold you.”
I place my backpack in the empty seat next to him before climbing into his lap. My head rests on his shoulder as I grip his shirt.
“You are strong, jagi,” he kisses the top of my head. “What do you want to do on the plane?”
“Read,” I blink away the tears.
“Perfect, I actually made you a playlist for when you read. It’s mainly classical music, or instrumental versions of songs. Piano covers are very pretty, so there’s a lot in the SoundCloud playlist for you. Also a few slow songs with singing at random throughout. Like good break points so you don’t burn out while reading.”
“That’s very sweet of you, Tae. You have to make me playlists for other things.”
“I remember you saying you like to listen to music while reading, but it always seems to distract you. I just wanted to help, and expand your music tastes.”
“I’m excited to listen to it as I drown myself in a book.”
“What else do you want to do?”
“Have another Hangul lesson. Yesterday was good, but I’m excited to learn more. We need to review what you’ve taught me already too.”
“We can do that,” he rubs his hands over my back. “Are you going to play Pokémon on your DS?”
“Maybe,” I smile, looking up to see Taehyung smiling down at me. “Do you want to watch me?”
“A little bit,” he shyly smiles. “You are cute when playing video games.”
“I also want to write, but not poems. I haven’t written a real story in so long, and I have somewhat of an idea for something.”
“Looks like we have a lot to get done,” Taehyung kisses my nose.
“Little one, I have breakfast,” Yoongi walks up to Taehyung and me, handing me a bagel with cream cheese. “Jimin and Jungkook are coming with the rest for everyone else, so you will have milk soon enough.”
I maneuver to be sitting up more and give Taehyung more mobility with his arms. “Thank you. This is just what I needed. Food and my friends.”
Yoongi runs his fingers through my hair. “You look like you need to recharge, girlie.”
“Do I really?” I begin chowing down on my bagel.
“You’re been so good so far, princess,” Taehyung takes a small bite of my bagel. “You can power through this. All of us will help you.”
“Here we are, with the food,” Jimin smiles as he and Jungkook step up.
“Adorable girl, here is milk,” Jungkook hands me a bottle of milk.
“Thanks,” I quickly gulp down some milk.
“Aw, kid, you look beat,” Hoseok, followed by Seokjin and Namjoon, take a seat across form the group already here.
“Did some young men keep you up last night?” Seokjin looks disapprovingly at the maknae line.
“We went to bed at a decent hour,” Jimin defends, handing food out to the three new boys. “She’s people tired.”
I smile, “I like that. That is why I look beat. Too many people.”
“She needs to recharge,” Taehyung lets me take a bite of his breakfast burrito. “So, she’ll be reading for the first part of our plane journey.”
“Emily doesn’t want you sad, Amber,” Namjoon reassuringly smiles. “Don’t let her leaving suck energy from you.”
“I’ll be fine,” I grin back at the leader of Bangtan. “Just need a little time. Food is the first step.”
“I knew I liked you the most for some reason,” Seokjin smirks, teasing his bandmates.
“I think cutie is everyone’s favorite for some reason,” Jimin gives a big smile, his eyes scrunching up. “She’s so likable.”
“I agree,” Taehyung kisses my cheek before finishing off his burrito.
“Stop,” I whine, feeling my cheeks beginning to fire up. “Too sweet.”
“Gah, kid, you are so shy to compliments sometimes,” Hoseok places a hand over his heart. “Too pure for this world.”
“Who would have though a girl would bring all of us so much happiness,” Jungkook pokes my cheek. “For different reasons for all of us.”
“I’m glad I can be such a positive light in all your lives,” I smile. “And I’m glad you all do the same for me.”
******
“This is relaxing,” I smile, adjusting my sunglasses and placing a bookmark in my book.
“Just like last year,” Yoongi pinches my side. “Is that your last book?”
“Yeah,” I wiggle around to sit up more in the lounge chair I’m sharing with Yoongi. “I only brought three, because I knew I’d have other things to do.”
“Like what?”
“Writing, playing video games, dancing,” I rest my head on his shoulder. “Learning Hangul and talking to you guys. Lots to do as we travel.”
“You haven’t colored?” Yoongi clicks his tongue in disappointment. “You’ve changed.”
I chuckle, “No, I am still a cute brat. Nothing has changed. I brought a coloring book, you just haven’t want to color yet. Maybe it’s because I haven’t been seated by you and Taehyung. And we haven’t hung out as just the three of us either.”
“I can fix that,” he tickles my side for a few seconds.
I giggle, slapping the boy’s hand.
“Lunch has arrive,” Namjoon announces as he and the rest of Bangtan step up to the section of outdoor patio we have claimed.
“It all smells so good,” I place my book on the small table next to the lounge chair. “Chicken tenders and fries. God, such a universal meal.”
“Was she good when were gone, hyung?” Taehyung takes a seat on the lounge chair near my feet.
“Taehyung,” I roll my eyes. “I’m not a child.”
“She was perfect,” Yoongi teases, gently pinching my cheek.
I groan, looking at the five other boys who are already chowing down on their food. They are no help.
“That’s good,” Taehyung pulls the small table closer to him to set the food container down on. “Princess, are you hungry?”
“Very,” I reach out to try and grab some fries, but Taehyung lightly slaps my hand. “Hey,” I pout.
“I’ll feed you,” he picks up a few fries, placing them in front of my mouth so I lean forward to take them.
“Little one was still reading until a minute before you arrived,” Yoongi bites into his sandwich.
“Did she make any funny faces while I was away?” Taehyung rips a piece off a chicken tender, popping the piece into his mouth. “I always take pictures when she’s making faces.”
“Mouth closed, Taehyungie,” I swipe a few fries before he can stop me.
“No, I didn’t notice any faces from Amber,” Yoongi grabs my sprite from between us, taking a sip. “She mumbled a few times, but that’s it.”
“Guys, what the fuck?” I take my soda from Yoongi. “I’m right here, and you are treating me like a damn child. I am about to blow.”
“Jagi, no need to use naughty words,” Taehyung pops some chicken into my mouth. “We’re just having fun.”
I glare at my boyfriend. “I’m fine, Tae. Do you hear that everyone?” I slightly raise my voice. “I am okay. Emily and I have been texting, and I am still happy. No dips, nothing.”
“That’s good,” Jungkook smiles at me. “You can see it in your eyes. They have a sparkle when you are truly happy.”
“You’ve seen that too?” Jimin looks at the maknae with wide eyes. “She’s like an anime girl.”
I chuckle, “It’s all in your head. They don’t sparkle.”
“I’ve seen it too,” Hoseok turns to look at me. “Not really a sparkle, but they do something when you laugh.”
“Jagiya, you are my anime girl,” Taehyung leans forward to give me a kiss. “I love you and want the best for you.”
I run a hand through his hair, “I know you do. I love you too. It’s just, I’m okay. Don’t treat me as lower. If I am feeling down, I will tell you.”
“I like babying you,” he leans away. “You are my princess, and I want to take care of you.” He smiles, pouting just a tad.
“No, don’t pout,” I whine.
“Amber won’t deal with your crap, Tae,” Seokjin shakes his head.
“No, no,” I sigh. “His pout is too cute.”
“Of course it is,” Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Taehyung is just too cute.”
The innocent boxy smile has now taken over my boyfriend’s face. “That’s why you love me.”
“Yes, and many other reasons. Just, feed me,” I nibble on my bottom lip. “I’m still so hungry.”
Lunch flies by without much more incident. Taehyung continues to feed me, Yoongi keeps drinking my Sprite, and we all talk about random things. Then, after relaxing in the sun for a while, we all decide to cool off in the pool.
“I love floating,” I sigh as Taehyung puts his forearms under me to keep me floating. “Hey, babe?”
“Yes jagi?” Taehyung leans in so I can see his face. “I swear, I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”
I smile, “It’s oaky. You can touch my butt sometimes. It is not like you squeezed a cheek or something.”
“It’s a little too public for that,” he winks at me.
“Moving on,” I chuckle, feeling my cheeks heat up. “I was just thinking about how we haven’t gone on a date since I have been with you again. It’s fine. I’m not complaining, of course. Seeing as I am traveling with my boyfriend, brother, and five close friends.”
“You just want a few hours with just the two of us. To focus on our love for one another, and have heart to heart conversations. We can do something when we are home for a brief time.”
“That sounds nice. Coffee shop date or something else?”
“Do you want a public date so people will see how we are actually in love? Get pictures circulating that aren’t a year old,” Taehyung smirks. “We can talk about it later.”
“Okay,” I wiggle out of my boyfriend’s arm, standing up and facing him. “You were right, about wanting to get pictures out to the public too.”
“Because of the hate?” His face is rid of his smirk in seconds.
I sigh, cupping one side of his face with my right hand. “Don’t blame yourself, Tae. Just don’t. It is not your fault. No amount of hate would push me away from you. I love you so much. So yeah, I want to get caught out in public to shut up some haters. Is that a crime?”
“No, no,” he moves his head to kiss the palm of my hand. “I understand. I feel so bad you have to see nasty words said about you.” He grabs my hand, lowering it from his face. “I don’t understand why if they don’t have anything nice to say, just don’t type it out. I love you so much, and I want to shield you from anything hateful.”
“I know. I love you so much, and I can look passed some jealous people.”
Taehyung tenderly smiles, “That’s why you are perfect for me. You are tough, and don’t take shit from anyone.”
“We are soulmates, Tae,” I smile back. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to be with you. I’ll be with you forever.”
He quickly cups my face in his wet hands, pulling us together for a kiss. “Thank you. My princess, placed in my life at the perfect time.”
I giggle as best I can with my face squished by two large hands. “I love you too. Now, let’s go mess with the others.”
Taehyung flashes that boxy smile I have fallen so in love with, releasing my face from his hands. “Ah, my dorky queen. Come on, let’s mess with them.”
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“Our own room,” I smile, popping in my retainers I rarely wear anymore. “Well, only one door separating us from Jimin and Jungkook, but it’s close enough.”
“It is nice,” Taehyung smiles from his place already in the hotel bed. “What did you just put in your mouth? I don’t think I have ever seen you do that.”
“My retainer,” I plug my phone into the charge I have on the hotel desk. “The summer before my first trip over to Korea, I got my braces off,” I respond to Emily’s text, letting her know that I am heading to bed. “And, you wear them all the time for six months. Then, only at night,” I jump into bed, crawling up to Taehyung. “I’m bad because I rarely wear them. Only when my teeth hurt,” I laugh, shaking my head. “Probably not good, but my teeth are still straight. I do take them with me everywhere I go. They are just uncomfortable and dry my mouth out.”
“Such a bad girl,” Taehyung giggles, tickling my stomach for a few seconds.
I flail away from my boyfriend, laughter forcing it’s way out of my throat for a few seconds. “Such a pervert.”
“What?” He pouts, innocently batting his eyelashes.
“Don’t act so innocent,” I shove him with my foot. “You aren’t pure. We haven’t been together that long, but I know how dirty you can be.”
He smirks, “Have you seen how sexy you are? It’s hard to hold back, but I do because I know it’s too soon, and you aren’t ready. Like, your one piece today was cute, but your little curves are so hot.”
“Tae,” I scoot up to him, crossing my legs like a pretzel as I face him. “You must be happy that I am wearing my normal pajamas again,” I grin.
“I only made you wear a sweatshirt because the other two are boys just like me, and would stare at you with bad thoughts. I do. Jimin did!”
“What?” Jimin calls from the next room.
“Nothing, Chim-Chim!” I roll my eyes at my boyfriend’s outburst. “It’s okay that you made me wear a sweatshirt to hide my boobs,” I giggle., cheeks heating up in an instant. “Anyways, I’m happy to be back in my normal summer pajamas.
“So am I,” Taehyung grabs my wrist, pulling me towards him so my head is in his lap.
I adjust my t-shirt with holes in it--thanks to my scissor crazy boyfriend--so my tummy is covered, and pull my feet into my pillow. This is how our pillow talks shall be like form now on.”
“Is it comfy enough?” Taehyung slowly runs his fingers through my hair.
“Perfect,” I lazily smile. “Anything you want to talk about?”
“Tell me about the story you started on the plane. You were too cute writing it. Mouthing words, looking off at nothing, and your little hand holding the pencil.”
I giggle, “I’m glad you like my little habits. I saw you take a few pictures. You know, you can post anything on my Instagram.”
“Now I do. I promise only to post pictures you approve, or I know you look super cute in.”
“That’s why you are the best. Seriously, if you post something I don’t like, I can just delete it. Just post whatever you like.”
“Will do,” he runs the pad of his finger over the outside part of my ear. “Now, what is your story about?”
“Ah yes,” I lick my bottom lip with the tip of my tongue. “It is in the beginning stages, so I don’t have a ton figured out, but I have a good idea. Basically, a girl is adopted by two women, and will have many siblings. Her older brothers are protective, and the girl her age is her best friend. The younger siblings she loves playing around with. What really sets her apart though, is that fact that she is mute.”
“Mute? Like, she doesn’t talk? At all? Or is she deaf? What, that wouldn’t make sense.”
“She talks very little. Her life was hell before being adopted, and causes her to shut down.”
“But she finds a voice, kind of, through something that she loves, am I right?”
I giggle, “Maybe. I haven’t decided what will happen. It will go through a fast timeline from adoption to high school where the bulk of the story will probably take place.”
“You’ll have to let me read it. I’m not sure I can give good advice, but I’ll do what I can.”
“Actually, I think there’s a future story you’ll have more fun reading.”
“Oh, is your brain bursting with ideas? So much to write with so little time.”
“My brain is always thinking of stories or ideas. This new story, however, can’t start until December. I’m planning it, though, when the other story has writer’s block. It is going to be something.”
“What’s it about?” Taehyung places a hand on my hip.
“Hwarang,” I smirk. “I’ve looked into the facts about the drama you are it, and I wondered about a girl in the ranks. It could be interesting.”
“Ah, is my jagiya writing a fan fiction?” He teases. “You haven’t even met Hansung, and you want to date him.”
“Who says the main girl will get with Hansung? Maybe it will be one of the other beautiful guys. It may even have multiple endings. I’ll just have to wait for the show. I’m gaining ideas as I read more on culture, and the little out on the show.”
“Two episodes a week. You’ll have to write a lot a week to keep up.”
“I can do it, no doubt,” I run my finger over Taehyung’s short covered thigh. “Tell me some stories about acting. Anything that comes to mind.”
“Well, I learned how to ride a horse, so that was fun. There’s a lot of video of me doing that. I’ll have to show you some time.”
“I bet you looked great in riding gear. Hell, I know you did.”
He chuckles, “Maybe. Anyways, the wig I had to wear wasn’t that comfortable, but I powered through. It got better as the days went by. Playing Hansung was so much fun.”
“Being an actor was fun, period, I’m guessing. Every picture you sent as you all dressed up as Hansung, you looked so happy. Not to mention, oh so handsome.”
“So much flattery. We really know how to build each other up.”
“Because I love you,” I coo. “More acting stories, please.” I turn onto my back so I can look up at Taehyung. “How were the other boys?”
“Great,” he smiles, looking down at me. “My Hwarang-hyung. All of them find me adorable. I brought the cast together.”
“You were the maknae,” I giggle, reaching over to poke his side a few times. “I bet they didn’t know what to think of you. It’s good you brough everyone together. That’s something you do best.”
“You are the maknae right now,” he taps my nose. “Emily is gone, and now you are the very youngest out of us.”
I giggle, “Don’t tease me. Being the youngest can be hard.”
“Oh, but you aren’t that young. You turn eighteen this year. That’s pretty old, jagi.” He tickles my tummy for a few seconds.
I’m out of Taehyung’s reach as soon as the laughter flows out of my mouth. “Not again. Not tonight. No tickles.
“Cuddles?” He pouts, holding out his arms for me.
“With that pout, of course,” I tenderly smile, crawling over to snuggle into my boyfriend’s side. “Oh, oppa, I almost forgot. I made a new friend on the internet.”
“You did? Are you going to tell me about this new friend?”
“Of course,” I pat his tummy. “It all started when I said I’m really into this group called Day6. The rock group, you know? The boys who play their own instruments.”
“Yes, I remember you showing me some music videos. One of them likes us, and they have pretty good songs.”
“Yes, Jae outwardly loves BTS. That boy is a huge dork.”
“So, your new friend is a fan of this group?” Taehyung pushes his fingers under the waistband of my sweats at the hip.
“Let me tell my story,” I gently slap his chest.
“Go ahead then, princess,” I gently slap his chest.
“Okay, so, all the sudden I get this used being tagged in all of the comments of every recent picture. I had to check out the hype that everyone clearly needed me to see. So, I clicked on the name, and the Instagram that popped up was that of an artist.”
“They’ve drawn you, haven’t they?”
“Me, us, the other boys. In fact, they make comics of all of us doing random everyday tasks, or doing crazy things that the fans suggest. I’m not sure what fan bases all follow her, but she draws so much. She ahs original characters, and does many other groups. It’s amazing the skill she has.”
“What’s her name?”
“Willow Eve, but she prefers just Eve. After a few minutes on her page, I follower her Instagram, and then sent her a message. We talked, swapped emails, and she sends me art before it’s posted.”
“That’s cute,” Taehyung coos. “Are you best friends now? Do you talk about boys?”
“Good friends who gush over our boyfriends.”
“Who is her boyfriend?”
“Jae, from Day6. That’s why people wanted us to meet. We loved the other one’s boyfriend’s group.”
“You should meet once we are home for a while.”
“Already planning it,” I smirk. “I’ve also asked if Vernon’s girlfriend would like to join.”
“Vernon, from Seventeen? That Vernon.”
“Yes. We’ve emailed since last year, and I helped him get a girl. She is never going to be in the spotlight.”
“Do you know her name?”
“Abigail. She’s thinking over setting up a meeting. The fear of being found out is very strong in her.”
“I can’t believe I got jealous over a boy who would never want you because he had his eyes on someone else the entire time. And I made you cry because of it.”
“You did, but I’m okay now,” I sit up, pressing a kiss to Taehyung’s lips. “We both learned from that.”
He smiles, running a hand over my hair. “Where would you meet the other girls?”
“Probably the coffee shop,” I tiredly smile, resting my head on this shoulder. “Emily would be with me, and Laurel would come with Eve. Abigail would be with her friend that she hasn’t told me anything about yet. I want us all to be friends. We all have something in common.”
“What’s that?”
“Our boyfriends are idols,” I life my head up. “Can we go to sleep now? I’m super tired.”
“Sure thing, princess,” he kisses my forehead.
“You’re the best, oppa.”
We take the next few minutes to climb under the covers and get comfortable. Taehyung even turns on the night light app he downloaded on his phone for me.
“When we get back home, we have to have an apartment party to shut the boys up,” Taehyung has his hands up my shirt, running his nails gently over my back.
“I want to see our puppies,” I feel tears building up. “They must miss us, yeah?” My voice cracks.
“Baby, don’t cry. Of course they miss you. You’re their mom. They love you.”
“How do you know?” I feel the tears escape my eyes. “I love them, and I miss them so much.”
“It’s okay, princess. We will be home soon,” he places kisses all over my face. “Don’t cry. Please, it hurts my heart.”
I sniffle, “I’m okay. It was just a few tears.
The door flies open, light spilling in.
“Ugh!” Taehyung groans.
“Sorry!” Jungkook sighs. “I didn’t know you were trying to sleep.”
“What do you need, Kookie?” I yawn out.
“Just, to have a good night. And, um, this is weird to say.”
“I love you too, Kookie. It’s oaky to say. Now, goodnight.”
“Oh,” Jungkook stutters. “Love you too!”
Then the door is closed, and the room is plunged back into darkness.
“I love you the most,” Taehyung gives me a small squeeze.
“I know,” I snuggle into his side. “I love you just as much.”
“Goodnight princess. Big day tomorrow.”
“I am ready. Now, shut up so I can sleep.”
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Hope you enjoyed reading! It was either make this a really short chapter or make it long, and I went with long because why not. I would love to know what you thought. :D Also, hard to find a gif, so I did my best.
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hello? i have a request? can you do one where loki arrives late home and the partner is upset and the next day he has a massive breakfast or flowers planned for them? sorry bad wording. I love ur writing tho!
sorry this took so long!! enjoy beb
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“Oh, so you are still alive.”
He closes the door behind him with a sheepish smile, stepping into the dim lamplight. “I thought you would be asleep by now.”
“I should be, shouldn’t I? Cause it's 3:30 in the morning?” You cross your arms and glare at him. His hair is uncharacteristically messy, sticking up in weird places and he’s got a jacket slung over his arm, his shirt untucked in the back.
Oddly...disheveled.
You try to give him the benefit of the doubt and not let your mind wander.
“I’m sorry, my love. It wasn’t supposed to take that long,” he offers, moving towards where you’re curled up in the corner of the couch. You just keep your narrowed eyes trained on his every movement, knowing he’ll convince you to forgive him sooner than he probably deserves...as usual.
He’s headed for the bathroom—hopefully to shower, he looks a mess—and he stops as he’s walking past the couch to stoop down and kiss the top of your head. His tangled hair falls in front of your face and you catch a whiff of something in it that smells strangely spiced, sickly sweet.
You grab his wrist when he goes to move away and you lean back against the arm of the couch, pulling him back down into an upside-down kiss.
Sure enough, he’s a little...sweeter than usual.
“So...you were drinking at that meeting?” You ask, locking your arms around his neck and keeping him bent over your face. “Didn’t think that’s normally what happens at ‘business meetings,’ even for superheroes.”
His forehead drops to rest against your chin in defeat. “I apologise. Once the meeting ended, Stark insisted, and you know my brother has the tendency to—”
“You didn’t get any of my calls?”
He pauses, opening his mouth to say something and apparently thinking better of it. “I...thought it might be better not to answer, considering the state I was—” a violent hiccup interrupts him. “Possibly still am in.”
You push him away with a sigh and sit up. “I was worried sick, Loki. Next time please let me know where you are?”
He nods seriously and steps around the couch, reaching for you, but his foot catches on the edge of the couch and he trips, stumbling down halfway on top of you. Maybe he’s a little drunker than he had originally let on.
He hiccups again and starts laughing, leaning into your side for support.
“Uh...Loki?” You nudge him in the side, more than a little concerned. It takes a lot to get the god drunk, and here he is at 3:30 in the morning, giggling. “Just how much did you actually drink?”
He thinks deeply for a moment, honestly trying to remember, then shrugs. “More than the stars that light the night sky, should my memory do me no wrong.”
Aaaaand here we go. Alcohol never fails to bring out the poet in your lover, somehow giving him the ability to be even more eloquent and well-versed than he already is. In the time you’ve been together, you’ve been subject to many a drunk, sappy poem, often dramatically presented to you by Loki in some language that probably hasn’t been uttered on earth for thousands of years—and more often than not while he is clad in a bedsheet toga.
I mean...I guess it’s kinda adorable.
“Go on...get it out.” You pull your legs up under you and sit back with a small smile, ready to enjoy watching him make a fool of himself.
“I have more adoring words of thee than grains of sand on the shores of Valhalla,” he whispers, grabbing your hands and bringing them to his lips. “Thou art fair, my love, and thy smile be the light that shineth from the heavens.”
The drunken grin on his face widens when you roll your eyes and a boyish gleam appears in his eye. “You believe me to jest, my eternal starlight?”
You grab his face in both hands and the grin that lights his face is that of a child’s pure joy. “You’re drunk, babe,” you remind him softly, “you’re drunk and just reciting more books. You ready to sleep this off?”
“Heavens, no. I’ve only just begun—hic—to find the words worthy of defining you, though they be few.” He leans forward to plant a sloppy kiss on your laughing lips. “What deeds I may have done to behold thy grace...are beyond my knowledge. My heart is held between thy fingers and I taste...I taste a new world in thy lips when err they...when err they meet mine—”
His head slips out of your hands and drops to your shoulder with a snore.
“Loki?” You poke him a couple times. “Loki? Babe?”
Wonderful. Looks like you’ll be sleeping on the couch now, cause you’re definitely not lugging the knocked out god all the way back to your bed, heck no.
Oh well. He may smell a little funny, but hey, he still makes for a pretty cozy blanket.
You wake up feeling an entire body lighter—oh, cause Loki’s finally not draped over you—and there’s an awful knot in your neck from sleeping at a weird angle.
“You’re awake!”
Loki’s sneaking through the door again, quite obviously hiding something behind his back. You quickly rub the sleep from your eyes and squint at him in the bright morning light, wondering what on earth could have gotten him out of the house at such an hour.
He comes over to greet you on the couch with a breathtaking good morning kiss, as all are, his hair still damp and curly from a recent shower.
Thank goodness.
“G’mornin, sunshine,” you grin, pulling him back for a longer hug. God, he smells so good. “Where did you go?”
He sits on the cushion next to you with a tired but devious smile, crossing his legs under him and keeping his hand and whatever he’s holding behind his back.
“Well…” he starts, taking your hand in his free one. “I wanted to apologise for last night. I am so sorry that I even put you through the trouble of worrying, much less actually having to care for me while I was intoxicated.”
Appalled by the fact that he thinks he needs to apologise, you had just opened your mouth to tell him to stop when he pulls a ginormous bouquet of flowers from behind his back, holding them out in front of your face and beaming proudly at you.
Uh...that’s a lot of flowers.
“Loki...what the hell,” you laugh, blinking in shock at him.
His face falls like a stone in water. “You don’t like them? Ríða, I’m never listening to Stark again.” He stands up and storms to the kitchen with the flowers in hand, dumping them in the sink before you can stop him.
“Loki!” You jump to your feet and run after him, stopping when you see him bent over the sink with a hand tiredly over his eyes.
The poor guy is absolutely beating himself over the head for this. He looks miserable, disgusted with himself for making such a “mistake,” and especially revolted by the overflowing amount of flowers now upside down in your sink.
“Loki, baby, sunshine…” you whisper and force yourself between him and the counter, making him look at you. “You didn’t let me finish. That was a good what the hell.”
He doesn’t say anything and just turns away from you, leaving you shocked and empty armed.
“Hey! Look at me, doofus!” You’re behind him in two quick steps, wrapping your arms around his waist and trying your best to hold him in one place. “Come on, you don’t think I’m actually mad at you, do you?”
“You’re...you’re not?” He freezes and looks at you incredulously. “You have every reason to be upset. I made many mistakes last night, and this morning as well, clearly—”
You grab his collar and yank him down to shut him up with a kiss.
He’s slightly breathless by the time you pull away and you rest your forehead on his with a quiet giggle. “Maybe I was a little...annoyed last night, but only because I was worried. And your poems and sonnets certainly made up for that.”
“My what?”
“Wait, you don’t remember?”
He shakes his head, undeniably concerned by the fact that he has no recollection of his drunken interactions with you.
“Oh, Loki, you poured out your little heart to me last night,” you tease, winding your arms around his neck. “You were so gushy, so sappy, so romantic…I swooned many a time.” You pause and throw all your weight on him with a dramatic sigh, trying to get a smile back on his face. “You said the word ‘thy’ about a million times, too, and I almost slapped you for that, not going to lie…”
Loki catches you with a hand on your waist and brings you into a tight embrace, listening intently as a smile finally begins to hint at his lips. “And that was the worst of it?”
You hoist yourself up to sit on the counter so you can be at his level, tugging him between your knees and into another quick kiss. “No, the worst part was that you fell asleep before you were finished.”
He scowls playfully and raises an eyebrow at your dopey grin. “Not another soul will hear of this, correct?”
“Mmm...you might have to buy my silence.” You tap a finger under his chin to remind him to pick his head up, meeting his worried eyes with a playful smile. “Lucky for you, snowflake, I accept flowers as payment.”
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Angel (c.h.) | Part 2
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Summary: Calum meets an angel.
Word Count: 1.3K
A/N: So the truth is.... I straight up forgot to upload this. My bad. But better late than never, so here you go!
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Calum watches her as she takes in the view from the beach breathlessly, and it seems like a weight is lifting off her shoulders. That's exactly how he felt when he was there, and that's why he ran there every time he felt lost.
"This is... wow."
He chuckles, and gestures to the sandy ground. They both take a seat, leaning against a rock.
"How did you even find this place?" she questions.
He shrugs, proud of his little hiding spot. "I come here every time I feel lost," he tells her.
She sneaks a glance at him, before glancing back at the view. "Then why did you come to the club?"
"'Cause I was angry. Angry's different from lost, you know, like..." he drifts off, unable to put his thoughts into words.
"I get it." She sighs. "It's like, you see the vastness of the world from here, and you'd think it would push you over the edge, but it... grounds you. This is perfect for if you're feeling lost. If you came here when you're angry, you'd-"
"Be pushed over the edge," he finishes.
"Yeah." She pauses in thought. "Why did you bring me here?" she asks.
"'Cause you seemed lost."
She's even more beautiful in the starlight. Her body is slouched against the rock, the most relaxed he's ever seen her. He notices his own posture, and realizes that he's a bit relaxed too, after a long, long time.He hasn't felt this free since... his thoughts automatically go to her.
Just like that, the mood turns sour. He realizes that she's noticed it too, because she's staring at him peculiarly. Calum has always pushed away thoughts of his ex, that constantly lingered at the back of his brain, but he feels them taking over his brain now, and he's unable to stop it.
"Are you alright?" she asks gently, voice softer than silk. It breaks his will- before he knows it, his thoughts are tumbling out of his mouth. He tells her everything, right from when they first met, till she crushed his heart, smashing it to smithereens. She was his first love; though she had a heart of stone, and a love like ice, she was his first love, and it hurt to talk about her.
He had never spoken about her before, instead choosing to force his emotions into songs and poems in the studio, but that didn't really help. He had a bounty of beautiful songs, but the cracks in his heart remained.
And now, everything's out in the open. It doesn't hang heavy in the air- it feels like the sea is swallowing up everything he says. When he's done, he can't help but shudder a little at how unencumbered he felt, like he was Atlas, but finally shifting the weight of the world onto another set of shoulders.
He looks to his side, and notices that she has been listening intently to his outpouring of emotions this whole time. They make eye contact, and she smiles warmly at him.
"Get it all out of your system?" she asks.
He nods, smiling sheepishly back at her.
She turns to face the roaring sea again, that mirrored his once raging heart. "This place is magic." She breathes in the salty air, and her smile grows bigger. "You were all bottled up, but you came here, and out spilled the beans."
"I think that's because of you."
She looks at him, an indecipherable emotion in her eyes. Then, she shrugs. "I guess you do need someone to listen while you vent."
That's not what he had meant. He meant that she, a girl he barely knew, had made it easy for him to let it all out. For some reason, he trusts her infinitely. But he doesn't correct her.
They sit quietly in the dark, a comfortable silence filling the atmosphere. Calum feels peaceful, a completely foreign feeling to him. He knows that it's probably past midnight, and that his friends are probably worried about him, but he couldn't care less. At that moment, time felt suspended. Nothing felt real- not the tranquility in his heart, and certainly not the girl sitting next to him.
His eyes run over her face, taking in her beauty. Even in the simplest of clothes, she seems... angelic. Not in the sense that she was innocent and pure, but more like a guardian angel. Like she's there to bring him out of his mess of a life. She seems too damn good to be true, so the only plausible explanation is that she's an angel. In his messed up head, it's entirely possible that he had made her up, to help him figure his shit out. There is some psychology thing behind that, isn't there? Anything made more sense than the truth- because why would someone like her be talking to someone like him?
Before he can stop himself, his mouth betrays him. "Are you an angel?"
Her head snaps toward him, utter surprise on her face.
"I mean, like, are you real?" He stumbles over his words, trying to explain himself, but instead digging himself into a deeper hole. "Like, are you an actual human being, or-"
"Or am I a figment of your imagination?" she asks, her voice teasing. Amusement dances across her face; she's even more breathtaking than before.
Calum is embarrassed; he turns his head away, so she doesn't see it on his face. Will she get up and leave?
"I thought you were a figment of my imagination."
Calum looks at her, and she's looking right back at him, hesitation in her eyes. "I mean, who would think that a stupid crazy bitch like me would be sat on a terrace with Calum freaking Hood?"
He's taken aback. She knows who he is? She never showed any sign of it.
There's a slight wind blowing now, and it pushes her hair in different directions. She runs her hand through her hair, and makes a noise of frustration.
"When you first told me to come with you, I had a slight doubt that you might be a serial killer or something, but I barely believed myself." She looks at him, and shakes her head. "I just... trust you. I don't know why, but I do."
Calum's eyes widen. He thought he was insane to be feeling such strong emotions towards a woman he hardly knew, but to hear the exact words come from her mouth, is a shock.
"I know, I know. You probably think I'm crazy. I know."
"No, I..." Calum shakes his head firmly. "No." He decides not to tell her that he feels the same way. He still doesn't truly believe that she's not just a hyper-realistic hallucination.
She sighs, and pushes herself to her feet. "I should be going anyway, it's getting late," she says. He nods and stands up. He could have stayed there all night, just watching the waves fall over each other, sat next to her, but he can't stop her from going.
He leads the way back to the main street, and on the way, he tells her that she's free to visit the beach whenever she wants to.
They reach, and she pauses in front of him. He looks into her eyes, and sees a mixture of fear and hope- exactly what he's feeling inside. She opens her mouth to say something, closes it again, and nods firmly.
And just like that, she's walking away. It suddenly occurs to Calum that he doesn't know her name, despite telling her half his life history. "Hey!" he shouts after her, but she doesn't turn back; maybe she didn't hear him.
"Hey, angel!" he shouts again, taking a leap. She whips around, surprise on her face. "I never got your name!"
She smiles, and even from such a distance, its warmth touches him. "Do you really need it?" she shouts back, walking backwards. She laughs out loud, she turns a corner-
And just like that, she's gone.
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It’d been a few weeks, a few weeks since this dream had begun to become a carefully contained reality.
Pain was still a constant companion in his life but it seemed a little easier to cope with, when he could curl up in Chuuya’s arms at the end of the day, allowing that warmth and comfort to wash over his broken body, to allow his mind to feel that for a few fleeting moments, he was worthy of being alive. He still could not fully understand how things had come to this, how he was the one that Chuuya decided to cuddle, decided to visit in the middle of the night. He didn’t ask too many questions, just enough to show that he cared and though there was a part of his heart that feared all of them was simply tempory – he'd still cling to the redhead as though his very life depended on the other being there.
It was dangerous to place all his hopes in the one place but Chuuya was the best thing to have ever happened to the young male who had often felt alone in this world of trauma, blood and tears. In this world where he was constantly reminded of the mistakes, he’d made, of the life to have been taken by his hands. In this world where he felt as though he could never be as strong as those around him seemed to want him to be, there was still this gentle presence, this warmth that would hold him close, hold him in his arms, he soft and gentle, speak softly, ask after him but demand for answers. It was as if he was made of glass, as if Chuuya understood the fragile mess that laid hidden beneath his long sleeves and bandages, treating him with such an uncommon sense of care that he could find himself craving for his warm touches.
Even days of the most brutal nature, seemed to carry just that little bit of extra light. It wasn’t as if Chuuya offered some miracle cure but it was also difficult to ignore the way he seemed to be smiling more, the way he could put up a little bit more of a fight, the way he’d actually bother to take care of his wounds, instead of just falling into bed and refusing to move until his father finally decided to check in on him and forced him to be seen to.
Yet there would forever be that venom that threatened to poison his mind – that burning question that he was too afraid to ask, too afraid of what the answer may be but at the same time it was an answer that he craved for the most in this world. He didn’t deserve to ask such questions. He didn’t deserve to know the answer that he so desperately wished to understand. He was lucky enough to have this warmth in the first place. Why was it that he needed to be so selfish and to question the motives behind these gentle actions?
With a light sigh, he finished recovering his arms in fresh bandages, standing in front of the mirror and frowning at his appearance. With the latest round of ‘training’ he’d been forced to take for the last six hours, he looked as tired as he felt. What annoyed him the most though was the bandages that wrapped around his head, covering over his right eye, holding an eyepatch there in place. It reminded him far too much of the person he felt that he much hate most in this world. He was full of so much self-hate and yet he knew it was nothing compared to his feelings towards Dazai.
He stood there a little longer before reaching up and carefully peeling away the bandages, examining the gash the ran just under his eye, trying not to flinch as his mind automatically decided to remind him that he was quite lucky to still have that eye. With a sigh, he walked across the room and pulled out a better eyepatch, setting it in place as there was a knock at his door, Garth shifting his hair to fall over the side of his face that was bruised and bloodied before walking over towards the door, opening the door with cation, only to smile brightly towards Chuuya.
Course, the redhead would forever be used to walking in on this scene. On the pathetic ways in which Garth attempted to hide some of his injuries, the way he’d smile in relief as he saw who was behind the door, the way his arms would wrap around Chuuya’s waist and press against the elder in silence for a few seconds, allowing the gentle warmth to calm down his racing heart. This was reality. Chuuya was truly there, was truly smiling at him, was kissing his bruised cheek in such a gentle way.
“Hey - sorry for calling you here like this”, he unwrapped himself from his boyfriend and walked back into the room to grab the pouch that contained his bells before he lead the way out from the room and towards the exit of this private area of headquarters, “There’s something I wanted to share with you...but I’m a little...ah nevermind let me show you”. What's the worse that could happen? Maybe just being laughed at? Maybe for the other to realise just how strange he really was? He’d always loved books – they offered a world of escape that was far from this living hell in which he lived.
There was a temptation to reach out and take his hand but he didn’t want for them to risk being seen, mainly for Chuuya’s sake. He didn’t want for the reputation of the other to get damaged any. No doubt he already got some questions just from them being friends like this. Ah. There was that self-doubt again, the nerves rushing up through his body as this was truly one of the more personal things he was about to share. It was stupid to be this nervous but the events earlier in that day still ate away at the back of his mind.
Dazai’s words sank into his bones. He tried to listen to what Chuuya said by his side but there was just this automatic side to his thoughts that warned him against thinking so highly of himself. That warned him he needed to be careful, that he was giving too much control of his heart over to Chuuya. But when he hadn’t cared about his heart until now, was that such a bad thing? He placed his hands away inside the pockets of the slightly too large hoodie that he wore, leading the way into the Port Mafia library and smiling as he found the area to be as quiet as it always seemed to be. A quiet little sanctuary away from the louder, bloodier parts of headquarters. This was an area that he could often be found in, hiding around the back of the area, that he was now leading Chuuya towards, reaching behind him to take hold of his hand as they got deeper into the room and there were fewer people around to spot them.
A gentle squeeze was given to his hand as they entered their usual area, Garth pausing before some shelves in order to find the book that he’d hidden here a few days ago. He often hid things either around here or under the floorboards of his room – anything that he didn’t wish for his father or Dazai to destroy but the book that he pulled out at the moment meant the world to him, Garth holding the small green hardback at his chest, jumping down from the stool he’d used to reach the top shelf – and now hesitating a little. Would Chuuya just find this weird? He’d never shown this to anyone before now. He’d told a few of his mother’s poems to Yumeno throughout the years but no one else. For the longest of times, it had been him and Yumeno against the world and introducing Chuuya into that world was scary.
“...I wanted to share this with you...”, he sat down against the cool window, waiting for Chuuya to join him before he passed the book towards him, watching him rather carefully as he pulled his knees up to hug under his chin, “...my mother wrote poems for me while she was carrying me...and that there is the book that carries them all...including some of my own towards the end...no where near as good as hers but...” He fell quiet, mind filling with doubt. Why was he sharing this? Something so personal? Why would Chuuya even want to know something like this?
It was just a few stupid poems.
Written by the woman he’d killed.
Other’s written by the hands of someone who didn’t deserve to still be living. With shaking hands, he grabbed a random nearby book and opened it up to some random page, trying to get his mind to focus on something that wasn’t doubt or self-hate. The world could be so exhausting to live in when you were constantly questioning your worth.
“Why me?”, the worlds pass from bitten lips, his voice quivering ever so slightly, his heart racing, his hands falling into fists, his entire body trying to warn him to stop, to not go on with this thought, that he was asking for more than he should, “...why did you choose to be with someone like me?”, he blinked, staring down at the book he held in his lap, tears making his vision blur, the words hard to make out even with the one eye that wasn’t covered, Dazai’s voice echoing in the back of his mind, telling him how stupid and weak he was – how selfish he was currently being to ask Chuuya such a thing.
“You’re just wonderful. Your strong, respected...intelligent...so kind and caring but able to turn into such a violent storm when the situation calls. Your too good to be stuck here – be stuck inside this hellish place, nevermind with someone like me”, he gasped lightly as his body began to shake with both fear and the force of his break down, “I’m weak. I’ll never be anything worthwhile...I can’t protect anyone...I can’t even protect myself. I’m only still alive because of who my father is or I’d have died long before now. I...I destroyed so many lives that I shouldn’t be even complaining about how I’m treated. At least I’m alive”, a weak broken laugh, one hand reaching up to wipe at his eye in frustration, “Dazai’s right. I’m just a waste of space, a waste of resources – something that should have died long before now...yet here I am, clinging to the warmth that you offer me, clinging to the softness that I gave the right up to on the day I was born. On the day that I caused my mother’s death”
He squeaked in surprise as Chuuya closed the book he held with a loud slam, Garth gazing up towards him with wide eyes, hands moving to the ground to shift and place some space between them as cold laughter built up in the back of his mind.
“I’m sorry...I’m sorry I didn’t mean to...I didn’t...I’m sorry...please...please don’t hate me...”
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Sleepover
Request: "Hi! Can you write a chanwoo angst imagine in which you both are best friends but you fall for him and he doesn't feel the same and starts avoiding you and he insults you. But later he realizes that he loves you too. I know it is too mainstream but I would love if you could write it!! I love your writing hehe xx - Angst plus fluff"
Pairing: Jung Chanwoo/ Reader
Genre: angst/fluff
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A/N: I hope this is okay requester :) I have another Chanwoo best friends request coming soon. I was originally gonna use this story for the other one but then I decided to turn it into this request instead since this one had a little more story to it but my other one is coming shortly. I wanted to combine them but they were a little too different of a concept lol.
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"Honey I'm home." You entered the door without even knocking.
You nervously backfired from the stares you were getting until Chanwoo started laughing.
"Don't you have a home?" Mr. Jung said.
"I do but yours is way better."
"You hungry dear, we just finished dinner?" Mrs. Jung said sweetly.
"Nah, not hungry." You smiled tugging on your best friends shirt.
"Okay, I'll see you later." Chanwoo said as he left the house with you. "So where are we going this time?"
"I found this awesome abandoned train cart."
"How?"
"It's only a mile from my house and I decided to take a short cut to your house this time." You smiled.
"Is it safe? Are you updated on your tetanus shots?" He laughed.
"It's safe. It doesn't look that old."
"We can make it our secret spot." You continued.
....
You decided to stop by Starbucks before you made it to your secret headquarters.
"You know June is checking you out."
Chan whispered in your ear.
You turned around seeing the boys quickly go back to chatting. "Is this the only thing they do Friday nights. You'd think they be at some party." You rolled your eyes.
"Hey, I heard he is a nice guy. Plus you never date."
"There's a reason I don't date." You laughed. "And It's senior year. Dating someone like him wouldn't last."
"What's the real reason? Do you like someone else?"
You gulped from his sudden question. "Sorta." All your confidence was gone.
"Who is he? Do I know him?" He asked.
Yes. "I can't tell you."
"Why not? I told you when I had a crush on Ryujin."
"Yeah, and that was a mistake wasn't it?" You laughed.
"Whatever."
"Come on, to our secret headquarters." You marched out the door with your milkshake.
"You're really not going to tell me?" He followed.
"Shut up." You snapped.
"Okay. Sorry. I'll figure it out anyway." He smirked.
Good luck with that genius.
"Here it is." You crossed the over grown rail road track and climbed up into the boxcart. There was already graffiti and names scattered throughout the area so you couldn't imagine how long this has been here.
"Why here?" He asked kicking some old dingy crate. "This place is a shit hole."
"Perhaps....but what if we made it our own, our getaway paradise, our safe haven, our-"
"(Y/N) please shut up."
"You don't like it?"
"It's just a piece of junk." He made a face.
"I think it's poetic."
"Because there is poems on the wall?" He still questioned your motives.
"Stop being such a buzz kill. This place is romantic." You blushed after your back was turned away from him.
"What's the point of romantic if I'm here with you." He teased but you felt pain inside. If only he knew.
"Fine. Maybe I'll invite.....June to my secret romantic hiding place instead." You sat on the edge.
He made a face, clearly not liking your answer. "Now you like the guy all of a sudden?"
"At least a guy likes me. So I'm not a total loser." You mumbled the last bit.
"Come on. I was kidding.....we can make it cool....I guess." He sat down next to you, letting his feet hang off the cart.
"(Y/N)?" He tried to get your attention. "I didn't think that kind of thing gets to you." You still didn't focus your attention on him. "Come on....you talk about how much guys suck all the time.....You don't really act like the romantic type."
"Chanwoo, I'm a girl. Or did you forget?" You still didn't look at him.
"Please stop being so serious, you're really starting to scare me."
"Am I just another guy friend to you. Is that what you really think of me?"
"Where is this coming from? We've been friends for how long......?"
You leaned your head against the wall. "Can you leave? I kind of want to be alone." You try to say as kindly as possible.
"(Y/N) what did I do?" He looked at you concerned.
"I just need a lot to think about right now." You simply said.
"Are you still sleeping over tonight?"
"I don't know."
"See ya later." He mumbled and left you alone.
Were you over reacting? Basically he rejected you without you even confessing.
"Why did I have to fall for you?" You whispered as you felt tears starting to fall.
He didn't see you as a girl which was the worst part. You were just one of his guy friends.
....
You entered his home with no invitation like always as you wanted to return his plaid coat you stolen.
"Hey dear he's upstairs."
"No thanks. I just wanted to give this back." You placed the coat on the hook.
"Aren't you sleeping over like usual?"
"Excuse me Mrs. Jung but aren't you suppose to be worried about those type of things as a parent. I mean we are both 18 now."
"What do you mean?"
You rolled your eyes behind her back as you had to explain. "I'm a girl and he's a boy? And you let us sleep together in the same room? With the door shut."
"I'm not worried about that dear. You've been friends for so long." She smiled.
It was officially. You were doomed.
"But what if one day we decided to be more. Not that it will, clearly....I'm just curious."
"I know my son dear....and I trust him." What was that suppose to mean?
"Wow thanks for the talk, I gotta go." You turned around and headed straight home.
That was it. You were determined to try a little experiment.
"Hey Soyoung? Can I borrow some clothes?" You asked your sister once you got home. She was a year younger then you and the complete opposite. She was pure and girly.
"Why?" She gave you that look of annoyance.
"Because I want to start dressing girlier." You shrugged.
"Then borrow moms clothes." She tried to shut her door.
"Please....I want to impress a guy." You begged.
"You? I almost thought that wasn't possible, since you rather arm wrestle with them then hold their hand." She laughed.
"I hate arm wrestling."
"I was just giving a example. You're lucky because you got all these hot guys hanging around you but you choose to be one of them instead." She saw it too? Even before you did.
"Well, I want to change that."
"So whose the guy you're trying to impress? Let me guess....Chanwoo?"
"W-What?"
"I'll take that as a yes." She smirked.
"How did you know?"
"Because you hang out with him the most." She shrugged since her guess was a hunch. "Why don't you just tell him?"
"Because he doesn't think of me that way, one of the guys, and that hurts a lot."
"Well trying to be something you're not won't do it either."
"Well.....I can try." You stole some clothes and left.
This will work right? It has to.
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You decided on a cute dark flowy skirt and a gray flowy sweater just gently tucked it. You wanted to go girly but not over the top girly. Simple and causal.
Once you got to school, you didn't get your normal high fives from different people as you passed by. Almost like they didn't recognize you.
"Yo what's up (Y/N)." Chanwoo came over and punched you playfully like the punching bag you have become in this friendship. He memorized your locker so well he didn't even notice what you were wearing at first. "Woah, what the hell are you wearing?"
Nothing like 'you look pretty' or 'why' just 'what were you thinking' kind of way. And that hurt more then you thought.
You slammed your locker and took a hard look at him. "I can wear what I want."
"But not that."
"Why not?"
"It's not you." He said like it was obvious.
"Maybe I'm sick of me."
"Are you still pissed over last night?" He asked.
"I need to get to class." You walked away.
....
"It's so true." You over heard conversations go on throughout the rest of the day.
"Hey Chanwoo, is it true?"
"What?"
"(Y/N) is so in love with you." Donghyuk pushed his friend.
"(Y/N) is not in love with me." He said it like it was nonsense.
You turned the corner and quickly hid behind your locker as you saw him engaged with his friends in a deep conversation.
"Dude, It's obvious." Jinhwan rolled his eyes.
"She would of told me."
"Nah girls get sensitive about those kind of things."
"She has been acting differently since yesterday."
"How come?" Donghyuk asked.
"She was talking about us having some secret hideout and how it was romantic, and I completely shot her down."
"Wow, you're a dick." Bobby laughed.
"I'm not it's just silly."
"So what now? You gonna ask her out?" Yunhyeong asked.
"Pff, no." He laughed.
You couldn't help the tears build up hearing him laughing at you, you finally grabbed your things and left. You didn't want to hear the rest of that conversation.
"It's just weird. We've been friends for so long."
"So what? You two are always together anyway. Mine as well make it officially." Donghyuk spoke.
They were right. But he worried he already lost you as a friend and he definitely didn't want to face you now that he knew it was him all along on who you liked. Things would be awkward. Different.
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As a week went by you became strong and acted like it didn't bother you. You haven't hung out with the guys all week. Not that you weren't avoiding, you still said your hellos to the rest of them through the hall but Chanwoo was non existent. You wanted to be the one avoiding him but he was no where to be found. Every time you got a glimpse of him he would go somewhere else.
He was avoiding you.
He's the one to upset you and he was running away cowardly.
Throughout class Chanwoo was always two rows behind since you moved your seat. He missed you. You always came over every night just chilling while playing video games but now he was lonely. He watched you comb your fingers through your hair as you wrote something in your notebook. He couldn't stop thinking about you.
....
"Hey, Someone is trying to steal your girl." Yunhyeong laughed while pushing his friend.
He looked over to see June talking to you.
"Go over and stop that before he takes your girlfriend."
"Shut up. She's not my girlfriend." He pushed him back.
"Chill dude. It was just a joke." Yunhyeong pushed back as everyone in the hall was focused on them. Even you.
You pursed your lips as you walked away with June. Chanwoo slammed his locker and walked away. "She hates him, why is she with him?"
"Maybe they are just lab partners." Yunhyeong denied. "You need to talk to her."
"I can't."
"Well. Then you can't be pissed off."
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"Perfect." You smiled as you got done hanging the lights up in your hidden boxcar.
You cleaned up the place and put old blankets and pillows you no longer needed and candles and different decorations for a more poetic atmosphere like you wanted. You wrote more song lyrics you loved on the wall as well, just to add something. The place was everything you wanted but too bad you were alone.
You hooked up your phone to your speaker and began playing soft comforting music as you laid down on your little set up.
You heard a deep sigh that had you sitting up quickly. "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you." He said as he made his way into the box car.
"What?" You shrugged like nothing was wrong.
"This place looks nice (Y/N)." He gazed as he looked throughout the place.
"Not bad for a shit hole right." You said with a hint of attitude.
"Sorry about that." He sat down next to you.
"What do you want Chanwoo?" You said rushing to the point.
"I'm sorry for everything. I didn't know what you were feeling."
"So what?" You shrugged.
"I miss you." He said looking at his lap.
"I never left. You were the one running away."
"I know......I was scared."
"Why? Oh right. Because it's too embarrassing for someone like me to like you."
"It's not like that." He argued.
"Then what is it? Like I told you before Chanwoo. I'm a girl. I'm not another one of your guy friends you can just push around."
"It's not that I think of you as some guy. You're my friend first, girl or whatever, it's just gonna take me some time to get used to the fact that this changes everything now."
"Fine. Then pretend this stupid rumor never gotten out. Back to good old buddies again.....deal?"
"I didn't say that." He started.
"What are you saying?" You asked confused.
He shrugged awkwardly. "We can try if you want."
You laughed sarcastically. "Yeah right. You were the one that laughed from the idea remember....'pfft no'."
"You heard that?" He looked at you hurt. "I was just trying to get my friends off my back....it was the first I heard about it okay. It was just weird at first but.....-"
"Now you feel sorry for me."
"No. I just couldn't get used to the idea but being away from you for a week made me really miss you."
"You could of just talked to me." You rolled your eyes.
"I know. I'm sorry."
You brushed your hair out of your face as you laid back once again looking at the lights that shined above. You felt Chanwoo lay back as well next to you as he looked at you smiling.
"How long did you like me....like that?"
"Our sophomore history field trip." He looked at you confused. "I don't know." You laughed. "You we're the only one that stopped and waited for me as the guys kept going ahead on their own as I was tying my shoe. And then when we lost the class you held my hand as we tried to catch up. Basically you were there for me and you cared and it really meant a lot to me."
"You're my friend." He shrugged like it was nothing.
"So are they." You looked at him as you finally noticed he was staring back.
He leaned in but nervously backed out quickly sitting up. "I'm not forcing you into anything Chanwoo." You sat back up with him. "I understand if you don't feel the same. I mean.....I'll get over it. I rather have you in my life as a friend then-"
"(Y/N) can you be quiet for a sec, I'm trying to think." He said taking a deep breath.
"It's okay, really." You smiled as he looked at you once again.
He leaned in to your surprise, gently caressing his lips with yours. You immediately responded bringing your hand up to pull him in more. The kiss got deeper as he laid you down once again. Once your back hit the blankets, he pulled away.
"How much is going to change?"
"Nothing has to change Chanwoo. Have you never had a girlfriend before?"
"I just don't want to upset you again."
"We both just need to be honest with each other okay? I can still kick your butt in video games, I can still-"
"I think that is the wrong information."
He arched an eyebrow.
"It's not."
"I guess you need to prove it then." You got up pushing him out of the way.
"Can we still have sleepovers?"
"We can, as long as you don't tell your mother about us."
"Why?" He asked.
"Because then she won't let us have sleepovers, capeesh." You said hitting him playfully.
.....
"Hey mom." Chanwoo entered with you behind.
"Hey honey. Oh hey (Y/N) I haven't seen you all week." His mother entered as there was other women gathered around the living room. "I'm having my book club, so please don't make any noise upstairs."
You and Chanwoo both looked at each other before running upstairs.
Once you entered his room and shut the door, he turned on his game of overwatch. "Ready to die."
"Are you?" You smirked.
"Bring it."
"Oh shut up, you're going to lose." You both laughed.
....
"No." He yelled at the screen.
"Ha! Loser."
"My character got stuck."
"You shouldn't have hid back there you idiot." You laughed. "My information is still correct."
"Hey, you two. Can you please be more quiet?" His mother entered the room.
Then she left. "No more video games I guess."
"What else do you want to do?" He asked.
"I don't know, something quiet." You shrugged.
You looked over and noticed him staring at the tv. "Let's practice our kissing."
"What?" As soon as he turned his head, you pulled him into a kiss, making him hover over you.
Your stomach flipped with excitement as your lips worked together faster. You felt his tongue graze your bottom lip causing more friction. You felt his fingers sweep under the fabric placed on your hip making you smile through the kiss from his confidence. You turned your head to the side to get a breather but you felt him move quickly down to your neck.
His lips felt warm against your neck that you felt the pleasure stir up. As he moved lower down towards your collar bone you couldn't help but moan.
"I figured you wanted to take this slow."
"I'm sorry." He leaned up.
"I'm okay with it." You smiled.
"Good." He leaned down once again, bringing his moisture lips back towards yours. Before you could enjoy it more, you heard footsteps and the door knob jiggle. You both looked up at the door as his mother entered.
"The ladies are gone. Did you kids eat?"
It was amusing how oblivious his mother was as you both awkwardly got out of your previous position.
"Pizza?" You suggested.
"I'll order." She closed the door.
"She really doesn't care huh?" You laughed.
"It's my turn to beat you." He turned on the console again.
"Ha! In your dreams."
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Relax
Soooo this wasn’t what I intended for this account to be but....I wrote a Damon smut. If there are still any fans out there reading about tvd maybe read it and let me know what you think! I’m open to messages, criticisms, if you just wanna say hi! Sooo here’s this!
This day had been undeniably terrible. I was late this morning, Work was hell, not only were we understaffed due to people choosing not to show up but we were busy as hell and there were dishes piled up halfway to the ceiling because we couldn’t keep up with them during the shift. I was starving realizing I hadn’t eaten anything all day, Ironic considering I’m a pizza delivery driver. On a typical weekday, I’d have time to check my phone on my shift or at least text, Damon, to let him know if I’d be over and if it would be late or not.
But today I felt like I’d barely even had time to breathe. When my manager came back to tell me I could clock out and I finally had the time to check my phone, I saw I’d had 5 texts from Damon.
Damon 10 A.M. “Good Morning Sunshine, I hope you got to work safely. I love you.” He was always sending me sweet good morning texts.
Damon 1:34 P.M. “I know you’re probably busy, but I was just wondering what time you’d be home tonight, I miss you.” At this point, he knew I’d be coming over. I stayed with him almost every night for a month. I don’t even know If I remember what my apartment looks like.
Damon 7:45 P.M. “I’m so proud of you for sticking to it and making it to work babe, I know it's not easy. Just drove past the restaurant after finishing up a few things today. It looked packed, I’m sure you’re stressed out but know I’ll be here for you when you get home, and I’ll help you relax ;)” He’s so sweet. A little pervy sometimes, but sweet.
Damon 11:42 P.M. “Hey, I know things were busy but it’s getting late, I’m a little worried just let me know you’re alright when you can.”
Damon 15 minutes ago (12:30), “Are you alright Love? You’re usually back by now, I just wanna make sure nothing happened to you. I’ll be up waiting for you to get back. I love you.”
I clocked out and started my car and unlocked my phone. I texted Damon back. “Sorry! Work was just hectic today, I’ll tell you all about it when I get home. I’m leaving now. I love you so much!” I hit send. Locked my phone screen and then drove to his house. I parked my car in the driveway outside of the garage. I walked up the steps of the place that was becoming more like home every day. When I opened the door I saw Damon sitting on the couch reading on his phone. When he heard the door shut he looked up and gave me a soft smile. I slipped off my shoes and coat and hung it up and then walked over to where he was now standing and melted into his warmth as he hugged me.
“I’m so glad you’re home baby, I was worried.” He mumbled, resting his chin on my head. I sighed and relaxed a bit against him.
“I am too! I thought I’d never get out of there. We got swamped today at lunch and dinner time. I had like 20+ deliveries today and so I had no time to start dishes until actual closing. And our Maker for the morning didn’t show up so Tyler had to oven and make so we were running behind. It was just a mess. I just wanted to get out of there! Tomorrow is my first day off in 5 days and all I wanna do is go to bed!” I whined. Damon pulled away from me enough to kiss my forehead and I smiled. “I should probably shower first though.” I looked up at Damon who had a small playful smirk on his face.
“Maybe I’d better come with you, We could take a bath and you could relax. We’ve got nothing to do tomorrow so we can cuddle all day in bed. It’ll be great.” he said and rubbed small circles in my back.
“I don’t know babe I’m exhausted,” He pouted and I rolled my eyes. “But I guess a bath would be nice,” I stated. He crashed his lips to mine and I kissed him back lazily not realizing just how badly I needed it.
“You go up to my room and change out of those clothes and I’ll start the water.” He smiled as we walked up the stairs. He followed me into his bedroom and then walked to his master bathroom to start the water. As he did I peeled my clothes off my body a piece at a time and looked at the bed longingly. My body was just so tired. Regardless, there was something inside me that could never resist even the smallest gestures from Damon.
He always loved me so well. Sometimes in ways, I didn’t even know how to love myself. I stood in front of the mirror stripped of all of my clothes and ran a hand down the front of my body. I closed my eyes and for a second I was brought back to the first time Damon had shown me how much he loved me. It was so much more than I could understand.
I remembered the fight before it had happened. We’d been heavily making out on the couch in the living room of the boarding house and his hands had traveled lower than I was sure I was comfortable with. I pulled away from him and I could see in his eyes that he was hurt but he played it off.
I cringed as I remembered how we almost yelled at each other after I finally broke and told him what I was feeling.
“I just don’t feel like you could really love me…” I uttered almost ashamed of admitting it.
“How could you think that? You know I love you, what are you even talking about?!” He started to raise his voice. I’d opened up a conversation I could back out of now.
“I mean I’m nothing like all of the other girls you’ve been with Damon! You’ve been around for 143 years and until we started dating you’ve stuck to the same type! So it’s just hard for me to believe that...This,” I gestured to my body, “Is what you want. Those girls were beautiful and thin and confident. That’s not me.” I cried. I could never understand what it was he saw in me.
Something in his eyes changed, and his voice almost cracked when he spoke, he was never this vulnerable around me. “Alayna,” He paused and took a deep breath. “I’ll fight forever to make you understand just how beautiful you are to me. Yes, Those women were beautiful, but not in the same ways that you are. Yes, they were thin, because being thin was all that mattered to them. It was the only standard of beauty they knew, especially in my younger days, they were shallow. They weren’t confident, are you kidding?! They were always checking the mirror and adding make-up and changing their outfit 100 times before we could go out for the night because they were never satisfied with what they saw. Then consistently checking with me to validate them.”
He paused again making sure to hold eye contact, “but you, baby you demand respect when you walk into a room, not attention. Your beauty is so much more then what you can see. It’s your thoughtfulness and your heart. You remind me at least 20 times to let you know I made it home safe when I leave, I’m a vampire babe, it takes me less than a minute to make it back home. I heal almost instantaneously, but if I’m hurt you always feel the need to bandage me up. You care for me in ways no one ever has!” His voice was loud but I knew he wasn’t angry anymore. “So of course I love you! And as for your body, I could go on about how sexy your confidence is. And How amazing you were to me when I saw how comfortable you were with yourself when I first saw you in Alaric’s office. But I’d much rather show you. If you’ll let me.” And at that moment, I trusted him completely.
I’d always thought that my first time would be something planned and romantic and whatever other shit they try to sell you about how special it’ll be. But I didn’t need candles and rose petals and love poems. I just needed him, romance aside, He was what made it right.
He searched my face for any hesitation and then our lips crashed together. At first, it was pure love, but then it just got hungrier. He pulled me closer to him and caught my bottom lip in between his teeth. I let out a soft moan and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue past my lips. My head was spinning. His hands roamed my body as mine tangled in his hair. He walked us backward until my back hit the wall. I got brave and bit his lip. He encouraged me further when he moaned and then pulled me up by my thighs, my legs wrapped around his hips and he sped us upstairs. We ran into his door frame and he pulled way setting me back down and pulling my shirt off. He was getting impatient.
He eyed me as I pulled at the hem of his shirt. I could see that his eyes were now darker and filled with lust. He pulled off his shirt and somewhere in between the doorframe and the few feet to the bed we’d lost almost the rest of our clothes. He kissed me again sweetly but still rough. I took a step back and fell onto the bed. Damon pulled away and smirked. “Someones eager,” he whispered into my ear before his teeth grazed my ear and he kissed down my neck.
It was then I’d realized that I was completely naked in front of him for the first time. I started to feel a bit insecure and even tried to cross my arms in front of my stomach but Damon stopped me. He grabbed my wrists and held them above my head and looked me in the eyes. “Don’t hide from me baby, let me take in how beautiful you really are.” I was too caught up in the feeling of his lips pressed to my shoulder to speak so I just nodded. Not that he saw. He continued his way down and kissed every inch of my body.
He treated me like I was some kind of Goddess that night; Like he needed to worship my body to be saved.
I was pulled from my memories when I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist from behind. And I saw myself standing in front of the mirror again. Damon kissed my cheek gently and smiled at me through the mirror. “Whatchya thinking about Baby?” he asked resting his chin on my shoulder.
“You,” I mused. He smirked and tightened his grip around my waist bringing me even closer pressed against him.
“Yeah? What about me?” He purred lips pressed to my ear.
“You’ll find out” I teased as I broke out of his grip and sauntered towards the bathoom, He stood there stunned for a moment and I knew I was winning, I smirked. “You comin’ or are you just gonna stand there and look pretty? I’m fine with both.” I teased. He rolled his eyes and followed me into the bathroom. He was already naked, he stepped into the tub settling in and smiled when I sat in front of him. He handed me a glass of wine I hadn’t realized he poured and I leaned back against his chest. “You were right, I think this is exactly what I needed.” I sighed content and took a sip of my wine and set it on the floor outside of the tub.
Damon gently massaged my shoulder and I moaned softly in response. “You were exactly what I needed.” He cooed and kissed my cheek.
“Normally, I’d be thrilled that you’re being so romantic and sweet, but would you just skip the pleasantries and kiss me!” I don’t know came over me but I needed him. Yes today had been stressful and all of his sweet gestures were perfect, he is perfect, but this wasn’t going to relive all of my tension.
I bit my lip as he smirked. “ who would I be to tell you no?” he joked and then leaned down kissing me roughly. I turned and straddled his lap and tangled my fingers in his hair. He moaned when I bit his lip and his hands help my hips.
“God I need you,” I moaned.
“I’ve been waiting to hear that all day he mumbled. He kissed my lips one last time before he started to kiss down my jaw. I tilted my head back so he had better access to my neck and whimpered when his teeth grazed against my sweet spot.
He moved down and left a mark on my breast. He loved to claim me. He then gently pulled my nipple into his mouth teasing me with his tongue. He massaged my other breast with his hand and I threw my head back moaning in pure pleasure. I reached my hand between us and wrapped my fingers around his length feeling him grow even harder. I started to pump my hand slowly and he practically growled against my chest. He slipped his free hand between my thighs and rubbed circles around my clit.
“Damon,” I moaned and I felt him smirk as he pulled back from my breast.
“What is it love?” he teased. Bastard, he knew what I wanted.
“Need you,” I mumbled kissing him hard. He slowed his movement and I whined.
“Use your words baby, what do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me, Damon, please! ” He smirked. He stood up and I followed. He stepped out of the tub and offered his hand to help me out. Then he pulled me against him and kissed me hard. The kiss was needy. Like we’d been separated for months and we're seeing each other for the first time. He picked me up and walked out of the bathroom toward the bed. “Wait, baby, we’re all wet.” I stated.
“Fuck it,” he said and dropped me on the bed crawling on top of me. “I’ve been waiting for you all day. We can change the sheets later,” He settled himself between my legs and smirked. He slammed into me without warning and filled me completely.
“Fuck Damon,” I groaned as he pulled almost all the way out and started his rhythm. I met his hips for every thrust and our moans filled the air. He leaned down kissing me softly as he thrusted harder. I dug my nails into his back with one hand and slid the other between us and started to rub my clit. Damon grabbed my wrist and slammed it down above my head.
“I’m the only one who gets to touch you,” he growled. I felt another wave of pleasure wash over me as he used his free hand to press his thumb against my clit making circles and I moaned. I could feel his thrust becoming sloppier and his breathing more erratic. He leaned down and whispered how much he loved, how amazing I was, and how good I felt around him into my ear. He rubbed my clit fast and knowing I was the one doing this to him, and making him feel this way, was all I needed to go over the edge.
“I’m so close babe.” I moaned I felt the familiar tightness in my stomach and I knew it wouldn’t be long. He continued to thrust into me as I tightened around him and a string of curse words fell out of his mouth.
“Fuck Cum for me baby.” one more hard thrust and he sent me over the edge my walls clenched around him as I climaxed. He followed soon after me groaning loud. He rode out both of our orgasms and collapsed beside me when we had come down from our high.
He pressed his chest to my back and wrapped an arm around me. “I love you.” He whispered. I smiled.
“I love you,” I stated as he kissed my head. Not long after we drifted off to sleep, the covers still a mess from our bath soaked bodies. We could change them in the morning. Right now, I was just glad he could help me Relax.
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Chapter Fifteen - Adrinette April - Notes for You
Day 15 - Love Rivals
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AN: Poems at the end again...
Valentines Day, The day he had been patiently waiting for, the day he had planned for, he would wait until lunch to slip the roses and note into her locker, most people would hand out their cards before lunch leaving his the last to arrive, he wouldn’t have to worry about someone else pushing a card through the small metal grates knocking over his little set up, there was still a slim chance it may happen but the odds were in his favour, his last 4 notes gave her little hints about himself, he hoped yesterday’s note would narrow down her list but keep her guessing long enough until after lunch for her to see the final note. It had taken him several hours to get the black ink from his fingers and he had to rewrite it several times because it wasn’t perfect, it was the last letter, the envelope was larger, it was go big or go home at this point, he took one final look at the words before pushing it into the prepared envelope, he had stolen his father’s wax seal kit several weeks before and purchased some pastel pink wax to go with it, he carefully lit the tea light and held the wax over it watching it slowly melt, then he poured the wax onto the page and pressed down with the stamp, his family crest was firmly imprinted into the now dry wax only just visible in the morning sunlight. He took extra care when placing the pink rose in the strong tin metal box, he needed to keep it hidden until he could deliver it.
Marinette was unsure, Thursday, February 14th or more commonly known as Valentine’s Day, the last letter would arrive today, his hints hadn’t been helpful at narrowing who he was and she really didn’t know if she was going to go ahead with the plans she had tried to make for Chat and her. Her heart had left her confused, she wanted to get to know the boy who had managed to sweep her off her feet with loving and kind words of poems and telling her more and more about himself in the little notes he had left and the end, she lived now to see the little notes at the end of the poems to find out more about her secret Valentine, but the other was still tightly pulling her towards her partner, the sweet kind boy who even though she stuttered never pushed her to finish her sentences faster, he waited, never interrupting her. Chat was more than kind to her, he had put himself in more danger than he should have on more than one occasion, they were the only times she had to restrain herself from ever striking him for his foolishness, she wanted to kick and scream and tell him that he couldn’t be doing such dangerous stunts without thinking what it would do to her, how she hated seeing even the smallest of cuts across his pale face, but her Partner was interested in another, it didn’t stop her from trying though. Marinette collapse back into bed today was probably the toughest day of her life, how would she choose between the two.
The Black hair with blue frosted tips, Luka Coffine, she just had to bump into him, she really wanted to get to her locker to see if Day 14 had arrived.
“Hey Marinette, It’s nice to see you,” he wasted no time skipping the small talk, “Look I was wondering if you would like to watch a movie with me sometime, it’ll be great just the two of us…”
The way the sentence trailed off unnerved her a little, but Luka… She never knew he liked her, was he the one leaving the letters in her locker, he had been hanging around it lately roughly around when they would appear but Julika’s locker as nearby so he could have been waiting for her. He had black hair matching one of her hints and the others seemed to fit him, she would have to file that one away for later right now she had to be kind and sweet Marinette not ‘I’m trying to find out who’s been leaving me letters for the past 13 days and you might be him,’ Marinette. So she smiled told him that she was unfortunately busy with her parents with a non-existent wedding that needed an absurd number of baked goods and that she wouldn’t be available for the next few days.
“That’s too bad maybe some other time than?”
She nodded her head and said goodbye continuing to her locker only to be greeted with disappointment, No day 14 yet, she grabbed hold of the books she needed and headed up towards class.
No, No, No. How could he have been that silly, of course, Luka liked her that's why he was asking questions about her, Adrien wanted nothing more than to go back in time and slap his younger self, and the clues… He would fit the clues he had left behind for her, Sport - rowing, Plays and instrument - Guitar, Likes Jagged stone, has Black hair or green eyes, O God, his plan was falling apart, he needed to fix it. No… No… The letter, The letter, he had to deliver the letter and rose before lunch, it was the last step, he didn’t have to worry about the other guys, he had seen Nathaniel try to slip his card into her locker just before class, just because Luka hadn’t played his cards yet didn’t mean his plan was ruined, he had time to fix the new creases in the silk cloth, they just had to be ironed out a little that's all. ‘You can fix this Adrien,’ he needed to stay positive just because there were other rivals and one or two he didn’t count on didn’t mean he wouldn’t come out on top today.
Nathaniel, he was a shy artist, someone Marinette didn’t talk to much because he turned practically turned into her when she is around her partner but that was beside the point, she had seen him with a white envelope this morning and hers had yet to be delivered, she went over the clues in her head and the poems they had come with.
Black hair or green eyes,
Enjoy’s harry potter, (the poem would suggest a book reader)
He plays an instrument,
Participates in extra activities sport, (which one she did not one)
Listens to Jagged Stone enough to know his more obscure songs,
Neat handwriting, although it could be practised
And somehow knows her locker combo but nobody has seen anyone open or shut her locker but herself.
Nathaniel didn’t exactly match up to this list, so it was a no… but she didn’t know him that well maybe he did do all that stuff in his spare time.
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Marinette lazily opened her locker, she was actively listening to the story Alix was currently telling and didn’t notice the envelope.
“So there I was-“
“Marinette!” her Kwami urgently whispered, “The Letter!”
She looked over, a Pale pink rose sat in her locker a bow had been tied to the stem in the same colour she gently lifted it out of her locker, the stem had no trace of any thorns as if they had been carefully taken off, she brought it to her nose breathing in the sweet aroma before setting it back down to read her final letter, her friends were now the furthest thing from her mind
A Pink rose is for the one,
Where love has blossomed and bloomed,
Where passion and purity,
With love and peace,
Combines and grows,
That brings forth the Pink rose,
Of the Red rose,
And of the White Rose,
When both entwine,
Comes the Pink rose,
For all the blushing brides,
When the proposal is asked,
With the Pink rose as a sign,
Is one asking another,
In love and loves first
Red and White,
That all will show,
And carry a wedding bouquet,
Are all the Blushing brides to be,
For the Pink rose if for the one,
Where love has blossomed and bloomed,
Representing passion and purity,
That has love and peace,
Combining and growing,
From two different in colour,
One extreme to another,
From the Red and the White,
That combine,
And show true love,
A Pink rose evolves,
Showing true love,
It shows in its splendour of Pink,
For the blushing bride to be,
So to say,
'I do',
When the question is popped,
On this Valentines Day,
Valentine's Day,
A day of proposals,
Where it is asked,
From one to another,
'Will you be mine',
From this Valentine's Day,
On to,
The next,
And,
The next,
And,
Thereafter.
-Ellen Ni Bheachain
By now Princess I hope you know who I am, I’ve tried for a very long time to tell you how I feel none of these attempts never seemed to work, so I tried a different approach. The brazen pickup lines, at first I thought they were working but I quickly realised that they made me come off as less genuine as if I thought this was a game. Marinette I… I Have loved you since we stood out in that rainstorm and the umbrella closed around you, you were the first person to make me laugh in a very long time and it was effortless, I soon found a lot more to love, too many to count, my heart at times feels as if its going to leap out of my chest and run a marathon when I’m around you and I understand… I understand if you don’t feel the same way but I had to tell you, I couldn’t keep this hidden anymore, so please don’t keep me waiting, whether its returned feelings or heartbreak I face I need to know so please find me with haste Princess it has been a painful 14 days…
-Your Secret Valentine, Adrien Agreste
She had to go, screw plans with Alya and everyone else she... she had to go, she had to go see her Chaton, he probably assumed she had forgotten the nickname he had given her on her rooftop and… no she could think about this later she could think about how her partner had been sitting next to her for nearly over 3 weeks now and how blind she was, she just needed to go, she grabbed her purse and took of towards the little red dot on her map, her best friend yelled but she ignored her, she ran, she ran faster than she thought she ever had her excitement pushing her over the edge, her heart had been torn between two and they were now one, they weren’t competing against each other for her heart, she didn’t have to choose which one she wanted more, in a few short minutes she saw the outline of the Saint Lazare Train Station, the clock sitting in the centre screaming the time at her reminding her he was waiting.
A flash went off inside the building and she saw him, “Adrien!” She pushed her legs to go further and faster, she needed them to go faster, “Adrien!” Why did his latest photoshop have to be here, a busy crowded train station, she kept pushing herself to go faster, “Adrien!” she yelled again she could hear her own desperation in her voice.
The blond mop of hair she had been following disappeared into the crowd of people, he didn’t seem to have heard her panicked cries for him. She started to hyperventilate her excitement was now gone, the crowd grew larger and larger around her, men and women hurried past trying to get to their train or work, she sunk to the floor cradling her head in her lap trying to remember the phrase she used to say in her head to calm herself down. She rocked back and forth, she needed to remain calm so her mind did the first thing it could, sing. She hummed a tune she couldn’t remember where it had come from only that it was bringing her comfort. Her ears were ringing, she couldn’t hear anything but her humming, the sound of the feet around her was non-existent to her ears, she was being swallowed, she couldn’t breathe, she needed to get out, she needed… she needed...
“Marinette… Marinette, shhh, I’m here, shh, princess, I’m here.”
His voice slowly faded in through her thoughts, his arms wrapped around her slim frame and lifted her up and out of the suffocating crowd, she clung tightly to him afraid to let go afraid to go back to the fast-moving crowd. He continued to whisper his soothing words calming her even more than the freedom of the crowd.
When her mind fog cleared, she was sitting on a park bench, she could hear the birds in the giant oak tree branches above her chirping away, there was the distant sound of the city but they weren’t close, the green Kikuyu grass tickled her feet, a soft breeze flowed through her hair, it had been released from the twin tails it normally sat in.
“Adrien?”
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah… Crowds, they…”
“You don’t have to tell me.”
She ignored his words, “I lost you in the crowd and I couldn’t catch up and I- I-“
“It’s okay Mari,” he gently placed his hand on top of hers, “take your time.”
“I haven’t had a panic attack in years, I guess I was a little unprepared.”
“Marinette I was wondering and I know now isn’t the time but I-“
“Yes, yes to whatever you are about to ask because you didn’t have to use all those poems or use someone else’s words, what you said at the end of the letter was enough Adrien.”
“You didn’t see the notebook.”
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to see it then.”
The two sat in silence for a while, unsure of what to say to each other as the blue sky turned into one of shades of orange and pink.
“I never took any of your flirting seriously,” she had had little time to reflect.
“It was worth it."
“Even…” She took a deep breath, "After all this time?” she brought the pink rose up to her nose breathing in the sweet scent, she allowed him to lead her down the street towards her home.
"Always,” he replied with a smirk.
He face changed in an instant as she realised what it was from, “Adrien Agreste don’t you dare quote Harry Potter at me,” She yelled angerly swatting his shoulder if she had had her sketchbook she surely would have thrown it at him and him giggling like a school girl only made it worse, “Stop Laughing!” she yelled through her own giggles, why did his laughter have to be contagious.
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AN: if this sounds a little stalkerish I wrote this while watching You on Netflix. Note to self choose something less… creepy to watch while writing.
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