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lovelybrooke · 1 month

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Letters Never Sent (Yandere Malleus x Reader)

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A letter wrote by Malleus Draconia, never sent to the object of his desires. Why don't you open it up and see what's inside...

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Dear My Child of Man,

I am writing this letter with no intention of you receiving it.

Maybe this is "silly" as you would describe it, but I find myself slowly losing the restraint on my emotions as the days go by. My heart fills with unfamiliar feelings as I think of you, mixing together into an ever present sense of desire that makes me near shameful.

I find myself thinking of you always, from the moment I wake, to the moment I fall asleep. You seep your way into my dreams, where for but a moment I can relish in the fantasy that is you. I dream of your soft voice, your comforting gaze, your addicting presence. You are so captivating that I often forget I'm dreaming, until I awake with an aching feeling I've come to know as longing.

I long for you, I've learned.

I long for your voice, for your gaze, for your presence. I long for every essence of your being to be directed towards me. Some may call me a fool, scoff my way and paint me a madman, but I am nothing without my love for you, so it bothers me none. I often wonder if you think of me as intensely as I do you. I have to admit it is exciting, the mere thought of you reciprocating my feelings warms me so. It is intoxicating, even as a fantasy, simply imagining a life with you is enough for me. Somedays, I imagine gifting you with an unending dream, one where it is just us, away from the rest of the world. Away from duty, and work, and anything else that could distract us from each other, from our love. We would be together and we would be happy until the end of your days, and even after you're gone, I would continue loving you.

You were always so opposed to the idea, immortality. I remember the look on your face when you realized just how long I had lived, the sadness, the remorse, the pain. At that moment, it was not something I feared, more accurately not something I thought much about. It was not until I met you that it dawned upon me that at some point, you would leave this world, and that it would keep moving. Time would progress, people would grieve, but they would move on, plants would sprout and grow and wilt and eventually grow again, but I would remain stuck. Stuck with my dreams and fantasies. Stuck with the memory of you so present it would be like you never left in the first place.

Even now, I fear what the world would be like without you. Not much fills me with fear, my Child of Man, but I've found myself scared lately. The thought of you leaving, of going back to your home, and never returning scares me. It is almost comical in a way, I find myself dreading the thought even while writing this. You should be proud, how easily you are able to terrify me is an excellent skill, one many would love to possess.

You were my first true friend, did you know that? I have Lilia and Silver and Sebek, but I've always been treated as above them, as something untouchable. You were the first person to treat me like an equal, to bless me with the wonderful feeling of friendship. I often find myself racked with guilt, why should I desire more from you when you've already given me so much already? It is selfish, to seek out your love so desperately when I've already taken so much from you. You are my friend, and I should value our friendship above all.

But that is why I fear, because my love for you goes beyond the boundaries of friendship. I would even say it goes beyond the boundaries of love. It is a longing so deep I wonder if I'll ever be the same again, all while knowing that I am too engrossed in the feeling that is you to ever go back. A longing so deep I yearn with desire unexplainable to man, desire so profound and raw that I am sure you have changed something within me. A longing so deep the closest word to describe it is obsession, but even obsession doesn't explain the hundreds of letters, all unset, pilling away, all centering you.

Fear, love, what do distinctions matter if every single one of my thoughts center you.

I have no desire to send this letter, my Child of Man, but I hope with every meeting, every passing day, every time we are together, you are able to feel the love I hold for you. I hope my longing, my devotion, my never ending, boundless obsession is clear to you, my love.

Because I fear what will happen when I run out of paper.

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A/n: here's to me hoping that this will break my writers block.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst malleus #twst x reader #yandere twst #twst

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brightwaterforarainyday · 2 years

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TBRTI and poem pieces please?? 🤩🤲

Hiiii!!! Thank you!! The Bodys' Return to Itself is another Deadfire Pillars fic, set on The Godhammer after one of the many times Berath yanks Elehal's soul out of his body to have a Little Chat. It's kind of about bodies and the shapes of them and a kind of about Aloth being a good but very concerned boyfriend and kind of about Elehal being very tired. Some day I'll figure out how I want to end it. I will.

Poem Pieces is what it sounds like! Its where I throw all the bits and, well, pieces that might be poems or parts of poems someday or that I just think sound neat.

((this is gonna be a longer one heads up lmao))

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“...Hey.” Aloth sighed in relief, briefly lowering his head to rest on the arm held around his knees before looking back at him. “Are you alright? What happened?” Something between worry and frustration furrowed his brow. “I found you on the floor when I came in…”

That explained how he’d gotten into bed at least. Somewhat. Elehal rolled onto his side, facing Aloth. He would have a kink in his neck later today, maybe tomorrow. It couldn’t be helped. “I’m fine.” Close enough to the truth. He’d get used to this, someday. “Really. Did you...?” He gestured loosely at the bed they were currently in.

A familiar half-smile crossed Aloth’s face. “Edér helped, a bit. You’re... heavy. What happened?” “The gods wanted a chat. Or an audience for their bickering.” He tried to shrug, managed about half of one with the shoulder he wasn’t laying on. You will mind upon whose ground you tread. My patience is not infinite, and your soul is but one breath in a hurricane that I control. He was going to have a real problem, at some point, if he kept pushing the gods this hard. Something he could deal with later. Aloth didn’t need yet another reason to worry about him.

“And... this is their idea of a polite invitation?”

“They have the decency to do it in private, at least. I really can’t be fainting in public any more than I do already.”

Aloth’s expression suggested he remained unconvinced that this was a courtesy. Little light came through the cabin’s windows. It was evening, or overcast. Elehal tried to remember if there had been clouds in the sky, earlier. There were lanterns though, two of them - no need to be frugal with lamp oil now. Their twin flames cast warm, golden light across Aloth’s face, left subtle, shimmering reflections in his hair. Elehal thought of portraits he had seen once, on a brief shore leave in the Vallian Republics. Perfectly, painstakingly rendered figures that seemed to glow from within, more beautiful even than they must have been in life.

Aloth sighed again, a tired sound, this time, a sound of resignation. He unwrapped his arm from around his knees and moved to lay down between Elehal and the cabin wall, also on his side, their faces turned towards each other, Elehal could stare into his eyes, see the glowing embers of his own reflected there. The bed hadn’t been built to accommodate two people, but Aloth was an elf, and slight of build. (And beautiful, like a man in a painting, shaped more perfectly by the artist's brush than flesh and bone should ever have been able to aspire to...)

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Everything turns and everything grows to be alive is to be in a state of flux any story can tell you that. We are not stationary objects a human being is not a noun it is a verb

The smoke clears and something within me Is stirring Something is waking up something in my soul stretches and remembers What it means to be awake and alive Staring through sun-silvered leaves at the wide, wild sky

#c: elehal #wip ask game #writings #I used to be able to write so MUCH what HAPPENEDDDDD

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buffalowingsfortwo · 2 years

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8/6/22 12:26 am

ash to faith

theres no way to be calm about this. ive had too much caffeine tonight, and i saw your letter probably 4 hours ago. the only way to describe what im going through with this is to compare the situation to a new friendship or a middle school crush where person A texts, person B responds days later, and person A thinks "oh, i'll wait [x amount of time] to text back so they know im just as distanced from this as they are." humiliating as it is, its my brand at this point, and i have to show strength through consistency. so im sorry. but im back.

i get what you mean when you bring up the idea of "what do/don't you know" and i struggle with it every time i write. i do like the idea of speedrunning the past year or whatever and just hoping some of it sticks. i dont know. i just like to talk about myself, probably.

relationships at a weird point, but its probably fine. ill be honest, they do hear about you a lot, so i feel like i should be bringing them up to you. im not sure if youve seen them recently, but if you havent, they look the same in every way but they grew their hair about as long as mine used to be, and they have facial hair. we look different and we are different. i have an overwhelming addiction to buying them things and making them wear my clothes. our families havent met yet, but everyones pushing for it which i hate, so much more than i can explain in words. their family is really cool though. they have a mean sister that literally hates me, but another sister and 2 parents that love me. i have a really good relationship with their mom which feels better than i could even explain. i joke around with their dad, their nice sister gives me hugs and tells me shes always happy to see me. jaxx loves my siblings in return, and theyre polite with my parents.

my family is pretty much the same as it used to be, but also not really at all. i cant remember if you were here for this or not, but shawn moved to pismo beach with our cousin tanner and his family. shelby graduated from ucla with a degree in environmental science. charlies living with us right now, and we spend most of our free time together. my mom and i are friendlier than ever, but we do annoy each other a lot. we dont yell like we used to, though. pauls paul, not much to say there. toby and emily have grown so much, and we do fight a bit, but i love them more than anything and i really am proud of who theyre becoming. michael has caused more drama than i could ever explain in one letter. hes a really long story. id love to tell it someday. anyways.

ive told shelby, shawn, and charlie, about our current standing. i think its okay to be honest at this point and admit that its hard to stop myself from talking about it. before this, they knew we fell apart, and they knew that we both sucked (which i think is a point of agreement but do correct me if im wrong), and they knew that i was over it. but obviously i never was. as far as my parents know, there is no story. we just stopped going by each others houses. i just stopped including you in plans, and i just stopped celebrating your birthday, and i just grew up. or something like that. im glad they never asked. even at our worst, i wouldve defended us to them. some lines i wont ever cross.

i wonder all the time what your family thinks of me. if they thought that i was evil, if they thought that i was sweet, if they missed me, if they were glad i was gone, if they never noticed at all. but maybe its better if i dont know. the scariest thing about us coming back together is the idea that ill (hopefully) have to talk to your mom again someday and acknowledge that i was gone. i think of when i came to you with flowers and cupcakes one day and she thanked me for always being there. i dont know that i can buy her, or you, enough flowers to make up for it. but i do plan to try. if i need to, ill plant a full garden for you so the supply never runs short.

"make me up, make me up, youre the reason im alive. this is how you remember me now, and just out the door is killing me." - schoolboy by grouplove

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ask-lock-shock-and-barrel · 2 years

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Your reboot idea is super creative! Do your versions of the three want to resurrect Oogie/have they attempted to do it like in the games?

((Thanks and great question! This is a bit of a long answer so im gonna put it under a read-more

So just to preface it, I don't consider the games canon, and maybe it's my own pettiness, but as fun as the games probably are, they aren't the most intensively written when it comes to character motivations or continuity, they're just meant to be fun games with a story to play along with. And while I'm not super intertwined with the majority of this movie's fandom, there is a sizable consensus that agrees that the trio weren't given much in the way of actual character or any sort of development from canon in the games. I know there's a manga story out there that has them as semi-principle characters that a lot of people seem to love, and from what I've seen of it, it gives them ample time to be kid characters having fun in their environment and not just being plot devices to resurrect Oogie without a thought. I wanna read the whole thing at some point, because I think I would adore it! I think just from their dynamic alone, Lock, Shock, and Barrel are fun characters who should get more spinoff media and adventures.

Now onto my takes on these guys, I'll start by saying that there is a nonzero chance that they would ever someday resurrect Oogie, but there are some pretty serious caveats that make it 98.999% certain they won't, and it can be briefly summarized with this nifty graph below.

Now if they were like how they are in the games, with identical motivations, it would be a different story, and the chance of them bringing the boogeyman back would be higher. But that's not the case here.

For Lock, I think he had ample fear of Oogie, and there are things he did on orders from him that he regrets or at least wouldn't do again on his own terms. But he is also currently very naive to how many close calls his life was probably in, as he's still a little kid in terms of emotional maturity and logical thinking. He did fear Oogie, but he admittedly did like when he recieved gifts and positive attention from the bag of bugs, as he came from a family who all but abandoned him, and he just desires to be noticed. And he probably would miss that positive attention and bribery every once in a while. He's not entirely opposed to resurrecting Oogie Boogie, and maybe even humored the idea during a period of boredom, but without Shock's booksmarts or Barrel's cheerleading, he had no means to successfully do it, and gave up after five minutes.

Shock, as has been established in a couple prior blog answers, has known Oogie Boogie for a longer time than the other two, and knows more intimate details about his motivations and intentions. She is also older and has had time to process some confusing emotions. And as a result, she knows what he is capable of, and is rightfully and utterly terrified of him, and the prospect of him returning. And not just for her self, but for those she cares about. Aside from a very brief period of feeling directionless without his control, Shock absolutely does not want Oogie to be resurrected, and if her two friends tried to pitch the idea, she will shoot it down immediately, or sabotage any in-progress attempts to do so. And the chance that Lock and Barrel could do it without her is next to zilch. The reasons of why Shock fears Oogie and why she didn't try to stop the events in the movie will be explained in later comic posts. All I can say is she is a trick-or-treater through and through, as she almost always wears a mask, real or figurative.

Barrel is the least afraid of Oogie, and not because they are somehow 'more evil' than the other two or anything, but because they were the youngest of the trio. And during the time Oogie was alive, they didn't fully process the severity of the situation, and thought most of what they did with their friends was a game. The few fearful moments they had from Oogie didn't stick, as they found comfort in their friends. As they've gotten older, they do understand more that several of the things they did were wrong, and they feel bad about it, but they didn't feel impacted by fear as strongly as Lock or Shock may have. They don't have a self-motivated desire to bring Oogie back from the dead, and they only would do it if the other two really wanted to. They've got a million other things they'd rather do than try and bring some bugs back from the dead.

Now, if Barrel and Lock were currently privy to Shock's full experiences and knowledge, they would absolutely not even think of reviving their boss. But then we'd also have to cover the scope regarding how Shock semi-unintentionally lured them into forced servitude alongside her and their reactions to that knowledge.

And that will be explored later. (; ))

#tnbc #the nightmare before christmas #lock shock and barrel #answered qs #tnbc lock #tnbc shock #tnbc barrel #ooc #blog lore

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zafirosreverie · 3 years

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Go on without me (Agatha x reader)

a/n: i took this idea and some dialogues from a song in spanish named "Sigue sin mi" by Marco Antonio Solis, in case you want to listen it.

Warnings: angst.

"Forgive me"

You blinked and slowly opened your eyes, frowning at the darkness around you. Your room was never dark and you remembered perfectly well leaving the hall light on. Now that you thought about it, you went to sleep a few hours ago. Why weren't you in bed? Or better yet, where were you?

"Forgive me"

The voice sounded a little louder this time, though it was still a whisper. You turned around, following it in the dark. You knew who it was, but the pain you heard didn’t match the image you had of her.

"Aggie?" you whispered when you saw a figure in front of you.

The witch turned to look at you and you gasped, taking a step back. She was crying, and her eyes were filled with pain and remorse. This was not your Agatha, this was a broken woman.

"I'm sorry" she whispered. "Forgive my big mistake"

You tried to get closer to her, but it seemed like there was an invisible barrier between you two.

"Aggie" you said "what's going on?"

The witch just looked at you sadly as she moved her hands and various images began to appear around you. You saw everything, from the night she left, promising to return, to her arrival in a small town, the way she pretended to be Wanda's friend, how she sabotaged various things to further destabilize her, how she killed a dog, kidnapped some children and fought the Scarlet Witch. You saw how she tried to steal the chaos magic. You saw her losing.

You gasped when the scene of her punishment played out in front of you. Wanda had condemned her to the same torture that the town's residents had suffered, she had trapped her in the role she had chosen. Agnes.

"Aggs-"

"I don't have much time" she interrupted. "I managed to break one of the seals, just so I could see you, even if it's this way"

Then you got it. You were on a different plane. Your mind connected to hers, but your bodies thousands of miles apart. That is why there was a barrier between you.

"Tell me what to do" you said "W-where are you?! I'll get you out of there" you promised.

Agatha smiled sadly at you and shook her head. You felt your stomach churn as more tears fell down her cheeks.

"Forget me" she told you.

You froze.

"wh-what?" you whispered, fear spreading through your chest.

"Forget me" she repeated "you have to move on"

"What are you talking about?" you said, getting as close to the wall as you could.

"You were right. I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have wanted more power ... I shouldn't have left you" she cried

"Don’t worry. We can fix this" you smiled at her, even though you could already feel your tears as well.

"I'm afraid there's no way to fix it" she said "I won't be coming home this time, love" her eyes were full of guilt

"No, don't say that" you begged, as tears began to spill onto your cheeks.

"Go on without me" she whispered.

"No" you said firmly "I won't leave you"

"You have to" she pleaded "Forget me. I wish the best for you, find someone who loves you as much as I do, I hope that love and luck will follow you wherever you are"

“NO” you yelled “Tell me where you are, Agatha, tell me what to do! Tell me how to help you! And stop this nonsense!” you demanded

"Go on without me" she said again.

"I can't" you said "Y-you, you promised that you would come back. You said that when you came back you would teach me magic. You said that you would make me part of your world. You promised Harkness, you fucking promised!"

"My world is not that beautiful, and you already see it, Y/N" she said, pointing to the frozen images around you "You have to run away from it before you get hurt"

"I don't care! You promised we would be together!"

You were hurt and angry. But more than anything, scared. Scared because she wasn't fighting, because she wasn't trying to break Wanda's spell, not beyond what she had already done to contact you.

"This is my fault, right?" you fell to your knees "I wasn't enough for you ..." Out of the corner of your eye you saw Agatha kneel in front of you on the other side of the barrier.

"No honey" she said she "you were more than I deserved"

"Then why do you want this?" you asked

"Because it's not your fault that everything turns out the other way around for me, Y/N" she sobbed "I know you are not happy. It is not fair that you pay for my mistakes, love"

You looked at her through your tears and wished you could hug her, kiss her. Feel her.

"I was happy Agatha" you said

"And you'll be again once you forget me" she said, but you weren't having it.

"I was happy before you left" you almost screamed "I was happy when I woke up with you, when you kissed me, when you took me by the hand, when you patiently explained your magic to me. You make me happy"

The witch just looked at you and sobbed even louder. This was too hard for her, she hated seeing you like this and she hated that it was her fault, that she was hurting you. For a moment, she was tempted to change her mind, but she had made up her mind. You deserved better.

"Fight" you said "fight. You can stop this, you already broke one of the seals, you can break the rest. I know you can Aggie, please" you begged.

Agatha knew you were right. She was powerful enough to break the seals that held her prisoner in her own mind. It would take her time, months, maybe even years, but she could do it. But she was sure that you would wait for her as long as it took. And that was exactly what she didn't want. She didn't want to stop you, she didn't want to steal more time from you. She wanted you to move on, to live, to be happy even if she was not by your side.

And she was tired. Very tired.

"From fighting without succeeding now my feet have gotten tired, love" she told you, asking for your forgiveness with her eyes.

"Please" you whispered, but she shook her head.

"Go on without me" she said for the third time "from here I will ask that your life go better"

"No" you sobbed "I don't know how to live without you, Aggie" you confessed

"You will learn" she assured you "you will find someone else who will teach you to do it"

"I don't want someone else!" you screamed

"Love, please. I don't want you to get hurt" she sniffed, resting a hand on the barrier that separated you.

"And what do you think you're doing right now, Harkness?!" you growled "You say you don't want to hurt me, but you're sticking daggers in my chest! You say it wasn't your intention, that you want me to move on, well you would have thought about it when you looked at me with that damn smile that made me tremble, or before you stole the kiss that made me feel like I was something special "You hit the wall hard, scaring her" You didn't want to hurt me, you wanted to kill me! "

Agatha felt her heart break even more with every word that came out of your mouth. She wanted to hug you, kiss you, tell you that you were special, that she loved you. But someday you would thank her for this, even if you couldn't remember her.

"You have to understand" she whispered "You already suffered with me, you only deserve love from now on"

"Tell me who gave you the right to want to save me" You screamed, looking into her eyes "You couldn't hurt me more than this" you whispered, feeling the anger move away and transform into pure sadness "if I'm with you it's because I want to be, Agatha"

The witch couldn't hold your gaze and with a wave of her hand, the barrier disappeared. You gasped when you almost fell on your face, but she managed to catch you. No, no, no ... she could control it?! She could let you kiss her, hug her, and she hadn't done it before?!

But she was doing it now.

Agatha lifted your chin and kissed you firmly, erasing the anger you had and, for a moment, the sadness as well. That kiss gave you hope, that she had reconsidered, that she was going to keep her promise and come back to you.

The witch tried to put all of her emotions into the kiss. She wanted you to know that she loved you, that you had always been the best thing life gave her and that she would do anything for you. Anything.

Even let you go.

You gasped as you felt her vanish in your arms. You were waking up.

"No, no, Agatha, no, don't do this to me" you begged her, scared. You tried to hold on to her, but you were losing her.

"You have to live" she whispered, giving you one last kiss

"No! Agatha, please!" you screamed, everything around you was fading fast. You looked at her while she smiled sadly at you "... I love you" you whispered

"I love you too" she said before disappearing.

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You gasped when you woke up. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks and you quickly wiped them away with your hand. You looked at it, confused.

"How weird" you said "I must have had a bad dream"

Although you weren't really sure what you had dreamed of, you couldn't remember it. But it wasn't strange, was it? People often forget their dreams.

You shrugged as you fell asleep again. You didn't feel the engagement ring disappear from your finger.

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Meanwhile, somewhere in an abandoned town, a woman smiled as she removed a ring from her finger. She wasn't sure where it was from, but she did know that she didn't need it anymore. She kept it in a box that she left to the bottom of a forgotten drawer.

She paid no attention to the tear that rolled down her cheek. She had been crying a lot, she realized. It must be the allergies.

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Agatha sighed and whispered, knowing that no one would listen to her. Not Agnes, not you.

"Meanwhile, here I will cry with my mistake"

#x reader #reader insert #imagine #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness imagine #agatha harkness x y/n #agnes x reader #agatha harkness x you #my gif #finally xD #Listen #i'm sorry #but i did warn you all #ah i forgot #some dialogues are taken from #no querías lastimarme #by Gloria Trevi

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chronicallylatetotheparty · 3 years

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Stay Peachy: Kwamibuster

Summary: With Ladybug out of commission Chat Noir is the only one who can stop Kwamibuster... If only everyone would just work with him here!

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"Let me get this straight. Tikki's captured. Ladybug's powerless and captured, I was this close to losing you too but you won't tell me where Master Fu is? Am I missing anything?" Adrien asked Plagg.

Plagg twitched nervously. "But- but-"

"You have five seconds to give me a good alternative or we're going to see Fu," Adrien announced.

"You could distract Kwamibuster while Ladybug escapes!" Plagg tried.

Adrien crossed his arms and glared. "I said a good alternative! You getting caught isn't good for anyone!"

"Might be good for Ladybug?" Plagg shrugged his arms and gave his most convincing grin.

"Sure! I'll just hand Papillon the other kwami he needs while I have to use a banana suit to protect my identity or something!" Adrien replied sarcastically.

"You'd love that wouldn't you." Plagg knew Adrien. There was a good chance-

The sound of a door being blown off it's hinges echoed down the hallway as Kwamibuster started searching the floor they were on. "Where are you, little cat? I already have a ladybug for my insect collection. Now I just need a small mammal!"

Plagg gave his best kitty cat eyes.

Adrien didn't budge.

Plagg's arms drooped. "Okay, okay! Let's just get outa here first!"

"Knew you'd see things my way." Adrien smirked.

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Master Fu was having a nice, calming, afternoon tea with Wayzz when there was an insistent banging at his door. Wayzz hiding at the sound.

The Guardian sighed. "Who could that be?"

The banging got louder.

"Patience! I am coming! What's the big-"

A blond headed blur shot in and slammed the door shut.

"So this is where you live. Nice place ya got here. Ladybug's in trouble and I need more Miraculous!" Adrien's words tumbling out in a rush as his heartbeat jumped up his throat. Maybe I should have used the window.

"Chat Noir!?" Fu's eyes nearly popping out of his head in surprise.

"Sorry, Master." Plagg appeared, uncharacteristically serious, ears low. "It was an emergency."

"Plagg!?" This was unprecedented! Yes, the Kwami of Destruction was the most free spirited of those in the Miracle Box. But even he knew the importance of secrecy! "What are you doing-"

"Ladybug's in trouble! I just said that!" Adrien supposed he could have worded it better... But also: Ladybug was in trouble! And he was in a hurry!

The Guardian glanced from boy to kwami. Who nodded. "Very well," Fu conceded. Going to the gramophone and entering the code. Bringing out the Miracle Box which he set in its usual place when Marinette came. "Adrien Agreste, choose an ally to help you on this mission. Remember that they mist return the Miraculous once the mission is complete."

Adrien stared as the Miracle Box opened. Kneeling down in imitation of the Guardian's pose. He hadn't known there were so many Miraculous! One of them surely had the power to help! Only...

"What is it Chat Noir?"

Adrien looked up at Master Fu's face. "I dunno what most of these do."

The Guardian sighed. "This is exactly why it should be Ladybug who chooses the temporary hero."

"Hey, it's not my fault you decided she was the only one who could know things!" So this is what being Chat Noir without the mask felt like. "I'm-" Adrien paused as a thought hit him. "Oh. Oh!"

"... Yes?" Master Fu prompted.

"I just realized how dumb it is that I'm not supposed to know the temporary heroes secret identities."

Fu blinked. "Excuse me?"

Adrien shook his head to get his thought process back on track. "Anyway!"

"Chat Noir, what did you mean by-"

"No time!" Adrien pointed at the Miraculous. "Teach!"

Grumbling something about manners Fu acquiesced.

Skipping over the ones Adrien already knew the Guardian quickly ran down the list. The Pig could show you your deepest desire? Seemed like it'd be a good distraction. The Dragon had how many abilities!? Overpowered but okay. The Mouse could make little copies of you. Heh, that sounded adorable but-

"That's it!" Adrien interrupted Fu to grab the Fox and Mouse Miraculous. Which he promptly put on.

"What are you doing!?" The Guardian exclaimed. "No holder has ever used three Miraculous before! It's too dangerous!"

"Well, I don't know who Rena Rouge is and I'm not gonna spend any more time looking!" Adrien turned to the materializing Fox and Mouse kwamis. "Sorry, we're in a bit of a hurry."

"Oh, aren't we always? Name's Trixx."

"Mullo!"

"Alright. Mullo, transforme-moi!"

Multimouse took a moment to adjust to the unfamiliar magic of his new suit.

"I really don't think this is the best course of action," Fu said, attempting to dissuade the young boy.

"Relax, Master! I'll keep him out of trouble!" Trixx announced.

Multimouse nodded as he opened a window. "Thanks. Now, c'mon Trixx, Plagg. I'll explain the plan on the way!" So saying, he launched himself skyward.

Wayzz finally emerged from his hiding place, floating towards his holder.

Fu looked at his kwami. "Oh, I hope he doesn't collapse on the way."

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"True or false? Ladybug has disguised herself as Mr. Banana!"

Marinette was not having a good day. First, Chat Noir's kwami almost reveals her identity. Then, Tikki got captured! And now that tomcat was nowhere in sight. Marinette had barely escaped from Kwamibuster the first time and now she was cornered mere meters from the exit!

"Uh, stay peachy?!" Marinette ran for it.

But Kwamibuster leapt over her and grabbed her wrist. "You can't get away from me!"

"CHARGE!"

From the doorway came a whole swarm of kwamis! Flitting about Kwamibuster and distracting her enough for Marinette to get away.

"You can't get away from me!" Kwamibuster chased after them as they sped off. "You're no match for Kwamibuster!"

"Ladybug!"

Turning around, Marinette saw Plagg and a little guy holding onto his ears. She blinked, this was the first time she saw the Mouse Miraculous in action.

"It's me!" he declared, grinning. "Chat Noir! Or Multimouse, I guess."

"Chat Noir!?" But that meant- No, no, she could panic about that later. "Well, then you must need my Miraculous." Marinette reached for her earrings.

"Uh, no? Why would you think that?"

"Because... Nevermind. What's the plan?"

Multimouse winked. "You'll see. Make your way back to the roof!" And zipped away before Ladybug could ask more questions.

"... A Chat Noir plan. This oughta be interesting."

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"I will capture you all!"

Kwamibuster laughed maniacally as she shot her beam at the Plagg reskins. Made by Multifox with his Mirage. And that wasn't the only part of the illusion.

"I have to say. I think Ladybug will be impressed," Plagg stated. Floating directly above the supervillain so she would need to crane her neck straight up to spot them.

"It has to work first," Multimouse replied. Still standing on top of Plagg's head. His small army made their way into position.

Now!

Multimouse's invisible doubles launched their indestructible ropes at Kwamibuster. Becoming visible as they wrapped her up like Gulliver on Lilliput.

"What!? What's going on!? Oof!" She toppled none too gently.

Wasting no time Plagg zipped down.

"No! You can't beat Kwamibuster!" She freed her blaster hand.

"Mullo, Plagg, unify!"

"Aha!" Twisting upwards she aimed the beam at Multimouse.

"Cataclysm!"

Adrien's power touched the tip of her barrel and the rust spread from it to her pack. Freeing Tikki as dark mist transformed Kwamibuster back into Mme. Mendeleiev.

Adrien merged himself back together as the akuma flew past him. "Uh, Ladybug!"

A red blur shot out and caught the akuma before it could get far. Ladybug releasing a white butterfly in its place.

Multimouse grinned. "Perfect timing as always, My Lady."

"I dunno about that." Ladybug looked around at the destroyed rooftop.

"You think it'll work without a Lucky Charm?" Multimouse asked, following her train of thought.

Ladybug looked at her yo-yo. "The akuma was purified so it should." Throwing it skyward with a little more strength than usual she called out the words. "Miraculous Ladybug!"

The cure swept around them as Ladybug's yo-yo fell back into her hands.

"Knew you could do it," Multimouse praised. "Now, I've got some errands to run-" he tapped the two Miraculous necklaces "-so you take care of Mme. Mendeleiev."

He half turned. "Oh! And sorry about my kwami. No idea what he was doing at that primary school."

"It was a- lycée, yeah. Lycée."

"Right!" He grinned. "A lycée." Totally not a collège. Giving Ladybug a two finger salute he leapt off the tower. Mme. Mendeleiev's insistence on the validity of her scientific discovery fading behind him.

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Adrien held out his index finger to shake the kwamis' hands. "You were both a big help! Thanks."

"You weren't so bad yourself, Chat Noir," Trixx grinned.

"Yeah!" Mullo agreed. "Usually Plagg's holders are no fun but you ran circles around that kwami snatcher!"

Adrien blushed a little at their praise. "Hope we can work together again someday." The kwamis waved as they reentered their Miraculous.

Master Fu closed the Miracle Box once Adrien placed them back inside. Returning it to its hiding place. "It is quite impressive that you withstood the power of three Miraculous long enough to accomplish your task."

"... Actually it was super easy. Barely an inconvenience."

The Guardian blinked. "What?"

Adrien nodded. "Yeah, I don't think occasionally using two or three Miraculous at once is all that dangerous. Maybe if you wore a whole bunch of 'em. But why would you do that?"

Fu processed that for a bit.

Adrien sipped from his tea, awkwardly. "... So does this mean I finally get Guardian training?"

Master Fu nearly slipped as he sat back down. "Huh?"

"I mean, I already know where you are. And we've seen that if Ladybug is compromised it's better if I know what to do," Adrien reasoned out logically.

"I... That is... Uh..." Fu looked desperately at Plagg, who was gorging himself on cheese.

"Hey, don't look at me. Kid's got a point." Plagg swallowed another wedge of Camembert.

Fu slumped with a sigh. Clearly outmaneuvered. "Where should we start?"

"Potions!" Adrien exclaimed, eyes sparkling. This was going to be fun. He could feel it!

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jujubean90 · 3 years

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Hey there Ju Ju, while I'm not good at trying to explain myself when it comes to stuff like this. you make me wanna try. so here goes.

since the moment we met, i have had this...feeling that wont go away. it is a want...no a NEED to be around you. when I'm not it feels like my skin is on fire, and i don't like it. to be truthful all of this is strange to me and I'm in the middle of hating and...liking it. the relief i feel when your near is unmeasurable. I've found this feeling to be more and more prevalent. soon after that i began to feel very protective of you. wanting to know where your at, wanting to know if you were okay, the worry and fear of something happening has doubled since the day i met you. you always have such care when you talk to me. you treat me like a normal person would...

the idea of that makes my heart feel like it's going to explode. in a good way of course...i mean...imagine that? a good kind of explosion.

i'll never understand why me, a villain, a killer...a monster...would ever catch your attention, but I'm glad i have. as the more i write this letter, the more i realize that this is that L word that other people talk about. the L word that Toga uses all the time, that i always thought was a silly thing to want...

now i owe her an apology.

as this L word has consumed me heart -what's left of it- and soul -no matter how dark it is-.

i wouldn't want it any other way. i don't even care if you feel the same way in return. i don't care. i mean it would be nice, but if you don't return those feelings for someone like me. i get it. just know that i will always.....damn even writing it down is hard! okay....

Ju Ju....i Love you...

there i wrote it. maybe someday ill be able to say it to your face some day.

so this is it Ju Ju. the rest is up to you. so what do you say?

Wanna be my player two?

Love, Tomura Shigeraki.

((there you go~ a Love letter from shiguraki! ^^ i wish i could do reiner for you but i just cant get into his head DX i tried for two hours and nothing -_- but since im writing a fic with him in it i thought Shiggy would be next bet ^^ i hope i did him justice and that you like it ^_^ enjoy~))

This is adorable! Soft Shiggy though omg

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sansxfuckyou · 2 years

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fighting? that cant be right... we're not made to fight, we aren't a warrior race

(Note this story isn't finished but I thought I should post the draft)

A tourney?

What need is their for a tourney?

We're all peaceful folk, I dont see any valid need for a tournament, all it would do is tear us apart, fighting was never meant for anyone.

Right?

No, maybe I'm wrong, there have been wars before, and we did always win, despite the struggles.

Maybe a small tourney wouldn't hurt us after all, besides Applejack was the one who brought up the idea, and I doubt she's ever lied to us before, she is the honesty element after all.

"C'mon, hurry up..." Rainbow whined as she darted ahead of us by a few feet, and looked back to be looking me in the eye.

"I don't even want to be here..." Fluttershy claimed quietly, I just barely caught it.

"Yeah Rainbow, why is it so important to you anyways?" I asked hoping to pry some information from the mare, I loved her like a sister but she was stubborn.

"Scootaloo and Applebloom have the first match and we cant miss the opening match, it's always the best one!" Rainbow said in her defense as she sped up a bit, me and Fluttershy following close behind, not wanting to lose the colorful Pegasus in the crowd.

"I see your point, we should try to get there before the locker rooms are to crowded for anyone to get in." I claimed as we took a sudden turn busting down a door, finding the locker room shockingly empty, only Rarity, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Scootaloo, Applebloom, Trixie, Big Mac and Vinyl Scratch.

"Applejack!" Rainbow called out catching her friends attention who trotted over.

"Glad you three could make it over to watch." Applejack said with a smile as Rarity made her way over.

"To watch? I'm fighting as well, got to prove my stuff." Rainbow said with a smirk.

"Your choice, But dont get mad when I beat you." Applejack said with a chuckle as she playfully hit Rainbows shoulder, who returned the favor.

"I might as well join the festivities as well, I doubt anyone would get to mad if I did." I said catching everyone's attention.

"You? Fight in a tourney? You dont understand tournaments, do you, Twilight?" Rarity asked scoffing a bit, she was in no good shape to fight in a tourney, but her confidence was all she needed to push through a few matches.

"Not really." I admitted sheepishly.

"It's consecutive series of matches until two remain and duke it out to the death." Pinkie Pie explained with a light giggle, she really was brutal somedays.

"Death?" I asked cautiously, the thought of murdering a friend, or being murdered by one of them sent shivers down my spine.

"Yep, death. Most of the times it doesn't come to that though, most of the ponies pussy out before the match ends, or are to tired to even fight by the time the final match comes." Rainbow explained with a smirk on her face.

"I think I'll pass on the fighting then." I said, taking a few steps back in fear.

"Don't worry Twilight, you dont have to fight with us." Fluttershy told me, I guess she was also part of this tournament as well.

"I'll be sitting in the stands, and I'm hoping that none of you die." I told them before taking my leave as they discussed tactics for the tournament, I never should've let this happen.

"And the opening match begins... Now!" the announcer shouted across the stadium, an uproar of cheering and applause ringing out around me as I sat at the edge of the bleachers in disbelief as Scootalo and Applebloom trotted out on opposite ends of the coliseum, they each had a weapon, Scootalo with blades on her wings, Applebloom with a dagger in her mouth.

"Even the foals." I groaned with a sigh before they launched at each other, I couldn't bare to watch as the crowd roared behind me and our apprentices duked it out.

"Go for it, Scootaloo!"

"You better not let us down, Applebloom!'

"I bet twenty bucks on that Pegasus!"

"No way in hell is Applebloom losing!"

That was all I could sort through the shouting and cheering until it came to a halt with a single unanimous gasp from the crowd after a crack rang out a scream following afterwards, in fear I looked down, being greeted with Applebloom struggling to her feet, one of her ankles shattered and the rest of her body coated in slices that oozed crimson from what I could see in the bleachers.

It disgusted me.

How could Applejack let this happen? No she wouldn't let this happen, someone else must've told the judges it was allowed to go this far when it was just foals. I read my books, I knew full grown ponies of any kind could go this far in fights of any kind, but foals? It's unheard of for mutilation by foals to foals.

"Isn't this illegal?" I asked to no one, not expecting an answer, but being greeted with one by Sweetie Belle.

"It is illegal for foals to go this far, but it's clear that Scootaloo is out for blood now." Sweetie Belle said with a sigh as she watched Scootaloo further mutilate Applebloom until she was torn from the barely standing foal who struggled to breath as she stood on the dirt grounds of coliseum, the crowd roaring for more in the background as Scootaloo struggled against the Pegasi that pulled her out of the ring, Applebloom carried out on a stretcher leaving a small trail of blood that dripped through the thin fabric.

I despised it, all of it.

We shouldn't be cheering for mutilation and death, but a part of me knows it will only go downhill from here, I'm glad Sweetie Belle is up here with me and agrees they shouldn't be going this far, so much blood will taint these grounds, no amount of rain can wash away the sins my friends are committing today.

"Today my sister is going to die, I can tell." Sweetie Belle claimed snapping me from my thoughts, I nodded in agreement to her statement.

"It has come to my attention that the contestants want to have a free for all instead of one on one matches, and I think that sounds like a great idea, what do you think!?" the announcer shouted out, being answered with an uproar of cheers and shouts of agreement, before the gates raised and out trotted the eight champions.

They all looked different, something about the scent of the blood must've triggered a feral response, but what worried me most was their weapons. Rarity had a metal tip on her horn preventing full use of magic but allowing jabbing, Rainbows weapon wasn't visible but most likely lethal, Applejack had her time honored lasso which was refitted to work as a whip, the rest of their weapons seemed much worse or I didn't even want to think about it.

"Ponies get ready, the match begins... Now!" the announcer shouted with glee in his voice as the fighters each matched up to one another, Rainbow taking Big Mac, Applejack taking Vinyl Scratch, Pinkie Pie against Trixie and Fluttershy against Rarity, the crowd roared in glee as they watched them fight.

The first killed was Big mac he never stood a chance against Rainbow, she eliminated him in mere minutes, the rest putting up a good fight against there opponents, Fluttershy was gone next without much of a sound to gather attention her mutilated form, Rarity moving over to challenge Rainbow.

"Listen closely." Sweetie Belle said with a sigh before an ear piercing scream shattered the crowds cheering, they all turned their attention to Rainbow Dash who had her hooves against Raritys chest, blood splattered her form from the sudden impact and pierce of the spikes in her hooves she showed off for us with a smirk, most likely having popped Raritys lungs preventing any and all potential recovery for the fashionista, Rainbow leaving Raritys form that bled out, staining her snow-white fur with crimson.

"There goes Rarity." I uttered with a broken sigh as I watched Rainbow make her way over to Trixie who was preoccupied with Pinkie Pie and was unfazed by the spikes that sunk into her back, simply using a back kick to send Rainbow flying. It shocked me with how easily she managed an attack, but it didn't shock me when Rainbow crashed into Applejack launching both of them into the wall causing it to crack slightly.

Bones must've been broken considering the blood curdling shriek of pain Rainbow let out at the initial impact before she fell back to the ground, her wings mashed to a bloody pulp, bones sticking out through flesh, just barely hanging on at the joint, I shivered at the horrendous sight as Rainbow tried to regain her balance, legs left in good enough condition to run and kick if she had to for survival. Applejack looked to be in good condition and rushed right back to the fight, bearing her weapon with rage in eyes, she must've been in prime condition, Rainbow having cushioned the impact greatly.

"Rainbow." I muttered under my breath hearing only a faint sniffle from Sweetie Belle.

"Stupid sister, I knew I should've tried to stop her from entering this tournament." Sweetie Belle said with a light sniffle a few tears gathering at the corner of her eyes.

"At least you didn't die down there." I said in hopes to cheer her up as the crowd cheered behind and around us as the carnage continued Trixie being brutally terminated by Pinkie Pie and kicked to the side, skidding across the dirt leaving a trail of blood and guts, causing the crowd to burst out in an uproar of excitement while I looked at the dead unicorn in fear, knowing that could've been me who was curb stomped by Pinkie Pie.

"So? Raritys still gone, and only one will stay standing." Sweetie Belle as another scream rang out through the coliseum, dragging our attention towards Applejack and Vinyl Scratch, Applejack had caught Vinyl Scratch in a strangle hold with her whip, keeping him still and throwing a few kicks at his back to get a reaction until he stopped moving completely, I never thought I would see the day she snapped and killed someone innocent.

"Applejacks gone to." I said with a sigh as I watched apple drop her victim and rushed straight to Pinkie Pie who sidestepped skillfully with a light giggle before tackling Applejack in her small moment of weakness, her balance thrown off for a second due to missing, it was the perfect opening and Pinkie Pie took it.

"She's still standing though." Sweetie Belle said, not understanding what I meant in the slightest.

"No, she lost herself to a bloodlust I thought was bred out of ponies genes hundreds of years ago, around when we stopped holding tournaments and battle royals like this one." I explained, reading always was boring to most of my friends, but at least I know what's happening down there, even if it's only a little bit.

"I never knew we used to be a fighting civilization." Sweetie Belle said as she continued to watch the carnage unfold before her two eyes, must've been hard on her to see her own sister die, I could only imagine the horror of having a sibling be killed in front of my eyes.

"A long, long, long time ago was when ponies fought. This is the first battle royal in centuries and hopefully the last." I explained with a light sigh as my attention was pulled to Pinkie Pie who had Applejack just barely standing, one of her front legs hanging on by a thread as she tried to tackle Pinkie Pie again just barely making contact and throwing a back kick with one hoof to throw Pinkie back a few feet drawing blood from her now broken snout, Rainbow watching from the side, most likely hoping Applejack would win, easier to kill than Pinkie Pie considering they're current states.

"Maybe I should read my history books more often then." Sweetie Belle said with a light chuckle as she watched Pinkie Pie tear off Applejacks leg at one of the joints causing a stream of blood to fall at the end of the bone that stuck out, only the meat being torn off of the broken bone, it looked horrific even from the bleachers I sat in, the shout of agony from the attack was more than enough to make me feel sick to my stomach.

"Yeah, maybe, we can always read together. I have quite a few of them from across the ages of our history." I told Sweetie Belle who looked pleased at the idea.

"Sounds like a deal to me." She said as she looked over to me with a smile.

"Next week at my place sound good?" I asked putting out a hoof which was tapped by Sweetie Belle in agreement to the deal before our attention was turned back to the stadium with a glass shattering shriek that only dogs should've been able to hear, we looked down jaws dropping at the sight.

When we looked down we saw Applejacks snout buried in Pinkie Pies carcass around the chest tearing out a chunk of her flesh and swallowing it with a murderous grin on her face, it looked like Rainbow chuckled at the gesture to try and intimidate her, what was it called again? I know I've read about it before.

Cannibalism.

Applejack just committed cannibalism in front of our very eyes, I never thought anyone could stoop so low to strike fear into their opponents, what made it worse was the fact the crowd loved it. Their isn't a single record of pony on pony cannibalism in the history books at my house, but I've read of the practice in history book on griffins.

Judging by the look on Sweetie Belles face she also learnt about it at some point in her life, she was in fear, from what she showed on her face, but the shaking in her knees told me she knew she could be next if Applejack made it out alive.

One taste is all it takes to get addicted according to the books, and knowing Applejack, all it would take is one taste and a bad mindset even for a second to lose herself.

"Twilight... I'm scared, what if your next?" Sweetie Belle asked cautiously as she watched Applejack and Rainbow walk circles around each other at even speeds despite the fatigue they were undergoing right now, Rainbows wings shattered, one having fell off her legs still stable and splashed with blood, Applejack missing a front leg, but staying upright with a fierce grin on her blood covered face.

"Don't worry Sweetie Belle, I won't let her hurt you." I said to reassure Sweetie Belle as I pulled her under my wing and wrapped it around her to try and shield her eyes from what was going to happen in the ring, but I knew she wanted to see.

Why not?

At this rate fighting would the newest trend on the block.

"Alright, Dash, we can make this quick or we can savor our last moments and maybe meet up in hell together." Applejack explained as her gaze mapped Rainbows broken form, no matter how bloodied and battered she was, Rainbow was still the same, laid back, loyal, cocky mare.

"Hell together? Sounds great, but I'll have to pass up on the offer, Apple." Rainbow claimed cockily mapping Applejacks form, looking for a break in defense, only her underbelly looked easy to hit and more effective than any other method, but even then how could she hurt her?

brutally, hoping for Applejacks death to be fast painless.

Forcing it to be fast at the least once she was down.

"Let's hope they truce." I sighed as I unblocked Sweetie Belles view of the ring, she had already watched her sister die, so what's one more deaths worth of emotional damage gonna do to her psyche? I'm already gonna have to take her under my wing, considering her sister got mutilated, the flies are already starting to gather at her once pristine form that lay lifeless, her chest coated in ichor the formed a puddle around her lifeless body.

"I don't think they will." Sweetie Belle said as she watched Rainbow take a few steps closer to Applejack, each taking their sweet, sweet time before Applejack rushed forward Rainbow taking a leap into the air, her attempt at escape working against her as it allowed Applejack to ram her square in the underbelly, knocking the pegasus back a few feet before she made a quick rebound launching herself at Applejack hooves first, spikes out and ready to kill.

"Yeah, it's a shame." I said as I watched Rainbow sink the spikes into Applejacks side who bucked the Pegasus off her and caught her with the whip before she could go flying to the edge of the ring.

"They're both amazing ponies." Sweetie Belle said as she watched Applejack curb stomp Rainbow before the Pegasus made an escape from Applejacks crimson stained hooves.

"Agreed, shame they stooped low enough to killing each other for everyone else's entertainment." I claimed boldly as I watched the two hold their positions, Rainbows expression fading to one that entailed doom for her opponent, Applejacks expression turning to one that carved certain death for opponent in stone.

"Yeah, I was hoping I could learn some things about farming from Applejack, but then this happened." Sweetie Belle claimed as we watched both ponies charge at each other, waiting for impact which never came, Rainbow taking a sloppy swerve up that sent blood, bone and bits of flesh raining down to dodge before rocketing back down, with horrible precision, at Applejack who managed to sidestep in the nick of time before bucking the flier to the side which was dodged and the pegsus retaliated with a simple back kick which sent Applejack flying.

"Fair enough, she is a great farmer." I claimed with a chuckle at the memories as Applejack recovered from the ground and steadied herself on the three legs she had before ramming Rainbow who had lowered her guard in confidence of strength, only being knocked back a bit by the attack

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80s-roger · 5 years

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when love must die: joe mazzello

summary: you're married to joe mazzello for three years; the best three years of your life and the previous three dating and later being engaged. however, since day one of your marriage, you try for a successful pregnancy but they all end up failed. your most successful pregnancy was an IVF one, but the tube baby didn't make it at the last day of the first trimester.

portray: current joe obv, female reader at 30.

words: 2306

warnings: unprotected sex, fluff, domestic violence experience, argument.

note: there will be part two.

masterlist

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Joe was at the set, he'd be back home soon for dinner. The table was ready and you got yourself a pregnancy test. You ran to the bathroom upstairs to finally find out. Plus or minus? You didn't have your period since the last time you had sex with him -almost two months ago- and you were excited if it was because of a fetus growing inside you.

You took the test, sitting impatiently at the toilet's cap, waiting for the result. You wished it was a plus symbol, meaning you're pregnant. Unfortunately, it had just a horizontal line. You were disappointed again. Crying loudly because your husband wasn't home, so you finally had the time to let it all out. You've been praying days and nights to have a baby. It's unfair for you when other women throw their newborns at the litter.

Suddenly the door opens fastly and you were scared to death. You got relieved as you saw Joe looking at you with terror in his eyes.

"What happened?" He asked terrified sitting next to you, placing you in his big arms.

You didn't say a word. The tears wouldn't stop running. He erased them with his fingers, until he noticed the test next to you. He looked at you without saying a word. He took it at his hand and saw it was negative. He threw it at the bin and pulled you closer, rubbing your back.

"It's going to happen. Don't worry." He whispered.

Thankfully, he was really supportive on this. He wants to be a dad as much as you want to be a mum but he is patient and never stresses you on this. You've seen your doctor and he says it's just your nature. Nature? A woman's nature after unprotected sex, is getting pregnant, having a fetus growing at her uterus for nine months and later having it in her arms, breastfeeding it. You can't try forever. There will be someday, you'll reach menopause.

Joe and you walked at the kitchen, ready to eat your dinner. He places you at your chair but you had no will on eating.

"Baby you gotta eat." He said after taking a bite of his portion.

"I'm not hungry..." You sobbed, placing your dish away from you.

"It's probably too early for the test to know..." He mentioned the test, trying to make you feel better.

"It's been almost two months, not two days." You commented, looking at him. Your dinner stopped. It was just talk.

"I'm trying to help here. I know it's hard, but we'll make it." He placed his palm over your hand.

"It's easier said than done Joe. Do you have any idea how terrible I feel?" You whimpered. "We're trying for three years, we'd have a baby by now." You stuttered.

"It's fine Y/N... I'm patient enough to make space for your emotions." he explained.

"Why are you even married with me? I'm nothing but an obstacle to your new family." You pledged. It was so sad.

"You're my family. What are you talking about?" He sat on his knees, kissing your hands. He proposed to you on one knee. Good memories.

"But you want kids. And we lost the older one. Remember?" You reminded him. His eyes darkened.

"I remember. But that does not prevent me from not being with you. I can't even imagine my life without you." He implied and caressed your cheek.

"I love you Joe." You silently wailed and he leaned closer to you.

"And I love you." He toned. "Listen, how about going upstairs and lay? I'll be there in a few, I have to fix the table." He smiled and you nodded.

You closed the door behind your bedroom, changed to your nighty and laid on the bed, calling your mum.

"Hey mum." You said.

"Hello darling, how are you?" She asked. You didn't reply. "Um.." she started. "You tried again, didnt you?" She knew about your lack of fertility.

"Yes, it was negative." You answered.

"What did he say?" She somehow didn't really like Joe, but Joe didn't give a shit.

"He's nothing but a supportive and patient husband." You nod your head feeling great for being his wife.

"And what are you going to do now?" She curiously asked.

"Try again, I guess..." You implored.

"But you've seen that sex won't help you get pregnant." she decreed.

"And where are you getting with it? Doing medical procedures in cold laboratories?" You gasped.

"Keep that method, it almost happened. Your husband has money to afford it." she had the nerve to instruct.

"It's not only his money, but mine too. We both work. We'll both raise this baby." You corrected her. "I just called you to let you know it was one more unsuccessful try. You won't know about it by the day you'll see me with a baby in my arms." You elaborated and hang up your phone without hearing her answer.

Five minutes later, Joe came to your bedroom. He took off his clothes and went inside your bathroom, taking a shower. It didn't last long and he was next to you, on his towel, around his waist. He sat next to you when his big palms caressed your stomach. That move made you whimper.

"Don't cry, it'll happen." He really is an optimist person. He wiped off some of your tiny tears ready to escape from your eyes. "I don't know if it's the appropriate time, but do you want us to try again? Or should we go for in vitro fertilization?" He gently asked.

"I don't want IVF, I don't feel comfortable there. Only with you." You disclosed and he came closer to your face kissing you gently.

His big hands caressed you everywhere. You looked so tiny beneath him, however it made you feel important. Your hands kept touching his attractive biceps until he removed the towel around him, staying naked on top of you. With one move, he removed your nighty and massaged your breasts, when his face leaned towards your neck, giving you soft kisses. He finally removed your underwear and trusted inside you. His moans were so deep and his eyes locked in you. Your arms, around his neck and his back, giving small nail scratches.

"I love you Joe." You moaned between the thrusts you received.

"I love you too y/n ..." He softly said when you felt him moving deeper. He knew every inch of your body. Literally. He knew how deep you could take him and how much. "Babe, are you close?" He asked making sure you'd finish too.

"Yes..." You moaned kissing his lips.

"Alright, because I am." he caressed your cheek and his moves were sudden and slow, which means he was done inside you, possibly fertilizing you. You came together and after removing himself from you, he wore his underwear and helped you get your clothes too. He covered you with the layers and hugged you tight.

"I hope this time it's happening." You said at his arms.

"Fingers crossed." He smiled at you.

You were the little spoon tonight; Joe was hugging you from behind and you felt protected. This is how he makes you feel everytime you're together. You're just made for each other.

You woke up in the middle of the night, sweating and frightened of your nightmare. You stood up from your bed crying loudly. Joe next to you grabbed a bottle of water, you always have at your stand, offering it. He gently rubbed your back telling you to calm down, it was just a bad dream, it's not reality. But what if it really is? What if you really are infertile? You were on the edge of going insane. He pulled you closer, playing with your hair so you'd eventually return to your sleep.

The next morning, Joe wasn't next to you. He probably went downstairs, making breakfast. You had to get ready and see him at the kitchen. But you heard speeches coming from there as you walked the stairs so you decided to eavesdrop. There was your younger brother Ben talking with him. That's how you actually met each other. Ben set you up.

"How's things?" Ben asked. You didn't really talk to him about you and Joe but Joe does. They are like best friends.

"Terrible." Joe admitted and Ben looked at him confused. "I mean, I love her but we keep failing on growing our family." He explained and took a sip of his coffee.

"How long have you been trying?" He asked preoccupied.

"Since the wedding night, counting three years." He declared.

"I've heard my mother talking with y/n about it but I didn't really pay attention. However, how do you feel about it?" Ben questioned.

"I can't blame y/n about this, it's happening to many women but I also can't see myself without kids." He opened up to his best friend. You instantly felt heart broken.

"And then what? Will you divorce her because of that? She loves you more than anything Joe." Ben explained.

"I can't divorce her. She's my everything. But I also don't want to keep trying. I want to have babies in this big house as soon as possible. I don't want to age." He shook his head broken hearted.

"You do feel sad about it. Do you have any idea how sadder it is for her? A baby is a bless." Ben protested. You wanted to hear more. They'd stop the conversation if you appeared in the kitchen.

"I'm not pressuring her. When we did the IVF, we were sure it'd happen but it died too. How many possibilities does she have when she gets older? Less than they already are." Joe questioned himself. Ben didn't say a thing.

You decided to get inside the kitchen, pretend like you heard nothing.

"Good morning sis." Ben smiled at you.

"Morning Ben." You neutrally said, faking what you thought before. You couldn't hide your anger at Joe's confession.

"Good morning my love." Joe attempted kissing you but you backed off. Both of them noticed your reaction and stared each other confused. "So um, are you okay?" He checked on you.

"I'm perfect." You lied. You're dying inside.

"Maybe I should get going." Ben felt the tense and had to leave.

"Yes you should. I'll take you to the door." You raised you eyebrow at him.

You were with Ben at the door and Joe eavesdropped without being noticeable.

"The next time you'll talk with Joe about my lack of fertility, I'll murder you." You threatened him.

"You know you can't do it sis." He joked.

"I can't, but I can cut your balls and you'll see who's the weak." You aggressively said to him and he didn't say a word.

"Damn sis, okay." He was defeated and left your home leaving you with your husband.

He came out of the kitchen guilty. But it wasn't his fault. You just wanted to throw your weight somewhere else.

"You heard us?" He silently asked.

"Are you joking? Of course I did. Is that what you talk about with your friends outside?" You angrily argued.

"No! He asked me! Besides he's your brother, he can know about it." he pointed out.

"I don't want him to know! I won't even let my mother know from now!" You attacked.

"Fine! But he's my best friend! I want to talk to someone! Why don't you let me do it? I never pressure you so stop pressuring me!" He shouted leaving you at a staring shock.

"I want you to leave right now Joe." You silently closed your eyes pointing at the door. "And tell everyone we can't have kids because I am infertile." You were so ironic.

"Where will I go? Are you kicking me out of my home?" He concede.

"Yes I do and don't come back. I'm angry." You walked inside the kitchen and he followed you.

"But you'll be over it by evening." He calmly said.

"No I fucking won't!" You threw him a glass and it accidentally fell down at his feet, with some pieces of glass hurting his arms.

"You arrogant bitch!" He yelled coming to your place menacingly. "You want to kill me now or what?" He raised your hand on you and covered yourself with your arms, afraid if he'd hit you. Flashbacks of domestic violence crossed your mind. Your alcoholic father hitting you in every chance he'd get.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sorry!" You sat down at the floor, crying loudly and hiding yourself, so he wouldn't harm your body but your arms.

After Joe finding out what he was doing he shockingly moved his arms and sat in front of you, getting you inside his arms. He started crying too.

"I am sorry y/n, I didn't mean to do it! I'm just so sad." He whimpered at your neck.

"Please Joe, divorce me. I can't keep making you unhappy." You cried at his chest, avoiding the eye contact.

"I can't do it. I love you, I'm literally attached to you, mentally, emotionally and physically. I just can't." He kissed you. "We'll find some way to fix it. We can do it, I know." He silently cried, hiding his voice cracks.

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