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Hello. How are you? I hope I'm not bothering you. I'm so sorry your old blog is gone. But I believe you can start over. I wish you the best of luck on your new blog. Can I make a request if requests are open? You shared it once. I wonder if you can do it like part 2? Can you share more for yandere husbands Pollux Black, Cygnus Black, Orion Black, Alphard Black and Severus Snape ? Please
Don't worry you're not bothering me dear, and thank you for the kind wishes for my new blog, I really appreciate the love and support I've received from all of you during those difficult times. I was pretty dejected when my blog got deleted for no reason but it's okay, I'll start over, a fresh start and sure, let's get into this
I'll have to write only for Pollux and Cygnus unfortunately, you've requested for too many characters 😭 Please request for not more than 2 or 3 characters at least for a scenario next time, it gets overwhelming to write for more. I sincerely apologize 😔
Pollux Black: Pollux might love you and be obsessed with you but if you dare to act up in front of him he's not going to appreciate it. As much as he cares for you he's really not above using the Cruciatus curse on you when you misbehave with him and demand for silly things like your freedom and wanting to see your friends and family. He's your family now, you're supposed to be content staying with him, he's already providing everything for you despite your constant tantrums and protests which he's willingly and patiently tolerating, and yet you say you don't want to be with him?
As soon as those words come out of your mouth, you'll be wishing you'd never said that in the first place judging by the dark look that's now plastered across his face. After he's done with torturing you for a while, he'll lock you in a room and ignore you till you apologize to him by literally begging him to pay attention to you, which is what he wants. You better hope and pray to whatever God you believe in because this deranged lunatic will hunt down every friend, family member and person you've come in contact with at least once in your lifetime and murder them right in front of you
If it's a random stranger who bumped into you on some random day, even better as he'll taunt you for having the blood of them on your hands and gaslight you by saying how all this is your fault because you refused to love him and reciprocate his feelings back. This is why I called him a deranged lunatic. When you finally do apologize, his personality will change drastically, like going from a zero to 360 in just a matter of seconds. He'll gently kiss your hands and tell you that you've been a good little darling for him as he patches you up, this bipolar MF 😒 All in all, just be good and you won't have a hard time dealing with this lunatic and try not to make him jealous by mentioning other people in front of him, things will get messy
Cygnus Black: Cygnus is quite fond of books and if you're a writer, lady luck just graced you with good fortune, however of course, as usual there will be consequences since well, is a Black after all. Cygnus will allow you to pursue whatever interests and hobbies you have after he's taken you because he knows you'll be lonely staying cooped up indoors all day long without magic. If you're fond of art, he'll get you the best art supplies galleons and knuts can buy from a reputed store. If you're fond of reading books he'll gladly join you when you're reading as he slowly wraps a protective arm around your waist and pulls you in closer to him while the two of you read. He won't really mind it if you decide to lay down on his lap, he'll be thrilled that you're finally trusting him after so long as he secretly basks in his moment of victory and gently runs his fingers through your hair
This man is territorial and possessive, you can't do anything without taking his permission first and unfortunately that rule applies to you wanting to get your books published for everyone else to read. You decided to ask him about this one day during dinner. He noticed there was something on your mind and you were unusually quiet, at first he thought of using Occlumency on you to find out what you were thinking about, however he decided to be generous and gave you the chance to explain yourself. He'll most definitely use his Occlumency skills on you later though, you know, just as a precautionary measure to make sure you aren't thinking about anything silly like trying to get away from him
"You're quiet today...quiet than usual, I can tell there's something on your mind" he said in a nonchalant voice as he sipped his Earl Grey tea and surveyed you with a calculating look in his eyes, silently trying to draw an answer from you. You slightly fidgeted with the hem of your robes and spoke "I was wondering if I could publish a few of my works to the public..." You were greeted with silence in return as you mentally winced at yourself for coming up with this idea in the first place. You could tell he didn't appreciate the question you've just asked him judging by the way he was starting at you with an unreadable expression on his face
He got up from his chair and strode towards you as he lifted your chin with his finger. "Dear, why would you want insignificant pathetic vermin to tell you how good your work is when you already have me? Is my presence for you not enough?" You were struggling to think of saying something that wouldn't anger him as he continued to speak. "Your writing is one of a kind my love, the others... they're like mere flies who have no experience when it comes to writing, they don't know how creative and beautiful your mind is when you imagine something and put those very thoughts on a parchment. And yet some of them dare criticize you, your work is reserved for me and ONLY me, they don't know you like I do.... the sooner you get rid of this silly notion of yours, the better" as you nodded your head silently and kept eating your dinner
Sure enough he kept a close eye on you whenever you wrote something to make sure your writing didn't go public. Part of him was worried that you'd include some secret message in your writing and then he'd lose you, no.... he couldn't lose you.... he won't lose you, you're his and he'll make sure people pay dearly if they dared to take you away from him
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GLASSY SKY
Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!
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Fandom(s): Arcane: League of Legends (2021)
Pairing(s): Viktor x Gender Neutral!Reader
Genre(s)/Tag(s): ANGST, reader is sick
Notes: The song is from Tokyo Ghoul and is such a gorgeous song. I highly recommend listening to it!
Also, I think Viktor is the character I’ve written for the most on this blog now. Other than Ozpin, but we don’t talk about my RWBY era, lol.
I also don’t know how advanced medical care is in Arcane, so we’re taking some liberties. Don’t come for me if this isn’t accurate.
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How many days have passed like this?
The city the crowd is fading, moving on
I sometimes have wondered where you've gone
Story carries on, lonely, lost inside
How many days had passed? Viktor couldn’t remember. Ten? Twenty?
No, that wasn’t right. He didn’t have to check the calendar to know how many days.
One thousand, seven hundred, and sixty-four days.
One thousand, seven hundred, and sixty-four days since you left him.
I had this dream so many times
The moments we've spent have passed and gone away
Could there be an end to this, what I'm feeling deep inside
You know there's no looking back
Viktor should have seen the signs. He was supposed to be smart. But he supposed you were smarter about hiding your symptoms. You passed it off as a nasty virus when you started coughing, so he didn’t question it. You were a doctor—not his doctor, of course—but one of the best in Piltover.
When you started coughing blood, he got worried. But you said it was a common symptom of bronchitis and that you were on a series of antiviral medications to combat it.
You were good at your job, so he believed you.
He shouldn’t have.
Glassy sky above
As long as I'm alive, you will be part of me
Glassy sky, the cold, the broken pieces of me
Viktor should have pressed more to find out the actual diagnosis and should have been more nosy to find out how to help you.
But he didn’t and would regret that for the rest of his life.
The mystery of it, I recall
Suddenly the truth will change the way we fall
I didn't want to hurt you, hope you know
Empty promises, shattered dreams of love
When you started losing weight, was when Viktor began to figure out what was going on.
How had he not seen the signs before?
The coughing of blood, the weight loss, the occasional complaining of chest pain, the frequent wheezing.
You were so sick at this point you could barely get out of bed. He had stopped working at Hextech to help you. Jayce didn’t even have to force Viktor to stay home. He even came by to visit and helped fund your treatment plan when you got so bad you couldn’t take your medicine.
Sometimes I wonder what's beyond
I tried many times to make it up to you
Can somebody tell me what to do
Thought we're meant to be, there's no going back
Sometimes Viktor wondered what was going to come when you passed. He wasn’t stupid; he knew you would die at this point. The treatment wasn’t working, and no manner of pills and radiation therapy was helping you.
But you didn’t change one bit.
You still smiled and laughed. You tried joking when things got particularly bad.
He didn’t have the heart to tell you that your jokes were atrocious.
Because he knew he wouldn’t hear them again.
Time has already come, sun is gone, and no more shadows
Can't give up, I know, and this life goes on
I'll be strong. I'll be strong till I see the end.
You passed in your sleep. You had been staying in a different room—you said you didn’t want to keep Viktor up with your coughing. When he went to check on you in the morning, you were cold.
He didn’t understand.
Just the night before, you were joking and laughing with Jayce as Viktor watched on with a fond smile.
Glassy sky above
As long as I survive, you will be part of me
Glassy sky, the cold, the broken pieces of me
Glassy sky above, covers over me, over me
Viktor stood in the rain as your casket was lowered into the ground. He leaned heavily on his crutch, shrugging off any hand on his shoulder.
He should have seen the signs.
He could have helped you.
But it was too late.
#viktor arcane#viktor arcane x reader#viktor arcane x you#arcane viktor#arcane viktor x reader#arcane viktor x you#arcane league of legends#arcane: league of legends#viktor x reader#viktor x you#fairy writes
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Boys, boys, boys #2
HereLiesMillie ~
Boys, they are both wonderful and disturbing creatures all at once. Whether you love them or hate them, they’re here to stay and stay they have.
My experience with boys has so far been... mixed? As a child a large majority of my friend group was boys, not that it was by choice as you’ll come to find in later blogs. But I didn’t mind, they were some of the best people I’ve ever gotten the pleasure of meeting and though we no longer talk I wouldn’t dare to wish a bad thing upon them.
Though my childhood memories with boys have been fond my teenage years is a different story. And no before your mind wanders, I didn’t get bullied, harassed or intimidated by them but my experiences have still been bumpy.
When I turned 17 I thought I had met a boy who liked me, I of course was ecstatic. He was on my mind 24/7 not a day of rest even though he was one of the dreaded men the internet has offered to me. We’ll call him Roma, you see Roma lived in a different part of the country from me and had often talked about coming up to visit, this continuously peaked my interest and we hit it off. Of course it didn’t take long until the conversations got slow and he asked the dreaded question...
“Do you send?”
The moment I read it I felt my heart sink, ‘Ah of course’ I probably thought to myself, I’d been played all along, played for my body and treated as if I was nothing more than a magazine made for pornographic material. We soon stopped talking although I’ll admit he was on my mind for over a year and a half more and when I was lonely, I’d use his face to make up the fake stories in my brain.
The next boy.. well man? I met when I was 19, we clicked instantly and if I’m being real, I might’ve been the happiest I had ever been once we started talking. He was sweet, charming, attractive, talented and most importantly not creepy. The not creepy emphasis is important as spoiler alert he was a TINDER BOY. God I know I should’ve known better, but hey, I was lonely and craving love I was desperate to feel someone want me. The day after we met on Tinder we hooked-up, although it wasn’t my original plan as I was well reminded that boys who do that on the first date want one thing and one thing only. I ignored the advice given to me by my seasoned flatmate and lost my virginity to him.
Now I’m unsure if it’s different for men but for women this is somewhat of a big deal, I was scared, nervous and excited. But those emotions were crushed in an instant when he afterwards told me to “Have sex with someone else and tell me how I compare”. This of course was stated after he had already compared me to his previous partners.
Crushed... I was crushed, in an instant I knew it. I’d just given something I had previously tried so hard to keep for the right person at the right time, away just like that.
I stayed over at his. In the morning not many words were spoken and he only walked me half way home, I knew the hug goodbye meant something along the lines of ‘Listen nice shag however, you’ll never see me again’.
I walked home heart heavy, where I stayed hooked on him for 4 following weeks, tracking his snapscore, checking his insta, following his band’s activities. I’d lost it, my sense of reality was destroyed and I wanted some form of confirmation I wouldn’t be abandoned.
Which of course happened. He stopped replying, left me on delivered for weeks and to be perfectly honest... it hurt. It hurt more than I let my best friend, more than I let other friends and more than I let myself believe. I felt like I was a tissue, used and then discarded without a mere second thought.
I haven’t seen him since then and to be honest if I did I think my healing process would’ve gone back to day one.
So to this I say, men, boys and the people who identify as such, please treat those you intend to use for sex like humans. Tell them that this is purely for a hook-up and don't leave them to believe that there a chance when you know that you’ll never reciprocate a feeling they’ve been dying to tell you.
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Let’s talk about DiaLuci.
Look, this isn’t a judgement call. This is merely a flat out explanation and something that should be recognized. There will be a few S2-3 spoilers, but it’s mainly vague, not going into details.
Be aware: This covers sensitive topics regarding the ship, toxic behaviors, abusive relationships, and the angel event.
Firstly, if you support DiaLuci, good for you! I’m not here to shame someone for their ships. But this fandom has a habit of attacking others who aren’t so fond of this ship. Someone can like Diavolo, and not support Dialuci. You can support Lucifer, and not like Dialuci. Or hell, you could dislike either/or both characters and fucking love the ship! No matter which character or ship you like or dislike, you are completely valid.
But this is a post, about the issues with the ship that I personally see, and why it should be more outspoken.
Now lets get to the point of the subject, shall we?
I fairly like Diavolo. He’s charming, joyous, and someone who would be the star of a party. Someone cheerful and bright. However, the way that this fandom persecutes anyone who doesn’t like Diavolo or feels uncomfortable around him is not ok.
In my opinion, Diavolo has shown signs of immature and insensitive behavior. I.e. the way he treats others like toys. Yes, he cares about them, but often doesn’t consider their feelings in things he considers ‘mere pranks.’ This may be because Barbatos constantly assures him that the future will be fine, since Barbatos can manipulate and choose timelines.
He wants the best for the people around him, but doesn’t exactly take criticism or resistance to his advances kindly. “Well duh, he’s a ruler!” So? Yes, he’s a ruler, but that doesn’t mean he should be inconsiderate about others around him. The fact that he disregards others opinions unless it fits his agenda, is a sign of his childishness.
Which means, that over time, Diavolo doesn’t hold much regard to his actions, as Barbatos is always there to catch him. Now that doesn’t mean he constantly is reckless. When it comes to official Devildom matters, Diavolo is an apt ruler, who makes decisions for the Devildom’s best interests.
The problem is, no one has told Diavolo about his less than savory behavior. Because they fear him, and fear the punishments he could inflict upon them. So I can’t really say that he’s a completely bad character.
He wants Lucifer to be his equal, and acknowledge the fact that Diavolo sees him as an equal. Diavolo’s lonely, and it’s explicitly stated as so. He envies the closeness the brothers have. So, he goes about it in the only way he knows how. Which we’ll get to a bit later.
As for Lucifer, I can’t deny I’m quite fond of him. He does his best to overcome his pride for MC, and gradually (in S2-3), he becomes more open with his feelings. Yes, he’s a deeply flawed character, but he’s not a complete villain. The world simply isn’t as black and white as some would like it to be.
Yes, his relationship with some of his brothers is toxic. The way he treats Mammon at times is unacceptable, and possibly abusive in my opinion. The fact that he acts cold and distant to his brothers at times isn’t ok. But one thing I’ve seen others overlook, is that Lucifer is the Avatar of Pride. Does this excuse his actions? No. Does it explain some of his habits? Yes.
Don’t get me wrong, he still has a lot to work on. But he’s getting there, and actively trying to get better.
Now for the ship.
You do not need to like a ship, just because a character from that ship is constantly seen with the partner. Like I’ve said above, you can hate or love Diavolo or Lucifer, and dislike/like the ship.
As for the oath, I won’t delve too deep into this, as it would take essays upon essays worth of information. But we all know that, Diavolo had given Lucifer an ultimatum. Save Lilith, at the cost of Lucifer’s unquestionable loyalty.
Which as we’ve seen, Lucifer had agreed to the terms. And so, he is now Diavolo’s most trusted advisor, his right hand man.
Even though Diavolo says or implies that he sees Lucifer as an equal. He doesn’t always seem to show it. The power imbalance in between both characters is evident, throughout the plot of the story. If Lucifer denies Diavolo’s advances, Diavolo will continue. Why?
Well, you could argue that his behavior is due to him being royalty. Which is true, he’s royalty, and has never been told no. Barbatos has always been there, fixing his mess, so why would he need to worry?
Diavolo praises Lucifer, in a manner that is clearly uncomfortable to the latter. It’s evident that Lucifer despises being praised for his beauty, and just his looks. I’ve seen blogs see it as ‘just a joke’ or ‘being playful’. But time and time again, Lucifer has denied these advances, very obviously disliking the attention and focus on his looks.
But Diavolo continues, and in his defense, you could say, ‘because Lucifer doesn’t say that he’s uncomfortable!’. It’s very obvious that Lucifer isn’t an equal to Diavolo, no matter how much the latter insists he is. We’ve seen Diavolo brush off other’s discomfort at his actions, and we’ve seen him continue.
Diavolo is not evil. This is quite clear, even though he may be suspicious to some. However, his relationship tactics and methods of relationships have toxic, and quite possibly abusive effects.
For example. The angel event.
We all know, that the bangles controlled the 7 avatars, turning them all into angels. Their outfits, and minds, were taken over. The brothers, (excluding Satan.) had gone through traumatic events in these outfits, that’s for sure.
The celestial war, and losing Lilith, all were incredibly traumatizing events forever affecting their mindsets from that day forward. The bangles attempted to brain wash them, and we can see it when Satan states that he doesn’t feel like himself, that he felt calm.
But you might think, “But being calm is great! Isn’t that what he always wantd?’. Not quite.. All Satan had known before was wrath, and being calm completely took away an important part of him. Even though Satan had always resented his wrath, his sin, he had felt like a part of himself was miserable without it. He wasn’t himself, and felt as if he were being forced to be calm, something he loathes.
In all of the brothers, we can see that they are clearly distressed, and may come out of this situation traumatized.
Lucifer is no exception. We saw how visibly upset he was, the fact that the snow-white wings on his back gave him a constant reminder of the war and Lilith, throughout the entire ordeal.
What was Diavolo doing this entire time? He was being provided entertainment, and reveled the sight before him. He enjoyed seeing the brothers in their angelic uniforms, where they had fought with tooth and nail for their sister, and who knows what else. He enjoyed the fact that the brothers were having angelic ideals forced inside their heads.
And when someone speaks up against him? He’s passive aggressive about it, until the person opposing him gives up, begs for forgiveness, or embarrasses themselves.
While criticism of any of the characters is deemed valid and peachy in this fandom. I haven’t seen any criticism of Diavolo that wasn’t met with backlash and intense hounding. Lucifer, Satan, Belphegor, have all been criticized, but has the majority really deemed those opinions as invalid? No. We can all see why those arguments are valid, and people have their own reasons.
Hell, we’ve all seen people Lucifer left and right. And you know what? They’re completely valid! Some people may have triggers/squicks in regards to his behavior, and it’s completely understandable.
But the moment someone criticized Diavolo, we see fighting and targeting. The person who speaks up gets pushed down and insulted, until they either give up, or agree. If you like Diavolo, good for you, you’re valid! If you don’t, you’re completely valid!
Now back to the ship. Apologies for getting off topic, but oftentimes, when Diavolo and Lucifer are mentioned separately, they’re roped together.
Abusive/toxic relationships aren’t always one where the abusive/toxic partner is an outright terrible person. Oftentimes, they come with charm, a dazzling smile, and friends that would fight tooth and nail for them.
Diavolo has Lucifer in an....uncomfortable position to say the least. In power dynamics, that is. Lucifer is constantly embarrassed publicly and privately by compliments, and Diavolo knows this. He’s demeaned by the oath, and as for work, Diavolo often adds to it, just for fun. I.e, leaving the Devildom to come to the human world, leaving his responsibilities behind.
“But he’s lonely!” Yes, and? He is lonely, yes, but there is a time and place for fun, and time and place for work. He is going to become a King, and if he puts all this responsibility and stress on Lucifer, it simply isn’t right.
They have their good moments, but that absolutely does not make up for the state of the relationship as a whole. Just because someone has their good moments, doesn’t mean you accept and forgive them. That’s like saying that someone who physically abuses their S/O, is a good partner because they occasionally make them dinner. It simply isn’t correct.
Majority of the time, Diavolo is fine with Lucifer being reduced to a pretty face and belittled. In public, which very clearly hurts Lucifer’s pride and reputation.
Many people can resonate with some of these behaviors, having seen them in their past.
So please. Tag your works as DiaLuci for others uncomfortable with it, stop attacking others who dislike the ship, and for fucks sake, enough with hating people who dislike a character and/or ship.
#obey me#obey me diavolo#obey me lucifer#obey me ship#obey me dialuci#dialuci#obey me ship discussion
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Monster Candy Au:
Tags- #monster candy au
Tws-Nomfs, Angst, Dark Themes, Dehumanization, Hurt/Comfort
Tommy, a human, gets taken to a world full of monsters and is separated from his brother and his best friend. He is found in a candy store by a monster named Wilbur who decides to spare Tommy’s life. Will Tommy ever fond his family or will he be making a new family?
Works-Candy Man | This Isn't Home | I'm Never Leaving
Snake Surprise Au:
Tags- #snake surprise
Tw-Nomfs, Angst, Hurt Comfort
Tommy is a lonely naga. When he meets two humans in the woods his first instinct is to kidnap them and make them be his friends! Techno and Wilbur do not take kindly to this what so ever. Phil, an overprotective father finds his sons gone and goes full protective mode, going to find his sons no matter what. Secrets are more than just scales deep however and hiding them can be catastrophic.
Works- Snake Surprise | Stay Away | Snakeskin | Scaly Friend(?) | Foolish Fangs (Abandoned Families)
Borrowing from the Internet au:
Tags- #borrowing from the internet au , #bfti au
Tws-Nomfs mention, Nomfs, Angst, Dehumanization, Very Dark Themes, Hurt/Comfort
Wilbur is a streamer. He plays games, talks with his friends and does everything a normal influencer does…well aside do fan interactions. Being a borrower is a challenge. Especially when the rights you hold are barely valued. One bad thing leads to another and suddenly Wilbur’s life has gone from bad to worse in just a single ask on his stream.
Works- Part 1 |
Arcadia Au:
Tags- #arcadia au
Tws-Angst, War mentions, Gore, Dehumanization
When playing the game Wilbur recently bought from a garage sale, he is sucked, Jumanji style, into the game Arcadia. There, he meets many friends and foes. He makes allies and enemies but not everyone is who they say they are. Will Wilbur and the gang he comes to trust make it out of the game or will they be there forever?
Works- Act 1 |
High Stakes Au:
Tags- #high stakes au
Tws-Angst, dehumanization
Wilbur goes to a casino ran by Quackity. He decides to gamble with Quackity ends up winning two borrowers. The two are terrified and Wilbur wants to do nothing more than help them but Quackity isn’t to keen on letting them go.
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I’m Alive/God Au:
Tags- #i’m alive au
Tws-Nomfs, Angst, Death, Hurt Comfort
Wilbur is a god of chaos, music and entertainment. He takes sacrifices and tributes often and forces them all to compete in horrible games for his sick amusement. If they fail to succeed, break any of his rules or do not preform well enough he eats them. Phil has been elected to preside over a town that is often the target of Wilbur’s shenanigans. Phil has had enough and convinced Wilbur’s mother, The goddess of death and Exdee, God of life and Creation, to teach him a lesson
While they are at it they turn him mortal and human till they figure out what to do. That is till Phil has Wilbur executed for harassing his people while being a mortal himself. Wilbur wakes up to find he is in a very different world that has very different rules and gods he needs to follow if he wants to keep his head and live another day.
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Mothbur Au:
Tags- #mothbur au
Tws-Fluff, Stupidity, Fluff again
Wilbur is a small little moth hybrid! It’s a very cold winter night and he really needs a shelter to stay at. This one big house seems good so he goes up to the ring camera and looks at it, entranced by the lights completely unaware of the chaos within the house about the possible home invader.
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Grounded Au:
Tags- #grounded au
Tws-Bugs, Angst, Self Deprecation, Nomfs though rarely, Hurting and Comforting
Wilbur, who is vying for the attention of his father and mother who often disappears for months on end, invents a shrink ray in the hopes that they will both be proud of him and give him some of the attention Tommy and Techno, his brothers, are given. They end up arguing next to the machine outside and accidentally trigger it, causing them to all end up as small as insects.
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Abandon Ship/Siren/Pirate Au:
Tags- #abandon ship au , #abs au
Tws- Angst, Hurt comfort, War mentions, Piracy, Murder
Phil is a siren. He can also sizeshift and preform magic in order to make himself appear human which allows him to get his food easily without issue. His food is human children. After murdering an entire pirate crew he decides present his ship as somewhere where all kids are welcome. He sings to lure children but only winds up with Tommy, an orphan.
Next port he goes to he meets Techno and Wilbur. The two look to be twins but the one clutching the guitar appears to not listen to Phil’s melodic commands but rather, is following Techno. These kids will suffice…
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Clingy Vampires Au:
Tags- #Clingy Vampires Au , #cv au
Tws-Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Nomfs
Tommy and Tubbo are both Vampires. Borrower blood is extremely potent so when the two end up finding some borrowers they immediately want to get ahold of them…totally not for adoption purposes…for nomfs of course……….
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Lullaby of Hell's Shadow Au
Tags- #Lullaby of Hell's Shadow au , #LoHS au
Tw-Murder, Gore, Angst, Neglect, Hurt Comfort, Found Family
Kristen had her throne taken from her by some upstart named Philza Craft. She wants revenge on the throne that is rightfully hers. So she trains her first born son to take the throne.
The shadows are irrevocably entwined to those born of the nether.
These are connected
Works- Part I |
Prank au
Tags- #prank au , #the prank
Tw-Angst, Dehumanization, Noms, Hurt/Comfort, Violence
Wilbur and Tommy may not be brothers by blood they are brothers by choice and thats all that matters. This year, the two have glorious plans for their greatest prank yet. But what happens when it goes to far?
Works- The Great Divide Between You and Me[I] | The Great Divide Between You and Me[II]
Night We Met
Tag- #night we met au , #nwm au
Tw-Angst, Fear of death, fear of losing loved ones, nomfs, violence
The night is young and you’ll always meet a strange character or two in the town of Esemtria. Though let it be known that the Emerald protectors no longer protect the town. Best make your stay short and brief and you best stay out of those woods. After all, who knows who or what you’ll meet in those woods.
Works- Part I |
Will be adding the other fandom aus at antoher time
Au Info Posts/things about the Au can be found under the correlating tag for said Au. Other writing without an au is listed in the writing tag
#Snake Surprise#arcadia au#High Stakes Au#Clingy Vampires Au#grounded au#monster candy au#borrowing from the internet au#bfti au#abandon ship au#mothbur au#i’m alive au#shifted dice and sorry smiles au#pretty shitty borrower au#the prank#prank au#nwm au#night we met au#lohs au#lullaby of hell's shadow
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Alien imposter darling here to eat crewmates and maybe have eggs
Okay, so- I actually didn't understand what you meant at first, and I'm really sorry about that, but-
How about I pull a double headcanon on this one? Because I couldn't tell if you wanted a yandere imposter x human darling or a yandere human x imposter darling, how about we have both just because?!
Tw/Tags: oviposition?? In my blog? Seems more likely than you (and I) think! // NSFW boo // also I'm not really assuming any genders here?? Don't know why, I just thought it would be nice as you didn't specify, so anyone can choose how this situation will go down // alien x human dynamic // not accurate to the game but hey, that's exactly why we're here // actually after rereading your ask I realized what you said, but I'll keep with the double hc just because?? // Your colors are up to you // both parts are very similar with some changes implemented.
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Double date (lol)! [Yandere!Among Us x Reader - Headcanons]:
→ Yandere Imposter x Human Reader:
Okay, so- how about we began with a little short introduction? An alien invasive creature entered the spaceship wanting to feast and procreate inside the ship.
This creature managed to blend in with ease and started their plan successfully.
That creature being your fellow "crewmate".
God, you felt terrible doing this. You felt terrible being part of this. Things were never supposed to go this way.
You thought that if you helped them, if you didn't expose them to all the other crewmates they would have stopped killing everyone. That they would have mercy for your companions and for you.
You shouldn't have protected them. You shouldn't have let your feelings overthrow your logical thinking, but I guess that's what happens when you fall in love with an alien.
You just hope you made the right decision by being forever stuck in this spaceship with your new spouse. You may never come back home, but that's okay as long as you don't bring this creature to your planet.
As long as you two have each other, you'll be fine, right?
Oh dearest, I hope you like having an obsessive alien lover, because I don't think you'll be able to walk for a long time. They'll take care of you regardless of if you're the one holding the eggs, or if it's them.
They'll absolutely love to go all out on you, seeing you squirm while holding you tight and putting their eggs inside you.
Or maybe they would ask you to cum inside them. Your dna mixing into what will soon be beautiful children that they'll gladly take care off.
Whichever situation may be, you'll see the expression of an absolutely lustful creature that doesn't want anything more than to be one with you, to build a family with you if not an whole empire of hybrids.
A creature so indulged into their own fantasies and obsession that just the smallest of noises you make, the vibration passing from your body to theirs, the faster movements creating more and more friction between your sex and theirs, is enough to send them to the sun and back. May Jesus take the wheel, you two are going to be here for a long time.
This once silent and lonely spaceship is going to be filled with life once again.
→ Yandere Human x Imposter Reader:
Okay, so- how about we began with a little short introduction? An alien invasive creature entered the spaceship wanting to feast and procreate inside the ship.
This creature managed to blend in with ease and started their plan successfully.
That creature being you yourself.
Who would've thought that you were such a sneaky killer? Be proud [Y/N], be very proud, as there was only one human left-
"- Marry me."
Or… well, partially human. Your plan hasn't gone as well as you thought it would, I mean, you thought that you have chosen a perfect mate to take care of your young, but sometimes you can't tell if you're the true danger around here or not.
You well, started to feel very fond of this particular human, especially when they haven't screamed or tried to throw you off the ship after you showed yourself to them. They have proven to be quite useful when it comes to helping you get off of the other crew member's main suspect.
Because of them, no one suspected a thing.
But you didn't expect a human to be so… Into the idea of having offsprings with non terrestrial beings, especially when the creature in the spotlight has killed most of your friends! You felt terrible betraying the trust of most of the crewmates inside, yet your partner couldn't bother less about them.
"- I never cared about any of them, they weren't really my friends, you know?"
Dearest, you made the right choice, trust me. Regardless of whether each of you will be carrying the eggs, they'll always make sure to provide and take care of you and your offspring.
Pin them down if you're the type to. Fill them until they forget how to stand up without help. They'll gladly take your eggs.
Or maybe you prefer if it was reversed. After all, chances are that you carrying the eggs is a lot safer than them carrying it, as, well, you know, you're an alien and they're a mere little human.
Whichever situation may be, you'll see the expression of an absolutely lustful creature that doesn't want anything more than to be one with you, to build a family with you if not an whole empire of hybrids.
A creature so indulged into their own fantasies and obsession that just the smallest of noises you make, the vibration passing from your body to theirs, the faster movements creating more and more friction between your sex and theirs, is enough to send them to the sun and back. May Jesus take the wheel, you two are going to be here for a long time.
This once silent and lonely spaceship is going to be filled with life once again.
A wild extra part has appeared!? [Extra]:
→ Yandere Imposter x Imposter Reader:
This is a just for shit and giggles, but basically:
Imagine having a "healthy" relationship with your fellow alien partner and you two are like: yo, let's make out in the spaceship!
And is like-
Morticia Addams and Gomez Addams levels of partners in crime?? Like, yes, we killed everyone, so let's make out!
Your partner has been pretty suspicious about how everyone keeps observing you and "interrogating you".
"- Oh come on! Did you fall for that?? It was so obvious they were drooling over you." They remembered, god, so unbearable how they all tried to throw you out on space!
"- And what did I do, dearest?" You ask seductively, because why not? Tease them endlessly, you can do it.
"- …. You stabbed them… Repetitively."
"- Because?~"
"- Sigh… You love me?"
"- Exactly."
A bunch of little imposter crewmates were born from love that day. Can you imagine a spaceship absolutely wrecked with many, many eggs all around??
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I actually wasn't expecting oviposition to be a topic around my blog. Not really complaining, just surprised 👁️👄👁️
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#yandere#sheep stuff#sheep's stuff#yandere x reader#special delivery headcanons#special delivery request#yandere headcanon#yandere among us headcanon#yandere among us x reader#yandere among us#yandere alien
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i’ll be seeing you (f.w.)
prompt: after fred’s death, you can’t help but see his face in everything you do
pairing: fred weasley x fem! reader
warnings: this fic has to do with fred’s death and coping with a parted love one. please do not read this fic if you believe that the content is sensitive and could trigger anything for you. this fic deals with death, loss of a loved one, depression, anxiety, food, mentions of war, and fear of death. please take care of yourself and read the fic with caution. i love you.
song can be found here; recommended to listen before or during your reading :)
word count: 3.1k
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The night was still. Untouched. You didn’t dare to breathe as to not disturb the air surrounding you, remaining as still as possible. Laying on the bed, facing the ceiling, you didn’t dare move from this position. If you closed your eyes and concentrated hard enough, you could still feel the imprint of his body in the mattress. The scent of him still lingered on the sheets and pillowcases as you clutched onto them tighter, closer to your chest as you squeezed your eyes tighter shut. Maybe if you squeezed them hard enough, you would wake up from this sick, sick nightmare.
But no matter how hard you squeezed your eyes, each time you opened them you were in the same place. Same bed. Same time line. And you were still alone. Without Fred.
There was a gentle knock on the door, but you didn’t bother moving from your position on the bed. Instead, you called out a weak Come in and the door gently creaked open to reveal a just as exhausted George. He didn’t bother saying anything because there was nothing left to say. Instead, he walked over to the bed and laid down in the empty space next to you. And for a moment, George’s body looked like Fred’s. But it wasn’t Fred. Fred was gone.
With a small sob escaping your lips, you retreated into George’s side as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. You let the cries ripple throughout your body, shaking to you to your core. George bit down hard onto his bottom lip, trying to not break out into his own sobs like he has been doing time and time again. The flat felt so empty without Fred. He didn’t need to tell you that because you knew that George felt the loss of Fred’s presence just as much if not more than you. George gently rubbed your back as you took fistfuls of his shirt in your hands, sobbing into the fabric as it absorbed the salty tears.
You throat burned and eyes stung from all of the crying over the past week. The crying never subsided. If anything, it only grew as more time passed. It was just so unfathomable that he was gone for good. He wasn’t there to give you a kiss good morning, scoop you up from behind, peppering you with cheeky compliments. No more sneaky glances from across the shoppe when he saw you come in on lunch break. No more long conversations at three in the morning when you both couldn’t sleep, so you laid there and pontificated about everything and anything. No more plans for the future and how many kids Fred wanted versus how many you wanted. No more Fred. And that was the scariest part of it all. You not only lost your love, you lost your best friend.
George silently cried as he rubbed your arm before placing a kiss into your hair. “It’s so hard,” he spoke through his tears which only made you cry harder into his chest, holding him tight. “I don’t know what to do.”
The two of you remain in Fred’s bedroom, laying on his bed until the crying ceases momentarily. When it’s quiet again and the sobs have subsided, you peel yourself from George’s comforting embrace to sit up and look around the room. Fred’s things were still scattered throughout the room, no one dared to touch them. Thinking if they did, it would somehow disturb the timeline. Like if you moved something, it meant that he was really gone. The chair in the corner had a small suitcase, opened up to reveal a few items of clothing that he had packed away. His promise. Fred had told you after the war that you two would get away from London for a while. Leave England temporarily. Go somewhere where you two could elope and finally breathe. The suitcase just reminded you of your plans and the thought made the all too familiar lump in your throat rise.
You sharply turned away from the suitcase to look at all of the other things. The pictures that were framed of you two, on holiday, from school, from trips to the Burrow. Happy times. Happy memories. When the two of you didn’t worry about losing the other. When you were just happy with the way life was. If you closed your eyes, you could hear his melodious laugh in the kitchen of the Burrow as he sat on the counter, swinging his lanky legs back and forth. That smile. The dimply grin that could make traffic stop. Your darling Fred.
“I see him everywhere, George,” you croak, your throat sore for crying. You licked your chapped lips with your tongue before turning to look at George. “In everything that’s light and gay,” you say with a small smile, “I see him, smiling and laughing. That’s how I remember him. Always happy.”
George sits up slowly and smiles, his eyes bloodshot from crying. “He was always happy. Rarity that you ever saw him cross,” George speaks as you chuckle with a nod. “Freddie would want you to remember him that way,” he tells you genuinely as you look at George with a knowing smile. He was right. Fred wouldn’t want you to remember that sad times. He wouldn’t want you to dwell on the last nights you spent together, crying in fear over the war. Fred would want you to think of the fond times, the special memories you created over your years together. Those were the memories that Fred wanted you to remember him by.
Weakly, you rise from Fred’s mattress, your body aching and sore. Your lower back and neck on fire from spending most days curled up crying. George slowly did the same before breathing in deeply as you mimicked his actions, the two of you preparing to get ready to head back to the Burrow. The two of you agreed that you couldn’t bare to live in the flat just yet. You needed to be around family, around life, around loved ones. And right now, the Weasley family needed each other more than ever.
“I just need some fresh air,” you tell George as you enter the living room. “Before we go.” George gives you an understanding nod before you exit the flat, descending the stairs and pushing the door outside. The warm June air engulfed you as you stepped outside onto the streets of London, the familiar feeling of being outside in the sun made you feel a little better.
The streets were quiet, not nearly as occupied as they once were. A few travelers here and there, some groups of young teenagers walking in groups, keeping themselves busy with light chatter. Whatever it was, it was better than being cooped up in that bedroom, relishing in your own sadness.
You walked down the cobblestone streets, pulling your zip up closer around your body, watching your feet walk in your dirty trainers. You watched your surroundings, eyes landing on a small café that sat humbling on the road. A few occupants inside kept to themselves, sipping on coffees and teas, reading papers or books or just watching the London streets before them. As you looked inside, you almost did a double take. Sitting at a small round table was a tall redheaded man. But of course, not your Fred. It was an older man, with round glasses and a narrow nose and plump lips. Not Freddie. You shook your head, preventing yourself from staring.
Practically everywhere you looked, you saw him. In the café, the parks, the children in the street, in the reflections of store fronts. Fred was everywhere and it only reminded you about how much you missed him. How your heart ached for one more moment with him. You wished so desperately you could holds his face in your hands and smile at him with a kiss on the tip of his nose. You wanted to tell him one last time how much you loved him and how you swore you would never find someone else. He was your forever and it would stay that way until you look your last breath.
Your feet took your further down the road as you inhaled the lovely summer day into your lungs. Fred loved days like this. Warm, but not too warm, with a light breeze. On days like this, he insisted on going for long walks where you two would just hold hands and talk about the future. As you walk along the path, you smile to yourself as you think about one walk you had with Fred. The two of you started playfully arguing about what you would name your first child and how many you would have. Fred insisted on having five kids at least. He wanted to raise a family like his parents did. But the thought of more than two kids made your mind reel. “It’ll be so much fun! The house will always be full! We’ll never be alone!” he would insist, poking at your sides. Your retort always being, “That’s the problem! We’ll never be alone!” which would always make Fred throw his head back with a laugh.
The memory brings tears to your eyes yet again, but you swallow them back before realizing how far you had walked. With a sigh, you turn around and start walking back to the flat, knowing that George would be patiently waiting for your return.
And as you suspected, George was sat in the living room, look at something quietly on the couch. He didn’t hear you come in and you were sure to be quiet as to not to disturb his thoughts. As he sat, you realized in his hands was a picture. In the frame was a picture of him and Fred, right outside of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes both smiling as wide as they could as they hugged each other. You smiled to yourself, recognizing the moment. It was the day they had bought the joke shoppe and received the keys. It was the happiest you had ever seen them both. It was their dream to start this business together and on that day, their dreams had come to fruition after hard work and relentless trying. Your stomach sank as you thought about George. He not only lost his business partner, best friend, and brother, but he lost his twin. His other half. The person who helped find himself. George lost a piece of him.
“I see him everywhere, too,” George speaks up before looking at you, tears brimming in his eyes. “I try not to go into the joke shoppe too often otherwise I hear his voice. I see him behind the counter or at his office desk. He’s always there. In every thing I do. I see him,” he says as you slowly walk towards him. “I see him in all the old familiar places. I can’t not see him.”
You kneel down next to George and take his face in both of your hands. George looks exhausted. Dark circles cloud his brown eyes and his face is plagued with sleeplessness. “Maybe it’s a good thing we always see him,” you try and support him. “Maybe he’ll letting us know that he’ll always be with us everywhere we go.”
George smiles softly before managing to speak, “He’s quite the distraction.” You two let out a weak laugh before he takes a deep breath in. “Let’s get going now, shall we?” You nod and both rise to your feet. George links your arms before two of you apparate to the Burrow.
Within moments you are in the living room of the Burrow. The Burrow, rather than teeming with life, was quiet. There was only the small chirping of birds, the sound of running water from the sink, and quiet footsteps here and there. George and you walk into the kitchen to find Molly sitting at the dining room table, cup of tea in front of her that was cold. It was obvious she had been sitting there for some time, unable to move. Her face was tired like George’s, but perked up when she saw her son and you enter the room. “My darlings,” she croaked as your heart ached. “I’m so glad you’re home,” she scurried over to George who hugged his mother tightly, not letting her go. The two of them stood in their embrace for a few moments, Molly rubbing her son’s back comforting him when she probably needed more comforting than anyone. She had been so busy making sure everyone else was okay that she didn’t check up on herself. She peeled herself from George, placing a kiss on his forehead. “Hello, dear,” she cooed at you as your heart ached at seeing your love’s mother again. It had been a few days since you had seen Molly, but you missed her company more than ever. “Oh, darling, come here,” she spoke, noticing how the tears welled up in your eyes again before you did. Molly pulled you into her arms as you held onto her tight. She placed one, two, three kisses to your temple as you sniffled into her knit sweater. “You’re home now. It’s okay.”
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The day trudged on like it was walking through mud. It took forever for the sun to set, but eventually the familiar warm colors of the sunset filled the Burrow. You sat on the couch, Ginny laid on your lap as you looked down at her, she looking up at you. Ginny gave you a sad smile, reaching up and touching the tip of your nose. “Honk, honk,” she teased which made you giggle. Fred had always done that to you for years. It was one of his little “things” he did with you. No matter where you were, what you were doing, Fred would poke your nose and say honk honk. One time in Potions class when you were fifth years in the middle of an exam, he reached over the desk and poked your nose with a cheerful honk honk which just made Professor Snape confiscate his exam and send him to the back of the room as you stifled laughter.
You shook your head and look up at the clock. Seven o’clock. The hands on the clock that represented each Weasley all pointed to home. Except for Fred’s. Fred’s hand had fallen off of the clock after his passing. Arthur had found it on the floor a few days ago and had put it on a chain. George now wore Fred’s clock hand on his neck, that way Fred was always home with George.
Looking back at Ginny, you speak, “Reckon we stay up tonight? Get some snacks, hang out a bit?” Ginny nods with a small smile as you sigh. You had spent too many nights crying and wallowing in your own sadness. You needed a change of pace and maybe tonight was the night for some change.
The time slowly passed and soon enough, the moon had replaced the sun in the sky, the moonlight trickling through the window in George’s room as you, Ginny, George, and Ron sat on the floor, smiling and chuckling as you snacked on the pile of food in the middle of the rug. You took a bite of the licorice twirl, twirling it around as George told a story of one time where he and Fred set off Dungbombs in the Slytherin locker room, making them all late for their quidditch match. Ron held his stomach in laughter as Ginny smiled at the memory. She always pretended to find her older twin brother’s pranks childish, but deep down she loved how they both had the ability to bring such joy and life to the room. That was what she missed most about Fred, the life in his eyes. How his youth was never dying. Fred could age and age all he wanted, but he would still have that childhood glee that glistened in his eyes proudly. She missed that most about Fred.
“I don’t know how you lot got away with that one,” Ron wiped his eyes from tears of laughter. It’s been a while since this group was crying from laughter. George sighed before popping a Jelly Slug into his mouth. The room dies down from laughter and settles into what was a familiar understanding that the dynamic was so different without him.
You rise to your feet and walk to the window, looking up at the moon and how brightly it shone in the dark sky. You smiled gently at the bright moon and thought of your Fred. Even in the darkest times, Fred was always there, bringing in the light. Fred was your moon. And you were his sun. Both chasing after the other in the sky.
“(Y/N)?” George’s voice calls. “You just got up all of a sudden.”
Without turning around or peeling your eyes from the moon, you speak, “You know where I see him the most, Georgie?” George just stays silent as Ron and Ginny look at each other, confused as to what you were talking about. “The sky. I find him in the morning sun and when the night is new, I see him in the moon. I know, I’m looking at the moon, but I’ll be seeing Fred. He’s always there in the sky, watching me. Watching us,” you tell him and Ron and Ginny, turning around to see them. They all look at you with soft smiles. “Everything reminds me of him. But especially the moon.”
You turn back around to look up at the moon as it’s silver beams shine down on the Burrow through the window and onto your face. George appears next to you at the window sill, leaning out of the window, looking up at the moon. Soon enough, a soft smile is on his face as he sighs. “I like that. He’s the moon. He’s always watching over us,” George tells you as you smile.
Ron and Ginny file in next to you, all four of you looking up at the sky, moon beams illuminating your faces. As you look up at the moon, you can see Fred’s face. You see his brown eyes, filled with love and adoration. You see his dimply grin and you can hear his chuckle. You can feel his arms hug your waist as you close your eyes and inhale deeply. Fred was with you. Even though he wasn’t physically with you, you knew that he would find ways to be with you. And Fred, clever as he was, found the moon.
As long as the moon was in the sky, Fred would be with you. Always.
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Let No Man Steal Your Thyme - (older Dramione) Part Five
I hope you enjoy this one! It features a surprise snooty owl (I wonder who could own such a creature???) and some well-meaning concern from a friend. And some banter. And an expensive lunch. Because Theo is extra and can’t help himself. And it’s 4.6k words long...
I also realised that, since I wrote the first chapter basically out of the blue and not really intending for it to blow up into a big multi-part story, I’ve messed up the timeline a little with Harry’s kids, so I’ll have to go back and fix that when it comes to a re-edit before it goes up on AO3, but for now, just handwave it, ok? :)
Finally, many thanks for your lovely owls, anonymous or otherwise, about this story and where it’s going! I was honestly floored by the feedback I’ve got, and thank you to those who’ve reblogged it and helped get it out there for folks to read. I have a very small following since this side-blog is fairly new, so all reblogs are very much appreciated. I did a quick doodle for the cover of the story which you can find here, if you’re interested in how I pictured Draco and Scorpius standing in the steam from the Hogwarts Express from chapter one.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
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Far earlier on Monday morning than she was accustomed to these days, Hermione woke with a start and frowned, confused. Eyes dry and prickly, and hair absolutely everywhere, she sat up and looked around, straining her ears as she blearily tried to work out what had yanked her so unceremoniously from a deep and mercifully dreamless sleep. Her Muggle alarm clock silently showed 05:54 in harsh red numbers, and nothing had touched the wards or tried to get in, though there was something thrumming against them, like the lingering reverberations of a plucked harp string.
The temporary stillness was shattered when a wild scrabbling of claws and the beating of enormous wings started up against her bedroom window. With a flailing shriek of surprise, she nearly fell out of bed, but after taking a deep breath, she stumbled out from under the covers to wrench the curtains open.
“Bloody owls!” she began, but drew up short when she saw the unfamiliar bird waiting impatiently on the other side of the glass.
There, battering its truly monstrous talons against the glass, was a colossal eagle owl. When it saw her, it stopped its fussing to perch haughtily on the brick windowsill outside and fix her with a fiery red glare. If owls could have raised their eyebrows, she got the impression that this one would have done it at the sight of her.
“Yeah, well, it’s early. What did you expect?” she groused as she slid the window panel to one side and the bird looked around her bedroom with obvious disdain. Imperiously, it stuck out one leg, like a noble expecting a servant to remove a dirty boot, and she saw a rolled-up piece of parchment with a green wax seal and a green ribbon to bind it together.
“Who do you belong to then?” she asked, going automatically to stroke the bird’s flight-ruffled chest plumage. It instantly hissed and nipped at her fingers, and she barely drew them back in time. “Christ! No need for that,” she gasped. She’d never met a postal owl as cantankerous as this one. “I usually give visiting owls a treat, but I don't think I like your manners one bit.”
With the letter in hand, she slid the window closed again, leaving a gap just small enough that the bird wasn’t going to barge its way in. She wondered if it had been instructed to wait for an answer because it began almost immediately clicking its beak against the glass and hooting indignantly.
“Manners makyth bird,” she snapped without looking up, and broke the unfamiliar wax seal on the letter.
It had a cursive ‘M’ within a circle, but was otherwise unadorned. Unfurling it, she glanced at the name on the bottom and her eyebrows rose as her growing suspicions were confirmed. It was signed in a princely English roundhand by none other than Draco Malfoy.
She snorted, glancing back at the bird who was doing its best basilisk impression from the other side of the glass. “Who else would have such a snotty owl?”
It hooted childishly at her again and she laughed.
Dear Hermione,
I must beg of you to forgive the unspeakably rude hour of this correspondence, but I am leaving this morning for France by portkey for a couple of days and I had hoped to get your answer before I left. I should add now before you read any further — although with your kind heart I fear it may be too late already — that Cassiopeia here is not fond of physical affection, but is very partial to owl treats. She can be bribed into doing almost anything for food, but affection is sadly not in her nature, so please be careful with your fingers around her beak. The only reason I was able to get her to fly at all at this time of the day was to bribe her lavishly. She’s terribly spoilt, and for that, I’m sorry too.
Hermione shot another look at the bird, who narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Cassiopeia, eh?” she said and the enormous owl bobbed a few times. “Prideful about your good looks then, are you? You should know how your namesake’s story ended then. But, I suppose you could be forgiven since you are an inordinately pretty bird. You’ll still not get a crumb from me after trying to take my fingers off though. I’ll be having words with Malfoy about that.”
Cassiopeia ruffled her feathers and promptly turned her back on Hermione. The bird didn’t take off, so she returned her attention to the letter.
I spent all weekend thinking about our evening together on Friday, but it will come as little surprise to you to learn that it has taken me all that time to muster up my limited courage to ask you to dinner at your next convenience. Naturally, I left it to the last possible moment to ask you. I have a place in mind in London, but it’s a little more out of the way than the restaurants on Diagon Alley. I have it on authority from the owner that you have never been there, and I would very much like to surprise you, but if you would feel more comfortable knowing in advance, then you can ask Theo while I am out of the country.
Staggered, Hermione stared at the letter and found her vision swimming a little. Blinking, she was shocked to find tears blurring his formal — almost painfully formal — words.
But how long had it been since anyone had actually asked her on a date? ‘Too intimidating’, ‘too boring’, ‘too work-orientated’, ‘too bossy’, ‘too driven’ were all things she’d heard at one point or another, and admittedly many of them from Ron.
Thirty seven wasn’t even old - especially by magical standards - but she didn’t exactly have the same bright-eyed charms as someone like, say, Lavender did anymore. Hard work, and a draining marriage seemed to have sapped much of the youth and vigour from her. And, if she were honest, being replaced by someone supposedly ‘more attractive’ had damaged her more deeply than she cared to admit, even to herself. There were certainly days when she felt like a washed-up, burnt-out, dowdy old matron. She had crashed out of a sparkling career in the Ministry to run a scruffy old second-hand bookshop next to the newly-refurbished Florian Fortescue’s ice cream parlour.
“Why are you even bothering, Malfoy?” she murmured aloud as she stared blankly at the letter in her hands. With looks like his — and a groaning Gringotts’ account if the rumours were to be believed, not that that mattered a jot to Hermione — he could probably have had almost any witch he wanted, his past and reclusive behaviour be damned. And yet he was asking her to dinner after having only met twice since they turned eighteen? Three times, she supposed if she included that brief encounter at the Ministry on the night of the attack.
Perhaps he was lonely just wanted the company. Perhaps she was just… convenient; a chump with a soft spot for outcasts…
Before she let herself go too far down that unsavoury rabbit hole, she forced herself to read on, heart pounding. Outside on the windowsill, the owl had gone very still, watching her with curious, orange eyes.
Please feel free to send Cassiopeia back with your response either way. I hope I have not overstepped or misread how things are between us now, especially given our history, but I find my thoughts returning over and over to our evening, and to that surprise lunch on the 1st of September. I’m not sure what I had expected when you asked me to join you that day, but I certainly hadn’t expected to enjoy myself as much as I did. In the years since I became Scorpius’ sole guardian, I have not sought the company of others, nor have I particularly enjoyed it when it has been inflicted upon me, but those two occasions spent with you have drawn me out of myself. You truly are a remarkable witch, and I’m more moved and honoured than I can express that you have given me even this much of your precious time already.
Before I begin to ramble too freely, I think I must sign off here.
Yours,
D.M.
P.S. Scorpius did write to me in the end. He has a detention already, and Potter’s youngest is also involved somehow… I will get more details from him anon, and no doubt a letter from McGonagall in due course.
For a long time, Hermione stood in her bedroom, with her hair in a wild halo around her head and her scruffy old pyjamas hanging low on her hips, just staring at his signature.
When Draco’s owl began to fidget and fuss again, she sighed and looked up. “Sit tight,” she breathed. “I’m going to get a piece of paper and if you keep quiet, I might bring an owl treat with me when I come back, ok?”
Cassiopeia narrowed her eyes and ducked her head suspiciously, but remained put on the windowsill, so she took that as a ‘yes’ and disappeared into her tiny study.
Grabbing a biro from the chipped mug that served as a pen and quill pot, and tearing a sheaf of paper from a muggle notebook, she scrawled a note back to him.
With that done, and before she could talk herself out of what she had just accepted, she returned to his owl with a treat. The bird mobbed her for it instantly, but Hermione scowled at her, snatched her hand back, and barked, “Wait! My goodness, you are spoilt. Let me attach this first, and if I manage it without you drawing blood or otherwise maiming me, not only will it be a flipping miracle, but you’ll get your sodding treat, alright?”
The bird went still with a tiny shuffle of her wings, and stuck out her leg.
“Thank you,” Hermione said tartly.
Cassiopeia took off with her note attached by the same green ribbon and secured with a basic sticking charm. The downdraft from her departure sent bits of accumulated detritus from the window ledge spiralling up into Hermione’s face, but she coughed and blinked, and watched the bird soar way up into the sky. The receding dot of her silhouette banked west, out of sight and in the eventual direction of Wiltshire and Malfoy Manor.
Malfoy Manor.
She’d hardly given the place any thought since that fateful night ten or so years ago when Malfoy had been attacked, a whole wing had been burned to the ground, and Scorpius had nearly been killed. They’d never said in the papers who had done it, and the Auror Office had been distinctly tight-lipped about it. Not that she’d really bothered to find out more, if she were honest. Once Malfoy’s little yowling mandrake had left her office in his father’s arms, she had been almost instantly reabsorbed with her own caseload, and Harry had never mentioned the outcome of the investigation to her. A twinge of gilt shot through her but she pushed it down. It was hardly a topic for dinnertime conversation either, so she doubted she’d find out immediately.
She thought vaguely about clambering back into bed, but since she was up, she headed to the kitchen and put the kettle on for a cup of tea. It had been a while since she’d been up before dawn, and she had some paperwork to do anyway.
Cassiopeia’s appearance was not the only unusual thing to happen to her that day. She had no visitors to the shop at all for the entire morning, but when the brass bell above the door did finally chime, she looked up from the desk at the back of the shop to find Theo striding in.
“Hi, love,” he grinned, stepping deer-like over the stack of recent arrivals beside the counter and stooping to hug her where she sat. “Lunch. You and me. Now.”
“Theo, I have a shop to run,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I can’t just… leave. Besides, I brought sandwiches.”
“I will literally pay you the price of an entire chest of first editions to spend the next few hours in my company if things are that tight. Or I could just… buy you an entire chest of first editions,” he said, adding with his most dangerous puppy-dog eyes, “Seriously, please come to lunch with me?”
She flicked her wrist and the ‘open’ sign hanging in the glass-panelled door flipped over to ‘closed’. “I’m not accepting your money, Theo. What’s the occasion?”
He twitched slightly and then flashed her a grin; a combination that made her instantly wary. “Does a gentleman need ‘an occasion’ to ask a beautiful lady to lunch?” he asked, his brown eyes wide with feigned innocence.
Hermione slowly raised one eyebrow. “You’re gay. And happily married. And that’s a terrible line. Try again.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t take my very best friend out,” he shrugged nonchalantly.
Something was definitely up.
“Draco Malfoy is, and always has been, your very best friend in all the world. Try again.”
“You,” he said, actually growling the word this time with comical frustration, “Are one very persistent witch.”
“Mmhmm. How do you think I made it to Minister by twenty-seven, darling,” she grinned, still without getting up from her chair. “Last chance or I turn that sign around and forcibly evict you from my shop.”
Theo whipped his wand out from his inner jacket pocket like he was in a duel, and apparently vanished the offending sign from the door altogether. “There. Your threats are empty. Come to lunch with me.”
“Theodore Nott, you return my sign this instant.”
“Say you’ll come to lunch with me, and the sign goes back up.”
“I will not be threatened in my own shop!” she laughed, arms folding across her chest like a petulant child. “Put it back. Now.”
“Say you’ll come with me,” he said with a wide, playful grin, planting his hands on the counter and leaning his long frame forwards.
She had to bite her lips to stop from giggling. The charming scoundrel knew she’d say yes anyway. “I’ll tell Dan you were bullying me,” she said.
“Tell him; he’ll never believe you. He thinks I’m lovely. Come on, Hermione,” he added, softening from playful to plaintive. “I need to talk to you.”
“About what?”
“You and my ‘very best friend in all the world’, that’s what,” he said, and levelled her with a flat stare.
Her stomach dropped and she remembered the letter from that morning. And its contents. ‘…if you would feel more comfortable knowing, then you can ask Theo while I am gone’ Draco had said. He’d spoken with Theo about asking her out. She didn't know whether to be honoured or embarrassed.
Seeing her expression slip, Theo came round the side of the counter to stand beside her and leaned his hips against the wooden desk. “So you like him?”
“I… Why would that be a surprise?”
Theo blinked, and then his gaze flickered down to her left forearm. Everyone knew about the word engraved into her skin with the point of a cursed knife — she’d never tried to conceal it — but not many knew the real truth of just how the slur had come to be carved indelibly into her flesh. Theo was one of the few who did. “You’re really asking me why I’m surprised you like him?” he said in a hoarse whisper. “You, of all people?”
She took a very deep breath, held it, and then sighed. “Let’s go. You’re paying though. And I’m drinking.”
He managed a shy smile, and as they approached the front door of her shop his shimmering illusion around the sign dissolved to reveal it once again.
“Cheeky bugger,” she smirked at him and he waggled his eyebrows disarmingly. An undercurrent of anxiety still lurked beneath his jovial expression though.
A number of new restaurants had opened up in Diagon Alley, but Theo’s and Dan’s favourite was a sleek, modern establishment, quite different from the fusty old decor of the Leaky Cauldron or the other more traditional restaurants in wizarding London. It also sat overlooking the crooked columns of Gringotts, and was eye-wateringly expensive. Naturally, Theo was greeted by name at the door, and the pair were shown without fuss or fanfare to one of the nicest — and most secluded — tables.
With food ordered, and enormous balloon-glasses of wine in front of them, Theo fixed her with a serious look and steered the conversation around to the real reason for his impromptu lunchtime kidnapping. “He finally grew a pair and asked you to dinner then?”
“Mmm,” she nodded. “I take it this is… unusual for him?”
Theo tipped his head back and chuckled softly, sounding more tired than amused. “That’s putting it mildly, love. Until Friday, I had the devil’s own job trying to get dear Draco to leave his gloomy little manor house and come to anything. I had to blackmail him into coming to our anniversary, you know?”
Hermione just frowned, not entirely sure if he was being serious or not.
Theo let out a slow breath and stared into his wineglass, idly twirling the stem between long fingers. “Don’t get me wrong,” he said without looking at her, “I’m beyond grateful that he finally seems to be opening up to the idea of… being somewhat… vulnerable again, but…”
“You’re worried I’m going to hurt him,” she said quietly, and Theo bowed his head. “Theo, I’m… You know me. This isn’t just some one night stand with a rich, attractive bloke I met in a bar. I haven’t —” she leaned in close over the table and hissed, “I haven’t even had sex with anyone in years, Theo. Years!” She brushed an errant corkscrew of hair back out of her eyes, embarrassed.
His lips twitched at that, but his eyes remained stormy.
“I’m not going into this lightly. I was honestly as surprised as you are, but I wouldn’t even be considering going on a date with Draco Malfoy if I wasn’t completely convinced that he was no longer the bratty little owl-pellet he was back at Hogwarts.”
At that, Theo barked such a loud laugh that the patrons at the tables nearby turned to look at him like he’d sworn in a church. He covered his mouth with his hand and snickered himself into silent tears for a good thirty seconds before she rolled her eyes and sat back with her glass in her hand, waiting for him to control himself again.
“I’m telling Dan you called him that. And Pansy. They’ll love it.”
“Right,” she said, cheeks suddenly hot. “Well, as much as he might have been an owl pellet, let’s not have it become a ‘thing’, hmm?”
The mirth in his face simmered back down and he looked at her steadily over the rim of his wineglass. “Look, I care about both of you, and I can see this going two ways. One: you realise that the two of you actually have an awful lot in common, he takes you to increasingly fancy places for dates, you have lots of steamy sex, and finally settle down together. Two: the past gets in the way, you both say hurtful stuff you don’t really mean, and you both end up single and twice as miserable as you were before you went for lunch at the Leaky. Don't think I didn’t know about that, either,” he added.
“You’re such a gossip,” she snapped.
“I was being serious, Hermione,” he said, leaning to one side as their food arrived.
She paused until the waiter had left but didn’t make any move to pick up her cutlery. “Are you looking out for him or for me?” she asked.
Theo sighed. “Both of you. But…”
“Mostly Draco, huh?”
“He’s like a brother to me, Hermione. He was there for me when no one else was. You know the things my father did to me as a child, and Draco helped me through all of it. And ‘Cissa too. And I couldn’t believe it when he actually showed up at drinks the other night. Watching him, it… it was like the old Draco had come back to me. The nice ‘old Draco’, I mean.” His eyes glistened and he blinked rapidly, voice cracking as he continued. “After the attack, he shut himself away at the Manor with Scorpius, as if he could keep the whole world out just to keep little Scorp safe. I thought… I thought he’d never leave, Hermione.”
“You never talked about any of this,” she said gently, forcing herself to make a start on her linguine despite the fact that her appetite had vanished almost completely.
Theo shrugged. “I guess… I guess I wanted to give him the privacy he craved, and to be honest, I didn’t think you’d be all that sympathetic to him after your history.”
At that, she scowled, but she could see his point. “Theo, I held his screaming infant in my arms for hours while he was being questioned by the Aurors that night. I saw his face when he came to my office for Scorpius afterwards.” She shook her head. “No one who saw him then could believe he was even a shadow of the person he had been at Hogwarts.”
At her words, Theo had stopped eating, fork held loosely between perpetually-ink-stained fingers even as it rested on his plate. “You did? He never said.”
She tried not to examine that last comment too closely. “Mm. Harry didn't know what else to do with him, so he brought Scorpius to me to see if I could quieten him down. In the end all it took was a handful of my hair and a few poorly-sung folk songs. But you’re missing the point, Theo. You could have trusted me with things that were worrying you. I would have listened to you.”
“I —” he cut off and cleared his throat. “I know. I’m sorry. I just… Aside from Dan, I don’t think I love anyone as much as I love him.”
It was Hermione’s turn to choke up a little, but she swallowed and said, “Then I can think of no greater accolade for his character.” She looked up at him and added, “So where’s he taking me then?”
“You said yes?”
“I did. I like him. And not just because he looks like a flipping marble statue brought to life. He’s thoughtful, and he always was extremely intelligent and articulate. I’ve really enjoyed talking with him this time around. I think… I think…” she pursed her lips and took a too-big gulp of wine. Luckily it all went down the right way, and she forged on. “I think… we could work. Or at least… I want to see where it goes, Theo.”
With a slow nod, Theo finally relaxed his shoulders and let out a shaky breath. “He wants to take you to The Foundry.”
“I’ve never heard of it,” she mumbled. It wasn’t one of the ones in Diagon Alley, for sure.
Theo made a side-to-side movement of his head. “I’m not surprised. It’s…”
“Oh God, is it horrifically expensive?” she asked, eyes wide with a sudden abject terror. “Theo, if he’s going to take me somewhere hideously fancy for our first date, I’m going to back out right now…”
The corners of his lips lifted and he shook his head. “Not in the way you’re thinking. You have to know the owners to get a table though, and there are no menus. They’ll ask if you have any allergies, but other than that, you eat what they serve you.”
“Holy fuck, Theo…”
“Trust me, you’ll love it. The place used to be a bell foundry in the seventeenth century — hence the name — and it’s this gorgeous brick building with arches and vaults, and cosy little corners,” he added, raising his eyebrows. “You’ll forget where you are and be as comfortable as if you were in your own pokey little Muggle living room. I promise.”
She narrowed her eyes and took another gulp of wine. “I’ll take your word for it, Nott,” she said. “What should I wear?”
Without hesitation, he said, “That burgundy number you haven’t worn since Pansy told you to buy it.”
She blanched at that. “Theo, it’s…”
“Gorgeous? Revealing in all the right ways, yet modest enough to suit you? Dead sexy? Exactly the kind of thing that will make Draco lose his goddamn mind when he sees you in it? The kind of thing that will make him spend all evening simultaneously admiring you in it and mentally tearing it off you —”
“Theo, stop!” she hissed, flushing darker. “For God’s sake shut up!”
He cackled into the remainder of his wine, but refused to give any more sartorial advice.
“Burgundy dress and heels it is, I guess,” she said, and the two of them focused on their food again.
“I hope,” Theo said as they left a very leisurely two hours later, “I hope you don’t think I was too…” he jiggled nervously on the balls of his feet as he held the door open for her, “Overbearing…”
“I mean, you did ambush me, blackmail and threaten me into having lunch with you at the fanciest restaurant in Diagon Alley where I couldn’t reasonably kick up a fuss, and then proceed to tell me all sorts of heartrending stories about Draco and yourself…”
When she saw the wounded look in Theo’s brown eyes, she stopped and turned to face him.
“Theo, no. You’re one of my best friends, and you clearly care about us both. Stop panicking,” she added when she saw the slightly wild light in his eyes. “You didn’t try to tell me what to do or who to see. You’re looking out for your friends, and making sure we’re both… serious about this. And I appreciate that.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and added, “But know that if you keep meddling beyond that, I will hex your bollocks off and make you explain it to Dan.”
“Understood,” he said with a watery smile. “I was worried I’d overstepped.”
“I’ll forgive you if you tell me one thing.”
“Name it.”
“Did you have the same talk with Draco about breaking my heart?”
His handsome, freckled face split into a blinding white grin. “I did.”
“Forgiven,” she said. “Now, some of us actually have to work for a living.”
“I work!” he squealed. “I work bloody hard up in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, thank you very much!”
“I know you do,” she conceded. “Not that you actually need a job, you filthy rich prick.”
Theo laughed long and loud, scooping her hand up in his and walking arm in arm down the bustling, cobbled street towards her bookshop. “And to think,” he chimed with a sidelong look down at her, “You used to be Minister for Magic with that mouth.”
“I know,” she said. “It nearly got me into trouble on many an occasion.”
Kneazel and Quill’s little sign swung jauntily in the breeze and Theo gave a slight bow from the waist when they stopped at the door. With anyone else, it might have seemed foppish and insincere, but with Theo, she knew he meant it. He was only silly like this with his closest friends.
“Good day, fair maiden of the dusty bookshop,” he said. “And thank you for giving my idiot best friend a chance.”
Hermione nodded and smiled. She stood and soaked up the autumn sunshine for a while as she watched his retreating back, until he eventually disappeared into the Diagon Alley entrance to the Ministry and she slid back into the musty quiet of her little sanctuary.
Chapter Six
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Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this chapter of friendship! Next time, Hermione and Draco go for that date...!! Things will start to gain momentum too, fear not. It’s not going to be an eternal slow-burn...
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After All These Years (All Might x Reader)
Hi guys, this is part 2 to A Hero’s Sacrifice, if you haven’t read it please do. But, you don’t have to. That’s just at All Might’s point of view. Anyways, yeah. I just want to post these stories because they keep me up at night and it’s like I have to write them down. This one’s a little longer though.
Warnings: None.
Summary: You are still in love with the number one hero after fifteen years of his departure until life decided you two aren’t quite finish yet.
“Can you believe it? The great All Might, number one hero, is- I can’t believe it! What’s left of a great man is nothing but a scrawny and weak man! Can you see this? His true form!” Tears fell from your eyes as the camera zoomed in on the beaten, bloody and broken All Might. The man that broke your heart. But even to this day, there were feelings there that were strong and vivid. How could you stop loving him? His face was literally everywhere, taunting and reminding you of the pain. But you pushed those feelings aside and worried for the blonde haired blue eyes man. You were concerned and already analysing the wounds on his body, they were very serious.
That was the day that All Might could finally be Toshinori Yagi.
The day you thought would perhaps hate and forget about him.
But, boy were you wrong.
For the next few weeks, his face appeared everywhere. His beautiful skinny and lanky form was the headline on every newspaper article, blog, tv show, truck, busses, trains. It was everywhere. That was the part of him that made you love him the most. Made you want him. Don’t get me wrong, the muscles and firm weren’t ugly but when he revealed to you Toshinori Nagi, you knew it was a sign of his trust.
Glaring at the picture on your phone, rage bubbled inside of you as you remembered the words written on that damned piece of paper. ‘I don’t love you anymore.’ At first you cried for days and tried and tried to call the man but he blocked you, literally blocked you out of his life. Shunned and rejected all your efforts of seeking security and comfort. It tormented you of how you weren't enough for the great hero. Nothing about you wasn’t good enough. All your love and dedication wasn’t enough for the man to stay.
In fact that was a constant insecurity of yours during your relationship with the Toshinori Yagi. To which he would prove with smooth and silky whispers of why he loved you, why he wanted and needed you. Then seal it when a long night full of passionate love making.
But you understood, one day you weren’t worth it anymore.
You were plain.
To be honest you were really mundane. You didn’t even have the uniqueness of being quirkless, instead stuck with a quirk of rapid healing abilities through a kiss but it only stretched that far. You worked a normal job, being the owner of a small restaurant that swerved traditional japanese food with the odd American dish. In fact, that’s how you met All Might. He was a regular customer that came to eat once a week. But since your restaurant was on the poorer and less populated side of town, not a lot of young people came, only the old folk who looked for somewhere peaceful and homie, kept your business going. Until one night, All Might decided to ask you if you’d join him and of course you did - after the blushes and stutters - and from then on, every Friday night he ate dinner with you.
Hell, even the way you met was ordinary. Toshinori didn’t save you from an evil super villain or clash into you as you were walking down a busy road.
That was probably why he left because you were boring.
All the thoughts caused you to throw the phone away as you flopped on your bed, pondering back into the past. It wasn’t healthy to dwell so much on the times of fifteen years ago, but you couldn’t help it. You were still fiercely in love with him.
You tried to move on.
Dated a few guys over the years, even got married once but it still wasn’t the same.. There wasn’t the spark. The chemistry. It was as if you just settled for them because they were there. And they didn’t make you laugh or smile or feel the way Toshinori did.
He was so different.
Passionate and determined.
It was ride or die with him.
After several hours of tossing and turning, reminiscing on the past, you decided to go for a walk. Maybe a stroll would help tire you out and give you a better place to think. Instead of the plain yellow walls of your lonely house that reminded you of All Might. So, grabbing the warm coat that hung up on your wall and slipping into your shoes, you left the house and stepped into the bitter cold of the early morning.
The morning you woke up to find the empty house and bed, you thought it was one of All Might’s supposed to be funny pranks. But after calling and waiting patiently all day for the man, you still had hope. Still believed it was a prank. Until months later, you realised he wasn’t coming back. He was gone.
To say it broke you was an understatement.
It shattered your soul. The very fibre of your being at the time was taken over by pain, grief and sorrow like someone had punched a hole into your heart. There were many days and nights of laying on your couch watching television with all the channels that did not have All Might on it. Wasting your days away. Everywhere you went, there was his smile that tortured you. Saying how happier he was without you. How much he was doing fine without you. That he really meant that he didn’t love you.
You started to have nightmares of him. Some were sweet, like a dream but then you’d wake up and become crushed by the brutal honesty of reality. To wake up alone and cold. Empty bed. Empty room. Empty house. Even on the nights when there was someone next you. You even dreamt of memories you had of him, the ones that you were fond of. Like the one where you were able to watch him train with some other heroes. Although no one really understood why you were there or why All Might escorted you, according to your Toshinori it was because you were a huge fan that won a pass of somesort. But the truth of the matter was that you wanted to see him train. Begged and pestered All Might for weeks, until he finally caved. You could still hear his laugh ringing in your ears or the words of encouragement he gave his fellow heros or the way he’d scream-
“Plus Ultra!” Yeah, it sounded exactly like that.
Without warning a sudden slab of concrete started falling down rapidly on top of your frame. You were taken aback for a second because these situations don’t happen to people like you. Opening your mouth to scream, a sudden flash of green came into view and you caught the glimpse of a boy no older than 15 punching the slab to nothing but rubble.
“Everything’s going to be alright now...because I’m here.” And within seconds I was suddenly sitting on a bus stop further away from where the debris was falling and I watched the flash of green, pummel a villain across the sky and far away. I was shocked and taken back.
“W-what just happened?” Inquiring to myself, I noticed the boy that just saved my life plummeted to the ground and was clearly unconscious. “Oh no.” As if on instinct my body moved and quickly let the boy fall on me before he hit the solid ground which would surely have broken a few bones. “Ow.” Grumbling under my breath, I quickly held the boy and checked to see if he had any injuries. But it seemed his arm was bruised but not broken. “I should call the cops and ambulance.” Muttering to myself, I reached for my phone and dialed the police’s number and looked down at the boy as if he’d suddenly die.
“...All Might…” The freckled kid muttered under his breath and I froze. Remembering the flash of green and what he said as he saved me from my death. It reminded me of him. Toshinori Yagi. All Might. The power, the smile, the determination. All of it reminded me of him. And the next thing I knew, I carried the boy on my back and headed back to my place to tend to his injuries.
What are you doing? You should call the police and let the ambulance take care of him. Biting my bottom lip nervously, I eyed the teenager lying on my couch with no injuries , just obvious signs of exhaustion. What is wrong with you? Just because he reminds you of All Might doesn’t mean you should have taken the kid. Hell, this is considered a kidnapping. I let out a sigh but still didn’t make a move to call the police or ambulance, the only way I was going to calm my nerves was to cook.
Yes, perfect idea.
Cook your problems away.
Soon enough the teen woke up from his slumber just in time for a hot meal, where I could thank and explain the situation. This is so stupid. I am a thirty one year old woman and here I was acting from my feelings like a little high school girl. Baka.
“How do you like it? Is it good enough?” Asking the male with a small smile, he scratched the back of his head and nodded politely. Eagerly bouncing his head up and down. “I know this may seem strange, that I suddenly brought you back to my place. Please don’t take it the wrong way. You, you just reminded me of someone and...you can call your parents or police if you want to.” Bowing my head in shame, I felt my cheeks redden out of embarrassment.
“N-no it's fine. In fact you saved me back there, I would be in trouble right now if you didn’t save me. Not just from the police, but from my Mother but also my men-teacher. I’m not really supposed to be beating up villains.” His cheeks turned red as he admitted the truth but I laughed. It’s been awhile since I had company. It was nice really. “But I couldn’t stop myself, there were no heroes around and I was there. And my body is just...it…”
“It moved as if on instinct. Like you didn’t have to think but instantly reacted like you were meant to be there.” I finished the young aspiring heroes question while slurping up the noodles and soup in my bowl. He widened his eyes and nodded proudly and happily.
“Y-yeah! Exactly that. Say, were you a hero?” I laughed at his idea and nearly choked on my food. Me? A hero? Oh no, I did not like violence of any sort. Small or big. It wasn’t just in my nature. That’s why I am the way I am. Normal.
“Oh no, no, no. Someone really close to me would tell me stories of what it was like being a hero.” A proud grin itched my lips as I recalled the nights where I wouldn’t be able to sleep and would ask Toshinori to tell me what it was like. He’d hold me close and gush about the feeling. It almost made me want to be one, just to understand that thrill. That primal drive and instinct.
“Woah! Sugoi. He sounds like a great man.” Something sparkled behind his innocent doe eyes. I watched as he dug into the hot meal in front of him like he hadn’t eaten at all. It was hard to believe that an innocent kid like him had a dangerous and deadly power.
“Yeah, the greatest.” I muttered under my breath and smiled. “What’s your name kiddo?”
“Hmm…” The freckled kid quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and gave me a warm smile. “My hero name is Deku but my real name is Izuku Midoriya.” Izuku Midoriya huh? I’m gonna remember that. The boy who saved my life with a smile. I nodded and continued to eat my meal.
Midoriya and I chatted for a while, he told me about his aspirations and dreams of becoming the number one hero like All Might. He also showed me a notebook full of different heroes and their weaknesses and strengths, along with some of his friends from his school. He was going to be a fine hero. I thought as I listened intently into the things he was saying. So fiery and youthful. It really has been a long time since these walls heard another’s laughter and voice. I was grateful. He helped clean up and even stayed a little while longer just to talk with me. I’m pretty sure he could tell I was a lonely woman by the evidence of no other person living in the house. No photos. No other shoes. No mess. I felt kinda embarrassed but pushed those feelings aside.
“You know- I mean who’s this?” Midoriya suddenly questioned and held a picture frame of a old photo of me and Toshinori, in his original form and we were both smiling and happy. A sudden pain hit my chest at the sight. I’m sure I hid that photo.
“Oh that…” I stared at the picture. It was our first official date where he took me out to a festival night as Toshinori and we decided to leave the mass crowd to go walk by the beach. I took the photo since I had a polaroid camera back then. We were both younger. “That’s just an old picture of a man I loved once.” Still loved.
“Oh...what happened?” Midoriya really seemed interested and intrigued which took me by surprise. When I was his age, I grimaced at the idea of romance finding it completely boring. Mind you, I was a late bloomer. My childish, naive and innocent ways of thinking still seeped in from time to time, even at this age.
“Uh, it just didn’t work out. He wanted to follow another path that didn’t involve me in it.” Answering honestly, a few tears slid down my cheeks as the memory of the still adamant turmoil stung me once again. But I quickly wiped the tears away and politely took the photo off of the young boy to put it away.
“I’m sorry.” Midoriya apologised as if it were his fault. But I laughed and shook my head. He pouted his bottom lip as if he knew something was up, tears burning at the corners of his eyes. This kid was really emotional. He wiped his tears away with the back of his sleeve. “I just...I know someone that went through that.” Midoriya replied and I gave him a sympathetic smile, pulling him into my arms as a way to say, it’s not your fault.
“It’s okay. It’s really okay. It’s not your fault.” He was strange. I thought and pulled away at the sound of someone knocking at the door. “That must be your teacher.” I piped up and watched as his eyes widened in shock. Attitude completely changed. I then turned to answer the door, because it would be rude to leave a guest standing outside in the cold.
“W-wait...there’s something I need to te-” Midoriya attempted to irk at me but it was too late, another familiar deep and silky smooth voice interrupted. My heart dropped at the sound. The sound I’ve been longing for, for years. I stood in shock as I saw the familiar mop of blonde hair although rough and messy, he still looked like the old him. I was lost for words and was in complete shock.
“I deeply apologise for my student’s behaviour. Please forgive him, it was my fault that I didn’t keep a closer eye on the young boy. I apologise for any inconvenience this may have caused. I am very very so-”
“T-toshinori..” I whispered just above my breath so that the male could hear, I watched his whole body tense and freeze on the spot.
Fifteen years I waited for your return.
Fifteen long and miserable years of dark days and happy days.
Fifteen years of trying to move on
Fifteen years of heartache.
All the emotions over the past years suddenly caught up to me in that single moment, rage, happiness, sorrow, anxiety, depression, loneliness, shock and frustration. It all swirled inside of me like a deep ache. My body felt completely exhausted as if the lack of sleep suddenly caught up. I gripped the door knob tightly in my hand as hot tears fell from my orbs one by one, timid and slow.
Toshinori stayed bowing for a long time as if he was afraid to look up at me. Afraid to see me again after all these years. As if I had an affect on him? As if he still loved me? As if….Then our eyes locked. Brown and blue. It was like living a dream, a need that suddenly came back to life. But I didn’t expect for it to look like this. Both messy and worn out.
I let my eyes delicately study his features as if breathing him for the first time and he did the same, licking me up with his eyes like it was the first time we met. Although the years might have not done me any good, it seemed as if Toshinori had gotten even hotter. Others might disagree but I didn’t really care what others thought. I drummed to my own beat. He had more stress lines but seemed a lot more buff even in his state like this. Like he’s been working out. The irises of blue were no longer as dark as they were fifteen years ago, they seemed lighter, more sky-like instead of staring into the pools to the ocean. Hair grown darker, no longer that kind of easy going blonde but now worn out and unhealthy. He seemed exhausted. Tired. Lonely and miserable. Or maybe I was making that up. Either way it felt real. I took a step closer to the male who didn’t dare to tear his watch away. Smile now dropped into a thin line. His clothes were still baggy on him but I didn’t mind. In fact, I missed it. I missed him so much.
Fifteen long years, I waited for you.
And I should hate you.
Hate you so much.
But, I can’t.
I should.
But love is funny like that.
I even set up a whole speech of what I would say to you if we ever met, I would slap you, scream at you, give you a piece of my mind. Make you feel my pain and hurt. Make you suffer like I did. Just so you could understand how lonely I’ve been all these years. However, you didn’t seem that well put together. In fact you looked just as bad as me. You look as if you haven’t had a proper meal, a proper kiss, a proper love. These years haven’t been as great as you let on. I thought to myself as I took steady steps towards the man I gave my heart to a long time ago. His hands reached out to touch my face and touched me with so much tenderness, it felt as if he was afraid I would fall apart. Or fade. Or run. But I didn’t. Instead I jumped on Toshinori and held him like he would crumble. My arms finally embracing and feeling the familiarity of his body. Even after all these years, we still fit like two perfect pieces of a puzzle.
He held me just as tight, burying himself into me and inhaled my scent just as I did his.
I started to wail, my voice muffled by his clothes and shoulder. He heard me though. He felt it too. I felt it in the way he embraced me like Toshinori was forcing us to become one. I could feel his heartbeat against my own, fast yet finally complete.
After all these years.
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STUDY : HARRY HOOK. TAGGED BY : taken from my other blog
— BASICS.
▸ IS YOUR MUSE TALL / SHORT / AVERAGE ?
he’s considered tall or above average height at 6′0 or 183 cm
▸ ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT ?
he’s comfortable with his height.
▸ WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE ?
harry’s hair is short, thick and wavy. it has a natural flat S pattern that gives his hair it’s wave but is still somewhat flat and fine. harry doesn’t waste a lot of time or effort on his hair beyond making sure it doesn’t get matted. relies almost entirely on his own natural hair oils to keep it healthy and clean.
▸ DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR / GROOMING ?
not really. he’ll wash it every 3 days or so and will brush it out with his fingers while it’s still wet, but he tends to just throw on his scarf and his hat most days. he spends the most time keeping himself clean shaven, since he has to make his own shaving cream.
▸ DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE / WHAT OTHERS THINK ?
to a certain extent, yes. he likes to be clean, he likes to present himself a certain way and his style and appearance helps with that. as far as what others think of him, he wants to be feared. he wants to be intimidating. but beyond that, harry doesn’t care what people think about him personally.
— PREFERENCES.
▸ INDOORS OR OUTDOORS ? outdoors.
▸ RAIN OR SUNSHINE ? rain.
▸ FOREST OR BEACH ? beach.
▸ PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS ? precious metals.
▸ FLOWERS OR PERFUMES ? perfumes.
▸ PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE ? personality.
▸ BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD ? being in a crowd.
▸ ORDER OR ANARCHY ? anarchy.
▸ PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES ? painful truths.
▸ SCIENCE OR MAGIC ? neither.
▸ PEACE OR CONFLICT ? conflict.
▸ NIGHT OR DAY ? night.
▸ DUSK OR DAWN ? dawn.
▸ WARMTH OR COLD ? warmth.
▸ MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS ? few close friends.
▸ READING OR PLAYING A GAME ? playing a game.
— QUESTIONNAIRE.
▸ WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS ?
harry can be very provocative, sometimes without cause. he likes to provoke others into conflict, whether it’s verbal or physical. it’s very much a power play and an intimidation factor. he’s also incredibly impulsive, he doesn’t really think things through and does not usually consider the consequences for his actions long term. he says what’s on his mind, it can be difficult for him to think before he speaks. he has a tendency to self - harm / self - sabotage.
▸ HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM ? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM ?
harry’s known numerous people who have died, gone missing or been killed. he’s seen his father execute members of the roger crew that he’s known. kid’s he knew or hung out with when he was younger have “ mysteriously disappeared ”, people have been jumped right in front of him. people have gotten sick and succumbed to illness or infection or disease. this has desensitized him to death to the point where he doesn’t really feel much of anything when it happens. if it’s people he’s close with who die or get killed, which has happened, he gets angry and wants revenge or retribution for it. but his mourning periods are very short and impersonal.
▸ WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS ?
i tend to associate “ fond ” with memorable so, harry’s most memorable moments are with gil and uma. teaching gil how to tie sailor knots, showing uma how to set the sails. watching uma threaten an enemy to the point of them wetting themselves. seeing gil slam dunk someone without even flinching. uma’s smile when the candle light hit her just right. gil staging a one - man sit in after harry got tentacle slapped by ursula that one time. sitting with gil and uma in the crows nest and looking out over the seas horizon.
▸ IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL ?
yes. harry’s been so desensitized to death that it’s not a big stretch to figure out that he’s also been desensitized to killing anyone. while killing isn’t a first response ( the appropriate use of force and violence does not necessarily mean death sentence ), it is always an option in harry’s book. it’s unlikely that he’ll feel guilty about it. it’s unlikely that he’ll think it was the wrong decision even if someone tries to convince him that it was. harry’s also skilled enough that killing would be physically easy as well.
▸ WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN ?
he only breaks down if he’s unable to use sex as a buffer to whatever negative emotions or intrusive thoughts are driving him towards a break down but when he does, it’s quiet, lonely, and dangerous. harry self - isolates when he feels like he’s going to break down and he has a tendency to hurt himself when he does this ( case and point ). following the incident with his left arm, harry manages to steer clear of extreme acts of self - harm but this makes the emotion break down a lot worse. at least in harry’s opinion. he will find a secluded place, find the darkest corner, curl into a ball and break down. he doesn’t make a sound. it’s very . . . painful and lonely. he will only let himself break down in front of gil or uma.
▸ IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE ?
yes. he trusts gil and uma with his life, but no one else. even with other members of his crew, he doesn’t trust them 100% with his life.
▸ WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE ?
loud and loyal. he doesn’t stop being scary pirate or dangerous scoundrel, but he does become MORE than those things. he becomes a best friend, a lover, a teacher, a caretaker. he gives all of himself to the person or persons that he’s in love with and he holds nothing back. there are no half measures. he can be very intense and very decisive and if you don’t match his level, he’ll assume you’re not as in love with him as he’s in love with you.
TAGGING : @yoakkemae ( lin ), @gggno ( uma ), @floweringface ( ben ), @sunreliable ( jay ), @girlfaired, @bcppity, @auroriias, @shiprcked & anyone else that want’s to do it !
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30 Day Song Challenge(In Isolation)
So, during lockdown I have seen a number of people posting on Instagram their 30 day song challenge. What a great idea, I adore music and it is a huge part of my life. As I wanted to get involved without the commitment of posting daily, whilst working from home, I have decided to post my 30 days in one go, as a blog. This give me the chance to talk about my reasons behind why these songs are personal to me and what memories come flooding back, be it, good or bad. I am not even sure if I will share this so if I have, I hope you enjoy it, would love to hear anyone’s thoughts on either a song choice or this as a whole.
Day 1: A song you with a colour in the title. - This is an easy one for me, the first song choice is Prince - Purple Rain. Prince was the first artist I fell in love with once i’d seen him live. I was privileged enough to see Prince back in 2007, as a long blonde haired, skinny 19 year old. I had been to gigs or concerts before but only to go out with friends really. Before going I wouldn’t say I was a huge fan of Prince, or music in general really. This gig changed everything, I was blown away by this 5″5 purple God performing on stage. His version on Purple Rain that day will stay with me forever. Breathtaking.
Day 2: A song you like with a number in the title. - One of my favourite songs, by another of my favourite artists. Arctic Monkeys - 505. There is a few different layers to this song, which I really like, the slow build up, telling of a love story. Leading into the rockier 2nd half of the song. Terrifically written, never a song that gets skipped when it pops up on shuffle. Excellent to hear live too.
Day 3: A song that reminds you of summertime. - Little bit of an obvious summer choice, this one but it’s Cliff Richard - Summer Holiday. One of many fond memories I have of my childhood, is whenever we would go on a family holiday, usually to a Haven park, or similar. As we got nearer to the destination my Dad would put this song on for our yearly family holiday sing-a-long.
Day 4: A song that reminds you of someone you’d rather forget. - I could have used this for a song that makes me sad but I’ve got something else in mind for that. My choice for this song is Akon - Lonely. My mum and dad separated in 2005, hardest time on my life. This is the song I was listening to when I found out. This song is not about wanting to forget either of my parents, I love them both dearly. The person that was the reason behind their separation, that is the only person I’d ever want to forget.
Day 5: A song that needs to be played loud. - Guns n’ Roses - Sweet Child O’ Mine. This song used to be a bit of a party song for me, all too often the air guitar would come out and I would be rocking away on the sofa at my Dad’s sometimes with Verity drumming in the background using a knife and fork. This song has to be played loud. It’s a little out dated and in a way, a bit cheesy but I’m sure when Axl Rose was writing this the intention was for it to be played loud. Always.
Day 6: A song that makes you want to dance. - Easy one this one, and will not come as a surprise to many. Taylor Swift - Shake It Off I have spent many-a-night, slightly intoxicated in the wonderful Boomers in Hamble, dancing in my very camp style, to this song. Everyone has a guilty pleasure and Tay Tay is mine. I love her music, genuinely.
Day 7: A song to drive to. - This is probably the most random one on the list. Del Amitri - Roll To Me, Always reminds me of my best mate, Dan Champion, when we first moved into Hamble, we would play this cheesy nonsense record a lot, typically in the car, very loud, driving to get things for the flat. First time I moved out, reminds me of being in the car to kit out my first ever flat. Very happy times, even if the song is pretty crap.
Day 8: A song about drugs or alcohol. - As you may have noticed I do have a varied music taste, one genre I do love is Country. My choice for this day is Chris Stapleton - Tennessee Whisky. In my opinion, this guy just about has the best voice in the world at the moment. There is a country core to his music but the guitar work and his voice, go across genres. I don’t have anything overly personal that I have to say about this song, it was the first one oh his i heard and think he’s fantastic.
Day 9: A song that makes you happy. - In a word “lots” lots of songs make me happy. This one I’ll dedicate to my old man. Dean Martin - Little ‘Old Wine Drinker Me. I have lost count how many times we have been told off by Barb or Verity because after one or two too many beers we decide that we are The Rat Pack and pop on the Dean Martin CD. Usually a sign of a good night in our house if there is a big pile of CD’s left on the side, well before streaming. This song will always make me smile and immediately make me think of my Dad. My hero.
Day 10: A song that makes you sad. - I am quite lucky in a way that in my life I have not lost that many loved ones, I lost my Grandad when I was four so unfortunately have very few memories of him. The next person that I lost was my Nana in 2012, the final song at her funeral was Nat King Cole - Smile. A beautiful song, that will always make me well up. My Nana was incredible for my Sister and I growing up, always showing us love, affection and often giving us a lot of food our Mum wouldn’t have approved of. This one is for her.
Day 11: A song that you never get tired of. - There’s a number of songs that can fit into a number of categories. This being one of them. When I started creating this list there were some artists that I knew had to be on here, I am therefore picking, David Bowie - Rock and Roll Suicide. David Bowie is one of my favourites, the man is an absolute genius. The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust is one of the best albums of all time, and its closing track Rock and Roll Suicide is, in my opinion, the best song on the album, maybe Bowie’s best. I could listen to it over and over, the album and the song.
Day 12: A song from your pre-teen years. - I guess in terms of pre-teen, you’re talking 10-12. I’ve gone for a early teenage, pre-adult years song. Usher - Yeah. In my latter years at school, when I first started partying and drinking, this song was the theme tune. Any house party we would go to as 15/16 year olds. This song would be on, all night, on repeat. Definitely mine, and a lot of my friends at the time, first song we had to get drunk to.
Day 13:A song you like from the 70s. - Slightly random one here, I am going for Neil Young - Old Man. I would say I’ve only really listened to Neil Young in the last few years, Barb, unsurprisingly got me into him - more of that to come. I love Harvest, terrific album. This is a great song, but I the thing i love most is the story that accompanies this song. Young famously tells a story about buying a ranch and the condition was that the old farm hand will remain on the property and take care of maintenance. Neil Young and the old man grew to become great friends, up until his passing. They learnt they have very different backgrounds and experiences but ultimately connect very well. In a way, I wish more often people would go back to connecting rather than sitting on phones or social media. I realise the irony that I am in fact posting this from a social media platform whilst using a laptop and ignoring my flatmate!
Day 14: A song you want to be played at your wedding. - I have tried to avoid repeating artists during this, but this could be the only artist that appear twice. When I do get married the song that I share with my future wife will be one that is special to us. This song I have picked is more because of the opening lyrics and love for the band. Courteeners - Take Over The World. “I looked into her eyes and I swore, I’ve never written a cliche before, and I’ll probably never do so, she was beautiful, though. I think it’s time for you and me to take over the world”. That pretty much explains itself there.
Day 15: A song you like that is a cover by another artist. - I have gone for Johnny Cash - Hurt. Originally recorded by Nine Inch Nails in 1995, this is the final song Johnny Cash released before his death. A beautiful song, and Cash’s raspy voice makes it feel even more emotional. Another one that sits in the country category. I have always been fond of Johnny Cash but when one of my favourite actors, Joaquin Phoenix played him in Walk the Line, my love for both went through the roof. There was always going to be a bit of Cash on this list.
Day 16: A song that is a classic favourite. - Similar to David Bowie, I couldn’t do this list without The Beatles, I always say, if someone doesn’t like, or at least appreciate The Beatles, you can’t trust them. My choice is The Beatles - In My Life. My favourite Beatles song, the lyrics are superb, unsurprisingly and it takes you on a lovely little journey.
Day 17: A song that you would duet with someone else. - I do have a Karaoke duet song that I often sing with one of my oldest friends, Matt O’Dwyer, so this is an easy one for me Robbie Williams and Jonathan Wilkes - Me and My Shadow. He’s Jonny, I’m Robbie, we sing this song, often. We will continue singing it until the day we die. Missing every single note, without fail, yet still making our audience laugh. Pretty much sums us up as people too. Silly song, silly people. Can not wait to be stood next to Matt in Three Lions Bar, Magaluf belting this one out in the hopefully, not too distant future.
Day 18: A song from the year you were born. - For a number of years I was under the impression that the number 1 song when I was born was Fairground Attraction - Perfect. As you can now look at the internet for what was the song was number 1 when you were born. Mine was actually, Bros - I owe you nothing. Perfect is a much better song, that why this is my choice.
Day 19: A song that makes you think about life. - Luke Bryan - Drink A Beer. Another country entry here on the list. Whilst a lot of songs are about heart break or getting drunk. This one is about both, in a very different way. Luke Bryan lost both his brother and sister in their early 20s or late teens. This song tells the story of how he found out. The chorus goes “I’m gonna sit right here, on the edge of this pier, and drink a beer” I imagine if, god forbid, any tragedy happens in my life, I’d do something similar. Find a quiet place to myself, and drink a beer to any memories or thoughts I have on what has happened. I also makes you realise that life is short and precious, a cliche I know but it’s true, now more than ever. Tell people you love them. There’s nothing wrong with that.
Day 20: A song that has many meanings to you. - This song was always going to be in this list. Gerry and The Pacemakers - You’ll Never Walk Alone. I love football, this song will always remind me of my club, Liverpool, for obvious reasons. Whether that is when we’re 3-0 in a Champions League final and need a little extra boost from the fans. Or if we are 4-0 up at home to Bournemouth singing this song for the last few minutes. I can listen to this song in any emotion and it fits, happy, sad, angry etc. This song fits. It’s perfect, it’s beautiful, you’re genuinely never alone, in life, I mean, the real thing, life. You’ve got support, you’ve got love, you’ve got everything you need. It is my club’s anthem and I am very proud of that and my club.
Day 21: A song you like with a person’s name in the title. - The song I’ve gone for is a very famous one with a name in the title, Derek & The Dominoes - Layla The main reason I have picked this song is because of that opening guitar riff from Eric Clapton, possibly the best guitarist of all time. I’ve always been a fan of a strong guitar riff and there are very few stronger than this absolute banger from Slow Hands.
Day 22: A song that gets you moving forward. - I have never been one to work out or exercise too often, throughout my life, football has been the one thing that has acted as the exercise for me. For a period of time when I used my Dad’s cross trainer, the one song that would move me forward and give me a boost was Prodigy - Voodoo People(Pendulum remix) The Prodigy are a very different band but very popular amongst so many. This song, gets the adrenaline going for me, the Pendulum remix side kicks in and did help mid-workout for me.
Day 23: A song that you think everyone should listen to. - Elvis Presley - If I Can Dream(Philharmonic Orchestra Version). No reasons. Just listen and enjoy.
Day 24: A song by a band that you wish were still together. - Oh, I wonder what band I will pick for this one? Oasis - Rock and Roll Star. One of my favourite bands, as they are for many people around my age. I believe their best album is Definitely Maybe, it starts with the aggressive, in your face, flat out brilliant, Rock and Roll Star. Oasis are listened to in my flat, certainly weekly, possibly daily. I have been fortunate enough to see both Noel and Liam live in their careers since Oasis but what I would do to see Oasis live, even once.
Day 25: A song you like by an artist no longer living. - I am going for someone who was the first album I ever remember asking my Dad to buy. Michael Jackson - Earth Song. Yes Dad, this means Michael Jackson has died. This might have been one of the first songs I really liked, I certainly remember it being stuck in my head as a child. I could have chosen this for a song that reminds you of your childhood, but I am opting to dedicate that one to someone else. I have always enjoyed the music of Michael Jackson, every talented. There’s a reason he is called the king of pop, and rightly so.
Day 26: A song that makes you want to fall in love. - I am not picking a romantic song here, having never really been in love it would probably be difficult for me to do so. Instead I am opting for a song with a title that would fit this category. The Stone Roses - I Wanna Be Adored. The Stone Roses are my favourite band(thanks to a little help from my step mum). Who doesn’t want someone that adores them? This is the greatest opening to any gig I have ever been to. June 2017, Etihad Stadium, Manchester. Mani’s bass starts, the crowd erupts. I am about to see my favourite band for the first time in my life. They lived up to any expectations I had. I will stand by my thoughts of that day, John Squire is the best guitarist I have ever seen live. Sensational.
Day 27: A song that breaks your heart. - I am even struggling typing this one. I am picking Zac Brown Band - My Old Man. This song is about a young boy’s love of his father, how his father is his hero, a giant, a superhero. Hoping he can grow up to be just like him. He then has a son and is hoping he is the same figure to his son as his father has been to him. In the final verse you learn that Zac Brown’s father has passed away. Always brings a little tear to my eye, I’m not ashamed to say I am a cryer, at times. I have the same feeling towards my Dad, my hero, my giant, my superhero. This song makes me cherish every moment I have with him and every other loved one I have within my family.
Day 28: A song by an artist who’s voice you love. - I could have picked Chris Stapleton here but instead I wanted to get this band in and it just so happened that lead singer Caleb Followill has a ridiculous voice. Kings of Leon - Milk. A slow opening to this song gives Caleb the opportunity to showcase his voice. Having seen them live his voice is even better to hear in person. Slightly country, slightly rocky, very me. This is my favourite KOL song, because of the slow opening with the vocals being key, following onto the rockier middle then a vocal ending.
Day 29: A song you remember from your childhood. - I am doing this one for my Grandad, sadly we lost him 18 months ago so I wanted to dedicate this one to him. Max Bygraves - Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellen Bogen by the Sea. Yes I had to google the spelling. No I don’t have a clue what it means or even what the song is about. I do know that this song was played a lot at my Nana and Grandad’s house when I was little, they had a vinyl record player in the corner of their living room in Basingstoke. I remember my Grandad crawling round with my on his back, or playing rough and tumbles around the lounge, this song being the theme tune to many hours of horse play between the two of us. I was privileged enough to speak at his funeral. I talked about my Grandad’s love of football, the only person who loved it more that I do, I said. I remember the first ever game he gave me to watch on video, well, there was 2 games. The first one was Portsmouth Liverpool at Highbury as my Grandad had gone to it and you can see him on the footage. The second he used to say to me was the best game he’d ever seen. Italy vs Brazil 1982, Paolo Rossi and all that. I have watched that game back recently, and whilst it’s a lot slower to the current game. He wasn’t wrong with the quality on show, Zico, Socrates, Falcao and the star of the show a hat-trick from the Italian centre forward Paolo Rossi. Maybe my Grandad showing me that game at an early age is where it all began. If so, that’s just one of a number of things I am thankful to my Grandad for.
Day 30: A song that reminds you of yourself. - Easiest of the f**king lot. Courteeners - Not Nineteen Forever. No other song could sum me up better. This talks of partying too hard, being a fool, enjoying yourself a little too much. Ultimately saying “I know it seems strange, but things they change.” Yes they do, and I am pleased to say I have grown up a lot in the last few years, even if there is still the odd foolish decision. This song is everything I am, loud, enjoyable and an indie banger. Often makes me think of being in my favourite place, the middle of a field or arena, stood next to my sister, singing this at the top of our lungs. Well, not just us singing it like that but “Every single one of yas”
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Don’t look back Pt.2/3
*Summary: Daryl is used to his brother coming and going out of his life, leaving him alone, since he was a kid. He’s used to Merle meaning trouble too, and to be dragged into all his messes as Daryl loyally follows his brother. But this time Merle’s mess has reached top and has affected more people than the brothers, and Daryl finds himself wanting to step in and fix it, as once again he’s left alone by his brother. Inspired by me wondering how Daryl felt about having always done as Merle says and yet being always left alone, and especially by wondering how is Daryl so good with kids, handling baby Judith so good, like a pro since day one.
*Tags/Warnings: There’s cute stuff here, but the main tag is Angst. Daryl’s pov, there’s an OC (well…two…), but still, this is mostly a Daryl Dixon fic. Once again, this gets pretty angsty, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
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Weeks pass, turning into months, and Daryl feels as if time flies, alone without his brother but not so alone anymore now that he sees Claire and Emily more often than not, having lunch with them sometimes again or just walking with them when they go out for a walk. Emily is eating more things than milk now so Daryl does his best to hunt for her so Claire has fresh meat to make the purees. She always tells him that he doesn't have to but Daryl doesn’t care, it makes him feel useful and he doesn’t know any other way to help them.
He knocks at the door, some squirrels on his bag, and he can’t help his smirk when Claire opens. “You have puree on your face.”
“When I don’t have puree on my everything lately.” She rolls her eyes but smiles. “Come in.”
Emily is sat down on her high chair, a bowl of half-eaten puree in front of her, and she smiles when she sees him, happily babbling nonsense. Daryl can’t help his silly smile, he doesn’t think anyone has ever been so happy to see him, and he doesn’t know why the little girl seems to like him but he’s not going to complain.
“Could you please finish feeding her while I try to have less puree on me? He messes with you less than with me anyway, the little traitor.”
Daryl snorts quietly and nods, sitting down in front of Emily to try to spoon feed her while Claire goes to the bathroom.
“Come on, darlin’, I know, I don’t like peas either.” Daryl finds himself talking to the baby quite often when they are alone, but he would be mortified if someone would hear him. “What if I go on a hunting trip and bring you back some venison, uh? Don’t know if you can eat that…”
“You spoil her.” Claire’s teasing voice surprises him and he blushes, hoping she hasn’t been listening for long.
Daryl says nothing, busying himself with feeding Emily, eyes trained on the puree bowl, embarrassed Claire has caught him talking nonsense to the baby. She doesn’t say anything about it, though, just sits down next to him.
“You know, it just came to my mind, I hadn’t remembered it until now, but a long while ago I was with some friends and we saw you walking into the town with a big buck over your shoulders, it was quite a sight.” She chuckles quietly.
Daryl doesn’t hunt deer as often as squirrels or rabbits, they’re harder to find, further away from the town, but they feed him for longer and sometimes he manages to catch one. Claire mentioning her friends catches Daryl’s mind. In all those months, he hasn’t seen any of them, neither has Claire mentioned them, and he was convinced that somehow she didn’t have friends. Maybe it’s just that they don’t live there anymore?
“Where’re your friends now?” He asks, hoping Claire doesn’t find him nosy.
“Well, one by one they eventually left the town.” She begins to explain, as Daryl had thought. Most people end up leaving that town. “There’s a couple still here, but they…well…they don’t really like kids, you know, so when I got pregnant they told me they didn’t want to hang out with a baby cos they’re annoying and all that…and our lives were different anyway…” Claire shrugs awkwardly and Daryl frowns.
“That’s stupid.” He blurts out.
“There are people who don’t like kids so I’m not going to force them to deal with one, but I’m not going to leave Emily alone either.”
Still, it sounds like bullshit to Daryl, with everything that Claire has been going through. Daryl maybe doesn’t know much about having friends, but her friends should have been there, helping there and supporting her. At least that’s how Daryl sees it. He just hums, unsure of what to say, afraid Claire would be angry if he says what he thinks about his friends.
“I don’t talk to them anymore anyway,” Claire adds quietly.
“How’s that?” So she didn’t have friends anymore after all…
“Well, they said this thing…” Claire begins to fidget as she seems to think for the right words, and Daryl shifts his gaze from the bowl to her, he hasn’t seen her looking like that before. “When David, after what happened…you know. Well, they said that I…not I had it coming, but they kind of said I had brought it on myself and my situation was all my fault…guess they never really liked David that much, you know.”
Claire tries to sound nonchalant, tries to smile too, but her eyes are wet as she looks down and Daryl feels his blood boil at the idea of someone saying something like that to her, not only someone but her friends. He wants to find them and put an arrow on those pricks. Claire seems to notice or to see something in his face, because she reaches out to gently squeeze his arm and Daryl can’t help but flinch at the touch, but Claire doesn’t seem to mind.
“It’s okay.”
“It ain’t okay. What a bunch of assholes.” Daryl tries not to sounds as angry as he feels, but he’s not sure if he manages.
“Yeah well, maybe I didn’t have the best taste in friends, did I?” Claire chuckles weakly. “But I’ve gotten lucky with the friends I have now.” She smiles to him but Daryl just blinks at her, a bit confused, he was just so sure she didn’t have friends, he doesn’t know who she’s talking about now or why they never seem to be around.”
“Who?”
“You, silly.” Her eyes are still wet but Claire laughs and Daryl finally gets it. He doesn’t know what to say, though, and Claire’s smile falters. “Cos…we’re friends…right?” She sounds unsure, as if she thinks maybe Daryl doesn’t think like that, and he rushes to nod.
“Yeah, yeah, we are.”
Daryl doesn’t think he has ever had a friend before, someone who’s not his brother, and he can’t help his smile. She’s her friend, they’re friends. The idea is a bit overwhelming and scaring, but mostly it just makes him oddly happy.
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Daryl comes back from hunting earlier today and so he decides to walk past the park, see if Claire and Emily are there. He spots Emily playing in the sandbox, Claire sitting down at the side of it, both of them seeming uncaring about getting dirt and full of sand. Once again Daryl finds himself thinking about maybe taking them to the woods with him once day, once Emily’s bigger and she can talk and all, though he’s not sure if they’d want to.
There are a couple more kids playing in the small park and two women who Daryl assumes are their mothers, talking with each other, but they don’t seem to be paying any attention neither to Emily or Claire, no matter Daryl’s pretty sure there aren’t many other kids in the town and that’s the only park they have. He wonders if maybe they know who her husband was, or rather with which people he got involved, and that’s why maybe they are purposely ignoring Claire. Or maybe he’s just paranoid.
He’s unsure about approaching, but when Claire looks up and sees him, she smiles and waves, and so Daryl goes to sit down next to her. Emily smiles wide when she sees him and crawls towards him, and Daryl smiles seeing she has managed to get sand even in her head.
“We didn’t expect to see you today,” Claire says as she tries to brush some sand off Emily.
Emily reaches out to him and Daryl takes her but hands her to her mother. He can feel the judging eyes of the other women on him, or maybe he’s being paranoid again, but still, he hates it, it makes him self-conscious. Maybe he shouldn’t have gone there. And maybe if they see Claire hanging out with a Dixon they would want to talk to her even less, and she’d still be lonely, and Emily wouldn’t have friends and it’d be Daryl’s fault. He can feel the women’s eyes almost like they burn.
“Gotta go.” He mutters as he gets up.
“Me too, I’m going to have to scrub her for hours until she stops shedding sand.” Claire jokes, getting up and holding Emily. Daryl doesn’t look at her, he just nods and begins walking, trying to rush away from her and the park. Claire follows him, grabbing his wrist to make him stop, but Daryl keeps walking.
“Will you stop? Daryl, stop!”She walks around him to stop in front of him, and Daryl’s pretty sure she’s using the same voice than when Emily has done something she shouldn’t. “What’s gotten into you?!”
“Nothing.” He grumbles, but Claire raises an eyebrow at him without backing off, and Daryl gives in. “They were looking at me, I know what they think of me.”
“You know, Daryl, I know it’s hard to believe, but the world doesn’t spin around you.” Claire teases without malice, sounding fond even, but Daryl’s feeling too awkward for it to make him feel better. “You don’t know if they were looking at you, or what they think, or if they know you.”
“I know it,” He insists, stubborn. “And you know what they think of the Dixons around here.”
“Okay, let’s say you’re right.” Claire concedes, but Daryl knows she’s only going to fight him in another way. “Do you really care about what they think of you?”
“I don’t!” He snaps, no matter it makes him feel self-conscious.
“Alright, problem solved then.”
Daryl guesses she’s a bit right, he doesn’t care about them, they know nothing, they can think whatever they want, Daryl doesn’t care. But they’re going to be talking about Claire if they keep seeing her hanging out with him.
“They’re gonna think stuff about you too if they see you with me.”
“So? I don’t care what those gossipers think about me either.” Claire replies.
“But-”
“But nothing.” Claire stops him before he can say anything. “I don’t care, let them think and talk all they want. You’re my friend, Daryl, alright? That’s what I care about, and that’s not going to change. Believe it or not, but I’m pretty sure you’re way better than most of the people in this damn town.”
Daryl can’t help but feel a bit taken aback by her words, but a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. He doesn’t think he had ever heard someone talk like that about him, he’s not sure he believes it, but he can’t help but be more than grateful for having a friend like her. He stills thinks that being seen with a Dixon isn’t the best for Claire and Emily, but Claire doesn’t seem to want to stop seeing him, and selfishly he doesn’t want her to stop. It makes everything better, less lonely, less harsh.
“Alright?” She repeats and Daryl nods, looking at her with a tiny, crooked smile. “Good. Hush about it now, then.” Before Daryl can say or do anything, she hands her Emily, whose grin as she holds onto him helps him feel almost magically better, with those strange warm feelings she gives him every time he holds her.
“How you managed to even get sand on your ears, sweetheart?” He murmurs quietly to her, chuckling softly, and as Emily babbles some nonsense Daryl can’t help but wonder if maybe she’s actually telling him about her day.
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The sun is almost down when Daryl comes back into the town, later than he had realized. He had gone out further today, going to that place where he sometimes finds deer, an hour ride from the town.
He has come back with just a couple rabbits he plans on giving Claire. He doesn’t care that much though, it had been nice, he hadn’t gone on a ride in a while now and he realizes how much he had missed it. He has taken his brother’s bike instead of his, he always liked it more and Merle’s not around, though Daryl can almost hear and see his brother if he were to find out. Which he won’t.
He rides directly to Claire’s house before it gets even later, parks outside the house and knocks on the door. Nothing. He tries the bell again but still, nobody opens and there’s no noise coming from inside. They’re never out that late, always coming home before the sun goes down.
Daryl can’t help but worry. Maybe something had happened, something wrong and they’d had to go out. Or maybe something happened to them. All kind of worried thoughts knot his stomach and he turns around and back to his bike, but he doesn’t know what to do, where to look for them, where to check if they are okay. There’s a small voice in his head wondering if maybe Claire didn’t decide to just take her things and leave that shit town for good without telling him, but Daryl can’t think she’d do that.
Before he can get on his bike, though, he sees Claire walking up the street, Emily strapped to his back now with the scarf. Both of them smile when they see him, seeming good enough, helping Daryl relax a bit.
“Hey! I hope you haven’t been out here for too long, I didn’t know you were visiting today, sorry.” Claire greets him but her smile falters when she sees Daryl’s face and he wonders if he does look worried. “There’s something wrong?”
“No, just…you weren’t here and it was late…” He’s embarrassed he panicked like that just because Claire and Emily weren’t at home and he doesn’t want to tell Claire. She seems to notice, though, because she gives him a sweet smile and reaches out to squeeze his hand.
“We were in the park and I lost the track of time a bit.” She chuckles as she goes to open the door. “Do you want to have dinner with us? Since you are already here.”
Daryl hesitates for a couple of seconds but finally he nods, following Claire inside. Claire unwraps the scarf and leaves Emily on a big blanket that is spread on the floor with some toys, but the little girl crawls towards Daryl, babbling, and so he picks her up. Daryl feels like time has fled since that first time he held her but Emily looks way bigger now, he wouldn’t be surprised to see her walking one of these days, though Claire says it’s still too early.
“I was just going to reheat some leftovers, if that’s alright?” She asks and Daryl nods, it’s already enough she asked him to come in for dinner, he doesn’t want her to have to cook.
Daryl remembers the rabbits he has in his bag, he had all but forgotten, and he leaves Emily on her blanket, hoping she’d be entertained enough with the toys while he cleans the rabbits. He starts to work in silence while dinner heats in the oven.
“Thank you, Daryl,” Claire says when she sees what he’s doing, and she picks up Emily who was again crawling around and sits her on her high chair. “You really don’t have to bother hunting so much for us.”
“Ain’t a bother.” He doesn’t mind, likes to be out in the woods anyway, may as well bring them some food.
Claire smiles softly and begins feeding Emily her puree before Daryl and her have their dinner. “We met someone new at the park today, another mom and her kid, she’s a couple months older than Emily.” She begins to explain. “And I think we might be friends? We’re meeting tomorrow at the park again. That’s why I didn’t realize how late it was, we were just talking and talking for hours.”
Daryl is still working on the rabbits but he stops to look at her over his shoulder at that. That’s good, he guesses, Daryl has never liked that Claire doesn’t have none else, isn’t friends with any other of those mothers at the park, and he has always thought that it’d probably be good for Emily to have other kids to play with. It seems it has finally happened.
So Daryl doesn’t understand why a sudden fear grips him at her words, why his stomach twitches as if he had been kicked. It’s good that Claire has another friend…a better one, probably. So maybe now she wouldn’t need him to be around anymore, she wouldn’t want to hang out with him, why, when she has a new friend who can understand her better. It’s good for her, it’s what she deserves. It feels like a kick to the gut.
Claire’s looking at him and so he forces himself to speak. “Good.” Claire eyes him like she feels something is off, but she keeps talking.
“She’s called Laura and I think she got a divorce a couple months ago or something, she wanted a change of air so she has moved here with some distant relatives…I don’t think it’s going to take her long to see what shit this town is.” Claire chuckles. “I had a great time, honestly, she’s super nice. You should come to meet her, I think you might like her too.” Daryl lets out a noncommittal hum, he doesn’t really look forward to it. “What’s wrong?” She flat-out asks him.
“Nothing.” Daryl can’t look at her, feeling like an ass for being acting so selfish and not as happy for her as he knows he should, but he can’t help it. “It’s good you have a friend.”
“Well, I already had you.” Claire states matter of factly. “But yes, it feels nice to get to talk with another mom, you know.” Daryl doesn’t know, but he nods anyway. Claire frowns and approaches him and Daryl shifts awkwardly, half expecting her to call him out on his behavior. “Hey, you know you’re my best friend, right?”
Her words take Daryl aback more than they maybe should. They were friends, sure, Claire didn’t have anyone else and so she hangs out with him, but the idea of her thinking him her best friend feels different, and warm, and has Daryl smiling like an idiot as he blinks in surprise, looking dumbfounded and making her laugh. She’s his best friend too and one of the only people Daryl has ever felt like really cares about him.
His life feels better since he has her and Emily in it, since she’s her friend. He doesn’t know how to say that to her, though, and it makes him embarrassed, so he doesn’t think he’ll ever do.
“Come here, silly.” Claire wraps her arms around him to hug him and Daryl freezes for a moment, holding his breath until he relaxes enough to wrap his own arms around her. He pulls away when he realizes his hands are dirty from cleaning the rabbits and he’s staining her shirt.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay, you should have seen me the first time I tried to clean the rabbit you got me, it seemed I had murdered someone.” She laughs and Daryl gives her a tiny smile before getting back to work in silence while Claire sets the table.
“I mean it.” She says as they sit down to eat. “You have been helping me a lot. It has…it hasn’t been easy, you know, I try, but sometimes, it’s hard, and-” Claire trails off, her eyes getting wet, and Daryl feels that stab in the gut that he hadn’t felt in a while. “But everything is less hard thanks to you. You’re my best friend, the best one I’ve ever had. So I’m really glad I got to have you as my friend, and beyond grateful for all you do for Emily and me. You’re the best, Daryl.”
Daryl can’t look at her, his eyes trained on the floor, a lump on his throat as he’s overwhelmed by emotion. He doesn’t think someone has ever talked about him the way Claire does. He blinks quickly, embarrassed to feel his eyes wet. He wants to tell her that she’s his best friend too, that she’s the one making his life less hard, that he’s grateful she thinks all those things about him even though he doesn’t understand why, but he can’t say it, can’t find the words.
“I’m happy you’re my friend too.” It’s the only thing he can mutter, hoping that somehow she can understand all the things he doesn’t say, and if he can take the way in which Claire’s smiling at him as a clue, maybe it is.
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Daryl feels strange going to see Claire without bringing her anything, but she had told him several times now that he doesn’t have to hunt something every time he wants to go, so instead, Daryl has a bottle with squirrel stew in his bag.
He knocks on the door and Claire opens, giving him a weak smile, but her eyes are puffy and rimmed red as if she had been crying, and worry grips Daryl’s stomach.
“There’s something wrong?”
Claire looks at him for a second before shaking her head no and Daryl steals glances at her as he walks inside, placing the bottle of stew on the table in case Claire wants it for lunch.
"Told you, you don’t have to bring something every time you come.” She tells him but Daryl just shrugs.
He looks around but Emily is not there, maybe she’s still at the kindergarten where she has been going lately. Claire works from home, so she doesn’t need Emily to be too long there, just a couple hours each morning, saying it allows her to get more work done and it also gives Emily the chance to play with more kids.
Claire is silent as she sits down on the sofa and Daryl feels awkward and out of place. Maybe she didn’t want the company, maybe he shouldn’t have gone, maybe she’s tired of Daryl visiting several days each week. He doesn’t know if he should leave or not, maybe he should ask. But Claire looks like she’s about to cry and so sad, sadder that he had seen her in a long while. He can’t leave her like that.
“Claire, what’s wrong?”
“You don’t know what day is today, do you? She asks, her eyes wet and Daryl shakes his head softly, clueless. “One year ago, today…well, you know what happened…”
Daryl hasn’t realized it was that day. Now he understands why Claire is like that and again an invisible dagger stabs him. Claire looks down, trying to hide her face as she cries and the stabbing gets worse. He doesn’t know what to do and so he just stands there.
“Crying like this while you look is a new level of embarrassment.” Claire chuckles softly, rubbing her eyes and Daryl feels bad but he still doesn’t know what to do. “I think you’re supposed to hold me or something.”
Daryl is hesitant, but he wants to do what he can to help her and so he sits down next to her and reaches out awkwardly, unsure of how to hug her. Claire smiles, chuckling quietly through her tears. She grabs one of his arms and pulls it around her and then she shifts closer to bury her face on the crook of his shoulder. Daryl holds her carefully, trying to help somehow as he feels his shirt getting wet with her tears.
Eventually, he feels her stop shaking and then Claire pulls back. “Sorry about this.” She sounds embarrassed.
“Ain’t nothing to be sorry about.”
Claire smiles softly and leans to press a soft kiss on his cheek, making Daryl blush, he can’t help but fidget awkwardly. “Have I told you that you are my best friend?” She asks and Daryl nods, how he could forget her saying that. "Seriously, Daryl, I don’t know what I’d have done without you this year. You’ve helped us more than what I could thank you. Thank you.”
Daryl doesn’t know what to say to that, her words of affection making him feel warm and cared for but also making him feel awkward and nervous. “Ain’t nothing.” It’s all he manages to grumble. Claire doesn’t seem to mind, she smiles again and leans her head on his arm, silent for a little while.
“It won’t be long until Merle can come back now? She asks and Daryl honestly doesn’t know.
"Maybe he can get an early release for good behavior, but that would be still in a lot of months.” Maybe three, maybe six, maybe another year, Daryl doesn’t know.
For a short while, Claire doesn’t say anything else. “I know you’re not seeing Emily and me anymore when Merle’s back.”
Daryl can only blink in surprise at her words. He didn’t know Claire thought like that. Daryl had never thought about leaving her, whether Merle is there or not.
“Ain’t leaving you both just cos Merle’s back.” He grumbles but Daryl has to admit she has a point.
He still remembers that first time they talked, how she told him she had never seen him not at his brother's side. He knows things are going to change when Merle’s back and he kind of feels his brother is not going to be too happy with this new friendship, but that doesn’t mean he won’t want to keep seeing Claire and Emily. He doesn’t plan to stop, doesn’t want to, not even with his brother there. He’ll find a way to make it work.
“I won’t.” He forces himself to speak his mind, awkwardness be dammed. “Merle’s my brother, but you’re my friend, I’m not going to stop seeing you and Emily. You’re my best friend too.”
His own words make him blush and he’s afraid of what Claire’s going to say. The way in which she grins at him makes it worth. Soon, though, Daryl is looking away from her again, fidgeting awkwardly.
Claire doesn’t push it more. She rubs her eyes and gives him another smile.
“Alright, I’ve gotta go pick up Emily.” She gets up. “Want to come with me? And then we can all have that squirrel stew for lunch?”
“Yeah, yeah sure.”
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Last chapter is coming on friday and it’ll be very, very angsty! I mean, I know this hasn’t been a happy fic, but we also have some quite stuff in it, right? More cute stuff coming, but quite a lot, lot of angst too. What you think, Daryl + baby? Do you find it as quite as I do? What are your thoughts on this fic?
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BLOG # 4 – THE SIX SHORT STORIES
A Rose for Emily by William Faulkner
A Rose for Emily needs a deeper analysis once you read it for the story was written creatively. In a town, their house is the most beautiful among their neighborhood despite being an old house or an antique. No one has ever seen Emily go out of the house and for her whole life she stayed home. She lived with his father whom rejected Emily’s suitors. He does not want Emily to marry. Until the day of her father’s death, she feels lonely. It is her father whom she has been living with. It is only her father whom has shown affection to her. Their neighbors are very curious about what is inside their house because only the servant has gone inside. When Emily met a man, the neighborhood was worried because they said that the man was not her ideal man. Emily kept him in their home. She was restricted from the love she must have been received. She was restricted from the love and happiness she must have gained if she was able to explore the world.
The Cask of Amontillado by Edgar Allan Poe
The Cask of Amontillado is about Montresor, the narrator or Poe himself, and Fortunato, his acquaintance. Montresor wants to take revenge to his acquaintance because according to him, he has been irreparably insulted by Fortunato. So he wants it to be done in a way that he would not put himself in risk. He decided to use Fortunato’s fondness of wine. During the carnival season, Montresor was holding a wine and offered it to Fortunato to taste it but he said that if he is too busy to taste it, he would offer it to Luchesi, a competitor but Fortunato is certain that Luchesi would not be able to tell if it is Amontillado. Montresor and Fortunato walk down a place when Fortunato coughed he insisted to drink the wine. As they were talking, Montresor grabbed the chance to trap Fortunato. And then he covered him up with walls and left him helpless. This story is a result of baseless accusations. It was not proven that Fortunato insulted him many times and in many ways. Fortunato was buried alive by Montresor.
Hills like White Elephants by Ernest Hemingway
Hills like White Elephants is a short story about a couple which the man is convincing the lady to have an operation, this operation was not specified in the story but according to the other papers I read, it is an abortion. The setting is in the train station surrounded by hills, trees, and valleys. While waiting for the train, the couple decided to get bottles of beer and they talk about things. In their conversation, the man convinced the lady to have an operation which will make them happy afterwards. The woman was in doubt and as the train arrives, the woman is firm that she will not get the operation. This story can be very relevant to the generation nowadays. I bet many will relate.
A Father by Anton Chekhov
A Father is literally about a father. The father in the story name Musatov is an old man and is described as tragic for being drunkard and useless. Despite that, he is lucky to have very dedicated and responsible children whom he can depend on. I love the idea that no matter how they see their father as someone undeserving, they still take care of him and give him money even if they know that their father cannot give something to them in return. It is an unconditional love for their father that they have shown. They are being patient with the one whom they call father and being considerate about his age. In the modern world today, most of the children abandon their parents. This situation is very rampant today. But the story shows how children considers their father despite his imperfectness and shortcomings.
God Sees the Truth but Waits by Leo Toistoy
God Sees the Truth but Waits is a very beautiful story of long suffering and forgiveness. In the story, Ivan Aksenov has enjoyed all the material things before deciding to settle into marriage. One day he asked permission from his wife to go to a fair. His wife did not allow him because his wife has a bad dream that Ivan will return from the town with a gray hair. But he just laughed it off and continued. As he went to the fair, he met a merchant and they slept in an inn, since he is not sleeping for hours longs, he continued his journey, soldiers stopped him and asked questions about the dead merchant and these soldiers were telling that all the evidences were pointing to Ivan so he was put into jail without proper trial. In 26 years of being in prison, he became a God-fearing man. It was also the time when a new prisoner named Makar arrived. When he found out that Makar was really the one who killed the merchant, he was filled with outrage but did not utter a word. Makar planned for an escape, threatened Ivan to nut say word, but in the end Makar asked for forgiveness from Ivan so Ivan did forgive him and told him that God forgives him. As you can see, 26 years in prison is not joke and knowing that you have not done anything wrong but for Ivan, being in prison became easy because he became a God-fearing man which made easy for him to forgive.
The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World opens the story with a group of children playing in the beach o a small fishing village. As they saw a floating man in the sea, they first thought of it as a sea creature but later found out that it is a man. They get the body from the sea and the responsible adults prepare the funeral for him. The people in the village were curious about his identity for they are sure that the man is not from the village because no one is missing in their village but to be assured, they go house to house to ask if the body belongs to them while the women are cleaning the body. While cleaning the man, they are fantasizing because of his good looks. They even compared them to their husbands. When the time they covered the man’s face they weep and when their husbands arrived, they were happy. This proves that looks can be deceiving.
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Do you know if CORINNA LEALA has arrive in Edana yet? They’re the TWENTY NINE year old, LADY IN HOUSE LEALA. What if CORINNA CORA is a Lysander loyalist, I hear she can be UNYIELDING & ALOOF. But I also hear she can be INTELLIGENT & CARING and she has sworn to House Thadea, so we’ll have to simple hope and pray she arrives soon before rumours spread.
hello there, here i go again. actually haven’t done one of those in a bit lol but let me bring you The Sad Mom Friend ™. since i am a public information directory anyways, here i will link you to the blog’s index, where you will find info about house leala, corinna’s profile and timeline, some of her app, and the tags; pretty much, all that you will need to make sense of my baby.
however, if you don’t feel like reading a bible so much (i don’t blame yall i’m still embarrassed to have made the admins suffer thru 10 pages of app), bellow the cut is your way!
inspiration: demeter and kore from greek mythology, megara from hercules, sansa stark, jeyne westerling, the tully mamas & daenerys targaryen from asoiaf/got, mary crawley from downton abbey, brianna fraser from outlander
tw: mention of misogyny, pregnancy, mention of abortive intent, miscarriage/stillbirth, emotional abusive maternal relationship, non con relationship (unwanted arranged marriage), implicit depression and ptsd, parental death.
background
first, house leala. a small house, on the territory of the kingdom of rainer -- they are the closest bannermen, within riding distance of the capital, which has made them claim to be the most loyal of the people from the kingdom. their main wealth comes from lake asteria, both the lake itself, and the fertile grounds in its margins; the lake used to have diamonds in it, but now it is all gone, and only recently they have begun to culture oysters for their pearls, which has given a boost to the economy and the status of the house.
corinna was the first born daughter of the current lord leala and lady ellanor leala, nee rainer. there is always an enchantment when it comes to your first child -- children, in this case -- and with cora it was no different. her gender never proved to be a disappointment, and instead her mother, a woman of forward ideas, rejoiced and took the girl as the apple of her eye.
thus, cora grew up by her mother’s skirts, trying her best to both be the best shadow possible, and to please her lady mother. for most part, it seems she had achieved that: she was proficient in her studies on how to be a proper lady (although admittedly, she was a poor dancer); she did not have much interest in broader politics, but had a keen mind for the details and musts of how to keep a household and to care for the people; she was passionately interested in the idea of children, of becoming a mother, of caring for babes, even going out of her way to take care and raise her younger siblings.
because she seemed to be well rounded enough, cora’s faults were often overseen. she was able to get off unscathed after childhood mischief, she had freedom of speech and of thought, and her mother even fed her not so lady-like interests in the flora of the terrain around their house, and her adventures by lake asteria. she lived an ideal life, a life that not many of her gender could enjoy, even those of higher birth than her -- actually, she preferred not to be the daughter of a bigger house; while she was in love with terenthia, house rainer’s capital, she also saw that her rainer cousins had more put on their shoulders than she thinks bearable.
at the dusk of her puberty, her idyllic life took a fall, when she discovered herself pregnant, without a husband. the father (big wc!) had been a boy she cared for too much to burden with a heaviness like this, but she still wanted the child, desperately so. her parents weren’t so fond of the idea. all her life all she knew from her mother was that overwhelming love--now, it took a turn for the worse, for the opposite. when lady leala didn’t treat her unkindly, she simply ignored her -- which, for cora, seemed to be even worse.
still, she stood her ground and refused any discussion of termination of the pregnancy. tbqh she didn’t really think much through, all she could think of was that she would feel fulfilled and useful and everything would just work out in the end, when she saw her child. unfortunately, six months or so in, she went for a sail in the lake, and ended up in an accident that caused her to suffer a miscarriage (google says the term is stillbirth but). the pain and the loss left her in a deeply catatonic state, impairing her of thought, speech and of her warmth, leaving her traumatized enough to even now, still be fearful of bodies of water (a great loss for an avid swimmer as she was).
her mother took advantage of the momentum and shipped her off to marry an unknown lordling (an wc on the main!) to be honest, he probably wasn’t cruel or bad to her at all, but cora was scarred and never truly opened up to him, going as far as treating him with scorn and coldness. she didn’t get pregnant again--which was devastating to her, since she imagined a child could make her less lonely in the strange place; and also damaging to the match, since her husband needed legitimate heirs. after some years, the husband decided to divorce her, so he requested an annulment by non consummation, which she was more than glad to grant him (even if it meant she was lying, and that her future matches would be scarce).
she thought she knew maternal disappointment, but when she returned home after years married, now unmarried and “soiled”....hoo boy. the annulment was an offense for ellanor, who took it greatly; her health deteriorated and she became more cantankerous, finding every fault in her daughter, belittling and attacking. because they all thought if this continued lady leala would be dead within half a year, cora was sent to terenthia to serve as a lady in waiting for her cousin lyanna, alongside her sister elyse, who had already been there for over a decade.
there, corinna found some room to heal. she had her younger sister by her side after so many years apart, she had healthy companionship, more freedom and less judgemental eyes over her than she has had ever since she was a young maiden, and, of course, she had always loved terenthia. although she was far older than most of lyanna’s ladies, she found a place to fit in. she may still have had bursts of melancholia, and become quieter and sharper than she had once been, but she felt herself better, worthy of life, at last.
her mother’s death just a year ago changed that. the guilt came back strong, like a river flood, and corinna found herself obliged to return to leala keep so she could be of service, useful in any way possible. ever since, she has kept herself in mourning, and has yet to return to terenthia; instead she stays to aid her father and her brothers, and to run the household as her mother had taught her to, so many years ago.
personality and interests
cora had once been well known as vivacious, warm and curious. in some ways, she has had a change for the opposite after the unfortunate events in her life.
she has an incredible amount of empathy, which mixed with her undying curiosity, is still an alarming feature (dangerous it was, may even still be). her goal is to help anyone in any way she can, but she is also familiar with taking charge and being an older sister so she can be a bit domineering and more insolent than she should; she is well intended, though, so the minute she notices she has been too harsh, she mostly falls into an anxious daze of guilt, which makes her seem either chilly or incredibly awkward.
she is also very very passionate and somewhat constant with her interests, like, she is still very much into botany, into technology and its uses to improve humankind and she is still unbelievably stubborn, sometimes way more than she should. she is also closed off -- which can be a contradiction when she is modern minded -- and politically engaged at all, which may make her seem too passive to live in a cut throat society as this.
plots
first, the plots i have mentioned on the app that are the most necessary for her characterization/background would be:
her best friend
her past lover/baby daddy
her ex-husband (and/or his family)
however, i am really really excited for everything that is thrown at me. friendships, enemies, maybe people who despise her because they think she’s too passive, people who are interested in her (romantically, sexually, professionally, platonically, idc)
corinna is especially very into female friendships, since she grew with the idea that women are no lesser than men in any way, and that women should have one another’s backs -- thus i feel she might fluctuate towards befriending women more, especially in a way that seems she is coddling/mothering them which is like cora 101, pretty much her modus operandi, like it doesn’t even matter who you are, cora is probably struggling NOT to behave like your mother (and failing lbr)
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100 Follower Special- The Scattered Leaves of Autumn (or: Why Amber is Awesome)
First off, I’d like to thank everyone who made 100 followers possible (it’s 120 as I write this). For a blog I really just started on a whim, this thing has taken off. I’ve got a post that’s racked up over a thousand notes in under two days, I’ve dipped my toe into serious analysis and felt my mind fracture as I imagine a RWBY fan ask the question “What’s your favorite ship?”
So to celebrate, I thought I’d do something I’ve wanted to do for a long time now, and that’s tell everyone how much character Amber is given in six minutes, one fight, and one line of dialogue.
First off, required listening is this loop of the music that plays at the beginning of Amber’s scene. This is, in my opinion, the best instrumental Jeff and Alex have ever produced for the show. It has this haunting, almost ethereal quality to the violin, a soft vocal element that almost feels like it’s part of a dirge for both Amber and the happier times of Volumes 1 and 2. After all, Chapter 7 is where the tone begins its radical shift in preparation for the Fall of Beacon and one of three major points of no return for the show (the other two being Yang crippling Mercury and Pyrrha vs Penny).
We’re introduced to Amber after several still shots of a field with a gloomy cloud cover, setting the stage for what’s about to go down. She’s alone with nothing but a horse and a bag for company until in the middle of nowhere (likely in Vale given the scenes with Adam are immediately before and after the Black trailer) she spies a lonely child with a wrecked bicycle, crying her eyes out.
And what does Amber do? Get off her horse and give the kid an apple while flashing a reassuring smile. Amber is kind, gentle, nurturing and cares for children.
But she’s also razor-sharp. She immediately notices the dust that Emerald kicks up (”Not a foot out of place,” Cinder warned them), and once the illusion vanishes, Amber immediately leaps back and gets her horse to run off. Her cloak is removed, staff out, she’s combat ready in the time it takes to blink.
We get a quick look at how Amber fights, and it seems that she’s fond of hiding in plain sight when it comes to power use- she casually blocks Emerald’s gunfire with her Maiden powers and uses her powers to augment the Dust crystals (wind and fire, I believe) embedded on her staff. Alternatively, Amber is more lax in using her powers in public since this is a brazen attempt on her life and she cares more about staying alive than preserving Ozpin’s masquerade. Regardless, Amber likely fights like this as a way for her to use her powers in public without causing a scene, as thanks to the widespread abilities Dust can provide, Amber kicking up a gust of wind or firing off a flamethrower blast isn’t out of the realm of possibility- just look at what Weiss and Hazel can get up to with their usage of Dust.
But when Mercury arrives and powers through her flamethrower, Amber takes off the kid gloves. At this point, she’s realized that they’re trying to take her powers and they’ve landed a serious hit on her. So she decides to let them see properly what they’re up against.
And we as an audience get to finally see the real power of a Maiden while a choir begins to resonate and then in comes Jeff Williams with a guitar to shake the damn earth.
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This was the audience’s first glimpse at just what a Maiden can do, and it’s a masterful first showing. CRWBY have stated that Amber’s fight was meant to showcase that Maidens could use all four elements and weren’t bound to one (unfortunately the fanbase didn’t get the memo, considering that M&K have had to say this three times now). One of my personal favorite moments of the fight comes from Amber improvising a flechette storm out of leaves that she flash-freezes and fires at Emerald and Mercury. Amber’s power is shown easily through one simple shot, where she looks almost disdainfully down at Mercury and Emerald as they fire desperately at her, not even bothering to deflect the gunfire.
Amber also showed how quick thinking she was after Cinder knocked her down. Before she sees CEM running towards her, we hear the trademark sound of Emerald’s Semblance and Amber gasps at that. She’d heard it earlier when Emerald set the trap, and after Emerald appears she immediately realizes it; Emerald has an illusion Semblance. And based on her behavior later in the fight, Amber subscribes to the Tamora Pierce school of combat.
But first Amber has to deal with Cinder and Mercury. And despite both of them flickering in and out of visibility thanks to Emerald, Amber proves why Cinder had to stack the deck so thoroughly to beat her.
Because she kicks their asses. Even without her staff or using her Maiden powers, and even outnumbered as she is, Amber wins every 1v1 close quarters encounter in the back half of the fight, mostly using raw CQC to wipe the floor with them (you know what they say about never bringing a knife to a fistfight). Mercury only lands a few hits on her when she’s distracted with Emerald, and every time, Amber makes him pay dearly for it. Let me remind you at this point that according to Qrow in Volume 4, Amber only had a year’s training with her Maiden powers. She was a natural-born prodigy.
Even after Cinder breaks Amber’s Aura (and you guessed it, it wasn’t through direct combat, she had to wait for Amber to be distracted before she could do even that), she still keeps fighting like a determined little spitfire, blowing CME away. Amber uses this chance to finally get rid of the thorn in her side and immediately wastes Emerald with a fireball. And despite needing to limp on her staff, Amber slowly but surely makes her way to where Emerald fell, and before Emerald can pull any more tricks, Amber goes in for the killing blow. Rather than waste time on Mercury or Cinder, Amber used her head and went for the person who could cast illusions. With Emerald out of the way, it would have been much easier to neutralize Cinder and Mercury. It was also personal at this point; Emerald had ambushed her, manipulated her conscience and used her own morality as a distraction. Amber had no more mercy left for Emerald, and had she been just a second faster, Emerald’s skull would have been split wide open.
But she wasn’t fast enough. Based on where it looks like she got shot, Cinder’s arrow struck Amber in the spine or may have even pierced one of her lungs. Her eyes widen for a second, mouth struggling to say anything or maybe even breathe, and then Amber falls. She put up a hell of a fight, managed to beat around three very talented fighters, but Emerald’s Semblance was the trump card in Cinder’s deck. Add in some dastardly sneak attacks, and Amber ultimately never stood a chance.
And at this moment, her eyes widen as that realization settles in. That she is about to die, in a random field, to a bitch in a red dress. She tries to stay defiant as Mercury and Emerald grab her arms, but once the parasite bursts out of Cinder’s palm, Amber loses it.
Amber doesn’t scream bloody defiance at Cinder, doesn’t curse her name or provide a quip. Amber is terrified when she dies, shaking in abject fear, which makes her suffering even more tragic and ultimately realistic. She wasn’t just some hardened Huntress who stared death in the face. Unlike Pyrrha, she didn’t get a cool one-liner. Amber begs for mercy and is horrified in her last conscious moments. She was already gone by the time Qrow came to save her, and when she finally started to regain consciousness however many moons later...
There wasn’t a bright light at the end of that tunnel, unfortunately. After months she’s emaciated, pale from the lack of sunlight, and scars still riddle her face. And just as something may come of her suffering, Cinder plunges an arrow into her heart, and Amber dies in a cold, dark vault that serves as her tomb. She got no burial, no grave to mourn at, while Cinder stole a power she never deserved.
To conclude, Amber is one of my favorite characters in RWBY and I can only hope I did a good job covering why. In a lot of ways she laid the groundwork for Sienna Khan’s fandom in volume 5- a dark-skinned woman voiced by a big-name VA who only really had one scene before their tragic demise, but dominated that one scene and made it their own. Amber in six minutes shows multiple facets to her personality- a friendliness and willingness to help children, a smart and ruthlessly powerful fighting style that lets her draw on Huntress and Maiden training, a lack of mercy to those who cross her, and perhaps most human of all, pure unadulterated fear. She dies scared and alone, looking into the amber eyes of a monster, which only makes the tragedy of Amber’s short life all the more painful.
Thank you for reading.
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Hey there, just wanted to say, that I'm totally adore your works and your blog, thanks for working on it 😘❤ can i ask for a batship? I'm 1,7m, blond straight hair, blue eyes, in love with literature and reading, artistic (draw and write for my friends and self expression), fond of video gaming, learning languages, decorating crafting. Very sarcastic and witty, can be stubborn, but always give in when it comes to my friends and family, protective about them af + hopeless romantic dreamer
Hello member of the Jason Todd’s Defense Squad. Here is your ship
I ship you with Jason Todd
How did you meet? You had decided to spend a few days to the beach, away from your home, and with some good friends of yours. Those holidays under the sun were well deserved and surprisingly inspiring. You loved art and every morning, when everyone was still asleep, you would draw the view from your balcony … or rather the lonely man working out on the beach. You thought you were discreet. You were wrong. One day he jogged to you and asked. “ May I see your drawings?” You were shocked but you didn’t show him your drawings anyway. “Don’t be scared. I’m just curious. Why am I so interesting to draw?” “ Because I didn’t know someone could be that sad in this kind of paradisiacal place.” He took off his sunglasses to reveal his big blue eyes. You imagined they were beautiful when there was no bruises and dark circles under them. “I have family issues.”“ I’m all ears. Orange juice?” “ I’d rather have a whisky.” “ At 7.30 in the morning?”
The beginning of your relationship:He wanted a summer fling because he was tired of being disappointed by the one around him and also because he couldn’t allow someone in his life at the moment. It was too dangerous apparently. That’s what he had told you. You had reluctantly accepted because you thought you could change his mind. You did. At the end of the summer, he was unable to fully let you go. He tried but failed. Every night, when he wasn’t feeling well, he was always ending knocking at your window.
Your first kiss:You were having your first dinner together but Jason wasn’t really demonstrative. So the poor waiter thought you and Jason were just friends and at the end of the dinner he wrote his number on the bill. “ No es necesario, hombre. Ella es mi cita” The poor man was so confused he took back the paper. You laughed. “You speak Spanish.”“ I speak many languages. Spanish, French, German, Russian …” “ Wow. And what did you say to that poor guy?”“ That you were my date.” He answered“ I am?” You smiled, so happy.“ Well yeah. Isn’t it obvious?” You shook your head and so he stood up to kiss you. “And now?”
I love you:You had had a terrible fight about his double life and you had told each other awful things. “Stop being a stupid stubborn naive hopeless romantic. This is reality not a fairy tale. You won’t be able to change me! This is my life. Either you accept it or you get the fuck out of my life” ” Fine! This is over then!!” You had regretted your words the second you had said them but now it was too late. He was gone. It was over. Unless… “ I love you. Please come back” Written on a small paper and put under the windshield wiper of your car.
What he loves most about you:How protective and caring you are. Even if he doesn’t admit it he needs something like you in his life
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