#i dont know the fandom tags so i am placing this down gently and watching it sail away

[getallemeralds]

hey if you like the idea of let's plays as a storytelling medium and also enjoy weird scp-ish horror you should check out teequeue's LP of lobotomy corporation it's really good ok bye

#leo chirps #leodoodles #lobcorp #i dont know the fandom tags so i am placing this down gently and watching it sail away #anyway i think bishop should get to punch people more often #shoutouts to solar for listening to me yell abt bishop and talow in their dms :')

[devine-star]

Left For Dead

Fandom: The Last Of Us 2

Jesse x Male Reader! 

Warnings: F slur is used, Homophobic character. 

Nothing else! Enjoy! 

Y/n rolled over groaning at the sound of knocking at the door "wake up lazy!" a kid's voice called. "Im comin..." he grumbled getting out of bed and opening the door to see the 13 year old girl smiling at him "We're on kitchen duty today Bugs!"

Y/n smiled at the nickname and ruffled her short hair "alright kid, let me get dressed." he closed the door and rubbed his eyes as he walked over to the closet; grabbing a pair of jeans, socks, a t-shirt and his jacket that was resting on the chair.

After a quick look over in the mirror, he headed outside to see June playing in the dirt "Come on ya rat," he said playfully causing her to jump up with a smile.

The walkthrough town was filled with greeting from everyone and chatter with June. "Look," she nudged Y/n "there's your boyfriend" she sang teasingly as she pointed to Jesse who was in a tank top and jeans helping unload some logs from a truck.

Y/n blushed and gently shoved the girl "shut up! He isn't my boyfriend" "You wish he was thouuuugh" she sang pushing her way into the cafeteria.

Y/n let their eyes linger on Jesse's arms and the sweat dripping down his back in the summer heat before blushing harder and making his way inside.  

"Bugs!" Seth greeted as Y/n walked into the kitchen "sup boss," he replied with a smile as he grabbed an apron off the hook and slid it over his head tying behind his back.

"Here, cut up these vegetables for me," Seth stepped away from the cutting board and bell peppers and other various vegetables "hey! I could do that!" June said happily.

"Not yet kid," Seth gruffed as he patted her on the shoulder "you're gonna wash the fruits and vegetables as they come in," June pouted "You always get the fun stuff," she hit Y/n's shoulder gently before stomping over to the sink.

In the midst of cutting and cooking the vegetables, Y/n got hot. He slid his jacket off and tossed it to the side before getting back to work; "hey Junnie! Turn some music on will ya?" he said over his shoulder.

After a while, Y/n began dancing a bit while he cut the vegetables and singing to himself. He pushed aside the carrots and grabbed some tomatoes and began cutting but soon stopped with a loud curse "fuck!" he held his finger close to his chest while hissing in pain, he cut himself.

"You always do that," a familiar voice came from behind him, he turned around and saw a very sweaty Jesse.

"Let me see," he said coming closer and holding out his hands, Y/n slowly placed his hurt hand into the hands of his crush with a slight blush.

He then followed Jesse over to the sink and watched as Jesse cleaned his wound with a focus on his face. "I could have cleaned it.." Y/n said softly looking down at the small slice in his finger.

"Yeah but you probably would have hurt yourself, even more, God of Destruction," he teased with a smirk before grabbing a clean stray towel and drying Y/n's hand.

"I am not THAT clumsy," he argued looking down at his hand once Jesse let go of it, "You aren't allowed on runs because Marie is scared you'll DIE" he laughed a bit before plucking up a carrot and popping it into his mouth.

"Hey! Your hands are dirty! Stop!" Y/n said taking the towel from his apron and slapping Jesse on the shoulder a few times. Jesse laughed and raised his hands "Alright alright," he chuckled shaking his head a bit.

"Oh hey, Jesse!" June said popping her head up over the ordering window with a goofy smile "Sup Junnie," he greeted with a wave.

Seth looked through the door "If you aren't assigned here son, ya gotta go," he scolded nodding his head towards the door.

"Fine fine, I'm out." Jesse turned to leave before turning back and winking at Y/n "See you at the bonfire tonight," Y/n blushed and went back to work after putting a bandaid on his finger, his mind running with possibilities of how the bonfire could go.

Later that night, Y/n was leaning against a building, beer in hand, watching the kids run around and the adults all laugh and have fun. "You wanna play tag with us Bugs?" June asked running up to him with a group of kids behind her "Nah you go ahead this time Junnie," he waved off causing her to shrug and run off after slapping a boy called Ian "Tag!"

About 2 hours into the bonfire, Y/n hadn't seen Jesse not one bit he asked around a few times and no one has seen him. Anxiety grew slightly as he realized Jesse was out on the River Route; He was careful but there was always a chance.

Y/n had made his way closer to the fire and was sitting on a bucket bitting his thumb as he stared into the fire with nothing but bad thoughts running through his head. Nothing but images of Jesse being bitten and him turning into a runner or a clicker...

"Fuck!" Y/n called out of fear as a hand was slapped on his shoulder scaring the shit out of him. He snapped his head up and there stood Jesse, hands on his hips with a smirk "Hey Buggie" he said

Y/n jumped up and hugged him tightly "my anxiety.." he mumbled as he buried his face in Jesse's neck.

"Woah...Woah.." Jesse chuckled a bit hugging Y/n tightly before frowning as he felt his neck get wet "A-are you crying?" he pulled away and looked at Y/n with shock "Hey..Hey, I'm okay!" he said calmly with a smile before glancing around "let's get you outta here...Too many people for your anxiety,"

Y/n stumbled his way out of the bonfire, his vision going blurry and black every now and then as a full-blown anxiety attack racked his body. He didn't know where Jesse was taking him or what Jesse was trying to say to calm him down all he knew was that it was hard to breathe and felt like the summer heat was suffocating him.

Y/n was pulled into a building and sat on a couch, the sound of an A/C turning on was noted in his mind as he began tearing his clothes off himself. First his jacket, then his shirt and as he began to remove his pants, two hands stopped him "stop, stop, you dont need to take everything off," Jesse said calmly.

He sat next to Y/n before kind of laying against the side of the couch and pulling Y/n into his chest and pressing his head against his chest.

Y/n gripped onto Jesse as hard as he could as he tried to even his breathing, and focus on Jesse playing with his head and humming softly to him.

About an hour passed before Y/n was calm enough to stop crying and to breathe evenly with small little huffs every now and then.

"What caused that..." Jesse asked softly looking down at him with worry in his eyes. "I thought...I thought you were dead...or got bitten.." he explained closing his eyes tightly "my mind wouldn't stop playing the image of you being bitten and turning and-and" he began shaking his head as tears returned.

"Hey! Stop!" Jesse sat up and held Y/n's head in his hands "look at me, look at me in my eyes!" Y/n opened his eyes slowly before looking up at Jesse, his eyes meeting and seeing nothing but fear and worry reflect back at him.

"I'm okay! Not bitten, I'm here with you!" Jesse said sternly as he gently rubbed his thumbs over Y/n's cheeks. "I'm here with you.." he said softer this time with a gentle smile.

Y/n took a stuttering breath and sighed before smiling gently. "I..I'm sorry," he mumbled searching Jesse's face for any sort of annoyance.

"It's okay, You're one of my best friends, I..I would have reacted the same way.." Jesse said finally letting go of Y/n's face once he realized how close their faces were.

Y/n leaned back trying to ignore the blush that was on his face before taking notice of the one on Jesse's and choosing to ignore it.

"Yeah...We gotta look out for each other.." Y/n mumbled wiping away a fear stray tears before looking towards the clock on his bedside "it's midnight," he noted out loud "Don't you have patrol tomorrow?"

He looked back at Jesse to find him already staring at him when he didn't answer right away, Y/n snapped his fingers "hey," Jesse jumped a bit and blinked a few times "huh?" he looked towards the clock "oh, yeah I do...That's another reason I came to find you tonight."

Y/n narrowed his brows and tilted his head a bit "What?" "Maria wants you to go on route tomorrow with Thomas," he said scratching the back of his neck before sighing "She wouldn't allow you to come with me, says we'd be too distracted..."

Y/n nodded a bit "Oh..Okay.." he slowly stood and stretched his muscles "Thanks for letting me know," "You arent scared?" Jesse asked standing up.

"No, Before I came here, I dealt with millions of those fuckers" Y/n said with a shrug "I'm a good shot," he shook his head a bit before looking over at Jesse. "I may be a bit rusty, but I'll do it," he crossed his arms.

Jesse walked closer and placed his hands on Y/n's shoulders "be careful...I.." he stopped before looking away "care about you," he finished patting Y/n's shoulders and heading out the door.

Y/n couldn't stop his heart as his heart fluttered as Jesse walked out the door, "he cares for me..." he mumbled with a small smile, he hadn't heard Jesse say that much but every time he doe, it drives him crazy.

The next morning Y/n wiped the sweat from his brow as he made his way to the stables, it was early but still, it was hot already. "Morning Bugs"

He looked over his shoulder as June came jogging down the street after him, he slowed a bit so she could catch up. "Hey June," he said sleepily "What are you doing up so early?" She asked.

"I could ask you the same thing kid," he gently bumped shoulders with the surprisingly tall girl. "I got called for stable duty, you?" "Im on route duty,"

June burst into laughter before hitting his shoulder "No! Seriously!" "I was! Why do you think I have my pack with me?" He asked jutting a thumb over his shoulder to the pack on his back.

June stopped with a look of fear "Youre serious?"

For as long as the two have known each other, Y/n hadn't been called for Route duty, but now that he has; June was scared.

"Don't worry JuneBug, We're the two Bugs! can't be separated!" He ruffled her hair as they approached the stables to see all the routes people there.

"Hey Y/n," Thomas said gruffly, he was a man in his mid-30s, never really liked Y/n. "Hey, I'm your route partner today!" he said trying to sound cheerful, "So I've been told," he said rolling his eyes "Pat's in there," he nodded his head towards the stable.

"Wow, grumpy," June said following Y/n into the stables "Yeah, ever since we met he hasn't liked me," Y/n shrugged "Just always tried to be nice but, guess he isn't willing to do the same."

Y/n smiled as Pat came into view, his horse he saved from infected a long time ago. "Hey girl!" he said happily as she snorted and stomped feet at the sight of her owner.

Once everyone was gathered at the gate Jesse began his briefing "Follow your routes, take out infected if you come into contact with anything you can't handle," he glanced Y/n's way "come back,"

The gates opened and everyone was off their own ways, Jesse glancing over his over to catch a glimpse of Y/n trying to make conversation with Thomas as they left "be safe Buggie..." he mumbled before heading off.

Pat clipped and clopped as she walked through the river with Y/n on her back, he wiped sweat from his face with a rag as him and Thomas road into the city.

The sound of infected coming from a nearby building caught his attention "Tom," he called holding out a hand then bringing a finger to his lips. He dismounted his horse and made his way towards a grocery store and peering into a boarded window "infected inside," he mumbled looking back at Thomas.

He stepped back and sighed "Let's get in the-" "You don't call me that," Y/n looked back at Thomas confused "what?" "You call me Thomas, I ain't Tom to you," he glared "Oh okay, sorry, I just figured-" "Figured you could use it cause Tommy lets you call him that?" he rolled his eyes "Call me Thomas or nothin at all,"

Y/n nodded before shaking his head and beginning to search for a way in, "Thomas, over here," he called before pulling himself into a broken window and jumping inside.

He quickly hid behind an overturned vending machine as he heard the infected. Thomas hopped in and hid next to him before he moved to take out a nearby infected.

Y/n did the same taking out the knife Jesse gave him and attacking a clicker from behind. Once done he noticed a half-open door, "over here," he said moving towards it and climbing under it and shimmying through.

He noticed all the infected in the room and quickly turned back and quietly said "come on Thomas, Ill lift this and you crawl through."

But he didn't see Thomas behind him "Thomas?" he whisper-yelled. He then had to quickly move out of the way as he saw a makeshift noise bomb come through the whole. He stumbled to the side as fear raised in his chest "Thomas!" He yelled in surprise.

The bomb went off alerting all the infected of Y/n's position "Good luck getting out faggot!" Thomas yelled laughing before covering the door with the vending machine.

"No! Help me!" Y/n yelled in fear before he began to fight off the infected. This had to be a whole hoard lured into the grocery store by someone or something.

"Fuck!" He cried as he pulled out his gun and began shooting infected one by one, soon running out of bullets. He took out his knife and ran, hiding every now and then.

He let out a loud yell as he was attacked from behind, he stumbled, fell before reaching around and pushing off the infected and stabbing it on the throat.

Y/n fought for his life for around 2 hours before collapsing exhausted.

The silence in the room rung his ears, pain from scratches after being thrown to the ground and shoved against shelves. And he had even accidentally cut his own hand trying to stab an infected in the throat.

Tears streamed his face as he stumbled around collecting what little supplies there was before pushing open a door revealing what looked to be a worn-down hold-up area. It had a bed and a few crates of stuff.

He collapsed onto the bed and groaned in pain, 'why would Thomas do that?' he thought to himself. The last words were spoken to him ringing in his head before he finally caught what the last word was "faggot" Thomas hated him because he was...bi? Gay? Hell y/n didn't know what he was...

But before he could contemplate what his sexuality was, blackness overcomes his senses and he passed out.

Thomas climbed back out of the building hear Y/n scream for help, ignoring it he made his way back over to the horses and unclipped Pat's saddle and pulling it off "get outta!" he called spooking the horse and it ran a few feet before looking back, she didn't wanna leave without Y/n.

Thomas rolled his eyes at the white and black spotted horse before hiding the saddle in the trunk of an abandoned car and sighing.

He then took his knife out and began ripping his own clothes and wincing as he cut himself up and smeared blood all over himself, "that'll do," he grumbled climbing on his horse and heading off towards Jackson once again.

Once he got close to Jackson, he started fake crying, if he wanted people to buy the fact that he and Y/n were actually attacked by a hoard; he had to fake it well.

Once at the Eastside gate he started yelling to open the gate, once inside he got off his horse while fake crying "Y/n was mauled!" he cried out catching Jesse's attention from the stables.

Jesse ran from the stables over to Thomas "What? What happened?!" Thomas looked at him and clung to him "I tried to save him, Jesse! The hoard! I couldn't save him or his body!" he cried.

Jesse pushed off Thomas as he felt his heartbreak "You said you would keep him safe!" he yelled as tears began to run down his face. "I tried!" Thomas yelled back, obviously lying.

"I have to go get him!" Jesse cried rushing to his horse "Jesse stop!" it was Tommy and Maire "he's dead meat out there!" Tommy grabbed Jesse before he could get onto his horse and held him back.

"What's going on? Where's Y/n?" Jesse looked over to see June "June.." he said softly "No...You're lying!" she cried, immediately knowing what was happening. Jesse pulled his arms from Tommy and made his way to June, pulling her into a tight hug "Im sorry June... it was a hoard.." she pushed him away.

"Y/n was a good shot! Always careful! Something must have happened!"

Later that night Jesse sat on the porch of Y/n's house, he was flipping through his sketchbook with tears in his eyes. Something must have happened...Y/n was always careful, he may have been one clumsy son of a bitch but he was careful whenever outside the gates...

Determination filled Jesse's body, he stood grabbing his bag and slinging it on his shoulders and storming off to the stables, he was going to get Y/n.

When Y/n woke it was dark outside, his body was on fire as he slowly sat up. Memories of what happened flooded back and he sighed before standing. But his legs didn't hold him up, he fell to the ground of pain filled his stomach; hunger.

Y/n didn't eat that morning or the night before and Thomas had the route food. He looked around and got on his hands and knees he didn't know what to do...

Jesse gripped the reins of his horse as he looked back and forth with his flashlight, he didn't see or hear any infected. If there were a hoard he would have heard them by now.

He stopped and jumped out of fear as he saw a flash of black and white run across the road by the grocery store up the road. He looked around with the flashlight before slowly moving forward and dismounting his horse once close enough.

He slowly made his way closer to the grocery store then yelled in fear as the white and black spotted horse reared its legs and whined loudly "Pat!" he yelled "Woah girl! Woah Girl!" he called out calming her down and whistling for his horse to come closer.

"What are you doing girl? Where is your saddle?" he asked eyeing the horse who whined and scratched the ground with her head looking towards the boarded-up store.

Jesse looked at her then back at the store and nodded a bit patting her nose gently.

He then climbed inside the same window Y/n had and quietly listened, he heard a body fall to the ground with a thud and moan; infected. He searched the room he was in the noticed the vending machine in front of the door; he pushed it out of the way as quietly as possible and noticed the opening.

Crawling through the opening was kind of hard, once through he pushed the cabinet out of the way and opened the door fully in case he needed a quick escape.

The flashlight shown across the room showed nothing but dead bodies, no live ones. He then noticed an open door on the other side of the room, 'clear it and look for supplies' he thought to himself.

Once inside the room he noticed it was an old holdup, he looked around the room; empty. He walked further into the room then gasped as someone attacked him from behind "hey!" he called out struggling with the person.

Y/n was flipped over the shoulders of the intruder and had a gun pointed at their face. They used one hand to shield the light from the flashlight attached to the person's backpack "Please dont.." he whimpered.

"Y/n?!" he looked closer after the light was turned down "Jesse?" he asked hopefully hoping this wasn't some pain and hunger-induced hallucination.

"You're alive!" Jesse cried pulling him close and hugging him for dear life.

Y/n hugged back tears coming down in streams "you came for me," he whimpered "of course I did, when Thomas came back all cut up and fake crying, I knew something happened..." he said pulling away and holding Y/n's face in his hands again.

"He did this.."Y/n whispered closing his eyes and leaning into his touch "what?" "Once I got through the door to clear the infected, he threw a noise bomb, told me 'good luck getting out faggot' and he ran," Y/n said sobbing softly.

Jesse's anger was almost overflowing but for now, he needed to get Y/n back to Jackson. "Think you can walk? Pat is still outside," Y/n nodded and they slowly made their way outside.

"Where is her saddle?" Y/n asked leaning against Jesse for support. "I don't know, but you can ride with me, I'll lead her back home."

The arrival back to Jackson was filled with rushing to get Y/n medical attention and yelling. Jesse waving a gun in Thomas' face yelling at him for leaving Y/n the way he did.

Once things calmed down, Jesse visited Y/n at home, his injuries weren't serious so he was fed and sent home.

Jesse knocked on the door, that next morning. A soft "come in," prompted him to open the door and peek his head in before going in.

"How you doin Bug?" he asked sitting next to Y/n on the bed. "I'm okay, better now that I'm fed," he chuckled setting down the book he was reading and looking over at Jesse.

"Thomas is being kicked from the town," Jesse said flat out "I.."Y/n looked away with his eyebrows crunched "because of me?"

"Hey, he left you to die," Jesse used his hand to bring Y/n's face to look at him "He might as well have murdered you himself, that goes against all our town rules and morals Y/n"

Y/n nodded gently and sighed looking up at Jesse "Thank you.." he whispered "For looking for me," Jesse smiled a bit and shrugged "I couldn't leave you to die, I.." he bit his lip and looked away.

Y/n felt annoyance fill him, he shifted until he sat up "you what?" he said, he's tired of Jesse doing this "Care for you," he said looking back.

"You always do that..." he said shaking his head and picking up his book again "do what?"

Y/n looked at him before dropping the book back onto the bed and getting out of it limping away from Jesse "You always go 'I...care about you,' like you don't mean it or something, it annoying"

"I do care for you!" Jesse argued, standing and following behind him "Then prove it!" Y/n said turning around and throwing his hands in the air "I just saved your life!" Jesse shouted moving closer.

"That's...that not what I meant.." Y/n said with a cold laugh and crossed his arms leaning against his desk.

"After all these years Jesse...After years of flirting with you..you still don't get it, do you?" Jesse furrowed his brow and crossed his arms and slowly moved forward.

"What do you mean?" he asked stopping in front of Y/n, who refused to look at him. "Look at me," Y/n refused "Look at me" Jesse grabbed Y/n's chin and made him look up and in his eyes.

Y/n couldn't help himself, he lunged forward pressing his lips against Jesse's and wrapping his arms around his neck. He poured his heart and soul out into that kiss hoping that Jesse would understand what he was trying to say.

He slowly pulled away and stared at Jesse's shocked face "Get it now?" his voice was soft and filled with anxiety, hoping he didn't just ruin a wonderful friendship.

Jesse nodded before leaning over and capturing Y/n's lips in another kiss, this time it was fast and needy. Teeth clashed and hands were in hair, Jesse lifted Y/n up onto the desk and moved closer to him, soft grunts leaving the two men in the process.

A knock on the door interrupted them. They pulled away panting for air "Y/n!!" a voice yelled from outside the door, June.

Jesse stepped away and Y/n stepped off the desk, he then limped over to the door and opened it.

June lunged at him hugging him tightly causing him to fall to the floor unexpectedly. "Woah! June!" Y/n laughed and Jesse rushed forward and pulled June off of Y/n "Careful June, he's still sore,"

June looked towards Jesse then back at Y/n, noting their messy hair and flushed faces "And what were you two doing in here?" She giggled smirking a bit "Shut up," Jesse blushed and playfully kicked her from her spot on the floor.

#jesse tlou #The last of us Jesse #TLOU #TLOU Jesse x reader #x male reader #requests open #The last of us 2

[hela-avenger]

poison & wine- part 31

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1394

Summary: Prince Loki of Asgard is in need of a date to take back home. That’s where you come in with a task of your own to make the whole trip with an insufferable prince worth it. Too bad that things don’t always go as planned and you end up giving more than you can take. Fake-Dating AU.

A/N: And so it begins again! GAH, another cliffhanger and another... well, I guess you’ll have to read to find out. Be nice to me in the comments pls. I was the one who had to write this! 

poison & wine masterlist

Loki stops before you’re able to reach the royal hall. You refrain from asking him why as you catch the serious look on his face. It was enough to tell you that he was worried about what you two were about to walk into. 

“This the point of no return,” Loki whispers. “No going back the moment we step inside that room.” 

“If you’re trying to ask me if I’m having second thoughts, I’m not,” you assure him. “So tell me, what exactly am I walking into?” 

“As usual, we will be the center of attention,” Loki answers. “There will be food, wine, and more, but essentially we will be the idol of affection of the people of Asgard. They will be fawning over us with well wishes and gifts.” 

“I like gifts.”

“Of course you do,” Loki chuckles. “Sadly the gifts will have to be turned into the royal treasury but if you see something you like I’m sure I could find a way for you to keep it.” 

“I don’t think any gift can compare to the one you already gave me,” you tell him. “My father’s office… I didn’t even realize how close he was all this time.” 

“Took me some time to find it,” Loki answers. “Your father stayed in the palace in between his travels, but the office held all of his personal belongings. Everything inside it is yours and you may come visit it anytime you’ll like.” 

“I will take you up on that offer as long as you’re coming with me.”   

You smile up at him hoping for him to continue the banter along but he’s silently staring at you. There was a softness to it and you wonder how long he’s been looking at you like this and you’ve been missing it.

“Loki, I…” 

...love you. 

You find yourself stopping knowing this wasn’t the time nor the place to be confessing your feelings to him. You were about to walk into the most stressful and trying times of your lives and you couldn’t put it on the line now. 

“...I’m ready, if you are.” 

Loki nods and offers his arm for you to take. You nestle closer to him as he escorts you down to the royal hall. The guards are quick to open the doors for you announcing your presence for all the court to hear. 

“Prince Loki of Asgard and his fiancee Lady Y/N of Midgard.” 

You’re met with loud cheers and applause as Loki leads you to the thrones that were set front and center in the room. King Odin and Frigga were seated nearby with their own matching thrones. 

“You’re late,” Frigga whispers to Loki with a playful glare. 

Loki simply smiles in response and shrugs, unable to offer her more as the first royal family comes to greet them. 

You hadn’t realized how many royal families were involved in the hierarchy of Asgard but you had met and received so many that it was hard to keep track on who was who. Luckily for you, you were once again allowed to drink wine which made the whole event tolerable, but with the side effect of allowing your mind to stray away easier. Hence, your immense focus on the prince seated next to you. 

Loki was doing all of this with such ease. He knew all of their names before they were announced and he always managed to thank each and every one of them in unique and specific ways. It was mesmerizing to watch and you couldn’t comprehend how his own father could overlook the great work he was showing. 

You took a hold of his free hand squeezing it gently earning you a brief moment of his attention in which he smiles fondly at you. 

“You’re doing great,” you whisper to him. 

Loki’s smile grows even brighter than before. 

“So are you,” he whispers in return. “They love you.” 

You find that hard to believe but take the compliment anyway. 

The next royal family makes their way up to you taking his focus away from you. You didn’t mind enjoying the way he returned to his regal self. It was nice to know that his rare softness was reserved only for you. 

Another round of blessings is heard with chests of gold and ornate jewels to further compensate the message. 

Loki’s hand was still in yours and he squeezed it every few minutes. You chuckled every time he did it which made you believe that was the reason he was doing it in the first place. 

Things finally start to slow down and you look over at Loki to find that he’s already staring at you. You smile at him unable to do much else. 

“All rise for the Allfather, Ruler of the Nine Realms, King Odin.” 

You’re surprised at the announcement and so is Loki as his grip tightens in your hold. 

“I never thought I would see the day when my son, Loki, would find his match,” Odin begins to announce earning a laugh from the crowd. “It has certainly been a blessing for our family to be graced with Lady Y/N’s presence. She has shown pure courage in the face of adversity and has handled herself with care and grace.” 

As if on cue, the room erupts in applause eating up his words. You were unsure if he was being honest or not, but it didn’t really matter. His opinion wasn’t something you depended on but you knew it meant the world to Loki.  

“I would like to be the first to welcome Y/N into our family,” Odin continues before he waves towards a servant. “And in doing so, bestow her this rare and unique gift that is rightfully hers to begin with.”

The servant appears once more, bringing a small case towards you. You let go of Loki’s hand in order to receive the offered gift. 

With all eyes on you, you have no other choice but to open it and amongst the gold tinsel, a small red apple was cushioned in the middle. You pull it out of the case confused at the simple gift until the whole room erupts in loud gasps and murmured talk. 

“The Apple of Idunn.” 

The smile you had been wearing instantly disappears and you turn to Loki to find him in the same shocked state that you were. 

“This is… why would you…?” 

You feel a tightening in your chest, a pure wave of panic and pain, knowing that you were holding the reason your father had not come back for you and your mother in your hand. The real reason he was dead. 

“Your father wished this for you,” Odin answers simply. “And I would like nothing more for my son to have you for more than a handful of centuries.” 

You look down at the apple in your hand having a hard time believing that such a small little thing could have caused such chaos. Even now, it was causing disruption as everyone watched you awaiting your next move. 

“No.” 

“No?” Odin asks in surprise. 

“No,” Loki repeats as he rises from his seat.

The whole hall falls into a silence at the sudden response. You’re quick to place the apple back inside the case unsure of what else to do. Loki had made the decision for you and you didn’t know how to take it. 

“Loki…” you call out to him. “What are you doing?” 

Loki looks down at you, his mask gone, revealing remorse for you. 

“You should go,” he answers. “You shouldn’t have to be here for this.” 

It’s not that hard to figure out what Loki intends to do. He was about to confess to it all and all because he wanted to save you from a life of eternity.  

“Loki, you can’t…” 

“Just leave.” 

“What?” 

Loki turns back to look at you but the man you knew and loved was gone. A different mask was being worn, one that you hadn’t expected to see on him again. 

“Go,” Loki snarls with a scowl. “Just go!” 

You hand over the case to Loki unsure of what else to do with it. You tried to ignore the burning humiliation and collective pitying stare directed to you. Grabbing the silk of your skirt, you run out of the hall without looking back.

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[drkcnry67]

dont let me fall (day 1)

AN: @obxmermaid​ here is day 1: Ice skating!

Fandom Universe: Harry Potter

pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

tags: having a quiet moment on the ice, fighting to have a forbidden school romance, Draco meeting the reader to the ice rink in a secluded part of school grounds on break during the day and the 2 of them use their school shoes to skate on the ice

25 days of hogwarts list

this was your 5th year at hogwarts, this year was one of great importance, for this was the year of you starting to tutor. you had tutored partially this last year, but it was a strange start to your tutoring career, for you got assigned to tutor one student in particular. 

Draco Malfoy, from a pureblood family his father a death eater and a follower of Voldemort. you were a strong opponent in dueling and now in quidditch. for you made quidditch captain within your first few games. 

He was also unfortunately a quidditch captain except he played for Slytherin. the captains tent for Ravenclaw (your house) was shared with Slytherin (Draco’s house) sadly though this was only for show. 

as always you sent a fire message to Draco asking to meet in the captains tent to discuss the practice schedule, but also the tutoring schedule it was the most private place away from prying eyes to meet. 

For during the summer in the last few days before the train boarded to go to hogwarts you and Draco bumped into each other. It went something like this:

Draco: YN, how are you?

Yn: Draco, I'm good, yourself!?

You ask casually as though waiting for a miracle. 

Draco: hiding from my family. 

YN: well maybe i can help you hide a bit. 

Draco: what did you have in mind?

YN: we could hide amongst the muggles. 

Draco: you mean hide in plain sight, live like normal people for a few days.

YN: exactly besides then we could actually be a normal couple for once in our almost year together!

Draco: lets go... 

you both went to olivanders and begged him to let you both use his flue travel. he said he would keep your secrets and you would both be safe from the authorities.  that was the start of your first few days as a normal muggle couple. 

after that the start of your 5th year together, you were 16. your 17th birthday would come at the end of your 5th year. draco’s birthday was a month and a bit before yours. 

this made you feel like a normal person the day that Draco first approached you not for quidditch but for tutoring. this was the time when you would now start to build something other than a rivalry with Draco. 

Draco and you had waited a month and a bit before you would meet in the astronomy tower for the tutoring schedule. to have the first tutoring session, plus you would get to greet each other properly... if no one else was around. 

you and draco had your first kiss that final time in the quidditch tent at the end of your 4th year. it was your magical time, it was your own happy ever after. or at least the start of it anyway. 

Draco had slipped you a note on the split off to the dorms. you opened it when you got to your dorm. you made sure no one was around first before opening it. 

Draco’s note: meet me in the tent during spare... i have something to show you... love Draco...

you smiled hiding the note hearing voices approaching. one of them Hermione, the other Harry. both looking at you smiling like a idiot. 

Harry: are you alright YN?

YN: of course why wouldnt i be...

Hermione: why are you smiling ear to ear and why are you giggling.

you had to come up with something believable.

YN: i was talking with the constellations on the ceiling that leo was telling some really good jokes. made me smile. 

Hermione came to sit beside you.

Hermione: your parents again. 

YN: yes they insist on showing me suitor after suitor when i dont want any of those pompus annoying dirtbags, i want someone real and honest and happy to be with me for me. i just want someone of my choosing, not of my parents choice.

you take a breath as a few tears fall.

YN: i just want to be with someone i love and that loves me in return. 

Hermione: dont worry girl, you will find your special person. 

Harry: of course you will trust me its never an easy thing talking to the opposite sex especially if they arent your friend. you just have to make sure that you keep it either within our house or a wizard elsewhere.  

YN: i know but what if my future lies outside of what im supposed to do.  

Hermione: well then we will cross that bridge when we come to it.

You nod as you realize that there is a few moments till charms. then its your spare where Draco wants to meet to give you a surprise. you would be livid if the next hour didnt go by quickly. 

you kept your cool, you didnt show any excitement. though it didnt help that you could feel Draco’s eyes on you the entire time. you were in your own state of mind. you were just thinking about how this entire time your destiny has been right in front of you. 

professor flitwick: alright class who would like to come up here and show us a new charm they learned over the summer! 

You looked back slightly “stretching” your neck Draco nodded slightly to you. you stood up and spoke.

YN: ill demonstrate one professor, but ill need a volunteer... 

meanwhile draco was looking a little bored, he was keeping up his image. 

Professor flitwick: how bout you Mr. Malfoy you look like your kind of bored. come on down, front and center. 

the class watched as draco made his way from his seat to stand before the class. the rivalry between the 2 of you was legendary, well at least among hogwarts anyway. 

Draco: YN

YN: draco

Draco: let me guess the little girl learned some new spells over the summer...lets see this little magic trick...

You pulled out your wand and stood ready. you stare directly at Draco holding his gaze as you speak the spell. 

YN: SILENCIO

the spell was cast. Flitwick was impressed.

Flitwick: impressive YN, very impressive, keep it up and you could possibly take over my class some time. well, Mr Malfoy how do you feel?

Draco’s mouth was now moving but no sound was coming out. the class laughed as the bell rang, people began to get up and gather their stuff, Flitwick waved his wand allowing Draco to speak again. 

Flitwick: don't forget students to speak to YN if you need any help with your studies and work on your wrist movements. there will be a physical spell test before the holiday break.  see you all tomorrow!

the class dismissed, you walked out of the room with Harry, Hermione and Ron. splitting off to go on your spare. which meant dropping your books off at the dorm and then getting ready to meet Draco.  you heard a bunch of merry excitement...

you looked out your window and see a fresh blanket of snow coating the grounds. you decided that your house colors and some winter shoes/jacket would be an appropriate attire. 

you head off for a walk on the grounds in the snow. sticking to the path you take a spin in the snow falling snow. straightening up for the final approach to the tent. you wave your hand silently spelling the tent, to prevent anyone who might hear anything said. 

you enter the tent. Draco’s head turns toward you.

Draco: your early...

YN: no im right on time. sorry about charms class. i was really trying to demonstrate a simple spell that wouldnt get me into deep trouble. i know now that i am happiest when im with you, or reading your little notes, or happily walking through the streets as a normal couple. i know that my future is lucky to have you in it. 

Draco: how could you think that i would be mad over you demonstrating that spell to the class. i was amazed when you cast that. you continue to surprise me every day, and as long as i live i will not let anyone tear us apart. even if i have to give up a part of myself so we can be together. 

YN: now whats your surprise. ive been itching to know. 

Draco: use the same spell thats on the tent on us. we dont want to be heard. 

you do so, Draco takes your hand and smiles as you both walk outside to see the ground now covered in snow. but one thing remained to be seen. an ice rink...

Draco: watch this ive been practicing... call this a demonstration of what you had me study. 

Draco stands beside you wand at the ready pointing it at the snow in front of you. 

Draco: Glacius!

in a few short seconds a rink of ice had been formed before your eyes. you smiled a few moments before moving to hug Draco. 

YN: this is amazing. well done on that spell. but we dont have any skates... 

Draco: we dont need them. come on we just have to smile as we walk gently across the ice. 

Draco takes your hand and both of you walk onto the ice. Your shoes slide a bit, but between the laughter and slipping you got lost in Draco's eyes, that made you loose your balance. You knocked you both into the snow.

The laughter became softer as the gaze you both held now calm expressions of love expressed through soft kisses.

The both of you got up brushed the snow off each other and then heard the curfew warning bell.

Walking halfway back to the school made things easier to say goodbye but it also made things easier to keep up appearances.

One more kiss before you parted ways. You went back inside and Draco waited a full 5 minutes before he followed.

You make it back to your shared dorm and you go sit on the bed, Hermione come in short while later.

Hermione: how was your walk?

Yn: it was amazing! For the fresh snowfall it is really nice out. I went to the quidditch tent and checked the schedule apparently ravenclaw is versing slytherin tomorrow. That means the press will want more draco/ YN rivalry.

Hermione: well let's rest up, it's a new day tomorrow.

Yn: ya it is. Night cuz!

With that you both went to sleep. Draco had made it back to his dorm room and sent u a little text message saying "good night my sweet love." before he too drifted off.

*to be continued*

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[imhereforthetryus]

Love is Hate and there no other way

(Anti Harringroves pls do not intereact with thid fanfiction your welcome to talk about anything else but this fic yes dont worry about the title i just do dEeP 💩 )

Tags: @thelonious-jagger-smitten @i-am-church-the-cat it glitching and so u might have to use the link

Tw: for abuse and panic attacks i apologize deeply i dont know how to do the read more thing im so sorry

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19911385

I be like we self projecting 👋🤦🏼‍♀️😂 noises

(Why get therapy when u can get bad coping methods 😎)

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Billy's eyes were blue kind of like his mother's blue but not really sure he had the paleness blue of his mothers but her eyes were just different he took a lot after his mother, the same not same eyes and bright blonde curls that seemed to grow a foot a month.

He figured that why Neil hated him so much Neil and his mom relationship was weird, in a way not just the whole abuse thing but that Billy could never really tell who was the victim and who was the aggressor.

Sure sometimes it was obvious when Neil was towering over his mother as she stood on the floor tired and hurt but then there were times when both were yelling at each other and trading insults, or his mom eyes pale and blue filled with rage would hit a plate against Neil, clawing at him and screaming truth be told at first it was amusing but he found himself laughing less and more just watching the scene unfold.

“My little Isla...Don’t cry everything is fine...let me tell you an old story of mine...about the necklace” then she would start weaving tales endlessly he would laugh and she would smile she was always a great storyteller she always wanted to be an actor it was kind of ironic how she was acting all the time … acting like everything fine “Is my bunny happy” he would not and hug her and everything would be fine but it wasn’t and maybe it would never be.

Like how if he had just been able to keep his mouth shut about the new boy at school. Who played with Billy the only child to not shun him, and who drew him a picture and how cute he looked and how he was going to marry him one day his dad anger wouldn’t have increased tenfold forever. His mom wouldn’t have left angry at Neil unacceptable of him but then if he hadn’t he wouldn’t have had his mother there to kiss his bruise stinging from Neil fist and the tears from the word faggot he didnt know what it meant but he knew it wasnt good, but she was there she was awalys there to tell him there was “nothing wrong with loving a boy that love is just loving and wherever and whoever you find it with loves you back and that the only thing that matters Isla”

He missed being a child but was he ever a child he was grown up before he knew it. He forced himself to stop thinking about everything focus on something else,...your eyes he had just noticed that his eyes well they were always blue but their not really blue if that made sense they sort of changed blues but to his drunk mind taking dangerous trips fueled by chugged countless cheap beers at Tommy H. Party it didn’t matter.

If he was drunk or sober one thing that stayed the same was he fucking hated this day...hated how his mother had left him and how she loved him she awalys used to say how much she loved him while hugging him gently like it would make Neils slaps , his red cheeks and tears disappear, as if her overwhelming love bundled with hugs and kisses would make up for it, but all it did was make Billy confused if she could love him so easily why couldnt his dad and then she came back.

Like as if she couldn't bother leaving him alone without the emotional damage of coming back she had only done it a few days at a time after years of hiding away with the words or letters getting fewer but then she had ghosted him a year later but he still remembered that day.

He remembered being thirteen his favourite toy bunny the one his mother had when she was a child and the one he spelt with to protect him from the monsters under the bed when she couldn’t sleep with him that beautiful bunny disposed and ripped to shreds it white fur blood-splattered and it head gone all because “he was too old for them” sitting on the floor of his bedroom just praying every night for his mom to come back and take him with her, and trying to lock himself in and saying his prayer faster as if to make her appear right there and then...and she did eventually on the eve of his fourteenth birthday there she was in the flesh, sneaking through the tiny window and grabbing Billy.

She shushed his protest and laughed at him but she was happy so he was happy and very confused But isn't that the life of a child, to be one without power or choice, always going with the change in the wind and praying for a safe harbor? .Wasn't that always his life going with the wind and following the “adults” he was sure they never grew up his mom was still a believer in hope even in despair while that was surely a good thing for her. it wasn't for Billy nothing was ever good for him. He was a ping pong to his parents, a useless fix it child.

They demanded him to pick a side many times even when there was no fight to be won it was a never-ending war to win his love they bad-mouthed each other constantly but he just stood there trying not to intervene in their war of hate, but he had too sometimes when he didn't want to or else he would be the target they desired to know who he loved more, but in truth there is no such distinction. They asked and should the “right” answer not arrive there is anger, swift and brutal in the form of his mom shunning him and his dad hitting him.

So even when his mom came it wasn't for him but just to win another point to piss off Neil, but he was used to the bribes. it wasn't too bad though he could get used to the perks he decided he would make the best of it as his mom carried him on her slim shoulders, he would admire the stars from above to him she stood like a giant.

Or maybe that the way he envisioned her he couldn't help exaggerate her tiny height even when he was boarding on it. he held on close afraid she disappear again just to let him calm his nerves she let him touch her hair curly, long and blonde a shining clone of his and play with her necklace. She had told him the story about how her grandmother had made the necklace from the last of their metal as a birthday gift many times usually with Neil letting a murmur of disapproval fall from his lips but this time it felt different maybe even magical. As they were walking along the boardwalk his socks light against the board, as his mom flowered him with Ice-cream galore. It was his favorite Strawberry and five scoops high he smiled happily letting the dark light shine across his face and the pools of ice cream melt onto his clothes.

They had come across an abandoned climbing place, an adventure playground of sorts, it was dark and quiet but his mom said it was okay and encouraged him to climb the fence.

She had done it too her heels landing against the sand she had laughed so he did, running up against the wooden structure which reeked of paint but she was giddy like a child taking him everywhere. At some point they ran onto the cold wet damp grass in the rain barefoot, her colorful dresses always finding a way to light up in the darkest nights, the light green still stood out even amongst the grass and as they laid there. His mom rubbing his hair and pointing at all the stars and telling him about it like a well of infinite knowledge.

“You see William that star right there” he had nodded hesitantly she rarely called him William, only when she wanted his attention, she usually called him Isla or Bunny and while he protested those pet names as long as he had been living she had just laughed and just pulled him closer he never thought he miss those names so fucking much. before you get the wrong idea she wasn’t dead but it was like that she was a ghost now refusing to acknowledge Billy but this time there were no secret trips to wherever, maybe Billy just outgrew them or his mom outgrew him he wasn't sure which possibility was worse.

As his bruised muscles cracking with pain,up against his hard mattress nothing like a beating and shitty necessities not like Neil gave a damn to his comfort after all, he give him a semi comfortable bed because “cost” but Billy knew that was bullshit.

Neil would do anything to see Billy suffer it was practically his favourite hobby when he wasn’t gutting the insides of fish but it was practically the same Neil would rail in the fish with bait or in Billy cases kind words and flashy gifts. Then he would wait a bit till the fish took the bait like Billy would let his guard down a tiny bit.Then go in for the kill using his fishing pole and fist to kill the fish slowly and painfully like he would to Billy and he knew for a fact that not only were these mattress so stiff and hard. They cost way more for whatever reason rich people like hard mattresses. but it could be worse his dad could have not given him a room at all yeah it could be worse it was something Billy always thought about him finally getting away from Neil not by his own choice but by cps he tried it before but Neil was so charming and Billy wasn’t ten and a half anymore, his mom wasn't there to challenge Neil and to protect him.

He couldn't risk a visit now so it would never happen not by any fault of his own at least he knew Neil could predict most of his movements.

He heard the horror stories he wasn’t going to subject himself to any more shit and while his dad was shit he was still legally required to provide for him otherwise how else would he use that line in his next argument, to justify his parenting methods and to complain about how hard it was raising a useless piece of shit like Billy and to think of it his father sure loved to complain about useless shit.

But he couldn’t complain he never could without a slap against his cheeks or his dad's famous speech scientifically designed to make anyone who hears it feel like shit which Billy already was, but hey the speech is such a great deal for shitty dads everywhere who wouldn’t love to mentally toture their child when their fist became too bruised to hit them.

And in all honesty Billy loathed that speech more than he loathed himself, more than he loathed his dads fist, more than he loathed girls how he hated to fuck them and go out with them and even more than he loathed Harrington.

Stupidly perfect Harrington who made Billy heart skip and leap, who made Billy blush at an insult who made Billy nervous and not just out of fear, he made Billy scared way too scared.

He could not be with Harrington even if he wasn't straight which he couldn't be because almost all the gays in California used Farrah Fawcett Hairspray it how they found each other.

Not like Billy ever went as far like that even then he was too much of a coward, his pale blue eyes glanced at the alarm finally calm for once because this was his favourite part of the day, when he could just lay in bed and glanced up at the ugly peach ceiling letting his thoughts flowed like a river stream quiet yet loud.

He pulled the wool cover closer shivering in his empty room another form of sadstic toture if Neil wasn’t beating the shit out of him he was fucking up Billys air and heat supply. He never knew when he would be hot or cold plus it was just another way for Neil to keep him on his fucking toes.

Like he didnt do that every single fucking day, with Neil mood deciding if Billy could only get away with a slap and a walk outside in the snow and how he hated the cold, he wasnt used to it . Ofcourse, he was a California Baby he could stand hot weather but not cold especially when he only had one blanket to protect himself. Because everything belonged to Neil if he pissed Neil off too much his belongings would be gone because they were never his , Neil spiteful face popped up and he imagined another cruel smile as he “grounded” Billy.

“You need to learn a lesson about Respect and Responsibility” he saw his dad, felt him “punishing” Billy, he felt his tears and struggled to get out of this hellish nightmare, his breath heavy, breathe breathe don't be such a pussy his panic attack was stopped by a knock on his door he opened the door angrily.

“What the fuck do you want M-..” his father stared at him stone cold and hard like he awalys was calculating watching Billy squirm.

“Is this how you talk to your sister” he grabbed Billy chin and squeezed it tight.

“No sir” Billy tried to make himself shorter, trying to disappear into the wall but it never worked, no matter how he wished it did but his father was in a good mood suprisngly so he let Billy off with a slap and a spilt lip, and Billy could thank him right then and there for not beating the shit out of him for being so rude and disrespectful, but the stare of disappointment and the glare was more painful than the backhand.

Billy forced himself to go downstairs dreading every step to eat with his “family” as far as Billy was conserend his mom was his only family but all his stubbornness did was put Neil in a bad mood.

“You’re Mother is gone Billy suck it up” he would say chewing his steak and despite Billy hating eating breakfast with Susan and Neil , being under his dad microscope was irritating and annoying but he knew if he didn't eat all his food, thank Susan, and be quiet and not exist then there wouldn’t be any food to digest, because Neil had done it before It was either eat everything Susan made no matter how much it taste like horseshit or not eat at all or even worse eat the way Neil wanted him too and while Billy personally thought both options were cruel and unusual toture and neither qualified as the best option but he still needed food to survive so he ate it all.

Every last spoonful in fear for Neil trailing eyes on him, his back arching aganist the chair, eating softly and trying not to throw up watching Max shoveling burned eggs and bacon into her mouth, his mom food was way better.

He glared at Susan subtly as he thanked her how he wanted to go off on her but he wasn't in the mood to skip school today and be bruised. so instead he took his anger out on Max he yelled at her to get up, which resulted in her eating her scrambled eggs slower then finally getting up and taking forever to get ready, grabbed Max by the elbow when she wasn't moving fast enough. he hated running into Neil in the morning who was less of a morning person than Billy and he grabbed her hard enough to bruise but not enough to get shit from Neil.

He ignored her screaming at him to the point where she was being a cocky little shit, and had the nerve to put her disgusting mud covered red shoes on his dashboard, with a little grin that stupid brat and when he told her to knock it off she flipped him off. so he drove like a manic letting his hands off the steering and speeding up just to see the fear in her eyes and dropped her off to the stares of the middle schoolers.

He drove back even faster it was the only way plus he couldn't miss getting ready for his favorite class of the day aka Bothering Steve for 40 minutes, he stood against his Camero letting cigarette smoke fill the air, then he went inside shoving a couple of kids who dared to look at Billy in anyway no one was that stupid to do it on purpose but still he had to install fear or he would be scared.

He wasn't always mean he used to be kind but kindness never got him anything but a broken heart and fag screamed at his face by older boys, a shove to the ground and the laughter of his classmates it never gave him anything but humiliation.

So He hid behind a charming carefree smile and reinvented himself, learning to keep his feelings inside to stop thinking about boys that way. The hurt lodged in that sweet heart like a slow acting poison and before long he became a “problem child,” destined for a life behind bars. He hated his “parents,” hated the system, hated the government and the whole damn world he had to or he would hate himself.

The hate It burst forth in his speech, his actions, his attitude. He got close to people just to hurt them, power at last. Nothing pleased him more than to walk away from a new lover ripping their valentines while they whimpered and ran, To shove a kid down and make him cry to spit the word fag in the kids fave.. To Billy people were “bad, dangerous, and they deserved what they got." Because he deserved what he had gotten.

Steve loathed first period, not only because it's English Class but Billy who made it his personal goal to harass Steve anytime he could which meant every class they shared together. Because Billy obviously didn't think his crude and sexual teasing,his fists and trips down the hallway was enough time to toture Harrington and fortunately for Steve.

There were only four classes but that meant Billy had to make an impression so Steve sighed as Billy came in late what a surprise , came up to him, knocking his books down against the floor, Mrs.Ava looked like she was going to say something but the look Billy gave her shut her up Steve reisted a snort great everyone was intimidated by Billy.

As the minutes of the lesson passed, the ceaseless buzzing of the classroom grew quieter watching them it was no secret that Billy and Steve weren’t pals but a look of shock always seemed to come on their face watching their interactions a quiet glance from Billy made the chatter started up again and they pretended to be talking about something else and looked away.

“Hey Prettyboy” Billy licked his lips at him, slamming into the seat next to Steve, Billy smiled at him.

Steve rolled his eyes trailing the pencil in between his fingers, he was way too tired to deal with Billy “Don't you have someone else to bother” .

Billy pouted giving him a small smirk he even makes puppy eyes look evil Steve sighed.

“But you’re my favourite Stevie” Steve kicked Billy from under the table.

“Fuck off” Billy just laughed and reisted the urge to whimper why was he being so weak it was just a little cut there Billy felt himself ponder looking at Steve who was trying very hard not to look at Billy and to focus on the lesson which Billy should be doing to, but Steve and his perfect lips and how much Billy wanted to kiss them, his soft hair i wonder what it would feel like oh how he wanted to kiss Steve, shove him against a wall, fuck him and punch him all at the same time why do you have to be so damn amazing Harrington.

“Ouch you really hurt my feelings Harrington..I think i just shed a tear” Billy smiled oh how he loved first period plus steve was so cute when he was annoyed FAG his mind screamed he reisted the urge to punch himself, Steve gave Billy a small smirk.

“Bullshit you dont have feelings” Billy chuckled slowly unbutoing his top not like it was open anyways but cmon if he didnt give the cows here a show people might think he a fag which he is , he winked to Steve.

“You’re right about that Pretty Boy” Steve glared and turned towards the window suddenly interested in the blue sky and clouds that dotted the sky. The bell rang finally freedom Steve thought he was one comment away from shoving his pencil up Billy ass.

why does he have to be such an asshole even worse a cute one and yeah it was pretty cliche of him to have a crush on his bully. but like can you blame him Billy was hot and straight his mind screamed at him it was too risky plus he didnt think he could handle Billy disgust more than his fists but Billy was so hot and an asshole but hes a hot one.

Steve groaned in frustration stupid horny brain but this felt weird and different he didnt like boys right i mean, and if he was gay which he wasn’t wasnt he liked nancy for a long time goodness sake then couldn’t he atleast have a crush on a boy who isnt an asshole, but what was he, after all if you weren’t straight then you were gay but he liked both he couldn’t possibly be gay and straight at the same time, there had to be a word and Steve had to investigate it for his sake so on he went after Mrs. Ava class to the library.

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Steve ducked from Nancy and Jonathan he felt bad about missing lunch but if they even knew where he was going they would ask questions he wasn't ready to answer yet when he saw them leave he sprinted towards his car driving to the town library which was well not im Hawkins but the next town over he couldn’t bare to see anyone he knew. He opened the doors to the library entering he was hit with a cloud of dust, and started to look around.

Row after row of neatly lined up books with their spines facing outward, colour coded with dots, fiction section arranged in alphabetical order, young adults section, comfortable chairs, tables for quiet study, muffled stillness.

He took a breath walking up to the resident sub librarian Mrs. Mervil the hawk who stood about 5’4 her lip always tight and pressed as if she was simply always waiting for disappointment as if she never bothered to smile, her eyebrows and eyes were thin and like her whole self her clothes reflected that always dread and uncolorful, so professional and tight. It made Steve parents outfits look casual and who despite Steve best try hated him for whatever reason, maybe it was the blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes those combinations always seemed to despise Steve or just everyone but mostly Steve.

He gave her a false smile “Hi Mrs.Mervil” she turned towards him. her eyes cold and bored she took off her silver rimmed glasses for a young woman she sure acted old she put down whatever book she was reading he examined it, she slammed it before he could see the title but it was a space book for sure.

“What is it Steven” he sighed and gave her a smile he hoped his face wasn't giving away anything.

“Mr.Harrington if you’re just going to stand there and go dont waste my time” he bit his lip and shoved his hands deeper in his cardigan. He couldn’t do this she already hated him she could tell everyone, or even worse whatever worse was. But he needed to know this more than he needed to breathe, he could wait but he wasn't willing to wait.

“I need to find a book...to tell me about my sexuality” at that her face and demeanor softened a bit like she was remancissing she gave him a small smile and lead him towards the shelf her heels dragging along the whole way.

“Alright come along Steven I don't have all day” he sighed in relief and walked up with her, he tried to make conversation as she rustled through the books.

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[bella-ca]

Bound: A TRR AU

Mireya has always known she was different. She just didn’t realize how much. Upon her 18th birthday she gets information that will forever change her life. The stuff of her nightmares is reality. The things that go bump in the night really do exist. It’s up to her and her family to fight these monsters. Her life will never be the same. What happens when she falls in love with one such being? Will she live up to her legacy or become what she hunts?

A/N: My muse kept telling me this story needs to be told. I love anything related to supernatural/horror beings. I decided to name my MC. the Y/N= your name format was a little too impersonal for me. This is a TRR love story. It is a slow burn. This is unbeta. All mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy. Disclaimer: All characters belong to choices by Pixelberry. I’m just borrowing them. Same with the pics they are not mine.

Warnings: violence, cursing, murder, revenge, death, underage drinking. By reading you are acknowledging you are at least 18 years of age.

Word count: 1571

Masterlist

Chapter 3

7 years ago

Before you could scream they attack. Alex pushes you out of the way as they descend. You scream seeing the wolves bite Alex. You hear Josh scream as one attacks him. You reach for your dagger pulling it from the holster. One of the wolves tries to bite you and you lash out with the dagger stabbing it. It howls as the dagger tears into the flesh, the wound starting to smoke and burn. You stab it again and it retreats running away with a howl. You run to Alex and stab at the beast. You managed to get stab it once before you feel the other one grab you and throw you against the wall. Your head hits the concrete wall pain erupting from your skull. You feel dizzy you touch your head and see blood on your hand. You grab the dagger right before the beast comes at you again. You stab it and it howls. It takes off. The other one growls at you before following the others. Once they are gone, You look and see Josh laying next to you dead. The look of fear still in his face. “Josh!” You scream crawling to him cradling his hand in your head. “No Josh please!” you scream looking for your phone. He’s already gone. You hear moaning and look over and see Alex still alive and bleeding out from a wound to the stomach. “Alex!” you scream running over. You grab your phone seeing that it was smashed in the attack. “Shit!” you yell. You place your hand on Alex’s stomach to try to stop the bleeding. “Reya..” He says coughing up blood. “No Alex dont talk.” you tell him. Tears running down your face. You grab his phone and dial 911. You tell them where you are and wait for them to arrive. “Help!” you scream. “Someone help!” “Reya..” you hear again looking down. “Shhh..I'm here you tell him. “You're okay? He asks. “Yes Alex I’m okay.” “I…..I…” he tries to talk coughing up more blood. “No Alex..stay with me dammit. Don't you leave me!!” you tell him tears streaming down your face. “Reya, I have to tell you.” He says looking into your eyes. “I...I...have always loved you. You are everything to me...even….even if you don't love me back.” He tells you tears streaming down his face. “I...I..just had to tell you before I...I….” “No damn you No!! This is not goodbye Alex!” You tell him “You can't leave me!” “I...I..love you Reya.” You bend down and kiss him gently on the lips. You hear sirens in the distance. “I love you too Alex...please, don’t leave me.” He gives you one last smile before closing his eyes forever.

You are in a daze as the police and ambulance find you in the alleyway. You can hear them asking you questions, but their sounds far away. All you can see is Alex and Josh dead in your mind. Alex confessing his love for you and closing his eyes. You don't even notice the paramedics talking to you. “She’s in shock.” You hear one of them say. Then the voices blur once again. You begin to feel dizzy unable to catch yourself. Then darkness.

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You wake up in the hospital with your mom, dad, and sister at your side? “Mireya.” your mom says grabbing your hand. “Alex, Josh...where?” you start to say, then the events of the night flash thru your mind. You try to get up. Your head pounding. “No! Alex Josh!” You cry looking at your mom as you sob. “I’m so sorry Reya.,” your father tells you pulling you into a hug. “No!” You scream crying. You fight to get out of bed. “No!..I need to see them!” you say trying to get out of the hospital bed. “I’m sorry mija. They are gone. You need to take care of yourself.” your father tells you. “No!...It’s all my fault…” you tell them. “They died protecting me! It’s all my fault.” You break down in your mother's arms until exhaustion takes over and you cry yourself to sleep.

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“Is she okay? Liam asks. “Yes she is fine. Her father gave her a silver dagger. She fought and wounded Nicolas and the women and they ran off.” Drake tells him. “I tried to warn her, but she didn’t listen.” He says rubbing his forehead. “You weren't supposed to warn her Drake. You weren't supposed to be seen.” Liam glares at him. Drake looks away rubbing his neck. “What of Nicolas and the women?” Liam asks. “I took care of the women. They will no longer be a problem, but Nicolas fled. I tracked him, but he hid himself well.” “He will be a problem.” Liam says taking a drink of scotch. “Keep looking. He needs to be stopped.” Liam tells Drake. Drake nods. “Does she know what she is?” Liam asks Drake. “I don’t think so.” She has not left her home since the funerals. Liam nods. “Keep me informed Drake. “Once she knows her legacy she could become a problem for us.” “Will do” Drake tells Liam before heading out. Liam sighs. He had heard of the prophecy, the one who would put an end to all of his kind. He never thought it would be a reality. The more he hears about this woman and her heightened abilities, the more he believes that the prophecy is true. She would either destroy or unite his kind for the better good. He had yet to meet her or see her, for fear he might imprint. He has heard stories of how beautiful this woman was and how one look would make him want to protect and even love her. Drake already broke protocol by warning her of the attack. He was supposed to watch her and not reveal himself to her, but he couldn’t help himself around her. If his greatest warrior couldn’t resist her, then Liam knew he had to be strong. There might be a chance that he would have to kill this woman himself in order to save his kind. He needed to be the one strong enough to save his people. All he can do is hope she would understand and that it wouldn’t come to that. He paces back and forth. He needs to run. He waits until dark and then shifts to his wolf form. He runs thru the forest his mind on this woman and the prophecy that was foretold.

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It's been two weeks since Alex and Josh’s funeral. You told the police everything you knew and they looked at you like you were crazy. They said it was probably wild wolves that attacked you but you knew better. The police confiscated your fake ID and wrote you a ticket. They did not give you jail time due to the deaths of your friends and left it up to your parents on how to punish you. Your parents put you under house arrest. You took a leave of absence from your job. You spent your days locked in your room staring at photos of your two best friends. You spent most of your time on the computer researching everything you could on werewolves. Your parents and sister did their best to console you but it was no use. You had managed to get ahold of a bottle of liquor from your parents stash and drank it to numb the pain. Your father had finally had enough and dragged you to the basement when your sister and mom were away for a weekend. “Mireya, we need to talk. This had to stop.” He tells you “Dad, I know but they were my best friends. They died because of me.” you tell him tears falling from your eyes. Your father sighed giving you a hug. “I wanted to talk to you about the attack.” “What about it? “You asked him “I believe you.” He says looking straight into your eyes. “What do you mean?” You ask him. “I believe you about the werewolves.” He tells you. “You...you do?” You ask. “Why do you think I gave you that specific dagger?” He asks you. “It was pure silver. Why do you think the werewolves ran away. Silver is one of the few things that can harm them.” You eyes grew wide taking in your father’s words. “He walks over to a statue in the corner of the room. He reaches behind it and pushes a button you had no idea was there. The wall slides open revealing an array of pure silver weapons from knives to guns, silver bullets and the like. You see a row of books on one side with the name Lycanthrope. You walk over to the hidden room. “What is all this? You ask your father. “Well for starters, It has to do with my job.” He tells you. You look at him surprised. “I am a bodyguard yes, but not the kind you think. I protect people...from werewolves. We come from a long line of hunters. Werewolf hunters.” You look at your father speechless. Your father looks at you with a grin. “I have been training you since you were sixteen for this moment. It’s time you knew about the family business.”

Chapter 4

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“I care for you more than anything else.” royality

wooo so ive never really written royality before so this was a first for me ^-^” i dont think i did as good of a job as i could have done (like with the end) but hey, i did what i could ahha. i hope its okay :)

Romanhadn’t seen Patton much that day, which was odd for the moral side. Deciding tocheck up on his little ball of sunshine, Roman made his way into the hallwayand stopped outside of the white door.

Hepolitely knocked on the door a couple of times. No reply. He knocked again. Stillno reply.

“HeyPat? You in there?” Roman asked gently.

Therewas a light crash and what sounded like a little scramble inside the room.

“Y-yeah!”came in reply. “I-I’m here, one sec!”

Afew seconds later, Patton’s door cracked open ever so gently and only a small sliverwas able to be seen inside the room. When Patton had seen it was in fact Romanstanding outside his door, he seemed to bright up (?) and then stepped outsidehis room, for some reason not letting his door open fully.

“H-heyRo! You okay?” Patton asked, a smile plastered his face. His eyes weresuspiciously red.

“I’mgood, but are you okay?” Roman asked,noticing the other’s slightly messy appearance. “You haven’t really seemedyourself today…”

“OhI’m quite okay! No need to worry!” he smiled and seemed to be okay, if a littletoo cheery.

“Butthat’s the thing, I do worry, you know you can tell me when you’re not okay right?”The prince looked into Patton’s eyes, trying to see if his message got across.

Pattonpaused, and then replied. “Yeah I know, but I assure you, I’m quite fine.” Hegiggled and Roman sighed.

“Youknow, it’s okay to not be okay”

Pattonshifted and looked to the side, not quite meeting Roman’s gaze. “Yeah… I know…”

“Comehere,” Roman opened his arms, offering a hug. Patton looked at his outstretchedarms and then at Roman. After a second, he walked into the hug, wrapping hisarms around the other, burying his face in Roman’s shoulder.

Afterabout a minute, Roman could feel Patton nearly melting into the embrace, maybeeven the odd tremble could be felt. Slowly but carefully, he managed to manoeuvrehimself and Patton in to the royal’s room, doubting the moral side would wantto be standing in the corridor for much longer.

“Hey,shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay now…” Roman ran his hand along Patton’s back andwove his fingers through his hair in a comforting motion. The small motionseemed to break the wall which other had tried to put up and Patton started togrip at Roman’s shirt, shoulders shaking more and more as the seconds tickedby.

Slowly,they moved to sitting on Roman’s large bed, Patton still crying into hisshoulder but less so as he had been before.

“Youwanna talk about that…?” He asked Patton gently when he didn’t seem to becrying as much.

“N-noi-its fine… it’s probably stupid anyway…” Roman felt his heat restrict as hecradled the other in his arms, seeing Patton’s sad face.

“Hey,listen.” He moved his hand a gently moved Patton’s face to face him. “Icare for you more than anything else. How could you think that whateveris ailing you would be stupid? If something is troubling you, I want to be ableto help.” He brushed aside the hair which had fallen across the man in his armsface. Patton looked away but then looked back into Roman’s eyes. “…please…?”

Pattonsighed. “Sometimes… sometimes I just feel down and I don’t know why, nothingseems to be going bad recently, so I don’t know why I’m feeling this way. But Iam and I hate it. I’m supposed to be the happy side, the source of happyfeelings… but I still feel this way… and I don’t know why….”

Romanhugged the other side closer to his chest, “Sometimes there isn’t always areason for why we feel the way we do. And that’s perfectly okay. There doesn’t haveto be a reason.” He rocked the two of them slowly side to side, tucking Patton’shead under his chin slightly.

“Iguess so….” Roman got in reply and Patton snuggled in closer to him. “But… whydo you call me sunshine then…?”

“Well,”Roman made the two of them lie back on the bed, Patton curled into his sidewith his head on Roman’s chest and Roman looking softly at Patton. “You alwaysbring light to everyday we have, and even the sun can get blocked outsometimes, and while those times aren’t the best, the sun is always there insome place, peaking through. And, after a storm, the sun comes out and itshines across everything. Yes, you may not feel randy dandy or quite grandy,”Roman smiled and hugged Patton a little closer. “But that’s okay. You don’t alwayshave to feel like you have to be happy all the time.”

“Thankyou, my prince.” Patton whispered to Roman and let a few tears slip.

“There’snothing I wouldn’t do for you, my sunshine.” He smiled and pressed a kiss tothe other man’s hair.

Theylaid there for a while in comfortable silence, until Roman spoke again, with alittle more energy. “Now what do you say we watch some Disney movies and kickback?”

Pattongiggled and relpied, “Yeah, that sounds wonderful.”

Andso that’s how they spent their evening, Patton curled into Roman on his bed,and Roman making sure Patton was okay while the two snuggled together watchingDVDs.

Sowhat if his little ball of sunshine wasn’t always feeling the greatest? Romanloved and will always love him despite of this, and Patton would always be his sunshine,no matter what.

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[lorilane33]

Anytime He Wants

Summary: The reader and Dean are undercover as an engaged couple at a wedding reception. Something shifts between the two hunters. 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,620

Warnings: ABSOLUTELY NONE. This is the fluffiest fluff to fluff. 

A/N: So this is for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog‘s RomCom Fluff Challenge, and I had prompt #70 from Sweet Home Alabama “So I can kiss you anytime I want.” (it’s bolded) This is also my first challenge ever. It was a lot of fun to write off of a prompt again! :) Hope this is fluffy enough for you, Mimi! Love you!

Dean Winchester is not a man who does relationships. He’s known for picking up girls in bars, leaving with them for a night and never seeing them again. So when you find yourself undercover, glued to his side as his fiancee for the evening at a wedding reception, it’s a bit weird to say the least. If you are honest with yourself, you have always harbored a crush for Dean since you moved into the bunker two years ago, you just never said anything for fear of ruining the amazing friendship the two of you shared.  

 Every time you’d overheard him flirting with some girl in a bar you had always wished he was flirting with you instead. The words he would use and how he would use them never failed; you knew that if he ever used his charm on you you’d be a puddle faster than anyone thought possible. You weren’t looking forward to him sweet talking you tonight though. The two of you were undercover and if he used it tonight it would just be part of that. Hearing him sweet talk you, only to know in your heart that he didn’t mean any of it would just be too much to handle. However, since the two of you had been at the wedding, he had yet to use any of his usual lines or tricks and it was making you nervous.

You will admit though, feeling Dean’s warm hand on the small of your back as the two of you socialize for the case is comforting. His hand is a silent reminder that he has no plans to leave your side. You’re admiring the ice sculpture picked out by the bride when you feel his thumb start to caress your back, and soon you feel a slight pressure to the side of your head. Dean pulls his lips away from your temple and leans down to whisper in your ear, “You know, I never did tell you how absolutely stunning you look tonight, y/n.”

You quickly turn to face Dean, a blush taking up residence in your cheeks as you look up into his piercing green eyes. Remembering to play along you weave your arm under his, and settle it around his waist, your eyes still on his as you smile shyly. “Thanks, babe. I wasn’t entirely sure how it would look. I don’t usually wear dresses like this, you know.”

He chuckles, a rumbling sound that rumbles through his chest and into your soul, warming you from the inside out. “This is true. Comes with the territory, I guess. Just means we should go out more often.”

The way Dean’s looking at you when he makes his last comment causes your heart to flutter, but before you can think too heavily on it Dean says, “Hey, would you mind dancing with me, y/n?” All you can do is smile and nod your agreement as he pulls you onto the dance floor.

As the two of you make it to the dance floor his hand finds its way back to the small of your back, gently pulling you to him, as his other hand grasps yours in his holding your entwined hands over his heart.  You free hand finds its way up to his shoulder. The two of you just sway back and forth for a bit, letting the music wash over you, no words needing to be spoken.

A couple of minutes pass, and as you are glancing over Dean’s shoulder you feel his lips close to your ear as he starts to speak. “I want you to know, that I was serious when I said we should go out more. We don’t even have to go out somewhere to go out. I just want to spend time with you with the intention of kissing you at some point.”

You suddenly inhale sharply and pull back slightly so you can look Dean in the eye, hoping he’s saying what you think he’s saying. “Dean, what are you saying?”

He smiles and softly squeezes you closer to him as he answers you. “Y/n, I’m saying I’d love to take you out. Go on dates with you. Do the romance thing with you. Babe, I’ve fallen for you, and I’ve fallen hard.”

Glancing down at his lips, suddenly you’re filled with skepticism. Now eyeing him, you arch your brow and question. “You? Want to be with me? Like, exclusive be with me? Dean, did you drink the punch? There’s a rumor going around that someone spiked it.”

Dean shakes his head and laughs, then leans forward far enough that his forehead rests on yours. He smirks. “Yeah, I heard that too. But I haven’t had any because I wanted to be sober for tonight. It’s not every day you ask the woman you love to be your girl, now is it?”

Rolling your eyes you pull away enough to rest your head on his chest, your insecurities making themselves known. “Now Dean, why in hell would you want me to be your girl? I’m nothing special. I’m nothing like those girls you pick up in bars. I don’t have gorgeous long hair, I don’t have an hourglass figure, and I sure as hell am not a single digit size.”

You feel his body go rigid underneath your hands. His lips connect with the top of your head in a comforting kiss. “Y/n, is that seriously what you think?” He reaches a hand up, lifting your chin until you’re forced to make eye contact. “Of course you’re not like those girls from the bars. I’d hope to Chuck you’re nothing like them.” His eyes flicker back and forth between yours, trying to gauge how you’re taking his confession. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. Your hair is so adorable in the morning when you have your severe cases of bed head. And your hips? Holy shit they’re intoxicating, y/n.”

Hearing him telling you what he loves about you is almost too much, and you try to look away as you blush furiously. His grip keeps you from turning away, and he smiles. “Hey, I’m not done honey. The girls from the bars might be single digit sizes, but I can guarantee that’s probably their IQ level as well.” He moves his hand from your chin to lightly caress your cheek as his eyes flicker to your lips, which causes you to subconsciously wet them with your tongue. “You’re like a siren, babe. And there’s no way in hell I have the power to walk away. Not that I’d ever want to.”

Before Dean can say anymore, you raise up on your toes and press a kiss to his lips. Reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, you press yourself even closer to him. He responds almost instantly by wrapping his arms around you and sucking on your bottom lip. The two of you don’t deepen the kiss, but keep kissing nonetheless until you both are desperate for air. Breaking apart, you smile up at Dean through your lashes. “So, what was that about wanting me to be your girl?”

“Y/n, I want you to be my girl. I want to wake up next to you in the mornings and love you forever.” He runs his hands up and down your back, his smile making you swoon in your head.

You press a chaste kiss to his lips. “And why do you want to be with me?”

Dean thinks for a second, looks into your eyes, and with the utmost conviction says, “So I can kiss you anytime I want.”  And leans in to place a kiss on your lips that is so full of love and emotion, and you’re thankful that he’s holding you because otherwise your knees would give out and you’d fall.

The kiss is making you dizzy, but you’re pulling away from Dean suddenly, you cock an eyebrow and stare at him. He’s got a shit eating grin on his face and you can’t help but break your stare and start laughing as you softly swat his chest. “Dean Michael Winchester, did you just quote Sweet Home Alabama?”

If at all possible, Dean’s grin widens as he winks at you. “Oh, baby. You know it. Sweet Home Alabama might be a chick flick, but I pay attention when you force me to watch those. Jake is a smooth man, and it worked like a charm. I mean, Melanie fell for it when they were six. But ignore the fact that it’s Jake’s line; it seemed like the right thing to say because it’s one of the truest statements I could come up with. Because if you’re my girl I get to kiss you, hug you, love you.. and love you, anytime I want.” His eyes darken as his hands gently slide down from their place on the small of your back to settle on your hips, his thumbs rubbing softly against your hip bones.  “And y/n, that’s all I want. That’s all I’ve wanted for a long time.”

Your breathing hitches when you catch his intentions, and your heart soars. Hearing what Dean has to say makes you realize just how lucky you are to have him, and how much you feel the same way. Who knows, maybe you’ve felt the same way the entire time. But what matters is that right now, the two of you both know how the other feels and it’s a good thing. Smiling, you look up at him. “Well then, Winchester. Looks like we’ve got some making up to do.” You pull Dean down into another searing kiss filed with the promise of more to come.

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[diopan]

The Fighter

short berserk boxing au

in the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade and he carries the remainders of every glove that laid him down and cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame “i am leaving, i am leaving” but the fighter still remains

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Throwing matches shouldn't discourage him.

By the end of it, he received money not bet on him. That was the sole reason he fought. The only reason he was there at all. As it was, later, in the dressing rooms, he’d look around at the other fighters and felt disgust. All the same, money would be in his pockets soon enough. On other people’s pockets, too, and they’d celebrate. Except those who had bet on him. He couldn’t blame them. People could celebrate, they just never celebrated him. Even when he actually won, which wasn’t often. Or more like only because he lost. Because the odds always looked bad for the others, his opponents, and never for him. And so business was good, if you bet against the odds. If you were in the know. But he wasn't a gambler, never been. He didn’t bet on himself. Just lost or won, depending on what was needed of him, right there, right then. Depending on what the old man told him to do; he was a gambler, the old man, always been, but he never bet on Guts, either. Bet only on his failure. Been betting on it ever since the failure of his birth. At least the old man was consistent. Not bad for a gambler.

Throwing matches shouldn’t discourage him yet there he’d been one day, after a match, filled with disgust, staring at the new wave of fighters coming in. Staring at him. Coming in with an army of followers, as if this wasn’t a dirty old backwater town’s poverty riddled boxing ring no one cared for. As if this place was something else entirely. As if he was something else entirely. Someone.

He and Guts were not in the same league, of course. Some other weight. Lower? Lower, of course. But the first thing Guts thought when he first saw him that day was that his face was beautiful. And that it would be a shame if others punched it. Though it sure looked like no one ever did, or it would've been marred, deformed. Like his. Like everyone else’s.

That was the first time, though, his first thought. Later he would get used to seeing that face in the crowd at his matches, as if he knew the schedule, as if his smug grin knew the outcome beforehand, too. Always there, staring. Disappointed? Something like it. Something else too, wholly different.

So he started attending that guy’s matches, too. Just watching him. (Learned his name was Griffith, learned his record was unbeaten, learned Griffith should not have been there. He should not have been there, either. At Griffith’s matches, that is, in the crowd, watching matches he had no vested interest in but unable to look away or leave.)

And of course, Griffith never threw his fights. Always won. Maybe his opponents did, throw their fights, but for a second, Guts thought it wouldn't even be necessary. Nothing to arrange. Nothing to bet against or even for. Griffith won because he won. He deserved it. He stopped himself to grin, standing at the back of the small backwater town’s gym, the sweaty necks, sweaty heads, sweaty hands of other watchers hiding him, hopefully hiding him from view of the one on the ring. That he would have that kind of faith for a beautiful face, he had to laugh at himself. That he would have that kind of faith for anyone. Or faith at all.

He did, though. Every time he stayed behind after throwing his match, every time he shot down some gambler’s uncalled for comments, every time some sweaty, bearded guy reeking of the same alcohol the old man reeked of, thought he could be friendly, thought he could say it was good for business that the pretty face always won and the big guy always lost, he thought how they were not the same. Griffith and him were not on the same weight bracket. Not on the same level.

And so he expected the first time Griffith was there to witness his victory to be different. Something else. Not sure what, but something different. All Griffith said when they found each other in the lockers was « I didn’t expect you to win. »

No one did, really. Except the old man had instructed him last minute, near the lockers, behind that same bench, that it was to be done, because they—both of them he said but included others too—they needed to have this guy lose all his money.

Victory didn’t taste any different from defeat. It was failure all the same. But this time, it was something else. Unexpected. In the dressing rooms (Griffith didn’t have a match that day, he shouldn’t have been there but he was) Guts, sitting on that bench, towel over his head, mouthpiece still in place, for the hell of it, found himself gazing upwards to a beautiful face, expecting to feel disgusting, but feeling something else. Something wholly different. « Let’s fight. »

I could. Make something of myself. Understand.

It would've been easy to say no, to win, to lose, to be sacked and lose every cent he could ever hope to make, lose every single thing the old man had. So easy to follow that man's path and say, yes, that's me too, I’ll win, I’ll lose, no matter the outcome, just for myself. Just that. For the hell of it. But that wasn't him. Winning had never been a priority. (Losing hadn’t either). More like a curse. Staying alive, eating, having a place to live, no, a place to stay, getting on the ring to throw punches, no matter the consequence, at least that made some sense. At least most days, these days. Used to be every day before these days. But these days. These days not a lot of things made much sense anymore.

You can't live off dreams, he still remembered being told. Not people like him, not the old man. You can’t live off dreams, Guts, Gambino said, once or twice, when Guts still thought making pro would mean something, would have any kind of effect, had any sense to it at all. You can’t live off dreams. Others though. Maybe.

Maybe others could live off their dreams and follow them through, with their unmarred faces and flawless record and offering to fight him, from a different weight, and winning, and losing, and betting nothing.

Fighting for the fun of it.

Sitting in the locker after a fight and gazing up at a beautiful face.

Standing in his corner after the gym had closed up for the day. « It’ll just be the two of us. » Gloves on his hands, excitement in his vein, a broad smile on his face.

For the hell of it.

Throwing a punch, catching one, never aiming for the face—not wanting to—but taking cuts to his jaw, putting up his arms, putting them down, being held against the ropes.

Against the ropes.

His muscles aching and tired from exertion and his smile still in place.

« Are you having fun? » The words muffled by the mouthpiece, but distinctly clear. And yes echoing through every one of his bones and muscles. Yes. I’m having fun.

Blocking blows with his forearms, with the gloves close to his face, his feet wide apart, mesmerized by the graceful fluid movements of his opponent, his footwork, his hair tied up and some locks coming loose to frame his face. To frame his smile.

« I’m having fun too. »

And not winning. Not losing. Just finishing the match out of exhaustion, continuing it afterwards at a ramen place, nursing their bruises with the warm broth and the cool air of a winter night on their backs as they make their way through town, nowhere special, nowhere in particular. A match of equals that draws longer and longer through the night and is punctuated by words shared with little caution, thrown like blows on the ring, that leads them to the door of Griffith’s apartment where he lets his hair down and Guts finds his hand—red bloodied knuckles—twirling around one of the locks.

Griffith wins, though.

When he takes Guts’ hand in his and kisses the wounded knuckles softly, gently. Knock out.

That fight is, like everything with Griffith, something else. Something like a reason. Like a place to live.

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tumblr is dead but sometimes i find myself missin the berserk fandom (which means the five ppl i used to regularly talk to abt berserk which means i still talk to most of them just not abt berserk) like u miss that summer u’ll never get back or ur backpackin trip thru southamerica when u saw the sun rise in macchu picchu or that winter u spent lookin for four leaf clovers in ur backyard & it didn’t snow even once cos now uve grown & u dont hve time for all that and so here’s this

ps does anyone still use that tag btw

#GriffGuts #not the berserk tag

[wayward-marvel-sommer1196]

Tag Game

Rules: you must answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

Tagged by @kdfrqqg It’s been awhile since I’ve done one of these lol. I wasn’t even in the SPN fandom the last time I did one. 

1. Drink? Pepsi

2. Phone call? My dad

3. Text message? My sister

4. Song you listened to? Say You Won’t Let Go by: James Arthur (literally gives me goose bumps every time I listen to it.) 

5. Time you cried? 4th of July (Don’t ask) 

6. Dated someone twice? No, I’ve only ever had one REAL boyfriend and a bunch or near misses

7. Kissed someone and regretted it? Never kissed anyone 

8. Been cheated on? Nope

9. Lost someone special? Yes 

10. Been depressed? Yes, like all the time 

11. Favorite colors? Purple, Blue, and recently Red 

In the last year, have you… 15. Made new friends? Yes

16. Fallen out of love? Love-love no, semi-love yes 

17. Laughed until you cried? I dont think I’ve ever laughed til i cried??? Laughed until my stomach hurt sure but not til i cried 

18. Found out someone was talking about you? Unfortunately 

19. Met someone who changed you? Yes, not in a good way 

20. Found out who your friends are? 100% yes I love my girls so much

21. Kissed someone on your facebook list? No one that wasnt in like a family matter 

General 22. How many of your facebook friends do you know in real life? a solid 97% only because some are family that ive never met. 

23. Do you have any pets? No Dad hates pets, but do babies count? because they are equally as frustrating and I live with two under the age of 3.

24. Do you want to change your name? yes too many jokes and annoying nicknames

25. What did you do for your last birthday? Got my hair done, had some pudding cake, and went to Iguana Mia for a free lunch with my mom and her boyfriend and then binged Gilmore Girls b/c mom didnt feel well so we went home and did nothing after like 2. 

26. What time did you wake up? 7:30 because of the babies I live with but didnt get out of bed till 8:15

27. What were you doing at midnight last night? On here actually 

28. Name something you can’t wait for: Graduating College but that ties with Getting Married 

29. When was the last time you saw your mom? a few weeks ago?? I know im horrible but her work schedule is all over the place and my life is so unpredictable but i do try and talk to her every other day. 

31. What are you listening to right now? My family messing around 

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? yes

33. Something that is getting on your nerves? my job not giving me shifts and my step nephew with his lack of respect for adults 

34. Most visited website? Tumblr

35. Hair colour? Dark brown with a tint of burgundy because I havent gotten it dyed since december (my bday) and red washes out real fast but leaves subtle traces especially in the sun

36. Long or short hair? As of now on the shoter side, like shoulder length, but if you would have caught me a month ago it would have been hella long got 10 inches cut off 

37. Do you have a crush on someone? As of now NO because my last crush stomped on my heart and crushed then ran it over with a semi so I have sworn off men unless celebrities count????

38. What do you like about yourself? Honestly, right now nothing thats one of my issues. BUT if I had to pick I guess my loyalty??

39. Piercings: just your standard, run of the mill ear piercing 

40. Blood type: 0+

41. Nickname: Don’t have one because I refuse to share what my mom called me throughout my childhood. So i just go my full name Sommer

42. Relationship status: single and hating men 

43. Zodiac: Sagittarius 

44. Pronouns: She/Her

45. Favourite tv show: UGGGHHH too many. SPN, most superhero shows, most crime dramas, Greys Anatomy, and more. I used to be a tv addict and started watching a bunch of shows and although i dont watch them much anymore doesnt mean i dont still love them

46. Tattoos: Yes, on my right foot. Its part two to a quote that me and my sister got together. “....but thankful for the one ive got.” she got “A perfect sister i am not.....” 

47. Right or left handed: Right

48. Surgery: If getting my wisdom teeth taking out (all four of them at once) counts then yes other than that no.

49. Piercing: Already answered 

50. Sport: None, I suck at all sports and hate them all too. I was and am more of a book person than a ball person, but I do enjoy a leisure swim on occasion

51. Vacation: Would love to take one but im broke. My last was a high school trip right before i started my senior year where we traveled through five states making stops in each until we ended in indiana for the convention we needed to go to and then came back.

52. Pair of trainers: don’t know what this means

53. Eating: I wish I was lol My dinner sucked ass. Man, I wish I had a nice juicy steak right now with a baked potato and asparagus yum 

54. Drinking: at the moment nothing but the last thing I drank was at like 2 pm and now its almost 10 (oooppps) and that was a mocha coffee from DD

55. I’m about to: take a shower then outline some god damned stories that are haunting me right now 

56. Waiting for? something good to happen in my life for once 

57. Want? To be prettier, but I am slowly losing weight which is helping that problem. OOOOHHH and my best friends to be with me right now

58. Get married? I would love to at some point. Not anytime soon, but I also have to find someone who can put up with my difficult moody ass for the rest of our lives sooo..... that could be awhile

59. Career? Now none after college hopefully a forensic scientist/CSI since that is what my degree is going to be in

60. Hugs or kisses? Bith

61. Lips or eyes? On an S/O eyes hands down on me i guess my eyes

62. Shorter or taller? On an S/O taller I guess I have a type lol a bit of a height kink. On me shorter im only 5′2

63. Older or younger? Older although if it was only like 2 years younger Ii would be cool with that just not any further 

64. Nice arms or nice stomach? These questions are so superficial and I feel superficial for answering them but I guess in a S/O stomach on me I have neither soo...

65. Hook up or relationship? Relationship, im a sappy sappy romantic at heart a hook up is too impersonal and so crass I want the feelings 

66. Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

67. Kissed a stranger: No

68. Drank hard liquor: Being that I am only 19 I’m legally obligated to say no, but my oldest sister is a horrible influence so I may have had a taste a few times 

69. Lost glasses/contact lenses: No but I have lost a retainer, twice, in the garbage. Yeah my parents werent to happy with me 

70. Turned someone down: Depends? for a date no. for anything havent we all. sex never been offered.

71. Sex on the first date: Virgin, so no and I’ve only had one real boyfriend that wasnt really a relationship anyway so yeah

72. Broken someone’s heart: I want to say no, but I guess I have not in a relationship way but you can break anyones heart for any nimber of reasons

73. Had your heart broken: Hell the fuck yeah but so many damn people 

74. Been arrested: No, close once but the store guy let me go on a warning

75. Cried when someone died:  Yes, doesnt everyone unless the deseased is like an axe murderer or something

76. Fallen for a friend: Ugh this question. I hate it so much. Yes, that boyfriend I mentioned that was the situation and that didnt end well. And then my sophomre year I was like in LOVE with this kid I had known back in elementary school and he was my best friend and he was out of my league and let me down gently. Then i fell for my frenemy my senior year, but he neber knew and it was just a phase for me I guess it didnt last long 

Do you believe in… 77. yourself?  Wish the answer was yes, maybe come again another day? 

78. Miracles?  sometimes 

79. love at first sight?  I would like to but Ii just can’t

80. Santa claus? I wish, but I am glad to pretend for my niece and nephew 

81. Kiss on the first date? Sure if it went well 

82. Angels? Nope. Sorry 

Other 83. Current best friend’s name: Well, I got three. They are my girls, my squad. Weve all been best friends for going on 4 four years. Sam, Dana, Solange 

84. Eye colour:  Brown, boring I know

85. Favourite movie: Can’t choose just one so like the entire Marvel franchise? Can I do that? Too bad I just did 

Im supposed to tag 20 more people but honestly my hands are cramping its after 10 and I really need a shower so if you want to take a crack at this I totally encourage you too. 

[triptaech]

A B C + BOLD + 10 Q’s

ABC tag ;

tagged by my fave drunk pigeon @ohsuga ;)

AGE – 19

BIGGEST FEAR – being alone

CURRENT TIME – 11:19 pm

DRINK YOU LAST HAD – water

EVERYDAY STARTS WITH – contemplating my existence

FAVOURITE SONG – i……have too many……

GHOSTS, ARE THEY REAL? – maybe

HOMETOWN – in the woods

IN LOVE WITH – kim taehyung

JEALOUS OF – kim taehyung

KILLED SOMEONE – maybe

LAST TIME YOU CRIED – reading a fic

MIDDLE NAME – no middle name

NO. OF SIBLINGS – two younger sisters

ONE WISH – for bts to let me live for once

PERSON I LAST CALLED/TEXTED – a friend

QUESTION YOU’RE ALWAYS ASKED – sam why are u like dis

REASON TO SMILE – taehyung just posted a selfie, taehyung loves gucci, bts is alive and happy—

SONG LAST SANG – ilysb by lany

TIME YOU WOKE UP – 6:00 am because alcohol hates my body’s alarm clock

UNDERWEAR – blue

VACATION DESTINATION? – south africa and greece!

WORST HABIT – being alive

YOUR FAVOURITE FOOD – anything edible i eat everything

ZODIAC – aries/taurus but more aries

BOLD tag ;

tagged by @taeverie, @zephyoongist, @taesthetes & @kittae <3

→ appearance:

I am 5′7″ or taller I wear glasses 
I have at least one tattoo 
i have at least one piercing 
i have brown eyes (v dark tho) 
i have short hair 
my abs are at least somewhat defined 
i have or have had braces  
There is something I would change about the way I look 

→ personality:

My Hogwarts house is: Gryffindor Hufflepuff Ravenclaw Slytherin 
I am an introvert 
i like/love meeting new people 
people tell me that i’m funny 
helping others with their problems is a big priority for me 
i enjoy physical challenges 
i enjoy mental challenges 
i’m playfully rude with people i know well (gently shoves everyone i know) 
i started saying something ironically and now i can’t stop saying it 
There is something I would change about my personality

→ ability:

I can sing well (sorta) 
i can play an instrument 
i can do over 30 pushups without stopping 
i’m a fast runner 
i can draw well (sor ta????) 
i have a good memory 
I’m good at doing math in my head 
i can hold my breath underwater for over a minute 
i have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling 
i know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch 
i know how to throw a proper punch

→ hobbies:

i enjoy playing sports 
i’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else 
I’m in a orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else 
i have learned a new song in the past week 
i work out at least once a week 
i’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months 
i have drawn something in the past month 
i enjoy writing 
Fandoms are my #1 passion 
i do or have done martial arts

→ experiences:

i have had my first kiss 
i have had alcohol 
i have scored the winning goal in a sports game 
I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting 
i have been at an overnight event 
i have been in a taxi 
I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year 
I have beaten a video game in one day 
i have visited another country 
i have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts (NOT ENOUGH)

→ relationship:

I’m in a relationship 
i have a celebrity crush 
I have a crush on someone I know 
i have been in at least 3 relationships 
I have never been in a relationship 
i have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them 
I get crushes easily 
I have had a crush on someone for over a year 
I have been in a relationship for at least a year 
i have had feelings for a friend

→ my life:

i have at least one person i consider a “best friend” 
i live close to my school 
my parents are still together 
i have at least one sibling 
i live in the united states (but not originally from the US) 
There is snow right now where I live 
i have hung out with a friend outside of school in the past month 
i have a smartphone 
I have at least 15 CDs 
I share my room with someone

→ random shit:

i have breakdanced 
i know a person named jamie  
I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce 
i have dyed my hair 
i’m listening to one song on repeat right now 
i have punched someone in the past week 
i know someone who has gone to jail 
I have broken a bone 
I have eaten a waffle today  
i know what i want to do with my life 
i speak at least 2 languages fluently 
i have made a new friend in the past year

10 Q’S TAG ;

tagged by @taeverie​ & @addictedtonamjoon​ my fave filthy animals

from jen:

in a nutshell, how did you get into kpop? my friends dragged my ass down to hell and i never crawled back up

what do you do when your motivation dwindles? cry

what kind of music do you listen to? not v picky, i listen to everything

favorite non-kpop artist? dONT DO ME DIRTY i have so many including the maine, simple plan, all time low, the chainsmokers, ed sheeran, etc.

how many albums do you own? too many. 

what is a quote you live by & why? “only dead fish go with the flow” because i am dead

have you ever gotten dragged into something you thought you wouldn’t like, but completely fell in love with it? bts

what do you value most in life? wonhae manhi manhi money

if you wanted to live in the world of any fic, which one would it be? o this is tough but any of @/gukvory’s universes from this persona and the ones before

is there something you would change about yourself? wish i could be more sensitive towards others’ feelings?

from julia:

what’s the song that got you into kpop? let’s not fall in love - bigbang

who was your first ultimate bias, have you switched since? uh i switched from seungri to gd p fast, but ult ult bias is still taekook <3

what’s the hardest thing about writing? ……writing 

if you were to win a million dollars, what would you do with it? travel, eat, get everyone in my family to retire and live a good life

what are your biggest turn-on’s and turn-off’s with people? rude people who try to act ~suave~ can gtfo, but i lov lov lov people with a good sense of humor

if you could live anywhere, where would you live? i like being home in indonesia but new york’s growing on me too, i like traveling so idk

would you want to go back in time and change your past or go into the future to see your future self? change my past

what is something that you’re very talented at & something you wish you were more talented in? good at being sarcastic and wish i was better at comebacks 

how many languages can you speak? would you want to learn more? two fluently (indonesian and english), also sorta know mandarin, but i still wanna learn more

do you have a theme song? highway to hell by acdc

questions for you guys

grab the nearest book you can find, what’s the most questionable out of context quote in page 23? 

what do you eat for breakfast?

what’s one au/fic concept that you really want to see?

what time do you wake up in the morning?

where’s your favorite place to write or be productive?

what’s your current favorite song?

do you like bangtan’s hip thrusts?

what’s your favorite look on your bias?

what’s on top of your to-do list right now?

are you happy with where you are right now?

#tag game #these are so overdue but some of the tags i rlly enjoyed doing thank u!!!

[runningtowardsspace]

À la claire fontaine

So here’s the first piece of writing I want to post. It’s the first thing I wrote and contributed for the ML fandom.

AO3 Link

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: F/M Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Relationships: Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Chat Noir/Ladybug, Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrien Agreste Additional Tags: Small bits of papa Agreste and Nathalie, first contribution, Marichat, if you squint and tilt your head the right way, I Made Myself Cry, Implied Character Death, take it how you want it, dont really know how to tag, Rain, also: mama Agreste and more death Language: English

Summary:

Memories of rain and storms for this kitty

My first memory of a storm, I’m maybe three years old. I hate it. I hate how the rain beats against the window. It’s too loud. Too violent and too much. And if the rain was too loud, the thunder is earth shattering. It is threatening. Threatening to break the glass that protects me from its grasp. It hits against the building, acting as if it can make it fold in on itself. It shakes the ground, threatening to steal it out from under me. And the lightning. It’s too bright, too sudden.

We are waiting, my mother and I. Waiting for what, I don’t know. I’m too young to be told such things, but waiting all the same. She holds me close and tears make rivers down my cheeks. My throat is raw from crying. Maman holds me closer as lightning flashes, glaring out the window when she thinks I’m not looking, as if she would fight it if she could. She would probably win. Thunder follows it, roaring deeply; I clutch her closer. She is my last lifeline. I can’t let go, nor do I want to even try.

She hums a song in an effort to try and calm me down. The gentle melody wraps itself around me, running its fingers softly through my hair. I welcome the comfort of its embrace. More thunder and I grip her tighter. Humming turns to singing. À la claire fontaine and her voice drowns out the storm. M’en allant promener and the world fades away. Maman rocks me back and forth. J’ai trouvé l’ eau si belle. I close my eyes and unconsciousness unfolds before me. Que je m’y suis baigné. The last thing I hear before I fall into a long forgotten dream is the tune of that song, still whispering into my mind. Il y a longtemps que je t’aime. A secret of hope in this now dark and cruel place that was once filled with such life and joy. Jamais je ne t’oublierai.

Next I am older. Six or seven. I can hear them from upstairs. They sent me here to get me away from their yelling but they greatly underestimate their own voices. Something about Papa’s work.

I hide under my blankets as lightning flashes overhead. Even though I pride myself on not being the crybaby Chloe is, tears stream down my face. I whisper to myself the song Maman sings to me during storms. Jamais je ne t’oublierai. Thunder pushes against my windows, but not even this storm can scare me more than the yelling downstairs already has. Sous les feuilles d’un chêne. Papa throws words that I don’t understand from under the pillow, at Maman. She yells back. Tonight, the hurricane of words is the thing that frightens me. Je me suis fait sécher. I still jump at the lightning as it strikes the ground outside somewhere. Sur la plus haute branche. Moments later, thunder echoes back. Words cut like sharp knives in room below me. Un rossignol chantait. I hear Maman yell something vicious at Papa and the front door open and slam shut. I jump out of bed and rush to the window, only to watch Maman leave the front gates as I whisper the next line to myself. Il y a longtemps que je t’aime. I hear Papa and Maman’s bedroom door close. That night I cry myself to sleep. Jamais, jamais je ne t’oublierai.

That damn man. She just wished he would listen. Adrien needs other kids his age. Normal kids. She just suggests that he go to school and he blows up. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. She grew up like that. Sheltered and hidden away. Homeschool was hell. Old money was like that. Everyone thought she was a spoiled brat. Everyone except him. She fell in love with an upcoming designer. Her parents of course didn’t approve. He had never grown up in money. He was hardly home. At least she had her son. His smile was beyond compare. She hated to have him listen to them fight. She was just angry. She needed to walk it off. She’d be back by morning. She wake Adrien up. And he’d smile. But the rain had different plans. The roads were soaked. She wasn’t paying attention. The car was speeding and couldn’t see her. She was gone before the police even arrived. The man stayed with her. She died crying for her son. She died crying.

The next morning, Maman does not wake me. Instead it is a woman with red hair. Mlle. Nathalie. She’s Papa’s ‘assistant’. I was told it means ‘helper’. Chante rossignol, chante. She smiles and me, sadly, and says that Papa wants to see me. She takes my hand gently, and pulls me through the maze of hallways, to Papa’s office. Toi qui a le coeur gai. Mlle. Nathalie pushes me through the door and Papa waves me over to him.

I can’t see over the desk quite yet, so I go around. Tu as le coeur à rire. He turns and leans down to tell me that Maman left. That she won’t ever be back. He says that something terrible last night and she got really hurt. That she can’t come home. Moi je l’ai à pleurer. He tells me that Mlle. Nathalie will be keeping an eye on me for the time being. He will still call her away often to help him, so I have to remember to be on my best behavior. He says that he loves me, Il y a longtemps que je t’aime, but he doesn’t show any expression when he says it. His face, bags under his eyes from emotion and exhaustion, stiffens as he sends me back to my room.

I see less and less of him after that. I don’t ever hear him say those words again. He becomes distant and what used to be home turns into just another building, the light and warmth all gone from it. Jamais je ne t’oublierai.

Next, I’m just shy of fifteen. We had just finished our first akuma. J’ai perdu mon amie. It’s also my first day at public school and, damn, did I fuck it up. I really was trying to get the gum that Chloe put on her seat, off. Sans l’avoir mérité.

She wouldn’t even look at me for the rest of the day. Before we left, it started to rain. By now, I had gotten over my fear of storms. They weren’t my favorite thing, of course, but I didn’t cry or jump with every strike of lightning. She glared at the rain. She reminded me so much of Maman. Pour un bouquet de roses. I made a decision, right then, right there. I had to explain myself. So I started talking. I explained how I was truly trying to take it off. I explained that it was my first time in public school. I told her, too, that I didn’t really have many friends. I gave her my umbrella, Que je lui refusais, which closed over her head, ruining the moment. I laughed with all I had. It was the first genuine laugh in years.

Oh, her eyes. And her smile. I should’ve known. And then when she laughed. My knees almost gave out. Il y a longtemps que je t’aime. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I fell in love with her before I had even realized what happened. Jamais je ne t’oublierai.

The next day, I walked into the class and smiled at her. She blushed and looked down quickly, and for a while after made a point to look anywhere but at me. Did I do something wrong?

The akuma moved too fast. He had pistols and was aiming at her. She braced herself for the injury. It never came. She was pushed out of the way. Someone took the bullet for her. She opened her eyes. She couldn’t even look at her savior. If it was a civilian, she could work her magic. He’d be fine. She just had to get rid of this akuma. She cleanse the akuma quickly, with only a second yoyo in her arsenal. It had not been three minutes since the incident. One ‘Miraculous ladybug!’ later and she runs back to the scene. Chat lie on the ground in front of her, blood surrounds his stomach. A deafening screech roars through Paris. She moves them quickly into an alley in a small moment of clarity.

I’m sorry my lady. Je voudrais que la rose. I should’ve moved faster. My only thought was to get you out of the rain. Please don’t cry. Please. Just smile at me once more. Your smile has always outshone the sun. I need to see it one last time. Fût encore au rosier.

Don’t leave me. The akuma’s gone. Don’t go. Don’t cry. Its raining. Bugaboo, do you like the rain? Do you like the pitter-patter? Do you like the smell?

My mother loved it. She somehow smelled like it all the time. But you smell like… Like cinnamon and sugar and vanilla. You smell like warmth and fire. I hope you meet her one day. My lady. Can you promise me something? There’s this girl. In my class. She is radiant and wonderful. She smiles like no ones business. She has so much warmth that you feel it just being near her. She lives atop the bakery across from the park. Can you make sure she’s okay? Et que ma douce amie.

May I have one last request before the wound in my chest takes my last breath? Can… Can I see you? Without the mask? I want to see my love’s true face before… Before I … I'm…. Please? Fût encore à m’aimer.

How could she deny him this? So she nods and releases the transformation, closing her eyes. A pink flash floods the alley just for a moment. She felt his hand graze her cheek.

Princess. He whispered. Why couldn’t I see it? It was so clear. Open your eyes. Mari, please. I want you to see your mangy tom cat. Princess, please. Don’t you fret, Mlle. Dupain. Look at me. I don’t feel any pain. Why are you crying? The rain can hardly hurt me now. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I thought Ladybug was the sun, brilliant … blinding…untouchable. Il y a longtemps que je t’aime. Marinette, You are the stars and the moon. Beautiful… bright, but you do not dim those around you. You make them feel important… I’ve wasted so much time. My lady. Jamais je ne t’oublierai.

He cupped her cheek and pulled her down to kiss her. As they closed their eyes he let his transformation fall. The green fills the alley. Pulling back she opens her eye to see her partners identity. “Minou,” She gasped when she saw him. She kissed him again. She had been so stupid she didn’t even realize. She had been so blind. Adrien. Her partner. Her best friend. Her first love. He pulled back. Princess, I lo-, Il y a longtemps que je t’aime, he goes limp in her arms. Blood soaking through her shirt, she screams. Jamais je ne t’oublierai.

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