#happyending when? never!!
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Imgoingtocry can someone please make a fanfic of All Quiet On The Westernfront of just the whole friend group & kat get to live, Kat can see his wife, Kropp, Franz, etc. All go home safe and sound? Like i need these boys happy and cheering. Christmas time with Kat and his wife & kids. Im DONE with watchinf AQOTW and CRYING WHEN ITS OVER!!!!! I WANT TO BE HAPPY!!!!! PLEASE ANYONE. IM BEGGING. I want EVERYONE TO LIVE. I CANT DO THIS ANYMORW!!!!!!!!!
*SOBS!!!!111+!!!!*
Someone PLEASE LISTEN TO MY CRIES OF AGONY 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔
#all quiet on the western front#aqotwf#fanfic#im tired#im sad#please#happy ending#anyone please#kat#albert kropp#franz müller#tjaden#ludwig#happyending when? never!!#agony#fluff#happy ending please#request
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The Music of Colin Thewes
— from the failed love confession to the reunion
once again nolin playlist for more stuff
Here we go w Colins counterpart except it's much sadder, weil ich das ganze Ding hier kurz nach 1056 gemacht hab TT aber heute kriegt er ja endlich sein happyend!
Yours by Conan Gray
I'm somebody you call when you're alone
I'm somebody you use, but never own
I'm somebody you touch, but never hold
And you're somebody I'll never really know
I know I'm not the one you really love
I guess that's why I've never given up
'Cause I could give you all you want, the stars and the sun
But still, I'm not enough
Oh-oh, all I really wanted was that look in your eyes
Like you already know that I'm the love of your life
Like you already know you're never sayin' goodbye
But I'm not yours
I'm not yours, I'm not yours
I want more, I want more
But I'm not yours
And I can't change your mind
But you're still mine
So tell me that it's time for me to go
'Cause you know I can't do it on my own
What if I love you by Gatlin
By now I should be OK
That's easy for you to say
What if I loved you?
What if I loved you way too much?
What if I love you?
What if I love you way too much?
They say it's once in a lifetime
But does it really count if you were like, "Nevermind"
And I'm being too nice
Dropping it all just to see you tonight?
Hello Heartache by Avril Lavigne
You were perfect
I was unpredictable
It was more than worth it
But not too sensible
Young and foolish
That seemed to be the way
And I was stupid
To think that I could stay
Oh, oh, to think that I could stay
Goodbye my friend
Hello heartache
It's not the end
It's not the same
Wish it didn't have to be this way, but
You will always mean the world to me, love
Goodbye my friend
Say Don't Go by Taylor Swift
I've known it from the very start
We're a shot in the darkest dark
Oh no, oh no, I'm unarmed
The waiting is a sadness
Fading into madness
Oh no, oh no, it won't stop
I'm standin' on a tightrope alone
I hold my breath a little bit longer
Halfway out the door, but it won't close
I'm holdin' out hope for you to say, "Don't go"
I would stay forever if you say, "Don't go"
Why'd you have to lead me on?
Why'd you have to twist the knife?
Walk away and leave me bleedin', bleedin'
Why'd you whisper in the dark
Just to leave me in the night?
Now your silence has me screamin', screamin'
Arcade by Duncan Laurence
A broken heart is all that's left
I'm still fixin' all the cracks
Lost a couple of pieces when
I carried it, carried it, carried it home
I've spent all of the love I saved
We were always a losing game
Small town boy in a big arcade
I got addicted to a losing game
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
All I know, all I know
Loving you is a losing game
Find Me by Sigma, Birdy
We said goodbye
That's what you told me once
So many times we've made our peace
But this is love, I'll never give you up
I know you'll always come home to me
Like a river, always running
I keep losing you
Like a fire, always burning
I'll be here for you
If you're ready, heart is open
I'll be waiting, come find me
If you're searching for forever
I'll be waiting, come find me
Dandelions by Ruth B.
Maybe it's the way you say my name
Maybe it's the way you play your game
But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you
But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you
And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime
And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine
'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions
Wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine
And I see forever in your eyes
I feel okay when I see you smile, smile
is this the time to say i've been a colin dandelions truther since last year? i hope they play it during the nolin scenes cuz it just fits so good :(
Happy endgame day btw!!
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#kendrils × #happyend
Eng version
First there was Kevin.
He came to Vaymak's house broken, with an open fracture and pleading eyes. All he needed was protection from Rico and his forced ones. And Andrew offered it to him. And he agreed. Only after a long few months it turned into quick kisses at night training, on the roof or in the room when no one was there.
Then there was Nathaniel. He was a distant pipe dream, playing for the Ravens and constantly flashing with Rico and his entourage (or rather with its remnants). This sympathy (he was terribly strong gay and noticed handsome men, nothing more) did not interfere with his time with Kevin in any way. He was very handsome with his red hair and icy blue hair, but he clearly didn't need Rico's henchman (another one, but not about that), and this pain in the ass is definitely not interested in him.
But soon Vesninsky appears on the court, right during training, on the threshold, all wounded and covered in blood. He's a bit like Day in his early days at Palmetto, only he didn't have as much damage as Nathaniel. Renee is one of the first to notice him and runs up to him at an amazing (at least for a goalkeeper) speed, says something, and after receiving an answer picks him up, throwing his arm over his neck.
No matter how amazing it was, he came to Kevin. What is even more surprising is that he categorically refused medical help from Abby until the coach mentioned the hospital and even more so the police. After the examination, he looked better physically and gloomier in person.
Vaymak offers him a place as a striker in the team. He agrees. Andrew, like Kevin, offers him protection. The answer is the same.
Despite Nathaniel's attractiveness, Minyard doesn't even approach him. In addition to the obvious reasons, he thinks (and sees) that the relationship between him and Day is more like a brotherly friendship, and Kevin is quite enough for him.
Everything changes a few months later, a few weeks before the start of the fall season, when Andrew accidentally finds these two in the locker room. Alone. Kissing.
It's enough to set off a mini explosion in his brain as a warning to a bigger one when he's left alone.
He (thanks to his titanic endurance and some skills in silent movement) quickly leaves there unnoticed.
No one needs to know how hard he was gripping the steering wheel when Day and Vesninsky finally show up and get in the car.
And then, after about a week, Nathaniel disappears. Without a trace. Generally. I went out for a run in the morning and didn't come back.
Kevin is on the verge of a panic attack.
He barely explains to the others about his family, past, and his guess where he might be.
And then Wymack gets a call from the FBI in Baltimore.
And the whole team, without collusion, gathers faster than a bullet, goes to the court and gets on the team bus.
A few hours later, after checking into the hotel (helpfully provided by the agents), Nathaniel appears, covered in bandages and blood, but alive. Kevin immediately jumps up to him and starts babbling unintelligibly in French, and Nat pats his cheek and answers, apparently calming him down.
And then the agents declare that Vesninsky, at least for now, is leaving with them. For a while.
Kevin volunteers with him and calls Andrew with a pleading, but not insistent look.
Minyard is powerless.
It is at the FBI headquarters, after several long and exhausting hours of interrogations, that the red—haired guy gets a new name for himself - Neil Abram Josten.
Andrew would never admit it, but he's damn proud of him.
And when Neil whispers "Yes or no?" into Minyard's lips the next day, he barely restrains himself from pouncing on this fucking pain in the ass. Instead, he looks into the eyes of Kevin, whose face is decorated with a light sincere smile and who nods, answering a silent question.
And then Andrew kisses Josten. It's soft, weird and not at all like kissing Kevin, but it feels so right.
And his kisses with Kevin and Neil give him a sense of fullness.
Perhaps they were all he needed.
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Nerve_30 [N] || KNJ
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Nerve [Namjoon x Reader]
Prompt - @casnextdoor
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Part 29.5 - Retriggered
Part 30 - Finale [N]
Part 30 - Finale [E]
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Genre - cheating; aftermath; husband au;
Summary - You would never expect it really. He’s doting. He’s sweet. He’s hardworking. But he’s forgotten his morals. Suspecting it is one thing, but when he confirms it, will you stay or walk away.
Warning - Cheating(Aftermath); Angst; Fluff (if you squint);
Word Count - 7.7k
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A/N - Aaaah!! Finally the finale!! I am honestly so mad that this took so long to finalize, but officially, the five-parter Finale will start being posted from this week. Fair warning, I have had so many drafts for these updates and I had to settle on an ending for y/n that I felt would suit Nerve as a whole. And like I have stated many many times, the Nerve Universe is one of pain, of reality. So this is my first warning for future updates, updates [R] and [V] in particular... they are both very very triggering.
As for update [N]... [N] is my baby. This update is as happyending-y as it is going to get. So I hope it's adored as much as I loved writing it.
Once again thank you for being a part of the Nerve journey for Y/n and Namjoon's story.
xx Dee
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‘Why are we doing this again?’ Kenta shifted his shoulders as Yuna took individual pictures with Jia and her team. ‘I mean it’s outdated to have every individual follow a line to have their picture taken with the bride and groom.’
You sighed. ‘Well… only relevant people are present. And Yuna wanted it this way.’
Kenta’s lip curled. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he was annoyed. But as always his approach with Yuna was to contemplate, then give in anyway.
‘Ken, time for a couples pic with the team.’ Yoongi motioned without looking away from the camera.
You watched as he took his place next to Yuna and her team, sporting a somewhat awkward smile. You internally laughed at his predicament – all the poor man wanted to do was get out of that suit.
‘I’m gonna head out.’
‘Jeez, Ria.’ You clutched your heart involuntarily, at the sound of her voice so close to your ear. ‘Don’t sneak up on me like that.’
You recovered easily when she didn’t even acknowledge your whining. ‘You have everything required for the set up? Roses? Candles?’
‘Yep,’ she popped the ‘p’ as she pulled up a list used to help set up Yuna and Kenta’s room. ‘Jia is driving me and Ji-hyun will help out.’ She looked up at you and offered a tired smile. She’d been a big part of the wedding hype.
You were about to express your gratitude when she straightened her spine, and her eyes giving off a warning glint. ‘Incoming,’ she whispered.
You didn’t need to look behind you to know who she was referring to. The prickling awareness at your nape, the swirling in your head, the tightness in your chest – you puffed out a shaky breath as Kwang brushed past you, and you tried to refocus on Ria.
‘Thanks, Ri.’ You reached out for her, a selfish part of you needing the little comfort it would offer. ‘For helping with the wedding prep and the phone calls and the invites and still preparing for next year's start.’
She squeezed your hand before returning to the list on her phone screen. ‘This is Yuna we’re talking about, of course I was happy to help.’ You watched in silence as she meticulously struck off each item. Ria was conscientious, detail-oriented, and sometimes so closed off that her walls pissed you off, but it was soothing sometimes, to just watch her do her job. It reminded you a bit of Jin – sturdy and secure. She turned to look out at the waning reception when she was done. ‘We did pretty good, if I do say so myself.’
You hummed at the observation as some guests bid the newlyweds farewell after their pictures, and some were on the dance-floor.
Your eyes swept the room, mentally counting all your family members and taking note of where they were when something caught your attention.
Jinx and her mother Hee-Joo were at the bar, instinctively your eyes sought out Sylo and you watched in awe as Hee-Joo raised her glass, in what could only be labeled as a random gesture, if Sylo hadn’t tipped his toward his secret wife, not even glancing in her direction as he did so – from all the way on the other side of the hall.
As far as anyone was concerned, Hee-Joo was Jinx’s mother, not Sylo’s wife. And for good reason since Sylo worked in a cutthroat business.
But it did your heart good to see that they could make their lives work, albeit unconventional and hidden from prying eyes.
‘Let me stand on this side.’
You heard rustling behind you and you unconsciously inched closer to Ria, not wanting to brush against Kwang even by accident when he moved around Yuna.
‘Are you gonna be okay?’ Ria leaned forward to whisper against your cheek.
Something in you softened at the concern in her usually stoic gaze.
You thought of lying to her, it wasn't personal and it would have been no effort of yours to put her mind at ease, but you were both past that point of friendship.
Ria was there that day. She was the first person that saw you when you stormed out of your father’s office. Ria took one look at your distraught expression and hid you away from busybodies and known office gossips. It was Ria who listened to your incoherent string of words, combined with snot and saliva as you sobbed and felt sorry for yourself. She sat with you in the storage closet on the topmost floor and watched you cry it all out.
It was Ria who helped you stay on top of your job, eat when you couldn’t be bothered to, reminded you that you were not alone when you couldn't confide in Yuna. She became your friend even when you didn’t have the capacity to return her friendship and she was your biggest ally next to your mom in outing the partners.
Ria could be civil, with both your father and Kwang, and she may seem so impassive and indifferent to anyone outside her close circle, but she had the biggest heart – you had experienced it firsthand.
‘I wish he wasn’t here.’ The strangled confession did more harm than intended as a layer of your strength disintegrated in front of her. ‘I wish I didn’t have to feel so … dirty.’
‘Hey,’ Ria reprimanded you by pinching your arm.
‘Ow!’ You rubbed at the spot absently and shot her a warning glare.
‘You were not at fault. You did nothing wrong, y/n.’ She dropped her voice, and the frost in it rivaled the winter snow outside. ‘You are the victim here. The one who had no support, no justice and no vindication. He knew what he was doing from the get-go. Don’t you dare carry the blame for something like that. The burden is his… not yours.’
You blinked at Ria’s impassioned rambling. Mild as it was, she was never one to discuss such things in public, let alone say all of that in one go. You were almost overcome with emotion at the protective gesture, but you had to hold it together. It was a different issue altogether, that you wanted to imagine Yoongi’s body stiffening visibly at Ria's words.
The second-oldest had always been more perceptive than most, and he’d been hovering as much as the rest of the hyung line, even if he wasn’t sure what for. Well, what’s one more person? Add the soulmates and your maknae and let’s make it a party.
You internally cringed at the thought of Jungkook knowing. Taehyung knowing didn’t sit well with you either–he was too close to Yuna. It would be something to be angry about or better yet something he will have no choice but to keep from her. And Jimin... Park Jimin was emotionally safe. He radiated strength and respect and light, so much love and light… it wouldn’t be fair for him to know, it wouldn’t be fair for him to carry such a burden. As for the hyung line, you had to admit, they were a personal form of stability you relied on for support. You couldn’t help that Kenta and Ria were in the know. But Yuna? Yuna could never know…
‘He’s despicable.’ Ria shot him a hard look as she continued. ‘But you got this, y/n. The night’s almost over anyway.’ She frowned slightly. ‘You’d think he’d have enough shame to remain hidden away in whatever crevice he’s been in, all this time.’
It would have certainly made the night easy for you.
‘Fuck him,’ you dismissed him, doing your best to keep your voice down.
‘Yeahhh, no thank you.’ Ria snorted loud enough to have a few heads turning, but she ignored them. ‘Seriously though,’ she patted your hand, ‘just a few more hours.’
You hummed noncommittally. ‘Send me a pic when you’re done with the set up.’ You bit back your smile as you reminded her of her last task.
She met your eyes, gave you a blank stare and whispered the word. ‘Fuck.’ Her resigned expression afterward was too much for you to hold back your laugh.
‘Go on,’ you pushed her in the direction of the entrance. ‘Jia and JiJi should still be in the car waiting to use expletives on you.’
You blew out a puff of air as you took out your phone to absently scroll or act like you had something important to do. The tightness was back as soon as you lost sight of Ria.
It wasn’t about being alone, or standing aimlessly next to Yoongi, who you hadn’t confided in yet, that added onto the feeling of dread. In fact the only reason you weren’t a complete mess, was because you had had someone around you to keep it together – Yoongi helped in that department without actually using words.
But the pain in your back and the heaviness and your shoulders and the cloying in your throat was because of too much at one time.
You could usually keep appearances – you excelled at it. But the past few weeks were so draining. The tug-of-war with Namjoon took… well… almost everything from you. Your eyes sought out your husband, who looked to be in a serious conversation with your mother. She had her arms crossed and he bent his head in acquiescence, obviously accepting her reprove without protest.
Ra-Mi was not close to you or Namjoon. But she was polite. She was your mother and she acted as such these days. Your mother understood something your father hadn’t – it was too late to make amends for what was. In your mind, she may not be perfect, but she made it known she would be there for you, even now, in any way you preferred.
Now, according to Kenta, who you trusted more than your own self, your husband’s alleged affair seemed to lead a path to something deeper, darker, involving someone like Maiya who you had never known and whoever was the mastermind behind it all.
Let’s not forget that your safety blanket, your bodyguard, your head of security was leaving you for God knows how long. Yuna, who was some sort of extension of your whole existence, would not be easily accessible. Yes, marriage, though a legally binding process, was workable, as you had explained to Kenta, but it still changes things.
But when you fall in love with someone you deem as ‘the one,’ you are giving a part of yourself to them, choosing them through all the good and the bad, and to put them first. And like it or not, that trumps all of the smaller parts you’d previously shared with others. You and Yuna would always be important to each other. But now, Yuna had Kenta. From this point forth, her relationship with him would take precedence over yours. It was bittersweet, but you had the solace of knowing she would never ever be alone.
You already had Namjoon. But back when you got married, Yuna and Kenta weren’t even a couple yet. If all of what you were feeling was a fraction of how she felt when you promised yourself to Namjoon, you couldn’t imagine how she’d handled coming second to him. The thought of her letting go of that part of you that she held so dear for a long time–and now you had to do the same. A selfish part of you wouldn’t want to share at all. Fuck men, who needs ‘em.
You snorted at your childish thoughts.
‘You good, y/n?’ Yoongi glanced at you wide-eyed and concerned.
His expression sent you into a fit of giggles and for a minute you considered you might actually be going insane from all the shit you had to deal with.
When you finally quieted down and breathed deeply to salvage a bit of calm, you reassured him that you were fine and just needed to get a drink. Yoongi wouldn’t push you to talk, not ever and he wouldn’t feel any offense at the lack of information either.
You took one step towards the bar, before you had to turn back to the sound of Yuna’s voice.
‘Y/n! Get in here!’ She motioned with her hand for you to join the photo, the happiness spilling out of her.
You would, but you battled to keep the smile on your face as your heart rate picked-up and your legs threatened to stay frozen to the ground as you watched Kwang hold his hand out to pull you to stand next to him.
You didn’t know how to say ‘no’. The protests bubbled up and every fiber of your body screamed in revulsion but you couldn’t speak. You just stood there.
‘Sorry, Yuna.’ A new voice said from behind you, as you felt a tap on the side of your shoulder. ‘Y/n promised me a dance.’
The controversy surrounding Huru was enough for you to decline. It would upset almost every single band member, not to mention your husband. But at this moment, right now, he was saving you by being the lesser of two evils.
You shrugged and made a ‘what are ya gonna do’ face before taking Huru’s hand. Mentally batting away the disapproval in Yoongi’s menacing gaze, you called over your shoulder as you escaped. ‘We’ll do our pictures last.’
You noted that Huru’s hand was cold. Not nervous or clammy, not showing a hint of nervousness. If he really had a crush on you, he would have the opposite reaction right?
‘Lighten up, y/n,’ Huru whispered in your ear, as he led you through a makeshift version of the waltz. ‘It’s just one dance.’
‘I haven’t said anything yet.’ You rebuffed his comment, not wanting to admit that you were just using him to get away.
He did his version of a smile, something so small, barely a hint on his lips, that it wouldn’t be caught unless you really paid attention.
‘Your body language tells me all I need to know.’ He led your body into a twirl, and loosened his hold on your arms after stabilizing you. ‘I just wanted to give you a quick save. You can leave when you want to.’
You looked up at him, his blank expression betraying nothing. Because you were nice, because you didn’t want to hurt him and because you didn’t want to seem unreasonable, you slid your hands around his neck. As a result he tucked you closer.
‘I take it,’ he started after a few seconds of silence,’ that you’re not very happy with me.’
Oh so he was going there. ‘That depends… are you going to confirm the rumors I’ve been hearing?’
‘That would depend on what you’ve heard… and from whom.’
His acerbic tone didn’t sit well with you. ‘Okay, cut it out.’ You said in the most polite tone you could muster. ‘Talking in riddles, reading between the lines, putting up a front…‘ you shook your head, ‘we don’t do that. So tell me what’s going on. Do you actually have a crush on me?’
It was hard to keep eye contact when you felt this much discomfort. And not in the sense that he could do something bad to you, more so the fact that if you said the wrong words or did the wrong thing, you didn’t want to be in a position where you would have led him on. Unintentionally or not.
‘Full disclosure?’ He looked down at you, his pace slow and his eyes hard, as if warning you that there was no going back after you made your choice.
You waited, as you both stared each other down in a way that would have your husband fuming, if he wasn’t already.
Huru sighed, finally giving in first. ‘Who wouldn’t be attracted to you, y/n?’
You swallowed against the distaste of his admission. ‘That’s not flattering.’
Huru’s eye twitched at your choice of words. ‘How is it not?’
‘It’s perturbing.’ You glared at him, willing yourself not to step out of his arms. Once you did, the matter would drag, escalate and just make it fucking awkward when he had to be with you almost all hours of the day until Yoshi was back.
‘What’s the big deal, y/n?’ He openly scowls. ‘You’re smart, beautiful. You have an infectious energy that introduces itself before you do. And to the people that truly know you, the y/n without her so called mask of ice…’ his brows pinched together as if he battled with the new development himself, ‘you’re quite… captivating.’
Beautiful and smart were common words. You could call a flower beautiful. You could call a monkey smart. It was words like ‘infectious energy’, and ‘captivating’ that caught your attention and penetrated your defenses. But you wouldn’t budge for measly words either. If he said it as a friend, as an acquaintance or even as an honest compliment with good intentions, it would have made all the difference. Because now, they felt wrong, such grand words made you want to cover your ears. ‘You’re making me uncomfortable.’ You admitted through clenched teeth.
‘You wanted me to be honest.’ He stares at you with a pinched expression. It was the first very real, very annoyed reaction that irked you. For once you wouldn’t mind if he kept his robot face on.
‘Yes, I know. Thank you.’ You rush out. ‘For your honesty.’ You dropped your gaze. ‘But now, the only way forward is to create a bit of distance so you can… work on those…’ you felt your brows furrow, the anxiety in the pit of your stomach bordering on overdrive, ‘feelings.’
His fingers clenched slightly on your arms. The hold wasn’t a painful one, so you let it slide. ‘What are you trying to say?’
You raised your head again to make eye contact. ‘Maybe it’s not such a good idea for you to take over Kenta’s position.’
‘I can handle myself.’ There was a hard finality in his tone.
‘This isn’t high school, Huru. We don’t need to be friends and we don’t need to know each other.’ Definitely not at the expense of your family, not to mention your husband.
‘I haven’t asked you for anything.’ He looked at you incredulously. ‘I haven’t done anything to warrant your decision. And you do not have to trust me when I say I do not go after married women, but regardless of my line of work, I actually have some morals.’
‘I don’t want to lead you on.’ You gave him a pointed look, because such a thing was inevitable. ‘I don’t want to have to feel too conscious of myself around you, what I say, what I do…’ you huffed in exasperation. ‘You see the way I am around Kenta, Yoshi, even Zwahn, Yeon, Xan… we hug when we greet, and they have to hold onto me in crowds, steer me away, grab me when the situation requires it. Do you see why this will be hard for you?’ Do you understand how uncomfortable it would be for me?
He frowns and his tone is clipped when he finally lets loose on whatever he’d been holding back. ‘So Hoseok can get the benefit of the doubt, but I can’t?’
You had the sudden urge to slap him. Hobi was yours. No one, not even Namjoon, questioned your dynamic with Hobi. He cleared the air, sure, but he was never disrespectful enough to compare. ‘Do not compare yourself to anyone in my family.’ You stepped out of his grasp. ‘We’re done here.’
‘Wait, y/n. I was out of line.’ He held onto your elbow, just as you turned to walk away. ‘I apologize.’ He drops his head and his shoulders sag. ‘The last thing I want to do is upset you. I’m sorry.’ He searched your face. ‘But the issue remains that you need a head of security. Immediately.’
From the corner of your eye you could see both Namjoon and Jin converge. You held up your hand to both of them to imply you had it handled, but they didn’t stop their approach.
‘Mind if I cut in.’ Jungkook appeared out of nowhere and took the hand that Huru had in his grasp.
Jungkook easily got his way when he motioned to his hyungs with his eyes, effectively stopping them in their tracks and giving Huru the heads up.
Huru bowed out meekly to avoid an altercation when he glanced at them and back, but not before a few last words. ‘I will be here, y/n. Until Yoshi gets better. My contract is already in place. As for me, my feelings, though real, are mine to deal with. Don’t base my work ethic on my personal feelings. I certainly won’t let them get in the way.’ He offered a gracious nod to Jungkook and left the dance-floor without another word.
On another day, in another setting, more than a few words from Huru would be refreshing – you’d even take it in stride. But he was embarrassed and you felt bad that he was feeling embarrassed and the whole conversation paved a way to something unwelcome and unnecessary. It was a new set of balls to juggle and you were the clown stuck with the task.
You went easily into Jungkook’s embrace. He tugged lightly at your hand, tucking you closer in an attempt to comfort you.
‘Are they mad?’ You whispered into his shoulder, referring to Namjoon and Jin considering he had a clear view of the two.
‘Absolutely pissed.’ You sighed and you felt his jawline against your forehead. ‘Figured I’d rather save you, before they got here.’
‘Thank you.’
‘Anytime.’
‘So… who’s got your camera?’ You attempted to fill the silence.
‘Tae hyung. Although I have a feeling I might find more pictures of him within the time-frame that he has it.’
You chuckled lightly. That was true. Taehyung knew all too well how handsome he was.
‘Are you okay? That seemed to be a pretty intense discussion.’
‘I am now.’ You closed your eyes and swayed to the slow music, and actually felt how much easier it was to breath when you were held by someone that knew their limitations and had no expectations and just fucking cared just because.
You opened your eyes when a reiteration of the last few minutes reeled through your mind. ‘Kook,’ You pulled back and pinched your eyebrows together. ‘Why did you signal him about your hyungs coming over?’
His lip curled in a half-smile. ‘Executing the plan, Noona.’
‘Exactly, what… plan is that?’
Jungkook bent his head to whisper in your ear. ‘The one where we find out exactly what Huru wants from you.’
You gave him a look of utter confusion. 'What are you talking about?'
'Think about it,' Jungkook matched the music and you followed his lead as he explained. 'He's known Ken for a long time now, and Yuna by association. And only now, you're coming face to face with him, when you've also been a better part of their lives.' He shrugged. 'It's just a bit weird that he'd put in the effort that he is. According to Kenta and Yeon he's a loner, always has been. He does a job and moves out when it's complete. But now he's here, he's actually staying in Seoul indefinitely. Then he wants to be closer to Kenta, tries to be nice to us but that backfired and now he wants in on whatever gig you have going on.' Jungkook bit at his piercing absently. 'I'm just saying, if you're such a recluse, and you want nothing to do with the drama of the world, why would you want any association with a high-profile idol’s wife, and by default, a band that's in the literal center of media attention.'
You followed his words and you couldn't deny that Jungkook was making sense. 'But this is all speculation.' Your halfhearted attempt to nip the situation in the bud went nowhere.
'Exactly.' Jungkook nodded. 'It's speculation. And that's fair, if he wants to change his lifestyle, have a change of scenery, and all of those wonderfully human-like things, by all means it's possible. If that's the case, there's obviously nothing to worry about. But… ' His hold on your palm tightened a little to make you look up at him. 'If we're wrong about this, we'd rather be one step ahead of him.'
You arched an eyebrow. 'And you've taken it on yourself to do this.'
He shot you a cocky smirk. 'I'm the youngest, the most flexible one, I can look up at him like he lights up the sky with fireworks and he'd be none the wiser.'
‘So that was for show?’ You referred to when he got Huru to back off before his hyungs got involved.
‘Uh huh.’ He agreed, his pride resonating through in the simple sound. ‘He needs to have an ally. I play nice. I make friends with him. And I help figure out his angle.’ He iterated his plan in a few short words, slapping on the end for good measure. ‘Kenta and I have an agreement.’
A sense of foreboding prickled at your neck. Sure, you and Huru played nice and you took pride in chiseling out his stoney features, until he started making it more… but you weren't naive.
The PI was capable of who knows what, probably ruthless and unforgiving… you frowned at the idea of Jungkook playing games.
‘That’s not comforting in the least. Kook-ah…’ you started and had to pause to find the right words. ‘The things they do, Kenta and the team… Huru for that matter… what they’ve seen…' You purse your lips, trying not to put a dent in Jungkook's confidence in his abilities, but still wanting to protect him. 'It’s dangerous to play games with someone like Huru. I mean, God knows what he’s done for Kenta of all people to be weary of him. We can’t risk you getting hurt.’ You especially couldn’t risk him getting hurt.
‘Relax. I won’t do anything reckless, I promise.’
Okay, Plan B. ‘Do your hyungs know about this?’
‘No,’ he remained surprisingly calm, ’and you can’t tell them either.’
You raised a brow at his tone, before he clarified further. ‘They need to believe it’s real. Huru is perceptive. And I think if they have genuine reactions, it would give him the right idea.’
Smart. ‘Your hyungs are going to have an aneurysm.’ The joke tumbled from your mouth before you could stop it. Too late you realized a joke would make what he was doing some version of ‘okay’ when it really wasn’t. ‘Don’t go through with it, Kook. It’s going to cause a rift between your hyungs and yourself.’
‘I’m doing it for our family. I’m just making friends with him, Noona. You matter. And Namjoon hyung matters.’ He clicks his tongue before a strangled sentence passes between his lips. ‘We cannot go through this shit again. Especially not because of another man.’
You wince at his words. Relax y/n, he didn’t mean it like that. He was not questioning your loyalty or your morals. You understood what he was trying to say, but it still stung.
His features softened. 'I don't mean it like that, Noona. I trust you. I do. But I need to do this.’ His eyes plead with you, and he adds to it with his next words. ‘I'm only going to get close to him. Texting. Maybe meet-ups at the gym. Asking for advice. Nothing over the top. Nothing unnecessary.' He blew out a puff of air. 'Please let me do this.’
It was a no-brainer. Your head didn’t even consider arguing with your heart. You were a sucker. The man in front of you could commit murder and you’d find a way to make it go away.
‘Jungkook I swear,’ you pointed a finger at him, ‘if I find you scaling buildings or sneaking out or even remotely putting your freaking pinky finger in danger, I’ll –’ you stopped mid breath. What could you possibly threaten him with? ‘I’ll shave your head bald!’
Jungkook pursed his lips together to keep from laughing.
‘I am so serious!’
He broke out into a bunny smile, his laugh following suit. ‘Okay. No recklessness. No unnecessary risks. And yes, whatever information I find, I’ll pass along to you as well.’
You raise your pinky, wishing your resolve didn’t crumble, and hoping to all hell you weren’t making a mistake.
He folds his pinky around yours, his jaw set and his face a mask of seriousness. ‘I promise.’
You willed him to keep his promise. You needed him to keep his promise. Because if something, God forbid, happened to Jungkook, it wouldn’t be about Namjoon or the band being angry, it wouldn’t be about the betrayal of you knowing and giving the go ahead, it wouldn’t be about ever forgiving you for it either – it would be your guilt that would eat you alive, if Jungkook ever got hurt and you could have done something about it.
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When you ended your dance with Jungkook, you were passed over to a very pissed off Seokjin, who, after a long and arduous lecture, handed you over to the open arms of your husband.
You didn’t like being scolded, even if you deserved it. But you hated making Namjoon upset all the more.
He hadn’t spoken a word to you yet and you were on the second song. His arms encased your body until your breasts were flush against him and you wrapped your hands around his neck, your fingers clutching to the hair on his nape.
‘Don’t be mad,’ you said so softly. His frustration was a stark thing that crackled between you and you had to wonder if he even heard you speak.
It was anxiety inducing. Not in the sense that he would ever leave you over something so trivial, but to destabilize the bond you both had solidified not less than an hour ago, it made you feel like shit.
And it’s not like you meant to go off with Huru or have an intense argument or even push anyone's boundaries for the hell of it. It was either Kwang or Huru and at least Huru didn’t make you want to hide. That childish feeling to hide behind someone, make yourself look small and unseen, all but disappear from the one person you didn’t want to be reminded that you existed. All so as not to cause a ripple in the still waters you worked so hard to keep from high tide.
You hid your face in his shoulder. ‘Please don’t be mad at me.’
'You did exactly the opposite of what I told you to do!' You jumped slightly as Namjoon pulled back and glowered at you. He kept his voice down but it was no less forceful.
'I didn't want to go stand next to Kwang for pictures.' You scrunch your face, wishing more than anything that Kwang would leave. 'He offered an opening and I took it.' You gnashed your teeth, as you felt a flicker of irritation from being startled. You consciously had to work to be calm and not snap at him. 'It was just a dance, Namjoon. And I had a chance to clarify a few things.'
'He touched you. He had no right to touch you or force you into any situation.' The bite in his tone was really starting to piss you off.
'Kenta has also held me back to talk, so has Yeon, so has any of the guys, it wasn't hurtful, he wasn't trying to hurt me or force me.'
'I trust Kenta. I trust Yeon, Xan, Zwahn, my brothers, even Ji-ho I trust to some extent, but I do not fucking trust him! Just fucking get rid of him.'
You blinked up at him.
‘Or do you want me to do it for you?’
You felt the stab of his anger, as your own threatened to lash out, but you bit the inside of your cheek. ‘Don’t talk to me like that.’ You said softly. ‘And don’t threaten me.’ You stuck your nose in the air. ‘The day you get to fire any individual working for me is the day I start making decisions for your music career.’
Namjoon glared at you, the implication of your choice of words resonating loud and clear. But you wouldn’t back down.
You let out a low sigh of relief when his tense shoulders relaxed slightly and he finally realized how illogical he was being. ‘I don’t like feeling like this, y/n.’ Namjoon's voice was taut as he leaned in to speak into your hair. ‘I know. I know you’re defiant and stubborn, but… you wouldn’t choose to hurt me.’ He pulled back so you looked up at him and touched his forehead to yours. ‘I just hate that he wants you. And don’t tell me he doesn’t want you.’ You could hear him mutter under his breath. ‘I fucking hate the idea of anyone falling for you the way I have. And I don't want him fucking touching you.'
You tightened your hold on him. ‘Namjoon… ’ you started, grasping blindly for words that could make this better. The very idea that he could lose you would be a living nightmare for the rest of his life if he didn’t get a handle on it.
‘What did the fucker even have to say?’ He spoke before you could even try to comfort him, effectively making you retreat into a shell you would usually never need to have around him.
'Baby, look at me,' you tilted your head to the side as your anger dissipated. The tumultuous emotion replaced itself with a sense of trepidation. 'He's not a threat to you, Namjoon. He never was. And he can't hurt me.' At least, after your discussion with Jungkook, you hoped he couldn't.
Namjoon's jaw set. He saw straight through your ruse to reassure him. 'Tell me.'
You dropped your gaze. A sense of unease curled up your back, and crossed both your shoulders, for once you wished you could lie to Namjoon, just to keep the peace. But a bigger part of you knew it would haunt you, even if this was something you could handle, even if his fears were irrational. ‘He said I was captivating.’
Namjoon tensed up under your arms. ‘But he also said that I do need a head of security, and that he will behave.’ You sighed, the heaviness in your chest a bit too much to handle. ‘He wouldn’t let his personal feelings get in the way.’
When you looked up at Namjoon his face, he looked at you like you were stupid.
You glared back. ‘I already asked him to reconsider.’
Namjoon scoffed. ‘As if he would.’
‘No, but he’s right. And it will not be permanent. He’s being…’ you winced as you continued to defend a man you had no business defending, ‘... mature about it.’
‘Are you kidding me?’ His voice was deceptively soft, a dark glint in his eye every indication that he was everything but calm.
'His contract is already in place.'
Namjoon huffed, and the cold laugh that was very unlike him made your hair stand on end.
‘Don't fuck with me, y/n. He’s admitted that he wants to get into your panties, in colorful words might I add, and you’re still going to employ him.’ Namjoon wasn’t attacking you. He was doing that logical, cold Namjoon thing, where his tone made you question your own choices and your own thinking and it hit too close to home with your father fresh at the back of your mind.
‘Can you just fucking trust me?’ You hissed, not taking kindly to his crude words. ‘I’ll work on not visiting any bars, if that makes you feel any better.’
The words left your mouth as an outlet to a stream of pent up frustration. Despite your need to defend yourself, you regretted them instantly. You screwed your eyes shut and wished to take them back, but you couldn’t.
Blowing out a breath of air, you inhaled and exhaled twice, before you looked back up at Namjoon, who averted his eyes instantly. ‘I’m sorry.’ You licked your lip. ‘I didn’t mean it like that.’
Your heart fell as he shook his head. ‘Not like I didn’t deserve it.’ You remained silent. You didn’t want him to think you would always bring it up and throw it in his face, you were not like that. You wouldn’t purposely hurt him. But the double standard was pissing you off, even if he was justified in being weary about the situation and the individual involved. Some part of you wanted to repeat the apology, reiterate that you didn’t mean it in the way it came out and beg to make it better so the renewed rift didn’t last, and another part of you wanted to hold your tongue, because what good would it do if he couldn’t see past his bout of jealousy.
He huffed after a couple of seconds. ‘What are we doing? What am I doing?’ His face screwed up in distaste as he exclaimed. ‘Fuck!’
‘Hey, hey,’ you stood up on your tiptoes and cradled his face in your palms. ‘It’s okay.’ You couldn’t help comforting him – you loved him.
‘No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be talking to you like that.’ His voice was tight, his usually kept together facade crumbled in front of you. ‘I know you. I'd like to think I know you better than you know yourself.’ Heated whispers against your lips. ‘And yeah, I don’t trust him, and I know he’s good at his job. I know that, but I can’t stand him.' His expression hardened. 'Above all, I know you wouldn't… I know he doesn't have a chance, but I just… I don’t know,’ he motioned with his hand, grasping for the right words. ‘… I'd rather you not entertain his bullshit, and this probably isn't even the half of –,'
‘It’s okay to be scared.’ You cut off his rant. 'While he's here those fears you feel are justified.’ You lifted yourself up to peck his jawline. ‘But you need to trust me to handle this. I will be safe and I will be vigilant and I will be cautious around him.'
Sometimes you could curse your ability to understand this beautiful man the way you did. Because your fears were on par with his, it was exactly what you were both afraid of – losing each other. To anyone. To anything.
‘I’m yours, Namjoon.’ You let him feel the bite of your nails back at his nape. ‘Well and truly yours.’ You would repeat the words as many times as he needed you to. ‘Even if someone loves me, even if someone likes me, even if they have a crush on me, no matter who they are, they will never be Kim Namjoon.’ You caressed his bottom lip with yours. ‘I will never stop loving you, Namjoon.’ You shook your head against the ringing confession. ‘I know I will love you, with everything I have and all that I am, until there’s nothing left of me. No one changes that. No one.’
When you sit back on your heels, his eyes bore into yours. And something altogether different passed between you. Fears. Insecurities. Cheating. Obsessive fans. They didn’t hold a candle to this man, this moment, the emotions swirling between you two; a tender violence that both strangled and breathed life into the necessary longing that you needed each other, more than you would ever admit, and more than you could ever imagine.
Namjoon’s face ingrained in every thought, his name behind every word you spoke out loud, his existence in the air you breathed. He was yours. And you were his and denying it would be as futile as counting the drops of water in the Namsan river.
He presses his lips together before he speaks again. ‘Will you ever forgive yourself?’ Your heart stops as his voice cracks on the raw sentence. ‘Can you forgive yourself for staying with a man that let you, for even one second believe, that you were not enough.’ His nostrils flared, as if the idea of it made him angry, but he couldn’t help himself or choose the alternative. ‘You have options, y/n. Asshole over there is one of them. But you stayed.' He brought your hand to his heart, and you felt the beat under your palm. 'You stayed for me.’
Your muscles lock at his words, not wanting to face the truth about yourself, but also knowing you were not coward enough to walk away from them. It was real, raw, something only Namjoon would dare ask you.
‘You know you deserve better. You know you should have walked away.’ His jawline is more pronounced at his declaration, it makes him all the more handsome. He really was so sexy when he was mad. ‘You are strong, y/n, to give me a chance, to stay and rebuild us knowing it won’t be easy. You’re so fucking strong. ‘ His fingers hold onto you in a bruising grip, keeping you from any distraction, needing you to listen to him, also for him to be sure that he could still hold you, feel you there as he battled himself with the answer to a question he already knew. ‘And I know you say you will not have regrets… of course if you do, we can deal with it then. And so help me God, if another man tries, especially that prick. But as you choose to stay….’ His jaw ticks and he does that tongue in cheek thing you find so hot ‘… do you think… you can ever… forgive yourself?’
You blinked against the rush of emotion behind your eyes, willing yourself not to look away as you answered. ‘I will. Someday.’
You would not lie to him, it would be as unjust as lying to yourself.
‘But for now, I prefer to think that I was designed to love you.’ There’s a lump in your throat that doesn’t make it hard to speak, just… it was just… a lot. ‘Call me crazy, but I can’t get enough. I can’t stay mad.’ Your voice drops to a whisper. ‘I can’t give you up.’
A tear slides down your cheek, showing him exactly how deep it went. ‘Don’t do it again.’ The plea comes from a part of you, you wished to never see the light of day. But he opened the dam, so he would just have to deal with it.
How this conversation had taken a turn or how your anger and irritation turned into you being pliant and honest and open, you didn’t know – but here you were, handing Namjoon your heart without reservation. ‘This second chance,’ you let him see your anger as well, ‘it’s not for the same mistake.’
He repeated the promise he’d made at least twice before. ‘Never,’ he touched his forehead to yours and you closed your eyes against the second set of tears that threatened to spill over. ‘Never again.’
Namjoon’s arms cradled you against his chest and your hands wrapped around him instinctively. His scent, his warmth – all of it, so freaking Namjoon. ‘I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, y/n.’ His chin rests on your head and somehow you know he’s smiling, even if it's a sad one. ‘You’re still the biggest mystery of my life, y/n. A book full of words I want to read, a galaxy of stars I won’t stop looking at. I want to find you when you are lost and figure you out and hold you. Dammit, I want to hold you and be your ground, so when you fall you know you can’t fall anymore. I’m going to do more. I’m going to be better. I promise.’
He hugged you to him. 'And I swear I will fucking punch him in the face as many times as I need to for him to get the message. I don't care what he does, who he is, which part of his body he hides his gun, I don't give a fuck, if he touches you again, if he even tries something –,'
You stood up on your tiptoes to kiss him. It was a light kiss, a little more than a peck, if anything it was a promise. 'Yours, Kim Namjoon.' You whispered against his lips and wrapped your arms around his waist.
'Mine.' The declaration was a deep rumble from his chest. His nose danced across your cheek and you held back your smile. Your husband was a big goofball.
As you found some sort of solace in his arms, you were hit with a stunning realization. Love wouldn't save you. Not always. When a bond was littered with everything real, two people that understood what it was, how much hurt it entailed, would have every reason to believe in love and know it wasn't everything… but still fight with everything they had.
Money wouldn't last. Pieces of paper, easily breakable, burnable, easy to use.
Attention would fade. Even the best of people needed a break from each other, separate beds and separate lives. Looks weren't even in the running. They were an added bonus. But with time, they held nothing.
If it were based solely on emotion… love was up and down, less and more, a rainy night now a sunny day tomorrow. Love colored a bond – it was between the two people it existed for, to uphold it.
Yes, you felt… but it was also a choice. Namjoon was your love and your choice.
And you chose as such, because you realized that you have to let the people that love you… love you – even if it provides an opportunity for the greatest of pains, even if parts of you were ripped away, parts that now belonged to him where you were more him than you, you had to love… even if it would devastate you beyond anything you could ever hope to recover from.
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>>...Contantine with his head held high; made his way to the head of the slavedriver, he knew he would be punished for not listening again.
His mind was clear, since Galahad was killed 3 months ago no one tried to escape again...
But there was still a spark of hope deep hidden in his heart; that his magic would appear one day, or his father would rescue them...<<
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Guess who watched Redwall-Matthimeo again ? 😊
I don't know why but it inspired me for my lifetime XD. Kidnapping is one of my fave topics in storys. (always with happyending I totaly hate dark endings. I love when the parents have to suffer, searching for the kids with a mix between hope and despair. And than the opposite, the kids full of ideas how they can escape, this never-give-up, feeling; I just love to do x) )
#nanatsu no taizai#seven deadly sins#four knights of the apocalypse#7ds#4koa#mokushiroku no yonkishi#tristan#elisabeth#meliodas#isolde
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A/N: For the @bananafish-happyendings-zine! I love Shorter and had to write something with him and Ash.
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Truthfully, Shorter had expected something to go wrong, if only because Ash was there. For a man who was capable smoothening out any situation with a smile and wink, he was too often the source of those situations. Why would their first trip to Japan be any different? Eiji had tried to account for everything, booking tickets and checking what they packed, but there was only so much damage control he could do via phone. Same went for Max with his texts and emails on airport etiquette and laws. They had both tried their best, but Shorter had known it wouldn’t be smooth sailing. That wasn’t the kind of man Ash was. It wasn’t the kind of man Shorter was, either; life was too boring otherwise.
Still, even in his wildest guesses, he had never thought of the scene playing out before him. The second Ash stepped through the metal detector, it beeped. A simple sound heralding a future chaos. Shorter pulled off his sunglasses as he watched Ash follow the security guard to the side.
“Do you have a belt?” the heavyset, middle-aged man asked, pulling out a white plastic bucket. His bluish gray uniform that didn’t look like it fit right, too loose in some parts and too tight in others. A small nametag identified him as Sam.
“No.” Ash snorted irreverently, gesturing at his tight jeans. With his hoodie off, it was clear he wasn’t even wearing any jewellery. “Do I look like I need one?”
Shorter winced. He couldn’t say he hadn’t expected that; Ash didn’t know when to shut up on a good day.
Luckily, Sam didn’t look annoyed, just apathetic. With a bored expression, he brandished a small, hand-sized metal detector and gestured at Ash’s pockets. “Coins? Hairclips?
Ash smirked and shook his hips. Of course he had to pick the most antagonistic way to respond. When had he ever taken the easy route? “Hear anything? Want me to dance too?”
Sam rolled his eyes. This was clearly another Monday morning for him. Stepping back, he grabbed an empty bin from the end of the x-ray conveyor belt and ordered, “Alright wise guy, spread your arms and legs.”
“Just remember to look, not touch,” Ash snarked, blowing a kiss before complying.
“Come on, Ash!” Shorter grumbled, unable to hold it in any longer. Ignoring the other security guard’s protests, he walked through the metal detector. “We don’t have to fight every—”
The metal detector chimed again and Shorter swallowed, looking up at the bright red light. Whoops.
Sam sighed and gestured at him to stand beside Ash. “I might as well do both of you at once. Any belts? Coins?” He shook the bin in front of Shorter.
“Fuck,” Shorter swore softly as he begrudgingly complied. Standing next to Ash, he spread his limbs. “No.”
“You couldn’t wait your turn?” Ash muttered, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
“I’m glad you’re having fun,” Shorter growled, shooting him an irritated glare.
Without a hint of contrition, Ash shrugged. “One of us has to.”
“Keep still,” Sam ordered, waving the metallic wand over Ash. As it reached his hip, it beeped. “I thought your pants were empty?” He held out the bin. “Put it in.”
“I didn’t say that.” Ash reached down, pulling out his knife. He twirled it between his fingers as Sam’s jaw dropped. “You just didn’t ask.”
As the it dangled in front of him tauntingly, Sam regathered his wits. He grabbed the weapon warily from Ash’s open hand and a shiver ran up his arm at contact with the cold metal. Brandishing his detector like a shield, he barked, “Weapons are illegal.”
“Huh?” Ash frowned, not believing it. He reached for his knife, his jaw tightening when Sam stepped further back. “It’s just a pocketknife! You can’t even call that a weapon.”
“Oh.” Something about this sounded familiar. Vaguely, Shorter recalled a line from one of Max’s messages. Something about blades—maybe he should have actually read them through. Bumping his shoulder against Ash’s, he shook his head. “I think this is what Max was talking about earlier.”
“What do you mean?” Ash asked, looking utterly perplexed. He must have ignored the emails too. Shorter silently apologized to Max; the man knew what he was doing sometimes.
“He said something about the airport rules changing.” Shorter shrugged. Next time, he’d pay attention. Probably. “I guess they don’t allow knives anymore?”
“Did you live under a rock?” Sam looked at them incredulously. On the bright side, he clearly didn’t view them as a threat anymore, just as a pair of stupid teens as he stepped closer now, holding out the bin. “We don’t allow weapons at all anymore. All blades and other weapons have to be dropped in here.”
“Seriously?” Ash scrunched his nose, his shoulders hunching defensively.
Shorter had seen that look before. He knew exactly what it meant and if they didn’t have a plane to catch, he would have been fine letting it happen. He grabbed Ash’s shoulder. “Ash—”
He jerked away, his lips curling as he snarled, “Like I’m going to give up—”
“Ash!” Shorter glared at him, tightening his grip. “You want to keep Eiji waiting?”
As usual, just the mere mention of Eiji’s name caused an instantaneous reaction. Ash stilled. After a moment, he glanced at Sam, at Shorter, and then relaxed. He pouted, his cheeks puffing just like Eiji’s did, and it was good to see that Eiji was rubbing off on Ash instead of just the other way around. Grabbing the bin, Ash grumbled, “Fine, but I better get these back.”
“We will dispo—” Ash glared at Sam and he stepped back. Looking away, he mumbled, “We’ll see what we can do.”
“Good, I wouldn’t want to lose my collection,” Shorter joked, digging into his pockets for his blades and darts. He wasn’t sure what counted as a weapon these days, but he wasn’t going to take any chances.
“You brought your own darts?” Ash asked as he plucked a razorblade from his sleeve.
“Hey, it’s a long flight. I didn’t want to get bored,” Shorter defended himself. He dropped a pair of scissors into the bucket.
“Where would we have room to play?” Ash asked, rolling his eyes as he pulled a metal spike from behind his ear.
Sam stared at the bucket, now overflowing, and raised his walkie-talkie. “Hey, guys? I think we have a situation here.”
-x-
Eiji’s handwriting was surprisingly messy. His words were small and cramped, as though he had a million words he wanted to write and didn’t have enough room to put it all. Ash had noticed it in his letters, a surprisingly old-fashioned way of communicating, and he noticed it now in the itinerary and guidebooks Eiji had mailed over. The margins were filled with little notes and Ash regretted not bringing a magnifying lens. He could barely read it all.
“What’re you smiling about?” Shorter asked, slipping off his headphones for the first time since the flight started. In front of him, on a tiny screen, a young Jackie Chan leaped off scaffolding.
“Oh, now you want to talk?” Ash asked instead, carefully folding the papers. Unlike the rest of his gang, Shorter didn’t know when to back down. Even worse, he was oddly perceptive about it all. “I thought you were watching a movie?”
“Yeah, I tried,” Shorter grumbled, pulling off the shitty headphones the plane had provided them. He gestured at the screen, which now held a warning about turbulence instead of the movie. “Except that keeps happening. Every single time the plane shakes, it’s ‘warning!’. Can barely make it through five minutes without the thing freezing.”
Ash grimaced. The screen was tiny as is. That just made it unwatchable. “That’s stupid.”
“And these headphones are so bad, I can barely hear the movie,” Shorter added, clearly on a roll. He gestured at the bottom of the screen, barely visible beyond the warning sign. “Subtitles! I have to use subtitles!”
“You shoulda just brought your tablet, at least you wouldn’t get interrupted there.” Ash pointed out, chuckling.
“I did.” Shorter looked away, his ears red with embarrassment. “I forgot to charge it.”
“Stupid,” Ash insulted, unable to stop himself.
It was a mistake. Shorter snapped his head back, ready to argue out of sheer boredom when he noticed the itinerary once more. Immediately, the fire left him, and he leaned over curiously. “I could read that.”
The itinerary was for both of them. Eiji had even left notes for Shorter in it.
Ash instinctively yanked the paper away. He held it tightly on his right side, as close to the aisle as he dared. The only good thing about them having a pair of window seats was that no one else would get disturbed with them fighting. “No.”
Another mistake. A sly smile grew on Shorter’s face. Resting one hand on the armrest, he reached out with the other one. “Come on, share it! What’d Eiji say?”
“He said to get your own entertainment,” Ash growled back, pushing Shorter’s face away with his free hand. “Go read the guidebooks or something.”
“Those are thick!” Shorter whined, shifting his head so his cheek got the full brunt of Ash’s hand. Which was good; it felt really disgusting when someone talked on his skin and Ash didn’t want Shorter to spit on him. “This is smaller.”
“Learn to read,” Ash snapped, shoving Shorter’s face harder. He should have come on this trip alone. Or with someone who could take a hint.
Shorter leaned closer, blindly groping for the paper now. “I can learn with that—”
“Gentlemen, is there a problem?”
Ash froze. He could feel Shorter stiffen at the same time. Slowly, they both looked up to find a short stewardess smiling politely at them. Or maybe politely wasn’t the word—there was a scary aura behind her expression. Despite the fact that she was a red-headed American and looked nothing like Shorter’s sister, Ash could almost see Nadia standing before him.
It was enough to make him swallow. “There’s none.”
Shorter immediately disentangled, seeing it too. He sat up straight in his seat. Ash tried not to laugh. “Nope.”
“Good.” The woman continued to smile at them, all knife-like and sharp edges. She clasped her hands behind her and cocked her head. “If you need anything, don’t be afraid to call. Do enjoy your peaceful, quiet flight.”
Any answer other than a yes meant immediate execution. They both nodded quickly. Giving them one last look, the stewardess turned around and returned to her duties.
“I thought we couldn’t bring weapons on the plane?” Shorter mumbled, slumping in his seat the second she was out of sight.
Ashe laughed. As he relaxed his tense muscles, he pocketed the itinerary before Shorter could remember what they were arguing about. “I thought Nadia had snuck on the plane.”
“Oh, god no.” Shorter shivered and he tugged his jacket around him tighter. “Could you imagine?”
“What if they met?” Ash teased, unable to resist.
Shorter immediately paled. “Don’t jinx it.”
Maybe it wasn’t that bad traveling with Shorter after all.
-x-
Eiji stared up at the large tv screens, row after row filled with different flight information. It wasn’t too hard to find the one he wanted—he’d memorized the flight number after the hundredth time he’d double-checked Ash’s text. In green, the board announced that the flight had landed.
Still, he checked the time on the screen and on his watch and compared the flight number once more to the text. Yes, this was the time the plane was supposed to arrive. Yes, that was the right plane number. No, it didn’t seem like there were any issues with the flight.
It was all a good thing.
Somehow, Eiji couldn’t shake off the feeling that something had gone horribly wrong. It was hard not to, after the months he’d spent in America last year, running from mob bosses and drug dealers. Even now, safe in Japan, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that someone was watching him. It was a feeling he was told would pass with time.
Taking a deep breath, Eiji walked toward the arrival’s section of the airport. There was no point in thinking about it now. If Shorter or Ash had any issues, he’d find out as soon as they walked out. Or, maybe not if they got arrested by security or immigration or—
A flash of blonde and purple left the doors and Eiji stopped thinking as he caught sight of his two friends. They were squabbling again, though it looked more good-natured than an actual issue. Shorter was wearing a jean vest, his dress casual as he pulled his big suitcase behind him. As for Ash…
Eiji wasn’t sure how he managed to look even more handsome every time they saw each other. Honestly, if Ash ever went into the modeling business, he’d be a megastar in weeks, maybe even days. Even his button-down shirt and pants somehow managed to not look casual and instead almost fancy.
Tongue-tied, he watched as the pair walked down the ramp into the open waiting room. Shorter noticed him first, elbowing Ash before waving. “Eiji!”
Ash looked up, his bright blue eyes meeting Eiji’s before he smiled. He looked more relaxed than he had before and Eiji’s heart ached. “Hey.”
“Oh, how cool,” Shorter muttered, rolling his eyes. “Like you weren’t reading his notes for hours.”
Ash flushed lightly and that was all it took for Eiji to shake out of his stupor. Jogging over, he beamed at the pair. “You made it!”
“Barely! Did you wait long?” Shorter asked, letting go of his suitcase to give him a side-hug. Their heads knocked slightly, but Eiji couldn’t complain. He’d missed Shorter’s hugs.
“Not really,” Eiji lied. They didn’t have to know how early he’d come. “There weren’t any issues? The flight was fine?”
“What are you, my mom?” Ash teased with a devilish smirk. “It was fine.”
“If you don’t count the trouble,” Shorter mumbled, paling slightly. Before Eiji could ask, he let go and grabbed his suitcase again. “Can we get some grub? I’m starving.”
Ash snorted. “You’re always hungry.”
“So?” Shorter barked, rolling his eyes. “The plane food sucked.”
“Are you tired?” Eiji asked, looking at their suitcases. Before he could grab one, Shorter and Ash had their hands firmly on the handles.
“Not really, we slept on the way.” Ash shrugged. “Well, tried to—someone kept snoring.”
“Sorry, princess.” Shorter tugged his suitcase to stand on Eiji’s other side, clearly having enough of his companion. “Buy some earplugs next time.”
“Do you need—” Ash’s carry-on jingled as he stepped forward, and immediately Shorter and Ash both shut up and stared at it.
Eijij stared at it too. That sound had been slightly metallic. The last time he’d heard that much metal was when he’d moved one of Ash’s or Max’s weapons bags. “Hey, what was—”
“Nothing,” Shorter and Ash said at the same time.
Eiji gave them a flat look. “Nothing?”
“Nothing,” Ash confirmed, wrapping an arm around Eiji. “Now, where are we eating?”
It was such an obvious attempt to distract him. Unfortunately, his arm was also warm and Eiji’s brain always stopped working when they were this close. Unsettled, he gave the suitcase one last, lingering look, before turning away. “Mom made some croquettes, if you want.”
Surely, whatever they were carrying couldn’t be that bad. They were on vacation, after all.
Just how much trouble could they get in?
#banana fish#eiji okumura#ash lynx#shorter wong#asheiji#eiji x ash#fanfic#mostly written because I love shorter#and i need more shorter#and his death still hurts me#so everyone gets a happy ending with him alive
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**W@W!** ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!!!!! Various Closeup views of Des Serval as well as so SUPER INTERESTING information about his personality and unique behaviors!
Des came to Big Cat Rescue about 13 years ago and his age is not known. Despite being older and having only three legs Des is quite a character as you can tell by the info Brittany and Afton share with you in this video.
We would LOVE YOUR FEEDBACK on this video!!
HIS STORY SUMMARY (2009) - He was limping along in the Arizona desert until he collapsed alongside a road. He had almost completely given up the will to live. He was probably a pet or perhaps used in the hybrid breeding scheme that has become all the rage where Servals are bred to domestic house cats to produce Savannah Cat hybrids. Domestic cats are often killed in the process. The kittens sell for thousands of dollars, but when they mature they typically spray and bite and make awful pets. The hybrids are usually discarded by the time they are two or three years old.
This Serval was obviously abandoned and was placed by authorities at the Tucson Wildlife Center, a non-profit sanctuary dedicated to native wildlife. Lisa Bates-Lininger the founding president of the Tucson Wildlife Center said, “She was dehydrated and tired and just ready to give up. She may have died last night, but luckily we got her in. We got her emergency treatment, fluids for shock, and she’s also missing a rear leg.” (It was years later, when we first sedated Desiree, that we discovered she was a he.)
Despite 18 media posts including TV news in Tucson and a post on Craig’s list looking for the owner but no one admits to having abandoned this Serval to die in the desert. Thanks to some very generous supporters, the serval was flown to her new permanent home at Big Cat Rescue where she is recovering well.
Servals can live into their late teens and proper care is thousands of dollars each year. His new 1,200 square foot Cat-a-tat had to be specially modified to accommodate her three-legged hopping. It seems that he only recently lost his leg as he has a very difficult time keeping his balance. We wrote to the vets in the Tucson area to find out if any of them know what tragedy caused him to lose a limb and to see if there is any way to prosecute those who exposed her to such danger but never heard any more.
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It's time for another #MugshotMonday and today I'm featuring this 'Lady and the Tramp' mug that I got from Disneyland Paris during a trip there many years ago with a group of friends. . I don't really show it much here, but I do love a good classic Disney film. In fact, the group of friends who I went on this trip with performed a ten minute disney medley at my wedding, changing the words of the songs to reflect me and my husband. It was so sweet and hilarious and I loved it! I'm not sure how much of my disney appreciation is just nostalgia - we had several of the VCRs growing up, and then I rediscovered the wider collection at highschool and then again with my flatmates in university. I'm also just a sucker for a happy ending, and if there are a few good tunes thrown in along the way then even better! . I am well aware that the original fairytales on which the stories are based don't have happy endings, and this is probably true of many stories from the past as well. Stories were generally told with a purpose - usually a moral or some kind of warning - so generally featured all kinds of monsters and disasters. Looking back at ancient mythology, it's very rare for people to get away with a happy ending, unless there's some kind of trickery involved, and even then the consequences eventually do catch up. Love stories nearly always ended in tragedy, and probably never involved the central characters accidentally touching lips over a bowl of spaghetti. . In spite of this, I enjoy living in a time when stories can be told that give you joy, and not just fear. That make you cry tears of happiness rather than of pain. Perhaps this makes me naive, but I'm going to continue enjoying happy endings for as long as possible. . What's your favourite Disney film? . #TeaDay #CuppaTea #tea #disneyland #disney #LadyAndTheTramp #HappyEnding #stories #storytelling #LoveStories #mythology #archaeologist @disneylandparis @disney https://www.instagram.com/p/CkYbUsDq2xw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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"There is someone looking out for Louis - that is Harry. The more influence Harry has the more power he has to fight for Louis. From where I am standing I see a very real power base forming around Harry - and I don't mean the record company - I mean all the influential public figures that clearly adore him. I have no doubt that Harry and Louis come as a package and that all these friends of Harry's also know and love Louis. I think we will see the balance swing it will just take time! Then Louis can be the Phoenix which we all know that he is! I will be waving my Louis flag hard then - and I hope the evil corporations get none of the reflected glory !!!!!"
It was easier to be a Larrie. The illusion of Louis being protected by a powerful gorgeous man. Blaming all on people around H, AROUND H??? but not H, never ever H. Even Louis can be blamed for being so difficult to protect. But not H.
Why are we/them not waving Louis' flag when he needs to.(?)
The truth really hurts, that's why is easier to belive they are happy together.
Maybe it was easier to believe the quote in 2014? Or even 2015. I couldn’t blame anyone for misreading an unclear situation, because the power/ money/ support structure for solo Harry was still in planning stages.
My question is how does anyone know with certainty that “Harry and Louis come as a package”? All the influential people in power on Harry’s side are either neutral about/ deny Louis (Lizzo?) or actively denigrate him (Shirley Halperin, Mark Kennedy, Ryan Wohlgemut, Bunny Kinney) or tried to write him out of Harry’s life in 1D (Ben Winston’s Happy Together).
“Their combined net worth is £200 million.” Yeah? Elon Musk and my combined net worth is almost a $trillion! By this logic, Elon Musk has been massively protecting me, and it’s just a matter of time until the tide turns, and I can buy the Empire State Building.
Real life is the same as fic, isn’t it?
Fans read so much fic, they have trouble negotiating facts they can’t delete. Can’t screen for #happyendings.
#the way Larries have ‘sex dreams about Harry from reading all these fics’ kind of tell you#everything#not even ashamed that it’s always only Harry lol
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You get attacked by a demon and die *or not* - Lucifer
Requested by @nyx-daughterofchaos98
Angst
Triggers: Violence,Mention of Death and Blood/Injuries.
Happyending???? Maybe *no spoilers just a warning that there might be no saving the Mc/reader*
Lucifer x Reader
Words 2k *under the read more cause its long*
Your student council meeting has just ended.
You had the job to keep a written protocol, and now you are packing your stuff.
Lucifer is busy talking to some students. They take all of his attention.
He doesn't see the demon that is targeting you.
Lucifer is talking about something that seems important.
Then suddenly BAM a loud noise, a crack and a scream.
Lucifer looks over at the commotion. His eyes widen and before thinking he rushes over to the spot where you just sat.
Nothing could have prepared him for this.
You are laying on the floor, with a burned hole right in your middle. You are in schock and have not realized what just happened to you.
Lucifer is pale and hovering over you. He uses his demonic power and tries to heal you.
"Lucifer… What just happened?" You are confused and can't move to see the severe wound.
"Don't move or speak." Lucifer is frozen inside. He has pictures of Lilith flashing in front of him.
He can't let this happen again. Not again and not with you. You are still breathing and Lucifer can still save you.
Meanwhile you grow weaker by the second.
You have lost a lot of blood. Lucifer's expression tells you everything you need to know. "I will die right?" You shake and you can feel tears in the corner in your eyes. You are scared.
"No, don't you dare to say that. I will not let you die."Lucifer can feel life slipping away from you. His pact with you tells him as much. He grows more desperate with every passing second. Lucifer has lost someone like this once before.
"Lucifer…" You are too weak to speak now. No matter how much demonic energy is inside of you right now, your life will only last a few more moments and you know it. You only see Lucifer in a blur right now. With your last strength you reach out to him, as to tell him that it's okay.
Lucifer looks at you, knowing that he can't save you. He knows that this will mean that you will be judged and you are a good person. Lucifer knows that you deserve to be sent to heaven.
Yet he can't let that happen. Not if it means losing you. "No! I will not let them take you." Lucifer has a strong determination in his eyes. He holds your hand, your heat is almost completely gone now. In a moment of sheer insanity he does the only thing that can let you stay by his side. Consequences be damned. Lucifer uses his power to transform you into a demon. Normally this would require an agreement or some form of consent.
Lucky for him you already formed a pact with him. Of course there will be punishment for him. Lucifer doesn't care. He uses all of his powers to flood your body completely, and slowly turns it into a demon.
Your body jolts, twists and turns, as if to fight against the demonic possession.
Lucifer winces from seeing you like this.
He holds your almost dead body close and let's you scratch and bite him. All to ease your pain, even if it's just a little.
You don't have any idea what is happening to you. You only know that your body feels like it's on fire, you feel like something is inside you burning you. You scream from pain, you kick and struggle against whatever is holding you.
Lucifer tires to calm you down. Pressing you closely to his body. Letting you do whatever you need to do.
You slowly and painfully turn into something inhumane. You feel it bursting out of you, wings, claws, a tail and horns. You scream so much that you pass out from the pain and exhausting process.
Lucifer is a bloody mess when he carries you to the nurses office. He denies any treatment and snaps at whoever is trying to address him.
Lucifer only wants you to be treated for your injuries. He doesn't register anything else.
You wake up several days later.
Everything is hazy and you know that something has changed.
You have changed.
Weakly you open your eyes you look at your hands, they look normal. No claws to be seen.
You feel a tiny bit of relief.
Then you see Lucifer, still at your bedside. His wounds have healed but his clothes are bloody.
You smell the old blood on him. Your eyes widen, you never could smell blood like this before. "Lucifer, what happened to me?" You look at him pleading for an answer.
Lucifer is so glad that you are awake. He doesn't care about anything else right now. You might hate him soon but even that will be okay for him.
"You almost got killed and to save your life I turned you into a demon."
You look at yourself again confused. You pull your blanket down a bit. You look normal. Just like you did before. Yet you feel different. You know that this isn't what you were before.
You look at Lucifer again. You can't really comprehend what happened. You remember that something knocked you down. Lucifer was there and then it really hurt. "What did you do?"
"I used our pact and turned you into a demon. You look just like you did before but you also have a demon form now." Lucifer knows this must be hard to accept. He has barely come to terms with his own actions.
"So, I am like you and your brothers now?"
"It is similar to that." Lucifer tries to calmly explain it to you.
You look at yourself. It's hard to understand.
You look at Lucifer again. "Does this mean that I can't go home?" You look at Lucifer, like you are begging him to tell you it's not true.
"Yes, you can never return to the human world. I know it's not much but I want you to stay with me and my brothers as part of our family." Lucifer can't even imagine how this must be for you.
He feels guilty. Lucifer could not save you, he could only turn you into something else. He knows you never wanted this. It's wrong to expect you to be okay with it. Yet he hopes that you come to terms with it and do not completely resent him.
You stare at him. "My family, do they know?"
"They know that you died." Lucifer didn't tell them himself but he made sure that they know.
"I'm not dead…"You feel angry, confused and sad. You never could even tell them that you were here in the first place and now you will not see them ever again. You have tears in your eyes.
"I know but you can't leave the devildom." Lucifer looks at you full of sympathy, he has no idea how much turmoil your heart must be right now.
"You can just open a gate." You don't understand any of this.
"What I did was against the rules, and sadly you are banned from the Human realm. I have also lost my position and privileges. Including the ability to create a gate to the human realm.
"I'm banned because you broke the rules?" You feel angry when you hear this. It is straight up unfair.
Suddenly a new sensation fills your body. A completely new feeling unlike anything you have ever felt before.
Your body is changing, without any effort or pain.
Suddenly you can see that you have claws again. With shaking hands you feel your head and there are two horns. You scream, and start to cry, confused and angry.
You look at Lucifer with tears in your eyes.
For a moment he lifts his hand, wanting to touch you, to calm you down, but he knows that you would not want that right now. He drops his hand back in his lap.
"You can punish me and hate me all you want now. I realize that I have been selfish." Lucifer looks at you, pleading for mercy or punishment. You cannot tell.
"LEAVE." You yell at him. You can't stand to be in the same room as Lucifer right now
Lucifer nods and leaves the room, he never stops looking at you until he closes the door.
You can tell that he isn't scared or disgusted by your new form but you are.
You are still very lost and cry until you are completely drained.
The next few days you have to stay in the hospital.
All of the brothers are visiting you. All of them are concerned and you slowly get a bigger picture of everything that went down.
How you almost lost your life and how Lucifer turned you into a demon. You knew this already but now it really sinks in. Without Lucifer you would be dead now.
Lucifer was severely punished for his actions, there was a chance of him being executed.
In the end he lost his position and was expelled from the school. He didn't defend himself at all. The only thing he wanted was to be there when you wake up. He even refused to change his clothes.
You know that Lucifer would never do anything like this so you are surprised to say the least.
The brothers agree to help you as much as they can. They are doing their best and later you find out that Lucifer asked them to never leave you alone.
A few days later you leave the hospital and return to your room.
Once you have settled into your new life you make your way to Lucifer.
He greets you at his new home. It's strange to see him again. Lucifer looks miserable. He has lost much of his powers. Just like you have been told.
"It's great to see you again, come in." Lucifer hasn't changed much in his personality but he seems somber. He looks a bit worn out.
You follow Lucifer inside and sit with him in the living room.
"I have thought about what you did and honestly I can't blame you. I have no idea what I have done in this situation. I'm still mad that I can't go back or see my family ever again but without this I would be dead. I just wanted you to know that." You have thought about this long and hard.
Lucifer looks relieved. He is glad that you don't hate him at least. "Thank you for that. I hope you have everything you need and everyone is good to you." Lucifer has the smallest smile on his face.
You assume his brothers have told him everything already but you appreciate the sentiment. "I'm kinda used to being a demon now. They still treat me like a raw egg sometimes and we all miss you but other than that it's going pretty well." You smile at him.
Lucifer lets out a small chuckle. "This is just like you getting used to everything so quickly. I'm glad. I hope in a few hundred years I will be able to return and support everyone like always."
"I think it might go faster than that. Diavolo is talking about the future of the exchange program and if they do it, I already volunteered to help the humans. I doubt they can do it without you." You don't know why they are still pushing this but at least you can help the new human to be in a better position than you were.
"Already taking this much responsibility. I expect nothing else from you. I can only imagine how much chaos my brothers have caused. I fear that the house is a pile of stones by now." Lucifer sounds almost happy now. The guilt must have eaten him, but now that you are looking okay to him he feels relieved.
"They are pushing themselves really hard just to not be a burden and not disappoint you. They are all good brothers." You have a kind expression on your face. They are far from perfect but they try, and they love Lucifer.
"They truly are, but don't tell them that. I hope everyone is good to you as well." Lucifer looks almost normal to you now.
It is a bit nostalgic. "Of course, and if not I can kick their butts now." You smile full of confidence.
Lucifer laughs a little. "I can picture that. At least I know that they are in good hands with you." He truly trusts you.
You smile at him, you are glad that you have forgiven him. "We are all waiting for you, so you better come back soon."
Lucifer doesn't deserve such kindness, yet he is happy.
You two keep talking about everything that happened so far. You really could get used to the life in the devildom as a demon.
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Yyeerrrpp thats it!!!!!! Oc drop
Ignore unrenderes versions. i dont have room for all rendered pngs and didnt make a templates thing like the imagine below (again)
Lore drop when????
In order from (top>middle>bottom)left to (top>middle>bottom)right,,,,
Ella; PoTO oc whos ,,x Meg Giry,, GAY!!!!!!! Violinist,,,!!! HAS A FATHER???? AND A MOTHER???? AND A HAPPY ENDING????? (yeah,,,),, heterosexual eyes even though shes GAY!!!!!!!! Despised men a bit
Zombee; cutie oc whos a bit of an artist but gave up in the end,,, DEAD(and gay)!!!!!!! Friends with; Odalis !! Betrayal 💔💔💔
Marie; basically self-insert fod 1990 poto because,,, x Cherik ofc,,,, singer yum!!!!! In the same universe as Ella but they dont know eachother too much so they dont interact much,,, both end up happy :33333
Odalis; DEAD!!!! gem body 😯!!!!! Crystal hair,, no it is not soft and silky,,, it is hard and unmoving 💔,,,,, a bit gay but doesnt even know who they are,,, tragic......more betrayal💔💔💔
Elysia; TWST OC!!!!! First oc like ever drawn,,, is a literal star,,,, one of the youngest ocs (2nd),,, too many scars to count (is too clumsy for the Earth world amd often forgets how to move)
Charles: !!!!THE BABY!!!!!! is dead unfortunately 💔💔 (no one gets to live happy) baby of Oli (not rlly but whatever) actually the calmest of all my ocs,,, everyone else is either GAY, on that zaza or tweaking a bit,,
Angel; SWEET CHILD💔💔💔 Betrayal is a common theme,,,, family betrayal,,, chefs kisss,,,, family issues EVERYWHERE,,, poor baby only called an angel after dying brutally💔 burned eyes she cannot see properly,,, loves Verona with all her soul,,, religious trauma (same)
Oli; OHMYGOD!!!!! I LOVE HIM!!!!! literally THE father,,, if all ocs(mine or others if??) met him,,, hes so sweet pls, actually died peacefully at a nice, old age,, a bit of poor vision from old age,,, actually looks hes in his like early 20s but hes in his 40s,, no specific age because age is nothing when its in the thousands (4000=40,, 2000=20, etc.) Same universe as; Charles, Angel, Verona
Verona; oh poor baby,, literally towers EVERYONE. (7'1),,, absolutely in love with Angel but tries to avoid her,,, why? Because Angel is a literal angel (not yet) and doesnt want to mess up her goal,,, isnt aware Angel is willing to lose everything for him,,, Scary horns and teeth,, hides everytime he can 💔💔
Milo(below); WOLVES!!!!!!!! i love wolves sm,, i was wantinf to make this oc for so long but didnt know the style,, this is just raw like headshot and theres no fit yet,,, literally messiest hair ever,, LIVES IN THE WOODS????? universe hopping moron (has gotten stuck in ulternate universes before (actually was there because it mean she got a family fot once)) wants the golden locs fairytail life (find family and be happy with them, even if they arent wolves as well),,, she wont get it but still wants it, WOLF NOSE BECAUSE YES!!!!!!! Honestly couldnt give a fuck but does because she feels bad 💔 (no one gives a fuck about her)
I had another oc that was like maned wolf oc who was trans (ftm) but i lost it so ill draw him soon 💔 (if i remember to do so)
^^^^ These are wanted crimials,,, be on look out,,,,,, they might steal ur forks and spoons....... and socks if u arent carful................
Ask for full lore and i will so absolutely drop everything to explain 🙌🙌🙌🙌
#my ocs#ocs#oc art#oc#orginal character#ocs my babies#my sweet children#why did i put so much angst into my sweet children#my babies im so sorry#angst everywhere#angst#angsty#happyending when? never!!#family#family issues#tropes#abandoment issues#issues#my ocs are COOKED#theyve done no wrong officer!!!#ur honor i love them#i gave birth to them
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For the fanfic ask game: 10 (i'm asking for a friend), 34, 43 and 48?
First of all thank you for asking I love answering questions. :D Here you go. :)
10. How do you stay motivated to finish what you’ve started?
That is a good question :D I just try to think about how good it will feel to finish the story and to (hopefully) make some readers happy. Also I just love my stories and I am addicted to happyends :D And I try not to pressure myself if there are phases where I don’t get anything done. Also talking to @parva-noctua about new ideas helps a lot too, so I can really recommend getting yourself a good Beta :P
34. How did you find the magical world of fanfics?
I found Wattpad :D And things just got out of hand from there lol :D
43. Guilty pleasure tropes and scenarios?
Oh I don’t think these are guilty pleasures but I am a sucker for hurt/comfort (with happyend of course) and scenarios where one gets saved from the other. Also I think I’ll never get tired of friends to lovers/enemies to lovers etc. with lots of pining and tention. And yes I also love me some good smut. :D
48. What is your favorite sentence that you’ve used in a fanfic?
Ah I don’t know. There is one metaphor I remember I was really proud of when I wrote it. :D It’s from my Ringsy fanfic “Flaschendrehen oder wenn ein eine Flasche alles dreht”/”Spin the bottle or when a bottle spins everything”
"Weil... na weil... weil...manche Dinge sind einfach dazu bestimmt sich abzustoßen... wie... wie... wie zwei Magnete. [...] "Übrigens Ringo? Überlege mal was passiert wenn man einen Magneten umdreht." Dann ließ er den geschockten Ringo stehen. Der sah ihm nach, als hätte ihn gerade der Blitz getroffen. Magnete. Umdrehen. Anziehung. Verdammt.
"Because... well, because... because some things are just meant to repel each other... just like... like... like two magnets... [...] "By the way Ringo? Think about what happens if you turn around one of the magnets." A shocked Ringo was left behind. He gazed after Paco, thunderstruck. Magnets. Turning around. Attraction. Damn!
Well that was more than one sentence but who cares :D
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Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist - (Season-)Final
I have so much to say about it and I really hope I don't forget anything.
First of all I loved it. It has been a while since I loved a last episode from a season (hopefully not show) so much. It was full of everything. It has tears, emotions, love, hope and great music, it was funny, sad. It makes me laugh and it makes me cry. If this is the end if the show it is perfect, but I think we all could need more if this heartfull show.
I don't know where to start. Maybe with David. His sadness about his father would never met his grandson was really sad. I totally understand his thoughts. If my parents would die today my kids would barely remember them. And Mitch on the other hand will never touch the baby, will never see his face.
Perfect was the talk between Zoey and Howie. Howie, who looks like he know nothing, knows so much about life and death and what is important. I will miss him, but hope we will see him in season 2.
I was really happy for Joan, but I hope it is not just an easy way to say good bye to her for good, cause I can't imagine this show without her.
Mo gots her happyend. That's make me happy, too. She deserves love and Eddie and she are just to cute.
The return of Simon was ok. He seems more relaxt, but I still can't see him with Zoey. They have nothing in common, but his dead Dads. That is sad, but if this is the only thing that connect them, it is nothing at the end. Of course is he jaelous, but for me he is just second best for Zoey.
Cause it seems more Zoey choose Max. Zoey has to know she can't play with him. She was exactly knowing what she was doing. She kissed him and they both seemed to be so happy at this moment. And it was so funny when his mind disteact Zoey a little bit.
I will write something about this scene compares to the one with Simon some other time.
I loved the scene with Max and Zoey. I still love every moment with both of them at that episode. Max was there for her when she needed him and his call to Simon was a big gesture. Also when he leaves and told her this is just about her and don't push her. He knows she can't decide anything at that moment. And it was Max who was there, who had his chance to say good-bye. And he talked to a dying man about his love for his daughter. He is part of the family.
Mitchs dead was sad. His dance with Zoey just bittersweet and beautiful.
The whole "American Pie" scene hit me so hart. It was like the whole episode beautiful, sad, full of hope and can't remember a last scene so beautiful for a long time.
And here again, it is Max who takes care of Zoey. It is Max who is sitting next to Zoey on the stairs, it is his shoulder she is leaning on. He kisses her on the forehead goodbye. He is the last,not the first who leaves. Of course it is complicated and nothing is clear but for me Zoey chooses Max, not Simon.
This show ends in the most beautiful way and now I really hope for a second season to makes things clear, to bring me more Zoey and Max moments, more Joan and Zoey moments, I want to meet the babx, I want to see how the family can cope with the loss of Mitch. I just need more.
#zoey’s extraordinary playlist#max x zoey#zoey clarke#max richman#joan#maggie#david clarke#mitch clarke#simon#howie#zax#zoey's extraordinary dad#1x12#american pie
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After the twilight breaking dawn…° “Thank you for never leaving me all along[…]” - He Tianxing/Situ Aoran
Wow! Looking back, this quote echoed my thoughts from Ep01. Xiao En was his witness, there with him all along. ❤
“Thank you for giving me two worlds. Thank you for becoming my Aoran (pride).” - Zheng Xiao En ❤
This line is so exquisite and perfect for our happy ending. Tears swell up a bit. 😢
Tian Xing said something proved true to me for many years: When the story ends, the characters will live on in our hearts. 🥰📖🌿 Thanks to Zhang Li Ang, it was my first venture into the fantasy/crossing worlds hybrid genre. Despite the hiccups I had with plot and character details along the way, I still found the story fascinating and charming all the way through (I’d like to think it’s because I’m a very logical person, so I tend to have lots of questions when it comes to fantasy 😆). There are so many wonderful lines and dialogues I reflected on and will be revisiting. Team Romance, thank you for bringing me sunshine for 4+ months. 🙏❤🎉👏👏 #浪漫輸給你
I will miss Tianxing/Aoran and Xiao En, but most of all, I will miss seeing Marcus every week. But Chestnuts have found each other again, and growing.. In the storm, in beautiful weather, and after the twilight breaking dawn, we’ll be here. Our Pride! ❤🌰
Cr. #dramasettv #vidol #viki. #LostRomance #張立昂 #marcuschang #marcusc #marcourageous #宋芸樺 #viviansung #enjoyentertainmentofficial #sanlih #taiwandrama #taiwanesedrama #happyending #songielovesquotes #songielovesdramas
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Countless 2: . Few years Later, Lami got married, it was the best thing that ever happened to her, not like her spouse didn't know who she was, infact, she had to confess to her parents, who were at first dissapointed, but had to give their blessings, remember it was always her prayer for God to put a stop, now she's with the love of her life, whom she never believed would be. . . Lami arrived home after staying four days in Tolu's house, she had cried hell out of herself, right then, she hated the fact that she's created a being, she wanted to die but suicide was not the answer, she wanted to talk to Tolu but she couldn't bear it. Tade has been calling her, but all to no avail. He decided to visit her. . . Lami had told everything to her parents. Tolu did not only jilt her but also set her up with several other guys whom she heard their conversation on how she was still good in bed, she saw several pictures of them in his house, that was not all, he has a girlfriend whom his parents are aware of, picture proof, whose wardrobe lies in Tolu's room and siblings are aware too, and they call her one and only Tolu's wife. "Haaa! Tolu finished me!" As she exclamate to Tade in deep tears. . . Tade and Lami were in the mall someday when she sighted Tolu and his friends, she was 6 months pregnant and wanted to run for her life, Tade dragged her and said "baby, I've got this, you're mine remember!" Tolu was prepared with his friends to spill shit to her as they walked up and said "hey Mr. You eating our leftover" they all laughed hard. They all didn't know what went on, they could only remember Tolu received a punch on his face then found himself on the floor in the hands of his friends. . . "So I heard Tolu met his match and his mum having the best of it, you should know better" said Banke, Lami's friend. "Hmmmm" Lami sigh... . . #Neematdiary #neematwriteup #shortstory #writing #writer #writersofinstagram #heartbroken #happyending #love #bodycountshouldnotcount https://www.instagram.com/p/Bye87G6FwO3/?igshid=1kdwbivy9o2me
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White Tale chapter 2. (Ivar x mermaid reader)
Summary: Mermaids are murderous creatures. If a mermaid kill someone, her singing voice will be beautiful. Reader never killed and she want to find her place. She met Ivar and everybody change.
Warnings: Fluff and cute Ivar
Notes: Last chapter, happyend, everyone is happy. English is not my native language so sorry for the mistakes.
Taglist: @ivarslittlebadgirl @tephi101 @mblaqgi
I said goodbye for my home, for the ocean, for our little cave and for the memories. I made a decision and nothing gonna stop me, even Sera. She hated me, because I was not a killer like them, but I thought she loved m. I just wanted to be happy, without blood. I grabbed a big, blue, half seashell and a grey, long dress, which I found a many years ago in a haunted boat. I went to the stone and watched the sun, who came up slowly. My last sunries in mermaid form. At least I hoped. I dressed up and I swam to the seashoore. I sat on the ground and hissed. The pain. I never felt this before. My bones, my skin, burned. I heard the cracks. I felt my tail was smaller, weaker. I wanted to scream, but the breathing was hard too. And then, my tail was gone and I saw my legs. I stood up slowly, but I fell down. I hissed. The first wound was on my knee. The blood slowly leaked. Finally I was human. A human who didn't knew how to walk. From the water it looked like easier. I tried to be once again, but I failed again and my legs hurted. This was not my dream. I watched the ocean. My half part wanted to go home again, but my other part knew, the water was not my home anymore. My mom said once, when I was too little, if a mermaid went to the earth, he became to in humanform, so if a human see the mermaid, the people thinks the mermaid is a human too. And we will change our form again if we go to the ocean. In the normal water we didn't change.
I saw a guy with white fur on his back. He walked next to me.
" Are you okay?" he asked and watched my necklace.
"Yes" I nodded "Just search someone"
I was a little afraid, because this world was new for me and I didn't knew this person, but the ocean was near for me.
"That necklace..."
''Ivar gave to me" I smiled.
"Are you Y.N.? The misterious girl who always lie on the stone? I'm Ragnar, Ivar's dad. Do you need a help?''
I nodded. He carefully took me on his arms. His scent was good, it reminded me to the water. I hugged his neck, because I was afraid. I didn't know why they loved to walk. It was hard and painfully. In the sky a lot of birds sang and flew. I was so close for these creatures. I saw a little white flower and I can wait to smell it and touch it. The trees. I never touched a live tree.
We went to Kattegatt. A lot of house, a lot of people, they watched me, fire in the middle of the town. We stepped into a big hall. There were a beautiful woman and Ivar. When Ivar saw me, his eyes shone brightly. He smiled, stood up and walked beside me.
"I found him on the seashoore" said Ragnar and sat me to a couch? I didn't knew if this was a real couch or something else.
"I'm glad you are here" Ivar hugged me and kissed my lips.
I blushed. This was my first kiss. But I felt something in my body, in my stomach. This was a good, but strange feeling. Aslaug smiled and went out with Ragnar.
"I know, we are half strangers, but stay here'' he caressed my hands "I want to be with you"
I bit my lips and I nodded. Maybe...maybe this is my place, my home, but I was afraid, because what if no? I don't wanted to be the naive, little mermaid, who wanted to find a man and something wrong happened and they will be not happy. I almost jumped to Ivar's arms when something, little, white, fury animal jumped to my lap. I didn't moved, I was afraid. Ivar smiled and caressed that animals head, and the animal lay on my lap and made a sound, that I have never heard in my life.
"She is Chiara, a cat. Not dangerous" he kissed my forehead and sat on the couch next to me.
I nodded and slowly touched her. She made that sound again.
''You will live in my room. I don't want to miss a moment with you. If you don't have clothes, you will have, just say what you want and I will buy them" he kissed my hand.
I watched the peoples all day. They walked and I was happy when I made my first step. I was uncertain and I almost fell again, but Ivar grabbed my hand and helped me. I sat up again. The whole thing was too new for me and I felt the safe just with Ivar. He was my home, but before the dinner Ragnar called him out and I was alone, but Aslaug came to me.
"Are you the daughter of the ocean" she smiled.
"Yes...but..."
"No need to fear" she caressed my hand, just like Sera, when she loved me "I was a mermaid too. I know what you feel, but you will be happy. Ivar maybe hotheaded, grumpy and warlike,but he is pure, full with wounds on his heart. When he told me things about you I knew who you are and I'm happy you made your big step"
I didn't said anything, just hugged her. She caressed my back. She was a mermaid and I knew I was in a good place, because with Aslaug, this will be easier. She learned how to live in this land and she will teach me.
"Ivar... knew..?" I asked. This was the only thing in my mind.
"Yes'' she nodded "I told him everything about our world. He and Ragnar the only ones, who knew. He accept you, because Ivar knew how hard to be different than others"
I smiled. He knew, so everything will be good.
In the dinnertable I sat next to Ivar. He caressed my leg. Hvitserk and Ubbe watched me. They didn't knew my secret and this was not bad.
''I'm envy of you Ivar" said the older brother with friendly voice"She is so beautiful and innocent"
Ivar grabbed me and in the next moment I sat on his lap, while he hugged me. I hid my face on his neck.
"I hope the whole Kattegatt knows, that she is mine, because if someone will touch her, I will kill the person" Ivar caressed my back "Are you sleepy, Princess?''
I nodded and yawned. We stood up, he held my hand and slowly went to his room. The walk was still a nightmare, but Ivar helped me. His room were full with things that I have never seen and some thing was scary. I sat up in his bed. He gave me another dress. This was silky and blue.
"My mother sent this to you, a nightgown and he sent a lot of clothes"
I stood up and took off the grey dress. Ivar watched my body. He forget how to breath. The only thing that was common in the humans and mermaids, was the sex. When two mermaids loved eachother, they went to the earth and made love and other sexual things. Sometimes we saw these actions and they looked good. Mermaids were deffinitely not the purest and innocent creatures.
"Do you like the sight?" I asked and sat on his lap.
"Yes" he caressed my thighs and kissed me. It was a daydream. His tongue played with mine and I felt I was in the Valhalla ''I want to make love with you so so badly" His husky voice made goosebumps on me. He kissed my neck and I whimpered "But you are my mermaid and I think this will be too fast"
I nodded and kissed him again. He smiled and caressed my back.
I dressed up and watched the white flower on the table in a glass. I saw the same, when Ragnar bring me to here.
"This is daisy" Ivar smiled when he noticed I was courious about that green thing "soft and beautiful like you"
I blushed and lay on the bed. He was next to me and hugged my body. Ivar was very protective always. He was afraid to someone will hurt me, but I trusted in him.
Mermaids choosed just one person, for their soulmate in their whole life. Ivar was my one. My only one. I choosed him and he choosed me. Sometimes I missed the ocean and my family, but this was my home.
#ivar#ivar x reader#ivar the boneless#ivar the boneless x reader#ivar fanfic#ivar x mermaid#mermaid#alex hogh andersen#vikings#vikings ivar#fanfic
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