#i guess being so alone and without family and abandoned like that

[artist-issues]

I’m going to say it.

I don’t think How to Train Your Dragon 3 was good.

Not when you compare it to literally either of the other movies. Certainly not as a conclusion.

I mean, the first movie was about a boy who manages to understand a hostile dragon species and bring peace to two warring factions, which is a parallel for his relationship with his father. The second film was about how sometimes, peace has to be fought for, and Hiccup’s whole identity was in contrast with that—because while his mother ran from conflict and his father leapt at it too eagerly, he had always been the one to stop the fighting. Then he has to learn that the things we love are worth protecting. 

And after he learns that humans and dragons can learn to understand each other and coexist—after he learns that it isn’t enough to run and hide or fight out of fear, but instead you must protect the things you care about—

After those two natural, powerful progressions are clearly worked for in the first two movies—

How to Train Your Dragon 3 comes along and says “‘No actually, sometimes all it takes is one madman whom you defeated with no loss of life to convince you that the things you care about should just crawl into a very pretty hiding hole, because you don’t feel like spending the rest of your life fighting for them.”

And I can say more. Below the break. 

Because I’ve waited a long time to talk about this. Everybody around me was saying that the third HTTYD movie was sooo good, how could I not love it, what was my problem, they’re crying in the theater seats around me, they’re all moved, but nobody can tell me why. What makes HTTYD3 so good, STORY WISE? What makes the fact that Toothless, who is established as “Hiccup’s Other Half” and his character’s support, leaving, a good conclusion?

And it’s not just that my feelings were hurt at the idea of this iconic duo being split up in the finale. 

It just doesn’t make any sense. Because the main thing that the whole series was built around was the adversity Hiccup and Toothless were always going to come up against, because they shouldn’t be friends. The whole first movie is like “dragons and Vikings hate and kill each other, there’s no way to get over this fear, nobody can be around Night Furies without dying,” and Hiccup and Toothless literally fly in the face of that. Then the whole second movie is “dragons either have to be left completely alone to themselves and their ways in the wild apart from man, or they have to be brutally enslaved as war machines under man’s boot” and then Hiccup and Toothless fly in the face of that. They stick together as their own, unique partnership, and it changes the world in HTTYD and in HTTYD2.

And then in the third movie, boom, Toothless suddenly doesn’t belong with Hiccup anymore? Suddenly it’s essential that he live completely separate, alone with “his own kind?” Suddenly it’s too hard and too dangerous to protect this dragon-Viking way of life that the whole first and second movie worked for?

I mean. They even abandon Berk. They fought so hard for Berk throughout three television series and two excellent movies. 

And I get it. The idea is that, they left Berk because Berk is a people, so no matter where they go Berk is still alive, just like no matter where Toothless goes, his friendship with Hiccup is “still alive.” And that’s a fine theme, I guess, except it totally makes the first two movies seem worthless. It makes Hiccup’s mom seem right for abandoning her family and giving up on the idea that humans and dragons could ever live peacefully. According to HTTYD3, Hiccup and Toothless never should have interacted again after he cut Toothless free of the net. Because Toothless should’ve just…gone on to live with his own kind.

Oh except he couldn’t, because Hiccup knocked his tail fin off and Toothless needed Hiccup. Just like Hiccup was weird and innovative in a time of traditional brutish Vikings, and he, in his own way needed Toothless. So they couldn’t live among their own kind without one another. 

And I see that HTTYD3 is trying to say “‘yes, they needed each other, but now they’ve grown up and the only thing left to learn is how to let go and move on.” But you know what, if you were going to tell me that, you shouldn’t have made the driving motivation for these characters to leave one another: “too many bad guys keep inevitably attacking us.”

You also shouldn’t have made the secondary driving motivation: “Toothless likes a pretty girl dragon and he can’t be with her and be with Hiccup because she’s Too Wild.™” Because guess what? The other thing that all of the previous canon content set up was that Hiccup can basically tame and befriend any wild dragon.

There are very few dragons, even in the TV show, that he cannot make friends with and live side-by-side with, and the ones that existed were basically just big, angry killing machines who presented themselves as way more threatening in mannerisms than the Light Fury does in the third movie. The Red Death eats other dragons; the Light Fury warns other dragons of traps. The Skrill tries to lightning-fry every human around it; the Light Fury only ever plasma blasts at humans that surprise her while she’s actively snooping around their camp.

I am willing to buy a story where a dragon needs to be free of his human master if he wants to have a future with his own kind, but you can’t do that if the dragon in the story is Toothless and the master in the story is Hiccup. Because those characters’ relationship was established as the future of their kind. Viking’s way forward was dragons—dragons’ way forward was Vikings. 

And that brings up another bone of contention with me—the first reason for the finale split-up—what made Grimmel so terrifying that it convinced Hiccup to uproot his whole tribe from their ancestral home and eventually give up on fighting for his dragon/Viking way of life, and Toothless himself? Was it that Grimmel was a better strategist than Hiccup? Because Grimmel lost and died, so there’s no reason for that to remain the reason. Was it because Viggo had a whole army of people that were slapped together to hastily represent “the rest of the world” and a bunch of dragons—again, DRAGONS, Hiccup’s specialty—to attack them with? Because again, all of them lost. And Berk sacrificed nothing in the process, unless you count, like…stress.

And DON’T give me any crap about the epilogue. Don’t tell me “‘Oh, OP, you totally ignored the part at the end where Toothless and Hiccup’s new families visit each other, they’re not gone forever, they’re just Friends From Afar, living at peace, protecting the peace by staying apart.”

That is 1) a terrible cowardly step back from any emotional impact that the big goodbye and sense of sacrifice that living apart from each other should have given the audience, and 2) still doesn’t negate the fact that Hiccup and Toothless WERE fighting for their way of life, which was living together, since movie 1, and the fact is whether they visit each other or not they still don’t get to have that anymore. For no good reason. I could say more. I could talk about how silly I think a lot of the Light Fury plot is, how poorly set-up the Hidden World was as a conclusion piece, blah blah blah. But instead, I’ll just leave this quote from the end of How to Train Your Dragon 2, and you tell me how the logical conclusion to this quote was “let’s abandon our home and stuff our dragons in a hiding-hole because the enemies and armies that have never once actually defeated us are just too much hassle to keep fighting with.”

“This is Berk. A bit trampled and busted and covered in ice, but it's home. It's our home. Those who attacked us, are relentless, and crazy. But those who stopped them, oh, even more so! We may be small in numbers, but we stand for something bigger than anything the world can pin against us. We are the voice of peace, and bit by bit, we will change this world. You see, we have something they don't. Oh, sure, they have armies, and they have armadas. But we... we have... OUR DRAGONS!"

#how to train your dragon #httyd #dragons #toothless #hiccup #how to train your dragon 3 the hidden world #the hidden world #httyd3 #httyd2 #stoic the vast #stoic #valka #fishlegs #astrid #hiccup haddock #hiccstrid #alpha toothless #light fury #night lights #dreamworks dragons #berk #viggo #dragonbludvist #how to train your dragon 3 rewrite #httyd3 rewrite #the hidden world rewrite #thw rewrite #How to train your dragon 3: the hidden world retwrite #rewrite #fix it

[darkcircles4lyfe]

The Missing Ingredient

Tonight I was casually rereading the chapters that are about to be adapted in the anime when something hit me, and now I have to talk about it ASAP even if it’s not fully fleshed out. You’re getting insomniac-Lin this time, folks.

So. Chapter 304, the one where Izuku finally gets to speak with the vestiges while he’s unconscious in the hospital, has bugged me since the day it came out. I couldn’t articulate it, but something about the way OFA was explained felt like conjecture, or like it was made up on the fly. Idk, it just seemed kinda weak. The detail that I think gets overlooked is that this “lore” is, in fact, conjecture. All Might’s, specifically. It’s his research and logical assumption that led to the conclusion that quirkless people are the only ones able to handle OFA. But we can and should consider the explanation given in 304, that whole business with the overflowing chalices, to be unreliable narration. It is simply a somewhat educated guess.

Like I said, I’ve thought this for a while, but I wasn’t able to get any further with it. Tonight, I went over it again, and I asked myself: other than the fact that All Might was quirkless, what else makes him different from his predecessors? All Might specifically compared himself to the 4th, the one who died of old age, so I did the same. Well… the only other thing about the 4th that stands out is that he spent his life totally alone. This fact is emphasized clearly, and yet, it’s significance is hiding in plain sight: what if the isolation is what killed him?

Thematically, this story has established the dangers and damaging effects of isolation many times, from All Might’s lonely career, to the Todoroki family’s dysfunction, to society’s abandonment of the villains, to Izuku’s misadventures as a solo act. I could go on, but the point is, we are led to see that people become their worst selves when they are alone. Horikoshi has drilled this idea so deeply into the way I analyze bnha that I now look at the 4th and see that he epitomizes the flaw of self-isolation. He kept well hidden and he devoted himself to training, but in the end it wasn’t enough. What is enough? Why is Yagi Toshinori still alive to this day despite the fate Night Eye saw for him? Unless you believe he’s still bound to die, which I don’t, then there’s one simple reason: Izuku. It wasn’t only All Might who changed Izuku’s life, but also the other way around. Because of Izuku, Toshinori gradually regained his sense of purpose and drive, his very will to keep living even when “All Might” was long gone. Because of their bond, he is given the gift of a life beyond passing the torch of OFA. That in itself is something no previous OFA user has ever had before. THAT, if you ask me, is what sets him apart. So what does that say about OFA?

Let’s backtrack for a second. Chapter 304 also directly states that OFA drastically changed about four months prior:

I think we can accept this as reality because it’s just an observation, BUT. What’s odd is it’s left without a “why.” As in, why did it change? Was it simply the “right time?” Was there a trigger? Was it a milestone of Izuku’s strength? No definitive explanation is offered. I decided to look back on “four months ago” and see if I could pick up on anything. Of course it’s referring to when Izuku first had a vision of his predecessors in a dream, and when he unlocked blackwhip—but again, no one knew “why now?” I found that the progress made in this arc is actually nicely summarized in chapter 257:

Here we see that Izuku finally feels like he has a place in the world and a true connection with people he cares about, specifically with Toshinori and Katsuki. Incidentally, this is also the chapter where we learn that the previous OFA users all died young, and it ends with Toshinori talking about what it means for him to keep living. It’s no longer about “helping” in the way he used to as a hero, but just being there for others as a person. So the growth of OFA coincides with Izuku’s developing relationships.

The logical assumption that I’m now going to make is that Toshi’s consciousness in the OFA realm exists because of the connection he forged with Izuku. His fire-y spectral presence is not a vestige at all, not even remotely the same thing as the other previous users, which are only there because of their quirk factors. They are more like memories of people, whereas Toshi’s is a manifestation of a living soul. Still, we would be led to assume it only forms within OFA because Toshinori himself once had the quirk. However…

Katsuki is involved now too. And I don’t think we can claim he is a previous OFA user since Heroes Rising is only loosely canon and the transfer was never completed anyway. Rather, like Toshinori, Katsuki is a deeply important person in Izuku’s life, and that apparently is enough. Since Toshinori normally has a slight psychic connection to his OFA manifestation, my guess is Katsuki also had this vague sort of sense, and maybe a ghostly manifestation of his own, but in his current near-death state, that signal is strengthened to the point where he is fully aware and present inside OFA. As for the reason he’s in a separate setting to the vestiges, and Toshinori’s manifestation is also there, it’s like a Venn diagram. The previous users are in one place, living people closest to Izuku are in another, and Ghost Toshi can go between them because he is both, the overlap of the Venn diagram. Regardless of these technical details though, I think the clues point to the idea that OFA grows from and is meant to be used by someone who is interdependent and has supportive relationships, while isolation causes it to behave like a parasite. The concept also lends itself well to OFA affecting/providing power to others, namely Katsuki, if one is so inclined to those theories. Where I’m at right now, I just think OFA and its wielder have finally gained something they’ve been missing all along. But Izuku still has to fully embrace that.

#bnha manga #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha meta #all might #yagi toshinori #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #one for all #ofa #bkdk #bakudeku #dkbk #dekubaku #lin speaks

[jonathan-samuel-smith]

TW bipolar discussion and nonconsensual kissing, mental health discussion

So about Saturn Girl kissing Jon without his ability to consent to it: I get that she isn't actively deciding to mind control the people around her, but she does have a choice in the matter. Her family wanted her to stay home until she could control her mind control powers, but she didn't want to and left. To me that's like if I noticed I was manic (not hypomanic) and didn't go to the mental hospital... Like I can't control my bipolar but I have the choice to stay away from others when it would harm them. That's not even a good comparison though because my judgement isn't clear enough to consistently do that when I'm manic, whereas she is at baseline and is able to think rationally. I wouldn't blame someone with bipolar because they have no choice, but I'm just saying the obvious choice would be to keep yourself away from others even if it's not fun for you. I feel like I can blame her, because she has a choice.

I do sympathize with her, but I really think she's hurting others disproportionately to the distress she feels stuck at home, and that's not okay.

If you look back on the events with the knowledge that she can't turn off her mind control, you see how manipulative she is, especially to Jon, and she does high-control group tactics: love bombing, isolation, guilt tripping, not letting him have rest alone where he would have time to realize he didn't want this.

I don't like the JonDami narrative that Jon was an asshole for leaving Damian in the past or was running away from his problems, because in my view he was dragged into a cult and I can't blame him for that, especially because he was extremely vulnerable at the time. I also don't believe Jon would have left in the first place if he knew up front that he couldn't bring Damian to at least visit him.

Jon had been in a state of fight or flight for around 6 years (not just talking about the volcano because there was also his verbally abusive grandpa and their deadly adventures and being trapped in space, and then him struggling to survive on the streets and trying to find a way home after he escaped) and the first time he really got a chance to cool down was when he was talking with Damian. He really needs a long break, therapy, and medication because what he went through can't be treated with therapy alone as the stress has chemical effects in the brain that need to be adjusted.

The writers don't care about how Jon should be extremely hypervigilant and defensive and anxious. I guess that's just not brave enough for a superhero, nevermind that leaving the house and getting treatment for these things, learning to trust again, and letting people help you is so much braver than punching guys when you have superpowers. It's natural to fight when your fight or flight is activated in a protective manner, but doing the logical thing when every signal in your body is telling you not to is really damn hard. The only coward is DC for giving Jon trauma and not actually writing a traumatized character.

That all being said, Damian clearly doesn't see how Jon is being manipulated, probably because his head is full of self hatred & doubting & repressed desires to ask Jon to stay, and thinks he needs to go against his abandonment trauma by swinging the pendulum too far in the opposite direction in his speech. With his c-ptsd and abandonment issues I can see him becoming bitter towards Jon for going to the future.

That could make for a really complex fanfiction, don't you think? The conflict coming from their unique life experiences and traumas, and them learning to understand each other like they're always doing. This misunderstanding of intentions born not out of something dumb like hearing the wrong thing or being unclear in language, but from their different points of view.

My jondami au where Jon leaves the legion early is calling me lmao "Isaac we have more problems for you to fix~"

That being said I have no exclusivity to these ideas for writing.

#jondami #fanfic talk #headcanons #dc comics #legion of super heroes #damijon #angst #ok btw im ignorant of tone so i wanna clarify im not angry writing this lol #Jonathan Samuel Kent #jon kent #Jonathan Kent #character study

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

It’s Sonic Gang Disney Movie Night! And it’s the Unstoppable Forces vs Immovable Objects! Let’s meet our competitors:

Knuckles “the last of his kind on a noble quest to protect a gem with trust issues, badass fighting skills, and a water-based spirit most of his lost culture was based around who wants to live out his fantasy of his people coming back and enemies turning into friends via continued applied trust” the Echidna who wants to watch Raya and the Last Dragon

Tikal “the curious and empathetic chief’s daughter who was really close with her now-dead grandma who yearns to return to a culture her people once had but have now abandoned and works to make peace with the dieties of her culture while being best friends with sentient water who wants to live out her fantasy of resolving her daddy issues and bringing her people and gods to peace” the Echidna who wants to watch Moana

Blaze “the heir to an entire kingdom with a lot of huge expectations placed on her by her deceased parents desperately trying to keep her deadly and dangerous powers under control which is an issue because they burst out when she’s emotional and she’s been repressing quite a bit of emotions only for an energetic, bubbly person to bring her out of her shell and prove that she can be herself without hurting anyone else” the Cat who wants to watch Frozen

Elise also wants to watch Frozen so two points for Blaze

Shadow “an alien scientifically created to be a living weapon meant to destroy who ends up befriending a little girl who teaches him to have humanity, after which he begins to appreciate life on Earth and fights to protect both it and the found family he’s pieced together for himself” the Hedgehog who wants to watch Lilo & Stitch

Sonic who wants to watch Wreck-It Ralph because he’s in it and things go fast

Amy Rose who wants to watch Sleeping Beauty because it’s “romantic” and “beautiful” but also so she can wait until the dragon scene and then start blasting “What I’m Made Of” and scare the shit out of everyone

Silver “was left alone in a barren wasteland for far longer than he wants to admit and honestly probably longer than he can remember who ends up finding one last bit of hope and who wants to live out his fantasy of bringing life back to his planet and seeing society grow around him as he finds a family of his own” the Hedgehog who wants to watch WALL-E. he’ll also settle for Lightyear he guesses

Cream who wants to watch Snow White because pretty princess sing to animals and spin around

Sally “the heir to an entire kingdom with some severe dead dad issues who ends up on the run as a child only to return and find her kingdom decimated by someone she once trusted who now has to raise a rebellion with her childhood sweetheart to dethrone the usurper and retake the land before he can destroy the entire environment” Acorn who wants to watch The Lion King

Vector who wants to watch The Great Mouse Detective and say “that’s what we do. we do that”

Shahra who wants to watch Aladdin. do i even have to

oh and Jet wants to watch Aladdin too but that’s just because he thinks stealing things is funny

Merlina actually does not want to watch Sword in the Stone it makes her uncomfortable however she will BITE someone if they don’t watch Coco next

Marine who wants to watch Finding Nemo because oooh water ooh australia oooh look at the fishies go. no she doesn’t have abandonment issues why do you ask

alternatively, Marine will make everyone watch The Pirate Fairy

Tekno who wants to watch Big Hero 6 because look at those robots go

Omega who wants to watch The Black Cauldron cause it has the most death in it

Rouge who would rather watch everyone argue than see any movie

Mighty and Ray just wanna watch Bambi guys

Big who wants to watch Fantasia because it calms him down. Omega does a quick ecosia search of Night on Bald Mountain and immediately likes this plan

Belle who wants to watch Pinocchio for obvious reasons

Charmy who wants to watch Peter Pan just to point at the tv when Tink is onscreen and look Belle dead in the eye and say “that’s you”

Espio who wants to die

Miles “Tails” Prower who can’t decide if he wants to watch Dumbo or Meet the Robinsons or if both will just bring up a lot of traumatic memories

and finally, Sticks the Badger, who wants to beat the TV to death with a wooden club and then burn Disney HQ to the ground

who will win!! vote now on your phones

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #disney #sonic squad #mine #knuckles the echidna #tikal the echidna #blaze the cat #princess elise #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #silver the hedgehog #cream the rabbit #sally acorn #vector the crocodile #shahra the genie #merlina #jet the hawk #marine the raccoon #tekno the canary #rouge the bat #e 123 omega #mighty the armadillo #ray the flying squirrel #big the cat #belle the tinkerer #charmy bee #espio the chameleon #tails the fox #sticks the badger

[deansapplepie]

Till THE DEAD do us part |Chapter 15

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Chapter 15: We’re definitely lucky

Summary: After the fall of the farm, the group is on the road trying to survive and find a safe heaven. Daryl and Y/N are scavenging for winter clothes to warm everyone in the upcoming winter.

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of abuse/domestic violence (it’s just a little, the chapter is mostly fluff all around). Minors do not interact.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s Sister)

Word Count: 2,204

Extra notes: I proofread the text, but English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistakes, of course with love. This story happens between the farm and the prison, if you don’t read the series you can read this chapter without reading the others. New era, new cover, what do you think?

After the fall of the farm all of you kept wandering around Georgia looking for a safe place you could stay and build a home, a safe place so Lori could give birth without having to worry if the baby would attract the walkers, a safe place you could breath… A safe place.

Nothing had been the same since the farm, Rick despaired to find a safe place for his family, pressured by the disbelief of some, decided that who stayed would have to follow him and agree with whatever he decided. Many thought he was crazy, but everybody stayed… you didn’t think he was crazy, but for sure you knew he wasn’t on his right mind and you couldn’t do anything unless being by his side and support what Daryl and you called affectionately Ricktatorship when nobody was listening.

The group was doing good together, but your family couldn’t be worse. Rick wasn’t talking to Lori and for some time Lori didn’t want to talk to Rick too. Carl was more rebellious than anything and he was not even on his pre-teens, you couldn’t imagine when the kid got to his teens. You were the only one navigating between the little bubbles they created for themselves and trying to have everyone good and as happy as they could be.

Daryl and you couldn’t be better, you were almost always together and it was like your minds were connected, because often you had the same ideas or thoughts. Also, the sex was amazing, you knew you’d never complain about it since in your mind Daryl was like the god of sex. Even many times having to be everyone in the same crowded room, you’d always find a way of having some fun and get the stress relieved, it could be in the woods before a hunt, after a hunt, in a run when you went alone, gods you even risked one time that Glenn went with you almost being caught by him… You acted like a pair of teenagers that couldn’t get their hands from each other.

It had been a month or so after everything happened, you weren’t counting the time anymore. It was the middle of Fall, and each day it got colder and colder, you were good for now with the clothing and blankets you had, but you didn’t know how it would get when winter arrived. So, while the group stayed in an abandoned house you found deep in the woods, you and Daryl went to the small city nearby so you could scavenge the houses and see if you got something. There was no use looking at stores because the outbreak was on the hot seasons, so no store had many winter clothes.

You had just entered one house and were checking the first floor for walkers, you didn’t find any, so you went upstairs to check and then start the search for the things you needed and anything that could be useful. Upstairs was also clear, you felt lucky, because the last houses you went had 5 walkers to kill and they were annoying.

“I have a good feeling about this house” you said while you both entered the first room to start looking for what you needed. “No walkers, I guess we’re going to find lots of things.”

“I hope ya’re right.” He said opening the closet cautiously to check if there was a walker, there was no walker, but it was full of clothes. “Well… I think we’re lucky today.” He took some coats and jackets from the closet.

“I told you so…” You singsonged joining him in front of the closet looking for things. You found some beanies and scarfs. “I think Beth gonna like this one.” You said looking at a grey beanie before putting it on the bag with the other.

“Yeah, think she’ll like.” He answered not understanding why you thought Beth would like a simple grey beanie, anyone could like it if it meant keeping their head and ears warm.

You went for the chest of drawers looking one by one, you were so focused on you job that you barely said anything. Then you went for the next room, it looked like a couple’s room, as the previous you thought it was a room of a teenager, since everything there screamed Beth for you. The room was spacious with a queen bed, a 2 doors closet. Once again Daryl checked for walkers on the closets and nothing. When he opened you could see masculine and feminine clothes and you started scavenging for winter clothes.

“Hey! Look what I found!” You said excitedly holding a big poncho in the colors brown, red and beige. “I think it would look good on you.” You extended it in front of him to see how it would look.

“Do ya?” He asked disbelief in his tone, maybe it was a joke, people normally didn’t like ponchos. He didn’t mind, he’d rather be warm than to be up to date with the last fashion, and thank god it didn’t existed anymore in this world.

“Yeah, try it on.” You said handing him the poncho.

He took the piece of clothing from your hand and landed his crossbow on the wall. He dressed the poncho and spread it on his torso and it fit him so well.

“You look adorable!” You squealed.

“Adorable isn’t the word I was expecting to listen.” He said scrunching his nose.

“But you look adorable, and manly.” You said brushing his shoulders with your hands. “I better keep my eyes on you, girls gonna be crazy around you.” You joked.

“Pffffft… which girls? Walker girls?” He joked, his ears getting red and involuntary giving a little smile.

“Now, being serious. This poncho was made for you, keep it.” You looked right at his eyes, just as if you could hypnotize him into keeping the poncho.

“Yes, ma’am. I’m at your orders.” He kept the poncho and put the crossbow again on his shoulder.

“Good.” You said and tiptoed to peck his lips before going back to look for the clothes.

You continued looking in the closet, concentrating and happy about finding clothes for everyone, going to different houses you could find different things and also different sizes, which was perfect. You were starting to get bored with all the silence, so you decided to speak while you took a look at the drawers.

“D., I never used the questions I won that day.” You said and you could swear you heard a snort coming from him.

“D’ya still remember it?”he asked. “You already asked me so many things after that… Go on, ya can ask me anything.”

“So… Daryl Dixon, how many girlfriends did you have?” You decided to start simply, a silly question to lighten up the things. Daryl and you were closer than ever, but you still had some bricks of your walls to break, especially his.

“Really?” He turned from the closet to you, an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, they’re probably walkers by now, but I need to know my rivals.” You played, while you took some gloves and mittens you found on one of the drawers.

“You.” That was his answer.

“This isn’t a number, Daryl.” You turned to look at him, that was just closing the closet.

“One. Ya’re the first, the only one.” He wasn’t afraid of telling you this, your experiences were different but he felt like you completed each other. He turned to you shoving some clothes inside the extra bag you had brought. “Before ya, it was just casual drunk one night stands.” Nobody ever made him feel like he felt with you. Nobody ever got this close to him. He never let and nobody ever wanted to.

“I’m honored.” You circled your arms around him, it warmed your heart that you could get this close to the hunter. It meant something, you wished he was your first too. You hoped he was also the last.

“Ya should be.” He hugged you back, his chin resting on the top of your head. “I also am. We’re definitely lucky.”

You took your face from his chest and looked at him. “I still have one question. Can I ask you?”

“As many as ya want. Ya don’t need to win them over.”

You took your hands from his back and put them on each side of his face. This was something you wanted to ask for a long time, but you never had the courage to. Afraid to cross his limits. “If you don’t wanna answer, you don’t need to. Ok?” He just nodded waiting for your question. You took a deep breath before speaking. “Who… who hurt you?”

There could be so many answers for this. He could pretend to not understand, play with you and say that he killed all the walkers that tried to hurt him, but he knew where this question was coming from. To be honest, he expected you to have asked it a long time ago. “Ma old man. He was a drunk. When Merle wasn’t around to be the target of his wrath, he‘d aim at me. Merle wasn’t around many times.”

He repudiated pity, he didn’t want anyone to have this feeling for him, but he didn’t see any of it on your face. He saw understanding and a hint of sadness because of your empathy. “I’m sorry for you and Merle, and I’m proud you grew to become a good man with a gold heart.”

After you finished in that house, you decided to go back to the others. You already had a lot of things to take back and it would be even more difficult to carry more things. Actually, you were still asking yourselves if you would be able to carry everything, but Daryl sorted a way so you could carry everything on the bike. Everybody got excited with the clothes for the winter and blankets you brought for the group. Glenn and Rick had managed to find some food so you could survive till the next day, before you and Daryl could go hunting.

The house in the woods, was small, however it had only 2 bedrooms, which all of you agreed to let one for Lori, Carl and Rick, given to Lori’s condition, and the other one for Hershel and Beth, cause Hershel was an elder, he needed the little comfort you could give him. The rest of you would spread around the living room or any other room habitable in the old dusty house.

It was probably 2 in the morning, or something around it when Daryl woke up, both of you were laying on one of the corners of the room, your arms around him and his around you. He heard something, but he wasn’t sure what. That’s when he listened to you speaking. “Daryl…” Your sleepy voice and your calm breathing made it clear that you were, once again sleep talking. It didn’t happen all the time, but sometimes you’d talk on your sleep, many times it was when you had a nightmare, but other times it was during some crazy random dream you had.

“I’m ‘ere babe.” He whispered caressing your arm, his other hand came to you face, taking some hair away from it. He knew you were sleeping, but he thought that you would be good, even if only on your subconscious you knew he was there.

“I… love you.” You mumbled on your sleep. His heart rushed furiously, it seemed as it wanted to jump from his chest. His stomach? A butterfly house. Were you saying that on your sleep for him? “Daryl…” of course it was directed to him, he knew when his name left your lips.

“I love ya more, puppy.” He whispered, speaking for the first time the feeling that had been on his chest for a long time. It wasn’t ideal that he confessed his feelings while you were sleeping and unconscious, but he still felt good he told you anyway.

He only hoped, one day both of you could tell it on the open, when none of you were sleeping, when both of you could remember. He thought it wasn’t fair that only he knew you shared the same feelings as him, but he still couldn’t bring himself to tell you… not yet. At least, everyday he tried to show you with his actions.

He brought his lips to your temple and turned to your side without stopping holding you. His arms still encircling your body, now you hid your face on his chest and his face hid on your neck. Soon he drifted again to sleep comfortable holding you and warm from your body heat and the new blankets you had found. His heart light and calm knowing that he, Daryl Dixon, could be loved.

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Nacho secretly falling for Lalo's trophy wife and she not so subtly likes him back

notes: render is female, angst, marital problems, emotional neglect. words: 2715 part. 2 here

1. keep in mind that if Lalo as a husband seems disgusting here, it's because I'm basing it on the common archetype of the Mexican drug lord! don't kill me, I'm just trying to give some realism to the matter.

2. This could have more chapters, I really liked the dynamics!! Just ask for more and I'll make them.

Since Lalo's return to Mexico, many things had changed, but many remained the same.

Life in Mexico was pleasant and peaceful despite all the inconveniences brought by the criminal life. You were Eduardo Salamanca's wife, a man who was quite respected in Don Eladio's cartel, which gave you and your family some status.

You met Lalo about three years ago, when by chance, you both became emotionally involved. He was an attentive and somewhat arrogant man, like any man involved in organized crime. Lalo loved to shower you with gifts and treat you like a queen. He even proposed to you not long after and took you to live with him in his house.

Although married life with Lalo seemed like a dream, it was much more problematic than you imagined. Lalo was an obsessive man with his work and would typically not spend time at home, much less with you. Once he had you in his house, he began to neglect you because he no longer saw the point in chasing you. He had you under his power. Although he was still quite thoughtful and romantic, it was almost a rarity. Lalo was mostly away from home working, and there were days when you didn't see him at all. Not to mention, he didn't sleep with you most nights due to his strange sleeping behavior.

Over the years, you seemed to have grown accustomed to staying at home without expecting him at night, and due to the danger of going out, you stayed at home while watching the employees work and converse. You were not a prisoner, but you felt like one.

You no longer had friends, your family was not happy with your decision to marry a criminal and they avoided you. You didn't see your husband, and you had forgotten the last time you had spoken to anyone other than the house employees.

Lalo had priorities, and his wife was not among them. His family and his business came first.

When he had to leave for Albuquerque urgently due to business problems, you couldn't even say goodbye before finding out he was already in another country. However, that was already a habit and it didn't even make you sad anymore.

You lived alone in a house where the only people who talked to you were those who were paid a salary. Living in luxuries that you could not enjoy and feeling like just another decoration in Lalo's expensive house.

And technically, that's what you were. Just the beautiful wife that Lalo showed off at parties.

That's why when you heard the shots and a car skid through the entrance of the house, you guessed that he had returned, not knowing how many weeks or months had passed.

You took the time to fix yourself up before going downstairs. Your mood was much lower than on previous occasions, and you felt less excited to receive your husband because that meant having to make yourself hopeful only to be abandoned again without even being able to say goodbye.

You went down the stairs and walked to the entrance of the house after seeing all the employees welcoming Lalo with applause and smiles. You walked towards them and gave your best smile to Lalo, who quickly gave you a big hug and a kiss on the lips to which you tried to respond.

"¡Al fin veo a la niña de mis ojos!" Lalo held your face and gave you another kiss on the lips. "How has the queen of my heart been?"

Lalo's gentle and sweet voice awakened something in you, that love that you used to suppress when he was away. Little by little, you were regaining the excitement of having him home, and your eyes lit up when you saw him.

"Missing you... Last time I couldn't say goodbye to you."

"Ay mi niña... Did I leave you too abandoned?"

Lalo wrapped his arms around you while speaking in a sweeter and more mellow tone, caressing your hair as if you were just a little girl who needed attention. Shortly after, he let go of you and smiled widely as he put his hand on your back to keep you close to him.

"You still haven't met Ignacio! I want to introduce you to him. He's going to stay in the house for a while; he's a friend of mine."

You looked at the man Lalo was introducing you to and felt a small pang in the pit of your stomach. A strange sensation filled your body as you kept a warm smile while getting to know him.

Ignacio seemed your age, much shorter than Lalo, but what he lacked in height, he made up for in muscle because, yes, the first thing you noticed was how well that red shirt he was wearing fit him.

"Pleasure to meet you, Ignacio," you said as you extended your hand to introduce yourself. He hesitated, but eventually took your hand and shook it with little force.

When Nacho first laid eyes on you, he knew that you would be his downfall.

The days in the house didn't seem so boring to you anymore, and they were less stressful for Nacho.

Most of the time, Lalo seemed to be more occupied with fixing his cars and taking care of his horses than paying attention to you. He thought it was enough to have you at night and see you at breakfast, and he didn't seem too interested in playing the loving husband if he had more important things to do. It was something that Nacho noticed almost instantly.

Nacho was more observant, subtly noticing how you seemed to be seeking Lalo's attention while he seemed interested in other things. How you flirted with him at every opportunity you had, and how Lalo seemed to completely ignore it, offering you a credit card as a solution to your flirting, thinking that was all you needed from him.

Over time, Nacho discovered that Lalo wasn't just a man obsessed with the Cartel and his family, but they were his top priorities above his young and beautiful wife.

And then came the interest. Nacho started seeing you with different eyes when one of those days when Lalo wasn't home, you asked him to accompany you to a clothing store to replenish your wardrobe, and he was the first spectator to see you in clothes that were quite revealing, with the excuse of "wanting to know his opinion."

You weren't subtle, and neither was he.

The topic began to escalate when the factor of physical attraction came into play. Some afternoons, he would wear slightly tighter shirts or even sleeveless shirts to subtly show off his body in front of you. Other times, you took advantage of the heat to dress more lightly and walk around the house showing more skin. They were so subtle with the signals that no one would think it was intentional.

It was one of those strange mornings where you had a slight argument with Lalo before he had to leave to Don Eladio's house despite having plans with you that day. Lalo had his priorities and you weren't one of them.

It was insulting and it saddened you how everything had cooled down so much, now you could only watch Lalo's horses while reflecting on things in your life. In the distance, you heard Nacho's jovial voice, which seemed strange to you.

"Weren't you with Eduardo?" you asked curiously.

"No, he asked me to stay here resting while he did other things."

You nodded with disdain and gave him a forced smile before refocusing your attention on the galloping horses. Nacho felt a little more courageous and approached you to talk more privately without looking too obvious.

"Everything okay?" he asked as he leaned on the railing that contained the horses.

"Yes... I'm just a little bored of being in this house..."

"You're always at home, you should go out with your friends or do something else."

Nacho realized he had touched on a sensitive topic for you because your gaze saddened and you turned it away from him.

"I don't have many friends... Especially now that Mexico is so dangerous and there are so many kidnappings of narco families..."

Ignacio couldn't remember that, probably because the place where they were was quite safe and well-protected, but it was true that Mexico was much more dangerous now with organized crime so rampant.

"And why don't you invite those friends here?"

"I don't have friends, Ignacio," you said seriously as you gave him a cold and serious look. It was embarrassing for you to have to reveal that part of your life because it was admitting that you were just Lalo's trophy wife, that woman who was only in his house waiting to be the incubator of his children.

"I'm sorry... I had no idea."

"I thought you had already noticed, everyone notices it instantly..."

An awkward silence lingered in which both were unable to speak no matter how much they wanted to break the silence. Nacho hesitated if it was respectful to ask more about it, and you wondered if it was appropriate to talk about your marriage with one of your husband's friends.

"... Would you like to have lunch with me?"

Your question caught Nacho off guard for a moment as he didn't know how to respond. When he looked at you and saw you smiling with a sad expression on your face, he felt the need to accept.

"Lunch together?"

"Yes, we were supposed to have lunch all together, but Lalo had to go to Don Eladio's and I imagine he'll eat there..."

"I don't want to sound nosy, but... why didn't he take you with him?"

"To where? To Don Eladio's house?" You chuckled before continuing. "I don't go to those kinds of meetings, they never let wives attend the meetings."

"I understand…" Nacho recalled his last encounter at Don Eladio's house and was able to piece things together. Those gatherings were typically focused solely on the cartel: alcohol, cocaine, women… things that most husbands would hide from their marriages. And although Nacho knew that Lalo wasn't particularly interested in getting involved with other women, he couldn't guarantee it 100%. Not when he knew very well how the narco behavior was in Mexico.

"You've been to one of those gatherings, haven't you?" You asked curiously, turning around to face him. Nacho felt somewhat out of himself having you so close, normally when he spoke to someone he kept a considerable distance, but now you were just an arm's length away and he could smell the expensive perfume you were wearing.

"Just one, it was when Lalo introduced me to Eladio."

"And… is it true that there are girls at those gatherings?"

The sad look you gave Nacho was enough to break his heart. It hurt to see a young girl like you feeling so insecure about her marriage, a marriage that seemed more like a sentence in jail.

"There are always girls, Mrs. Salamanca…"

"Don't call me that… you can call me by my name." You felt some discomfort remembering that you were also a Salamanca, but not part of the family, just an extension that would one day serve to bear and give birth to true Salamancas.

Nacho nodded and watched you in silence as you seemed immersed in your own thoughts, with an unreadable expression on your face. Ignacio often didn't understand Lalo, and this only made him have a more abstract idea of what kind of man he was. He knew that Lalo had a strong connection to his family and always did everything for their benefit, but... Wasn't his wife also his family? How was it possible for him to abandon such a pleasant woman like you in a house like this? It was almost like a castle where you were locked up. Nacho wasn't very knowledgeable about many things, but he could easily deduce that you were depressed.

Those thoughts made something inside him stir. He couldn't conceive the idea of a woman like you losing her youth and life locked up in this house. Nacho wondered if your love for Lalo was so great that you allowed it, but was it right?

"So... do you want to have lunch with me?"

Your question brought him back to reality and he nodded, giving you a kind smile to which you responded with your own.

Both decided to take their lunch to one of the tables outside the house. Sweet Yolanda prepared Chilaquiles rojos and some natural juice to drink as they talked with more privacy outside of the house. The atmosphere was cool, the heat no longer felt as present, and the fresh air messed up your hair as you tried to keep it away while eating, eliciting laughter from Ignacio.

"Provecho! I hope you like it. I told Yolanda to make this especially for you."

Nacho's sweet gaze watched you with affection as he thanked you politely. Nacho's gaze seemed more focused on watching you than on the lunch he had in front of him. He was enchanted by you, not only were you beautiful, but you also seemed very affectionate and charismatic, and Nacho imagines that you would be a good wife and mother with those incredible qualities.

Nacho's heart beats strongly and he begins to wonder if it's really right to think of you that way, his boss's wife. However, he can't deny that being beside you really makes him happy.

"I wish Lalo could eat with us…"

The mere mention of Lalo's name made Nacho feel repulsed.

"Maybe tomorrow it could happen."

"I doubt it… He never has lunch with me, only breakfast and dinner."

"Lalo is a busy man..." Ignacio can't believe he's defending that man as you look at him with sadness. "I don't think he does it on purpose."

You let out a sigh and set your fork aside. You're tired, as if your pent-up emotions are about to overflow. You feel the words coming and speak up;

"I shouldn't be talking about these things, but... Sometimes I feel like I'm just a decoration in this house."

The sadness in your words really moved Nacho, who gave you a sad look seeing how distressed you were.

"Lalo only needs me when he wants to show off his beautiful wife... Sometimes he just talks about the pretty children I can give him, how obedient I am, that I never give him any trouble..."

Nacho stared at you with a sadness on his face. He could see how your beautiful eyes had no shine and only held sadness and loneliness... The idea that you felt that way crushed him deeply and only gave him more reason to despise Lalo.

What kind of man could be so cold to his wife? The kind of man who only cared about his business, and Lalo was like that.

It hurt Nacho to hear you describe yourself as useless, it hurt to hear you call yourself a "decoration" in your own home.

"God... I'm sorry I told you this, I don't know what came over me... I don't think I've ever had a chance to get it off my chest." You sighed, feeling the air in your lungs become heavier, holding back the urge to cry as you tried to regain your composure. "Don't tell Lalo I told you this... He'd be so angry with me if he found out."

He has to maintain his composure to not get lost in his emotions. He wishes so much he could stand up and embrace you in his arms, caress you, and tell you everything will be okay, to let you know that you are not really the things you think of yourself… However, he has to restrain himself, it's a bad idea, it's a terrible idea that he's starting to feel things for Lalo's wife.

"I won't tell him, I promise. Trust me."

The warmth of his words had really managed to take away some of your sadness. With some reassurance, you took Nacho's hand and gave it a little squeeze before thanking him. And Nacho felt like he had won heaven just by touching you.

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[gaymurdersalad]

[ Hello everypony! Don’t mind the ritual robes. Dress for the job you want, ya know? And all I want to do is serve our lord and savior Godred!

I thought as a fun little thing to do in between sacrifices, I would give out some headcanons— well. These are my guys, are they headcanons? Not really. Uhm, facts, I guess— on how they do their holidays! Take ‘em or leave em, you’ll soon find I love rambling about the guys. You might regret this.

———

Peter and Caroline used to do the whole Catholicism thing, so they definitely did celebrate a good Christmas! However after the whole “disappearing for several years and coming back with a phone for a head” thing that Peter did, all faith in God was lost, but they still like to give eachother presents. The star on top of the tree is a grim reminder of a lordless plane. Except for the almighty Godred, mind you!

Steven sits alone in his restaurant with vague feelings of something or other. The establishment doesn’t even close— because why would it, it’s a Fazbender’s— so he has plenty of time to sit in an empty restaurant and think about nothing. Peter has invited him to Christmas but quoteth Steven, “That sounds great and all, but I’ve actually got my own plans.” Of which are trying to remember what the fuck a “Christmas” is and why it has any value to people other than market value. If it piques your interest at all, him and his boyfriend semi-celebrated but not really, as Steven was raised Christian {LONG since abandoned} and his boyfriend was Muslim. That’s all gone now, though, unbeknownst to the phone-man in question.

Dee spends time with the souls in the Flipside. She enjoys it very much, despite the grimness of it all. Even though she would much rather being alive and spending time with her family, she knows she has responsibilities.

Henry works. On stuff. He’s just sitting in his office right now, I could totally waltz in there and sacrifice him to Godred. Just pick that bastard up and get goin’. Oh, he’d be kicking and screaming, but he’s a midget with small hands and can’t do nothin’ against an ethereal phone creature with a complete and utter devotion to almighty Godred... Maybe after this.

Oscar doesn’t celebrate Christmas, and actually hates it. Finds every bit of Christmas decor annoying to his astigmatism and just grating anyways. Oh, fucking shit, the jingle bells never stop. Everything is annoying. He cannot enter his beloved coffee shop— Fazbucks; it’s like Starbucks but they don’t donate to stupid bullshit! The CEOs just spend the money on bribing health inspectors throughout Fazbender chains! What? No, no, they still pay their workers in faztokens— without being utterly assaulted by MIRIAH. Even if Christmas wasn’t annoying, he wouldn’t celebrate it anyways, because he’s Jewish. So is his family! Where the hell is his family? Where does— Where the hell does Oscar live, does he have a house? I- I’m realizing I didn’t get to know him that much, I think he just… Showed up here. You- Uhh, you get the point.

Dave has a ritual and has been performing this ritual for three years straight. First, he wakes up in the dumpster of the week, gets dressed, and climbs out of that disgusting sucker. Normal morning routine ensues, Y’know, he takes a couple random pills for the hangover and pops a thing of LSD if he’s feelin’ chipper, shaves with a switchblade he usually finds in the Fazbender Ballpits, and sets out onto the world. Since it is a special day— not in accordance to any religion, but to his own fucked up morals and values— he breaks into a liquor store and takes what he pleases! All assortments of liquors and cigarettes, and he stuffs them all into a duffel he usually manages to scavenge for beforehand. Once he’s a proper Santa Claus with a bag of stolen substances slung over his shoulder, he jacks a piece of shit car— he figures he’s doin’ them a favor, ‘cause who would want to own this shit box anyway?— and drives 90 to the Old Sport residence. Once he arrives, parking his car in the yard and fucking up the grass with those giant fucking tire tracks, Jesus Christ, Sportsy’s gonna have to fix that, he stomps up to the door with the duffel and knocks fifteen times with the palm of his giant fucking hand. If Sportsy don’t answer, more knocking ensues, probably followed by several obscenities and slurs. Eventually, Old Sport opens the door, and before the stout fucker can beat him with the baseball bat he stole from a bar in Las Vegas, Dave slips in and throws the bag down on the floor. Sportsy, after experiencing this for the past couple years, holds his head in his hands and groans. Loudly. Dave wraps Old Sport in this big hug, pickin’ him up off the ground all while Sportsy frowns in discontent. They spend the rest of the evening sitting on the couch boozing and watching shitty Christmas specials, and Dave crashes on Sportsy’s couch at 8 PM.

Until the arrival of Dave, Jack sits in bed. Don’t even bother to put on makeup. In the back of his head he kind of knows that the wretched purple beast will show up at his house, but he maintains a little hope that he won’t. He always does. He supposes it’s nice to have a day where Dave isn’t spending a day with him solely to recruit him into the whole kid-killing business again, but… Man, when the liquor hits, he realizes just how sad it is that his only consistent friend is a child murderer. Fuck. Once Dave crashes, Jack is usually stuck underneath him as some sort of pillow, and at this point, he’s so burnt out and sad and happy and bitter that he just lays there. Watching those shitty Christmas movies. He’s going to wake up with the worst headache tomorrow.

Legacy does not do anything special and David stopped trying to a while ago. Business carries on as usual. Maybe David would like to go out and do something or have Legacy sit still for one measly second so he could give him some kind of gift, but knowing the Orange Bastard, he’d likely reject it or throw it out. Maybe spending time with Legacy is a gift in of itself, David thinks, incorrectly.

———

Was that everyone? There are so many of the guys! Good lord, half of them are maniacs too. I couldn’t be prouder!

Well, I’ve got some sacrificin’ to do! Goodbye! Remember: Godred Loves You! ]

~ Mod Chribs

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Playing with Shadows (part 2)

William Afton x Fem!Reader Finally I finished part two of playing with shadows, if you haven't read part one then a short lil summary of part one is reader is an fbi agent who is tasked with making William Afton fall for them, and we get to know William and his kids and it ends off with William inviting us over for dinner. Honestly just read part one its easier.

But for those who did!! Heres part two!! Its the last part! Hope you guys enjoy! (2.7k+ words) Warnings: Cussing, a guy being a pervert but nothing happens he just says something creepy.

8:00 am. My alarm goes off and I quickly shut it off, getting up and getting ready a bit faster than normal. Today was the big day after all, I get to have dinner with the Afton family, while also trying to find solid evidence that William Afton is a child murderer. I quickly put on the uniform I have to wear, clipping my nametag on and taking one last look at myself in the mirror. I sigh, fuck, Im an fbi agent, im not supposed to get attached to people, let alone people im investigating. But of course I get attached to a serial killer's family. Well…I guess I don't know for sure if he's a serial killer, there's hope, if he isn't, if the family has just gotten really unlucky then maybe it would be okay? Maybe I could be a part of their family. But, then again, I would have to quit my job as an FBI agent. He definitely wouldn't like me anymore if I told him the only reason I was actually there is because I thought he killed a bunch of kids. Whatever, I need to stop thinking about that, I have a job to do. I grab my car keys and head to Freddys, parking in the parking lot and walking inside. 

I notice the afton kids are already at Freddys, they must’ve spent the night at Williams instead of their moms. Their faces all light up when they see me, Elizabeth runs over and gives me a big hug. “Y/N I missed you! Are you excited to have dinner with us tonight?” She says excitedly, jumping up and down. Evan and Micheal walk over. “Yeah, I’m really excited! What are you guys making for dinner?” I ask them with a grin. Evan giggles. “Daddy told us we had to figure out your favorite food without it being too obvious because he really wants to impress you!” Evan exclaims. A faint blush appears on my cheeks, he wanted to impress me? That's honestly really cute. “Evan you dumb shit, you weren't supposed to tell her that!” Micheal says as he smacks the back of Evans head, Evan starts to cry and runs off. “Oh c'mon now Micheal, go apologize to your brother, he didn’t know any better.” I say crossing my arms, damn I really feel like a Mom right now. “Fineee.” Micheal stubbornly says before running off to find where Evan went while Elizabeth stays by my side as I walk into the kitchen. 

“So y/n what is your favorite meal??” Elizabeth says as she climbs on top of the kitchen counter as I’m putting my waitress apron on. I don’t know why the waitresses have to wear an apron, I don't even cook things, oh well. “Oh uh, I’d probably say like (your fav food)” Elizabeth's eyes light up, she smiles and climbs off the counter. “Okay!!! I’ll go tell Daddy!!” She sprints out of the kitchen to go tell William about my favorite food. God these kids are so sweet, how am I going to abandon them if I have to?? “Are you having dinner with the Aftons?” I turned around and saw Aaron had asked me that. “Oh uh yeah.” “Damn, you must be special, Mr Afton usually is super mean to us, you're like the first one i’ve seen em be nice to.” Well that's pretty interesting, I mean I knew he was extra nice to me but he never seemed like the mean boss type. More like the creepy boss type, but Aaron has worked here for awhile so he wouldn’t lie. That is unless of course, he does lie. I stand there awkwardly nodding before looking away from Aaron. Y’know I think I preferred him when he was high, cause I can tell he’s not right now and he’s giving me pervert vibes. “Yeah… it must be because you're really hot. I mean, if I was the boss I’d have you be my personal assistant so I could stare at your ass all day.” Yup, definitely prefer high Aaron. He moves closer to me, but before he can reach me, William comes up behind him and grabs him by the back of his shirt, lifting him up. Don’t get me wrong, Aaron is like 5’5, super skinny weirdo but William made it look easy to lift him up. “Firstly, Aaron, you're fired, secondly, if I ever see you around y/n and you say that shit to her again, I will beat the everloving shit out of you. Get out of my restaurant.” And with that, William lets Aaron go, and he scrambles out grabbing his stuff and leaving faster than ever. Immediately after he’s out of sight William puts that familiar smile back on his face, walking closer to me and putting his hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay? I had no idea he was such a perv I wouldn’t have hired him.” Fuck, this whole case is turning into a “try not to catch feelings for William Afton/a potential child murderer challenge”. “Yeah, um I’m alright. Thank you.” I say, smiling at him. After I reassure him he lets go of my shoulder. “No problem.” He looks around the kitchen for a moment. “Where is Bethenny, or whatever the hell her name is.” I follow him as he walks to the front door of Freddys, looking out the window for Bitchennys car. It's not there. “Well thats fucking great, I have one employee.” He walks back into the main area with me. “Huh…” He murmurs, I look up at him. “What?” I say as I see Micheal and Evan starting to walk over. “Even though I’m closing Freddy's early today for our dinner, I still have to open it for at least 6 hours. I only have you and me as actual employees and that sure as hell won't work.” Get to the point, Afton, jesus. “Okay?” “Well, why don’t I, just for today, let my kids help run the place? It can’t go that bad can it?” 

Oh it definitely can go that bad. We decided to go through with it, letting a 8, 9 and 16 year old help run a restaurant is a wonderful plan. 

“EVAN NO DON’T EAT THE PIZZA WE HAVE TO BRING THAT TO THE TABLE” Evan is crying because I wouldn’t let him eat the pizza. Micheal is making pizza’s but fucking them up horribly because he’s laughing so hard, Elizabeth is surprisingly the only helpful one right now and is bringing the pizzas to the customers. William is managing the orders and giving us the orders, and I’m micromanaging all the kids and making pizzas at the same time. I guess I did need the apron today. It's a Thursday and Freddy's is unnecessarily packed, the music and the kids yelling and laughing is really not helping with the stress of this all. I quickly shove a pizza in the oven, checking my watch that reads,“5:30pm”. Oh thank god. “30 MINUTES LEFT GUYS WE GOT THIS!” I shout at Micheal, as he nods at me. Evan comes up behind me and steals my phone out of my back pocket. “NO EVAN GIVE IT BACK DAMMIT” Micheal starts laughing again as I chase Evan throughout the entire pizzeria, that is until William grabs Evan and takes my phone from him while laughing. “Hah, here ya go, we got what, 20ish minutes left, I’ll start sending people out.” I let out a relieved sigh, smiling at him before going into the kitchen again. “Alright Michael let's start cleaning this place up.” Micheal, Elizabeth and I all clean the kitchen up, (Extra well since we made more of a mess). William and Evan get everyone out, and just on time, Freddy’s closes. 

“Well done team!” William says, high fiving us all with a cheeky grin. We all cheer and laugh a bit. “Okay, y/n, I’ll give you my address or you can just follow my car with yours, either or?” “Oh I’ll just follow you haha” I already knew his address. So it's easier to just follow. “Sounds good, I’ll see ya in a bit, doll!” He says before getting into his car and starting it. Doll? A pet name? I can’t say I don't like it but c'mon, he’s making it harder to not fall for him. I get in my car and start following him, it takes about 15 minutes before we get to his house. It's a damn nice house too. I park next to his car in the driveway, hoping he wouldn’t mind but then again it's not like his wife parks there. 

“Welcome to my humble abode!” He greets me, opening the door for me as his kids run inside. The inside is just as nice as the outside, they definitely deep cleaned it before I came here but still, it's impressive. William leads me inside, into the kitchen, but before he can say anything Evan walks over and grabs my hand. “Y/n! y/n! I wanna show you my room, come on!!” He says jumping up and down and pulling on my hand. William chuckles. “I’ll start making dinner, the guest has to entertain the kids. I laugh and wave him off before following Evan into his room.

I sit in Evans room talking with him for 20 minutes or so, he is mostly just showing me all his toys and his plushies. To Evans dismay Elizabeth comes in and steals me for her own room tour, her’s is a bit longer since she forces me to play barbie with her.

Micheal comes into her room, but his eyes widen with regret as he sees us playing Barbie. “MICHEAL PLAY BARBIE NOW!” Before Micheal can even react Elizabeth is shoving him into her room and on the floor, and handing him two barbies to act as. Micheal definitely isn't as good at acting as the barbies as I am, then again he’s a guy. “Micheal, you aren’t doing it right, you have a girl Barbie right?” He rolls his eyes. “Yes…” “Then use a girl's voice.” He turns a dark shade of red, clearly embarrassed to have to act like a girl, I’m trying my hardest not to laugh at him. “Fine.” He picks up his barbie and moves it towards the barbie I'm holding. “Hey girl how ya doin?!” He says in a high pitched really girly voice, and, perfect timing, just before he said that William walked in and heard it all. Me and William break and just die of laughter, Micheal is still dark red, the poor kid is just insanely embarrassed, Elizabeth just had her evil smirk on.

After we get done making fun of Micheal, we go downstairs to eat since Wiliam finished cooking. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to act surprised that he made (your fav food). But I choose not to. “Dang this is really good William, I didn’t know you could make anything except for pizza!” I joke with him, he laughs and thanks me.

We all finish eating, and Micheal forces me to play some shooting video game with him, naturally I’m terrible at it, even with having legitimate gun experience, Evan says goodnight to me and runs up stairs to go to bed. We keep playing the game for a while, William letting Elizabeth watch for some reason but whatever. I can tell William isn’t watching the screen, I can feel him staring at me, I try to ignore it the best I can. “Daddy can you come tuck me in, I think I’m going to bed.” Elizabeth promptly says, standing up and beginning to walk upstairs before pausing and turning around. “You too y/n.” She doesn’ even let me argue, she just walks upstairs like the girlboss she is. William chuckles, and walks upstairs with me. We get in Elizabeth's room and William tells her some made up story that puts her right to sleep, I shut off her light and before we can walk downstairs Micheal comes up. “Oh, thanks for hanging y/n, I'm gonna hit the hay.” I smile and give him a side hug, that is surprisingly not awkward. “Alright goodnight Michael.”

And finally, it's just William and I, downstairs, by ourselves. We walked to the front door, he was walking me out but before I left. “Y/n, I need to talk to you about something.” Oh god, is this it? “Yeah? What's up William?” 

“Look, you're my best worker, and currently my only.” He says with a small laugh. 

“And right now you're also, I'd say a good friend. But look. I like you y/n, i’m not going to hide from that, I want us to be more than friends, and to be dead honest with you it's not just like its love. I love you, I want to be with you.” 

Oh shit he said it, what do I do? Fuck wait I have to stick with the plan, no matter my own feelings, I have to… 

“I…I like you to William. But…you have to be honest with me right now, because I know about something you’ve done.” 

After I say that his whole demeanor changes, he looks more scared, wait no, not scared, just protective and maybe a bit worried. 

“What do you know?” 

“What you did to those kids William… I know about it… but… I don’t care, I need you to know that before you try to hurt me too. I don’t care because I love you too.” 

He stands there trying to read me, he looks baffled that I know about it. Which gives me the one answer I really hoped wasn’t the right one. He definitely is a murder.

“I killed multiple kids and you don't care?” And with that, I knew the police would be on their way right now, with the mic I have on my shirt they definitely picked that up. 

“I love you too much to care about that William.” God dammit. I want to forget that I'm an FBI agent, forget that the mic on my body recorded that, forget that police are definitely going to barge in any second now, I want to forget about all that because a part of me actually loves this serial killer, and that's what I hate so much about this. 

“Good.” He says, before he leans in, kissing me passionately. TO be honest it took me a little off guard but hey, I got one chance to kiss this tall hot guy. I'm going to take it, and just as I was giving in more. 

“FBI WILLIAM AFTON YOUR UNDER ARREST FOR THE MURDER OF MULTIPLE CHILDREN PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!” I see my co-workers storm in, grabbing William and handcuffing him, they start asking me if I’m okay and a couple other questions. They take William outside and I follow behind them. William looks utterly confused until I make eye contact with him, that's when it clicks for him. That I set him up, that I lied to him, and that I;ve been an FBI agent this whole time. 

“Y/n, you lying sack of shit!” He yells at me, pissed off as they struggle to shove him in the back of the police car. His window rolls down quickly, they aren't driving away. I feel like I have to talk to him, I owe him maybe just that, even though he's a murderer. And for killing those kids, I don’t feel bad anymore, I guess I lost sight… I forgot all the kids and families he’s hurt. I walked closer to the cop car so we could talk. 

“William, it's for your own good.” He laughs, he’s obviously still mad but he's grinning, the same evil grin that he never hides. “I could have gotten away with it. I would have gotten away with it, if it weren’t for you, y/n.” He angrily says to me. “Right. But you didn’t get away with it, and this is just karma, William.” William keeps glaring at me, still smiling though. The officer gets into the driver's seat of the car, putting it in drive, starting to slowly drive off. 

“I always come back y/n!” He shouts as I walk with the car, matching its slow pace.

“No William, not this time. Not anymore.”

HOPE YOU ENJOYED GUYS SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG IM REALLY BUSY WITH UNIVERSITY <33

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Something to me; 💜🧡

Ship: Phillip x Kaden

Words: 1,768

cw: Mentions of parental abandonment and just general shitty parental behavior doesn't go into heavy detail.(Its my reality hhh so this is scary for me to post) One little suggestive joke but nothing detailed or anything just a quick way to make Kaden smile dlfjds

Summary: A jokester is really good at being heartfelt and sweet.

If you're not a self shipper please dni, nothing against ya. I have anxiety lol || self shippers are encouraged and welcome 2RB <3

The breeze was warm but cooled in the night air, crickets chirped their little tunes and fireflies lit up the backyard. The only other sounds were soft sniffles every once in a while. to anyone else this was the perfect night, it was warm, there wasn't a single cloud in the sky, and stars twinkled high above but to Kaden this night felt incredibly heavy.

"psst.."

"psst!"

"Kaden!"

Kaden jumped a little, quickly bringing their hands up to wipe their tears as they looked behind them to the best of their ability, They were sitting in the backyard at the patio table. "What are you doing awake?" Kaden asked as Phillip approached them.

"Seeing why the grass out back was sniffling, obviously" He teased with a grin. "Why're you crying out back at 3AM?" He asked, the teasing tone replaced with a more serious concerned tone.

"I wasn't crying." Kaden sighed as Phillip took a seat next to them and without warning he reached over, siping his thumb across Kaden's cheek only to find it damp.

"Uh-huh. Clearly." Phillip chuckled softly which caused Kaden to smile in response. "So what were you not crying about?" He asked once more, leaning back in his chair.

"Not so sure I'm ready to talk about it right now" Kaden sighed.

Usually when it came to someone being emotional Phillip always seemed to freeze up or get confused about whether he should press the person or just go away and leave them alone. The only one he was ever really able to talk to was his sister Wendy but oddly enough it was also incredibly easy to talk to Kaden too.

"If I leave you be are you going to cry again?" Phillip raised a brow and Kaden sighed heavily, there were already more tears.

"N-No" They tried to say confidently but it came out weak and a bit broken as their voice cracked.

"Okaaaaay" Phillip sighed softly as he shifted his chair closer to Kaden. "Just say whatever is on your mind. I won't judge."

"I lied to your sister--" Kaden swallowed thickly.

"How so? uh oh, you're actually a serial killer and I'm the first to go." Phillip grinned and earned a small chuckle from Kaden which only made Phillip smile.

"No, you're safe." Kaden shook their head to which Phillip placed his hand over his chest and breathed out a little 'oh thank god'

"I said I had family here but we weren't really on speaking terms-" Kaden shifted a little in their chair.

"annnnnd you don't have family here?" He asked, leaning forward in his chair a little.

"I do but….they aren't family…I mean they are but.." Kaden inhaled deeply as they tried to think of how to word it. "I was never their family." Kaden glanced up at Phillip. "I don't want to unload all this on you…"

"No no I want you too" Phillip reached out, placing his hand on the back of Kaden's chair. "unload all over me"

Kaden raised a brow and Philip flashed them a grin to which Kaden laughed and rolled their eyes. "Gross."

"Just tell me. I bet you'll feel better" Phillip hummed softly. If there was one thing that Phillip knew how to do it was making people feel better when they weren't feeling the greatest, Kaden noticed he was like them in that sense. He could easily be a goof just like them.

"Fine, you bug" Kaden teased and Phillip smiled. "I guess I'll start by saying I wasn't brought into this world with the intent of being cared for and raised. My dad's ex found out he was with my mom and she went off on him and her, basically told my mom that my dad was sterile and his words were "wanna bet" and nine months later here I was, a few years after that he left." Kaden sighed heavily.

Phillip was now grasping the weight of the situation, he was still holding the chair that Kaden was sitting on, his thumb brushed against their back when they spoke and he shook his head. "If you're too uncomfortable to continue it's okay."

"No… it's okay…I might feel better." Kaden echoed his previous words. "I always had other people taking care of me and by taking care of me I mean leaving me to my own devices while they either got high off their asses or drunk. Amongst other terrible things-" Kaden rolled their eyes. "Mom was never around and treated me more like a paycheck than anything which was evident when I became a teenager. I stopped going to school because I had a huge bully issue to the point where I was literally afraid to go to school, my bully was very violent"

Kaden felt Phillip gently place his entire hand on their back and he hesitantly rubbed their back, he knew if they felt uncomfortable with him doing it he'd stop but he was happy that Kaden didn't even mention it, Kaden felt very comforted in that moment.

"Long story short my mom stopped getting government checks for me, once she realized she wasn't getting any money she booted me out on my ass. I was 16- I've been struggling to find my place ever since. One bad relationship after another. I tried giving my mother multiple chances and failed.." Kaden's throat went dry.

"Then I get invited here by your sister and while you guys all seem to be at each other's throats half the time I can tell that you all care about each other very much, despite your differences you're still a family and you spoke about your childhoods and what you all did and it was nothing like what I experienced and I don't know I feel…robbed and cheated. Why am I here? To win a bet?" Kaden's eyes glassed over before tears rolled down their cheeks. "I feel like I was an error, put into a world that I wasn't supposed to be in. I'm nothing and I am no one, I have no place and I don't fit in. Being here just reiterated it for me"

"Hey…hey hey" Phillip got off his chair and knelt down in front of Kaden, he was quick to take their hands into his, and he looked at them, his expression softening as he wiped away their tears. "That was a lot of heavy things you just said and I'm not always the best at words but Kaden, you are something, you're not a no one, I see how you've interacted with me and my family and you leave an impression on them that most people don't and no doubt anyone you've ever met…Everyone you've ever spoken to, I'm sure they know who you are in some way. Might not be well it might just be that person with the dark blue hair but..in some way, people remember you" Phillip gently squeezed Kaden's hand, reminding them he was there for them.

Kaden lifted their head to look at him and Phillip cupped their face as he wiped their tears away. Their eyes flicked up to meet his.

"You've at the very least made quite the impression on me." Phillip dropped his arms to rest his hands on Kaden's knees, he remained squatted down in front of them. "You're something to me." He gave a little shrug. "Call me an idiot for feeling like this but ever since you showed up I haven't had a moment of peace up here" he pointed to his head. "You're infectious." He said with a small smile. "My family thinks I'm a royal fuck up, while I can't relate to you completely and what you went through, I do understand the feeling of standing on the outside looking in on something you wish you had"

Kaden almost didn't know what to say, they were shocked. They didn't think Phillip was like this, for someone who doesn't always know what to say he really does talk from the heart and it was damn near perfect what he said, they felt a wave of relief wash over them and they felt a comfort they had never really felt before. "If it's any consolation…I don't think you're a royal fuck up.." Kaden gave him a soft smile.

Phillip stood to his feet, grabbing Kaden's hands, yanking them to their feet, Kaden nearly stumbled forward but was caught by Phillip who enveloped them into a tight hug. Kaden couldn't speak, their eyes went wide as they felt themselves pressed against his chest, their arms trapped between his body and their own as his arms wrapped around them.

"And you my dear are something, you're something and someone and you fit perfectly. Right here." Phillip rocked with them slightly to get his point across, Kaden felt a flush cross their cheeks as they looked up at him with a confused expression on their face.

Phillip looked down at them and grinned "You heard me" He chuckled, leaning his head down to kiss their forehead. "Not saying slap a label on it or anything but I would really like to spend more of my time with you." Phillip hummed as he pulled away enough to look at Kaden.

Kaden smiled sweetly, their heart felt like it was pounding out of their chest. "I'd really like that."

"Ohohohooo my sister is going to haaaaate me~" Phillip nearly giggled and Kaden laughed softly. Phillip dipped his head down a little to better look at Kaden, his arms slipping to their upper arms. "You feeling better?"

"Yes." Kaden nodded.

"You sure? I'm not going to hear the grass crying in an hour from now?" He grinned.

"I'm okay, promise." Kaden giggled.

"Good~ I'm gonna go to bed now then, you try and get some sleep too okay?"

"I'll try my best~"

Phillip pulled Kaden forward slightly only to dip his head down and kiss Kaden's cheek with a "MUUAH" sound. "Goodnight sweetie, see you in the morning" He grinned and let them go.

"It…It is morning though?" Kaden flushed darkly and laughed.

"Oh shit.." Phillip said, looking at the sky that was slowly getting brighter. "Okay then" Phillip grabbed Kaden's hand, gently tugging them along back into the house. "We'll have a quick nap and then I'll make coffee…lots and lots of coffee.."

It would turn out that Kaden and Phillip didn't actually wake up until his sister found both of them snuggled up on the couch sleeping in the living room. Nothing says good afternoon like a blood curdling "Nooooooo!!"

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#Chaotic Twinflame #Phillip 💞 #my writing; #I reiterate SCARY SCARY VERY SCARED TO UPLOAD THIS #long post #I'VE HOVERED OVER THE POST BUTTON FOR LIKE FIVE MINS KADEN YOU FUCK JUST PRESS IT!!! T_T

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Collision | Chapter 19

Word Count: 3.6K Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life is at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same. Chapter: 19/? A/N: Um, cannot believe this story is at 19 chapters already. like, what? I'm thinking of separating the series into each of the books, that way we don't get to like 100 chapters because it's basically just a Twilight rewrite 😅😅 My content will always be free, but if you’re feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts  or buy me a coffee to support me and my love of writing Follow 😊 -> TikTok • Instagram • Business If you’d like to be tagged in this or any other story: click here Make sure you have my notifications on so you know every time I post! Please check if you’re tagged in the story, I’ve reached the limit of tags on Twilight again it seems. 😅

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Chapter 19

(Y/N) felt guilt surging through her as she knocked on the door of the Swan residence. She knew she had been in pain. That just like Bella she had been abandoned by the person they thought was the love of their life. But she had crawled out of the dark hole she had sunk into, fighting tooth and nail against everything that wanted to keep her down. Although, she could still feel their claws scraping at her skin, breathing down her neck, and whispering their return.

But even if she still wasn’t a hundred percent healed and she still cried herself to sleep on the nights she was alone, she wanted to at least help Bella take the first step out.

“(Y/N),” Charlie smiled. “Thank you for coming over.”

“Of course, Charlie. I just wanna make sure Bella gets better, or at least start to.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you. And you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” he stammered slightly. “Before the Cullens left, there was talk in the town about the doctor. You know, about who he was seeing…”

“You’re wondering if we were together?” (Y/N) smiled, pushing down the sadness that was threatening to spill out with her words. “Well, I’ll let you know that those rumors were true. And, yes, just like Bella, he broke up with me and left. I’m guessing that’s why you asked me to talk to her.”

“It is,” he smiled awkwardly. “I’m not usually keen on small-town gossip, but I’d heard that you had been in a funk since they left, and I put two and two together. And seeing how well you’re doing now, I needed to throw out a hail Mary and see if you could help Bella.”

“It’s okay, Charlie. I knew that people talked about us,” she said reassuringly. “And though it’s been hard, with the help of my friends and family, I was able to start piecing myself back together. I only hope I can help do the same with Bella.”

“I hope so to,” he breathed defeatedly. “I have to run out to work right now but you can help yourself to anything in the kitchen or you can get some pizza, or even take Bella to the diner. I’ll cover the whole tab.”

“I think we’ll manage, Charlie. But thank you,” she chuckled. “I’m no miracle worker but I will try my best.”

“That is all I can ask,” he said. “You probably won’t be here when I get back, so I’m gonna thank you again for trying with Bella. I’m glad that she has people in her corner like you.”

 “She will always have a friend in me.”

(Y/N) waved the man away as he left the house, pointing her upstairs in the direction of Bella. With the man gone the house was eerily quiet. If she hadn’t known the other girl was in her room, she would have thought Charlie had left her in an empty house. There was no sign of life. And she hated how familiar that felt.

She walked up the creaky stairs, bracing herself for whatever version of Isabella Swan she would be faced with. She knew what losing yourself in heartache looked and felt like, and it was not pretty.

The door to Bella’s room was open, still no indication of movement, and for a second (Y/N) felt like she was intruding into someone’s privacy. Until she saw the girl’s figure as still as a statue on the far end of her bedroom staring out the window.

Bella looked paler than usual, her cheeks slightly sunken and her eyes wearing dark bags under them. She hadn’t been sleeping or eating well and it was evident on her body. If someone had told her that the Swan girl had not moved from that chair in months, she would have believed them.

“Hey, Bella.” (Y/N)’s voice startled her. The girl jumped as though her systems had jump-started at the sound of another presence. “Don’t know if your dad told you but he asked me to come over. I know we haven’t seen each other in a while.”

“Oh, hey,” she muttered. “Yeah, I think he mentioned something.”

“I guess it’s no surprise that he asked me to come talk to you, huh?”

“Because of them,” she sighed.

“Yeah,” (Y/N) smiled painfully, sitting on the ledge of the window right in front of her.

She had practiced a speech at home, words of encouragement that would hopefully chip at the wall Bella had built around herself. She’d practiced speech after speech, picking from every talking to Sam and her mom had related to her, every phrase that made her own heart soften.

But standing before Bella, the words had died in her throat. There was nothing she could say to make it better. No amount of bullshit could make her better. What the Cullens had done to both of them Would not be remedied with a conversation. And that was all (Y/N) had.

“How’d you do it?” Bella asked after a few minutes in silence. “How were you able to move on from him?”

“To be honest… I haven’t,” she sighed, the confession tasting acrid on her tongue. “And I don’t think I ever will. I don’t think you ever really move on from someone you were ready to give up your whole life for.”

“But you seem to have it all together now,” she exclaimed. “You’re in med school, you’re going to parties, you’re working at the hospital. And you look happy.”

“I’ll let you in on a secret, Bella. That’s the beauty of pretending. People don’t question someone that looks happy,” (Y/N) smiled softly. “I’m not doing any better than you just because it looks like I am. If I’m telling the truth, I am still as heartbroken as I was the day they left. I just decided that pretending was easier than hurting.”

“I just feel like I’ll be in pain for the rest of my life,” the girl cried softly. “I just wish there was something I could use to numb it all. I just want it to stop.”

“That’s not the answer either, Bella. And I would know. I spent the first two months drowning my sorrows with vodka,” she confessed. “And even if I felt numb for a few hours the pain was still there. It always will be, I think.”

“Then how do we make it through? How do we stop it from hurting more?”

“I don’t think we can stop it from hurting. All we can do is keep going regardless of how much it hurts,” (Y/N) offered. “But if they get to go on with their lives after leaving us as they did, then we owe it to ourselves to do the same. The best way to make them pay is to show them our lives went on without them.”

“It’s just,” her voice croaked. “I don’t think I can. Actually, I don’t think I want my life to go on without Edward. I had never seen forever the way I saw it with him. Didn’t you feel like that with Carlise?” 

At the sound of his name, the knot in (Y/N)’s throat tightened. It had been months since her ears had listened to that combination of letters. Everyone around her had quickly picked up on the situation and they had more than willingly stopped mentioning his name.

But there Bella was, speaking it into existence as if it wasn’t the most bitter word to let pass through her tongue. She said them like the beautiful names they were, like the sweetness of them wasn’t overwhelming in her mouth. She spoke like a girl that was still in love and had no disdain for the person that had hurt her. And (Y/N) wondered how that could be.

His name was laced with so much anger and sadness that (Y/N) couldn’t even bring herself to even think about it. Yet, Bella had said it and it had felt like a punch to the gut. Because she had once also said his name with so much enchantment and care, and it made her miss those days. The days when she could call his name and instantly be filled with happiness and excitement.

“I did… I do,” she corrected. “But I don’t want to. That’s why I’ve been trying my hardest to move on, even if it’s just one day at a time. I want to get to the day where when I dream of my future he’s not there. I crave the morning I wake up and my heart doesn’t ache anymore, where I can trust someone else to tell me they love me and mean it. We gave them our hearts, Bella, and they threw it away like it meant nothing. I’m not telling you that you have to move on. But I am telling you that it’s the best idea.”

Bella simply nodded for a second and agreed when (Y/N) offered to get some pizza to fill the silence. Everything that (Y/N) had told her she agreed with, to an extent. If the Cullens weren’t coming back like it seemed they weren’t, then she wanted to take her life back in her control like (Y/N) had. But she couldn’t help the tiny drop of hope she held that they would return, and she could settle into their life as she had done once and fulfill the plans she had made with Edward.

As (Y/N) served herself pizza, Bella sat there, picking at the slice that was on her plate, the words slowly digesting into her system. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure. Anything.”

“If he had offered to turn you –before everything happened—if he had told you that he would have turned you and asked you to leave with them.” She stared deeply into (Y/N)’s eyes, her tears glistening in the rays of the morning. “Would you have done it? Would you have gone with him?”

“The rational side of me wants to say no. That I would have thought twice about leaving my family and friends again, that I would have given myself a few years to be human and experience life while my heart was still beating,” she chuckled, drying away tears she had not known were pooling until they fell down her cheeks. “But my romantic side, the side that was desperate to be in love, knows I would have agreed just if it meant that I would have him by my side for the rest of my life. I would have given up everything even for just a few years with him.”

“What if he came back? What if he came back and asked for another chance?” Bella was desperate. It was the first time she could ask these questions. The first time she could talk to someone that knew everything and could answer back. “Would you give it to him?”

“That’s a difficult hypothetical, Bella,” (Y/N) laughed. “I think there are too many variables at play for me to know if I would.”

“That’s because you’re thinking with your rational side,” Bella teased slightly, the semblance of a smile playing on her lips. “I’m asking your romantic side. Would that side want Carlisle back?”

(Y/N) kept quiet even though she knew the answer. It was hard to say it out loud. To admit that regardless of how destroyed he had left her that she would want him with every fiber of her being. That if tomorrow he reappeared that she would fall back into his arms and pick things up where they had ended. But it wasn’t fair to her, to the little progress she had made without him.

Still, she was being truthful. “The romantic side would gladly take him back,” she said sadly. “But it’s not just to the side that’s put in the work to not let that happen. What will it say about me that someone could hurt me in the way he did, and I welcomed him back into my life?”

“Oh,” was all Bella responded, her head falling as her skin flushed red.

“Would you take Edward back?”

“I would,” her voice peeped meekly. “I love him too much not to. But I wish I was like you. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much.”

“It will still hurt, Bella. It’ll just be easier to act like it doesn’t,” (Y/N) shrugged. “Look, Bella, no one can tell you to move on. If it was that easy, we wouldn’t be here. But you need to at least take the first step. Staying in this room, waiting for the day things just change will not work. It’s on you to start a new journey.”

“Okay,” she sighed. “I know you’re right. It’s just so hard.”

“I know it is. If there’s anyone that knows, it’s me,” she smiled. “But you’re not alone. You have people around you that love and care for you. Let them.”

“I’ve pushed them away. I pushed everyone away.”

“The ones that truly care will still welcome you back. Just take it one day at a time, Bella. But take it out of this room.”

“Thank you, (Y/N). It’s comforting to have someone to talk to so openly about this. Things won’t change quickly, but I’m willing to give it a try.”

“That’s all I’m asking,” (Y/N) said, giving the girl a hug goodbye. “If you need anyone to talk to, don’t hesitate to call, Bella.”

“I will,” she smiled weakly. “Take care of yourself, (Y/N).”

“You too, Bella.” 

(Y/N) couldn’t believe she had confessed to everything she had worked to shove into the deepest corners of her mind. She didn’t want to admit the hold he still had on her. That at any second, he could waltz back into her life, and she would still be as in love with him as the day he had left. It was hard to let those words pass through her lips. Because once they were out, there was no way to sink them back in.  

It was strange and unnerving to hear herself say those words out loud. She had kept these thoughts deeply buried in her brain, scared to ever let them come out. Especially around Sam and Paul. Even if the Cullens had not been their natural-born enemies, she was sure they would have still hated them. More after their patriarch had broken her heart. Other than them, there was no one else she was close to that she could really talk to. They knew everything, and for her to be able to open up completely she needed people who knew everything.

Still, as much as she loved Sam and Paul, they were the least objective people in her life. They were genetically predisposed to not be objective. (Y/N) would go to them for everything else, just nothing that had to do with the Cullens.

But Bella was no better for her. Her scales were tilted toward them. If she took anything from her conversation with the Swan girl was that no matter what they had done, she would forgive them and sink back into their life as if nothing had happened. It was terrifying and just the smallest sliver of extraordinary. Her loyalty to the Cullens transpired her pain. Maybe she knew something (Y/N) didn’t.

As she neared her house, she started burying those thoughts deeper and deeper into her mind, afraid that they were visible on her face. Even if she knew how unrealistic it was –and that the only mind reader she knew was miles away—she couldn’t help the embarrassment that rushed to her skin in shades of red. And if they did, she knew they wouldn’t mention it. At least, not to her face. That much she could expect.

What she didn’t expect was to find Embry Call sitting on her porch. He wore a stressed look on his face, nights of little sleep evident on his face. The boy she knew had always been very happy, quiet but joyous. And though he seemed to be the same happy boy, there was a weight to him that was undeniable.

“Embry,” she called out as she got out of her car. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I guess,” he smiled forcefully. “Well, not exactly.” 

“Why don’t you come in, Em? It’ll be more comfortable to talk.” 

“Sure, thanks.” 

The boy quietly followed her, somehow trying to shrink his 6’4” frame. It was something he did ever since he shifted. The first time he had joined the pack after his first transformation, he had tried to sink into the background as much as he could. The last thing he wanted was to step on anyone’s toes, even if he had been told that he wasn’t.

(Y/N) directed them to the kitchen, quickly setting out drinks and food for the kid, knowing he’d definitely be hungry. “Help yourself to anything,” she said as she noted him sitting on his hands. “Mom still buys food like Sam and his friends come over to ransack our kitchen.” 

“Okay, uh, thanks.” 

“We’re not strangers, Embry,” she smiled kindly. “You can let loose with me.” 

“I’m sorry, it’s just I’m not used to being around other people that aren’t Jake and Quil.” 

“I get that.” She joined him at the kitchen table, sitting before him, a cup of water in her hand. She was all talked out for the evening, but she could see just how much he needed a friend at that moment. “So, what’s going on, kid?” 

“You know we’re only three years apart, right?”

“Still makes me older than you,” she laughed with him. “But, seriously, what’s up?” 

“Honestly, I don’t even know why I’m here,” he chuckled dryly. “I guess ever since I had my first shift I’ve been feeling kinda lonely. Lonely and confused. It took a couple of hours for my whole life to change and now I don’t really have anyone to talk to about it.”

“How are things at home?”

“Well, mom is always angry at me, but at least she’s stopped yelling. Though I don’t know if I like that better,” he responded sadly. She could see he was biting back tears. His lower lip was quivering and his eyes were pooling with water. “I know you weren’t here when it happened, but do you know Ms. Uley took everything?” 

“To this day they don’t really talk. But when I got here, I didn’t understand why my brother wasn’t home or why he and mom were fighting, or even why we couldn’t even spend time together. I knew he was hiding something, and I guess it hurt to think that he didn’t trust me enough to tell me whatever it was,” she recounted. “It’s a strange thing to watch from the outside. I mean, hearing rumors that my older brother, the man that basically took care of me when I was a kid, had started a gang and was recruiting other from the rez was astonishing. It wasn’t something I could even fathom.  But I don’t know how my mother felt when Saam started disappearing or when he moved out. She won’t talk to me about it.”

“He wanted to waive the silence rule for me,” Embry said sheepishly. “After the first week and seeing how hard it was at home, he told me I could tell my mom everything.”

“But you valued why it’s a secret,” she confirmed. "I understand that. And I also understand how lonely being part of the pack is. Especially coming into a place where you essentially know no one. But open yourself up to them. If you let them in, they will do the same. They’re your family now, Em.” 

“I know. I guess it’s just still all so new to me. I’ve been used to the same people my whole life; I’ve known only one truth my whole life, and it all changed.” 

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but would you ever ask your mom about who your dad is?”

“Don’t think I could ever ask without proving where the suspicions came from,” he shrugged. “Just like everyone here, I was under the impression that my dad was someone from the Makah tribe. She told me that much. But now…”

“That’s okay,” she smiled comfortingly. “But, Embry, I want you to know that regardless of what’s happening at home or with your friends, you’re not alone. You’ve got the pack and you’ve got me, okay? If there’s anything you don’t feel comfortable speaking to them, my door is always open. And if they’re ever giving you shit, I’ll put them in their place. They’re there for you, and so am I. I hope you know that.”

“Thank you, (Y/N),” he smiled brightly, a few tears falling down his outstretched cheeks. “It’s good to know I still have people I can lean on. You’ve always been nice to me, and I don’t know why.” 

“We all need a little kindness from time to time, Embry. I’m just doing my part in it.”

“Well, it’s greatly appreciated. And even if it doesn’t mean anything, I’m also here for you if you need someone to lean on.”

“It means a lot, Em,” she smiled. “More than you know.” 

The more she talked to the people that most needed it, the more she started to believe her own words. Maybe there was light on the other side of this mountain. Maybe (Y/N) would one day see the morning when the thought of him didn’t send a stake through her heart.

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DAY TWENTY-FIVE: Proposing on Christmas w/ Daryl Dixon

a/n: It's the final day, and this challenge has sure given me a run for my money oh my goodness. I'm not proud that I let this challenge slip away from me, but I am proud that I didn't allow myself to abandon it, even though I did want to on major occasions. Sadly, I had suffered a severe case of writers' block and burnt-out motivation, but it seems as though my time away has lifted my spirits! I have received many requests leading up to now, so I'll be sure to catch up on those slowly but surely, and I thank those who have been oh so patiently waiting. I also want to thank everyone for their support on this! It truly was fun, but I think that's enough challenges for me until later lol!!

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Daryl was never one to be nervous, let alone on Christmas. Even before the fall of humanity, he had never once celebrated, and even if he did, it would’ve been a shitty holiday in the Dixon family household, accompanied by a drunk and abusive father, with an equally high and bigot brother, and an absent mother. So, it was safe to say that the man had never once imagined himself celebrating, until you, until he learned how this was your favorite time of the year, how he had noticed the lift in your spirits as the first snow fell. Until he had imagined himself being with you forever.

He had seen the happiness that marriage had brought Glenn & Maggie, but he also saw the sadness that plagued Lori & Rick as well. He had seen how broken up Maggie was when Negan had killed Glenn, how vengeful Rick became when Lori had lost her life to giving birth to Judith. He had seen the highs and lows of every kind of marriages, so he had no choice but to ask the only woman that he could trust, and that was Michonne. Yes, Rick was gone. There was no going around it. He had spent months out in the open searching for what felt like a ghost, and in those moments of loneliness, of a punishment he had unknowingly sent himself to, he had realized that he couldn’t be without you, and it would be the biggest mistake he had ever made if continued in this life without you being permanently bound to him.

“Michonne.” Daryl called out to the woman as he approached her. It took her attention away from whatever council business she was in the middle of. “I uh- I gotta ask ya something.’” He said as he fidgeted with his fingers nervously. “Anything.” She said with a smile on her face. “So, I wanted to uh- propose to ______, ‘nd I wanna do it on Christmas but, I don’ know how to.” He confessed sheepishly. The smile on her face was one that wanted to tease, but also help the poor guy out. “Just do it from the heart, Daryl. I know for a fact that she won’t say no, trust me.” Her words were comforting, and she knew that she would never lie to him.

Now all that was left was waiting for the right moment. Does he dress up? Does he gather an audience? It was only then that he realized how intimate and personalized proposals were. There was no right way to do it, in the moment when you two were alone, trudging through the forest as it snowed that he felt deep within his gut that this was it, the moment he had been waiting for.

“Stop.” He said suddenly, hearing the crunching that was coming from behind him cease. “Dar? What’s wrong?” You asked him quietly, eyes frantically searching in front of him for any type of danger, or food. “I uh-“ What was he supposed to say now? He turned around to face you, taking your hands in his. “The snow making you feel romantic, Daryl?” You teased, a soft smile on your face as you watched his large hand swallow yours. “I guess.” He confessed with his own crooked smile on his face. “I know ‘m supposed’ta know what’ta say but... I ain’ never done anything like this before. I’ve thought about this for a long time, hell, even asked Michonne to help me, but uh-" He got down on one knee and you swear you stopped breathing. “Daryl?” You asked shakily. He looked up at you through the hair in his face and dug something from within his back pocket. He had always had a habit of carrying your ring with him everywhere he went.

“Ya don’ gotta say nothin’ jus’... will ya marry me?” There it was the big question that had sat in the back of his throat and his mind for what felt like years. He watched as a large smile broke out on your face despite the tears spilling down your full, cold cheeks. “What do you mean I don’t have to say anything, Daryl? Of course, I’ll marry you!” You could practically scream at the top of your lungs as he stood up, his pants leg now soaked in melted snow. You giggled at the sight of it and Daryl grinned, reaching for your hand and slipping on the band that he had made for you.

“I know it ain’ much, but there’s only so many rings shop in the world, and I didn’ know what your ring size was.” You cupped his cheeks, thumb rubbing at the scruff. “Daryl, it’s perfect, and it’s so... you. I don’t need a gold or diamond ring, all I need is you, always and forever.” And with that, you kissed him, and he kissed you back, pulling your body into his.

At the end of the day, both of you walked out of the greenery as husband and wife. Not yet at least.

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Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 16

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"Good morning, sunshine!"

"Leah?" June groaned. "What are you doing here?"

"Getting you out of that bed" she said, opening the curtains. "You've spent half your summer there crying and eating your weight on ice-cream, and I've had enough of it."

"But I haven't" she replied, covering her head with the duvet.

"June, I'm being serious. You are gonna get out of that bed, make yourself look presentable, and come on a run with me. The preseason is around the corner and we must get ready for it."

"No."

"June, c'mon!" Leah said, sitting on the bed and uncovering her head. "You are Chelsea's captain!" 

"I won't be anymore."

"What?" 

"I'm retiring, Leah."

"No, you are not" she laughed.

"I am. I can't play anymore."

"Why not? Because you are heartbroken and Chilly and Mason may hate you?" 

"Because I think I'm pregnant" June whispered.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I think I'm pregnant, Leah" she cried, covering her head again.

"You think you… From whom?"

"Pick a guess."

"Wait… Mason? Oh my God, June!" Leah said, standing up.

"I know" she sobbed.

"Why didn't you use protection?"

"Because there wasn't time. We walked through the door and just…"

"Oh, my God. How could you be so stupid? Both of you?"

"There is no need to insult me, Leah. I myself have already done it enough."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But June! June!" she said, sitting down again. 

"I know."

"Wait, June…" Leah said after a few seconds in silence. "You said you think you may be pregnant. Have you taken a test yet?"

"No."

"No? Why?"

"I haven't had the strength to go out and buy it. But I don't need to, to be honest. I've been feeling sick and very tired for the past few days. And my period is late."

"How late?"

"Four days. And it is like a clock, you know it."

"But you've been under a lot of stress lately, it can happen."

"Not with me, Leah. I'm pregnant and I'm gonna have to retire early and raise a baby alone because their father hates me" June said, starting to cry again. 

"Hey, you are not alone. June" Leah said, forcing her to look her in the eyes. "You are not alone. You have me, and I'm sure Vittoria and Lauren will also be there for you. Same with John, your family and Mason."

"He hates me."

"But he isn't the type of guy who would abandon his baby and you know it."

"He isn't, no."

"And June, if you are not ready for it, you know there always is another option."

"You mean…"

"Yes" Leah said, taking her hand on hers.

"I can't do that. And definitely not without telling Mason."

"Your body, your choice, June. But we don't know yet if you actually are pregnant, so we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Now we must focus on you taking that test."

"I'm not ready, Leah."

"The sooner the better, so this is what we are going to do. I'm gonna run you a nice warm bath, and while you are relaxing and getting rid of that greasy hair, I'm going out to buy you a test and something nice for breakfast."

"Buy three."

"What?" Leah chuckled.

"Buy at least three tests and from different brands. I want to be completely sure."

"Ok. Three tests, coffee, and a croissant as big as your head. Does that sound good?"

"Perfect" June said. "Thank you, Leah."

"Anything for you, Maxwell" she replied, kissing her forehead.

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"How much left?" June asked.

"A minute."

"A minute" she repeated, pacing around the kitchen. "This is the longest minute of my life, I feel like I'm going to have a heart…"

"June, why are you crying now?"

"Ben!" she said. "What am I going to tell him, Leah? Oh, hey, I'm pregnant with your best friend's child after a one night stand but I'm in love with you?"

"Wait, are you in love with Chilly?"

"I… I don't know. Maybe. I'm too confused and all this isn't helping and… shit!" 

"It's time" Leah said, turning off her phone's alarm. "Do you want to do the honours?"

"I can't. You do it."

"Ok. I'm gonna turn them all around at the same time. Ready?"

"No" June said, covering her eyes.

"One, two… three!"

"And? Leah, why have you gone so quiet? Am I pregnant or not?"

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The Silent Reaver - ch. five

You and Law finally get to speak to each other, in secret, though. As you talk, you realize something, but you can’t contemplate it for very long…

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Warnings: half proof read, some stuff might be misspelled/phrased wrong. No violence or anything in this chapter, though I wouldn’t call it fluff just yet lol. Though there is some like… cute awkwardness

Last night, you’d been reunited with him. Trafalgar Law, who you hadn’t seen in thirteen years; not since you were both kids. Call it foolish, but as soon as he took you into his arms, holding you close as you cried, any feelings you’d had for him ages ago were reawoken within you. It was funny, really. To think your childhood crush was now your, well, adult crush. 

You’d decided to not act on your emotions, though. It was shocking enough to have him back, and you were certain he was probably incredibly surprised to see you; especially without any warning. You’d at least known you were going to see him. Law however, had no clue.

The two of you didn’t get to stay with each other for very long, though. He’d held you for a good five minutes, and by the time he’d pulled away to further question you, you’d been interrupted. Law had whispered “meet me up in the abandoned offices tomorrow evening” to you before shambles-ing himself away. You’d quickly regained your composure and acted as though you were simply wandering. The prisoners who’d found you seconds later didn’t question it. 

It was now mid-day, and in only a few hours you’d be meeting up with Law, in secret. You were so excited, but also incredibly nervous. Trying to distract yourself until sundown was difficult, to say the least.

You’d eaten a boring lunch in the kitchen, holding your best poker face to date as Monet had stumbled in while you were eating, and she’d started questioning you about your mission. You had lied and told her you hadn’t had the chance to find Law and corner him just yet. She only nodded with her unnerving smile, leaving you alone after that.

After lunch, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to take a short walk. After all, you were still trying to investigate things; for your own peace of mind. The Biscuits room came to mind again, plaguing you with the question; what was going on in that room? You wondered if Law had any idea. He’d been here a bit longer than you had, though you weren’t sure how much longer exactly. It seemed like he already knew his way around the old laboratory, while you were still figuring it out. Based on that alone, your best guess was that he’d been here for at least two weeks or more.

The hallways were once again fairly empty; hardly occupied by anyone except for the occasional patrolling prisoner. You never really ran into them, though. You simply passed by them, glancing at them for hardly a second with a deadpanned, emotionless gaze. This was the front you had to put up. You knew by now you had a reputation for being a silent, stoically calm assassin. It’s what caused others to fear you. Even at home with your family, the others would take jabs at you for being so quiet. Some joked it was your personality, others claimed you’d learned the behavior after eating Corazon’s fruit. The reality of it was that you’d always been so silent as a way to protect yourself. There were very few people who’d seen your real personality, and only a handful of them were still alive.

As you began to realize you’d been lost in thought, you panicked due to not knowing the time. Digging through the small pockets on your leggings, you found the little golden pocket watch you had brought with you. Another thing you’d taken from your old home, your home before Doflamingo had taken you in. Looking at it, you realized it was incredibly close to sunset, not giving you very much time to make it all the way over to the old offices. You shoved it back into your pocket and hastily walked in the direction of the closest stairway. 

From there, you navigated the many cold hallways until you found your way to where you’d been exploring yesterday. You could recall that all of the doors were shut when you’d been there previously, so when you stumbled into an open one, you figured that Law must be inside, waiting.

You took a deep breath for courage, trying to prepare yourself for it. With your eyes closed for a brief moment, you exhaled the deep breath and began taking steps toward the abandoned office. Of course, there was a chance that Law wasn’t even in this room, so you couldn’t just burst in calling his name. Quietly, you peeked your head into the dimly lit room, looking around for the pirate. Through the darkness, you spotted a familiar white hat, and smiled with relief. 

“Shut the door behind you, Reaver-ya.” 

The nickname caused you to giggle at the sound of it. Is that what he’d picked to be your version of the “-ya” names he gave others?

Gently closing the door so as to not cause any noises that would draw others’ attention nearby, you turned around and squinted, trying to see Law better as most light was now gone entirely.  You slipped your hand toward the wall, feeling around for a light switch. You quickly found it, and with a buzzing noise, the white electronic lights flashed to life above you.

“So why did you call me here?” You started with, giving Law a sweet but shy smile. After all, you hardly knew him as the man he now was.

Law took a moment to respond, and in the time it took him, you’d approached him and sat on the table he stood behind, his body slightly slouched as he leaned into the metal wall. “A few reasons,” he answered coolly. “For one thing, I really want to know more about uhm, your abilities,” a light cough escaped him as he cleared his throat. “I also just… would like to get to know you, again.”

Your smile widened as you gazed up at him, suddenly feeling rather nervous behind your expression. His last sentence made your heart thump wildly, your mind leaping with excitement at all the possibilities for the meaning. Perhaps he felt similarly to you?

“I want to know who you are now, too, Law.” 

He nodded, choosing to set his katana down for the time being. “What exactly?” He answered your question with another question. It was like the both of you were too shy of speaking first, for whatever reason. You knew your reason why, of course.

“Uhm,” you stuttered, face flushing for no particular reason. Just that this conversation was so casual and light-hearted, for now at least. Back in the day, you always enjoyed talking to Law like this. “Just… What have you been up to? I’m aware that you’ve become captain of the Heart Pirates, and then pulled some stunt to become a Warlord. But what else?”

Law hummed, somehow finding your response amusing. “Well. I’m not quite sure I can explain what I’m doing until I know where you stand, personally. You are here to kill me, no?”

“Or technically capture you,” you quickly corrected him. “I’m only supposed to kill you if you refuse to come with me. But, I think I made it clear last night that I have no intention of doing either.”

With a nod, Law found your response satisfying enough. “I suppose you’d be willing to help with my plans then,” he noted. “Y/n. I’m not here for some strange experiment reasons. I’m not here to research medical things.

“The truth as to why I’m here, is that I’m going to take down Doflamingo.”

Your eyes widened at his confession. “B-but how?”

“I’m going to destroy the SAD labs, and have the blame fall onto Caesar, which will then stop the mass production of SMILE fruits, resulting in the buyer retaliating.”

“Who’s the buyer?” You questioned, not having heard of any of this in the entire time you’d lived with the Donquixote Pirates.

“One of the four emperors,” Law told you, “Kaido, to be specific.”

You nodded. “And what do you expect Kaido to do?”

“I have no doubt that he’d kill Doflamingo himself. The SMILEs are essential to building his crew. Rather, his army.”

After taking a moment to consider everything, think of any and all possibilities of you assisting Law, you looked up at him with a confident smile. “Okay, I’m in. I can pretend to still be loyal to Doflamingo and help get any information you need.”

Law returned your smile, though his was more of a smirk. “Good. Now, back to… the other stuff,” he stuttered through his words, becoming less confident as the conversation topic shifted. “You- you’re an assassin, now?”

You nodded, almost pridefully. “Mhm. Remember how I used to play with pistols when we were kids?”

Law nodded at that, confirming he did in fact remember. A light chuckle left him as well, making you painfully aware of the longing in your heart. Longing for how close you’d been as kids, only you longed for a much different type of closeness. Anyway, that made you wonder what else he remembered; if he recalled as much as you still could.

“I eventually picked up sniper rifles. Now it’s my expertise, and Doflamingo thought my skill would be useful as an assassin,” You explained.

“Which is why you have the Calm-Calm Fruit,” Law said before you could even get there.

“Y-yeah. He gave it to me when I was eighteen. Said it was essential to my current role, and would then bring me to a more important one later. Though, I- I have no idea what that means.” 

As the words came from your lips, everything started to make sense then. Before Law could respond to you, your eyes widened and you nearly shouted. “Wait! No, I… I do know.”

“You do?” Law stared at you with interest.

“Law… before I left, Doflamingo said he’d… give me the heart throne should I kill you,” your heart loudly pounded in your ears as you realized that this was all planned out for you this entire time. “But, if you come back with me, it’s yours.”

You didn’t want to try and explain the rest of the deal to Law, as you were a bit worried about the implied meaning of Doflamingo’s haunting words. As they echoed in your mind, you hoped Law wouldn’t realize that you were leaving out one, strange detail.

“There’s something else,” he commented. “I can tell by the way you’re acting. Don’t forget that I knew when you were lying back then,” he chuckled. “You still play with your hair when you lie even now, huh?”

You stared at Law with a pout, embarrassed that he remembered something as miniscule as that. “W-well. I’m not really lying,” you tried defending yourself.

“Then what are you doing?” Law smirked. He was being so playful with you, it warmed your heart. A smile danced on your lips before you remembered what you were talking about.

“I just, the last detail is… weird,” you started to say, a frown replacing the smile you’d just shown. “He’d said that they’d find a suitable position for me after you claim the heart throne. Th-that, I might get lucky…”

Law’s smile faded, and he raised an eyebrow as he too, was a bit confused.

“He and the other elites laughed, like it was a joke that I wasn’t clued in on. Everything… the way they laughed, how it was implied… I think they, um,” you trailed off, afraid of saying your thoughts aloud. Especially if you were wrong. Because then that would mean something different…

“It seemed like an innuendo of sorts, right?” Law then asked before you could spit the words out.

“Y-yes…”

He nodded gravely, expression darkening as he spoke again. “Knowing him, it probably meant they’d make you… mine.”

Your face burned as the idea made you flustered. But you had to hide that, so you frowned as you looked into Law’s gray eyes and nodded, confirming that you had the same suspicions. “I’m not sure exactly how I’d be yours, but… I guess it would be, um…”

“Weird?” Law answered for you, tilting his head as he spoke the word.

“Yeah,” you felt awkward now. So you continued to play with your hair, avoiding eye contact with Law now. “Doflamingo seems to think that we uh… were that close back then, I guess. W-well, as close as two twelve year olds can be,” You added with a light giggle.

“But we aren’t twelve anymore,” Law shook his head, and his tone didn’t indicate what he was feeling. You weren’t sure what to think of his words, now. “We’re both twenty-six.”

Eyes meeting the floor now, you couldn’t think of anything to respond with, so you chose to simply nod.

There was a thick layer of tension between you and Law now, and it seemed like both of you were feeling too awkward and afraid of breaking it. The old office room was silent for a few uncomfortable moments, before Law finally shattered the silence.

“Y/n, you… do you feel the- wait. Is that-?” He stopped his trail of thought, and your eyes flicked up to see where he was looking. 

It appeared Law’s gray eyes were staring somewhere around your neck or chest. Regardless, his eyes were intensely set on you, and your body flushed with warmth as he gazed at you. 

“You kept that old piece of junk?” Law took a step forward, suddenly reaching a tattooed hand out toward your neck. His cold fingers just barely grazed your skin, and your breath hitched as a shiver ran down your spine. You longed to feel those fingers more.

But that trail of thought was cut short, as you realized he was pulling the old necklace he’d made for you outward. He didn’t pull on it harshly enough to break it off your neck, but he did have it tugged toward himself, though the necklace wasn’t very long. That resulted in Law’s face now being incredibly close to yours, so close that you could feel his breath on your forehead. His breaths were warm and came out unsteadily, and you wondered if his heart was racing as fast as yours was right now.

“Wh-why wouldn’t I keep it?” You stammered out, eyes darting around as you tried to avoid looking at his hand. Though it was impossible, and your face flushed even darker as you could see it so close up. They were large, which wasn’t surprising given how tall he was, but they seemed almost muscular, but very well kept. You also took notice of how clean his nails were, as well as the tattooed letters of the word “death” looked freshly done. You wondered how old they were.

“Well it’s, just, literally scraps. And I was twelve, so I was naturally shit at making jewelry,” Law explained, and if you weren’t too busy staring at his hand so close to your neck, you would’ve noticed a slight smile forming on his lips.

“But you made it for me,” you breathed out, finally ripping your eyes away from his hand to look up into his eyes. “Law, I… I can’t describe how happy I was when you gave it to me, I just… felt so loved after living in a terrible place for so long. I couldn’t possibly get rid of it.”

It was now Law’s turn to be embarrassed, as his cheeks and ears turned more red as you spoke. He let go of the necklace, moving his hand toward his hat to bring it downward, trying to hide his face from you. It was… rather cute, honestly.

“...You mean that?”

With a smile, you nodded. “Of course, Law…”

The tension between you both now felt so different, so intimate as you stared into each other’s eyes, both unable to form any words. Your faces were so close, you could now feel his breath on your lips as his were parted open. The feeling of his breathing and just the warmth emanating from his body had you dizzy. You parted your own lips, slowly closing your eyes with a bat of your eyelashes. Was he going to kiss you?

But before anything further could happen, Law pulled away, leaving you feeling cold. Your heart was pounding within your chest, so loud that you were afraid Law could hear even if that was truly impossible. He could take people’s hearts out from their bodies, after all. Just as Law turned his head away, you remembered something.

“Law, what were you going to say… before…?”

His eyes widened, and Law seemed to choke on his words as he tried forming them. “I uh- I was going to ask… you, s-something. It doesn’t matter now.”

Despite how nervous you felt, a giggle escaped you. “But I want to know,” you pleaded.

“F-fine. Y/n, do you feel… the same as back then, like… we were-”

Before Law could finish the thing you wanted to know most right now, you were both interrupted by voices in the hallway outside the room you two stood in.

“Hey, I don’t recall the lights being on in that room,” it was a prisoner, by the sound of it.

There was a small window, and as you alarmingly looked through it, you could see yellow suits slowly approaching.

Before you could react, you felt Law’s hands on you as he pulled you away from the window, an arm wrapping around you as he held you close to his body in one arm, the other one reaching for his katana as he activated his power. “Room.”

Next thing you knew, you were now in a pitch black room, presumably the next one over from the office you’d just been in. As you tried regaining your balance, you bumped into Law, therefore pushing him backward a little. His arms hit something behind him, causing a loud crashing noise to sound out. Initially, you hoped it wasn’t so loud that the prisoners had heard. But your hope was quickly disappearing.

“What was that?”

“I think it came from another office. I’ll check the right one, you go left.”

Once again, you stood frozen in shock. You and Law were going to be found out, and then everything, your plan, your life as it was, would be over. However, Law was quick to react, and his arms once again reached for you, his hands grabbing you as he pushed you to the ground. He was above you currently, but he ended up rolling onto his back, and the room seemed even darker now as you realized he’d hid you both under a desk. But now, as you laid on top of him, his legs were pushing up on you as he struggled to fit them in the space underneath the desk. Damn him for being so tall.

Just as the door to the room opened, Law ended up folding his knees, and the lower half of your body slid between his legs. You were going to gasp at the very sudden, very awkward contact, when Law’s hand was forced over your mouth, silencing any noises you’d made.

The lights to the room flashed on, illuminating the office for about ten seconds, before they shut off. “Nothing here,” one of the prisoners announced, “you got anything?”

You could hear the other one call out “nope”, and then the clicking of two doors shutting. 

With their voices and footsteps now faded away, you and Law were left entirely alone. His hand slipped away from your mouth, moving toward his face to rub his forehead as he cringed. Though, you could barely see this through the darkness. 

Now free to move, you quickly stumbled off of Law, standing up and putting your face into your hands as your cheeks burned. Law followed you, a grunt leaving him as he stood up beside you. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you-”

“Don’t worry about it,” you hastily said, trying to sound collected and not at all freaked out.

You and Law stood in silence, and you were glad that the room was completely dark as it meant Law wouldn’t be able to see how flustered you were. This time, you were the one to break it. “It’s getting late. I think one of us should leave… so we’re not seen together.”

Law nodded, though you couldn’t see this. “Yeah. You can go first. I can just teleport myself elsewhere. We’ll meet here again tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay…” you agreed, feeling slightly disheartened that your time with him was already coming to an end for the evening. You headed for the door, placing your hand onto the handle before turning to look behind you, “um, bye, Law…”

He didn’t respond, so you left the room without looking back again. You didn’t know why, but your heart ached with pain at the fact that he hadn’t responded. Why were you so upset over something so stupid? Trying to soothe the heartache, you told yourself that he had probably already teleported away and just didn’t hear you… right?

The truth was, Law had heard you. He just didn’t know what to say, because of the fact he was so lost in his own head. All he could think about was the question he’d been so close to asking you, and how he longed for the answer. 

He needed to know, for his own sanity.

#trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law x you #trafalgar law x y/n #law x y/n #law x you #law x reader #law x female reader #trafalgar d water law x you #trafalgar d water law #one piece x reader

[aiitheoutsinfree]

I Love The Night

Annie Leonhardt x Reader

Word Count: 1582

Warnings: Break ups, mention of Mikasa’s parents, mention of juvie, abandonment issues

Summary: Mikasa ends things between you and her, but in doing so, starts something better between you and Annie.

AUs: Modern!AU

Notes: I based this fic on this cover!

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That night her kiss told me it was over

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This trip feels off in a concerning way.

You’re at Sasha’s, enjoying what was supposed to be a very sunny Spring Break at her family’s lakeside house. When all of you arrived it started raining, but you can’t hear it anymore, the sound fading into the music.

The welcome party started off fun, but it very quickly became uncomfortable. Everyone keeps looking at you, steering clear of you, and you don’t like it.

“Mika, can we please go to bed? I don’t like how everyone keeps staring and avoiding me. Sasha looks uncomfortable, and I know that if she didn’t want me here, she’d have told me.”

Mikasa sighs, pulling me to Sasha’s room. When she closes the door, she backs you against it, kissing you. You can’t decipher why she seems so eager, can’t tell why she’s so insistent, but it doesn’t bother you at the moment. You pull back from the kiss and see Mikasa crying. You try to bring a hand to her cheek to wipe away the tears, but she pulls away and looks to the side.

“I was hoping they could let me wait to do this, but I guess not.”

“Do what?”

“Jean and I are going to start dating again. I was hoping to tell you after the trip was over, so we could have more good memories together. I told the others to leave you alone, but I think they took it too literally.”

“Y-you’re what? Mika, he ditched you.”

“Y/N, tread carefully. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“You told me you loved me, Mikasa! You said I was your first love, that he abandoned you!”

At that, her eyes glass over, you can’t even tell what she’s feeling. When she speaks, it’s with a cold voice, wobbling slightly.

“Y/N, you were a distraction. I tried telling you that you were only ever going to last until he came back. Now, let’s get back to the party.”

You scoff, “Fine, you wanna shut me out? I’m gonna get some air. I can’t stand being here with you.”

Her eyes widen before you turn away, and it seems for a second like she’s going to try and stop you. You hope she does.

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I went out late into the dark, the misty gloom seemed to soak up my sorrows

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You leave the room, head back down to everyone else, grab a drink from a very terrified Connie, and go outside. The rain must have stopped a while ago, because the landscape has a thick layer of fog coating it. You see the pier that Sasha’s family set up and go sit on the edge of it, taking a drink every now and then as you try and calm yourself down.

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The further I went on, I felt a spreading calm

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As you sit, you reflect on what you and Mikasa had been through together. The sleepless nights when Eren went to juvie for beating up Jean in your sophomore year, when she’d get jealous because she thought Hitch, Pieck, or Annie were getting too close to you for her liking. She’d helped you through your trust issues after Reiner, Annie, and Bertholdt moved when all of you graduated, gone without a word. As an ingrained part of their small group, you’d felt so betrayed, but now you just hope they’re okay.

You think back to the inciting incident that led to your relationship, her getting left by Jean. She was so hurt, and while you’d had a crush on her for a while before then, you didn’t expect anything from her. She’d said that’s what drew her to you, that you didn’t feel entitled to her attention or love. It could be that you’re still raw, but the sentiment leaves you bitter.

You thought of how you’d held her after the death of her parents, having to move in with Levi. God, what was this gonna do to your relationship with him? He was like a big brother to you. The same with Eren and Armin, they followed her like puppies, and you feared she’d tell them to leave you alone.

You hear footsteps behind you, and turn quickly to see who’s approaching. If it’s her you might decide to take a late night swim to avoid her.

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Then suddenly my eyes were bathed in light, and the lovely lady in white stood by my side

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A light flashes at you, and you quickly cover your eyes. You hear a muttered sorry, and when the light turns off it takes you a second for your eyes to readjust. When they do, your eyes widen at the sight of Annie Leonhardt not even two or three feet away. She raises one of her brows at you.

“I see you’d like to be alone.” As she turns to leave, you reach out, tugging the sleeve of her white hoodie lightly.

“Could you please stay?”

She huffs, and sits down next to you.

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She said, “Like me I see you’re waking alone, won’t you please stay?”

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“I had come here to say sorry we left, though I’ve heard that’s the least of the problems on your mind tonight.”

You give her a warning look, “Annie.”

She shrugs, “I’m just saying, you dodged a bullet. If she’s willing to get back with horseface after what he pulled with Eren, then she doesn’t deserve you.” You scoff.

“And what, you do?”

“Frankly, no. I don’t think any of us would, besides Historia or Sasha…if they weren’t taken.”

You look at her side profile, how she looks in the moonlight. She looks ethereal, and you almost laugh when you remember how many times she’d called herself ugly because of her nose. Almost, because you can’t find it in yourself to distract her from whatever she’s looking at in the stars. Almost, because for the thousandth time since you’d met her, you’d seen how gorgeous she is.

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I couldn’t look away

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“I love the night.”

“Huh?”

She doesn’t turn to you, “The day’s okay, but the night’s so much calmer, like a held breath’s been let out. It’s beautiful, to me at least.”

Though corny, you can’t make yourself look away from her, “Yeah, it is.”

When she turns slightly to look at you, you see the blush on her face.

“Listen, I know tonight has been horrible, and that you won’t be okay for a long time.”

“Right…?”

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There’s so much I can show and give to you, if you will welcome me tonight

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“I want to help you through it, but you have to know this first.”

You tilt your head, looking at her curiously. She takes in a deep breath, sighing it out.

“I’ve wanted to be with you for a very long time, and sometimes I’ve thought you did too. I want you to know this so that you’re fully aware of where I’m coming from. I want you to know…so you don’t feel pressured to reciprocate my feelings.”

Your eyes widen, and you feel your pulse quicken.

She continues, “If that’s alright with you, I’d like to kiss you. If we do kiss, though, I don’t want to be a rebound. I don’t want to be your distraction, or your way to get back at her.”

When you continue staring, she leans close to you.

“If at any point you want me to stop, then tell me to stop, okay?”

When you nod, she presses her lips to yours, and it’s like the whole world pauses around you. It feels urgent and eager like the last kiss you’d shared with Mikasa, but it feels more caring. In comparison it feels less like she’s pulling from you, like Mikasa had been, and more like she’s giving to you. As though she’s breathing new life into your heart after it’d been broken.

You pull back for air, and your eyes and heart soften when Annie looks panicking for a second. You cup her cheek before she can start apologizing. You look at her sadly.

“Annie, I’d love to give you a chance, but I don’t know if we can survive the distance, you going to Marley and all.” At that she laughs, and the sound makes your heart swell. When she starts speaking again, it’s with a deep blush that goes down her neck.

“Y/N, this is gonna sound really desperate, but I tried my hardest to graduate early so I could spend more time here, with you.”

“Oh Annie, that’s so romantic.”

She hides her face in her hoodie, “Shut up.”

You move your hand to grasp hers, doing the same with your other hand.

“Annie, if you’d be willing to let me sulk for a few weeks, I’d be more than happy to go on a date with you.” She looks at you, a smile on her face and tears in her eyes.

“I’m not gonna waste this, Y/N. I promise.”

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You think of Mikasa, and what she meant to you. You wonder what you meant to her, because she was always hard to read, her eyes betraying nothing but in rare instances.

You look at the usually stoic Annie Leonhardt. Tears pouring, with a smile bright enough to rival the sun itself even in the cold, dark night. You can see how she looks at you.

You see the love in her eyes, and it makes you smile back.

#annie leonhardt x reader #annie leonhardt x you #annie leonhart x reader

[blues-sues]

Did a Clangen thing! Meet Wildcatclan! And yes, I chose them bc of their name. Also ignore how I switched to pronouns halfway through instead of Tom/she-cat

Wildcatclan is described as The Efficient and Pleasant, so many of them are very kind souls! Though some, like Shadowstar, lean more into the "efficient" role and think that pleasantries should be saved for after everything is done and over with.

Brief descriptions:

Shadowstar- Mates with Beestorm, father of Applepaw and Copperpaw. Strict, but is lenient with his children. Probably why Applepaw is so energetic and carefree.

Juniperwhisker- Mates with Rookstone. Step-mom of Greypaw. Juniperwhisker is the deputy, and is kind to many, but she doesn't talk much. She's mostly concerned with making sure everything is in working order, and does it herself if need be.

Cootface- A lynx. Aroace. Was originally meant to be the "muscle" of the clan until she decided she'd prefer not to fight, and instead help her clan in a different way. Nobody objected, because the medicine cat was getting older and older anyway.

Starlingfang- Sarcastic. He, Sootstream and Blackstorm are the youngest warriors, all having been trained around the same time. Younger brother of Shadowstar.

Sootstream & Blackstorm- Always seem to know what you, and your eachother, are thinking. Sootstream is more talkative and Blackstorm listens to it all.

Cormorantstorm- Rookstone's younger sister. She's quiet, and often jumpy around others. Nobody quite knows why, but she always seems to be frantically listening and looking.

Skipperpaw- A former kittypet whom was dumped on the outside of the territory as a kitten. Upon being found, she was taken in immediately and raised alongside Copperpaw and Applepaw.

Goldenpaw- Another kitten dumped at the edge of the territory. He and Skipperpaw are friends and relate to each other over this aspect. It's suspected he was abandoned because the family couldn't afford to keep him. He was around 3 moons at the time and wasn't raised by any particular cat.

Greypaw- A salty young cat who always speaks her mind. Always. It's concerning how many times she's gotten in trouble for speaking without a filter. It's not that she means to be rude, but she thinks if something's obvious, she'll point it out. "Beestorm, are you sure you're not expecting?"... She was the first to guess and got reprimanded by Starlingfang for asking a rude question- that is, until Beestorm interrupted and confirmed it.

Copperpaw- She's always working. Running around and doing things. If Juniperwhisker needs help, she's there. It's truly a good thing that's her mentor. Juniperwhisker always appreciates the help and is considered an aunt figure to her.

Chanterellepaw- One day, he and Campionfoot arrived, and never left. After a recent flooding in the area, many cats were left stranded and alone. Shadowstar was eager to accept any newcomers he could. Nobody really knows where he found a kit and an elder, but they'll take it!

Applepaw- If you ever hear loud mewing from the woods or exciting chirping, it's most likely Applepaw. She is the most excitable of the clan and is constantly bouncing around. Shadowstar doesn't even try to give her stuff to do anymore. He knows she'll finish it quickly and go right back to racing around so what's the point?

Rookstone- After her mate, a rogue, had left her during her first litter's pregnancy, Rookstone was devastated and spent many nights simply lying in her nest with her tail wrapped tightly around her. Many warriors noticed, but it was Juniperwhisker who popped up and began talking to her. It was the most any cat had ever heard her speak, and whatever it was worked, because by nightfall, Rookstone was giggling like a young apprentice again and Juniperwhisker was puffed up proudly. Over the next few moons, Juniperwhisker was always there to help her when she was feeling down and the two grew closer, soon learning they had lots in common. Once Greykit came around, Rookstone was sure of it as she watched Juniperwhisker play with her kit. She was head over paws in love.

Beestorm- a complicated cat. She's not the kindest, but nor is she cruel. She likes to go with the flow, see where the tides take her- and, well, they took her to Shadowstar. Nobody really knows if the two actually are in love after all these moons, but neither have backed out yet, so it's safe to say they're sticking together.

Campionfoot- A washed up Tom found by Shadowstar and invited to join Wildcatclan along with his grandson, Chanterelle. He took the chance quickly. He wasn't willing to risk wandering for a moon or so just to find a stable home when there was one right in front of him! And while he's old, he still helps out around camp and is often a medicine assistant for Cootface.

Asterwhisker- Asterwhisker is the father of Rookstone and beloved by many. Always cracking jokes and pulling pranks- some aren't sure he's as old as he says he is, because he doesn't seem to have graying fur or becoming thinner. The Tom simply seems young as can be- and he always says his trick is a full night's sleep.

Squirrelcloud- always getting headaches and constantly being irritated by anything around him, many consider Squirrelcloud to be the most sour and he's often the one the warriors use to threaten the younger cats. "You don't wanna have to go and check Squirrelcloud for ticks, now do you?" And while he knows he's got a sharp tongue, he truly does want company. It's just hard to ask someone to simply sit with you and not talk.

Fennelheart- The oldest cat in the clan. Despite being blind and slowly going deaf, Fennelheart is always the first to volunteer for hunting patrols and never seems to falter in her step. It's an ongoing belief that the day she starts her retirement is the day the clan starves. Fennelheart always giggles as she hears this theory and finds it hilarious.

#warrior cats clangen #clangen challenge #clangen #warrior cats #warriors ocs

[idontknowreallywhy]

Estera - Ch 26 - Meet

I couldn’t leave them like that over Christmas could I?

Yet again it got too long so I’ve split it into two little ones (meaning I’ve now ended up with 3 chapters from what was meant to be one… this is why planning is futile 😂). Will post one now and one later then take a little break for Christmas fic consumption!

(What went before)

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“It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your fault.”

He wasn’t sure how long they had stood like that as she wept her heart out into his chest and apologised over and over and over again. Sometimes in English, sometimes in what he guessed must be Polish. A few of his own tears ran into her hair as he kept repeating the same reassurance, hoping at some point she would hear and believe him.

Every time she said it, it was like a punch to his stomach. He struggled not to beg her to stop, not to try to reason her out of it, even knowing that pure logic had never really helped him deal with this either.

Even so, he couldn’t bear to be the reason for her being in pain. He was a fool, he should have seen it. He’d been so distracted by dealing with his own misplaced guilt and confusion after their meeting that he hadn’t considered that she could be too…

Sure, he’d been worried for her, concerned that the occasions they had met again could had triggered bad memories, nightmares, flashbacks even. A resurgence of those four consonants that trip off the tongue and disguise a world of agony. She’d acknowledged as much in the middle of a sleepless UK night while he sent messages by glorious daylight from his favourite viewpoint up on the volcano.

But this? He hadn’t realised guilt had been ripping her soul apart too.

He screwed up his face in frustration - it was so unnecessary. The signs were there. If he’d realised, he could have fixed it sooner. Maybe said something to reassure her…

After a while the irony that he was feeling guilty for her feeling guilty did begin to nudge at him and he rolled his eyes at himself. Perhaps they were as bad as each other.

Time passed and the heavy shuddering sobs phased into sniffles with the occasional hiccup. He kept his hold light, resisting the urge to bear hug her like he would a brother. She cleared her throat uncomfortably and mumbled another apology, but different this time. He let go and cast about for something to break the awkwardness of the moment, picked up the abandoned bag of coffee beans and did his best Parker impression:

“Perhaps a nice cup of ill-advisedly strong caffeine, m’lady?”

She snorted a little, rolling her eyes at the dodgy British accent then gave him a watery smile before nodding her head towards the grinder on the bench behind him.

“I’ll just go and fetch the… thing. I might need a second to… um, finish wrapping it.”

She had disappeared through a door before he could reply and he let out a long breath, wiping his eyes with the heel of his hand. That had been… unexpected. But hopefully positive. He hoped he’d helped. He dreaded to think how long she’d been holding all that back. Again, he worried for how alone she was and felt that increasingly familiar rush of gratitude for the closeness of his own family.

He poured beans into the grinder and set the coffee machine going before looking around. Although compact, her space was warm and cheerful. No particular decorative theme but for a handful of random objects in the same shade of blue as the streak in her hair - his mind made a list without any particular input from him - the tablecloth, a cushion, an abstract painting, a carved figure of a bird. Even the doorframes. Did that count as one or four things? Oh and a picture frame over there.

Unable to contain his curiosity, he walked over to examine a wall full of photos and identified what must be her sister and grown up nieces. The resemblance to her sister was uncanny, although the age gap looked to be similar to his and Alan’s, the nieces almost closer in age to their aunt than their mother was.

The one in the blue frame was of Estera herself with an… impressively large dog, and another showed her looking delighted at the finish line of the London marathon. There was a school staff photo from which she smiled proudly and he spotted her in the back row of a gi-wearing group with very serious expressions.

He was drawn to a slightly crumpled and stained photograph in a plain silver frame which showed, he realised with a jolt, her at about the age she’d been when they’d first met, grinning broadly with her arms over the shoulders of two smiling people he guessed were her parents. She was somehow the perfect blend of the two faces.

She must have been carrying it as she escaped her homeland. Unthinkingly, he reached out a hand and rested the tip of his finger on the top of her tiny photographic head. Then jumped and retracted his arm as she re-entered the room hugging something silvery to her chest.

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She’d actually wrapped the present a week ago, but needed a moment to compose herself. She went to the little sink in the corner and splashed water on her face before burying it in a towel and trying to will away the residual hiccuppy spasms.

She supposed she should be embarrassed… at some point she probably would be. At the moment she had no idea what she felt apart from shaky and exhausted. With a shiver she realised the last person to have held her like that would have been her father… as she stood in the hallway of their family home and he’d promised they’d see her soon. Her sister had never really been a huggy one, that had always been Estera until… well, until she wasn’t. She’d had difficulty with that kind of proximity to other people for a long time.

She heard the sound of the coffee grinder from the kitchen - he hadn’t taken the opportunity to run away yet then. Not that she thought he would. He might wish he could, but he was too decent, too caring to do that. At least she could give him the gift now and then if she had made it too weird he could just not come back. Although again, somehow, she knew he would. She suddenly realised she had no idea how long she’d been and hurriedly fetched the parcel from the cupboard and headed back into the living room.

He leapt back from her parents’ picture looking guilty.

“Ah! Sorry, I didn’t mean to… err I was just… there are some great photos here and I…”

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His excuses petered out and there was a moment where both of them froze, Estera looking at him appraisingly. She appeared to come to some kind of decision and walked towards him. Taking hold of his hand, which was still hovering awkwardly in the air, she placed it back against the photograph.

“Scott, meet Andrzej and Ewa. Mama, Tata, this is my friend Scott.” She tilted her head and added quietly “Mówiłem ci o nim”.

“It’s an honour to meet you both.” Scott did his best to keep his voice steady.

She released his hand and blushed as he looked over at her.

“I’m sorry, that was probably… odd. I still talk to them sometimes. A lot of the time? Um. So…”

“Not odd at all. Here…” Scott swiped through his comm to the image he had bookmarked and projected it as a hologram. It showed the last full family photo they’d taken from which his mom and dad laughed, so full of life, surrounded by their five boys.

“Meet Lucy and Jeff. I… talk to them every day too.” He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “It’s not enough, though, is it?”

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His hand shook a little as he held it up and the hologram flickered. She placed her hand underneath his and took a little of the weight of his arm as she studied the photograph. The most striking thing at first glance was how very much the father in the photo resembled the man standing next to her. She didn’t mention it. She doubted she would be the first, or that he’d really want to hear it again. She looked instead at his mother, Lucy, the warmth and kindness in her expression almost radiating from the picture. That was familiar too.

“I’m pleased to meet you.” she whispered.

“She’d have liked you.”

He said it so quietly, Estera wasn’t quite sure she’d heard correctly, or what he meant by it so she remained quiet for a moment before her thoughts accidentally spilled out of her mouth again:

“Wherever they are they must be so very proud of you.”

His breath hitched and his shoulders tensed. Ok, there was something going on there.

“Maybe. I hope so.” He sounded so unsure, it made her heart hurt.

“Well I would be. You’re a good man, kind, friendly, fun and an excellent listener.” She paused and he looked at her in overt surprise.

“And I guess even the dad jokes are pretty good, you know, once you get over the shock of them being so bad.”

That made him smile. Actually it was more of a smirk:

“I knew it.”

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