#I haven’t cried this hard over her death since the first time I watched her die

[nobleriver]

No one warned me that reading 10’s chapter in The Day of the Doctor novel would be so heart wrenching. I got the book for the fun bath tub scene I kept hearing about. 😭 But the way 10 talks about River’s death. The way he describes HOW she died. I’m sorry but that can’t be how she dies. Why did it have to be so agonizingly painful??? And then the NOTE SHE LEAVES??? This is not okay… how did Steven managed to make the Library episodes infinitely more unbearable?

[literaryavenger]

Happy Birthday

Summary: It's your birthday and the only person who doesn't seem to be excited about it is you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death. Angst. Fluff. Language probably. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: This story was completely self-indulgent, but I hope someone out there likes it!

Masterlist

You’ve always been very reluctant to celebrate your birthday.

You haven’t had a birthday party since you were 12. The following year your mom died a couple of days before and neither you nor your family were in the mood to celebrate anything.

It wasn’t by any means unexpected, she had been sick for a few years, but it still hit you hard.

You were the youngest and were far too young when she first got sick to really understand everything going on.

You were 8 and all you really remember is watching your mom get more and more sick until eventually there was nothing more the doctors could do.

Her death hit you hard and you closed yourself off, never talking about it or even crying after the day of her funeral. To this day you’ve still never cried, in front of others or even by yourself.

You started exercising to channel all your energy, refusing to do anything more like the therapy your family suggested. 

When you were 15 you discovered SHIELD and decided you wanted to help others, so you signed up for the SHIELD Academy, working your hardest and pushing yourself to your very limit.

You ended up being not only the youngest cadet ever, but the youngest to actually graduate and then the youngest recruit at SHIELD at only 16 years old.

Natasha was very impressed when she heard about you and took a liking to you, convincing Fury to make you part of her team during her missions and teaching you everything she knows.

That’s how you ended up in the Avengers Initiative, not that you felt you didn’t deserve it since you know how hard you worked and everything you gave up to work towards this achievement. 

The team themselves were initially skeptical since you were barely 18 during the battle of New York, but they were quickly proven wrong when they saw how well you handled yourself against the Chitauri. 

You were devastated when SHIELD fell, but carried on as an Avenger, battling Ultron and then moving to the Compound with the team.

You met the actual Bucky for the first time when you were 22, during the whole Civil War thing with Baron Zemo. Like Natasha, you were on Tony’s team, fighting mostly Pietro, but the conflict eventually ended. 

It took Tony some time to get over the whole “Bucky killing his parents while brainwashed” thing, but, as he likes to say, he can’t call himself a genius without admitting that Bucky didn’t have much of a choice. 

Thanks to Tony’s help Shuri was able to find a solution to Bucky’s brainwashing faster than she would’ve alone, meaning Bucky didn’t have to go back into cryo and was pretty quickly cleared to join the team, about a year after the airport battle in Leipzig.

You were warmly accepted by everybody and, the more the team grew the more you felt at home with these people.

And now you wish you could burn down the whole compound because, somehow, Tony convinced you to have a birthday party for the first time in 13 years because, in his words, 'you only turn 25 once'.

Good news is you managed to make him limit the guest list to the team and other people close to you like Maria Hill and Fury. Bad news is you’re still gonna be the center of attention, which you hate.

You couldn’t stop Tony from making everyone dress up for the party, and you couldn’t stop the team from getting you gifts even though you insisted all you wanted was everyone together and to have fun with them since for the longest time nobody ever even knew when your birthday was. 

What you didn’t realize was that the only person more worried than you about your gifts was Bucky.

Since he joined the team the two of you have gotten close, starting with his first training with the team where he very loudly told Steve about his disbelief that someone as young and small as you could actually be an asset to the team.

You quickly put him in his place by taking him down after less than two minutes of sparring, taking full advantage of his underestimating you because he “didn’t want to hurt a pretty little thing like you.”

Admittedly he was impressed and wasn’t shy about letting you know that, while the rest of the team snickered at his initial shock when you pinned him down.

You became friends after that, not as close as you’d like but friends nonetheless.

If you were honest with yourself you’ve been harboring a little crush on the supersoldier, but he’s never shown any interest so you resigned yourself to just being his friend.

Something that you did come to treasure, though, is your and Bucky’s late night talks.

It started with you walking in on him in the kitchen on a late night where you couldn’t sleep, nothing new to you, but the two of you barely talked other than acknowledging each other.

You took a bottle of water and left.

A couple of days later you ran into him again and you stood there in silence while you made yourself a cup of tea and then left for your room.

A few days later again he was just sitting there and said nothing as you made your tea, except this time you put a cup in front of him and silently took a seat next to him at the counter.

Two nights later when you arrived at the kitchen he was already there with a cup of tea in front of him and one in front of the seat next to him.

You didn’t want to assume it was for you, but you took a chance when you noticed it was the cup you always used, a blue mug with Stitch on it that says “Let’s get weird”. Your favorite in fact.

You hesitantly sat down next to him and, without you having to ask or without even looking at you, he told you that the nights you stay up late because you can’t sleep you tend to be more quiet during the team dinners and while you hang out afterwards.

You didn’t say anything in return and just sat there, trying not to overthink how much he seemed to watch you.

But the more nights you spent like that, the more you two talked and you gathered quickly that Bucky is a very observant person, nothing more.

You loved the time you spent together after dark where you’d talk about everything and anything, but come morning it was almost as if it never happened, which you came to accept.

It weirdly made the nights you spent talking even more special, which was almost every night.

But back to the present, you’re currently getting ready with Natasha and Wanda, who know much more than you about hair and makeup and are always happy to help you out with getting ready for Stark parties. 

You put on the black cocktail dress with rhinestones all over the corset and a slit down the left side, then the three of you make your way to the party room and you take a deep breath before entering.

Everyone is already there, all dressed up in fancy clothes as they all shout “Happy Birthday”.

You laugh and say hi to everybody while they all take turns hugging you, there’s not too many people but everyone important to you is there.

Even Laura and Clint’s kids are there, which you consider a second family at this point, since Laura always did treat you like a daughter.

You hate to admit that it's a nice party.

Knowing you, everyone makes an effort to not put you too much at the center of attention and you just go around talking to your friends like every other party.

Eventually time comes for the cake and, the moment you kind of dreaded, opening the gifts.

Since it's the first birthday you allowed the team to celebrate everyone decided to go all in for your gifts, which you picked up on from the very first gift you open.

Pietro got you a first edition of “The Picture Of Dorian Gray” which is your all time favorite book, Wanda and Maria got you a leather jacket and an amazing pair of boots that you knew were expensive because you were all out shopping together when you came across them.

Steve got you a gold heart-shaped locker with a picture of the team inside it, Natasha got you a charm bracelet with a little charm to represent everyone on the team, and Sam got you a cute necklace with your birth stone on it.

When you open Fury’s gift you start laughing since it's a gun, a SIG SAUER P226 to be precise, which is very Fury.

“It was my first gun when I joined SHIELD.” He says with a smile and you smile back, knowing how much thought he put into this gift.

You open Clint’s gift next, a bow and arrow that he already taught you how to use, and Laura got you a pair of diamond earrings.

Your heart melts when you open Lila, Cooper and Nathaniel’s gifts, respectively a friendship bracelet, an Avengers action figure of yourself and a Stitch plushie.

The three of them hug you tightly as you say thank you and now you only have two gifts left, Tony’s and Bucky’s, and they’re both little boxes. 

You open Tony’s next, thinking it’s some fancy necklace or earring but you frown when you see a car key.

“Is this the key to your car?” you ask Tony, knowing full well you’re holding the key to an Audi R8 Spyder, the car Tony’s let you borrow so many times you’re now wondering if he’s gifting you his spare set of keys.

“No.” He says casually “It’s the key to your car.”

You’re even more confused and simply stare at him with your mouth gaped, not really processing the information.

“Y-you… You got me a car?!” You almost yell out of shock and everyone else starts laughing at your antics when you start basically jumping up and down and hugging Tony, squealing like a little girl.

“Well, come on, let’s go see it!” Tony says enthusiastically after you’ve calmed down, and you get up, just as enthusiastic, but are stopped by Steve’s voice.

“Wait, wait. You have one gift left.” He says, picking up the small box and giving it to you. “It’s from Bucky.”

You were so pumped up by the car, you almost forgot about it and completely miss the mischievous look Steve gives Bucky and the murderous glare Bucky gives back.

You also miss Bucky starting to protest before you open his gift, but he instantly shuts up when he sees your face falling the second you open it.

It’s a small necklace with a blue rose in it, it really looks like something you’d give a little girl more than a 25 year old woman.

You look at it for a minute, running your finger on it before you raise your head and look at Bucky.

The whole room goes silent as they all watch you worriedly, everyone noticing immediately that tears are streaming down your face.

Nobody understands what’s happening and nobody knows how to react or what to do, it’s like they’re all frozen by the sight of you being vulnerable for the first time ever. 

Meanwhile Bucky’s heart is beating so loud he’s sure everyone around him can hear it, and he feels himself starting to panic at the thought of having ruined your birthday with that stupid gift.

Everybody else got you expensive gifts and all he did was get you a small, cheap necklace that reminded him of a story you briefly talked about once on one of your late night talks about a necklace you had as a kid.

He saw it at the mall while looking for a gift for you, remembering the sweet smile you had on your face when you mentioned it and the fleeting sad look he thought he saw when you told him you lost it when you were 12.

He was really proud of himself for that gift, but the more he saw the other gifts you got the more he regretted his choice, especially after Tony gave you a fucking car.

And now you were crying, not saying anything while just looking at him.

He doesn’t know what to expect from you at the moment, nobody does, he thinks you might yell, throw his gift back at him, tell him how much you hate it and him.

But you surprise everyone by throwing your arms around Bucky’s neck, hugging him tightly while crying into his shoulder.

You honestly forgot telling Bucky about that story and certainly didn’t expect him to remember it, especially since you always got the feeling that he didn’t care about your talks as much as you.

You just assumed that come morning he deleted everything you told him to make room for more important things, and you didn’t blame him.

But he didn’t.

What you didn’t tell him about the necklace is that your mom gave it to you because blue roses were her favorite, you had that necklace since you were born but you somehow lost it the day of her funeral.

That day you lost the two most important things in your life and cried yourself to sleep, and that was the last time you allowed yourself to be weak and cry.

Until today.

Bucky hesitantly wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back hoping to get you to calm down. He looks around at the rest of the team, panicking a little and not knowing what to do.

Everyone else is as clueless as he is, never having seen you in such a state before.

Bucky starts apologizing, his heart breaking at the sight of you crying, and he feels horrible that it’s because of him.

You shake your head quickly and pull away a little to look at him, wanting to reassure him you’re not sad or angry but incredibly happy, but words refuse to come. You take a deep breath to calm yourself and finally manage to speak.

“Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.” It’s quiet, but it’s something, and it’s enough to make Bucky let out a breath of relief at knowing you don’t hate him or his gift.

He brings you back in for another tight hug, almost forgetting about everyone else in the room as you hug him back without hesitation.

You’re honestly not even embarrassed at crying, all you care about at the moment is Bucky, his arms around you while he lets you bury your face in his neck, like you’ve been wanting to do for years now.

“Happy birthday, doll.” He whispers in your ear and, for the first time in 13 years, you really feel like it is.

[jordisblogg]

am i worthy of this gift?

shuri x reader

summary: after the birth of your newborn daughter, shuri makes a promise to her, she’d always be there.

ib:

it was around 3– maybe 4am, you and your wife, shuri were laying in bed, soundly asleep, until the sound of your daughter, amani’s, cries interrupted your slumber.

ever since the bundle of joy was born, it seemed like you haven’t gotten any rest, and it looked and quite literally was taking a toll on you. as you groaned and prepared yourself to get up, shuri stopped you.

“lay back down, umfazi, i’ll get her.” she reassured you softly, giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead and throwing the duvet off of her while you laid your head back down on your silk pillow.

shuri steadily walked up to the crib, “hey, hey..” she whispered to the tiny one, picking her up and softly bouncing her in her arms, making her way to the large accent chair.

catch me i’ve fallen in love for the first time

she rocked amani close to her, letting her hear the steadiness of shuri’s heartbeat as she took slow, calm breaths, softly rubbing her back and kissing her atop her head.

soon the girl’s cries turned to hiccups, then to coos.

for you i drop the tough guy shit, on this bus i sit

the queen chuckled to herself, “made all of that fuss.” she teased, smiling down at the little princess. she studied the infants features, god she had to be the most gorgeous baby she’d ever seen, or maybe she was just biased.

“hi omncinci” she whispered, gently wiping off the tears from her daughters chubby cheeks with her thumb.

“you were waking mommy up, you know? she’s been really sleepy..”

amani only stared up at her with her big brown eyes.

the royal shook her head, “i don’t know why i’m talking to you as if you can even comprehend words.” she exhaled, watching the gummy smile spread across the princess’ face. the sight only warmed shuri’s heart more.

reminisce when you came out the womb

“what am i going to do with you omncinci?” she spoke, mainly to herself.

she was blessed with the intelligence to be able to grant the gift of the both of you, two females, to create a child with both of your combined dna. but she feels like she might waste it.

what if she isn’t a good mother? what if she doesn’t know how to help you when you need her? how to connect with the little bundle of joy once she grows and matures? will they both fight? will they even like each other?

the soft giddily screech of her daughter snapped her out of her thoughts.

she brought amani up to kiss her over her face, she couldn’t laugh just yet, but shuri could tell she was trying, it made her giggle to herself.

“are you trying to laugh? are you laughing at me encinci?” she mocked, tickling the infant in her stomach, causing her legs to squirm.

tears of joy i think filled up the room

she could remember the day that you both had announced the birth of your daughter to the nation. they called her the kingdom’s gift, and that she is. she was something, someone, you all needed.

shuri remembered the spark in your tear filled eyes as amani was brought into your arms. she hadn’t cried when she came out of your womb, she merely looked around, after just coming into the world, she was curious little thing.

you told her how perfect she was, how beautiful she looked, she had shuri’s skin complexion but had your eyes, with the longest, prettiest lashes. a mop of curls set atop her head. and she was so little, almost as if you could crush her if you held her too hard.

she truly was perfect and had to be the most gorgeous baby you both had ever laid your eyes upon, and the kingdom agreed.

you are now the reason that i fight

it had seemed like time had slowed down as shuri had first seen the baby girl. she had never cried that much since the death of her mother and her brother.

but now she was blessed with the gift of a family of her own.

“i promise you,” her voice cracked, as a single tear fell down her cheek, “i’m going to be here for you, i wont ever let you go.”

i ain’t never did nothing this right in my whole life

“i always give you a shoulder to cry on, then i’ll dry your tears, i’ll clear the skies when it rains, i’ll make sure you never feel anything but joy, i’d give you the moon and stars if you asked me, i’d move mountains for you, i’d keep away all the big bad wolves that would even dare to mess with you, i won’t ever let any harm come to you, sithandwa.”

got me thinkin’…

“i love you.”

am i worthy of this gift?

[brilliant-red-eternity]

[Psycho-Pass Providence spoilers]

I thought long and hard about sharing spoilers with you on my blog, but here they are: a buffet for Shinkane fans! I can’t guarantee that the spoilers are 100% correct since I haven’t seen the movie myself and translations can be messy, but I try my best – feel free to correct me, to add things or to call me a crackpot and liar!

I had a feeling that many of you would like to know (at least to some extent) what this movie is about and if Shinkane becomes canon. It will probably take some time for PPP to be released outside Japan and as we all know, patience is a virtue. Don’t read if you don’t want spoilers. I’m serious! There are major spoilers in this text! But if you don’t mind, here’s a summary of what I picked up from Japanese fans who have already seen the movie:

1. The first meeting with Unit One after Ko’s return goes as expected: Ginoza is angry and Sugo has to prevent him from going off on Kogami. The atmosphere between Akane and Kogami is described as awkward and tense even when working together on the new case. They travel to Dejima (?) and Saiga accompanies Akane because he’s the only one who can access the Stronskaya document.

2. When Kogami and Saiga have a drink in the apartment/hotel, Saiga urges Ko to contact Akane and to come clean with her. He obeys by calling her. Akane tells him to apologize (“I just want you to say sorry”) but he doesn’t, so she hangs up the phone. Kogami seems to be very irritated and I can’t wait to see his face. Also what is the meaning of the empty liquor bottle on Ko’s table?

3. Ginoza asks Kogami on the boat “Why did you come back? It was our duty to protect Tsunemori” to which Kogami answers something like “For someone else’s sake again.” Does it mean that he came back for Akane? I think so. Ginoza seems to smile a little when he hears this.

4. We already saw the scene where Ko shields Akane from the explosion, but I don’t know exactly what happens afterwards. They say the angle of view is a little erotic (this can also be translated as horny, obscene) LOL

5. When the Peacebreakers attack, Saiga-sensei dies. I think he gets stabbed and then falls over a railing into the depths of the building. Akane tries to save him but he lets go of her hand so that she doesn’t fall with him. Phew! This is going to be hard to watch. No wonder why the Japanese fans cried! When Akane finds his dead body, the one who comforts her is Ginoza. Ko goes after Akira to fight him in a landscape holo room (?) aka that scene with the horse.

6. Now the elevator scene. Akane cries over the death of Saiga but Kogami seems unable to comfort her. Something holds him back (his own grief maybe?) so he just pats her on the shoulder saying something like “Focus on your duty, and cry after everything is over” and Akane says “Yes”. It sounds a bit heartless and reserved, doesn’t it? Why all the drama?

7. Then there’s an interrogation at SAD or PSB headquarters and Kogami gets shot by the arrested Akira whose consciousness was hacked. Ko ends up in the hospital where Akane visits him and finally they talk to each other and come to an agreement. This is very reminiscent of PP1.

8. I was a bit surprised to hear that Akane is invited to Kei’s wedding and that Arata’s dad commits suicide in his car after giving a speech. Really? On the wedding day of his son’s best friend? Did Arata witness this? Holy sh--! At least, I read that Akane followed Arata into the parking lot and perhaps was able to comfort him.

9. Akane leads the operation to stop the Peacebreakers. Before she leaves (gets on the plane?) Kogami is worried and says “Hey, don’t do anything reckless” and she replies “I can’t promise you that, so you better come quickly please.” Is she flirting with him? I think it’s cute and quite self-confident.

10. When Akane is defeated in the fight against the white haired man who points a gun to her head, Kogami rushes to her aid. The plan was to arrest the guy but things went out of hand. Kogami shoots him and then he hugs the injured Akane – yes, that’s what it says in the comments! I can’t wait to see this! I read that Akane says something like “I made Kougami-san kill again” to which he answers “And I will be held accountable for it”. The hug seems to have been a request from director Shiotani, because (as we already know) Akane and Ko won’t see each other for a long time after that.

11. The end is a bit confusing and I’m not sure if I got it right: Kogami is arrested and Akane writes him a letter that is just as emotional as Ko’s letter in PP1. She says that he had a great influence on her life and that she can’t promise him anything. Then she goes off to kill chief Kasei during some public event (?) because Sibyl wants to introduce a new bill that would strip the Ministry of Justice of all authority (?). Akane’s crime coefficient is low because you can’t kill a cyborg. But from the public’s perspective, she’s a killer. She seems to sacrifice herself for the dream of a just society that abides by the law instead of Sibyl’s despotism. Now Sibyl has to judge her. They have to reveal and explain her low CC without looking like idiots. Good luck, Sibyl! Akane seems to have set a precedent in PPP.

12. Kogami goes free and Akane is sent to the isolation facility where she finally breaks down and cries. He promises to pick her up when she is released – and so he does in FI when he finally manages to apologize! Some fans say that even though Kogami’s crimes aren’t punished by law it’s clear from his emotions that Akane’s imprisonment is his punishment. His actions had an impact on others, especially on someone he cherishes and loves. But unlike Kogami who killed out of revenge and violated the law, Akane has committed a crime in order to uphold the law. The Japanese fans cried at the end. Kogami must look pretty miserable! Seems as if Shinkane has a habit of breaking each other’s hearts and ours too, huh? But we know they will reunite in FI, so there’s hope! And who knows what the future holds.

Well, the movie covers many issues: foreign politics, references from the bible, Bifrost, new technology and AI, lots of action and so on. It’s quite exhausting to do research in Japanese as a beginner, so I only focused on the things I wanted to know. In other words: Akane, Kogami, Ginoza and Shinkane! I can’t wait for this movie to be released in my country, although I think it will probably be another year :’(

One last thing: speculations about the nature of the relationship between Akane and Kogami are running wild on social media again but all I can say is that if only a mere 20% of the above is true, then you can’t speak of platonic. Sorry, it’s not possible! There are far too many emotions, far too much awkwardness here that you don’t go through as “just friends”. They’re not a couple, but both of them are probably aware that they could become one if they chose to.

[she-talks-to-angels-14]

Homecoming Queen: A School Spirits Story

Part 2: Letting Go

Wally Clark x Reader

Part 1

Y/N is letting go of what happened to her, or so she thought, when she sees her memorial being set up she realizes she wasn’t truly letting go of her death. One person though has continuously been there since she died and is making her death bearable.

4 Days After Hoco Dance

I sat in the gym and watched as people I had never seen before set things up for my funeral. They carried in flower arrangement after flower arrangement setting them up ornately. Then they set up an easel and had a large portrait of me, my senior yearbook picture to be exact. I looked perfect in that picture. My hair was curled and framed my face just right, the strand of pearls hung daintily around my neck and the black velveteen shirt hung off my shoulders slightly, the smile on my face was one of the brightest I had ever seen in a picture, I was so excited to finally be taking this picture. It’s a shame that the first time I ever saw it was at my own funeral. Finally the people wheeled in a metallic blue coffin, which could only be mine, they opened the coffin and arranged a few things seeming to make my body presentable. They finished off the set up with a framed Split River number 32 basketball jersey and then they left the gym.

I wasn’t aware that I was crying until I felt a tear fall from my cheek and land on my hands that were crossed on my lap. I thought I was starting to come to terms with my new life or should I say my death but seeing this setup brought back the stinging pain I thought I was working through. Truth be told I wasn’t ready to die, I had so many things I wanted to do after graduation. The tears kept coming, more rapidly at this point and by now I was full blown sobbing as I sat in the upper deck of the bleachers looking out at the funeral setup.

“Hey there you are,” Wally called as he made his way over to me to sit down. “Y/N what’s wrong?”

“That’s what’s wrong,” I choke out as I point to the gym floor. “I thought I was starting to accept this.”

“It takes time your death is still fresh,��� he says as he wipes a tear from my face. “It’s okay to not be okay.”

“I’m sorry,” I cried as I started to lean into Wally. “I feel like all you have done since I got here is deal with my pity parties.”

“It’s all going to be okay,” he wrapped his arms around me pulling me into him. “I don’t mind your pity parties, it's normal to feel like this. I felt they same way you do right now. When I died I was depressed for weeks.”

“It’s hard to think about you being depressed,” I laughed. “You give off total golden retriever energy, you’re always so happy.”

“Golden retriever energy huh?” He chuckled, pulling me in closer to him. “You’ve been hanging around Rhonda haven’t you?”

“Only a little bit here and there,” I smiled up at him. “Thank you Wally.”

“For what?”

“For always being here and comforting me when I have one of these breakdowns.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he stroked my arm tenderly. “Seeing you vulnerable when you have always been so strong pained me to see.”

“What do you mean?” I asked confused, “you’ve only ever seen the vulnerable me.”

“That’s not true,” he said, grabbing my hand with his. “I’ve been stuck here for.” Wally was cut off by Mrs. Sheridan’s voice echoing over the speakers in the gym.

“Thank you everyone for attending the celebration of life of Y/N YL/N.” Mrs. Sheridan spoke into the microphone on the podium.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Wally asks, “watching your own funeral isn’t easy.”

“No I need to see this.” I said standing, “maybe this will bring me closure, plus it’s my last chance to see my mama and brother.” I began to make my way down to the first floor of the gym. In the front row of chairs sat my mama and Lincoln both clad in black clothing, on my mothers lap sat my letterman jacket. Her fist clenched tightly to it as the tears rolled down her cheeks. Lincoln had his arm around her shoulder and he was doing his best to stay strong for her.

My heart crumbled seeing them like this, I sat on the hardwood floor in front of my Mama and laid my head over in her lap. I would give anything for her to stroke my hair once more and comfort me but she can’t. I laid my hand on top of hers and laid there for what seemed like forever. My mother stirred beneath me bringing me back to reality.

“In honor of Y/N we would like to officially retire her jersey.” Coach Marshall spoke into the microphone. “She was our fearless team captain and one heck of a ball player she was going places and this season was going to seal that deal for her.” He had so much faith in my abilities. “Please Ms. YL/N we would like to bestow her remaining jersey to you.”

My mother stood and my hand fell from her, I grasped for her once more but to no avail I could not touch her. In my grip though I was graced with my letterman even though my mother still held it firmly in her hands as she approached the stage. How was that possible? How could I have my jacket when she still had it in her hands?

“Thank you coach,” my mother said as she approached the podium. “Retiring Y/N’s jersey is a great honor and thank you for your kind words about her.”

My mom continued to give a speech about me but my focus had shifted to my brother. The strength he showed earlier had dissipated, tears are slowly rolling down his cheek. I have never seen Lincoln cry before, he has always been the tough one of the two of us. “You have always been an amazing big brother,” I cried with him. “I love you bubba,” I hugged him even though he couldn’t feel it.

The funeral ended shortly after my mothers speech and she returned to her seat. I slid my arms into my letterman and then I proceeded to sit in the now empty seat by my mom. “Thank you for being the best mama I could have ever asked for.” I said, wrapping my arms around her. “I sure am proud to be your daughter.” Looking between my mama and Lincoln I bared these last words, “take care of each other y’all are all y’all have left I love y’all.”

I stood from my seat and went to approach my casket, my body laid peacefully in my metallic blue casket. My mom had me dressed in her favorite dress of mine, a light blue lace dress with cap sleeves. She had my hair curled and made sure to put my class ring on my finger and my favorite necklace on me. Knowing what I knew now after the incident with my jacket I took my ring and necklace and put them on me. “You lived a good life sweetheart,” I said to my corpse, “but now it’s time to live your death.”

I turned and walked out of the gym, I had closed this chapter and now was ready to accept this new life, I was ready to accept my death and make the best of it.

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Wally’s POV

I couldn’t leave the gym, I didn’t want to leave Y/N alone. So I stayed in the upper level seats and watched her at her own funeral. I watched her go straight to her mama and sit on the floor with her head placed on her mama’s lap. My heart broke for her knowing this was it. She was savoring every moment with her family. Her mama got up and made her way to the podium where she accepted the jersey of Y/N’s that wasn’t framed. She gave her speech and I watched Y/N have her moment with her brother. I watched her exchange with her brother but I listened to the speech her mama gave. She said everything I had come to know about Y/N over the years she’s been roaming these halls. She was a fierce competitor, a loyal friend, stronger than she knew, and the kindest soul to have graced these halls.

Her mama finished her speech and returned to her seat. Y/N sat next to her and spoke unheard words to her. She then looked between her brother and mama and said something else before she got up and walked to her casket where she stood for a few moments and pulled a couple things out of her then she turned and headed for the gym exit. Her chiffon train of her dress flowed behind her as she made her exit. She looked like a different person as she walked out as if she was letting go of the past and ready to move on.

I gave her fifteen minutes before I went to find her. I checked the cafeteria, the field, the library, and the halls but she was nowhere to be found. None of the others had seen her, she was nowhere to be found, I had checked everywhere. Defeated, I sat down on the floor of the hall when it hit me. I had checked everywhere but one place, how could I forget about the auditorium? That’s where we had kissed. How could that slip my mind when I was looking for her? I quickly stood up and made my way to the auditorium, once there I burst through the doors and sure enough there she sat on the stage, she was gorgeous as ever sitting in her letterman and she had changed out of her dress, she was now in jeans and a basketball t-shirt.

“You alright?” I asked, sitting down beside her.

“Shockingly yes, I made my peace.” She smiled, “I said my goodbyes to my family and my former self. I'm ready to move forward.”

“I’m happy for you,” I grabbed her hand. “You deserve to be at peace with what happened”

“Thank you Wally,” she squeezed my hand. “You have been a big part of getting me through this. You've been my shoulder to lean on and I am forever grateful.”

“I’ll always be there if you ever need me.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“What were you going to say earlier about seeing me not vulnerable?” She asked softly.

“I was going to say that I had been stuck here for 30 years.” I sighed, “ I’ve seen many people walk these halls but no one has ever been like you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve watched you roam these halls for four years, I’ve seen you put others above yourself even when you were falling apart.” I looked into her eyes and confusion was all on her face, “I watched you hold yourself together when your life at home was crumbling to help someone who’s problems weren’t anywhere near as big as yours. I’ve seen just how strong you are before I ever even met you.” I couldn’t tear my eyes from hers. I could see the tears welling in them. “I’ve seen how loyal you are, I’ve seen what kind of leader you are and I saw the type of person you are well before you died.”

“I don’t even know what to say to that,” she sniffled.

“I’m sorry if I upset you.” I pulled my hand away unsure of how she was feeling. “I honestly never thought I would ever actually meet you but the type of person you were caught my attention.”

“So you’ve watched me since I started going here?”

“Not in a stalker type of way,” I said standing to my feet, I had said too much and creeped her out. “I mainly watched your games and only ever watched in the halls when we happened to be in them together.” I turned to walk out of the auditorium.

“Wait,” she said as I heard footsteps approach me. “Why are you leaving?”

“I figured I creeped you out.” My head hung low, “I thought it was best if I left.”

“You haven’t creeped me out,” she said, reaching for my hand. “Things just make sense now.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve seen countless games, and heard god knows how many conversations I’ve had in the halls.” She chuckled, “you already knew ‘Iris’ was my favorite song before I told you when we danced on homecoming night.”

“I did,” I looked down at her. “You always listened to it before games and I overheard you tell a friend it was your favorite once.” I was extremely embarrassed but I couldn’t stop the words that came next. “I liked you, I wanted to get to know you but I knew it wasn’t possible, I never thought we’d actually be where we are now.

She looked up at me through her long lashes with a sweet smile on her face. “Are you saying you had a crush on me when I was alive?”

“I still do,” the words fell from my mouth before I even processed what I was saying.

As soon as the words escaped my lips, I felt small hands on both sides of my face pulling me down a few inches until her soft lips were on mine.

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Y/N’s POV

“I still do,” Wally said and I couldn’t stop myself. Both of my hands were on either side of his face pulling him down towards me. Ever since we kissed on homecoming night I have been hoping for another opportunity to do it again. Our lips touch as if I’ve taken him by surprise; he doesn't kiss me back.

“I’m sorry that was much smoother in my head,” I say as I pull away, letting my hands fall from his face.

“Don’t be sorry,” he placed his hands on my waist and pulled me into him. “It just took me by surprise is all.”

He dipped his head down to meet my lips once again. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood slightly on my tip toes. He tightened his arms around my waist pulling me even closer to him. This kiss was much different than the first we shared. That kiss was soft and sweet, this one was full of longing and desire.

“I’ve been wanting to do that again since our first kiss,” he said breathlessly, breaking our kiss.

“So have I,” I smiled up at him. “So you wanted to get to know me huh?”

“Yes I did,” he said, grabbing my hand. “I still do.”

“Then let’s go,” I said as I led him out of the auditorium and to a plot of land that overlooks the fields. “This is where I’d come when I needed some time to myself, it was always so peaceful here.”

“It does seem very peaceful.” He said looking around the quaint area.

“I frequented this spot often when my parents were going through their divorce.” I said as I sat on the soft grass. “This was the only place I found comfort during that time, my parents were at each others throats and Lincoln and I were always caught in the middle.”

“I’m sorry you both had to go through that,” he said, tightening his grip on my hand comfortingly.

“It’s alright, that made me who I am today and I wouldn’t change a thing.” I leaned my head on his shoulder, “so what do you want to know?”

“Let’s start off easy,” he smiled. "What's your favorite color?”

“It’s turquoise, what’s yours?”

“I didn’t know the questions were getting turned around on me,” he chuckled. “It’s blue and my favorite song is ‘Don’t stop Believin’.”

“Good choice,” I giggled. “So this one is heavy, what exactly happened to you?”

“I was laid out by a tackle in the homecoming game my senior year.” He shuddered remembering his final moments. “Coach pulled me out to rest my knee, I was sitting on the bench when my mama came down to the field, she wanted to know what was going on,” he sighed and I knew where this was going. “She convinced me to tell my coach I was okay and to get back into the game, she said I could rest when I was dead and that rest doesn’t get scholarships.” The hurt in his eyes was evident and a tear began to roll down his cheek. “Coach put me back in and I was rushing for a touchdown, I was nearly in the end zone when I was taken down, I heard a crack and everything went black. I didn’t feel any pain, but I only wished I could’ve scored one more touchdown for my mama.”

My heart was in my throat, “Wally I’m so sorry,” I choked. “If your mom would’ve just let you rest, you wouldn’t have died.”

“You’re right but you know everything happens for a reason and I’ve accepted that.” He put his arm around me, “so what’s your favorite movie?”

“Titanic and yours?”

“Raiders of the lost ark, speaking of movies, we have movie nights around here from time to time. Do you think maybe you’d want to go to one with me as my date?”

“Wally Clark, are you asking me on a date?”

I said looking up at him. “Of course I would love to be your date to one of the movie nights.”

“Hell yeah.” He kissed the top of my head. “You know I’ve enjoyed this.”

“So have I Wally.”

We sat together just enjoying each other's company until night time had fallen upon the school. “Wally, do you think we’d have gotten along this well if we were alive in the same lifetime?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” He responded, “but I’ll take this lifetime any day.” He kissed my temple.

I don’t know exactly what is going on between Wally and I. I know that I am falling for this lovable football player hard and fast, but for now I’m content with where we’re at. He makes being dead much more bearable than it would have been without him.

[ohtobeleah]

Chaos // Bradley Bradshaw

Chapter Five: B-Rad

Summary: After the death of your father and some time spent with Rooster, you find it in yourself to keep pushing. But stealing an F-18 to run a course you weren’t permitted to has its consequences.

Warnings: Bradley Bradshaw x reader fluff. SMUT! Female receiving. Ex Rooster ex reader.

Word Count: 7k

Author Note: literally my favourite chapter by far. Falling a little behind schedule though so we might end up with seven chapters. Not the original six.

“Bradley—“ Rooster knew how you were feeling first hand. He lost his father at a young age—so young you could only remember the vaguest memory of Goose. He lost his mother—not so long ago either. You would always remember Carole for her kindness, her heart, her love for you as a daughter that never wavered even if you and Rooster were a million miles apart. “Come in, I wish the reunion fell under better circumstances.” Your mother Sarah welcomed the aviator she’d watched grow up into the man he was today into her home. Still in his ceremonial uniform. Only a few hours after the funeral, only an hour after the wake had ended.

A warm embrace consumed her for a moment before Rooster pulled away, looking around your childhood home that held so many memories—albeit the home itself had been extended and renovated a time or two. The memories were all there. Rooster swore if he held his breath and closed his eyes he could still hear your infectious childhood laugh.

“I couldn’t tell you where my daughter is even if I wanted to, I haven’t heard from her since we got back from the wake.” Sarah, your mother and the woman Rooster had confided in many times throughout his life, sighed as she stalled in the kitchen. Meals upon meals, flower arrangements and cards of many condolences and sympathies scattered the kitchen island. Overwhelming her. “She’s not doing well, Maverick told me what happened—“

“Admiral Beau isn’t one for timing, is he Mrs.K?” Rooster acknowledged the saddened widow as he took his dress hat off. Staring out into the backyard– Rooster saw slightest movement coming from inside the treehouse Tom had made you well over sixteen years ago. “I think I know where she is, do you mind if I—?” Rooster gestured to the treehouse outside as your mother scoffed out a small chuckle.

“Be my guest honey.” Rooster was quick to kiss your mother on the cheek, bending over to match her height before making his way outside. Birds sang in the garden as he climbed the wooden stairs. To his surprise they were still as stable as they were the day Tom and Pete had built it for you. True craftsmanship.

“Chaos, it’s me—“ Roosted cooed as he looked through the little window, sliding the clear plastic across that was meant to mimic glass to pop his head in. You didn’t answer as you sat curled up on one of the old bean bag chairs. Your Pajamas on, hair damp from the shower you had cried long and hard in after you got home. “Y/n—“

“Go home flyboy can’t you read?” Rooster could hear in your voice how much you had been crying. If anything you needed to blow your nose. “Sign says no boys allowed.” Rooster took his head out of the window, looking to where you’d hung the No boys sign up across the front door.

With a single toss over the balcony, the sign landed on the grass below as Rooster ducked his head slightly as he made his way inside. As a kid he remembered this treehouse being a castle, maybe it still was. You’d both grown up since then—there was definitely less space to play teapaties now. But if you asked? He’d be blue.

“What sign?” Rooster sat beside you. “I don’t see a sign.” chuckling softly as you picked your head up. Eyes swollen from tears cried long and hard.

“Hi—“ You cooed softly. 

“Hey Chaos.” Rooster cooed back as he gently nestled in, his back against the bean bag you sat in, your arm draping over his shoulder to keep him close as he drew unidentifiable objects into the palm of your hand.

“Really living up to the call sign aren’t I?” You shook your head softly. Rooster took in all the photos you still had hung around the treehouse from your childhood and teenage years.

“Yeah well, can’t say you don’t suit it that’s for sure.” Silence fell as Rooster continued to draw unidentifiable objects into your forearm. “Mav told me what happened—“

“Ah well, you know what they say Bradshaw—“ you paused for a moment as you stood up, kicking Roosters legs apart softly before you came to sit between them. Your back against his chest as you pulled up the blanket that had been working to keep you warm on the bean bag. “You win some, you lose some.”

“I can only imagine what you must be feeling right now.” Admiral Beau sat behind his desk after having requested you see him in his office before the funeral. “Take some time, whatever you need.”

“I appreciate that sir, but there's no time, I just wanna get this over and done with so I can focus on the mission, sir.”

“Unfortunately Lieutenant Kazansky, you will not be continuing on with this detachment effectively immediately.” Your heart sank. Still holding your position you raised a questioning brow.

“Sir–?”

“You and I both know that after you stunt with Lieutenant Seresin the only thing keeping you here was your old man.”

“Sir with all due respect i believe i–”

“Save it, Lieutenant, my decision is final.”

“I believe im one of the few who could actually achieve the mission directives sir and i know you know that–”

“That may be true Chaos, but all you've managed to do in your time here is assault another Lieutenant, fraternise with your co-worker and destroy a multi million dollar F-18!”

“Sir–”

“That is all, Lieutenant, you are dismissed.”

“Are you telling me in full confidence right now that Lieutenant Y/n Chaos Kazansky is gonna take being dropped from the program?” You let you head rest against Roosters chest. You had nothing left to give. Nothing left to fight with. “That’s not like you?”

“Rooster—I literally just buried my dad. The last thing I care about right now is flying some suicidal mission for Admirals who don’t give a damn if we make it home safe or not.”

“Since when do you let people tell you what to do?” Rooster never picked you as the type of person that would join the Navy, purely based on the fact you hated being told what to do. But—he’d never been more proud of everything you’d managed to achieve. Even if you’d just been kicked out for recklessness.

“This is the navy Rooster—they’re called orders for a reason, I don’t like them anymore then you do but that’s the way it is—I’m grounded.” You let your head fall into his chest as Rooster let his chin rest on top of your head. His arms strung around your shoulders.

“Can I be honest with you real quick?” It wasn’t that Rooster wasn’t being serious before, but as he asked you, the tone in his voice got a little heavier. More serious.

“Yeah—“ I mean hey why not right? Expecting another catastrophe you held your breath. Hope for the best, expect the worst they always said.

“And I wanna preface this by letting you know this is coming from the part of me that admires you as a pilot.” Rooster paused for a moment as he took his chin off the top of your head. His arms unwinding from around your shoulders as you turned around to face him. Sitting back on your knees between Roosters legs. “But you’re the only person I’d wanna fly this mission with, simply because you don’t think—you just do.” There was a part of you that was quick to take that as an insult, but deep down? You knew that was as good as any compliment Rooster could ever give you.

“Love when you talk dirty to me, keep going.” You couldn’t help but to smile, the way Rooster looked at you with so much love, so much admiration in his eyes. The women of his dreams.

“Only someone as reckless and as dangerous as you could fly this mission successfully—sure, maybe Hangman’s stupid enough to go balls to the wall but you? You calculate the risk and go for it anyway.” Shaking your head softly, you bit your bottom lip. Stopping it from quivering under the Immense pressure of your fragile emotions. Tears welling in your eyes.

“This is all very flattering, Rooster, really, but I can’t do anything about it now. I’ve already been dismissed from the program.”

“Your dad wouldn’t have taken no for an answer?” God Rooster hit you with that one didn’t he. “C’mon Y/n, you’re Chaos fucking Kazanksy for crying out loud. You didn’t get your call sign from taking L’s and backseats. You got it from pissing off Admirals, why stop now?” Rooster questioned, trying to egg you on. He knew you weren’t the type of person to take things lying down. This was no exception. He knew you just needed a push in the right direction.

You didn’t respond, you let Rooster's words rattle around in your head. You wanted to play tough, do all this on your own. Be an independent woman who didn’t need anyone—but after finally letting your dad go? Losing the one man who never let you down ever? You felt lost, exposed, exhausted. Giving in, you fell back into Rooster's arms, crying as you let your sobs echo throughout the treehouse you and Rooster held so many childhood memories in.

With wide eyes, Rooster instantly took you in, your arms wrapping around his midsection as he held you back. Rocking you softly side to side as he just let you cry. Not saying a word—Rooster knew you just needed to flush it out. Because even Superwoman sometimes needed Superman's soul.

“I've got you–” whispering softly, Rooster did his very best to comfort you. All he could do was hold you close. “I've got you Y/n.” There was no clock to watch the seconds, the minutes, what could have been hours pass by as Bradley Bradshaw sat there with you crying in his arms. The sound of your heartbreak tearing a part of his heart out. But there came a point where your sobs were a little less violent, your grip became a little less intense around his waist, and sure enough, you’d cried yourself to exhaustion. Passing out in the comforting embrace of the love of your life, your best friend.

Rooster knew that you couldn't stay up in the treehouse all night, the sun was beginning to set, the temperature started to slowly drop, enough to the point he could feel you shivering slightly under the warmth of the blanket. Deciding that he would do the only thing he really could do besides leaving you there. Gently, and ever so slowly, as delicately as he possibly could– Rooster slid himself out from behind you. Bending over, Rooster groaned softly as he tried not to strain his back. Picking you up bridal style– if you heard him? He’d be honest, it wasn't about how heavy you were. It was purely technique based.

He hadn’t thought this through very well. Because getting you off the floor of the treehouse was only part one, part two included getting you out the door. Rooster had to not so gracefully duck to avoid a nasty whack to the forehead. Although you and himself had grown over the years–the treehouse had remained the same. Which included a small door frame that had pen marks and permanent marker lines that marked how tall you were both getting. Dates and times spanning the years you'd both known each other.

Rooster had to pause for a moment before making his descent down the seven or eight wooden stairs that lined the side of the treehouse. Your head lulled against his chest as he cradled you in his arms. Sighing, Rooster took one step at a time.

“Oh, my heart.” Your mother cooed as she held her hand over her heart from her seat in the living room. Pete had stopped by to again let his condolences be known to the grieving widow. A friend. A beloved family member. “Pete, turn around.” Taking a sip of the tea Sarah had prepared for him, Pete Mitchell turned his head to see Bradley Bradshaw trotting down the stairs of the treehouse he had once pushed you down. “Isn't that just–pure.”

“Not something I thought I'd ever see, but sure, we can go with pure if you like.” Maverick teased as Rooster used his boot clad foot to pry open the glass sliding door. Turning sideways to crab walk you inside. Huffing a gentle sigh as he did so. His eyes meeting Mavericks. “You right here Rooster?”

“She knocked herself out, I just didn't wanna leave her up there alone.” Rooster explained as his eyes fell to your mother. “She was pretty upset.”

“I thought she would be.” Your mother nodded. “Um, you can probably just dump her in her room?” You and your mother just had that type of relationship, easy going, a little dark humor based. relaxed. “If you wanna stay the night Rooster there should be a box in the top of the cupboard with a bunch of stuff you left around the place over the years.”

“Thanks Mrs.K–” Rooster didn't really acknowledge the question, but nevertheless he appreciated the offer. “You say something to Admiral Beau?” Rooster tilted his chin upwards as he asked Maverick the pretty intense question. “Or–”

“I had a few choice words, but at the end of the day I can only do so much.” Rooster nodded. Accepting the reality of the situation unfolding around him. Heading off down towards where your old childhood bedroom was. “Bradley?” Maverick called out as Rooster turned around to face him, his arms about to pop out of their sockets if he didnt put you down sooner rather than later. “She's tough, she’ll figure everything out.”

“I know she will.” Rooster didn't hesitate to agree as you softly moaned against his chest. Shit he really had to put you down before he dropped you, his arms numbing at the sensation of being bent too long, holding pressure too long. “I know she will.”

In another life—there would have been a time where Bradley Bradshaw would have slipped in behind you with ease. His arms pulling you close to him as he got comfortable between the sheets and the fluffy covers of your bedspread. But like I said—in another life.

Rooster placed you down as gently and as carefully as he could, watching as you instantly in your sleeping state took to your new environment. Comforting, all consuming.

With a drawn out sigh—Rooster stepped away from the side of your bed. Rubbing his palm down his face as he fought every urge he had to stay. Wondering over to where the cupboard was, Rooster didn’t wanna pry into the past all that much. He knew that although the good most certainly weighed out the bad, there were definitely landmines scattered. He didn’t want to be the latest victim of his own stupidity. But nevertheless, Rooster saw the box your mother had told him about. A clear plastic box with a hand written label scotch taped to the lid. The nickname evoked a chuckle that came from the very depths of Roosters soul. Clear as day he read the nickname you knew he hated, knew he wouldn’t let anyone else call him ever. An abbreviation so atrocious it took him his entire junior year of high school begging and pleading with you to stop calling him that.

Head hadn’t heard it in years—but reading it? Seeing it written in your writing kinda made him miss it. Grade a Stockholm syndrome.

Holding the box before he dropped it carefully to the end of your bed, being cautious not to wake you—Rooster ran his fingers over the nickname written in bold:

B-Rad’s Stuff.

There was an old t-shirt he’d sworn he’d lost back in senior year—it smelt of you as he held it to his nose. Rooster wondered how many nights you’d dawned it when he wasn’t around. Pictures of moments passed were scattered throughout the box. Old birthday cards he’d written you, dried and pressed petals of what Rooster could only assume would have been from a bunch or roses he’d given you were thrown in absentmindedly.

But amongst the clothes that surely wouldn’t fit his physique now, Rooster pulled out a pair of sweatpants he’d remembered he’d left behind at your place the last time he’d ever so stupidly broken off your relationship, an old Naval Accademy shirt that was balled up in the box would have to do. A snug fit—sure, but he’d make it work.

Although Rooster couldn’t find it in himself to lay beside you, not knowing where he stood with you, he simply took a pillow from the other side of your bed, laid it down on the ground beside you—and decided that’s where he would stay.

He was there—just in case you needed him, but Rooster made sure to stay far enough away in case you woke up and decided you didn’t need him.

But let’s face it? It wasn’t a case of whether you needed Bradley Bradshaw or not. The fact of the matter was you simply—

Wanted him.

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Four in the morning was a peaceful time. The world had not yet begun but it was getting close. The stillness of your childhood bedroom was like any other. Frozen in time. You weren’t sure how you got here, nor were you sure when the tears had actually stopped—but you knew enough to know that you had a criminally dry mouth. Tossing the covers aside with a groan you threw your legs over the side of the bed. Your heel connecting with something hard.

“Ow—!” Rooster hissed as he jolted awake from the sudden heel to the back of the head he’d coped.

“Shit—!” Your eyes widened as you scurried off your bed, dodging where Rooster had been laying as he sat up to meet you. Rubbing the back of his head. “What are you doing down here?” Crouching down in front of him you frowned curiously. “Hang on? Did you, did you carry me to bed?”

“Well I wasn’t gonna leave you up there a sobbing mess was I?” Rooster chuckled as he stopped rubbing the back of his head. Yawning— he moved to rub his eyes. “What time is it?” You didn’t respond, you simply smiled a soft smirk as you reached for Rooster's hand.

“Time to come to bed.”

“What? No I can’t—“ Rooster hesitated as you dragged him to his feet. Standing before him in the darkness of your childhood bedroom. “Y/n—“

“I’m one hundred percent sure that the bed would be more comfortable than the carpet—“ Noticing the clothes Rooster had changed into. The content of the plastic box still haphazardly scattered beside him. “B-Rad.”

“Oh you just had to go there didn’t you?” There wasn’t much distance between the two of you. Barley any at all as you stood before Rooster and he stood before you. Surrounded in darkness—only the slightest bit of light peering in from your window. The patio solar lights working overtime. “You know I hate when you call me that.”

“Yeah, but you always let me anyway.” Reminding Rooster you enjoyed the closeness a little too much—allowing Rooster to duck his head slightly, his face closer to yours. Lips ever so close—almost close enough to just capture with yours. “We aren’t gonna do this again.” You smirked, teasing Rooster as your fingers played with his. “I’m still holding a grudge—“

“I told you, you’re it.” Rooster cooed as his breath fanned across your face, hot. “What’s a guy gotta do? Beg?” Rooster let his forehead rest against yours as you thought about your next move.

There were a lot of things Bradley Bradshaw was good at, commitment clearly not being something on that list. But getting you off? That was in the top five.

“That’s exactly what I’m gonna make you do.” Smirking, you pushed Rooster back so his legs hit the back of your bed frame. Guiding him down by his shoulder as you stood between his legs, his hands instinctively on your hips. “Beg—“

“Chaos, you can’t be serious?” Rooster questioned as you reached for the bottom of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head before discarding it across the room. Standing before Rooster as his eyes fell to your exposed chest. Stunned into absolute silence.

“Tell me how much you love me—“ It wasn’t that you needed a definitive answer, you just wanted to hear Rooster say it. Regardless if he truly meant it. That might seem fucked beyond belief—but you didn’t know any other way. “Beg me to be yours, Bradley.” With a gentle shove to the shoulder you had Rooster on his back. Making with hairs you shed your sweats, completely and wholeheartedly exposed.

Rooster couldn’t believe his eyes as his knee rested between your bare thighs. Watching with hooded eyes as you stood waiting for him to say something—anything.

“Never have I ever felt so stupid for leaving you.” It was an administration of guilt more than anything else. “But I’ve never stopped loving you—not for a second.”

“Keep going.” You crawled onto the bed beside where Rooster laid sprawled out. “Or else I’m putting my clothes back on.” With a gulp, Rooster nodded softly. Following your every command.

“I’m a coward.” You liked that one a lot. Sending a leg over his waist you mounted Rooster with ease. “I’m scared of just how much I love you—“ Moving closer to where Rooster's face was with every sentence he spoke, he knew exactly what he’d be doing for the next however long it took him to get you where you needed to go. “So I run thinking just maybe I’ll figure something out but I never do and I always fucking regret leaving you.”

“Start begging Lieutenant Bradshaw before I change my mind.” Sitting on his chest so close he could almost taste you, Rooster begged.

“Take me back—“

“Why should I?” You were quick to ask as you hovered just above his chest, slowly creeping forward.

“Because I’ll never leave you again.”

“I don’t believe you.” You sighed dramatically as you backed away slightly—Roosters hands coming to stop you by your ass. Pulling you back closer as you hovered his Nirvana over his chest.

“One more chance, that's it. One—“ Rooster pleaded. “I’ll give you my last name just to prove it baby.” That got you a little too good. “I’ll follow you to the moon and back, heaven or hell, I’ll be yours.” You were so close to just letting him have it. But Rooster hadn’t worked hard enough to gain your trust. “Please Y/n—“

“Prove it?” You teased. With a jolt, Rooster had you down on his face in a matter of seconds. Devouring everything you gave him. “Ohhh fuck—!” Throwing your head back so fast you swore you gave yourself whiplash. “Bradley! Jesus—oh my go—“ You couldn’t finish what you were saying, hell you couldn’t breathe as Rooster lapped away at your core, so tender yet so fierce. He needed to prove he could get you to your high, already drunk of the power you had over him.

“Feels so fucking good Rooster don’t you dare stop.” You couldn’t help but to moan as you saw Roost looked up at you for a brief moment as you looked down. “Don’t stop.”

“Now who’s begging? Rooster teased playfully—the response he got from you came in the form of a tight tug on his hair. Sending painful yet oh so pleasurable shockwaves through his body. Hissing against your core as you moved your hips in small circles. Grinding down on Rooster’s face as he sucked and lapped at all the right places.

“Yes—just like that!” It felt otherworldly. The way Rooster was giving you everything he had to offer, his tongue flicking against your sensitive bundle of nerves as his lips worked to create an almost vacuum seal like sensation. The pressure immense. The feeling sensational. “Rooster—fuck!”

He wanted to hear you cum for him, that was all that was Rooster's mind as he felt your sweet nectar dripping down his chin, down his neck. The way he didn’t mind straining himself in order to hear you cry those blissful moans into the early morning darkness. He was committed to you, to getting you to your high and making sure that when you got there he’d ride it out with you.

“Please—Rooster, im—“ You had to collect your thoughts as the feeling of a tsunami started to form. “I’m gonna cum—“ Roosters hands came up from where they had been resting gently against the small of your back to reach up for your breast. Squeezing and playing with your sensitive buds. Knowing it would give you just a little extra push. “Oh my god—oh shit shit shit shit—“ There had never been a more perfect place to sit.

“Come for me Chaos.” There was a small part of Rooster that thought you were spiralling out of control. He wondered for a brief moment if this was what you truly wanted, if this would backfire. Was it taking advantage of your poor lack of judgement if you came onto him? What if after all the endorphins had left your body would you want him to stay? “Cum for me baby—let me taste you.”

Electricity. That’s what you would describe it as as your hands cupped Roosters cupping your breast. With a wide jaw and an angelic moan, Rooster had your thighs shaking on either side of your face. Completely buried in your core, pulsing rapidly as he sucked and lapped away at you. Steadying you above him as your orgasm washed over you—hitting you just as hard as a semi trailer would.

“Ohhhhhhh fuckkk—“ You cried out into the darkness. Rooster drank you up, his chin completely saturated with your nectar. Sweet and perfect. “Rooster—“ Sighing dramatically you fell to your side. Eyes closed as your body relaxed. Rooster was quick to sit up, meeting you in the middle of your bed.

“Want me to stay?” It was the way you instantly nodded in response that had Rooster connecting his lips with yours. Tasting yourself you pulled him down on top of you. His hands instantly roaming your body. “Chaos—“

“Just go with it.” You threw caution into the wind yet again for Bradley Bradshaw. Knowing that if he was going to break your heart again it would truly be the death of you. Would you ever learn your lesson?

Falling asleep around six thirty in the morning, wrapped in each other’s arms. Rooster knew he wouldn't let you go again. This was it for him. You were it. You had a power of him. Falling asleep content that the moment he had a chance to he’d ask you to marry him.

Without a shadow of a doubt.

It felt like minutes, but as Rooster reached across to pull you close he was met with an empty bed. Questioning whatever reality he had somehow transported from, he swore blind you were just with him a second ago.

Sitting up dumbfounded—Rooster's eyes landed on the small post it note stuck to his uniform, wrapping the sheet around his waist, Rooster padded across the room to see what you had written. He couldn’t say he was shocked—but still, he was concerned slightly.

“I know what I have to do, see you back in Fightertown B-Rad.”

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Rooster hadnt heard from you all morning. His few text messages and handful of calls had gone unread, unnoticed, unanswered. He knew he should be focused a little more on the presentation going on before him. But his mind was still stuck on you, the way you tasted, the way you felt. They way Rooster knew you were one inconvenience away from completely breaking down.

“Unfortunately due to circumstances out of our current control, Lieutenant Kazansky won't be continuing on with this detachment.” Maverick addressed the class who looked just as saddened to hear you had been dismissed then what you did when Admiral Beau pulled the plug. “And it pains me to say, as of today there are new mission parameters.” Pete Mitchell had fought tooth and nail to keep the parameters in place. But Admiral Beau admitent things had to change. “Time to target is now four minutes.” Maverick wasn't enjoying this, he almost walked out the moment he was told. But he couldnt leave his pilots. He felt a personal responsibility to see this out.

“You’ll be entering the valley at reduced speed, not to exceed four hundred and twenty knots.”

“Sir, won't that be giving their planes time to intercept?” Bob interjected as he looked around at his fellow pilots. Wishing you were sitting with them. Knowing if you were there you would have been the first to call bullshit.

“Well Lieutenant, you have a fighting chance against enemy aircraft. What are the odds of surviving a head on collision with a mountain?” Admiral Beau was quick to chim in as he stepped up next to Maverick. Taking over with a stirn voice as the graphic course behind him changed. “You’ll be attacking the target at a higher altitude– level with the north wall, it will be a little harder to keep your laser on target but you will avoid the high G climb out.”

“We’ll be sitting ducks for enemy milles.” Fanboy sighed. The automated map behind where Maverick and Admiral Beau stood began to beep. The class confused as the two men turned around just as stunned.

“Who the hell is that?” Admiral Beau looked at Maverick with fire in his eyes. Maverick shrugged his shoulders, unaware of what you had planned. Watching on just as confused as he looked down at his list of attendance. Everyone was here and accounted for– except maybe……

“Chaos to range control, entering Point Alpha.” You explained as you clipped your mask on, swinging around with speed to where the check point was marked. “Confirm, green range.”

“There’s no way—“ Rooster sat a little straighter in his chair, balling his first as he egged you on silently. His girl. “No fucking way.”

“Did you know about this!?” Bon whisper shouted as he turned to face Rooster from the chair in front. “This is crazy even for her!”

“I swear to you she didn’t mention it—“ Rooster widened his eyes as he smirked wildily. “This is the first I'm hearing about this too.” He knew there was a reason you didn't tell him. That reason being he was free of all consequences if things went south. Rooster couldn't be dragged into the mess your stunt would surely cause. He’d be free to thrive in his career. “She’s insane.”

“Uh, Chaos, this is range control–uh green range is confirmed, I don't see an event scheduled for you ma'am?” The entire class moved to the edge of their seats as they watched your tracker progress on the flight projector. The little camcorder in your cockpit live streaming your face, your cockpit, your overall being.

“Yeah well, I'm going anyway.” You confirmed. Shrugging it off because you had already gotten this far–may as well finish it right? Taking a deep breath in because this may be your last flight in an F-18. This could get you dishonourably discharged. “Kazansky is a go.”

“Nice–” Phoenix whispered under her breath as she watched in utter bewilderment.

“Setting time to target, two minutes and fifteen second.” The timer that read four minutes changed instantly before the class.

“Bull, two fifteen? That's impossible.” Hangman hissed, sure he wanted you here but he knew that two fifteen was pushing it, even for you. He knew what it was like to have something to prove, but this? This was chaotic at best. “She won’t make that.”

“Shut up before I decide to make you.” Rooster came to your defence quicker than ever before. Pointing a stern finger Hangman’s way as his elbow rested on his arm chair. “What don’t you understand here? Chaos is the best of all of us, if anyone can do two fifteen it would be her.”

“I understand she was kicked from the program, Bradshaw, so this literally impossible stunt of hers will have her ass kicked out of the Navy quicker than you can say dishonourably discharged.” Rooster knew Hangman was right. This wasn't going to end well for you. Turning his attention back to you, Rooster softened as he watched you back your final decision. He couldn't help but to wonder if he’d pushed you to do this. But when Rooster had said don't take this lying down he didn't know his words translated into stealing a goddamn F-18.

“Final attack point, Chaos is inbound.” Throttling forward, you increased your speed. Inverting down as you punched it. Giving it your absolute all as you increased your speed as fast as you could physically handle. Starting strong with every intention of finishing strong.

You didn't know you were crying until you felt the tears streaming down your face. You hoped this was something your dad would have done if he were in your shoes. There was never going to be a day where you made commander, never going to be a day you ranked higher than captain at best.

At this point you were tired, sick of running as fast as you could. Always wondering if you would have gotten where you were today quicker if you were a man. Why did you get kicked out of the program for fraternisation but Rooster hadn't been? Why did you get kicked out for assaulting another lieutenant but Hangman wasn't even written up for pulling your papers. None of it sat right with you–especially the part where the moment your dad had passed Admiral Beau took it as the perfect opportunity to dismiss you. Knowing there was no one left to stop him.

With your mind running wild with enough emotional trauma and baggage to fuel your determination to complete this course– you pushed that throttle so far forward to send your G’s climbing. Coming out of the turns into the straight away. This was the home stretch.

As the timer counted down the seconds, it was as if everyone watching you fly forgot how to breathe. With forty seconds left on the clock you approached the straight. At this point Bob grew nervous, standing from his seat as did Rooster. Eyes glued to your map. Fanboy clung to the head rest of the chair in front of him.

“Popping in three, two one–” Rooster stood from his seat the second he noticed the tears in your eyes, running his hands through his hair. There was nothing he could do for you but all he wanted to do was hold you. Watching as you inverted over the lip of the course guided mountain. Flipping over shorting after as the class watched you line your target up expertly. “Target acquired– confirming tone!” You reported as the class heard the high pitched tone echo through the room.

“Bombs away–” With just eight seconds remaining, you dropped your bombs, throlling up miliseconds later for the steep climb out. Rooster watched your G’s climb as your timer ran out. Only seconds remaining as his heart raced.

Bob was the next to jump from his seat in anticipation, watching as the bombs you dropped his dead centre where they needed to be.

“Bullseye holy shit!” Fanboy cheered. Rooster hid his smile behind his first. Of course you had done it, he never doubted it for a second.

“That's my girl–” Rooster whispered to himself. “Atta girl.” Reaching a total of 10 G’s with less than a second to spare. You’d done it.

“Damn–” Hangman smirked, nodding because you'd done it. Done what none of them had been able to do. Perhaps Rooster had been right all along, they should have packed their gear knowing you were here.

Settling into your seat as you chuckled, you shook your head in utter disbelief. You’d actual fucking down it.

“Captain Michell” You radioed in. “I never got a chance to say it has been an honour to work under your guidance.” You sighed heavily. “Admiral Beau, if you’re there?” you paused for a second before removing your mask, holding it so your radio still picked up your voice. You just wanted everyone to see your smirk. Knowing that they couldn't say exactly what you were about to say.

“Eat my whole ass–”

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“You have put me in a difficult position Lieutenant.” It wasn't a position you wanted to be in, but nevertheless? You had put yourself there regardless. Standing before Admiral Beau as he stood looking out the window towards the airfield. “On the one hand, you have demonstrated that this mission can be flown, perhaps the only way it can be survived.” You took the compliment, it was probably the only good thing that was going to come out of this. “On the other hand, you did it by stealing a multimillion dollar military aircraft and flying it in such a manner that it may never be airworthy again.”

“In my defence, sir– it wasn't all that hard to steal–perhaps upgrading the security around here should be something on your to do list.” You retaliated, knowing holding back wasn't going to change any decision that wasn't already made. With a heavy sigh, Admiral Beau ran his hand down his face.

“Iceman is no longer here to protect you.”

“Its Commander Kazanksy, sir–” With gritted teeth, you stood with your shoulders squared. Watching as Admiral Beau crossed the room. His eyes trained on you. Anger prevalent.

“I have everything I need to have you court marshalled and dishonourably discharged.” He hissed, letting the silence linger for a moment as he held that threat before you. “So what do I do? risk the lives of my pilots and perhaps the success of the mission? Or–risk my career by appointing you team leader.”

“Sir–?” You questioned as you stepped forward. A hand coming to cup your shoulder, pulling you back in line with a soft shuckle.

“I think the Admiral was asking a rhetorical question, Lieutenant,” Warlock smirked as he held you back. Nodding his way you stepped back in line.

Damn, that wasn't the outcome of your actions you were expecting, if anything it was some quinesentail underdog shit.

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Opening the door, you were met with Jake Seresin standing across the hall. Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Rolling your eyes—you made a quick exit down the hall. Hangman hot on your tail.

“You’re actually delusional if you thought that stunt was gonna get you anywhere—“ Hangman hissed as he caught up with you, walking directly beside you. Letting out a scoff you smirked, looking down at the ground you walked on. Finding comfort in the stable ground.

“Admiral Beau just gave me a death sentence, do you really think I give a damn if you think I’m some nepotism baby? At fault for Sam’s death? or fucking delusional?” Stopping in your tracks, Hangman looked at you confused. “I don't wanna lose it right now, because I’m tired of being psychotic—but I'm not getting through this.” Pausing, you cleared your throat. “I don’t get to come back from this one, Lieutenant.”

“Cyclone made you team lead did he?” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“I think I’d rather be discharged.”

“You told him to eat your ass though—“

“What happened!?” Turning, you saw Rooster racing towards you. His boots heavy against the floor as he came jogging up to you. Embracing you instantly. Warm and all consuming. Wrapping your arms around his torso as you were quick to hide your face in his chest. “What happened?”

“Little miss Chaos here is team lead—“ Hangman broke the news as Rooster pulled away to look at you, cupping your cheeks. “I mean I guess when you're the only one who’s crazy enough to pull that kinda stunt he didn’t really have a choice did he?”

“He made you team lead?” Panic in his eyes, Rooster begged you to say no. He didn’t want you going on this mission, not when he had a chance to fix things. “Y/n?”

“Captain Mitchell still has to choose my foxtrot teams—and my wingman.” Your voice too softly for it to even be heard by Hangman. “But I already told him not to choose you.” Rooster felt the knife you pressed into his heart as he stepped away.

“Oh damn—“ Hangman smirked as he watched on. He wished he had some popcorn handy.

“Why would you do that?” It wasn’t what Rooster asked that broke your heart, it was the way he asked. Defeated, broken, betrayed.

“Because I don’t think you’re ready, and I need to be able to put all my trust in my wingman.” It was the furthest thing from the truth as you held back tears. You didn’t think you had any more left to cry. But as it turns out you did. “It’s nothing personal—“

“Nothing personal!!?” It made you flinch the way Rooster raised his voice. “It’s nothing but personal!”

“Hey, easy—“ Jake reached out to place a hand on Rooster's shoulder. “Maverick still has final say.”

“You really are holding a grudge huh?” Beaming nothing but resentment for you, Rooster gritted his teeth. His jaw clenched as he stepped into your personal space, towering over you. “I thought I fucking loved you—turns out I just loved the person I thought I left behind.”

“Rooster—“ Reaching out, Rooster shrugged you off as he turned on his heels, walking away. Leaving you behind.

“You don’t mean any of that do you?” Hangman’s gaze remained on Rooster's back as he stood beside you. “You just don’t want him to be in danger—“

“You know, sometimes you can be really smart, Seresin.” You sighed as Rooster disappeared from your sight. “I wouldn’t trust any other person with my life, but I don’t want to die saving mine if things were to go wrong.”

“Could’ve just explained it you know?” Frowning you turned to Hangman. Shaking your head as you walked away.

“You managed three seconds.”

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[chuuyasfavoritewife]

“Bc i love you, Tate !”

mentions suicide and cursing.

“What do you want from me, (y/n)? i’m a fucking monster! and your over here trusting me with your life basically.. you know how easily i could kill you ??” Tate screamed, tears ran down his cheeks as he continually yelled and cried. His brown eyes were bloodshot and glossy, his voice was hoarse and his head ached.

“The only thing i want from you Tate is for you to care about me like you said. I’m well aware of the shit you’ve done and how easily you could kill me but i don’t care. you haven’t killed me yet have you? no. you’ve protected me and helped me through shit you couldn’t help yourself through. you’ve seen me at my worst and helped me through my lows. i’m simply doing the same for you.” You replied, a tear falling down your cheek as you looked at Tate’s disheveled figure, his pale cheeks looking more lifeless than normal, his eyes barely open and his body shaking. “I’m not going to leave you Tate, i promise.” you whispered, making him let out a silent cry once more. Why did you trust him so much? After all he’s done and you, a Living girl that has a future ahead of her wastes her time on a ghost that’s done more bad than good ? it didn’t make any sense to him.

“Staying isn’t wise (y/n).. you have the ability to leave. use it. i’ve lost one to many ppl to let you throw your life away because i’m upset.” he urged, he wanted you to leave and have a good life.. he knew that you staying would result in your death. every person that’s ever lived in the house has died and he doesn’t want it’s next victim to be you. He loved you more than he loved alot of things, and knowing that he could possibly prevent something bad from happening made him nauseous. He had asked you time and time again why you stayed and hadn’t left, he asked you that the first day you met. and has since asked you repeatedly, to which you gave him the same response; ‘because i can and want to, tate it’s a simple as that.’ with the same smile, a soft smile that said what words wouldn’t. He frowned, and walked closer to you before connecting your lips in a feverish kiss, his large hands running down your spine to grip your ass. giving it a small but hard squeeze making you yelp in surprise, you pulled away much to his dismay. He groaned and let go of you, his arms going to rest across his chest as he looked at you, his eyes were still red and his lips were now swollen but as much as he wanted you he also wanted you to leave before u got hurt. “(y/n) please.. just go.. please before u get hurt.” he whispered silently, his brown eyes basically begging you to listen to him and leave. You simply shook your head and walked backwards, sitting on your bed as Tate watched you carefully. His breath got caught in his throat when he noticed the blade in your hand, and he felt dumb for not seeing the imprint in your hoodie pocket. “(Y/n).. what are you doing..? please put that down..” his voice broke and he let a small whimper as you looked at him, a small smile on your lips as you drew the blade closer to your wrist, right where the vein was. Tate instinctively ran over to you, and attempted to pull the blade out of your shaky hand but failed. right as he got to you the blade hit your skin and cut right through the veins. He stared in horror, his hand reached down and attempted to apply pressuring to the wound that was now gushing crimson red. His hand was wrapped around your wrist but it didn’t stop the flow of blood, and he knew that within a minute or so you’d be dead too. You had passed out from the blood loss while tate was still kneeling in front of you slumped form, your heart rate dropped drastically before it stopped completely and that’s when he decided to cry, he screamed ‘no’ over and over again as he sat down on the floor, his hands bloody and his mind racing. He knew that you weren’t gone from HIM but you were gone from the living world and was know trapped in the house for eternity just like him. Slowly you stirred and sat up right, but this time you had a more ghostly appearance which made sense saying you were dead. You arm was still covered in blood, and tate was covered in your blood too. He didn’t look up at you but you could tell he was upset or maybe he was mad. “Why..? Why (y/n)? you threw your entire life away just to get stuck in a house for eternity! why!?” Tate asked, his voice breaking and his body threatened to give out. At first, you simply stared at him but you gave him a answer after a few moments, “Because, my life wasn’t worth living. you never saw the things i dealt with outside of these walls, and i never told you about them.”

and with that, the story ends.

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i’m cackling at this the whole plot changed half way thru bc i didn’t know what else to write my bad guys 😔..

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[smilesrobotlover]

Whumptober day 19, flower bouquet

This might be psychological too but I honestly didn’t know what the prompt meant when it said that. Kind of broad you know? Anyways TCOD TIME! This is before the first arc of the story of course, a short but more wholesome one. Kinda. I love Maria (Link’s grandma)

I haven’t updated it in a while but you can read what I have so far at @thecurseofdemisecomic :) I could use the support

Warnings: mentions of family death.

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It was a hard day for Maria, as it always was every year. Every morning she would wake up and get started with her day, tending to her cows, tending to her gardens, and making sure her grandchildren got their chores finished. But this morning was different, it was the only day when Maria didn’t worry about being so strict with the chores. She still did them of course, but she was more lenient about it with her grandkids, since today was the anniversary of when she lost a son and a daughter-in-law.

The memory still haunted her. She was training Linkle on how to use her crossbow since she was so insistent on learning, wanting nothing more than to follow her grandmother in her footsteps, when she heard San curse under his breath. She remembered when she looked to see what was wrong, she saw her oldest son, Taril, laying on the ground with Link and Aryll crying. She and San did everything for him, trying to keep him alive, trying to get a doctor to their small secluded farm. But with the doctors overwhelmed due to a large scale monster attack, no one came, and Taril succumbed to his injuries. Monna, his wife, wasn’t with him, and Maria soon discovered that she died trying to buy Link and Taril time to get away. Thankfully, Link and Aryll were fine, but the children were scarred from such a traumatic event.

Maria thought that losing her husband was hard. Having him say goodbye to her and her sons and then never returning, having to raise her boys when they were still teenagers on her own despite not being the primary caretaker for them, having to retire early from the army just so she can be with her sons, it was hard. And the pain of losing her husband returned when she lost her own boy, but it was almost unbearable. She should’ve been the one to go, she should’ve been the one to have lost her life. She was growing old, she didn’t need to live the limited time she had left. Taril and Monna had young children, the youngest barely being a year old. They had so much to live for. And knowing what they could’ve had was painful to bear. No parent should ever have to bury her child, but it was something she had to do. She only wished that she could’ve buried Monna as well, so she and Taril could be together physically, even in death.

Maria didn’t have a strong relationship with her grandchildren, save for Linkle who idolized her, but she had to become the caretaker for the kids who lost their parents, and she had to break through the wall that was between her and Link.

Link had watched his father die right in front of him, he had heard his mother’s cries as she was murdered by Lizalfos, so getting through to him was a challenge for Maria. San had tried, but he was never particularly good with children. Linkle had tried, and she was much more successful than Maria and San, but she herself was still recovering from losing her parents as well. It wasn’t fair to put such a weight on her young shoulders. As time went on, Maria grew to understand Link more, and the family grew closer than ever, but she still felt herself more distant from Link than with Linkle.

Slowly over time, the wounds healed, and though they scarred, they didn’t hurt as much as they used to. A couple of days after Link and Linkle’s sixteenth birthday, the hardest day of their lives came by, and it was quiet on the farm as Maria slowly tended to the animals, ignoring the dull pain in her heart over the loss of her son and daughter-in-law. When she went to return to her house however, she saw someone by the graves that honored Taril and Monna’s life. It was Link, and he was standing there silently with a bouquet in his hands. Maria walked up to him, curious at what he was doing alone, and stared at the tombstones.

“Hi grandma,” Link said quietly, clutching the bouquet of flowers tighter.

“Hello my dear, how have you been this fine morning?”

Link looked at her and forced a smile. “I’ve been good.” Maria tilted her head and Link’s smile disappeared. “I… I suppose I’ve been better.”

Maria smiled slightly and wrapped her arm around him, giving him a side hug. Link leaned into the hug and rested his head on her shoulder.

“I miss them,” he whimpered, his voice wavering uncontrollably as he tried not to cry. Maria only closed her eyes and hugged him tighter.

“I miss them too, my dear.”

“I wonder if they’re proud of me. I—I’ve been trying to take care of Aryll and Linkle, and Epona too of course but… I wonder if they think I’ve been doing a good job.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Maria ran her hands through his strawberry-blonde hair, twirling the ends around her finger. “You’ve been doing a wonderful job. Aryll loves you so much, you’re a wonderful brother to her. And you and Linkle are best friends, I can’t ever seem to separate you two.” Maria chuckled as Link giggled slightly, and she playfully ruffled his hair. “And you treat that horse with the utmost respect and care I have ever seen. I’m sure your parents would be very proud of you.”

Link’s smile stayed as he stared at the tombstones, his head never leaving her shoulder.

“I’ve been thinking,” he started, pursing his lips, “I want to rebuild dad’s old horse farm, and raise horses just like he did.”

Maria raised her eyebrows, surprised that he told her such a thing. He normally confided in Linkle about his future and hopes and dreams. For him to share this with Maria, it was an honor to her.

“Why, I think that’s a wonderful path to take, my dear. You share your father’s love for horses, that’s for sure.”

“…yeah,” Link smiled fondly at the tombstones, but his grip on the bouquet tightened, and he bit his lip as tears started to pour out of his eyes. Maria didn’t say anything when he let out a sob, she just held him, trying not to cry herself. After a moment of Link crying silently, she nudged him forward.

“Let’s put the flowers down, shall we?”

Link nodded and he and Maria walked closer to the tombstones, setting the bouquet down next to one other, belonging to Linkle and Aryll she presumed. Maria stood up when the flowers were put down, but Link lingered, tracing his fingers along the words on the tombstone. Finally, he stood back up as well and walked over to Maria, his eyes puffy, his cheeks rosy, and his nose runny. Maria gave him a smile and cupped his cheeks, kissing him on the forehead. Link leaned into her, and Maria pulled him into a hug. The two stood there for a while holding each other, the only sound was Link’s silent cries and whimpering. Maria could feel her shoulder growing damp from his tears, but she didn’t care. She rubbed circles in Link’s back, and she even shed a few tears as well. After a long moment of crying, Maria pulled away, but still kept an arm around his shoulder.

“Let’s go back to the house alright? I can make you and your sisters a little treat. How does that sound?”

Link sniffed and smiled, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “Ok…” he muttered, and the two walked away from the graves back to the house. Yes it was a hard day for the family, a harsh reminder of what had happened. But the closer Maria felt to her grandchildren, the easier the day became. She may have lost her children, but she had her grandchildren, and she thanked the goddesses for that blessing.

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

pls share your oscars takes

… oh boy.

To be honest, most of my takes/opinions on this years awards can be boiled down to the fact that I believe the Academy gave the awards not to the best performances in each category but rather as a reward for legacy/to fit a narrative.

I’m going to get the take that’s most likely to bring me hate out there first: Best Actor. I want to just make it clear that I love Brendan Fraser and I’m so happy for him because what happened to him was awful. But I don’t think he was the best actor in that category, I don’t think The Whale was the film he should have won an award for, and I do believe he won the award not for what I’m certain was a good performance but because it fit the narrative of his comeback and the Academy knew people were wanting him to win for that reason alone.

Personally, and here is my controversial take, I do think Austin Butler should have won - and I’m not some in love fangirl of either him or Elvis, that’s just how I feel. If you watch clips of the real Elvis performing alongside Austin’s performance… it’s actually scary how accurate his movements/mannerisms are, down to the second. Yeah yeah, the voice and the fact he’s still doing it is funny, but I truly do think he was the standout of the film and the main reason it worked - honestly I’m a huge Baz Luhrmann fan but this film hinged on whoever was playing Elvis Presley, and if the actor playing Elvis was wrong then the film would have never worked.

The other acting Oscar I have a take on is the supporting actress one… listen, I adore Jamie Lee Curtis. She’s an icon, a legend, a Queen. But I do not think she was the best nominee in that category, and it felt more like she was being awarded just because of her history as an actress than for her performance she was nominated for. I haven’t seen the film (EEAAT?) but from what I’ve heard she wasn’t even the best nominee from that film in that category. I’m being serious when I say I rooted for Angela Bassett - people seem to scoff and ignore performances from superhero movies but her performance was astounding, I remember seeing that scene in the cinema from Wakanda Forever and everyone being dead silent, the awe in the cinema screening.

So, to sum the above up: I do think the Academy gives some awards based not who was the best in the category but on fitting a certain narrative or even to prove a point.

I think the Oscars used to actually mean something, but nowadays... to me, it just seems like an outdated award show that for some reason is viewed as above and beyond all the other institutions that give out awards, and often times it feels like they don't actually consider most films apart from biographical ones, ones that are clearly Oscar bait (like The Whale is), and dramas.

For example, let’s be honest, with the rare few exceptions, the Academy doesn’t take fantasy/sci fi/horror seriously at all, especially for the acting categories. Even the Lord of the Rings series, which was very awarded, suffered somewhat; the final LOTR film in 2003/2004 won all eleven Oscars it was nominated for (as is right and proper) but there was apparently shock when the nominations were announced and the only categories it wasn’t nominated for were acting ones. Like… seriously? You’re telling me Sean Astin didn’t deserve even just a nomination for the way he cried over Frodo’s lifeless body, for “I can’t carry it but I can carry you!”, for putting on weight even though he’d worked hard to lose it and his co-stars didn’t have to (I’ve heard Dominic had padding to make him look a little more rotund since he used to be so lanky, not sure if that’s true)?

Horror suffers a lot too because people don’t take it seriously and, to my knowledge, rarely gets nominated or recognised; I remember watching Midsommar and wondering why the fuck Florence Pugh didn’t get nominated for that because her performance - the sobbing brokenly at her family’s deaths, the unsettled facial expressions that are tinged with her being taken in by the cult, etc. I’ve seen a number of heartbreaking or genuinely unsettling performances by actors in horror films that are masterfully done and deserve recognition but don’t get it because of the dismissive-ness towards the genre.

I also think actors using motion capture etc are not given the respect they deserve for their performances by the Academy. Like Andy Serkis… that man spent years crawling around the floor in various suits to bring us Gollum and is a master of performing mocap. Any actor who is able to deliver an amazing performance whilst in a motion capture suit deserves a great deal of praise because they’re literally using their imagination for 97% of their performance. For example, the Avatar movies: I’m honestly astounded whenever I see BTS for either film of the actors because they’re literally in studios in silly suits and cameras attached to helmets pretending there’s other blue aliens or various creatures or environments they’re looking at/interacting with. Performances delivered in motion capture are just as valid and deserving as any other performance.

I think the Academy also has an unfortunate habit of choosing Disney to always win Best Animated Feature - which thankfully was not the case this year, I haven’t seen Del Toro’s Pinocchio though I absolutely want to, but frankly 96% of the time when there’s a Disney film nominated they’ll just choose it because it’s Disney (*cough*Toy Story 4*coughcough*).

Anyway, I kind of went off on a tangent there but still.

[wisteria-clouds14]

Timeskip!Kita Shinsuke x f!Reader

Notes: This is my first one shot, I haven’t written basically anything in years, and I wrote this after having almost no sleep. But I hope this is okay!! I love this man to death if you couldn’t tell :((

Contains: Kita x reader; she/her pronouns; f l u f f; the reader is a professional volleyball player after attending Inarizaki

Breathing? I didn’t even know what that was at this point. All eyes were on me as I stepped up to serve. I felt a drop of sweat roll down my back, knowing that I had to get this to be perfect, my team was counting on it. My team was at match point, we had won the last two sets, now I just had to make all of their hard work count for at least something. Before I served, I looked in the crowd, hoping to lock eyes with a certain someone. Relief washed over me as I locked eyes with him. Pretty much the very reason I’m still here. It was my best friend and boyfriend, Shinsuke Kita. Next to him stood four other figures, my best friends that I’d also made when I moved to Japan. Osamu, Atsumu, Aran, and Rintarō. They all had smiles on their faces as they cheered for me, and Shin offered me a rare but genuine smile as he nodded slightly. That gave me the courage I needed.

I took a deep breath, exhaling before I finally served. The rest of the game seemed to go by in a blur, a desperate attempt to win. Luckily, everything sufficed. The cries we let out when we realized that we had won the set ripped across the court. I had tears streaming down my face as I sobbed, the feeling of happiness drowning me as I ran to my teammates. I hugged them tight, them holding me tight in return as we all laughed and cried. After our little group crying session, I finally realized that most of the stadium was cheering and screaming for us. Most importantly, my best friends were absolutely going nuts from the stands.

Soon enough, we lined up in front of the net and shook the opposing teams hands, constant ‘great game’s coming from both sides. We lined up, and bowed to each other.

“Thank you for the game!” Was what could be heard from everyone. Once everything was done, my teammates friends and family were allowed to come down to see them. As I grabbed my water from the bench, I let out a yelp when I felt two people pretty much bombard me with hugs. I knew immediately that it was Osamu and Atsumu.

“Ya did so well!! I’m so proud of ya!” Came from Atsumu, who I noticed was crying. I’d tease him about this for a while.

“We’re both proud of ya! ‘Tsumu just ain’t showing the full picture!” Osamu retorted afterwards.

They didn’t bicker too much after that, still hugging me tightly before they let me go. Aran and Rin hugged me as well, which meant a lot since hugs from them were pretty much amazing. Once that was finished, the boys seemed to back off a bit as Shinsuke stepped forward, hugging me tighter than the other four had. I sobbed loudly as I wrapped my arms around his neck, and I could hear him whispering to me about how proud he was. What I didn’t notice was that Osamu, Atsumu, Rin, and Aran walked a little ways away, whispering to each other as they watched us with a smile.

After a couple moments of us hugging and swaying lightly back and forth, I pulled away to look at him and held his face in my hands. His soft brown eyes looked at me so gently, so full of love, and his two toned hair was slightly tousled since the twins had apparently shook him around when they were cheering in the stands. The lights from the court made him look so ethereal. I couldn’t believe he was an actual person sometimes.

“I love you so much, Shin. I hope I can make you even prouder.” I said softly so that only he could hear me.

The smile on his face was so gentle, so loving. It almost made me start crying all over again. This was one of the rarest sights to almost everyone who wasn’t around him 24/7. He was known as Mr. Robot during our time at Inarizaki, almost no one had seen him smile or laugh. I was lucky to be able to see this quite often.

“I’ll always be proud of you, (N/n).” Shin whispered to me, gently kissing my forehead before he pulled away slightly, making me tilt my head as he looked behind me.

Shinsuke then fully pulled away from me, and suddenly looked…nervous. This was a first.

“(N/n), I have to ask you something.” He said, holding my hands before he proceeded to get down on one knee.

Time seemed to stand still, and I completely forgot we were in the middle of a volleyball court, being filmed for the world to see. All I could see was him. It was just me and him.

“(F/n) (L/n), you have been the love of my life since high school, and I don’t think anybody has ever made me so happy,” He started. “Would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man alive, and marry me?“

Tears formed in my eyes as my head spun while watching him pull out a ring box from his pocket. When he opened it, it showed a silver ring with small diamonds encrusted on it. Gasps could be heard from everyone in the court, and everyone was watching in silence for my answer.

“Yes!! Obviously yes!!” I cried out as I sobbed, and I tackled him to the ground while so many people started either clapping or cheering. I could even hear the Miya twins absolutely losing their minds in the background.

Shinsuke slid the ring onto my ring finger, and he gently held my face to bring me in for a kiss. I was giggling softly into it, holding his face as well. We broke apart after a couple seconds of kissing, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. We both stood up, but I just wanted to relish the moment with the love of my life.

“(Y/NNNN)!” Atsumu shouted as he and Osamu sprinted to us.

I pulled away from Shin, proceeding to squeal as they tackled me in a hug. They both saw me as their little sister, so I knew how emotional they were and I was completely okay with it.

“K-Kita-san! You better treat her right or I’ll kick your ass!” Atsumu said to Shinsuke as he hugged me tightly whilst crying heavily. I watched as Osamu nodded in agreement.

I don’t think anything could’ve been more perfect. This was the happiest day of my life. I was surrounded by my best friends and the love of my life. I also felt a sense of calm, it was a relief. Shinsuke, even if he didn’t know it, saved me. I don’t think I would’ve lived without him, and I’m grateful to him for showing me that everything would be okay.

[toboldlynerd]

helloooo ela 😊✨!! glad your week has settled down a bit, hopefully you have an enjoyable weekend ahead of you!

i loved reading about your spotify wrapped, i haven’t listened to most of those artists/songs, so i will have to give them a try! i just listened to runaway by AURORA and i loved the way the song kept building and building, it felt almost cinematic 🎥💫. do you have a fav song by AURORA that you’d recommend 👀?

ahhhhh, your tea box sounds so cool!! is it designed to keep the tea fresh/preserved while you’re traveling, or just as a means of storage?? i’m a coffee girl through and through 😌 (and hot chocolate too, aksjsjjj that’s how i survive the winter months, but it can be our secret 🫶)

the 9-1-1 gay firefighters are also my blorbos-in-law 😂, i have yet to succumb and watch it but sounds like it might be inevitable! it looks like there was just a new season? did you enjoy it??

i looked up the summary for graceling, it seems very compelling! i haven’t read any fantasy since i was much younger but i’ve had a few recommendations for it recently, and i remember absolutely loving getting lost in those worlds as a kid 🦄

also, btw, i adored the cute animal gifs 🥺🥰, sending love your way 💙❄️✨

Hi yes hello,

This brightened my day for sure, thank you 🧡

Oh, you've asked the million dollars question lmao AURORA was my favorite artist this year (unsurprisingly) and I do love all her work. So much. It's hard to recommend her songs so I will try my best with 3 good vibes songs, 3 heart-wrenching songs and 3 in between.

Positive

1) Queendom (the YouTube video is so good!?!)

2)

3) Exist For Love (because that music video came out way earlier than planned because “her fans needed something to be happy about” and it is just so damn beautiful)

In between

1)

2)

3)

Heart-wrenching, tears possible

Murder Song (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) (yes, that specific live video for ultimate tear potential. Also tw murder as a significant plot point of the lyrics lol)

Through The Eyes Of A Child (yeah, that version is stripped back. Yeah I cried the first 3 times listening)

Boy In The Grass (it's live, I can't listen to it often cause the raw emotions rattle me every time because of the event the lyrics are based on tw gun violence and child death if you research)

Hehehhe you activated my trap card called “asking about something im passionate about”! This was so hard my dude, it took half an hour and I nearly made the list longer again.

It's just a habit I took over from my mum I guess? It's one normal teabox that gets the designated job of traveling tea box (a little bit like the jeans of teen girl book fame lmao) and then I've also bought some small one that I can use if I don't have much space to work with. It's a certain comfort to know you've got your favorite tea with you at all times...the bigger one is for loose tea leaves and the smaller one for tea bags btw hihi

Omg omgggg, friend, the gay firefighters have taken over my shipping juices since February and won't give them back for nothing 😅 Not gonna lie, a big part of my enjoyment comes from the way it's more of an ensemble show and how they incorporated canon gay and lesbian couples in the main cast (yes, you heard right! POC lesbian main character firefighter!!!!! I am still crushing on her and her wife omfg) and those two blorbos with the most excellent little boy (Chris 🧡) made me read the trope friends to husbands (as in “24hrs marriage speedrun” lets get married - why not right now - alright then) with glee and acceptance of in-character choices that got them there. They are so idiotic sometimes but also so so intelligent 😂✌️

Do you have a favorite artist? Favorite ice cream? (mine is ben and Jerry's cookie dough lol) is there a favorite holiday sweet you always Es eat this time of year?

All the best and warm greetings from a little blanket burrito called Ela ✨🧡

[penguin0104]

A lot has happened since I last posted anything, so since the hospital night. Actually same night I find out she’s “moved on” and already seeing someone? Who was also there that night, which is the reason why I didn’t get to see much of her since she was too busy with him. I found out after she came back from being with him, they went and spoke alike in the car for 2 hours and I sat next to her begging like a dog, because that’s where I am at right now and then her phone rings and it’s a guy. She doesn’t call guys at night, I insist on asking who that is. She lied to me at first then eventually told me, she’s known him for a month now and they have been talking and have surprisingly seen each other more in a week alone then I have over the course of 9 months! Anyways I balled my eyes out that night and many nights following that night, I’m balling my eyes out as I write this. Anyways I walked home that night from the hospital, an hour walk until she was “worried” as told me to take a taxi. She says she doesn’t love me at all anymore and wants nothing to do with me. Can that be true? You don’t love someone anymore who you planned your future with? Can it be true?

Anyways, I’ve never cried so much for anything in my life, not a death nothing. And here I am crying like a baby every night and throughout the day, more stuff happened but no need details. My mum and sister found out, and I got her a promise ring with a note (which she got today but was too busy since she was out on a date with whoever that guy is). Yes, she was out on a date! While I was balling my eyes out at home, mind you she promised me to take it slow. If this is slow then what was the initial plan???? I begged her for 9 months to go out, we only went out alone 3 times! “Someone might see”, “I can’t lie to my parents”, “I don’t have time” always had an excuse! Always! And honestly I respected that excuse. But what changed now? Was no one gonna see? Did you tell your parents you’re going on a date or you lied? And you are the busiest now then you have ever been with everything going on with your family.

I just hate to see that there is more effort and attention being put with this new guy then there was with me. It hurts so bad 😭.

I know she cares about me, she says she does, but every time I try to mention something she says I have a lot going on right now and I don’t know what I’m doing. Yet she has the time to go out on a date and know what she’s doing there. Back to the promise ring with a note, she still hasn’t read the note, why? Because she was busy, I thought busy with family which I fully understand, but nope more like busy with dates and “getting to know him”.

Holy fuck my chest burns, my heart aches, my mouth is dry, I don’t know whether to cry or laugh or scream. I wanna punch the wall, I wanna punch someone, I’ll punch myself. I’ve never been this vulnerable and just plain pathetic. I cry uncontrollably, like someone’s died (I haven’t even cried like this when people I know died). I want her back, I need her back, I love her so much.

She told me to focus on myself and work harder and all that shit, give her time and space and “maybe” we’ll work out. And trust me I’m more than willing to give her all that, I’ll do anything for her, but how can I give her space and time while she’s out there consciously going out and getting to know a guy and talking to him and seeing him and everything? How can I sit by and watch all that? Please tell me how? Just how? I’m in love with this girl, I can’t stop thinking about her, I can’t!

It’s hard as fuck, but it would have been a little easier if there wasn’t a guy involved. She says she needs to focus on herself, then why is she already having someone in her life? Does she really need someone in her life right now? It just doesn’t make sense, nothing makes sense. I wanna fucking kill myself, fuck my fucking life, I hate it so much, FML 😭😭😭

Also also also, the day I found out she was already talking to someone I told her that I write about her everyday and I showed her, she read it…guess what, nothing, she said nothing, she said move on. I’m pouring my heart out here and nothing, why does this hurt so much 😭

I miss her so fucking much and I’m so insanely in love with her. But she’s already going out on dates and meeting up with this dude and getting to know him and everything 😭

[ficsforyou]

hello! i was wondering if you could write a fanfic of Eli Sunday for a (preferably) gender neutral reader who is kind of super seductive in a like- innocent way?! and he is just struggling with his own morals while not being able to stop thinking about them all the time :)

A/n: It’s mostly gender neutral, but it’s kinda afab in the end. And I said “daughter” at the end too, cause I thought it was weird to say child. Lol, hope you enjoy x

Gods gift

Eli Sunday x afab!reader

Word count: 1,7k

Summary: Eli knows you’re a gift from God, and he’ll do anything to have you.

Warnings: extreme religious beliefs (you know- cause it’s Eli), mention of illness, sexual thoughts, description of sexual actions, kinda hinting at dacryphilia?, mention of death, kinda manipulation

He had been watching you. Ever since you started coming to his sermons, he haven’t been able to not look at you. Little Boston was boring and dry without you. You were a gift from God, he was sure of it. Your hair, and how it shines in the sun. Your eyes, and how they look upon him as God himself. And that beautiful, beautiful body of yours. How he wish he could just-

“Good morning, mr. Sunday.”

He quickly snapped back to reality as a soft voice spoke to him. You. There you were. Standing before him, hands sheepishly tugging your hair behind your ears.

“Good morning.”

He answered, flustered by the sudden closeness you brought. You smiled at him, so innocently. He noticed your heaving chest as well.

“I was just- it’s just that-“

You stuttered. Not being able to get out your thoughts.

“You can tell me anything. I’m your pastor after all.”

He stated when you went quiet. Your eyes found his. You looked desperate. He shamed himself for thinking you looked hot like that.

“My mother.”

You took a break, looking down at the floor again.

“She’s ill. I was just hoping that- please Eli, just help me.”

You fell into his arms crying. He patted your back gently. He couldn’t help but smile at the sudden contact, and how his first name fell off your lips. Even though it hurt him that you were this upset. Of course he would help you. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t.

“Hush, it’ll be fine. I’ll help yo- her.”

You looked up at him. Still pressed onto his body.

“You will?”

He couldn’t help but think how beautiful you looked. Tears running down your cheeks. Your lips perky and red.

“Yes, I will.”

You let go of him, he suddenly felt cold. He wanted you close to him again, closer than what was appropriate.

“Thank you so much. I’ll bring her to church to-“

“What kind of sickness is it?”

He interrupted you.

“Consumption.”

You answered quietly. He nodded.

“Consumption can be hard to heal, I’ll try my best, but I cannot promise you anything. It’ll be up to God to decide her fate.”

You nodded drastically. He liked that you cared so much for your mother. So eager to help. He could take advantage of that, and in that moment he came up with a plan.

“I’ll treat her in the comfort of your home, if that’s fine with you. We don’t want her to strain herself too much.”

You continued to nod. He wanted to hear your words, not see your head shake. So he kept quiet. Waiting for your to answer.

“God bless you and your kindness.”

The day after he woke up sweaty and gasping for air. He had dreamt of you. Your soft skin, your rosy cheeks that became more apparent when you cried. And those sweet lips. He wanted to kiss them. To use them. You were taking over his body. And he knew deep down that it wasn’t right. That you were occupying his mind, when his mind was made for God, was wrong. Unholy even. But as he looked down, seeing that he had ejaculated during his sleep, he couldn’t help but think of you again. He was meeting you this day. And your mother, but that’s what had to be done. Once he had cured her, his plan would be sat into play. And you’d be all his.

“Good evening.”

He said as he stood on your porch. You flashed him a quick smile.

“Good evening, come in please.”

You moved out of the way and he walked in. Taking off his jacket and handing it to you. You took it and hung it up on the wall. How perfect you looked doing small duties like that.

“She’s in her bedroom.”

He nodded as you led the way. Your home was nicer than most houses in little Boston. He wasn’t surprised though. He knew of your surname, your father was a rich man. But he died while you were still young. Leaving his fortune to your mother. She had stayed a widow for the rest of her life. What a tragedy it would be if you lost her as well. He looked at all your belongings as he followed you through the house. You opened a door, and he stepped inside. Seeing your sick mother laying on her bed. She looked over at him and smiled. Surprised to see the pastor in her own bedroom. She tried to sit up, but you were already by her side telling her to calm down. You resembled your mother a lot, he thought. The two of you had the same hair colour and small dimples that formed when you smiled.

“It’s alright mother. Mr. Sunday is here to help you. Just calm down.”

He walked up to the two of you. You looked up at him with big eyes, wondering what he’d do next.

“Give me 15 minutes.”

He calmly said. You nodded and got up from your position beside your mother. You kissed her hand before walking out of the room. Giving him a last look. For the next 15 minutes you sat by the kitchen table, waiting for him to finish. You were biting your nails in anticipation as you occasionally would hear screaming of prayers, and loud noises of all sorts. Until it all went quiet. You stood up from your chair to listen after any sort of sound. Footsteps came closer and closer to you and suddenly he was standing there. You waited for him to say something, anything.

“My treatment was successful.”

He simply said, smiling as he saw how your concern turned into gladness. You hastily walked to him and engulfed him in a hug. He hugged you back tightly.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

You said jumping in happiness. He pulled slightly away, now cupping your face.

“As I said, it’s still up to God. You have to let her be as close to the heavens as possible. Fresh air and the sun will do.”

You nodded frantically. Tears welling up in your eyes. At that point he couldn’t help himself. He leaned in and kissed you. His hands running down your body, to your waist. Pulling you closer. But you pulled away. Looking over at the window to your left. His smile fell, now angered at your lack of cooperation. He let go of you, scoffing. When you continued to just stand there, looking away from him, his heart secretly broke. He walked past you and grabbed his jacket. Mostly angry at himself for rushing into it like this. He knew he needed to let such a pure, divine creature as yourself, take their time.

“I’ll see you in church on Sunday.”

He simply said before walking out the door. But he didn’t see you on Sunday. And not the Sunday after that either. He started to think this was all his fault. He should’ve given you time. Let you fall for him, as he had fallen so badly for you. It killed him to not see you. But he knew this was Gods punishment for all those dreams and thoughts he’d have about you. He wanted to go to your house, ask you why you turned him down, and essentially place sweet kisses on your bare body. He wondered why God was disciplining him so harshly. He was a man after all, it was in his nature to be attracted to such beauty as yourself. He prayed day and night, asking the lord to bring you back to him. Give him one more chance. And the Sunday after, his prayers became true. Cause there you were, walking into church, hand in hand with your mother. Who looked exceptionally better than the last time he had seen her. He couldn’t help but end the sermon early, just to be able to talk personally with you. This was the finishing stage of his plan. It was all or nothing now.

“Reverend Sunday, how happy I am to see you.”

Your mother spoke to him, with you nearby. He looked over her shoulder to see that you were looking down at the floor. Too scared to meet his eyes. His heart was filled with shame. But you were going to get all the time in the world. Just you wait and see.

“I’m happy to see you too. You look well.”

He answered her, holding her hands in his.

“I wanted to personally thank you, you saved my life. But I was wondering if we will be redeemed for missing out on church.”

He smiled at her.

“God is great. He will understand you when it’s time.”

Your mother smiled gratefully, placing a hand over her heart.

“For my daughter as well?”

He looked over her shoulder. You were now looking at him. Smiling just like your mother, but it was a concerned smile.

“She has shown nothing but mercy, and taken care of the woman who carried her into this world. He will redeem her as well, I’m sure of it.”

Your mother nodded, similar to how you would nod.

“If there is anything I could offer you as thanks for your help, say the words and it’s yours.”

This was the moment he had been waiting for. He knew how grateful your family was. He had perfectly constructed this situation.

“Actually there is something.”

Your mother looked curiously at him. Waiting for what he wanted for gratitude.

“Your daughters hand in marriage.”

She looked back at you. You looked shocked, but he couldn’t sense any rejection in you.

“You want to marry into the family?”

He nodded shortly. Sure he could marry into the family. It wasn’t his first reason for marriage, but he’d say anything for your mothers approval and blessing.

“Your late husbands name is well known. It would be a honour to be related to you. And I know I’ll be able to provide for your daughter.”

He looked over at you once again. You were fisting your mothers dress. Were you doubting him? He would literally worship you, why would you be so doubtful.

“Yes, yes. You have my blessing.”

How perfect…

[liptonsbabe]

My dear [S.U]

Sam Uley x Fem! reader!

Summary: “Did you have a hard day? You can complain to me. Did something make you almost cry? It’s alright, look at me. Starting from now, think of three really good things: the warm air, the dazzling weather, and me outside your window.  I told you, you can see brightness only when it gets dark”

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, death, heart dissease and such. English not my mother language so pls let me know if something’s wrong

gif’s not mine

"Sorry to bother you, Chief," you said following the man's moves through your house. Charlie Swan was carrying a reclining chair with ease leaving it in the middle of the living room while you stood at the bottom of the stairs with your little four year old daughter in your arms. Cassie was exhausted. It had been a long plane ride and a bit more road travel, which knocked your little girl out as soon as you set foot in your new home in Forks. It was a long time since you had seen that place but of course you remembered Charlie Swan as kind as he had always been. Even when you were just starting to think about moving back to Forks he was the first to help you get a safe home for you and your daughter. You remembered looking up for Charlie's old phone number hoping it was still the same and when you dialed and heard the man's voice behind the phone you sighed in relief. At last life seemed to be smiling on you after a long time and Charlie was quick to offer to help you if you decided to return to town.

He told you about a house for sale next to his. The owner was elderly and preferred to live with one of her children and earn income from the house near the forest that could be bought by curious tourists so Charlie convinced her to sell you the house and at a lower price than she was originally asking because the house needed some repairs that he could do. So you thought no more about it and packed your things to return to Forks after the horrible years you had lived in Brownsville.

Charlie picked you up at the airport in his police cruiser and avoided turning on the siren cause Cassie was already half asleep in your arms when you got off the plane and he didn't want to disturb her, but Cassie had the strength to stay awake long enough to make him promise that next time he would turn on the siren as they drove around town.

The truth was that Charlie Swan was an angel. He arranged everything so you would have a quick return and even now he was bothering to get all your stuff out of the moving truck so you wouldn't have the worry of doing it later.

"Nonsense, I'm happy to do it. Besides, it's my day off."

"And that's why you shouldn't be doing all this. I know vacations for police officers are non-recurring."

"I'm the chief, I have certain privileges."

"Still."

"Well, I wasn't going to let you do this on your own" he replied, carrying the boxes with your and Cassie's clothes. He set them down on the kitchen island and leaned back against them to rest. You walked over and settling Cassie better in your arms you sat down in one of the chairs Charlie had given you "Billy and Jacob will be here in a little while to get all this settled so you can have your first night here without any problems."

"I still think it's too much. Stop spoiling me like this, Charlie, you even gave me part of your dining room!"

"Ah, it was nothing. Bella and I recently bought a new one and we didn't want to take it to the dump cause it still has some use. The table is made out of good wood and the chairs are freshly upholstered. Look at it, it suits perfectly!"

"That's not the point" you said, glancing sideways at the newly arranged dining room near the kitchen "The point is that you're doing a lot for me and it's not fair."

"Your father would have done the same for Bella if it had been about me" he replied reaching for a bottle of water from the installed cooler. A sudden tension appeared in the room as you both remembered what your father's life was like in Forks "Jackson was my best friend for a long time and when he died...I promised him that I would seek you out and support you as if you were my own and that is precisely what I am doing."

"You wouldn't have if I hadn't left and hadn't abandoned him. He died because of me"

"That's not true."

"He was left alone when I left. He died of grief"

"He died from the heart valve disease he had. Your father suffered it from a young age and even so, you had a right to look for your mother"

"I wish I hadn't" you murmured, cooing to Cassie who was beginning to get annoyed by the noise of your voices "I abandoned my father and didn't find anything worthwhile"

"Well, that doesn't matter anymore, stop tormenting yourself and thinking you killed your father. I was with him. He loved you and he died peacefully, remember him as the good man he was, child."

You sighed. Cassie went back to sleep peacefully

"You're right. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I know it's not the same, but you have me now and I'd rather die than let you leave again, do you hear me?"

"Easy, I have no intention of doing that" you half smiled "I'm running away from the tracks I left in Brownsville, I have no desire to go back under any circumstances. What I'm worried about is that the tracks won't rub off and show the way to the one I'm hiding from"

Charlie clicked his tongue.

"That should be the least of your problems. I have a gun and I know how to use it. He'll have to deal with that first before he gets to you."

"Thanks, Charlie."

"Although, if Chief Swan is as good at shooting as he is at fishing then you'll have to learn how to handle a gun yourself, honey" a voice appeared from the doorway followed by a young man's laughter.  You looked up meeting the unmistakable face of Billy Black next to his son Jacob. Billy entered your house being pushed by Jacob leaving him next to Charlie as he rolled his eyes "Be a little more modest, buddy."

"There's nothing wrong with bragging once in a while."

"Yeah, but you do it all the time."

"Shut up."

"Make me"

Charlie got up from his spot lunging towards Billy who ina swift movement spun the wheels of his chair avoiding Charlie's attack thus beginning a chase through the house dodging the obstacles of boxes on the floor. Jacob laughed taking Charlie's place in front of you.

"I thought we were coming to help with the move, not to watch them play like preschoolers?"

"Me too. I think Cassie will get along with them."

"Your little girl will beat them up right away"

"Probably."

You giggled quietly avoiding waking Cassie as Charlie and Billy finished their game to go back to the truck and get the last boxes, then you could finally get everything settled at home. Jacob smiled, looking at you

"I'm Jacob. You may not remember me but..."

"Are you kidding? I used to give you the bottle."

"No you didn't."

"Of course i did! My dad used to visit your parents a lot and he used to take me with him. You were a newborn baby and I used to volunteer to help Sarah feed you. You were the worst baby ever. You cried too loudly and squeezed the bottle with your swollen gums. Then you'd throw the milk back and you used to get really messy. Your poop was the smelliest I could remember."

"Don't say that!" he replied, embarrassed "I see you do remember me."

"And Quill and Embry. Tell me, are they still the same old fools?"

"They haven't changed at all."

You laughed.

"Perfect."

"Ok, these are the last boxes" announced Charlie walking into the house carrying with him a small box with Cassie's toys. Billy came in behind with some boxes on his lap "I think now we can get everything organized and finishing in time for you to get some rest."

"I'll clean up the little girl's room" offered Jacob standing up "then I'll fill the closet and set up the bed so you can lay her down, you must be tired from carrying her around for so long. is that okay with you?" he asked you. You nodded

"Yes, thank you Jacob."

"You're welcome. Give me that" The boy took the boxes off his father's legs and picked up Charlie's, all with one arm and with the other he carried the folding base of the bed. You opened your eyes wide 

"Easy, big guy, when did you get so strong?"

"I don't know. It just... showed up" he replied disappearing up the stairs

"It showed up" said Charlie "Ah, I hope shows up something like that to me"

"Don’t hold your breath as that happens" Billy joked.

"I should do something for lunch" you said trying to stand up. You were going to put Cassie down on one of the couches and put some cushions around her, but Charlie won't let you. Billy agreed 

"None of that. We'll order something."

"But..."

"Nothing" interrupted Billy "We'll buy pizza"

"You guys really need to stop doing this" you reproached. Billy picked up his phone

"Ah, sorry, you had to say that earlier, I'm already on the call."

"You guys are unbelievable"

Charlie smiled

"We know. oh I'll get Bella, she hasn't said hello yet" Charlie walked out before you could say anything else and closed the door dismissing the moving truck. Billy smiled complicitly, placed the order, gave the address and left the cell phone on the kitchen bar

"Dinner is served."

"Thank you."

"They had children's menu, so I ordered it for Cassie. I hear their brownies are delicious. Maybe I'll steal it for myself."

"I'll keep it as a secret"

Billy nodded with a smile and as the food arrived you chatted animatedly about what had happened in your absence, he also told you things about your father and all the times they went fishing together before his death. You were enjoying Billy's stories when time began to pass and Charlie didn’t return with Bella as he promised. Jacob was finishing Cassie's room and when the pizza arrived he came downstairs immediately, asking about Charlie's whereabouts.

"He went to get Bella, but he hasn't come back yet."

"That's strange, his house is right next door."

"Maybe something came up for him at the station" Billy shrugged.

You  decided to wait for the Swans to eat, but seeing that they didn't show up Jacob offered to investigate what was going on when suddenly the door opened and a very worried Charlie Swan walked in wiping the sweat from his brow

"Bella’s missing."

"What?"

Jacob suddenly became alert and Billy remained static in his place. You felt a knot in your stomach. While riding in the police cruiser that morning, you had heard something about tourist disappearances and wild creatures killing people in the woods and you feared Bella might be in that kind of danger. You were never close, but you knew her and occasionally went out together to talk or share a movie night. You still hadn't seen her after the years you were away and the least you wanted was for something bad to happen to her.

"Did you talk to any of her friends?"

"She was with them during classes, but they lost track of her on her way here. I'll call the Cullens, maybe..."

"You didn't know?" asked Billy "The Cullens left Forks, Charlie."

"Where did they go?"

"We'll find her" encouraged Jacob "But we have to go out and look for her before dark."

"I'll go with you" you said "I'll take Cassie to her room and..."

"No, no, stay" Charlie asked you "I left a note for Bella at home in case she comes back she’ll know that she has to come here and wait for me. If she does, call me right away, please" you nodded

"I'll call Harry and ask him to join along with the boys" Billy said and wheeled away down the hallway holding the phone to his ear. Charlie and Jacob left and you decided to take Cassie to the room, go down to the kitchen and make some coffee for the Brigadiers and Bella. If she was alone in the woods and the night was catching up with her then she was going to need something hot to get her strength back. 

You hoped with all your heart that she was all right. For her, for Charlie.

.

.

.

Hours passed one after another with no sign of Bella. Your driveway was carpeted with people and police cruisers specially brought by Charlie to search for Bella. The entire town was scoured by officers from the early hours of the night, yet there was no trace of the chief's daughter. You decided to join the search taking the opportunity that Sue Clearwater was playing with Cassie - who was awakened by the ruckus of the patrol cars - asking if it was a good idea to search for her in the woods, but Harry refused.

"It's too dangerous, we don't know what might be among the trees. We can't risk losing any more people."

You were about to object his words when Jacob came up to you putting a hand on your shoulder telling you that he was right and that the forest was something not to be taken lightly. So you gave up, deciding to go back inside and refill the coffee pot when Jacob alerted Charlie that someone had found Bella.

A tall man walked in a straight line toward the Brigadiers where Billy and Harry watched him with restrained relief. He had a stocky frame and Bella unconscious in his arms seemed to weigh no more than a feather. His cropped black hair was messy and his lack of a shirt told you that the icy cold of the city didn't affect him at all

You knew him. His face was very familiar yet strange at the same time. You were back in Forks after a few years, but you knew that no one could change that much in that period of time.

Sam Uley was holding Bella and Charlie took her in his arms as he came out of the stupor and relief of having found his daughter. The Brigadiers sighed in unison and Billy thanked them all. You wanted to do something, to approach Charlie, to ask him if he needed help with Bella, but your eyes were caught in Sam’s. 

They were dark, wild, like the forest behind him. You remembered him perfectly. 

Before you left Forks you two were close friends and came to like each other as something more, but your leaving ended that and what you might have been up to that point.

You tried to look away, but then Sam's huge body began to shake, his knees buckled and he fell to the ground resting his hands on the dirt. Harry Clearwater reacted and approached him asking if he was okay.

"Tired" you heard him whisper causing you to shudder. Harry helped him up, whispered something in his ear and after taking one last look at you he disappeared into the woods. Harry walked back towards you.

"I thought the forest was dangerous"

"For us."

"What do you mean?"

Harry looked at you. Then he looked at his wife with Cassie in her arms standing at the doorway . He smiled.

"You'll find out soon, child"

[wpdarlingpan]

How would yandere Damian Wayne react to his beloved having a fondness for books? Will he get jealous that she keeps gushing about non existent fictional characters? Lol I have a feeling he will 🤣

I absolutely love this idea, it was fun to write.

Trigger Warning: Abuse

(Not on Damians end but Y/N’s father)

Nothing descriptive and very brief.

~*~

Damian had met his beloved at school after she was the only one who didn’t chase after him. She didn’t even seem to notice he was there. He was determined to change that.

The first day they talked he introduced himself, waiting to see her reaction to his last name but gained nothing more than a polite introduction from herself than she returned back to the book she was reading before he interrupted her. If she hadn’t got immersed back into the book than she would have seen the surprised look adorning the young Wayne’s face.

From there on he was determined to know everything about her. He used the bat computer to find out that she lived with her father in a nice house near his own. Her mother died during child birth and she had no siblings. Damian wished he didn’t have ‘siblings’ even if he never called them that. Well... maybe Grayson. But Todd could go along with Drake.

He decided to go to her house to check in on her and his excuse was to gather intel, but what he saw was not what he was prepared for. Damian saw Y/N’s Father yelling at her as if she had nine something terrible. Damian watched as the man cursed out his young daughter making Damian scowl and tighten his hands into fists. But they suddenly stopped fighting so Damian left as he had school tomorrow and he wanted to talk to you then. If he had stayed a second longer he’d have seen her getting locked into the cupboard under the stairs without dinner.

But luckily for her she had books. She read hunger games, Harry Potter, and many more. Even twilight even though she absolutely despised the ‘Bella’ character. But they all had love. She loved to read about love and the feeling of euphoria it gave people.

“Maybe one day.” She thought to herself.

The next day Damian Wayne talked to her again. He made more progress but it was hard to keep her away from her book.

It continued for weeks and then to months. He had slowly broke down her barrier and she finally stopped ditching him to read a book.

After 3 months of talking and Damian following her around daily to make sure she was safe he finally asked her on a date.

She met him at the park during sundown. When she arrived there was a picnic blanket with a basket on it and a couple of cushions. She saw someone walk up to her from where they were sat by a tree and they gently grabbed her hand and led her to the set up.

“Do you like it?” Damian asked nervously. He knew that this date was what determined his future plans. She was his beloved even if she didn’t exactly know yet. If she didn’t like the date or found out she didn’t like him the same way he loved her than she would learn to with force and time or she could love the date and he will spend every moment of the day with her after he asks her to be his.

She smiled widely, liked it? She loved it! It was exactly like something out of a book. A grand romantic gesture.

He smirked at her smile and he just knew he was already successful in gaining her feelings. He noticed the shiny glint in her eyes.

“I love it Damian. Thank you.” She spoke smiled at him and leaned over to give him a hug making his heart spike with happiness.

They had a wonderful date and it resulted with a 2nd and 3rd one. Then he dropped the question and she couldn’t bring herself to say anything but yes.

Even as she noticed that some of the few friends she had distanced themselves from her after she agreed to be Damians girlfriend after the 3rd date.

Even when some of her romance books began to disappear, which is what really made her sad. Once she told Damian with tears in her eyes that a. Few of her books were missing he gave in and hid them in her room for her to find the next day.

That’s when something happens. Y/N’s father was killed in a police shooting after he had assisted the Joker himself on a robbery. Worst part was Y/N found out over the news.

Damian was very happy with the news of the death fo his beloveds dad. He found out about the abuse after he snuck in to her house the second time and heard a lock click with no Y/N in sight.

Damian told his father about the girl and Damian played his fathers weaknesses against him he told him that she was abused and that she needed help. She needed to be safe. That thing that convinced him finally was that Damian told Bruce that she was the one and Bruce’s eyes widened greatly before he moved into a smirk. Of course his son had found his beloved, Bruce was a Yandere too of course, where else would Damian have got the tendencies from? His mother Talia or his grandfather Ra’s? They both would be caught dead saying the four letter word.

That’s how Y/N was adopted by the Wayne’s.

That’s how she ended up staying in the room next to Damians.

That’s how she ended up being with him 24 hours a day, since he got his classes switched so he was in all of hers but when it was questioned it was for academic reasons.

Y/N was sad though. She had no friends other than Damian. Her father was dead, her mother was dead, she had no family. No matter how bad her father treated her all she could think was that she deserved the pain.

A month after the shooting Damians Yandere side began to progress. She wasn’t allowed out of the Manor without being accompanied by him if she was allowed to leave at all.

She had been taken out of school alongside Damian by Bruce at the request of his son who didn’t like that boys and girls were looking at his beautiful beloved.

He was obsessed with his love.

A few months after living in the manor, meeting everyone, and adjusting to Damians possessiveness and rules she was doing okay. She wouldn’t dare go against Damian after he had guilt tripped her after she said she wanted to be alone for awhile and take a walk. Damian was glad that she was so easily manipulated that she didn’t even attempt to fight his love. He had to protect her form the cruel world he had experienced first hand. Her kindness, innocence, and trusting nature would get her killed in Gotham. But there was nothing to worry about because he was there to protect her. He always would be.

But she grew slightly distant from Damian after she began reading the books in the Wayne Library. There was a whole room stocked shelf by shelf with books.

She had been in there reading a book where the main character was trained with a sword and was a Assassin but he fell in love with his target. That’s where Damian saw her after he had been searching for after he began to getting annoyed after being away from her for so long.

“What are you reading My Beloved?” She had gotten used to the nickname and would slightly blush at every use of it. It was another thing that seemed like it was straight out of a book, he was her knight in shining armor.

“It’s called His Mission, His Love. It’s about this dashing guy who can sword fight and is a very skilled Assassin. He falls in love with the girl he was supposed to assassinate for his group of assassins. But he failed it by falling in love. I haven’t found out what happens yet. He sort of reminds me of Finnick from that other book I told you about, Hunger games remember? Well he wields a trident and it looks super cool and...” she was cut off from Damian snatching the book from her hands and shutting it without even marking her page making her lose her page.

“Hey!” She cried out as he tossed the book across the room. He scowled when she yelled at him which result in him standing directly in front of her as she sat on the couch and he leaned down to her height the grabbed her chin making her face towards him instead of that insufferable book he had tossed across the room.

“You don’t need that book got it? You have me, and you only need me.” He spoke looking into her eyes as his face was only inches apart from her own.

“But...” she began to say. She loved books, it was nice to image the love. But she couldn’t exactly say she didn’t know the feeling for herself now after dating Damian. He had done so much for her to keep her safe and well after he father died.

“I can sword fight, I’m a assassin, I am even more handsome and richer than any character in those terribly pointless books. You don’t need them when you have me.”

She looked at him weirdly and that’s when he realized that in a fit of jealousy - over a book character- he admitted by secret he hadn’t told her yet.

“Assassin? Fighting? What are you taking about Damian.”

He rolled his eyes at her but explained.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m Robin. My fathers batman, Graysons Nightwing, Todd is Red Hood, and Drake is Red Robin.” He watched as her eyes widened making him begin to lose himself in the beautiful eyes he loved so dearly.

“Really?” She said in disbelief but it did make sense. But that’s when she suddenly blushed at a thought and by the fact it took her so long to blush Damian was thinking that she was thinking back to her book character again as her eyes darted away from him coincidentally to where the book was.

“What are you thinking about My Beloved?” he demanded in a cool tone that was laced with jealously. He grip on her chin tighten a little more and his other hand laid on her waist.

She murmured something he couldn’t hear which was very surprising as he was so close to her.

“Repeat what you said but louder. Please” he spoke waiting for her to say she was thinkjnt about the assassin from her book but he wasn’t prepared for what she would say.

“I used to have a crush on Robin, he is my favorite.” She spoke then closed her eyes willing the blush that adorned her cheeks to disappear.

This would be the first time that Damian let out a huge smile and a slight laugh of disbelief.

“I pictured him... or well you as the character from my book because of the similarities.” She spoke still lightly dying from embarrassment which worsened when he scooped her up from the couch and into his arms before kissing her face multiple times while she laughed at the feeling. Then he sat down o the couch with her in his lap, not letting go as she tried to climb out of it.

“Stay here My Beloved. Why don’t I tell you real stories?”

And that was how Damian got jealous... over himself.

And how Y/N found out the identity’s of the Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and most of all Robin.

And it all started because of a book.

[accio-depression]

“Draco.” Hermione looked up to him with tears falling from her eyes. “I don’t know how much more I can take.” She grabbed her arms and hugged herself. Draco could feel the air leave his chest as he watched her crying. He would do anything to make sure she never had another tear fall on that beautiful face. He wrapped his arms around her. She just stood there, still hugging herself and staring at nothing.

“Hermi-“

“No. Don’t. Don’t you dare try to comfort me, you hated him.” Hermione rips herself away from him and drops to the ground on the nearest wall. She could run, but she doesn’t. She knows there’s no where left to go. So she stays on the floor, holding her head.

“He was all I had left…” She said after a long moment.

“He was going to take you from me.” Draco said coldly. “I haven’t done what I did just to loose you to The Weasel.” Draco’s expression is cold and emotionless. He doesn’t move towards Hermione on the floor, but to the fire in the middle of the room. He stops in front of the fire, looking at the flames burning away the wood. Hermione looked up at him, still holding her head, and furrowed her brows in confusion.

“What do you mean—Draco—what did you do?” Hermione had a scared, wild expression. Draco sighs and continues to stare at the flickering flames, not wanting to see the pain he caused written all over her face.

He told her Ron Weasley was found dead this morning, but spared the details for her own sake. Draco was sure she didn’t want to hear how he found The Weasel and made him beg for forgiveness right before he disemboweled him. Quite the show, Draco thought. He didn’t even ask why Draco was there. Seems like word got around that Draco Malfoy was on the hunt for the remaining order members. Ronald Weasley was the last one left. Draco has completed his last mission.

“I’ve told you before Hermione, no one is going to live with the regret of leaving you behind.” Draco said coolly still looking at the fire. “If that means they don’t get to live at all, so be it.”

“So you kill them…? My friends…? Harry?” Hermione howled, tears falling more heavily now. “They didn’t want to leave me Draco, I was- I was-“

“You were starving to death in an enchanted trunk. If I hadn’t shown up you would have died.” He said, cutting her off. Draco was looking at her now with a possessively dark expression on his godlike face. The only emotion he had let her see since she got here. He could see the hurt and confusion in her eyes, but he didn’t look away this time.

“I saved you. You’re mine now.” He said fiercely, still staring into her beautiful brown eyes.

Hermione paled, but stayed silent. She realized what this meant and could feel her world falling down all around her. The only person keeping her safe and sane was the reason why she was so lonely and crazy in the first place. Oh what the oxymoron I am, thought Hermione, how could Draco be so kind to me, but so evil to everyone else. Draco watched as she realized what he did and listened—no matter how hard it was—as she cried for her friends.

Not knowing what to say, Draco finally looked away from Hermione and walked over to the window. They were in the library at Malfoy Manor. The only place left that Voldemort doesn’t have monitored. Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Godric’s Hollow, and Hogwarts are all under Voldemorts control.

Hermione Granger, The Brightest Witch of her Age, is just a shell of the girl she once was. She refuses to use magic. Draco usually finds her curled up with Hogwarts: A History, not reading, but staring at the cover with a blank expression. He bought all her favorite books, remembering what she liked in school, that weren’t already in the massive Malfoy library. Even if she didn’t read. He was never mean to her and always treated her with gentle care. Never touched her when she didn’t want him too. Always made sure she had access to the kitchen and library. She was grateful, he could tell, but she wasn’t happy. He never saw her laugh and only saw her smile when she was dreaming—if she dreamt. Most nights were spent holding and rocking her back to sleep after a nightmare. Hermione Granger was broken.

Two years ago, Draco Malfoy found her on a raid in Godric’s Hollow right after Christmas, hiding in a enchanted trunk. Voldemort received information regarding Harry—he was last seen at the graveyard—in Godric’s Hollow. But when he looked down into that trunk, and Hermione looked up at him with scared eyes, he felt his heart crack for the first time in his life. He knew from that moment on he would never let another soul lay a hand on her beautiful brown skin. Draco picked her frail body up, and gently pushed back the chestnut curls falling in her face. She looked beautiful still, and he couldn’t understand how someone so beautiful and kind could be left there to die by the people who were supposed to love her the most. He Disillusioned her and brought her back to the manor. He didn’t know why, but if anything else happened to her, he would never recover.

Now Draco Malfoy is the highest ranking death eater in Voldemorts army and has killed many men, women and children. Hermione is his reason. After finding her and nursing her back to health, he went out to find the Order Members who left her there to die. Draco Malfoy is ruthless. Right before he kills them, he asks why they decided to leave such a talented witch to die.

Their answers are never good enough to keep them alive. Ron begged Draco to spare him and said Hermione would hate Draco for what he has done to her friends. Draco asked him why he left her there in that trunk. Ron said he didn’t leave her there, that he was looking for her. Draco killed him anyway.

Draco knows Hermione will never forgive him for killing her friends, but at least she’s safe. No one will ever touch his lioness again and he would do it all again if he had to.

But, he wishes things were different, that he didn’t find her almost dead. That they had met in another life where blood status and evil doesn’t exist. Where he could have told her how he felt the moment he saw her on that train. Somewhere safe.

That’s where she could learn to love him.

Prompt:

He’d set the world a blaze, but never let a flame touch her.