#about me and wonder how i am or why i’ve gone silent again. it’s just. my usual bullshit. with even more ✨new✨ bullshit piled on top of it!!

[seventh-district]

i. am so goddamn tired

CW: i’m probably about to do a lil venting in the tags

[lidiasloca]

i’ve been dying for a fic about azriel meeting his mate who is just someone in velaris. and him being super private and secretive about it to the point that the ic is like what is wrong with you??? and then he finally tells them by bringing his mate to family dinner??

a private relationship with azriel

azriel x reader

fluff

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You had grown to know Azriel’s soul like the palm of your hand. There were no misinterpretations or confusions. It all lay clear and honest between you. He could hide no truth, and neither could you.

So it was no surprise that he kept you like he would an oath. It was his protective nature. And you had accepted that long before it showed, because you wanted him, just like he was.

Yes, being hidden behind his back from his loved ones drove the knife more into your flesh, but so it would to watch him suffer knowing your protection was at risk. So you kept it how he wanted, private.

At least that’s what you told yourself today, as he was about to leave for a family dinner, one you were of course not invited.

“Y/N?”

“What?” you blurted out, thinking how much lost you had been in your head.

“I’m - I’m leaving,” he said hesitantly, scared as always of how much could you bear the knife he kept twisting.

Knowing how he’d laugh and talk and have fun with his family, and you wouldn't be there, kept your mind in a dark place. You would never be there.

Maybe you hadn’t quite accepted being his secret, as you thought.

You had no heart for words; your tight nod was his final cue to leave silently.

Guilt filled your lungs when you let out a weak breath. It always felt like you had a wordless argument when he left. Like you shouted your pain and he yelled his reasons. But there was only silence.

But what was there to overthink about, now? He was gone, and you were at your apartment again alone.

Or so you thought.

“Y/N”

You turned in a heartbeat to Azriel’s voice.

What are you doing, you were going to ask, but your heart was faster. “You’re back…” you murmured in wonder.

He gave you a half smile, since most of his joy had settled in his eyes, which regarded you expectant.

“I am.”

You cocked your head, intrigued. You were used to the little use he gave to words, but that didn’t make you less curious about what was on his mind constantly.

“Why?”

And thanks to his eyes, you somehow could read his heart. Somehow you knew why he was back.

Nonetheless, you were too vulnerable to risk sparking your hopeful hypothesis.

He slowly walked to you, only stopping when your warm breath caressed his chin. He assessed every centimeter of your face. Knowing him, he was taking time to plan his words.

You inclined your face upward to watch his eyes, which let you look through his soul more than his words did.

“Come with me,” he whispered. “Let me present you to them.”

You breathe caught. No matter how many times you blinked, your disbelief didn’t wash out from your eyes. No matter if you had known this was why he was back, now that it was out of his lips, it was harder to believe.

“You really mean it?” you questioned, still confused; what had made him change his mind about his most solemn rule?

“Yes.”

A tear ran down your cheek before you realized you were crying. “Oh,” was all you could express, as Azriel gently wiped your tears, watching you in worry.

“You don’t want to?” he asked with a concerned frown.

You chuckled weakly, shaking your head. “No, it’s not that.”

“Then why are you crying, love?” His voice was so gentle and unsure, as if he was afraid his words were strong wind for the candle that was you.

“Because I thought you would never ask - I thought I was always going to be a secret,” you mumble in between sobs.

His lips parted at your blatant confession. “I’m so sorry,” he sighted, moving his hands to hold your face, looking deep into you. “I never wanted you to feel like you were a secret. I did it because I wanted you to be protected. The less people know, the less risk.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry still.” He looked down, biting his lip as he though. “Will you come, then?”

A sweetly-crafted smile bloomed in your flushed face as you moved your hands to his shoulders, as if you were to start dancing. “Of course, Az.”

“Good,” he smiled in return. “Because it would be a very boring dinner without you.”

You laughed at that. “Didn’t you told me they were very funny?” you asked with a risen eyebrow.

“They used to be, but now they only interrogate me.”

“What for?” you questioned as you grinned, feeling the excitement to meet his family grow.

“They think I’m in love. Feyre said she sees it in my eyes,” he said, rolling said eyes in sarcastic disdain.

You cocked your head, questioning him with a wordless remark. He understood and gived you a smart smirk, adding, “And she is right. I am in love.”

“Then I think it’s only fair you show her she was right all along, isn’t it?”

He suddenly took you in his arms like he always does before taking off flying. You bursted out laughing in excitement when he walked to the terrace. He really was taking you to the dinner.

“My mate is just so fair and kind…” he mocked with a gentle voice.

“She is. And she also is very funny,” you added, matching his cocky grin with one of your own.

“They will love you," he said, almost in wonder.

You blushed at the thought. You could not deny you were growing nervous.

“Good. Because I love you,” you murmured.

Your mate leaned in to peck your forehead. And as he took off flying, the nervousness dissipated, and your heart filled instead with the love you had for Azriel.

-Characters by Sarah J Maas

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[dreamwritersworld]

Disconnected. (Sully family x reader)

she may have seemed peaceful to Mo’ak on the outside but inside…Y/n was going through war. She never liked resting because her dreams always haunted her…

*y/n’s dreams*

The forest was filled with an Erie silence…water droplets falling onto the muddy floor..traces of footprints imprinted.

Mo’at’s voice caught Y/n’s attention…it didn’t terrify her own grandmother that her granddaughter was walking in blood..

“Do you blame yourself?”

Y/n was taken back and her voice hitched in confusion

“…what?”

“Well it’s quite common for someone like you to feel some kind of…guilt.”

“…what situation?”

The young girl never told anyone about her best friends death. The dead’s child family decided to keep it a secret and protect Y/n’s privacy.

“The accident.”

Y/n was suddenly pulled away back into darkness and drowning in a puddle of her best friends own blood, gasping for air. She yet again had another panic attack.

“Are you tormented by memories?”

Y/n’s final gasp woke her up.

*

The sudden shift back to reality felt sickening. She woke up to Mo’at arguing with Neytiri and Jake.

“How do you go about defining good and evil?!”

Jake was angry, you can hear it in his voice.

“I can tell you right now that child is more good than evil! You are more worried about your reputation than your own kids, and you know it. The same thing as worrying about other people’s opinion instead of your own child!”

“My kids come first to me-“

“Going from one child to the next? Instead of giving them proper time to grow and love them properly? Please.”

“We have a happy household.”

There it is, that same statement Neytiri always makes in different wording. All. The. Time.

Y/n was infuriated sitting there…her grandmother’s saw exactly what she was ashamed of. It brought Y/n to tears, she had to face her own reality.

“Well your kid doesn’t look very happy to me. Really?”

The was a sense of disbelief in Mo’at’s voice, anger and frustration to get snap on her daughter whom she never placed pressure on….

It was visible to everyone, Y/n was broken and she can only be pushed so much till she…well you know how her story would end if she was pushed further.

In that moment all of the screaming and arguing faded away while another’s mind watch Y/n from a far…watched how she cried in frustration unsure on what to do or how to feel when someone like her grandmother finally recognizes her.

Neteyam. Her older brother, he told the rest of the siblings he was going to make sure their home was clear but he lied. Curiosity took the best of him…and watching Y/n show real emotions sent shock waves.

*neteyam’s flashback*

Y/n was always so strange to watch. She was silent and you could never tell what she was feeling.

When I was upset…I usually blinked quicker or shifted but Y/n’s look never showed much. My own little sister was better at everything compared to me, my father just pushed past it. When I was younger and didn’t know better I just figured she was doing everything wrong but now…now I know that’s not true.

So every time father yelled or screamed at me when we were younger, I took it…but it never worked that way for Y/n at the time, when she was younger she couldn’t take it at all. The small tears would fall, the moment she turned around.

“Y/n! Wrong! Again! Are you kidding me? Do better. I don’t know why people don’t say you have confidence. You are the cockiest kid I’ve ever worked with and yet you do everything wrong.”

We watched Y/n train for four hours already…it was now about to be five. She continued but the blood on her fingers didn’t fail to fall like her tears once she looked down at her feet for a small breather.

How can I take it? I wonder. Y/n’s ‘tougher’ than I am. Why can I take it?…and Y/n can’t.

my mind pondered on all the right answers but…then I knew. Training was the only thing Y/n loved and now that passion was gone. Y/n loved training when we were much younger, it gave her thrill until now…

That was the only time I saw Y/n cry. I always believed Y/n was a perfectionist…but looking back at the way our father corrected her every time…it was him not her.

*

So there Y/n was crying while watching her grandmother reveal all her true emotions, for the first time Y/n looked and acted like a child….she resorted back to her younger self.

“You’re making her upset Mother! This is you-“

Y/n spoke up for her grandmother but it was clear in her voice she was exhausted and in pain.

“Im not upset because of grandmother. Im upset because of you. You did this! Throughout my entire childhood you have made me the outcast-“

“Really Y/n? Name one time! I outta tell you kid you better pick your words wisely before your grounded.”

“Again? Is this your solution to everything still?…you just don’t get it. You have always put me again my siblings and constantly perfect me on everything. You have said to me, to a child! the only reason I get complimented on doing everything right is because everyone is delirious. Who does that? You’re awful.”

“You leave right now Y/n! Now! I mean it. I will not have you behaving like this! It’s what you always wanted right?! Go!”

Y/n froze in place and her shoulders fell in defeat…this is what they always wanted, a reason to kick Y/n out.

Mo’at reached out for the now lost girl while her parents just watched.

“Y/n! Don’t disappear, do what you want, as long as you stay with me. I see you my grandchild-“

Those were the exact words Y/n needed until it was cut short with Mo’at falling in her arms. The young girls eyes looked back and forth directly at Mo’at before y/n’s body leaned forward with her grandmothers limp body, falling slowly down with her…letting out the most heart wrenching scream at her grandmothers blood leaking all over her and leaving a stain on her already broken heart.

“Nooooo!!”

Helicopters above shot at the area surrounding them while the village was screaming in the background. Neytiri’s cries were loud before Jake pulled her up to find the other kids.

War was starting. The humans have found their home. Y/n had nothing, nowhere to go. She just wanted a moment of silence.

Sobs were let out while she dragged her grandmother’s body with her sobbing in between rocks begging Eywa to return her.

Mo’at was the only person who understood her and at certain points of their life…they drank poison from the same vine.

!💓!

Going to be honest I don’t know if this is the last part :( I’m so sorry I haven’t been able to produce stories as quickly! I wanted the song to symbolize how mo’at and y/n’s relationship with their parents were very similar and how Y/n was ashamed and saddened by her mother exposing how she truly felt while still being happy that she was now recognized. “I love it and I hate it at the same time.”

I ALSO IMAGINED Y/N’s SCREAM SOUNDING EXACTLY LIKE ROCKET’S FROM GOTG 3

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[beamergirll11]

Relationships And Strangers

Finally you give into your urges but unfortunately someone was watching.

Pairing: You x Ghost

You moaned as the stranger slipped two digits into you. His mouth peppered kisses on your neck as you did your best to conceal what was happening. Bodies smushed together and pressed against the wall with no space between you and him. For a brief moment you thought of everyone inside the bar possibly wondering where you were. It didn’t last because once again lust overtook you.

With your head thrown back your eyes lazily wandered to the side. Your eyes suddenly met familiar ones as a wave of dread rushed through you. There stood Ghost rooted to the ground his posture straightening as his dark eyes stared you down. You went to speak but a moan escaped instead as you threw your head back once more.

Your head snapped back to the side but Ghost was already gone. Within the next few hours you found your way back to your dorm. No one had questioned where you went but Ghost was no longer with them. Waving Soap and Gaz goodnight you entered your bedroom tossing your phone on your desk.

Despite it being almost midnight you had no urge to sleep. Instead embarrassment weighed you down, Ghost had watched and seen you getting fingered by a random stranger. Shame set in, you had never did anything like this ever. Months of loneliness brought you to this point, You needed attention. However you had swore to yourself you would be single because of your line of work.

Maybe you were fooling yourself it wasn’t like you were asexual. You had needs and just like everyone else in the world they needed fulfilled. A hard knock at the door made you shutter, Who could this be at such a late hour. Gaz was your first thought since you both were practically inseparable.

Opening your door you were now looking up at Ghost. Ghost stood there silent staring you down again just like at the bar, “Ghos-?” He didn’t even let you finish.

“Can I come in?” He asked in his normal tone which calmed you slightly. With a nod Ghost was already in your room in fact he seemed rushed. His eyes wandered around your room almost as if he was searching for something or someone…

“So lover boy isn’t here?” He asked facing away.

“Uh…no he’s not…so what do you need?” You asked as you rubbed at your throat feeling your veins standing out on your neck.

“What…what were you thinking just kissing some random civilian?” He scolded.

It felt like a minute before anything else was said, You felt close to hyperventilating. With all the courage you could muster you spoke, “How…how is who I kiss your business or problem?”

A noticeable shift in Ghost occurred as his eyebrows narrowed, “Are you getting smart with me rookie?”

The panic that had once consumed you fades instead you felt irritated, “I guess I am…why are you surprised this isn’t the first time I’ve talked back to you?”

“This is different Y/N!” He spat getting closer.

“No it’s not…Ghost I shouldn’t have to answer to you when it’s about my personal life. We’re not on the field…” when you said this you averted your gaze.

Before anything else could be said your phone went off, it was a message. The glow of your phone brightened the bedroom as you picked it up. Upon clicking you were met with a clear bright photo of the stranger’s dick from earlier. Ghost scoffed loudly from behind you, He had seen the photo.

“You can’t be fucking serious?” Hissed Ghost.

Finally you exploded, “Ghost I’m going to see who I want and fuck who I want!”

Ghost responded quickly now visibly angry, a mask could never hide his anger, “Fine! I just didn’t know you were that kind of girl!”

Your heart sank, “…So I’m a whore?” You asked.

Ghost paused as if he was reconsidering his next sentence, “No…just tell me why…do you even like this guy?”

“It was just a hookup! Ghost I’m lonely! I wanted attention…it’s been awhile okay. I’m a human being…so I’m sorry I’m not some pure princess.” You felt tears well up.

“…You…you shouldn’t just mess with some stranger.”

“Then who?” You asked.

His head tilted as if he was comprehending the fact that you didn’t know the answer, “Me?”

You couldn’t help but laugh and you waited for him to laugh to but he didn’t, “Ha ha ha…” you mocked.

“I’m fucking serious.” Ghost said his body seeming to stiffen as he got closer, to close for comfort.

“Ghost…lieutenant…come on you can’t be serious?”

“I see the way you look at me…I know you see how I look at you. Am I wrong?” His voice almost softened which caused you to swallow hard unsure of how to react.

“Lieutenant sometimes when we train I watch your hands and I want to feel your fingers in ways I shouldn’t. I find myself watching you imagining how full you could make me feel…” you said this feeling your cheeks burn up.

Ghost pulled his mask up so his lips were visible, “Y/N I can give you what you want. I’ve wanted to for so long…”

“But what do you want?”

“You…” almost immediately his lips slammed into yours in a barrage of sloppy kisses. The kisses were rushed but intense causing both of you to almost go feral. He lifted you with ease as you both kissed without pause. A man who was so precise was now fumbling with his belt. Finally his pants dropped, His cock smacking against your thigh with enough force for it to echo in your tiny bedroom.

Suddenly the desperation took over again, “Put it in put it in!” You cried out begging.

With a deep chuckle Ghost reached down and without no effort slid inside you. A scream escaped your saliva ridden mouth, You had never felt so full before, “Fingers could never fill you like my cock can love.”

His hands dipped under your legs, He began to raise you up and down his cock. Wetness from your cunt made it impossible for silence. Each bounce making a squishy sound that grew even wetter, “That’s what you needed…” He moaned, “You just needed my fat cock inside you, eh?”

You nodded as your foreheads melted into one another’s. Gripping his shoulders you started to ride him with as hard as you could. Each bounce felt like he was hitting your very core almost threatening to break it.

“Do you want to cum?” He asked now helping you bounce. Frenzied nods causing Ghost to chuckle almost arrogantly, “No.” He said sternly.

“W-What, Ghost?! Why?!” You asked feeling frustrated.

“You have to ask for it.” He said now pulling you off and on his cock in long slow strides.

“Please…” you begged as your insides milked him.

His eyes almost seemed to grow darker the whites of his eyes being consumed by darkness, “Please what?”

“Please let me fucking cum!” You shouted now feeling close. Ghost reached down playing with your clit as it throbbed. You felt the familiar burning in your stomach, suddenly it hit you started cumming, “Ghost I’m cumming!”

“What are you cumming on?” He teased sending shivers up your spine.

“Your cock I’m cumming all over your cock!” You cried. As you came he shoved your shirt up taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

Ghost’s moans were muffled by your breast as he felt you suffocate his soaked cock with your orgasm. Suddenly he lifted you up, His cock shot long strings of cum on your bottom and on parts of your floor, “Fuck I’m cumming too…”

He collapsed on your bed bringing you down with him. Laughter lazily escaped him as he took long deep breaths. You laid beside watching him, “That was amazing Ghost…”

“Love whenever you want me…you just have to ask.” He smiled at you.

“About…about that…Ghost do you think that’s a good idea?”

Ghost’s eyebrows furrowed, “It’s our life…we can do whatever we want.” He said his tone confused.

“We…” You said almost in a whisper this caused Ghost to sit up.

“Yes…we…what the fuck are you saying?” As usual despite the mask you could tell his confusion was turning into frustration.

“Ghost…you know how I feel about relationships.”

This was true you had confined in him, Gaz and Konig about your fear of relationships, “So you didn’t want me? You wanted sex…you don’t want all of me?”

You remained silent guilt rising as you tried to push away responsibility. Before it happened you were aware of the doubts, the fear. However during it was endless bliss and there was no way you could deny that you were attracted to him. Words wouldn’t come out as Ghost yanked up his pants standing clipping his belt, “ Ghost wait let’s talk.” You managed to get out.

“Y/N I need to go.” He said coldly pulling his mask the whole way down.

Ghost walked to the door grabbing the knob only to freeze, “I wanted you Y/N for so long now you made me feel like a fucking fool.” The door rattled the things on your desk as it slammed.

[jimblejamblewritings]

Our Violent Delights Will Not Have Violent Ends: The Twilight Saga Rewrite (Book 1, Twilight) | Part 2.

Summary: Y/N Swan is just like every other girl and she likes it that way. Normal is fantastic. Normal creates a functioning member of society. Normal is the reason she moved to a small town to live with her police officer father... only to find out that she gets the farthest thing from what she wanted. This is a re-write of Twilight.

Warnings for the Series: light violence, light angst, light smut

Warnings for the Chapter: none

Pairing: Edward Cullen x reader, Jacob Black x reader

Word Count: 3.4k

The entirety of the lunch period, you couldn’t find the stomach to eat much. Your bowl of tomato soup only had a few spoonfuls taken out of it. But all the saltine crackers were gone. You had gone over and over in your head what you would say to Edward. Now that he was here, you couldn’t remember anything. You had never been in a real confrontation anymore. You took a glance at his table again. 

He looked different than before. Not terribly different, but enough that you noticed. His skin looked less pale and less stretched over his skeleton. The dark circles underneath his eyes aren’t there anymore either. Now, you could see why people said he looked perfect. 

The bell rang and you silently cursed. You couldn’t have been given more time? Reluctantly, you went with Eric and Mike to your biology class. Eric and you looked over when Mike started frantically digging in his backpack. 

“Ah, shit. Hey, tell Mr. Donoghue that I left my textbook in my car and I’m going to get it.” 

“Okay.” 

Mike ran as fast as possible while the two of you continued going to class. Eric sighed before turning to face you as you stood right in front of the doorway to bio class. 

“Hey, so, about prom, I’m the one in charge of communicating with the dj. I’ve lived my whole life here so I know my music choice sucks so I’m gonna need your playlist.” 

“Okay, when?” you asked as you pulled out yout phone to jot down that note. 

“As long as it’s before the month ends, that’s cool. And then dates…  I was wondering do you think Ang—” 

“How you liking the rain, Arizona?” Mike shook out his baseball cap that got soaked in the rain from the run to his car. 

“Guys! Class is about to start. Please take your seats,” Mr. Donoghue cut off whatever Eric was trying to say. If it was important, he’d get back to you later. 

Unfortunately, his lab partner and your lab partner were back so you had to sit with Edward Cullen. There was a slight smile on his face as you walked towards your lab bench. Before you got a chance to say the prepared speech, he spoke. 

“Hello. I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself the other day. I’m Edward Cullen.” His voice was smooth like coffee and somewhat low in its sound. “You’re Y/F/N Swan, right?”  

“Y/N.” 

You didn’t give him a chance to say anything else, turning your head to listen to Mr. Donoghue’s lesson. He must have been in cahoots with the universe because his assignment was partner work. The prize? A golden onion that has no value until he comes up with what it stands for. At least only one person could look through the microscope at a time. Edward pushed the device towards you. 

“Ladies, first.” 

“Why were you gone?” You looked in the microscope. “And it better be a good answer too… It’s prophase.” 

“Mind if I check?...Yeah, I was out of town for a couple days. It’s prophase.” 

“Like I said and the empty chair next to me told me that much.” 

“Personal reasons.” 

“Do personal reasons involve rude interactions?” 

“Uh, no. I’m sorry about that. It wasn’t the best day for me before you showed up to class.”  

“Apology accepted, I guess.” 

“So are you enjoying the rain?... What?”

You tried to stop laughing. “You’re asking me about the weather?” 

“Yeah, I guess I am.” 

“Well, no, not really. I’m not really a fan of any cold or wet place.” 

Edward chuckled as he checked another slide. 

“What?” 

“Nothing.” He shook his head. “It’s anaphase.” 

“Mind if I check… Anaphase.” 

“Like I said,” he joked. “If you don’t like the rain then why did you move to the wettest place in the continental United States?” 

“Baseball.” 

“Baseball? It’s also anaphase. Do you want to check it?” 

“No, I believe you.” 

Edward listened intently as you retold your story to yet another person about why you were in Forks, asking questions when necessary. You guys continued to do your work and talk. He carried the golden onion prize as he escorted you to your locker. 

“Why didn’t you move with your mother and Phil?” 

“Moving once means moving again. Phil could get a second contract next year and we’d be in California or Maine or some stupid place like Delaware.” 

“But now you’re unhappy staying here?” 

“It’s complicated.” 

Edward paused. “I’m sorry, I’m asking too much. I’m just trying to figure you out. You’re very difficult for me to read.” 

“Well, asking questions like a normal human bei— hey, did you get contacts?” 

“No.” 

“I swear your eyes were black last time I saw you, now it’s like a golden brown color.” 

“Uh, no. It’s the fluorescents.” 

He walked away before you could say anything else. You didn’t see Edward until school ended and you went to your truck. He and his siblings seemed to be looking directly at you but you thought you were just being paranoid. You turned back around to dig through your bag for your keys. The screeching of tires caught your attention but it was too late. Tyler’s van was barrelling towards you and your feet couldn’t seem to move. 

Now was not the time to find out that your flight or fight response was the dreaded third option of freeze. You could see Edward, four cars away, staring at you in horror. His mouth dropped open. The same as all the other faces that were about to witness your death. Almost everything moved in slow motion.

The hunk of blue metal slid towards you, you felt something grab your waist, you were pulled down to the ground, and a pale hand was on the van that wasn’t hitting you. You stared at the dent in the metal caused by the hand before turning your head to make eye contact with Edward. 

He stared at you for a moment before letting go of you and running away. You were suddenly surrounded by people asking if you were alright. None of them seemed to have noticed Edward wasn’t there. The next thing you knew, you blacked out. 

The lights of the hospital were blinding when you finally came to your senses. The door opened with a vengeance and in strolled your very anxious father. He wouldn’t calm down no matter how much you tried to speak with him, threatening Tyler’s license and everything. It’s not like it was his fault his tires skidded on ice. You mouthed an apology before shutting the small curtain that divided the two hospital beds. 

“Dad, Dad I’m fine. Okay? I was lucky that Edward was there, no injuries.” 

“Edward?” Charlie turns to Dr. Cullen. “Your boy?” 

You cut in before the doctor could even get the chance to say anything. It seemed like he was going to lie. 

“Yeah, he got to me so quickly.” 

Dr. Cullen gave you a tight smile. “It sounds like you were very lucky. You just need to sign some paperwork, Charlie, and then you are good to go.” 

After Charlie signed the paperwork, he went to warm up the car before we had to drive to the school to get my car and then drive home. You turned the corner to one of the vending machines when you stopped after seeing Carlisle, Edward, and Rosalie talking with each other. It didn’t seem like a friendly conversation either. They were definitely arguing. As if they could hear you just breather, the three of them turned towards you. 

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” you asked. 

Edward looked reluctantly as he made his way towards you. “What?” 

“How did you get over to me so quickly?” 

“Y/N, what are you talking about? I was standing right next to you.” 

“No, you weren’t. Don’t try to lie through this either. You were across the parking lot. I know what I saw.” 

“And what was that?” 

“You stopped the van with your hand.” 

Edward’s somewhat amused face turned cold. “Well no one is going to believe you anyway. Can’t you just thank me and we just drop it?” 

“Thank you.” 

“You aren’t going to let this go, are you?” 

“Not at all,” I tell him, determined. 

“Well, I hope you enjoy disappointment.” 

You went home that night with more questions than answers and the oddly sneaking suspicion that someone was watching you. You went to the bathroom and took your shower while thinking about how Edward stopped the van. So far, you had no concrete answers. You went to bed without any answers as well. Although you did wake up in the middle of night after having a strange dream about Edward. 

You tried to not think about that as you went to school the next day. The buses were already up front when you parked, ready for the field trip that you were positive wasn’t going to be very fun. Edward and his siblings, Alice and Jasper, walked past you. Mike popped up in front of you. 

“Hey, you’re alive, Arizona!” 

“You need more than a van to take me down.” 

The two of you laugh as you hi-fived. 

“So I was wondering, are you going to prom?” 

“Um, I don’t know yet. Charlie said I get two free no questions asked days if I go but me and dancing… it’s not pretty.” 

“Well, do you know if Jess is going?” 

“Mike!” you gasped. “Are you trying to ask Jessica out?” 

“Lower your voice, please. Okay, I may have had a small crush on her since we were seven and I am choosing to ask out my very good friend to prom.” 

“She’s going. I’m going dress shopping with her and Ang next weekend.” 

“Okay. Okay, cool.” Mike walked off before coming right back. “Do you think she likes me?” 

“Most definitely.” 

“Sweet. Thanks, Y/N/N. You’re the best.” 

He got on one of the buses while you got on the other. Tyler sat next to you, plugging your headphones into the jack on his phone. You nodded along to Blue October’s “Hate Me” as it played. The two of you didn’t talk at all but stared out the window like you were in a music video and listened to music until you reached your destination. 

The greenhouse was… interesting. That was the nicest way you could put it. Maybe it would have been nicer if you all weren’t cramped in the small walkway between the plants. Mr. Molina and Mr. Donoghue were trying their hardest to get people to water the plants or give them soil. 

“Now, I’m gonna make a steaming cup of compost tea.” 

He handed it to Eric. You laughed as you heard a very panicked yell. 

“No! Don’t drink it! It’s for the plants.” 

“What’s a no questions asked day?” a deep voice behind you asked. 

You nearly jumped out of your skin. Turning around, you saw the classic peacoat and never out of place hair of Edward Cullen. When had he even come up behind you? 

“You know you’re not helping your case. How’d you even hear that?” 

“You didn’t answer my question.” 

“Dude, you never answer any of mine. You don’t even say hi.”

“Hi.” 

“Please try to act less like a human. Are you gonna tell me anything? Preferably about the other day.”  

“Yeah. I had an adrenaline rush,” he said clinically. “It’s very common. You can Google it.” 

You paused and looked at him. “You’re a terrible liar. And a no question day is when I tell Charlie I need to do something or go somewhere and he asks no questions. It’s a mutual trust betwe—” 

You tripped but felt air and two cold hands grab you instead of feeling your face kiss pavement. 

“Careful,” Edward said as he set you upright again. 

“Thanks. So are you going to answer any of my other questions?” 

“Um. Ma—” 

“Y/N/N!” Jess stepped in between you two. “Guess who just asked me to prom?” 

Edward took the opportunity to slip away. 

“Who?” you feigned ignorance. 

“Mike! I’ve been hoping since forever but like he actually asked me.” 

You and Jess talked the entire way out of the greenhouse and onto the buses, forgetting about Edward and wanting to ask him more questions until it was too late. You weren’t going to think about him for the rest of the day. You had a father-daughter/mother-son date with Charlie, Jacob’s mom, and Jacob. Which meant going to a restaurant because both Charlie and Sarah worked long hours and weren’t going to cook. And Billy was doing his physical therapy for walking so there was no way anyone would force him to cook. 

You went to pick up Jacob at his school while his mom picked up Charlie from the station. He was still inside when you reached the school. It felt stupid signing the visitors clipboard when the school day was already over but you did it anyway just in case. When you made it to a hangout area for students you spotted Jake with his friends. 

You’d like to say they were your friends too but you never got very close with them over the summer. Embry usually went somewhere with his mom, Quil’s grandfather kept inside most of the time, and Seth had sports.

And their acquaintances you knew even less. Paul and Jared were always one grade level above you all and hung out with themselves. Sam didn’t seem to like any of you despite being only a couple years older than you and having even a smaller age gap with Paul. And Leah didn’t come around because either her loser younger brother was there or Sam was there which sucked because you wanted another girl around. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Embry said as you turned the corner. 

“Hi, guys. Jake, you ready?”  

“Yeah. See you guys later.” 

He nodded at his friends before getting up to stand next to you. Your fingers twitched as he intertwined them with his own. He rolled his eyes at the wolf whistles from his friends, laughing when you threw up a middle finger while the two of you walked away. 

“So where are we going?” you asked. 

“Who picked last summer?” 

“Charlie.” 

“Oh, nice, so it’s my turn.” Jacob looked something up on his phone. “Smuggler’s Bar and Grill, sound good? It’s in Port Angeles though.” 

You shrugged. “Eh, I’ve already finished all my homework and Charlie doesn’t go back to work until the graveyard shift. Go ahead and text them our choice.” 

Your truck pulled out of the school parking lot and headed towards the highway. Jacob fiddled with the radio for at least one decent station while you drove the hour it took just to get to Port Angeles. Honestly, you didn’t mind the time. The drive, surrounded by trees, was comforting. Especially with your best friend. 

If you and Jake weren’t singing to songs, you were gossiping about school. There was no need to catch up on anything else. Jake was one of the few people you texted nearly everyday despite being so far away most of the year — including the fact that he had a secret girlfriend for three years. Whenever he wanted to get her a present, he would text you what it was and would pretend he was sending it to you so Billy and Sarah wouldn’t get suspicious. It worked. They didn’t find out even after the two broke up. 

You guys pulled into the restaurant and waited for your parents to show up. Like you predicted, Sarah already analyzed the entire menu and knew what she wanted to order. Jake held up his phone. 

“They said they’re twenty minutes away and the food takes that long to prepare so order for them.” 

“I’m surprised she got Charlie to pick something ahead of time.” 

The two of you went in and got a table like they said. The host smiled a bit too sweetly as they called over a waiter. You and Jacob looked at each other and came to the same conclusion at the same time, silently gagging. There was no way they thought that you guys were on a date. Absolutely not. Was it because you were holding hands? The two of you pulled apart but the damage was already done. 

The waiter sat you down at what you could tell was the restaurant’s nicest booth by the best window that would let you look out onto the water. He handed you the menus and left to give you alone time to think. 

“Just gross, no offense,” you said. 

Jacob shrugged. “None taken. I would never date you, you’re, like, my friend.” 

“Same. Too weird… Do you think they’ll give us free dessert if we are though?” 

“Do you want to play it up?” 

“Absolutely.” 

Jacob gave you a smile you had never seen before but assumed he must have given to his girlfriend. He laid his hand across the table for you to grab. You took it with no problem — Jake’s hands were always warm and still a bit soft since he wore gloves when he worked on cars and bikes. His thumb stroked the back of your hand and he set the menu down to look at you. Almost like magic, or like they’ve been secretly watching, the wait staff came over. 

“Are you two ready to order?” he asked as he set down two glasses of water. 

“Ladies first,” Jake let go of your hand, ready to scoop up your menu when you finished speaking. 

“Um, does the shrimp scampi have a smell?” you asked in fake concern, hoping the waiter would catch on to teen angst of potential bad breath before a first kiss. 

“Oh, no, I got you, honey.” He had a noticeable southern accent. “What do you want to drink?” 

“Iced Tea, please. Oh, and a Caesar salad with ranch dressing.” 

“Got it. And for the young sir?”

“I’ll take the Not Your Mother’s Mac and Cheese along with a lemonade. Oh, and our parents are chaperoning but they’re a little late. Can we get them one clam chowder and one Hawaiian chicken sandwich both with Ruby tonics? What is a ruby tonic?” 

“Oh, I’m so glad you kids are too young to know what it is. Your food will be ready in a minute.” 

He took the menus and walked away. You could hear him gossip to the rest of the staff about chaperones. Jacob grabbed your hand again, giving it a peck. 

“You know he’s totally gonna bring you breath mints. Did you really ask if the shrimp would smell?” 

“Hey, I had to sell it. What brand do you think it’ll be?” 

Jake kissed your hand again. “Lifesavers. They scream not obvious for teenagers asking.” 

“You say this from experience?” 

“Ehh with Elle a couple of times.” 

“Really? I can’t believe you had your first kiss and girlfriend and I couldn’t even get a date for homecoming. You’re still a virgin right?” 

“Yes. I am still a loser virgin.” 

“Hey, I’m a virgin.” 

“Well then in that case virginity rocks.” 

You and Jacob cheered and clinked glasses before laughing when you were unable to hold it anymore. He moved over to your side since the two of you would have to be sitting together anyway once Charlie and Sarah showed up. He took the opportunity to sling his arm around you while you snuggled up to him. The two of you could clearly hear awes. 

“If we actually get free dessert,” Jacob whispered. “We need to do this more often.”  

Your parents came in exactly when the food came out. They looked at the two of you weirdly as you awkwardly broke apart. You shook your head before Charlie could say anything. They went with it like you had asked.  Your parents could do absolutely nothing but shake their heads and smile as the waiter brought out free cinnamon rolls in to-go boxes for not just you and Jacob but for the “chaperones” as well. 

You guys left a generous tip, cleaned up the table, and left the restaurant. You and Jacob clinked the to-go boxes together. 

“Here’s to fake boyfriends.” 

“Here’s to fake girlfriends.”

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idk if you're still writing the post-cemetry scene fic with pining eddie (idk if i'm describing it right) but i would love to hear more about it/see a snippet or too if you feel so inclined 👀

someone asking about angsty pining fic in the month of our lord april 2024? this was such a lovely surprise 😭 i'm gonna be honest with u anon i'm likely not going to publish 911 fic again BUT because you asked so nicely i'll give you a few older snippets from my draft:

Eddie sighs, breaking the stare. “You have a key, you know,” he says finally. “Feel free to come join me whenever you want.” He turns on his heel and walks back inside to finish his goddamn brownies, leaving Buck standing in the doorway.  It’s silent for a few minutes. He’s in the middle of measuring a tablespoon of espresso powder when Buck steps into the kitchen and shuts the door behind him. Eddie feels the weight of Buck’s gaze on him as he folds the powder into his brownie mixture, but he doesn’t turn to meet his eye until Buck speaks.  “Is that…” Buck falters. He clears his throat. “Is that my recipe?”  “Yeah,” Eddie says gruffly. “Chris asked me to make it. Said he wanted to share it with his friends when they come over tomorrow for their playdate.”  Buck snorts. “Man, you can’t call it that. Chris nearly bit my head off last time I tried. Kept reminding me that ‘playdates are for kids, Buck,’ and that he’s not a kid anymore.”  Buck emphasizes that last bit with air quotes, and Eddie can’t help but grin at that. But his smile fades instantly, remembering the somber look on Buck’s face when he’d opened the door. He highly doubts that Buck came over just to commiserate about the trials and tribulations of watching Christopher grow up.  Eddie bites the bullet. “Why are you here, Buck?”  Buck shifts nervously. He shrugs and looks away from Eddie. “I — I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to answer that. You’ve never asked me that before.”  Eddie scrubs at his face. “I've never had to ask you that, Buck. Things are different now. You’ve been busy.” 

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“Wow,” Buck says acidly, all traces of heartbreak gone. “I’ve never heard that one before.”  Eddie frowns. “What?”  “Really, Eddie?” Buck’s voice cracks on the last syllable. He shakes his head. “Unbelievable. Just — unbelievable.” “Buck — what are you talking about?”  “We were just trying to protect you, Evan," Buck mocks. "You were never supposed to find out. We kept it from you because we love you. Any of that sound familiar to you?” Eddie’s breath hitches on the word love, because he doesn’t know, he can’t know, but then —  Oh.  Fuck.

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Buck: We’ll get through this just like everything else. I promise. It’ll be okay.  Buck: Eddie, did you eat enough today? Should I come by and bring you some food? Buck: You know you’re still my best friend, right? That’s never going to change, Eddie. Never.  He reacts with a thumbs up or a tap-back heart on most of the messages, too exhausted to do anything else. He replies with a thumbs down to the message about food, certain that he wouldn’t be able to handle seeing Buck so soon. He knows he’ll have to face him in person eventually, but his tired, broken heart just wants to postpone it as much as he can.  The last one, though, is a balm that both soothes and agitates Eddie’s burning, aching heart, and he taps out a brief, Thank you, you too. Always, in response. It feels like too much and not enough all at once, and Eddie wishes once again that he was a little better at resisting Buck, that he didn’t feel that need to reply to his every message lest Buck worry even more about him. The only one he actually acknowledges is a message that comes in at 2:43 AM on Sunday. As he opens the message, Eddie absentmindedly wonders if Buck’s having a hard time falling asleep for the same reason as him. Probably.  It’s a link to a new exhibit at the Griffith Observatory, accompanied by a text that reads: Can I take Christopher here next weekend? Eddie squeezes back tears as he replies with a brief, Of course, and puts his phone down, letting the darkness swallow him again. 

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Hen beats him to it. “What happened, Buck? I thought you really liked her. Weren’t you planning to introduce her to Maddie and Chimney next week?”  “Not anymore,” Buck mutters. “I broke up with her.”  “What?” Eddie snaps head snaps up. “Why?”  Buck doesn’t meet his gaze, his lip quivering. The rest of their team is watching them, eyes darting back and forth, and Buck blinks hesitantly before swallowing down a sip of coffee. He wipes the cream off of his upper lip and looks Eddie in the eye.  “You know why,” Buck whispers. 

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forty days and forty nights (day two!)

(so i’ve figured out that this is probably gonna be a decently long series? total slowburn. i’ll be writing oneshots by day, so like, every day he comes in i’ll be writing y’all’s interactions and we’ll see how it goes. happy reading :)

(read them all here!)

the same familiar jingle of the coffee shop door caused you to look up, somewhat more excitedly than usually, partly because it was a slow (the most exciting thing you’d done was brew a new pot of coffee about ten minutes ago), mundane sort of day at the coffee shop, and partly because you were secretly hoping dynamight would come back.

he did.

a familiar head of wild blond hair and a scowling face half-hidden by a scarf trudged up to the counter.

“medium black coffee.” he stated, not bothering to make it sound like a request.

“coming right up. for dynamight?” you question.

“yeah.”

“alright, it’ll just be a couple minutes.” you smile. dynamight didn’t reply, only plopped himself down on a barstool. was it the same one as yesterday, you wondered? given that he came in at the same time he did yesterday, you imagined it was likely. he seemed like the sort of guy who likes routine.

you slide dynamight his coffee with another sweet smile.

“another tiring day?” you ask, organizing the pastry display next to the countertop.

“yeah. fuckin’ sidekicks dunno how to do shit these days. one of ‘em’s slow as fuck, another one can’t do shit without getting told fifteen times...” the way he said it made him seem old. the internet told you he was your age, though.

“how’d they do back in your day?” you tease.

“tch! fuck off.” dynamight rolled his eyes. “you’re young, too. don’t act like you’re older than me.”

“i am older than you.” you retort. dynamight choked on his coffee and you instantly feel bad for saying that. “are you okay??”

“i’m fine.” dynamight coughed before calming down. “there’s no way in hell you’re older than me, that’s all.”

“only by a couple months.” you shrug.

“why do you know my birthday, you weird fuck?” dynamight nearly bared his teeth.

“well,” you begin, your cheeks heating up, already embarrassed to be admitting to your late night endeavors, “you seem surprised that i didn’t know who you were yesterday. so i searched you up.” you already knew your cheeks were splotched with pink as dynamight narrowed his eyes.

“so you’re pretty famous, then. it’s no wonder you were surprised i didn’t know who you are.” you attempt to make conversation that diverted his attention from your potentially creepy habits.

“yeah, i’m the number one hero in japan.” he grunted in reply, taking another sip of his coffee.

“that’s incredible. thank you for what you do.” another smile. your mouth would probably hurt by the time he was gone, but you didn’t mind.

“it’s nothin’.”

“it’s more than nothing. you’re the best out of hundreds, maybe thousands of heroes in japan. that’s no small feat.” you reply earnestly. “so why did you become a hero?” dynamight was silent for a moment, before answering.

“you know all might?”

“of course i do. who doesn’t?” dynamight seemed irked at this.

“i don’t know, maybe ‘cuz you live under a fuckin’ rock?” he snapped back.

“sorry,” you smile (again) apologetically. “but to be fair, we all grew up knowing all might as number one. you haven’t exactly been number one for as long as him.”

“yeah, whatever.” he spat. “i’m still the best. and i’ll be better than him.”

“is that why you’re a hero?” you ask curiously.

“yeah. i’m gonna beat all might and beat deku.”

“deku? the number two hero?” you tilt your head.

“yes, the number two hero.” dynamight grumbled.

“you have a rivalry with him or something, right?” you ask, trying to recall the particular interview where dynamight scowled at the mention of deku, similarly to what he was doing now.

“or something.” he muttered.

“that must be fun.” you laugh lightly. dynamight rolled his eyes.

“can’t stand him. just like i can’t stand any of those other extras.”

“extras?” you repeat. you’d heard him use the term before, in the interviews.

“yeah, extras.”

“why are they extras?” you ask curiously. dynamight scoffed.

“because they don’t matter.”

“oh, i see.” although you’re tempted to get into a debate about morals, personal philosophy, etc, you were technically still working, so, no arguments.

not that you would have time for one, anyway, because dynamight stood up and set his mug down, finished. he gave a brief nod of acknowledgement.

“later.” he grunted before lumbering out, the little bell still chiming merrily.

“it’s more than nothing. you’re the best out of hundreds, maybe thousands of heroes in japan. that’s no small feat.”

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Chapter Four (Part 2)

I see Kelly before she sees me when we arrive back to the quays. She’s perched alone on  top of an empty picnic table with her feet on the seats, arms crossed looking as pissed off as I’ve ever seen her look. I am only beginning to wonder where Claire is when I spot her. She’s with Shane and his friends at the other bench and they’re all joking around and chatting animatedly while Kelly seethes behind them, and I feel itchy just looking at her. How can Claire just go on normally like that while Kelly is so clearly fuming? Her emotions are like an aura around her, and I find her anger impossible to ignore, especially when it’s directed towards me. 

Claire spots me as Liam and I walk towards them and she waves and calls my name. About eight pairs of eyes turn to look at us then and I fight my automatic inclination to wiggle my hand out of his. Lighter boy is looking at me, and for a split second our eyes meet before mine dart away, I’m too timid for the intensity of him. 

“Man, Liam. Good to see you.” Shane is getting up from the bench to shake my date’s hand and pull him into a hug. Shane grins down at me from his six foot height and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more like a little girl. “Out on a little date are we, Evie?” I feel my whole face burning up. Why does he have to say it like that? 

He throws a good natured arm around me and gently punches Liam’s arm. “You better look after this one, sure, Kelly and I have known her since we were babies, she’s like my other little sister at this stage. A way quieter, less annoying one.” He glances over at the still furious Kelly and she sticks out her tongue at him. I wonder again what happened to her while I was gone.

Shane brings Liam and I over to his table of friends, and I’m not really surprised to find that they all seem to know Liam. All of these summers-on-the-beach kids do, they’ve been living in their own little ecosystem for years and sharing a history together of first drinks and first kisses, bike rides, ice creams in the sun, bonfires and night time swims. I stand silently as they talk to each other, and then I feel Claire’s hands pulling me towards her. 

“How did it go?” She says quietly. 

I shrug. “Good, I think.”

“What happened?”

“We just walked a bit. Then we sat and talked.”

She raises her eyebrow dubiously. “Is that it? No kiss? But you were holding hands.”

I look around me quickly to make sure that nobody else is listening to us, and thankfully everyone is busy. “Okay yeah, we kissed.”

“Was it nice?”

I nod.

“So what now? Are you going to hang out again?”

“I don’t know yet, he didn’t mention anything about wanting to, but he wanted to hold my hand so I suppose that probably means something.”

“Yeah it means that he definitely likes you.”

I smile. “Do you think so?”

“Eh, Duh.” She grins and claps her hands together. “This is so exciting!”

“It makes me nervous.” I admit. 

“I know, but it’s supposed to feel like that. Being a bit nervous is good.”

I smile weakly. “He’s cute… isn’t he?”

“He’s really cute.”

I glance over my shoulder quickly at Kelly, because I can still feel the atmospheric rage that’s encompassing her and it’s making my skin prickle. Thankfully, she doesn’t look back at me. She’s staring off into the distance now so I don’t have to incur her wrath through her seething gaze. 

“What’s wrong with Kelly?” I whisper. 

“Is there something wrong with her?” Claire looks over at our friend surprised. I’m dumbfounded. How can she not have noticed this already? But she just shrugs. “I don’t know, I suppose she might have been a bit snappy when we ran into Shane. She said that she didn’t want to come over and talk to him or something so I think she’s maybe worried that he’ll cramp her style.” 

“You just left her on her own?” I’m not trying to be accusatory, I just didn’t realise that going against what Kelly wanted was an option. 

Claire seems rightfully confused. “Yeah… I did. She’s an actual adult now and she can be left on her own.” She glances back over at her. “If she’s mad about it then that isn’t my problem.”

“I think I should go over to her.”

“Do you want to go over?”

“No.”

“Then why would you go over? Stay here with us. Have you met everybody? They’re all so nice and friendly. Leave her be.” She reaches out and touches Shane’s shoulder, which makes him immediately snap around to her like he’s been electrocuted.

“Evie hasn’t met your friends before.” She tells him. “So can you introduce her?”

“Yeah of course.” He stands up and with a hand on my back he forcefully pushes me to the head of the table where everybody can see me. “Lads, this is Evie by the way. She’s another one of Kelly’s friends from home in Tullamore.” 

There are four people at the table excluding Liam. At the top there is Kasper; a skinny boy with buzzed blonde hair who isn’t wearing anything but a pair of shorts. He has an accent that I recognise as polish, and when he smiles at me I am disarmed by the gap between his front teeth. Across from him is Joe, a freckled guy who sort of reminds me of a young Adam Sandler. He has a lazy smile and sleepy eyes and I feel somehow completely sure in the moment that we meet that he is a stoner. Then to his left I’m introduced to Jen, the red haired girl I’d seen on the deck. She’s very nice, but I find myself intimidated by her and how grown up she seems to me. She has a silver ring in her nose and big hoop earrings dangling from her lobes. Her makeup is so nice, thick black wings extend out as far as the edges of her eyebrows, and it makes her look like a cat. Bangles jingle on her wrist when she waves at me. 

Then finally, we get to him. He is sitting across from Jen down at the end of the table, and I am trying to seem as cool as possible as I am introduced to him. Light as a breeze, like I hadn’t even noticed him sitting there the whole time. Like my palms aren’t sweating as though I’m about to meet the most good looking person I’ve ever seen in real life. As I take a good look at him I kind of want to shake my head in disbelief. Real boys don’t look like this, no Irish boy has skin like that or… teeth as alarmingly white as that. It’s ridiculous to the point that it kind of makes me angry.  He gives me a half smile and points his thumb to himself. “Jude.” is all he says. 

“Good to meet you.” I say. 

“Good to meet you too.” 

He’s not Irish, I realise. That isn’t an Irish accent. Or is it? I can’t decide what it is, not quite Irish, but not really anything else immediately identifiable. 

Claire breaks my train of thought. “Shane was telling me about the house they’ve all been staying in.” She says to me, “It sounds unreal. It’s way up the beach where all those modern mansion places are, they’ve got a big outdoor deck and a fire and everything.”

I avoid saying Oh yeah I’ve seen it already, I was actually up there the other week standing inexplicably in the marram grass and looking at it under the cloak of darkness, and opt instead for the more neutral “Sounds cool.”

“It’s Jude’s parents’ holiday house.” Shane explains. “They’ve been sound and let us have it to ourselves.”

“As a consolation for having no money to go abroad.” Says Jen. “Imagine, we could be on Lake Como instead.”

Claire goes on “You were just saying though, Shane, that we could go up and hang out with ye all some time?” 

He scratches the back of his neck and shuffles his feet awkwardly when she says this, and I wonder if he was trying to invite her and not anybody else. Jen speaks before he can though. “Ugh, yes please.” She says. “I’m getting sick of hanging out with only boys, so I’d be delighted if the two of you came up to visit.”

“Maybe three of us?” I say, looking back at Kelly again. 

“If she’ll be seen with us.” Shane says snidely and loudly enough for her to hear, and I try to make sure that she can see that I’m not laughing along with everyone else.

“Four of you,” says Jude looking amused, “Including Liam?” 

 “Oh yeah, well, obviously I thought that went without saying.”

“Why don’t ye come over tomorrow evening?” Jen suggests. “It’s meant to be another nice day so we can hang out on the deck and maybe have a barbeque down on the beach. It’s actually so quiet down there after seven, nobody is ever there to disturb us.”

“Perfect.” Says Claire. “We can’t wait.”

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RoseGold AU/The Snake Hero AU (i havent decided yet </3 /vlh) "oneshit" thing :3

all the context is in the story <3

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…Now how exactly did Gold get here? Cornered by a corrupt pyramid monster, at complete risk of being shattered to sharp little pieces if he tried anything.

The pyramid looked eerily a lot like Pyrare, too, he thought.

But. Now definitely wasn’t the time to think about that part.

It was like a standoff of some sort– both were watching the other like a hawk. Ready to retaliate within the blink of an eye if the other moved even a single inch.

Gold briefly thought about calling out for the others (why, just why did he have to get so focused on that yellow-colored snake carving in that window?)– but he immediately shoved that idea away. That would elicit an attack from the pyramid, most likely.

And he was way more than 100% sure that he was not able to take on a monster like this alone.

And so…

He watched.

Carefully.

Then– the pyramid spoke.

“I’ve been looking for you, Gold.”

Gold felt a shiver go down his spine at the tone of voice. And– how…

“How do you know my name?” He demanded, quietly.

“Dub told me. Besides… Most of the corrupts are quite familiar with at least one of your names,” the pyramid replied. He still stared down at Gold as he continued. “In fact… I’m not here to hurt you like all of the others.”

Something in the back of Gold’s mind was telling him that something was very wrong here.

He needed to tread carefully here.

“Then what are you here for…?”

“I’m here to… Recruit you.”

…What?

“No.” Gold snapped, surprising himself with how quick his response was. “I’m a Hero. I’m meant to stop what you are infected with. I–… I’m not going to turn my back on the Trees of Life.”

The pyramid shook his head slowly. Disapprovingly. “I’m no ordinary corrupt, Gold. I’m sure you know my father… You’re quite close with him, from what I’m told.”

Gold paused. He quickly understood…

“…Barracuda?”

“Yep.” Barracuda hummed. “Clever boy.”

Gold paused again at the praise. He sighed. “I…”

Before he could find the words and continue his sentence, Barracuda spoke. “I presume you’ve always wondered who exactly I am? I am your brother… After all.”

“Well– yeah… But, I…”

“You have a chance to do exactly that, then.”

Gold looked up at Barracuda, his eyes wide as he genuinely debated his options…

“You won’t be gone from your group for long. In fact… You’ll still be with them every single second. You’ll only be… A ‘messenger’, one would say.

…So.

What do you say, brother?”

Gold stayed silent for a moment. Something in the back of his head was screaming at him, ‘NO! DON’T TRUST HIM! RUN!’, but…

…‘Brother’…

He inhaled deeply.

“I’m in.”

[lilacsareinbloomagain]

i can’t explain it but i am OBSESSED with the way you write Yan! Sky! But i’ve been wondering if we could get more Yan! Warriors?? Small little idea from me.. but maybe Warriors tries to upstage Sky’s date? Like, maybe he picks/buys flowers for Reader and gives them the flowers in front of Sky?? Readers reaction is up to you!!

Sorry if it’s an abrupt ask, but i just absolutely love your writing!! Take care!!

I'm so happy you like my writing! Take care you too! Thank you for requesting :]

Notes: To be fair I think I really left Warriors out in the last parts, this time Sky will be second and Warriors first! Let's see how this develops together because I sure didn't plan any of this.

Once again, this is TECHNICALLY a part 3 of the Kabedon Challenge oneshot, but it can be read by itself.

Once again sorry this took so long, my inspiration was quite thin and I suddenly found myself liking another Fandom which distracted me a bit during my free time. Life has been hard I guess lmao.

TWs: Yanderism.

LU! Warriors and Sky x Reader

A smile and a silent princess.

Despite many, and I mean, many tries at sabotaging your date nights ago, the night went greatly. Sky cheered silently as you went back to the camp. Maybe it was because he was the closest to the goddesses, but Sky proved to be the luckiest Link, even more so when you confirmed how that night had indeed been as good for you as it had for him.

Much to the other's dismay, Sky did not stop asking you out and neither did you stop agreeing to go out with him. No, you two seemed closer than ever.

So, obviously, Warriors had to intervene.

Therefore, since you didn't agree to go on dates with him, he picked the very next best thing. Gifts.

Warrior's gifts ranged from your favorite deserts to simple, beautiful flowers and trinkets. Infact, that's what he gave you just today.

The day was going generally well, the weather was perfect for a picnic, that was what Sky told you before showing you the basket full of things he had gone through the trouble of baking and preparing himself. This in itself was no easy feat, considering he wasn't the cook of The Chain for a reason.

Then again, since you guys were back in the wilderness, Sky had to be creative when it came to planning the "perfect" dates now, and in God was he succeeding.

Sky offered you his hand as he tilted his head towards where he was planning to take you. He blushed as you grabbed his outstretched hand, averting his gaze from your face as he did his best to bite back a smile, failing miserably as his grin turned into a badly suppressed side smile. You chuckled as you pulled him towards your destination, the one he pointed to moments before, breaking him out of his embarrassed stupor.

Warriors had been missing since early in the morning, Twilight and Time were aware of his whereabouts along with Legend. That's why you didn't put much thought into it, as long as the three of them weren't worried about it, then neither did you need to. Also, the boys had the right to come and go as they pleased, and either way, Warriors was completely able to fend for himself, if anything were to happen.

You couldn't, maybe that's why they forced insisted you stayed with them.

The place Sky brought you to was beautiful, something out of your daydreams. He was clearly trying very hard to impress you so you'll like him, and once again, he was succeeding.

Both of you were startled when a certain missing blond came barreling through the bushes, making a beeline to you.

After the initial scare, you relaxed and let out a breath, scanning Warrior's form superficially to see if you could find signals of him having had to escape from monsters or something, anything that would signify you three were in danger. You found none. Warrior's seemed completely fine as he regained his breath.

Sky gripped his sword in frustration at Warriors, he could see that the man was once again trying to ruin his date with you. At first, Sky had taken out his sword out of reflex, now he found himself considering the pros and cons of burying the shiny blade into Warriors pretty boy's face.

The cons started outweighing the pros when he noticed Warriors was holding something behind his back. Sky was beyond pissed at Warrior's pure audacity, it wouldn't be the first time Warriors did that kind of thing, he gifted you things almost everyday, but he had never done it during one of your dates. He had never reached that level of stupid.

Seemed like he had indeed just reached said level of stupid.

You stared at the man in front of you, wondering what he had brought with him this time around. Sky's restrained smile almost turned into a scowl, for a warrior, Warriors sure was getting cheesy.

Warriors crouched and stretched out his previously hidden hand towards you. Between his fingers stood the stem of another flower, your eyes widened with recognition at what flower it was.

Back when Wild first showed you his pictures on his sheikah slate, you freaked out, gaining attention from everyone, since they thought you were in danger, all that happened is you saw the infamous silent princess in one of the pictures.

Your little outburst specifically gained the attention of Warriors, who made sure to store the information in his memory. After all, if you liked the flower you would like him if he was the one to give it to you, right? Such reasoning only made further sense once he found out about the sheer rarity of the flower when he asked Wild where he could find the flower with blue and white petals.

Now, you understood why he was gone for so long, you couldn't even begin to imagine how hard it was to find that flower. And you had to admit, it was recognized for it's beauty for a reason.

Your own hand reached out to grab the flower from his, not you or Warriors noticing a glowering Sky behind you. Warriors instead kept his attention on you, his almost crazed grin softening to an adoring smile at your concentrated expression. He lowered himself onto his knee, in a proposal position, so it'd be easier for you to grab the flower, your hand brushed his as you grabbed said flower, a smile decorating your features. His face became subconsciously warmer, he felt accomplished as your eyes glanced into his before going back to the flower, like you were confirming your smile was meant for him, he was the reason for it even if just by doing something as simple as bringing you a flower.

Even if the flower in itself was hard as shit to find, that was not the point.

It was him, he made you smile. And surprisingly, that knowledge seemed more than enough for him. You didn't need to say or do anything else to express your gratitude because your simple smile was more than enough.

Maybe he really was softening, maybe being around Sky was contagious.

Right after your smile, there was else something that filled him with the warmth of accomplishment almost as much. Warriors reluctantly looked up from you, who was currently distracted by the flower in your hands, and to the man behind you, Sky, who was glaring at him. You see, no Link, including Warriors, had ever seen Sky mad, at least not this visibly mad, he really managed to get on his last nerves with his constant gift giving. Warrior's soft expression gave way to a smug smile.

While irritating Sky was not his main objective, it certainly was his side quest.

In one day, he finished both with flying colors. There was no way he wouldn't be proud of it. He earned the right to pat himself on the back mentally before resuming his main objective of having you fall for him and not Sky.

Altought, even though he believed himself to be a fearless warrior and hero, it was inevitable that he sprung up and ran when he noticed Sky lifting his master sword skyward and taking steps in his direction, a dark look almost akin to a shadow covering his face. Contrasting with the glowing sword he held up.

You looked up in confusion as you heard Warriors scrambling to get away from where you were, noticing just now you had stopped paying attention in order to understand how the flower in your possession seemed to glow despite not even being directly in light anymore, you were so disconnected from your surroundings you forgot to thank Warriors for the gift, one of the best until now. Sky, who was following after him, albeit slowly, stopped little ways in front of you to look over his shoulder at you, his face regaining an off innocent expression, just to say he'd be back soon.

Despite not seeing the dark look in his face directly, you could feel the ominous aura he exhaled as he ran after the man with the blue scarf, you guessed it was because he was angry with Warriors since he was the one to gifted you the flower, the unsheathed sword in his hands may have also been a tell though.

You sighed, placing the flower aside and getting up. This time around the fight would probably be more dangerous than the last ones since Sky was using his sword and Warriors was prone to do the same thing eventually, Hyrule would need your help to cure them.

It was a little upsetting that such a beautiful day had been wasted, the weather would have been perfect for a calm and undisturbed picnic.

[lovinglettersacrosstheverse]

Special Delivery!

We've got a letter for Louise Worth @mysweetlouise! And there's even some pressed flowers! 💖💕

My Dear Lou.

How long will you make me wait? Dancing on the edge of my reach with the one you know I despise most? I know you enjoy games but hasn’t this gone on long enough?

A part of me feels this is my own fault. Some form of punishment for the state I left you in. I wish you knew how much it has tormented me over the years. Knowing what was only a second in the world was decades in the mirror with Damien and Celine, I can’t imagine how alone you must have been. How much time you spent alone, trapped. The centuries we will never know. You did not deserve that. Which is why I don't understand why you keep playing with Mark. It’s not the same Mark, fine, but they all have that same seed of narcissism inside them that lead to our fates.

We could make a home in this new reality, if you would only give me the chance. I haven't made one without you yet, not really. There’s a building where I meet with others, unusual like us. I have a room with a bed here, but I do not rest. If you were here, it would give the old bed purpose and I would keep you company. The affection of Damian and curiosity to know you of Celine live on in me, memories of you that are not mine haunt me. Your face is what I see most nights Louise, before everything went wrong, the college days, the games, the late walks across the college grounds. 

And the look in the mirror when you were left behind. I don’t know which one is worse.

Please! I have been tortured enough, join me and we will make sure Mark receives the same punishment as I or better yet, ensure he can’t hurt another soul when he next feels the need. While I drown in the past of our fury and pain, he lives on free of his sins. 

I’ve taken a breath and a moment of reflection. This isn't about him. This is about you and me. And you deserve better than you have ever gotten, Lou. I want to be the one to provide that for you, we can provide a better life and a better future for each other. You never truly got to be the D.A. in our past life, but you can be anything in our future. Not just playing a role, a meaningless game where nothing matters as you do now. We can make something with substance that actually counts for something. But I can’t do it without you.

Maybe I sound like a fool. We haven’t gotten the chance to re-familiarize ourselves with each other in some time, despite how long we’ve had. You’re a different person by now as well, I imagine. I wonder how many habits you still have from the past. What new ones I could learn about you. 

When you tire of your current circumstances, remember that my door is always open and a new home of our own making ready to be built. 

Sincerely,

Your Ever Waiting Darkiplier

Well, there is one more thing....

I also found a torn paper in the mailbox today, it looks like a journal page? I'm not sure this is supposed to be here... but I think its for a Louise Worth as well so maybe i am supposed to deliver it!

It’s late now. I’m in my office, reading the most recent report from the Jim’s when the radio changed. It started playing this slow jazz and these memories came to my mind, unbidden. Damien's memories of you, late nights listening to jazz as you both studied for exams. A record you’d put on the phonograph that became his go to for focusing on work in the years after. The years apart as you all worked for your separate goals, when Damien would spend these nights wishing for your company once again. Lou.

You're not even here. I write only for myself, a page i will tear and burn when I have the chance. But still, writing to you makes it easier somehow. Calms me in these moments.

This body always aches, and I can imagine at one point the heart would ache for you. If I told you it still did, you would know better than to believe me, wouldn’t you? I saw it in your eyes the last time we met, your silent regard for me. You're getting wiser to the situation. I can’t fool you into thinking the Damien you knew is still in here anymore, can I? Nor can I convince you that being as I am, I can feel anything other than rage and resentment. Perhaps the resentment I feel towards Mark for making that promised future of you and Damian working together side by side once again is a form of love itself?

But it’s not even by his remnants you stand by now is it?

Do you have any idea what it’s like to be in a body constantly in a state of decay? I feel the pull of death over me constantly, trying to drag me away like a fist around my throat, never tightening more than it is but never loosening either. And yet you’re out there in your own new skin, where did it come from?

(Note from here to the * was originally all scribbled out but i managed to make it readable... though maybe I should have left it)

Do you want me to apologize for leaving you there? None of this would have happened if it wasn’t for him, I am trying to get revenge for us all!

And now you go and have your little adventures with that monster! In practically every reality, you two are connected in some way, you really think any Mark in any other universe is any different than the one who did this to us? This is why you couldn’t stay! You’re too soft, you weren’t angry enough at the right people. You are the exact fool Celine pegged you for that night, all those years ago. 

How did you get a new body? How, how, who did you take it from, where did you get it, why do YOU have one?*

I apologize. You know how this unstable amalgamation of my being can be. I'm getting better at controlling it over the years, but I still have my moments. Can you not lend a hand to an old friend?  Or perhaps those old tales you told Damien once were true, and this is my repentance for breaking a mirror?

No, perhaps you're right. And there is more to atone for on my end. You should not have been pushed out. I was blinded by the mission of my birth. Clearly I underestimated your strength and resolve, if the way you stand against me and the endurance of your soul is anything to go by.

We are still old friends, aren’t we? You were there when I was created, the first face I saw and even behind whatever cloaks me now, still the face I see in every mirror and reflection. What some might say should be guilt or softness I should feel at that is as all things, replaced with the rage of knowing why I carry you with me in such a literal way…

I wish to confide in you one thing Louise, that I barely confide in myself. There’s one other feeling I'm capable of that sits so deep within me it’s but a grain of sand in the void fractures that make up my sewn together soul. Fear. I am the living testament to their hatred and thirst for revenge. If, when I see their retribution through, then what? What will become of me? Will I have any purpose? Will I continue to exist at all? What will be left when there is no one left to despise? You are the only one I can think of to ask. How did you survive the void of the mirror for so long that you escaped? What feeling motivated you? What purpose?

I shouldn’t keep bringing up old wounds, but what else can I do as a living scab of a soul myself? It is only this mission that keeps this broken body together.

If you just let me in, I can fix all of this. Just let your old friend in Lou.

[essayofthoughts]

Okay okay, I’ve got two for ya, one lighthearted and fun and the other angsty so dealers choice:

1)Minor Illusion with Percy and Delilah (or Orthax)

2)Polymorph with Keyleth and Percy

👍✨ hope this helped ❤️

See, you say this but 1. I am contrary, and 2. I am an angst gremlin! So we'll be taking number #2 for a punch in the gut, thank you Skele!

Percy avoids all of them after they chase Orthax out. Some of that may just be because he's sulking over the List - Keyleth wouldn't be surprised; her best friend is a lot more emotional than he likes to pretend - but honestly, she thinks it's much more likely that now they know for certain why he's a tiefling, he's just not... dealing well.

Honestly, she can't imagine she'd deal well, realising she'd changed something so fundamental about herself without realising, let alone that it came along with a demon deal, but also she thinks Percy is being a bit stupid about it, maybe? They're his friends and they love him and every burden is easier to bear when it's shared: he shouldn't have to be alone.

It takes her some time to find him. He's not in his room or the workshop he's claimed, or visiting his sister, or down in the acid chambers by the ziggurat. She ends up going Minxie just to try to sniff him out, and then has to turn back into herself twice when she scares some poor maids cleaning out the old parlours and in the end she gives up and Polymorphs herself into a housecat because then maybe she won't scare people so much.

She's gotten so used to being able to use Minxie, she really should be more mindful.

Still, once she catches his scent it's not too tricky to find him. He's curled up in a small tower room, tucked into a window seat and leaning his head back against bare stone almost the same colour he is.

It doesn't escape her notice that he jumps when she turns back to herself.

"Keyleth," he says and...

Oh. Does he sound shaken?

"Are you okay?" she says. "You've been avoiding us-"

"I rather thought I'd scared you," he says, swallowing. "Given-"

He had, a bit. It was... it was awful seeing her friend slowly become a monster and how willing he was to be cruel and horrible but... Orthax is gone now. And she doesn't think Percy would be hiding from them if it wasn't partially for their sakes. Percy can be arrogant, yes, and entitled, but he also respects the hell out of them? And she remembers what he'd said, when they'd started wondering if he really was in control of himself. She doesn't think he wants to hurt them, not really.

"A little," she admits, settling on the other end of the windowseat, leaning her staff against the wall. "But- also worried about you?"

He blinks at that - he always blinks at that, like they shouldn't care about him and it always confuses her, how Percy can be the most confident, arrogant person in a room and then... be like that. It's like he doesn't think he's worth anything while still demanding everything.

"Are you okay?" she asks again, because he still seems a little off.

He lets out a long breath - she thinks it wobbles a bit and narrows her eyes.

"I'll be fine," he says.

"Percy~" she says, half a whine, because he should know better by now. She doesn't want him to be fine at some point. She wants to know if she can help him now.

Percy doesn't say anything but that's normal. Keyleth's spent enough time in silence with Percy to know when he's silently thinking and planning something to say as opposed to just thinking to himself. At least there's no smoke now, wisping up from his collar - just his usual sooty fingertips and charcoal-touched ears.

"It's unsettling," he says quietly, staring out the window. "Seeing you-" He waves a hand, claws flashing pearlescent in the light from the window. "Changing forms isn't-"

Oh. Oh. Of course.

"I mean-" she says. "I won't- I won't do that to you, if you don't want me to."

Percy's bark of laughter is sudden but he is smiling, so she'll take that as a good sign. "Keyleth dear," he says fondly, "You did Hold Person me when Scanlan tossed the List in the acid."

"You would have dived in!" she says. "We didn't want you to get-"

Oh.

"You don't like being restrained," she says. Percy doesn't say anything. "You could have told me," she grouses.

Though. She supposes he didn't get a chance to before: it's not like it'd ever come up. They don't usually get into fights with each other.

"I'm sorry," she offers. He twitches, but doesn't look at her, still staring out the window. It is a nice view - Whitestone's all edged in frost, snow slowly drifting down. If the wind doesn't change they'll be covered by Winter's Crest. "Percy?"

"I don't remember being changed," he admits. "I don't think I want to."

[can-of-pringles]

When I'm Alone with You - Chapter 15

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Things have been out of sorts in the Ministry ever since Sister Imperator's accident.

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September

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Copia was rushing around the Ministry even more so than usual. The Cardinal was trying to handle more work; taking multiple phone calls, going over the daily and weekly schedules for everything, stuff that Sister Imperator would’ve been in charge of. Or more accurately, in charge of telling others to do those tasks.

However, Copia preferred trying to handle most of it himself. Though Sister Imperator’s assistants were also helping, putting together a plan with Copia. The initial goal was to keep everything running as if nothing had happened. It was easier said than done.

Everything had fallen off routine ever since Sister Imperator had gotten into a car accident. She was currently recovering in a hospital, insisting on still taking some calls from her hospital bed. While Copia felt some minor relief that she wasn’t there currently to keep an eye on him, he also wasn’t enjoying the extra responsibility left in her absence.

After handling another stack of paperwork, Copia sighed and ran his hand through his hair; managing to catch his biretta before it fell off his head. He leaned on his elbows on his office desk, eyes scanning a to-do list. Copia jumped all over when the phone suddenly rang. He let out an annoyed huff and picked it up to answer it.

“Hello, Cardinal Copia speaking,”

Cardi, it’s me

Copia blinked. “Oh, Sister. How are you feeling?”

He could practically feel her annoyed glare through the phone.

“Right… still in the hospital. Well, I hope you’ll get better soon.” He cleared his throat.

Listen, I’m almost done handling some calls, but I am calling to tell you that I’ve told Papa Nihil that he’s in charge while I’m gone

Copia furrowed his brows in confusion. “But… I thought you told me to handle everything?”

Exactly, you’re in charge, he just thinks he is. I just told him that so he wouldn’t bother me about it. It gives him something to focus on

He refrained from sighing. So now he also had to distract the old man?

“Won’t he be asking to work on something?”

No, just keep giving him the usual unimportant paperwork. Even crossword puzzles tend to do the trick sometimes

Copia instinctively nodded.

“Is that all you wanted to tell me?”

Actually, I was going to say that because you are temporarily in charge during my absence, you’re allowed to choose someone to help you, along with the regular assistants, as you know

He squinted. “So they would be my temporary assistant?”

More or less

Copia thought it over, still feeling some confusion. “I could choose anyone?”

Yes, if they agreed to the promotion

“What would a promotion entail?”

That’s for me to inform them about

He frowned.

“But they can decline just like that if they don’t want it?”

Yes, nothing about their job as it is would change

Copia paused, thinking it through. He rolled a pen back and forth on the desk as he thought. He didn’t want to mess this up.

Have you made your choice?

Copia perked up again, forgetting he was on call. “Oh, um, yes, I think so.”

---

Silas worked on mopping the marble floors, almost reaching the end of one of the long hallways, when he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. He furrowed his brows and frowned, pausing his mopping to take the phone out. His eyes widened when he read the name listed on who was calling him.

He didn’t waste any more time and answered. “Yes?”

Mr. Petersson

“Sister, I hope you have been healing well.” He swallowed nervously.

Even he knew that she had gotten into an accident. Though why was she calling him?

Thank you, you might be wondering why I am calling you

Silas stayed silent.

Well, as you may know, Cardinal Copia and my assistants have taken charge of the Ministry while I am away. While my assistants have been helping him, I told him that he could temporarily choose an assistant of his own… anyone to his liking

“Okay…” He raised a brow.

He informed me that he would like to promote you to that position

Silas blinked, mouth slightly agape before he closed it and cleared his throat. “But, I’m confused. I’m just a janitor.”

I know, but he insisted, if he trusts you then I’m sure you’d be up to it, however, you can always decline the offer

He paused.

“Could you explain what the promotion covers?”

While you would keep your usual maintenance work, you would also help the Cardinal with some of his extra responsibilities right now. Nothing too big, since he’s mainly covering it, delivering paperwork to and for him, tasks that he’d ask of you. But essentially you’d be paid a higher salary for these extra tasks

Silas processed her words. “How much of a pay increase?”

We can discuss that later if you’re still interested

He frowned and glanced away, still thinking. “So the benefit is more pay?”

No, I should’ve clarified. With more work, you can choose to stay here if you want

“Stay? What do you mean?”

You could move into the Ministry. We have plenty of rooms. You can choose the size you’re comfortable with, within reason. And no rent is necessary since you’re working for us

Silas lightly scoffed in disbelief and shock. “Really?”

Yes

“But this is a temporary position, you said, what will happen after you return?” He frowned.

You can still keep living here, and if we decide to split ways one day, you’ll get an extended amount of time to figure out where else to move. You don’t have to leave until you’re completely settled elsewhere

“Okay, but I have a pet dog…”

You’re not the only employee here with a pet. Pets are allowed, only if you follow the rules. Keep the dog in your room and take it outside on a leash when necessary

He immediately remembered Copia's rats. Though a big dog was different than three tiny rats.

“I wouldn’t have to… convert or anything, right?” He tried to balance his phone between his shoulder and head while he mopped.

No, we respect the right of people to choose what they believe. You won’t be required to attend any service or other religious teachings

This sounded almost too good to be true, but if Copia thought the job would suit him…

“I would like all of this in writing.” He requested.

I’ll have my assistants get to work on it, but, does this mean you accept?

Silas paused. Normally, he wasn’t such a spontaneous person, but maybe this could be a good opportunity.

“I’d like to have time to think it over if that’s all right.” He chewed on his bottom lip.

Of course, you have until the end of the week

After they said their professional goodbyes, Silas hung up and placed his phone back in his pocket. He took a breath and decided to finish his mopping before leaving to find Copia.

After placing his mop back in the closet, he stretched, feeling his hips and knees pop. Silas glanced down at the floor, slightly seeing his reflection. Did he see worry on his face? Or just general unsureness? After a moment, he looked back up, took a breath, and wandered down the halls to Copia’s office.

---

After knocking, Silas heard Copia say ‘come in’ and he slowly opened the door. Copia leaned forward and smiled when he saw him.

“Silas, hey! I was wondering when I’d see you today. After… everything.” His smile turned to a nervous one.

Silas kept his calm demeanor, not appearing any different to the Cardinal.

“Could I sit down?” Silas asked.

Copia blinked for a second before stammering and gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. “Oh, oh, yes, of course, yeah.”

He sat down, keeping his hands in his front pockets. “So… Sister Imperator called me about some promotion…” He glanced away for a second before back up at him.

Copia inconspicuously tugged at his cassock collar. “Yes…”

“You chose me…? Why?” Silas’ calm expression broke for a second, showing complete earnestness instead.

“Well, Sister told me I could choose whoever I wanted, and I really wanted you by my side… to work! Work side-by-side.” He corrected. “I thought you’d be good for the job, and honestly, you don’t have to do much extra stuff. I like handling it myself.”

He thought over his words for a moment. Finally, Silas raised a brow, putting it together in his mind. He gave him a slightly teasing smile. “Did you want your friend to have an official excuse to hang out with you during work hours?”

Copia looked like a deer in the headlights.

“I, um… well, I… maybe…?” He stuttered, fidgeting with his hands.

Silas chuckled, causing Copia to snap out of his nervousness somewhat.

“Copia, it’s okay. Honestly, I’m honored you thought of me. It’s… nice.” Silas ignored the heat he felt on his face.

“Oh… oh, okay.” He clasped his hands, glancing down. “Sister Imperator didn’t tell me all of the details, but did it sound like a good deal?” He looked at him.

“I still have the end of the week to decide, but I’m thinking of saying yes. I still want to go over it with Hanna, though, get an outside perspective,” Silas explained.

Copia nodded. “That makes sense. Whatever you decide, I’ll support you.”

Silas smiled. “Thank you.”

---

Copia woke up with a groan, rubbing his eyes. His alarm hadn’t even gone off yet, but he heard some ruckus coming from outside his room. He reluctantly sat up and stretched, pulling back the covers and putting on his robe and slippers.

He opened his door, leaving a small crack as an opening, enough to peek out. There he saw Silas, moving some boxes.

Copia gasped and closed his door again, immediately hurrying to get dressed, comb his hair, and apply his makeup. He decided on some casual wear, just a button-up and slacks, but he felt naked without his Ministry makeup and gloves.

He opened his door again, closing it behind him. He watched as Silas continued to move boxes into his new room. It was across from his room, slightly down the hall after some doors. They were still in the same dorm section.

Copia walked down the hall, getting Silas’ attention.

“Aren’t you up early, though that might be my fault… sorry.” Silas winced. “I was trying to keep quiet.”

“No, you didn’t wake me.” He lied. “What are you doing here so early?”

“I was finishing up moving into my new room. It’s actually a little bit bigger than my old apartment! Blizzard is waiting at Hanna’s place until it’s completely ready,” Silas explained.

Copia should've realized, knowing it had been about two weeks since that talk. Though perhaps his brain wasn't fully awake quite yet. He watched for a moment as Silas kept lifting and moving boxes, noticing he was already getting tired.

“Do you need help?”

Silas looked at him again, a small smile slowly showing on his face. “Yes, please.”

He smiled as well and began helping him move in. After a while of moving boxes in, they moved on to opening and putting stuff away. Copia worked on passing objects to Silas. As they worked together, Copia couldn’t help but look around while he passed stuff to him.

The room was decorated with stuff he mainly expected. Lots of potted houseplants, a shelf with well-worn books clear by the book spines. As well as a few stones and rocks placed as decoration. Silas had gotten the place ready quicker than he’d thought.

“So… is this how your old place looked?” He asked.

“Um… pretty much, the layout isn’t that different, actually. As for the decorations and furniture, it’s the same, obviously. I didn’t go out and buy all new stuff.” He chuckled near the end.

Copia smiled. “Good, I hope you’ll like staying here.”

“I think I will… and if anything goes south, my old landlord was fairly generous surprisingly, so I should be able to get my old apartment back, or at least one in the same building. And if that doesn’t work out, I know Hanna would let me crash at her place until I figured it out. Or hey, I could even stay with some relatives here. Y’know, backup plans.” Silas worked on folding and breaking down boxes as they finished up.

The Cardinal nodded. “Yes, that’s good. You have everything figured out.”

Silas dusted his hands, sighing from finishing the work. He sat down on his couch. Copia stood awkwardly for a minute before deciding to sit down in a chair close by.

Silas looked at him before glancing away, hoping Copia didn’t notice how his eyes looked over his different clothes. Really, his outfit wasn’t that different from his uniform, with similar long sleeves and still appropriate for an office. The only main difference was his slacks. Copia always wore his cassock.

“We should probably get ready for work now…” Silas muttered, looking down at his hands and feeling a strange form of butterflies in his stomach.

“After we just worked?” Copia joked, causing him to chuckle.

“Well, at some point today we should go work.” Silas leaned his head back on the couch.

“Yeah… I know,” he said.

They sat in silence for a moment, taking a well-deserved rest from their work.

“We’re going to be roommates… in a way,” Copia spoke.

Silas lifted his head to look at him. “I hadn’t thought of it like that. Hmm… roommates.” He tested the word out.

“Are you happy about it?” Copia said in a quiet tone.

He smiled. “Yeah. You?"

Copia nodded.

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#FFF245 - You Never Cared, Why Start Now?

Pairing - Past Bilbo/Thorin Warnings - Suicide by fire, MCD Words - 752

Summary - It started with the fires burning through Erebor. It will end with the fires burning through Bag End. Prompt #245 @flashfictionfridayofficial A03 here

Bilbo looked around at his smial. It was empty, bereft of life. Even though he had gotten everything back, even though it was all in place, it was useless. This wasn’t his home. This wasn’t anyone’s home anymore.

His home was buried in a mountain. Still and silent. His chest no longer moving, his heart now longer beating, no longer able to love Bilbo.

And yes, Bilbo’s heart still beat, as sluggishly as it did so, but the tempo was all wrong. It was broken. Like the rest of him.

He sighed again as his cup of tea turned to ash in his mouth.

He had done his job as a burglar. He had done his duty as a free being of middle earth.

He had saved the dwarves of Erebor, got their home back, and then he had gone to Mordor and saved everyone else.

It was then, with the frantic knocking on his door, that he wondered WHY he had even bothered. Wondered if the small-minded beings he knew had even been worth saving.

Bilbo opened the door to, well, a mob. He looked out at his family and sighed. He didn’t have the energy for this, and he had warned them not to come too close to him. Until he felt better. If he ever felt better.

“What?” he asked sharply, exhausted already.

“You can’t stay in Bag End alone Bilbo,” the shrill voice of Lobelia called through, increasing the pounding in his head even more.

Bilbo couldn’t hold back his wince at her voice. He took a deep breath and looked at her, hand reaching behind the door for Sting, in case he needed to chase the group away. “I can, and I shall. I’m sick, Lobelia. Go away before the malice of Sauron infects you too,” he said.

He watched as the other hobbits muttered about him and his “stories” to one another, right in front of his face. Bilbo’s nose screwed up in disgust. What happened to at least pretending to have manners and talking behind people’s backs?.

“You’re not well Bilbo,” Lobelia said in a sickly sweet voice.

“I know I am unwell. I’ve just told you I’m sick. But it isn’t the kind of sickness you are insisting upon. My head and my marbles are fine. I also wrote a will before I left. It will stand and you will not get Bag End no matter what happens to me. Now go,” he ordered.

Lobelia stood there seething as she tried one last time with the hobbits backing her up. “Bilbo, I only care about your well being,” she started.

“Do not lie to me!” Bilbo roared. “You do not care. You never cared. Any of you. The few who did are not here. You only cared to get my home, my assets. Who cared when I was a faunt? Lost and alone? Who cared when I had to arrange my parents’ funeral alone? Who cared between then and now? None of you. You never cared. And now it is too late. Leave my smial!” he thundered before slamming the door shut and locking it for good measure.

Bilbo heard them leave, heard the grumblings. Heard how no one sane would deal with Mad Baggins. He was already dying, so what difference did it make how or when he died?

He waited for the evening and got everything ready. And then he dropped the torch. He waited in his living room, Sting in one hand, his mithril on his knee, Thorin’s travelling cloak around his shoulder and his map in front of him.

Bilbo then knelt with his favoured possessions around him as the fire soared, as the red flames spread. He held his acorn close and sent a prayer to Yavanna. He was already dying and his heart had been lost back in Erebor. His kith and kin despised him for being different. He had nothing left. His purpose, if he ever had one, was done. Now he just felt like an empty shell in the shape of a hobbit.

Maybe Yavanna would show him mercy and allow him to go to Thorin. Maybe they would have pity on one small, sad, lost little hobbit as he sat there and let the flames destroy him and his home.

In the morning, there was nothing left of Bag End or Bilbo, but ash and smoke. Bag End was gone and so was a remarkable hobbit who had managed to save everyone but himself.

[strayzband]

The camera comes to focus on the inside of a car. Sitting beside me in the back is Stuart Pot, dressed in an old hoodie and skinny jeans. His ponytail is even messier than usual. He rubs his head so intensely that his beanie is starting to slip off. I’m not sure he notices.

Alright! Thank you for agreeing to this

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My hand suddenly comes into view as Stuart shakes it. I don’t know how to feel. I’m not really supposed to be on camera. He lets go and holds his hand up, and I fall silent before asking the first question.

Hol’ on… yew mind if I…?

The camera nods up and down.

Not at all! Go ahead.

Smiling at me, Stuart reaches past Russel to roll down the window and makes a joint with frightening speed. Certainly looks like he made it quickly though. From the front, Noodle looks back at him and frowns as he lights it and takes a long drag, and immediately starts coughing his lungs up.

…Are you alright?

He nods, eyes watering.

Okay… Ah’ve made it past the chokin’ phase, ah’ll be awright now.

He hits it again, and immediately starts coughing his lungs up. Noodle turns back around. Russel slaps him on the back, and smoke blows out of his mouth.

Eh, fanks, Russ…

I clear my throat. The car is rapidly filling with smoke, even with the window down.

Can I start the interview now?

Stuart grins.

‘Course yew can!

I’ll start simple. Anything you’d mind sharing about the upcoming album?

‘m not s’possed to say much… but i’s real good! Trust!

He grins at me, and it’s clear I’m not getting any more than that. I move on.

I need to know – why, after everything that happened, did you decide to join a new band?

Stuart shrugs, a hand in his ponytail.

Got kidnapped. N’ I di’n’t have anyfink better to do, so I though’ I migh’ as well, y’know?

…Interesting. And, what do you think of your bandmates?

If I thought he was smiling before, it’s nothing compared to the reaction to that question. He positively beams at me.

Luv em. The lot’uh em. Noodle’s my favourit’, probably. She’s well cool, she is, love her. We, uh, we play games n’ stuff. ‘S fun. Russ’s great too, though! Don’t talk all’at much, but ‘e’s real real cool when ‘e does. Cool when ‘e doesn’t, too. E’s a listener, ain’t he? We needed on’a those.

He pauses for a moment too long, then grins.

‘N Murdoc’s me best mate. Place would be borin’ wi’out ‘im.

Hmm. Well, this is just something I’ve been wondering… why dye your hair blue? Is there any meaning behind the colour?

I di’nt dye it.

I pause.

Did somebody else?

Nah. When ah was a kid, yeah, I used to climb trees a load. Freaked my mum out, I thought it was a right laugh, I did. Always liked trees. Nice t’ have sumthin’ bigger th’n yew about. ‘Neway, so one day ah was up in one by me house, n’ I tripped n’ fell on me arse, totally cracked me head against the street. Wild. All my hair came straight out, n’ it grew back this colour. Hasn’t gone away yet. Whole thing’s mad wicked.

That didn’t make any sense, so for my own sake I assume he’s high. I file the whole thing away as interesting trivia.

I notice Stuart has been looking at me expectantly every time I start to ask a question. I’m not sure what exactly he wants.

Stuart? Are you hoping I’ll ask something specific?

He shrugs, a boyish smile on his face.

Well, y’asked Muds abo’ those rumours ‘bout us. Thought yew might ask me too, dunni?

I hesitate for a moment, before remembering that Stuart is far less… dangerous than Murdoc. Maybe he’ll actually give me something I can use.

Well, are they true?

He just keeps smiling at me. From up so close, I can see the chip stuck between his teeth. Murdoc, who’s been driving, is carefully watching. I’m honestly tempted to tell him to keep his eyes on the road.

Yeah.

Murdoc nearly crashes the car. He glares at the both of us.

Murdoc: He’s a liar!

Stuart laughs, slipping down his seat until his feet rest against the back of Murdoc’s head.

Am not! I c’n prove it!

Before I have the chance to take him up on the offer, Murdoc twists back in his seat and grabs my camera. The video goes black as Murdoc can be heard swearing while Stuart laughs, before it cut out.

[car1y-quinn]

“Kate what happened!?” Clint asks, as he enters the morgue, he turns his head and sees the blonde’s lifeless body. Kate at her side crying. “Oh no.” He walks over to put a hand on her back, trying to comfort her.

“She’s gone Clint! They got her.” Kate cry’s while nestled in to the side of Yelena’s neck. “I never got to tell her how much she meant to me. That she was my best friend and… and I can’t. I lost her!” Kate sniffles and sits up, she tries to rub the tears away, so she can look at Clint.

Clint opens his mouth to say some comforting words about Yelena, but before he can they both jump when said corpse sits up quickly, and gasps loud for air.

“WHEWWW! That was a lot longer than last time! Holy fuck! This needs to stop happening. That so would not have been a cool way to die!” Yelena says, out to no one in particular. Probably herself mostly. All the color rushing back into her face.

It suddenly dawns on Kate, that Yelena just died and came back to life.

The blonde turns her head and looks over at Kate, who’s still crying, her eyes are wide in disbelief and shock, and then she looks over at Clint, who looks like he’s trying to hold back laughter.

“What?” Yelena asks wondering why they’re giving her two very different reactions.

“Yelena!” Kate shouts, throwing herself on top of the blonde. “You were gone! I thought I lost you! I can’t lose you again!” Kate cry’s into her chest.

Yelena grasps Kate surprisingly. She makes a face at Clint as she realizes Kate’s getting snot on her clothes and hair. But she decides to not give any more shits and just rub Kate’s head.

“Kate. I told you had a plan didn’t I? Do you not have faith in me Bishop? You think I’d let that low life best me? I am way to talented for that!” Yelena smiles when Kate giggles at what she says.

She lifts her head up and looks Yelena in the eyes. “Don’t ever leave me again! If you die another time I’ll bring you back just to kill you myself.” The archer punches Yelena in the chest before pulling her back in for a hug, squeezing around her neck tight.

Yelena taps at her arms. As if trying to tap out. “Okay okay. Kate. Good luck with killing me, but I’ll try and not die. I can’t make any promises, but… I wouldn’t want to upset you again now would I?” Yelena pushes a strand of hair behind Kate’s ear, before booping her nose.

“Yelena how… how did you… the doctors said you were legally dead!”

“Oh please. Legally? I’ve been dead inside for years; And also, as soon as I felt that bastard stick that needle in me I just made my heart stop beating before the poison could get there.”

At that Clint starts laughing. “You say it like it’s as simple as opening a bag of chips.”

Yelena looks up at Clint annoyingly. “Maybe it’s hard for you Barton. But I’ve got skills.”

Kate waves her hands in the air in disbelief. “I don’t understand how did you know when to wake up, or how?”

“Oh that. It just happens naturally. There’s at least a 20% chance I actually stay dead. But I’m confident in myself not to fail.” Yelena inspects her nails as she talks casually. “It also didn’t help that you were screaming, so that probably roused me awake.” The blonde rubs comforting circles in the brunettes shoulders.

“Awe you were worried about our little Katie.” Clint teases.

“I am not little!” Kate shouts as she stands up and to swat at Clint.

Yelena laughs before getting up. “Ah shit!” She wobbles. Kate turns and grabs her arms to steady her.

“Hey! You just died. Give your body a second to recover.” Kate says with concern.

Yelena looks at her longingly. She forgot that she has someone in her life again that cares about her. “Thank you Kate.”

“For what?”

Yelena smiles at her and leans in planting a kiss on her cheek. “For always being there for me. You give me a reason to come back.”

Kate goes silent at that. She reaches up and rubs the spot where Yelena kissed her, and starts blushing. She begins to squeal like an idiot.

“Dammit Yelena you broke her.” Clint rushes over to grab at Yelena’s side so he can help her walk.

“Oh Barton, Kate Bishop was already broken. I just broke her more!” Yelena laughs before planting a kiss on Kate’s other cheek.

“I might just die!” Kate squeals.

“Don’t do that. You don’t know how to resuscitate yourself!”