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cinnamongorll · 5 months

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a fragile line - chapter 7

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female OC

Tags: extreme slow burn, age gap, older man/younger woman, protective joel, jealous joel, hurt/comfort, pov third person, mutual pining, angst, sexual tension, friends to lovers, canon-typical violence, feral joel, parental abuse.

Fic synopsis: three years ago, Juliet escaped her father's religious survivor camp, ending up in the Boston QZ. Juliet created a life for herself in Boston, desperate to forget the trauma of her upbringing. One day, Juliet arrives home to find a mysterious letter which forces her to return to her home town. Juliet can't travel the harsh post-apocalyptic landscape alone, so she enlists the help of the grumpy and, at times, frightening man she works alongside: Joel Miller.

Word count: 2.6k

Chapter 7: 'Slipped'

Juliet had forgotten what it felt like to walk in the forest, under a blanket of trees so thick that daylight could only be found creeping through the gaps in their branches. She closed her eyes when the light hit her, caressing her face and warming her skin in a soft, dewy glow. Joel walked a few steps ahead of her, twigs crunching under his muddy boots as he marched up the continuous incline of the worn path they followed.

Days had passed since their run in with the clickers in the Boston museum. It had taken them a whole other day to get out of the city after they came across a large hoard of infected stumbling through the streets, there must have been at least a hundred of them. Joel decided they would seek shelter in an old doctor's office for the night while they planned an alternate route out. So they sat, under the orange glow of Joel’s oil lamp and ate their rations on the dusty floor littered with old newspapers.

After their ‘meal’, Joel cleaned and changed the bandage of Juliet’s shoulder wounds, muttering something about not wanting to miss out on her promise of supplies if she died of an infection. Juliet sat in complete silence while Joel wiped a cloth drenched in whiskey over her shoulder, soaking up the blood pooled around the exit wounds. The whiskey smelled like him. His movements were clinical but careful, his touch tender as he rebandaged her shoulder. It was strange to see his rough hands, marked with calluses and scars, engaged in an act of such gentleness.

His performance was not to be mistaken for kindness, of course. Joel was very clear, with the speed in which he moved away from her after he had finished, that he was only protecting a worthwhile investment.

Joel’s coldness remained after days of travelling together, his scowl never letting up. He communicated with Juliet almost entirely with nods, grunts or gestures with his hands. Which was demonstrated when he turned to meet Juliet’s eyes and signalled to pause in the clearing between a few trees. Juliet looked up at the space between the branches and noticed that the sun was nearing the middle of the sky, almost mid-day, it appeared Joel was stopping for a quick ‘lunch’. Food was scarce, they had combined their separate stashes the previous night and found that there were only enough bite size pieces of jerky to last another day. Juliet was not overly worried by their draining supply though, as Joel informed her last night that they were headed towards some friends of his who would provide them with food and ammo for the rest of their journey.

Juliet had stiffened at the mention of Joel’s friends, although that was not the word he had used. Joel referred to them as his partners, meaning people he frequently smuggled with, Juliet assumed. She was uncomfortable with the thought of other people trespassing on the budding camaraderie she was developing with Joel.

Juliet worried that he would change his mind, join another group, and leave her to cross the country alone. She didn’t like to be dependent on others, usually wearing her solitude and independence as a badge of honour, but Juliet couldn’t deny that she needed Joel for this journey.

She didn’t know the route, she didn’t know the best roads to avoid major cities or how to hide from groups of infected - that wasn’t her main concern when she made the same journey only three years prior.

Being a young woman living in a post-apocalyptic world was a death sentence, she needed someone to watch her back whether she liked it or not. Juliet knew all about the kinds of sick men who lurked around every dark corner of America’s deserted landscape. A shudder ran through her at the thought.

Joel stood next to her, his backpack on the ground next to his feet, his back pressed against the trunk of the tree they both stood under. Juliet copied his movements as he tore a bit of jerky with his teeth and swallowed. The jerky was tough, it tasted like burnt rubber, smelled like it too. Juliet didn’t care, she was so hungry she devoured it in seconds. She took a swig of her water, cleared her throat, then decided to test Joel’s capacity for conversation.

“So, how long till we reach these ‘friends’ of yours?” she asked in the most nonchalant tone she could muster, staring down at her feet to enhance her act.

Although her eyes were pointed downward, she could feel the burning weight of Joel’s stare simmering on the side of her face. She didn’t dare lift her head as she waited for him to respond.

“About five hours if we keep the pace up,” he answered as he crumpled the paper his jerky was stored in and stashed it back in the pocket of his backpack. Then he swung it over his shoulder and adjusted the strap.

Juliet nodded as she did the same. “Cool,” she replied, deciding to leave the conversation there for now. Juliet was becoming more familiar with the timescale of Joel’s irritation.

They continued their hike, Juliet matching Joel’s speed as much as she could. Her thighs were screaming in pain but it was nothing compared to the ache of her shoulder.

She was worried the wound was becoming infected, the pain shouldn’t be increasing as the days went by, should it?

Joel had stitched the exit wounds closed the night she was shot, when she was thankfully heavily unconscious. However, his supplies, found in the decrepit ruins of the store, were obviously not as sanitary as they should have been and Juliet was becoming more and more anxious of her continuous waves of dizziness and hot flashes.

An infection was the worst case scenario. Antibiotics were like gold dust in today’s world and she no longer lived in the QZ where she could bribe or blackmail the medic workers for a few pills. No, in the outside world, infection meant almost certain death. Alarm pounded through her. Her death would mean Ethan would never be saved. Her death would mean Joel would never receive the remaining supplies he needed to reach his brother.

The burden of Juliet’s survival was overwhelming.

Juliet knew the best medicine for this situation was denial, so she burrowed the possibility of her impending death in a tight corner in the back of her mind and focused on Joel’s back as they made their way through the forest.

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They were about fifteen minutes out from Joel’s ‘friends’ place, their steps slowing as they neared their destination. Juliet was becoming increasingly anxious, she didn’t know anything about these people, didn’t know their intentions. To make matters worse, the pain in her shoulder had started to flash down her arm to her fingers. Juliet was sweating profusely and struggled to hide her panting from Joel’s questioning stares.

“What are their names?” Juliet asked, her voice a low croak.

Joel shot her a quick glance, his eyebrows furrowed at her dishevelled appearance. “Bill and Frank,” he replied.

“How did you meet them?” she pried, desperate to take her mind off the pain ricocheting around her body.

“Long story,” he said after a pause.

“Right,” Juliet whispered, it was futile trying to use Joel as a distraction.

They stayed silent again until they finally approached a tall metal fence expanding the perimeter of a massive property. Juliet could make out a row of large houses lining both sides of a street covered with fallen leaves. What was this place?

Joel’s already stiff body language had turned glacial as he approached the fence and typed in a quick four digit code. The door to the fence made a sharp buzzing noise before the lock popped open. Juliet glanced up at Joel, attempting to gauge his reaction and waiting to follow his lead but he stood entirely still, the now familiar veil of Joel’s survival instincts falling over his features.

Something was off.

Joel looked down at Juliet and caught her already staring up at him. He blinked and turned away, facing towards the small town, then he nodded and walked forward, holding the gate open for Juliet to pass through. His eyes said trust me as she passed. So she did.

They walked at a slow pace along the street. Juliet twitched to pull out her gun but she trusted that Joel knew what he was doing. She was confused, though. She knew that only two men were living here but it still felt too quiet. The stillness in the air was a crushing pressure that wrapped around the both of them. Joel kept walking until he abruptly stopped in front of a beautifully preserved two story house, the paint looked fairly new, the blend of blues and white creating a soft contrast against the dark brown of the door and window sills. It was magnificent, she was amazed that someone had put so much time and effort into maintaining its beauty. That was why she was so surprised when she noticed the overgrown garden and the dead plants lining the entryway onto the property. Why would someone put so much care into the maintenance of the house but forget to water the plants?

Juliet was startled from her thoughts when Joel slipped his gun from his back pocket and clicked the safety off. The usually quiet sound echoed around them in the silent street. Juliet looked to Joel with questions in her eyes which he answered with a low “Stay here” then he started to stride down the path to the front door. Juliet’s mouth dropped open slightly, astounded that Joel would ask her to wait behind. She rolled her eyes, took her gun out and followed after him.

They met at the front door, Joel let out a quiet but weighted sigh when he turned to find her standing next to him, then he reached out and turned the handle to the front door. They both raised their guns as they stepped through the doorway, Joel immediately moving forward to sweep the bottom floor as Juliet waited by the entryway to the dining room. There was a folded piece of paper lying on the dark wood of the extravagant dining table, along with two sets of cutlery and decaying bits of food left in ceramic bowls. Juliet froze, her mind travelling back to only days ago when she found a similar piece of paper lying on her own dining table. She swallowed and called for Joel.

He rounded the corner immediately, his eyes wide and jaw tense when he saw the paper Juliet pointed to. As he walked closer to it, Juliet noticed car keys sitting beside it on the table. Joel picked them up before opening the letter. Juliet was unsure what to do while Joel read the words written on the yellowing paper, she wanted to give him privacy but she was also desperate to know what had happened and what this would mean for their situation. She jumped when Joel suddenly dropped the paper on the table, pocketed the car keys and marched out the front door, letting it slam behind him. Juliet flinched at the sound.

She stepped forward and set her gun on the table, then tentatively picked up the letter, anxious to read the words which had caused such a reaction in Joel. She understood, though, when she read the first few sentences and knew that his friends were dead.

What confused her was the mention of a woman’s name she hadn’t heard Joel mention before: Tess. Juliet swallowed when she realised the implication of Bill’s words.

‘I leave you all of my weapons and equipment. Use them to keep Tess safe.’

She must have been close to Joel, close enough to both have a friendship with these men. Juliet couldn’t remember any mention of a Tess in the Boston QZ or a mention of Joel even having a partner. How long were they together for?

Juliet released a long, slow breath before she slumped into the dining chair at the head of the table. She thought about going after Joel but she didn’t know him well enough to comfort him or to predict his reaction to finding out that his friends had died. Juliet decided the safest thing to do, to avoid Joel’s potential wrath, was to sit quietly and rest her eyes. She was exhausted from the hike and the pulsating pain entirely covering the side of her body where the bullet wound resided. It was only seconds after she had closed her eyes when she felt a black numbness crash over her mind.

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The feel of a burning hot hand pressed against her forehead woke her up, the world was foggy and Juliet’s eyes struggled to focus.

“Fuck, you’re burnin’ up,” a voice cursed. Nausea gripped her now, a gag rising in her throat as the hands that belonged to the rough voice tipped her forward, slid his arms under her and lifted her into the air. She was floating for only a second before she was placed on a cushioned surface that felt so comfortable Juliet wanted to drift off again.

“Hey ” the voice barked, a hand now tapping her cheek. “Stay awake.”

Juliet wanted to follow his instructions, she really did, but she was just so tired and so cold and the hand that touched her cheek was so warm. She pressed her face against it, a moan slipping from her lips. Instantly the hand pulled back and a low groan rang out in the blackness behind her eyelids.

“Shit,” the voice said. “I’ll be back in a second, don’t you dare fall asleep again.”

“Okay,” Juliet whispered as she urged the darkness to descend upon her again.

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She woke to solid arms lifting her body up in a seated position, careful to avoid her injured shoulder. Juliet opened her eyes with a sudden wince, where was her t-shirt? She was on a couch in only her bra, the wound on her shoulder now leaking blood and other fluids onto the strap.

“What? -” Juliet muttered and her head rolled to the side before it was caught by a rough hand.

“Shh” a sharp voice cut her off. “Open your mouth, now,” it commanded.

Juliet blinked a few times, her eyesight finally focusing, and the blurry form crouched in front of her became clearer.

Joel.

One hand cradled the back of Juliet’s head as the other held a large white pill against her mouth, urging her to part her lips. Joel’s face was so close, his pupils so dilated that his eyes looked almost entirely black. Juliet licked her lips then allowed them to fall open. Joel instantly dropped the pill on her tongue then reached for a glass of water which he helped her take a sip of before he gently held her mouth closed as she swallowed the tablet.

Juliet gasped as it slid down her throat, her eyes falling closed, and this time, Joel let them. His grip was firm but careful as he helped her lie flat on the couch again before he let go and moved to sit on the coffee table beside her.

Juliet’s eyelids fluttered open and her head rolled to the side as she watched Joel wipe a hand over his face and sigh. Her mind was so fuzzy, she couldn’t tell where they were or what time it was, but one thought pressed against her consciousness, keeping her awake…

“Joel?” she breathed, her voice a whisper.

“Who’s Tess?”

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chaos0pikachu · 4 months

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so this isn't a fully formed thought and I think some of the confusion/lackluster feel towards the past lives/karma backstory is b/c the show's made what seems to be some pretty prominent changes to the novel. Which has flatten things some b/c the doctor is less of a complex char and more of a by-the-by antagonist to Phaya and Tharn's love.

But after last episode their backstory reminded me a lot of The Legend of White Snake, which is considered one of China's four great folktales - alongside Lady Meng Jiang, Butterfly Lovers, and The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl - like any folktale it's changed a lot over the centuries but the gist is:

A female snake demon/spirit (I've seen demon and spirit used interchangeably in English but "spirit" is probably closer to the intent), White Snake or Bai Suzhen falls in love with a human man - sometimes a doctor sometimes a herbalist - named Xu Xian. She hides the fact she's a snake spirit from Xu Xian and the two marry. Then a Buddhist monk, Fa Hai, shows up and realizes Bai Suzhen is a snake spirit. He threatens her to reveal herself and she refuses. He tells Xu Xian she's a snake spirit but he doesn't believe him so Fa Hai gives him a potion to reveal she's a snake. She falls asleep after drinking it and poof, transforms into her snake spirit form. In most tellings of the folktale he usually dies of shock seeing her transformation and Bai Suzhen goes on a journey to bring him back to life with her companion Green Snake (Xiaoqing). Husband resurrected Xu Xian tells her he loves her snake spirit or no and they decide to remain together.

But Fa Hai is a sour ass bitch about it and is like, nah. He kidnaps Xu Xian and is like "y'all can't be together!!" (regina george voice) so Bai Suzhen goes to save her husband and fights Fa Hai and like floods the land and shit (she's super powerful). She gets trapped in the Leifeng Pagoda and is punished for her crimes by staying in there separated from her husband (and sometimes son depends on the adaption).

In some cases she's trapped forever and Xu Xian becomes a monk - pretty sure this is the ending of Jet Li's film adaption of the story which made me fucking BAWL - in other cases her sons filial piety and merits in his life impresses and moves the Gods who allow her to be free and reunite with her family - this is the ending of one of the TV show adaptions.

So like, the fuck does this have to do with The Sign?

So like, in every adaption of White Snake that I've seen - which at this point is four - I'm always very much like "free my girl she did nothing wrong!!" but like flooding the land and upsetting Buddha IS wrong even if you did it ~for love~ it's why she gets punished in the end (no matter the adaption she's always trapped/punished & separate from her man) and released b/c her sons merits move the Gods enough to earn her freedom.

So on the surface it doesn't look like Tharn and Phaya did anything wrong, but idk we're only halfway through the story still.

If Tharn was engaged to Chalothon in his past life - and he was a woman - then him and Phaya DID cause harm to Chalothon even if they didn't love Chalothon.

Whether we, the audience, consider it harm or not (audiences tend to be fine with affairs/cheating if we're supposed to be "rooting" for the couples I notice). We also don't know the fallout - if any - happened post Phaya and Tharn's affair. It might be they have to earn merits to earn the right to be together - like Bai Suzhen did via her son - either by "saving" Chalothon from his obsession or some other means.

To me their story is closer to White Snake than Romeo and Juliet (which ISN'T a tragic tale of love). But right now, I feel like we have to little information. I've read novel spoilers and like, it makes more sense in the novel to me than the show currently. I'm hoping the show is able to kinda right the ship a bit as we continue to peel back layers of what happened and what's going to happen.

#the sign #the sign the series #chaos pikachu speaks #chaos pikachu metas

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chickenstrangers · 1 year

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I knew Our Skyy was gonna give us something to chew on with the architecture/engineering plays plot but this was so good!

I have talked extensively (too much?) about the Romeo and Juliet/Kwan and Riam framework in Bad Buddy, but the new plays fit really well into the themes I explored there. Bad Buddy uses two literary tragedies to explicitly create an optimistic and revisionist story of queer possibility and queer futurity.

The original show follows the story of Romeo and Juliet and Kwan and Riam (Plae Kao). As I wrote before, Bad Buddy uses multiple moments of crises (the outing, the gun shot, and the fake breakup) that specifically emulate these stories but subverts them so that tragedy is averted.

Most relevant for Our Skyy 2, the time jump between episodes 11 and 12, reflects a revised version of Juliet's faked death. While in the play, Juliet fakes her own death and Romeo is deceived, in Bad Buddy, Pat and Pran are both in on the trick, pretending to be dead (broken up) to the outside world while continuing to be together. So this is the moment in time where we find ourselves now.

But now we bring in two additional literary references (yes, one of them is P'Aof's own show, but I am treating it as a literary text in its own right). Both of these texts nuance the original Romeo and Juliet story line.

Snow White and the Seven Dwarves is a fairy tale. Unlike Romeo and Juliet, it has a happy ending, even in the Grimm version. But just like in Romeo and Juliet, it has a false death when Snow White eats the poisoned apple. Just as in Shakespeare's play, people believe her to be dead, putting her in a coffin.

If we take the time gap in episode 11 and 12 as the scene when Juliet has taken the poison and appears dead, these two episodes take place in a very liminal moment between life and death. Like Juliet, Pat and Pran give the appearance of death (that they have broken up), but they are both in on the deception.

The death motif continues into the Snow White allusions as well. They explicitly discuss Snow White's coffin, with Pran playacting as dead. The show is deliberately bringing focus to this part of the story. The four year gap takes place during both Juliet and Snow White's false deaths.

It's also significant how Snow White is buried. She still looks so alive that the dwarves cannot bear to bury her in the earth; instead they put her in a glass coffin. Here she can be seen in her state of death. The glass coffin is analogous to the glass closet that Pran and Pat are in. Many people know or at least strongly suspect that they're in a relationship. Even in the Bad Buddy finale, we see that the parents know even if they're not ready to acknowledge it yet. Pat and Pran are both Snow White, pretending to be dead, their false death on display.

And then we have the A Tale of a Thousand Stars play, which we learn is based on a true story and written by Tian, so presumably it follows the events of the show.

ATOTS is also not a tragedy, but it too inhabits a liminal space, playing with the idea of life and death. Tian nearly dies at the beginning of the series due to heart failure, but like Juliet and Snow White's, it is a false death.

Tian's story is about learning to live again, learning to not feel guilty for his life. He gets a second chance at life, but in his chest beats the heart of a dead girl. Throughout ATOTS, Tian's mortality is a looming question, as he keeps pushing himself harder than someone who just had a heart transplant really should. But being in the mountains is the first time Tian gets to really feel alive.

All of these stories are about death to an extent. Romeo and Juliet and Plae Kao end in both the lovers' deaths. Bad Buddy the series subverts these deaths, refusing to end in tragedy. Now in Our Skyy, we see Bad Buddy specifically aligning itself with stories that have happy endings. Even in this illusion of death, Pat and Pran are living.

I talked before about genre awareness in Bad Buddy, and especially episode 12 is about Pat and Pran taking control of their own narrative, choosing to not become Romeo and Juliet or Kwan and Riam. They break the fourth wall when they narrate in voiceover how they have been dating in secret. This is the exact same voiceover that is used at the start of Our Skyy! Pat and Pran get to tell their own story, subvert the genre conventions of tragedy and romance, and live their life as they want to.

And now we have Tian and Phupha telling their own story as well. Tian apparently wrote it down, and a central tension surrounds whether or not to give away the rights to their narrative, wanting whoever else tells it to tell it with care. Both these shows are about the characters taking control of their own stories, queering the narrative.

When given the choice about which stories to tell, which plays to put on, this time Pat and Pran don't want to tell a tragedy. They want to tell a romance.

#bad buddy #our skyy 2 #bad buddy meta #a tale of a thousand stars #our skyy 2 x bad buddy #thinking thoughts #a tale of thousand stars

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redhead-batgal · 2 years

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Hi!

Can I request a Damien one shot?

Damien takes a liking to the reader and his family is shocked with how much he cares about her and talks about her

With prompt fluff 13 🥺

Type: One-Shot

Pairing: Fem! and Student! Reader x Damian Wayne/Robin

Prompts: ☙13: “I can’t get them out of my head.” “They call that love dumbass.”

Content: Cursing, fluffy fluff fluff, school times, sarcasm and a demon spawn has a crush

Word Count: 2,843

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You had been going to Gotham Academy for over two years, transferring from the public schools that bullied and tormented you, to a private academy funded by a scholarship from none other than Bruce Wayne.

You had admired the Wayne family for years and in particular you had admired Tim Drake-Wayne. Co-Ceo with Mr. Wayne at seventeen! It shocked you and-and amazed you!

If only you could be like him, be amazing and so smart! So, when you discovered you were in the same class as his younger brother you were ecstatic. That is until you actually talked to him. Damian wasn't the nicest but you had move passed that. You had been able to meet Tim because of your friendship with Damian and he was strange.

Not nearly as strange as Damian but strange. Damian... he just seemed to be the complete opposite of Tim but somehow all the same. He was rude and snobbish but.... he was brilliant.

And you unfortunately got attached, very very quickly. It didn't take long for the two of you to become friends. And for you to develop a habit of not so subtly smacking sense into him and today was no different.

"Can you believe She's still rambling?" Damian muttered under his breath.

You rolled your eyes, twirling your pencil between your fingers as you tried to ignore him. Kenna Hilmen was talking and had been for five minutes now. Rambling about their opinion on Romeo and Juliet and how awful of a love-story it was.

"I understand that it isn't a wonderful love story, but does she have to keep going?" Another student next Damian remarked.

Romeo and Juliet wasn't a love story though, was it? Kenna kept going despite most of the class beginning to doze off. Mr. Allen sighed before clapping his hands together, cutting Kenna off.

"That is a wonderful analysis Kenna, but we need to let others have a chance to share." He looked around the room with a smile before continuing, "does anyone have a different opinion?"

You bit your lip and looked over to see Damian shaking his head as he turned back to draw more on his worksheet. Taking in a breath you raised a shaky hand. Mr. Allen' s smile broadened and he nodded pointing at you.

"Y/N, what do you think?"

Letting out the breath you tried to ignore the feeling of all the eyes on you and looked down at your book.

"I think that people mistake this tragedy for a love story."

Mr. Allen raised an eyebrow, cupping his chin as he sank onto the edge of his desk. Next to you, you heard the sound of Damian's pencil stop moving and the class began to go silent.

"And why do you think that?"

"Well," You began looking down at your book again before closing it, "Romeo and Juliet were children. Children who didn't even really know each other. The play takes course over a couple of days. A few weeks at most. Not even a month. Realistically it isn't possible to love someone that much. They were teenagers going through life wanting for something more and not receiving it from their parents. Parents who were too focused on a feud to realize their children liked each other. If their parents had watched their children, if they had been good parents, they would have been able to help them and they wouldn't have died at the end. Romeo and Juliet is about the dangers of holding grudges and letting them overcome you. Letting grudges overcome your family and descendants. You shouldn't do it and-and should allow people to feel for themselves. Not forced to hate for a reason that has been since forgotten."

Mr. Allen nodded and smiled as he rubbed his mouth. Shrugging he pushed himself off of his desk and looked you dead in the eyes.

"Then why is so much of the play about the romance between Romeo and Juliet?"

You shrugged, "Shakespeare liked to make points, if hidden in amongst words people would think were normal. Maybe he wanted to make a point that a grudge can't actually travel generations. You have to choose to continue the grudge. And Romeo and Juliet chose to ignore it. It may have been for intrigue or possibly even lust, but they choose to feel for themselves. And I think that's what Shakespeare wanted to show. Grudges are a choice. Not a law."

The room was dead silent, and you looked around finding Damian staring at you, his brow furrowed and face tight. He looked down at his paper and scowled before continuing to doodle.

Mr. Allen walked over to the chalk board and wrote a word across it.

Interpretation.

Turning back towards the class he tapped the board before gesturing towards the white board with Romeo and Juliet scrawled across it.

"Analysis is all about interpretation. Kenna believes that Romeo and Juliet is about young love gone wrong. Y/N believes it is about how dangerous grudges are. Neither analysis is wrong because they are different interpretations, as long as you don't stretch or leave out evidence, your interpretation can be an analysis some find correct. But keep in mind, there is no 'correct' analysis or interpretation. Nor are there really wrong ones."

Setting the chalk down Mr. Allen shrugged before looking towards the clock, "What is important is that you find which analysis fits your beliefs and you defend it. That will be all today. I will see all of you tomorrow, I expect. Remember to do the reading!"

In a commotion of bodies and noise, everyone moved to pack up their things. Leaning over towards Damian you fidgeted before asking,

"Do you think I talked too much?"

Damian looked you in the eyes for a moment, he shook his head and tilted it to the side.

"No."

You leaned in a bit towards him and his face twitched.

"Really?"

He kept eye contact for a moment before looking away, rolling his eyes he sighed.

"Yes, you were fine. L/N. Honestly."

You nodded, letting out a sigh of relief as your heart began to slow in your chest. Slow back to a normal beating. Gathering your things, you pulled your bag onto your shoulder and stood up. Damian stood up as well. He opened his mouth to say something but before he could Kenna walked over to the two of you.

She gave you a strange look before turning towards Damian. Batting her eyes, she smiled at him and began twirling a piece of her hair.

"What did you think of my analysis Damian?"

He raised an eyebrow at her and you rolled your eyes. Of course, she'd do that, she had been trying her hardest to make you friendless since you arrived at Gotham Academy.

"It is a tired take on Romeo and Juliet. One, millions of people have already given. And yet you spoke for ten minutes on the matter. "

You had to press a hand to your face to stop from bursting out laughing. Turning away from the two of them you let out silent laughter and shook your head.

Kenna was silent for a moment before huffing, the sound of her arms crossing.

"Did- Well I'm sorry you think that. I was just- I was just saying what I thought he wanted. I do however think differently. I mean what else was I supposed to say? Was I supposed to make up some bs about it?"

You froze and turned back finding Kenna glaring at you and you raised an eyebrow, a smile daring to jump onto your face.

"L/N's was at least a new look on it. Yours was something I've heard thousands of time. You could have tried to make it a bit different but no, the same droning as everyone else."

A cough almost covered the laugher that escaped you. Pressing a hand to your mouth again you looked and found Kenna staring stunned at Damian who was half smiling at you. Cheeks flushed slightly.

He sighed and turned back to Kenna who was opening and closing her mouth.

"If you have nothing else to say I need to leave. L/N is coming with me." Damian paused for a moment looking back to you, "Father needs a report about your grades."

He tightened his grip on his bag before looking at Kenna.

"Unlike some, you didn't pay to be here."

This time you couldn't stop yourself, laughter exploded from you as Damian pushed passed Kenna and grabbed onto your arm, pulling you out of the classroom.

Shrieking with laughter you swatted at his arm and begrudgingly were dragged along. It wasn't until you made it outside you were able to get a hold of yourself.

Skidding to a stop you waved your hand forcing air into your lungs as the remaining laughter escaped you. Pressing a hand to your face you bent over and shook.

"I-i." You began laughing, "I can't believe you just did that!"

Damian shrugged his cheeks more flushed as he gestured towards a car with Alfred standing outside of it.

"She was being annoying, it doesn't matter. Let's go."

Damian then proceeded to make a beeline for the car, and you sighed before following after him. This was going to be a long day.

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"A's in all of my classes and I'm third in class. I would be second but Damian is first and Sylv Mencken is second. They are really really smart! Anyways, I've been turning in all of my assignments and getting good grades on them!" You remarked as Bruce Wayne nodded from his seat at his desk.

He looked up from his papers with a smile and he set the papers down.

"I'm glad everything is going so well for you Y/N."

You smiled and nodded, "Me too."

Mr. Wayne gestured towards the door, "Well I'd be happy to have you come by any time. I will be seeing you at dinner I assume?"

"Of course!"

With that you gave a messy curtsy which seemed to alarm Mr. Wayne and hurried out the door. Wandering around, you began to look for Damian. Wandering away from Mr. Wayne's office you walked towards the library when you heard voices talking.

“I can’t get them out of my head.” Damian remarked clearly frustrated.

A familiar snort and voice followed, “They call that love dumbass.”

"I am looking for help Todd."

The sound of pages turning hit your ears as you got closer to the slightly open door.

"They why don't you go talk to Dick? He's better at this stuff."

There was a pause of silence as you reached the heavy wood door and felt the urge to not go in just yet.

"Richard.... I am unable to ask him for help because he would take things too far. And he might tell them."

"Oh, okay. I guess you should tell them you like them? I don't know demon spawn."

"I believe they like someone else."

"And? You're a catch. You may be a bat brat and possibly not human but you're not grotesque. Flirt with them. You've got looks, money and surprisingly good taste in books."

There was a slight growl and you decided now would be the best time to go in. Go in and stop Jason from being killed.

Pushing the door open, you poked your head into the room to see Jason sitting across from Damian a book in his hands.

Jason looked up and spotted you then smiled. He turned back towards Damian an eyebrow raised. Damian glared at him his hand rested on something next to him is that? NO!

"Oi, Wayne what are you doing?" You snapped marching towards him and yanking the katana from his hands.

"You are soo not going to use this. Are you insane? It could kill someone? Do you want your brother to die?"

"Been there done that." Jason coughed.

Ignoring Jason you looked at Damian who sighed and nodded. You smiled and handed him back his katana.

"Come on, I'm sure there's something we can do to help Alfred with dinner."

You turned hearing to sound of footsteps and a gasp. You turned to see Dick and Tim standing in the doorway eyes wide.

Dick swatted at Tim whose mouth was dropped.

"Did she just tell him what to do?" Tim asked.

"Did he just listen?" Dick replied.

You rolled your eyes and pushed passed them, turning to see Damian trailing behind you.

"Wait," Dick said, "Alfred told us to come and get you!"

You paused and turned back, and eyebrow raised.

"Dinner's ready." Tim remarked.

You nodded and continued on your way down towards the dining room. Upon arriving you saw a blonde girl chatting with Cass with a redhead on her other side. She looked up as soon as you came in and her brow furrowed.

She looked to the table in the middle of the room and Bruce sitting at the head of it and gestured to you.

"Bruce, don't tell me you got another one!"

The redhead snorted and you blinked in confusion. Another one of what? Shaking your head, you smiled and stepped forwards.

"I'm Y/N L/N I've gotten a special scholarship because of Mr. Wayne so I can go to Gotham Academy."

The blonde's jaw dropped, and the redhead closed her eyes shaking her head as she clearly fought off laughter.

"You're real? I thought that Damian was lying!"

You blinked opening your mouth as Cass blinked as well looking up at the blonde girl.

"Brown," Damian hissed moving towards her.

You stuck an arm out and shook your head. He looked at you for a moment his face going soft before nodding.

"Yes," You turned back towards her, "I'm real and we are friends."

Behind you, you heard someone cough something that sounded like, "I thought you were more."

Before anyone could say anything else, Alfred came into the room and gave everyone a stern look. Soon you were all seated at the table as he brought out the meal.

"So," The blonde began smiling in a strange way, "we've heard a lot about you Y/N. Have you heard anything about us?"

You furrowed your brow as you tried to remember. Damian usually only called people by their last names, so you didn't technically know their names, but you had heard of them.

"Uh sort of? I know your brown, and you" You pointed to the redhead thinking for a moment, "Gordan? He never calls you by your first names."

The blonde looked at Damian who was sitting next to who and raised an eyebrow.

"Really? Oh well I'm Stephanie, everyone calls me Steph though. And she is Barabra or Babs."

You nodded and gave a tight smile feeling like everyone was staring at you. Taking in a breath you began fiddling with your fingers only for Damian to reach over and take your hand.

You looked to him and found him glaring at Steph and shooting glares at anyone looking your way.

Was he upset with them? He couldn't have known they made you uncomfortable right? Maybe he was just upset because you said he never calls them by name. But he does that with everyone, what was going on?

"Stop being rude." Damian snapped causing Tim's jaw to drop.

You winced; this was your fault. Why couldn't you just do things right?

"Sorry I-" You began when Dick cleared his throat.

"So, Y/N." He began, "Damian says that you are thinking of going into business once you graduate?

You shrugged, "I don't know. I do believe business looks interesting but there are so many interesting things out there you know?"

You looked to Tim and gestured at him, "I mean I'm like low-key in awe of you. A CEO at seventeen? Wow, but like I don't really think I'm cut out for business. I love animals so I might do something with them. I-i. I guess I don't know."

Steph blinked before her face flushed and she began snorting and Barabra patted her on the back. Biting your lip, you looked away from them and began fiddling with your fingers again.

"Sorry, I tend to talk to mu-"

"No, you don't" Damian interrupted.

Rolling his eyes, he crossed his arms with a huff and continued, "You know what you're talking about have a lovely voice and get to the point. You talk a fine amount."

You blinked a few times feeling heat flush over you. You know what you're talking about? You get to the point? You never thought you did... but if Damian did maybe you were wrong.

"What-" Jason began choking back laughter as him and Tim were red in the face, "What was that middle one de- Damian?"

Damian opened his mouth when suddenly his face and ears flushed red. Glaring at the two of them, he growled, and Mr. Wayne sighed.

Alfred walked into the room noting the tension and sighed before walking back out.

"We all love having you here Y/N." Dick suddenly said capturing your attention.

"Especially Damian." Tim muttered in what seemed confusion.

Looking over at Damian, you found him staring at you and you flushed before looking away. Did....

Did Damian like you?

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midnightechoes · 1 year

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Here on the eve before the finale of RWBY volume 9, my thoughts are drawn to Nuts and Dolts, one of my very favorite ships in RWBY.

Full disclaimer: I’ve been a fan of RWBY for about two years. A couple of friends got me into it after the v8 finale aired. So yes I had to experience the hiatus like everyone else, but I didn’t have to experience the years between Penny dying during the Fall of Beacon and her return in volume 7.

But anyway, I’m thinking a lot about these two:

This was the scene where the ship sailed for me, although I understood the appeal from Penny’s very first appearance. I was heartbroken when Penny first died, although there was a part of me that thought “I mean, she is an android. In theory you could fix her.”

And a few weeks later, there she was, in her Maya animation engine glory. And wow did Nuts and Dolts really soar. We got fed SO WELL in volumes 7 & 8.

I couldn’t believe how much time they spent together, just how often they held hands and hugged. I swear, Ruby’s never had more intimate contact with any cast member than she had with Penny. There was just something about Penny that made her feel safe and comfortable.

But we all know how volume 8 ended. Perhaps it was inevitable. And WOW, to immediately get Friend during the ending credits, a song that’s literally Penny saying that her life was worth living because she got to know Ruby.

These two really are the Romeo & Juliet ship of RWBY, aren’t they.

I really hoped that we’d get a chance to see Ruby actually deal with the loss of Penny in volume 9. AND BOY DID WE. lol totally a “careful what you wish for” situation.

It certainly was great though. It solidified that, whether you interpret Penny and Ruby as platonic or romantic, they meant the world to each other.

Nuts and Dolts shippers got so much content this volume, even if it was of the tragic variety.

I’ve been thinking about them a lot this week because, unless something miraculous happens in the finale, this is probably truly the end for that content.

Of course, us shippers will always celebrate and create content for the ship, but as far as stuff we get from the show, this is probably it. I hope Ruby has some sort of emotional resolution about Penny in the finale, and maybe she’ll mention her once in a while as someone she lost, but we’re at the end as far as in-show content.

There’s nothing wrong with this. The show’s had a story to tell, and we’re simply at the end of this branch of it. They’ve done a wonderful job, and I’m so grateful for the story they gave Ruby and Penny.

It’s just... the ending of something, the end of the canon story of this ship. That gives me a melancholy feeling.

I love Nuts and Dolts. No matter what happens in the finale, I know that these two will continue loving each other in so much fanart, AUs, canon divergent timelines, etc.

So if tomorrow truly is the end of their story in-canon, then I just have to say thank you to CRWBY for these two, and this is how I’ll choose to remember them: happy, safe, finding comfort in each other’s embrace.

Together.

#rwby #rwby spoilers #rwby9 #rwby9 spoilers #ruby rose #penny polendina #nuts and dolts #nuts n dolts #nnd #mechanical rose

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wizardfrog69 · 1 year

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continuation of ada reader x sigma 👀 and it’s okay, take your time 🫶🏻 what if doa ends up finding out about their secret relationship and either threatens to k*ll reader or ask sigma to use it to backstab the ada? (Even worse if they threaten by using his life or the casino 😭)

I have one word for you and the word is 'yes' I don't write enough angst and it will probably be easy to tell but oh well.

'•.¸♡the only right choice is always wrong♡¸.•'

Sigma x gn!reader

A sequel to what to choose

An alternative to this sequel: false choice

Angst ig

Cw!!!Death, suicide

If this subject is triggering in anyway please do not read, your mental wellbeing is more important

Sigma's worst nightmare came true, the decay of angel found out about the relationship he's been keeping a secret, his lover works in a rival organisation therefore the only way for him to stay alive and to keep his job in the casino is to keep the relationship a secret.

His only options are either to: be killed by the doa, betray the love of his life and the ada, kill the one person he swore to give up his life for or suicide. He even considered going out romeo and juliet style, seeing or even thinking about his lover feeling great a deal of pain made his heart ache and he didn't want them to feel saddened, but he didn't want to loose them, despite what he were to choose either they would end up dead or feel extremely hurt and will live in grief forever.

Sigma sat in his office for hours feeling too scared to go home and face his sweetheart, he just couldn't bare the thought of seeing them at the moment, even think about them brought tears to his eyes causing to brake into another crying and sobbing mess, the worst of it all was when he heard a knock on the door, was he crying too loud? He tried to compose himself and wipe away his tears in hope the person wouldn't notice the misery in his red eyes.

When he opened the door to his horror you stood there, certainly the last and only person he wanted to see at the moment, he let you in hoping you wouldn't realise his distress and go on about your day. 'What happened dear?' The worry in your voice threatened the tears to spill out again but he didn't let them, he wanted to out on a brave front for you. 'Nothing I just need to stay here a while.' Sorrow echoed throughout his voice and reaching the depths of your heart. You decided to give him a hug in the hope of making him feel better but the action had the opposite affect, Sigma started to sob and hold onto you tightly as if this was the last time he was going to hold you.

The two of you stood there until Sigma's sob died down, he kept on hugging you tightly but used one of his hands to wipe away his tears. You have decided to lead him to the couch and sit there for a while, 'Are you ok? What happened?' You said in a soft and soothing voice trying to calm Sigma down. Sigma didn't say anything for a couple of seconds and only holding onto you with his head on one of your shoulders. Sigma couldn't bring himself to tell you the truth but thinking about telling you a lie was as painful so he decided to stay silent for a while until you spoke again. 'We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to but if you change your mind I'm always here for you.' You only got silents in response again. 'Let's go home and you can sleep it off there alright?' Your voice was a comfort to Sigma and he never wanted to stop hearing it. Sigma nodded to your suggestion and the two of you went home after Sigma composed himself and got ready to leave.

In the car Sigma finally made up his mind on what to do although it was a painful solution, if you could even call it that, but there was nothing else Sigma could do.

At home the two of you got ready for bed, you were worried about Sigma, you have never seen him in such a state and you didn't know what was causing him to act the way he was acting. You were ready to go to sleep, Sigma told you to go to bed and he'll join you in a bit first he needed to do something in the kitchen.

The lights were turned off and Sigma slid into bed after placing what you assumed was a glass of water on the bedside table. 'I love you and whatever it is we can find away to over come it together.' Your voice only brought more tears and your warm embrace didn't help either, all you got as a response was a nod, or what you thought was a nod. Sigma wasn't facing you, how could he be facing you? He had to make a decision, the worst decision of his life, either him or you.

"I love you..."

Sigma's last words that evening. You were fast asleep lying in your bed with a steady breath, unaware of your surroundings, holding the person you trusted the most, the one you loved and told all your deepest fears to, the fear of being betrayed by one's you love, the fear of Sigma's death, the fear of never being able to say goodbye.

With tears in his eyes Sigma got up and made sure you were sound asleep and taking knife he placed on the bedside table he held it upside-down in a stabbing position, he walked over to your unconscious body and lifted the knife over your body, placing his other hand over the knife he did the only thing he promised himself not to do... he began to stab you. Waking up from the immense pain in your chest you could see Sigma's body hovering over you and his loud sobs, your mind in shock you reach over to touch his cheek 'what's wrong?' Your weak voice startled Sigma and his cries only got louder and you could feel years dropping down onto your body, your body now felt wet, very wet. The unexplained stabbing chest ache still there, you felt tired and confused. Your hand traveled to the pain only to feel Sigma's hands holding something, you felt more weak by the second, you gently took hold of Sigma's hands, 'what's wrong?'

Sigma didn't want to leave hold of the knife, he was scared, scared of the reality of what he had done, of the fact that he'll never be able to see you smile again, he'll never hear your voice, your warmth is seeping through your body, your life is seeping away from your body.

He pulled the knife out, he couldn't bare to continue stabbing you, all he could do know was hold you and cry, cry all night till the morning.

Sigma opened his eyes, he was holding onto a dead corpse with a pool of blood surrounding him and his long dead lover, he could feel his eyes hurt, he couldn't cry anymore, he couldn't do anything, he refused to believe you were dead, he just wanted to stay in that position forever he just wanted you to be near him for as long as you could. But he knew he couldn't stay that way forever, Fyodor was coming over to hear his decision.

He got up to grab the he used to stab your heart and he stabbed himself in his own heart, it would be unfair for you to be the only one to go through the pain of seeing your loved one stabbing you in your heart. He felt the unbearable of being stabbed but nothing hurt more then having to stab his love. He felt tired, his eyes were filled with tears again, his heart was crying, crying over his mistake, crying over the horrible actions he took to protect you which ended up failing in the end, he failed in protecting you from your fears, from him...

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

Idk if I'm crying cuz the music or cuz of this, I hope you enjoyed it! :)

I don't think I did it justice tho.

I think I should write more angst, would y'all enjoy that?

Have a wonderful day/night! :)

-with love's sadness, Az the wizard frog. ♡

#bsd #bsd x reader #bsd sigma #sigma x reader #sigma #sigma x you #i fucking cried while writing this 💀#sigma x y/n #angst sigma x reader

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hazelsmirrorball · 2 years

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Astronomy- Regulus Black

parings: Regulus Black x FEM! reader

Summary: Regulus and (Y/N)’s relationship was as beautiful as the stars in the sky. But as time passes their love for each other dies. Inspired by Conan Gray’s Astronomy

note: been gone for a while, hope y’all enjoy. If you have a request don’t be shy

astronomy

Regulus Black and (Y/N) (L/N). Their relationship was one pulled out of a book, a prohibited friendship turned into a Romeo and Juliet romance. Regulus never intended to fall in love with her and (Y/N) never intended to fall in love with him. But they did, they fell, and they fell hard. Talking about potions, became into silly little jokes and jokes became into the occasional flirty comments and a few months later both of them were lost with each other, falling in deep. Never in his wildest dreams did Regulus Black imagine himself falling in love with his brother's best friend and Y/n L/n never imagined falling in love with her best friend's younger brother. But love works in mysterious ways.

Socially speaking they were the same, same sense of humor, same quiet demeanor, and both of them both didn’t have the healthiest family relationship.

Regulus knew that his mother wouldn’t approve of their friendship, let alone their relationship. His mom cared about blood status, and she wanted to continue the pure bloodline in the Black family. Yet his other half was a muggle-born Gryffindor, two things his mom despised. He tried to avoid her at first knowing his mom wouldn’t like the fact that he was befriending a mud-blood, but the more he tried to avoid her the more intrigued he became. If his mother found out that he was dating a Muggleborn Gryffindor that’s best friends with Sirius it would be the end of Regulus. He couldn’t risk losing the only happiness he had in his life but he also couldn’t risk his mom getting un-pleased with him.

Regulus lay on his bed, eyes wide open lost with his thoughts. His thoughts went to Sirius, what he would do if he was in this situation. He knew he wouldn’t chicken out, he wouldn’t care what their parents said or thought and he would follow his heart. So that’s what he sort of did.

He got into a relationship with Y/n L/n but not into your typical one. Since he was deeply afraid of his mother but deeply in love with (Y/N) he decided to do an ultimatum, he would still be in a relationship with (Y/N) but without anyone knowing about it. His cowardness led him to do something he regretted now more than ever. When he told (Y/N) about keeping the relationship on the down low, she didn’t mind. So, they started dating.

At first, Regulus found himself thinking that he came up with the most brilliant plan ever, he could have the girl of his dreams while keeping his mother happy but he felt bad, he felt like a coward, he couldn’t hold her hand or kiss her in public. He couldn’t do all the things couples regularly did. He felt selfish like he was trying to have the best of both worlds and at some point, it was going to backfire and hurt one of them.

A tale old as time, young love doesn’t last for life

(Y/N) didn’t mind at first, she loved Regulus and she knew he wasn’t quite fond of PDA. She also was aware of his relationship with her mother since she was close with Sirius she knew what a pain she was. But it never crossed her mind that he would act like she never existed when he saw her around the halls. Like she was a stranger. Regulus had gone to the point of changing seats in their potions class and ignoring her presence. It hurt Y/n badly. She wished Regulus would scream at the world about how in love he was with her, but sadly that was near impossible. It was hard, how could she not hurt when the same person that ignored her during the day would caress her skin and mumble sweet nothings at night in the astronomy tower?

(Y/N) took James’s invisibility cloak quietly and tipped toed out of the Gryffindor common room. She wrapped her body with the invisibility cloak and walked towards the astronomy tower. She entered swiftly into the tower, instantly taking the cloak off and that’s when she locked eyes with her favorite fluffy-haired boy. He was sitting down against one of the edges with a big grin plastered on his face. Regulus taped the space beside him making (Y/N) skip happily towards him and giving him a peck on the check.

“That’s all I get?” Regulus said while pouting. In one instant moment, he took (Y/N) knees throwing her legs on top of his lap.

“Well, that’s what you deserve since you decided to ignore me, again may I add,” she said while innocently looking him straight in the eyes, Regulus melted instantly.

Damn, he felt so bad.

“You know I don’t do that on purpose. You have to trust me; I love you more than anything”

“I know and I do trust you, more than anything in this world” She while reaching towards his cheek to caress it softly with her thumb.

“Now, how was your day?” Regulus said with a soft smile.

“Well, James wanted to…”

As much as it seems like you own my heart

Today was a rough day for Y/n, Regulus had noticed as soon as he saw her walking behind the marauders while muttering some random words. He knew he wanted to sprint toward her and ask what was wrong but, he wasn’t brave enough for that. Even though he knew what he was doing was bad he decided to make it up for Y/n. He had slipped a small note in her robe when she accidentally bumped into him while heading toward class. The note read:

Meet me in the astronomy tower.

Regulus stayed the last hours setting up the astronomy tower. It was your guy's place. Where you guys could be yourself and enjoy each other's presence. You wouldn’t be judged for dating each other. You could slip into each other’s touch without a care in the world. It was your safe space.

Y/N walked in slowly whilst holding the small note Regulus gave her. Her eyes quickly watered when she saw the beautiful setup Regulus had made. The floor was covered in some beautiful blankets and pillows. A vanilla-scented candle was placed in the middle of a plate with chocolate-covered strawberries. Regulus looked up at you with the biggest smile on his face. The brightness of the stars and candles made him glow.

“I sometimes can’t believe you’re real Regulus,” Y/n said while sitting next to her beloved. Regulus pulled her close to him enjoying her presence. He took in her scent nuzzling into her neck. He smiled softly when he felt her shiver.

“I will love you forever Reg. You’re my forever star” Y/n said while taking Regulus by the chin making him look at her.

“And you’re my forever moon, love”

From far away, I wish I'd stayed with you

Regulus scrunched up his eyebrows while gripping forcefully against the apple that was close to his lips. He muttered random curse words while watching Y/n happily dance with James close by her side. If he wouldn’t be such a coward that would’ve been him.

But here, face to face, a stranger that I once knew

Regulus anxiously bounced his feet up and down waiting for his classmates to enter. He watched as Y/n laughed at something Lily Evans said. He grins excitedly watching her come near him. Her eyes hovered around the room stumbling towards Regulus her smiling instantly dropping. She avoid his eyes and walked far away from where she always sat.

I thought, if I wanted, I'd fall back in love You said, "Distance brings fondness", but guess not with us

“Regulus, I can’t keep doing this anymore” Y/n muttered under her breath avoiding his gaze.

“What?” Regulus quickly sat up and took him by the chin, making her look at him softly.

“ I just can’t keep doing this, I love you more than words can explain but I just can’t do all of this hiding. Dark times are coming and I feel like this is not the only thing you are hiding from me”

“Y/n, please trust me. When the time comes…”

“I can’t keep waiting for the time to come, Regulus. If you love me, why hide it? If we are soulmates like you said we were, why not show the world? Why hide the only good thing in your life?” Y/n yelled, covering her face desperately.

“Because I don’t want to lose the only good thing I have”

“You already did.”

We've traveled the seas, we've ridden the stars. We've seen everything from Saturn to Mars.

“When all of this ends, where do you see us?” Y/n asked while laying her head on his

“I see us traveling the world together, freely, falling in love all over again”

Stop trying to keep us alive. You're pointing at stars in the sky that already died. You can't force the stars to align when they've already died

Regulus gripped the envelope in front of him. He felt as if his world stop. Like everything didn’t matter at that moment. Like all of his effort and patience wasn’t worth it. All his faith in love was flushed down the drain. All the things he did, all the wrong things, he only regretted one. The one that constantly followed him. He finally thought that it was done. The constant guilt and regret were done, but there it was the constant reminder that he will never be as happy as he was a few years ago. He felt the tears falling from his cheeks as he read the beautifully engraved letter.

You are cordially invited to

James Potter & Y/n L/n

wedding

It's astronomy, we're two worlds apart

#james potter #regulus black #imagines #marauders x reader #marauders x y/n #Marauders #timothee x reader #timothee chamalet #regulus black x reader #regulus #James #james potter x reader #harry potter imagines #Harry Potter #aaron taylor johnson #oneshot #Spotify

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yellowmagicalgirl · 2 years

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Toby Domzalski foe the song asks?

I do not have any 'foe' themed!Toby songs 😉 But that doesn't mean I don't have any songs I associate with him!

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"Ballad for Dead Friends" by Dashboard Prophets is the unofficial theme song for A Different Sort of Rage, my Toby POV fic for my Juliet Dies; Life Continues series.

send me a 🔊 and a character and ill say a song from outside their source media that reminds me of them somehow

#toby domzalski #tales of arcadia #trollhunters #juliet dies; life continues #dashboard prophets #answered ask #autumnalfallingleaves

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cbs-scorpion-coffee-shop · 8 months

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Blind Love

Has anyone noticed the parallels between Walter and Paige's relationship and Romeo and Juliet's relationship? I mean the original Shakespeare version, not any other version.

They're both 3 years apart. (Romeo's 16 and Juliet's 13, Walter's 35 and Paige's 32).

The man exits a relationship before the story begins (Romeo with Rosette and Walter with Janice).

There's even a scene of Romeo and Juliet that Walter acts out flawless in S2E11, and just the way Walter talks seems like someone who's read the works of Shakespeare.

More important than that, Romeo and Juliet don't actually love each other. They have a blind obsession with each other. A "violent delight" as the story puts it. It distorts their perception of themselves, each other and those around them, and eventually costs them everything.

Romeo is obsessed with Juliet the moment he lays eyes on her. He had just been pining for Rosette, thinking that he will never find an equal for her, and he would've continued to be so if not told by his friend to see Juliet.

Juliet is charmed by Romeo the moment she meets him, and conceives this image of him being a flawless man.

Over the course of the story, Romeo and Juliet go to further and further lengths for each other despite barely knowing each other, turning against their families, breaking the law and eventually they kill themselves when they think the other had died.

Their obsession with eachother makes them fail to realize how fickle, emotional and full of bullshit Romeo is, how Juliet is a young, foolish girl who would turn on her family for a boy she didn't know (if she would do that then she would turn on Romeo one day), how their families, despite being in conflict with each, wanted nothing but good for them, how they barely know other and have had two good conversations in their entire lifes, and how increasingly stupid their actions became over the story.

Walter and Paige's characters are a little deeper.

Walter had been unloved for most of his life due to the way he is. He meets Ralph who he relates to, and Paige who treats him with kindness and care. He perceives her to the woman of his dreams who can love him like no one does. Which she is.

Paige's father was a single, heartbroken and miserable dad. Her mother had left her. Her ex-husband had left her to take care of her son for years. Her entire life, she had been let down by figures who were supposed to be taking care of her. She meets Walter who gives her a stable job, a family, ends most of her struggles and loves her son as his own. She perceives him as the person who will fulfill all of her needs. Which he is.

However there are two problems. 1-Walter thinks that in order to be loved, he has to be someone else. 2-Paige thinks that in order to be loved, she has to be important.

So, when Walter, out of his fear, tells Paige to change him using scorpion as an excuse, and Paige, out of her fear, complies using her son's future and wellbeing as an excuse, things take a turn for the worse.

Walter becomes obsessed with who he thinks Paige is, while Paige becomes obsessed who she thinks Walter can be. They slowly go from helping and appreciating each other, to unintentionally hurting and sabotaging each other, and eventually breaking each others' heart.

Walter and Paige's obsession with each blinded them from the fact that Walter was the person Paige loved, and his constant changing made her subconsciously hold contempt for who he became. It blinded Paige from the fact that she was wanted and loved by everyone on Scorpion, and her lying, berating and humiliating of Walter made him fire her. It blinded Walter from how stupid, childish and downright shameful some of his actions were in S3. It blinded Paige from the fact that besides her failed marriage with Drew, and her short relationship with Tim, she has little to no experience in having a healthy romantic relationship or in even having a person that loves her and is willing to take care of her, and that she had no business telling Walter how to be a boyfriend.

That blindness eventually turned them into people that neither of them wanted to be. Walter into someone vulnerable, nervous, people-pleasing, gullible and full of shit sometimes, and Paige into someone emotional, fickle, hurtful, manipulative and lacks decency on several occasions.

I think Walter and Paige's characters were supposed to be a version of Romeo and Juliet that actually love each other in the end, but even all that could have been written so much better.

Anyways, that's my two cents on this theory.

#cbs scorpion #walter o'brien #paige dineen #scorpion cbs #romeo and juliet #shakespeare #I really wanna hear people's thoughts on this.#Although I don't think many people have actually read Romeo and Juliet.

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Reasons I love Romeo and Juliet:

-One of the first things we learn about Romeo, one of western literature's most famous lovers, is that he's been locking himself in his bedroom, shutting the curtains to make the room dark, and crying all alone every day.

-Romeo just generally being such a hilariously dramatic sad boy for three-quarters of the play. Like, imagine your cousin comes up to you out of the blue and is just like, "Hey, what's up?" And you just immediately are like, "LOVE! LOVE IS CRUEL! WHY IS LOVE LIKE THIS?" And then you continued to be like that for most of the next few days until you tragically died.

-Mercutio just 100% getting what kind of a person Romeo is. He's like, "Well, we lost Romeo, but if we just shout into the air about love and how hot Rosaline is he'll probably come running this way."

-That moment during the balcony scene when Juliet is like, "I wish you were my little pet bird on a string and I could just pull you back to me whenever I wanted." And Romeo is just like, "Yeah girl, I'd love to be your pet bird." And then Juliet is like, "Good thing you're not though, because I would just love you and squeeze you so hard that I would probably accidentally kill you."

-When Romeo tells Friar Laurence about Juliet, and Friar is just like, "Dude, are you kidding me? Literally yesterday you were just here crying about Rosaline, the love of your life. Like, I can still see the tears on your cheeks and hear the echos of your crying." And Romeo, fool that he is, is like, "What are you talking about? You told me to forget my love for her! Why are you mad?" And Friar is like, "Yeah, I told you to forget her, not to IMMEDIATELY replace her with someone else!

-Nurse threatening to fight Mercutio.

-Nurse's relentless ability to avoid answering questions or talking about the topic at hand by telling random stories, dramatically complaining, or just randomly changing topic in the middle of a conversation.

-The fact that Romeo is stupid enough to kill his secret wife's cousin literally within hours of marrying her.

-Even though killing Tybalt was so dumb, I unironically love Romeo's revenge speech, when he's like, "My dude Mercutio's soul is on it's way to heaven, and I won't let him go alone. One or both of us will be joining him on that trip."

-Nurse, the bumbling, comedic relief character and a servant, claiming that Tybalt, hot-headed and murderous cousin to Juliet, was her best friend.

-Juliet finding out about Romeo killing her cousin, then talking about what lying, deceitful scum he is, and then immediately flipping out when Nurse agrees with her.

-When, less than 24 hours after Tybalt's death, Juliet's parents are like, "Wait, are you still crying about your cousin's death? Dude's been dead for like 12 hours. Get over it."

-When Friar Laurence is like, "I might be able to help you, but what I'm asking you to do won't be easy. And Juliet is like, "Oh, it won't be easy, you say? Let me tell you what I'd do to avoid marrying Paris." And she starts off pretty standard by being like, "I'd jump off a tower." And then somewhere along the way she gets to, "I'd rather be chained up with bears than marry Paris. Also, I'd be locked into a variety of different tombs/graves rather than marry Paris." And I imagine in Friar's head he's just like, "Funny you should mention that last one."

-The arrogance of Romeo, when he specifically seeks out the poorest, most broken down apothecary he can find, in order to use his money to coerce the man to sell him an illegal poison. He seriously has the nerve to be like, "Eh, money is a worse poison than poison anyway." Like, imagine going up to a person starving on the streets, using their hunger as leverage to get them to commit a crime for you, and then telling them that money is a poison. I mean, he has a point, but he might have the wrong audience for this particular righteous spiel.

#romeo and juliet #romeo #Juliet #Friar laurence #Rosaline #classic literature #classic lit #shakespeare #nurse #mercutio

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milopolis · 5 months

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I wrote a fanfic in english class, we had to make something inspired by Shakespear, with his characters and stuff.. So here’s my thing ;

At the end of Romeo and Juliet, instead of stabbing herself with Romeo’s dagger, traumatised from seeing her dead lover’s body lying next to her , she decided to espace from Verona, from the Capulet and Montague, tired of their hatred. She ran for days, with no idea where to go. She, after almost 10days, ends up un a deep dark forest. Suddenly, she bumps into a human body with a Donkey head

Juliet : (scared, puzzled, taken aback ) What in the.. How.. I’ve never seen such a thing in Verina, who.. no, WHAT are you?

Bottom : (out of breath) Miss, miss, please don’t speak so loud, they could spout us, but there’s no need to panic, I’m just a simple man who’s been trapped with a donkey head, nothing to scream over. ( slowly circles around Juliet ). Now, if you may. I’d like to know one thing, how can such a pretty woman (eyes looking at Juliet’s) be wandering alone in such a dangerous forest ?

Juliet : I don’t have to tell you anything, we din’t know each other, now please, let me.

Bottom : Okay then, (handing Juliet a small jar of « water ») at least drink this, it’ll protect you from what’s inside the forest [ Juliet takes the bottle and continues her way. A few steps later, she opens the jar and drinks a sip of water ]

Titania : [loud echoing voice ] Find me that Donkey.. Human..hm..Thing! He has some serious damage to repair! (lower) I should’ve killed him right when he entered. ( sit on a stack of wood, takes a jar from her pocket and drinks a bit )

Juliet : [ stressed ] Hello..? ( appearing from a bush ) I’m sorry to bother, I’ve lost my belived and have nowhere to go, I just wanted to… ( Juliet and Titania’s eyes lock in each other ) know if you could.. help me..?

Titania : ( shocked ) Oh my ! Never my eyes have seen such a beauty ! You just appeared like the sun appears from the morning sky ! You.. you’re something my heart wants to discover, something that my eyes want to admire, that my whole soul desire ( approaching Juliet )

Juliet : ( taking Titania’s hand ) This is destiny! yYour words are filling up my heart, just more than Romeo could, your voice feels like morning birds, your face looks like what I kept seeing in dreams, you’re the one I’ve always been looking for ? ( they hug each other, feeling each other’s heartbeat )

Capulet : ( trying to revive Juliet’s lifeless body ) Juliet ! Juliet ! Don’t leave us like that ! ( tears falling on Romeo’s chest ) Wake up please ! I know you’re alive !

Juliet : ( waking up in shock, a tear streaming down her face ) Where am I ? Where is she ? ( feels Romeo’s cold body ) Romeo ? Why am I back here.. (confused) I thought.. ( crying ) I thought I could’ve been happy again.. ( lays her head on Romeo’s chest, still sobbing ) Everyone I love always disappear…

Capulet : ( confused, but relived ) Who is « she »? Anyway, my daughter, you should come home and rest. ( Juliet silently takes Romeo’s dagger ) Juliet ? Put this dagger away. ( Juliet turns to look at him, her face swollen with tears, letting out a small smile )

Juliet : ( tired, exhausted voice ) One step further, and there will be two bodies on this pedestal. I don’t know what happened there, what was that donkey man, why did I fell for her so fast, why everything happened. But it’s either you say my name one last time, and see my face one last tile, or, as I said, there’s going to be two lifeless bodies. I want to escape, to leave, everything, the Capulet, the Montagues, Verona, the Prince, even Romeo. I will leave and start a life without this useless hatred that brought Romeo to die. I want to forget that fairy that was for an instant the newly found light of my world. I just need to leave. What’s the point of staying in Verona, there is nothing left for le to do. Tell everyone that I’ve died. Don’t look for me ( wipes a single tear out of her cheek ). I won’t come back. Goodbye, father.

[ her father stays shocked for a few seconds, then falls on the ground, fighting back the tears with Juliet’s footsteps slowly disappearing ]

#shakespeare #romeo and juliet #fanfic #william shakespere

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NO, YOU’RE SO RIGHT ABT THE MYTHOLOGY THING! kurona and his s/o who spends hours just telling each other different myths and theorizing about them under the stars <33 i love mythology so much i had to stick it in there <3

PRECISELY OMGGG

in chinese culture, our valentine (七夕) actually comes from a love story abt the stars ,,, ideas ideas

p.s. i feel he’d be a classics lover too <3

“ ‘ when he shall die,

take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the heavens so fine

that all world will be in love with the night

and not the garish sun. ‘ “

your eyelids flutter as your words do, speckled starlight reflecting your lashes.

kurona thinks you are so, so pretty.

“ shakespeare? “

“ indeed. romeo and juliet, “

you pause. he stares, clandestine and feline, dewy river of stars circling in those lovely eyes of his.

“i think.” another pause. you feel tad bit warm, not one to get nervous. “i think that, you are the night that the world loves. the stars …” he is staring hard now, and you look away. “the stars were made for you, just you.”

his lips purse into a cute little pout, and he leans into you, and bites. kurona bites the little gap of skin between your neck and shoulder, and you squeak, finally looking at him.

his nose brushes across yours, pink tongue licking apologetically at your neck.

“ i have a story for you too, “ he whispers, under the stars, it’s a secret for you both only.

“ there lived a young princess, the youngest of seven, in the celestial palace of the jade emperor. she could pluck clouds off the sky and weave them into robes so precise that none could find a seam. “

he points to the glittering star vega, the brightest star in the northern constellation of lyra.

“ that’s her constellation. “ he continued. “though magnificent her works, she was bored of the same thing everyday and wished to go down to earth. one day, the queen mother finally permitted her visit, with the promise that her elder sisters would accompany her. “

“ the weaver girl was in awe of the crashing seas and green hills. she dreamt to stay forever, as her and her sisters decided to take a bath in the sparkling streams. “

“ meanwhile, there was a lone cowherd. “ he stares at you. “who fell in love with the youngest sister as he saw her. “

you smile, slightly, softly. leaning into him, and whispering.

“ like you? “

“like me, yes. “

how nonchalant he was, so sure of his love.

he looks back up at the stars, lingering affection swirling in his pupils.

“the cowherd’s bull told him of her celestial origins, and of her wish to stay on earth. the bull whispered to him the way to keep her, which is by taking her robe, so that she may not return … i don’t really like this part, but anyways, “

“the weaver girl could not return, as her robe had been stolen. the cowherd offered her his own garment, and they began exploring the countryside. she was struck by his caring nature, and he saw the world through her eyes. the pair led a prosperous life. the weaver would soon miss her home, and return for a visit. her family was enraged; how dare she waste her love on a human? “

he leans in closer to you, final parts of the story slighter than a whisper.

“the queen mother used a golden hairpin and tore through the sky, forming a river of stars between heaven and earth. “

“the cowherd used the bull’s hide, a gift from his friend before it died, to travel towards the gulf of stars. the weaver and the cowherd would struggle for years and days, with nobody but the magpies to keep company. finally,” he sighed, “the queen allowed them to meet, once in a year. the magpies would form a bridge and allowed them to reunite, and that day is that of valentine for the chinese. “

he looks at you, all the stars and constellations shining, and murmuring against your lips

“ i would risk it all just for you, too. “

#my first bllk fanfic was acc supposed to be of kaiser but like who can resist kurona #he’s so !!!#blue lock #ranze kurona #kurona ranze x reader #— sen’s works <3 #LOVE LOVE THIS OMG #— letters from : asprosworld

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Edge of Seventeen - Chapter Nine.

Thank you for all your lovely feedback, besties! Try not to hate me too much for all the turmoil and angst you’re about to read! :(

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,396

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

(Note - Bella’s lyrics are not mine, but taken from the Juliet Simms song End of the World)

Lying beside a sleeping Bella, holding her close as he stroked her nakedness, Angel felt wretched inside. Wretched because of what he’d done, knowingly having sex with an underage girl, and wretched because he had to leave her. He was angry at himself for listening to the pleading of his poor, lovelorn heart and not the common sense he should have, but he hadn’t been able to help himself.

She was the love of his life.

This did not make it right, though.

He allowed himself a few minutes, stroking her hair, drinking her in, kissing her forehead one final time before he slowly and carefully detangled himself from her, dressing quickly and quietly as she slept on. He looked at her one final time, his eyes flitting to the top of her dresser, seeing her current notebook placed atop it, a pen tucked into the spiral spine. He took it with him when he left, letting himself out and going to the kitchen, opening it up. There, on the last page she’d begun, with tear-stained ink, he read her emotions, poured out onto paper in song form, or at least, the beginnings of such...

We flew too close to the sun so close I thought it was heaven If hell is a life without love am I being punished for what I've done?

The skies on fire, All the stars disappear, no signs of life, without you here

Tears will fall Oceans will rise, The earth will stop turning

Since you left, every breath feels like it's burning I know that life will go on I will survive, but for tonight I'd swear on my life that this is the end of the world

He couldn’t stop the tears that fell as he read it, swallowing hard, steeling himself as he wiped his eyes. Her words were heartbreaking, even more so for the fact that her devastation exactly matched his. It tore him up, reading it. Turning to a fresh page, he pulled the pen out, thoughtful for a few moments.

He wrote his last words to her, right from the heart, leaving it there on the counter and exiting the house, dropping the lock on his way so he’d know the house was locked up and she would sleep safely, heading back to his bike and hitting the road.

It hurt even more to leave that time, knowing it was the very last.

Bella awoke two hours later, sitting up with a start when she realised the space beside her was empty. “Angel?” she called out, gasping a little sob when she saw his clothes gone. Getting out of bed, she pulled her dress and cardigan back on, padding through to the kitchen, tears slipping from her eyes. He’d left. It was really, really over. A tiny little part of her had thought that them having sex again might’ve been him returning, not able to part ways with her, but most of her had recognised the truth. It was them saying goodbye to it, to them, to what they shared, but couldn’t continue.

Walking into the kitchen, she poured away her now cold tea, turning the hob on below the copper kettle to make a fresh mug, looking to her left to see one of her notebooks open upon the island, her fingers reaching for it as she walked over.

Bella,

What we just did shouldn’t have happened, but that’s on me this time, not you. I have no idea how the hell I say goodbye to someone who I love as much as I do you, and if you want the truth, it’s tearing me apart. I’m still mad at you for what you did, but the sadness of losing you eclipses that. We’ll get over one another, though. We have to, because we weren’t meant to be.

I think on some level, I’ll always love you, for what it’s worth. You need to find someone closer to your own age, though, and for god’s sakes, don’t do to him what you did to me. Going through this is the hardest thing I’ve faced since my mom died. No one should have to love you as much as I do, only to have to lose you.

Wherever your life leads you, I hope you’ll be happy. I really do. I wish more than anything that things were different, but they aren’t. And they can’t be. Maybe one day I’ll be able to think of you and smile, but that day is a long, long way into the future. Until then, it’ll be hard, living without you, but that’s the way it has to be. I know one thing for sure, though. I’ll never forget you.

Angel x

Her fingers trawled over the page, her tears falling, Bella wailing in grief all over again as she rested her head down on the smooth wood of the island and cried her heart out. She knew there’d be plenty more tears to cry yet, that getting over him would take a long time, and not a single clue how she would begin. Her heart ached for him, the fact she could still smell him on her skin torture, wishing for nothing more than him to come back.

He wouldn’t, though. She knew that falter was singular. He wouldn’t let himself do so again. She knew that because despite what he often thought of himself, he was a good guy, and not one who would knowingly continue a relationship with her, knowing she was underage.

Why couldn’t she have been born two years earlier?

Why had she lied in the first place? Because since the first moment she saw him, she knew, she just knew. There was her person. Angel might have written them off for good, but Bella couldn’t quite reconcile that it was over forever. Some little part of her held hope that one day, in the future, after she’d turned eighteen, they would find a way back to one another.

“Or you’re doing that wishful thinking thing you always do again,” she sighed, pouring her tea. “He doesn’t trust you, you broke that for him. You need to get it through your head, that he isn’t coming back. Not now, not ever.”

Her tears stung her eyes, turning off the gas and picking up her tea and notebook, reading his final words to her again before turning the page back, continuing to detail her feelings to the song lyrics she’d penned the previous night, while rolling in the depths of despair. It was a place she expected to be stuck in for a long, long time yet.

By the end of the week, she could at least go for most of the day without crying, only indulging those moments when she woke up or went to bed, torturing herself by looking at pictures of Angel she’d taken over the course of their relationship, or them together, when they were so sublimely happy, when everything was wonderful. She was okay, as long as no one mentioned his name.

“B, I’ve been thinking about buying an old motorcycle now I’ve passed my test,” Ian began as they sat and looked over music on Friday night at band practice. “Would Angel mind coming with me, so I don’t get ripped off? He’ll probably know what’s best to begin with, too.”

Her heart turned over, her stomach, too. “Angel and I aren’t together any longer, and that’s the last time I ever want him mentioned to me.”

Ian was a little startled. “Woah. Okay, dude. Shit, sorry it didn’t work out.” She nodded, glad he wasn’t about to ask any further questions. Guys were simple like that. Girls, though, specifically the ones at the salon the morning after, were a different matter entirely.

“Hmmm, did you leave that sexy piece of Mexico of yours in bed this morning, little lady?” Ruby asked as she entered the salon, head weaving around as she scanned the street for Angel, who nearly always ran her to work on a Saturday morning.

“No,” she replied in a small voice, dropping her head. “We broke up.”

“What?” Ruby yelled. “Baby, what happened? Oh, honey child!” Rushing to her as she began to cry, she was pulled into a big hug, a nearby Gloria sweeping over quickly, too.

“I don’t get it, mami? You two were so happy!” she said softly, Ruby reluctantly having to leave the loving huddle when her client walked in, Gloria steering her to the back of the shop, into the privacy of the staff room. “Here, sit down, let me make you some coffee.”

“We were happy, we really were, but I ruined it by not being truthful,” she began, Gloria preparing the coffees before moving to sit in front of her, taking her hands in hers. “I lied to him about my age, told him I was older than I am.”

Gloria nodded, cocking her head with a little frown. “Well, how could that be bad? I mean, I don’t think you’ve ever told me how old you actually are, but I always thought about nineteen?”

Bella shook her head. “I told him I was eighteen, but I’m not. I’m sixteen.”

A gasp slipped from Gloria’s perfectly painted mouth. “Oh, Bella. Oh no, darling.”

“I know, I know it was my fault, to deceive him like that, the trouble I could have gotten him into,” she tremored, beginning to cry again. “And that’s what kills me the most, how much I hurt him.”

Gloria nodded, stroking her hands. “Well, at least you do acknowledge how wrong you were, because you were, for the exact reason you just stated, the trouble he could have gotten into. Jesus.” She paused, shaking her head. She’d only briefly met Angel when he was picking Bella up one evening, but he seemed like a really great guy, one who definitely didn’t deserve the fate he could have been handed at sleeping with an underage girl. No matter how much it had hurt Bella, she certainly thought even more of him for immediately calling time on it when he’d discovered her true age.

“I suppose you were too afraid of telling him, weren’t you? Knowing it’d mean you’d lose him. I know it hurts so much, my love, but think of it this way; if he’d have been prepared to stay with you, then he wouldn’t have been the kind of man you’d have wanted to be around, not at all. I get it, though, that no matter the cause, you’re heartbroken to lose him.”

Bella was pulled into a comforting cuddle, crying against Gloria’s immaculate mane of beautifully scented hair, her hand rubbing her back as she soothed her young friend, knowing that this would be a lesson she needed to learn about truthfulness, albeit a very painful one, losing the man who was likely her first real love.

“I am. I’m completely heartbroken,” Bella confirmed, composing herself, taking some tissues from the box on the table and drying her eyes, glad she was still in the ‘I’m too stricken to care about wearing makeup’ stage of her breakup, else half of it would have been running down her face at that precise moment. “I was terrified to lose him. He’s the love of my life, and I still don’t really know how to go on without him. I wanted it all with him, marriage, babies, everything. I know at sixteen that sounds ridiculous, but some people do find that when they’re young.”

Gloria nodded. “Your parents?”

“Yes. A little different, though, with them both being fifteen when they began dating. I wish I was born earlier, so my age wasn’t a problem. I still feel like we’re meant to be together, Gloria. I mean, not now, I know not now. But in the future.” Gloria smiled thinly as she dried her eyes, tucking her hair behind her ear affectionately.

“You can’t hang onto that though, mami. As much as I know you want to think that there’ll be a point in time where Angel will return to you, and all of this hurt will heal, you have to realise that he probably won’t, and healing yourself, by yourself, is the path you have to take.” For all of her sweet, motherliness, Gloria was very much a realist. It was likely the same advice she would tell her own two daughters when they began dating, and Bella appreciated her for it hugely. What she needed most, though, was the perspective of her own mother, who she was glad to see return the following afternoon.

Deb noticed how withdrawn her daughter was as they ate takeout sushi for dinner, all curled up on the sofa watching a Julia Roberts movie marathon, their favourite of Pretty Woman playing currently. Bella hadn’t wanted to pour it all out to her as soon as she’d arrived tired from her flight and with laundry to get done before she settled, and it weighed on her.

“Belly boo, what’s wrong? I mean, I know you say little with a gob full of sashimi, but even for you and the large tray of sushi before you, you’re quiet,” she noted, sipping her wine, chuckling at the scene on the television, of Vivienne in the large bathtub in Edward’s hotel suite, singing very out of tune to a Prince song.

Bella swallowed her mouthful of soy sauce laden California roll, clearing her throat. “Can we finish eating and I’ll tell you then?”

“Yeah, of course, sweetie.” It was noted that Bella only ate a couple more pieces, her appetite definitely dented by whatever it was she had to reveal.

“So,” Bella began, taking a deep breath, her face crumpling. “I’m going to try not to cry, but I probably won’t manage it.” Deb’s eyes widened with concern, her daughter revealing everything to her. Absolutely everything, from the lie she’d told Angel, to the ones she’d told her too about him being her age, Deb absolutely gobsmacked by it all. Her first reaction was to be angry with her for lying, but she realised why she had. She was a sixteen-year-old girl, who’d gotten herself into a real mess, trying to negotiate a very real relationship with an adult man, one who she actually thought well of, for the fact that he’d broken it off with her as soon as he’d found out she was only sixteen.

She’d have beaten him with her own shoes, should he have hung around after discovering such.

“Christ, Bella. Oh my bloody god. You got yourself into a real mess, didn’t you? Sweetheart.” Pulling her close, Deb cradled her head, stroking her hair, laying loving kisses to her forehead. “You know, whereas what you did is perfectly legal back at home, I think California have the right idea. Kids do a hell of a lot of maturing between sixteen and eighteen, and I don’t think you’re emotionally mature enough to have gotten into what you did with Angel. I really don’t, lovely. The fact you lied to both him and me goes to show that. And if I’m being completely honest, even if you were eighteen, I’d still say an age gap like that is too much. Twenty years, Bella, crikey! That’s just too big.”

“It’s moot now, now he’s gone,” she mumbled, the comforting smell of her mum’s Anais Anais perfume flooding her nose, moving down to rest her head in her lap, Deb still stroking her hair lovingly. “But I understand what you’re saying, and I think you might be right. We were so good together though, mum, and I’m going to miss him so much.”

“I know, darling. I know. First love and all that. What you need to realise, though, is that a big part of it just wasn’t real, because it was built on a lie.” It was a truth that smacked Bella in the heart quite hard, her thoughts going to Angel. “You’ll get over him though, eventually. Just give yourself lots of time, and you’ll see. Day by day, it’ll get a little easier. I promise.”

While she lay there and navigated her feelings with her mum, making healthy coping choices in dealing with her breakup, accepting her blame and knowing how she had to learn from it all, the same couldn’t be said for Angel.

He was so drunk, his vision blurred, lying on his back in bed, unable to remember the name of the girl bouncing on top of him, closing his eyes, only able to see one face in his mind. Her. His bed still carried the lingering scent of apple shampoo, his mind torturing him, flashing up images of her being in the same position as the girl riding him thoroughly, so thoroughly he should have been enjoying it, but nothing connected, nothing made sense, and nothing mattered. Not without her.

The girl was meant to be a distraction, from everything he felt inside, but there, inside of her, he knew there was no distracting and no escaping from it. He also hadn’t wanted to be alone, slowly suffocating as his loneliness buried him, so hence why he’d taken her home.

Jasmine. That was her name.

It didn’t matter.

The loud music of the Slipknot album she’d requested he put on quietened, the song Vermillion Part 2 filtering from the large speakers in his bedroom, the lyrics to the second verse hitting him in the chest, resounding, Angel closing his eyes, seeing his beloved Bella there in his mind’s eye, smiling at him.

She is everything to me The unrequited dream A song that no one sings The unattainable She's a myth that I have to believe in All I need to make it real is one more reason I don't know what to do I don't know what to do When she makes me sad

“Angel? Are you even enjoying this, or am I wasting my time?” Jasmine asked, grinding to a halt atop him.

He grasped her waist, pulling her off him. “No. You’re wasting your time.” Swinging his legs off the bed, he threw her clothes behind him before getting up, staggering. “Get out.”

“But I...”

“Leave, now! Call a damned Uber and get the fuck out of my house!” Anything else she might have followed with, he didn’t hear, absconding himself to the bathroom, turning the shower on and standing under the freezing cold jet, the immediate hit of icy water sobering. Not sobering enough, though.

The last woman he was inside of wasn’t his darling.

But then, she wasn’t a woman. She was a kid, and it was messing him up, that he was still so in love with her, and he knew it was wrong to be. If only he could forget her, just forget, pretend she wasn’t real, but no. She was burrowed so deeply in his heart, it was killing him, that he couldn’t reach in and cut her out of it.

No end of a relationship had ever hit him so hard before.

Turning the shower off, he felt marginally better, getting out and wrapping himself in a towel, hearing his front door slam shut, Jasmine leaving. That was better, being alone. He knew he couldn’t distract himself from it, couldn’t cheat the process of grieving for Bella, even if it was driving him mad. He closed his eyes and saw her again, saw her at the moment he should have walked away, heard her words, wiping steam from the mirror to stare at his reflection.

“I love you, Angel. I love you endlessly, without pause for thought or breath, with every word of every song I sing, every chord I strum, until the last beat of my heart.”

Balling his fist, he punched it, the glass shattering loudly, his rings taking most of the brunt, two of his knuckles lacerating, spilling blood, Angel closing his eyes tightly, tears prickling as he leaned back against the wall and slid to the floor, sitting there alone, in emotional agony, with no clue how the hell to heal himself. Without her, he couldn’t breathe.

He ended up stretched out on the tiles, his head spinning, his hand bleeding onto his chest, blood dripping across her name as his thumb stroked the tattoo right there above his broken heart.

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