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blooberrywizard · 5 years ago

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Der Katzenprinz

The full story and scene transcript for my fellow critters!

[Jester knocks on Calebs door]

Caleb: Ja?

Jester: Um, could you... could you cast tongues on me? *Flustered* I mean you know the spell where you can make me understand languages or whatever?

Caleb: Ja, I could do that

Jester: I just want to read the book, Caleb

Caleb: You want to read it yourself?

Jester: Well... I mean...

Caleb: I could read it to you if you want?

Jester: *Awkward* Okay. It could take awhile.

Caleb: Are we talking about uh, prince and cat?

Jester: Yeah the cute cat with the hat!

[Caleb brings Jester into his room and they settle on the couch]

Jester: Well this is a boring room Caleb. You really decked everyone else out

Caleb: Well it took a lot of effort for you all so no time for me

Jester: Aw

Caleb: Okay so, this is meant for children

Jester: Okay

Caleb: My mother read it to me when I was very little. Uh it's called The Cat Prince.

Jester: The Cat Prince. Okay

Caleb: Uh, okay

[Story Begins]

Once upon a time in a little house on the edge of a great wide wood lived a young boy with his mother. The poor boy was sick and spent much of his days in bed watching the days pass by from a little window in his room. The boy's mother loved him very much but as it was just the two of them and the boy was ill of health and frail of form, everyday she had to make the journey to town where she worked in the kitchens of the local lord. While she was gone the boy would mind the house, read one of their precious few books, and observe the bees and the trees [Caleb: Oh that rhymes when I translate it. Jester: *giggles*] and the birds in their flight as he spent the greater part of time resting in bed. The boy knew his mother loved him and her time away was all for his sake and he was grateful to her and loved her in return but it was a lonely life spending his days rereading some of the same books or talking to the air in their little home on the woods edge.

One day [Liam explains it's all illustrated and how Jester is next to him on the couch so he can show her the pictures] as the boy sat in bed looking out at the fields that lay between his home and the woods he noticed a cat making its way out of the forest. [Caleb: It's been a long time since I've read this] It was not long the boy realized clearly making its way towards his home was no ordinary cat for upon his head he wore a little top hat. And if that were not strange enough on it's own as the cat pattered up beneath the boy's window he stood, doffed his cap, took a bow and said,

"Greetings young master! You look as if you could use a bit of dancing!"

The boy stunned by these words from the dapper little cat could scarcely find his voice.

"Oh no, Sir," Said the boy, "I don't know how to dance. Nor am I made for it."

"Nonsense," Said the cat, "Why anyone can dance if only they look to. Come out of doors and let me show you."

And as he spoke the cat dawned his hat and began to turn in circles and dance. [Caleb: And he's dancing on the page] The boy was curious but said,

"Good Sir cat, I am afraid I am ill! My lungs are too weak and my bones are too frail!"

"Oooh maybe they are and maybe they aren't," The cat replied, "But either way you do not want to languish one more day in bed while watching the world go by, do you? Come take a walk with me through the fields and I will show you how to dance."

Overcoming his doubts the boy managed to climb down from his window and walk a few steps closer. This was no ordinary cat and no ordinary day and though he felt unsure his heart did leap a little and he began to follow the marvelous little cat through the grass. Slowly at first but with more vigor as they crossed the fields and eventually he found himself stepping under the shade of the woods for the first time in a great many years.

All the while the cat frolics and capered as they wound their way deeper into the wood and eventually the boy found himself stepping into a ring of trees. The cat whirling about his hat in hand, the furry little dancer twirled around the boy laughing and calling while the boy watched, his mouth agape. And then quick as a flash the cat brought his top hat down right atop the boy's head who was very suddenly plunged into darkness.

[Jester: Is this going to be a sad story Caleb? Caleb: *Grins and turns the page*]

But only a moment because all about him, shining in the dark, he saw the glow of hundreds of eyes. Feline eyes glimmering in the dark. Suddenly about him lanterns flared to life and the boy saw he was no longer in the wood at all. Here he saw a grand ballroom festively decorated and and filled to the brim with cats. Big cats, small ones, old cats, young ones. Cats of every breed and color and in the center of the great hall upon a stage stood the boy's feline guide. Only now he was dressed in very fine robes and upon his head sat a thin golden crown of wrought golden leaves.

[Jester: He's a prince! Caleb: Which is illustrated right there. Beautiful little cat. Well worn pages.]

The boy stood in wonder and amazement as the great host of cats bowed to their prince and then in turn bowed to him.

"The world of men is heavy and hard," The princely cat proclaimed, "But here across the veil we move with lighter step. Dance with us child and forget your troubles for a spell."

All at once scores of cats closed in around the boy purring and turning about his legs as thick as the sea. And as they moved so too did the boys feet. He swirled amongst them like a cork on the water and before he knew it the boy was dancing. Dancing and dancing as he never imagined he could. And his breath much to his surprise was hearty and hale. He found he no longer felt ill in the least. Hours passed and he and all the cats danced without end and the prince of cats more than all of them. After a long while the boy suddenly remembered his mother and immediately feared she would worry. He stopped in the middle of the great hall and called out to the prince of cats,

"Forgive me, Sir cat, but I can no longer stay! My mother will worry! I have to return!"

All the cats parted before him and the prince approached the boy.

"Are you sure, boy? You could stay and dance for us for as long as you wish. For ever and ever and ever."

"I cannot," The boy replied, "My mother has only me and I would no leave her alone. Forgive me."

The prince of cats looked on the boy with a sympathetic eye,

"Not at all, young one. Fear not a wit. You do your mother credit."

And with that the prince of cats stepped closer.

"Do not look so crestfallen. Take our cat's grace with you. You can always dance if the will is there."

And from behind his back he brought out his top hat again and pulled it over the boys eyes and once again all was dark.

[*Caleb dramatically flips the page making Jester laugh*]

Sometime later the boy stirred and his eyes fluttered open. He looked about and discovered he had been asleep in the wood and the sun now dappled his face through the trees. Next he noticed a thread bare patched top hat lying in the soft grass beside him. He gingerly picked it up and stood within the same circle of trees. As he did so he took a deep breath and smelled the earth and the forest and as he did he realized his breath was strong and his legs hearty.

"Danke," He said.

As he looked down at the hat in his hands and placing it upon his head he smiled, kicked up his heels, and quietly started to dance his way all the way back home.

The End.

[End of story]

Jester: That was a happy story Caleb!

Caleb: *Nods* That's why my mother read it to me

Jester: I really felt like the cat prince was going to trap him in there forever and then he wouldn't be able to go see his mom again

Caleb: Well a lot of Zemnian stories do end that way, it is true.

Jester: The cat prince kinda reminds me of The Traveler!

Caleb: That's true isn't it?

Jester: Ya.. wow

Caleb: A little dicey but very likeable

Jester: *Laughs* Good in the end, ya know?

Caleb: Ja... ja

Jester: That was a really good story

Caleb: I am happy that I could share it with you

Jester: Me too. Thank you

Caleb: Mmhm

Jester: Can I have it back?

Caleb: Oh ja, it is your copy. It will vanish when you leave here though but it is yours

Jester: *Stares at the book, running her thumb over it before hugging it to her chest* Thank you

Caleb: *Nods and quietly says 'Ja'*

Jester: Alright goodnight, Caleb

Caleb: Ja goodnight.... Guten nacht...

Jester: *Giggles*

#critical role #critical role spoilers #episode 115 #c2e115 #caleb widogast #jester lavorre #widojest #forgive me if there are errors its 5 am here and I was listening at half speed to get it all down lol #This isn't fanfic I swear #it actually happened #it just sounds like it's right out of one #god bless Liam and Laura for this

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satendou · 5 years ago

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⟼ distance

⍣ 365 days of sun series | next | 1/2

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⇢ pairing: iwaizumi hajime/reader/oikawa tooru

⇢ au: 365!au, poly!au, college!au, pro!oikawa

⇢ summary: prequel to 365 days; oikawa goes to argentina, leaving you and iwaizumi behind

⇥ masterlist

⇢ warnings: pre-relationship, cursing, fluff, mild angst

⇢ word count: 6757

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⇢ a/n: a few things. 1) i did not particularly care for how correct the timeline is or how correct the actual offer, signing, etc happens. 2) the cut is a little weird bc i when i wrote this, i wrote as one fic but it turned out to be 18k words so...no. 3) i love this whole fic sm so i hope you guys do too!

“I’ve had an offer.”

Oikawa’s voice cut through the sound of your and Iwaizumi’s playful arguing and the sound of video game music that filled the room.

“That’s great news, Tooru!” you exclaimed, looking up at him leaned against the door. Your smile fell when you met his eyes, a pained mix of happy and uncertain. It was such a rare look that you couldn’t place any moment in recent memory that you had seen it.

“What?” you asked, setting the controller on the table. The sound playing from the TV cut out without warning, and Iwaizumi shifted on the couch beside you, leaning close enough that you could feel his warmth through your sweater. It was mid-winter in Tokyo and you had stayed home after classes were cancelled, choosing to hang out together rather than frolic in the snow. “Tooru?”

He bit his lip as he considered the news he had just been delivered. It was an actual dream come true, exactly what he had wanted all this time. But then why did it feel like someone had just punched him in the stomach? “The offer is for um, a team down in--” He sighed. “--in Argentina. It’s one of the top teams in the world, and they want me to be first string.”

“Oh.”

You said it at the same time as Iwaizumi, both staring at Oikawa’s pained expression.

“Then you need to take it,” Iwaizumi continued, his sharp words cutting through the tense air like a knife. He knew what Oikawa was thinking, what he was worried about, and couldn’t let him think no one would support him. He’d be lost without his best friend, but this was Oikawa’s chance at his dream. “And Argentina is far enough away that we won’t have to deal with you anymore. We deserve a break from your drama.”

You smacked him on the arm for that, but Oikawa chuckled.

“Don’t worry, Iwa-chan. I know you’ll actually really miss me, you adorable tsun. I’ll come back to visit, so don’t give away my room,” he said, and you were relieved to see his expression lighten. He kicked off from the door and plopped down on the couch beside you, slinging his arm around your shoulders. “And I know our dear _____ is going to be so lonely without me.”

You mimed throwing up into Iwaizumi’s lap. “Like hell. It’ll be so peaceful without you here. _____, my girlfriend broke up with me for the third time. Iwa-chan, why hasn’t she texted me back it’s been two minutes.”

“_____, can you bring me an ice pack? My dumbass overdid it again and my knee hurts,” Iwaizumi mocked, and Oikawa yelped in indignation.

“I do not sound like that or say those things,” he said, pulling his arm from your shoulders to cross them over his chest. There was a warm glow in his heart as the three of you bantered, stemming from the undying support the two of you had always given him in the pursuit of his dreams-- even if you were really mean to him while doing it. “Thank you, guys.”

You stopped laughing at him, both you and Iwaizumi turning to stare at him before you smiled. “You sap. Of course we’re going to support you no matter what! We’re gonna miss you, though. Like, bad,” you answered, and your throat tightened a little at the thought of him being halfway around the world. The three of you had been inseparable for years, even ending up attending the same college in Tokyo, though that had been because it had the best courses for the majors you and Iwaizumi wanted and Oikawa loved their volleyball team. It was a no brainer to get an apartment together when you found out you’d all been accepted either.

“Speak for yourself, _____. I’ll be glad when he’s gone. And don’t expect us to run all over the world chasing you, either,” Iwa said, picking up the controller off the table again and unmuting the TV. As soon as he unpaused the game, his character died. “Goddammit.”

“You really deserve this, Tooru. More than anyone,” you said, bumping against his shoulder.

Oikawa looked down at your face, eyes lit up with happiness as you smiled. He hid his face in the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your shampoo with a grin, warmth bubbling in his chest all over again. He was finally going to live his dream and he had the two people he loved most in the world at his back. He couldn’t imagine anything better than that.

So many words danced on his tongue, his thoughts a jumbled mess and he opened his mouth to let them spill out.

“Yeah, I guess I do, don’t I?” You groaned as Iwaizumi reached around you to smack the back of his head, and he snickered into your hair, his arms squeezing you into his side. “I love you guys.”

Picking up the controller, you let him cling to you like the monkey he was as you rejoined the game. “Yeah, sure, Shittykawa. We love you too.”

There was a lot of planning after he accepted the offer, outside of what the agency would take care of. He just had to find an apartment within his budget and they would take care of securing it for him before he arrived, and travel was taken care of.

Naturally, what was his responsibility became yours.

“Don’t you own anything besides basketball shorts and sweatpants?” you asked, holding up what had to be the sixtieth pair of shorts in the last thirty minutes. You were helping him pick out what clothes he was going to be taking to San Juan with him, leaving the rest in his room in Tokyo for when he visited. They all smelled like him, the light and breezy cologne he wore that seemed to stick to everything, including you.

You were struck by the realization that when he left, that smell would fade from everything, including you. And the idea that you would never be teased for smelling like Oikawa again caused your heart to clench.

Your face must have twisted because Oikawa’s happy babbling cut off.

“_____? What is it?” Setting the longsleeve t-shirt he held in his hands aside, he turned to fully face you while you turned fully away from him. He gripped your shoulders, trying to force you to turn to look at him, which you resisted at first. When he heard the light sniffling though, he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “Hey, what’s going on?”

Fast as lightning, you turned and threw your arms around his neck, hiding your face in his shoulder. Without hesitation, he hauled you closer, rubbing your back as you cried into his neck. Between sobs you managed to choke out, “I’m gonna miss your stupid face so much. And what am I gonna do when the apartment stops smelling like your cheapass cologne? Am I gonna have to wear it?”

Your fingers twisted in the soft white t-shirt he wore. You hadn’t meant to cry, really you hadn’t, because you knew things like this would only make it harder for him to leave. And as much as you did want him to stay here with you, you also knew he would never be happy unless he was in the spotlight playing volleyball. But your tears soaked his shirt anyway as you tried to stifle your sniffling.

He burst into laughter at your childish whining, rocking you back and forth in his arms.

“Awe, I already knew that, princess. Everyone’s going to miss me,” he said, putting on that smug air that came so naturally. He was just trying to cheer you up though, and you could see through him like a window, laughing into his shoulder.

One hand curled into your hair, holding you close as he took in your warmth and your sadness. It was a mirror to his own, tempered by a cautious enthusiasm that his future-- and his dreams-- were about to take off. He was being selfish throughout all of this-- selfishly keeping you close while selfishly leaving you at the same time.

That warmth he always felt whenever you were close welled up again, and he smiled.

“I’ll miss you too, you know,” he whispered into your hair, and felt your arms slide back up around his neck, squeezing so tight he thought his breathing would stop. “You and Iwa, more than anyone.”

“Well, you’ll come back,” you whispered back, resting your cheek on his shoulder, facing away from his neck. “You’re like a parasite. We’ll never be rid of you.”

Oikawa’s shoulders shook underneath your head and you smiled.

“Help me pick apartments,” Oikawa demanded, folding himself into the empty seat beside Iwaizumi. He had his laptop in hand, a dozen or so tabs open to different apartments near the stadium his new team called home. He would be leaving in a few days to check them and the stadium out, and likely to sign the contract while he was down there. Truth be told, he was nervous.

“Don’t you have any manners, you damn brat?” Iwaizumi asked, even as he set his phone to the side. He’d been surfing through DoorDash, looking for something to get for dinner. You would be home from classes soon and no doubt starving. “I’m ordering dinner.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. _____ said she was going to stop and pick up something for us. I requested takoyaki, but she said she wasn’t feeling it,” Oikawa answered with a pout.

“Probably,” Iwaizumi said as Oikawa flipped to the first tab and he turned the screen to show him, “because she’s been doing labs with crustaceans in biology all week.”

It was a 3 bedroom, 2 bath with an open floor plan and a lot of windows. Newly refurbished and expensive. Not that Oikawa wouldn’t be able to afford it.

Iwaizumi shrugged. It wasn’t terrible, and definitely Oikawa’s style. He liked lots of natural light for his Instagram photos, and that apartment definitely provided.

“I should’ve waited for _____,” he grumbled, but flipped to the next one anyway.

Another 3 bedroom, 2 bath, smaller than the last and darker, in both light and color scheme, but no less expensive. Instantly Iwaizumi grunted and shook his head, and there was a small gratification as Oikawa instantly X’d out of the tab, letting it get lost in the void.

If there was one thing Oikawa valued above a volleyball player’s skills, it was your and Iwaizumi’s opinions. You knew him just as well as he knew himself, and better, in some ways. If Iwaizumi thought that apartment wasn’t good enough, then it wasn’t good enough.

The next few went much the same way. 3 bedroom, 2 bath, too dark or too small, too old-school or too extravagant. Each and every time Iwaizumi said no, Oikawa was secretly relieved to click the X button. A lot of the apartments he’d found weren’t to his taste, but he also knew his tastes were dramatic, hence the need for Iwaizumi’s down-to-earth opinions.

“Hey, I have a question,” Iwaizumi said when apartment number nine was bookmarked. It was a close contender with number one, the only other one he had agreed with. He knew Oikawa would never be happy living in a closed in, dark space. He was a lot like a plant.

A really mouthy, annoying plant. Like that tentacuwhatever from Harry Potter. Clingy and needed attention nonstop or else he’d cause trouble. What was he saying?

Oh right.

Oikawa paused his scrolling to look up at Iwaizumi, who had settled back into the couch, his arm slung across the back just above Oikawa’s shoulders. With his leg pressed to his, Oikawa was practically tucked into his side as they fought to both see the laptop screen.

“What’s that, Iwa-chan?”

Iwaizumi leaned back in, his cheek right next to Oikawa’s. “Why are all these apartments three bedroom?”

In response, Oikawa spluttered. “Well, I mean, you know, it’s for if-- if friends want to come stay for a while or-- or you know. Geez, Iwa-chan, I do have those you know. And I’ll make more in Argentina. Might even replace you, if you aren’t careful.”

Iwaizumi’s arm curled tight around Oikawa’s neck then, his voice dangerously low as he growled, “No one will ever put up with you like I do, so good luck.”

Smirking, he pulled away and settled back down into the couch, picking his phone up again to see a text from you, asking if soba was alright for dinner. Typing his response, he said to Oikawa, “Soba is for dinner. And you may as well close out of the other tabs. I think the first one is the best one. Think we could come with you and pick out our rooms for ourselves?”

Oikawa choked.

The day of his permanent departure finally arrived.

To all three of you, it felt too quick and sudden, like you had blinked and the time had disappeared while your eyes were closed. All that morning, the three of you skirted around the topic as you dealt with the last minute details.

“Hey, you want this shirt right? You better--”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Oi, Shit-- Tooru, you’re forgetting these, dumbass, and I’m not mailing ‘em to you.”

As the time whittled down to nothing, you found yourselves standing in the living room, staring at each other. You had sworn up and down that you wouldn’t get sappy or cry or do anything to make it any harder on Oikawa than it already clearly was. But the tension in the air, the strange, manic sparkle in his eyes as he stared the two of you down broke whatever resolve you had and you threw yourself at him, tears welling in your eyes.

His fingers, previously wrapped around the handle of his suitcase, found their way into your hair, his other arm winding around you as the suitcase hit the floor with a clattering of plastic, squeezing you tight enough to force the air from your lungs. And yet it wasn’t close enough, one arm around his shoulders and the other around his back, pressing yourself even closer, until there wasn’t an ounce of space between you.

Against your will, the tears spilled over and wetted his shirt, but he paid it no mind, too lost in breathing in the smell of your shampoo and the feel of your warmth for close to the last time.

Behind you, Iwaizumi sighed, turning his eyes up to the ceiling, thankful that Oikawa’s eyes were closed so he couldn’t see the glittering in his own. Much as he might like to give his friend hell, he was going to miss him. A lot. More than he liked to admit.

Another set of arms came around you, completing the missing piece as you stood there and cried into Oikawa’s chest. You could feel tears in your hair and it only made you squeeze him tighter. The urge, the need to ask him to stay, just for another day, welled up so strong you had to bite your tongue to keep the words in. Truth be told, you weren’t sure if he would say no, but no way were you going to put him in that position.

“We’re gonna be late, Oikawa,” you whispered into his shirt and felt him nod against your head, but no one made a move to pull away.

It took all your willpower-- and a few elbows in a few ribs-- to pull away from them. Oikawa’s lips parted, his hands still reaching out for you, and you took one while Iwaizumi picked up his forgotten suitcase.

“Oi, Lazykawa,” he barked, “I’ll get this, you get your carry-on. _____, make sure he doesn’t get lost.”

At that, Oikawa gasped in mock outrage, placing his free hand over his heart and affecting a hurt tone. “How could you think so low of me, Iwa-chan? Do you think I’m so stupid?”

From the hallway, a very deadpan, “Yes,” rang out and you snorted in laughter.

“Really, Tooru, how could you not see that coming?” you asked while he picked up his bag. His fingers stayed laced with yours while you locked the door behind you. Doing it one handed was difficult and took longer than if you’d had your other hand, but neither of you were inclined to let go.

Iwaizumi was waiting impatiently outside the taxi, his foot tapping arrhythmically against the snowy pavement. His fingers were freezing and his eyes narrowed as he watched the two of you walk down the stairs hand in hand, both wearing sad smiles as you looked back at him.

“If you two take any longer he’s gonna miss his flight,” he snapped, holding the door open for both of you. His mood settled when you patted his cheek before sliding in beside Oikawa. It was a bit cramped with two 6’ tall athletes wedged into the tight space, but frankly there weren’t a lot of other places you’d rather be.

Now if only you weren’t stuck between them on your way to the airport to see one of them off to the other side of the freakin’ world.

The ride, in typical fashion when doing something you don’t want to do, took both too long and not enough time. You filled it with jokes and memories as each held one of your hands, mostly about what you thought San Juan would be like and of games he and Iwaizumi had played in while you cheered your heart out in the stands.

Their number one fanatic, they affectionately called you. A lot of your highschool career was spent with them just because there was so much jealousy among the other students that you were so close to them. You were grateful to them for so much you couldn’t even begin to list them all, but you could at least say number one on the list was loving you the way they did.

Oikawa was met at the airport by some diehard fans and his family, all teary eyed and clamoring for his attention, and you looked at Iwaizumi. He shared a resigned, grateful expression with you, glad you had said your goodbyes in the privacy of your apartment. There was no way you were going to get it here, surrounded the way he was.

While you stood on the outskirts, watching Oikawa smile and simper for everyone while making his way further inside, he looked back and his smile changed. From polite and sweet, it morphed into something genuine and deep, and even from a distance you could see the glitter in his eyes.

He laughed and said something, and the tone of the crowd changed, dispersing slowly until it was only his family left. Something was said to his mother, who was clinging to his hand with tears streaming down her cheeks, then he was making his way towards the two of you.

“I’ve only got a few minutes before I have to check in so I…” he said, but trailed off, scratching the back of his head. The words were stuck in his throat, too hard to say to the two of you. He could put on a show for the crowd all day, playing the part but as soon as he was placed in front of you, it was like someone had corked him. “I’m really gonna miss you guys. Who’s gonna cheer me on at games now?”

A sigh rode on the tail of the laugh that escaped you while Iwaizumi’s eyes narrowed, looking very much like he was going to kick Oikawa into the luggage carousel.

“Oh, I don’t know, you dumbass. Maybe the thousands of adoring fans you’re going to gain with your face plastered all over national television?” he asked, his fingers flexing with the restrained urge. It was muscle memory at this point, he couldn’t be blamed.

Oikawa’s face fell, though Iwaizumi’s voice held no bite and Oikawa wasn’t really upset. Setting his hand on his hip, he pointed at Iwaizumi. “It won’t be the same and you know it. You better watch every game. I’ll know if you haven’t.”

Iwaizumi scoffed and rolled his eyes. “How are you gonna know, idiot?”

Oikawa’s arm snaked around your shoulder, still pointing to Iwaizumi as he tugged you into his side. The smile he wore was somehow both fake and so genuine it almost hurt to look at. “Well, our little _____ will tell me if you haven’t, won’t you?”

Before you could answer, the loudspeaker sounded, announcing his flight was ready for check-in, and all the humor left you in a breath.

“Tooru,” his mother called, beckoning towards him with her hands.

“Just a minute, mom,” he called over his shoulder, and his typically playful eyes were soft as he stared down at you. One hand took yours while the other met your cheek, thumb wiping away the tear that had managed to escape without your notice. “I’ll call you when I land. And text you every day. And you better not let anyone take my room, I’ll need somewhere to sleep when I come back to visit. Lord knows I won’t be able to stay with them while I’m here.”

“Tooru,” his mother called again, sounding desperate now. You couldn’t blame her, Oikawa had spent an altogether longer time saying goodbye to you than he had with them since he’d arrived. Besides, the place his family held in line for him was moving forward rapidly-- as rapidly as the time you had left with him was shortening.

“You better not forget us, Tooru, or we’ll come down to Argentina and kick your ass,” you said, all three of you stumbling towards the line. He ducked under the rope, still holding your hand in a death grip, still unwilling to let go. “Or Haji will. I’ll keep a lookout so we don’t get arrested.”

At that, all three of you burst into laughter, the action causing the dam to break and then you were all crying too. In a split second decision Oikawa couldn’t explain, he leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead in a chaste kiss, letting it linger there as he said, “I could never forget you. Either of you. My best friends and the people I love the most.”

“Love you too, Tooru. Give ‘em hell,” you whispered into his chest before pulling away.

“Go, before your family has a shit fit,” Iwaizumi said, pushing at his shoulder. But Oikawa’s hand covered his for a fraction of a second and squeezed with strength that only came with practicing serves for hours on end. Some unnamed emotion flitted in his eyes, but Iwaizumi nodded in understanding. “Come see us soon, alright?”

Oikawa’s throat tightened until all he could do was nod. With one last look at you, he turned and walked towards the front of the line, becoming obscured by the throngs of people.

An arm came around Iwaizumi’s waist and he instinctively curled his around your shoulders. He could feel the tears wetting his shoulder, where your face was pressed into his shirt. His own throat was sore as he held his tears back and he rubbed your arm as he fought to catch just one last glimpse of the last third of his trio.

But he was gone, off to the other side of the world and away from you. Some cynical part of Iwaizumi said he was gone forever, that in typical Oikawa fashion he would get down there and completely forget about the two of you. That wasn’t what the more rational side said, though. That side said he was being completely unfair to his friend, and he was inclined to agree with it more.

Leading you back out to the entrance, he hailed a taxi and helped you in, where you wrapped yourself around him again, causing him to laugh.

“It isn’t forever, you know,” he said, petting your hair. Of course, he would never tell you what he had been thinking just a few minutes ago. It wouldn’t help, even if it did turn out to be true. “We’ll see him again, probably a lot sooner than we’d like.”

As if to prove his point, both of your phones pinged with a new notification.

When you swiped them open, you found a message in the group chat that was so typical of Oikawa that Iwaizumi snorted before you both burst into laughter.

‘First class sucks without anyone to share it with. And the wine is bleh. I miss u guys :(‘

Each of you answered, Iwaizumi with a typical ‘you’re an idiot’ and you with an ‘i miss u too bby :’(‘.

You received one last text, telling you he had to shut his phone off and then you settled your head on Iwaizumi’s shoulder to stare out the window. The scenery passed by in a blur while you focused on Iwaizumi’s rough thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

After a few minutes, you hummed thoughtfully. “What should we get for dinner?”

“How does takoyaki sound?”

It was several months after Oikawa had left and both you and Iwaizumi were coming up on a small break from school. Since he’d left, Oikawa’s texts and calls had been spotty at best, though he made the effort to send a goodnight text into the group chat every night. When he’d first realized that he was failing in his promise, he’d apologized while telling you he would try harder.

Iwaizumi had shut that down real quick and you could imagine him tapping on his phone furiously during study period, wearing a scowl that would have had Oikawa cowering in the corner if he’d seen it.

‘Shut up, idiot. You’re training, right? Then train. We’re adults. We understand, right, _____?’

In your biology class, you had snuck a quick response. Even as adults, your teacher was a real bastard about using phones in class, and being caught could end in a pop quiz.

‘Yeah, you brat. Stop stretching yourself so thin or they’ll kick you out and you’ll have to come back to Japan and start all over,’ you typed, having to erase the word ‘home’ in favor of something less...that. Sometimes the way Oikawa talked, when your schedules lined up and you could talk on the phone properly, he sounded like all you’d have to do was ask and he’d be on the first plane out of San Juan. Even he still slipped up and called it home, often correcting himself afterwards as if to convince himself.

After that, he stopped apologizing, but he also stopped responding nearly as much. That didn’t stop you from using the group chat. You could see where Oikawa had read and reacted to certain messages and knew that even if he was busy, he was still there. And that in itself made the separation easier.

Two weeks before that break started, you received a long text in the group chat, both of your phones going off on the table. Only Iwaizumi picked his up, already knowing who it was from-- the chat had a special tone, so you knew whether to pick it up immediately or not.

‘Hey guys, I know this is sudden and a little short notice, but you have that break coming up, don’t you? I’m going to have my first game down here during that time so I was wondering if you’d want to come down and visit? Ik it’s only been a few months but you know how much i miss your stupid faces, and san juan is so pretty this time of year. I can pay for the tickets down here (obviously) and your rooms already have beds so you can stay with me! Isn’t that great? I have to go, but let me know!’

Iwaizumi stared at the text, a vein ticking in his forehead, while you read over his shoulder. It was clear Oikawa was excited at the prospect, but planning a trip like that in only two weeks was going to be hell.

“Does he even realize how full of himself he sounds?” Iwaizumi snapped, crossing his arms over his chest after you took his phone. “‘I can pay for the tickets’-- my ass. I’m gonna beat him senseless when we see him.”

“So…” you said, already typing away on his phone, “does that mean I should tell him to buy two tickets, since he’s so kindly offered?”

He caught sight of your smirk and followed it up with one of his own, belatedly realizing what he’d just said. “Well, since he can obviously afford it, may as well let him.”

You sent the text out without making any changes and Iwaizumi didn’t know if he should kiss you or smack you.

Oikawa was a lot more active in chat over the next couple of weeks, talking nonstop about how excited he was to see you. Iwaizumi was taking the blow up with more grace than you had ever imagined, and then you realized why.

“Haji, aren’t you excited to see Tooru? And I never thought I’d actually go to Argentina. I’m kinda nervous,” you teased one night over takeout and beers. A movie Iwaizumi had picked up while he bought snacks at the store played in the background, though it was so bad neither of you were really paying attention.

He looked up from his phone, where he was no doubt texting Oikawa, looking thoughtful. You expected a huff or a denial, but he surprised you-- a lot, actually.

“Yeah, I’m really excited. It’s been...too quiet without that brat around,” he said, and frowned. “I miss him.”

You set your fork in the takeout box, staring blankly at the TV while you processed that admission. Iwaizumi wasn’t much for talking about his feelings. He was very action oriented, as you and Oikawa knew too well, so to hear him say it meant something.

“I really miss him too, you know,” you murmured, playing with your fingers. It wasn’t something that bothered you too often, but Iwaizumi’s confession had brought it to the forefront of your thoughts and you allowed yourself to wallow just a little. “I can’t wait to see him.”

“I can’t either. I know I don’t say it nearly enough, but I love you both,” he said, his ears heating up at the admission. It was only easy to say in the dark, when he could focus on his phone instead of the embarrassment the words brought. It wasn’t something he said very often, no matter how much he thought it.

You giggled, flicking a fry you had been about to eat at him. “You’re such a sap. Tooru really is rubbing off on you, Haji.”

Throwing it back at you, he playfully snapped, “Don’t compare me to Shittykawa, _____. I’m nothing like him.”

“You’re right. You’re much smarter than he is,” you replied, chucking the fry back into the top part of your takeout box.

It felt so good to just relax and hang out with Iwaizumi. Your schedules had both been so packed with classes and work, and even when one was free the other rarely was, that you hadn’t had a spare moment with him in weeks. It was the first night that you had free since Oikawa first invited you down and, though you had been flooded with requests to go out to bars or clubs, you just wanted to stay in. Expecting to be alone that night too, you were pleasantly surprised when Iwa had shown up with two takeout boxes and a six pack of beer. It felt like all the tension you had been carrying over the last few weeks had dissipated and that things were normal.

Shitty movies, shitty beer, and Iwa. All you really needed was Oikawa, and you would have him in a few days.

Your heart fluttered in your stomach, your chest tightening at the thought of seeing him again. It felt like years had passed since he left, between your hectic schedules and sporadic texts. More than once you had come home exhausted and wanting to just go to bed, maybe cry a little from the stress, and you were suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of something missing. The little negative voice in the back of your head would nag as you laid awake, staring at your ceiling, hoping your phone would light up or Iwa would walk through the door and fill the silence of the apartment.

It was nights like that that made you wonder if everything you were doing was worth it, if you were somehow losing Iwaizumi and Oikawa, and the doubt hurt more than anything else. It was a constant tug-of-war with yourself; you knew that eventually you would have to let them go, but only when you were good and ready, and ready you most certainly were not.

There was hope that this trip would help ease some of your doubt and fears, that seeing Oikawa in his element might prove to you that everything the three of you had accomplished made all the long days and sleepless nights worth something. But there was a part of you that was nervous that going down there would prove that the gap you were afraid of truly existed, and then what would you do?

“You know,” Iwaizumi said carefully, watching your face. “I really needed this. I’ve missed you too.”

He didn’t know what you were thinking exactly, but he could see you were well in your own head and that the thoughts weren’t pleasant. The both of you had been under a lot of pressure lately, with finals and jobs and projects over the last few months, and he could tell it was getting to you. Besides that, he had missed you fiercely in the interim, often coming home to find you already asleep or still out. Sometimes you had left him something to eat but other times he was the one leaving you food. Little sticky notes adorned the fridge with thank you’s and other endearing notes to each other as well, reminding each of you that you weren’t alone.

He looked forward to those and the passing moments he could see you in the morning before classes or work. It was the only time you had, sipping coffee as you chatted about meaningless things before rushing around to get ready because you had wasted too much time talking, but you would do it again the next time anyway.

“Same,” you said, smiling. There was an odd feeling in your chest, like you had drank too much coffee, your heart racing far too fast for your liking.

Iwa quirked a brow at the strange look on your face, like an amused grimace, and laughed when you poked your lip out. You glanced at him and the look morphed to one of happiness, and he rolled his eyes. “Come here, stupid. Let’s put Netflix on and watch Wipeout or something.”

He grunted at the impact of you launching yourself at his chest. The couch bounced as you cackled, squirming around until you could lean back his side and he pushed at your head in response, scowling.

“What’s wrong, Iwa?” you asked as you made yourself comfortable, pulling his arm down around your shoulders in a familiar manner. Tilting your head back, you continued to grin maniacally at him. “You seem annoyed.”

“Yeah, that’s because I have a bratty ass roommate who seems intent on aggravating me. Thought I’d seen the end of it when Shittykawa left,” he grumbled, but the corners of his lips turned up, a soft look in his eyes as he scowled. “Guess not.”

He flipped through the Netflix menu, looking for something to watch. They had removed Wipeout, but the search menu pulled up similar titles, and you pointed at the third one down.

“Guess not. What’s ‘The Floor Is Lava’? It looks similar,” you said, and he clicked into it. It was close enough so he hit play. “Anyway what’s new with you? What about that girl from your uh...chemistry class…?”

He had mentioned her a few times in the morning when you were supposed to be getting ready, but her name escaped you. Talking about her brought that same strange feeling back into your chest, and you squinted as you tried to recognize it. It was familiar somehow but foreign too, like you had experienced it before but it was so long ago you had forgotten.

“Oh,” he said, and shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah it-- eh. I didn’t have time to spare and we kinda drifted apart.”

He didn’t tell you that most of the free time he did have was spent with you. At first he had been really into her, but as his schedule became more packed and he spent less time at home, he had had to make a choice. It was one he wasn’t even aware of making until she had pointed it out to him.

“I know she’s your best friend and all, but you spend more time with her than me!” she had griped one evening over video chat. It was the only time he really saw her anymore, and he squirmed at her accusation. It wasn’t incorrect and it left him feeling guilty because it wasn’t fair to her. When he didn’t answer, she scoffed. “Maybe you should date her instead, since you’re so up her ass!”

She had hung up and he had mulled it over for days afterwards, when he couldn’t push it from his mind. It felt wrong to consider you in that way, like he was doing something dirty, and the next time he saw you he felt almost sleazy. Her words flooded his brain again, causing his face to flush, turning away to continue fixing your coffees. It was a while before he felt settled again after that, his heart picking up speed every time your name flashed on his phone-- because of course he didn’t see you for days after that.

He had to tell himself it was normal to want to spend time at home with you rather than go out to bars or crowded restaurants after spending days on end coming in late from classes and work. Because it was normal right? To want to be with you in the comfort of the apartment than out with anyone else?

The tightness in your chest eased at his words, and you giggled, fiddling with his fingers. “Guess that explains why you’re here with me instead of out with her, huh? Kinda sucks, being so busy. We have no free time to do anything.”

Iwa nodded, pinching one of your fingers between his and squeezing, listening to you squeal playfully. It felt good to be spending time with you in a way he never felt with anyone else and he tried not to overthink it. “Yeah, but in a few days we’ll be responsibility free.”

“True. I can’t wait. ‘M gonna shut my phone off and let everyone assume I’m dead,” you said as you picked up your phone to scroll through your Insta. Oikawa had posted a new photo just before he went to bed of him mid-set to one of his team members, his tongue poking out between his lips as he concentrated. It was gorgeous, his skin much tanner than he had been while living in Japan and he was so pretty it almost hurt. You clicked the heart beneath it, one of the thousands already there.

Part of you expected to be introduced to a new girlfriend when you arrived, and you weren’t sure how you’d feel about that. Picturing an unknown woman hanging around made you grimace, and you were gonna murder him if he did that.

Iwaizumi laughed, patting your hand. “Let’s not do that or they might send someone after us, and I for one don’t feel like being chased through the streets of San Juan by Matsukawa and Hanamaki.”

“Yikes, you’re right,” you said, turning your attention from your phone to the TV, where a trio of people were currently navigating what appeared to be a bedroom. A comfortable silence fell, broken only by the sound of the TV and you passed the rest of the night that way.

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bbhyeoliskooks · 5 years ago

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... 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔...

➶ TXT’s Reaction to Hearing you Sing

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Genre: 3 1/2 cups of fluff and 1/2 teaspoons of angst

Warnings: None, I think !

Song: Moon River

(Lately, I’ve been so soft for TXT!! I just love them so much. How hard working they are and always put on a smile for us. They always do their best just to make us happy. I really want to hug them and tell them they did well~~)

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͒ ु Yeonjun ͒ ु

In your opinion, babysitting your younger siblings was pretty difficult. With two children running around and a baby crying for her mother, it was hard to concentrate on your studies. Finals were in two weeks, so you decided to study early to get a head start.

During the times when stress would pile upon you, you’d usually bring the kids outside to relinquish their energy. After that, they would sleep early and give you time to study for the subjects you were struggling in. Fortunately, the baby was already sleeping and the younger ones were getting sleepy as each minute passed.

Unbeknownst to you, Yeonjun decided to check up on how you’re doing because he knew you would be adamant on taking a break. Apparently, he was just walking pass the neighborhood and wanted to visit you. He worried a lot about you during finals and took care of you when you weren’t able to.

You were rocking the baby crib as well as reading the exam book to pass. It’d been long since you sang, and it was an easy way to let go of stress. You started to softly sing Moon River, a song that held a deep place in your heart.

Yeonjun arrived at your house with a smile, holding the spare key that you gave him for emergencies. Technically it wasn’t an emergency, but it was emergency to him if you weren’t babied during these times. He opened the door gently, making no sounds.

A soft voice made its way to his ears, and his eyes widened. It sounded so gentle and gorgeous. It was like an angel was singing. Was it you that was singing? He never heard you sing before. Usually, you were too scared to sing anywhere so he naturally assumed that you couldn’t sing well. He took his phone out to record you and quietly giggled.

It wasn’t long before you finished the song that you finally looked up at Yeonjun’s gaping mouth. Almost screaming, you let out a sound that sounded like a whining cat. You chuckled, putting the pencil down. “You seriously didn’t record that, did you?” He laughed with you and put his phone in his sweatshirt pocket. “I’m sorry, baby girl! It’s just that I’ve never heard you sing before. You can’t expect me not to when it comes to you. It was amazing!”

He bent down to press a loving kiss against your cheek. “You sounded like a Disney princess. It was so magical and pretty. Sing a duet with me in the future?”

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͒ ु Soobin ͒ ु

You were preparing food for the date you and Soobin were going on today. It was a picnic in the beach, a place where you wanted to experience the waves with him. A smile crept up your face as you imagined the day together. Both of you would frolic in the ocean and feel the warm sun melt your skin.

Spreading jam on one of the bread slices, you sang “Moon River” to ease your excitement. You were almost finished with all of the snacks. You just had to put them in the basket and wait for Soobin to finish packing up.

Speaking of which, Soobin walked into the kitchen, completely allured by your voice. He heard you sing before, but every time he would fall in love with you even more. It sounded so pleasing and sweet to his ears. To be honest, this babie just loved your voice more than bread and ice cream. (rip to soobin x bread 😔)

You looked up at your boyfriend whose eyes were twinkling. You could see why everyone told you that he looked at you like you were his world. You pushed away your embarrassment and softly smiled. Breaking out into giggles at his stare, you fed his widened mouth a piece of pandesal. He chewed it quickly before pulling you into his affectionate arms.

“Will you sing more for me, please? I love your honey voice.” You leaned against his chest, letting out a satisfied hum. “Of course you do. You love anything I do, and I am so grateful for that. I’m so lucky to have you, you know that?”

He kissed the top of your head lightly making you grin more if that was possible. “You can’t be lucky when I have you already. I love you, Y/N- more than you already know!” He leaned forward and tried to close the gap between the both of you. Jokingly pulling away, you let out a squeal and hit his chest. “Why are we so cheesy?! Ahh, Soobin! I love you too.”

You both laughed at your statement before he picked up the packed bag left on the counter. “Shall we go? If we keep being love birds, we’re going to miss a fun day~” Holding his hand and picking up the basket, you instantly agreed. “Of course, Binnie! We need to find a good place.”

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͒ ु Beomgyu ͒ ु

(Uwu this babie 🥺 my bias ahajshshgs)

“I’m going to sleep, jagi!” Beomgyu yelled.

You hummed in response and continued to study for the night. After 15 minutes, he pouted and whined once again. “I said I’m going to sleep, Y/N!” You nodded and smiled at his neediness. “I know! You just told me, Gyu. Are you that forgetful?”

He pouted as you turned back to work on your project. It was already 3am and he was feeling sleepy, but he refused to fall asleep this night to hear your wonderful voice. He couldn’t go to sleep without you in bed and hearing you sing one of his favorites, “Moon River.”

You didn’t know he caught you one night when you accidentally banged your head against the head of your bed. The boy woke up in a heartbeat and before he could let out a noise, you started to sing while combing his messy hair. He almost laughed at the memory, but was still sad that you weren’t going to bed soon. He got an idea and grinned at the thought of it.

“You know jagi, you don’t have to pretend anymore.” You raised an eyebrow at him before putting down the pencil. “What do you mean pretend? I don’t think I’m doing anything like that.” He snickered at you which made you confused. Did he catch you doing anything bad? No...? You don’t recall doing something wrong.

“Y/N, I know you sing me to sleep. You don’t need to hide it anymore! I want to hear you sing~” Your face flushed with embarrassment, but you hid it well with the strands of your hair. Beomgyu shook his head, trying to hold in his laughter. “Why are you so embarrassed? I love your voice. Please, don’t be shy to me.”

His face was red now, and his cheeks blossomed pink. He looked way too adorable for his own good when he panicked. You looked down at the textbooks, so he wouldn’t see your red face either. “But, Gyu... I can only sing when you’re asleep! I don’t think my voice is that good, as you say.”

Beomgyu ran up to you with a pout on his cherry lips before wrapping his comforting arms around you. “It is, jagi. You know I still love you either way. Whenever I go to sleep, you’re always there. It makes me so happy, and the last thought of mine before I drift off is you singing like that to our children one day.”

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͒ ु Taehyun ͒ ु

It was almost 4am in the morning when Taehyun called you. You were mindlessly scrolling on your phone when he facetimed you. It irked you that he was calling so late, but he probably just came home. He was usually sleeping in bed right now, if you remembered correctly.

You grinned from ear to ear despite calling him yesterday at 10. He had been gone for a month for the Japan tour where the group would perform their new songs. It was only a week until he came back, and you were much excited for it.

Picking up the call, you were shocked to see Taehyun in the bed hiding his face with his hands. He was sniffling and letting out little hiccups. Your eyes grew wide. Was he crying? He never cried that much in front of you! Your eyes started to water up too, seeing him this way. How much you wanted to be there with him and hug him while he let all the tears out.

“Tae, are you crying?” He shook his head furiously, still hiding his face. “Y-yes, I am. It isn’t important right now though. I just wanted to see what you were up to.” You sighed and frowned at his lie. “Taehyun, please tell me what’s wrong. I want to help.”

He sighed as well before taking his hands off of his face. His eyes were red and puffy, and there were still tears streaming down his face. You put on a small smile so you could be strong for him. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t desire to. I will sing for you, okay? Perhaps that will calm your nerves.”

He let out a tiny yes before tucking himself into the covers. You cleared your throat and sung one of your favorite songs that always calmed him down. It was one of ‘your’ songs together, one that played when you first met each other in a flower garden.

It was about a few minutes later when you heard a few snores coming from the phone. You chuckled a little at how he snuggled into the blanket. The next day, you would talk to him about it if he wanted to. Now though, he was sleeping and you wished he would have sweet dreams.

Grazing your finger against the hang up button, you blew a kiss even though he would never see it. “Sweet dreams, Tae. I love you.”

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͒ ु Kai ͒ ु

“Y/N! Come here!” Your boyfriend, Kai called from upstairs. You put the chocolate chip cookies in the oven at least 10 minutes ago and waited for them to be ready. You laughed at his voice crack. Everytime you made something in the kitchen, he would distract you with something unimportant.

You dashed up the stairs and saw him there with his sunglasses. Did he seriously call you for that? You were busy baking something! He held his guitar and smirked at your dumbfounded expression. “What? You obviously look shocked. Am I toooo hot for you??”

You rolled your eyes, taking a step towards him. “As if. Let’s not forget when you rapped to “Price Tag” while wearing those! It made me laugh so much.” He pouted and stuck his tongue at you. You held in a few giggles and sat next to him.

“I don’t think you know this, but I can play the guitar too. I started learning it when I was twelve.” His eyes slightly extended as he smugly shrugged. “But are you as good as me, Y/N?” His expression of shock turned into uncertainty in a matter of seconds. You peered into his unreadable eyes.

Kai furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head. “It’s strange, but I’ve never heard you sing. Are you able to sing and play the guitar at the same time?” You strummed the beginning to test the waters before nodding. “I don’t know. I guess you’ll just have to see!”

You initiated the song, remembering the chords. You used your whole heart and soul in your voice, hoping that he would at least enjoy the performance. It seemed like the guitar didn’t do much work because your voice was so alluring that Kai forgot about it. He was so entranced by your voice warming his heart that he didn’t even realize that you were finished.

“Um... Hyuka? Was it good?” He didn’t say anything, only having a blank stare. You blushed in fear that it wasn’t as good as you thought. Maybe your skills weren’t as polished as you thought.

All of a sudden, he teared up and rubbed his eyes. “Y/N!! Why did you hide that from me! That was so angelic. I think I fell in love with you once again!” You let out a sigh of relief and gently layed down the guitar. “Thank gosh. I thought you didn’t like it, geez.”

He threw his arms around you. Thrown off by the sudden affection, you hesitantly hugged him back and buried your face into his neck. “What do you mean I didn’t like it? That was so good.”

“Was it better than yours?” You jokingly asked. He rubbed your tummy and hummed in agreement. “Yeah, yeah. You won. That was too good anyway.”

You scrunched your nose up at his statement. “Liar.” He gasped, gently hitting your arm in playfulness. “What the- do you really want to go there? We should cuddle instead while you sing me to sleep. I’m your baby!!” “Sure, Hyuka. Whatever you say.”

A burnt odor made its way to your nose. You gazed at Kai if he smelt it too. He had the same look of puzzlement. Wait. You instantly threw yourself off of him. “The cookies! They’re burnt now!”

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Posted: 6/8/20- 3:54am

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dekuplants · 6 years ago

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blue asphalt | GIORNO

✧ pairing: giorno x florist!reader

✧ genre: angst

✧ word count: 1,183

↳ after being away for a long time, Giorno finally gets to see his partner.

The city of Naples was as lively as ever — vehicles of all varieties struggling to manoeuvre their way through the roads, while tourists and citizens alike occupied the pavements. Restaurants and other shops were extremely busy as per usual, with customers walking in and out every few seconds. The skies were a faded blue as clouds waltzed their way across the expanse, allowing the sun to filter through sporadically. A breeze would blow by, too.

...At least, that was what most of us could conclude. Much like any other bustling city in the world, there were secret organisations, constantly tucking themselves away from the metropolis, hoping the government would not get involved. Gangs and street fights were present, more often than not. It appeared that the isolated alleys between buildings hid more secrets than any of us have estimated.

However, to someone like Giorno, it meant home. He was used to it, the way he lived, even before he became Don of the mafia. He remembered how he would use the tricks up his sleeve, robbing tourists of their money as they walked off, unbeknownst to them. It was little things like that which made him who he was today.

Despite having an important role in his gang and being as occupied as ever, Giorno ensured to dedicate time to one person, who meant the entire world to him. His partner was no more than a lithe florist, working part-time at a flower shop/café in a quiet corner of the city, to everyone’s surprise. After all, who would’ve guessed that this sweet, bubbly person was the Don’s love?

As Giorno made his way through the streets, he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of them, as they’d frolic around the bouquets of flowers and hum happy tunes. He pictured them going from table to table, serving customers freshly brewed coffee with the brightest grin on their face. If Giorno hadn’t had Naples as his home, he was sure his partner would come in a close second.

His footsteps came to an abrupt stop, just before two tinted glass doors. There was a sign hanging above them that read ‘Welcome’, hinting that it was open for business. Without hesitation at all, Giorno pushed the doors and entered the shop. Almost instantaneously, the familiar scents of chamomile and lavender filled his lungs, along with a few bitter traces of coffee. It was from then and there that Giorno felt his heartstrings loosen up, for he was back where he should have been a year ago.

“Good morning! Would you like a table for-” Their voice chirped as they made their way towards Giorno, only to be cut off as they noticed his blonde locks. Their eyes widened in utter disbelief, finding themselves at an absolute loss for words. Their feet stood rooted to the floor, staying like that for several seconds (fortunately, there were only two other customers present who gave their odd looks). Soon right after, they leapt forward with their arms open, landing straight into the boy’s embrace.

They laughed contentedly into his chest. “You’re back! You’re back...I’ve missed you, where’ve you been?” They muttered, looking up to meet Giorno’s green eyes. However, he only told them to ‘take the conversation inside’, placing a hand on their back and guiding them to an empty table.

Giorno pulled out chairs for both his partner and himself, settling down into a corner of the shop. He wasn’t sure where to start either, now that he thought about it. After all, it had been an entire year without seeing them. He eventually figured he should play it safe and decided to settle for the basics. “How are you?” He began, resting his chin on his palm.

They beamed enthusiastically, adjusting their blue asphalt apron in a neater fashion before answering. “Well, the shop’s doing great. We’ve gotten a lot more people coming in during the afternoon, and the owner’s been helping me with some of the work, too,” they explained. “What about you?”

Giorno gave a half-smile, unable to ignore the subtle twinkle in their eyes. “It’s good to know you are okay. I’m doing just fine myself, too. Don’t worry about me,” he simply responded, refusing to elaborate on whatever he truly felt at that moment.

However, upon hearing so, they only frowned. “Giorno, you know that’s practically impossible. You’ve been gone for an entire year and you’ve yet to tell me why, of course I’d be worried about you.”

The boy’s heart sank to his stomach and he immediately reached out to grab their slender hands, taking them in his and planting soft kisses on both of them. “I’m sorry, amore. I’ve simply been occupied with my work, that’s all. It’s nothing, really,” Giorno assured softly, and it seemed to convince his partner enough. They let out a long and almost tired-sounding sigh, slipping their hands out.

“I hope you know how much I love you. It really isn’t the same without you around,” they mumbled softly, their eyes darting to the concrete floor. It made Giorno feel lamentable for leaving and coming back to the shop out of the blue. He wanted to apologise over and over again, and swear that he’d stay by their side forever from then on. In fact, there were many things Giorno wanted to promise that he’d do, but all thoughts eluded his mind when he noticed that his partner looked extremely pale all of a sudden.

He cupped their face with his warm palms, forcing them to look at him. He began to examine their ghostly white complexion, and he could’ve sworn he felt a sharp tug at his heart. “_____, what happened to you? Are you alright? Do you need me to heal you?” He asked, one question after another. Unfortunately, those questions were left unanswered with a simple wave of dismissal from his partner. Giorno merely brushed that off, and was insistent on using Gold Experience to at least bring some life back into their body.

Though, it seemed that before he could even place his hands on them, black shadows from his peripheral vision have begun to close in, engulfing his perspective in a matter of seconds. He tried calling for their name, but nothing was received. Giorno started blinking rapidly, hoping that whatever he was seeing was just his mind messing with him.

However, when he opened his eyes for the last time, Giorno found himself in his bedroom with cold sweat trickling down his temples. He was struggling to breathe and his duvet was spread all over the floor, evidently thrown around. The poor boy frantically scanned the room in search of his partner, but all he could find were the velvet curtains and dappled shadows cast on the carpets by dim sunlight. Giorno then turned to glance at the other side of his bed, and finally realised.

No one was there.

Tears started to well up. The numbness in his fingers began to travel up his arm. Everything around him morphed into a blurry mess.

Alas, Giorno was home.

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feed-the-birdss · 6 years ago

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Take Me Away

Thank you so much to @blitheringmcgonagall and @jilystar04 who tagged me in the Motivation Monday yesterday. It really helped me to finish this. Also, a thanks to @petals-to-fish and @flippin-fins who are another two big motivators of mine!!

Author’s Note: I’ve been on a bit of a hiatus due to a mixture of travelling, birthday festivities and health reasons. However, I’ve had this idea for a while now, and I really wanted to share it before I leave for my next big trip. I hope you all enjoy, and it’s loosely based on the song “Cowboy Take Me Away” by the Dixie Chicks.

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The flat was quiet—too quiet. There were pieces of parchment scattered all over the floor accompanied with the occasional ink blot. Opened and half-empty containers were strewn across the countertops and tabletops of the kitchen with labels like “Aconite”, “Ginger”, “Frog Brain”, “Dragon’s Blood” and “Boomslang”. On the stove was a large pewter cauldron with purple steam billowing out of it. And on the window ledge, with an empty wine glass on the floor next to her sat Lily Evans. Her knees were tucked in close to her chest, with an elbow resting on one knee, and her head in her hand.

Her dark and puffy green eyes were wearily following the movements of the grey clouds in the sky searching for even the smallest sign of sunshine. It’s been so cold and rainy lately, thanks to the dementors, that she’s forgotten what the sun looked like. Even it if it were sunny outside, she doubts she would be enjoying it. She’s either in the flat working on potions for the Order, under James’ invisibility cloak running after and spying on likely Death Eaters, or so focused on duelling a Death Eater and escaping death that her surroundings are not even noticeable to her.

Lily misses the earth. When she was little, she was always playing outside. Her mother and sister would often berate her for her constantly dirty dresses. Yet, little Lily would frolic bare-footed in the green grass and dirt without a care in the world. Now she’s lucky if she has the time to take a simple stroll through a park with shoes on.

Severus and she used to lie under the large Elm tree by her house and make the falling leaves magically race each other to the ground. Lily once begged her mother to let her and Severus camp out there for the night, but Rose Evans wouldn’t even hear of it. She never trusted that “Snape boy”, and while Lily always believed that was Petunia’s influence, her mother’s concerns ended up being spot-on in that regard.

However, camping was sounding pretty great to Lily right about now. She could finally take the chance to just touch the earth and feel it in her hands without worrying about the Death Eater throwing killing curses at her every second. She could frolic among the wild and unruly plants like she used to when she was a little girl. The corners of her lips started to quirk up at the thought.

Right at that moment, the unmistakable sound of someone apparating outside the door met Lily’s ears which was proceeded by her and James’ secret knock. Lily went up to the door and asked through it, “Who is Luke Skywalker’s father?”

“Darth Vader,” asserted James.

Lily undid the lock and opened the door to find James pointing his wand at her with a teasing smirk on his face. He never could take this security measure seriously. “Who was your best shag?” he asked confidently.

“Sirius, obviously,” Lily responded with a smirk that echoed the one that quickly vanished from his face at her response.

“Not funny Evans,” he pouted.

“Well you know what Dumbledore said last meeting, the Death Eaters have Sev—uhh—well, their own Potions Master, and we should be prepared for the possibility that they’re making Polyjuice Potion,” she sighed, turned around and headed to the kitchen to check on her potion.

James was going to continue whinging about her cruel joke, but once she brought up her ex-best friend’s current activities, he thought better of it and followed her into the kitchen. “Fine, I’ll ask a better question. When was our best shag?” He asked with the smirk back on his face as he walked up to Lily, whose head was bent over the cauldron, and put his arms around her waist.

Lily rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the smile that was creeping up on her face, “You’re such a prat,” she said as she turned around in his arms, put her arms up to his neck, and reached her face to kiss his. James greedily returned the kiss, pulling her even closer against him and lifting up her shirt a little so that his hands were touching the soft skin of her waist. Lily’s hands moved from the nape of his neck into his messy black hair as she sucked on his bottom lip.

Just as James’ hands were about travel South in order to pick her up and carry her to their bed, a gentle tapping noise interrupted them. Both of them turned their heads toward the noise to see Sirius’ owl, Owl, at the window with a slip of parchment attached to its claw. Lily detached from James, and as she walked over to the window she said, “And our best shag was that time a few months ago on Remus’ bed.”

“Too right, it was,” James smiled and sighed, “And yet, Remus couldn’t find it in him to be happy for us.”

“Well love, to be fair, I mean, you still give Sirius shit for shagging uh…whats-her-name, on your bed in sixth year.”

“Yeah, well, this was me and you, a couple Remus loves and knows dearly. Sirius fucked a stranger he hasn’t spoken to since. There’s a difference.”

Lily rolled her eyes, an occurrence that happens quite a lot whenever she’s around James, as she opened the window and untied the scroll from the Owl’s leg.

James—me and Remus are going to Hog’s Head for drinks with a few other members tonight, are you and Lily in? (Peter’s a no-show…again…bloody rat)

Lily quickly read the note and handed it over to James with a sigh. She loved everyone in the order dearly, she honestly didn’t know what she would do without them in this mess of a war, but she needed something different right now. Going to the Hog’s Head for drinks was the only fun thing order members could do together without drawing attention to themselves and blowing their cover; so they do it quite often.

“Do you want to go Lils?” asked James.

Just as Lily was about to, begrudgingly, say yes, she remembered something, and her eyes glimmered with excitement as she looked at James, “James, I’m going to go camping,” she stated.

“Okay….so…uh…wait, is that a ‘no’ to the drinks then?” baffled James with furrowed brows.

“Yes.”

“So…’yes’ to the drinks?” he puzzled again.

Lily rolled her eyes, “For someone who got seven NEWTs, you’re awfully dense sometimes. It’s a ‘no’ to the drinks, because tonight, we’re packing up and getting ready to go camping tomorrow morning.”

James’ brows were still furrowed in confusion, and his mouth kept opening and closing as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know what to say. To Lily’s relief, he finally uttered something, “Can you just repeat that please, and maybe offer me some, like, well, much-needed context?”

“Uh..right, that’s probably a good idea. So, again, no to drinks because we are going to camping tomorrow morning. Why are we going camping—well, because I need this James. I need this.” James’ look softened at the desperation in her voice, “I have been going mad lately. I feel like my whole world has just become running into battles, hiding from Death Eaters and potions. I want to experience the earth again.”

“You want to experience the earth again?” James asked with a teasing smirk.

“Fuck yes. Make fun of it all you want. I know it sounds cheesy, but I know you know what I mean James Potter. Like…don’t you miss the earth? We’re in bloody London all the damned time. I mean…you haven’t gone out with Remus and the boys for a full moon in months. You can’t not tell me you’re not going a little mad here,” Lily ranted. “I want to just walk through a forest, where there’s no building in site, only trees and grass, and leaves. I want it to just be me for miles and miles.”

“What about me?”

Lily smiled and put her arms around his waist, “I guess I want you there too. Merlin knows I don’t really want to experience this earth again without your smile there with it,” she assured pressing a light kiss to his lips.

“What about the cold?”

“The stars will be our blanket,” teased Lily

“Uh…what?”

“James, are you a wizard or not? We can handle the actual camping parts of this magically.”

“Right,” nodded James in agreement. Yet something in the stiffness of his body, and the slight furrow left in his brows told Lily he was still hesitant. Come to think of it, James has been acting kind of shady like this for the past few weeks.

“Do you not want to?”

“No, it’s not that at all. I think I need this just as much as you,” he assured, “it’s just that, I mean, well we had those special dinner plans for tomorrow night.”

“We can cook ourselves a nice dinner tomorrow night love.”

James sighed, and nodded slowly, “That’s true I guess.”

“Don’t you want to go flying love? I want to ride your broom. I haven’t done it in so long.”

James smirked, “I want you to ride my broom too Evans.”

Lily ignored the obvious innuendo in his statement, and said “Great, let’s get packing then.”

“Um, right okay, I’ll go cancel those reservations and the…uh some other stuff, and I’ll let Dumbledore and the order know we’re going to take the next few days off.”

The next night, after a day of frolicking in the grass, walking and not running, and flying in a clear blue sky without a building in sight, Lily was snuggled within the comfort of James’ arms under a blanket of stars. The sound of their laughter played in harmony with the chirping crickets and the rustling of the leaves as the wind breezed through them. She and James always manage to have fun together, but this was different. They could have fun without worrying for right now. Even after their day on his broom, she hasn’t felt this free since she found out she was a witch, and she’s never felt closer to James than she had on this day.

After bickering and laughing about whether or not the dog star was named as such because it’s twinkle was kind of shaped like a dog, Lily turned her head towards his and asked, “So are you finally ready to tell me why you’ve been acting shady the past few weeks?”

James chuckled and sighed happily, “You know what…yeah, I actually am.” He turned his head to meet her eyes, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” smiled Lily moving her head in for a kiss, but James used the arm she was lying on to lift a very confused Lily up on to her feet instead.

Once they stood face to face, stars still twinkling above them, surrounded by only trees, grass, flowers and wildlife, James’ hands lightly against Lily’s waist, did James say, “I originally wanted to do this after that dinner we were supposed to have tonight at this fancy muggle restaurant in London, where after I was going to take you to Hog’s Head with all of our friends waiting there.” Lily was starting to see where this was going, and her eyes widened. “Once we got there, Sirius was going to start playing that muggle love song you love so much by that Elvin guy on that mini guitar thing I begged him to learn how to play,” her widened eyes softened with her chuckle and started to glisten with tears, “then I was going to get down on one knee,” James got down on one knee, “pull out my grandmother’s ring,” James pulled out his grandmother’s ring, “and say this: ‘This war is the worst thing that has ever happened to the wizarding world, and yet, you still manage to keep me smiling. Do me the honor of making me smile for the rest of my life, and let me do the same for you. Lily Evans, will you marry me?’”

Just as Lily was about to respond, James snapped the box shut, got up and said with a smirk, “It’s too bad you wanted to go camping instead.”

Lily’s mouth opened in shock, “James!” she exasperated punching him in the arm.

James laughed, “I’m kidding Lils! Only kidding! This place is a way better spot for a proposal…how’d you put it again? Blanket of stars? Now that’s just pure poetry. So this is really the best possible place for you to agree to put up with my shit forever,” he teased, “so what do you say Evans?” he asked opening the ring box once again, “Will you continue to put up with my shit for all eternity?”

Lily rolled her eyes, “Sounds good to me,” she said with a smile as she jumped into his arms and proceeded to kiss him.

#jily #jily canon #jily fanfic #jily fanfiction #jily fic #james x lily #james potter #lily evans #lily potter #jily fandom #camping #surprise #dixie chicks #cowboy take me away #feeding birds

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eb-byestelle · 6 years ago

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Athena

Hello! 😃When I think about what I think it’s a wisdom, these are definitely some views and quotes that I esteem, admire and which inspire me. I see in this case also my own thoughts, more often in the form of poems. Unfortunately, in English they won’t rhyme T__T but the point is sharing a wisdom, so here the rhymes aren’t necessary. I also have some thoughts contained in my fanfick. So here we go!

Here I’ll show you some my favorite quotes by other people:

I have also some favorite theories. One of them is the Plato’s theory about how our point of view looks like. He said that we live in the metaphorical cave and we’re turned away from the light symbolizing the truth, we see only the shadows, which means just the outline of what is true. We don’t see the fire that sheds the light. We also don’t see what is beyond the cave, the absolute truth that we would be able to see if we would able to exist eg. without our body and limitations etc. etc.

From my own thought, I’d like to share this ones with you:

Because it’s worth remembering, keep in mindThat the role would not become a personality.Let nature rule us, living in equilibriumWith adversities, temporary incompatibility.And let the hardships not take over us,To settle only for what fate will bring,On an acceptance permanently the unconfortable role,To experience the convenience in the world, instead of looking straightOn the face touched, on the neck wrapped by a shawl,Hands cold, body hungry.I want to have a right to be weak.I want to get these privileges.Let not the heart become an Egyptian mastaba,In which weaknesses, frolics, own possessions will die.Let strength help, always within us guests,To achieve success without a moment of doubt.But does the key to happiness look like that too?Do I should to desire the strength in this?Here you can see the differences, real, clear evidence,That the success is given by a strength, and the happiness is given by a freedom.

The part of poem “Goal”

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When sweetness blends with bitterness, something indigestible arises,And hence, not good and dangerous,What should be banned, but no one has evidenceFor the existence of this taste that gives so many reasons,To shed a tear, while smiling with this.Do I have to feel this indigestion to become a sated human?

The part of poem “Deserter”

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(…)What role do you have? Who are you for me?Why do you exist here, so freely, with impunity?You are an adviser, support, explanation,The personalizing of my unknown sides?I don’t know if anyone can answer these questionsWithout any hesitation,But I know for sure, standing in front of your doorstep- You are not my friend, but the biggest enemy.Your name is Fear - fear to pronounce it!You are tormenting my soul, you create your crops,Weeds, ruins that can be easily resumed,Because the perfect fertilizer multiplies.(…)You probably have been forgotten in the list of sins,While you should be there as a number one.Your destructive, cruel forceHe wants to hunt my weaknesses.You catch memories, you stimulate fantasies,Which are just a stupid thing.Hovewer you create a huge creations from them,Which become a war field.(…)

The part of poem “Uninvited guest”

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(…)There is no life, if not death.There is no silence, if not a storm.We would not exist in the sun either,If not the shadow at our foot.(…)When we have something within of our mind,What worries us, so much grieves,Let better not deny it,Because it will come back to us just like the boomerang.(…)

The part of poem “Journey”

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(…)The world is created by a thought that is arranged from a lettersAnd the letters create all kinds of words,In which power lies uncontrollable,It is from them that various images are created.Thoughts, fantasies, colors created,You can see the fillings by a words.Their forms are transformed by us,Shaped so much by the fullness of inspiration.

How was something so big created,And also small and neutral,Something so global,And at the same time unique?Is there a recipe for getting to know to the endAll of this immensely huge power,Force that exists from the first sunrays,The energy of the word, so big, steadfast?The answer really arises by its own,Although it transcends the limits of human understanding,So the many people avoid it, do not grab attention,But everybody knows it because it catches them anyway.This Something that is approaching relentlessly straightAnd it’s hard for a person to believe This,

Is a world created by the words stack,Because the word is magic that cannot be measured.(…)

The part of poem “Voice”

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I hope these parts of poems were nice for you to read and gave you some new subjects to the reflections.At the end I’d like to show you some thoughts from my Vampire Fatum 😉.

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Perhaps until now you knew the regret only “by definition” … Maybe you’ve never loved before … - Arisuu Hitori

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And if I loved. How can I know that? - Kori Sofiya- It’s just knowed. - Arisuu Hitori

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When we often hear something unanimously from different sides, especially when it’s something about us, then regardless of whether it’s true, we start to believe in it. People around us are starting to give us a *social proof of righteousness. Our enemies, lovers, people close and unknown. If each of them says the same opinion about us, we begin to question what we felt before their judgment. We forget the old truth, recognizing the acquired knowledge as a new, correct truth. And this illusion becomes our reality. - Kazuki Tenshi

*Social proof to righteousness - in psychology it’s the concept which means that if many people do/think about sth and claim it’s right then I also can think it’s right because other people think like this.

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Culture and genes… Like a gods, they determine every move. - Arisuu Hitori

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We want, we desire, we love. That is our nature. This one thought overpowers us, from which we are unable to free ourselves. How does our desire arise in us? We start by looking for what we want the most. Don’t you feel how this unexplained force within you guides every move you make? Are you looking for fulfillment in this every day? - Arisuu Karina

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Unawareness … Fear is created by it, and a lie or unknown is its creator. Unawareness - we should be afraid of it! - Arisuu Karina

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- From where is so much goodness inside you? - Kori Sofiya- Because more than anyone, I know what evil is. - Arisuu Karina

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- What if I go mad while the way? - Sofiya’s friend- … Then choose someone who will go crazy with you. - Kori Sofiya

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Everyone has a Kiriniwa* within them. Residents of the nation of weakers didn’t take advantage of this. That’s why they are dead now. - Arisuu Karina

*Kiriniwa - it’s a land where lives so-called “the nation of barbarians”, the vampire line which is very agressive and dark.

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Passivity is also a form of evil. Only a bit different … Please remember this for the future. - Kori Sofiya

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- What was the best day in your life? - Arisuu Karina- The day of my birth. - Kori Sofiya

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Ok, done! 😉 I hope my answer is satisfied for you and it has inspired you even a little bit to reflections.Thank you for your message!

#E.B. - by Estelle #piece of wisdom #philosophy #friedrich nietzsche #plato #aristotle #quotes #philosophical quotes #reflections #quotes from my poetry #and from my VF ^^#game #answer

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petri808 · 7 years ago

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Phoenix Skies Reborn

Written for a class this semester. This takes place several years after my original story Phoenix Skies (a NaLu story). Now Natsu and Lucy's daughter is all grown up. Nashi Dragneel and her best friend Arashi are about to learn discover the hidden truth between them...

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“Whoa is that your dad!” the young boy whispers to his friend. “He totally looks like he’s on fire!”

“Isn’t my daddy just the coolest!” The little girl responds with a giggle, “I wanna be just like him when I grow up!” A few moments later, they see a woman walking towards her father, “Lookie, it’s my mommy!”

The two friends, 7-year-old Arashi and 6-year-old Nashi peek out from the bush they had been hiding under, watching her parents on the hill crest. To the children, the whole scene was like some magical fairytale come to life of the dragon and his princess, for atop that hill, stood Nashi’s father in full Salamander glory. Unlike her half status, he was a full-blooded fire class Draco with much larger, reptilian wings measuring about ten feet from tip to tip, and two curled, beige horns sprouting from his head. Humanoid in many aspect’s but instead of bare skin, his back, chest, and extremities were all covered in scales.

Even Arashi was spellbound, for compared to his sinewy father, this man’s very presence could cause one to shudder. The Draco towered over his mate, Nashi’s mother, by over a foot, with such a muscular physique the small boy couldn’t help but think of him as some God like figure. Truth be told, her father was the strongest of his kind but had the most jester-ish of qualities, often joking around and yet sweet in nature, the man genuinely had a heart of gold. And as he held his wife against a sunset to end all sunsets, the children could only watch in breathtaking wonderment.

“Yeah… your dad really is the coolest…”

The young man had been searching everywhere for the Salamander, but she wasn’t at her cottage or her friend Chieko’s home, the usual hang outs she’d often frequent or even the local watering hole where she would often frolic on a summery day such as this one. And it was a gorgeous one, by far the best day they’d had this August with cloudless powder blue skies that stretched for miles and miles unimpeded. Breezes, abundant in nature to cool you down from the sun’s blinding ray’s, forceful enough to stir the air and lift your tresses, but not whip them around like in a gale.

Fall was just around the corner and the trees were starting to make their debuts with the lightest hints of color change. Arashi sighed, it was another beautiful time and season that made one appreciate their world and understand the cycles of Samsara. How nature was the ultimate goddess who gave birth, lived, changed, and then died only to be reborn anew year after year after year in an endless cycle. Reflections of the heart.

Alas, he was losing focus, the Salamander, where was Nashi? If only he’d had the Draco’s sense of smell, chuckling in his head, that girl could sniff him out anywhere in town, but he needed to rely on good old-fashioned detective work. The wisteria grotto? Nope. Crocus river? Not there either. Maybe she actually went to see her parents for once without prompting, so he heads over and finds the girl’s mother at home.

“Hi!” Hugging the young Sprite, “what bring you here?”

“Aunt Lucy, do you know where Nashi might be?”

But the female Fae only shakes her head, “I’m sorry Arashi…”

“Please call me Storm, aunty, I like my nickname better.”

“You do realize Arashi means storm, right?”

He crosses his arms, “I know, but Storm sounds tougher.”

Lucy chuckles, “you are so much like your father. I swear, do all Snow Sprites have such a severe demeanor?”

“Uncle Lyon is the only other one I’ve met and,” taping his chin, “come to think of it he and dad are a lot alike. Any ways, I guess I’ll just keep looking, she’s gotta be around here somewhere.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be more helpful,” she chuckles, “but you should know by now they are like their element, always burning for action! Excuse the pun.” With a sigh, “even though Nashi is only half Salamander, that girl has taken after her father side.”

“Aye, she does idolize him,” the young man smiles in a teasing manner, “but at least she has your looks and your smarts going for her.”

“Oof!” Lucy slaps his arm lightly in jest. “Trying to work your charms on me too young man, you really are just like your father!”

“I’m just pointing out the obvious.”

“Well good luck dear,” she shoos him on his way, “when you find that wayward daughter of mine, tell her to check in sometimes cause we worry about her.”

“I will, thank you Aunty.”

By late afternoon, Arashi was ready to give up and go home. He had hoped to set out early in the morning on a new commission but unless he could find his partner and confirm it with her, well, the Snow Sprite just wasn’t up for going it alone. Why would he when it was always more fun when they were together for an adventure.

But where could Nashi be hiding? She had promised never to run off on her own again after the last tongue-lashing he’d given her. Sometimes that girl was too adventurous and reckless for her own good and even her father who’d seen his fair share of mischievous younger years would get on her case about it. No, Arashi stilled the growing anxiety rising in his mind, Nashi’s never gone back on a promise before, for that he was certain of in his heart. So, there was only one last option he could think of, it was a stretch since it was a place that she would only visit with her mother during certain celestial events or solstices, but since the young Draco tended to go for the familiar, it was worth a shot.

It was one of the best locales for sky gazing around their village, a hilly meadow with no trees to block the open view above, rolling fields of envious green and swaying wildflowers dancing to an unsung tune only the gods could hear. But if you closed your eyes… and slowed your pace…. those melodies just might reward your passage into another realm, transport your consciousness to where the pixies prance and flutter about or the stars may wink and grant your wishes. Asteri Hills was their nickname for this magical milieu, Nashi’s sanctum to commune with the spirits, and one she’d shared with her best friend some 13 years ago.

And as he crested the final hurdle, there she was atop the highest vestige this place had to offer. Her back towards him, head tilted towards the heavens and eyes no doubt closed. With leathery crimson wings tucked neatly against her lithe frame while her long, snake-like tail twitched of its own volition near her feet. Nashi’s salmon-colored hair shifted in the winds that wafted past, funneling her smoky scent down the hill into his company. He couldn’t help but let a smile creep along his face or a blush run along his cheeks for she truly was like an idol amongst the divinity of this realm, like her father. Bathed in hints of royal purples, fiery crimson blending into tangerine orange, and melting honey she was… Exquisite… The kaleidoscope of colors unifying into an overwhelming aura to encircle her, so powerful and virile, it sends a golden arrow to pierce the chosen.

Arashi shields from the burning fronting his vision, it was if she was on fire, just like the mythological Phoenix rising from the ashes, but it didn’t sting his eyes, this image was blazing a different path through his soul, awakening an arcane desire as old as time itself that had lain dormant but now ready to soar into the azures. N-Nashi… His mind flashes back to that long-ago scene, except this time...

Without warning, an attack launches itself within his body. His blood rushes through his veins, deafening against his ear drums. Arashi clutches to his chest and drops to his knees, what the hell is happening to me! It felt like his thumping heartbeat could break through his diaphragm, lungs screamed from a loss of air he was still taking in and yet, why couldn’t he fill them? Heat swells inside his frame, convening and churning like a caged creature ready to pounce at its vessel. Arashi looks up to the sky as the swirling sensation begins to move, radiating outward, filling every pore, every cell, with a strange buoyancy feeling the man of ice and snow had never experienced before.

Soon, his mind is spinning out of control and the vision of Nashi blurs…

“Storm?” a hand takes hold, fingers curling beneath his chin to lift his face. “Storm are you okay?” He blinks and sees his best friend kneeling, smiling like she normally looks in front of him. Did he imagine the whole thing? The Snow Sprite looks past her and sees the raging skyline still evident in all its glory while slowly the blood-orange sun disappeared below a distant horizon. Nashi laughs, “Storm, what has gotten into you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“N-Nashi?” raising a hand towards her cheek if only to make sure he wasn’t still in some dream.

“Wow, you’re burning up,” her gentle caress upon his brow causes hers to furrow, “that’s totally not normal for you, are you not feeling well?”

“Yes…” shaking his head, his hands dropping to their sides, “I mean no, I think I’m fine.”

“Then what happened?”

“I’m not sure,” burning images of his best friend flashing through his mind once more, “I saw you… a—and…” a renewed passion of all those febrile emotions rush back but this time they center in a new location, winding into a tight coil in his gut, before dashing below the waist. Arashi’s eyes flare with intensity as the realization hits him. Oh, crap that’s what it all meant!

A huskier tone snaps his mind into the present. “Arashi…” and as his Aegean hues fall under her scrutiny, growing wider if at all possible when he notices the matched lust of the Salamander dancing behind her icy blue gaze. “…your scent has changed.”

Oh crap, she can smell the arousal! All the pent-up emotions he had long buried and tucked away to be forever unrequited threaten to take control. He falls onto his ass and tries to scoot away. “Nashi, I-I didn’t mean to…. I mean I couldn’t help it that I…. y-you’re my friend and it’s wrong of me to think of you in that way!”

“Stop being an idiot Storm,” her tail grabs hold of his foot to stop his back-peddling, “how do you know I haven’t felt the same way about you?” Crawling over and forcing him into a supine position until she is practically nose-to-nose with the man, “hmm?”

“We’re elemental opposites.”

She lets the weight of her body settle onto his, propping herself with a grin, “And yet best friends,” bopping his nose, “you keep me cool in the summer and I keep you warm in the winter, pretty sweet deal don’t cha think?”

“Oh, geez…. is that all I’m good to you for?”

Nashi’s eyes half-lidden, “As much as I should smack you for that comment,” and her face lowers ever closer… “how bout I just show,you instead.” The Snow Sprite is given no chance for a rebuttal when between blinks her lips have claimed his in such a covetous manner as to shock every cell in his body. She giggles at this startled expression, her tail flicking in amusement, “do you believe me now?”

“Hmm, I don’t know…” his face turns to the side, though his eyes monitor her reactions through their periphery, “you could’a just done that to tease me.”

“Oof!” slapping his chest and rolling off into a sitting position, “I don’t go around just kissing guys!” The pouty, child-like expression sends Arashi into a minor hysteric. “I’ve never even kissed anyone before…”

While still chuckling quietly, he sits up and pulls Nashi back onto his stretched-out legs until she’s straddling him. “You know I’m just teasing you,” smoothing his thumb against her cheek, “and I’m glad these lips,” grazing them with his own, “were saved for me.”

Left in the wake of a setting sun, nary another spoken word, did the world spin for the second time that day as a torrid desire swirled and enveloped the budding couple into its bosom. Arashi seizes upon Nashi’s lips, so flushed with heat and engorged with life-giving essence, worrying the supple pink flesh until her simpering becomes music to his ears. She fists at his knit top through each deepened entreaty. His hands caress her lower back before travelling and fingers tangle into her salmon-colored locks, coveting them like they were made of the finest silk.

Her mewls to his groans adding to loves melody as their tongues frolic amongst a moist and temperate climate. A few clicking of teeth or grazes of her canines on such sensitive flesh, but eventually a seasoned rhythm finds them locked in a rumba all their own. Nashi’s hands drift upwards, cradling his crown, slightly tugging on his hair each time his hands have wandered to a southern locale. Not that she minded it so much. The feeling of his fingers ghosting against any bare skin sent delectable little shivers along her spine to fuel her vocal pleas.

Neither realized just how much they had longed for the other’s touch, but as they gave into those desires, it felt as normal as the changing seasons, transitioning their relationship from platonic to amorous. A deep rumble of contentment shattering the cozy still of the early evening darkness. Instincts soon take over as Nashi’s tail and wings encircle the couple in a protective shield. But they are oblivious, so wrapped up in the moment to bat an eye until a need for air makes itself painfully known.

After a couple more sweeps against her lips, Arashi leans his forehead against hers. “Last chance to walk away,” he muses.

But Nashi simply smiles, “Oh Storm,” and pats his cheek, “you’re stuck with me now.”

A few yards away at the edge of the clearing, Nashi’s parents hide amongst the brush spying on the two young adults. Lucy clasps a hand over her mouth to muffle her giggling, “they are so adorable!”

“It brings back memories doesn’t it?” Natsu pulls his mate closer, kissing her temple, “that was once us.”

Lucy sighs and leans against his shoulder suggestively, “they grow up too fast…. Maybe we should have another one…”

#fairytail next gen #nashi dragneel #arashi fullbuster #nalu #fairytail #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #mythological creatures #AU story #one shot

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mirroredism-blog · 6 years ago

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@ennobledsinner cont. ( under a read more because I also wrote a novel lmao )

Soon the final rays of the sun set beneath the mountains, casting the valley in a dark blanket of night. Somewhere off to the right of the church compound, a river flows calmly. The air smells of water and silt and the pleasant warmth of a blazing bonfire, and in its breeze is carried the voices of brothers and sisters bonded through their faith. The followers linked their hands and danced round in circles and in rows. And for as much shit as the Resistance liked to talk about Eden’s Gate, John knows there is beauty in their religion. He sees it every time the fellowship gathers for Sunday sermons, for nights of bonfire and singsong worship. And tonight, he invites his favorite deputy to join them.

They sit adjacent each other on a log that is set farther back from the bonfire and its flock in cavort. Rook’s hands are not bound as that of a prisoner. Instead, he is offered a hot plate of supper as though he is a friend that belongs. As though the man sitting beside him is not ultimately out to brand him with one of the seven sins only to later saw it from his chest in some macabre ceremony to cleanse him of all moral corruption. John smiles at Matthew, absently picking the dirt from beneath his own nails with the tip of a hunting knife.

“Maybe, deputy, we are not what you make us out to be. You can’t watch them frolic and call it religious terrorism.” He motions with the knife to the smiling and laughing people, “Look at them. So loved, so unburdened of sin. So contented to have found their peace and salvation in the hand of The Father. You see now what we are, and what we are we share with you.” John watches the believers – the very brothers and sisters of whom he has had, and continues to have, the honor of personally delivering from sin – with a genuine admiration. Dreamy, almost.

But the charm is ripped from him just as the hunting knife is; John snaps his attention to Matthew who now stands above him with the weapon’s point aimed down towards his face. There is a moment of utter idleness that follows, and then John mentally jumps to try to demoralize the man’s newfound power. A smile spreads across his bearded features and he tsks once or twice before he slowly rises to stand.

“Come now, there’s no need for this. You’re a smart man. You know better than this, Matthew.” He speaks his name as though they are simply two friends arguing over something petty. Farther up, the cultists begin to notice the unfolding situation and several are already breaking off from the bonfire to grab their light machine guns and machetes in panicked chaos. John continues, “Let’s not do anything we might regret late–”

His words are cut short when he’s violently wrenched by the shirt as of some hostage to Rook, the knife coming to rest at the pulsing skin just above his jugular. John winces against the biting kiss of the blade and his hands instinctively move up to grasp Matthew’s locked arm. He sends a stern stare to his followers – all of whom seem to falter with hesitance. Do they dare move to defend their Herald’s life while simultaneously risking it? Worried and unsure glances are shared among the witnesses.

John stumbles through rocks and grass to keep upright as Rook begins his backward retreat from the compound. There’s no chance of the deputy coming away from this unscathed, John thinks. No chance.

Lies, manipulation, fear. Three core values of what this entire mess was built upon. A cult, promising to save the lives of everyone that joined them, for a price of their freedom and will to think for themselves. He wasn’t exactly fond of the Seeds. Quite the opposite, really. Even if Rook wasn’t the most honorable man in the world, at least he didn’t go around torturing people and manipulating them into joining some power hungry guy that claims to hear God.

If you didn’t know the cult, didn’t know that the project was taking from innocent people, that they were murdering and slaughtering people just for saying no, you’d think that this was somewhere.. kind. Safe, even. You’d fall into the trap of the four Seeds trying to make you think that their cult was heaven on Earth. A safe place free from sin and demons.

That was exactly what John was trying to do. Matt sits uncomfortably, hyper aware of every movement of the Peggies around the bonfire and the knife in John’s hand. He doesn’t trust it. He doesn’t trust them. He doesn’t trust the calm atmosphere and welcoming words. The food is rejected with a somewhat polite shake of his head, too busy watching John’s hands play with the hunting knife to remotely enjoy what he had set up. A Seed and a knife wasn’t the most comforting thing he’d ever seen.

After all, he knew damn well if he said yes, John would take great pleasure in digging it straight into his chest without hesitation. Psychopaths, the lot of them. He watches John with an expression of distrust as he talks, eyebrows slightly furred as he sits too still and on edge to relax. His demeanor wasn’t something he had seen of John before. He was.. Calm, relaxed, more so than on the propaganda he’d seen around the TVs. It was.. disturbing. Like he was acting as if they were old friends and not trying to murder each other less than an hour ago. Matthew only glances at the residents he points to, a hundred words he could use to insult the Seed and his made up fantasy coming to mind.

It’s too much- it’s annoying, it’s angering. How a man can pretend nothing is wrong with the world while simultaneously destroying the lives of so, so many people. He stands swiftly, sick of the act John was trying to portray. the friendly tone only makes his blood boil more, just as the almost passive attempt to regain control made it simply worse. They weren’t friends, they weren’t even mild acquaintances. “I think we both know better than this, Johnathan-”

So, rather than calmly asking to talk somewhere else, somewhere quiet, he does the only thing he can think of that will stop the Peggies getting an upper hand. He didn’t care about consequences, just as he didn’t care about John sending his entire army after him. He wanted out of that camp, wanted somewhere he had the upper hand. So, he drags John by the collar, knife carefully pressed to his throat until they’re out of range of the camp. Once they’re hidden in the thick of the forests he violently backs the other into a tree, frustration clear on his face.

“Quit the bullshit- You took these people against their will, you manipulated them, you forced them to join your dumbass game--” He presses the knife firmly enough to press harder, but not enough to cut through the skin of John’s neck. “What the fuck did you bring me here for? You know damn well nothin’ you say to me is gonna make me join your fucking cult--”

#* ɪɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ ( deputy. )#ennobledsinner #i hope this is ok!!#i feel like this is a mess so just let me know if something doesn't make sense lmao #* ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ғᴏᴏʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ's ɢᴀᴛᴇs ( ic. )

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The ruins of Vhenae

A little dark twisting tale.

It goes by many names, in innumerable languages and dialects, all for the same safety and assurance. Without even a moment to comprehend how fathomless our understanding could be in comparison. The very idea is prone to madness and war. A nightmare that, in this case, had plagued a poor man and his wife for the last week, tonight was no different.

Desert as far as the eye could see in every direction, the ground was unyielding as they tried to step through it and no footsteps remained to track their path. Wherever they went they would return upon the next time sleep called to them. Despite the sun never taking the sky away from the moon’s grasp it felt longer with each cycle. Their bodies tired more and yet the desert stretched on. As they exerted themselves more through those sands they found their energy sapped and their days much shorter. Fear had crept into their waking moments, fear that this time when their eyes closed they’d open them to find themselves face down in the sand.

Each night as the nightmare dragged on they found their schedules beginning to desync, the haunting sands would need to be traversed alone. Waking hours spent staring at their love with no hopes of waking them in an apartment that felt more like a cage. Asleep, the surface was explored alone the darkness crept closer, pervading any meager defenses the two could muster on their own. The moon had always been a sense of comfort being the only light source, but now while in solitude it was a leering eye that tracked their every movement. Reminding them of their futility as it revealed the bare expanse in front and behind.

Off in the distance shapes began to slowly come into focus, a sign of hope amidst the despairingly flat land. For the next few days their endless trudge had a purpose, their feet just a little bit lighter, the sand parting and providing for better purchase. They found their company return, loving embraces shared brief before they started marching again.

Waking to look up at the dark night sky, like a dark blue blanket that expanded over all they could see. Trees had begun to sprout up, dark as pitch it was hard to tell if they had physical structure or if they were just a void in the horizon. Tricks, they dared not trust the land. All they could trust was the one beside them, the only thing that was real. Their purpose had begun to bear fruit, the jagged horizon shapes grew in size, indicating distance had been traveled. Bursts of energy had them running for the first time they could remember. Enthusiasm was cut short as they stayed just in range of sight, wavering in tired eyes.

It was getting harder to function when they woke. The bright lights of their small apartment, became torturous on their now dark attuned senses . Gathering up all of the important stuff to keep it close by, clinging to the small sense of home that they could. They sat there, fighting the weights on their eyelids, tugging on their forms and seeking to drag them down into that dark world’s embrace. Comfort, it was taken for granted while they had it, and now they only had trinkets to remind them, trinkets to embolden them in their search. Seeing it allowed the transition to be comfortable, to be right. It was bound to happen, whether they fought it or not.

On those following nights when their thoughts were held onto the archaic trinkets, the horizon seemed closer. The landmarks that were as finite as writing in stone, showed themselves, to aid the weary travelers. The tree shapes mocking in their chaotic designs that kept one from being easily distinguished from the next. Just remember that comfort they muttered to the other, hands clasped together and a jog was taken, it seemed like the right thing to do. Rewarded for their efforts they began to make sense of those lines on the horizon, shapes pulling back to form various temple like structures. A pure thing of beauty that further renewed that determination that led them on their journey under the watchful eye in the sky.

Forgetting the infinite despair of bland and uniform sand and trees the ruins carved their minds and thoughts with glyphs that held firm. Confident in the veracity of the solemn structures, and that the destination had to be there for a reason. What knowledge they could learn under the roofs of such an ancient city. All of it just for them, a reward for their virtue it had to be. They began to forget more and more of that bright and colorful world they had left, this was truly all they had needed. Absentmindedly the two seemed to frolic in the dunes as carved ornate archways came into view and they finally crossed into the sleeping city. It was quiet, more so than the desert had been but there was no time for fret or worry, it was finally time for those to be gone.

Shock was clear with the sudden inhalation of air that preceded a coughing fit as she woke up beside him. Fear in her eyes as that cold sweat formed, they had shifted away from each other. No matter how often she laid down and closed her eyes she could not reach that dark sky. Her dread was made ever more worrisome as her partner began thrashing about beside her. Shaking and grabbing at him, slaps sounding out amidst the apartment, but those stone like eyelids never moved. Perhaps they couldn’t move, in spite of the fit they never strained, holding firmly shut as if the concept of opening them wasn’t coded into his mind. Tears began to fall as her nerve wracked body turned and brought him in close. Shifting again, closer, his pillow was just within reach.

The light of the sun seemed to dim, calling to her like a lullaby and closing her reddened eyes. She would see him again, the thoughts drifted through her mind and she fell asleep with a smile. A familiar darkness taking hold, bleeding into her vision one strand at a time. Until the stagnant air is brought back to her nose, a sigh of relief exhaled into the city walkways. Staggering for just a moment as she got used to the paved roads, looking at her feet she noticed the ghostly voids in the dust extending out in front of her. The path he had taken, illuminated before her, the land was a gift, one for their pursuit of knowledge and understanding.

With a spring to her step she hopped along the winding streets, eyes glancing in awe at the buildings and the architecture they held. Her fingertips reaching to drag softly along the pillars and their twisted symbols that spanned every wall and obelisk. The footsteps on the road continued to lead her further along, deeper and deeper into the heart of the city. She was so close to figuring it all out, that much she was sure. Compelled forward she began the long walk into the building, her narrow and selfish eyes looking only to find the end of the trail. As if yanked from her dream she realized that she had come to a halt, alone in a large antechamber. Her wide eyed gaze took in the walls and pillars that ascended around her, scrawled with symbols that had accompanied the rest of the city. Curious, she inspected further the practiced and care that had gone into the ones outside was lost, replaced by hand done carvings that appeared more like scratchings. It reminded her of the diaries of madman, scribbles that took a form all to its own.

Her eyes followed the scripting as it trailed out along the floor, as she walked she heard the first sounds this world had provided, the grinding of stones. Realization that it must be him, they had not seen any others, her footsteps echoing out in the large chamber as she ran towards it’s apex. The scraping sound grew louder, a shrill grinding of stone on stone, the amount of sound paining her ears but she had to see what lay at the finish. Then, silence befell the air except for the sounds she created. A lone altar stood before her and behind it a large stone relief face. The features of it were nondescript, but it was clearly human. A sense of calm took hold, the noise had stopped, and the stillness of the perfect face was breathtaking.

The altar looked much like a bed, luring her feet forward, perhaps he had woke to the other world that this was the ticket home and he was just waiting for her. She climbed up onto it, the shifting of stone brought her heavy lidded eyes, and she smiled as she let it carry her away. It wasn’t long after that she awoke again, sitting up in the alcove of darkness, the face had grown much closer than she remembered. She began to panic, what if it had trapped her here, her body didn’t respond to the mind’s commands. It was heavy and overworked, all of their journey crashing down on her like a ton of bricks. Then she saw it.

Grinding stones as the face grew closer to her, a gust of air as it stopped and let the silence take hold of her fear. The next sound was sharp, piercing to the point she had to bring her hands to cover her ears in a vain attempt to block it out. The face began to grin, shifting and swelling the mouth grew in size. Strands of moisture caught underneath as flesh was revealed. The stone pulling back and away breathing could be heard, labored and wet. Hot gusts of air adding to the movement that now brought no comfort to the petrified woman. Empty pits where eyes should be still shot out a gaze pungent enough to stop her heart. The form shifted, slithering out of the widening gap to hover closer to her.

She looked up, fear etched the image into her brain. Those fleeting seconds stretched into a lifetime as she lost feeling in every muscle of her body. The image so, familiar, just like them. And then darkness claimed her.

#writing #my writing #horror #original

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greatparadisestrawberry · 11 months ago

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Your mind is ready to go but your body isn't getting the message. Get more rest.

Imagine your life as a cozy, beloved garden. It's familiar territory, where every nook is curated with love and care-a sanctuary for the soul. You've tended to this personal oasis with devotion, pruning away worries and planting seeds of joy that flourish into lush serenity. Yet beyond the ivy-covered walls lies an expanse of uncharted wilds that beckons you forth with whispers of adventure.

Today marks the day when the gates to your secret garden creak open just enough to let curiosity tiptoe in. The universe has stirred a restlessness within you-a gentle breeze urging you toward new horizons. Like a spirited swallow readying for migration, there's an itch beneath your wings calling for discovery.

**General:**

As dawn breaks over your garden wall, so does opportunity crack through the routine of everyday living. A stirring deep within suggests it's time to don your explorer's hat and venture on paths not yet trodden by your well-worn boots-be it literal journeys or metaphorical ones through books or conversations that transport you elsewhere.

You stand at a crossroads between comfort and exploration; while parting from home might seem daunting, remember that even roses need space to bloom anew each season. Embrace this wanderlust as if welcoming a long-lost friend who brings tales of distant lands-an invitation to weave excitement into what was once an uninterrupted tapestry of tranquility.

**Health:**

In terms of health, think about how rain nourishes gardens after days under scorching suns-it's essential but requires balance lest flooding occurs. Your body is much like this delicate ecosystem; it thrives on movement after periods rooted in stillness.

Consider adding variety to your physical routines just as one would introduce exotic plants among local flora-perhaps yoga stretches amid morning walks or dance classes sprinkled throughout weekly gym sessions? Balance nurturing downtime with invigorating activity; let laughter be sunlight warming muscles weary from work or worry-free frolic replacing rigid regimens occasionally.

**Love:**

Love is akin to water dancing over pebbles in streams meandering through meadows-it shapes stones softly yet persistently over time without them even noticing until they're smooth and polished gems reflecting light beautifully.

If single, cast pebbles into ponds outside usual circles; allow ripples created by meeting new people manifest surprising connections like flowers blooming unexpectedly in crevices thought barren.

For those intertwined roots already entangled romantically speaking consider venturing together into fresh experiences-as traveling companions discovering hidden groves within each other's hearts enriches relationships' soil deeply more than any fertilizer could hope achieve alone

Work:

Professionally speaking visualize labor fruits ripe hanging branches low due diligence bountiful harvest awaits should decide reach little higher than comfortable stretch towards opportunities peeking foliage overhead

Chance combine business pleasure presents itself grasp firmly bouquet mixed endeavors unlocking potential synergies between tasks hand pleasures accompany travel related projects Bring colleague whose company enjoy transforms mundane task list shared itinerary explorations both market trends foreign cities alike

Your career may currently resemble tended vegetable patch producing predictable crop yearning add unexpected twist menu Consider accepting offer embark journey field expertise widen perspective same way traveler discovers cuisines previously unknown palette thus enhancing flavor daily duties significantly

In sum today invites step out confines well-tended grounds embrace vast beautiful world around Life short seasons change rapidly Don't miss chance witness wonders lie waiting yonder hedge rows Take someone join ride share joys discoveries ahead Together navigate starlit pathways dreams aspirations leading always back heart home wherever may roam

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marcusssanderson · 6 years ago

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25 Best Spiritual Books About Life, Death and Love

We had a lot of fun creating this reading list of the best spiritual books for our amazing readers at Everyday Power Blog.

It’s important to keep growing and learning. Reading or listening to audiobooks is a great way to keep expanding your awareness.

Spiritual books, in particular, will help you discover things about yourself and the world that may have silently puzzled you for years. We are very lucky to live in a time when the options are nearly endless.

Best Spiritual Books For Living Your Best Life

In case you are wondering where to begin, here is a quick synopsis of my top 25 favorite books on spirituality.

Each of them has deeply touched me and spurred me on in my journey, during which I have studied more than 400 works. Start with something that calls to you and let spirit guide you from there.

1. The Little Soul and the Sun by Neale Donald Walsch

I have bought dozens of copies of this spiritual book, and I hand them out to anyone struggling with forgiveness issues. It is written for children, but it is so powerful that I can’t even talk about it without tearing up.

The premise is that all souls are good, but we can’t experience light without darkness, and the people who end up hurting us the most in life are the souls that travel most closely with us, who have sacrificed themselves to incarnate as that darkness, according to agreements we have made with them to do so. They lower their vibrations in order to help us learn the lessons we have chosen. It will make you look at everyone differently, and honor those who have “harmed” you.

(I pretty much LOVE anything from NDW…including the entire Conversations With God series. A special shout out to The Mother of Invention, which is the life story of futurist and visionary Barbara Marx Hubbard. It’s not his typical work, but it is very inspiring. The thing that brought me the most comfort is that she says that she didn’t find her “life’s purpose” until she was 81!!!!! Wow…relax everyone.)

2. The Astonishing Power of Emotions by Esther and Jerry Hicks

Everything by Abraham Hicks is amazing, simple, and provides clarity that you can implement in your life immediately. This particular book on spirituality helps you view your emotions as a guidance system which will steer you in the right direction. It teaches you the difference between “Upstream” thoughts and “Downstream” thoughts so that you are not constantly paddling against the current. Life is meant to be easy!

(Again…you really can’t go wrong with anything Abe. Ask and It is Given is a great start)

3. The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz

This teaches 4 simple laws to live by that will insure a peaceful spirit. The basis is personal responsibility, and not letting anyone control you in a positive or negative way. It suggests that we have been “domesticated” and must rethink how we relate to one another.

Here is an interesting teaching moment that I experienced. I kept walking by this book in the store and it actually repulsed me. I couldn’t stand the cover! Because I was having such a strong reaction I decided to purchase it. I got the audiobook version, listened to it, decided it was crap, and gave it to a friend. He called a few days raving about it. He pointed out that not only was it amazing, but all of the positive changes I had made lately could be directly attributed to it. I was so against it that I couldn’t even see the beauty. I listened to it again, stunned at the insights…and have been a fan ever since.

4. The Vortex by Esther and Jerry Hicks

Everything you have ever desired is waiting for you to align with it, but you will never do so until you are vibrating at the same frequency as those things. This book teaches you how to easily get into the Vortex and stay there. The amazing thing is how simple it is, and that you are not responsible for figuring out the steps to get what you want, but rather just deciding what those things are and then acting on inspiration.

Best spiritual books for life and love

5. A Woman’s Worth by Marianne Williamson

This book is life changing for every woman who has ever struggled because she is different, special, and ahead of her time. Marianne describes us as mermaids. We can come on land and play with men on their turf, and make things magical, but they cannot survive in our domain of the sea…so we can only have them for a little while before we have to say goodbye. We need to find partners who can meet us where we can frolic.

(Just read it all. A Return To Love, Enchanted Love, The Shadow Effect…blissful)

6. Invisible Acts of Power by Caroline Myss

All of her work is beyond amazing, but this particular one spoke to me. This best selling spiritual book is about how to channel grace in everyday life, and pointing out that your “calling” may be something as simple as living in a particular neighborhood and being a good influence there. It helps you look at everyone with a more gentle, loving spirit.

7. Your Soul’s Plan by Robert Schwartz

We plan to experience certain things before we incarnate, and thusly create a life plan which may include circumstances that look painful or unpleasant to others who don’t understand that everything that happens to us in life is there for a reason, and that everyone we touch is “helped” by what we have chosen. This is really great book on spirituality if you are asking yourself why you have been put through certain hardships, the death of a loved one, disabilities, or health issues.

8. The Disappearance of the Universe by Gary Renard

This is one of the best spiritual books gives you new outlooks and perspectives which have been gleaned from 2 beings not of this Earth. It answers a lot of questions about things that you might be struggling with from a different viewpoint.

9. Stillness Speaks by Eckhart Tolle

It is so simple, but few of us can do it. We need to give ourselves enough silence to be able to hear the wisdom of our soul. In doing so we can put an end to our suffering. We must live in the present, not worry about the pressure of the past or the future. A great reminder!

(A New Earth is great, too…but don’t listen to the best selling spiritual audio book while driving. His voice is better than Ambien.)

10. The 5 Love Languages by Gary Chapman

This is one of the best spiritual books for every relationship. It helps you determine how you show love, and how you receive love. If your partner is speaking a different love language from your own they may be showing you love but you are unable to see it because you can only recognize it in certain ways, which would be your own language. It will change your future if you understand what to ask for, and what to give.

11.) Love Does: Discover a Secretly Incredible Life in an Ordinary World by Bob Goff

In this New York Bestseller, Bob Goff shows how love can create connection and make a difference in our lives. This book will inspire you to live your life as it was meant to be lived.

12.) Everybody, Always: Becoming Love in a World Full of Setbacks and Difficult People by Bob Goff

In this entertaining and inspiring book, Bob Goff reveals what it means to love without inhibition, insecurity, or restriction. The book will teach you how to love people, even the difficult ones, without distinction and without limits.

Best spiritual books

13.) Until Today! : Daily Devotions for Spiritual Growth and Peace of Mind by Iyanla Vanzant

“Until Today” is an inspiring collection of 365 daily devotionals that will shift your attitude and help you live your best life. A powerful book for anyone on the path to spiritual empowerment.

14.) Waking Up: A Guide to Spirituality Without Religion by Sam Harris

This New York Times bestseller is perfect for those who seek spirituality without religion. It will help you understand that how we pay attention to the present moment largely determines the quality of our lives.

15.) Breathing Under Water: Spirituality and the Twelve Steps by Richard Rohr O.F.M.

This book is for anyone looking for the essence of humanity. It offers encouragement for becoming interiorly alive and inspiration for making your life manageable and for dealing with the sin rampant in our society.

16.) The Miracle Morning: The 6 Habits That Will Tr

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Best Dog-Friendly Holidays In The UK—Which One Gets Your Vote?

If your holiday doesn’t feel complete without the dog, don’t worry. There’s no need to leave your four-legged friend behind when you book a break in these pet-friendly holiday destinations, all of which have dog-friendly beaches nearby (check local tourist information centre for times and areas). Unleash your dog’s sense of adventure and let them bound along the shore, chase a frisbee or paddle in the waves… these pet-friendly places are sure to get tails wagging. Don’t forget to vote for your favourite by 12th November!

At Holiday Lettings (part of TripAdvisor), we used a special algorithm to see every review on our site, identifying UK destinations with the highest percentage of reviews mentioning dog-friendly, leaving us with some of the top pet-friendly places that travellers rave about.

Booking A Dog-Friendly Place To Stay

Holiday Lettings has hundreds of pet-friendly places to choose from. Pick a rustic cottage with an enclosed garden, or maybe choose a log cabin near the woods – perfect for walkies! Whatever kind of rental you (and your dog) are looking for, we’re here to lead you to it.

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#1 Wells-next-the-Sea, Norfolk

Nestled between world-renowned Holkham beach and Blakeney Point, the pretty harbour town of Wells-next-the-Sea is perfect for a pooch-friendly getaway. Most of the beaches here have no restrictions when it comes to letting dogs roam free, so they can tear along the sand until their heart’s content! Holkham beach welcomes dogs year-round, and the pine forests and dunes are stunning. Stop for fish and chips en route before heading back to your pet-friendly holiday home. This pet-friendly holiday destination is a must for dog owners the world over!

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#2 Perranporth, Cornwall

Dogs are currently allowed on Perranporth beach all year around. During July and August, they’ll need to be on a lead between 10am and 5pm. In the summer months, why not take them for an early morning jog when it’s quiet. Or maybe enjoy a romantic stroll with your beloved (and your other half) as the sun sets? If you’re in need of a little refreshment, try the Watering Hole pub just near the beach – dogs are allowed in the bar, in the dining area and on the terrace, so it’s a great place to stop whatever the weather. And if your dog has been rolling around in the sand all day, there are even dog-friendly showers at the beach!

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#3 Camber, East Sussex

With its vast Camber Sands beach, wide shallow sea and picture-perfect picnic spots, it’s easy to see why this charming village is a popular choice for pet owners. There are plenty of places to park near the beach so take a frisbee, some doggy treats and a camera and get some fantastic pictures of your four-legged friend as they frolic on the beach. Or if you want to take in the scenery of this beautiful area, enjoy a ride on the Romney, Hythe and Dymchurch Railway, where dogs are welcome.

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#4 Woolacombe, Devon

During peak season (May – Sept) you’ll need to stick to clearly marked dog friendly zones, while the rest of the year (Oct – April), dogs can roam free. Woolacombe is a fantastic pet-friendly destination, whatever the season. As one of the South West’s most iconic seaside resorts, expect a warm welcome and a whole host of things to see and do. Aside from its three miles of wonderful golden sand, it’s part of the North Devon Coast Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. Take a walk to admire the wildlife before stopping at a cafe to enjoy a fresh crab sandwich.

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#5 Filey, Yorkshire

Situated on the North Sea Coast between Scarborough and Bridlington, this traditional seaside resort makes the perfect dog-friendly holiday spot. The long, sandy beach and the nearby facilities—such as cafes, arcades and restaurants—make it perfect for families… and their dog! The nearby Glen Gardens, with its park and wood carvings, make a great spot for a picnic en route to the beach. Filey has something for everyone, so why not make this pretty seaside town the place for your next pet-friendly break?

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#6 Keswick, Cumbria

Awarded ‘The Most Dog-Friendly Town’ by the Kennel Club three years in a row, this charming Lake District town is a haven for dogs and their owners. Take a stroll with your pooch and admire the awe-inspiring mountain range of Skiddaw. The natural beauty surrounding the town of Keswick is thought to have provided inspiration to the famous romantic poets of the age, including William Wordsworth. In the town, potter around the streets to find cosy taverns and intriguing shops to keep you content while you’re in the north lakes.

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#7 St Merryn, Cornwall

This Cornish gem with its dog-friendly beach is ideal for a holiday with your hound. As you drive into the village, you’ll see a sign saying “Seven Bays for Seven Days”. This’ll give you some idea of the stunning coastal scenery this quiet parish has in store for you. Pack some snacks and head off for a day’s walking along the Trevose Head Heritage Coast. The trail has a stunning natural beauty, tracing an intricate thread of coves, cliffs, and beaches from Porthcothan all the way round to Padstow.

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#8 Rhosneigr, North Wales

With its scenic coastal path and dog-friendly beach, the seaside village of Rhosneigr is sure to get the paw of approval from your pet. South West of Anglesey, the village is a good base from which to explore the surrounding area. The town of Holyhead is within easy reach and is well worth a visit. Back in Rhosneigr itself, the award-winning sandy beach will keep you and your dog happy for hours. Stroll around the narrow streets and you’ll find a variety of of restaurants and pubs in which to enjoy a meal and a drink to wind down in at the end of the day.

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#9 Polperro, Cornwall

Just a few miles down the coast from Fowey and Looe, there’s a dreamy little fishing village that is packed full of Cornish charm. Idyllic in appearance (largely due to the patchwork of quaint fishermen’s cottages which decorate the harbour), Polperro offers one of the most attractive coastlines in the UK. It also has some fantastic dog-friendly beaches. Head to Lansallos beach is a small sand and rock cove near to Pencarrow Head Polperro. On the East of the beach is a small waterfall called Reed Water which used to power a small mill. To visit Lansallos Beach; the walk down there past the church is a joy in itself! For far reaching views and a secluded beach, visit Lantic Bay. Your dog will thank you!

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#10 Minehead, Somerset

With a range of dog-friendly pubs, restaurants, cafes and holiday rentals, enjoying a stay with your dog in Minehead is a breeze. The long, flat sandy beach is dog-friendly and the promenade perfect for an afternoon stroll. Spend the day building sandcastles while the family dog digs in the sand, or potter around the harbour with its RNLI station and pleasure boat cruises. In the evening, let your dog take a break while you see a show at the Regal Theatre before eating out. Or simply relax and tuck into a takeaway back at your holiday rental.

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