#*where Miles dies* sorry. i can't spell :/

[bblueraven-and-fandoms14]

I have seen so many no dl6 au's in the AA fandom with Gregory alive but have we like. I have a no dl6 au in my head but it's as angsty for everyone involved as canon just with no dl6. Something something, to me actually Miles and Greg are forever doomed by the narrative. Father/son relationship forever doomed. One cannot live while the other survives, law written in the fabric of the universe itself. Either Greg dies or Miles dies sorry (I love angst). No dl6 au where they DO take the stairs that fateful day but Greg still dies because the earthquake breaks pices of plaster/wall/ceiling onto them and in an effort to protect Miles, Gregory covers him with his body and dies from a strong hit to the head. Miles is still absolutely terrified of earthquakes and has a Strong reaction to them. Calsthrophobia is REAL because he spent hours under his father's corpse (also he feels forever guilty over the fact his father died protecting him. Who would Miles be without guilt actually?) In my au Miles does try to become an attorney though because MVK doesn't adopt him so Miles goes to an orphanage. The thing is Miles Struggles now because the system fucking Sucks guys. Phoenix can't even send letters he doesn't know where Miles went. The first time they meet in court is because of Dahlia stuff maybe? I need to think more about it but I have Ideas thank you. Also what if Phoenix became a prosecutor (YES now we're getting into "swap au" territory as well. BOTH CAN BE TOGETHER LISTEN TO ME-) because of Dahlia stuff and also thinking something happened to Miles Plus maybe he meets Mia but doesn't change his career until Mia is murdered? 🤔 timing doesn't quite work there I need to go through like all the events but. I mean hello is this anything 🧍🏻‍♀️

[missmorosis]

sick manager :)

-> feat. bokuto, oikawa, and tsukishima

part 2 with sugawara and kuroo here!

personally i loved writing these, so lmk if you want a part 2 with other characters 👀

TW: PASSING OUT :))

To sum up how you felt in one word, you were exhausted. You were physically overworked; pushed to your limit with tons of schoolwork, stress, extracurriculars, and on top of that, you were your school's volleyball team manager. You were merely a first year, but you did your job well, and the entire team loved you.

You had tried to power through the classes, running with just two hours of sleep. Work was starting to pile up, so you had no time for sleep.

You felt yourself falling asleep during lectures, curling up on the grass for quick naps during lunch, and throughout the day, you had the worst headache.

With luck, you managed to make it through, but you still had hours of volleyball ahead of you. You blinked hard, trying to get rid of the sleepiness clouding your head. Your head pounded, and nothing was really registering in your brain.

There was no denying it, you were sick.

It was bound to happen sooner or later, but it was still annoying. You didn't want to miss the day's volleyball practice, because you had an upcoming game, so you decided to just push through and deal with it. 

Ignoring how bad your head hurt, you slung your bag over your shoulder and walked out of the classroom.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto, someone you recognized as the captain of the team you were the manager for, spotted you from a distance and was already bouncing, beaming as he waved. You smiled back with a small wave. He didn't mind that you didn't match his enthusiasm; he was used to it, so he didn’t find anything suspicious about it.

The two of you walked down to the gym, Bokuto talking animatedly the whole way there in the background. You didn't mind though, it was nice to just listen. However, every word he chirped bore into your brain, seeming to echo.

You didn’t want to be rude, but you couldn’t help but try to drown out his voice by focusing on your surroundings.

A green bush. A tall tree. A group of students.

“Y/N?” Bokuto waved his hand in front of your face, and you looked up at the mention of your name.

“Hm? Sorry, sorry, I’m just... oh, we’re here!” you said, quickly changing the subject. You didn’t want him to worry, and it was no big deal anyways... You could finally see the gym, and you let out a sigh of relief. It felt like the short walk was actually several miles long. 

You finally made it- 

Shoot.

A sudden dizzy spell overtook you. Shutting your eyes tight, you stumbled on your own feet, your legs giving out beneath you. No, no, no....

"Y/N!" Bokuto yelped as he caught you. He pulled you close to him, and whimpering, you leaned on his chest, trying to stay conscious.

“Sorry...” you breathed softly, just trying to focus on the way Bokuto’s chest went up, and down.

Up... and down. You shut your eyes tighter as a wave of your headache hit. Bokuto’s arms around you were definitely helping you stay standing, and you were thankful. Up... and down.

Then you slumped into his arms.

...

The second your eyes opened again, you were knocked back with a hug. You grunted at the unexpected impact, but smiled when you realized it was Bokuto.

"Y/N! You're awake!" Bokuto yelled, his voice watery with relief. "I thought you died," he sobbed, and you hugged him tight.

"I'm fine, I promise," you said with a laugh. "Just... thirsty." Bokuto leaped to get you a glass of water as fast as he could.

While he was gone, you looked around to see that you were in the nurse's office. You could just imagine Bokuto running with you unconscious in his arms, and you smiled at the thought.

Bokuto came back with the promised water, and he lay a hand on you to check up on your temperature.

"You're really burning up... why didn't you tell me you were sick?" he asked, pouting.

"I didn't want you to worry... I thought I would be fine, and that I would make it through practice." He shook his head.

"I want to know, okay?" You nodded with a smile.

"How long was I unconscious?" He thought for a second before responding.

"Only for a couple seconds, but you were kinda drowsy so we made you rest. It's been a couple hours now." You immediately got up.

"Practice isn't over yet?" you asked, still hopeful. Maybe you could at least stay for an hour? It was better than noth-

"Y/N..." he sad warningly, and you knew going wasn't an option.

"Fine..."

"Good," he responded, satisfied with your answer.

Walking out of the classroom, you met eyes with Oikawa Tooru, who immediately lit up at the sight of you. His smile immediately turned into a frown, immediately noticing something was different about you, given how perceptive he was.

"What's wrong?" he questioned slowly, and you shook your head.

"Nothing's wrong, Tooru... I'm just tired," you said, but he looked at you suspiciously.

“You should take a break,” he reminded you gently, and you shook your head, no matter how tempted you were.

“I really can’t, I’ve got… a lot to do. But I’m fine, I swear,” you assured him, gesturing towards the gym, despite the sick feeling in your body. You swallowed, trying to swallow the dizziness. “Let’s go!” You tried for a smile, and Oikawa responded with a hesitant one, finally deciding to let it go. 

Starting to walk towards the gym with the volleyball player following close behind, you shook your head, trying to shake out the growing light-headed feeling that you dreaded. It wouldn’t go away.

Shutting your eyes as tight as you could, you didn’t even notice that you stopped walking until someone tapped your shoulder. 

“Hm?” You peeked your eyes open slightly to notice Oikawa standing next to you. 

“Y/N-chan?” His face was written all over with concern.

“Sorry, I just…” You laughed sheepishly, trying to shrug it off, but the pain was beginning to be way too much. “I.. just…” you tried to say, but you were unable to finish as you swayed to one side, tripping over your own feet trying to stay standing. You heard Oikawa's yelp as he rushed to catch you, and you blinked slowly before passing out completely.

...

As soon as you woke up, you found yourself in your own bedroom. When you got up, wondering how you got there, you were met with Oikawa's frown.

"When was the last time you had at least seven hours of sleep?" he asked, disapproval in his eyes as he pushed you back into bed. You gave a shy smile.

"Maybe... two weeks ago?" Oikawa gasped dramatically before tutting in distaste.

"You need to sleep, or else your health will plummet," he said, shaking his head. Of course, at that moment, your headache had to come back. You winced and shut your eyes, burying your face into your hands. "What's wrong?" You shook your head with a sigh.

"My head's killing me," you admitted. "It's been like this all day."

"Wha- Y/N," he scolded, leaving the room. Where was he going? Ah. He came back with some medicine and a thermometer.

"Thanks." You swallowed the medicine, and Oikawa immediately forced the thermometer into your mouth.

"103.2?! Y/N, you'll be here for a good three days. I'm not ever letting you leave your bed until you get better, and I won't leave either." You laughed at his motherly antics.

"But what about pract-" you started, but Oikawa shushed you.

"Think of it as a much needed break." You stared at him.

"Did you at least go today?"

"No, of course not! You were freaking unconscious, I can't go and hit some good serves if I know that my precious Y/N could possibly be in pain," he said with a pout.

"Aw, Tooru..." You kissed his cheek. "You're too swee-" He pushed you back into your pillows, pulling the covers up before you could finish.

"Now rest up, Y/N-chan."

You glanced at your phone; you still had an hour until volleyball practice...

A little nap wouldn't hurt, right?

You found a nice, private corner, and huddled up. Using your backpack as a pillow, you fell asleep almost instantly.

Some time later, Tsukishima was walking by, on his way to practice. His eyes spotted you asleep in the corner, and he smirked.

"Idiot," he muttered under his breath, laughing to himself softly. "Hey, get up, Y/N." He flicked his finger on your forehead, and laughed when you began to stir awake.

"Mm?" Your voice was raspy from both sickness and sleepiness, and you blinked your eyes, trying to adjust. You shielded your face from the light with your hand, and you finally made out Tsukki's tall figure kneeling in front of you. "Oh, hi Tsukki..." He held out his hand with a smug smile, offering to help you up.

You groaned when you realized that the nap didn't make your headache go away. Getting up too fast, you swayed for a good two seconds; Tsukki's hands were on your shoulders, trying to steady you.

"Ten bucks you don't make it through practice without passing out," he joked, but you had a feeling he was going to be ten dollars richer soon enough. You nodded sleepily, but quickly froze.

"Wait- am I late for practice?" You frantically dug your phone out, sighing in relief when you learned that you still had ten minutes to spare.

"What, you think I would be late?" Tsukishima said, jokingly. "But anyways, I'm not letting you go to practice today. Clearly you need rest... and..." His hand rested on your forehead, and he nodded. "Like I thought, you have a fever." You swatted his hand away.

"Today's practice is important, I can't miss it. I'll be fine, Tsukki, since when do you worry about me?" You turned around, heading towards the gym, when your head hurt just a bit too much. You winced, and faster than your brain could process what was happening, you were already falling to the ground and everything went dark.

...

"Oh, you're awake." You opened your eyes and saw Tsukishima waiting for you. You were in the nurse's office from the looks of it, and Tsukishima got up with some water and medicine.

"Here, take this." You nodded and followed his command.

"Thanks," you said, rubbing your head.

"Hm. You know how you asked when I started to worry about you?" he asked, sticking a thermometer into your mouth.

"Hm? Oh... yeah." You recalled how you had said something like that right before you passed out. You took the thermometer out and glanced at the temperature.

103.2. You hid the thermometer behind your back, knowing Tsukki would not be happy with your temperature.

"The answer was always; I always care about you, even if I don't seem like it."

"Wow, Tsukki..." It surprised you; you never thought you would hear anything nice coming out of Tsukishima's mouth.

"Also, you act like a five year old sometimes, people can't help but worry about you," he added. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help but smile. "Now hand over the thermometer. I didn't forget." Sighing, you reluctantly gave it to him.

"Welp, will you at least cuddle with me until I get better?" you asked with pleading eyes.

"Come on, Y/N. You're contagious..." You pouted, and he sighed. "Fine."

BUT ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOYEDDDD!! THANKS FOR READING BABE

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[miawin6]

PERCY JACKSON CHARACTERS AS LOVER LYRICS

Percy Jackson

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear

Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

I never grew up, it's getting so old

Help me hold onto you

I've been the archer, I've been the prey

It's you and me, that's my whole world

We're so sad, we paint the town blue

Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night

Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright

And I can't talk to you when you're like this

Staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town

I'm New York City, I still do it for you, babe

I know that I'm a handful, baby, uh

I know I never think before I jump

I never leave well enough alone

And trouble's gonna follow where I go

Annabeth Chase

How many days did I spend

Thinkin' 'bout how you did me wrong, wrong, wrong?

Lived in the shade you were throwin'

'Til all of my sunshine was gone, gone, gone

And I couldn't get away from ya

In my feelings more than Drake, so yeah

Your name on my lips, tongue tied

Free rent, livin' in my mind

And I would've stuck around for ya

Would've fought the whole town, so yeah

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

And I'll never let you go cause I know this is a fight

That someday we're gonna win

He got that boyish look that I like in a man

I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans

It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands

And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends

Twenty questions, we tell the truth

You've been stressed out lately? Yeah, me too

Something gave you the nerve to touch my hand

Call my bluff, call you "babe"

Have my back, yeah, everyday

Piper Mclean

Killing me slow, out the window

I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below

It's a cruel summer with you

Said I'm fine, but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

He got my heartbeat skipping down 16th Avenue

Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh

We can follow the sparks, I'll drive

I'm with you even if it makes me blue

Jason Grace

And it's new, the shape of your body

It's blue, the feeling I've got

Quiet my fears with the touch of your hand

Paper cut stings from our paper thin plans

They say home is where the heart is

But that's not where mine lives

It's all me in my head

I'm the one who burned us down

But it's not what I meant, sorry that I hurt you

I don't wanna do, I don't wanna do this to you

I need to say, hey it's all me, just don't go

Meet me in the afterglow

Tell me that it's not my fault, tell me that I'm all you want

Even when I break your heart

Hazel Levesque

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

I want you, bless my soul

And I ain't gotta tell him, I think he knows

And I don't want you to go, I don't really wanna fight

If the story's over

Why am I still writing pages?

Frank Zhang

Combat, I'm ready for combat

I say I don't want that, but what if I do?

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

That's right, darling, you're the one I want

This ultraviolet morning light below

Tells me this love is worth the fight

Tell me that you're still mine, tell me that we'll be just fine

Even when I lose my mind

Leo Valdez

They see right through me

I see right through me

Voted most likely to run away with you

I counted days, I counted miles

To see you there, to see you there

And now the storm is coming

I ask the traffic lights if it'll be all right

They say "I don't know"

We were stupid to jump in the ocean separating us

Remember how I'd fly to you?

They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith, blind faith

But we might just get away with it

I'm the only one of me, baby that's the fun of me

I know you never get just what you see

But I will never bore you, baby

(And there's a lot of lame guys out there)

And you can't spell "awesome" without "me"

Nico di Angelo

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

What doesn't kill me makes me want you more

It's cool, that's what I tell 'em

No rules in breakable heaven

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know

And I screamed for whatever it's worth

"I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

And, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my lover

Easy they come, easy they go

I jump from the train, I ride off alone

Dark side, I search for your dark side

But what if I'm alright, right, right, right here?

And I cut off my nose just to spite my face

Then I hate my reflection for years and years

I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost

The room is on fire, invisible smoke

And all of my heroes die all alone

All the king's horses, all the king's men

Couldn't put me together again

Who could stay?

You could stay, you could stay

Gave you too much but it wasn't enough

But I'll be all right, it's just a thousand cuts

And I hate to make this all about me

But who am I supposed to talk to?

What am I supposed to do if there's no you?

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night

And now I see daylight, I only see daylight

Maybe I've stormed out of every single room in this town

Threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now

It's brighter now, now

And I can still see it all (In my mind)

All of you, all of me

I once believed love would be (Black and white)

But it's golden (Golden)

I once believed love would be (Burning red)

But it's golden

Like daylight, like daylight

You gotta step into the daylight and let it go

Just let it go, let it go

Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano

So cut the headlights, summer's a knife

I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone

Every conquest I had made would make me more of a boss to you

I'd be a fearless leader, I'd be an alpha type

And I'm so sick of them coming at me again

'Cause if I was a man, then I'd be the man

I look through the windows of this love

Even though we boarded them up

Chandelier's still flickering here

'Cause I can't pretend it's ok when it's not

And what once was ours is no one's now

I see you everywhere, the only thing we share is this small town

And I ain't trying mess with your self-expression

But I've learned the lesson that stressin'

And obsessin' 'bout somebody else is no fun

And snakes and stones never broke my bones so

[gowithmammon]

[Pack a bag]

MC grabs one of the other duffle bags Mammon had thrown onto the bed and runs through the house of lamentation picking up whatever they thought was essential. A few items came from the other bedrooms so MC made to leave a little "Sorry" note behind. Their last stop is their own room and anything they can lift is thrown in. Clothes, some shoes, a sketchbook, their toiletries, phone and charger all go in before MC considers they might need an item or two for comfort rather than survival.

Mammon barges into the room, first duffle bag in hand, and he picks them up with one arm before casting the teleportation spell. They land in a forest but Mammon flies them out for a couple miles deeper into the woods. A mage with curly hair that matched the trees meets them at a lake, making a curt introduction before taking MC's hand and waving Mammon off, warning him about the time.

The serious mage didn't wait for MC to keep up, telling them the house rules and how their magic training would go.

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A week has gone by and MC has grown to like living with the mage. They were a good teacher and great host, always making MC feel welcome and keeping them well fed. MC's room was cozy and they still got to visit the local town whenever the mage went shopping. MC hadn't had a chance to text the brothers; they didn't want to risk putting them in more danger until the heat died down a bit. For now they enjoyed their trips to the market and a humble little cottage core life, but it came crashing down on them on the 8th day. MC came back from the store to Diavolo and Barbatos waiting in the house.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!?" The mage screamed, unaware of who the intruders were.

"No, you can't be here," MC stumbles back, looking around for the emergency portal. "How did you-".

"GPS can be a bitch," and with a swing of his claw, Diavolo beheads MC in one clean swipe.

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No one is sure what to make of Diavolo's invitation to the castle one weekday afternoon. The prince hadn't been seen in RAD or outside of his castle for the better part of a month, and the sky had gone back to normal a week ago so it was impossible to guess what mood Diavolo would be in. They switched to their demon forms, for formality sake, and made their way to the castle. Walking through the gates, they could see Lord Diavolo flying overhead, holding a little ball in his hands.

"My friends, I come bearing a gift for you. This silly dispute is over!" Diavolo drops the ball on to the steps and slowly comes down after it. MC's head bounces down the steps of the castle, landing with a wet (splat!) on the final step.

Mammon and Beel charged up the stairs, heading straight for Diavolo, while Asmo grabbed MC's head, unsure of what else he could do. The others aren't given a chance to run or pick sides, everyone brought to their knees by Barbatos' magic.

"You'd never believe where we found them. With one of the witches YOU have a pact with Mammon," Diavolo tries to taunt Mammon, but he's too enraged to take the bet. He's thrashing with all his strength, but demon form or not, no one could break out of Barbatos' hold. Diavolo watches them all struggle for a few more minutes, disgusted at the boorish and savage way they struggle to get free. He turns his attention back to Mammon, the main accomplice in MC's escape,

"You're the fastest brother, what do you need to fly for? It doesn't improve your leadership in the army now does it?" Mammon doesn't answer Diavolo, still screaming and trying to break free- anything to get the chance at ripping the prince's head off. In his rage, Mammon doesn't notice Barbatos come up behind him until there is a boot on his back, forcing him to lay on the ground. There isn't much his brothers could do with the chains still holding them down, but that didn't make it easier to watch every muscle tear apart as Barbatos slowly ripped Mammon's wings off his back. Barbatos' nails were as sharp as Asmo's but he continued to pull the wings off, like removing an old fence from the ground. Mammon's screams could be heard across the Devildom, but no one dared to go to the castle to watch this spectacle unfold.

When both wings are off, Mammon is holding on to his awareness by a thread. He gasped for air, confused on how his back could be aflame while he was laying on what felt like ice. He tries to look at his brothers instead to distract himself from the pain. He watches as each of them come to stand before Diavolo, and after a few minutes their chains would fall off. It didn't make much sense to him, even when his turn came and Mammon had to be propped up by Beel and Lucifer, Mammon only repeated back the words Barbatos spoke to him. Something about a contract or a promise, but only after

After that day, anyone who came into Diavolo's study could see his newest pride and joy suspended over the fire- the wings of the Avatar of Greed, on the finest mahogany plaque that money could buy.

[kuronanox]

Our paths unwind - Nozel Silva

"(Your Name) why do you talk to the peasants and commoners like they are our kind?" Nozel asks her one brief night as they walked around the kingdom for some fresh air.

"Nozel one day you will learn that even the lesser people are much more kind and genuine." She says smiling to herself as he sneers in disgust.

"You've been attracted to one."

She blushes and pouts with cherry lips. "I wouldn't say that."

Nozel grips his fist and then slowly lets go before side glancing at her. The pale moonlight shown on her skin, the rosy lips and flowing hair. Nozel couldn't get enough of her features. She was the women for him.

"What if I told you I was seeing someone." (Your Name) curiously tells Nozel with pierced lips and a look of concern.

"Are you?"

"He's someone I can depend on, a ear to listen to. The warmth when it's cold. My back support when I feel broken."

The words that ran through her mouth stabbed Nozel in the face. Why couldn't he be that person? Why has she never notice how much he cared.

"You don't mean you fell in love with a commoner? A lowlife. Someone powerless." He grits his teeth in anger as she knits her brows.

Slapping his face she felt hurt. Nozel was her best friend ever since childhood and even though they had very different views in life she thought out of all people he would try to understand her.

"You don't have to say it like that! If you didn't approve of it you should have said said so. I already knew how you would feel about this. I chose you out of all people to tell! Maybe I should gone to Fuegoleon he seem more understanding than you will ever be!" (Your Name) argued to him as she had tears fall from her cheeks.

"Nozel I don't know how we did it all these years but we have different paths in life and mine isn't with yours." She continued and walked away from him.

(Your Name) looked at the beautiful built house made for two as it sat hidden in the woods where the grass was green, the trees were like fall and when winter came it looked like a ice dream.

A single tear drop fell from her face as she hugged a vase filled with ashes. Her dearly beloved husband painlessly passed in his sleep from a terminal illness even she couldn't fix. With all the money and power she had there was no cure and his final days were spent side my side.

Taking in the view she would miss it, this was home. The capital was not home even if that's where she was born and raised it held memories she wanted to forget.

(Your Name) took one last look and said her farewells.

Waking up Nozel looked up at the ceiling, it had been many years since that night she told him their paths in life weren't meant to be intertwined.

He hasn't forgave her for running away and stripping herself as a royal. There was nothing left of her. She threw everything behind and left Clover Kingdom.

"(Your Name)." Nozel whispers hiding his face in the palms of his hands. "You are a cruel women."

Loud footsteps came from his hallway as Nebra and Solid barged in with joy in their face.

"(Your Name) is back!" They said in unison as Nozel threw his covers off and rushed to her Family's mansion.

The walk felt long, he hasn't been there for a long time...not since she left. It felt less happy and dull, she was to be the family next heir in line.

Entering he recognized the hair color from miles away and that smile that broke his ice.

"I'm so glad to see you." Fuegoleon says giving her a hug as she kindly accepted and breathed him in. She missed him too. He was the only real friend who didn't judge her way of looking at things in the world. "Have you told Nozel?"

"Ah no...actually don't really want to."

There was a silence as Fuegoleon could see she was still pained on how the two left off.

"I'm sorry about your husband. I didn't hear about a wedding or how you've been these past years."

"I'm sorry I just couldn't risk anyone finding where I was. Truthfully if he never had died I don't think I would have ever came back. I was so happy there. We were happy and I can't explain the feeling it just doesn't feel like home here." (Your Name) truthfully tells Fuegoleon as she looks down in sadness and leaned into his chest for support.

"I'm sorry (Your Name)." His whispers and rubs her back before looking up to find the cold eyes watching them from the door. Clearing his throat he let her go as she followed his eye direction.

"Nozel." She says his name as it slips her lips so effortlessly.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?! What gives you the right to walk back here and think everything's okay?!" Nozel starts walking towards her angrily as she stood her ground and swallowed her saliva.

"I never said everything was okay. Stop assuming." She tells him as he steps back a bit from her attitude towards him.

"You aren't welcomed here please leave."

Nozel grabs her arm roughly as she pulled back. "I didn't come back to fight with you like when we were teenagers." She continued as he stayed silent.

"Nozel I think you should leave for a bit to calm down." Fuegoleon interrupted trying to keep the peace between the two.

"I don't want to hear a word from you." Nozel bitterly spat at him and collected himself up before giving (Your Name) one last glance.

The past weeks were overwhelming, everyone welcomed her back and asked so many question on why she left and randomly came back. She was shunned by some people.

They believe she betrayed their kind by marrying a commoner and coming home as a widow was shameful but (Your Name) thought different.

She has no idea what the futures held so she lived everyday as its best. Now that she is home she wasn't going to let anyone's words bother her.

Taking a deep breathe she entered Nozel private chambers, it was a late afternoon and his paperwork were neatly stacked at the corner of his desk along with some books open.

Turning the corner the grown man was asleep on the couch with his arm crossed, sweating, tossing and turning his head from time to time.

"Nozel." She whispered in his ear holding his hand gently.

"Nozel!" She said louder as he awoke gripping her hand tightly with a look of confusion. "You were having a nightmare."

Removing her hand she sat next to him quietly as he tried to calm his breathing.

"Why are you here?" He asks walking to his desk regaining his composure.

"I came to settle our differences, it's just childish to be arguing about the same thing after all these years."

Nozel sighs thinks back when they were young and naive but still he was hurt and felt like he was backstabbed by the only person he wanted. Almost 30 years old and he even knew it was time to let go.

"I know you will never love me." He says stone cold looking her in the eye as she gasps.

"How could you say that? After all these years."

Betrayed he tried to compose everything he wanted to say but he couldn't no more, all the nights he yearned for her, the nights he wondered if she was alive and well. It was to much.

"After all these years?! You don't think how unfair it was for you to be happy with the love of your life when I loved you and needed you. All the nights you were warm in bed but I was cold and wandered with thought where you went or if you were safe! Or the bright days I spent yearning for the smile that was never meant for me. You can't tell me how can I say that."

He fumed walking towards her as she closed her eyes afraid of what he was going to do.

"We have different paths in life and mine isn't with yours." Nozel painfully says leaning his head on her shoulder. "You remember that night? I remember it clear as day. The day I lost you."

(Your Name) didn't know how much she affected him, never in his life did he show weakness. Even with her she thought he was okay with her leaving.

"I'm sorry." She whispers holding him in her arms now. "When you had no one, when your mom left I was all you had and then I left you." She painfully caresses his hair as he started to breathe unevenly.

Even if Nozel was shedding tears he wouldn't show her.

"Nozel. We will never meet eye to eye." She says as he continues shakes underneath her comforting hug he yearned for since he was young.

"You were always cruel to me. Even to this day." Nozel says with poison in his voice. “I hate to say you were right. Our paths will never intertwine. For as long as I live I will always be the wind chasing after nothing."

Letting go of (Your Name) he walks with his head down and with one last glance at her with painful red eyes he says "maybe in another life time. I will always be your love (Your Name)."

"I'm sorry Nozel." She whispers.

(Author note: I've been meaning to make this one longer but I was brain dead. I don't think it turned out to bad! So sorry for wrong spelling, my one shots have not been edit.)

[sarcasm-and-studying]

Kill Me Twice

    “Coraline?  Why are you running?”

    I skidded to a stop.  My dirty sneakers crunched leaves and twigs under their soles, snaps and crackles interrupting the natural rhythm of the forest.  My arms hung in midair and my chest stopped mid-breath as I froze, straining my ears for more signs of the person who had called my name.  

    I knew the voice and I knew the person behind it.  Her name emerged from my throat as she emerged from the forest - an all too familiar face on an all too familiar body.  

    “Emma?” I breathed, the word breaking through my lips and dribbling through the air.  

    Her raven hair, with trimmed bangs hanging half an inch above her eyebrows.  The shiny clip in the shape of a heart. That fluffy silver coat, which reflected the moon’s rays in the same way the moon reflected the sun’s - it almost seemed to give off a glow of its own.  Even in the thick night air, it was impossible not to recognize the person in front of me. 

    “Uhhh, are you okay?” Emma asked, tilting her head with a nervous laugh.  That chip in her tooth, the arch of her eyebrows, the way her head bobbed slightly when she talked…  Every tiny detail of her appearance, her mannerisms, her habits, were all reflected in the person standing before me.  

    “Why’d you start running?” she asked, an all too familiar note of disapproval in her voice.  “I was behind some trees, and I could see you even though you didn’t notice me. You could’ve called my name, but instead you took off running in the opposite direction.  Why would you do something like that?”

    I felt the spell of shock gradually lift from my body, my mind once again gaining the potential to control my limbs.  Surprising myself almost as much as I surprised Emma, I lurched forwards and wrapped my arms tightly around her torso, pressing my body to hers. 

“I’m really sorry!” I said. “I thought you were right behind me!  If I had known, I’d never have-”

“Geez, calm down,” she chuckled, reluctantly returning the hug.  “I was just confused. It’s not that big of a deal...”

She was warm, the way only a human being could emit warmth, and her breath came out in little clouds of steam next to my ear.   

My hands slid across the back of her shiny silver coat.  The shiny, smooth, unripped, clean, not covered in mud or dirt or blood silver coat.  

The person I was hugging wasn't Emma.

The real Emma was lying in a ditch a mile behind me, a knife wound in her back.  

I knew because I'd killed her. 

I released the hug, a shaky smile masking my thundering heart.  Was this a vengeful ghost, haunting me fifteen minutes after its death?  Did she forget how she died, or was she pretending to be friendly to me as some kind of sick mind game?  Did I imagine killing Emma, or was the Emma in front of me a hallucination? Or did some higher power decide to reverse time, giving me a second chance to not commit this heinous act?

    Well, clearly the higher power didn't know me well.

    "Emma?" I asked, a curious inflection in my voice.  My fingers slid deep into my coat pocket, where I had hidden my knife.  "Is it just me, or is there a weird blinking light behind those trees?"

    "Over there?" She asked, turning away from me to look in the direction I was pointing.  "No, I don't think so…"

    I slid the knife out of my pocket. 

.

    I sprinted through the woods, arms swinging wildly by my sides.  The only sounds around me were the slap of my sneakers on the leaf-covered ground and my own labored breathing.  I had to get out, get out of the woods before my actions caught up with me. I had to run until the nightmare was over.  

    I had killed her again.  I had stabbed her twice in the back and once in the neck; I'd stood over her lifeless body long after it stopped twitching.  Then I stabbed her again for good measure. She lay on the ground, unmoving and undoubtedly dead.

    "Coraline?  Why are you running?"

    But if she was dead then why was she standing in front of me?  Why were her eyes wide and shiny, her jacket clean, devoid of dirt or blood?  Why had she risen, once again, from the grave, and why did she say the same phrase with the same voice and same inflection?

    I waved my arms, my lips uttering a worried apology.  She smiled, slightly confused, and forgave me. We walked through the woods. I joked and she laughed.  I diverted her attention; she glanced away. I plunged my knife into her back.

 .

    "Coraline?  Why are you running?"

    I screamed in frustration.  Five times. That's how many times I'd heard her say that phrase.  I'd stabbed her, choked her, slammed a rock into her head and even once impaled her on a conveniently placed tree branch.  Yet no matter what I did, no matter how much blood I spilled or how long I waited until leaving her body, no matter whether I tried to dispose of the evidence or kept the bloody knife, no matter whether she was still in one piece or twenty, she still emerged, alive.  She still stood in front of me every single time, asking the same question in the same voice

    “Coraline?  What’s that?”

Blood splattered my jacket, and I hadn’t bothered to put away the knife.  I was tired of pretending, tired of acting like Emma’s loving friend in order to get her to let her guard down.

    "Why won't you die?" I said flatly, all pretenses aside.  I had to confront my problems head on if I ever wanted to escape this hellish cycle.  

    "Wh-what do you mean?" she stammered, taking a cautionary step backwards as I took a menacing one forward.  

    "Why won't you die?" I cried, flinging my arms.  "No matter what I do, no matter how or how many times I kill you,why do you keep coming back to life?"

    She shook her head, raven locks flying as tears of fear glistened on the corners of her eyes.  “What do you mean? You’ve never kil-”

    She stopped, narrowing her eyes as she inspected me, looking me up and down as if seeing me for the first time.  “Wait a second. You’re not Coraline.”

    "What?" I scoffed.  "Of course I am. Who else could I be?"

    She shook her head harder, her hair whipping back and forth across her face.  “No! You’re not Coraline. Why did I ever think you were Coraline?”

    What was she raving on about?  Was this some aftereffect of shock?  Was this a 'the real Coraline wouldn't do this' type of situation?  What a joke!

    Emma's eyes were wide, and sentences popped out of her mouth in bursts.  "Why did I ever think- You're not- You don't even look like her!"

    Don't look like her?  Of course I look like her?  Whatever I looked like was surely what Coraline was supposed to look like.  But what was Coraline supposed to look like? What did I look like?

    "Emma?" a new voice came from my left.  "Who is that- What is that in front of you?"

    We both turned to see a girl step out from the shade of the trees.  I had never seen her before in my life - yet a few seconds ago I was sure I looked exactly like she did.  She spoke with a voice I identified as my own, yet when I opened my mouth I realized we sounded entirely different.

    "Who are you?" I asked, my head spinning. "What's going on?"

    Coraline - the real Coraline - inched closer to Emma. As she moved, careful not to turn her back to me, Emma's eyes widened with a realization.  

    "Are you that urban legend?"

    "The what?"

    "The one about these woods," Emma said, and this time she was talking to Coraline and not me.  "It says that if you go here, you might meet a spirit that takes the form of someone you know and claim that you've died by their hand."

    "Is- is it dangerous?" Coraline asked as if I wasn't standing right there in front of them and couldn't hear everything.  Almost at the same time, both girls seemed to take in my blood-splattered jacket and my dirty knife. They locked eyes. Then they turned on their heels and took off.

    "Wait!" I shouted, the knife falling from my hand as I broke into a sprint behind them. "Come back!  Please, don't run away!"

    I had to find out more!  Did Emma's memories reset every time I killed her?  Did she really not remember every time she died? If I looked so different, then why did she believe I was Coraline?  Why did I believe I was Coraline? Why did I want to kill Emma? Was my entire existence a cruel joke by a higher power who dropped me off to meet people with a knife in my hand and the baseless motivation to kill them?  Why did I kill them?

    "Elliot?"

    I skidded to a stop.  My mind jerked to alertness, as if I had been woken up from a forgettable daydream.  Elliot… that name sounded so familiar. It must've been mine.  

    For a second, I wondered why the girls running in front of me had disappeared.  I wondered why I was in a different part of the forest. I wondered why it was a different time of day.

      Then those thoughts faded from my head as well, replaced by an entirely new reality.  

    "Elliot?" He was a guy in his mid-twenties, wearing a white scarf and a denim jacket. "What are you doing in these woods?"

    "Oh, just going for a run," I said, flashing him a nonchalant smile.  "I can't believe we ran into each other! What a coincidence!"

    It took all of my willpower to not let my true emotions show up on my face.  What was Jackson doing here, his scarf still a pristine shade of white instead of a dull mix of red and brown, his head still smooth and round, unwounded?

    After all, I had just killed him!

[starryeyed-char]

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This is a story BASED ON the Lost Lance AU which BELONGS TO @kaxpha which is AMAZING and everyone should check it out. This particular one-shot which is longer than I thought it’d be is based on this post and this animatic.

This is one of my favorite klance AUs ever, because you can just tell the sheer amount of thought and effort that went into it. I hope I was able to do it justice.

aNYWAY here it is. Sorry, I’m posting this later than I originally planned.

Lance’s leg was bent at an awkward angle, and every time he got the nerve to look at it just made him feel worse than before. 

Hunk had suffered a few bruised ribs at the very least, and it was likely Pidge received a minor concussion. One of Shiro’s legs had been grazed by a laser, and Keith seemed to be the only one of the five of them who could still stand on two feet.

But Lance couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever felt happier. Because they’d finally done it.

They’d taken down Prince Lotor, heir to the all-powerful Galra empire. He kneeled on the ground, hands clutching his stomach. Lance couldn’t help but feel a bit smug at that— he was the one to land a shot there.

Keith stumbled forward, one hand clutched to his still bleeding eye, the other holding his activated bayard firmly. He glanced back at the blue paladin, looking somewhere between concerned and overjoyed.

Lance, who could care less about the pain in his leg at this point, offered his best smile of encouragement. Keith nodded, and took a staggering step towards the Galra Prince.

They’d discussed it beforehand. Keeping him conscious while they took him back to Coran and Allura was too dangerous. Lotor was in no condition to keep fighting, and so Keith had naturally stepped up to deliver the final blow, so they could confine him and put him in space jail, or wherever criminals of the known universe went to do time. Lance had no idea.

He could barely contain his joy. Against all odds, they’d made it. The seven of them, from the beginning. The Voltron team had finally finished what they’d started what now seemed like so long ago.

Thoughts of Earth plagued his mind, of the rain, the ocean, the clouds. Finally getting to see his family again, telling them all he’d been through, returning as a hero, introducing them to his team.

Introducing them to Keith.

The happy images fizzled out when Lance realized that Lotor was smiling. Keith was giving some elaborate speech about right and wrong, and the prince just grinned eerily, as if he were in on some secret joke.

A chill ran down Lance’s spine, but he saw nothing wrong with the situation. Keith had his bayard raised, ready to strike. Lotor hadn’t even lifted a finger to defend himself, probably knowing that it was hopeless—

Lance’s gaze snapped to Lotor’s hands, still firmly pressed against his stomach. He immediately saw the purple glow, gradually glowing brighter. A quick glance around the room was enough to tell him no one else had noticed it.

Lance’s brain started going a mile a minute.

Keith was standing nearby, but Lotor’s hand was already moving with Keith completely oblivious. Any warning Lance gave would be too late for the red paladin to move, if his voice even worked after that fight. What would happen if that blast hit Keith?

Lance wasn’t about to wait around to find out.

He made a split-second decision, adrenaline numbing the pain in his leg enough to allow him to stand and rush forward. Lance used all his energy in that one burst of speed. He didn’t push Keith out of the way so much as collapse against him, but it was enough.

When Lotor raised his hand to expel the purple light that’d been quickly building up, Lance was the one standing in its path.

Keith fell unceremoniously to the ground, and turned around to look at Lance with that frustrated yet amused glare the blue paladin loved so much, before his purple eyes widened in fear. “Lance, what—”

That was as far as he got before a scream ripped through the air.

Lance had no idea who was screaming, but he guessed it was probably him due to the rawness of his throat. The voices of his teammates just sounded like white noise through the blood rushing in his ears, his entire field of vision consumed by the blinding light. 

Everything he saw, heard, and felt was just pain, pain, pain. Lance thought the explosion from Sendak was bad, but this was as if every cell in his body had been lit on fire.

And then… nothingness.

The purple glow receded just as abruptly as it had come, but it still took Keith’s eyes a second to focus.

When they did, the first thing he caught sight of was Lotor. Unable to summon the energy to remain upright any longer, the prince had collapsed onto the floor. And he was laughing.

Panicked, Keith surveyed the room. While the other Paladins seemed unharmed, Lance was nowhere in sight. His bayard and helmet lay discarded on the floor where he’d been sitting before he…

“LANCE?” Hunk’s broken voice called across the room, confusion and fear evident in his voice.

“What… what the fuck just happened?” Pidge asked, trying to push herself into a standing position.

Keith wasted no time in diving towards Lotor. He yanked him up by the collar, forcing him to meet Keith’s eyes.

“Where is he?” Keith demanded, voice dangerous. “What did you do to him?”

It was with another laugh that Lotor responded. “He’s dead.”

A collective gasp was the only noise, everyone too stunned to say anything for a moment.

Keith steeled himself, refusing to believe it even as the words caused his heart to drop. “You’re lying,” he shook his head. “Tell us where he is, now.”

Lotor couldn’t seem to stop laughing. “That spell I used? It erases the target from the universe. No blood, no remains, no mess. Just gone. You’ll never see your precious blue paladin again,” he smiled at Keith. “It’s a shame, really. You loved each other so much. To think you were so close to your happy ending.”

Keith was unable to stop the scream of outrage from escaping, but he didn’t care. He threw himself at Lotor, for once not holding back. He tossed his bayard aside, going in with his fists and hitting him again, and again, and again.

“YOU’RE WRONG!” he found himself screaming. “YOU’RE WRONG, HE CAN’T BE DEAD, HE CAN'T—”

Arms wrapped around him, pulling him backwards. Keith kicked and thrashed, but his protests were ignored by Shiro. Lotor had long since fallen unconscious, and his blood covered Keith’s hands.

“KEITH!” Shiro was yelling over Keith’s own enraged cries. “Keith, this is Lotor we’re talking about! He’s got to be lying. If Lance had died, there would be a body. He’s not just gone, that’s impossible, but he could be very injured. We need to get Lotor back to Allura so we can find Lance through the bond.”

Keith nodded, though his entire body felt numb. But of course Shiro was right. He ignored the small part of him that whispered Lotor was telling the truth, and scooped up Lance’s bayard and helmet, resolving to return them if— when they found Lance. So they all returned to the castle, carrying Lotor with them.

The second they saw Allura and Coran, however, Keith knew something was wrong.

Allura’s hands covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face. Coran’s head rested on the front control panel, shoulders shaking with silent cries. They both looked up to see the four remaining paladins, and Allura let out a broken sob.

“It’s fine,” Pidge said quickly. “Lotor hit Lance with some blast that teleported him or something, but we just need to find him.”

“Find him?” Allura asked, confusion evident in her voice. “He’s… Lance is dead.”

Weeks.

Weeks, and weeks of scouring the universe, searching for any sign of Lance, even trying in vain to communicate with the blue lion.

Weeks and weeks of nothing.

Allura had explained to them that she felt the bond sever, that Lance’s connection with the blue lion had been destroyed. The only way that would happen was if the paladin died.

But Keith still hadn’t wanted to believe it. They’d looked anyway, but every time they came up empty-handed. Slowly but surely, they’d been forced to accept that Lance was truly gone.

Keith had been forced to shove down and ignore the small part of him that insisted on Lance being alive, somehow. Somewhere.

It all just felt so wrong. They’d finally defeated the Galra empire. The galaxies finally freed of Lotor’s corrupt regime. Everyone in the universe was celebrating. Everyone, except four humans and two Alteans living in a castle that felt much too quiet.

The team went to party after party on the newly liberated planets, all in mourning black.

There had even been a funeral.

The team sent all Lance’s photographs, his helmet, his bayard, and his clothes from Earth off in a pod. Even if his body was gone, they needed some sort of closure.

Keith caught Hunk and Pidge installing a tracker in the pod, just in case Lance returned and wanted his blue lion slippers back. He promised he wouldn’t tell the others, if he was allowed to keep Lance’s jacket. In truth, he wouldn’t have told them anyway.  Keith was glad that it wasn’t just him who still held hope for Lance’s return.

But Allura insisted they stop looking, assuring them that if Lance were still alive, she’d be able to feel it.

Keith wore Lance’s hoodie as he stared up at the stars, and he drew it tighter around himself.

The last time he’d been here on the observation deck, Lance accompanied him. The blue paladin talked happily about how great it would be to introduce his family to the love of his life, how Keith would love all of them, the possibility of a future together on Earth far away from that miserable little shack in the desert.

Now Keith was alone, wondering what he would say when they made the inevitable return trip.

Your grandson piloted the blue lion. Your nephew saved the universe. Your brother was a hero.

Your son is dead.

And Keith loved him.

His mind was plagued with everything he could’ve done differently. If Keith could go back and change it, he’d kill Lotor on the spot. The prince was locked away with the Blade of Marmora, no doubt enduring interrogation after interrogation.

To Keith, it wasn’t anywhere near enough for what he’d done. Not when his actions had cost Keith the best part of his life.

A voice startled him out of his thoughts.

“Do you ever realize how far we’ve come?” Hunk asked, coming to stand beside Keith on the deck.

Keith didn’t turn around, he couldn’t. A tear slipped down his cheek from his good eye, uninvited.

“I mean, look at where we are,” Hunk continued, voice breaking. “It’s been so long since we started out, but it feels like just yesterday Lance was flying us all out into space in the blue lion.”

Hearing his name sent a renewed jolt of pain through Keith, and he whirled around to leave. But Hunk caught his arm.

“Hear me out?” Hunk’s voice was barely a whisper now. “That’s… that’s all I ask.”

Keith simply stood still, as the tears continued to fall.

“If I could go back and change what happened that day, I’d make sure his life was spared,” Hunk sounded on the verge of crying himself now, and a sob escaped Keith’s lips before he could stop it.

He turned to see that tears streamed down the yellow paladin’s face as well.

“If… if I could trade his life for mine,” Hunk pressed a hand to his chest, a sad smile making its way onto his face. “Then he’d be standing here with you, right now. And you’d… you’d both be smiling. He always knew how to make you smile, no matter what.”

Keith saw it in his mind’s eye for a minute. The war over, Lance looking at the stars with him. Laughing to themselves as they talked about their future. Together.

“If you guys got your happy ending,” Hunk said softly, as if he could see it, too. “Then that’d be enough.”

He held open his arms, and Keith collapsed into them with sobs wracking his body. They stayed there like that, just the two of them on the balcony, mourning the boy from Cuba who shined the brightest in both of their lives. Whose light was extinguished too soon.

Galaxies away, someone woke up. A boy, scared, injured, and alone with only one word that seemed to have any connection to the past he couldn’t remember.

Blue.