#so before I knew it this beast was in my sketchbook
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A second Beast of Basalt, taking inspiration from columnar basalt like before, but also the phenomenon of flood basalt. The tail is composed of a'a lava, and makes that clinkery, glassy sound when it gets swung! I painted this with acrylic inks.
#glyptodon#flood basalt#columnar basalt#geology#lava monster#volcano monster#avanii's art#avanii#I noticed the shells of the ice age megafauna glyptodon had these hexagonal scales#and it immediately reminded me of the hexagonal basalt columns#so before I knew it this beast was in my sketchbook#columnar jointing is so cool I think it deserves to have two monsters based on the phenomenon#basalt is the rock that keeps on giving#traditional art
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𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮
❝stay with me, as we cross the empty skies.❞
♡ eren jaeger ♡
sypnosis: they were soulmates that weren’t meant to be, at least not in this life.
a/n: hii! i decided to switch it up a little with my usual content and write for the aot fandom (psstt, it’s the first anime fandom that i joined). for this particular post, please make sure to carefully read the warning as this will contain very sensitive and maybe triggering aspects. i don’t want to make anyone upset or uncomfortable. hope you guys enjoy it!
a/n (cont.): not gonna lie, i had to pause while writing this because of how bad it broke my heart. sorry, eren stans 😞
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warnings: eren jaeger x reader, modern!au, in third person pov, deceiving fluff, heavy angst (sorry), hurt no comfort, mentions of self-harm, suicidal thoughts, brief mention of an eating disorder and body dysmorphia, suicide, not edited for grammatical errors.
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a new beginning.
the unforgiving cold winter has finally subsided, letting the soft and gentle warmth of spring embrace the earth. a touch of tenderness as the youth played without a stop in the playground as careless parents continued to chat with each other.
spring was finally here.
people were joyous, excited for the warmer weather to come as families began to plan all the sites that they would like to visit for vacation. friends were making summer plans with each other on where their next hit party location would be, ready to get boozed up and wash away their misery by living their teenage years freely.
they were free, like a bird who was finally out of a cage and let into the wild. exactly where it belonged.
but, not everyone was up for new beginnings. chained and caged to their own minds, like ravaging beasts that tore their sanity to pieces.
a lonely girl was seen walking along the park's sidewalk, peacefully listening to her music as she carried her college textbooks and sketchbook in her arms.
she was a simple girl.
or so people thought as they walked past her. but who knew, that her mind was far from simple, a complex process of thoughts that haunted her every single day that she lived.
not paying too much attention to her surroundings, twenty-one-year-old y/n was strolling to her heart's content on a hill under a cherry blossom tree. it was days like this where she truly felt a wave of comfort towards her sanity, watching the cherry blossom trees slowly release the pretty pink petals, one by one.
it brought her peace to know that it wasn't only her that was slowly falling apart. the only difference was that the petals fell gracefully and beautifully.
while she fell apart in the most painful way that she knew.
y/n watched the kids playing tag in the distance, a smile tugging on the corner of her lips as she was overwhelmed with nostalgia.
oh, how free she used to be.
she could almost remember how the sun's warmth embraced her like a mother soothing her child to safety. but now, her whole body was sheathed with clothing, not exposing an inch of skin for the sun's rays to hug.
how y/n wishes that she could relive those days just once. but, life was far from fair.
shit, it's already four in the afternoon? i better get home quick before mom and dad start to worry about me.
she thought as she picked up her pace, not noticing the figure in front of her. she bumped into a hard chest, making the person groan in pain as y/n's eyes widened in panic and embarrassment while her books dropped to the ground.
"oh my god! i'm so sorry!" she quickly apologized, looking up to be met with the most beautiful pair of eyes that she has ever seen. she couldn't tell if it was a shade of teal or emerald green, but whatever it may be, they hypnotized her instantly.
"are you okay?" his voice sounded so smooth, just like honey. his eyes holding concern for the panicking girl as she slowly nodded her head.
"yeah, are you okay?" y/n asked, watching the boy give her an assuring smile.
"don't worry, i'm okay. oh, and so sorry for making you drop these." he said as he bent down, picking up the books and notes that the girl dropped. y/n on the other hand was too busy staring at him, he was just so beautiful.
he was wearing a black cardigan, a green t-shirt and brown slacks. such a simple style yet he looked so soft and warm. his brown hair was long and tied into a small bun in the back, a couple of loose strands falling to his forehead as his slender fingers scrambled around all over the place to pick up y/n's items.
"here you go, again, i'm so sorry about this. i should've moved out of the way when i saw you rush forwards." the beautiful boy said with guilt as he rubbed the back of his nape, handing her the heavy textbooks as both of their fingers brushed against each other. y/n quickly shook her head.
"no, don't worry about it. it was my fault too, and thank you for picking up my things." she said with a shy smile, making the boy nod his head as he put on his earbuds back in his ear, waving her goodbye before walking off.
y/n couldn't move from her spot, almost as if that gorgeous boy had an invisible string tied to her, dragging her soul with him. her mind couldn't get the image of him out.
with a sigh, she began to walk on the opposite direction which would lead her to her destination.
home.
with her mind running in many different places, another regret was added to her big list. she wished that she could've asked for his name, but it would seem creepy, so she didn't.
now you're just a part of my memory. will we ever meet again?
y/n wondered as she crossed the street.
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"i'm home." she announced, but as expected, a response wasn't heard back. not that it was a surprise, her parents were never home.
always busy with work and more work. they missed every birthday, every thanksgiving, every christmas and every graduation, handing her bundles of cash as a way to pay off their debt of not being available for their only child.
y/n walked past the kitchen, noticing a small post-it note that informed her that money was left on the table so that she could order a pizza for lunch.
when even was the last time that she had a proper home cooked meal? she didn't know and she no longer cared.
it's not like she was hungry anyways.
trudging upstairs, she finally reached her room and opened her door to plop on her bed as she closed her eyes.
---
it's been a week since y/n had that small encounter with the boy. she's been going back to that park frequently in hopes of bumping into him once again, hoping to see him stroll nearby with his headphones plugged in.
but she didn't see him.
where are you? what are you doing right now?
she couldn't help but wonder, smiling as a small blush tinted her cheeks while she thought about how their hands touched for a brief moment. his skin was so warm and soft to the touch.
she could still remember his face as clear as day. strikingly beautiful teal orbs, glistening in the sun's brightness. brown locks that looked so soft to run her hands through.
and of course, she couldn't forget his warm smile that she was sure would make thousands of angels turn away in jealousy.
y/n's always has been a hopeless romantic, but she couldn't help herself from getting even more hopeless.
you are too perfect for me, and I am too imperfect for you.
she thought as she grabbed her sketchbook from her small desk.
although i may not know your identity or who you are, i am sure that i have met you in both a dream and real life.
she knew that she had to draw him.
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night fell, a spine tingling breeze brushed past y/n as she began to walk through the empty trail of the park. it was deserted, not a single soul to be seen as the only source of light that illuminated the area was the moon itself and the streetlights.
the girl clutched onto her sketchbook and pencil tightly, mesmerized by the music playing in her ears.
pretty boy by the neighborhood.
it was a perfect song, made for the perfect boy that has been swarming around her mind for the longest.
she sat down on the grass under the cherry blossom tree, the petals once again falling on her head, which she didn't mind. before opening her sketchbook, she gazed at the sky that was littered with a couple of stars and the full moon.
suddenly, a shooting star passed by.
i wish you were here with me right now.
y/n silently prayed, her eyes closed as she smiled at the image of the boy her mind created once again.
you don't have to do anything, just be by my side and smile once more.
she opened her sketchbook, twirling the pencil around a bit in between her index and middle finger. the tip hit the paper as she began to make soft strokes, beginning to draw her most favorite feature of his.
his eyes.
the look of concern that he gave her was filled with so much warmth, it was something so precious to her, as nobody ever looked at her like that before.
you are precious to me.
y/n finished sketching the basic shape of his eyes, beginning to make the smaller details before she could start shading. at the same time, she could hear footsteps near her and the rustling of the soft grass.
but she didn't pay too much mind to it as she was busy fixing his eyebrows, but she kept her music low.
in the corner of her eyes, she saw the shadow of another person as they took a seat next to her. but, she was too occupied with her drawing to pay an ounce of attention.
"what are you drawing?" the person asked, the familiar honey like voice making her halt her movement, eyes widened as her body felt electricity run through it.
it was him, it had to be him.
she looked over to her side to spare a glance, her eyes meeting with the same boy that she had bumped into a week ago.
it really is you.
there he was, sitting by her side as he smiled at her once again. a contagious smile that outshone the hundreds of stars in the night sky.
"someone special." y/n cheekily responded, making the boy chuckle as a reaction.
you are special to me.
he once again plugged in his headphones and began to listen to his own music while the girl continued to draw.
it has been almost an hour, the clock inching towards midnight, as the two didn't exchange a single word afterwards. both were just sitting under the cherry blossom tree, next to each other's side, as they coped in their own way.
a girl who drew away all her pain within the fine lines that she stroked, and a boy who drowned all of his troubles in the sounds of the blasting music in his ears.
"i should get going, it's getting pretty late." he announced as he tapped the screen of his phone, making y/n look his way with innocent eyes.
"oh, right." she simply blurted out, losing track of time as she was so busy perfecting her sketch and savoring his presence next to her.
"what's your name?" he asked while standing up before extending a hand towards y/n, which she hesitantly took from how jittery he made her feel.
"y/n. yours?" she replied as she took a hold of his hands, loving the feeling of his skin on hers. such a warm touch that sparked fire throughout her body.
"that's a pretty name. mine is eren." he responded, making knots form in her stomach from the very many butterflies that swarmed inside from his compliment. goosebumps were sent all over her body from how beautiful his name was.
so short and simple yet it rolled off her tongue like a sweet melody.
eren.
a beautiful name for a beautiful person.
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today was the beginning of a new week.
it was raining from last night, so y/n didn't have the chance to go to the park and meet with eren last night.
the spot under the cherry blossom tree would become their own little comfort circle, as the girl drew him while the boy listened to his music and imagined her face in his mind.
oh god, it was as if he was lovesick.
eren couldn't stop thinking about her since the day they both bumped into each other, feeling his heart combust from how cute she looked when flustered. her gentle soul calmed down his usually paranoid one.
y/n on the other hand, would steal a couple of glances at eren for the purpose of not only drawing him but to relax the fast pace of her beating heart.
every time she looked at him, she would only see him with his eyes closed as the soft breeze blew a couple of strands of hair to his closed eyes while he listened to his music.
she wanted to know what he was listening to with so much passion and emotion.
i'll ask you the next time i see you.
y/n noted before getting up from her bed, noticing that her snacks were finished. her parents were away on another business trip, which meant that they wouldn't be here until tomorrow.
she made sure to lock the main door behind her before she began to walk down the block where the nearest supermarket was located.
as y/n walked down the street, she noticed how empty the sidewalks were. it made her sad but feel comforted at the same time as the rain washed away all the burdensome thoughts that were pestering her mind.
her world has always been lonely, while she carried a heavy heart filled with pain and regret.
she felt hopeless and unwanted.
but how could she? she had everything a person could ever ask for.
a roof above her head, food on the table, parents that were more than financially stable and so much more. she had everything that a kid could ever dream of.
yet, why did she feel so lonely?
the type of loneliness that consumed y/n, suffocating her till she felt like she could no longer breathe. but, the presence of the people in her life felt more insufferable, as she felt like each one of them held imaginary guns to her head.
except for one person.
eren.
his presence made her feel wanted, she liked his presence better than being alone from the other people in her life.
entering the automated doors, she grabbed a red basket before heading towards the snacks aisle. there she threw in a couple of packs of rice balls, chips, candies and ice cream.
while she shuffled through the narrow paths, she didn't realize how her basket collided with someone else's. as she quickly turned around to apologize, her eyes were met with the beautiful boy once again.
"y/n?" eren asked, recognizing her as he turned to face her.
he was always the first one bumping into her.
was this fate?
"yeah, just came by to grab some snacks." she said with a giggle as she held up her basket.
"ohh, those are some great picks. i just came here to do some grocery shopping, you know, fill up the fridge again." he explained, making the girl nod her head in understatement.
she noticed how one of his earbuds were out, so that he could listen to her more carefully. mustering up the courage, y/n was about to open her mouth and ask him what he was listening to, only to be interrupted by a blonde by that was calling eren's name.
"i'm so sorry, i've got to go. my friend's calling me." eren said with an apologetic look, but y/n just gave him a soft smile.
"no worries, catch you later, eren." she said, purposely saying his name at the end, only to hear how beautifully it rolled off her tongue. they both waved each other goodbye as she watched his back walk towards the counter to pay for his items.
eren secretly cursed at his friend armin for ruining the moment, wishing that he could've chatted with her for a bit longer. he loved her presence, he felt an aura so powerful, almost like she was always there just to protect and accompany him from the world's cruel ways.
the both of them were falling for each other deeper than they could've ever imagined.
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"y/n!" a loud voice boomed from downstairs, making the girl quickly tumble out of bed as she recognized the angry voice of her mother.
"yeah mom?" she responded while she headed downstairs, seeing the woman having both of her hands on her hips with a displeased face.
"honey, what is all of this?" y/n's mom questioned as she pointed at the white bag on the kitchen counter filled with the snacks that were bought by the younger girl yesterday. however, y/n just remained silent as she didn't know what to say to argue back with her mother.
it wasn't like it was a fight worth arguing for because in the end, her mother would always find a way to prove her point, whether it was reasonable or not.
"if you continue to eat like this, then you'll be needing a whole new pant size by next month." she chuckled, poking at the girl's stomach in a teasing manner, only for y/n to swat her mother's hand away. her mother frowned at the action, but shrugged it off.
"you could ignore me all you want, but i just want the best for my daughter. your cousin lost twenty pounds this month! isn't that so amazing?" her mother questioned, although her intentions were to rub it in her face, making y/n's heart pump faster as she could feel anxiety overwhelm her being. her body began to shake and palms began to sweat as it became harder to breathe.
she could feel tears well in her eyes, as she turned her back to walk back upstairs to her room. y/n refused to show her mother any kind of weakness, knowing well enough that it would be used against her.
"y/n? honey!" she could hear her mother yell for her, but continued to ignore her.
the weeping girl entered her room, sniffling and choking on her sobs. she felt pathetic, wondering why such trivial words always get to her.
but that was the problem, these words weren't trivial at all nor were they words of genuine concern from her mother. in fact, it wasn't just her mother but all of her relatives.
she entered her bathroom, looking at the huge mirror as she stared at her body.
she poked all around her body, feeling disgusted as the mirror continued to deceive her in the most crude ways possible. the voices in her head were sounding more like her mother and her annoying relatives that would continuously tell her to shed off some weight at every family gathering.
but what weight?
she was a perfectly healthy girl, even her doctors said that.
so why, just why couldn't they see that? why did they continue to call her such degrading names that rotted her ears or compare her body with girls that weighed less than her? why would they pinch the sides of her stomach and tell her to starve herself?
numbers on the scale that would determine her self-worth towards others, making her crumble to pieces. she went to bed with an empty stomach for days, just like how she did before, not wanting to add more calories to her body nor burden her parents by wasting their money.
why can't i be pretty?
i want to feel pretty.
am i not enough?
why do i feel so alone?
these questions taunted her mind, ripping her into shreds as she stared down at the white marbled tile floors in the bathroom. nothing was ever enough to satisfy her parents, there was always an issue to the point where y/n thought that maybe her birth was a mistake.
their expectations for her were above the roof, and that raised conflict against y/n's grades. she was an average student with a sharp mind, but to her parents it was the signs of a developing failure. they despised her major, not giving a single shit that it was her dream to pursue an art career.
another reason why she hated family reunions. her cousins were either successful doctors and business people, or they were in the process of reaching those goals. those shitty relatives of hers knew what she wanted to do in the future, but always asked regardless to make a joke out of her.
which is why she stopped attending, not caring that her relatives threw dirt on her parents for raising a disrespectful brat. anything in this whole world was better than hearing such heart-stabbing words from people who are your own blood, people who are supposed to be by your side no matter what.
through her blurry vision, she looked at the corner of her sink, noticing the small metal that was glistening under the light. y/n closed her eyes, trying to distract her mind to another path, not wanting to fall on the road of darkness once again. she's tried so hard to maintain a clean record, and she'd be ashamed of herself for breaking it.
but everyone had a breaking point, and y/n was no different.
a heavy sigh left her lips and she knew that she needed some kind of relief from all these thoughts that were buzzing around her mind like a bunch of annoying flies. and so, she allowed herself to be defeated.
all she ever wanted was for someone to notice that she was trying her best to satisfy the world to their pleasure.
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eren sat on his bed, letting out a heavy sigh as he began to rub his temples. the boy was only twenty-one, yet he would stay up for days thinking about how he was gonna make his life work out.
bill after bill were piling up on the kitchen table, and it wasn't only housing bills. majority of the pile consisted of hospital bills due to eren's father being admitted, as the poor old man was diagnosed with heart disease about a year ago.
eren was devastated, unable to financially support himself or his sick father. he worked a job but it could only pay so much.
he threw the envelope to the side, grabbing his phone as he plugged in his earbuds before grasping the keys on the lamp table.
it was time for eren to put his mind at rest for the night.
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the crisp air of tonight once again sent chills down y/n's spine while she walked inside the park. it was inching closer to midnight, the whole world was asleep except for two people.
the restless souls of a girl and boy who were slowly dying.
the girl began to walk up the small hill to where the large cherry blossom tree resided. there, she saw the outline of a figure already seated as when she got closer, she was met with eren.
they both greeted each other as y/n sat right next to him like usual before averting her gaze to her sketchbook. she began to open to the page that she was working on for about more than a week now.
that is until she felt a light tap on her shoulder, making her jolt as she was startled.
"yeah?" she asked as she glanced at eren, who now took off both of his earbuds while he turned his whole body towards her.
"sorry if i startled you, i just wanted to ask you if you wouldn't mind talking to me tonight? if you're not busy." he hesitantly asked with a small smile, making y/n's heart swell with warmth as she felt fuzzy inside.
"of course, i'd love that." y/n responded as she closed her sketchbook and placed it on the ground, planning to work on it later at home.
"you know, i didn't expect you to come here often, especially at such a late hour." eren commented, making the girl hum in response.
"same here. but, i usually come here to draw because sometimes the world could be so loud and you just need to take a step back to give yourself some time." she explained, making the boy nod his head in agreement.
"i get where you're coming from. oh my god, wait- i come here almost every night, am i a bother? im so-" eren began to ramble with panic, hating himself for invading her privacy without even asking her once if she was okay with it.
"no! please don't apologize, you're no bother at all. i actually enjoy your company a lot." y/n quickly cut him off, assuring that it was perfectly okay. she placed a gentle hand on his back, calming him down as he nodded with an exhale of relief.
she noticed how tense he was, always jumping to apologize for the smallest things and she couldn't help but wonder if he was okay. but, she decided to not ask as it was not her place to pry into his personal life.
after all, they were just two strangers who happen to find comfort in each other's presence during their darkest hours.
"i'm glad to know that you didn't find me creepy or anything. i usually come back here because it brings me peace to know that someone is by my side around this lonely hour." he admitted with a shy smile, making the girl blush.
and just like that, they began to exchange small talk with each other. talking about random things such as their favorite colors, clothing styles, and so on.
"march twentieth? aww, that means it already passed." y/n pouted in disappointment, making the boy chuckle.
"don't worry, i don't really do anything for my birthday either way." he said, his tone laced with a hint of sadness.
"if it makes you feel any better, i sleep the whole day away. not much of a party person, you know?" she attempted to make the mood lighter.
"i guess us meeting each other was destiny, huh? we both connect so well." eren added, making her giggle from his words.
a playful destiny that they both didn't know what they were getting themselves into. they crossed in each other's paths, weaving themselves into each other's hearts and mind.
"can i ask you something, if you don't mind?" y/n asked, playing with her fingers as her nerves were practically killing her at the moment.
"of course, what's up?" eren softly said, noticing how fidgety she was in front of him.
"what song are you listening to?" she asked her burning question, but it came out to be more like a mumble.
"ah, this? well, i listen to many songs by various different artists. but there's this one particular song that is very dear to my heart and it's called je te laisserai des mots by patrick watson. the song reminds me of my mother." eren mentioned, showing her his screen which had the pop-up of the song's cover picture.
"oh, i see. what happened to her?" y/n nonchalantly blurted, regretting her words immediately as she quickly slapped a hand on her mouth.
"sorry, that was such a personal question." she quickly tried to amend her words, but eren shook his head.
"no worries, you're fine. my mother passed away about three years ago from leukemia." he said with a sad smile, his words came out much softer than before, almost like a whisper as he harshly gulped.
y/n's eyes widened, her heart softening as she saw the boy trying to maintain a strong character.
"i'm so sorry, eren." was the only thing she could say, wishing that she could somehow make him feel better.
eren began to tell her how the song was about leaving letters under the door, during the night when the whole world turned silent. two lovers that would heal each other through their sweet words of nothings and secret communication, waiting for the perfect moment to embrace and kiss each other.
the song sounded beautiful, making y/n want to listen to it right now. eren took the phone out of her hands, the two seconds of skin contact making y/n's heart almost jump out of her chest. he found the song on youtube and added it to her playlist.
eren's mother would always tell him stories of how everyone in the world was created in pairs and that he soon will find his other half.
but who knew, that the universe would play a cruel card on the poor boy by making him meet her at the wrong time.
"your mother sounds like a lovely woman and this song sounds just as lovely as her." y/n commented, making eren's lips curl into a smile, the strings of his heart being tugged by how gentle she was with him.
"she really was." he sighed out, a whimper leaving his mouth as the girl turned to face him. there she saw his face, coated with tears as they spilled from his gorgeous eyes.
y/n's heart clenched in pain, unable to take in the sight of eren crying in front of her. her hands were getting clammy and shaky as she didn't know how to approach him. she sucked in a breath, screwing everything to hell.
y/n leaned forwards, making eren look up at her with glossy red eyes. god, he looked so ethereal, so beautiful as the pale moonlight shone over his face. the girl only managed to nod at him before pulling him to her chest, allowing him to sob all of his pain on her.
"all these years, i've been so alone. always wondering, just when will it all get better? but it never did, false hope is much more painful than anything else in the world." he choked out, salty tears wetting her shirt.
y/n couldn't help but let her own tears roll down her rosy cheeks, sniffling as she heard the boy tell her his story. the story of the boy whom she presumed to be free from the world's hellish ways, when in reality, he was just like her.
chained to his own torturous mind.
and that's when y/n realized, how similar their worlds were. she thought that she lived in a world where only she existed, falling deeper into the void of nothing but darkness.
but now, he was in her world and made it feel less empty.
the girl placed both of her palms on the sides of his wet face, soft and tender fingers brushing against his skin to wipe away his tears as she looked at him with the most adoring and gentle eyes.
"you're not alone anymore, eren. i'm here with you now." y/n assures before placing her forehead on his, feeling his warm breath against her own. eren began to relax into her hold, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her in tighter, inhaling her scent which continued to intoxicate his mind like a drug.
and just like that, they both became each other's one and only.
---
both eren and y/n exchanged their numbers, texting each other almost daily. they both were holding onto a thread where they pulled on each end. of course, they continued to meet up exactly around midnight under the same cherry blossom tree.
it was raining outside, which meant that y/n would stay home tonight. she loved the rain as it would bring her a sense of home of the home that she never had. the sky was crying, a beautifully tragic scene as the sky was also home to the stars, something so beautiful yet painfully sad.
it showed that no matter how much you shine and seem to be so flawless, inside, there will always be a piece of sorrow that no one wants to show.
this would perfectly describe both eren and y/n. they were both a tragically beautiful piece of a suicidal work of art.
perfectly imperfect together.
y/n walked downstairs with her sketchbook in hand, wanting to continue her drawing of eren as she placed the book on the dining table. once again plugging in her headphone, she began to go through her playlist to find the song that eren recommended her.
that was until chaos broke.
"y/n!" her father angrily yelled into the room, making the poor girl look up at the man in both panic and fear. she wasn't necessarily close with either parents, but her father always managed to scare her from how strict and neutral his face would always be.
she couldn't even remember the last time that she hugged him or even had a normal conversation with him.
"you good for nothing of a child! i just got your semester's report card in the mail today and you're still in that useless art major? the hell is this y/n! haven't i advised you many times to take a business course?" her dad scolded her, making her tremble on her spot as the man's face turned red.
"i'm not interested in business, dad. i have a passion for art and would like to continue doing so. but if you can't accept that, then i don't have anything else to say to you." she harshly spoke up, glaring at the man as her dad's eyes widened.
"since when have you learned to talk back to me so rudely, huh? fine, do what you want. but when things don't go the way you wanted, don't come running back to us because these doors are gonna be closed for you, for good." he deadpanned, facial expressions remaining calm yet his words were like a bunch of knives, stabbing y/n's already aching heart a thousand times.
she was still their kid, how could they say such a thing? parents were expected to encourage their kids and be their backbone, but every time that y/n spoke to hers, she wished that she never had any to begin with.
"i see." was the only thing she blurted before resuming to put her headphones in, ignoring her father's presence. he scoffed in disbelief before walking towards his daughter, harshly grabbing the wires of the headphones.
"what the fuck is your problem, man?" y/n angrily scowled, watching her father throw the headphones on the ground before stomping on it. she watched them break, knowing well enough that she won't be able to buy new ones any time soon.
"there you go, now let's see how you'll ignore my words. god, why did i ever even decide to have a kid. a pain in my ass." he muttered the last sentence under his breath, yet the words rung clear in y/n's head as tears brimmed in her eyes.
without a second thought, the girl grabbed her sketchbook and pencil before storming out the door. she heard her father yell, but she no longer cared, all she wanted to do was leave.
she wanted to leave her home, her parents and she wanted to leave this world.
i hate this! i hate this so much! i want to leave, leave everyone and this fucking world. go to hell, for fucks sake.
she thought as she ran through the pouring rain, not caring that her clothes were drenched and her hair was sticking to her forehead. it was so hard to deal with her conflicting emotions every day, living through random waves of sadness and loneliness.
y/n's sketchbook had a leather cover, but she still shoved it inside her shirt in fear of it getting wet and destroyed. she found herself walking along the same path of the park as she kept on walking closer to the cherry blossom tree.
she plopped on the grass, crying out as she looked at her knees. she felt hopeless and desperate, wishing that she could somehow change her life.
if only she could turn back time, then would everything change? if she did listen to her parents and followed their every order like a dog, then would they perhaps love her more?
all she wanted was some affection and care. is she not even worthy of that?
she heard the heavy raindrop noise pitter-pattering on a hard surface as she no longer felt the drops hitting her body. she looked forwards to see a pair of legs, an umbrella that was now shielding her from the cold rain.
"y/n?" a voice called out, tone dripping with concern as she knew that voice.
the voice that would always make her days, soothe her sanity and calm down her racing heart.
"eren." she whispered, a small smile making its way to her lips as she crouched her head. eren let go of the umbrella, dropping to his knees in front of her before cradling her in his arms while the girl cried on his chest in the pouring rain. her fists grabbed onto his shirt as she choked on her tears, whimpers leaving her mouth.
he was always here for her, coming to her during the times that she needed someone the most. he was there to give her a shoulder to cry on, wrap around his arms to bring her a sense of warmth and comfort and most of all, he was there to smile for her.
his smile that gave her some hope in continuing life, just so that she could wake up every day and look forward to seeing that gorgeous smile.
"what happened, y/n?" eren softly asked, hesitating in his mind a bit on whether or not he should ask but he did anyways. he wanted to help her, he'd do anything for her if it meant that she'd feel an inch better than she was feeling right now.
"please, just take me home, eren." she whispered against the flesh of his neck, making the boy pinch his eyebrows together in confusion.
"i don't know where you live though." he answered, but the girl shook her head.
"i'll go wherever you go, eren. that's my home, you're my home." she mumbled in his shirt, making his heart skip multiple beats and he didn't know if it was from her words or from how her lips were grazing against his collarbones.
"okay, let's go." eren nodded his head before picking up the exhausted girl in his arms as he began to walk to his house.
---
"if you need anything, just let me know, hm?" eren informed as he handed y/n a pair of his pants and a t-shirt. the girl nodded before walking inside the bathroom to change out of her soaking clothes while eren sat in his room waiting for her.
after a couple of minutes, y/n walked out and noticed that eren also changed out of his wet clothes. sighing out heavily, she took a seat next to him on his bed.
"what were you doing out in the pouring rain, y/n? you're going to get sick." he said with a frown, caressing her cheeks softly.
"i'm already sick eren, what's a little rain gonna do to me?" she responded with a bitter chuckle, making the boy look at her with curious eyes.
"y/n.." eren trailed off, watching the girl in front of him fall to pieces.
"no, i shouldn't be feeling this way. it's pathetic, what do i have to be sad about? i have both of my parents, a house, food on the table, and so much more. but even with all that, why do i feel so miserable, eren? please, i need an answer. i can't stop feeling this wave of hatred for myself." y/n spoke as her voice cracked towards the end, eyes desperately searching eren's for some kind of solution.
"you have every right to feel this way, y/n. if it hurts you, then it hurts. your feelings are valid just like anyone else's." eren softly told her, words as delicate as a feather as he was afraid that she would break under his touch.
he was an angel, listening to her every word with deep care and attention.
he was her angel.
"they were never here for me. i've spent the last twenty-one years all alone, every birthday, every christmas and every graduation. they could never make any time for me, am i not worth their time? am i that burdensome?" y/n questioned, wetting eren's perfectly dried shirt as the boy continued to rub her back in a soothing manner.
"i would swim across the seven seas if it meant to spend just a minute with you." eren said, making her breath hitch as she looked up at him only to have him look down at her with the most pure and soft eyes.
"no, i don't deserve your time, eren. you deserve someone better, someone prettier and someone who's flawless. i'm not the one." she painfully spoke, each word breaking her heart even more.
"but you're an angel, y/n. a breathtakingly beautiful angel. everyone has their own flaws, it's what makes them special. and the both of us, we're beautifully broken together." eren said with glossy eyes before planting a chaste kiss on her forehead.
and after so many lonely years later, y/n finally felt wanted and cared for, just as she desired with all her heart.
---
it's been about two weeks since y/n has been living with eren. her parents still haven't come looking for her, not that she cared. even if they were to come and demand her to go home, she knew that she wouldn't oblige.
the moments that she spent with eren felt like a dream, too good to be true. he was the only one who was able to make her lonely world feel like it was alive. he was the light that shone bright in the deep and dark caverns of her soul.
he gave her a purpose.
and just like that, she gave him a reason to continue. she was his anchor, the one holding the pieces of his sanity together.
y/n has just finished her drawing of eren, staring at it every night after the lights went out and eren left to go sleep on the couch. the drawing was perfect and beautiful, just like the inspired model himself.
secretly, y/n has been saving up for a special surprise for eren. after running away from home, her parents stopped putting money in her bank account, so with whatever she had left, she tried her best to help eren out and use it for her surprise.
she pulled out the small red box before opening it, hearing the beautiful melody. it was a customized music box that had the same tune playing of eren's favorite song.
je te laisserai des mots by patrick watson.
y/n placed it in the gift bag along with the drawing of eren, and now all she had to do was look for eren himself.
she got up from the bed, feet shuffling as she exited the room to look for the brunet. but, he was nowhere to be seen. lost in confusion, she followed her instincts and went outside.
y/n let out a breath of relief as she noticed the figure in the distance, slightly jogging up to him before hugging his back.
"eren! i-" her words were short-lived as her nose burned with the foul smell of cigarettes. shocked, she quickly pulled away and forced eren to face her.
"eren, what are you doing?" she quickly blurted out before grabbing the cancerous stick out of his mouth, throwing it on the floor as she stepped on it.
"i don't know what to do anymore, y/n." eren sighed out, before collapsing into her arms as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. naturally, she wrapped her arms around his neck as she stroked his hair.
"it's okay, i'm here." she quietly assured.
"my father's condition is getting worse and the doctors told me that if i can't pay his hospital bills within the next month, then all of his medical treatment will eventually be stopped." he mumbled into her neck, trying to explain the situation to the girl.
y/n was frozen, immobile in her tracks as she felt eren's tears hit her skin. she didn't know what to do, she didn't have enough money on her to help the boy out with his father.
"i could get a second job, eren. we could make this work, don't lose hope, alright? i'm here with you no matter what." y/n murmured against his hair before kissing his forehead.
"i'm so sorry you had to see me like that. i just need something to get my mind off of that, you know?" he tried to defend himself as guilt washed over his face.
"you don't need to apologize, eren. but please, don't smoke anymore. share it with me, let me take some of the load. i don't want you to suffer alone." she caressed his face, making eren smile at her as he wondered to himself what he ever did to deserve someone like y/n.
"thank you for being so kind to me. i promise, i won't smoke anymore." he vowed, making the girl nod her head.
"oh right, i forgot to ask you. i'm gonna go see my mother later on, would you like to meet her?" eren offered and without hesitation, y/n nodded her head.
"i'd love to meet her, eren!" she exclaimed, hugging the boy once again in content as he chuckled in reaction.
"then let's go meet her together!" eren sang out before taking a hold of her soft hands as they both began to walk.
---
"hey mom." eren said with a cheeky smile, sitting next to the gravestone as he stroked it gently. y/n took a seat next to him, carefully watching the boy talk to his mother.
"sorry for not coming so often, dad's bills are skyrocketing and he himself isn't doing so well. ah, how could he be so selfish? he's getting ready to see you way too soon." he spoke with a shaky voice, trying to keep his composure, although his voice kept cracking from the immense amount of pain he was feeling.
but, that wasn't until he felt two smaller arms wrap around his torso as the girl leaned into his chest.
"nice to meet you, mrs. jaeger. i'm y/n." she simply introduced herself, making eren smile like a fool in love.
i've found my other half, mom.
eren silently thought, hoping that his words were able to reach his mother. he watched the girl talking with his mother, telling her about her childhood and how much he meant to her.
"i promise you, mrs. jaeger, i'll go into space to bring the stars for your son if i have to." she whispered before place a small kiss on the stone.
---
"what's this?" eren innocently asked, pointing to the gift bag that rested on his bed. y/n grinned as she ushered him to open it.
"a surprise." y/n whispered into his ears before pressing a small kiss on his temple, making the boy blush from the sudden action.
he dug inside the bag and pulled out the music box, opening it as the tune began to play. his eyes widened in shock, looking at y/n.
"is this actually for me?" he asked to be sure, and the girl nodded her head.
"yup! just for you." she chirped with a grin. eren continued to look in the bag and pulled out the portrait of himself.
"you were working on me the whole time?" he gasped, amazed at how beautifully she drew him.
"i started this portrait ever since we've first bumped into each other. you were just so gorgeous that i couldn't help myself." y/n embarrassingly admitted, making eren grab her face with the palm of his hands.
"it's beautiful, thank you so much, my little angel." the nickname sent tight knots being tied all over y/n's body, the familiar warm and fuzzy feeling making her chest tighten.
"you really like it?" she asked and eren gave her a soft smile.
"i love it, and to show you my gratitude, would you be up for going to the summer festival with me tomorrow?" he invited her with a small smirk, making heat rush up to her cheeks.
was this a date?
y/n's thoughts were swarming in her head, all running in different directions.
"of course." she responded before pulling him in for another hug.
she could never have enough of him and the way they both loved each other started to scare them, as they were becoming afraid to lose one another.
---
it was a beautiful sight.
colorful lights decorating the streets and the huge park, fairy lights wrapped all around the branches of the cherry blossom trees. along with the that, the delicious smell of the various snacks in each vendor was enough to make both y/n and eren hungry. but, they just got here and they still have the whole night to spend.
"can you believe that this would happen every year and each year i would stay home?" y/n scoffed in disbelief, making eren hum in response as he watched the flock of people shuffling around.
"well, now the both of us are here for the first time! since i've never been to one either." eren said as he took a hold of her hand, swinging it back and forth as they began to look around.
little kids were running around like a couple of wild rabbits, swirling the lit up balloons or the animal shaped balloons in the air. y/n looked around, noticing how they had stalls where you could get your face painted into different animals and such.
the area was radiating with nothing but positive vibes, euphoric energy as screams of fear could be heard in the distance. they placed a few rollercoasters this year too.
"so, what would you like to do first?" he asked, pulling her closer to his chest as his warmth engulfed her being.
"let's go ride that!" y/n's eyes lit up as she pointed to a ride that had a huge slope and although eren looked at it with hesitant eyes, he wanted to fulfill her request.
"well then, your wish is my command." eren said in a cheesy manner, making the girl become flustered as she playfully smacked his chest, the both of them erupting into a fit of laughter.
it was nights like these that made the both of them truly feel alive.
the wait in line wasn't too long as the festival just started and people started to come in, so both eren and y/n got into an empty cart pretty easily. the workers buckled them up securely before giving them a thumbs up, indicating that they were ready for the ride.
it started, y/n could feel the thumping of her heart get louder as the ride slowly began to inch towards the top. eren on the other hand, gulped harshly as he glanced at y/n who also shared the same fearful look.
no, i have to be a man.
eren mentally scolded himself before clearing his throat.
"if you feel scared, you could always hold onto my hand." he offered, making the girl scoff as she rolled her eyes.
"do you think of me as a wimp?" she argued back, making eren hum.
"hmm, we'll see." he teased before sticking out his tongue at her.
they finally reached the top and all the pride and courage in the both of them were soon nowhere to be found. they stopped right at the top as both y/n and eren's eyes were shut closed.
"are you ready y/n?!"
"hell no! are you ready eren?!
"no! but let's be ready together, yeah?!"
"okay!"
and with that being said, the ride went down the slope at an unbelievably fast pace, making the both of them scream their lungs off. facing his fear, eren opened his eyes only to laugh in disbelief at the sight.
they were up so high on the second slope as he quickly looked at his right side, watching the girl scream with her eyes tightly screwed shut.
"y/n! open your eyes!" eren quickly blurted out, but she violently shook her head.
"i can't!" y/n yelled back.
"you can! just trust me!" eren assured, holding her hand and gave it a small squeeze. feeling reassured by his words and frail touch, the girl opened her eyes and gasped.
"holy fuck! we're so up high!" y/n said, although it was obvious. the ride was scary yet beautiful, it would stop at the top from time to time to give the riders time to appreciate the scenery.
from up top, you could the decorated park and the people on the bottom sprawled everywhere like a bunch of little dolls. the night sky was a bit cloudy as she could see a bunch of lanterns being prepared for later on.
"last one, y/n. let's do it together again!" eren shouted with a small smile as he intertwined his fingers with hers once again, before they both let out a shriek while the ride went down the last slope and loop.
"that was awesome!" y/n exclaimed like a little kid as they both got off the ride, the girl stumbling a bit as eren was quick enough to catch her back.
"mhm, we could ride it once more before we leave." eren casually said as the girl nodded her head eagerly.
"let's have some ice cream." y/n suggested and eren nonchalantly nodded his head before he was being pulled away by the girl to the stall.
they both got a cone and began to eat the cold sweet dessert. they both looked at each other with wide eyes from how good the soft dairy treat tasted.
"this is good." eren complimented as he began to devour the cone, basically. y/n chuckled at how messy he was being, the sides of his lips covered with the vanilla ice cream.
"wait, you got a little something here." she said as she took her thumb and swiped it across his lips, making eren freeze at the sudden contact. he was flustered at how soft her thumb pads felt against his lips.
"thanks." he breathed out before they both continued to eat their ice cream.
as they both continued to walk in between many people, y/n couldn't help but wonder if life has always been like this.
the people here seemed like they were on some kind of laughing or happy gas, not an inch of sadness or misery being expressed in their facial expression. for once in her life, she genuinely felt happy.
and it was all because of eren, her one and only.
he was her special person, the only person in her life. his contagious smile was the only thing that could make her stomach do somersaults and make her heart skip so many beats at a single time.
she loved him and it was undeniable.
"these are pretty." eren pointed at the stall that was selling rings. they were beautifully decorated with stones of all colors and the bands were engraved with roses.
"what a lovely couple you both are. would you like to buy a pair of our special rings?" the lady asked and eren contemplated for a while.
"which one do you think looks better, y/n?" eren indecisively asked for an opinion while shifting his gaze towards the girl.
"that one." she pointed at the rings that didn't have a colored stone on top of it and instead were just the bands that were encrusted with the roses.
"i think so too. we'll have that please." eren politely said as the lady began to box up the rings while he handed her the money.
the both of them made their way to their usual spot, which is underneath their cherry blossom tree. there wasn't anyone there as most people were busy taking pictures of themselves near the other trees or by the riverside.
both eren and y/n sat down on the grass, the girl resting her head on his shoulder as a smile of content was plastered on her face.
"what's up with that sudden pretty smile?" eren asked with a cocked eyebrow, making y/n giggle.
"oh, nothing. it's just, i haven't felt like this in ages." she replied, making eren snake his arms around her waist to pull her in closer.
"well, i'm glad that you're enjoying yourself." he commented before pressing a kiss on the top of her head. eren was about to grab her hand to hold it, but he didn't notice that she was leaning forwards and accidentally grabbed her wrist instead.
unexpectedly, y/n let out a loud yelp as eren looked at her with horror. y/n quickly shut herself up, sucking in the tears that threatened to spill before nervously glancing at the petrified boy, who didn't know what he did wrong.
"i'm so sorry y/n, oh my god." eren quickly apologized, making her shake his head to calm his panic down.
"no, no, no, you did nothing wrong." y/n quickly assured, but that wasn't enough to convince eren. the boy saw her sleeves being raised, noticing the thin lines on her flesh. he softly took a hold of her arm as the girl looked at him with wide eyes.
"eren-"
he pulled up her sleeves, gasping as he slapped his hand over his mouth to prevent himself from uttering another word. her wrists were full of slits, they were old scars which were done when she used to live with her parents.
y/n nervously chewed on her bottom lip, palms becoming sweaty as she continued to watch eren examine her arm without a single word.
"i'm sorry, i know they're ugly." she said, slowly now becoming insecure of the marks as she attempted to slip her hand away to once again cover them. but, eren pulled her arm back before holding it up to his face.
"who said that?" eren whispered under his breath before pressing a soft kiss on the cut flesh, making the girl slightly wince in pain but it was bearable.
"y/n, each one of these scars, tells me that you survived every battle. you wanna know how? it's because right now, you're sitting right next to me, happy and breathing." he once again spoke before planting another tender kiss on her scars, peppering each one of them with the gentle kisses lightly.
y/n could feel her eyes become watery as it was becoming overwhelming. never in her life has she been handled this delicately, like a fragile piece of glass. but eren, he treated her like nobody ever did before.
his love for her was nothing but pure and genuine.
"eren?" she called out his name, a word that she would never get tired of saying.
"yes my little angel?" he answered, looking at her with anticipating eyes.
"i love you." y/n blurted out the three words from the bottom of her heart, looking into his eyes with nothing but a lovesick expression.
"i love you too." eren replied before leaning his face closer to hers until there was no space left between the both of them. y/n closed her eyes, feeling both of their noses brush against each other as their breaths mingled.
in mere seconds, their lips connected as they began to move on their own. eren's hands were at the sides of her face while her hands were entangled with the soft brown locks.
it truly felt like heaven on earth.
their souls intertwined together, becoming one, as the feverish kiss left them almost breathless as they both kissed each other as if it was their last.
eren tilted his head, trying to get a better angle as her lips were slightly gape, taking this as an opportunity to slide his tongue in. y/n felt eren stealing all the oxygen in her lungs from the kiss, pulling the boy closer to her even though it wasn't physically possible. she grabbed onto his shirt, body trembling with the overwhelming feeling of the sparks set inside her heart. his hands moved down to rub her back as y/n suddenly smiled, making eren smile against her lips as well.
they were made for each other.
---
eren took out the box that contained the two rings, gently grabbing her ring finger before sliding it on. y/n found it cheesy, the whole promise ring concept, but she couldn't deny the fact that it made her feel special.
he always managed to make her feel special no matter what.
she took the other ring and grabbed eren's hand, sliding the rose encrusted band on his ring finger as he grinned like an idiot.
"this is a token of my undying love for you." he vowed before locking his fingers together with hers, bringing it up to his face to kiss both of the cold metals.
"what did i ever do to deserve such a precious person?" y/n thought out loud, making eren let out a faint chuckle before he tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ear.
"we'll heal together, my love." eren promised before kissing the bridge of her nose, sending her sanity over the edge as y/n felt like she was on cloud nine.
"okay, let's do that." she agreed with a nod, reciprocating the same action as she kissed the bridge of his nose.
it was almost as if all their troubles and worries melted into puddles of nothing. they were living in a fairytale, a world where only they existed.
she was his princess and he was her prince charming, saving her from the world's harsh ways.
y/n got up, picking some flowers from the cherry blossom tree while the boy innocently watched her with doey eyes. she came behind him and planted the small flowers into his bun.
"pretty flowers for a pretty boy." y/n said with a wide grin, making eren become bashful from the sweet gesture. so, in return, he did the same.
eren picked some flowers, just as she did and placed them in his lap as he sat behind her. y/n's hair was out, making it much more accessible for eren to braid her hair. after he was done braiding her hair, he placed each cherry blossom flower in the slits of the braid.
"pretty flowers for my pretty princess." eren commented as he looked at his work proudly, making the girl gasp with amazement.
"jeez, i never knew you were this good with hair! you made me look like an actual princess." y/n compared and complimented the boy.
"i used to braid my mom's hair a lot, so i kinda know the ways." he said with a small wink, making the girl laugh.
"attention ladies and gentlemen! the sky lantern show will be starting soon, it's a sight you wouldn't wanna miss!" a loud voice roared through the whole area as a short man spoke through the megaphone.
"my lady?" eren dramatically asked as he nudged his arm to link with hers.
"why of course, my good sir." she played along, making them both laugh at their childish behavior.
the both of them didn't want the night to end. it was as if they were reborn tonight and were given a second chance to relive everything all over again, with each other. every mistake, every regret and every ounce of loneliness that they every felt were gone, as if it never even happened.
both eren and y/n walked to the riverside, watching it slowly becoming crowded with people.
"get your lanterns here! get your lanterns!" they heard a person repeat over and over again, peering at the stall a couple of steps ahead. they both shrugged at each other and headed in that direction as the old man gave them a small smile.
"my, my, it truly is summer, huh? the youth have found love and it is blossoming just like the rest of the spring flowers." he commented with a hearty chuckle before handing eren a lantern, explaining the instructions to him.
"oh, and here is a marker, my dear. you could write a small message before you release your lantern." the old man told y/n as the girl took his offer and thanked him.
were people always this nice?
y/n thought to herself as she began to walk by eren's side, the both of them getting closer by the river. they sat down on the cemented edge, feet dangling off.
"what should we write?" y/n thought out loud, asking eren for any ideas, but the boy was also thinking.
"i think i have it!" the girl suddenly outbursted, eren handing her the paper lantern to let her write.
no matter how far apart we are, in every new life that we enter, we will find each other once again.
- eren and y/n, forever
"sounds great!" eren exclaimed as he began to start the fire that would blow the lantern all the way up in the sky. thousands of them were already decorating the sky, lighting up the whole area.
"you ready?" he asked the girl while holding on to the lantern securely so that it doesn't go flying up in the air beforehand.
"mhm." she hummed in response as she placed her hands on top of his.
"then let's release it on the count of three." eren suggested.
"1... 2... 3...!"
both of them let the paper lantern go as it began to float up, innocent and curious eyes trailing behind the lantern as they watched it like a bunch of little kids. they continued to watch the very many colored lanterns being released, ranging from all different shapes and sizes.
"eren! eren! look, our lantern is still flying up!" y/n pointed out as she bounced a bit, pointing at the lantern that flew the highest from the rest.
"must be a sign that our message will come true." eren said before kissing her neck, tickling her flesh as the girl let out a small giggle.
"of course, after all, you and i share the same soul. we're meant to be." she said with glimmering eyes before leaning in to kiss eren once again.
and as if on cue, they could hear fireworks being set off somewhere far in the distance.
tonight truly felt magical.
---
it was the next morning, late noon to be exact. both eren and y/n were still fast asleep as they got home pretty late last night. love struck and unable to let go of each other, they both ended up sharing the bed, tucked away in each other's warmth.
so, here they both were, sleeping in each other's arms. y/n's head rested on eren's chest while his arms were laced around her waist protectively, afraid that she'd run away from him. their legs were entangled together, while y/n's other arm draped over his torso.
soft snores of their peaceful slumber could be heard as the house was silent.
but, who knew that it would only take a matter of seconds to change everything? fate, something so powerful yet so destructive at the same time.
the ringing of eren's phone woke him up, as the still dazed boy let out a groan of annoyance. he carefully turned over to his side, not wanting to wake up the sleeping girl in his arms.
it was an unknown number.
not thinking much of it, eren accepted the call and placed it on his ear before clearing his throat.
"hello?" eren quietly asked in a groggy voice.
"is this the son of grisha jaeger?" the feminine voice questioned from the other line, making eren's mind become more alert.
"yes, this is him." he seriously answered, only to hear a brief pause from the other side. eren could feel his nerves driving him off the edge, his heart pumping faster from how anxious he felt. he wasn't too religious, but that didn't stop him from praying to whatever god that was up there that the lady wasn't about to tell him what he thinks she's about to tell him.
please, please, just not right now. i can't do this, i was having so much fun last night. why? why now?!
"this is the hospital that your father has been admitted to. we would like to send our condolences to you, your father has passed away this morning around eight-thirty. again, we are very sorry, but we tried everything that we could." her words felt like they were getting farther away, his mind becoming blank.
"hello? hello? mr. jaeger? hel-"
eren pressed the red button on the bottom, his breathing becoming irregular as he tried his best to calm down, looking at the sleeping angelic figure next to him.
y/n, if i told you about all the thoughts running in my head right now, would you be able to catch each one of them and make them disappear?
he wondered, caressing her soft skin while she quietly snored on his chest in complete oblivion. the boy could feel a rush of tears threatening to spill as he tried to discreetly let y/n off of him. being successful, he was able to slip out of the covers.
eren left his room, sitting in the sofa as he let out a sob, unable to contain his tears anymore as he cried in the palm of his hands.
what kind of son was he? his parents gave him the blessing of living a life as freely as he wanted, he found his other half and lived his best moments.
the least he could've done was gather some money and help his dying father. but, he couldn't even do that. now, what could guarantee him that he would be able to take care of y/n for the rest of his life?
how would he be able to provide for her when he can't even assure himself that he'll be able to pay for next month's rent? his life savings were practically all dumped to the hospital as he begged them to have mercy on him and help his father.
but who cared? the world revolved around money and whether you were family or a stranger, no one had the time to be charitable.
eren took the hem of his shirt and wiped away his tears, sniffling as he dragged himself up to go back to his room. his eyes once again gazing over to the sleeping figure.
a smile tugged on the corner of his lips as he inched closer to the bed, bending down to her eye level as he took note of her features once again. he could never get tired of looking at her, she was an angel to say the least.
the way her bangs would occasionally fall on her eyes, soft pale cheeks that would turn into a rosy shade whenever he managed to fluster her, plump lips that eren would always ponder about kissing as he would kiss her over and over again as many times as she would want him to and her beautiful eyes. her hazel brown eyes that would become a shade lighter in the sun, looking up at him with the purest look ever.
she was his little angel.
eren could feel a second wave of tears threatening to spill from his eyes, but he sucked them back in, not wanting the wet drops to fall and awaken her. he leaned over, pressing a delicate kiss on her forehead before giving her a sad smile.
i'll see you later my love.
the words in his head already sounded painful enough, as eren never thought about the day where he would have to tell such a tragic goodbye to his one and only. but deep down, he knew that he wasn't for her.
she deserved someone better, someone whom she could strongly lean on without any fear. and to his dismay, he was a coward.
he walked towards his dressing table and took a hold of the music box, smiling at the small gift which he held dear to his heart. with clammy and shaky hands, he opened his drawer as he gulped harshly.
i'm so sorry, y/n.
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y/n woke up, a smile on her face as she stretched out her limbs. life felt good, she's finally found the purpose to keep moving forwards. she was happy to embark her new journey with eren, the love of her life.
speaking of eren, where was he?
the girl opened her eyes, looking over to the side only to be left disappointed as the brunet was nowhere to be seen.
maybe he was in the living room.
she assured herself, sliding out of the covers as her feet shuffled against the wooden floor, creaking a bit. y/n noticed that the music box that she gave him wasn't on the dressing table as she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
the hell was going on?
she wondered as she began to search all the rooms in hopes of bumping into the beautiful boy.
"eren?" y/n called out, but a response wasn't heard as the silence of the house was almost too loud for her ears. the atmosphere began to thicken, her heart racing in panic as she couldn't find eren anywhere.
she sat on the sofa, trying to think of some solution on where he might be. the first place that she could think of was the park as maybe he went there for a stroll, but the park was closed today since the summer festival took place last night.
it's worth a shot.
she thought to herself as she opened the main door, locking it behind as she began to walk to the park. it wasn't a long distance, pretty nearby, if she'd say so herself. the neighborhood was pretty quiet around here as people were still at home right now.
y/n silently prayed to find the boy under the cherry blossom tree, sitting down while leaning against it as he listened to his music.
she finally reached the park, jumping over the gated entrance as she began to walk in. she really hoped to find eren here as she committed something kind of illegal just now.
as she walked up the hill, she noticed a figure in the distance as she squinted her eyes to get a better look.
"eren?" she called out to him once again and the head turned towards her direction this time, looking over to her face. as y/n got closer, she was able to make out the familiar features of the gorgeous boy.
"y/n? you came." eren whispered to himself, wishing that she never came out to look for him.
"the hell are you doing here? i was so worried that you left without a word!" y/n scolded the boy as she continued to walk forwards, only to stop in her tracks in horror.
there she noticed eren's teary face as his nose was red, beautiful tealish green eyes glossing with salty tears as his right hand held a gun.
"eren? what's wrong with you, why do you have that?" she stammered in panic as she pointed a shaky finger to the hand holding the gun, feeling the rush of bile as the sight was already terrifying enough to make her vomit.
"y/n, i need you to go back home. please." eren begged, but this time it was y/n's turn to spill her tears as her hands came up to her hair to grip it in frustration.
"answer my damn question, eren!" she screamed as she walked closer to him, her feet halting as she could hear the tune of the music box playing. it was laying open on the ground near his feet.
"i don't wanna die, y/n. i'm so scared, so scared to let go. but, i can't do this anymore. i've lost everyone in my life, i let them slip away from my fingers and i'm afraid to watch you slip away from me too. you don't deserve to live with someone like me, you deserve better, my little angel." he cried out, pointing the gun to his temple as he watched the love of his life crumble in front of him.
"please! please don't do this to me, eren. i can't let you go, you promised me that we'd heal together, remember?" y/n sobbed, watching her one and only ready to let go of his life in mere seconds with the pull of a trigger.
"i can't be healed, y/n. i can't heal what's already been broken too many times. which is why i need you to let me go." eren said with a sad smile while his tears rolled down his cheeks, his finger so close to pulling the trigger but he stopped as soon as she heard his words.
one last request.
"let me feel you for one last time. please, eren." she pleaded, looking at him with red tear filled eyes as she choked back on her words. he let out a heavy sigh and nodded, still not moving the gun away from the side of his head.
y/n took heavy steps towards him, feeling like she could pass out any moment. all she wanted to do was run up to him and smack the deadly weapon out of his hands, but she was afraid. she was scared that any sudden movement of hers may lead to eren impulsively pulling the trigger, which is why she was trying to remain as calm and gentle as she possibly could.
now she stood in front of him, the special person in her life, no-
the only person in her life.
"eren, please listen to me." y/n breathed out, carefully letting a hand caress the side of his face before cupping his wet cheek. the boy violently trembled under her touch, shaking his head.
"please, don't do this to me right now, y/n. i have to do this." eren tried to sternly say, but his voice broke towards the end, his heart tugging and breaking into pieces as he watched the girl beg him to stop.
"no you don't! we're soulmates, aren't we? you're my other half and i'm your other half, we're one. we're meant to be, eren. let's just go home and live eren, live like last night until we can't anymore. please eren, let's just go home!" y/n weeped, clutching onto his shirt as she could feel her vision becoming blurry within each second.
her hand moved to the gun, body shivering from touching the cold metal as her fingers met with his index finger, the same finger that was on the trigger.
"my little angel, why are you crying? we'll meet again, over and over again so often that you'll get tired of seeing me. have you forgotten what we wrote on our lantern? no matter which life i enter next, we'll bump into each other and fall in love all over again. this isn't goodbye." eren softly spoke, his free hand delicately grabbing her hand that was on the trigger, bringing it to his wet cheek once again before he turned his face to place a kiss on the ring he gave her last night.
"eren, please! i beg you, please don't do this to me! i love you, i love you so much that it hurts. i'd do anything for you. anything!" the girl desperately begged once more but eren was strong on his feet, his decision was final.
"i'm so sorry, my love. i love you so much, so much that i'd give you the moon and all the stars. we'll meet again my love, in another life and in another dream. i'll be waiting for you, y/n." he whispered to her before planting a loving kiss on her trembling lips, making her eyes go wide as she watched him give her one last smile as he knew how much she loved his smile.
"eren, no!" y/n cried out as she tried to hastily grab the gun out of his hand, but it was too late. the shots were fired, a sound so loud that it was piercing through the quiet atmosphere.
his eyes rolled back as she heard him choke on air while the bullet went through his head, falling forwards as she quickly caught his heavy figure, not wanting him to hit the cold hard ground. eren's head was buried in her neck as y/n felt like her knees would collapse any moment now.
"e-eren...?" y/n stuttered out as her blood ran cold, already knowing that he was long gone but she refused to accept it.
how could he leave her in this world all alone? this was supposed to be their world, a world created only for the two of them to live in.
but now, y/n was all alone again.
she felt her t-shirt becoming drenched with the crimson red liquid as eren's blood profusely poured out of the side of his head. the mourning girl clutched onto her dead lover tightly, sobbing as she tried to take in his scent one last time.
unable to hold her strength any longer, y/n fell to her knees as she dragged the lifeless body along with her, laying eren on the soft grass under the cherry blossom tree. the grass and fallen cherry blossom flowers beneath them now becoming stained with his blood.
the music box continued to play the tune of his favorite song, as y/n cried in the palm of her hands.
"why eren? why did you leave me all alone after so much has happened between us? come back! please, come back and smile at me once more. tell me that all of this is just a bad dream, i need you to wake me up. i need you to be here with me, eren! i need you, do you hear me?!" y/n frantically yelled at the cold lifeless body on the ground, shaking it back and forth as she begged and demanded the dead boy to come back to life.
the world could be so beautiful yet so cruel. this was the harsh reality as the most messed up thing that the universe could do, is make two people who are destined for each other meet at the wrong time.
but y/n has had enough of the world playing such cards on her, she was tired of being abandoned and waiting for better times. and when she finally had everything in her life settled, she lost everything in a matter of seconds.
"i won't make you wait too long for me, eren. i'm ready to meet you again." the girl whispered as she stroked his pale face before a pair of shaky hands scrambling on the grass around eren's head to grasp the gun.
her hands trembled as she placed the cold metal against her chest, taking deep shallow breaths as her breathing was becoming erratic. she looked down to see eren, his face seemed so peaceful, almost as if he was sleeping.
"let's meet again, eren. in another life and in another dream." and with the being said, y/n gulped harshly before pulling the trigger, a sharp pain piercing through her chest. she clutched on the area, tears streaming down her face as she tried to smile at the lifeless body below her.
y/n collapsed on top of eren, his shirt now becoming stained with her blood as she coughed up blood, spitting it out to the side. with the remaining strength in her body, she lifted herself up, bellowing in agonizing pain as she struggled to breathe.
drops of her salty tears began to fall on his porcelain face as she leaned down, pressing one last loving kiss on his cold lips before placing her head on his chest. she tried to listen for a heartbeat but there wasn't any.
instead, her ears were filled with the sweet melody playing in the background. eren's favorite song, the song that the both of them would listen to during many nights together.
je te laisserai des mots.
"sleep well, my love." she whispered, feeling her chest tighten as her air supply continued to run low as she grimaced in pain.
y/n continued to listen to the melody, feeling her breathing slow down as her vision was blurring out, her body feeling like it was coming up with a harsh fever while it trembled.
i'm coming to you, eren.
she thought one last time before her eyes fluttered closed, all movements coming to a stop. the both of them laid lifelessly under the cherry blossom tree while the soft pink petal continued to fall on top of them, as their crimson red blood stained the petals beneath.
this is where everything started and where everything came to an end.
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Sparrow's adventure continues: he encounters a Colin and a weird bee lady
Chapter One
Stranded
After crashing, I had realized the carburetor, along with the entire engine, was far beyond saving. Smoke rose from the engine, the wings were utterly mutilated, and besides, even if I could repair it, there wasn’t enough runway on the small peninsula I was stuck on to take off. My only choice was to stay put for the time being.
I managed to pitch a few tents with the supplies that survived the crash, creating a sort of home base, for now, at least. I stayed in the tents for a few days, and took to exploring what was nearby. I soon found that the surrounding area was practically infested with resources in every cave, tree, and village I came across. The days were always clear and filled me with the urge for adventuring, but the nights were rather monstrous, and I always thought it best to keep near my tents.
In my exploring, I even found some sort of treasure map in a nearby village, and since I had always excelled at reading maps, I decided to see if I could actually find any treasure. After all I had seen in my adventuring so far, it didn’t sound like the least plausible thing in the world.
I soon found that whoever wrote the map knew nothing about real cartography. (I also never particularly liked sea travel. Boats are hard to manipulate and crammed. I’m a pilot, not a sailor!)
After rowing around in what was almost certainly circles, I eventually found the x-marks-the-spot I was looking for. Finally (after I dug more holes than I’d like to admit), I actually found something! Most of it was trinkets I didn’t quite know how to use, but some of it was materials I could put to use, including real diamonds!
After returning to my camp with the victory of finding riches in the soil and enjoying a bowl of celebratory carrot soup by the fire, I found myself more energized than before. So I decided to explore the surrounding area a bit more to see what – or who – I could find.
I had been trudging through the forest for a while now, and it was getting a bit too late for my liking. I had stumbled across a small cave, and had stopped there to rest for a minute on the rough, stony floor. I took out my sketchbook and began to write down some of the things I found that day.
But a strange lowing noise drew me out of my writing trance, and when I went outside to look, I was quite startled by a strange beast who looked like a goat crossed with a dinosaur. It had a furry body, goat-like horns, and a long, long neck. I was very wary of the unusual beast, for it had an uncanny resemblance to another creature who had blown up my base a couple of days ago. The beast studied me warily with its beady eyes, and I studied it in turn, so terrified I could barely move.
“S-Stay back!” I yelled once I had regained my senses, scrambling to grab a rock from the rubble. The horned creature just sniffed me with its little black nose. It made a soft growling noise, like a bear cub, showing its pointy teeth. It approached, coming dangerously close to me, so I reflexively threw my rock at it.
The rock knocked the creature back a few steps, and it whimpered in pain. It started growling furiously, and the next thing I knew, It was charging at me ferociously, and it knocked me down, down into a deep, muddy gorge. I soon realized in agony that the gorge was far too slippery for me to climb, and the horned creature above stalked and growled at me; ready to pounce at the slightest excuse.
My hands were dirty and bruised. I now felt that I was on the brink of death. Thus far in my life, I had never been as hungry and scared as I was at that moment. Oh, Why did I come here? I thought to myself in despair. They were right. There’s nothing here but wild, savage creatures. Perhaps hybrids were just a silly fantasy.
I heard a faint, far-off buzzing sound. At first I thought it was my imagination playing tricks on me, but to my surprise, I saw a large, yellow cloud descending on the creature. A swarm of bees buzzed past and attacked the beast, sending it whimpering toward the mountains. The swarm that had miraculously saved me went out of my sight, but continued to buzz nearby.
Meanwhile, my brain was racing 100 miles an hour, trying to process what on earth had just happened. Did the swarm save me by pure chance, or did the swarm actively try to save my life? Where on earth had it come from? And worst of all, if the swarm had finished off the beast, would I become its next victim?
But then something even crazier occured. Out of the restless buzzing noises, a girl’s voice spoke to me: “Hello down there! Are you alright?”
Did swarms of bees now talk? I wondered in astonishment. I was too shocked to even reply.
When the swarm buzzed towards me, it was no longer a cloud of bees, but instead, to my surprise, a humanoid girl. She was sort of fluffy and lumpy looking, but she was clearly in the shape of a girl with a fluffy yellow sweater and red hair spangled with flowers.
“Are you okay?” She buzzed once again.
“Ermm… I-I think so?” I stammered in reply, still dazed by fear. She lent me her hand, and I took it. Despite being a hand made of bees, it was surprisingly firm and warm.
“T-thank you,” I stuttered. Yep, she was definitely in the shape of a girl, her feet hovering a few inches off the ground. But there was a question in my mind that I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Are you- could you possibly be- a hybrid?”
“Oh, yeah! I suppose you could call it that,” the bee lady answered. I’m Gem, by the way.”
“S-Sparrow,” I stuttered back in disbelief. She was so friendly to me! Could they have been completely wrong about hybrids? This is incredible, I thought to myself. Just a moment ago, I was doubting the existence of hybrids at all, and now here I am, talking to one!
But wait. What if she’s actually hostile, like I was warned about? I better make sure.
“Erm, you are a friendly hybrid… right?”
“Don’t worry, I’m friendly,” Gem buzzed. “But I do understand your concern. Hybrids come in all sizes and personalities, but I try to be nice to people unless they give me a reason to do otherwise. And you haven’t done anything to me. Speaking of which, you look starving, and you took quite a tumble. Would you like to come over to my house?”
“Um, sure?” I said. I now realized that I was quite hungry, and hadn’t had a truly proper meal in days.
So there I was, Sparrow the human, following Gem the Swarm of bees to her house.
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- Hello, Damian.
The boy stood like a stone statue in front of the sketchbook and stared at the white sheet with unblinking eyes. Swarthy fingers clenched the pencil, so much so that if he knew how to speak, he would already beg for help. Mentally, Robin felt like a big dark cloud and clearly wasn't in the mood for greetings.
Well, she didn't really want to.
Raven strode to the middle of the court with feigned calmness, and sank down on the polished concrete, crossing her legs. The February breeze slipped under the cloak, hinting that the demoness did not have much time for meditation.
— TT.
And her time has just been cut by at least half.
“Do you have to be right here?”
“I can ask the same question,” the empath was in no mood to endure another manifestation of Damian’s character. But at least he did not pester her with congratulations. She could take a few minutes.
“I got here first,” he muttered.
“So you’ll leave earlier,” the demoness retorted.
“If I go down to the tower before evening, there will be two corpses,” Damian shot a sharp look at the girl. - Minimum.
“If Beast Boy is among them, I don’t really mind.
The young man fell silent, mentally figured something out, but curiosity eventually got the better of him:
- What did he do?
- He hung himself with flowers and tried to kill himself against my magical barrier. He believed that this was karma for the ruined flowerbed, because now his face looks like that, - Raven noticed a hint of a grin and also decided to inquire:
— What original did your Valentine do today?
Damian let out a breath, apparently fighting the urge to growl.
“Clone and Troy stole my katana after practice. They repainted the handle pink.
And are they still alive?
"I can control myself," grumbled the Batman heir. And they can fly.
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• there's no heroes or villians in this place
I can't thank you enough for all the prompts 💖 They're helping me get a better idea of where to take this thing. With that said, here's a short and somber piece with Jason's patients because the idea really fit for them (even if my dialogue's clunky lol)
Freaks of Preston - Heroes and Villains
The patients of Division 6 always looked forward to their free day. None of the soldiers were there to instruct them, there was no schoolwork to do, and no scientists were around to collect samples or do tests. It was just the children, and sometimes their caretakers if they weren’t busy. They trusted their caretakers more than anyone else in the building— Jason, especially.
Since everyone else was stuck in a meeting, the kids decided to hang out in their training room. Granted, Jin was the only one training, while the others rested around her. Colin was using his free time to study an old cookbook that Julie had gotten for him, making a list of ingredients that Jason could hopefully find for him. Sarah drew in her sketchbook, and even though her face was hidden behind her thick coils, everyone knew her eyes were fixated on Jin. Riley sat on a nearby bench with his knees tucked to his chest, sharing an earbud with Thomas as they played music beside him.
Kevin laid across the table Colin was sitting at, taking up every last bit of space. The overhead lights made his goggles look like the headlights of a car. He was abnormally quiet, his friends noticed. Usually, he loved to joke or tease or gossip about one of the other divisions, but he had been silent all day. Colin poked his cheek.
“Feeling alright?”
Kevin smiled up at him. He had the grin of a crocodile, and if his eyes weren’t so sensitive to light, he would probably have the stare of one.
“Peachy, Cee,” he said. “I’m just thinking.”
“Oh shit,” Riley said, “someone call the news. Blondie knows how to think.”
Kevin stretched his arm across the room and yanked Riley’s ear. Riley stood up, sparks charging between his fingers, but Thomas pulled him back onto the bench.
“What were you thinking?” Thomas asked.
“I don’t think I should say it. Your little terrier might make fun of me.”
This time, Thomas had to push Riley against the bench to keep him from running. Jin leaned against the weight machine and caught her breath, stretching out the right stump of her arm.
“We won’t make fun of you,” she said, “and I’ll make sure Riley doesn’t, either.”
Colin closed his textbook and straightened his glasses. “Go ahead, man. Shoot.”
Kevin’s grin softened, reminding them all of the shy boy who had first arrived at their division. His question was quiet, like he was afraid someone else would hear him.
“Are we the bad guys?”
Everyone sat silently, even Riley. They never wanted to consider it, not after they had already been saved from their own horrible homes. Nothing could have been worse than their parents, in their eyes, though they still shared the unspoken fear that they had walked out of a lion’s den and into the mouth of a larger beast. Sarah tried to smile, hoping to comfort her friends— and herself.
“No, honey, I don’t think so. You may laugh like a supervillain, but you’re too nice to be one.”
She was expecting him to prove her right, letting out his traditional loud and infectious laugh, but he barely mustered a chuckle. The others could tell from his shaking hands that his anxiety was spiking again. It hadn’t been as bad as his first few nights, but when he was frightened, it shook him up terribly. Sarah stood up and squeezed his hand.
“Kev, talk to us.”
He sat up, swinging his short legs over the table’s edge. “It just doesn’t make sense otherwise. This place is a villain’s wonderland. There are weapons in this building that I’ve never seen anywhere online.”
“Is that something you look for often?” Riley asked, before he was hushed by Jin.
“And what guy with a million-dollar military facility just shows up at a broken home and takes in the children for free? And the training, and the army of Freak-soldiers? What’s it all for if we’re not the villains?”
“Maybe we’re the heroes,” Thomas said.
“Heroes being led by a walking corpse? Yeah, can’t wait to buy that action figure.”
“Well, what do you want, then?” Riley asked. “What answer is gonna satisfy you?”
Kevin lowered his head and stuck his hand under his goggles, wincing as he wiped something away.
“I just want to make sure that I didn’t leave a monster for another monster.”
Sarah brought his head to her shoulder. “Oh, Kev…”
He hugged her back, laughing to himself. “I know it sounds stupid, but— I don’t want my mom to be right. I don’t want to be a monster.”
“You’re not.”
The soft, low voice belonged to Jason. He joined his patients by the table, leaning against his cane as tears shimmered in his icy eyes. The children made room so he could sit. They always listened intently when their caretaker spoke, even when his words were too quiet to hear.
“What are we, then?” Kevin asked. “I don’t feel like a hero.”
Jason closed his eyes. “There are no heroes, dear— or villains, for that matter.”
“But our powers—”
“They’re real, yes, but heroes and villains are just roles in stories— they’re a fantasy. Your mother wasn’t a fantasy, Kevin, none of your parents were.” His voice got caught in his throat. “Neither was the man who killed my son.”
The children nodded in sympathy, taking his hands to hold until he could finally open his eyes again.
“You all deserve so much better,” he said, “and I pray that we’re able to give you that.”
“You do,” Kevin said. “There may not be any heroes, but there’s you. If you’re here, then I trust this place.”
Jason smiled, and his children brought him in for a hug. As grateful as they were to him, they knew he was just as grateful in return. They were one big, unorganized family, and as long as they had each other, Kevin was sure things would be okay.
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Tick Tok..........Seem's Like Times Up
Ok to kick start the weekend!!! Here is a finally decent fic!!!! And because I'm me.........hehe you'll see..... Let me know what you guys think! Now onto the fic!
The tick of each passing moment was echoed from the clock that rested in the Ray home.
Tick
Tok
Tick
Tok
There rested a young Charles. Devoid of emotion. His tear ducts run dry, feeling as if they were bleached. He looked down at the destroyed sketch notebook Tiffany had purchased for him on his birthday. It now rendered useless. He could vaguely make out sketches he'd done of her in the past. Next to it lay his favorite book. Peter Pan. Peter Pan, Neverland, and those free lost boys, destroyed by his captain hook.
"FUCK CHARLES WHY CAN'T YOU GROW THE FUCK UP!"
He watched the beast light a match and toss it into the fireplace, and the smell of burnt paper soon followed. He watched his sketchbook and comfort read be scorched and turn to ash. Watching it turn to a molding brown and begin to curl at the edges, then dissipate into red embers.
Tick
Tok
Tick
Tok
"YOU KNOW SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY THE FUCK I BOTHER KEEPING YOU AROUND"
"......"
The boy's attention was yanked from the growing fire and forced to look into the man's eyes. His father's grasp restricted the young boy's airways.
Chucky's eyes began to bulge with concern....he hadn't held on for that long before.
He tried to force away the man's hand from his throat. But he wouldn't let go. Charles squirmed and wiggled trying to break free. The frail lad couldn't scream, his neck would be snapped like a toothpick if he did. So, he went with his he dug his worn jagged nails into his father's hand.
"ARGH"
He was free.
He needed to catch his breath, after that near-death experience, his face was discolored and turned to a purple hue. The boy immediately backed away; he knew his father had no intention of letting go of him this time. Out of pure survival instinct, he grabbed a knife. For self-defense. Only for self-defense. Thinking that made him feel better.
"Come on Charles...I was only playing.......You know I would let go....NOW PUT THE FUCKING KNIFE DOWN...."
Chucky didn't know what to do. He held the shaky blade in front of his father, his teeth clenched. Not a sound escaped from him.
"GIVE ME THE DAMN KNIFE"
Chucky had the duck out of the way, dodging a beer bottle being thrown at him. It shattered; pieces scattered everywhere. One piece managed to slice him across the face, drawing blood. The hot crimson liquid running down his flushed cheek.
That's when his vision began to distort into nothing but red. And the violent urge to hurt and maim overtook him. It felt exhilarating. The boy lunged at Lukas Ray, aiming for the stomach. Going for the neck would be too quick.....too painless. With the stomach, you have a longer time to inflict as much pain as you wanted. He stabbed him, over and over and over again. His father's blood flew everywhere.
Charles Lee Ray was standing on top of his father. He was in control. He wasn't scared anymore. He raised the knife once more and brought it down to the stomach and dragged it side to side, watching the guts and internal organs dangle. He loved the sight of it. He craved it. His thoughts were violented by his father's pathetic pleads and gurgles.
"p----p-----please C-----Charles"
Chucky bent down making their faces inches apart. He gave a little smile, giggling to himself. With each giggle, it grew into a malicious cackle.
"C----Char-----"
Chucky's arm quickly shot to the man's throat, getting a firm hold on it. Making sure there would be no way for air to go in or out.
".....good night asshole.........and by the way........my names Chucky"
He smiled wide his crystal eyes glowing with glee. He was strangling the life out of his father. While Lukas Ray's eyes grew dim and colorless. Chucky's blossomed with color and joy. He continued at add force till he heard a loud snap echo throughout the room.
Tick
Tok
Tick
Tok
BANG
BANG
Chucky looked over his shoulder, the clock had finally struck 12.
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was off of tumblr for the vast majority of the time that i had her so i mostly just posted about her on twitter, but for anyone who knew her, my cat oskar died about two and a half weeks ago. she got really sick really fast. i miss her very much but she died peacefully and pain-free, purring in my arms
im coping like... all right? i mean, im fucking devastated and i still cant really talk about her for very long without crying. even though i started mentally preparing for this about six months ago, when i noticed some paler silvery hairs dotting her fur, these past few weeks have been really, really hard.
she was a stray so we never knew exactly how old she was, but our estimate was at least 14 years old, assuming she was recently full-grown when she showed up at my uncles doorstep. so she was old. knew it would happen eventually. didnt make it much easier but at least it didn’t come out of left field or whatever
she lived with my uncle for most of her life, and came to me when he moved and wasnt allowed pets in his new apartment. i think that was in like... march of 2018? yeah. the four and a half years oskar spent with me were the ones with my most major life changes. i moved out on my own for the first time in late 2017, so she’s been with me for the majority of my independent adult life. i built so many little habits around her that i didn’t really notice until she died, like leaving my bedroom door cracked open so she could come in, or glancing around a room for her so i could say hi as soon as i got home from work.
oskar was really sweet, very round and compact. a lot of cat in not a lot of space. she didn’t play nice with other cats but warmed up to most people fairly quickly. she liked to sit on paper, usually whatever notebook or sketchbook i was actively using. she had a really quiet little voice, didn’t quite meow, more like a “mmreh”, which apparently is common for the breed we think she was.
my roommate always joked that oskar had serious fomo. if the two of us were in the same place and oskar wasn’t, it would only be a couple of minutes before she’d pad into the room to see what we were doing. even partially closed doors were criminal offenses to her and as long as they weren’t fully closed, she’d fling them right open and waltz on in.
oskar liked to hang out in the kitchen whenever somebody was in there, hoping to get a little taste of whatever we were making. spoiled beast usually got a tiny tiny tiny little bit of mayo, cream cheese, or butter whenever i was using it. she fucking hated vanilla and made the silliest scrunched up face if i let her sniff the bottle.
even after she developed arthritis, oskar still loved to play, and her little fangs would hang down from her mouth when she was in hunting mode. she was also a total lapcat, LOVED belly rubs and chin scritches and would flop right over purring as soon as you started petting her.
i love her so much.
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OC Ralyx Aran Portrait Illustration
Hi guys! 😊👋 I finally completed at last what I promise this year to bring, her new look of my 2nd main original character Ralyx Aran 2.0! 😍🙇♀️💖🧡 I been looking forward indeed to bring her alive and not only that, a new improve, but from based from my follow previous concept arts from my sketchbooks ✨️✨️✨️ I know my sketch of my OC I did early year, but it's never late to finally render her up 💖💖💖 So yeah, she is indeed a beaut girl 😊✨️ BTW, I don't wanna crash up spoiler, but know this, she'll likelihood to be her girlfriend of Adrex Trans further in the future of the story lol, don't ask me, but I had in mind for not too long years idk 🙈💫💞💙🧡
Anyway, to make a brief reviewing idea, I had to get back to my previous concept arts of my OC, which it pretty much indeed what I wanna do 👌 So yeah, the idea was simple, complex, but also on how sexy the design and quite inspired from games I played in my childhood & just now 🌌💖 So since she a human character, but also like 2 or 3 years ago I think more/less of her same suit, she was in alien form, I been thinking next year to redo her form even better 🙏✨️🌌 So yeah another thing, she's one of the important characters of my project to be focus 🌠 One of the details that she got magical alien powers that she can use, but she also can use mostly long ranged weapons 🌌🌟✨️💫 For this, her powers are not fully awaken, but very soon she'll unleash 🧡💜💙 So I hope you guys enjoy this lovely sexy beautiful and cute OC Ralyx! 🤗💖🌌
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💠Bio
Adrex Quote:
"I never thought you and my sister been able to search for me all this time, idk for how long I been asleep... Who are you...?" *confused* *staring* He was staring her strange glowing orb of light, his eyes was shining with curiosity and confusion of strange events.
Ralyx Quote:
"I'm the one and received the same distress signal energy as you. My name is Ralyx Aran. I'm a bounty hunter just like you, your sister told me your an archeologist hunter that you were looking for answers for this planet."
Adrex Quote:
"Ralyx... Aran...? [Do I know her name before? Why this sounds so familiar from somewhere...? Her powers... Her eyes... So mysterious... I can't tell for certainly, but certainly I heard her name before, I could swear.] *thinking strangely* Uhhhhh... Nice to meet you. Ummm thanks for helping me out, I really don't know what just happen, it's all a blur... My body feels so weird and uhh..."
Ralyx Quote:
"Don't worry, you been on a huge struggle since you have awaken, it's only temporary, I can sense you without doubt. Although... Me and your sister were in shock that you just killed a swarm of those things with your bare hands and everything... I can't really explain it, it's so unreal hehe..." *nervous chuckle a moment*
Adrex Quote:
"Oh... I did...? All this? Urgh... I'm sorry... I don't know what happen, I can't remember what I done. But... Anyway... I do sorry for the trouble I mess up hehe, I really wanna know how I did, I'll bet I went like a beast huh?" He was kinda nervous, but then, he wasn't wearing any cloths all this time, he felt embarrassing, at least he's was an alien... BTW, sorry I got jumped and scared at you and my sister, I was so in shock about how I turned, but thanks for calm me back." He was respectful making a huge apology for the mess.
Ralyx Quote:
"It's alright, when that event was over, we saw you hugely surprise with your sister in shock that recognize it was you, so we help you out so you get recovered. It's a relief that your sister knew that you were still alive though."
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Smile (Chapter One) - Theodore Nott
A/N: ahh xD this is my first Theodore Nott imagine so I hope you all liked it! I originally got this request as a prompt but I loved the idea too much and thought about making it a series (not too long, but we’ll see) so I hope you like it!
Request - Anonymous asked: I love your work so much!! 🥺 Could you write something with the prompt B is sunshine, rainbows and kindness. A is night, rain-clouds and anger. But when A meets B, they bask in the sunshine and never want to leave? B would be reader, as for A, I was thinking Theodore Nott. And if you’re unfamiliar with writing this character and prefer someone else, maybe Regulus Black? Thanks, love! ❤️
Prompt List
Warnings: Theo smoking but nothing else :)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D gif isn’t mine :)
Your name: submit What is this?
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Smile
Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it's breaking
Theodore Nott was enjoying his afternoon walk through the Forbidden Forest while he smoked a cigarette. He enjoyed his time alone. Sometimes, being under the pressure of his friends and housemates and his family, he just preferred it this way. By himself, in complete silence. Or at least, he thought he was by himself when he heard something not so far from him. He walked over to the sound and saw them. The Thestrals. How he hated those creatures. But then, he saw something else, or well, someone else. He saw a girl, he was sure was in his grade, sitting not far from them.
"Stay still, love" he heard you giggle while petting the closest one to you. "I'm almost done" you said, patting its head.
He recognized your voice. You were in some of his classes. You were with him in Potions, Herbology, and Transfiguration. Probably more, but he wasn't sure. However, he couldn't take his eyes off you. He saw you trying to get one of the Thestrals to stay still. You had a sketchbook on your knees and art supplies surrounding you. Your face and hands were covered in different colors and it looked like you were absolutely oblivious to it.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Theo said, running towards you and trying to push the Thestrals away. "Go away!"
"Stop, you'll scare them" you said, recognizing Theodore Nott and you tried to pull him towards you and away from the Thestrals.
"Me? Scare them away? They're hideous beasts!" he complained.
"No, they're not" you smiled softly. "They are very clever and quite noble creatures" you said, patting the head of the one nearest to you.
"Are you mad?" Theodore snapped.
"Look" you said, standing up, next to him. You walked closer to one of the Thestrals and slowly reached your hand out to it. The creature stepped closer to you, leaning into her touch. "See?"
"They're still hideous" Theo muttered, as he took another drag of his cigarette.
"You shouldn't be smoking" you said, looking back at him and realizing he was for the first time. "It's really bad for you" you said with a nervous smile.
"Is it now?" he said, taking one last drag, before putting the cigarette out on the ground. "Sorry, doll. My bad" he smirked.
"Don't call me doll" you said, grabbing your sketchbook again and sitting at your spot. "My name is (Y/N)-"
"I know who you are, love" he said.
"Well, Theodore, since you know my name, you could very much use it" you smiled but erased his smirk at the same time.
"Don't call me Theodore" he snapped. "You can call me Theo or Nott" he instructed. "But not Theodore" he said, taking the seat next to you.
You let out a small smile but composed yourself as best as you could while you silently nodded. You couldn't deny that Theodore Nott was a very handsome guy. You had always known that. But there was something quite mysterious about him as well. He wasn't as outspoken as the rest of the Slytherins in your year and he had never been particularly mean or rude towards you or your friends, but he still had quite a reputation. You knew the kind of friends he had and you had always opted to stay out of his way, until now. This was probably the longest conversation you'd ever had with him.
"I'm sorry" you said, nervously. "Um, Theo" you corrected yourself and he smirked back at you. "What are you doing here? If I may ask?"
"Just out for a walk" he shrugged. "You?"
"Well, I've been trying to sketch them for a while now" you said, showing him your sketchbook.
"Why would you want to sketch such hideous creatures?" he asked, taking the sketchbook in his hand. Although he had to admit, the drawing was rather beautiful.
"They are not hideous creatures" you insisted, taking your sketchbook back. "People only say that because they remind them of a bad time" you muttered. Theo wanted to ask you why you could see them, but then he knew you would ask him and he didn't want to have that conversation. "I believe there's beauty in every different creature here" you smiled.
"If you say so" he said, lighting another cigarette. "Do you... always come to the Forbidden Forest to... draw?" he asked, not really knowing why he was having this conversation with you. Maybe he was more bored than he thought.
"Sometimes" you explained. "Although I'm not so good at sketching creatures" you said, shyly. "I have more experience in plants, see?" you said taking out another sketchbook and showing him your sketches of different plants. It was something you always did to calm your nerves. And for some reason, Theodore Nott made you nervous. "These are some of my favorites" you smiled at him.
"I see" he said as if it was nothing, and returning to his cigarette. "Not bad, sweetheart" he admitted.
"Don't call me sweetheart" you glared at him. "And please, stop smoking" you said, trying to grab the cigarette from his mouth but he grabbed your hand, not forcefully, but intensely enough to stop you, looking into your eyes.
"Careful, love" he smirked. "That's a good way to lose a hand" he winked at you and you removed your wrist from his grip.
"Don't call me love" you said, trying your best to not let your voice tremble. "I gave you the courtesy of calling you Theo as you requested. I have a name. And the decent thing is that you do the same for me" you said, making him let out a chuckle as he let the smoke out of his mouth.
"Fine" he gave in. "(Y/N)" he said in a mocking tone.
The two of you sat there in complete comfortable silence. Neither of you wanted to question why you felt such calmness around the other. Theo watched as you started sketching the plants around you since he had scared most of the Thestrals away. You were so immersed in your colors and your plants, you didn't realize you were humming. Theodore saw that you were sketching the plant in front of the two of you and it was honestly remarkable. He then saw you grab your wand, oblivious to his stare at you, and pointed it to your parchment, making the flower on it change colors and move as some of the petals flew away. It was something so stunning, yet so simple at the same time. And then, he saw it. Your smile. Your smile was something indescribable as you continued sketching. It was definitely one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen.
"How did you do that?" he asked, still enchanted by your sketch and snapping you out of your thoughts.
"Oh, this?" you asked, feeling your cheeks burning a little. "Um, I've always liked drawing and coloring and painting" you said, with a smile on your face again. "One of the first charms I learned as a kid was to make my drawings move" you told him. "I also loved changing the colors of the flowers" you told him.
"Brilliant" he muttered. "Why don't you draw this one-" he said about to grab a plant not so far from him but you quickly stopped him.
"Don't touch that!" you said, throwing yourself on him and grabbing his hand before he could reach it. The two of you looked at each other, not daring to move when you realized how close you were. You had never seen Theo this close. He was extremely handsome. His deep, beautiful green eyes, his messy brown hair, his scattered freckles. And you could only imagine how beautiful his smile must be. Come to think of it, you had never seen him smile. The closest thing would be a cocky smirk. "Um-" you said, realizing neither of you had moved. "The foliage and berries of these plants are highly poisonous!" you said, pulling away.
"Really?" he asked, trying to ignore the feeling in his stomach when you pulled away.
"Yes" you insisted. "We studied them last year in Herbology. Didn't you pass your O.W.L.s?"
"Barely" he chuckled. "Are you good at Herbology?" he asked all of the sudden.
"Well... I wouldn't say I'm good-" you said, modestly.
"What was your O.W.L. score?"
"Um... an 'O'" you muttered, looking away.
"Excuse me?" he chuckled. "You got an 'O' and you wouldn't say you're good? I believe only you, Longbottom, and probably Granger got an 'O''"
"Well... what did you get?"
"An 'A'" he admitted. "Do you..." he continued after a moment of silence. "Do you reckon you could... maybe help me with Herbology?"
You were a bit taken aback by his request and turned to look at him to see any traces of mockery but he seemed to be sincere.
"M-me?"
"Better you than Longbottom I guess" he muttered.
"Actually, Neville happens to be quite brilliant when it comes to Herbology" you defended your friend.
"Perhaps but I'd much rather look at you than him" he winked at you and you looked away, trying your best to hide your burning cheeks.
"Um, sure, I'd be happy to help you" you said, now surprising him.
"Really?" he asked and you nodded.
"Of course" you smiled, placing your hand on his arm.
"Why thank you, darling" he said but saw you glare at him a little. "(Y/N)" he corrected, raising his hands in surrender. "You know I should probably head back" he said, standing up. He wasn't sure why but he was about to ask you to walk back with him, but you beat him to it.
"Um... would you mind if I walk back with you?" you asked shyly. "Only until we are out of the forest" you assured him. "It's just... it's getting late and I wouldn't like to go back by myself. But I promise you won't enter the Great Hall with a Hufflepuff" you assured him with a small giggle but Theo didn't laugh.
Theo came from one of the most respected pure-blood families in the Wizarding World. However, he never really understood the fuss about blood status and the rivalry between houses. His friends would probably stop talking to him and he knew his father would disown him if he even knew what was going through his mind. He was one of the most well-known death eaters and he expected him to be the same, same as his brothers.
"Sure. Whatever" he said as if it was no big deal. But deep down, he was glad you would walk with him. "So... shall we start tomorrow?" you looked back at him confused. "Herbology?"
"Oh! Right. Yeah, that works for me" you told him. "I believe we have Potions together and then we have a free period" you said.
"Lovely" he smirked.
"Why?" you asked all of the sudden and Theo looked at you confused.
"Excuse me?"
"I was... just wondering... why you asked for my help?"
"Do you... not want to help me?" he asked a bit hurt.
"No" you quickly said. "N-no, of course, I do, I just... you could ask someone in Slytherin" you muttered, looking away.
"If I wanted to ask someone from Slytherin I would have, don't you think?" he smirked.
"I guess you're right" you said, shyly.
"Then, I'll see you tomorrow, gorgeous" he winked at you. "It's a date?" he smirked. "Sorry, my bad... (Y/N)" he corrected himself.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Theo" you nodded, smiling as you both reached the entrance of the Forbidden Forest and you spotted Theo's friends not so far from you. "I'll go this way" you said quietly.
"Until tomorrow, sunshine" he said and you looked back at him, rolling your eyes but with a smile on your face.
Theo stood there for a moment and watched you leave and join your friends. He saw your smile getting brighter when you reached them and you all headed back to the castle. He didn't know how he had never noticed you before. You were so different from everything he was accustomed to which was probably why he felt the corners of his lips lifting just slightly. He was then, rudely snapped out of his thoughts when he felt someone punch his arm.
"Theo! Are you listening to me?" he heard Pansy snapping her fingers in front of him. "What are you even looking at?" she said, looking back in his direction. "Why are you staring at that mudblood?" she said, rolling her eyes and making him clench his fist involuntarily.
"Bugger off! I wasn't staring!" he complained. Contrary to popular belief, he hated that word.
"You were" Blaise muttered, on his other side as Pansy returned to her talk with Daphne, Greg, Vincent, and Draco.
"Shut up, Zabini" he complained and Blaise turned to look at him.
"I saw you coming out with her from the Forbidden Forest" he said, knowing only he could hear him.
"So? I bumped into her there" he shrugged it off.
"Did you now?" Blaise arched his eyebrow at him.
"Is there anything you're trying to tell me, Zabini?"
"Yes" he said, turning back to their group of friends and back at him. "Stay away from her" he whispered. "She's not like us" he said, but not like the rest of them said it. Theo knew his tone was different. "Look at her" he said. "Don't bring her into this darkness, Theo" he advised. "It's not worth it" he said. "Just be careful" he said before he went back to the group.
Theo sighed, knowing he was most likely right but there was something about you that made him feel drawn to you.
"Did I see you coming out of the Forbidden Forest with Theodore Nott?" Neville asked, pulling you back a little further from your group. The two of you became really good friends over your love of Herbology and he was like a brother to you. You were even helping him with his crush on Luna and you trusted him with your life basically.
"No" you said, a bit too quickly.
"(Y/N)" he arched his eyebrow at you.
"I just... bumped into him. He was taking a walk and I was sketching some Thestrals" you assured him. "Nothing more, Nev" you chuckled.
"You know I trust you, (Y/N). But... I wouldn't trust him" he advised. "I know he's never personally done anything mean towards us like his friends have but still. There's something... I don't know... dark about him" he insisted. "Just... be careful, okay?"
"Of course, Nev" you smiled as he moved along, catching with the rest of the group and leaving you behind.
You turned to look back at where Theo was walking with his friends, surprised when you found him looking straight at you and you smiled softly at him. He simply winked at you before he threw away his cigarette and resumed his walk.
What am I getting myself into?
To Be Continued
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[Ch.2]
A/N: I feel like this chapter was sort of... meh but it was only the prologue and I hope you liked it and I promise I have more ideas for the following ones xD so... let me know what you think! :D
#smile#harry potter#harry potter imagine#theodore nott#theodore nott imagine#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott series
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The Greatest Gift of All
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(Inspired by^ for the people who asked :D hope it was worth the wait!)
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Long before the war, before Captain America or the Winter Soldier, there was simply Bucky and Steve. At least, that's what history says. But they missed out one very important person, a girl called Y/N.
Women in those times often found themselves with little opportunity, and only two easily attainable pathways in life: wife and mother. But Y/N carved out a life for herself that defied all expectations, and it all started in Brooklyn.
She dived headlong into scuffles, usually next to Bucky in defence of Steve. Regardless of the opponent, Y/N stood by them both, and often held her own quite impressively.
Her dress style borrowed from more masculine cuts, and Y/N was never seen without her cap. A lot of people had a problem with this, but she shut them up fairly swiftly.
Everything about this girl drew Bucky in, a battle he fought with little effort. They reveled in each other, flaunting their love at every opportunity. More than a few were jealous that the rough and tumble girl got the best looking boy in town.
In a way, before even coming of age, they started an adult life together. The three of them moved into a flat. Y/N and Bucky took hard labour jobs, or anything they could get. They had little room to be picky.
Both managed to hook steady summer jobs at the local docks. They used most of their money to keep a roof over their heads, buy food, and pay for Steve's medical needs. He attended art school, and sold his work every now and then; but physically, he was in no condition to work.
The war appeared on the horizon, just as they started to pull themselves an inch above the poverty line. Y/N saw it coming, the inevitable. She treasured every second they spent together, and dreaded the day when the draft came.
A lot of the older women she worked with were disrespectful, looking down on her pre-marital relationship with Bucky. They claimed she couldn't possibly understand their grief, despite the fact Y/N had seen Bucky off at the docks that very morning.
In truth, they already planned on being married, but at the time, they simply didn't have the funds. Bucky promised, once the war ended, that ring would be on her finger.
Except, he never came home. Not properly. The person Hydra gave back to Y/N was damaged and jaded, angry at the world, angrier than she ever saw. But still, they loved each other. Though she never forgave them for stealing away his innocence, for trying to snuff out the light in his soul. A part of him would always belong to them, and she hated it.
Refusing to stay home while they risked their lives, never knowing, Y/N trained as an army nurse, working specially with the Howling Commandos unit.
Then one day, she went out to welcome them back from a mission. Every face looked devastated, but none more so than Steve. His eyes, red-raw and streaming, seemed incapable of rising from the ground. At first, the realisation didn't process, the idea simply incomprehensible. He promised.
Dugan was the one to finally break through and catch Y/N as she fell, holding her as the tears poured. Once he shook off his daze, Steve took his place, sharing in her grief.
Her world fell apart so quickly, with no warning and no mercy. Their commanders celebrated the capture of Arnim Zola, while Y/N and Steve sat, staring at an empty place at their side.
Everyone mourned Bucky, and swiftly after, began to mourn Y/N, too. The loss took a part of her...the sparkle, the happiness, the laugh that lit up her face. It all vanished. She worked hard, looked after them all, but only Steve was able to make her smile. Even then, it looked pained.
So when Steve went down with the plane, the very last shred of Y/N died with him. No tears left her eyes, no screams ripped up her throat. A cold numbness took over, freezing the woman from the inside out.
V-Day came and went. The Commandos stood and drank to their lost comrades, and Dugan silently drank another...for the loss of a bright, fiery girl who had virtually nothing to lose, and still lost everything.
She spent her days as a robot, doing nothing but going through the motions of badly imitating life. The flat was empty and quiet, yet somehow, bursting with the ghosts of her loved ones. Nightmares plagued her, terrible images of Bucky's body, forever trapped in a freezing hell, nothing but food for the birds. And Steve, his body...was it cast adrift in the ocean? Or destroyed, burnt to ash in the belly of a metal beast.
They were simple folk before the war turned them into soldiers, into weapons. Before symbols and flags stole away their names, driving them to sacrifice their lives for a greater cause.
Y/N knew their fight against Hydra was important...knew the honour behind their sacrifice. But when it's you left sitting at an empty dinner table, it's much easier to be angry and bitter.
She never married, never settled, bouncing around countries working as an army nurse. The Commandos slowly died around her, each one fading to grey as the curtain drew the show to a close. Each death, each funeral ripped open her wounds, bigger and deeper each time. Until eventually, Y/N let the blood flow freely.
Or at least, that's what would have happened. But one choice, one decision, made by a boy she thought dead in the far future, changed it all.
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Bucky Barnes struggled to find himself again. His memories were mostly all returned, if a bit hazy and fragmented. He had Steve there to right any wrong recollections, and connect with on their shared experiences. But something always seemed to be missing, a piece of the jigsaw that hadn't been found.
He remembered Y/N. He remembered her clearer than anything. She was glowing like honey in the sun when Bucky closed his eyes and brought her back to mind.
Face covered in muck, hair tousled and streaked with grease from the boats, soot on the very tip of her nose and a cap perched jauntily on her head; wearing the deepest expression of concentration as she aimed a hanful of rotten fish guts at the sleezy Connell boy from Fifth, who decided his opinion on her backside mattered. The image shone crystal clear. Her laughter, rolling out from between curved lips, beautiful and full of mischief.
It never failed to make him smile. Or cry. Or sometimes, both. He missed Y/N than he thought possible for a human being.
Bucky often wondered about her life, whether she went on to marry, or maybe even have children. Was she happy? Did she bury him and move on? If they met today, would Y/N even recognise the man he was now?
More importantly, in his mind, something he both feared and longed to know: would she still love him?
Unbeknownst to Bucky, Steve saw all this. Understood, to a degree, his pain. But he and Peggy never got the chance to bond so strongly. He knew Bucky needed him, but Steve also knew he needed Y/N more.
So once his goodbyes were said, he looked one last time at Bucky, and smiled beneath his suit as he vanished into time.
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The living room looked exactly the same as he remembered. Bucky's coat, slung over the back of the chair, his sketchbooks strewn around the desk. Every rip and chip. His heart swelled with nostalgia, and pain, thinking of the life they were supposed to have.
What must have been in their heads...running off to fight, so eager to throw everything away. And who was left to stare at empty beds and eat breakfast alone every morning? Y/N.
His chest constricted, hearing the keys in the door, the lock rattling three times before letting her in. His nerve faltered for the briefest second, wondering if he was ready to see her again.
"Who the hell are you?!"
Time's up.
Slowly, he turned, and watched as Y/N's eyes widened, all the bags in her hands falling to the floor with a crash.
"...Stevie?" The name came out as a whisper, nearly inaudible.
He grinned, laughing as tears stung his eyes. "Hey, spitfire. Long time no see."
"Steve!" She launched herself at him, arms wrapping around his neck and clinging on for dear life.
Catching her by the waist, he swung Y/N around, burying his face in her hair. They held onto one another as if they might vanish if they let go. But after a minute, Steve gently pushed her back.
"How? How are you here? What are you wearing? I don't understand, Steve, they said you died! Your plane went down in the ocean," she stammered, hand on his forearm with a grip like a vice.
"I survived. The serum kept me alive in the ice for seventy years," he said, questioning his own sanity momentarily; standing in the flat again made everything that happened seem like a distant dream.
Y/N frowned, brows knitting together. "What? Did you hit your head? Steve, this is 1945."
"I know, I came from 2023. I'm alive," he said, and saw her mentally backing away, so added, "I'm alive, and so is Bucky."
Her head snapped up, eyes immediately filling with tears. A dozen emotions whizzed through them in a second; disbelief, pain, hope. It shone clearly in her face as she stepped closer.
What did you say?" She asked, voice choked as she brought her shaking hands up to her mouth.
"Bucky's alive," he repeated softly, "and I can send you to him, in the future. But we don't have a lot of time. You need to listen to me, carefully, and do what I say."
She spluttered, struggling for words. "I, but...what about you?"
"I've made my decision," Steve said, and gently took her hands in his, "now, please, listen."
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Bucky watched the machine, feeling a wave of numbness wash over his insides. Nothing was a better deal than the pain, the cruel sting of betrayal fighting to be felt. But he beat it back, unable to allow those thoughts validation.
Steve gave up so much for him, he fought for years to get him here. Steve deserved this. And no matter how wrong those words sounded in his head, he resolutely stood by them.
The seconds ticked by, noted by Bruce's countdown. A flash of guilt almost made Bucky explain what was going to happen, explain that Steve left them. Left him. But he possessed no energy to speak, they'd see in a second, when no one appeared-
Zap. A blinding flash of light.
There's someone there.
Bucky frowned, hands falling from his pockets. Did Steve change his mind? Did he...
All the thoughts in his head stopped as the figure stepped down. Too small, too lithe for it to be Steve. Bucky's heart rate quickened, something in his unconscious already registering his recognition.
The suit fell away, and if he weren't frozen in place, Bucky wouldn't have been standing. A quiver shot through him, nearly buckling his knees. Shock, fear and pure disbelief all delayed his reaction.
Y/N looked around, amazed, but turned to stone as she set eyes on him. Her face went utterly blank, a strangled sound leaving her lips.
Wearing her yard slacks, with a small bag on her shoulder, her face covered in dirt, hair streaked with grease, cap perched on-top, slanted to one side...she was everything he remembered, and his heart tried to leave his chest to go to her. To be whole again.
But fear held him back. She didn't know the things he'd done, the person he became after the train accident. What if-
"Who is she?" Sam asked, glaring as he stalked towards her, an accusation rising on his lips.
Bucky answered without hesitation, or thinking; the question had been asked countless times over the years. It always recieved the same reply. "My doll."
Sam stopped short, glancing between them, the way neither took their eyes off the other. He nodded, brows still closely knit, and backed off.
Slowly, Y/N approached, encouraged by the sound of his voice. She reached out carefully, when she got close enough. Trembling fingers brushed his cheek, and a shudder ran through her.
"My Bucky..." She said quietly, eyes roaming over his face, a small smile tugging at her lips, "...you're here, in front of me. Alive."
He swallowed dryly, heart thundering away beneath his skin. "I'm different...you don't know..."
No sooner had the words left his mouth that her eyes found the cold metal where his flesh used to be. In reaching to hold it, she'd been taken by surprise.
Gently, Y/N took the hand in her own, examing the limb with a careful gaze. Moments passed, and she met his eyes again. Bucky steeled himself for rejection, for the disgust and horror.
Her hand went back to his cheek, and he involuntairly leaned into it. The warmth seeped into his blood. She stood on her tip toes, the smile on her lips blossoming into a bright beam of sunlight. "You've always been my Bucky, and always will be. Metal appendages and all."
He fell apart and dove down to capture her lips, clutching her to him with the hunger of a starving man. She pulled herself in, hands tangling in his brown locks, and both tasted salt on the others' lips.
So filled with joy his heart could burst, Bucky revelled in the feeling of holding his girl again. Laughing through the tears, he buried his face in her neck.
Thank you, Steve, for the greatest gift of all.
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𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐲
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧
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After a couple of days, Rory kinda got used to her new "home." Since Tony didn't know how long it would be before they went back to California, and with Pepper gone, they decided it was best if Rory just took a break from school.
Rory did eventually grow to like her new room. She was not allowed to leave the current floor, so she basically just spent all of her time there. Tony was gone all day and didn't get home until very late at night, meaning Rory had to have food delivered. She didn't mind, though. She figured that if they end up staying, she'll be able to tell Tony what all the good restaurants are.
Tony never told her anything about why they were here with the exception of, "Daddy has business."
So in order to pass the time, Rory would read or watch movies. She even took up drawing which turned out to be something she isn't too bad at.
This morning, Tony was already gone by the time Rory got up, so she got dressed and migrated to the living area. She sat on one of the couches near the large window and began sketching the tall buildings surrounding her.
As she finished the shading on one of the skyscrapers, she peered back up to see a tall man with long, black hair dressed in what looked like a Halloween costume standing on the terrace. Rory put down her sketchbook and looked closer. He was very tall and had large, golden horns that decorated the top of his head. She had no clue as to why this man was standing outside of her window on her father's building.
Rory looked to her right and noticed her father, in the Iron Man suit, land on the landing pad. The man just stood there, watching as machines swiftly removed the armor from Tony's body.
The strange man made his way into the room from the balcony. The room she was in. Rory didn't know what to do. She was frozen, scared. Instead of running away as any sane person would, Rory remained in her chair.
The large man entered the room. He studied his surroundings, his eyes eventually landing on Rory. "Who might you be?" He asked with disdain.
Rory could do nothing but blink at him, too afraid to speak. He opened his mouth to say more, only to be interrupted by the presence of Tony. "Rory, come here," Tony said blankly.
Rory immediately dropped her things and ran to her father's side. Tony wrapped his arm around her protectively, hoping to shield her with his body.
The man watched this all happen before finally speaking, "Please tell me you're going to appeal to my humanity." He spoke as if she weren't there.
"Actually I'm planning to threaten you," Tony responded. Rory couldn't sense any different emotions other than his natural sarcastic tone.
"You should have left your armor on for that," the man bantered, walking closer to Tony and Rory.
"Yeah," Tony pushed Rory behind the bar. "It's seen a bit of mileage, and you've got the glow stick of destiny." Rory crouched down below the bar and pulled her knees into her chest. She couldn't help but let tears stain her cheeks, afraid of what was happening. "Would you like a drink?" Tony asked the man as he walked behind the bar, actively trying to ignore you in hopes you wouldn't become a target.
Rory heard the other man laugh. "Stalling me won't change anything," he said. If Rory knew what it meant, she would describe their conversation as passive-aggressive.
"No, no. threatening." Tony began making himself a drink. "No drink? You sure? I'm having one.
"The Chitauri are coming. Nothing will change that." His words sounded like gibberish to Rory. "What have I to fear?"
Rory watched her father casually make a drink as if nothing was wrong. "The Avengers. That's what we call ourselves. We're sort of like a team." Rory had no idea what he was going on about. ""Earth's mightiest heroes"-type thing."
"Yes, I've met them."
"Yea," Tony's smile helped calm Rory down. He had to have the situation under control, right? "It takes us a while to get any traction, I'll give you that one. But let's do a headcount, here. Your brother, the demi-god," demi-god? "A super-soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend." He secretly slipped a metal-looking band on each wrist.
"A man with breathtaking anger-management issues, a couple of master assassins, and you, big fella," none of his words were making any sense. "You've managed to piss off every single one of them."
"That was the plan."
"Not a great plan," Tony walked past you and out from the bar. "When they come, and they will, they'll come for you."
"I have an army."
"We have a hulk."
Rory finally gathered enough courage and stood up carefully. She peeked her head over the bar to watch the men while also trying to stay out of the way. Tony was approaching the man as they spoke; the man keeping his ground.
"I thought the beast had wandered off," the man said.
"You're missing the point. There's no throne," Tony's voice rose slightly. "There is no version of this where you come out on top. Maybe your army comes and maybe it's too much for us, but it's all on you. Because if we can't protect the Earth, you can be damn well sure we'll avenge it."
Tony took a sip of his drink while the man took a few steps closer, a scowl spreading across his features. "How will your friends have time for me when they're so busy fighting you?"
For the first time since this scene began, Tony looked scared. The man brought his scepter-looking thing up and tapped it against Tony's chest with a clang noise. The man's face dropped for a second before he tried a second time, and then a third. "This usually works."
Tony didn't look scared anymore. "Well, performance issues, it's not uncommon. One out of five--" his sentence was cut short when the man forcefully grabbed Tony's throat and threw him onto the floor. Rory squealed and then immediately covered her mouth.
The man turned his head in Rory's direction with a puzzled look. He turned away from her as soon as Tony stood up and went for his neck again. "You will all fall before me," he said.
"Deploy!" Tony called before the man threw him out the window, shattering the glass. Rory screamed with all her might. Did she just watch her Dad be murdered? What was he going to do to her?
Rory hid behind the bar once more, watching and listening closely to her surroundings. A loud sound rippled through the room causing Rory to throw her hands over her ears to block out the noise. She peeked over the bar and saw nothing but more shards of glass and broken furniture.
The man stared Rory down. "Who are you?"
Rory gulped, "who are you?"
He chuckled. "I am Loki, of Asgard. I'm surprised you have not yet heard of me." His tone was a lot softer with her than it was with her father. "What is your name, little one?"
"Rory," she nervously answered his question. "My name is Rory."
"Let me guess; Stark's child?" She didn't say anything. Rory simply nodded. "Ah I see," he gave you an almost heartwarming smile. "Come here, Rory."
Fearing she had no other choice, Rory walked over to Loki and he crouched down to meet her gaze. He smiled at her. Rory watched her father fly up behind him. She was more than thrilled to see her father alive and more tears fell from her eyes.
"And one more thing," Loki's face dropped and he spun around to face Tony. "Get away from my daughter!" Tony shot at Loki, sending him flying backward. Rory jumped out of the way, too stunned to do anything else. With Loki knocked out, Tony looked towards his daughter, "Rory go hide, now!" He flew away into the sky, and Rory wasted no time in running to her bedroom.
She slammed the door shut and locked it. She looked around her room for anything that she could put in front of the door to make it harder to reach her. Rory tried to move the couch, but it was no use. It was too heavy for a ten-year-old to manage. She tugged on her roots as she spotted her desk chair. Once it was securely tucked under the knob, Rory ran over to her window to watch what was unfolding.
Rory couldn't help herself as she began to sob. She was afraid and she was alone. There was nothing she could do to help. Tons of thousands of aliens flooded the skies and streets of New York as Rory sat up in her bedroom, watching. She was sobbing uncontrollably as she pressed her face and hands into the large window.
More loud noises were flowing from the living area into Rory's bedroom and Rory could do nothing to stop them. She hoped that the man who called himself Loki was gone and that her Dad was alright.
At this moment, Rory really felt like a child. She felt small and helpless. Lonely and afraid. There was nothing else she could do except watch. She had no clue as to what she was watching either, which was not making her feel any better.
At long last, the aliens seemed to dissipate and things seemed to calm down. It looked to Rory like the fight was over. But who won?
Rory was drawn away from her thoughts by the sound of her father's voice calling her name. She nearly sprinted out. She ran up to Tony and engulfed him in the tightest bear hug she could manage. He was still in his suit and covered in dirt, but neither seemed to mind.
"I was afraid," Rory murmured into his neck.
"I know, bubs." They pulled away from the hug and Rory got the chance to really see the other people in the room.
There was a giant-sized man with green skin, a man with a shield, a man with a bow and arrow, a man with a red cape and long hair, and what looked like Natalie, only with shorter hair. They looked odd. As if they were straight out of a movie. She noticed Loki in handcuffs. He looked angry and sad at the same time. Rory didn't really know what he did, but she knew he lost and her dad won.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Tony held a silver case in one hand and Rory's in the other as he walked alongside the other Avengers waiting to send Loki away. Tony had made it very clear that from now on, Rory would not be leaving his side.
Rory let go of her Dad's hand to let him deal with the case. Thor, as he had told Rory to call him, led Loki a few feet away from everyone else. He waited for Loki to grab hold of the glass container for the Tesseract. Before she knew it, the pair had disappeared in a storm of blue.
Once everything else was settled, Tony reached for Rory's hand again and walked her over to the rest of the Avengers. "Rory there's some people I'd like you to meet," he motioned to the team. "That's Capsicle, Legolas, Jolly Green, and the Triple Imposter. This is Rory." The others shook their heads at Tony's nicknames.
"Steve," the tall, blonde man smiled and Rory shook his hand.
"Bruce," the shorter man with grey hair politely smiled and waved.
"Yea," Nat showed you a friendly smile to which you returned. "Nice to finally meet you, officially."
"And I'm Clint," the last man with spiky hair and sunglasses introduced himself.
"Hi," you said, shyly and waved at them all.
"Bubs, you go wait in the car I'll be there in a sec," said Tony.
"Okay. It was nice meeting you all!" You said as you walked to the car.
"You ready to go, kiddo?" Tony asked as he got in the car and fastened his seatbelt.
"Are we going home? Like, back to Malibu?" you asked as he started the car and pulled out.
"Yea," he smiled. "I think we deserve a break."
"What about the tower?"
"We're working on it. It'll be fixed in no time."
"Good," you sighed
"Good?"
"I don't mind it anymore. I don't think it would be so bad if we moved here."
"Really?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Really."
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Please write the second-to-last prompt!
*cough* I’ll put this one under a ‘read more’ because it’s a tad too long. And involves nakedness- and we all know how tumblr feels about that. M rated with no actual naughty business.
“it’s because i’m so attractive isn’t it?” “i say this. and i cannot stress this enough. i find you completely repulsive.”
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Sesshoumaru arched a brow, torn between amusement, befuddlement, indignation, flattery and satisfaction.
It was a confusing mix.
Kagome stared up at him, cheeks stained crimson and hands planted on her hips. It was not the appropriate expression for one asking another for a favour.
Thin lips parted, before his mouth clicked shut. He blinked once, tipping his head to the side.
“You wish to…”
“Draw you,” she confirmed stiffly.
“Naked.”
“It’s called ‘Life Drawing’ and I need it for my college class. You’d...really be helping me out, okay?”
Sesshoumaru hummed, gaze sweeping over her critically. He’d never seen one of her pictures, and wondered if her skills could do him justice. “And you chose this one to be your subject?” he arched a brow, confidence radiating off him in waves. “It is because I am so attractive, is it not?”
Kagome made a noise, bursting into a laugh and waving this off. “I say this, and I cannot stress this enough; I find you completely repulsive.”
The teasing dance of her eyes told him she was joking. He huffed, finding the mere idea ludicious. None could find him repulsive.
“Look the reason I’m asking you is because it would be awkward with anyone else. I’m not dating anyone- and Inuyasha is out on account of him being my ex. Miroku is married. You’re the only available person who is kinda, sorta my friend. My last resort is asking a random villager if they’ll strip for me,” she sighed. “I’ve sat in on classes, I’ve tried using books for reference poses- but nothing works! My teacher always says they come off as stiff looking and the uh...the…”
Sesshoumaru watched her steadily turn redder, unblinking.
Kagome glanced around the empty hillside with paranoia, whispering the next part; “the penis…” she blushed, seeming to die inside, “always looks...uh...inaccurate, apparently.”
Mirth coloured his blank, guarded expression. He glanced at her waiting bag beside the tree. “Show me.”
“What?! No! No one will ever see those sketches! Ever! I’m gonna burn them!”
The Daiyoukai glanced away, arranging his features into something haughty and disinterested. “Then you will not sketch my body.”
Kagome gaped, groaning and burying her crimson face in her hands. “Urgh!”
To be fair to her skills; the men in her sketches held fairly accurate physiques. Nice bone structure; and a softness about their faces and dark shading that portrayed a moody tone, longing for something he couldn’t name. She’d even captured hands and feet remarkably well, something he knew most artists struggled with.
But then, inevitably, golden eyes strayed downward from their torsos.
“A-are they bad?” Kagome peered over his shoulder as Sesshoumaru sat, perusing her sketchbook.
He closed the book with a sharp noise of finality. “This is grave indeed.”
“I knew it,” she whined, wallowing in sadness.
Sesshoumaru’s nose twitched as he stood, passing the sketchbook back to her. “...You may capture my likeness.”
Her breath hitched, and relief immediately swamped her features. “I- thank you,” Kagome breathed, easing closer to him. “Thank you so much!”
“Hn,” inwardly preening and thinking that all beings should thank him for the generous sight of his naked form, Sesshoumaru set the date for their ‘meeting,’ inviting her to the Western Stronghold in two days' time.
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They greeted each other easily enough on the actual day, Kagome being let into his private chambers with many a raised brow from his servants.
Sesshoumaru slid the door shut to conceal their ‘activity’ away from prying eyes, though he had no shame in his bare form. Merely, he sensed the miko’s nervousness and did not wish her concentration to be broken.
After stripping easily enough, shedding the finery of his clothes, Sesshoumaru stopped before her seated position at a respectable distance.
“Where do you want me?”
Kagome made a strangled noise, having looked up from her sketchbook. Blue eyes immediately locked onto the area between his thighs.
“Uh-! I um-” she stammered, attention flitting around the room like she were following a game of ping pong. “Standing is fine!” Kagome squeaked, turning scarlet as she motioned with her hand, “m-maybe just b-backup a little.”
Nodding primly, Sesshoumaru concealed his smirk, stepping away and waiting as her embarrassment slowly abated. Her bright gaze running over lithe, pale muscles couldn’t quite hide her curiosity; her hunger. Kagome pursed full lips and sketched a standing pose, before instructing him to instead sit down upon his bed of furs and busy himself with something. Sesshoumaru decided to read.
Keen, pointed ears caught every glide and sharp drag of lead on paper- every indrawn breath and hiss through clenched teeth.
After a little while, she sighed.
“You keep avoiding it,” Sesshoumaru hazarded a guess.
“I totally do,” Kagome groaned, staring miserably at the sketches, “right now you’re sexless. There’s a blank space where genitals are supposed to go.”
Golden eyes flitted up to her. “You are too tense. Come here.”
“W-what?”
“The bed is comfortable,” he clarified, tone becoming flat and business-like as he minded some silver hair back over one broad shoulder. “I refuse to be drawn inaccurately.”
Nodding, she swallowed and gathered her things, awkwardly padding over. A plume of repressed desire followed her like a cloud of smog. Clearly she was trying to remain professional and judging by the guilt mingling with it; felt ashamed by any natural reaction to his person.
Naked bodies were not inherently sexual things. They were just...bodies. But he felt no annoyance with Kagome for her attraction. Quite the contrary. She’d been acting like this for months with a cycle of repression. This ‘study’ had been a golden opportunity.
Kagome sat before him and took a long breath, forcing herself to look at his lap.
His cock twitched.
Making a thin noise, she blushed and directed her gaze firmly to the paper, scribbling away furiously.
Sesshoumaru’s fangs caressed his bottom lip in a sensual brush, sighing. A spike of his own arousal had more obvious effects on his person. He couldn’t conceal it like her- and Kagome’s intense attention only had him hardening quicker.
“Ah-” Kagome gaped, losing her voice. She cleared her throat, staring. Unbidden, she wet her lips, blue eyes flitting up to meet dark, golden hues steadily dyeing passionate red. “We- we can stop...until it goes back to normal?” she suggested thinly.
“Did you not require extensive research on this particular part of me, miko?” he purred silkily. “Perhaps sketching it in various states would be to your advantage.”
“I-I guess that’s true,” Kagome swallowed, shyly glancing at it and then meeting his gaze again. “Maybe…”
“Maybe?”
“I could…”
Sesshoumaru leaned closer, the cool air feeling too keen on his heated skin. Her breathy voice made goosebumps rise over pale flesh. “Yes?” he asked in a hushed tone.
Kagome looked at him again, silently seeking consent. Barely imagining it was possible he could reciprocate. But she did not know; had not come to learn the patience that wild, predatory beasts possessed. He’d bided his time so long his waiting looked like indifference on the outside.
Taking a short, quick drawn breath, Kagome bridged the distance between them. She learned the full scope of Sesshoumaru’s anatomy intimately well that night- and continued her studies for many nights after.
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The feedback Kagome gained back from her life drawing was ‘good use of shading and muscle definition, an impressive level of detail. Improvement on discussed anatomy - but a tad too unrealistic in size.’
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The One with the Motorcycle
@wrightfamilyweek day 4 - Free day! Which I took to mean 'shove my headcanon here'. At first I wanted to do something with Ryuunosuke, but I still haven't finished tgaa so uhhhh sorry my boy. Also, you can find this on AO3 here.
In which Trucy and Phoenix decide they need to find a more reliable method of getting around. Luckily, Phoenix already has a vehicle registered under his name.
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“Does this mean that when I turn sixteen, I’ll get a motorcycle license?”
Trucy skips alongside her Daddy as they walk through the aisles of the storage facility. They pass locked garage after garage. Trucy has always known that her Daddy had somewhere he stores a bunch of stuff that doesn’t fit in the office, the stuff he used to keep in his apartment back when he had one, but this is her first time coming along with him.
There’s been a lot leading up to this. Now that Trucy’s getting a little older, there’s more things she wants to do, or go to, and Daddy seems to be getting a little busier too. He’s started going down to the library more often, and having some kind of meetings for lunch, and getting calls by people Trucy doesn’t know. They’re both getting busy, and buses and taxis only get them so far. Daddy had declared, in an almost resigned-sounding voice after they missed a bus and had to wait underneath the bus stop in the pouring rain for another thirty minutes, that perhaps it was time to find a more reliable method to get around.
“Dessie says she’s running a little late, but she’ll be here soon.” Trucy is in charge of the phone while Daddy frets over the pieces of paper in his hands, crinkling the edges up in his nervous hands.
Daddy doesn’t reply to this either, just keeps walking forward. Trucy frowns to herself. Daddy’s been kind of weird about this whole thing. From getting the Learner’s Permit, to the practice drives and lessons with Desiree, to his final test, but now if anything he seems at his most awkward and strange as they approach the storage unit.
They final come to a stop, and Daddy pulls up the metal door.
If old case files in the office were little glimpses into who Daddy was before Trucy knew him, this place was an in-color photograph.
There’s cardboard boxes with ‘sketchbooks’ scrawled on the front. There’s a dead plant in the corner. There’s a stack of picture frames, an old couch shoved into a corner, and a small wood table with rings from the ghosts of old drinks, a few splashes of paint marring the surface. There’s some art supplies shoved off in a corner that Trucy immediately goes over to, and piles of books Trucy hasn’t read before, and Trucy wants nothing more than to stay here all day and look through everything and anything in sight.
In the middle of the storage unit, however, is what they’ve come here for.
It’s a lilac-colored motorcycle. There’s an unhealthy-layer of dust on it - there’s a layer of dust on everything in the room - and Daddy brushes his hand over the seat and handles, sending a plume of the dust into the air. He starts sneezing and coughing over it and Trucy laughs a little at that. She stops in a moment, though, because of the almost-grim look on Daddy’s face as he stares at the bike.
They’ve been building up to this for months, in reality. Trucy realizes this now, that everything up to this point has been to get this motorcycle out of the garage and back onto the streets, because it was a vehicle Daddy already owns, and he wouldn’t have to go through the hassle nor money involved in getting a new one. But it’s also all conflicted with Daddy’s attempts to distance himself from the past.
Daddy wants to move forward in life, she gets that, but it makes Trucy sad anyway to see how nervous and resigned he’d looked about so much as calling the Delites for help. Like doing that much is losing something.
“So this is Aunt Mia’s bike?” Trucy asks, going over to it as well. She doesn’t know anything about things like this, but it looks like it’s in okay condition. It’s certainly not as shiny as Desiree’s, but it’s not bad.
“Yeah, it’s been a while. Sorry I haven’t by.” He says, and she can tell he’s not talking to her. His eyes are fixed on the bike like sometimes he’ll stare at Charley for what seems like hours on end; it’s never for that long, but it feels like it might be at times. He tilts her head to Trucy and explains, “I used to come by and try to keep it clean and stuff, but things have gotten… complicated. I’m sure Mia’s upset I haven’t done more to maintain this since she’s been gone.”
Ah, it’s one of the days where he’s talking about Aunt Mia in the present tense. It’s hard to tell if that’s ever a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe it’s just A Thing he does sometimes. Even after four years, there’s still so much Trucy hasn’t figured out about her daddy. Sometimes, he talks about Aunt Mia as the dead person she is, gone and out of this world, a deceased but loved person, just like Trucy’s mommy was talked about. Other days, though, it’s like he expects Aunt Mia to walk through the door any minute.
“Alright, well, let’s see what we can do before Desiree gets here.”
Daddy’s temporary license, the edges of which are almost torn up by his worrying hands, is set aside on top of the sketchbook box and he grabs a towel from one of the other boxes, setting to work on a more thorough dusting. Trucy searches through Daddy’s phone for the list of what to check for that Desiree had texted him and passes it over to Daddy.
Trucy picks a stool out from the mess of things and rifles through the sketchbook box, finding one and flipping through it. There’s mostly little doodles and the like on the pages, or realistic portraits of faces Trucy doesn’t recognize. She wonders if, were Daddy not so determined to distance himself from the past, she’d know any of them. There is a picture of Miles, and she knows him, so she smiles at that picture and lightly brushes her hand over the pencil markings. Miles looks really angry in the picture, and scribbled right next to him is ‘I’ll save you’.
And Daddy did.
“Alright, let’s see what we have to work with today!”
Desiree announces herself, carrying her own box of tools
“Thought you might not show up for a moment.” Daddy jokes, but it’s one of his hollow-sounding jokes. Desiree laughs anyway.
“Oh please, I’ve been waiting to get a look at this beast for myself ever since you told me about it!” Desiree says and starts going over the bike. She talks about oil and gas and spark plugs and batteries, looking over everything and digging through her stuff and checking things. She says they’re going to need a new battery, and definitely replace just about all of the fluids. Luckily, Desiree is well-capable of doing all of that, she assures them, and they’d be able to get it up and moving enough to get it to her shop where she could do some of the rougher things to do.
“How much do I owe you?” Daddy asks, and Desiree waves her hand.
“We can discuss that later, let’s focus on getting this beauty out of this dusty-old place and back here she belongs, huh?”
Desiree has said that every time, so far, that Daddy asks about price. Trucy can see that it means Desiree doesn’t really want to make Daddy pay for any of it, but it seems to put Daddy more and more on edge every time Desiree says it. He’s waiting for something bad to happen, and his tension over it bleeds into Trucy, even though she’s not worried. Desiree is a nice lady who likes to chat to Trucy and can talk a mile a minute about motorcycles. When she’s not talking about them, she’s talking about her husband, Ron
They walk the bike out of the storage facility, Desiree filling the space with chatter about what the make and model of Aunt Mia’s motorcycle is, and the pluses and minuses of it, and how it’s lucky that it already has a backseat for Trucy. Daddy says that he used to ride with Aunt Mia sometimes, eyes trained on the bike still, as if he expected it to fall apart at a moment’s notice.
Desiree’s red-hot bike is parked out front and she tells them to meet her at her shop. She’ll be able to finish up there, where the rest of her supplies is.
“Don’t worry, she should be able to get you there just fine. And anyway, you can tell me if anything starts sounding worrying!” Desiree says as she climbs onto her bike. It’s been what Daddy has been practicing on, what Daddy even passed his driving test on just yesterday, and the rumble of it had just started to become familiar. Trucy feels like she’s going to miss it, but she’s excited to see how Aunt Mia’s bike works out.
Desiree peels out and leaves Daddy and Trucy standing on the side of the road, Daddy regarding Aunt Mia’s bike like it’s a python that’s going to bite them.
“... maybe this was a bad idea.” Daddy says five months too late.
“You worry too much! C’mon, Dessie’s waiting for us!” Trucy hops next to him, excited to get on the bike. Daddy sighs, turning his helmet over and over in his hands. Trucy has her own, bought a couple months ago, but she hasn’t been allowed on a bike yet. ‘Not until I get my official license’, Daddy had insisted. Now is the time, though.
“But what if something happens? What if I crash, and you get hurt?” He says. Trucy feels a ripple of shock run through her and she looks at Daddy’s face. His expression is grim and an open wound of his emotion. Of worry and fear, “What if I crash and I ruin her bike? What if-”
“Daddy, you’re being dumb” Trucy informs him. Daddy looks at her, and she can already see him starting to close off again, but she steals the last few moments of honesty she can, desperately, “Daddy you can do this, okay? We’re going to be okay. Even if we have to go five miles an hour to get there.”
“I think I’m actually worse at driving slow.” Daddy grumbles. Trucy grabs his hands.
“Then we’ll go really fast. We aren’t giving up on this just because you’re scared.”
Daddy sighs and then ruffles her hair.
“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. It’d be stupid to give up right now. It doesn’t matter how long it’s going to take.”
They put their helmets on and climb onto the bike. They both hold their breaths when the engine first starts, and then it roars to life. It’s different than Desiree’s although exactly how, Trucy isn’t sure. She wraps her arms around her daddy’s stomach as they get going, keeping her eyes open. She isn’t scared, she can’t be. She needs to seem sure and trusting over this, for his sake, for their sake, so that they can make it through here together.
Things don’t change a lot with Daddy. They’ve lived in the same place for all this time, and Daddy’s worked at the same bar, and Trucy’s worked at the same bar, and they have the same routines day to week to month to year. This is new, this is change, but it’s a good thing.
They roar down the streets for the first time, Daddy is shaking, Trucy can feel it with how tightly she’s holding onto him. The air roars past them, chillingly-cold.
He did this for me, Trucy thinks, and then, no, he did this for us. For family, so that we can keep moving forwards .
If they had stood still, they would’ve been alright with buses and taxis and rides from friends. But they are moving forward in life, they need the ability to do more, be more independent, further their own things.
And help, here they had help, from Desiree, and from the thoughtfulness of Aunt Mia to leave Phoenix to her bike, and Ron had told Trucy before that Phoenix had helped them (Trucy had already known this, she’s read that case and every other case what feels like a thousand times over, her illicit self-read bedtime stories) and that they’d been wanting to do something for the man ever since they heard about The Disbarment.
It’s sort of funny, how independence and getting help seemed to go hand-in-hand.
Trucy and her Daddy roar down the streets, and her grip loosens as she gets more comfortable, and Daddy stops shaking so badly as he gets into his groove, because he’s done this before and has been training and practicing, and he knows how to ride a bike now, and Desiree has taught him how to maintain it, and now, now they are going towards a new normal, a new schedule, a second half of the darkest time of their lives (of course, Trucy doesn’t know this, and neither does her daddy, and now it seems like the shadows is simply where they will always be living) and they prepare to meet it together.
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OG616 : Thor: The Dark World - Pt.3 [Thor’s Return]
[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]
Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)
Warnings: just more sad - but with some hope at the end!
Author’s Note: I take some deleted scenes as canon, so enjoy those making a little appearance. c:
Taglist: @high-functioning-lokipath , @onaheroicmission
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When Loki was first imprisoned, it had been summertime - but the bright days and warm, temperate nights spent gazing up at the stars brought Sigyn little comfort. She wished he were there, with her. As time passed, along with grief for what could have been, a gradual swell of frustration and despair welled up inside of her.
He was so close. On the same realm, but stuck in the deepest reaches of Asgard.
Frigga had helped her send more gifts. Odin, catching onto their scheme, clearly disapproved. He never confronted her about it, but Sigyn often gave him a wide berth just in case.
And she never once dared to go near the entrance to the dungeons.
She avoided that area of the palace entirely, in fact. For months she dutifully kept her promise, instead pouring into the letters that were safely hidden in the folds of books she sent to Loki. She told him what everyone was doing, how the realms were faring, and what new (or old) places she’d found in the forest. She told him of any astronomical happenings, knowing he liked to watch the sky. She even told him, around Yule, how she had thought of him during the celebratory toasts.
By the time a second summer passed, Sigyn was running low on books to send.
Eventually, whispers of autumn played on the breeze. The chipper green hues of summer gave way to fiery reds, the same color as…
Sigyn sighed heavily, sitting on a tufted window seat in a breezy area of the palace, her sketchbook on her lap.
Thor still hadn’t returned home.
Neither had Sif, nor the Warriors Three. Instead, troops of Einherjar, often led by Tyr, funneled enemy captives into the dungeons. She saw them sometimes, droves of hardened criminals, some still covered in blood that was most likely not theirs, being paraded down into the depths.
It would be easy enough to disguise herself, slip in among them, and then… Well, trying to avoid being imprisoned herself was the tricky part. She huffed through her nose. In truth, she’d concocted dozens of far-fetched plans on how to reach Loki, or free him.
But she was bound by her word.
Frigga was too smart to let me go without making a promise, Sigyn mused, She knew I’d go straight to him otherwise. But this existence is.. Miserable.
Sigyn closed her eyes. She had spent countless days on a seat like this years ago, lying next to Loki. Sunny mornings and rainy afternoons, cozied up with a good book and loving company…
She shook her head and sighed.
An eternity alone.
One year was a fraction of her life, yet it felt like an eternity in itself. Were they doomed to this fate forever? Odin showed no sign of shortening Loki’s sentence, despite her excellent behavior. Even Frigga couldn’t convince him to letting anyone visit the dungeons, outside of delivering prisoners.
Fate…
Grabbing her book, Sigyn flipped through the pages. It doubled as a notebook of sorts, and often accompanied her on trail rides or trips to visit Heimdall and learn about the stars. It was an unassuming and well-loved little book, the pages all crumpled and covered in scribbled-down futhark.
Eventually, she found the page she was looking for, and the symbol upon it. Three sets of three lines. One, vertical, the other two at angles. The web of Wyrd. The net of Skuld. The matrix of fate.
Her eyes drifted to the margins, where she’d taken notes from a book in the library - the same one she had read frequently after Loki’s fall. It had quickly become a favorite book in those months, so much that she’d copied an entire page from it. A knot formed in her throat as she read.
“Here we see how the past, present, and future are interconnected. Norns, keepers of fate, weave them through spinning the strings of our lives. We provide the material with our choices, our actions. But who is to say this life is the only tapestry made?
Endless choices, endless possibilities await us with every day, every breath. Surely, other paths await. For as we exhale our final breath in this life, we inhale our first in another: An eternal tapestry of fate.”
Sigyn held the book closer, pressing it to her chest. A tear slid down her cheek, plopping into her lap.
I’ll see you again, love. In this life or the next.
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Weeks later still, Thor returned to Asgard, inspiring raucous celebration in his wake. The entire realm seemed to rejoice upon his return. By the time a new wave of prisoners had been taken to the dungeons, and those escorting them could return to their lives, it was dark out. Cold.
Snow drifted down from the sky, white powder collecting on the edges of streets and tops of buildings. The beginnings of winter had found its way to Asgard: the last hues of fall clinging to the trees, cool rain now replaced with soft flurries of white.
Sigyn took a deep breath of icy air, pulling the collar of her sapphire cloak closer to her neck. Oddly enough, she enjoyed the cold. It felt familiar.
She had changed into a slightly thicker, warmer version of her riding outfit. But now she adorned it with an emerald and gold sash tied around her waist, as well as her necklace, which was tucked in her shirt.
As beautiful as the palace was, Sigyn always loved roaming the city.
Fires blazed around her, filling the night with bursts of amber light, and countless Asgardians were already celebrating the recent victory on Vanaheim. Laughing, drinking, reveling.
Sigyn quickened her pace.
Children raced past her and she recognized them as Volstagg's son and daughter, following them through a tavern. She exhaled a gentle breath, the warm air melting the snowflakes on her shoulders as she approached a large table. A powerful voice filled the room everyone was nestled into.
"... Cracking under the strain, I threw the beast off. But, six more beat me to the ground, crushing my blade as if it was paper- Oh, you're missing the best part, hah!" Volstagg called his children over, scooping his daughter up into his lap. She giggled.
Sigyn took a careful seat next to Thor, who smiled a silent greeting. She returned it. Across the room, Fandral, ignoring his two lady-friends for a moment, gave Sigyn a small wave. She smiled again, nodding at him.
Thank the Norns they’re home safe.
"Now, where was I..?" Volstagg held his daughter in his lap.
"You were surrounded." Thor smiled, taking a drink.
"Again." Fandral smirked.
"Oh, yes, yes yes, by the most vile criminals the Nine Realms have ever produced!" Volstagg embellished each word with dramatic movements, entertaining the crowd.
"To our left, savage beasts, with fangs like knives! To our right, soldiers of fortune, their blades dripping with blood! And who was there to face the horde, but Fandral the Dashing!"
"I was." Fandral took a drink.
"Hogun the Grim," Volstagg continued, "And Volstagg the.." He stopped.
"Voluminous?" One of Fandral's ladies suggested.
"Fat." Fandral chuckled, and even Thor and Sigyn laughed.
Volstagg looked indignant. "Invincible!" He corrected, "I don't mind telling you, I feared for Thor's life." He pointed to the thunder god, who was still grinning.
"But," Volstagg raised his voice, "With steely courage, intrepid spirit, and an axe-" He beat the table with a fist, "Victory was ours!" then raised a toast to tumultuous applause.
Thor clapped, drinking more mead. "Truly, a tale for the ages."
"No doubt he'll be telling it that long as well," Fandral took another drink.
"Another!" Volstagg shouted, tossing his goblet aside. Several others did the same.
Sigyn kept smiling, but never as widely as she once would have.
I wish you were here, Loki.
I wish you were here beside me. Joining in the celebration. Correcting Volstagg, rolling your eyes and chuckling at him.
You could always make me laugh.
She felt Thor move next to her, setting down his goblet without so much as sipping from it.
"Brother?" She muttered to him.
He pursed his lips in a half-smile. “It’s nothing.” But as he gave her a firm, loving pat on the shoulder and left, Sigyn saw a pain behind his eyes she knew all too well.
The mortal he met, he still misses her. Her heart ached. I know how that feels...
Sigyn left the celebration early, heading straight to the palace.
It didn’t take her long to find Frigga. She was in her chambers, a basin of fire lit before her. Sigyn cleared her throat.
Frigga glanced at her over her shoulder. “It’s quite cold out tonight. Though, I expect the festivities are keeping you all warm.”
“Some warmer than others. Fandral has returned to being.. Well, Fandral.”
The queen laughed gently. “Yes, I expect he has.”
Sigyn huffed a small laugh, walking closer. They stood a moment, watching the flames.
“Frigga..” Sigyn started, looking at her - she noticed there were tears in the queen’s eyes. “Is.. Something wrong?”
Frigga smiled sadly. “I spoke with him today. Loki.”
Sigyn froze. Frigga continued, “Using illusions, of course. He’s settled in nicely - you did well, choosing things that would help him feel more comfortable. I had meant to fetch you tomorrow, in fact, to help you visit him through magic - Odin is in good spirits, now that Thor has returned. But I’m not sure Loki would like to see me for a while.”
Sigyn swallowed. “What did he do?”
Frigga rubbed her hands together. “He is bitter. Angry. Hurting. I fear resentment toward Odin and Thor has clouded his judgement..”
“I need to see him,” She whispered, so softly she was surprised when Frigga heard.
“Yes.” The queen agreed. “And he needs you.”
Sigyn looked at her, eyes filled with tears.
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I've got an idea for a fluffy prompt! The reader is an artist and loves to make sketches of everyone at Kaer Morhen. At some point during the winter, Lambert gets jealous because he notices everyone else has been gifted a sketch except him. As it turns out, he has been the reader's main subject the entire time, but they decided to keep quiet about it since they have a huge crush on him and weren't quite ready to be vulnerable. It's okay if don't end up writing it. I just wanted to contribute :)
A/N: Oh babe this is so soft and sweet!!!
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You moved through the keep, your sketchbook tucked carefully underneath your arm. In your hand, you held a piece of parchment.
You spotted Eskel and Lambert sitting at the table closest to the fire. There were a few different books open on the table. From the quick glance you had of the words on the parchment, you could tell they were bestiaries.
“Hi, Eskel!” You chirped.
Both witchers lifted their heads to look at you. Your eyes very briefly met with Lambert’s. But you quickly looked away.
“Good evening, Y/N.” Eskel said.
“I just finished a little something up.” You handed him the parchment, then moved your sketchbook around so you held it to your chest.
The drawing on the parchment was of Lil Bleater in a field of wildflowers. A smile came to Eskel’s face.
“This is amazing, Y/N. Thank-,”
Lambert stood up suddenly, his chair screeching against the floor. You jumped, your grip on the book tightening. You watched the young witcher storm out of the room without so much as a goodbye or even a glance in your direction.
Eskel sighed, setting the parchment down on the table beside him.
“Did…. Did I do something, Eskel?” You asked, turning your head to look at the door Lambert had disappeared through.
The witcher didn’t answer you immediately.
“Lambert is a complicated man, Y/N.”
That didn’t really offer you an answer.
You nodded and excused yourself, wanting to go off in search of him. You couldn’t help but feel that maybe you did something wrong. He didn’t storm off until after you entered the room.
Your stomach churned at the thought of having done something to piss him off.
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You spent hours searching for him, but it proved useless. He knew all the best hideaways in the keep. If he didn’t want to be found, there would be no finding him.
As you passed the library, you spotted Vesemir fixing a bookshelf.
“Hello, Vesemir.” You stepped into the room.
“Greetings, Y/N.” He didn’t look away from his project. You stood there for a few moments, looking around the room. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“I’m…. I’m looking for Lambert. Have you seen him?”
“Passed through not too long ago. Said he was going to go to the lake.”
“Thank you, Vesemir.”
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You gently pulled on the reins to your horse, bringing her to a stop just before the trail opened up at the little hut on the lake. You listened, eyes carefully looking around to make sure there were no signs of danger. When you were positive there were no threats, you slipped down from your horse.
Lambert’s horse, Champion, was tied to a hitching post just outside of the little hut. You spotted the witcher on the dock.
You were sure he had heard you. He had to have heard you. You weren’t that quiet as you walked, and he was a witcher.
It appeared as though he was sharpening something, maybe a dagger of some sort. You tied your horse to the hitching post and moved towards Lambert.
“Lambert?” You said his name, stopping where the dock met the bank.
“What?” He didn’t look at you or make any attempts to look in your direction.
“I-I…. Did I do something to upset you?” You asked, messing nervously with your fingers. “To make you leave so suddenly?”
“No.” His answer was short and blunt.
“Then why won’t you look at me?”
He was silent.
“Lambert, please.” You begged quietly, your voice no longer working properly. “If I did something, I-I need to know so I can make it right.”
“Why?” He put the dagger in his hand down and finally brought his eyes to you. He was upset, angry even. His golden eyes were full of so many emotions. “Why do you care about making it right?”
“Because I-I care about you.” You whispered.
“Bullshit.” He stood up, shaking his head as he moved down the dock. He tucked the dagger into its sheath and put the whetstone into his pocket.
You stepped out of his way, watching him go to Champion and begin to untie him.
“Don’t tell me fucking bullshit lies like that, Y/N.”
“It’s not a lie, Lambert.” You shook your head, your vision blurring because of tears. You didn’t like that he was angry, that he was angry with you. “I do-I do care about you. What have I done to make you so furious with me?”
Lambert whirled around to face you, taking a step in your direction.
“You fucking go around handing everyone else all those dumbass sketches you make! You’ve given Eskel a dozen and-and even fucking Jaskier gets them! But you haven’t given me one!”
You gazed up at him, wiping the tears from your cheeks.
“I don’t care anymore.” He lowered his voice, shaking his head. “Don’t fucking care. They’re stupid and fucking useless.”
“Lambert, I-I have to show-to show you something.” You reached out to stop him from turning away, your hand finding his arm. “Why I haven’t given you any.”
He locked his jaw, moving his arm out of your grasp.
You sniffled and wiped your cheeks.
“Why?” He muttered.
“Because I need…. I need you to know that I care about you. I-I really do.” You wiped your cheeks again, your gaze dropping to the ground.
He said nothing for a while, but you could feel his eyes on you.
“Fine.”
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The both of you were silent as you led him back up to the keep and then to your room.
You pushed the door to your room open and moved to pull back the curtain, allowing sunlight to flow into the room.
“Those little sketches I give to Eskel and Jaskier and everyone else, they’re what I work on when I need a break from this.” You moved across the room to an easel that was covered with a cloth. You pulled the cloth back to reveal a painting. It was only half way finished, but Lambert already knew what it was. It was a portrait of him, but only the right half of his face was done.
Lambert’s lips parted as he stepped towards the painting. You could see the way the anger left his eyes. It was replaced with something softer, something more passive and tender.
He reached out as if to brush his fingers over the canvas, but at the last minute he decided against it.
You stayed in place, unable to bring yourself to move. You chewed on the inside of your cheek. What if he thought it was weird that you were making such a big piece of art for him? What if he didn’t feel the same way as you?
“How, uh, how long have you been working on this?” He asked, unable to tear his eyes away to look at you.
“Since the leaves began to change.” You explained. “One of my last trips to the village, I purchased these items. I wanted something to keep me busy throughout the winter.”
Silence fell between you two. He still seemed to be fascinated with the art, eyes gliding over each and every little detail from the scar on his right eye to a scar on his neck just a few inches below his jaw.
“I-I know it’s just a stupid little painting.” You shook your head, clenching your fists tightly together. “But-,”
“It’s not stupid.” He shook his head, then cleared his throat before looking at you. “It’s…. It’s really good.”
A smile tugged at the corners of your lips.
“You think so?”
“Yeah. It’s…. It looks amazing.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I feel like such a fucking jerk now.”
“No, no. It’s okay.” You shook your head, smiling shyly. “I understand why you were upset. I just…. I’m sorry I made you feel that way, feel left out and not included.”
He said nothing, turning his head to look back at the painting.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” Lambert asked softly. He couldn’t look at you. He couldn’t bring himself to look into your eyes and see you look at him with such a soft gaze.
You moved away from him towards the window.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same…. That you’d be creeped out by it.” Your eyes flickered over the snow covered mountains.
“I didn’t think you’d…. That someone like you would be interested in someone like me.” He admitted.
You turned your head to look at him, brows drawing together.
“Someone like you?”
He sighed heavily, looking around the room for something to look at other than you. He spotted your dagger resting on your desk. He moved to it, inspecting the blade to make sure it was sharp enough to properly protect you should it be needed.
“A witcher. Emotionless beast!” He waved his hands in the air a little dramatically. “Professional killer and all that shit.”
You tilted your head to the side, a solemn look crossing your face.
“Lambert, you aren’t emotionless, nor are you a beast.”
“Well that’s what the rest of the world seems to think.” Lambert placed the dagger back on the desk.
“Not me. To me, you’re thoughtful and brilliant. You love jokes and making people laugh. A proper jester.”
A little grin came to his lips. His eyes flickered up to meet yours.
“You think I’d be good at professionally making a fool out of myself?”
You giggled.
“That isn’t what I meant.”
“Lambert!” Vesemir called, his voice echoing through the tower.
“Fuck.” Lambert muttered, moving towards the door.
You watched him go, a little sad that nothing much had come out of your conversation.
But then at the last minute, Lambert turned and crossed the room to you. He put one hand on your arm and leaned down to kiss your cheek.
Immediately, you flushed red, shyly looking away as he smiled at you.
“We’re going to have to talk later.”
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FBWeek2020: Day 3
This took me far longer to get to than I would have liked! It seemed like the perfect challenge for FBWeek! The prompt was “I don’t want to forget this.”
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The blanket was soft beneath her as Tina began to drift back to consciousness. The warm summer afternoon and the light, salty breeze off the ocean had lulled her to sleep where she sat with Newt beneath the sprawling branches of the beech tree.
His childhood home was nearby and they had been staying there for nearly a fortnight, but after breakfast, Newt had grabbed her hand and led her outside where he had stashed a blanket and a basket of provisions. “I want to get away for a while. With you.”
They had walked through the wards that kept the Scamander Estate hidden from muggle view and had strolled for nearly a mile down a weather-beaten dirt road. Grasses grew tall and untamed, dotted with patches of colorful wildflowers. The ocean, now visible in the distance, was sparkling in the sunlight.
Newt led her to a small grove of trees a little way off the road. He hadn’t spoken much during their walk, but his hand had remained solidly around her own, his fingers sliding between her own somewhere along their walk. It wasn’t an awkward silence. Far from it, in fact. As their relationship had grown over the past year, through letters and now over cups of tea and quick lunches grabbed at the Ministry, they had grown into a comfortable companionship. There was trust and deep friendship. There was love. She had let the word slip last month, but Newt had just smiled and returned the sentiment as he cupped her cheek and smiled at her, his happiness evident in his radiance.
Laying the blanket on the soft grass, they had sprawled out on their sides, talking quietly with their faces close together. Their hands clasped and fingers brushed callused skin as they spoke of their childhood dreams and how those dreams had changed through the years. Newt spoke of his own future goals, something that he didn’t speak of often. He had said once that it was hard for him to imagine anything besides the lonely life of solitude that he had spent his first thirty years accepting would be his fate. Tina had changed all of that, and he had spent the last year building a new future for himself in his mind.
There were periods of silence and periods of laughter as they laid on the blanket together. They spent some time kissing and enjoying the solitude that the Dorset countryside provided, something they had been lacking since they had joined the company of Newt’s mother and brother the previous week.
Eventually, Newt opened the basket of fruits, cheeses, and sandwiches that he had packed. Tina, eating her fill and feeling the warmth of the day settle over her, laid her head back and watched Newt, who had grabbed his sketchbook and settled his back against a tree trunk. His hands fluidly worked their way across the page, his arms free of his jacket and his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows. Proprietary had no place here in his safe place, and Tina loved to see him this way. Relaxed and free.
The soothing sounds of his pencil scratching across the surface of the page and the wind soothing her heated body eventually lulled her into a light sleep, though for how long, she was not sure. As she breathed deeply and opened her eyes, she found Newt exactly where she had last seen him, but he had shifted his body slightly to the right, no longer looking toward the ocean. He looked up from his sketch to find her watching him and a comfortable smile crossed his face.
“How long was I asleep,” Tina asked groggily, her legs stretching out on the blanket, her bare feet skirting the grass at the edge.
Newt placed his pencil between the pages of his sketchbook and scooted his body back to the blanket, sitting cross-legged net to Tina. “Not long, maybe twenty minutes? You looked peaceful and I didn’t want to wake you.” He looked down at her where she lay with her head cradled in her arms, then reached forward to tuck a wayward strand of hair that had escaped her low chignon. Her hair was barely long enough to wear up, but she had tried to escape the heat of the day by pulling it off her neck. She knew Newt liked it like this, though he had never said as much out loud.
“What are you working on?” Tina inquired, her hand reaching for the battered, leather sketchbook that laid at Newt’s side. She flipped to the page he had been working on, where his discarded pencil lay across the gutter of the book. Rather than the latest re-draw of a creature for his next installment of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, there was a very lovingly drawn sketch of her, sleeping while sprawled across the blanket. Her dress was draped across her legs, her bare feet tucked in the fold of the picnic blanket, her eyes lightly closed with her lashes fanned over her cheeks. It wasn’t complete, not to Newt’s standards, but she could tell he had added as many details as he could before she woke up.
“It’s...me.”
“Yes,” he replied, looking down at the sketchbook in her hands. “I don’t want to forget this,” he said simply. Tina ran one finger along the margin of the page, making sure not to smudge the pencil lines. She placed the pencil back between the pages and closed the book with a soft plop. She pulled herself up to a seated position, positioning her body net to Newt’s and fanning out the hem of her skirt around her.
“What makes today so special?” she asked, turning her head to watch him. He was looking out at the water, thinking about something. He turned his head toward her and smiled, leaning forward to touch his forehead to her own. His eyes closed but he didn’t lean forward for a kiss. Instead, he brushed her hairline with his lips, which felt just as intimate.
“I’m happy here. You make me happy. I feel… freer than I have in a long time, actually.” He wrapped one arm around her waist, his fingers toying with the piped hem he found there. “You know that I was always alone before, that I didn’t trust people, that I was afraid to get close to anybody?” Tina nodded. She was well aware of his past, the hurt and frustration that having different goals or skills provided was something with which they were both familiar.
“I’m not nervous or afraid with you, not anymore. I trust you, which is...kind of, well, unheard of for me.” His fingers continued to fidget with her dress, and she let him. She could tell that he had something to say and she wanted him to get it out. He was in a pensive mood, he had been all day, and she knew something had been on his mind for a few days.
“I’ve been wanting to ask you something for a few weeks now, but I haven’t found the right moment. I, honestly, don’t know if now is the right moment or not, but I don’t want to wait anymore.” Newt looked down into her face, his eyes meeting her own. He was waiting for her, she wasn’t quite sure why, but she nodded silently up at him.
He looked away for a moment, his lips were pursed and his hands stilled their activity. Tina, curious now, tilted her head to the side. “What did you want to ask me?” she asked softly. She saw his shoulders rise and fall in a deep breath.
“You know I love you, right?” he asked, turning to look at her once again.
“Of course I do,” Tina said with a smile, “and I love you.”
“I never thought that I would get the chance to have a solid friendship, let alone this, and I was always fine with that. I had my creatures, I had the occasional affection of family, I was content.” The corner of Newt’s mouth quirked into a half-smile. “Then I met you, Tina, and I knew as soon as I got on that boat after spending a week with you in New York that my life had changed. For the first time in my life, I was wondering what a life built with someone might look like. It was...terrifying...and lovely. So many scenarios went racing through my mind, and I was so excited to see you again.”
Tina leaned her head on his shoulder and his hand tightened around her waist. She could feel him trembling slightly and she looked up at his face, his fringe casting shadows across his eyes in the sunlight. “I guess what I am trying to say is that...I love you, and I want to make a life with you, Tina.” Newt shifted to face her, taking her hand in his own. “I have for quite a while now. I can’t imagine anything that would make me happier or bring me more honor than spending my life with you.”
Tina felt her heartbeat quicken. She had thought of this quite often herself. She had been so happy with Newt. She felt like, even though her life had spiraled out of control and their relationship had begun amidst tragedy and chaos, he had been her center. He had calmed her, listened to her, and helped her create a new life for herself in England. He was her home now, even with an ongoing search for her sister still in progress.
She knew what he was about to ask her. Tears sprang to her eyes and she let them fall free as she squeezed his hand more firmly.
“Newt…”
Newt reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a small, round ring box. He flicked the clasp with his finger and the box fell open to reveal a diamond ring, modest but beautiful. He knew her well.
“Tina, will you marry me?”
She gazed down at the ring nestled in the small box, then back up at Newt. Her mouth had fallen open in shock and she felt her free hand come to her face, covering her mouth.
She nodded.
Newt smiled nervously, asking, “Is that a yes, then?”
With a choked sob, Tina pulled her hand from his and threw both of her arms around his neck, holding him through her happy laughter and tears. “Yes,” she whispered into his neck as his arms wrapped around her and held her to him. “Yes.”
She slowly pulled away, leaving just a bit of space between them. She could see tears glistening on Newt’s eyelashes as he cupped her cheek. “Yes?”
She laughed brightly, her hands cupping his face and leaning in for a wet kiss, barely accomplished through their smiles. “Yes!” Newt pulled her hand away from his face and held it in his own. He pulled the ring from the box, which had fallen to the blanket, and slipped it carefully onto her finger. She looked down at the round diamond and intricate filigree, the sunlight catching the stone and metal, making the ring dazzle. It was beautiful.
She caressed the ring lovingly with her opposite thumb, then turned to Newt with a beaming smile. She was buzzing with excitement, happiness, and adoration for this man who had made her so happy. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him again, his hands pulling her tightly against him. He sighed deeply, relaxing after what must have been a day full of nervous anticipation. “You make me so happy,” he whispered, “I am the luckiest man in the world.”
Tina huggled him more tightly and shook her head, her hand coming up to tangle into his hair. She was going to marry this man. She loved him more than she ever thought possible.
“I’m the lucky one.”
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