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dreamwraith · 3 years

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@floralflowerpower mentioned wanting to read an idea I had, soooo....

Alright, this is largely inspired by the M*A*S*H episode “Who Knew?” It’s a very bittersweet episode. It begins with the news that a nurse died the previous night when she wandered into a minefield. One of the main characters, Hawkeye, was the last one to see her alive. He offers to write her eulogy when no one else steps forward, though he barely knew her himself. He’s stymied by how little anyone can tell him about her, until the priest suggests he reads her diary. He learns who she was through her own words, the person she had hidden beneath a shy exterior that others interpreted as standoffish. She had true feelings for Hawkeye and he never knew. The last entry is how she can’t get Hawkeye out of her thoughts so she’s going to go for a walk.

As you might guess, my idea starts off with a bittersweet tale.

Jack and Maddie got the portal working without Danny needing to die, and for two years, Amity Park has been under threat from whatever ghost chooses to try their hand at conquering them. Jack and Maddie are the town’s main defense without Danny Phantom to protect them, and they’re not as skilled or as prompt as canon Danny was at catching ghosts. Sometimes a ghost slips through. Sometimes, people get hurt.

I don’t have the full details worked out, but in this case, a ghost attacked the school. Danny is almost killed. He’s the son of the town’s defenders, so perhaps he’s an easy, desirable target. One of his classmates saves him by sacrificing himself. He (I’ve been going with the name Alexander in my notes) later dies at the hospital, and Danny, suffering from survivor’s guilt and PTSD, blames himself. He didn’t know his classmate very well, he doesn’t even remember his name right away, he doesn’t understand why Alex saved him.

He tries to find out more about him, feeling like he owes him that much, but he discovers only superficial information. Alex was a foster of Amity Park; he had no family. No one but Danny is currently mourning him. He’s determined to get answers, though, and that causes him to clash with Dash and teachers when they say things like “Alex was a creep” or “he was a troublemaker; I heard he ran away from his last home.” Danny’s fights get him brought to Lancer’s attention, and it’s during that meeting that Danny is given Alex’s diary.

Eager but frightened, it takes Danny a long time to work up the courage to begin reading.

Meanwhile, “Phantom” begins to form in the Ghost Zone.

Alex hated himself enough that his self-image is dismissed from his spirit, and his last thoughts were of Danny, so when he forms, he takes on a ghostly impression of Danny. It’s an important detail because that’s what makes this pitch pearl, and it’s why Danny doesn’t recognize him.

He doesn’t have a clearly defined obsession, but he definitely feels a pull toward the human world. Johnny and Kitty help Phantom cross the portal, and that’s when he meets Danny for the first time. Idk why Danny came down to the lab yet, but I know he’s up because of PTSD nightmares/insomnia. Phantom feels his whole being focus on Danny, Danny freezes in place because he had just woken up from a nightmare of a ghost attack, and Johnny and Kitty look between Danny and Phantom, putting two and two together and reaching “Phantom’s purpose”

The three ghosts make a quick escape once protective parents Jack and Maddie come storming down the stairs, but first impressions were made, and now Phantom is determined to find out more about Danny and why his soul is crying out for him.

Unfortunately, Danny is entangled in Alex’s diary and his own grief. Every effort Phantom makes toward befriending Danny is rebuffed because 1) ghosts can’t be trusted, and 2) Phantom’s resemblance to Danny combined with his interest in him is fucking creepy. In his downward spiral, though, Danny is losing connection with his friends, his grades, his safety, and Phantom isn’t willing to let Danny fade like this. Circumstances change when Phantom saves Danny from a human threat (human crime, let’s goooo) and Danny starts to actually pay attention to him, enough to start letting down his walls at least.

And just in time for Danny to reach the point in the diary where Alex confesses he had a crush on Danny. Danny’s grief finally breaks, and Phantom comforts him through the loss. Phantom learns about Alex and Danny’s growing feelings for a boy that’s no longer within reach, and reluctantly pushes his own growing feelings for Danny aside. Danny is going through too much to deal with Phantom’s own failings. He needs time to mourn.

A real friendship starts to build.

With his feelings for Danny on hold but satisfied by their friendship, Phantom begins to explore who he is. He begins to take on a protector role, determined to save other humans from feeling the grief Danny is under. He focuses less on fighting and more on saving. A ghost will attack, and he’ll erect a shield around humans to deflect debris or catch someone who is falling or just comfort someone who got hurt. Jack and Maddie are still the ones that ultimately defeat the ghost, but Phantom’s actions begin to catch everyone’s attention.

He is exactly what they needed, and he begins to be hailed as a guardian.

Danny is happy for him, but something about Phantom’s focus with protection over fighting resonates with Alex’s thoughts in his diary. He begins piecing things together. He proposes his wild idea to Jazz one night, but she warns him not to try to “bring Alex back from the dead” for Danny’s own mental health.

Danny proposes the idea to Phantom, and at first Phantom thinks it’s nonsense, but Danny insists Phantom read the diary, so Phantom reluctantly (tho he doesn’t understand why he’s so reluctant) humors him. He can only get through five entries before he shoves the diary back into Danny’s hands and refuses to read anymore.

His self-hatred caused him to lose his identity in death, remember? He doesn’t want to remember, it’s painful. He tells Danny to forget about Alex. No one cared about him when he was alive, they won’t care who he was now. But Danny cares, and it tugs at Phantom’s feelings to meet Danny halfway, but does Danny like him because of Alex or because of Phantom, the person he is now?

I don’t have the full details worked out, but I know I want Danny to reveal Phantom’s past as Alex to Amity Park so that they can see their foster son has grown into their defender, savior, protector. He wasn’t loved when he was alive, but they must honor his past because it made him the hero he is now. Amity Park goes wild for the story. They love Phantom all the more, knowing who he was, how he died, and who he became.

A bittersweet beginning becoming an uplifting, hopeful note, maybe?

That’s all I have planned :P

I haven’t written anything for it yet because I haven’t figured out how to start. I’m terrible at action scenes, and I feel like I have to describe at least PART of Alex’s sacrifice. But ugh, ghost attack, ugh. Choreography, description, pacing, urgh, I hate action scenes, how do you guys WRITE those, it’s witchcraft I swear

(Side note for the name, Alexander means “defender of men”)

(And because I’m classy as a unripe grape, the story is titled Right Here (Departed) in my folder, which is actually a song by Brandy oiasjdlkfej I song titled it. omg. But listen, listen...it fits)

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #pitch pearl #floralflowerpower #Danny and Phantom as different people

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bbygirljuvi · 3 years

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Gruvia Week Day 6 - Agony

Author’s note: l know it’s very late but hope you enjoy ^^ /// hurt-comfort

Summary: This takes place in a “possible” or more likely “alternative” future where Juvia and some of the other members joined Team Natsu in Elentir, and White Priestess needs a stone formed by Selen’s magic’s remnants in order to stop Elentir from exploading.

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“YOU ARE NOT GOING.”

Whole guild stopped and turned their head to the entrance, where annoyed Juvia stormed in followed by raging Gray.

“DO YOU HEAR ME. JUVIA. YOU ARE NOT GOING.”

Water mage suddenly came closer to him and speaked in a composed voice:

“Do you have a better idea then, Gray-sama?” This shut his mouth for a second.

“No” he said, greeting his teeth. “But sacrificing yourself is not an option too”

“IT IS AN ACCEPTABLE RISK” she brust out with frustration. Guild shooked by another shock wave. Had Juvia Lockser yelled at her beloved Gray-sama??

Gray could have been shocked too if he wasn’t in total rage. How could she even thought about doing this to herself! What’s worse was that he knew Juvia enough to know there was no turning back when those determination sparkes settled in her eyes.

Erza was the first one pulled herself together. She separated water and ice mages whos was looking at each other in a silent war. It was so weird seeing them like that..

“What’s going on?” Erza asked in a commending way.

“Juvia found a way in,” she started excitedly but continued more irritated “and made the mistake sharing her plan with Gray-sama first, thinking he would be supportive-“

“It’s a suicIDE MISSION” Erza warned him with a look but she had a bad feeling about this. There were a few things that could piss Gray off this much.

“Juvia realised there is an underground riverhead near here which rises to the surface around Black Moon Mountain and goes beyond it’s foot!! Juvia can sneak in using her water body, get stone samples and sneak out just as she get in!” She dropped the bomb which caused different reactions from her friends.

Natsu cheered happily “That’s perfect Juvia!” while Levy whined “Juvia!!?” in terror. Erza was rubbing her forehead, evaluating the idea. Lucy and Wendy were looking hesitant while Gajeel was shaking his had in approvement. Erza started:

“ I don’t know Juvia...There is so many things could go wrong? Sending you there alone is just...” Her words calmed the ice mage who was about to rail Natsu. His lips curled up a bit. He turned to Juvia, opened his mouth to say ‘see?’ when Erza continued:

“But I can’t think of any other way.”

“WHAT? YOU’RE APPROVING THIS?”

“Gray-sama Selene don’t know what stones can do. There won’t be any protection around the area. Riverside is maximum one minute away from magic remanence. And this is a take and run mission, Juvia can always run back if somethings go wrong-“

“You. Can’t. Know. That! We have absolutely no idea what Selene knows nor don’t. You can’t know if there is an extra protection. You can’t know her or her minions suddenly won’t feel like using the area. What if they catch you? You’ll be alone in there Juvia! We won’t be there in time if something goes wrong-“

“Gray you’re speculating-“ Erza started but he cut her short angrily

“These are not speculation, possibilities!”

“Gray she is very well capable of doing this. None of us wants to send her alone but this is our best shot.” Lucy explained in a considerate voice.

“And Juvia always had been good at sneaking. Phantom used her as a spy a lot of time.” Gajeel commented in a similar voice. Which somehow drove ice mage even more crazy.

“ I know she’s strong and capable but I also know she’s not immortal like she likes to think!”

This caused an awkward silence because everyone was aware he wasn’t entirely wrong. It was a dangerous mission with a high potential of disaster.

“What are you suggesting than Gray-sama. Should we let a dimension of people die just because it was a little dangerous for Juvia?”

“No.. but we can find another way-“

“But we couldn’t and time is ticking.” He kept his silent while examining everyone.

Lucy, Wendy and Levy were still hesitant yet accepted the situation. Natsu was confused. Gajeel was giving approval. Erza had warmed up to the idea. And lastly, Juvia was heartbroken yet determined.

His heart tightened. He knew she would do it anyway, even the whole guild would be against it. Anger he’s been desperately holding on since she told him about her plan was fading. Giving it’s crown to the actual emotion, fear. His eyes started to burn.

“Are you going to go?” He asked,

trying to keep his voice calm and straight.

“Yes”

“Fine.” he said taking a few steps back. “If you want to kill yourself, do it. But I won’t stay here and watch it.” Then he left as fast as he came.

With his exit everybody took a deep breath. Juvia felt her eyes getting filled with tears. It was their first fight. She knew his actions were fueled by worry yet this knowledge didn’t ease the pain in her heart. Erza pulled her into a hug, mumbled:

“ You know he acted like this because he cares about you a lot, right?” while caressing her hair.

“Juvia knows but it doesn’t make it any easier..” She left Erza’s arm with a last squeeze and dried corner of her eyes. She didn’t want to cry this time.

Natsu was still looking where Gray left. He was very confused. “What’s wrong with ice princess? It wasn’t like him at all.” he verbalised his confusion.

Lucy felt her eyes twitched in annoyance. “Of course It’s too much for you to understand” she grumbled as she walked to Erza and Juvia. Left even more confused Natsu behind her.

“He is not entirely wrong tho Juvia.” she sat down in front of her. “You have no obligation to put yourself in such danger.”

Juvia shook her head. “I’m doing it of my free will. Let’s stop talking about weather should i do it or not and start talking about how to do it.”

After that they made backup plans for every bad scenario they could think of. Which was a lot since Levy was a doomsayer. They thought about what tools she should took along, when she should leave, how long she should stay inside and other details until dinner time.

As they went onto the details it got more believable that this misson was doable. So at dinner everybody was in better mood, they were still worried, of course, but relaxed enough to laugh a bit.

As time went on and her leaving time, which was a little after it got dark,came closer; Erza hesitantly asked:

“Ehem Juvia.. are you sure you’re okey leaving without saying goodbye to Gray? We can found him if you want-“ She shook her head rapidly.

“If his stubbornness is more important than farewelling Juvia, there’s nothing to say.” She said determinedly. But couldn’t hide the pain crossed her heart. She hoped he would come. She thought he would come.

“And it’s almost time to go too, Juvia should get ready.” She got up with a determined smile. Looked around the trusting faces she called family and continued with a even brighter smile. “See you later, everyone.”

This time, it was Lucy who pulled her into a hug. Followed by Erza whom followed by Gajeel whom followed by Levy and a moment later whole guild was touching their one and only water mage, cheering and exchanging assuring words.

She exited from the hall followed by echoes of her friends voices. Her smile faded as she got closer to the bigger building they used as an inn. Fully aware that she would spend her remaining time suppressing her disappointment. Thinking about how stupid her ice mage is on a dangerous mission wasn’t a good idea.

That’s why she felt suprised, angry and euphoric at the same time when she saw him sitting on the floor, in front of her door. His eyes were covered by his hair. He was playing with his finger like he always did when he’s nervous. She slowly took last two ledder while her lip curled up.

When she stood in front of him, for a second he ignored her. Continued playing with his fingers as he looked down. Then slowly hugged her legs. Hid his head from her sight and mumbled:

“I’m sorry, I overreacted.” His voice was hoarse like he’d been cried a lot. “ It’s just.. I-I might not..” he squeezed her legs harder, instead of finishing his sentence. Juvia lifted his chin despite his resistance and looked into his eyes. They were red and swelled, confirming her suspicion. He’d been cried. A wave of affection passed through her veins.

He saved himself from her grip with a blush and burried his face to her legs once again. Her hands went straight to his hair, carresed it with compassion.

“You might not what?” her voice came out more eager than she intended.

“I might not be over the Invel incident...”

No shit, she thought as she kept her silence for him to say more. But mentally she was literally jumping. They were finally having this much needed conversation.

“It’s just.. I hold you in my arms as your heart slowed with every beat Juvia... There were blood everywhere a..and I was leaning on you, to feel your breaths but I...I couldn’t-“ he stoped once again when his voice broke. They stayed in that position one or two minute. He slowly continued. whispering this time:

“I saw the world without you, Juvia. And I can’t afford living in it. I can’t”

She slied into his arms and sat down on his lap, pulled his head to her breast as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Gray-sama do you remember, while we were fighting against eclipse dragons, we had a vision that Gray-sama was...gone.”

He lifted his head just for a second. “I do..”

“Well, Juvia does too. She had many sleepless night over that. Waiting him return from missions were literally torture. She even pucked out of anxiety once when he was late. She wanted him to choose safer jobs, no, she wanted to lock him in case.

“She blamed herself a lot too. For being so weak, so careless..” Gray lifted his head again, to object this time but she stopped him.

“Then one day, you stepped on Natsu-san’s scarf while he was hiding under the table to prank Lucy and didn’t get up for a while.” She chuckled to annoyed growlings he made. His nose had broken that night.

“And at that moment she realised she couldn’t destroy every hidden scarfs standing his way. So instead of waiting some bad thing to happen her beloved Gray-sama and missing her chance at the process; she decided to enjoy every moment they had together until separation was inevitable. And hope that day won’t come for a long long time.”

He was looking her with a complex expression. A small smiled formed on his lips a moment later. Now it was his turn to pull her into his chest. “ I can try that” he said softly. Then his expression hardened a bit.

“But you still have to promise me you will drop the mission if some out of plan situation occurs.”

“She promise she will be reasonable.” He sighed and said

“Fair enough. And I will break into if you won’t return till sunrise.”

“Juvia will definitely return then.” She looked outside “To be able to keep her promise she needs to get ready now” His lips curled down immediately. Like a kid whose candy has taken away from him.

She pinched his cheeks near his pouty lips with a reassuring smile before going into her room.

Approximately 10 minutes later she came out wearing tights, small backpack and one of his shirt she owned while they were living together. That cheered him up a bit. She offered her hand to him:

“Let’s go down to others.” He hold her hand but stayed still instead of gettting up.

“I don’t want them to see me like this,” showed his eyes “Would it be okey if we say goodbye here?”

She kneeled in front of him and hugged him tightly, whispered:

“See you later, Gray-sama.” And pulled back quickly, feeling his intention of keeping her in there another half an hour.

She was just about to get up when she felt his grip on her armed, followed by a sudden kiss on her cheek.

“Good luck kiss,” He said while his grin got bigger as her flushing got deeper. “Now go!”

He ambivalently watched his girl left for an extremly dangerous mission; stumbling and smiling like a silly.

#gruvia #gruvia week #gruvia fanfiction #gruvia drabble #bbygirljuvi writing

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jonnmurphy · 4 years

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147 with murven, pretty please

Okay so I’m just going through my inbox to write some drabbles and try to get back into doing fan fic. I think I know which prompt lists most of these were from, but I might be wrong. All of these are several years old tho, so idk. All drabbles are unedited and prone to many typos, sorry my dudes

147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.”

Some days, everything is fine. Well, as fine as things get. Sure, society as a whole is on the brink of collapse and they’re constantly struggling to avert the latest disaster, but there are communal dinners and picking out rooms in the farmhouse, and sometimes Raven gets to sit in the sun for a few minutes and she can pretend nothing bad is happening. They make jokes, and Indra is way too intense, and Raven sasses at Murphy who gives as good as he gets, and Clarke gets to be a mom, and it’s just... Nice.

But some days Raven wakes up with phantom pain dancing a jig hand in hand with her actual, chronic pain, and she wants to vomit as she puts on her brace, fingers shaking and tears stinging her eyes. She wants to cut off her leg, and go run away into the woods and live in the underground caves and never have to look at the people around her and remember the heartbreak that never seems to end. She doesn’t want to solve problems, and she doesn’t want to play nice, and those days her sarcasm turns to aggression, and everyone leaves her alone to work on motorcycles, throwing wrenches and cursing loudly.

And then there are the days where she can’t turn all that pain into rage. The days where she just wants to be held, she wants someone to see through every wall she’s put up, and she just wants to cry. And those days scare her most of all, because she knows how dangerous that is. She knows how much worse it gets when someone does see you, and then they leave. Taken away by the whims of fate, and the hands of her friends.

On days like that, of which today is one, she grabs a little jar full of insects - just in case, Raven has had more than enough mind manipulation for one life time thank you very much - and she goes into the woods. Research, she says. Sometimes she does study things, sorrow held at bay temporarily by a new discovery. But, more often than not, she finds her way up a hill or a tree, straining against her own limitations to get somewhere with a view. Somewhere that reminds her of spacewalks. And when she gets there, she sits down, and she cries. The sort of crying she doesn’t do in front of the others, not anymore. The sort that tears at something inside of her, makes it raw and bloody, and is impossible to stop.

And everyone always leaves her alone.

Which is why, when Raven hear a very distinct pattern of footsteps approaching, she immediately goes on full alert. Sure, the Children of Gabriel no longer live in the woods ready to attack anyone they see, but that doesn’t mean it’s necessarily safe. There could be a new splinter cell of them, or one of the convicts deciding they’d rather not do hard labour, or some new and unknown threat. So Raven rubs the tears from her face quickly and clumsily, grabbing her gun and turning towards the noise.

“Really, Raven? I thought you and I had moved past pointing guns at each other.” Murphy’s unfortunately familiar form emerges from the tree line, hands held up in surrender.

Just great, the one person she really doesn’t have the energy to deal with today.

“Go away, Murphy.” Raven grumbles as she turns away from him, laying down her gun and staring out at the vista beyond the cliff she’s sitting just shy of.

“Now, when has that ever worked?” Murphy chuckles as he completely ignores her, walking over and sitting next to her as if invited.

“Why can’t you ever do what you’re told?” Raven asks, wishing that it would sound more snarky and less whiny. But her voice betrays how pathetic she feels, and she can only hope Murphy is as oblivious to human emotion as he says he is.

“Oh, like you’re such a good little soldier yourself.” Murphy quips back, which, fair point. But Raven doesn’t have to admit that, at least not to him.

“What do you want, Murphy?” Raven asks hollowly. She really doesn’t have it in her for their normal back and forth.

“Other than the pleasure of your stimulating company?” She can see him turn to look at her out of the corner of her eye, but Raven doesn’t turn her own head. She keeps staring ahead, knowing how she must look, all puffy eyes and barely restrained tears. “Ugh, I guess some people are worried about you.”

He sounds so put upon by the concept, and Raven can’t help the bitter scoff that escapes her. Where are they, then, all these people who are concerned about her? Not that she wants them, she reminds herself. She wants to be left alone, this pain is temporary, and it’s better this way.

Safer.

“So they sent you?” Raven asks the clouds, and Murphy sighs. Honestly, if it was Clarke and them, why would they send the least empathetic individual they all know to talk to her?

“Well, I-”

“Listen, Murphy, don’t bother. I can take care of myself just fine.” She cuts him off, because she doesn’t want to hear it. She doesn’t want him here, she just wants him to leave her alone so she can go back to crying again.

“Well that’s clearly not true,” Murphy drawls, and Raven finally looks at him, if only to glare. But he’s looking at the sky now, tapping his fingers on his thigh, either nervous, or bored with the whole thing. Either way, he should just leave if he’s so uncomfortable.

“I’m fine,” Raven retorts, and Murphy looks over to level her with a look that clearly says he knows just as well as her how bullshit that statement is. Raven shakes her head, amending her words, “Well, I will be fine. I just- I just need to be alone for a bit.”

“No, you don’t,” Murphy says, probably just to be contrary. It sparks a little bit of anger in Raven, just enough to singe the heavy blanket of sadness clinging to her.

“Listen here, Murphy, you don’t even know what I’m going through, or what I need, so don’t pretend you have any say in this, and-” Raven rants with heat, and Murphy has the audacity to roll his eyes at her, “Seriously?!”

“Raven, for someone so smart, you’re so dumb sometimes. Of course I don’t know what you’re going through, because you never told me. Or anyone, actually, from what I can tell. But I don’t have to know what’s going on with you to know that you don’t have to be alone through it.” Murphy is oddly sincere, and Raven can feel her scrap of anger fading, and she’s afraid. Afraid of what might happen when it’s gone, if Murphy’s still here and her walls don’t hold.

“Murphy, just go back to whoever sent you and tell them I’m not in any danger, okay?” Raven tries, as a last ditch attempt, and Murphy groans in frustration.

“No one sent me, Raven. It’s me, I’m the “some people” who are worried. Because I get it, okay? I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I know what it feels like, and it sucks. And being alone? That’s even worse. So you don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to, you can yell at me, or hit me, or whatever you need to do, but I’m not leaving you.”

The words aren’t kind or caring, and honestly Murphy kind of shouts them at her. But they’re real, she knows, because Murphy would never lie for anyone’s benefit but his own. Which means, for whatever reason, he actually cares, and that hits Raven like a tonne of bricks. All the air leaves her lungs, the fight leaves her body, and she doesn’t know what to do. Murphy, to his credit, doesn’t say anything else. He simply shrugs, leans back on his hands, and looks up at the sky again.

Raven is left with a choice. She can get up and leave, she can pretend she really is fine, or she can just... be. And it’s hard to stand, with the weight of the world crushing her, so she doesn’t leave. And honestly, she isn’t fine. She hasn’t been fine for a long time. Which means she takes the last option, and she’s not proud of it, but she’s not really ashamed either. She hugs her knees to her chest, and she cries, and Murphy just sits there. Eventually, when her sobs become sniffles, he rubs her back a little, without otherwise looking at her or saying anything. And it’s a little weird, yes, but the thing inside of her that is raw and bleeding feels like someone put a bandaid on it. It isn’t much, it certainly isn’t enough to fix it if the thing ever can be fixed, but it’s something.

And she isn’t alone.

#murven #john murphy #raven reyes #the 100 #drabble #fan fic #man i forgot how much i loved writing angst #also this feels really good to actually finish something #even if it's just tiny like this #Anonymous

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i-am-vpelno · 4 years

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Review of Love Never Dies (aka Phantom of the Opera 2):

I’m no theatre expert so I assume the reason it takes a while to start is so people can get to their seats but yeah it takes a minute to actually start the show. First song is one of my favorite though the giant ass picture of Christine is awkward.

I’m sorry but I hate the clowns in this entire thing it’s just too much and I don’t like their songs. Aside from the main three, who are tolerable and kinda have unique characters. Costumes and sets are beautiful. The sets are quite sparse however, I think a few more walls and little pieces of furniture could’ve added to everything.

The previous performance explains that they are now in Coney Island America instead of Paris and explains some of the acts. This makes it weird for Meg’s performance to also explain the performance rather than show off a unique song. At the same time, I still like this performance because it shows how non-special she is. Also I’m going to assume the lethargic dancing was a purposeful decision to show that Meg just isn’t that good. I really like the actress’s voice and acting tho.

I love love love the introduction to the new De Chagny family and how they’re not used to this American brashness that the actors play up. Raoul has a complete character shift that, while its an amazing performance, I don’t understand it compared to the ‘Charming Prince’ he was in Phantom. I like Christine’s comforting song to Gustav but I feel like it was just put in to enforce the “LOOK, LOOK HOW MUCH I LOVE MY SON” thing. Also, if the events of Phantom were so traumatic that Raoul can’t stand music and Christine gets PTSD flashbacks from that familiar tune, I’d just leave. 1 point to Raoul for recognizing that this isn’t a great situation.

Fucking, best song goes to Beneath A Moonless Sky. Like, I feel that, I believe that, I’m in that tension like UGH THE CHEMISTRY!!!!! Like if Lloyd put in a weird on stage no nudity sex scene I’d be there for it honestly. THE WAY ERIC GRIPS HIS THIGHS AND THEN SHE CARESSES HIS HEAD I BELIEVE THEY SEXED. Like she even stares at his lips as he gets closer and they just get closer as they specifically recount the sexing. It’s just UGH it’s all there, the song, the body language, the emotion in their voices. Seriously though this is super believable and I even imagined this happening before I saw this but, and this can be said for the entire show, it’s just stuff shoed in for a second story.

Once Upon Another Time is weird and shouldn’t be there because Christine is obviously done with the Phantom so it’s weird that she sings a whole diddy about love and stuff. The only part I like is that when she drops the “no choice” bit the Phantom seems to realize she’s not happy with Raoul, or so I assume. Then Phantom starts being psycho again and Christine is like 👁👄👁 shock. Like you knew he been bad wtf you on Christine???

I like the reprisals, though I feel they’re too squished together, they’re put in places where it’s like “uh oh, the phantom’s acting up again, remember this tune?” Or to exacerbate the mood. Also something I forgot to mention, this time around the Phantom has object inventions such as a self driving carriage and ?electric? Toys to show he’s improved as an engineer/inventor.

I also fucking love the reunion between the Madame, Meg, Christine and Raoul. Though Raoul and Madame aren’t old friends?? But the spicy tension here is amazing for interactions not with the Phantom! Again though, the Phantom is a criminal and Raoul is a “famous” viscount. The move should be grab your wife and kid then go to the police. Also, I have started shipping Meg/Raoul lol.

Remember the creepy kids from Nightmare Before Christmas? Yeah, that’s the three clowns...making the Phantom Oogey Boogy lol. Okay, I specifically hate singing children, I always have but have not specific reason. “He plays like me 😲” I hate the way he says this JFC along with “I want to know what you think 😯” But the “10 Years OLD😫” is amazing tbh.

THE BEAUTY UNDERNEATH SUCKS ITS A MAURY STYLE QUESTIONNAIRE PUT IN A SONG DAMN IT!!!! It’s just an excuse to be weird!! Also is this glorifying freak shows or something? Something about how the “not so bad” guy is associated with the “freaks” makes me feel some type of way that I can’t define. It’s a weird translation but the Phantom’s face is supposed to be so horrible he looks like a corpse so I didn’t get why the kid was scared of Ben Lewis but I forget that he’s not supposed to be that hot lmao, also PHANTOM CRY LIKE A BITCH, *comforting head grab*. Christine out here being a dumbass, HE TOLD YOU TO LEAVE seriously just go! But no Christine has to let his music be heard.

Okay I like that Madame Gerie is getting more stuff to do but I don’t get how “everything” will go to Gustav. Didnt she hear that they leaving? I don’t get it.

OKAY okay I’m dying laughing as it’s apparently almost morning in this bar, then “the morning shift” comes in AND SO DOES THIS CHIPPER FUCK WHO JUST TIPS HIS HAT AND STRUTS IN. I really don’t like Raoul’s “I’ve always been empty and dark, etc.” Like, come on bro, not true. Suddenly it’s dawn after his wallowing song, and in comes Meg and HOLY SHIT JUST KISS.

“I’m not afraid of him!” 🙃😨 I loved that moment. Devil Take the Hindmost is 3rd place for best songs, it really shows off...sorry I’m distracted by Ben Lewis’ tall slender figure AHEM instead of straight up fighting it shows off Raoul’s cowardice and basic bitchness “You’re ugly” whirl the Phantom out here like “Are you sure the kid’s yours and OH YEAH IM A MURDERER” like his insults are written to cut on a deeper level. Okay I see now, the Phantom wants to keep Christine and the boy of course, but he knows she intends to sing.

ExuSe Me? SWIM SUIT BOYS THROWING IT BACK??? Bathing Beauty is adorable but slowly making me realize I haven’t seen a single scene between her and the Phantom and this is making me question what her deal is with him. Also, just made me realize she has an American accent?? I wish it was more about Meg and the Phantom, I need to know more!

I like seeing Christine being silly. Okay “single red rose” line is weird. Ew Raoul crawling back just so he doesn’t lose. First time Raoul looks hot tho but it’s just another ploy dammit! I do like this direct choice though unlike the first one, despite what Raoul knows, Christine thinks there’s no danger and that she’s merely doing Eric one last favor. This leaves her mind pretty clear on what she wants without the pressure of death at least. Okay scratch that, the necklace being placed and then the Phantom guiding her head makes me think Lloyd is trying to imply the Phantom still has an almost psychic control over her. UGH THE REPRISE WITH BOTH THEIR VOICES THIS TIME UGGHGGGGGGGHHHHHH SO GOOD.

Who will keep an eye on this well dressed little French boy lmao. Again, did Meg and Eric shabang? Devil Take the Hindmost reprise is good but a little on the nose with Gustav’s part. I absolutely love that the stage is used as an in universe stage btw, especially during Love Never Dies. Those earrings don’t go with that necklace hon. God I love this song and the message but only in this context! I can’t listen to it outside this musical! Does anyone else get the feeling that she’s singing to Raoul in the context that yes she’s singing for the Phantom but she’s choosing to stay with Raoul??? Especially from that reaction of discomfort when he grabs her. Like they’re my OTP here but she doesn’t seem decided honestly despite it being obviously implied by the kiss.

I like seeing the Phantom freak out about Gustav tbh. It seems like honest care and worry not peacocking or triumphing over winning Christine from Raoul. The kidnapping just makes Meg’s story seem more weird because why kidnap the boy if she’s not going to hurt him??? Not saying this whole confrontation is fucked up and I feel her pain, I just don’t feel like I know everything. THEN FUCK! What a bullshit way to die. Would you trust this man with your child, honestly! That awkward shimmy he has to do to get closer tho 😂 THE EW FACE ERIC DOES AS HE LEAVES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 THE REAL TEARS THE SON ACKNOWLEDGING THE FATHER awkward face touch END.

Overall, beautiful disaster piece with great music that I’m glad exists even though it shouldn’t!

#love never dies #the phantom of the opera #christine daae #raoul de chagny #Ben Lewis #madame giry #andrew lloyd webber #musical

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Something Human (Fic Preview #1)

Oh my god a fic from me that isn't xanlow I know it's the end times it's still fire emblem tho, don't get that confused so I have a weakness for master servant stuff so this is what you get I immediately had a weakness for Hubert/Edelgard I forced hubert to learn some healing magic so I could have more healers, haha I also like to make jokes so I paired them up and Hubert is just like of course I love you, was that not clear? ok I have no excuses for the ending but here we go gender neutral and pan byleth, I use the female Byleth in my runs because it makes recruiting Sylvain so much easier and he's a great unit and also i'm a huge slut for fishnet tights but this Byleth can be either one you want they use they/them pronouns and I don't describe their appearance at all so it can be either Byleth you want this takes place during the war when the black eagle strike force is still using garreg mach as a base I guess? It's vaguely sometime after they take out deirdru but before they march on fhirdiad i'm pretending byleth didn't recruit any other students into the BESF because my brain only has room for so many characters and I don't want to remember any extras nor did I want to explain why they're there Have a little body worship for your troubles this is self indulgent and shitty don't hate me this is just what I do for fun edelgard is 100% loud af in bed, don't try to tell me she's not a screamer ok so in my headcanon how this works is Byleth splits their class/training session time into two or three chunks to give the BESF a generous lunch break and give them a chance to study and train on their own for a couple hours before moving onto a different topic or training focus this is mostly focused on Hubert, there are some good Edelgard moments but this is mostly a Hubert-centric story bi king linhardt is my lifeblood, he's so jealous and catty there are multiple music and pop culture references dating back into the 90's, there are quite a few, see if you can spot them I was born in '92 I'm allowed to call myself a 90's kid dadgummit you kids these days I s2fg the first person to give me a complete list of memes and references that I put in this fic gets a hubelgard drawing by me I am not an artist but I'll do it anyway just don't expect anything good so basically Hubert is Gomez Addams and Edelgard is his Morticia, okay he worships the ground she walks on and lavishes her with affection and love and just thinks everything she says and does is beautiful and magical and she enjoys every second of it I headcanon that edelgard is an absolute unit she's just smol and Hubert kind of has the build of a guy who sits inside all day reading spellbooks

Something Human

The hallways of the monastery were dark, the night outside peering in through the windows and casting slim moonlight beams on the floor and walls. Within those moonbeams was a shadowy figure, slithering through the shadows like a phantom in an ancient opera house, a glass of water in one hand. The figure stopped, hearing something strange.

“N-no... S-stay away! Stay away!” It was Edelgard. She was in distress. The water glass shattered loudly on the floor, and the water spilled across the stone. The figure bolted across the hallway and around the corner. Protect her with your life.

“No! No, stop! Get away from me!”

The figure stopped in front of a locked door and very quickly assessed the situation. No sign of forced entry. That was good. But Edelgard was still crying out, and the bed was rocking, banging against the wall alarmingly. The figure picked up a lamp off the windowsill and lit it, lighting up his face as he knocked on the door. It was Hubert, who had gotten up thirsty in the middle of the night and left his quarters to fetch himself a glass of water from the kitchens to take back to his room with him. He was a human, as were they all, and he occasionally got thirsty in the middle of the night. This simply happened to be one of those nights.

“Your Majesty? What's going on in there?” Hubert asked. He got no response other than Edelgard crying out again and the bed crashing against the wall violently.

Hubert spared no time. He quickly used a bit of magic to trip the lock and opened the door. Immediately he saw that there was no one there, other than a very sweaty Edelgard in her bed, eyes screwed shut, crying out in fitful sleep.”Stay away! Stay away! Leave me alone!” Edelgard cried out in her sleep, clutching her head with her hands and thrashing in her sheets. Her hair whipped about her head, creating a shimmering white halo around her head. The bed crashed loudly into the wall, and the vibration knocked her crown clean off the bedside table. Hubert let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

A nightmare. Of course. Hubert knew his lady suffered from nightmares; who wouldn't, after the life she'd led, the horrors she'd suffered? Hubert often found his dreams equally grim and frightening, on nights such as these. On clear nights, with no immediate threat present, sometimes, just sometimes, his mind turned in on itself too. It was a side effect of the rigors of war.

Hubert quickly put the lamp on her bedside table, picked her crown up off the floor, placed it back on the table next to the lamp, and shook his lady gently with one hand. “Your Majesty.” It was simple, but direct, quiet, yet audible enough to carry within the dorm room.

Edelgard's eyes shot open and she sat up straight, woken up suddenly. Her hair was a disaster and there were red rings around her eyes. The string-like strap of her thin nightgown fell pathetically off of her shoulder to hook around her arm, the neckline slipping down until her right breast threatened to fall out of the material entirely. Hubert pretended not to notice. “Ahhhh!” She shrieked, her eyes fixing on him and taking a couple of seconds to fully focus.

Hubert was almost knocked backwards by her force. “My lady, it's only me!” He exclaimed in a direct whisper.

“Hubert??” Edelgard asked, wild-eyed and terrified, clutching her blankets to her chest. “What are you doing in my chambers this late at night???”

“I heard you from the hallway, Your Majesty. You were crying out in your sleep. Is it that nightmare again?” Hubert asked, gently placing his hand on hers to placate her anxiety for now.

“Oh, Hubert... I don't want to talk about it.” Edelgard said stubbornly, casting her eyes away. Her cheeks turned a rather cute shade of embarrassed pink.

“The professor said talking about it would help.” Hubert supplied. Edelgard huffed.

“I know. But I...”

“But I won't force your hand.” Hubert relented. “At least allow me to stay by your side, my lady, for my own peace of mind. I thought you were being attacked, Your Majesty. It gave me quite the fright.”

“Oh, Hubert, don't be overdramatic. Yes, you can stay.” Edelgard shuffled over in bed and allowed Hubert to climb up next to her. Hubert immediately found himself the subject of a tight embrace, the Emperor's head resting on his chest and her arms looped around his shoulders.

“Hubert.... I will create peace, for all of Fódlan.”

“I know, Your Majesty. I know. And I will be by your side every step of the way, my lady.”

“No.... No titles tonight, Hubert. Please....”

“As you wish, Edelgard.” Hubert stroked Edelgard's hair softly, running his fingers through her white locks. This was familiar to them; comforting. Hubert often would let the crying little girl that was a pained and tortured young Edelgard sleep in his arms after a particularly terrible day. It always allowed her a restful sleep, to know he was always there to watch over her. Edelgard's father never knew, and neither did Hubert's. It wasn't entirely proper of them, but then again they had never quite been a proper pair. Closer than siblings, they knew each other more intimately than lovers, and touch came naturally between them as a sign of their devotion to one another. A hug, a touch on the shoulder, their pinkies intertwining as they walked their bloody path together. There was a world of words between them never spoken, but implicitly understood. What was proper and what was crossing the line. What they could and couldn't say. What they wouldn't say, not yet anyway.

“Hubert?”

“Yes, Edelgard?”

“Do you think I'm... a good Emperor?” She asked, in a small voice. An uncertain voice. A voice wracked with insecurity, disbelief, and thinly-veiled suffering in isolation.

“Emperor Edelgard von Hresvelg, ruler of the entire Adrestian Empire... yours is a reign I am proud to swear my fealty to.” Hubert answered immediately, without hesitation or second thought. “And you know me, Edelgard. I am an excellent judge of character.”

Edelgard giggled. A joke. Hubert did have a sense of humor, as much as he didn't like to show it. Her face fell somewhat, and her giggle died down. She snuggled her head deeper into Hubert's chest, holding onto him like a lifeline. Hubert allowed this.“Hubert, will you sing to me? That song you used to sing for me when I was small...” She murmured, and Hubert's expression softened. A particularly terrible event was haunting her tonight. Perhaps the night when.... no. Hubert refused to think about it. Edelgard had been through enough.

Hubert began to sing an ancient lullaby softly. It was in the ancient language of magic, one that Edelgard did not understand but found beautiful. Hubert was not particularly talented at singing, but as he was of a noble house, he was studied somewhat in the art, being capable of at least holding a tune. He was clearly not destined for a musical career but he wasn't awful. His voice carried well, anyway, and he could pass for a gravelly, underused, sinister sort of low tenor. As he sang, he gently ran his fingernails across Edelgard's scalp, scratching her head softly and sweetly, and she damn near melted in his arms. Soon she was sleeping soundly again, and Hubert very quickly came to realize that he really didn't have the ice-cold heart it would take to move her from the cozy spot she seemed to have claimed on his chest. So there they lay, curled up around one another, a tangled mess of limbs until the sun rose again.

When they roused from slumber, Hubert got up early, woke Edelgard, and then fell into his regular routine of helping Edelgard get dressed for the day. Her armor did have too many buckles, and that blasted dress, with all its buttons and epaulets. He carefully brushed out her hair, and pinned it elegantly to her head, placing her crown atop it, all in silence. That silence passed between them like a ghost through the room. She stood. And she turned.

“Thank you, Hubert.” She said softly. “For staying with me.”

“My lady, I would never leave your bed, if that is what you asked of me. I am ever your faithful servant, Your Majesty.” Hubert replied. Edelgard had to laugh a little.

“I know, Hubert. Perhaps after the professor's lecture, you'd like to share a meal with me? I'd love to hear more about that book Dorothea is making you read.”

Hubert rolled his eyes. “That drivel can barely be called a 'book', my lady. It's hardly anything more than blatant erotica mixed with stale and tiresome literary tropes. It's garbage.”

“Still, she seemed insistent. Does she quiz you?” Edelgard teased.

“Unfortunately, and at random times, so I'm forced to continue reading it until I can make her stop. She starts crying when I get a question wrong.” Hubert complained.

Edelgard laughed. “Then at least tell me about it. Share a meal with me. And tell me all about it.”

Hubert relented. “Of course, my lady.” He bowed politely, and offered his arm to escort his lady to Byleth's class.

#hubert #edelgard #hubert X edelgard #hubelgard #edelbert #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #i am black eagles trash #hubert is my garbage son

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bleusarcellewrites · 7 years

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Do You Hear That

Okay, buddy, pal, kiki, my child, first off: HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAY @coralreefskim !!!! I hope you had a GREAT ONE and it’s NOT OVER YET BECAUSE THERE IT’S YOUR BDAY GIFT!

IS IT CRAP? PROBABLY! CAN YOU SAY IT THO? NO! So, I’m good, lmao. *Shoves it to your face* ENJOY!

L O NG PO S T.

Alright so: Birthday gift for tiny baby Kim. Based on that OTP prompt thing that SHE wanted me to do so, like, if you cry blame it on her. I literally can NOT write something without mentioning Klance or Broganes and I’m so sorry....not really.

Essence of the Prompt: Imagine Shallura slow-dancing to a love song, with Shiro quietly singing the words in Allura’s ear as everything around them is a fucking mess and everyone’s dead and in ruins and they saved the Universe but fuck it they ded anyways.

Content: Death. Death. And yeah. Death. Oh, and Shallura. Faint???Shallura? BACKGROUND KLANCE.

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. Song “All About Us” belongs to He is We.

Shiro likes humming.

He usually does it for himself; when he’s feeling down, for when he just need a moment to take a breather. It does wonders to him. It keeps his senses sharp and yet his body relaxed.

That’s why Shiro hums as he takes Allura’s hand and pulls her close, not even bothering to wipe the fresh tears running down her face.

He doesn't dare to stop humming because if he stops then that will mean that three people that he cared about were lost and trapped inside a black hole with no way out.

He doesn't stop because then the two unmoving bodies with red and blue armor they left behind in the dying Balmera will become a reality.

Because then that will mean that the war is over, just like his team’s cause and lives.

That will mean that the only family he had left is dead.

It will mean that –

Shiro lets out a shuddered sigh as his head echoes with the terrified screams that had come from the Green Lion as the black hole kept pulling it deeper into its depths. His mind plays the scene over again and he can clearly see the way the Yellow Lion hadn’t even hesitated to dive in after Green. Shiro tries but there’s nothing he can do before he remembers the way Pidge and Hunk’s screams had filled the comms and Coran had tried his best to help them from his pod only to get sucked in along with them and then, in less than a tick, everything had gone silent.

Shiro shakes his head, trying in vain to push those memories away but then the image of Lance and Keith’s beaten up forms fill his head and he can see them right in front of him as they keep bleeding out from their broken armor, both of them close to each other and Shiro can’t breathe because Keith’s eyes are unfocused and glassy, their flame inside them dead and he tries.

Shiro tries to reach. He tries and tries to reach them both but they keep getting further away, they slip through his fingers and nothing he can do can change the fact that they are both de –

“Hey,” Allura’s soft voice snaps him out of his thoughts, squeezing their interlocked hands a little, “Breath. It’s...They...Just breath, p-please. It’s - It’s over –” Her breath hitched with a sob before she drops her head in defeat on Shiro’s chest. “It’s o-over. Stay w-with me and b-breath, p-please.”

Shiro picks up his humming and pulls her even closer, wrapping his arms around her waist before he starts gently dancing around the control room.

The castle it’s dead. The balmera crystal that gave it life and entire essence of it is long gone, leaving both Allura and Shiro in the middle of the dark grim room with just their breathing and Shiro’s humming to echo around. It takes a while before Shiro’s speaking, filling in the silence.

“Keith…” Shiro starts softly, “Keith was the reason I started humming.” He confesses quietly, a sad nostalgic smile twitching in the corner of his mouth, “He had been so small when my parents brought him for the first time and...He wouldn't stop crying. He cried and cried but it wasn't until I started humming that he stopped and looked up at me and –”

Shiro lets out a hard sob before he continues, “T-That’s when I got t-to see his blue eyes for the first time, you know? I-It was because of my humming that he…” He pauses for a second, biting his lower lip in hopes to keep it from wobbling.

He gives up when he feels a thin line of blood starting to fall on the corner of it.

“It -It became a thing. O-Our t-thing. Whenever K-keith felt sad, or I felt lonely; w-we w-would hum and even s-sing sometimes.” The tears don’t stop, and neither does the phantom knife inside him, “And n-now I couldn't even – not e-even when he – I couldn’t – A-Allura, H-he is –”

He lets out a pained whine and Allura shushes him quietly and gently, rubbing her thumb against the top of his hand.

“I-I heard t-them hum.” Shiro whispers, his entire form shaking, “The-The last t-thing I heard from K-Keith was h-his h-humming. He was h-humming to Lance d-despite...d-despite the fact L-Lace was a-already –”

“S-Shiro.” Allura sniffles, blinking the tears away and pushes herself closer to the leader’s chest.

“W-Who...Who hummed f-for him, A-Allura?” He sobs out, burying his face on her hair, “W-who – I couldn’t – I didn’t hummed and I – God, I w-wish I c-could have – F-Fuck.”

Allura bring her free hand up to his cheek and makes him raise his face to look at her.

“Hum for me?” She pleads, soft and gentle as she caress his cheek soothingly and Shiro’s lip quivers before he nods, sniffing loudly before his humming starts, once again wrapping them in a small private bubble.

They waltz without a specific rhythm; they just move their bodies together as they let Shiro’s humming control their dance.

Ticks pass. Time doesn’t make much sense to them now, not anymore but suddenly Shiro’s voice appears and it takes Allura by surprise.

“Take my hand,” Shiro sings quietly, bringing their interlocked hands to his mouth and dropping a quick kiss on them, “I’ll teach to d-dance, spinning a-around…”

“Won’t let y-you fall down.” Allura’s voice continues, easily recognizing the song Lance had sung to Keith once upon a time. She takes a deep breath before leaning forward and nuzzling her face against Shiro's lovingly, “D-Do you hear that, love? They’re p-playing our song.”

He can. Shiro can hear the phantom echoes of his team, his friends, his family’s laughter and happiness. He can hear their voices and the smile on their faces.

He takes a deep breath and continues, ignoring the tears streaming down his cheeks, “D-Do you hear that, love? T-They’re playing our song.”

She can. Allura can hear the faint shouts of victory and cheering around them. She can hear the fondness and love confessions that happened in this very same room. She can hear the happy tears that had been shed, the secrets that had been revealed and the trust and loyalty that came from them.

The song continues as a soft purple glow starts growing from the ground up and neither of them acknowledges the growling sound of the Galra ship just outside the windows.

They keep singing.

“Spotlight shining, it's a-all about us.” They sing together, breathing each other’s air and focusing on their synchronized heartbeat, “And e-every heart in the room will melt.”

They can feel them. They can feel their family's warm presence. They are not gone yet, they are waiting for them, patient and with open arms for when their turns arrives.

Not much longer now.

The growling sound starts getting closer, sharper and more threatening than before but if anything, it fills them both with relief.

They keep dancing.

It takes less than a tick before the glowing from outside hits and then another one for everything to settle back down and then –

“D-Do you h-hear th –”

There’s no more humming.

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5seastar · 7 years

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Necklace : Gajevy

(So I found this idea and I’ve decided to do it for all the couples. Starting with the best tho)

Ever since Levy could remember, she wore her half necklace. And never once had it felt warm against her skin. Every day she would run her fingers over the oddly shaped upside down L and hope that it would become warm. Part of her was sure that it was broken. The other part just hoped that her soul mate was really special.

The one time she would have never expected to feel the heat from the necklace was during the Phantom Lord attack on Fairy Tail. The necklace lit up hotter than anything should could ever remember. After that the necklace stayed a warm heat as though her soul mate was right around the corner.

The girl had hoped it would be the dragon slayer she was falling in love with but he never mentioned it to her. Also she had never even seen a necklace around his neck. Maybe Gajeel already found his mate and something happened.

Part of him was curious as to whether him and the shrimp were soul mates but he kept himself from seeing. No necklace was gonna tell him who he was destined to be with. Especially since he didn’t deserve a good girl like Levy. No. He had caused her pain. He didn’t even deserve to be happy.

Of course the temptation was still there to look. He just wanted to to see the shape of Levy’s necklace. By now Gajeel’s necklace was lost. He had thrown it into his mess of objects while he was at Phantom Lord. No one was permitted to wear their necklaces because there was no room for love in any of their hearts. Sure the guys had their sex. And those were great nights. But it wasn’t love. Just something to get the urge over for the day.

••••••••••• Gajeel looked up as Lily and him were ransacking through the drawers in his home. “Come on Lil. I know it’s here somewhere.” He growled. It had been a long night and all that he wanted to find whatever the shrimp had left the last time she was over.

“This would be much simpler if you allowed Levy to tell us what she’s looking for.” Lily said as he continued to throw things into a pile on the floor. Counter to what most thought, Gajeel’s room was usually clean. Part of it was because he rarely stayed in it. But the other part was that he likes a little method in his chaos.

“I would be fine with her telling us.” The dragon slayer muttered as he lifted a pack of papers to look beneath it. “She’s the one that doesn’t wanna talk about what it is.” He said with a soft huff of annoyance.

The exceed smirked a little to himself. His own necklace hung around his neck. It had been completed since before Gajeel and he had met. He just didn’t like to talk about it. Much in the same way that Gajeel didn’t like to talk about why he didn’t wear his necklace. The two males had that respect for one another. Despite that, Lily knew why Gajeel was upset. He didn’t want Levy in their home because he enjoyed having her close and vice versa.

Levy had told Lily once, in confidence that he would never tell anyone else, that she thought Gajeel was her soulmate. Her necklace always heated up when he was around and felt cooler when she left his side.

Despite Lily’s words of wisdom, Levy refused to tell Gajeel of this. She assumed that Gajeel had already found his soul mate and just wanted to be nice. But if that was true why did her half of the necklace heat up.

Lily was bound to secrecy by Gajeel never to tell anyone about him not where his necklace, or even knowing where it was. So Levy was left in the dark, thinking that her mate really belonged to someone else.

•••••••••• Gajeel suddenly stood up straight from ransacking around. “Shrimps here.” He said with a soft growl before going back to what he was doing. “Get the door Lil.”

PantherLily sighed and spread his wings before heading to the door. Pulling it open he looked up to see the blue headed solid script Mage looking down at the exceed with a nervous smile. “He isn’t looking is he?” She asked biting her lip nervously. When Lily nodded the girl let out a soft sigh.

“Gajeel. Gajeel don’t worry about it I found it.” She called stepping past the exceed and into the house.

Gajeel scrambled to get up and get to the doorway before Levy but it was too late. The Mage was standing in the doorway with wide eyes. Tears started to slip down her face and Lily moved to comfort her. “I. I didn’t mean for you to make a mess over me.” She sobbed softly.

“Shrimp.” Gajeel called stepping over some the pile and in front of her. “This is nothing.” He said simply lifting her chin to look at him. “I can clean this up in a few hours.”

On her chest, the necklace started to burn her skin slightly but she ignored it. It wasn’t true. The girl nodded slowly. “Then I’m going to help you.”

••••••••• Gajeel sighed softly to himself as he sat on the bed and watched the small blue haired mage run around his room. After half an hour of arguing with her, Gajeel had given up. Letting her take responsibility for his room being messy.

The male leaned back against his hand as he watched her clean the house with ease.

“Damn. She always need to clean the house.” Gajeel chuckled softly to himself. That laugh caught in his throat as Levy opened one of the drawers in his bedside cabinet. No. No. No. That had things in there he didn’t want her to see. Pictures and letters. Personal things.

“Levy please don’t……” His voice trailed off as the girl pulled a long black cord from the drawer. He knew that cord. He swore never to wear it and now she had found it. The dragon slayer looked down at his hands.

“G…..Gajeel is this you…..?” Levy whispered softly as she cradled the necklace in her hands despite the burning feeling it caused.

“Yeah.” Gajeel muttered softly as he stood up and began walking to her side.

“Baka.” The girl shouted suddenly throwing the necklace with such a force that Gajeel thought she had broken it. “Here I have been thinking that you are already mated and you just haven’t been wearing it.” She yelled and Gajeel could see the tears streaming down her face.

“I didn’t even know it was there Lev.” He said flinching softly at the girls tears. Seeing her cry was something that Gajeel most certainly didn’t enjoy.

“I….” He tried to start before seeing the girl pull her necklace from her neck and throw it to the floor.

The two necklaces met and melded into what could easily be noticed as an iron nail.

“You had that this whole time. And just. You didn’t wanna be with me.” The girl sobbed picking it up and shoving it into his chest. “Well there you go. Lock it away like it doesn’t matter. Just like me.” She continued.

Gajeel was panicked. Without hesitation he leaned forward and captured her lips in his. The girls hands that were hitting against his chest went still. Slowly wrapping around his neck and melting into the kiss.

“It ain’t that I don’t want ya.” He said after pulling away. His Crimson eyes staring seriously into her brown ones. “I just don’t deserve a soul mate as good as ya.” He continued.

The girl slapped his chest roughly as she held the necklace between them. Her hand opening slightly so they both could see it.

“If this necklace can change with an addition, so can you.” Levy smiled looking up at him.

“And I’ll be your plus one.”

(Wow. Longest one shot I’ve ever written. It’s around 1330 words! Pretty proud of this one honestly. Can’t wait for the next one.)

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Ch.6 The End

>September 2017 >D finally broke up with S >FUCK S >they broke up over the fact that Ds parents hate S >plus S acted like an autist the last time they went to visit >D's parents kicked out S and I couldn't have gotten any fucking harder >Honestly tho, you guys know I'm a sucker for D, and the entire time S was REEEEEEEEing and being disrespectful towards D's parents (D's mom is a sweetheart and one of the kindest ladies ever, she also asks about me all the time. D's dad is a cop, so I feel like he can see through my "friendly" intentions with his daughter) D was texting me about how distressed she was >"D, I dont give a fuck, I can be up there right now and drag that chubby cunt by her ankles out of your parents house" >D and S come back into town and they immediately end things, leaving D to move out to a friends house >D texts a few days after the breakup >"anon, can I come over? I wanna hang out" >Anon Dick Solid 5: Phantom Came >her and I have still been talking on a daily basis, so my mind starts running >my penis starts contemplating devious thoughts, but im trying to be pure minded. She just broke up with her partner of 3 years, so im sure she just needs a shoulder to cry on >Dick: "Hey man, whatever happens, happens" >"Sure D, when do you wanna come over?" >"When do your parents go to sleep anon?" >Daimond is unbreakable >She comes over pretty late (my parents are fucking night owls). its a bit passed 1 >We sit on my downstairs couch and shoot the shit; we talk about everything from life, to movies, to pop culture and news >"I loved that movie Anon!" >"Yeah, im doing good anon...its nice to finally be away from" >"Just been super busy with work, anon" >made me realize why ive missed her so much...we will always be able to talk like we havent missed a step >conversation starts to move from regular bullshit.... to how we were in highschool >full circle, huh? fate is funny >we talk about everything thats stuck out in my mind that you've read so far >my missteps, her issues and problems, all of it >and it finally comes out, but without it being forced, I was comfortable enough to say it >"D, you know you're my highschool crush right?" >"haha anon stop kidding" >"im not...like...I even broke up with A because I couldn't get over you" >"Anon...are you serious? I never knew...." >niggawut > Brain: IVE BEEN FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU FOR LIKE 6 YEARS?? HOW THE FUCK COULD I COME OFF THIS VAGUE?? >"yeah D....even now...I'm still into you" >"Anon...well, Im sure you know, but I really wanted to be with you back then. It just seemed like it never really happened between us. It seemed like it was always the wrong time" >NIGGAWUT >"Well...D...it could happen now" >I specifically remember saying this cuz even I was like "fuck anon, that was smooth" >D edges closer to me and smiles >"What do you mean?" >I pull her closer and we start making out, but im sure youve all heard enough of us kissing >Lips run along hers, I start kissing her neck, she moans, her hand along my face so she can pull me closer if I tried to pull away even for a second. My fingers trickle down to her breast and I start massaging them over her shit. The her breathing gets heavier as we start matching each others rhythm and make out more passionately. its super hot >even more so because my parents are upstairs asleep so theres always that chance of being caught >I have a huge "fuck around in situations where theres a chance of being caught" fetish >I pull off D's top, a tight black V-neck, and see an even cuter red bra under. >I unhook her bra ONE HANDED FIRST TRY. CRITICAL HIT. ID NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE >Legit pull away and whisper "yes" to myself. Even being an Alpha can't mask my dorkiness, but it made D laugh >She gets on top of me as I lay back against my couch. Her boobs fall against my face, looking even fuller from the last time >I start sucking, and even if this wasn't the first time, she loved the way I teased her. I'd move from letting my tongue tease her nipples to my lips almost meeting hers, switching back and forth between the two >my fingers start to excavate down her stomach, move to her jeans, and I start trying to crack that lock one handed >I fucked up when I was picking my ability points once I reached alpha stage. my lockpicking was at 5 because I thought "ability to write sexy shit" would be more optimal >no regerts >D starts to giggle and she sees me trying to get them off her thighs with no success >"here anon, let me help" >they slip off and shes looking like a lesbian Aphrodite in nothing but socks and a thong >fun fact, everytime ive seen D without pants on, she always has a thong on....on that thick ol fat booty and I cant get enough >"Anon, I helped you, so help me out...I want those off" >She said, pointing at my sweatpants, and youre gosh darn right those fuckers teleported off of me >Solid Snake has joined the fray >Im throbbing hard at this point, and rubbing my shaft between her legs >Every stroke I can feel D getting wetter and wetter >She asks me between moans >"Anon, what do you want to do to me?" >"Everything" >I immediately pull off her thong and D lets out a moan, just motivating me further into lust mode >I start lining kisses against her thigh and each time she drives my head further and further between her legs with her hand. Her fingers are right under the head, so she can move me closer to her pussy while we grind against each other. >Shes trying to keep her voice down, and I was too considering im not usually super vocal, but fuck, Solid Snake wants to get in that box >Im right against her thighs, Snake is dripping against her thighs, teasing her while im inching towards her pussy >Fuck....shes really wet >Really wet >NO MAN, LIKE REALLY FUCKING WET >I start to tease her pussy one last time, my fingers running along the lips while I start to breath against her neck >Moans are getting louder >I DONT GIVE A FUCK >LUST MODE FULLY ENGAGED >I look up for one second >her back is arched so she her hips and thighs are around me, her tits are stone hard, and shes holding her head back with her free hand while her other is still caressed around my head >Solid Snake....its time >I lean against the couch, so D can ease herself slow against me >Omg >the head slowly slips in >Omfg >she's already halfway down my base....it feels like every second is a lifetime of wait >She takes in all of me and I feel her rest against my thighs >Guys I did it >I'm having sex with D >She was wet and dripping along every inch of Snake >but I guess I really was the first guy she's ever been with, she was insanely tight >but still, she did her best to move up and down, the pace still staying the same, but fuck, I'd be lying if I wasn't into it >I try to thrust a bit, but she's still getting adjusted >"easy anon....it still hurts...but dont stop... It feels so good" > Her rhythm starts slow and our chemistry points come in handy: we quickly match each others speed (still slow, but its building up) >She felt so incredible...so wet and moist....yet warm and soft >She was moaning into my ear, knowing it was the only way she could keep herself from moaning loud enough to wake my parents >I start losing control, and I accidently flex inside her, which makes her tighten up even more and she lets out a small yelp >We stop for a second, looking into each others eyes >SHES IN FULL LUST MODE TOO >She bites down on my lip(a little revenge for me flexing), but her hips immediately pick up speed >shes riding me faster and faster >Snake, do not fail me now >I slip my tongue between her lips because her moans are reaching immeasurable percentiles >She's kissing me and I move to get her missionary >Time to take control >I mount her, full alpha, as she spread her legs and raises her hips >World's hottest invitiation >I tease her pussy again, I cant help it, I love the back and forth. I rub the head of my dick up and down her pussy, putting extra pressure and attention on her clit. >"Anon...more....more" >I slide in, and her hips, pulling them into me each thrust >D started to grab her mouth as I fucked her harder and faster >"Anon please, don't stop" >I wont, the mission wasnt over >I can feel her dripping right against my thighs as I kept guiding her hips onto my cock >My fingers ringed around her nipples, while I sucked every inch of her neck >Im sure my parents wouldve heard her moan at this point if she didnt have her mouth covered >and if that didnt give it away, the whole living room reeked from sex >but I didnt care >Every day of carnal fantasies flew through my head >every second of missed opportunities raced right by too >but most importantly, everytime I've ever wanted to have sex with D motivated me to make this last as long as we could >I flipped her over, she was in doggystyle position >I immediately could tell she was still in pain by the way she her speed dropped, so I started taking it slow >Fuck >This sex scene quickly went from from hottest shit ever to world most softcore porn >I pulled her closer, her back laying up against my chest >I pulled her hair back gently (not hard, but I was still in "sexual demon" mode") >Her all too familiar scent reclaimed me >She turns her head, her eyes now, and our tongues meet again >As we started making out I could feel her butt bouncing against my thighs >Snake, were getting close, but its not time to pull out just yet >The decrease in speed never stopped the pleasure. The sex was so tenderly paced we could take our time to savor every bit of our bodies >My vision start to go red.....speed increased by 20% >"Anon dont stop" >I wasn't going too >speed increased by 40% >I was going faster and faster while she bounced against me.....fuck >we couldnt help but say each other's names >"Anon" >"D" >"Anon" >"D" >"Anon....fuck im going to cum" >I kept on thrusting like my life depended on it >1 more stroke, 2 more stroke >I was getting lost in my pleasures >My mind starts going blank >I leaned back and made D lean back with me, one last time >My hands were gripped on her hips, as I went deeper >Oh god, she was getting wetter and I felt everything reaching its FLCLIMAX >"D, Im gonna cum" >"cum with me anon, cum with me" >I had one last thrust before I pulled my sword from the stone >I aimed for the floor, but D didnt stop grinding her hips against me as she came >2xThunderousOrgasm.jpg >I laid back on my couch exhausted from everything >I was stuck in that post-nut zen. For a moment, I felt like the Buddha of banging >and yet, it still flowed through my mind >the mental of aspect of everything culminating to tonight >The physical aspect of finally doing it and giving her everything she wanted >and I grasped it again, the thought but in a more honest form >it wasn't just a moment with D >but it was the most honest ive ever felt with anyone in my life...just being cuddled up there with her >and of course...

>David came home

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