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zomberellaarts · 5 days

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•Spell of Exile•

He walked through the corridor,

calling her name with no response.

He felt like he was playing a one sided game

of Marco Polo.

-Shiloh-

~Silence~

-Shiloh-

~Silence~

He came to a most magnificent garden,

That flourished with the most beautiful flowers he had ever

Seen.

Across the way he saw a glorious marble fountain,

And there he saw her sitting on the ledge of the fountain.

He walked up to her,

He could feel a sad aura around her,

It concerned him.

He reached out a hand and touched her shoulder

She became startled then looked upon him.

-Will why are you here?

-I've been looking for you?

-Why?

-I've been so worried, you've not been yourself lately....

He reaches for her,

She pulls away.

-What's the matter with you?!?

-I'm FINE!

He knew she wasn't fine,

He knew something was hurting her

Deep inside her soul,

He could see her heart breaking.

-You're not fine Shiloh,

I can see your soul hurting,

You're heart is breaking right in front of

Me as we speak!

She weeped loudly her head fell,

He could see the river of tears streaming

From her face,

She whispers.....

-You don't care

He looked at her in disbelief,

He couldn't believe what he just heard.

How could she feel he didn't care,

Of course he cared,

Doesn't he?

-How can you say I don't care? That's ridiculous!

He grew angry the more that phrase repeated in his head.

She looked up at him,

Her eyes bloodshot and red,

Sadness was still there.

But he could now see pure hatred and anger flash through her eyes.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

He felt the wind kick up in the flow of her anger.

He stood up,

The wind whipped her hair around in a maddening but angelic way,

Her eyes were piercing like they were daggers ripping through

His soul.

-You have no idea what its like to think how I do, feel like I do,

You have no fucking idea!

She began to cry

-You cant imagine the torture I go through.

-Oh really like what?

-How about all the times I cared for you, thought of you before myself, what about all

The past bullshit pain you've put me through, but I still stupidly came back each damn

Time cause I still care about your selfish ass!

He scoffs,

How could she think he didn't care and surely he never treated her so cruelly like

Shes yelling about.

-You're so full of it Shiloh, I think you need to calm down and rethink things,

Cause you're over reacting quite a bit there hun.

-So if I'm over reacting then the way I feel about you mist be a over reaction too

Her voice became soft and he could see calm surround her.

He felt his heart grow heavy he wanted to hold her but he he knew

That would be unwanted by her.

The sky opened up and the rain came down in a light poetic scene.

-You cant imagine how someone can love you so much then just walk away like it

Was nothing. Then to have them toy with your emotion making you feel your important when

Really there was always someone else....there always is.

She paused a tears stream down her face as she continues.

-Im not saying I'm innocent in this I've had my faults but you had no right to

Open my heart like you did.

He grew enraged and interrupted her.

-Hold on that's far from true you opened up things I never thought I could feel let

Alone felt I deserved to feel as for the "other women" there really isn't one nore is there really one

Now. Im sorry I haven't been there Im sorry things have been less then normal but I'm scared too I'm

Trying to figure things out give me some kind of chance.....i swear Shiloh Ive never once forgotten about you.

The tone ended very sadly he felt anger but yet such sadness.

-I cared about you, put myself for you but when I needed you, you just suddenly never had the damn

Time......

-Now wait a minute that's.....thats not true, I just.....i don't know what to do.....

She began to cry that sad river of tears again,

His heart broke this time,

His face fell,

He knew he was responsible partly for her pain if anything a good majority.

-Ive loved you for so long,

Ive thought maybe you still loved me too, but then you changed, you started ignoring me,

Acting ashamed and embarrassed of me, all around you just seem like Im not wanted or want to be around. What did I ever do to hurt you? I know I'm emotional and can be irrational at times but for fuck sake I'm trying damn it!

He saw her tears, he saw the pain and the anguish on her face,

When he normally felt indifference and confusion, he felt guilt and despair,

He never realized the pain he caused her,

He took a step towards her.

-I'm......I'm so sorry. I.....i had no idea, I never realized all these feelings. I never meant for you to feel like this.i never meant for you to feel neglected, dirty, unloved, or even not cared about.

She looked up and saw for the first time in a long time he was crying, he fell to his knees and sobbed, he felt so guilty but at the same time angry with her for keeping it all inside for so long, she had no right no right at all.

-of course I care about you, how could you feel I don't? Yes of course your crazier then the mad fucking hatter somedays but for fuck sake, how could you ever feel I don't want you around?

She walked ip to him and lifted his head her eyes were sad but strong

-Just say goodbye and be on your way, nothing you say I trust as truth, the only thing for the both of us is exile from our lives, it's the best thing for the both of us.

He looked at her in disbelief he couldn't believe what he was hearing but he knew she was right. He stood up grabbed her and held her tight.

-Whatever you need I will do, I just want you happy that's all I've ever wanted.

-As for you too......

She pushed him away giving him one last look into his beautiful blueish green eyes.

-Till we met again-

She blew him a kiss.

-Till we met again-

He smiled at her, wishing it wouldn't be this way.

-Till the stars align and the moon dies out forget me, when the sun cant shine and the sea dries out forget me, till the days ends forget me, please forget me.

Suddenly memories flashed before his eyes, tears formed as each memory flashed, then just as quick they were gone.

-Who are you?

-No one important, im no one just a ghost of the past.

She disappeared leaving him standing there confused and unsure of what happened, but he couldn't shake the feeling he knew her. But knew he would see her again. When....he didn't know.

{Written: 1-20-20}

[Updated: 2-23-20]

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raewritez · 3 years

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Firelight | Howl Pendragon

warnings: mentions of friskiness, Howl being a Sad Boy™, yearning, angst

word count: 4.3k

The warmth of the castle is a welcome embrace.

Outside, the moon shines with the brightness of a thousand suns, its beams cast along the ground all the way from Ingary. Wisps of clouds decorate the sky - angel wings hung from the heavens. Familiar creaking fills your ears and you smile, hand gripping the doorknob.

You're greeted with a glow from Calcifer's hearth, a sight that pulls your lips upwards. It's been a while. He doesn't seem to have noticed you yet and you walk forward, a grin resting upon your lips. Your wrists are clasped behind your back and you beam at the fire, his eyes finally snapping to yours.

"Y/n," he exclaims, "You're back!" He coughs a bit, attempting to veil his excitement. "I mean, it's been a while."

"It has," you say, gazing playfully at the demon. "How've you been, Cal?"

He grumbles. "Awful. Howl moped for weeks after you left."

Your smile falters if only a bit, guilt pulling at your heartstrings. "Oh, sorry about that," you straighten up, reassuming your cheery demeanor that the fire couldn't deny he'd grown fond of. "I figured you'd all want a break from me intruding on your home."

Calcifer scoffs. "It's not intruding if you're here everyday. Besides, Markl was sad when you left. He misses you."

"I miss him, too," you sigh, images of the copper-headed boy playing in your mind. "He's here?"

"Obviously, where else would he be?"

"And Howl? Is he here, too?"

A sort of grimace takes over his face. "Uh, not exactly." You raise an eyebrow, and he sighs. "He's been spending most nights in town...you know. Ever since you left. But, uh, he'll be back in the morning."

You feel yourself deflate, your limbs suddenly feeling very heavy and your throat suddenly aches. "Oh."

You were well accustomed with the name Howl had made for himself across the many towns the castle found refuge, of the rumors and the truths behind them. He who ate hearts - it was silly, really. But he'd made a reputation as a jilter, the desired lover of the nation. That Howl seemed so different from the one you held dear, and you found it hard to believe that the man who gazed at you with such fondness and loved his family so unabashedly could so carelessly discard the hearts of women. You guess you've been naive.

Calcifer's stare softens, a rare sincerity overtaking his voice. "He's an idiot," he whispers.

You shake your head, a bitter smile on your lips. "No. Maybe I am."

"No, Y/n. You should've seen how upset he was after you left. Markl and I were worried he would summon the spirits of darkness again." You chuckle, Calcifer joining in. "I don't know why he does it," he spoke softly, carefully. "But I do know he's better when you're around. He hasn't done this in a long time, but when you left...it was like he became his old self again."

You look down, tracing the curves of the cobblestone. "He can do what he wants. He's a grown man."

Something akin to a snort left the fire. "As if you could call him that. Hey, look, don't get too upset. If he knew that...I mean, he would never-"

"It's ok, Cal," you speak, an acquiescent smile on your face. "I'm the one who left, right?"

"Right," he sighs, sensing the end of the conversation. "So, how was traveling, anyway? See anything cool?"

"Loads," you say wistfully. "It was so beautiful, Cal, I wish you could've seen it."

"Ehh, that's ok. Someone has to keep this place running."

///

"Y/n!"

You're woken to something heavy on your bed, your shoulders being shaken by hands that were not your own. Peeling your eyes open, you caught a glimpse of red: a figure clad in a white nightgown perched atop your quilt. A grin breaks through your sleepy face.

"Markl!"

He giggles, and you wish you could bottle the sound and keep it forever. His small frame launches forward, arms wrapping around you and face pressed into your neck. "I missed you," he mumbles. You run your fingers through his hair, keeping him pressed against you.

"I missed you, too, kid."

You stay like that for a few minutes, his soft breathing warming your skin and sending unbearable fondness to your heart. After a while you sit up, bringing the boy with you. "How are you, Markl?" you ask, brushing a copper strand behind his ear.

He fights back a yawn. "I'm good! Howl's been teaching me a lot, I even managed to cast a rune spell the other day!"

"That's amazing! You're growing up so fast," you say, reaching out to ruffle his hair. He scrunches his nose, swatting your hand away playfully. "Not really," he says, and you smile. You'd be glad for that.

In the kitchen, you converse with the child as you always had - soft teasings and gentle remarks, a ruffle of hair here and there and a pinch to his side. His laughter was sunlight and you felt warm - happy and at home in your castle with your little bunch of misfits.

Of course, there was still one missing.

Your conversation with the boy is cut short at the sound of a turning doorknob, and you feel your heart rise to your throat. In your welcome you'd almost forgotten your dread, and you do not have enough time to prepare. So when you see him, standing in the doorway with morning silk and sun against his back, you have to remind yourself to breathe.

He's dressed in his usual flamboyant robes, and at first glance you'd have noticed nothing different. But at closer look you saw it - the wrinkles of his clothes, the bruises on his neck, the messiness of his hair, golden in the dawn. You feel a turning in your stomach, and fire across your skin. You swallow, and his eyes meet yours.

For a moment his gaze his gilded, bleary with what you presume to be tiredness after an eventful night. But then they alight, and a smile pulls his lips and he whispers your name. You try to smile back. "Howl," you nod.

Then suddenly his smile doesn't seem so bright anymore, and his eyes darken into something you can't quite decipher. Nervousness? Fear? Caution? He runs a hand through his hair, and pulls his robe so that the collar covers his neck. He walks up the stairs slowly, eyes darting. It seems like hours before he finally arrives at the table side, ring-adorned fingers tracing the wood delicately.

"Markl," he says, and his voice is like velvet. "Would you mind getting breakfast started?"

"Sure, Master Howl," Markl says and he leaps up from his chair, trotting across the floor and into the pantry.

Howl's eyes fall on you once again, drinking you in. They fall on a scar, white against your forehead, and his brows furrow. He raises a hand and his finger traces the mark, the blueness of his eyes clouded with an emotion you cannot name. His arm falls back to his side.

"How were the wilds?"

"Good," you say, and your tongue itches for more. "How...how were things here?"

"Fine," he says stiffly. You scoff.

"Sounded more than fine, from what Calcifer told me. Seems you've been keeping yourself quite busy."

Howl shrinks on himself for a moment, and you can see a flash of guilt in his eyes. Then, he emerges back to himself, all steely stares and bitterness. "And what about you?" he says sharply, his deep voice a scratch upon your skin. "You were gone for months, gallivanting your way across Ingary while we stayed here. You left, and you expected me to wait sadly for your return?"

Your nose crinkles, and you feel an uncomfortable heat rising in your chest. "Oh, of course not. The infamous Howl Pendragon waits for no one, isn't that right?"

His eyes are dark, and he opens his mouth to say something before a childish voice cuts through.

"I have eggs, Master Howl! Can you get Calcifer to cook them?"

Howl's gaze lingers on you a moment longer, and he pulls away from you to stand. "Sure, Markl. Thank you."

You stare at the ground, feeling hot and irritated and bothered. Howl walks away from you, taking the box of eggs from Markl's hands to start breakfast. You miss the glare that Calcifer sends his way.

///

Howl awakes to a the sound of a train horn, the rattling of the dingy hostel he'd spent the night in shaking the windows and the table at his bedside. He peels his eyes open against the piercing sunlight, raising a hand to shield his gaze. For a moment he forgets where he is, what he's doing here, but the shifting of the warm body next to his brings the memories back to him in a flash.

He feels a pit form in his stomach, a sour taste rising in his mouth. He glances over at the sleeping form - Violet, he thinks her name is, and becomes painfully aware of the scratchiness of the sheets against his skin, of the unbearable warmness emanating from the sleeping woman beside him.

He jumps from the bed abruptly, pulling down the quilt and settling his feet upon the cool hardness of the wooden floor. Violet is still sleeping, and he gets dressed. Pulling on his dress shirt and pants and grabbing his robe from its place on the floor, he makes his way towards the door. He glances back, feeling entirely indecent and cruel. Just like he used to be. He knows it's wrong to leave her behind without so much as a goodbye, it's not her fault that he's so stricken and lovesick and lonely, but she will be the one who wakes up to the aftermath of another one of his mistakes. But he's selfish and regretful, and so he creaks open the door and walks out.

He hates himself. He hates what he was doing and the person he was acting as - the person he'd once been. He knows it's wrong, and he knows he'll get another judgmental look from Calcifer when he walks through the castle doors, but Calcifer couldn't hand out anything he hadn't already given to himself. The disappointment, the judgement, the truth. The truth of the reason he was acting like this. That reason he knows, and it's currently off somewhere far away in Ingary.

He can't dwell on it, though, else he'll end up in another pit of despair and longing - far too aware of his attachment for his liking.

Loneliness had never been a problem for Howl, and maybe that's why he'd been dealing with it so poorly. Before, he hadn't had any attachments, any people that upon their separation from him, he would feel like his world was collapsing. He had come and gone as he pleased, stealing the hearts of young women only to crush them the next day, moving from town to town in his castle with nobody to care about than himself.

That was until about a year and a half ago, when you came along. You'd caught Howl's attention the moment he laid eyes on you - eager, friendly, fearless and beautiful. He'd approached you, offering his suave words and charming smile, already coming up with ways to win you over and have his fun. But you'd only laughed, teasing him and telling him that you were new in town, and you weren't looking to have your heart broken just yet. You intrigued him, and he found himself wanting to learn more about you than just the curves of your body or the feel of your lips.

Weeks passed and the conversations grew, and he found himself developing a sort of fondness for the girl who drew his attention with stories of her hometown, with teasings and friendly banter and a hand stretched towards him in an offering of closeness. An olive branch, a welcome. Friendship and closeness - concepts Howl was painfully unfamiliar with, but seemed so natural when they came from you.

Eventually, the two of you became so close that he'd offered for you to move into the castle, and that was the beginning of everything.

But now you were gone, you'd left him just like he'd left all the others. And it stung, and as much as he pretended that he didn't care, or that he could replace you with nights of shallow banter and artificial closeness, his chest ached with every moment you stayed away. He knows you'll return, you had no plans to leave him forever, but he can't help but feel bitter at the fact that you'd left him at all. But he's fine! He's fine. Really, he can't feel any pain at all, spare for the bruises across his neck.

He looses himself in the trek back to the castle, eyes cast to the ground and mind lost in the clouds - in pretending and wishes and memories. He's so lost in thought that he almost misses the castle parked upon the hill outside the town. He finds himself at the door, and he thinks he hears a laugh. One all too familiar, and it sends a pang through his heart. It was just his tired mind playing tricks on him.

But when he opens the door, letting the warmth of the castle wash over him in a wave of air, his eyes fall on you. You. You, you you. You're here, sitting truly right before his eyes, and he can't restrain the smile that takes over his face. You turn your head and your just as beautiful as you've always been, and he sees your eyes light up and your lips beginning to pull. But then your gaze moves downwards, to the mess of his hair and the crumple of his clothes, to the flush of his skin. His name leaves your lips, and he suddenly feels very aware of the purple blossoming across his neck, and he reaches for his cloak as if to shade it from your eyes. All of the shame comes rushing back at once.

He walks to you, feeling uncharacteristically insecure. He stops at the table, eyes seemingly interested in the markings of the wood. He speaks to his apprentice, "Markl, would you mind getting breakfast started?" He agrees immediately, chipper as ever, and races away, leaving Howl alone with you.

He conjures the courage to look at you, and his gaze is drawn to a small marking on your forehead. A scar, streaked in white and pink. It hadn't been there before, he was sure. He'd spent enough moments memorizing you to recognize the new detail. His brows furrow, a concern flickering through his body at the small, almost insignificant mark. He raises his fingers to your face, and the trace the skin delicately, and he feels a spark run through him. He retracts his hand quickly.

A moment, then another, of uncomfortable silence. It's foreign and strange, and his mind reels to all of your other reunions - the ones sparked by a hug, a bright smile, by laughter. He's desperate to feel that, to feel you again.

"How were the wilds?" He questions, and he cringes at the attempt for unfamiliar small talk.

A beat, and you answer. "Good," you say. Another silence. "How...how were things here?"

Howl's mind flashes to the days marred by your absence - his loneliness and dramatics, Markl's complaints, his mistakes, how quickly he seemed to fall back into his old ways again. "Fine," he responds.

A bitter laugh escapes your lips, and he looks up. "Sounded more than fine," you say, "from what Calcifer told me. Seems you've been keeping yourself quite busy."

For a moment he's scared, scared that you know and that you're disappointed in him. And he's embarrassed, because those nights meant absolutely nothing to him, and they never would unless they were spent with you. But then he burns - his pride and irritation and sense of betrayal at your leaving him rearing their heads. Here you are after all this time, after having abandoned him to chase after your own enjoyment. After you changed him and made him care entirely too much, and left.

Even in the moment he knows he's being silly - you'd only been gone about two months after all, and you had every right to do what you wanted, but he doesn't care. Because he's hurt and embarrassed and he feels so disgustingly like the person he'd been in his past, so he fights.

"And what about you?" he growls. "You were gone for months, gallivanting your way across Ingary while we stayed here. You left, and you expected me to wait sadly for your return?" He did, but he wouldn't let you know that.

Your eyes flash with annoyance, with that defiance he'd grown fond of. "Oh, of course not. The infamous Howl Pendragon waits for no one, isn't that right?"

He opens his mouth to retaliate, to argue or defend he isn't sure, and at that moment Markl reappears. And so he walks away from you, taking the eggs from Markl's hands and beginning breakfast. From his hearth, Calcifer sends him a glare. Idiot, it says. Howl knows.

///

You've been falling back into your normal routine, and it's nice.

It's nice to have your little family back, with Markl's adorable eagerness and unfailable excitement at seeing you each morning, with Calcifer's dry humor and sly remarks. Sure, some things are still out of place - one being the uncomfortable distance and silence between you and your favorite person, but other than that things are perfect.

Just kidding.

Sure, you're incredibly happy to be home - no matter how beautiful and exciting the wilds of Ingary were, nothing can replace the coziness and familiarity of the castle. But home didn't really feel like home if he wasn't in it.

Even after weeks, you and Howl have barely spoken. You don't truly know why, but it seems as if the two of you are simply too stubborn to break the silence. You know it's driving Markl and Calcifer crazy, it's driving you crazy, too, but you don't know how to speak with him. You've had a bitter taste on your tongue ever since Calcifer informed you of Howl's escapades, and you can't seem to look at him without imagining his face pressed up against some other girl's, without remembering the bruises on his neck.

You suppose you don't really have a right to feel this way - you two weren't together, after all. But all this time you've spent loving him - first as a friend and then as something more - and it stings to know that he could replace you so easily. In all those nights you'd spent away - drifting off with visions of your family and memories of home - his arms around your waist, his brilliant smile, the evenings that faded away to the sound of your voice reading to him as he lay in your lap - he'd been with someone else. Forgetting you.

When he approaches you, it's late. The sun has long-since set over the horizon, the moon hanging in the sky and blanketing the Earth in quilts of ivory and blue. You sit on the couch downstairs, a few feet from Calcifer's fire, and blanket wrapped around your shoulders and mind a million miles away. Everyone else has retired to bed, you think, welcomed by the familiar embrace of sleep and the warmness of dreams. Your face is furrowed in thought, and you're so consumed in yourself that you don't hear the creaking of the stairs, nor the soft patter of footsteps, until he is right beside you.

You glance up, and his eyes are already on you. He seems hesitant, unsure, and you feel tempted to look away. But you can't look away, you never can. So you offer him a smile - just the slightest upturn of your lips, and that seems to be enough. Howl breathes, and sits down next to you.

His blonde hair is loose, falling in curtains around his face - lit by the amber glow of the fire. He's traded his lavish outfits for a simple shirt and trousers, let loose in the company of his home. His eyes flit to yours and he rolls his lip between his teeth, gaze narrowed and searching. He opens his mouth, testing the air on his tongue and trying to speak - his words swallowed up in the night. So you breathe them for him, hoping to halt the awkward silence.

"You're up late," you say. "Couldn't sleep?"

He shakes his head, something akin to a chuckle leaving his lips. "No. Couldn't sleep."

You hum, and nod, pulling the blanket up around your shoulders and wishing you could hide away in its embrace.

"I...I was thinking," he says.

You look over. "Thinking? Seems dangerous."

He scoffs, a small smile pulling at his tired lips. He brushes off your jab, turning to face you and staring at his hands - his fingers dancing in his lap. "I...I know-" Howl sucks in a breath, as if bracing himself for a battle. "I'm sorry about what I said. And I'm sorry I haven't- haven't spoken to you. Trust me, I wanted to. I just..."

He trails off, and you implore him. "Just?"

He sighs again, running a hand through the sunshine of his hair and pulling at the strands. "I missed you," he says.

Your brows furrow, and you send him a flat look. "You ignored me because you missed me?"

"No! I-" Howl groans. "Why are you making this so difficult?"

"Me? How am I making it difficult? You just said-"

"Alright!" He holds up a hand to silence you, and you glare dully. He glances at you and the ends of his lips quirk up, and he shakes his head with a chuckle.

"I missed you," he says. "When you were gone. I was upset that you left and I...I found a way to blame you. In my mind, at least."

He leans back against the couch, the curves of his face illuminated in the light of magnolian tendrils. His eyes are distant and thoughtful, and he pulls his lip between his teeth. His fingers fall to his opposite hand, twisting the ring that rests upon his knuckle. At further inspection, you recognize it as the one you gifted him. Sapphire - it had reminded you of his eyes.

"I guess I didn't realize how much it would affect me: you leaving. I'd grown used to seeing you, to having you around. It's like they all say, isn't it? I didn't realize what I had until it was gone."

You shake your head, eyes trained on the shadow of his profile. "But I didn't leave, Howl. I was only gone a couple of months, I never planned to leave for good. Is that what you thought? That I wasn't coming back?"

"No, I suppose I knew you were coming back. But I couldn't...in the moment I couldn't think of that. You were just gone. I guess that's why I did what I did - spending nights in town and all that." You wince, that uncomfortable burn rising in your throat. "I didn't like it, I just...I just wanted to make for it. For you not being here. But I hated every minute of it, hated myself, and when you came back I - I didn't want to feel it again. Not after what I'd been doing while you were gone."

"Feel what, Howl?"

He turns to you, then, gaze piercing and sure. In his gaze is a certain steadiness, a certainty and softness. "What I felt the day I met you, the day you came home with me, and everyday since. I knew I didn't deserve it."

The backdrop of the castle seems to fade into haze. "What do you mean?"

He laughs, and it's warm. "You really need me to spell it out?"

"Spell what out-"

Howl grasps the back of your head, lifting a thumb to your chin. He tilts you to face him, and you can feel his breath against your lips. His eyes are deep and crinkled at the edges, and there's that familiar spark of joy that he always seems to carry when he's around you. He leans forward and his nose brushes against yours, and you swear your face is on fire.

"Would you like me to show you?"

After a fleeting moment you nod, and your world comes crumbling after that.

Howl presses his lips to yours, and it reminds you of all good things. Of coming home after time away, of bright meadows, of firelight. He winds an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, and the hand that is cupping your cheek moves to smooth away your hair. Your fingers grasp his shirt and dance across his skin, caressing his cheeks and tracing his jaw. You pull away when the need for air become too great, and he keeps his forehead pressed against yours. You breathe, and he smiles, leaning forward once again to plant kisses across your face, and he whispers: "I love you, I love you, I love you."

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 3 years

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Forever & Always: Stage 1 - Denial | Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Witch!Reader; Platonic Avengers x Reader

Words: A little less than 2.2k words

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Grief (Loss of Parent), Depression, Anxiety, Angst, & Fluff (more to be added) If you see something that I missed don't be afraid to tell me.

Synopsis: Y/N “Birdy” (nicknamed by her family), comes from a long line of witches and warlocks, living her days at the New Avengers Compound, alongside her friends. The Avengers are part of her family and her family is always welcome to the compound. Things for once seemed to be going well now that all was right from the attack on Thanos, everyone was alive, all was forgiven, friendships were thriving, that all ended when Birdy’s brother came calling with sad news, their mother had suddenly passed. These are the stages of grief Birdy faces, through the loss of her best friend, her protector, her mother.

Info: The Sebastian edit in the moodboard is done by @nix-akimbo and the dividers are done by @firefly-graphics. A big thank you too @sllooney for beta editing this, all mistakes are mine. I've had this finished for over a week I just hadn't had the heart to post, but I had my laptop out so here it is! I do not give permission for this to be translated or to be posted on other sites without my written permission.

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Baby wails rang through the kitchen as Birdy sat on the floor with her back against the cabinet. She felt exhausted as she tried to calm her speeding heart, her husband was gone on a mission, and she has been left to take care of the 6 month old twins on her own.

Lyra and Grant had been crying since they had woken up this morning at the crack of dawn and it was now noon. Birdy had tried feeding them, rocking them, tummy time, nothing was working. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

Getting up from the floor after making sure the twins were still safe in their playpen in the corner, they both just looked at her red faced, breaking her heart. Birdy made her way to the chalkboard picking up a piece of chalk, writing; Mama HELP! I need you please, I’m having a crisis and I don’t know what to do.

Dramatic? Yes. Effective? Apparently so, because the words 'on my way' appeared immediately under her message. Letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding, Birdy grabbed the pitcher of Orange Blood tea out of the fridge and the shortbread cookies from the jar where she had been hiding them from her husband.

The back door to the kitchen opened and the older Lyra walked in, met by the sounds of her grandbabies wailing their little hearts out. Birdy’s mother looked at her with a soft smile, taking in her daughter's exhausted frame. Her hair was pulled off her face in a ponytail, oversized yoga pants hung loosely on her hips, with a tank and cardigan to match. Birdy looked just about done, but still so beautiful in her mother’s eyes.

“My little Birdy, sit down, I got this.” The mother moved behind her daughter and gently steered her to the breakfast nook, while she went in the direction of the playpen.

“Oh my little cherubs, what seems to be the matter?” Speaking to the babies in a soft voice, the grandmother grabbed Grant and brought him over to his mother, who quickly cradled the bundle of joy in her arms, while she returned for her namesake, cradling her closely, shushing her softly. It didn’t do much but as Lyra sat at the breakfast nook across from her daughter she began to rock the baby in her arms, Birdy copying her mother’s actions, brushing her finger down Grant’s sweet button nose.

“Let’s see… your belly's full, you are clean, warm, nothing seems to be off, I think your Mumma has just forgotten the most important thing, a lullaby!” Birdy looked at her mother with wide eyes, while she simply just smiled at her. “When you were a baby you could be quite fussy as well and the only way to get you to settle down was for me to sing a little lullaby. So I think what these two need is a little diddy and they’ll be right as rain.” Birdy’s mother began to hum one of the ever so familiar songs from her childhood. A song to ease her worries as her mother held her.

“I'm rocking you to sleep, the water's dark and deep inside this ancient heart. You'll always be a part of me.” both babies had stopped crying and were now yawning, holding onto the fingers of the women holding them.

“Goodnight, my angel, now it's time to dream. And dream how wonderful your life will be. Someday your child may cry and if you sing this lullaby, then in your heart, there will always be a part of me.” Little Lyra had drifted off into slumberland, while Grant had gone quiet, his eyes fighting hard to stay open but as Birdy continued to brush her pointer finger down his nose, it was becoming a losing battle.

“Someday we'll all be gone, but lullabies go on and on. They never die, that’s how you and I will be.” Both babies asleep, Birdy looked up at her mother in relief but stopped when she saw the sad look in her familiar eyes.

“Birdy since you were just a Babe in my arms I dreamed this moment over and over again, it never varied until now. I need you to know that I love you so much and I’m so very proud of you, proud of the woman you have become. You are a superhero, not many mothers out there can say their child is a superhero.” it felt as if her heart had dropped to the pit of Birdy’s stomach as she watched her mother put Little Lyra back in the playpen with a kiss to her forehead.

“I’m sharing this moment with you now because I know it’s going to come true for you, but I need you to remember something for me...” Lyra placed her hand on her daughter's cheek, brushing the single tear away. “Remember you were loved by me. That you made my life a happy one, and there is no tragedy in that.” Kissing Birdy on the forehead? Lyra moved towards the back door, her daughter getting up as carefully as possible, hoping not to wake the babies.

“Don’t go please, I love you!”

With a smile on her face Lyra blew a kiss to her daughter and then was out the door.

Birdy gasped sitting up. Wanda, falling off of her, being forced from the comfortable place where she had laid her head on Birdy’s stomach to watch the Breakfast Club in the blanket fort that Peter and Morgan had assembled earlier in the day. The fort took up over half of the New Avengers main living room and sat in front of the television. It's where the duo, Peter and Morgan had hung out and watched cartoons together, waiting for budget meetings and debriefings for the week to be over.

Wanda and Birdy had quickly fallen in love with the fort, and with Peter and Morgan for inviting them inside to help keep the little girl company until her parents were done working for the day. When Morgan had left they had decided to leave it up for a John Hughes movie marathon. Bucky and Steve had come to join the youngest Avengers in watching the films.

All eyes had moved from Breakfast Club to a gasping Birdy. Wanda’s hand was quick to grab hers and give it a reassuring squeeze, trying to pull her from her frantic daze. Birdy’s eyes started to scan the cozy space, seeing that the popcorn was all gone and Peter had stopped mid way to the Jelly Beans, now peering at her in worry. Bucky was on his side looking from her to Steve, as he put his hand on her shoulder, trying to give comfort.

“I’ll go get Mr. Barton and Miss Natasha!” Peter’s quick reflexes had him out of the fort in seconds, without knocking anything down, before anyone could say anything.

Birdy was trying so hard to figure out what was going on. She knew where she was, at the compound. She knew it was Friday, movie nights with Peter and Wanda, and that she had fallen asleep at the end of Weird Science, her least favorite John Hughes movie.

She had been dreaming, yet it felt so real. But she wasn’t carrying a child and she wasn’t even dating anyone, so it made no sense. Also her mother just leaving like that? Strange. The more Birdy thought on the dream the more her head started to hurt. Someone calling her name pulled her from her thoughts and looking up Clint stood crouched above her.

“Hey Kiddo, are you back with us?” Clint held out his hand to Birdy, which she gladly took, letting go of Wanda’s, and allowing the archer to pull her up off the blanketed floor. Natasha stood at the entrance of the fort in her pajamas, looking in, watching as Clint hugged the younger woman. Right away Natasha knew something was off.

“Yeah, I’m sorry you guys, I had the strangest dream and it-” Birdy’s face was scrunched up in almost confusion, as she stared off behind Clint’s shoulder. “-It felt so real.” Her voice died off as Clint hugged her close to him.

“It wasn’t a vision was it?” Natasha moved inside the blanket fort, her question was more of one of concern. Every time that Birdy had a vision, something bad was about to happen or come their way, like the time she had envisioned the meeting with General Ross, the next day the team was torn in two, because of the Sokovia Accords. Birdy just shook her head, it wasn’t a vision that she knew of.

“Well if it was just a dream, I wouldn’t worry too much about it. Wanda and Peter, why don’t you go make chamomile tea. Steve go adjust the temperature? I think it’s a little warm. Bucky do whatever it is you want to do.” Natasha waved the former assassin off, “Clint and I are going to just sit in here with you until you feel better.” Sitting on the loveseat, Natasha patted the empty cushion next to her as Clint guided Birdy to sit next to her.

Before anyone could do what the Black Widow demanded, a gust of wind blew through knocking many of the blankets to the ground. Bucky was up on his feet in flash as none of the windows were open. This gust of wind was not ordinary. Steve moved to the opening of the fort with a pillow in front of him, peeking out into the living room.

In front of the windows facing the vast forestry surrounding the compound, stood Pietro Maximoff and Jasper Valentine, the pair of them holding on to Birdy’s older brother Rory. The trio looked disheveled, eyes bloodshot, and their hair all over the place. Steve felt his body relax when he recognized them, dropping the pillow to the ground. Scoffing, Jasper let go of the warlock first, and made his way forward, hugging Steve.

“Rory Sellar, what have I told you about just portaling unannounced into the compound?” Steve let go of Jasper before he made his way to Pietro, hugging the twin of his teammate, then to Rory, who just cleared his throat and looked to the ground. Pietro shook his head, getting Steve’s attention, immediately the scolding died in Steve’s throat.

“Steve, is Birdy awake?” Rory’s voice cracked as Natasha and Bucky looked out. Bucky gave a slight wave of his hand at the newcomers, while Natasha tilted her head in the direction of the fort. The group made their way inside the massive fort following behind Natasha. Birdy, jumping up from the couch at the sight of her older brother, rushed to give him a hug. Rory took his little sister in his arms, hugging her tightly, as he kissed her on the crown of her forehead.

“I just had the weirdest dream…” Birdy pulled away as she heard Rory sniffle, looking up at him in concern.

“Birdy I’m so sorry, she wouldn’t let me portal to come get you, she said she didn’t want you to see her that way.” Birdy’s face scrunched up in confusion. “I begged her to let me come get you, but she said no, and Dad agreed.” Rory started to let the tears fall.

“Rory, you aren’t making any sense, what is going on?” Pietro was by the warlock's side in an instant, his hand on his shoulder, looking at Wanda, who gasped after reading her twin brother's mind. Wanda looked away with tears in her eyes, hand covering her mouth in shock and sadness.

“What’s wrong? Is everyone okay?” Thousands of questions swam through her head, as her brother grabbed her hand, holding it as Natasha made her way to the younger girl's side.

“It’s mom Birdy, she’s gone.” tears started to build up behind the girl's eyes at her brother's words. Shaking her head, Birdy felt as if the room dropped ten degrees in that moment. “She has gone to be with souls in the great beyond.”

Before anyone knew it Birdy was falling to knees, a cry erupted from her mouth, “No!”

Birdy screamed while the power in the building started to flicker as the walls started to shake. Natasha, at Birdy’s side, pulled her to her side. Steve looked around realizing they needed to get the young witch calmed down or they were going to be in trouble.

“Rory you need to get her out of here, the building isn’t going to be able to handle this sort of shaking.” As he spoke part of the stucco from the ceiling fell on his shoulder.

Rory reached down holding onto his little sister's shoulder and looked back at Clint, “I’ll be right back for you.” In a flash, through a portal, the trio were gone. As fast the shaking and flickering lights had started they had stopped. The rest of the group stood there staring at the empty spot that once was Natasha, Rory and Birdy, feeling a sudden emptiness with the news they had heard. Things were about to change and it was out of their control.

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yesttoheaven · 3 years

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I SEE YOU – chapter III

pairing – arthur fleck x female!reader

wc – 2.6k

warnings – just fluff and a little bit of angst

English is not my first language. I am getting help from google translator and he is not always a good ally, so I apologize for any typos or grammar errors.

Y/N – your name

Y/L/N – your last name

🔴 chapter one. chapter two. chapter three.

The actress looked around, enjoying the apartment where Arthur lived with his mother. The place was small, very different from what she was used to, but this simplicity was nostalgic and reminded her of her childhood; when everything seemed simple, despite the difficulties.

Unfortunately Arthur was still at work, but Penny assured her that he would be back soon and added that Y/N could wait for him. At first Brian didn't approve of this idea, considering that the actress was going to an important dinner tonight, but he should know that it’s impossible to say no to her puppy eyes. Now Brian is probably driving to Misty's house, ready to take her to Y/N's apartment, exactly as they agreed the day before. The only difference would be the absence of the actress, but this would be justified with: "She's at Angelina's." Although the plan was apparently perfect, leaving her alone with practically unknown people was worrisome. Y/N's safety was his responsibility. If something happened to her, Brian would never forgive himself, but she stated with all the letters that she would stay inside the apartment, waiting for him with Arthur and Penny. And they were not bad people.

Y/N didn't like to involve Brian in this web of lies, but Misty knew how to be stifling when she wanted to. Visiting Arthur was not illegal, but she didn't see it that way. In her conception, to be friends with Y/N Y/N/L you need to have a bank account with many zeros after the comma.

Placing her manager at the bottom of her thoughts, Y/N's eyes fell on the small table next to the couch she was on. A few magazines were spread out and a shy smile crossed her lips. She would probably never get used to it.

Noticing the young woman's interest in magazines, Penny said:

"This actress is so graceful."

"You think? I hear only bad things about her." Y/N replied, taking one of the magazines and placing it next to her face, reproducing the cover.

When the realization reached Arthur's mother, she looked at Y/N with wide eyes, thinking it was a mirage caused by the effects of the medicines she used daily. When she opened the door and found the woman on the other side, Penny didn't imagine that Y/N was Y/N Y/L/N, the same woman who is in all these magazines.

"That was my first cover... six years have passed and I'm still nervous on camera." The actress smiled, leaving the magazine with the other copies.

"You need to excuse me, I'm too old for that... I watch your movies with my son and I was unable to recognize you."

"It's all right, these photos are usually a little bit manipulated. Maybe that's why you didn't recognize me."

The conversation continued pleasantly between them. Penny Fleck didn't feel like she was talking to one of Gotham's biggest actresses; Y/N seemed to be just a nice neighbor, the one who always shows up for a visit at the end of the day. They only knew each other for a few minutes, but it didn't matter, Penny was comfortable, sharing with her a little bit of his life with Arthur, or Happy as she used to call her son. The actress considered this point intriguing, because when she met Arthur, sadness was the only thing that existed on his face like a second skin, but maybe she was just impressed.

...

Every day was exactly the same for Arthur. He went to work, spent the day spinning his sign in front of a store or visited sick children in hospitals – this was his favorite; Carnival loved to bring joy to them. The time to return home represented some relief for the clown. This meant that his co-workers would have to wait for the next day to continue making fun of him. Arthur would always be a joke for everyone.

Tired for another exhausting day at work – or just being who he is – all Arthur wanted at that moment was to relax by smoking a cigarette. Dragging himself out of the elevator, he made his way to his old apartment and took the keys out of his pocket to open the door. He warned that he was back, but his mother did not respond. Arthur suspected she was asleep, but as soon as he put his feet in the living room, his body froze.

The likelihood of them seeing each other again was one in a million, but here she was, surprising him once again. There was no plausible explanation for what he was feeling at the moment. Accelerated heart. Sweaty palms. And the most sincere smile of his entire life. Arthur was genuinely happy. Seeing the actress again was enough to erase all his problems. Y/N was like a breath of fresh air to his lungs. There was something about her, something that you notice from a long distance, but that Arthur can't put into words.

"Happy, your friend was waiting for you." Penny broke the silence, bringing them to reality again.

With a smile, Y/N stood up, running her hands over the dress she wore. She approached the man and greeted him in her soft voice:

"Hi, Arthur. How've you been?" Surprised by her own courage, she touched his shoulder and left a kiss on his cheek.

Arthur felt his cheeks turn into two tomatoes and he automatically looked at the ground, hiding a shy smile in the corner of his lips. But knowing that she was waiting for an answer, he took a deep breath, looking at her again and saying:

"Hey, I'm... I'm good. How about you?"

"I couldn’t be better. I hope I'm not bothering you, your mom said I could stay to wait for you."

"Don't say that, you never bother, dear! Now I'm going to leave you two alone so you can talk." The woman tried to get up and Arthur quickly moved to stand beside her, helping Penny back to the bedroom.

It was easy to see how much he loves his mother.

A few minutes later, Arthur was back in the living room, looking a little nervous about the situation. It was possible to state that the actress felt the same way, remembering the reason that brought her to the other side of the city. She didn't want to say anything in front of Penny, but now she could and the words were stuck in her throat.

"I don't know where to start... I'm so sorry for the way you were treated. They couldn't have done that to you, Arthur."

"How d-did you know?"

"Brian talked to the receptionist..." She said, biting her lower lip in an attempt to control herself, but that was not enough. "I'm so mad at Susan! Who does she think she is to treat you that way?"

"Don't be m-mad at her because of me... It's okay, I'm used to it." Arthur replied, trying to reassure the actress. The last thing he wanted to do was be responsible for erasing her smile, but his words made Y/N even more concerned.

"What are you saying?"

"My life is... different from yours." He murmured, shaking his shoulders as if it didn't matter, but the sad expression on his face showed just the opposite. "I d-don't want to bother you with my stupid problems. This is not worth your time."

"But I have all the time in the world to hear you. Please tell me..." Y/N insisted, still trying to understand what he meant by 'I'm used to it'.

Susan had compared Arthur to a criminal; someone dangerous. She judged him by his appearance. His actions. His somewhat confused way of speaking. No. This is not normal. This is not something that Arthur should just 'get used to'.

"C-Can I get you something to drink?" He asked, shifting the focus of the conversation in the blink of an eye. Just a few more words and he could feel the laughter in the back of his throat, begging to leave. And that was not what he wanted.

"But..." The actress tried again, but acknowledged it was time to stop. She showed one of her beautiful smiles and that was enough to warm the man's heart. "Water, please."

Following Arthur into the kitchen, she stood by the door, watching him. Arthur was not a bad person – and he wasn't a criminal either, as Susan thought. Y/N just wanted to have the opportunity to get to know him better. It was as if the man still has his face paint on; as if he were still Carnival and she desperately wanted to meet the man hiding behind the paint, but Y/N understood that invading his space was not the best way to achieve this.

"Oh, thanks!" She thanked him, holding the cup and drinking, as they walked back to the living room. Pointing to the magazines, she fired: "These magazines are old... Are you a collector or something?"

"Not exactly... It was a few months ago, this guy was throwing the magazines in the trash because nobody wanted to buy, but he sold it to me for half the price..." Arthur's eyes widened when he realized what he had said. He scratched the back of his neck, completely embarrassed, but the actress just started laughing.

"It's okay, Arthur. I like your sincerity." She added, finding the situation funny. "But tell me, what is your favorite?"

The man pointed to the third magazine without thinking twice. Unlike the others, this cover was focused only on Y/N's angelic face. She was holding a white rose; the petals of the flower touching her lips painted in bright red.

"You have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen in my life." He thought aloud, making her blush with his sincere words.

Y/N was constantly praised. Men and women. Different ages. Nationalities. Some were adorable, others completely depraved, but no one was able to make her feel what she was feeling right now.

Arthur was surprised at himself. This trust was not constant in his life, but close to her, it was as if he wanted to try. It was easy, because he was just telling the truth. Her smile was beautiful.

"So... what is this?" After a few minutes of silence, she asked, pointing again at the small table in the center of the living room.

"Oh, this is my journal!" The man picked up his journal and sat down next to her on the couch. "My therapist forced me to have one. I write my thoughts, some new jokes and other things..."

"I love jokes, but I need to confess that clowns are not my point."

"Don't you like clowns?" Arthur was not angry with her, in fact he thought it was funny. "How is this possible?"

"Don't judge me! It's nothing personal... I don't hate them completely, i just get a little nervous." Y/N started to laugh, being accompanied by him. When the laughter stopped, she said: "Now the million dollar question... What did you think of 'Midnight Seduction'? But you need to promise me that you will be honest with your criticism, right?"

The man shook his head in agreement.

"So I can start by saying that the ending was not as I expected, she died..." Arthur knew it was just a fictional death, but Y/N's flawless performance took that scene to another level. He was paralyzed by her talent. Y/N was definitely born to shine. Her filmography was rich.

"My Diana..." The actress spoke fondly about the character, remembering the day she read the script for the first time. Nobody was expecting this. "I like to imagine that she had a second chance. No prostitution. No drugs. Without HIV. And with someone by your side to love."

"This is a good ending, I like it... Rosalind was the only person who cared about her."

"Oh, did you notice?" Y/N asked, leaving the glass of water on the table. "I mentioned this in an interview, but the next day everyone was distorting my words!"

"It's just... love. What's wrong with that?"

"Unfortunately some people will never understand what love is."

Looking at Y/N and Arthur, it was possible to see that they were opposite poles. Their lives were completely different, but it was intriguing how they always found a connection. Time passed quickly, but they were still involved in a long conversation. Y/N loved to hear the man tell about his work as a clown – obviously he didn't mention the bad side. The actress told about NGOs, some trips around the globe and the preparation to play her characters. Each character was a new challenge and Arthur found it fascinating that she lived several lives in just one.

When the conversation followed a delicate path, Y/N considered changing this path, but she gave up and stood up, walking around the living room with a nostalgic smile growing on her lips. Arthur watched a few interviews, but hearing the actress speak directly to him about her childhood in Narrows was different. She lived in a simple house with her mother and brother. The situation was not easy, they did not have much money. Today her mother and brother are living in France, enjoying a wonderful life because of Y/N and her promising career. She missed them. She talked to them on the phone every day, but that was her best decision. Gotham has become a hostile, completely violent city, but it was in the middle of this violent city that her life changed...

"I was working at a restaurant in the downtown when Misty saw me in that hideous uniform..." Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "She said I was too pretty to clean shitty toilets, but cleaning shitty toilets was what puts money on the table at the end of the month... So she said she had an indecent proposal for me. I figured she would offer me a job at a nightclub... I probably would have accepted it. I was desperate to help my family, but she asked if i would like to be famous... A simple answer, "yes" and see how I look six years later. That horrible uniform became the most expensive designer dresses in the world, my mom has a beautiful house and everything she deserves, my little brother is having all the support for his studies and that girl with dreams turned into a famous actress, but..."

Unhappy.

Y/N completed in her mind, she was not strong enough to say that. She was also not ungrateful. Misty turned the girl's life into a fairy tale, but at the same time it took her life. In six years, she never had a break. Her manager was always bringing her a new job. The actress knew this was important for her career, but she didn't have time for anything other than work. She didn't have time to visit her own family. She was stuck.

Arthur heard someone knock on the door, but he kept his eyes on Y/N. The woman was in absolute silence and close to tears. Her smile was gone. She was suffering in front of him and he didn't know what to do to get this pain out of her.

"You should check this out." She murmured and at first he didn't react, but when the person knocked on the door again, Arthur stood up.

The actress took advantage of the moment to compose herself, trying to normalize her breathing, but when she heard that voice, her body just froze. The next minute the redhead appeared in the living room holding her Prada bag and looking at everything with an expression of disgust, but when she saw Y/N, she said:

"Mon cher, why didn't you tell me you wanted to visit your new friend? You know you don't have to lie to me."

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a/n – likes and reblogs are appreciated but honestly I’d love to know what you all think of this one. really hope you enjoy it and thank you soooo much for reading ♡

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sailingintothenight · 3 years

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“Put your head on my Shoulder.” T.H. Imagine.

Summary: And what if after years of chasing each other like a cat and mouse, on a magical night where you two have to pretend to be a couple, you are finally able to say how you really feel about each other?

A/N: Hello everyone, after a while, and because a couple of people asked me, I wrote the second part of this story, "WANNABE", but you don't have to read it to understand this one. Anyway, I really hope you like it. Please give this story a lot of love. Thank you - V.

Tom Holland hates not being able to hate you.

The secret of his hate is because of your vanity, your selfish and free heart, your tender smile, the dimple that forms on your left cheek and your dreamy eyes that look at your grandfather as if he were the first man that you have ever loved — because you did.

Tom hates you because under a starry night, in the midst of a crowd of people and soothing music, you make your way through the mortals wearing a velvety wine red strapless dress that is lust itself on your body, black boots (velvet too) that cover you up to the knees and are as hot as hell, and your chocker - a gift from your father - from which a cross hangs, that is a tempting invitation for a sinner like him.

You are his angel with a devilish smile: but tonight, Tom Holland hates that, despite possessing all those qualities, and many more, he can only see the tenderness in your eyes when you look at your grandfather, or when you talk about him, and your smile that becomes as adorable as the face you were born with.

“You are like… staring much. Don't you think?" Harrison chuckles beside him, making Tom look away from you and your way of receiving the guests scattered around the place.

"Shit, Tom, if you turned a little faster you would look like the exorcist." Harry continues with the bland jokes, the same ones that make Sam, Harry and Tuwaine smile.

"Shut up." Tom hisses, taking a sip of his beer as he looks back at his group of friends.

But this story is not about you, but about Tom Holland, your lifelong neighbor, who you never had a conversation with other than to annoy each other, who you used to call idiot when nobody but him heard you, who used to laugh at you while filming Avengers: infinity war, endgame and finally, Spider-man: Far From Home, who used to hold your hand when you were kids because your parents were best friends, the same Tom who now drinks and look at you while you warmly greet each guest who has come to celebrate the birthday of the second man you know loved you.

“How is possible that you and he are the only two famous people at this party? What a waste of fame. Sigh." Danielle, your best friend whispers dramatically, just as you both stop at the bar to pick up more drinks.

"I'd feel sorry for you if you actually sighed." You give her a know-it-all smile, one that invites you to earn a playful slap on the butt from her.

"Please baby, I need to get something out of our friendship, otherwise this isn't working." She makes a gesture between her and you, the same sign that a boyfriend would make before breaking up.

"Tom Holland is here, why don't you go meet him?" You joke as you take the tray and walk with her by your side talking about Tom, although he was not news to you two.

"No thanks. But you can't deny that he looks sooo good. Only HE can look adorable and sexy at the same time. With those good boy eyes and wild muscles under his plain white T-shirt. Like Wow." She makes an expression of surprise, and the sound of an explosion as if her head cannot bear so much information that causes you so much laughter. "Seriously, please take that hottie. I'm sure your grandmother sent it to you as a gift."

You giggle, but your heart races at the thought of his breaking, because even though he and Hanna Johnson were never official, maybe he thought they were so. And after breaking up with her, he was back in London.

You suspected that was the reason behind his break.

"I would, but I don't love you as much as you think." You joke, just the moment you get to the table where your dear grandfather and your grandmother's friends, are, talking about you.

With just your young age, the world was a bright place for you, but here you are now, feeling how your best hits in movies escape from your hands like sand thanks to the endless words that spring from between the wrinkled lips of your grandmother's best friends, in the garden of your own house, adorned with crowded wooden tables and Christmas lights shining on you.

"Life goes by so fast, honey, you won't have that hot body for life." Says Mrs. Lee, who, at 89, still plays to be a 20-year-old from time to time. "You are... 24? 25? And you haven't had a single boyfriend yet."

"What do achievements matter if you don't have the most important thing, cutie?" Mrs. Russell asks, clicking her tongue in approval at her own words. “There are so many beautiful boys out there. My granddaughters want to be like you, but what will I tell them if you've never had a taste of real life? You are very innocent and that can work against you. You can have a little more fun while still being a lady, you know?"

Although in your cheeks bloom a crimson glow, you are aware that her words are offensive.

"You could tell the twins that you can be successful without fucking every chocolate-covered hottie that makes you an unseemly proposition." You murmur between tight lips, knowing well that the women in front of you need more than a whisper to hear certain truths. “I mean, you could tell Amy and Anne to work hard if they want to be actresses. The world is sexist, but, hey, here I am - besides, who says I don't have a boyfriend?"

You raise an eyebrow at your own question, winning several curious glances that seem to pierce you, even your grandfather, who stares at you more astonished than anyone.

"Really?" Mrs. Russell smiles, and her red lips gleam in the night. "And who is he?"

"Uh... well... I..." You giggle in a trance thanks to the bitter taste of the liquor that has your mind under a spell, leaving you completely blank and without a coherent response. "He is…"

"Hello, love." Tom presses his body against yours, suddenly, out of nowhere, wrapping his arm around your waist, so firm that you feel the pressure of his rolex in his left hand. "Hello, ladies. I heard you talking about me and I couldn't help but come and save my girl from this sea of questions about who her boyfriend is. You thought I wasn't real, huh? I know my angel here is a little shy about our relationship, but there is no problem, love, you know you can show off what a good boyfriend I am with whoever you want…"

Tom smiles and enchants the older women who smile back at him, as if they are in love with his youth and his face that has it all: his cloud-fluffy brown hair that is combed to the side and back, the sparkle in his gaze and the way he smiles, making the corners of his eyes crinkle, right down to that funny eyebrow that everyone finds adorable.

From his lovely face and well-defined jaw to his personality and strong English accent: Tom looked like an angel from heaven, perhaps the devil himself because how dangerous his charm could be.

"Oh honey, I didn't know you and Tom were dating." Mrs. Lee says, with an expression between happy and sad. "My granddaughters thought they might have a chance with you, darling."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Lee." Tom answers, with a hint of happiness and pride in his voice. "I'm already taken and I like it that way."

"Yes!" You say with surprise when Tom gives you a squeeze with the hand that is holding you, shooting you a loving look to encourage you to speak. "I mean... He is."

You smile at the audience, especially at your grandfather and Danielle, who seem to have their suspicions.

"Tom..." Says Roy, your grandfather, who averts his narrowed eyes from your gaze to his, just to become the happiest person in the world as he clasps his hands in a sign of prayer. “I didn't know that you and my darling (Y/N) were together. I'm so happy! I'm sure my beloved Jules is happy too. Couldn't have asked for a better grandson."

"Thank you very much, Roy." Tom says, and it's so natural that he seems sincere. "I wanted to tell you, but we wanted to wait for our relationship to grow stronger."

"Yeah, you know that there are many actresses, blondes and blue eyes actresses who want to eat this hottie." You say and Tom laughs, nervous.

"Well, if you'll excuse us, I'd like to speak to my girlfriend in private for a moment."

Guiding you all the way, you and Tom turn around in the direction of the glass doors of your house that connect to the kitchen, breathing in the warm air from the warm walls the moment you two walk in.

"Good acting, Tom." You smile as you take a grape from the kitchen counter. "Not enough to win an EMMY but-"

"Ha. You are funny. But now I want to talk to you about something…” Tom smiles, too, giving you a devilish look, as if he never rests from it. "You owe me a favor, love."

"Of course not!" You defend yourself, nervous of the sudden change in the conversation. “You came alone like a prince on a horse. I did not call you. I do not owe you anything."

"Are you sure about that?" Tom laughs, as if he really enjoyed the moment. “Because I can go there and tell them the truth. I told you it's pathetic that you've never had a boyfriend. Besides, I wouldn't want to break Roy's heart, he looked so happy to know that his dearest granddaughter is with a good man."

You cross your arms, uneasy with the fact that you've never really fallen in love with someone, while seriously thinking about how happy, and probably relieved, your granddfather is to see that his granddaughter is with someone like Tom, who, despite of everything, yes, was a good boy.

"Okay. What do you want?"

"I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend in front of my parents."

You laugh inadvertently, although deep down you want to know if what was being said about Hannah and him was true.

"Why?"

"Everyone thinks Hannah dumped me and I don't want to see myself as a loser in front of my family and have them keep asking questions about her, it's exhausting."

"Eh, too late for that." You sigh, and Tom looks at you hopefully. "You were a loser long time ago, Tom, sorry."

"I hate you." Tom laughs.

"The feeling is mutual." You look away, and in a second you decide to contemplate why agreeing to be his fake girlfriend would be a bad decision, and why you would do it anyway. “Okay, but you know you can't call me darling. And stop looking at my chest, perv."

Tom laughs, looking up your chest into your eyes.

"It's not my fault you have worn that dress, but it seems that despite everything you didn't have a boy's body all this time. Congrats."

"Idiot."

Tom and his dreamy eyes smile as he opens the glass door for you, stepping aside so you can go out onto the field and do the performance of your life, which you discover would be more difficult than you thought as both of you approach the table on the left side of the place, where your family - made up of your mom, your dad and your older brother - are with his. So, in silence, and to let them be the ones to carry out the conversation of your supposed relationship, Tom remains standing next to you, leaving a space between Harry and him for you.

"Oh, yeah. Last night I got the iPad with the script of the Devil all the time." You say, to continue the conversation that your brother Ethan started, smiling at you. "My character falls in love with the poor and broken Arvin Russell."

Tom chuckles.

“And (Y/N) is a cold and rich bi—… girl who treats me like shit until I save her from her dad, the reverend and the crazy couple of rapists. I think you will play that role very well, love." And again and against your will, Tom brings you closer to him placing his arm around your waist, so close that his proximity makes you red.

So much so that you must place a hand on your exposed chest so that his gaze does not fall on that specific place.

“Bet your pretty ass I will. And then we will flee together into the sunset with a happy ending after killing 4 people."

His family and yours are too stunned to say a word, but just at the moment when you think they will shout hallelujah to the sky or to mention you are Frenemies, Dom makes a fist and a victory gesture with a loud yes!

“I told you they would be together before they were 25! pay me!" He yells happily at your dad, who, next to him, grunts as he searches for his wallet in his pants.

“Couldn't you wait until you turned 25, honey? It was only a few months away."

"What the hell?" Tom says, watching your father leave a $100 bill in Dom's hand.

"It's a silly thing they did when they were drunk." Nikki says, as she joins her hands in prayer just like your grandfather, just as happy as he. "It was about time you decided to be together."

"I didn't know that Tom could love someone other than Tessa." Your brother jokes.

"I didn't know anyone could love Tom more than Tessa." Harry jokes, but in his eyes you can see that part of him means it.

"Is this serious?" Your mom says, raising an eyebrow.

"It is." Tom says, and his voice is as solemn as his expression. "Mom, Dad, everyone, I want to marry this woman... someday."

Along with the expressions of happiness and surprise, theirs and yours, your brother breaks the silent while looking like a hawk at Tom.

"Her favorite color?"

"Blue." He answers, without missing a second.

"Favorite book?"

"Jane Austin's Pride & Prejudice."

"Coffee, hot or cold?"

"It depends on the season."

"Seafood?"

"Banned forever."

"Very well, you have my blessing to marry my sister." Your brother nods, like a wise old man, while you, foolishly, think of two things, how quickly he responded, and how well he knew you.

"Just that?" You question, partly offended. "Why better not give him 2 cows for my honor?"

"That's a good idea." Tom responds. "We already have a chicken so..."

You snort just like the idea of Tom buying a chicken just because there were no eggs in the store is spinning in your head, but at that very moment, your words die on your lips as Rose, your aunt and your grandfather's eldest daughter, has taken the command of the party to indicate that the most important thing of the night has arrived: the dance that your grandfather and grandmother used to have, when she was still alive.

Like a fairy tale, every couple in love gathers in the center of the garden while the song “Put your head on my shoulder” by Paul Anka begins to float in the London air that is suddenly flooded with love, to such an extent point that threatens to drown you in it.

"Would you like...?" Tom is nervous, and lets the question hang in the air.

Your breathing becomes agitated, it becomes irregular as your parents and his join the other couples, wild as your heart that beats with the fierceness of a caged animal seeking freedom.

You want to say no, but the crystallized look and happiness that you achieve in your grandfather's eyes are the impulse you need to avoid breaking his heart with the truth.

"Okay."

Tom takes your hand gently and guides you to the makeshift dance floor, placing his hands on your waist to imitate the elders.

Inside and out, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was still as beautiful as the first one he saw you when you were children; but of course, now as adults, everything was different: you were stronger, more mature, more self-confident, wilder and indomitable. But Tom didn't judge your insecurity, he never did, because you had trouble trusting in a future love that could be so real that it seemed a fairy tale - like the ones your father had read to you before bed - as deep as Roy's pain at losing his beloved Jules.

And it is then that Tom realized everything.

That's why you didn't want to be called darling, just because your grandfather used to call his great love that way. Why you never had a boyfriend. Of why you had never wasted your love giving it to someone you knew you would never have a future with, just the way he did with Hannah. Of why you have never been able to give your sincere love to someone else.

Because we're so hopeful at the beginning of things, it seems that there is only one world to gain, nothing to lose, and suddenly, we lose someone whom God knew we deeply love, leaving us with nothing but a void where there must be a beating heart.

And that's when the applause dies down, the silence overwhelms you two, time runs out and life forces you to look into each other's eyes to wonder, without words, why you did the things you did and the things you didn't.

"I'm in love with you."

"Don't."

You say the words at the same time, although they are not the words you expect to hear from the other.

And then you smile sadly, slightly because you no longer have the strength, because your body seems numb from the little alcohol you have drunk and because it seems that the world is leaning to one side with his love confession, but you also smile because Tom still has that adorable face, and a funny eyebrow that you were dying to fix. Just for fun. Just to touch him.

"You're not in love with me, you're just sad about Hannah." You whisper, desperately waiting for the song you have loved for so long to come to an end so you can flee from his arms.

"No, you don't understand, now I can see that it's you, it's always been you." Tom hates himself because he can't put his feelings and his memories into words, but his hands secure you in your place so that you don't leave, not before he can tell you a little of what he was hiding in his mind. “Since we were children I held your hand: in kindergarten, on the way home, to the park around the corner. I don't know why it is now that I can see you, always there in every step of my life, being my best friend even when we said words to annoy each other. I don't know much about love, but I know that it should make you feel good, give you peace, and that's what I feel with you. I feel at home with you, no matter where we are. And we have been in several countries away from home, but you feel like my home. And I am in love with you, and I only ask that you give me the opportunity to love the way you deserve to be loved."

You have a world of words, sharp as a knife, that could kill his confession, but against all, and because this is the first time you feel in love, you lift your hand from his shoulder, a little shaky, to brush your thumb against his brow, soft, delicate and loving, as a lover should be when loving someone for the first time.

"I still hate you."

Tom smiles and you both share a look of hope, staying in the foreground, just to be a participant in the main scene of this beautiful love story that would only be the beginning of a long night in the bright sky of your lives, the one that is like a painting made of watercolors, colors that spill over each other just to create a perfect combination, just like you two together in the eyes of any art lover.

"Not me, no. I love you."

And after that, Tom leans down a bit, feeling the softness of your lips in a real kiss, the first of many to come.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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CREEP

Prompt: Based of the song Creep by Radiohead

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Jon Moxley x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, angst

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @marlananicole , @sassymox , @bellalutionn , @yungbludjazz360

Notes: I am completely in love with this 🥺❤️ If you’d like to check out my previous works, you can find them on my Masterlist 😉

When you were here before

Couldn't look you in the eye

You're just like an angel

Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather

In a beautiful world

I wish I was special

You're so fuckin' special

“That’s what I am to her: a fucking creep! It’s pretty pathetic actually... Once upon a time I was a bad boy and a heartbreaker, and now, I’m just a bad boy with a broken heart” I scoffed, taking a sip of my whiskey

“It must be the end of the world” Josh, the bartender (and my best friend) said “Jon Moxley whining over the loss of a piece of ass” He cackled

“Hey! Don’t fucking talk about her like that! She’s not just a piece of ass, she’s the woman of my dreams!” I pretended to cough, so I could muffle my incoming sobs and hide the tears threatening to run down my face

“It’s ok, Mox. Go on man, let it out” He patted my shoulder “Even I cried when Jenny said she was going to file for divorce. I understand you, bro”

“I’m not crying” I dried my wet cheeks

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here

“Do you think she was too perfect for me, Josh?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean... why did she accept his proposal and not mine?” I asked, confused

“Did you propose to her?” Josh frowned

“No, but I love her! I can even see myself wearing one of those stupid suits for her” My mind flooded with memories “On the rare occasion I was obligated to wear one, she always said that ‘I was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen!’ “ I laughed “And I answered ‘I see you don’t get out much, then’ and she always got so mad!” I smirked “Said I had no idea how special I was…” A bitter taste suddenly took over my tongue “Yeah, ‘special’, so fucking ‘special’ she left me for that asshole!” I gulped the last bit of whiskey, and told Josh to fill my glass up again

I don't care if it hurts

I wanna have control

I want a perfect body

I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice

When I'm not around

So fuckin' special

I wish I was special

“Truth be told, Mox, you never made that much effort to let her know how you felt”

“Did I need to? Fuck, I was so into her that EVERYBODY mocked me! Even you, jackass”

Josh laughed loudly, before saying “Yeah, but that’s no reassurance for anyone, man! You left her waiting in your apartment while you came here with the other wrestlers to celebrate whenever you won a match, you let ring rats touch you when she was looking-“

“I NEVER cheated on her! I could never do that to her!” I interrupted him

“And still, you ‘loved her’ so much-“

“LOVE, not loved” I corrected

“Yet she came here so many times, sat in that very same stool you’re on, drank on that same glass you’re drinking right now and asked ‘what was she doing wrong that you hated to be with her?’ “

“What? What are you talking about?” I stared at him in shock

“While you were out in one of your ‘after match parties’, Y/N used to come here, when the thoughts of what you were doing with other women became unbearable for her to deal with alone. She drank, cried, begged me to help her. And the only answer I could give to her was ‘That’s just Mox, being Mox, sweetheart’ “ He sighed “And she said that one day she was going to get tired of it….and so she did” Josh turned around and began to wash the dirty glasses

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here

My eyes were already incredibly puffy from my non stop crying. I had lost count of how many drinks, cigarettes, sleepless nights I’d had...I felt like I’ve been crying forever. It’s so ridiculous…

I was at the balcony, staring out at the cold night sky, and taking one last drag of my cigarette, when suddenly, I saw a woman wandering down the street.

She appeared so sad, lost and looked as if she had been crying for a while. I don’t know what took over me, but I rushed down the fire escape stairs, barefoot and no shirt as I made my way to the street

“Hey, miss? Are you ok?” I asked, touching her shoulder lightly

She turned around and my heart stopped

She's running out the door (run)

She's running out

She run, run, run, run,

Run…

“Y/N?” I smiled in disbelief, and she just stared at me

“Baby? It’s me, it’s Jon. Are you ok? What happened?” I frowned when she didn’t answer. She was also barefoot, wearing only her old Aerosmith shirt and a pair of pajama pants

“Y/N?” I called, but she continued to be quiet

“Kitten?” I tried her pet name and she finally looked at me

“Jon?” She asked, uncertain

“Yes, baby” I smiled “It’s me. What are you doing out-“ She cut me off with a tight hug, and began to sob uncontrollably

“Hey, it’s ok. You’re ok. Shhh” I cooed “Let’s go upstairs” I kissed her hair “C’mon, cherry. You’re freezing!”

Whatever makes you happy

Whatever you want

You're so fuckin' special

I wish I was special

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here

“Can you tell me what happened?” I asked her, as calmly as I could

“I can’t be with him, Jon...I just can’t”

She had so much pain in her voice that I had to ask

“Did he do something to you? Put his hands on you? Touch you without consent? Go out with some other chick?”

She shook her head “No, he’s not like that”

I sighed in relief. *Good, because if he was, he would be a dead man!* I thought to myself

“What is it then, kitten?”

“That” She points at me “That’s the problem! The words, the touch...it’s not the same! He’s not what I want, not what I need” She sobbed

“Y/N, what-“

“I can’t marry him! I canceled my wedding three days ago because of you! It’s all your fault!” She stood up from the couch and began to hit me anywhere she could reach, and I let her

“Your fucking fault!” Her punches started to get weaker and weaker, until she was struggling to catch her breath

“Why can’t I hate you? I want to! But I can’t” She looked up at me, with tears in her eyes “What have you done to me?” She whispered

“I have loved you, kitten” I held her face in the palms of my hands “I have loved you since I first laid eyes on you” I kissed her forehead “And I will love you until I stop breathing” I kissed her lips like it was the last time I would ever see her.

Even though I hoped it wasn’t …

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hanna-writess · 4 years

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Title: I made a mistake, love.. (Oneshot)

Characters: Adrian, Amy, Laura.

Warnings: arguing, mentions of cheating, a little sadness but fluff overall.

Notes: hi guys! I'm so sorry I haven't written fanfic for Adrian and Amy in awhile, but I lost inspiration for awhile :( BUT! I made this fanfic for a very special friend of mine (more like a sister) @adriansbiss ! Happy birthday Angel, I love you so damn much and you're the best, I hope you like this 💖❤ (everyone go follow her 💗 sorry this is late, it's a bit sad in the beginning but it's a fluffy ending)

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I watched as Amy sat on the couch, a warm blanket covering her body, her glasses hanging a little as she read her book, zoned out from her surroundings. I stood at the front door, in the dark thinking. Was it true? Should I ask her or not? Will it end badly? All of those doubts swarmed around in my mind, but I couldn't go on without knowing.

I took off my jacket and sweater vest, along with my shoes before walking closer to her, gently kissing her head as she jolted a little in surprise. But smiled nonetheless, I returned it with a small smile and sat beside her, carefully wrapping my arm around her waist, it was now or never.

I froze for a moment, just admiring her features. Her smile, beautiful brown eyes, long wavy blonde hair with hints of brown, soft almost tan skin covered by a sweater. But I shook myself out of that, it was too easy getting caught up in my own thoughts.

I finally got the courage to speak up and calmed down "have you been sleeping with Anthony Richards?" I saw her smile fade, and how she gently pulled away from me, sadness and a hint of anger lingering in her eyes. "How could you ask me that? I would never cheat on you Adrian!"

I couldn't tell if she was lying or not, because she was great at putting on an act or shielding herself from any pain, it was what she was used to. And to a certain point I couldn't blame her, but now I needed the truth. And used the other side of me, the one she sort of disliked. The demanding and strong headed side of me. "Amy.. I want the truth"

I watched as the love in her eyes was slipping away, and tears were taking that place, she held the book close to her and shook her head, letting tears slide down her cheeks. "I can't believe you. I married you, I had your daughter even though it was supposedly impossible, I risked my life and died for you and our friends, I stay by your side through it all, and you accuse me of cheating after all this time?"

I sighed and felt guilt building inside me, rising up and threatening to spill out. She was right though, about everything she'd given up to be with me, how she couldn't see her family or travel, or go out in the sun like she used too. How she saved my life countless times before, got through being a newborn vampire all while trying to channel her powers, while being chased by two insane power seeking gods.. oh how I had messed up.

"Amy I know how it sounds but the rumors-" she scoffed and got up, standing up tall and brave, anger radiating off her. I was in for it now "you're basing this off of rumors?! What will it take for you to trust me Adrian! Know you for hundreds of years like Kamilah? Or Serafine and how she gained your trust by "helping" you and Kamilah- oh wait no, you just slept with her."

I winced at that last comment, she had her father's temper and it wasn't always a good thing, but right now I deserved this, I couldn't have been more naive. "Amy.. I'm sorry.. it was wrong to even accuse you love.." I was a little nervous to look her in the eye, knowing they were probably burning with a passion.

"Oh no, don't try and get all lovey dovey now, I can't believe you Adrian. I've heard rumors, seen things that made me terrified, or how women love to touch you wherever they can when I'm not around, or how in Paris you seemed to care about Serafine more than me, I never said anything because I love you, and trusted you! It seems that trust only goes one way."

I felt built eating away at me more fiercely, tearing me apart and breaking me apart. I wanted to gently grab her and hold her, kiss her all over and beg for her to forgive me and stop being so upset, but I knew she didn't want that right now and probably wouldn't for awhile. I tried speaking, my voice coming out quiet as ever.

"I understand Amy.. you can be mad at me, I deserve it. But.. please don't leave" she had her arms crossed and her breathing was low and shallow, she looked at me directly in the eyes, her eyes glinting in the light, showing a little compassion. But her walls were still up very high, which made me sad on the inside.

"I'd never leave Adrian, we have children together. But we'll be sleeping in separate beds tonight, see you in the morning." I watched as she walked off upstairs to one of the spare bedrooms and closed the door behind her, I groaned and fell back onto the couch. Feeling my heart pound in my chest, as I turned down the brightness of the lights. I closed my eyes and covered my face with my hands. Thinking as I sinked in guilt deeper and deeper.

Then after a few minutes, I felt a small form crawl beside me, surely not Amy. I removed my hands and opened my eyes, seeing little Laura curled up in my side, her arms holding me. My worries slowly slipped away and I wrapped an arm around her, gently moving aside her wavy hair, and tucking it behind her ear.

I leaned down and kissed her head, then she nuzzled me and I could tell she was wide awake, hard to believe she stayed awake until midnight to see me, only being 5 years old. She opened her eyes and smiled lightly, her eyes just like mine.

She was a perfect mixture between me and Amy, and she buried her face in the crook of my neck, her small quiet breath fanning there. I chuckled softly and gently rubbed her back, she could be clingy most of the time which I loved.

Then her small voice chimed up, in a whisper "could I sleep with you and mommy tonight..? I had a bad dream.." I sighed and watched as she held me tight, that was the third nightmare this week and I couldn't bear seeing her scared, so me and Amy always gave in and said yes.

"Well.. mommy is sleeping in a different room tonight.. she.. wants some time alone, but you could still come in our room and share the bed with me" she nodded and held onto me as I picked her up and carried her upstairs, she was slightly shaking which made me frown.

but when I set her down under the covers and turned off the light, but kept on a small night light, she looked calmer now. I relaxed a little, seeing her scared like this made me tense but knowing she felt safe with me or Amy, or just both of us was a relief.

I kissed her head and rubbed her arm "I need to get changed and get ready for bed, will you be okay for a few minutes?" She nodded and buried herself further under the covers, I walked to the closet and closed the door, changing into a pair of black sweatpants and then white t-shirt.

I neatly folded my clothes neatly and then went to the bathroom, washing my face and combing my disheveled hair a little, then brushed my teeth and turned out the lights and walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later.

I yawned and got under the covers and looked at Laura, her eyes closed and her form curled up, the covers wrapped comfortably around her, I smiled and laid back, keeping one arm around her while I closed my eyes, falling into a deep slumber.

*the next morning*

I woke up and moved a little, but felt two small arms wrapped around me, I yawned and rubbed my eyes before opening them, seeing Laura right beside me, fast asleep and drooling a little, which made me chuckle quietly but smile. I carefully lifted one of her arms off me and replaced my spot with a pillow, which she held close to her.

I got up and went to the bathroom, closing the door behind myself and looking in the mirror, my hair messy and my eyes tired but the same, my clothes wrinkled but comfortable. I washed my face and grabbed the towel, drying all the water off and then brushed my teeth

I turned on the shower, making sure the water was warm before getting in, I took 5 minutes but it didn't matter because nobody was up, and Laura was a heavy sleeper. I got out and dried off, putting on a grey sweater and black pants and combed my hair.

After a second I heard giggling outside and was surprised, it was still early. I unlocked the door and peeked out, seeing Amy sitting on the bed with Laura as they talked, the tv was on but was quiet enough that they weren't paying much attention, soon enough they laid down and got under the covers, watching the tv in a comfortable silence.

I closed the door and cleaned up the bathroom, throwing the towel I used in the hamper along with my clothes from the night before. Then walked out and after a minute they looked at me, Laura smiling and getting up, off the bed and over to me, hugging my waist. I chuckled and picked her up, kissing her head "have a good sleep?" She nodded and leaned her head on my chest

"What are we having for breakfast daddy?" I looked at her, her smile present and eyes shining with happiness. "What do you want sweetheart?" She went silent for a moment, thinking. She could be picky sometimes but it was cute, then she said "waffles and bacon!" I chuckled and gently tickled her. "Alright, that sounds good, you go get dressed while I talk to mom for a second"

She kissed my cheek and then ran out of the room as soon as I set her down and then I looked at Amy, her gaze was a bit cold but better then last night, I could tell her anger died down now, which I was thankful for.

"I'm sorry about last night Amy, I just.." I sighed, not knowing how to continue, not having an excuse for accusing her, it was just nerves. I could see now they were just friends. "I shouldn't have accused you, I listened to others when I should have just trusted you, I know you're friends with him and there' nothing wrong with that"

I walked closer and sat beside her, gently taking her hands in mine, kissing them. "Forgive me, love?" Her expression and she had a light smile on her features, her hands intertwining with mine, then she leaned closer and wrapped her arms around me.

"Of course I can.. and I'm sorry for overreacting.. I just need to control my temper a little better" I held her close to me, and kissed her head, a smile on my face. No matter how many mistakes were made, we still got through it, she really was my dream girl, my wife.

We held each other for another few minutes, then chuckled when we heard Laura's small voice ring up from downstairs, we got up and walked down, holding hands as we talked quietly about Laura's birthday coming up next week, then began cooking breakfast with her, messes were made, and laughs were shared. Most importantly we were having fun together. My life, my future, were with my precious daughter, and wonderful wife.

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fortunatelyhauntedblackcherry · 3 years

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Walking the tightrope - A "The Greatest Showman" Fanfiction 1

Yeah I started writing something else, sorry 😅 I'll keep writing the Beetlejuice one, don't worry, I just had an another idea... With one of my other crushes. This won't need any warnings so we'll just skip that :3 Have a nice time reading! Chapter 2 coming tomorrow or the day after! 😘

🎶When the world becomes a fantasy🎶

Drops of sweat were rolling off of Constantine's back. Sparks of joy, confidence and concentration were glowing in his dark brown eyes.

🎶And you're more than you could ever be🎶

He did a twirl, letting his cape fly freely. He was feeling really good that night. The crowd was clapping and smiling widely as the circus company danced.

🎶'Cause you're dreaming with your eyes wide open🎶

The cast changed places, but Constantine stepped even closer to the viewers from his place. Lettie told him lately that he should sing a little alone if he was feeling like it, cause he had an angelic voice. Oh and he was feeling like it.

🎶YEAH, YEAH🎶

He belted while stepping on the ring stool, causing the first row scream out and clap even harder. He smiled at his little admirers: four little kids; three girls and a boy, not one older than 8. And a fair young woman with them, with an excited look on her pretty face. She was cheering just as hard as the children she were with. Constantine changed a quick glance with her as he stepped back in line.

🎶And you know you can't go back again🎶

The cast all posed as Mr. Barnum slipped before them. Constantine flexed his muscles like the greek hero he was on stage, causing several women to gasp. He couldn't help but glance at the young lady he looked at before. She had a naughty little smile on her face. These tiny adoring looks boosted his ego and made him feel less ashamed about how he looked. So he smiled back.

🎶To the world that you were living in🎶

Mr. Barnum tipped his hat towards one of the kids the woman was with, which made the little boy scream in excitement. Mr. Barnum really knew how to make the crowd cheer, thought Constantine.

🎶'Cause you're dreaming with your eyes wide open🎶

Constantine huffed as he got to his place before spinning again. His hair got all wet and rumpled. I'll ask Anne what she does with her wig so it doesn't fall apart.

🎶'Cause you're dreaming with your eyes wide open🎶

They retreated back to the back of the stage, then jumped back to their original places to finish the grand finale. They all raised their hands in fists.

🎶So come alive!🎶

They opened up their fists and turned around to face everybody in the crowd. Constantine belted out his last lines with closed eyes and a huge smile spread out on his face. He then did his end pose with a confident smile.

After the company finished the show with bowing, they retreated to their quarters with huge smiles on their faces. Constantine took his cape off and threw it on his bed. His small room with red walls, arabian style drapes on the ceiling and dark brown furniture with fretwork all over it was way better than his old hammock in the poopdeck of the ship he was "working" on. He transferred back to reality by the feeling of someone touching his skin. He looked at the person who gave him a friendly pat on the back. The warm smile of his best friend welcomed him, as always.

- How are you feeling, my friend? - asked the sicilian man with a heavy accent while he sat down on Constantine's bed. It was packed with colorful pillows and was covered in dark green satin bedsheets.

- Very good, Lentini, very good! - said the greek while he walked to his wardrobe. He pulled out a white shirt, a pair of suspenders, some underwear and a pair of burgundy red trousers, with light fishbone patterns on them. - This night was a true blast. - he said with a wide smile, then disappeared behind his dark brown, wooden dressing screen.

- That's why I came, to be honest. - said the sicilian as he stood up from the bed. He walked up to Constantine's trident and touched its edges. They were sharp as knives. - I wanted to congratulate you! - Lentini turned around with a huge smile on his face when he saw from the corner of his eye that Constantine came out from behind the dressing screen. That's what Constantine liked about him the most. That Frank Lentini was the most positive, most wholesome man he ever met. And that he was always smiling. That made the tattoed Prince of Greece feel better, no matter how gloomy he was. He was still buttoning his shirt when Lentini grabbed his shoulders. - Your act was very good! You are getting better and better in pleasing the crowd! - he winked. Constantine laughed and shooed his hand away.

- You are making me blush, Frank. - the sicilian shrugged while he put his third leg up on the chest that was placed before Constantine's king sized bed.

- I wouldn't know it though. - Constantine rolled his eyes.

- Come on pal, my face is not THAT covered in tattoos! - they both laughed. Constantine grabbed Lentini's shoulder with his right hand while he put his left hand on his heart. The real one, not the one that was tattoed across his chest. - But thank you, I really felt great on stage. Have you seen how many people came tonight?

- I'm not blind, my friend. - Frank leaned closer with a cheeky smile. - Did any of your cheering fans caught your attention? - Constantine pushed the three legged man away with a half smile.

- Maybe. But you know I'm a lone wolf, my friend. - Lentini raised an eyebrow.

- I also know that's a lie, dearest Prince. - he grabbed the Prince's shoulder again and squeezed it. - Don't worry, amico mio. Sooner or later, you will find your Princess. - Constantine looked him in the eye with hope in his eyes.

- You know how hard it is for us. But, I hope you're going to be right. - Frank patted the greek man's face.

- I'll go and grab a bite in the tavern nearby. Care to join me? - Constantine stepped away from his friend and sat down before his vanity.

- Maybe later. I'm not really hungry now. - the sicilian bowed, Constantine waved.

- See you later then, my friend.

Constantine washed his hair in his iron basin. He grabbed a towel and just started to dry it up when suddenly he heard a woman call out.

- Melody? It's time to go home, honey! - the man pricked his ears. The greek was pretty sure that the woman who was calling out was young. And beautiful. Such an angelic voice couldn't come from some old hag. The voice kept repeating "Melody" over and over again, the next call always more panicked then the one before. Constantine decided that he should help this damsel in distress. He stood up and started following the calls.

Constantine gallopped down the stairs, still drying up his hair with the towel when he spotted the owner of the voice. She truly was a young lady, a beautiful and petite one, to be exact. She wore a dark purple spotted white evening dress with dark purple lace on her slim body, which really made her light caramel coloured skin pop. Her black, wavy hair was tied into a tight bun, but several loose locks framed her pretty, triangle shaped face. She wore little golden hooprings in her ears, which matched her thin golden bracelets. She didn't have any gloves on. She was looking under the seats next to the ring. Constantine stepped behind her and threw the towel across his shoulder.

- Can I help you? - he asked. The woman straightened herself up.

- Yes! I'm really sorry to bother, sir, but... - she turned around to face the man. The young woman's hazel colored eyes widened and her bow-shaped lips parted. Constantine just realized that this was the girl he spotted during the finale. She was still speechless. He cleared his throat and stepped back as a sad glow found its way to his eyes.

- I didn't mean to frighten you. - the woman shook her head with a smile, kind of awkwardly.

- Oh my, no, you didn't! - she stuttered a bit. - I just... - she flashed a perky little smile as she looked into the man's dark brown eyes. - ...I just got starstruck.

Constantine smiled back at the woman. He immediately felt happier, knowing that his appearance didn't frighten her... Not like many others. Most normal people felt either disgust or fear when stood face to face before him. But it looked like this woman was fairly different. He bowed a little. As he did, he heard children giggling from the back. He looked at them, a boy and two girls. The boy's brown skin was spotted with white patches, like he got sprinkled with white paint. The girls looked normal. He winked at them, which made them giggle even harder. Constantine's smile widened. Oh how he loved kids. They were much more accepting than grown adults. He looked back at the woman, who crossed her hands before her chest and rested her head on one of her fists. He couldn't help but glance at the young woman's soft feminine figure - which her corset emphasized even more - as he faced her again.

- It seems you have one less children then you had before. - the woman rubbed her temples and growled.

- Yes, my little Melody decided to sneak away from my watchful eyes... - she opened her eyes and pointed at the greek man. - Wait. From where do you know I had 4 children with me? - Constantine shrugged, held a hand up, rubbed his scrag with his other hand and smiled widely.

- You were the loudest members of the audience tonight. - the kids all giggled from the background, just as the woman they were with. The woman's glance ran all through the tattoed man face, not too conspicuously. But Constantine kind of noticed that her glance stayed a bit on his mustache... Or his lips? It was hard to tell. - Well, I hardly think that your little escapee will be somewhere here. - Constantine pointed back to the staircase. - Would you like to come into our quarters with me to see if she sneaked up there? - a relieved smile found its way to the woman's face.

- Yes, thank you so much! - she sighed and tilted her head. - That would literally save my job! - she turned to the children and crouched down before the eldest looking girl. - Alice, would you be a lamb and watch after the others?

- I'm the man, I should take care of the girls! - said the boy with a pout as he crossed his arms before his chest. The woman stroked his face with a gentle look.

- Yes, Jacob, you will be a wonderful gentleman one day, but right now Alice is the ranking member of our party of criminals. - she kissed the boy's forehead, scruffed his hair, then looked at so-called Alice. - So, honey? - the girl did a courtesy.

- Yes, Miss Munroe. - she got a kiss on her forehead as well. The woman stood up and faced the tattoed man. The Prince gave her his hand.

- Shall we? - Miss Munroe put her hand in the man's palm. Constantine gulped. Yes, several woman gasped at the site of his muscular body and tattoes and awed as he flexed on stage, but he couldn't go near any them... Once the show was over, he was a freak in their eyes again. But not to this woman. There wasn't a spark of disgust in her eyes. No. Constantine only saw the colors of autumn leaves, rays of sunshine and appreciation in her eyes. It was so weird for him. Weirdly comforting.

As they started ascending the stairs, hand in hand, the man helping the woman, Constantine started conversation.

- So tell me, what are these children doing with you? You are pretty young to be a mother of four. - he said with a cheeky halfsmile. The woman jokingly punched his shoulder with the hand he wasn't holding.

- Mind you, sir, I'm 24! Almost a spinster. - she said with a laugh. Constantine glanced at the woman with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

- You're still younger then me, little missy. I'm 30. You could call me a spinster as well. - the young woman stopped at the top of the stairs. Her eyes widened with disbelief.

- You are a bachelor? - she pointed her index finger at the man, touching the tattoed heart on his chest. - You?! - he leaned closer to the young woman. His sparkly dark blue makeup made the mischievous look in his brown eyes even more dangerous.

- I hope not for long. - the woman bit her lower lip while flashing a playful smile. Constantine winked. He stepped back and opened the first door. Lentini's room. He looked around, not a single child in sight. Constantine shook his head at the woman. She sighed. They started to walk towards the next door.

- You are right though, I am not their mother. I am their teacher. - Constantine flashed an amazed, impressed look. - I work in a rich people's orphanage, you know. I teach orphaned upper class little kids history, music and literature. - Constantine stopped, opened the next door and looked into his own room. No one was there. When he stepped back to the woman, she was looking down at the children who were playing tag in the circus ring. She smiled caringly. - I brought these kids here to show them the wonders of humankind. That there are many shapes and colors of humans and they are all beautiful. - Constantine stepped closer to her, hands crossed before his chest.

- That's a rare opinion. - he said as he leaned against the wooden parapet. The woman shrugged.

- Most people are unfortunately narrow-minded. - she looked back at the man. - I want to teach younglings that they shouldn't be narrow and dark as a corridor. - Constantine let out a laugh at the girl's joke. She smiled as well. - You know, kids in our orphanage are very restricted, so...

- You sneaked them out, I suppose. - he chimed in as he opened the door to the room of Deniel, The Lord of Leeds. Not a soul there neither. The woman put her left hand in the air and her right on her chest as Constantine looked back at her.

- Guilty, your honor. - she lowered her hands. While walking, she was twiddling with her thin bracelets. She had at least 3 on each hand. - I sneak different children out every day, so each one of them could see your daring acts. - she shrugged and pushed a flock of hair away from her eyes. - Plus I like it here. - Constantine stepped to the next door. There was faint music coming out.

- Just a second, darling. - he opened the door after knocking. His colleague was sitting on his sofa, reading a book about Napoleon. - Hey Charles, have you seen a little girl running around here?

- About this tall, pretty golden curls... - said and showed the woman as she stack her head in under Constantine's muscular arm. She waved with a wide smile. - Hi, sorry to bother you, sir. - Charles closed his book and jumped off his sofa. He was 130 centimeters, max. He walked up to them.

- Lost kid, aye? - he shook his head. - No, I haven't. Sorry, ducky. - as soon as Miss Munroe left the room, Charles tucked on the leaving Constantine's trousers. He started whispering. - Hey, Prince! - he pointed after the young woman. - New girl in the crew? - Constantine shook his head and waved his hand. Charles looked after the woman and flashed a toothy grin. - She's pretty, invite her out! - Constantine rolled his eyes and pushed the short man away. He closed the door behind him. The woman was blushing. Oh Hell, she heard Charles...

- I'm here, sorry. - Miss Munroe waved.

- No problem. - they started to walk towards the next door. The girl looked down at her shoes, still blushing a little. - You know, it's kind of fortunate that Melody got lost. I really wanted to tell you that I loved your act. - Constantine stopped. - I've seen like 5 shows already and your act was always my favourite. - the greek's chin dropped a bit. The woman lowered her voice as she looked deep into the tall Prince's eyes. - You're really talented. - Constantine chuckled nervously and scratched his scruff. Nobody from the outer world told him personally that they liked his act yet...

- I'm just throwing around tridents... - the woman stepped closer to him. Even in her heels, that made a clanking sound with every step, she was way shorter than Constantine. And she was intimately close.

- But you do it with style and elegance. - she looked down at his chest, then back to his eyes. Her minxy little smile made Constantine see stars and those cute dimples in her cheeks made him weak in the knees. - And your aim is phenomenal.

- T...thank you... - he stuttered. He didn't know what else he could do so he quickly opened up the door that was behind him. The owner of the room let out a little scream. Constantine faced her with a nervous smile and a shaky voice. - Lettie! Darling dear! - he grabbed the towel which was still on his shoulder, and wiped the sweat off from his forehead. What the hell has gotten into me?! - Have you seen a little girl? About ye tall, with golden locks... - the bearded woman reached down.

- You mean this little angel? - she lifted a little girl up from the floor. She was about 4 years old, had golden hair, piercing blue eyes and dark caramel skin and was playing with a fan. Her blue eyes lit up as she looked at the young woman. Miss Munroe gasped and opened up her arms.

- Melody! - the little girl put the fan down and ran to her and hugged her teacher's neck, who hugged her back. - Sweetie, what did I tell you about running off? - she placed a kiss on the top of the child's head. - You scared the hell out of me, I was so worried! - Constantine watched as the young woman peppered kisses all over the little girl's head. She looked so caring... - You little nasty... - she let go of the little girl and looked at Lettie. She put her hand on her chest. - Thank you so much for taking care of her! - Lettie smiled back at her and nodded. - I'm happy she was in good hands. - the woman reached down to lift little Melody up to her hip. Constantine put his hands before her, blocking her reach.

- Oh nonono, I'm the stronger one, I'll carry her. - the woman's mouth opened, trying to say something, but in the end she stayed quiet. She closed her mouth with a smile and stepped back so Constantine could pick up the child. He grunted as he put Melody on his hip. - Wooh you're a heavy one! - the little girl looked down to her teacher. - Hey honeybee! - Constantine lifted the little girl's chin up, causing her to giggle. His eyes lit up and he smiled widely. - Hi! Did you like the show? - Melody nodded enthusiastically. Constantine squeaked. - Aw you did? That's awesome! Who was your favorite? - the little child looked back at Lottie and pointed at her.

- The bearded lady. She has the voice of an angel. - Lottie awed and rubbed her eyes. Melody looked back at Constantine and put her little hands on his face. - And you. Your drawings are pretty. - Constantine gasped.

- Thank you! Tell you what, I did some myself! - he held up his left hand and showed her his big palm. There was a tiny birdie in the middle of it. - Look! - Melody let go of the tattooed man's bearded face and touched the bird in his palm. Miss Munroe gestured 👌 to Constantine with a wink. She waved to Lottie and exited the room. Constantine nodded with a smile towards the bearded woman. - Thanks Lettie!

When they reached the end of the stairs, Constantine threw the girl up in the air, then started to lower her towards the ground slowly. She was giggling hard.

- Here we are, little honeybee! I'm gonna put you down, okay? - the little girl hugged the Prince's knees, then ran after her friends. Miss Munroe fiddled with her hair as they looked at each other with the bearded man. She looked down with a cheesy little smile, then back at Constantine.

- Hey kids! - she called out, still facing the man who now leaned against the banisters. - Could you wait for me at the exit? - the four children ran towards the exit. Little Melody slowed down for a second before Constantine, just to say:

- Byebye, pretty mister! - Constantine waved back to her with a smile and blew her kisses.

As soon as the kids disappeared, the woman stepped closer to him with a welcoming smile on her face and with glistening eyes, like they were filled with thousands of fireworks.

- Well, thank you very much for helping me. - she sighed. - Now all I have to do is sneak the kids back into the orphanage. - for a couple seconds, Constantine thought that that was all she wanted to say. But she took a deep breath and started talking while gesturing heavily. - Look, most of the time I'm the one who gets invited, so this is kind of a first for me. - she breathed out and locked eyes with the Prince. - As an acknowledgement for your helpfullness, would you accompany me to dinner tomorrow?

Constantine gawped. He almost fell over by the surprise, but quickly regained his composure. He shook his head and cleared his throat.

- Dinner as in... - he asked hastily.

- As in you and me eating at a restaurant. - came the quick answer from the young lady. Her cheeky half smile and her cute dimples already made Constantine melt. - Just you and me, no kids or colleagues. - she explained. It would be so nice... But...

- I don't know... - he anwered with a shaky voice. He suddenly felt the worst anxiety and unsteadiness he experienced in a long time. He looked down at his shoes and sighed. - I mean... - he looked back up at her and raised his hands. - Look at me. - he rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue in an annoyed way. - People always stare at me and chase me away eventually. I... - he got stopped by Miss Munroe's hand stroking his beard. He gasped at the sudden touch. The clanking of her bracelets sounded like windchimes on a sunny morning. She smiled warmly.

- Well, all I see is a handsome, fine young man. - Constantine didn't say a word. He just... Couldn't. He couldn't find his voice. Which was not a fortunate thing in this situation. After a couple seconds of awkward silence, the woman let go of his face and stepped back. She anxiously bit her lower lip and looked down. - Emmm... - she stepped even further from Constantine and put her hand up in an apologetic way. - You know what, this was a way too bold idea, I'm really sorry. - she did a quick courtesy. - Good night! - and she ran off.

Constantine just stood there, touching his face where that small, delicate palm touched it with an open mouth.

- What the Hell are you doing Constantine?!? - shouted Lettie from the middle of the stairs. Did she see the whole scene?!

- What? - asked Constantine in a dumb manner, which only made Lettie come down from the stairs and slap the Prince's nape lightly. He grabbed his scrag after the slap with an "OW" sound.

- Go after her RIGHT. NOW! - said the bearded woman angrily.

- Lettie, I... - Lettie rolled her eyes and grabbed Constantine by the shoulders. Even though she was at least a head shorter than him, he still feared her more than O'Clancy, the giant.

- She invited you out on a rendezvous, you moron! - since being terrifying didn't work, she huffed, closed her eyes for a second, than continued in a much calmer tone. - Don't screw this up, Constantine, please... - the Prince wanted to say something but Lettie signaled to him that he should shut the hell up. So he just sighed. - You know I have a good knowledge of character. Trust me. - she cupped the tattoed man's face in her palms and looked deep into his eyes. - She is not like Selena. I know it. She is not going to break you heart. - she let the man hardened into stone go and pointed towards the entrance with a small laugh. - Run after her you idiot or you'll miss your chance! - Constantine shook his head to gain back his confidence, planted a soft kiss on Lettie's face and ran like his life depended on it.

When he reached the exit, he pushed the doors wide open. The warm wind of June brushed through his hair as he looked around, trying to find the woman he helped out. He spotted a carriage, and Miss Munroe as she loaded the kids into it. Constantine ran towards them and almost tripped just before reaching his destination. When he finally got hold of the chariot, he huffed out, basically bent in half before the woman he met earlier. His heart was beating like a drum in his chest. God he hated to run.

When he finally straightened himself up, the young woman he was facing almost burst out into laughter but was trying really hard to cover it. So she cleared her throat.

- Hello, Miss Munroe! Again. - Constantine scratched his scruff anxiously. - Umm, when do you finish at work? - the woman's eyes lit up with excitement and mischief. She started putting her weight from one leg to another, like a deb before her first ball.

- At 4 in the afternoon. You?

- If I don't perform at the night show, then at around 5. - he stepped closer to Miss Munroe with a light smile that turned more and more confident with every passing second. - What do you say, could we meet at around 6 o'clock? - the girl jumped a bit as she clapped her tiny hands together.

- Absolutely! So, meet you here tomorrow? - Constantine hesitated.

- Not eeeexaaaaactly, I think the back entrance would be safer for you. - he pointed at one of the threatening boards that was left on the stairs of the circus. - You know, the protesters... - Miss Munroe nodded enthusiastically, with a wide smile.

- Oh yes. Absolutely. See you tomorrow then. - she said as she grabbed the handrail of the rig. But Constantine grabbed her hand.

- Wait! You forgot to tell me your first name. - the woman stepped back to the ground and pulled a lock of hair beneath her ear.

- Oh, it's... - it sounded like she hesitated for a bit. - Hazel. - she offered her hand for shaking. - I'm Hazel Munroe. - but Constantine didn't shake her hand. He gently held it, turned it flatways, bowed and blew a gentle kiss on her hand. He was pretty sure he felt the girl tremble.

- It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Hazel Munroe. I am Constantine. - her eyes narrowed.

- Like your stagename? - Constantine rolled his eyes with a devilish smile as he stood back up.

- Well... It's actually Prince Constantine. The tattoed héros of Greece. - Hazel giggled. The Prince let her hand go, so she stepped closer to the man.

- Alright. I can't wait to see you again, your majesty. - the man sighed with an eyeroll, but turned to stone when Hazel planted a kiss on his beard. He watched her with wide eyes as she pulled herself into the carriage. - Have a good night! - she waved goodbye and disappeared into the night.

Oh, it certainly will be good.

#fanfic #fanfiction #the greatest showman #prince constantine #The tattoo man #tattoed man #musical #The greatest showman oc #pt barnum #lettie lutz #Frank Lentini #Circus #phineas taylor barnum

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$OLD | KIM TAEHYUNG one shot

Pairing: [mafia leader] taehyung × reader

Trigger warnings: mentions of drugs/guns/rape( but not really¿)/ dirty talk / psychotic taehyung.

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A/N: I swear I'm not a psychopath

Working late at night has it's perks or maybe just to you it was a blessing.

you didn't have to face a messed up step father when he's drunk, high on toxins and out of his mind, and you don't have to hear your mother yelling at him for harassing you, again.

Not like he would stop if she did, he didn't care, he would push your mother out of the room and he would come back to your bedroom and he would lock the door and continue to abuse you, hurt you, each time it was different depending on the day.

You never knew why he did what he did, so you just let him do what he wanted and walk out ,you learned the hard way that if you say or do something or push him away you'll end up with broken bones and a lot of bruises and scars, funny enough you rather have bruises and scars rather than having a broken limb.

broken limb meant no work and no work meant you're available to your messed up stepfather to do as he please 24/7 and that's the last thing you wanted to grant him.

Ever since your mother got married to that lunatic you never been the same you became weaker, sad as ever and lost all hope in life, you worked for the local bar as a bartender to pay for the small apartment you live in and to put food infront of

your mother,even though you're young you learned mixing drinks fast you knew which tastes better and which were too strong you had to try the drinks before you served any.

Which lead you to be drunk at the end of the day most times.

Most of your drunk nights ended up in

you being unconscious behind the building naked from the waist down sometimes fully naked depending on how shitty the guy you were with the night before.

Strangers having their way with you was a hell lot better than your stepfather.

One night a man walked through the doors like he owns the place, suite and tie,clean face long dark hair, basically the guy was drenched in money and glory, and not to mention awfully young around your age maybe a year or three older,he had two guards on each side of him as he walked through and took a seat right in front of the bar, where you were working.

You raised your brows questionly usually rich men would sit in the booths far away from the bar that was decorated with bright colored lights so they could deal and do their dirty work privately or it would definitely be evident to everyone and men like him usually have women around him to entertain them as they sip on beverages that makes them forget reality and do whatever they want without the mind controlling their movements, not to mention this part of town was poor as hell he definitely wouldn't get that type of luxury here, middle class men and under do come here drink what they ordered and go on with their lives.

Nonetheless a job is a job and you had to do as you're told.

"good evening" a fake smile was planted on your face as you greeted the man "what would you like to drink?" He smirks as he placed his hands on top of each other on the wooden surface as he looks at you, almost analyzing you, licking his lips then he spoke "vodka"

You smiled and turned your back to him you grabbed the vodka bottle and a glass then you placed the glass infront of him and poured the liquid in and placed a lime on top and moved the glass closer to the man's hands, still offering a smile.

You went back to wiping the table, still suspicious as to why he was sitting here, of all places..you shrugged it off and decided not to pay much attention to it anymore thinking nothing of it and pushed it to the side focusing on work instead then you heard him ask "you're Christopher's step daughter aren't you?" He glanced at you still the smirk was there mocking you.

You titled your head, your eyes were glossy the mention of your stepfather's name obviously terrified you but nonetheless you answered "yes I am" sadly you wanted to add, trying your hardest not to show how much you despised that man that was your stepfather.

a million questions raced through your mind after his abrupt question you never talked about him to anyone, you didn't even know anyone you could talk to, but you figured to start with the easy questions and work your way up, you stopped wiping the table and looked him in the eyes "and you are?" You thanked the gods that your voice came out strong and clear.

The man infront of you smiled then he downed the last bit of what was left in his glass "Taehyung" he smiled at you "Kim taehyung" he winked "what about you sweetface?"

"_____" you mutter and he smiled "beautiful name for a beautiful girl" he remarks as a red hue coverd your cheeks and you looked away, you weren't used to sweet talk..not from guys around your age at least.

Taehyung signaled for his guards at the snap of his fingers and they went away..slightly but it was enough space for him to talk to you without being interrupted.

knowing his guards they get a bit overprotective and he didn't want to scare you off knowing that you lived with someone like Christopher for years was enough for him to know that you were troubled, and you would be defensive and the talk he wants to have with you is going to trigger a reaction out of you that his guards would definitely point a gun or two at.

He sighed and leaned forward taking a better look at your face, you watched him with wary eyes, slightly afraid of how the hell did he know Christopher? Your stepfather was definitely not on this man's level, this man is everything your stepdouche wasn't; Young, rich and powerful.

Why would he stoop so low unless Christopher fucked up which appears in this case;he definitely has.

"You see,______ I run a business...some would say it's deadly, which it is, but not from my end" he smiles as he starts to sweet talk the clueless girl "I'm a mafia leader" as he said that you can't believe how nonchalnet he was speaking these words like he was talking about his favourite color, your eyes definitely popped out of their sockets if you were afraid before now you were terrified, slightly shaking in your cheap boots.

"Your stepfather took a little too much candy that he couldn't pay for..." you knew exactly what type of 'candy' taehyung was talking about drugs you saw it on the tables at home before you wiped them clean, you saw him line up the powder and stuffing it in his nostrils before he made his way to your bedroom,it made you sick.

But it's not like you could have stopped him or done something.

He spoke again breaking you away from your trance "He kept promising he would pay up but as you can see darling..he never did" he licked his lips "so instead I made a deal with him" he says way too cheerfully, adjusting his collar while he sent you a smirk.

Your body was shaking with anticipation? Nervousness? You wiped your hands on the back of your jeans you didn't realize you were sweating so much you placed your hair behind your ears as if somehow that will help you understand better, which was a habit of yours "what kind of deal?" You ask afraid of the answers yet you braced yourself to hear the worst.

And it definitely looks bad for you.

He chuckled "the stupidest one baby" he chuckled louder "your stepfather is so stupid" he shakes his head, you felt his gaze change to lust the seriousness in his eyes vanished completely, you swallowed as you feel your heart drop.

And the pet names he gave you weren't helping your fragile state, it almost lured you in but not quite.

There's no way you're letting your guard down "He is messed up but he's not stupid I know he isn't" you didn't know why you were defending him as if somehow that would scare the mafia boss off, hell to him it was so adorable and he's anything but scared of you, taehyung was amused at your response.

"Oh?"He laughed and stood up from the stool leaning closer to you the only thing that was separating you from him was this bar.

He bit his bottom lip as he looked up and down on you like you were a tasty dish that he couldn't wait to devour and boy he is starving "oh yeah?" He smirks "he sold you to me babygirl"

You stared at him astonished,'he's drunk' you thought 'he is not thinking straight..he's lying' deep down inside you knew it would take a lot more than one glass of vodka to get this man drunk out of his mind you're trying to convince yourself that it's not true that there's no way your stepfather would sell you to pay up his debts.

You didn't think he would be this fucked up

But then again Christopher didn't think it's messed up to try and sleep with you; his step daughter, so selling you definitely was okay to him, you felt disgusted by him you always been but this? It definitely takes the cake and was the cheery on top of it all.

"Babygirl why the long face hmm? I knew that pig has been hurting you, it was my idea that he sells you..to me" he chuckles, your insides went up in flames you were so embarrassed and hurt and terrified you never felt this way ever, every bad emotion you could ever feel was hitting and jabbing you at once "I'd treat you so much better angel" he purrs.

"You're no different you're just as mental as he is" you spit, tears slowly run on your face, taehyung killed and tortured many he ruined lives by selling drugs to men like Christopher and worse, and he won't ever stop, it's his job and if he's capable of doing all of that surely he is capable of making your life a miserable living hell when you leave with him tonight.

Taehyung's face softens and he reaches forward wiping away your tears pitying you almost, you turned your head pressing your lips in a line trying to ignore the taste of your tears,taehyung didn't know much about emotions so he couldn't understand why you were crying, he wasn't going to kill you! Not now at least.. he thought.

'she should be thankful that I didn't shoot her right then and there at least that counts for something' he thought he's sure you're a pleasure to your stepdad and there's nothing more he loved than riding people of what they loved the most. You shouldn't be afraid of him he thought to himself.

Although firing his gun was a pleasure he didn't feel elsewhere and something he won't ever give up,his guns were everything to him,

Watching the life leave his opponent eyes was euphoric it made him feel like a hero almost.

"Don't cry babydoll" he coos as you close your eyes defeated,his hand creassing your cheek softly he kept smiling to reassure you that everything will be fine but that's so far from reality.

God the fun he's going to have with you is making him hard and he barely touched you, he can't imagine how you're going to feel around his dick or how sweet you taste.

He thinks to himself you're the overly sensitive type which turned him on massively, he wanted you to save those tears for when he's deep in you moving slowly in and out savoring every second he spends inside you stretching you out, feeling every inch of you, hitting your soft spot again and again until you're full of his cum he's sure all the dicks you had before don't compare to his and he can't wait to go home and play with you until you beg him to stop which of course he won't.

He loves his new dolls the most, you're not the first and definitely won't be the last.

"You're all mine now" he whispers sounding sweeter than honey, just like that you were wrapped around his long,gorgeous fingers.

And just like that Taehyung strikes again.

[sequel]

#taehyung imagine #taehyung smut #kim taehyung #taehyung #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #taehyung scenarios #writing #taehyung x y/n #taehyung imagines #v imagine #v imagines #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts scenarios

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gracie-p8-officialblog · 4 years

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Defending Christine Daae

I never thought I'd have to write a post with that title, let me tell you.

Because when I first heard of Phantom of the Opera, I was under the impression that everybody loved Christine just as much as I did. I mean, how could you help it? Well, I was wrong. It would seem that there are, in fact, people out there who don't share my exact opinion (shock of shocks) and who dislike Christine for various stupid reasons.

Now, I'm not here to point fingers at anyone or to belittle anyone's opinions in anyway, and blah-de-blah [fill in the rest of long boring disclaimer any way you wish]. But I AM here to defend one of my favourite female protagonists in a work of fiction! And defend her I WILL! IN THE NAME OF THE MOON!

Um, pardon me. Don't know how that last sentence got in there.

Now, on the internet, I've heard some flak about Christine, and though I'm not here to make anyone feel bad (see above) I do want to refute those points about her, point-by-point. (Hmm. Redundancy.) One of the biggest points against Christine is her choice to be with Raoul instead of the Phantom, who *ahem* TOTALLY needed her because he had a bad life and he taught her to sing! My opinion?

I don't think that means Christine owes him love. Appreciation and thanks, yes. But not love. The only thing he ever did that was worth any kind of love was letting Christine go. And she isn't some sort of consolation prize! It's NOT her job to fix the Phantom, only he could fix himself!

C'mon people! The two pretty much fit the qualities of an abusive relationship (emotional manipulation, throwing her around, restricting her from seeing other people etc.) And it’s kinda disturbing. “BUT!” You cry, “CHRISTINE REJECTED THE PHANTOM FOR A SHALLOW REASON! HE WAS UGLY!”

While I do understand what you’re coming from, I would like to inform you that it was actually his toxic behaviour towards her and murderous qualities that drove her away from him and made her choose Raoul. In “Final Lair”, she said one of the biggest burns in Gothic thriller history “It’s in your SOUL where the TRUE distortion lies...” The Phantom's problem isn't with his disfigurement. No, the problem is with what he's allowed his disfigurement to make him. He's become so obsessed with the idea that no one loves him and no one will ever really care for him that he believes anyone who stands remotely in his way is just out to get him. So what does he do? He murders people whom he gets annoyed with. First Buquet, then Piangi, and finally (almost) Raoul. And that is DEFINITELY not okay!

I think Christine saw him as more of a teacher, or a friend, or a... father figure, in a messed up way... which is more evident in the book on how she is both afraid and sympathetic for the Phantom.

While not condoning his actions, I do wish the Phantom could have found someone to love him. Good gracious, his final lines “IT’S OVER NOW THE MUSIC OF THE NIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHHHTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” makes me tear up every time. Gah. I'm in danger of sobbing, too, but I really want to get this post done, so I will conquer myself and think of something Funny instead. *thinks* I know! Gerard Butler’s version of the “All I Ask Of You (Reprise)”. That’ll cheer me up and make me laugh XD!

In all seriousness, I know that Erik is unstable and violent. But I also know that he really IS a gentle, misunderstood soul. You can be both, you know. The unstable and violent side of him, unfortunately, triumphed- and his dreams, his desires for love, his castle on a cloud came tumbling down because of it.

And so... onto the next point, another common argument used to bash Christine is that she’s considered to be flat, boring and goes through ZERO development! But in actual fact, there’s so much going on in her head and goes through quite an emotional travesty that it’s almost impossible to call her bland!

She is deeply wounded by the loss of her father, and has this incredible musical talent which stayed in a state of diamond in the rough before being discovered by her “Angel of Music”. He trains her, not realizing that she is becoming the center of an unhealthy obsession, genuinely believing in her naivety that he is some benevolent spirit sent by her father, therefore bringing her a sense of comfort. She is a pious girl, after all, and being religious myself, well, such a reaction from someone who believes like her is believable though naive. Can we blame Christine for that? NO. How is she supposed to guess?

And now, let's talk about "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again", aka. The Christine Empowerment™ song! I feel like the difference between a good portrayal of Christine and a great portrayal of Christine, is based on how good their rendition of this song is. It is a crucial part of the plot. One of the reason The Phantom and Raoul appeal to Christine is because of the connection they represent to her dead father. Of course, Raoul actually knew her father and the Phantom uses his memory to manipulate her. At this point in the show, Christine has become disillusioned with Raoul and is afraid of the Phantom. She realizes through the song that the only way she can’t move forward is through letting go of the past, and getting over the death of her father. This fuels her actions through the rest of the show as it makes her realize that if she wants her happy ending, she must take charge of her destiny and earn her own agency! And the Phantom, trying to use her in the moment where she was probably at her most vulnerable since she is questioning herself about her entire life, only catalyses her decision. She performs in Don Juan Triumphant, because she knows that everything is up to her, and that she cannot let the Phantom keep on destroying her life.

As for her unmasking the Phantom in "Point of No Return", Christine did this in a way to show him that she refused to be controlled by him any longer. It is certainly not the most intelligent thing to do, nor the nicest, but again, her behaviour is explainable. But as said above for Erik, it doesn’t excuse her. And it shows how she was beginning to be able to resist his pull/spell/enchantment/whatever you like to call it on her!

I adore and admire Christine Daae as a character so much, and it was her actions and story arc that really started my love for this story. Christine's ability to love unconditionally and selflessly is so profound. Even though the Phantom put her and everyone else through lots of horrors, she still doesn't hesitate to show kindness towards him but makes sure that her abuser NEVER hurts anyone EVER again. She loves Raoul so much that she's pretty much willing to sacrifice her freedom and happiness so Raoul could be free. No matter what circumstances she is given, she will still put the ones she loves before herself no matter what, even if it means giving up a chance to save herself. I know most of us won’t ever be put in such an extreme scenario but Christine is such an inspiration of how to love others and believe in them despite flaws and bad sides. She inspires me to see the good in people. It’s so easy to be cynical and hardened in this world, and I think that Phantom of the Opera reminds us to have kindness and light in our hearts, even in challenging circumstances.

I would also like to add another moment of character. Think what it must have taken to prepare for the female lead role in a 3-act opera. Christine wasn’t even an understudy. In a matter of minutes, she went from member of the ballet corps to the lead role, and she had to rehearse and remember new music, character, blocking, and vocals. Not only did she prepare in time, she performed so well that she became a hit. This reveals, not only the skill and beauty of her voice, but also her concentration, diligence, and acting capability. Everyone hails the Phantom as the ultimate musical genius—and he is—but they overlook the implied extent of Christine’s skill.

She went through the loss of both parents, manipulation, being stalked, and knowing that the person she loves most has his life on the line - because of her. And then she literally gets off of her knees and shows her abuser the first form of kindness he has ever known. Not even the Phantom was strong enough for that; he gave up on the world far too early. Christine is the embodiment of courage and kindness; she teaches us to love and forgive those who have been awful to us, and to protect those we love even if it means our own suffering. But she no longer succumbs to the Phantom and makes sure her abuser never hurts anyone EVER again. Seriously, this girl is AWESOME! And this was in the 18th century! It's really sad that such a great character is overlooked by many...

It seems that Leroux really understood women... That we can be emotional, we are vulnerable but not weak... And emotion really helps us when we keep them in control!

Christine, in a nutshell, is a kind, observant, compassionate, trusting young woman–a too trusting at first–but with a spine of steel and determination once she’s drawn the line. She loves people deeply, but she picks up quickly on the realities of the situation. She has the strongest character arc in the story and makes the choices to grow and to move on. Yet she remains gentle and compassionate, uses her love to bless and not manipulate. She’s a layered character who grows. And there’s so much more to her than meets the eye.

#christine daae #Christine daae defense league #phantom of the opera musical #phantom of the opera #the phantom of the opera #poto #character analysis #I'm in the mood to talk about her rn #She's seriously awesome #And it's sad not many people see her like that!

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Blood, Sweat, and Tears - Chapter 7

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Trigger Warnings: There will be violence and attempted rape in this chapter so please read at your discretion!

Songs used in this chapter: Señorita by (G)I-DLE

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Sehun pulled up his car by the curb a block away from The Magic Shop, which was no doubt having good business tonight. He went to the club for a drink but the staff wasn't acquainted with him, having frequented the place once in a while. He knew the seven men that ran the place were good people who did honest work—men that could have been angels who were sent to shine their light on this dark city.

He locked his car and tucked his keys into the pocket of his slacks, walking toward the restaurant and bar, hearing the soothing pop music and beautiful voices from inside, the tables occupied and the employees bringing food and drinks. The raven-haired male pushed through the door and made for the counter, taking a seat on the stool and speaking toward the silver-haired female, "Can I get something for the top shelf?"

"You got it," the beautiful woman bowed and began to make his drink. He turned the stool to face the stage, balancing his chin over his knuckles, listening to the pink-haired male with the soft voice and his blue-haired friend who complimented his singing with a deep, husky tone.

Jimin and Taehyung were the ones on stage, and they had decided to sing a more chill song, and once again, their performance never ceased to the amaze the patrons, who gazed in awe and smiled from ear to ear, forgetting the troubles of the outside. It still made Sehun bewildered as to how these men were capable of making these people happy. Though he knew once they left and that security was gone until they returned, he felt they gave the patrons a sense of hope.

That maybe, one day, the violence would end.

Haneul was in the back, touching up her makeup and fixing her hair while she stared into the small mirror that resided on the desk, putting her eyeliner and lipstick away. She was in a black dress that stopped in the middle of her thighs, her hair cascading down her back and a dainty necklace around her neck. On her small feet were heels of the same color. After Jimin and Taehyung would finish their song, she would be taking the stage.

"Why don't you sing tonight?" Jungkook suggested, to which she shook her head and turned away, ready to take a tray of food toward another table.

"I don't think anyone wants to hear a sad person sing," she said.

"Don't you remember the last few times you came here?" He pressed. "Everyone loves to listen to you sing. Your voice is special, Haneul. One day, someone is going to listen to it everyday."

"You and the others already listen to it everyday, Jungkookie," the brunette turned away from him, walking ahead.

"That's not what I meant," the slightly older boy exclaimed. "Just one song won't hurt! Please?!"

Here she was now—having accepted his request to sing despite her reluctance, staring into the mirror. She wasn't sure how this would make her feel better. If anything, it made her feel helpless and sad. Halmeoni didn't get to hear me sing that day... I was too busy... if only I had sat by the piano that day, then maybe...

Her eyes were glazed over, but she blinked away whatever was stinging at her waterline.

"Noona?" Huening Kai stood by the doorway, wearing his waiter's uniform, his long brown hair a wild mess of fluffy waves. "Are you feeling okay?"

She caught his eyes in the mirror, quickly wiping her eyes and giving a nod, standing and smoothing our her dress for a moment, "Yeah... I'm okay. Just about finished getting ready, that's all."

"That's good," the boy grinned. "You look very pretty. It's been a while since we heard your voice."

"Well, you'll get to hear it tonight," she replied with soft laughter.

"Great! Because we all want you to sing for us more often," the boy chirped. "You haven't been here in a long time and... The Magic Shop's magic came from your voice."

She was pulled out of her trance, eyeing him endearingly and walking toward him, patting his head, "You sweet boy. If it makes you feel better, I'll sing more."

"Yes, that would make me much better!" Huening Kai exclaimed with excitement. "I really want to know what you'll be singing today."

"You'll see," she sang, walking past him and down the hall to where the bar resided.

Jimin and Taehyung got off the stage as the floor buzzed with applause, smiling at the brunette as she approached the stage, "It's all yours," Jimin patted her elbow. "Knock them dead, will you?"

"Yes, sing this new song," Taehyung encouraged her.

"Thanks. You two did great up there," she squeezed their hands gently, smiling half-heartedly as she took the stage, a pop song mixed with Latino beats filing the restaurant, the lights going dim and now lit red and purple. Haneul grabbed the mic and faced the audience, who all watched with intent.

The Magic Shop's mysterious female singer had returned with a new song.

Sehun's eyes widened with surprise. He didn't think he would run into her here. Even so, seeing her here made it a lot easier for him to protect her. Now he knew what those old ladies meant when she said she had friends here—she was close with the owners of this restaurant.

He couldn't help but stare, admiring the way her hair fell down like a silk curtain last her shoulders and toward her lower back, the black dress hugging her thin, petite frame in all the right places. She wore a soft colored lipstick and eyeliner, and though still had that despondent expression and her chocolate eyes didn't have that sparkle, she looked as beautiful as that photo back in her grandmother's house.

The intro music came to a halt, and the female backup dancers and chorus joined her on stage—five other women who were dressed in similar black dresses like Haneul's, and she raised the mic to her lips, singing,

[Haneul]

Why are you staring at me like that?

Without giving you anything

I don't avoid my eyes, ah

Why do you come so close?

We don't know much yet

What should I call you?

A little bit fast

Whatever I don't care, I don't care, I don't care (vamos)

Something's even worse

Whatever I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay

What should I do?

Come here

(Hey señor)

Please come to me

Hold me tight

I want to know about you

I fell in love with you

I don't know, it's true

Just love you so, love you so, love you so

Please call me

Why do you laugh so much?

My heart keeps coming to you (vamos)

I have to send you (ay)

Just focus on me

Is it important for others?

Hold me in full, I don't even have a name

Please tell me

(Hey señor)

Please come to me

Hold me tight

I want to know about you

I fell in love with you

I don't know, it's true?

Just love you so, love you so, love you so

Please call me

She moved with such grace, her voice something to behold, and Sehun hadn't touched his drink ever since she stepped on that stage. He found her voice to be soothing—something that he needed to help him forget about the darkness that lingered and the work he did. Though he was numb to it, he could feel the tension in his shoulders leaving him, and he was completely enchanted, pretending this song was for him.

"She sings beautifully, right?" The silver-haired woman behind the counter had noticed him staring, and he broke out of his trance, meeting her chestnut eyes.

"Huh?" Sehun asked, his expression harboring confusion. "O-Oh... yes... she does... she has a gift..."

"One day, she's going to make someone fall for her with that voice," Bella leaned an elbow against the counter, her chin on her palm. "Whoever that lucky guy is, she's going to be singing for him everyday..."

"Right," the hitman mumbled, and the song came to an end, Haneul and the backup dancers finishing the outro, and she breathed into the mic.

"Hey señor," she pulled the mic away, and the customers erupted into applause, screaming and smiling toward her. For the longest time, they had waited for her to return and they hoped she would sing more songs in the days to come.

Sehun clapped along with the rest of the patrons and staff, the bartender's thoughts still fresh in his mind. Maybe it was true... the girl had most certainly made him enamored, even though this happened to be the first time he watched her sing. It was a shame she had to use her talents for the nightlife though. This establishment wasn't like the hostess bars and brothels he had encountered, which meant she wasn't selling herself and that she had self-respect, but he knew there would be people that accused her of doing dirty work. He would shield her from them even at a distance, and he prayed that when things were back to normal, she could sing on a much bigger stage.

Haneul placed the mic back onto the stand, leaving the stage and heading toward the storage room once again, choosing to keep to herself. Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it, her eyes downcast and she sunk to the floor, burying her face in her knees.

"Halmeoni," she spoke quietly. "Did I do okay...? Did you like my performance?" She wished she was there, that maybe she would be seated on one of the empty tables clapping along and smiling like she used to. Then reality would hit her and she remembered she was gone. Ha-Neul has to learn to cope on her own and get back into her feet quickly. She couldn't let her friends be burdened with her grief. That wouldn't be fair to them.

She exhaled, standing once more and crossing the storage room toward the back door, grabbing the handle and pulling it open to let the cool air in. Stepping outside to clear her head would do her some good. She needed this time to think and figure out how to get out of this place quickly. Bothering her friends by living in The Magic Shop wasn't such a good idea in the long run.

At the bar counter, Sehun had noticed Ha-Neul was gone. "Um... excuse me," he spoke to the silver-haired female. "If I may ask, where did she go?"

"Oh, Neullie?" She looked toward the back. "The poor thing has been through a lot lately so I'm guessing she's just keeping to herself. Her grandmother passed away a few days ago. Why, are you interested?" She smirked teasingly and he cleared his throat, looking down at his drink.

"I..." be tried, his hand closing into a fist.

"Not many men ask about her," she continued speaking. "I think you're the first. If you want, I can introduce you to her. You seem like an upright guy."

A guy who kills people for a living, the raven-haired male thought to himself. "I think I'll head for the men's room," he stood up. "Can you tell me where it is?"

"Just down the hall toward the back," Bella gestured, and Sehun followed her directions. Once he was out of sight, he quickly looked around the back rooms to find her. He couldn't lose her, especially when he had promised Suho he would protect her. His hand closed around the door knob of another door and he swung it open, but he found the boiler room instead.

"Where did you go?" He mumbled, pulling back and continuing toward the next room.

Haneul stayed close to the door, the night air brushing against her cheeks and blowing through her hair gently. The alleyway was dark and damp but she could still hear music coming from inside. She glanced at the black sky with despondency, exhaling and closing her eyes, a pair of footsteps approaching her and pulling her away from her moment of respite.

"Hey," a voice came from the other end of the alleyway, prompting her to come to a halt. She didn't dare look at the person approaching her, but she could smell cigarette smoke and dried blood from him. "What's a pretty thing like you doing out here in the dark?" He towered over her now, that awful going in his eyes and that devious smirk on his lips. "Don't tell me you're alone? Wanna get out of here? I'll keep you nice and warm..."

A pervert, she thought, her expression neutral, and the moment he reached out to touch her, Haneul slapped his hand away and made to step back into The Magic Shop.

"Oh no. You're not going anywhere!" The man hissed, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her back, and she released an awful cry.

"Let go of me!" The brunette screamed, elbowing him and fighting back, hearing him grunt with pain.

"Aw, you fucking bitch!" She has angered him now, throwing her onto the grimy ground and straddling her.

"I said get off!" Haneul cried, pushing him away, but she could feel how hard he was, that sick sneer still on his expression as he leaned in to press sloppy kisses onto her cheek and neck. She felt disgusted and dirty, and she knew this was only the beginning. She made to slap him, but he pinned her wrists on either side of her head with a growl, her face contorting pervertedly.

"Now now, don't struggle," his tone held slight irritation as she continued to squirm. "Just give in, will you?" Be began to grind, and she stiffened as his hips gyrated. "I'll make you feel good and then, we can have another round later. What do you say?"

"I said get off!" She screamed, managing to knock her knee into his crotch, and he shouted, toppling off of her and giving her ample time to escape, but pressed his whole body weight onto her, trapping her underneath him again, pushing her violently onto her stomach.

"You're going to take it like the slut you are," he pulled at her hair and she sobbed, his erection pressed to her backside, ready to pull down the zip of her dress. "If you scream, I'll kill you!"

Sehun had heard her scream, quickly following the sound of her voice until he found the right door. He swung it open, running through the storage room and toward the open back door, bolting through it and stepping onto the alleyway. He saw the man who had held her down, his blood boiling and his gaze deadly, quickly storming toward him. Grabbing onto the back of his collar shirt, the hitman pulled him off of her with brute force, turning him around and hitting him straight across the jaw.

Haneul was finally free, slowly lifting herself to a seated position, and she looked up at her savior. He stood taller than the other man, his shoulder broad, and his stare was cold and blank. She inhaled sharply, the anxiety that was already welling inside her increasing, moving away from the man. She had never seen a gaze like that before. It was like death had come to take the other man's soul. She thought she should have been relieved, but really, she had never been so scared in her life.

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Can I be him? - B.B.

Bucky Barnes (x) reader

Based on the song "Can I be him?" by James Arthur, written from Bucky's point of view. Y'all can probably imagine what this is about.

Genre: Angst, Sadness

Warnings: -

Word count: 1,793

A/N: Yeah another song based fic. There's just too many great songs out there to write to.

*POV Bucky*

I remembered the day as if it was a couple days ago. Tony had called everyone of us into the lobby with 'great news' as he said, which is never a good thing to hear from him. But all he wanted was to introduce us to a new Team member. Then she came in, and i swear i couldn't breathe for a second. She looked effortlessly beautiful, everything about her appearance alone was incredible. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, her figure, everything. She then went to introduce herself to everyone, her name, Y/N, from then on my favorite name of all time. Her voice was the softest one I've ever heard, my heart seemed to beat faster with every word that left her lips. When she shook my hand and looked up to me, her Y/E/C eyes shining with excitement, I'm pretty sure I started to stutter, the heat on my face probably visible to everyone else as well. She chuckled at that and god i almost melted onto the floor. If someone would have asked me before that if i believed in love at the first sight i would've negated it, but since I've seen her everything has been different.

Within a couple month we became great friends. We told each other about our lifes before The Avengers, and for the first time ever I didn't feel uncomfortable talking about my past. I knew i could trust her, and she made me feel safe. We spend a lot of time together, some nights I even brought up the courage to go to her room after I had a nightmare instead of Steves. She was really understanding, listening to me while I told her about what my mind had come up that time. The reassuring words like "You're really strong, having to endure all of that and still being positive." sounded like heaven as they fell from her lips, her voice even softer than usually. At these nights i couldn't dare to look at her too often, the warm light of her bedside lamp making her skin glow in the most beautiful way. I would've probably stopped talking and just stared at her if I looked at her too often.

Soon enough I've found out that one of her hobbies is singing. She told me she hated to sing infront of others, but after i begged for a good week she gave in and let me listen to her. "I'm gonna hit you if you laugh, i swear to god." She tried to threaten me with a smirk, I just grinned and nodded. She had her guitar on her lap. I could see her fingers shaking slightly, she was nervous, but I really wanted to hear her. Then she started playing a melody i haven't heard before and soon enough she started singing. Her voice was shaking slightly while she sang a song she's written herself. Soon enough she got more confident, her fingers stopped trembling just like her voice as she played the cords and sang, the corners of her mouth constantly turned up. Her voice was the most beautiful thing in the world and I couldn't stop the blissful smile that made it's way onto my face. I secretly wanted her to sing for me every single day, her peaceful voice making me feel home. That time i couldn't bring myself to not stare at her. She was an literal angel, singing about unrequited love and god I could relate so much. Secretly, i hoped she was singing about me. But I knew she saw me as a really good friend. And if that's what she wanted, I had to accept that.

Another day most of the Avengers sat in the lounge, the 3 women sitting on one couch, talking to each other, while the men took the rest of the seatings. I sat in a armchair next to the womens couch, mindlessly scrolling on my phone while trying to listen to what they were talking about since Sam made himself the number one topic among the men. Wanda started to talk about her and Vision, not really that interesting to me. But then she turned to Y/N to ask her about love instrests. I froze for a second, curious about her answer. "Well, there kinda is one." I heard her say and I silently prayed she would just say my name. "He's very good looking, charming and funny. But I'm not sure if he feels the same." "I bet he does! Go get him girl!" Natasha remarked, making the three of them laugh. With that the topic changed again, much to my disappointment. I wanted nothing more than for her to talk about me like that.

About a week later I sat in the kitchen with Y/N, Natasha and Sam, all of us eating. Y/N wasn't home the day before, but I didn't want to ask why, scared I might sound like I would watch out for her every day. Which I obviously did, but i certainly didn't want to confess it. Still, i was relieved when Natasha asked her about it. "Where were you yesterday by the way? Missed you at training." That's what she asked. I furrowed my eyebrows as Y/N blushed. "I might or might not have been on a date." I almost dropped my food as Natasha and Sam started cheering. "Girl, you got laid?" Sam instantly asked, earning a light hit from Natasha. "Tell us about him!" And then Y/N started telling them how much of a gentleman the dude was, how he made her laugh and how overall amazing he was. I tried not to show any jealousy, forcing a smile on my face and nodding along to her story. But inside of me, everything basically broke. I felt sicker with every compliment she told about the guy and i had to swallow hard to get the food down my dry throat. I already hated that guy, which was dumb, I knew that. But all I wanted was to be the guy she would talk about like that.

A few days later it happened, she came into the lounge were i was talking to Steve. Next to her was a guy, both were smiling, their fingers intertwined. My jaw clenched on it's own accord, my heart dropping at the scene infront of me. "I'd like to introduce you to my boyfriend Aiden." I forced a smile as I shook the guys hand. He was polite, and definitely not ugly, with quite a muscular body as well. I had no right to be jealous. She was allowed to date whoever she wanted. Because I didn't have the courage to ask her out before. But I felt Steves gaze on me, sympathy written over his face. He was the only one who knew about how I felt. But as always, I wasn't the lucky one.

Y/N and Aiden were dating a couple month when the fighting started. The first time I witnessed it was when I made my way to Steves room after a nightmare. It was about half past 2 am at that time when I heard a rather aggressive discussion as I passed Y/Ns room. They tried not to wake the others, obvious through the "Shh!" one of them let out when the other one got to loud. The only details I got was him accusing her of being to clingy and her defending herself after. Then I heard him say that he needed to get out of there, so I quickly slipped into the nearest bathroom. I heard the door open and close, his footsteps getting quieter as he went off. When I couldn't hear his footsteps anymore, I continued my way to Steve. I could hear her soft cries through her door, my heart tightening at the sound. For a moment I considered to go inside to calm her, but I guessed she wanted to be alone. So I continued to walk towards Steves room, feeling worse than before with a lump in my throat.

Another couple nights later a knock at my door ripped me out of my sleep. Confused, I looked at the clock on my nightstand, rubbing my eyes. It was around 3am. Who would be up this time? I slowly dragged my body towards my door, opening it. The sight infront of me woke me up in a matter of seconds. Y/N stood there, nervously rubbing her left arm. She looked even smaller than she normally did, her eyes red and puffy as she sniffed. "I'm sorry for waking you up...I didn't know where else to go." I shook my head, assuring her that it was okay before letting her step in. We sat on the bed together as she told me about her problems with Aiden, how he tented to be overprotective and wanting to force her to leave The Avengers because 'There were too many men around her', his words. As she started sobbing again I wrapped my arms around her, letting her cry into my shirt. I felt so sorry for her, but most of all, I was extremely angry at Aiden. He didn't deserve her, at all. He had the most amazing girlfriend and treated her like that? Made her cry because of him? If she would be mine, I would do everything to make her the happiest girl alive. And even if not me, she deserved someone to treat her like the princess she was. As Y/N mostly calmed down, she backed off again to wipe the tears from her face before smiling sadly. "Thank you. It really helped to talk about all this." I nodded, smiling as well. "Everytime."

As the time passed, the fights between Aiden and Y/N got lesser until they stopped completely, which was even harder for me. He had accepted her job, even with the men around her, and I tried to force myself to feel happy for her. But the couple would constantly walk around the facility together, talking and laughing. So she barely had time for me anymore. I couldn't even go to her when I had nightmares because Aiden would sleep over almost all the time. My nightmares got worse and worse until the point where I walked almost every night to Steves room, hearing the giggles and sometimes even other noises from Y/Ns room only compounded my problems. Steve often said how he hasn't seen me truly smile in a long time. I would just shurg my shoulders as an answer. Because I knew, I used to be happy with Y/N around me. But well, I wasn't him.

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