#if I wanted to hear about someone being stabbed I’d turn on the news

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I’m never going to be able to watch another crime show after watching Hannibal. It would just be too boring. Like what, they were stabbed? Ok… and? It that it?? No artistically mutilated bodies? No beautifully metaphorical reasoning behind it? No “I-need-to-write-an-entire-book-about-this-person-because-they’re-so-insane-and-fascinating-and-I-just-need-to-know-how-their-mind-works” characters?

It’s fiction, you get creative liberties SO DON’T WASTE THEM AND TELL THE EXACT SAME BORING STORY ABOUT MURDER

[cheesysoup-arlo]

Cady’s Cousin (pt.3)

(pt. 1)/(pt. 2)/(pt. 4)

*beep beep* you hear someone honking outside “that must be Damian” Cady says grabbing her backpack “oh ok I’ll be right there I left my headphones in my room” you say quickly going to your room to grab your headphones then running down stairs and getting in the backseat of Damian’s car. “Heyyy (y/n)” “hi Damian” “ok so we’re gonna pick up Janis then heading to the school and making sure you have your schedule then meet up with the rest of the group” Cady says buckling up in the front seat “sounds good to me” you say buckling up

You guys got to Janis’ house and Damian honked his horn. It took about 3 minutes before Janis clumsily stumbled out her front door and to the car “hi” Janis said with an awkward smile as you two made eye contact “hey” you said with a smile on your face as she sat next to you

You guys get to the school and Cady takes you straight to the office telling the others you’ll be back in a minute. “Hello excuse me miss?” Cady says trying to get the lady at the desk’s attention “oh hello dear do you need help with something?” The lady asks “yes my cousin in new here and I just wanted to make sure she has a schedule and that all of her credits transferred from her old school” “oh I can check that right now, what’s you name dear?” The lady asks you “(y/n), (y/n) heron” “ah yep you’re right there and all your credits seem to all be in order, would you like me to print out your schedule now?” “Yes please” Cady answers for you. The lady gives you your schedule and you and Cady head over to the rest of the group to hang out before school starts. “Hey we’re back” cady says enthusiastically “good morning here are your drinks” Regina says handing each of you your cups “thank you Regina” you say sitting down next to Janis who is sketching and drinking her coffee with headphones on not paying attention. You lean on her shoulder trying to get a glance at her sketchbook, accidentally starling her “AH OH MY GOD” “oh um sorry I didn’t mean to startle you” you say feeling really bad and scooting away a little “fuck sorry I didn’t mean to scream like that” she says taking off her headphones “it’s my fault, don’t apologize, I should’ve tapped you before invading your space” you say feeling like an idiot “it’s ok…do you want to see what I was drawing?” she asks hoping you’ll say yes “oooo yes I’d love to” you say scooting close to her again, she shows you some of her more recent projects. While you two were talking the rest of the group was observing you two from a small distance. “You guys are seeing this right?” Regina said with a small laugh “if you’re referring to Janis being a dorky lesbian then yes I see it” Damian says smiling a little “you know (y/n) isn’t normally this close with people, she normally keeps a decent amount of physical distance but this, this is definitely new” Cady adds to the conversation. You and Janis are practically in your own world, laughing and talking about her different art pieces and the inspiration behind them “wait so you’re telling me that you made this based off a Kids cartoon you were watching while high as fuck?” You say looking at a very colorful detailed drawing that had some embroidery on it “yeah and surprisingly I didn’t stab myself making it” Janis says laughing a bit then making eye contact with you for a few seconds before you both turned away, you looked at your hands and Janis looked up at the sky “Hey (Y/n) what classes did you get?” Regina asks and you hand her your schedule “ooo yay we all have the same home room, break, and lunch this year” Gretchen says looking over Regina’s shoulder at your schedule Gretchen already had everyone else’s schedule memorized since they all got their schedules over break. You and Janis join the rest of the group “Oh damn English first period, I’m so sorry for you” Damian says with a hand on your shoulder “I have English first period too, who’s her teacher?” Janis asks “Ms. Barnes? Is that the new teacher Ms. Norbury was talking about?” Cady asks Aaron “yeah, it’s actually her first year teaching from what I’ve heard” Aaron says

STUDENT: (Y/N) HERON. 12TH GRADE. SCHEDULE

HOMEROOM: ROOM 1802

(SHARON NORBURY)

PERIOD 1: ENGLISH 12 ROOM 708

(HAILEY BARNES)

PERIOD 2: STATISTICS A-B ROOM 370 (SHARON NORBURY)

BREAK: A

PERIOD 3: STUDY HALL 407

(BRIAN JOHNSON)

PERIOD 4: THEATER PERFORMANCE 1900

(LINDSEY CATER)

LUNCH: A

PERIOD 5: VISUAL ART ADVANCED 1706

(MAZELY JONES)

PERIOD 6: HISTORY 12 ROOM 1204

(HAROLD BAKER)

“Art and theater, that’s the gayest thing I’ve seen since Damian” Regina half joked “we literally have every other class together plus break and lunch, I guess you’ll be seeing me a lot” Janis said with a laugh “that’s honestly really cool, I’ll have someone fun in at least half my classes” you say with a wink

*ring* *ring* “well that’s the bell let’s head to homeroom” Cady says with a smile putting on her backpack and holding Regina’s hand while you all walk to class, you and Janis are in the back of the group walking close to each other but both focused on your phones, you’re texting your friend from back home and Janis is looking at what yarn to buy for her new project. Once you guys get to homeroom the group decided to sit together until they inevitable get separated for talking too much. “Good Morning class, happy Monday, My name is Mrs. Norbury and I will be your home room teacher this year, I was just informed we have a new student here from Florida so everyone please welcome (Y/N) and be kind to her” Mrs. Norbury says “thank you Mrs. Norbury” you say a little awkward Cady kindly puts her hand on your shoulder to comfort you. The class goes by pretty quickly. “So we’ll see you guys after this class, meet at the tree as usual?” Janis asks “yeah I’m so glad we all have A break and lunch this year” Cady says with a smile then gives you a hug “see you later (Y/N)” “bye cads, bye guys” you say before turning to Janis “follow me” Janis says sticking out her hand for you to grab and you do. You to get to class and sit next to each other in the back of the class. The teacher passes out a get to know you worksheet which you finish quickly then pull out your sketchbook to doodle. You’re doodling for like 10 minutes when you feel a light tap on your shoulder, it’s Janis you look at her a little confused then she shows you her sketchbook, it’s a small sketch of the friend group and to your surprise you see an in progress sketch of yourself. This causes you to blush a little, you’re not exactly sure why but you face definitely felt warm and there was definitely butterflies in your stomach “woah that’s really cool” you say quietly “thank you” Janis says turning away quickly, was Janis- no she couldn’t be blushing from such a simple compliment. The rest of class is pretty quiet with you two showing each other progress from your sketches. Class ended and you went to your next class saying good bye to Janis. Math went quickly and before you know it, it was break so you head to the tree from this morning to meet with the rest of the group. “So how’s everyone’s first day of senior year going so far?” Aaron asks “good, really chill” says Janis “for me it’s been going by really fast but it’s fun” you say “oh my goodness I can’t believe how easy today has been” Gretchen says with a sleepy Karen leaning on her “honestly a lot more boring than I expected” Regina says fixing her hair “I’m having an amazing day, that cute theater boy that I’ve been talking to has 4 classes with me” Damian says really happy “ooo ok Damian” you say hyping him up a bit “I am not having fun, I want to go home” Karen says leaning more into Gretchen “aw Karen what’s wrong?” Regina asks concerned “someone called her stupid because she asked what day it was when it was written on the board” Gretchen says holding Karen close “don’t listen to them Karen, they don’t know you, you’re incredibly smart and amazing, ok?” Janis says upset, Karen smiles a little very appreciative of Janis caring so much. You almost smile at how defensive Janis got for Karen seeing this caring side of her melted your heart in the best way. The break ended and you headed to study hall with Janis since none of your teachers were crazy enough to give you homework on the first day you and Janis talked quietly in the back about the different types of art she liked and how she does a lot of mixed media art. Every time you talk to Janis about art it feels like you two are the only two people on earth and like time stop. When the period ended she decided to walk you to theater since her class was in the same direction. Though you haven’t known her that long Janis made you feel really special, it was weird you felt like you didn’t need to put your walls up to protect yourself, you were just you. Exchanging goodbyes and saying you’d see each other at lunch. Theater was fun and easy, you played a name game

you played a name game so everyone could introduce themselves and then a few other games. The bell rang. Lunch time!

The cafeteria was honestly kind of chaotic but you ended up spotting Cady’s red hair very easily. You sat across from Cady knowing Regina would be siting next to her “hey cads” “hi (y/n) how were your classes?” “Good, how about yours?” “Eh pretty boring” Regina, Gretchen, and Karen come over giggling about something “I’m gonna go get cheese fries does anyone else want anything while I’m up?” Regina says “water please” you say and she gives you a nod “hmm i don’t know surprise me?” Cady says with a shrug. Regina leaves Gretchen and Karen follow as Damian and Aaron come over “no dude I’m telling you sports are way less complicated than that” Aaron says trying to convince Damian to watch some sport game with him “hey Damian where’s Janis?” You say a little worried “oh she’s in the art room she wanted to ask Ms. Jones if she had some yarn Janis could use” “oh ok…is she coming to lunch?” “Yeah she should be back in like 5? minutes” a few minutes later Regina, Karen, and Gretchen come to the table then Janis comes over and sits next to you taking one of your chips “Hey!” You say moving your chip bag away from her and she laughs “what you can’t share 1 chip with me?” Janis jokes “I can but you could’ve at least asked silly” you say laughing a bit “ok after school we should totally go to Regina’s house” Karen said “oh absolutely, my mom said that she misses you guys” Regina say.

Art class goes the same as all of the other classes you’ve had with Janis but this time you paint it’s really good quality paint especially since it’s from the school. You and Janis have been close all day. “Alright last class of the day, have fun” Janis says “you too, see you at Damian’s car?” You say “yeah see you later” she gives your hand a small squeeze then heads off to her class. You were definitely blushing from that, ugh this girl has only been your friend for 3 days but this felt different a good difference.

(Monday 2:00pm) fruit loops

Regina👛: y’all wanna go swimming? Today has been pretty warm and as you all know my pool is heated plus there’s a jacuzzi so like if you don’t want to go in the pool we could just chill

Aaron🧍‍♂️: I’m down I’m so glad you decided to keep swimsuits for everyone at your place

(Y/N): um I don’t have mine I’d be down to just go in my bra and the shorts I keep in my bag

Cads🦁: I have an extra one you can wear if you want (y/n)

Gretchen🌷: omg Regina that’s a great idea

Karen💕: 👙👙👙

Damian🌟: ooo absolutely I love a good swim at the George house

Gretchen🌷: Janis?

Damian🌟: she’s probably asleep or in the middle of a sketch with her phone on silent

(Monday 2:15pm) fruit loops

Janis👾: hey y’all sorry I was in the middle of a really good art jam but I’m totally down for a swim

Damian🌟: HA see I was right!!! do I know my best friend? or do I know my best friend?

Regina👛: ok ride arrangements for the ride to my house. Cady, Gretchen, and Karen in my car then the boys and single gays in Damian’s car

Janis👾: WTF BRO

(Y/N): damn 💀 no need to call us out like that

Bell rings and you head to Damian’s car. Aaron is already sitting in the front so you and Janis get in the back “let’s go queers it’s pool time” Damian pulls into Regina’s driveway shortly after Regina and everyone heads inside.

A/N: I couldn’t figure out how to end this one lol but here’s what I think their lunch table seating arrangement looks like also finally so cute Janis x reader moments lol ALSO LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED WHEN I POST NEW PARTS OF THE STORY IVE SEEN OTHER PEOPLE DO IT AND NOW I WANT TO LOL

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Whumptober Day20

(Found Family)

:)

For years he’d searched. He searched to find even a hint of that. He searched for new friends, he’d found them. He searched for a new home, he’d found it. He’d searched for a new family, but he could never truly feel…free around others, not even his Zelda.

But he could feel free around them. He was free when he was with his brothers. Maybe they’d facepalm or scold him, but he never felt like he had disappointed them like he had everyone else.

Everyone else wanted a stoic hero, one who could jump over every hurdle effortlessly. He was not that hero.

He rode on top of bears and deers, he used seal surfing as a means of fun, not duty. He didn’t want to be stoic or too calculated. He didn’t want to be anyone’s doll. He wanted to be Link.

They let him be Link. In turn, he let them be Link too.

Link was a hurt kid who always dreamed of being that stolen child again. Here, together, they were all allowed to be that stolen child again. Malon even said that Time smiled a lot more around them then he used to at all. It made them happy to hear. They made cookies that night.

“I’m sorry I don’t have anything better.”

“It’s better than nothing. It’s so much better than nothing.”

The two were separated from the rest during an ambush. They were captured and taken away. They were able to escape, but Wild’s Slate wasn’t working and Sky had no real form of communication.

They settled in a cave carved into the side of a mountain and planned to stay there until morning. They had a fire going, but it was still so cold. Wild was thankful for the white cloth Sky kept on him. Maybe he still felt bare, but at least there was some barrier.

Sky sat closer to the fire, trying to warm himself up. The rain outside had helped with their escape, but it didn’t help their body temperature. Wild would say that it even plummeted.

The cuts and bruises on his skin didn’t make this experience any better. Wild was sure that Sky was thinking the same. Yet, Sky still held that smile no matter how tired he was. Part of Wild felt envious that Sky could smile so easily.

“Sky?”

Sky turned to Wild, his eyebrows raised. “Yes?”

“Where do you think they are? Do you think they’re looking for us?” Wild asked, wrapping himself tighter in the off-white fabric.

Sky stared at Wild for a while, his eyebrows furrowed. “Of course they’re looking for us. Why wouldn’t they be looking for us?”

Wild looked down, pushing himself in on himself. “I don’t know. Maybe they’re tired of me.”

“If we got tired of you, we’d be tired of ourselves. That’s how I try to see it at least,” Sky said. Sky moved to sit never to Wild.

“Are you in that, “I’m a mistake” era?” He asked.

Wild raised eye eyebrow. “What?”

“What I mean is,” Sky started making random motions with his hands. “are you constantly overcome with thoughts about how worthless you are?” Sky stared him in his eyes.

“I guess,” Wild looked down.

Sky hummed and scooted closer to Wild, wrapping his arm around him. “You can talk to me if you want to. Don’t strain yourself, yeah?”

Wild leaned on Sky’s shoulder, the sailcloth around him so much warmer. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

“A lot of things,” Wild whispered. “You had to carry me and fight at the same time. I was just dead weight.”

Sky ran his hands through Wild’s hair. “I’d do it again if it meant that you would be safe.”

“You got stabbed twice.”

“Nothing a red potion didn’t fix.”

Wild groaned. Sky giggled and rested his head on top of Wild’s.

“You’re so difficult,” Wild grumbled.

“It’s fairly hard to gaslight someone into hating you. Especially if they already love you,” Sky’s voice had a snarky edge to it.

“You don’t love me.”

“Why wouldn’t I love you?”

“Because I’m a fucking idiot.”

Sky’s laugh echoed through the cave. He sprung up from his sitting position. Wild got cold all over again. “You say that as if I’m not also an idiot!”

“You’re not an idiot…”

Sky’s laugh only increased in volume. He curled into himself, gripping his stomach. Wild wondered what was so funny.

“I’m probably more of an idiot than you are!” Sky’s laughing turned into giggles as he sat back down.

“I doubt that.”

Sky laced his fingers in Wild’s hair and pulled the younger’s head on his shoulder. “What have you done to think yourself as the most idiot of Links?”

Wild grew quiet for a few seconds. “I fai-“

“You didn’t fail. It wasn’t that you weren’t enough. It’s that your enemy understood what was going on. You once told us that those Divine Beasts were used against him before. None of that is your fault,” Sky rubbed Wild’s back. “You saw that everything was crashing down and yet, you fought until the end. All of you fought till you couldn’t or didn’t have to.”

Wild felt Sky’s demeanor change. “Sky-“

“I’m the idiot. If not for my dumb mistake, none of you would’ve been consigned to the fate you were given. You are in the presence of a true lizard-minded fool.” Sky’s chuckle was dry.

Wild brought his hand up and pushed Sky’s head onto his own. They sat there for a while. Surrounded by no sound but the crackling of weak fire.

For years he’d searched. He searched to find even a hint of that warmth, and maybe he’d found it. He could feel free around them. He was free when he was with his brothers.

Wild pulled the sailcloth tighter around himself. “Thank you, Sky.”

“Of course, Champion. You always have me.” Another few seconds of silence passed.

“I love you, Sky.”

“I love you too, Champion.”

[imagineanime2022]

Chrollo’s Younger Sibling

Chrollo X Sibling Reader

Summary: You see the attack before anyone else and stop it before your brother can get to deep in trouble.

🕷 Everyone knew that Chrollo had a sibling but you weren’t a part of the Troupe, he would send you money from jobs and check up on you but it was rare that you saw each other.

🕷 Well, he never saw you but when you finally figured out what he do, you knew what he was trying to do, you knew that he was trying to keep you safe but you intended to do the same for him.

🕷 When you had heard that someone had killed Uvo and then the Troupe was announced dead you decided to go and figure everything out.

🕷 You were pretty capable yourself, so going head to head with someone that wants to kill your brother seemed like a good idea.

You quickly found out that your brother and the rest of the Troupe were okay but you didn’t leave York New City because you had heard about the Chain User that had been trying to hunt them down, you had no intention of letting him get close to them after he had successfully killed Uvo.

You were following your brother as he headed to the hotel, the rain was ruining your clothes but you continued forward keeping a close eye on the Chain User who was disguised, you managed to get into the hotel without being seen by any of the Troupe. It only took a while for your eyes to catch onto a boy walking in he was on the phone, he seemed to be shouting at someone over the phone as you watched him you saw that both the younger boys that your brother had taken hostage seemed to know him and be listening to him “With people like you working for me I’m going to have a very dark future.” He yelled and you smirked as you leaned against the bannister of the balcony, they were going to turn the lights... “I’m going to close my eyes just this once, you had better get over to the hotel at 7 o’clock sharp!” You glanced at the clock, 3 minutes left you looked at the clock vaguely hearing Nobunaga talking. You watched the clock only taking note of where everyone was standing.

“3,2,1” You counted to yourself, you moved the moment that the lights went out, you were quick, you grabbed the chains before they made contact with your brother and threw a knife at the man sitting on the sofa stopping him from leaving, the younger two were taken care of by the rest of the Troupe. The lightning flashed as you pulled the Chain User towards you easily knocking him on his front and sitting on his back. “I’ll give you 4 credit it was a good plan and it would have worked if I wasn’t here.” The lights flicked back on and you looked over at the guys on the sofa. “I’d stop moving we have three of your friends, one of which I really want dead.” 

“Who are you?” He asked.

“Now that would be telling.” You smirked as you grabbed the Chain User by his hair “now then, what’s your problem?” 

“They killed my Clan!” He answered through gritted teeth and you nodded.

“Under those pretences, I’m not doing anything wrong if I were to kill you before you killed my brother.” You said as you pulled the knife out of you, lifting it before bringing it down to stab through the side of his neck before multiple shouts of protest rung through the air, your knife stopped as you looked over that the two youngest hostages through the corner of your eye. “Can I help you?” 

“How did you know where he was?” The white-haired one asked.

“Well my nen ability enhances all of my senses to the level of a wolf’s.” You answered with a shrug.

“Please don’t kill our friend!” The other kid yelled, your attention turned to him and you shrugged.

“Make me an offer.” You suggested and this time it was the chain user that spoke.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“My brother and his friends are alive.” You smirked as you pressed the tip of the knife to his jugular.

“We’ll leave now, you’ll have 24 hours to leave the city and if you are still here after that I’ll kill every last one of you.” He threatened and you looked at your brother, who nodded softly, you pulled the knife from his neck and gestured for them to let the other 2 go as you literally lifted the chain user from the floor you walked over to the boy on the sofa grabbing the knife that was pinning him there and gesturing for him to get up, you lead all 4 boys to the entrance of the Hotel.

“Now here’s my warning if I ever see you near my brother or his friends again, I’ll kill you no questions asked.” You smiled before waving them off into the rain before turning back to your brother and closing the door.

“I thought you were supposed to be staying out of trouble.” He said softly as you walked back over to him.

“I was in the area.” You shrugged. “You’ve got 24 hours to get going.” 

“You can’t possibly think that we’re leaving,” Chrollo smirked as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder leading you out of the hotel, with the others following behind you.

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[writtenbyariavargas]

Day 16

Semi-consciousness - Toshiro Hitsugaya ("Zombiegaya")

mind control cw, mind control tw, death mention cw, death mention tw, violence cw, violence tw, drugs cw, drugs tw, drugged cw, drugged tw, loss of will cw, loss of will tw

There was such a profound feeling of fog in my mind. The only thing that was clear were the commands that Giselle spoke. My body listened even though I didn’t want to. I had been stripped of my captain’s haori and forced to wear a Quincy uniform. I couldn’t fight back, the fog that seeped through each synapse, each electrical pulse making me unable to do anything but obey the Quincy girl. Her voice, her will, anything she wanted from me I obeyed without pause. It was as though my own will was caged behind hers. I didn’t even feel like myself, let alone feel much of anything.

I didn’t know if I were even technically alive but I moved when told to. I attacked when told to. I fought for Giselle.

Even with a part of me trying to claw its way out I was stuck in a state of just being conscious enough to obey. Nothing else mattered. My life did not matter unless the girl decided it did. Moments within the fog my mind screamed at me trying to get me to do something, anything, of my own will. To no avail my will could not push past what kept me under her spell for lack of a better word.

When she summoned me to fight against Madarame and Ayasegawa I came without complaint. My body complied with her orders. I drew my zanpakuto and attacked. The part that was still me begged to be let out, begged to stop fighting my comrades. Unfortunately the control that her blood had over me kept me unable to pry myself from it. My muscles moved of their own accord and I could see myself trying to kill both of the members from the Juuichibantai. I watched myself in silent horror as I froze Madarame’s leg, then stabbed him through the chest. I continued to attack him until Ayasegawa blocked and my violence turned on him. I didn’t give him a chance to even release his zankpakuto. If I could have told them to kill me I would have. During this battle that’s all I could think of what would stop me from killing my comrades. The battle continued and even though I held little respect for Kurotsuchi I didn’t truly want to kill him either.

I did what my mistress wanted, fighting and trying to kill her enemies. I could hear the excitement in his voice in how he wanted to use me as a new test subject in order to create new medicines. My body still moved, attacked, not stopping without an order from Giselle. Attack after attack, I started to feel something pricking my skin. Kurotsuchi had to have been doing something. The fog was still strong, but I was starting to feel something different.

He started to ask me what loop I was on, speaking as though he’d already given me drugs. He had. I realized it too late. I’d been following the orders given to me that even my own distrust of the captain was put to the side. He stabbed each of my limbs with his zanpakuto, consequently immobilizing them. My body tried to move, tried to fight back. There was no use. Even if Giselle ordered me to move, to kill him, I couldn’t.

“It pains me to give this to you when you’re unable to resist,” Kurotsuchi sighed and finally part of me was able to come out.

“No! Stop!” I begged. I hated to be at his mercy but he approved of my begging and injected the drug into my neck.

Pain radiated throughout my body. I screamed, cried out, but couldn’t thrash about. I felt Giselle’s control be taken from me, but replaced with the fog of Kurotsuchi’s control. My heart ached, begging to be free. All I wanted was to be in control of myself again. I didn’t want to be at the behest of someone else.

[sweetarethediscords]

“Fool Me Once” - Part 3

Pairing: Kacchako, Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako

CW: Cheating, Underage Drinking

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“Jeez, Bakugou,” Frog Face croaked. “You don’t look so good.” 

Katsuki stabbed his chopsticks right through the heart of the egg yolk in his bowl and swirled its golden blood into his gohan.

“Are you sick or something?” Tsu added.

“Sick of fucking bullshit,” he grumbled under his breath, trying not to glare at Deku across the room. 

He was sitting with Tenya and Shoto and Ochako like it was just another bright and shiny UA day.

Tsu was about to join them too judging by the extra chocolate anpan balanced on an extra cup of tea made with cinnamon and honey just how Ochako liked it. 

Bitterly, Katsuki noted that Deku should be the one getting her breakfast. Especially if he liked her enough to keep dragging her along while going on museum dates with brainy blondes.

His breakfast turned tasteless in his mouth.

God how he wanted to think of anything else. 

“His bad mood’s my fault I think Tsu,” Eijirou said, stepping between them, shielding Tsu from the miasma of rage slowly oozing off of Katsuki. “Tetsu crashed at my place last night and we might have gotten a little rowdy watching old Schwarzenegger movies.” 

“Schwarzenegger?” she questioned.

“He’s this super manly Austrian bodybuilder turned American Actor turned American Governor.” Ei flexed his bicep. “You should see his guns. The man’s an inspiration!”

“How does being muscly qualify someone to be a politician?” 

Ei shrugged. “Don’t know. America’s weird like that.”

“I guess.” Tsu walked off to join the rest of her happily ignorant crew.

Katsuki hoped Eijirou would follow suit and leave him to stew in his misery, but the redhead was not so easily shaken.

“Bro,” he said as he sat down, “I don’t want to tell you how to feel your feelings. But you gotta at least come up with some sort of excuse or else you’re gonna start raising suspicion.”

“Maybe I want to raise suspicion,” he snipped, stabbing at his breakfast. “Maybe if people were a little more suspicious around her, people would get away with window shopping girls like their trying to pick a new pair of stupidly priced, stupidly big sneakers to wear on their stupidly freckled feet.”

“Kats, we went over this. It’s not like—”

“I know what it’s not like.” 

Katsuki grabbed some hot sauce and dumped it liberally over the rice. Maybe that would bring some taste back to it.

Eijirou sighed. “So what do you want to do?”

“It’s not about what I want to do. If it was about what I want to do, it’d already be done and I’d be arrested.” 

“Then what can I do to help?”

Katsuki huffed a laugh. “Make numb nuts over there fucking choose a chick.”

Eijirou stroked his chin in thought. “I don’t think I can make him but I could probably hype up one of the girl’s a lot. Question is who?”

“Who what?” Mina asked. 

The bubbly pink gossip also known as Eijirou’s girlfriend sat down beside the pair. Antennas and curls bouncing. Katsuki swore they gave her a super hearing quirk none of the knew about.

“Who Kats is going to be for Halloween!” Ei quickly lied. “He doesn’t have a costume yet.” 

“Oooo!” Mina squealed excitedly. “He could be our Subotai!”

“You’re what?” Katsuki growled.

“Ei’s going as Conan the Barbarian, I’m going as Valeria. I’ve still got enough fabric to whip up one more toga for ya if you want to be out trusty archer,” she smiled. 

“Yeah, bro! We’d have to find you a wig and stuff but I’d bet you’d look damn good in a handlebar mustache,” Ei added.

Katsuki shuddered at the thought, recalling the patchy handlebar ‘stache his dad had sported for way too long, insisting it would eventually grow into a beard. 

“And want to scratch my face off all night? No fucking thank you,” he said. “I ain’t going to the party anyway.”

“What? Why?” Mina asked.

“Because why the fuck would I want to be surrounded by a bunch of drunk, screaming idiots all night?”

“Because you’d be drunk too?” 

“Tch. And deal with feeling like fucking shit the next morning?” he washed the newly added heat of his breakfast down with his coffee. “No fucking thank you.”

Mina pouted and looked down at her breakfast forlorn. “Guess a certain brainiac will be disappointed then.” 

His coffee soured.

Mina peered up at him and smiled, clearly misreading his pursed expression.

“Gotcha there. Bet you’re thinking twice about going now that you know Miss Shield will be there,” she mocked. “Denki told me all about y’all’s little study dates. So cute!” 

“It wasn’t a date,” he grumbled. “I’m just helping her out with her apprenticeship project.”

“By flexing your muscles?” she tugged her earlobe playfully. “News travels fast around here.”

Not fast enough, Katsuki thought.

“Do you know who Mel’s going as for Halloween?” Ei asked 

“No clue,” she said. “Which means she might be open to doing a couples costume with someone.”

Katsuki chugged the rest of his coffee and stood. “I’m going for a run.”

“Awww come on Kat! There’s no need to be bashful!” Mina called after him as he walked away.

He flipped her off and headed outside to clear his head with the crisp morning air.

🔍🔍🔍🔍🔍

He had managed to avoid direct contact with all three of them for most of the day, thank god.

Did it mean he had to be an absolute jerk all day to do it? Sure. But honestly it felt good to be a— 

“Jerk,” Ochako smacked him in the back of the head, surprising him and jolting him to his feet.

“What the fuck?!”

Ochako released her quirk, letting herself down to the ground slowly. “I should be asking you the same thing! What the fuck crawled up your ass today?” 

“Nothing crawled up my ass,” he snapped back. “And how the fuck did you find me anyway?”

Barely anybody knew about his spot in the woods. Only Ei.

Had he told Ochako? Was he setting this up as an excuse for him to tell her what Deku was up to?

“I followed you!”

Oh. 

“You followed me? Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Because you’ve been acting like a jerk all day, avoiding me *and* Melissa, then next thing I know you’re randomly stomping off into the woods,” she threw her arms up in the air. “I was worried!”

“About me in the woods?!” 

“About you in general! You only act this off and jerky when something’s really bothering you. So what’s up?”

Katsuki chewed the inside of his cheek.

“And don’t say ‘nothing’,” she added with a huff.

He couldn’t tell her outright.

But she would know if he lied. 

“I think Melissa’s seeing someone else,” he said. Not a lie.

Ochako’s eyes widened, the angry furrow in her brow softening a bit.

“No,” she said so shocked and softly, he would’ve found it comforting any other time.

But now it felt like a twist of a knife. 

“Oh no.” All the anger melted from her face. “You’re sure?”

Katsuki kept his eyes to the ground and tapped the toe of his shoe against it. “Pretty fucking sure.”

“Who is it? Someone from UA or—”

“Someone from her past, I think. So—”

“So you’re gonna win her back, right?” 

He ran his hand down his face and sighed. “Cheeks I don’t—”

“If it’s someone from her past, then they’re probably from the US, right?” she said. “Which means they’re all the way over there and you’re here. Looking hot, making her laugh, being there for her… you can’t give up!” 

“Look, it’s alright. I—”

“It’s not alright!” she insisted, stomping her foot for emphasis. “Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t give up! Not in the face of deadly villains and certainly not on winning the heart of a girl he likes!”

“Cheeks if she likes—” 

“If she liked this rando so fucking much she’d just be with him instead of flirting with you,” she huffed.

Katsuki ground his teeth subconsciously, cutting into the side of his cheek and drawing a bit of blood.

Her footsteps crunched across the leaves towards him. 

A pair of sparkling, kind, brown eyes blocked his view of the dying grass.

“What I’m saying is you still have a chance, Bakugou,” she smiled softly. “You’re here, they’re not. She won’t feel so lonely with you.”

“Tch. I don’t wanna be just a body to keep a bed warm.” 

“You won’t be,” she said. “It might start like that, sure. But over time she’ll see how wonderful you are and fall in love with you slowly, then all at once.” She took his hands in hers and ran the soft pads of her thumbs over his knuckles. “But it won’t happen unless you try.” 

The thought of winning Melissa back was far from his mind. He wanted to get even.

He wanted her to hurt just as much as he did, as much as Cheeks would if she ever found out.

Deku too. Fuck however innocent or love torn he was. The nerd had to choose.

He’d make him choose. 

His churning thoughts had a new target to focus on, the sparks of a plan already starting to smolder in his mind.

Ochako smiled. “There you are.”

“What?”

“There’s that Dynamight determination,” Ochako cheered. “You want to win now, don’t ya?” 

Katsuki smirked. “Yeah, Cheeks. I wanna win.” 

🔍🔍🔍🔍🔍

There were a lot of ways to win, but the right way to win was what his mind couldn’t settle on.

Threatening Deku to choose head on wouldn’t work. After the war he’d unfortunately (in this case) developed a spine. Fucker wouldn’t willingly hurt someone but Katsuki wouldn’t be surprised if he kept dragging his feet just to spite him. Or worst would tell Ochako that he’d pressured him to choose. Or worst worst, end things with Ochako super messily because he would be scared shitless and respond stupidly. 

Or he could end things with Melissa super messily. But something in his gut told him that wasn’t going to happen.

Deku was going to pick Melissa, he just needed the balls to do it without worrying about what their classmates might think.

He needed a challenge to do it. 

He needed to feel like he was going to lose her. Which was easier said than done when Melissa was into him enough to ask him on a date.

Katsuki groaned as he flopped back on his mattress, finding himself at another obstacle.

His phone pinged, a welcome distraction before he saw that it was a message from Melissa.

A selfie even. Her with her glasses hung low on her nose, wearing a dark curly wig.

Think I should go brunette? 😉

Shouldn’t you ask Deku that? he considered texting back. 

Was this part of her Halloween costume? Why would she—

At once, two voices echoed in his mind sparking inspiration.

The first belonging to a well meaning Alien Queen.

“…she might be open to doing a couples costume with someone…” 

The second belonging to a pair of kind brown eyes and plump rosy cheeks.

“…she won’t feel so lonely with you…”

Katsuki rose from his bed and opened his dorm door just a crack, listening, quickly picking up Deku’s high, breathy laugh trickling down the hall. 

Game night was tonight. Deku never missed a game night and was intense as hell the entire time.

God themselves could be texting him and he wouldn’t answer.

Katsuki’s phone pinged again, pulling him back towards his bed.

MS: What are you doing tonight?👀 

Katsuki smiled wickedly.

She *was* lonely. Deku’s attention was elsewhere so she put her attention elsewhere.

Not a healthy coping mechanism by any means but one that could be exploited.

BK: Checking out this new cute brunette that just texted me. 

BK: Still waiting to see her in that white wig and blue skimpy outfit though.

MS: 🤔🤔🤔 I’ll think about it. Would need to find a cunning linguist to sell the costume though.

Katsuki cracked his knuckles and leaned back on his pillows, readying himself for spiteful flirting. 

BK: I think I know a cunning linguist 👅 but what about the brunette? What does she need?

MS: A brawny, brainy explorer to help save me from an evil mummy.

So she was going as that librarian from The Mummy.

BK: Well, I definitely think I can help you out of those wraps. 

A picture followed, angled a little lower. The button up blouse she was wearing had opened up a bit, exposing her cleavage and the crimson lace of her bra.

MS: These wraps? But I worked so hard on my Halloween costume. 🥺

Katsuki closed his eyes and took a deep breath, calming himself, maintaining his focus. She was hot, no doubt about that.

He didn’t have the chance to give a witty response back before she texted:

What are you dressing up as?

Fuck.

He didn’t have an answer for that one. 

He looked around his room for something, anything to claim was a costume that would be enticing enough for her.

A shirtless pic was the obvious choice, but saying “a washboard” was too much of a douche reply for her. And he wasn’t a fucking cosplayer pulling props out his ass. 

His gaze fell on the pair of reading glasses resting on his nightstand. Ochako had dragged him out to get them after catching him squinting at their history textbook one study session.

She had picked out the style too, nerdy round shaped frames that she said looked good. 

Really they made him look like a dork.

And Melissa liked dorks so…

He whipped off his shirt, threw on his glasses then posed with his signature scowl for a mirror selfie.

BK: The perfect blend of brains and brawn.

MS: 🥵🥵🥵

MS: Those glasses tho 🤔🤔🤔

BK: 🤔? 

The fuck was that emoji for?

MS: Those glasses look familiar. More like a cunning linguist than just some brains and brawn.

Katsuki looked at himself in the mirror. They looked familiar? Did Deku fucking wear glasses too or some shit? Or…

He smiled wickedly. 

BK: Dunno. Guess you’ll have to wait til the Halloween party to find out.

Katsuki didn’t give two shits what she texted back, he was too busy searching up the perfect picture and knocking on Eijirou’s door.

Mina answered, just as he expected.

“What’s up Bakubro?” 

Katsuki shoved his phone towards his face. “This.”

“What?”

“You said you’d help me with my Halloween costume. I need you to make me a sexy version of this motherfucker.”

Mina knit her brow and took the phone from him. “Really? I didn’t even know you knew this movie.” 

“I don’t, but Mel loves it.” He exchanged a knowing glance with Eijirou as he joined Mina at the door.

Ei raised a doubtful eyebrow. Katsuki smiled impishly for a moment before dropping back into a scowl as Mina looked up.

“Ohhhh. I’ve got an idea.” 

She handed the phone back to him, a smug grin on her face. “What do you think about that? I’ve got enough fabric and some leftover festival face paint we can use for it.”

He nodded. “I think she’s gonna love it.”

🔍🔍🔍🔍🔍

Mina took his costume idea and fucking ran with it. 

The other guys however.

“So run us through this plan of yours one more time,” Hanta said beside him, having made his way up next to him mid-run.

Shoto, Eijirou, Shoji, and Tetsu all fell in stride him, annoyingly crowding the track.

Katsuki rolled his eyes and snarled. 

“How many times do I have to fucking go through this?” I’m making Deku choose.”

“By helping Melissa feel less lonely at the Halloween party?” Hanta clarified. “That’s the part we’re hung up on.”

“The party’s gonna be packed with people,” Shoto said. “Why would she be lonely?” 

“And she’s got 2 guys competing for her heart,” Tetsu added. “That seems like a lot of attention coming her way.”

“I ain’t competing for anything of hers,” Katsuki snapped. “She’ll be lonely because Deku’s will be fucking busy saving face with Uraraka the whole night.” 

“Saving face?” Ei asked.

“Everyone knows he’s supposed to be seeing Uraraka, right? It’d be weird if they didn’t spend the Halloween party hanging out together. Which means Melissa’s gotta watch them spend the whole party hanging out together.” 

“She’ll be jealous,” Shoji noted.

“And drunk probably,” Katsuki added. “And surrounded by people she’s only sort of friends with. So when the guy she sends titty pics to whenever Deku’s busy walks in looking like her fantasy, I’m sure she’ll be giving me a lot of attention.” 

“Thus making Deku jealous,” Shoji concluded.

“Exactly.” Katsuki turned to Hanta. “Now 3M if all of a sudden IcyHot started flirting with another guy in front of you what would you do?”

Shoto frowned. “I would never.”

“It’s a hypothetical, Peppermint, calm down.” 

Hanta narrowed his eyes at Katsuki. “I wouldn’t let that happen.”

“You’d cause a scene, wouldn’t ya?” Katsuki snickered.

“Not a scene but,” he glanced towards Shoto, “I’d handle it.”

His boyfriend blushed and Katsuki groaned in disgust.

“Anyway. What is Deku gonna do then?” 

“Handle it?” Shoto asked.

“Bingo.”

“But this all rides on Midoriya liking Melissa more that Uraraka,” Ei said. “And I’m not sure—”

“Ya don’t skip out on a date with the girl you like more to hang out with the girl you like less last minute,” he stated. “The moment he chose that museum date over pumpkin picking with Uraraka, who he likes more was clear. He just needs to fucking own up to it now.”

Their footfalls against the rubber track underscored their processing as they considered Katsuki’s argument.

“How can we help?” Shoji asked. 

“Keep Melissa and Deku from talking one on one with each other tonight, and make sure Deku and Uraraka stay together in Melissa’s line of sight as much as you can,” Katsuki instructed. “I’ll handle the rest.”

“You’re sure this is a good idea?” Ei asked. 

“You worked real hard to get over you and Midoriya’s past bullshit. I don’t want you throwing that away over something like this.”

“Tch. I’m doing this because I fucking know the idiot doesn’t even realize what he’s doing is messed up,” he replied. Either way it goes him and I will be fine. I’ll still be fucking pissed at him for it. But I ain’t gonna beat the shit out of him or something over it.”

“Good,” Ei sighed in relief. “Last thing we need is another Aizawa lecture because of that.”

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Next Part ->

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Envy

A kind-of sequel to this, in which Martino finds out and has to pretend he’s not losing his mind with jealousy

TW for something that could be construed as a sex mention (I didn't mean it that way, but upon looking again that’s how it reads, and I think it’s funny so I’m leaving it in)

Martino could barely believe his luck. 

After two decades of thinking he ruined everything, lost the love of his life to his own choices, Giacomo was here. And, against all odds, still wanted him.

He was going to prove himself worthy of it. He’d never hurt him again.

They’d talked about the past, gotten everything out in the open. A new start.

As they lay there, curled up in bed, Giacomo said: “If we’re confessing, there’s one more thing you should know. I don’t think it’s a huge deal or anything, but I don’t want you hearing it somewhere else.”

“Of course, babe. I’m listening.”

“Alright,” Giacomo started, wringing his hands in his typical nervous gesture, “so, right after we broke up, I was...not doing great, to say the least.” Martino ignored the sharp stab of guilt at the reminder of that time. He needed to give Giacomo his full attention.

“And, I guess looking back it was all part of his plan, but Basilio came to comfort me, and, well,” At this, Giacomo stopped, lacking the courage to finish his sentence. 

A familiar feeling of protectiveness flared in Martino’s chest: “What did the bastard do?”

“No, actually, that’s it. This time, he actually didn’t really do anything wrong. I guess you could say we did something wrong together. Multiple times.”

“Whatever happened, you can tell me. I won’t judge, babe, you know that.”

“I’ll hold you to that. Okay. He was kind of my...I’m not sure distraction is the right word. Rebound, maybe? But that night, when he came in to see how I was doing, I kissed him. And for the next couple months, he helped get me back on my feet.”

Martino knew he had no right to be angry. If anything, he should be mad at himself, for hurting the man he loved so badly that Giacomo felt the need to turn to someone like Basilio.

And he wasn’t mad. Not really.

He was, on the other hand, so fucking jealous he could barely see straight.

But, he would process that later. Right now, Giacomo was looking at him with his glowing green eyes, nervously awaiting his response.

Martino pressed a kiss to his forehead: “It was so sweet of you to tell me, when you didn’t have to. I would never be upset with you for something like that, I promise.

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“He what?!” Vincenzo sounded genuinely shocked when Martino told him about the previous night’s conversation.

“Nah, I called it. We always thought there was something between those two,” Enrico spoke up, before Niccolo clamped a hand over his mouth. 

Martino glared at him: “Shockingly, that isn’t making me feel any better.”

“I mean,” Niccolo said, “and not to judge, I understand what happened, but you did break his heart.”

“Pretty viciously,” Vincenzo said.

“It was hilarious,” Enrico jumped in.

“So you really don’t have a right to be jealous,” Niccolo continued, as if he hadn’t been interrupted. 

“I know,” Martino sighed, “I’ve been arguing with my own emotions all day. And I’d never tell him, of course. He’d find a way to make it his fault, and that’s the last thing I want.”

“Why are you jealous?” Vincenzo asked, “he clearly did it because of you.”

“I don’t know, okay. I know I’m being ridiculous. I guess I was always afraid that if he had to choose, Giacomo would pick him. And now it kind of feels like he did.”

“Did you miss the part of the story where he cried over you for a week?”

“Enrico, you are not helping.”

[star-writing]

Decided to start posting some of my short stories of various ideas and OCs of mine and my friends

Walking over to the new kid, I could tell they weren’t doing too hot.

“Hey kid, you ok?” I whispered. Everyone else was asleep so I didn't want to wake anyone up.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Just not tired.”

Just looking at them I could tell that was bullshit. I wasn’t going to say that yet though. The kid looked ready to stab me at any moment. Wouldn’t blame them though.

“You need a place to sleep?” I asked, figuring they just missed out on getting a hammock. “I don’t sleep much anyway so you can have mine.”

“No. I’m ok. You need to sleep.”

“Kid. When I say I don’t sleep much I mean I only sleep once a week and even then it’s usually during the day. Go sleep. I’ll even sing you to sleep.”

“And what do you get out of it?”

“I mean, hopefully a possible friend would be nice. If not that then at least an ally. I’ll watch out and make sure no one bothers you.”

“Why should I trust you?”

“I mean it’s up to you. I know nothing about you except that you’re new on the ship and I know you haven’t slept in the last couple days. You need to sleep, so go sleep. I’ll sit within view and make sure none of the idiots aboard mess with you. When you wake up I’ll either be up top or still in the same spot. Most likely same spot.”

“Can you show me where the hammock is and where you’ll be?”

“Yep.” Standing up, I offer my hand to them to help them up. We walk over to where my hammock is and I point to the beam straight across from it. As they get into the hammock I notice them, or maybe her, struggling to breathe right.

“Please for the love of the ocean. Don’t tell me you’ve been binding this entire time.”

“What?” They looked scared. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“I’m going to turn around. When I turn back around I expect you to have bandages in your hands. If you need help let me know. You wouldn’t be the first one I’ve had to help with this.”

“Umm. Can you help me a little?”

“Yep. Front or back?”

“Front. So you know a safer way to manage, you know, this,” waving a hand around their chest area.

“Yeah. A different style of ‘binding’ that’s not about restricting but more of support. I’ll help you in the morning with it ok? Tonight though, nothing. Imma be blunt. Ya tits need to breathe.”

“Thank you. I’m sorry you have to do all this for me.”

“One. Don’t thank me for doing things like this. It’s part of my job and I’m just being a decent person. Two. All I’m doing is what I wish someone had been able to do for me. Help me and show me how to be better. I can tell you haven’t had an easy life. I want to help you.”

“My names Artemis.”

“Ashton Hayden at your service.”

After helping them with the bandages and grabbing my spear. I sat where I showed them I would. I could see where Artemis would be sleeping and would be able to block anyone who tried to disturb them. I cast a quick little one way silence spell. And explained how it worked.

“So any sound made within the circle can leave. But no sounds from outside will be able to be heard. That way in the morning you can sleep. Would you like me to demonstrate?”

“Yes please.”

I showed them how they could still hear me from outside but not the other way around.

“Any song requests?”

“Up to you.”

“Ok.” After they got in the hammock and were comfortable I sat down and started singing, putting a tiny bit of siren charm into my voice.

As I saw Artemis falling asleep, I knew I’d be the one to watch over them. They were now part of my pack. And heaven have mercy on anyone who harms my pack.

Resting on the pole. I sat and watched. Making sure that Artemis was safe and could sleep peacefully

[terapsina]

9. What’s your favorite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written?

Okay, I do have a few. Let's see. Spoilers for the contents of my fics I guess (no one cares, but I thought I should mention it).

From She's Come Undone and Set Free:

I really loved writing Elena's rage and thirst to make Damon pay for hurting Caroline okay?

“No,” Elena said, voice sharp as the daggers she had driven through the chests of more than one Mikaelson, sharp enough it would cut the eldest Salvatore in half. “I’m not letting him get away with it that easy, he’s going to live, because I’m going to make him regret the day he decided to touch either one of us.”

She turned around and locked eyes with Rebekah to make one final point, “So we will go to New Orleans, I will break my sire bond to Damon, but you will tell Elijah nothing about this, you will tell Klaus nothing about this. He’s ours.”

Another scene I really liked was Caroline grappling with the trauma that has been pushed to the surface because someone else knows now.

She tried to anchor herself to the present. Damon would never touch her again, she wasn’t the weak little Caroline who fell for the first set of pretty eyes that showed interest. The human girl, who didn’t know anything about anything and couldn’t protect herself.

She was badass vampire Caroline Forbes and none of this could ever break her.

Most days she believed it, today it took all of her strength not to shrivel into that powerless girl she'd once been not that long ago at all.

And Caroline getting to actually finally truly make Damon pay for what he'd done to her.

So she grabbed blindly for something, anything that would make him pay for all the things he’d stolen from her, all the things she’d had to fight tooth and nail to get back. Like her ability to trust. Like not flinching when she kissed Matt, and then Tyler, and then- well, whoever it was she decided she wanted to kiss. Like smiling and meaning it. Her hand found something sharp and pointy and feeling a sickly sort of exhilaration she stabbed it into his lower abdomen.

A long-carried impulse she didn't have to suppress anymore.

It didn’t make her feel better to hear his half-smothered scream, not really, nothing could ever make it better. But it did give her a moment of something like calm.

It was good enough.

And then there's me just being a shallow romantic but I really enjoyed writing the Elejah tension here. I think I did good 😏

She raised her head to look Elijah in the eye and couldn't help taking note of the familiarity of the angle of her raised chin. His eyes darkened before he flicked them away in something like self-preservation.

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From 5 Times The Doctor Talked About River Song With Graham (+1 Time The Fam Finally Met Her)

Letting Thirteen drop her always cheerful and hopeful mask because Graham's question stings? I'm proud of the little moment.

“Did you ever try to-”

“What? Change it? Save her? Go back and make sure she never died there? Take her place?” She glares at him and for a fraction of a moment she looks her age, millennia old and furious and terrifying beyond reason, and for that one moment Graham is almost scared of her. And then she blinks, her gaze losing it’s terrible intensity, and he’s not even sure that he didn’t imagine it. “She would never have forgiven me. And- and her timeline is complicated, even if I tried to- there’s a very good chance if I did it that I’d be erasing her from the universe entirely.”

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From 5 Times Monica and Her Mom Have Difficult Conversations About Auntie Carol (+1 Time She Plans A Parent Trap With Her Skrull Friend)

Another case of the romantic in me making me love a scene I've written. Plus I love the wisdom of kids, where they make complicated things simple.

“You’re supposed to say it back.” Monica says, losing her patience. It’s been happening for months now, this weird thing where they almost say something and then never actually do.

“We’ve talked about this, Monica.” Mom says, placing her stack of dishes in the sink and then taking the ones from Monica.

“No. you said that Auntie Carol had to figure it out on her own. I think she’s figured it out.” Monica says back and then, perhaps rather unwisely, actually says the thing that’s been hiding in her mind for a while now. “I think you’re just scared.” 

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From One Ring to Ruin It All (Not On Henry's Watch)

If I got a nickel for every time I wrote a fic about a precocious kid trying to make their moms stop being stupid and admit that they love each other already I'd have two nickels but it's weird that I did it twice.

Anyway, I loved writing this moment for Henry.

 “I know you love her, Mom. Really love her. And you need to tell her because- because you don’t have time to wait anymore.”

And then he pushed his hand into his pocket and pulled out the little silver ring with a diamond centerpiece. It would actually be kind of pretty if its sight didn’t pull his insides into a knot.

“What-”

“I found it in Hook’s coat,”

[elilovesu]

Chapter 01

Gracie’s POV

“Wait, Ames, is it the cake first or the gift”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m waking her up”

“Wait-  no hold on, we forgot to light them up”

“Theo! Does it look like i fucking care? No, I don’t. I'm waking her up”

“But-”

“What is going on-” I said with a groggy voice and squinted eyes as I rose from my bed onto my forearms.

“Great, you’ve woken her up, thank you.” Amelie said as he turned around to glare at Theo.

“Hey! She wouldn’t have woken up if you hadn’t been so indecisive” Theo said as he glared back.

“Me? Do you even hear yourself Theo?” 

I missed these lunatics.

“Hello, I’m still here” I said with an amused smile, trying to draw back attention to the fact that the two of them were in my bedroom, at 6 in the morning, with no explanation whatsoever.

“Oh right, happy 17th loser,” Amelie said as she nonchalantly threw what appeared to be a gift bag onto my bed. I let out a small laugh and placed it on my bedside table before my face slowly fell.

Oh fuck, it’s my birthday.

“Hey it’ll be fine-” Theo started as I dragged my palms down my face.

“No theo, it’s not going to be fine, he’s coming-” I said as i looked at him.

“Wait, huh? Who’s coming? Did I miss something or-” Amelie said as she glanced back and forth between me and Theo.

“Oh god,” I said as I crept under my cover, waiting for it to swallow me up and never show me the light of day again.

“What the fu- Theo who’s ‘he’?” Amelie asked as she swiveled to face him with a confused expression. Theo let out a sigh that clearly meant ‘you’re so dumb’

“Miles.” He replied. “Miles is coming.”

“Miles- So?” Amelie asked, completely flabbergasted. “We meet him every single day, he’s one of our best friends!” She said with an amused laugh, looking at us like we had gone absolutely mental.

“Ames,” I said as I looked up at her. “It’s my seventeenth birthday” 

It took her a second but I saw the realization slowly creep up her face.

“Oh shit.”

Oh shit indeed.

In the Abbot household, there is a multitude of unspoken traditions. And being a part of them since I was a tiny baby meant that I have grown up to love and cherish them.

 Like the way my parents always gave our maids a break on Sundays and made breakfast for them with me, or how they always bought my friends their favorite pastries for them on their birthdays, Or the way that they wrote me a letter every Saturday, despite knowing very well how to operate their own laptops when I’m away at Brookfield. 

But there is one tradition that I will never, ever grow to understand, well, two of them I guess.

Being friends with the Connors.

Now don’t get me wrong, Mr. and Mrs. Connor are lovely people. A tad bit snobby for my liking, but I’ve definitely seen worse. What really irks me out to my core is their devil spawn of a son; Miles.

Even saying his name makes me want to break a table to stab myself with one of its legs.

This brings me to the second, sick tradition that my family has.

     2. Making me constantly hang out with Miles.

You see, I meant it when I said that he was devil spawn. Because I have never met someone who can charm everyone so well that he’s perceived as this gentlemanly, proper, and sweet ‘young lad’. Hell, even I was fooled until I started going to school. But he’s not so bad in group settings, it’s when we’re alone that the insurmountable annoyance starts.

And listen, I’d be fine if I had some sort of upper hand on him. But no, the little bitch HAD to be good at everything.

He is the living example of ‘everything you can do, I can do better.’

I learned a new law about Germany? He comes the next day and recites the whole German constitution.

I write a research paper on a Midsummer night’s dream? He’s composed a musical, written a play, and has shot a documentary about it within two weeks.

Little bitch.

Now, here comes my family’s fascination with him.

 He is a Connor. And the Connors are known to have a lot of money and power in this country. He is young, I am young and well, It needs no explanation.

And in our crowd, 17 is a pretty special age. It’s when the parents subtly hint at engagements and proposals and exchange knowing looks when their children blush. And I’d be happy to go through all of that with someone, I’m a romantic, I love love. But God doesn’t love me so he gave me a Miles to go through the whole ordeal with. And I don't love that.

And with the dinner party that’s happening later tonight, I’m pretty sure that I’ll be forced to spend the whole evening with him, making small talk and faking smiles and tucking my hair behind my ear, secretly wishing that someone will serve me poison instead of wine.

Someone kill me now.

…………………………………………………………………………………

Miles’s POV

It’s the day.

It’s the day that I have been dreading this entire week. And it’s actually here.

Fucking hell.

“Mum, Do I really have to go, I meet her every day.” I said, sitting on the foot of my bed as my mother perused through my collection of shirts, looking for something that’ll ‘make me seem interesting’ when Gracie sees me today. 

Interesting my ass, I know their intentions for tonight, and in no way do I look forward to it.

“No darling, we’ve talked about this before.” My mum said. Spitting out her reflexive reply to many of the questions I ask her. And back to shirt perusal, she went. I lie on my bed and look at the ceiling. 

“Why do you do this to us mum?” I asked her after a while.

She takes a moment before sitting next to me on my bed.

“She’s a nice girl, sweetheart, you should give her a chance. This is a good opportunity for the both of you” my mum said as she raked her hand through my hair.

An Opportunity.

That’s all we are to our parents. At least in our crowd. Just another source of income, another connection, and another level up the social order.

The lack of response made my mum get up and start going through my clothes again.

“The white will do.” She said as she picked a shirt out. As I walk over to her to look at it, I notice that it’s the one with the first two buttons missing. I smile as I remember why. It was a wild night.

“Mum, that’s the one with the-”

Hold on.

An idea flashes through my brain and I feel proud of myself.

Might as well try to have fun.

“Yeah. I think that’s good, it's fine” I say as I smile and take the shirt out of her hands. Hoping she hasn’t noticed the buttons or the lack thereof.

She smiles back at me and walks to my door. “Alright then, we’ll leave at seven”

I nod at her as she closes my door.

…………………………………………………………………………………

A few hours later, I’m folding up the sleeves of my white shirt as I look in the mirror. And I get lost in thought.

Gracie is a sweet girl, she really is, but I find it unbelievably obnoxious that she can just be smiley and happy with this arrangement that they have planned for us. We’re seventeen for god sake, we have an entire life to live before we start thinking of marriages and babies.

We’d have good-looking children.

I almost choke on my own spit. Where the fuck did that come from?

No Miles, No. You hate her. That’s how it’s always been. That’s how it’s always going to be.

I wash my face once to get rid of whatever the fuck came over me and leave my room.

Someone kill me now.

[thatsridicarus]

I probably never talked about this before...

I'm guessing most of y'all are excited about the whole Good Mythical Evening livestream, with R&L and the crew going uncensored and live, saying whatever they want & touching on more risqué topics.

But I just can't bring myself to watch that without triggering my trauma.

I'm used to the clean R&L & GMM, and used to watching their episodes for comfort from what went on in my first workplace where the traumatic event started. They didn't heal me fully but at least they helped soothe my anger gradually. Yes I'm aware of GMM's shift into making subtle sexual undertones but I still can't bring myself to watch them saying curse words or being lewd, else it'll sent me to a violent rage & I'd swear up a storm at them, hurl insults and having raging murderous thoughts of them.

Y'see, it all started with my first real job at [REDACTED]. The cause of this problem is pretty stupid & mundane, but it lasted until now, after years of leaving the company I first worked in, and it persisted even with new surroundings in the company I worked with.

First off I was the only female & fresh graduate in my division. It's a small company. I've got 2-3 other men working and they're all dads. They present themselves as righteous, religious family men & maintain a friendly casual connection with my religious parents. But they'd destress by playing online games and when they play, they'd turn 180° from their religious good guys facade into ABSOLUTE DICKS with their cussing & racist & sexist remarks. It feels terribly off & it scared & angered me & I never wanted to witness this again. It's repetitive enough to traumatize me. Not to mention these assholes would cut off the wifi to play their game, which meant cutting my connection with my online friends (cuz I had no friends IRL then), isolating me even further & worsening my work days.  So there I was, stuck all alone in a room with no one to talk to while having to hear these cocksuckers screaming & yelling & acting like they shouldn't be. THIS is one of the main reasons why I started talking to myself louder. To DROWN THEIR NOISES.

Btw the game they were playing was League of Legends. There's nothing wrong with the game but for a long while these guys ruined the game for me. Luckily I found my love for LoL again through K/DA and Arcane, despite never playing the game. It's never the game. it's these mofos.

One time I got pissed and acted exactly like them, being generally angry, yelling & spewing the same hateful stuff they did when they were playing, but y’know what? They told me to shut up & thought I was "possessed" cuz they were doing fucking WORK (and I was taking a break). They have the GODDAMN NERVE to gang up on me telling me I need to "repent" and chant the Istighfar a couple of times so I won't be disturbed.

BITCH WHAT.

It wasn't the "demons" or "evil spirits" disturbing me, IT WAS YOU DICKHEADS AND YOUR TWO-FACEDNESS. I was alone. I was visibly frustrated, hyperventilating. I was crying. I felt overpowered. This is what a MENTAL BREAKDOWN looks like. This is ANXIETY. NOT DEMON POSSESSION YOU DIPSHITS. Don't these guys see the irony of telling someone else to repent, pray & say the istighfar when their hypocritical selves are yelling curse words spewing racist & sexist bullshit at the same time?

Anyway they acted nice whenever they’re in front of me, like occasionally giving me work guidances and buying drinks once or twice, but still, I’m always under the constant fear of them possibly acting up again. This is why I always put headphones on at work until now.

Even years later after I moved on to a new workplace, I’d still react the same way whenever a coworker accidentally swears, like I’d still insult them & swear at them the same way. And cry. A lot. From restraining from physically harming them cuz it was supposed to be a professional setting & I can’t punch anyone or stab them with a pen without the consequences of getting fired.

---

Anyways, update, I just realized that I'll get triggered with new people (who i hang out with) if they started cursing or saying things they shouldn’t. With IRL friends n internet friends, i'm used to them. Turns out the fear lies not so much with age. It's weird cuz I have an online friend whom I met up a few times irl, and she's around my age and we talked about subtle dirty stuff and violence & murder but if she ever so slightly drop an f-bomb in convos/tweets it'll make me want to bludgeon her face with a mallet while yelling all the profanities n insults at her telling her she's a waste of oxygen, etc. when the truth is I never meant all of that. I don't wanna call someone "a waste of oxygen that doesn’t deserve to live".

No one deserves that. I hope those never comes outta my mouth. Especially not directed towards my friends, my family, people I care about. Which is why whenever I meet new people I always need to tell them to watch their language when they’re around me, cuz I don’t wanna unleash a mf-ing monster & physically hurt them.

And when it comes to Youtubers I'm somehow fine with people like Smosh, or the Try Guys (and other ex-Buzzfeed ppl) using profanity or dirty sexual jokes, but sadly not the people at Mythical (even though they technically own Smosh). It all lies in the introduction to me.

TL;DR I'm only fine with people swearing & making sex jokes when it comes to my friends, people close to my age, art school people, childless people & people that aren’t children. Other than those mentioned would result in me I getting triggered. I will get violent. I would cut a bitch. I hate how one measly traumatic event made me a hypocrite. (internet people are alright, I’ll give y’all an excuse).

So yeah, I’ll just stick to the usual dose of GMM & GMMore. I feel bad cuz I can’t listen to Ear Biscuits anymore or enjoy exclusive content, but I’ll lurk on the internet for any mythical beasts to fill me in on EB updates.

As for those guys who used to work at the old production house, you’re part of the cause of the toxic environment and the lasting trauma I endured. You guys can gladly go fuck yourselves, unless y’all are still hiding behind that religious image that made you think masturbation is a sin.

(originally posted on my 2nd twitter)

[or-something-better]

Sam & Ruby

May 14, 2022

Sam

I pulled the Charger away from the repair shop and headed toward Beloit. Secure in the seat beside me was one newly repaired iRobot vacuum named Crowley and hopefully enough of a peace offering to get Ruby to let me back in the door.

I hadn’t made a very graceful exit the other day while struggling with the aftereffects of that little mental nightmare trip down below and even though I knew she understood it, I still felt bad enough about my behavior on my own, to feel more secure bringing an offering along.

Arriving and making it to the door with my token, I knocked instead of just letting myself inside and waited.

Ruby

Hearing the Charger’s engine, I finish straightening the bedspread and throwing the pillows on the bed and head for the front door, opening it wide. I smile seeing Sam and also Crowley in Sam’s arms.

“I thought it would take you a little longer to get out of your own head.” I tease Sam, standing aside and letting them both inside, then closing and locking the door after.

“I’ve missed you!” I said, patting Crowley and taking him from Sam. “It’s not been the same here without you.” Heading over to his docking station, I plug him in to recharge.

“I missed you, too” I tell Sam, patting his arm on the way to the kitchen, forgoing any talk about ‘the incident’. He could decide for himself if/when he wants to talk about it. “So what’s the diagnosis on Crowley?” I ask, taking a beer out of the fridge.

 Sam

Happy to release Crowley and let him take the focus. I sat down on the sofa and watched as he was reacquainted with his usual power source.

“The repair shop replaced all brushes, both wheel assemblies, and all 29…” Makes quotations makers with my fingers ‘flexible joint systems’. Whatever those are. Basically, he’s completely new and improved… and you’ll be happy to know that this was the first death-by-smoothie they’d ever seen, so teasing was dished my way.” 

 Ruby

“Awesome!” Laughing “I’m sure Crowley will be talked about for years.” 

 Sam

Being able to chuckle about Crowley’s adventure took some of the pall off my mood.

“Look Ruby, the other day… I should’ve stayed. You were right and I even knew you were at the time. It’s just… this whole, you being the Queen of Hell piece. Hard to wrap my head around what all that means, ya know? Especially after…” Taking a deep breath, not wanting to pick the scab off that too fresh wound just yet. Well, at least I’d started the discussion about the proverbial elephant in the room.*

“I think we just need to talk about what exactly we should do…”

 Ruby

I cut him off mid-sentence, handing him the beer before he can go any further. “I’m giving it back to Crowley.”

 Sam

“Wait, what?” 

 Ruby

“Hell. I’ve decided to give it back to Crowley or however it’s done.”

I sit near him on the couch facing him. “I never asked for this. I think Dark Charlie had plans for me and Hell.” I raked my fingers through my hair “She never said a word to me beforehand. All it’s done for me is make me feel like I have a giant target on my back.”  I paused before proceeding. “And it’s not just about me, it’s about what it’s doing to you, too. What happened the other day has got to be because of this.”

Turning on the couch and facing forward, I let my head fall back on the cushion, staring at the ceiling. “I…I don’t want you to think I’m running away. I do take this responsibility seriously. But I’m just not cut out for the vigilance and back-stabbing that goes with the territory. I lived through Hell before, and I’d rather not ever again.”

“I need to hand it off to someone else. Maybe Crowley. At least we know what to expect from him.”

 Sam

“No no no, you can’t just give it to Crowley!” 

 Ruby

Turning to him, I can’t believe what he just said. “But…I thought you...?”

 Sam

As usual with Ruby, the conversation that I’m anticipating having isn’t the one we end up having. I should know this shit by now.*

“No, that’s not what I meant... I’d actually like nothing better than to see us both never have to deal with anything Hell related ever again. But what I meant was, you can’t just give it to him. Not without something in return.”

 Ruby

“What could I possibly want in return? I just need to be rid of it.”

 Sam

I could understand her wish to just be able to walk away, the title ‘Ruler of Hell’ came with a lot attached to it. Most of it was horribly bad, but it also came with power. The power to control everything unimaginable below and the power to stay alive when some pretty powerful things were gunning for you.

“Ruby, you first sought me out to give you some added protection from the demons who would be after you once they heard Gabe had killed Lucifer. Now I know all of that turned out so much different, but the fact remains that there are many who still want to see you go down. I’d guess more now than ever before, with the crown having been on your head.”

“And we know Crowley wants Hell back. What if we… what if we make your guaranteed safety the price of giving it back over to him? King of Hell would be a powerful weapon for you to have in your corner going forward.”

 Ruby

I got up, unable to sit still. My nerves were always on edge lately. Going to the kitchen, I got a beer for myself too. Standing there with the door still open, I opened the beer and took a long drink. The thoughts in my head were beginning to drive me crazy. I wanted to do what was best for me as well as Sam, and believe it or not, for Hell. Though I hated the place, even if I didn’t run it, I had to make sure whoever it might be, so that it doesn’t fall apart. Talk about cataclysmic consequences! I finally shut the refrigerator door and went back to Sam.

Sam

I can tell that now it’s me that totally turned the course of our conversation and Ruby who was the one struggling with the rapid processing.

“Look, Ruby… It’s not something that has to be decided right this second. I think we’ve got a minute to think about all of this and be sure that the right decision gets made.”

 Ruby

Sitting down next to him, I take another drink while considering our options. I hear Crowley turn on and undock and go about this business reacquainting himself with the floor plan.

I unconsciously lift my feet up and put them across Sam’s lap, allowing Crowley to clean under my legs.

For now, having Sam here and being able to talk about my worries allows the unspoken nexus between us to show me that I am not alone. His assurance that we can take a minute to figure this out takes so much of the weight off. It lets me know we will get it right eventually.

[seriesxwriting]

his truth

• Paring- Kai parker x you

Series- the vampire diaries (the prison world)

Summary- you leave the house in the middle of the night alone and Kai is worried, it stirs up feelings he’s never felt before. About youu ;).

Warning- kissing, swearing.

- requests are open, I write for most series on Netflix I’ve watched most of them. I know I have a lot of outer banks work but I’m trying to change it up :)

<3

“Your so annoying!” “If I’m so annoying why are you still with me? You could have left ages ago”. He looked at me from across the Salvatore front room with that famous sneaky smile of his. I did love that smile.

It was dangerous and it intrigued me.

I knew Kai was just teasing me and he meant nothing by it, I knew my reason for staying in the Salvatore house with him but I wouldn’t tell him said reason. “Could say the same for you mr parker” I put my magazine down completely now. Giving him my full attention.

We were staring at each other until kai shrugged “I was here first, it’s getting pretty late I’m gonna head to bed now” “never know, You might wake up and I’ll be gone” I joke as Kai got up from the sofa.

A soft laugh traveled to my ears and Kai shook his head, loosely his hair fell everywhere“you like me too much” he said with a cheeky wink.

Kai left the front room after that I watched him walk away thinking to my self ‘you have no idea’. It was crazy how I’d found my self falling for a sociopath that killed his whole family. A heretic.

Though I saw a different side to Kai.

His family abused and isolated him, what were they expecting him to do? Everytime he’d get cast to the side while everyone would clap for his perfect sister.

No one gave Kai a chance but I would. I guess he showed me a different side to him as well, he wasn’t rough and mean but soft and gently when he spoke and handled me. We were friends he’d never stabbed me in the back or lied to me. He’d never hurt or threatened me. This is why I fell for Kai parker.

Kai was right it was getting late, almost one but I wasn’t tired. I wasn’t tired at two o’clock either or three. So I decided to go to one of the lakes on the side of town, in the woods.

It wasn’t too far away, I loved going here at night it was beautiful under the moon light, the water was coldish but not too bad perfect to be fair. Silence.

Not a human in sight not a car to be heard, no one to distract me I could relax and I did. This is where I came all the time if I needed to clear my head, if the prison world became too stressful. I removed my most of my clothes and slipped into the silvery water.

I was at peace here.

—

Kai woke up around fourish and couldn’t get back to sleep. He tossed around and turned in the big double bed but couldn’t, so like usual he’d listen out for my heart beat or breathing to soothe himbut I wasn’t there of course. He shot up glaring around his pitch black room concentrating more on his vamp hearing, checking each room and best he could.

Kai ripped the covers off like a bandage and jumped up vamping to my room.

My bed sheets were untouched and so was everything else in the room.

Kais heart sank when the conversation from last night was remembered.

All these emotions he’d never felt before were suddenly overwhelming him. The regret, the worry, the fear of losing someone and even the heat breaking feeling where you fear the person you love has left you. He wanted to break down but he hand to continue the search.

He quickly checked all the rooms of the house before moving outside. “Y/N!” He shouted out into the nothingness of the prison world. “Y/N are you out there!?- please be out there” Kai whispered the last part to him self still trying to keep these new feelings at bay. He hoped with his fingers crossed.

“Y/N? -Princess?” He yelled stumbling through the forest at normal speed thinking it would be more efficient than going fast. Kais ears pricked up at the sound of water being splashed about, it was soft so it could be nothing. But on the other hand he didn’t wanna risk any chances.

He debated it for a moment but made the journey off corse anyway. Running with vamp speed to the lake up ahead. Kai stoped at the edge of the clearing watching me, unknowingly swim about in the lake. His heart did a flip in joy.

Because I was safe because I hadn’t left him.

As much as Kai enjoyed the view he felt the need to come and disturb me anyway. Just sums up kai to a tee.

“Y/n! What the fuck!” He shouted when in clear sight.

I almost jumped out of my skin and across the river. “Kai you fucking idiot you scared the shit out of me!!” I turned around facing him completely oblivious to what I was wearing right now.

He walked across eyeing up the lake checking if it was safe or something.

“What are you doing out here” kai looked at the river weirdly.

“Swimming kai” I folded my arms not wanting to be disturbed but still making my way over to him on the side.

“You don’t look too impressed with me being here” he told me taking a seat on the dry land. “Could say the same for you” I shrugged dipping my hair under laying on my back.

“I was just-…” Kai started off but faded. “You were what?” I looked back up at him confused. He was always so confident. Something had his tongue.

“Nothing” Kai shook his head solemnly “then you can go kai” I sighed turning my back to him, pissed off. “Y/n..” “you were what Kai?” I asked again with a frown. His fingers where tangled with the grass.

“I just remember our conversation last night where you said I might wake up and you will be gone…” Kai trailed off looking everywhere apart from at me. “…So what?” I pushed because I wanted a real answer, he was making progress but I needed a real answer.

“What do you want me to say y/n?” “The truth kai I think I deserve the truth by now?” I held onto the edge looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Okay this is the truth y/n” he looked at me seriously.

“You make me feel y/n- and I hate it because I learnt how to not feel and you came a long and unraveled it all, all my hard work if I woke up and you are gone… I’d be empty it would be a nightmare” “what do I make you feel Kai”.

My stomach was twisting in excitement and I couldn’t help the little comforting smile that appeared on my lips for him.

“All different things y/n how do I explain its like… when I though you were gone there was this feeling in my heart it like- it felt like someone stabbed a hole in it” he explained showing me with his hands.

My smile turned into a smirk “what?” He asked shuffling towards me. “I’m not saying it for you kai, your a grown man we’ve been in this prison world for ages now and I’ve stayed with you the whole time and if you if you want me to stay then…”

He stopped me talking with his lips glued to mine. Kai was leaning over ever so slightly to meet me in the middle. I didn’t expect it that’s for sure but it’s one way to get me to stay. He was soft I’m sure kai Parker could be rough as well but for our first kiss it was nice.

I tangled with his hair while his hand was gently holding the side of my face.

He pulled away from my lips but our faces still appeared quite close, our eyes staring into one another’s and Kai tucked my hair behind my ear with his hand still lingering.

“That’s your truth?”

“Yeah that’s my truth, I like you more than I’m supposed to” he flipped my lips with his thumb trailing down.

“I guess I like you more than I’m supposed to, too” i admitted quietly still in a bit of shock But I couldn’t fight the grin that appeared on my lips.

“Well princess, can I come and join you then?” He wondered after a moments of silence between us. “Mmh” I nodded before pulling him by the T-shirt into the water.

Kai splashed about with the fishes before surfacing and watching me bawl with laughter. “Think your slick?” He shouted across playfully, grinning dangerously before chasing me.

I tried running away in the water but Kai used vamp speed and pulled me into his arms holding me there quite comfortably dipping us in the water. “Let me go” I giggled swaying in between. “do you want me to?” Kai looked at me with an eyebrow raise and I shook my head.

“No, never”

<3

[caspercryptid]

firstly, ive read about 80% of your drabbles by now and they've all been delightful; you balance humour and drama incredibly well. the squallet fic especially...man. man. look at me getting emotional over a squallet.

second of all, could you write about LoL jayvik meeting at that party from their bios? i've never actually seen anyone write it, which is a shame, because i want to see their first impressions of each other so badly.

Thank you for this, this was So Much Fucking Fun. Okay! I think I've got the lore right, but I didn't do EXTENSIVE research so if anything's a little to the left, forgive me. Here we go!

____ Jayce always found the progress day parties inspiring, in that they inspired him to new heights of homicidal intent.

At no other time of the year has Jayce been so close to sacrificing everything he’d worked for in the name of a nice cushy cell in stillwater. He has to keep reminding himself, through a gritted teeth smile, that while it isn’t illegal to be vapid and uninteresting, it is, in fact, illegal to stab people with a salad fork for being vapid and uninteresting. And while that was deeply unfair, there wasn’t really much he could do about it.

He can barely hear himself anymore, after about the twentieth conversation with the exact same script- oh, are you the giopara boy? Very impressive for your age, it was really generous of them to have extended you this opportunity, You must be so grateful. Jayce is not, in fact, grateful, because he earned this, earned it with blood sweat tears, smarts and sheer unadulterated stubbornness, and he’d needed it, and so he’d gotten it. He wasn’t a charity case.

He’s nearly on the point of voicing that himself, when he hears it behind him, and thinks for half a second that someone’s read his mind and decided to start spilling his secrets, but no, that accent is distinctive, and more than a little pissed off, and Jayce turns around.

“–And I’m not particularly inclined to stand here and listen to you attempt to dismiss my achievements to attributing all of them to my benefactors.”

The boy– man, whatever, teenager, he’s about Jayce’s age. Is speaking with what’s pretty distinctively a Zaunite accent. His hair is a wild tangle he clearly hasn’t gone through much effort to maintain, which Jayce respects already. He feels like a fucking wind-up brass soldier in his suit, like there’s a dial in his back.

“I only meant–” the cornered politician is a little red in the face, and Jayce recognizes him as the same man who’d given him a speech about how proud he must have been to be accepted by clan Giopara. Like Clan Giopara had been his only choice, even.

“It doesn’t matter what you meant.” The Zaunite cuts him off. “What matters is what you’re saying, which is the same thing a hundred other people in here have said, and I’m not going to tolerate it. My achievements speak for themselves. Go try your chitchat on someone else.”

He turns around, and that’s when Jayce spots the cane, mentally adding that to the profile he’s already drawing up in his head.

And then the Zaunite looks up and cocks a single imperious eyebrow.

“And what exactly are you smiling at?” He challenges, and ah. Right. Jayce is staring. He’s not supposed to do that.

“You.” He says, stupidly. Oh goddamn it. Thankfully the other man doesn’t mock him or seem particularly perturbed, just raises an eyebrow higher. Jayce shakes himself, closes the gap to extend a hand. “Jayce Giopara.” He says.

“Viktor.” the Zaunite says, shaking his hand. “Just Viktor.”

“I figured.” Jayce says, and then winces a little when Viktor scowls at him, clearly winding up another speech.

“I’m just familiar with all the new house apprenta my age.” Jayce explains, quickly. “They were my competition.”

“Your age?” Viktor asks. “I’d think you’re younger than me.”

“Loosely my age.” Jayce says. “I’m the youngest– nevermind. My group or whatever it's called.”

“I see.” Viktor says. He’s still scowling, a little, but it’s a more familiar look. That’s the look of a man who really doesn’t fucking want to be here. Jayce shifts on his heels, a little, running through topics in his head. Viktor’s here, which means he has to be smart, but Jayce doesn’t want to come on too strong by starting a conversation on thermodynamics, and that might seem like an intellectual challenge anyway. Clearly neither of them enjoyed small talk. Shit, how do people make friends?

“You know.” Jayce says. “I was forced to memorize the names and families of every single person in here. You wanna make bets on who’s going to drink themselves unconscious or cheat on their spouse?”

Viktor stares at him, a second, and for a moment Jayce thinks he’s chosen the wrong open. Then he grins, slowly.

“An intriguing proposition.” he says. “Does intent to commit infidelity count?”

“I think so.” Jayce says, grinning back.

“Who in here is married?”

Jayce points to a few people, rattling off names, and Viktor neatly rolls up his sleeves, hands Jayce a few coins, and says–

“I’m going to go tip some tables, then.”

Jayce is startled into laughing. “Oh that’s cheating.”

Viktor winks at him. “Ideally, it is.” he jokes, and then says– “Learn from a Zaunite. Never make a bet unless it’s a sure thing.”

He heads off, and as Jayce watches him go, there’s something warm and curling in his gut.

Oh, no.

He swallows that feeling, looks down at the coins in his hand, and then calls– “50 on the Arvino!” after Viktor, and darts off.

Never let it be said that he didn’t play the game, even when he suspected he was going to lose.

[heliads]

Rainstorm

Y/N and Newt have been best friends ever since she arrived in the Glade. However, she might find that her feelings over the blond boy have changed, especially after the events of a rainy day.

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There’s a great clamoring around you, the tearing and shrieking of metal. You feel like your head is being pounded by an anvil, and you clap your hands to your skull, desperate to stop the pain. You realize you’re moving, the floor beneath you swaying as it is dragged up by some unseen chain. There are boxes around you, crates of something that you can’t see in the dark. The worst part isn’t the echoing din, or the insufferable darkness lit by sporadic bursts of fluorescents. The worst part is that you have no idea how you got here.

After a couple of seconds, you force yourself to stand up straight and look around. There are boxes littering the ground, yes, but you’re in a larger box yourself. Is that what this lurching, moving metal room is? There are four walls and a ceiling that seems to press in on you with every waking second. Just as you come to this conclusion, the room stops moving with a sudden jolt that sends you to the ground. Panic crests over you and you throw yourself to the edge of the room, hiding behind the stacks of boxes just as the ceiling is lifted away.

Bright, overwhelming sunlight flows into the room like a wave. You squint, careful not to make a sound even as your eyes water from the sudden light. You can see the dim silhouettes of a group of people standing over the room, looking in on you. They must not see you, because you can hear dim snatches of conversation being tossed back and forth in the space above you. “Shouldn’t there be a greenie? Where’s the new kid?” You have no idea what a greenie is, but you do have a sickening feeling that they’re expecting someone, someone who will turn out to be you.

After another moment of indecision, a boy jumps down into the room, causing the floor to shake slightly from the impact. He peers between the crates. Your breath comes harsh in your chest as you realize he must be looking for you. Your hand closes around something in an open box, and as you pull it out slowly, you realize your fingers are clenched around the grip of a knife. It’s not much, but at least you have a weapon.

The boy calls out to you now. “Hey, we know you’re there. There’s always someone in the Box. You can come out now, we’re not going to hurt you.” He takes a couple of steps closer, and you realize there’s no getting out of this. Might as well use the advantage of surprise while it’s still in your court. You stand up suddenly, stepping away from the shelter of the boxes. You point your knife towards the boy’s throat. For a second, the two of you stand there- you with your blade, him with a look of surprise coating his eyes.

Now that you’re both standing in the sunlight, you can see more of him. This boy has light dirty blond hair and warm brown eyes. His hands rise by his sides the second he sees your knife. “Hey, there’s no need for that. We’re not trying to hurt you.” Then his brow furrows and he takes a step forward, surprise overwhelming his previous hesitation. “Wait. You’re a girl.” You raise an eyebrow. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be a girl?” The boy glances up at the silhouettes of the others still standing over the box. “Back off, guys. She’ll be fine.”

He looks back at you. “Let’s start this over. My name is Newt. You’re in the Glade now, with a few other shanks. I’m just surprised because they’ve never sent a girl up before, that’s it. Now, can you please put down the knife? What would you do with it, anyway?” You keep the blade up, feeling slightly defensive. “I could use it.” Newt lowers his hands, humor outweighing any sense of self-preservation. “For what?” You gesture with the blade. “To, I don’t know, stab someone. It’s a knife, what else would I do?”

Newt grins. “Maybe not stab me? We’re going to be here for a while, I’d appreciate it if you didn't kill me immediately.” You lower the blade at last, reaching over to put it back in a nearby box. “I’ll consider it.” Newt offers you a hand to help you out of the Box. “Can I help you up? You can trust me, you know.” You consider him for a second, taking in everything you know about the boy. He looks at you encouragingly, smiling with all the peaceful freedom of a dove, and you relent. After a second, you stand blinking in the sunlight, turning in a slow circle to stare at the massive walls surrounding you. “What is that?” Newt comes to stand beside you. “That’s the Maze. Keeps us all stuck in here. Once a month, the Box sends up some new sap. This time it’s you.”

You glance around you at the other boys pretending to do their work. “There’s not that many people here. How long has this been going on?” Newt shrugs. “I’m not entirely sure. Maybe six months or so? Alby’s been here longest, he’ll have a better answer. Alby’s in charge here, by the way. I’m second in command.” You nod. “And you really don’t have any other girls here? That’s awful.” Newt laughs. “Don’t worry about it. I have a feeling you’re going to fit in just fine around here.”

Newt, as it turns out, is right. You talk and laugh with the other Gladers like you’ve known them your entire life. Conversation flows freely that first day, and after a few hours, you already remember your name, taking joy in turning it over in your head like a smooth stone from the river. You make fast friends with Minho, the runner, after he hears the story of how you nearly stabbed Newt back in the Box. Alby talks Glade politics with you, Gally seems to tolerate you far more than the others. However, your closest friendship will always be with Newt.

Maybe it’s because he was the first friendly face you saw, the reason you ever agreed to enter into the Glade at all. Maybe it’s because Newt hands away his trust like a gift, free of charge. You couldn’t stray from him if you tried. You exchange quick chats and stupid jokes in between shifts, and you find that you look forward to every minute shared with the blond second-in-command.

One day, Newt and his track-hoes are forced to give up their gardening to retreat underneath haphazard awnings from an encroaching rainstorm. Even the builders have hurried away, trading in their bricks and wooden slats for the dry cover of the few buildings in the Glade. You lean against a tree conveniently growing underneath a cloth shelter, eyes alight as you watch the rain pour down over the Glade. A faint smile plays on your lips. Newt walks up beside you, an eyebrow raised as he takes in your peaceful expression.

“You know, I’ve never seen someone look this happy over a bloody thunderstorm. We’re all forced indoors and we can’t do anything, and you look like someone’s just won you a million pounds.” You turn to face him, grinning. “I just think it’s nice. You’re the track-hoe, I thought you’d be happier about it. If it doesn’t rain, all your plants die. Honestly, we should both be celebrating.” Newt shakes his head in horror. “You’re ridiculous. I mean, look at Gally. He seems like he’s going to kill somebody just because of a few clouds.”

You reach out a hand, feeling the burst of the fat raindrops against your palm. “You want me to be like Gally and hate everything in the world? Not a chance.” Newt watches you, an amused expression entertaining itself on his lips. “I’m not asking for that, I’m asking you to stop looking so excited about a rainstorm. You’re making the rest of us look like miserable downers.” You grin at him. “Maybe you are. Have you considered that?”

You crane your head out from the awning, gazing up as the drops rain down upon you. “I’m going out there. Come with me.” Newt scoffs. “And be soaking for the rest of the day? Not a chance.” You look at him, a mock pout tainting your eyes with incredible sorrow. “It’ll be fun. Not everyone has to be a miserable downer, you know.” You reach out to grab his hand and pull him into the rain, but Newt dodges your grasp. Instead, your hand darts down to his pocket, and you steal his prized pocketknife, holding it up teasingly before him. Newt lunges for it, but you run out into the rain-drenched clearing, forcing you to run after him.

Newt’s carried this one knife around with him for what feels like forever. He uses it for everything- gardening, threatening greenies, lending it to Chuck for the boy’s latest carving project. It won’t rust in the rain, but it will be important enough to him so that he’ll follow you out into the storm, away from his shelter. You sprint through the clearing, Newt chasing after you. You can hear him shouting. “You’re a terrible friend, Y/N, you know that?” You risk a glance backwards, feeling a laugh bursting on your tongue when you realize he’s only a few feet away from you. “That’s just mean!”

Eventually, he catches up to you, reaching out an arm to stop you in your tracks. You come to an abrupt stop, still doing your best to hold the knife away from him. Newt laughs to see your last-ditch efforts. “You’re insane, you know that? Absolutely insane.” You beam at him, feeling the rain pour down over you. “Maybe so.” Newt lunges for the knife and the sudden shift in balance makes you slip on the soaking wet grass. Newt leans over, catching you, and for a second you feel like you’re frozen in that moment, his arms around your waist and the rain pounding around you.

Then he’s straightening up, knife held triumphantly in his palm. “Told you I’d get it back.” You grin at him. “That wasn’t the point. We’re both out here now.” Newt looks up, as if finally realizing that you’ve goaded him into leaving the tent. He tosses a playful glare your way. “I thought we were friends.” You laugh. “We are. That’s why we’re having such a good time.” You tilt your head up towards the sky, taking in the crisp, clear freshness of the rain. Newt groans, but you can see the smile he’s unsuccessfully trying to hide. “Maybe it isn’t that bad. Not all of it.”

When you look back, you see his smile, the rain pressing his hair against his face. You can feel your own breath coming sharply in your chest after the running, the cool of the rain against the heat in your cheeks. You’ve never felt this way around him, and you can’t figure out what it means until that night, when you lie awake for hours, mind still turning around the storm from earlier. The truth comes to you after a while, letting itself in without so much as a knock. You love Newt, no matter how much you’d like to hide it. 

The only problem is that Newt would never feel the same way about you. He constantly refers to you as his friend, even his best friend, and that’s all you’ll ever be. The fault lies solely with you, for falling in love with such a sunbeam of a boy and expecting that he’d look back at a matchstick of a girl, someone who’d light up only to die out seconds later. The only thing you can do is try to get over your little crush, hoping you can snuff it out like a candle.

This proves to be more difficult than you’d thought. Your first attempt is to just forget the whole thing ever happened. This plan runs into the ground as soon as you look at him the next morning, and feel all of your heart’s pounding rush over you. Your only idea after that is to edge slightly away from him. Maybe the distance will keep your mind from turning to him, from falling in love so easily. You still sit with him at mealtimes with all your other friends, but you don’t run to him at every break. Honestly, this is for the best. He probably thought you were too clingy anyway, this is just making things even better.

Yet it still hurts when you feel his absence, like a phantom limb that should have always stayed by your side. Maybe you’re just kidding yourself, but you could swear that Newt looks for you when you’re not there, like there’s a one in a million chance that he just might feel the same way. After about a week of this, you’re sitting in a quiet, empty part of the Glade on a rest break when Newt approaches you. He doesn’t say anything at first, just sits down right next to you. From the second you saw him, you noticed the crease in his brow, the look of unhappiness that seemed to permeate his every movement. Whatever he’s about to say, it won’t be good.

Newt fixes you with a quiet stare. “Why are you avoiding me?” The question, so blunt and straight-forward, demands an answer. You’re not sure that you want to provide one, so you try to steer away from his interrogation. “What are you talking about? We sit at the same tables at meals. We talk all the time, actually. We’re talking right now.” It’s a nothing answer, and Newt knows it. “We’re talking now because I came up to you. We used to spend a lot more time together, and then you decided that I wasn’t good enough for you.”

Your eyes widen. “That’s not what I thought at all! I-” You break off, wishing you could hold your tongue for once in your life. You almost gave it all away. Newt sees this sudden silence and presses it. “You what? I was closer to you than I was to anyone else in the Glade, and now I barely see you a couple of times per day. There’s always a reason, Y/N, and I would like to know why.” You sigh, but keep your mouth shut. Maybe he’ll hate you right now, but it will be better than the disappointment and even disgust when he finds out that someone he sees as a sister has fallen in love with him.

Newt’s voice is quiet. “I guess this was a mistake. You what, regretted all of this? You’re trying to pretend that we were never friends?” Your eyes flash. “I never regretted a thing. I loved you, and it was a stupid mistake that I’m trying to fix. Is that what you wanted to hear?” There’s silence for one heartbeat, two. You look away, furious with yourself. Then there’s a hand on your cheek, guiding your face back to his. Newt’s lips are on yours now, and you stifle a gasp of surprise.

At last, he breaks away, a smile dancing across his face. “You could have said that a lot earlier, you know.” You stare at him. “You liked me? You actually-” Newt chuckles softly. “Have for a while. I was trying to tell you, but you made it so bloody difficult sometimes.” You feel like you can’t think straight. “I can’t believe I never figured that out.” Newt’s smile is intoxicating. “I’m glad you know now. Makes it a lot easier to do this.” When he kisses you again, it’s even more breathtaking than the first.

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

Sad Ending

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader

Warnings: Death, blood, injuries, what have you.

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: When you're reunited with Damian after year's of being apart, what he doesn't know is that you're there to say goodbye

A/N: This didn't quite turn out how it played out in my head but ig that's partly because I wasn't able to put in the filler parts in between cuz it just didn't fit. In hindsight I could've written a few more k's of words to fit it in but I reached my limit so I hope y'all enjoy it.

Your eyes were trained onto the figure in the crowd of the gala. The same figure it had been pinned to for a few weeks now and it would continue to be that way for as long as you could.

Damian Wayne was just as beautiful as you remembered him, with sharp eyes and a gorgeous face that had your heart leaping to your throat with a simple look. But you believed that the world wasn’t blessed with eyes gifted enough to see the true beauty of him.

A beauty that only someone who knew him on the inside would.

Everything about him was compelling, gorgeous, familiar. You watched him from afar in longing, wishing that you could go up to him but still you kept your distance, fearing the worst if he knew you were here.

Still, you remained selfish, indulging in your desires to get whatever glimpse of him that you could. You kept him away from you however, knowing that once you got a taste of him, you wouldn't be able to pull back.

But it was tough, you had missed him, so much.

Even so, you were content simply watching him.

You thought you were sneaky, that Damian didn't notice. Of course, you overestimated yourself, or underestimated him. And of course, in the traditional Wayne fashion, you had to expose yourself in the most dramatic and eccentric way possible.

The famous Damian Wayne, son of reputable and not to mention rich Bruce Wayne was attacked at the bank by a bunch of thugs, armed with weapons. The security was taken out swiftly and you imagined that Damian would quickly disarm the man threatening him with a knife.

Instead, he made no move, not even bothering to look remotely interested and just held up his hands like he was bored. The bandit, trigger-happy and confused, pulled back the blade in his hand, to try and stab him.

The crowd gasped and whimpered but were silenced by the man pointing a gun at them. Damian still didn't look phased. Instead, he lazily tilted his head until his eyes locked on your figure, hidden in the shadows. You stopped dead, watching carefully as he stared at you, completely tuning out the man putting his life in peril.

When the thug moved again, to try and stab him and Damian still didn't make any move, you leaped from your place before your mind could even process it, wedging yourself between the both of them and quickly disarming the man.

He fell to the ground, screaming in pain when you knocked the weapon out of his hands and then twisted his arm, hearing the painful crack of his shoulder getting pulled out of its socket.

You glared at the man behind you from the corner of your eye, "You could've gotten hurt."

He shrugged, "I knew you'd step in to protect me."

You scoffed, "You put a lot of faith in someone you haven't seen in years."

He just smirked in the infuriating way you knew he would before moving from behind you as more men came at you. With his help it didn't take long before they were all on the ground, either knocked out or groaning in pain.

"Um, can someone call an ambulance for these guys?"

When you turned, Damian was watching you with a small smile and your heart fluttered in your chest. You should've kept him at an arm's distance, you should have left but in the moment all you wanted to do was be in his arms.

Before you could even help yourself, you crashed into his chest like a falling star, wrapping your arms around his waist and breathing in the familiar scent of him. He held you tightly against him, cradling your head lovingly and gently pressed a kiss to your hairline.

"The league." You whispered to him, remembering why you were here.

Damian shushed you, tightening his arms around you and you were in a safe haven, sighing in relief against him. For a second, all the fear and guilt you had been feeling melted away.

Nothing else mattered as long as you were in his arms.

"We can discuss it back at home, (Y/N)." He muttered, now pulling away so he could lead you away from the police and reporters to his car.

You stared at your fingers intertwined with Damián’s, the engagement ring on your finger glimmering brightly under the sunlight and smiled unconsciously.

"I missed you." You sighed, feeling his fingers tighten around yours. Damian spared you another smile over his shoulder before you caught up with him, leaning into his arm.

"Me too, beloved."

****

"You should get some rest, beloved." Damian muttered, as the others began leaving the room. Your shoulders were still tense but you managed a smile, nodding at him.

"I'll just wash up and join you."

He smiled gently at you, raising your hand and placing a fluttering kiss to your knuckles before leaving. You watched the door as it slid shut and it was only then you let your expressions melt back onto your face.

"You may have the others fooled, but don't think for a second that you've pulled the wall over my eyes." Came from behind you and you froze, eyes widening.

You spun around to see Damian's brother, Tim, inch his way closer to you, figure stiff and guard up.

"Because Damian knows you, I'll assume your identity to be true. Damian was quick to trust you and the others followed suit but something's not adding up. Why are you here?"

His eyes were sharp and his gaze cut right through you. You didn't realize it but your hands were shaking even though you tried hard to maintain your composure.

"I—I told you," You croaked, cringing at your suddenly choked voice, "I was giving up on this life. I'm turning over a new leaf and hiding from the League until that happens."

"Then why come here?"

"I told you—"

"I don't believe you. You know why? Here's the problem with your story." He spoke, coolly, "Take it as a puzzle. The puzzle pieces all fit, but the picture, doesn't make sense. Why come here? When you're on the run from the League of Assassins no less?"

You were floundering, quite pathetically you might add, unable to think when your mind was flurrying so violently. It didn't help that Tim was speaking in such a condescending and strict manner that it intimidated you.

"Here's what I think happened; either you're here to lead the League to Damian, waiting until he's vulnerable and his guard is down to strike." He spat, "Or, you're not running from them at all. You're waiting until they find you."

You hesitantly raised your eyes to meet his, "You can't tell Damian."

"Since you even tried to entertain the fact that I'd hide Damian means that it's the latter. But why?"

"I was hand-chosen by Talia to be Damian's betrothed since birth. They handed me down to one of the main sergeants to be raised as their own. Except, they weren't that happy to have me." You explained, watching as his features smoothened over with realization.

The gears in his head were turning and you could only assume what was going on in his mind. He was a great detective; you could understand why he had Ra's' acknowledgement. But that made you all the more nervous, trembling hands holding onto the material of your shirt tightly.

"I was raised by them to be the perfect daughter, the perfect wife. As the person who was going to continue the 'Al Ghul' bloodline. However, soon after I was already perceived as a failure." You murmured, keeping your voice low in fear of any other Wayne's poking their head around and over-hearing.

"When Damian left the League to stay with Bruce." Tim realized and you nodded.

"Things just got worse after that. I sustained an injury from a mission and couldn't walk for a few months. My step-family was called on a mission for the last few of my recovery. When they returned, they were unaware of my progress but I decided to keep up the act that I was still unable to take care of myself. It was a few nights after that I heard them plotting to kill me since I became a liability and a shame to the family."

The man in front of you chuckled humourlessly, rubbing his tired face with his palm, "What kind of fucked up Cinderella story is this?"

You shared his sentiment, "Only difference to the original is that my prince never came. So, I had to take matters into my own hand."

Tim's eyes widened, "(Y/N), why is the league after you?"

You released a shuddering breath, "Damian can't find out."

He bristled, "Damian would protect you."

"And that's exactly why he can't find out. Damian would die to protect me, and if he tries to step in that's exactly what's going to happen."

"Then why come here? Why bring it to our home?"

You hid your face in your hands, "I didn't mean to. I just wanted to be selfish one last time. I was completely content with just watching him from a distance, I guess I overestimated my abilities. When we met, I was hoping he'd turn me away. I was hoping he'd tell me that he moved on and never wanted to see me again. I was hoping he'd tell me that he didn't feel anything for me."

Your eyes began watering and you felt the urge to hide and cry. Everything was getting messed up. Guilt took over you when you remembered how bright Damian's face was when he saw you, how right his hand felt in yours. How could you do this to him?

"Damian would want to know." Tim told you softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder but your body stiffened up. He couldn't find out. He just couldn't.

"Are you really willing to put the life of your brother at risk for a girl you just met today?"

"You seem awfully keen to die." He commented, and you felt slight grief at his words. Of course, you didn't want to die. Not now, not when you were finally back in Damian's arms. Not ever.

You sniffled, biting your lip, "Damian shouldn't have to pay for my sins. I do."

His hand tightened on your shoulder and you found comfort in the warmth you could feel through your clothes, "I'll keep your secret."

Sighing in relief, you hugged him tightly, "Thank you."

****

When Damian woke up, his eyes flickered between the lamp beside him on the nightstand and then to the window. It was still dark outside, he assumed that he was woken up because of his usual schedule. It wasn't like him to miss patrol but the others suggested that he take a day off to rest.

He turned his neck to see that you weren't in bed beside him and wondered if last night had been a dream. It wouldn't have been the first time that he dreamt of you being by his side. But he remembered how much his heart pounded, he remembered feeling shocks all over his skin when he touched you.

And then he noticed the way the other side of the bed was mussed up, like someone had been sleeping there and he absently reached for that side, running his fingers up and down the fabric like he would be able to feel some residual warmth from your body.

Instead, the pads of his fingers came into contact with something coarse. His brows furrowed and he grabbed it between his fingers, realizing it was a folded piece of paper. Squinting and sitting up, he got a better look at it, recognizing his name scrawled in your handwriting.

'Damian.

I'm sorry that you'll have to find out this way but the League found my location a little earlier than expected. I'm going into hiding tonight. It's likely we'll never see each other again. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you this in person. Even though I know this is a missed opportunity for it and I should have summoned up the courage to say goodbye, I just couldn't stand the thought. And I couldn't watch myself break your heart. Please forgive me for this. I never wanted our lives to turn out this way, but I can't keep running away from reality and towards my desires anymore. You deserve so much more than I could ever even hope to offer you. And I know this is another mistake I'm making, but I left the ring you gave me. Thank you for giving it to me, but I think it belongs to someone else.

I love you, and I'm sorry.

-(Y/N)'

His heart rate picked up, skimming over the words a few more times. This had to be some sort of trick, he tried to decipher your words, tried to see if there were any clues, any codes but his heart clenched in his chest when he realized there was none. He pulled back the covers in a frantic motion and sure enough, the engagement ring you were given on your 18th was glimmering, abandoned by you.

Blood hammered through his ears and he threw off the covers, getting to his feet and sprinting through the doors. His feet pounded against the hardwood floors and then the metal floors of the Batcave.

"Damian? What're you doing up?" Dick asked, raising a brow as Damian marched his way down to the Bat Computer before pushing Tim out of the way and pulling up the Manor security cameras. You had managed to avoid all of them. Of course.

"We have to find (Y/N)." He said, not turning his eyes off the screen.

"(Y/N)? Wasn't she in bed with you?"

"If she was in my bed then I wouldn't be down here trying to find her, now would I?!" He bit back and then held out the note for Dick to read. Once he got through it, Dick squeezed his younger brother's shoulder as a sign of comfort.

"Don't worry, Little D, we'll find her."

"Damian, she said she doesn't want to be found. Don't you think you should listen to her and trust that she knows what's best?" Tim asked from behind him, hoping to get his brother to relax but Damian's back tensed up before he turned to his brother.

"You know something."

Tim froze, "What?"

But before he could even think of a cover story, Damian was grasping him by his collar, holding him to eye level to look the devil's grandson in the eye, "What are you not telling me, Drake?"

Realizing he's been caught, Tim pushed his hands off him, turning so that his back was facing him, "Doesn't matter. (Y/N) said she didn't want you to find out and I promised her."

He felt a little helpless watching Tim's back facing him. He didn't feel like himself. Every second that Damian spent away from you, when he knew that you could be in trouble had every part of him, every fibre of his being, every cell in his body ache with a pain he had never felt before.

Never in his life would he have thought that he would be brought to his knees by someone. But you held all the power over him and Damian would gladly kneel before you, his queen. And now he couldn't stand being away from you, he couldn't bear the ache in his nerves when he couldn't feel your skin under his.

"Tim." The silence in the cave was deafening as everyone looked between the two youngest brothers, "Please."

It was then Tim began doubting his choice. He bit his lip uncertainly, avoiding Damian's gaze and he looked to his feet, "She said she didn't want you to find out."

"Tell me."

And he did.

****

Your fingers were curled tightly around the handle of your sword, breaths coming out in sharp labours as you tried to deflect each of their offenses. There were too many of them, too many for you to take and even though you were able to dodge and counter most of their attacks, there could still hit you.

You were bloodied and shaking but you still refused to give up without a fight. They'd regret ever underestimating you, ever thinking that you were nothing more than a way to continue the Al Guhl bloodline. You were much more than that and they'd only see a fraction of it tonight.

Your resolved hardened in your veins as you sliced through another soldier, feeling more determined to get through this fight as the victor. Even though deep down you knew that it wouldn't change the end of your life, they'd never stop trying to hunt you down. But at least this way you'd put up a fight.

It was getting harder and harder to keep up the momentum, your speed and agility was retarding fast and decelerating with each hit you took. The wounds and cuts etched into your skin burned as you moved, blood dripping down your arms and legs.

Your body began going rigid, shocking in its movements momentarily as you kept flipping and manoeuvring yourself to doge the hits. That came to be a fatal mistake when your body locks up when you blocked one of the assassins, swords clashing together in the familiar sound of metal on metal.

Another came at you and your joints were locked in place, unable to move. Your mind blanked out and before you could slide the sword out to counter the other you heard someone scream your name.

You felt arms wrap tightly around your middle.

You saw green eyes.

And then you felt piercing pain in through your chest.

Damian heard you gasp in his ear and his grunt of pain echoed through your head as the katana went through him. Tears immediately clouded your vision when you felt fire burn across your middle, the blade of the sword buried into you as a painful reminder.

"Damian." You sobbed when you felt his knees buckle against yours. His body wanted to collapse, he couldn't stay standing much longer but you knew that if either of you moved, in an unsynced motion from each other, it could cause more pain to the other.

It was getting harder to breathe. You were choking on your own blood as the metallic taste filled your mouth. The sword had gone through Damian's lower abdomen but it had gone straight through your chest.

Your fingers dug into the back of his shirt, crying out into his neck, "Why did you come here?! Why didn't you stay away?"

With trembling fingers, he raised your chin so that your eyes would meet his. He was crying, the scorching pain forcing out more tears. Even then he wrenched a smile on his face.

"There's no one else in the entire universe I'd want by my side more than you. The ring is yours, my love."

Like as if on que, both your bodies crumbled towards the ground. The sword moved painfully through you and a garbled shriek left your mouth, muffled by the blood crawling up your throat.

Your head fell to Damian's chest and you heard the sound of his faint heartbeat, the sound getting farther and farther away as minutes passed. His arms were still wrapped around your waist in a lover's grasp, bodies pinned together until eventually everything went black.

Your prince came back for you this time.

What a shame the story had a sad ending.

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