#I'm the poor fool who sat on that back with my silence and my fears about fandom and then that straw came down on my head

[deadxlv]

Far Away Soul, White Cold Star 💫

“Broken Bones, Last Wishes, and my Mistakes..” Chapter: 7

The clouds slowly began to fade, the ground stopped shaking, Rajòz (lightning) quieted down , and the air around them began to settle as all the souls were implanted back into the planet's crust. Although the clouds were gone the sky was shrouded in darkness, stars dotted the skies, the two planets locked in the sky shined in all their holiness radiating red and green glows on the world below, and finally the comets shooting across the skies darting by as small specs of light in a dark world.

  Very entities of darkness overcrowding one another to the limit they began fighting over one another's food as spirits fled as fast as they could as other entities of death pulled them in with their tentacles and consumed them in their hellish maws. Kÿr seeing a small bit of shelter under the remains of some pieces of the spire that remained lead his friend there to hide as more beings crept on by being so tall, they couldn't notice such small prey. Hijìn glancing over a corner hid in this small space and began breathing heavily worried on how to find a way to correct this thinking to himself, 'I can't..keep fighting I'm so worn out..but these things..they'd eat us if we make any noise and there are dozens of them..tch I'm so useless at this moment..I can't', before turning to face Kÿr who sat down on a small rock looking down in a depressive state. The man looking over tried to comfort the poor feline but was met with this: "Hijiaan..I'm sorry..I should've just..I don't know..what..I just don't know anymore this is just too much!" The poor feline looking at the beaten man in a state of concern and fear over the situation. 

The man hanging his head laid his back against the cold broken spire wall piece and sighed deeply, the feline watching as the shadows of the entities of darkness passed by decided to just let it all pass. "Hijiaan..or however you pronounce your supposed name..I-I..I want to fix this..but it's best we leave this whole desert if you want to survive." The man not reacting due to his injuries kept his eyes open and keeping his peace so he can mend his wounds would continue listening as Kÿr went on, "Like..I was asleep for so long in that little cave, I can't even remember my ma or pa due to it being so long..all I had from them was just some basic things at my disposal..they never spoke to me about this strange power I have supposedly called a Blessing, or about my eyes and why I can see even though they are closed, or anything and..it's scary..this world is scary Hijiaan." Hijìn looking over what he said tried his best to keep his composure as it went on, the entities making strange noises outside as they kept feasting on by. 

"All I know is I've had to survive on my own..but how can I do that if I can barely do anything yet when I think of a solution my brain goes all crazy beans and I come up with something and that's that..but..I can't this time..and I don't wanna die..Hijiaan..I don't." The small feline choking up a bit was met by the man scooting over as best he could and pulled into a squeezing embrace, the man sitting back against the wall gently pet the felines head as Kÿr sniffled a few times in the darkness. In the silence of death looming on by the little feline would say, "You know..When I saw you on that old cauldron..I truly did believe you were a fool..except something impulsed me to save you..Maybe it was Fate being nice to me..maybe it was Fate giving me a second chance." Hijìn merely looked on down to the feline who could only speak to cope with the scenario, occasionally looked outside to see what was going on, with the entities dispersing as the weather kept harshly changing. 

"Heh..when I was a kid..I encountered that boney..fuck..He hurt me..treated me like shit when I wanted help the most..I recognized something he said to me in this language we all share..well I mean I learned from a book I found as some old shelter, Hybrid...it's as if he could tell I was different than my Ma and Pa..because..heh..they were so different yet managed to make me..but anytime..I even think of that word..It pisses me off..disrespectful to deem me as something that simple..I am Kÿr! Not your personal pet or any..thing." The small feline clenching his weak fist and shaking it at the sky only for it to fall down limp on his chest, Hijìn wanted to comment something personal as well..even though his mind felt foggy he still had the drive to say at least something..but his body couldn't any longer. All he could do is comfort his friend who in these dire times needed any support he could get, as the very world itself was changing at its seams and they've done the impossible..even little chaos makers...to the meekest of heroes in one's eyes somewhere..needed rest. 

The small hums of Hijìn of a somber tune was all that remained to keep company as strangely enough the entities kept moving away from this local, Kÿr rethinking of one last thing to speak of to his perfect listening buddy would say: "You know..I talked about that damned Murka..thing..she's not even a goddess..she's just a big animal..melded with the spirits of this world she dominated this place..or well that's what the stories I read on my travels around this desert have shown me from deserted ruins, but apparently there are like five other one's out there..most are apparently dead or whatever..but the ones that remain are uber powerful..such as the one which supposedly had three heads..crazy stuff." Hijìn smiled at it giving reassurance to the small feline who could only hug his big friend shaking in internal freezing from the blood loss trying to feel the safety of it all once again. Of it all..once again..to see the sun..shine in the morning..once again.

Boom..

Instantly a giant explosion went off in the area they were in, something absolutely massive ripped through the super continent snatching up the darkened entities in a panic blasted the small shelter the two had into nothing. The two were in the air they could not see the ground beneath them floating above in the clouds. Hijìn spitting out a large amount of blood all over him and Kÿr had holes all over his chest and arms, he was frozen from the fear and shock administered so fast unexpectedly, blood soaking his shirt and body defeated he whimpered as something slowly rose towards them. From Hell arose the grand sand serpent, Kùdrã-Moqhè, whose gigantic form stretched to the stars up above. The two began to fall, but a strange force kept them in the air paralyzing them from crashing down into the earth below, out behind them the giant creature emerged breaking through the clouds. Darkened entities that consumed souls were eaten as mere morsels as the serpent rose higher and higher.  

Starlight illuminated the heavens around them, soaking their dying bodies in the last light they will ever see before it is time for judgment, the being stopped reigning over them being so large it would be visible from space. It's cold yellow eyes stared down at the two who were at the brink, turned around slowly to meet eyes with the Goddess of the endless sands they watched it for all they could have until the end. Out from Kÿr's lips, a small mutter would come out, opening his right eye in so much pain he weakly pointed at the serpent and shot a small bullet at her wanting to have one final shot at having tried the Goddess.

The Serpent was not amused solemnly leaning down as sand poured off her body down to the ground below until she was at eye level with the boys before simply staring at them, trying to find a reason why they were even capable of doing the acts they were told to have done only to find nothing, the feline and the human-like were so pitifully weak in its eyes it must've been the demons lurking below consuming the damned that caused this. The stars slowly died down in the background as the Goddess moved back realizing this was a waste of her time and as Hijìn took a large last breath he watched the Serpent slide back down under the clouds. It went dark, the fire within them had long since burnt out until the feeling of immeasurable pain soon followed on her path back down to fix what was wrought Kudra had smacked the two in the air far away with her immense tail at full force. The two were destroyed on the spot as they were launched into the horizon far away.. 'I'm sorry A-pa.. I wasn't able.. to save you.." was Hijìn's final thoughts..before...it all went..away. Not even..given the chance..as this world only takes..and takes and takes...

Producing the worst of its monsters..none are spared..gone..so soon..May you be remembered.

"The Darkness around consumed all nearby, the smell of roses, taste of honey, all things which seemed sweet are always countered by things of disgust and evil.. it's up to you as the person alive in the light to correct these means and be true to the nature which birthed you.. if not then all Evils will consume your soul from within.." 'My Memory..'

Forgone..may you remember Me..

I-I'm..sorry..

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[trashquisitor-shirozora]

Hi all!

Touched some grass, maybe touched too much grass, and got wiped out by a headache. The weekly weekday grind is about to begin so I’m going to temper my contributions to the ongoing conversations around and about the dinluke fandom.

That said, I’ve had quite a bit of catching up to do and want to say the following-

While the discourse quickly centered around dark!dinluke and dark!dinluke creators, I agree with Withercrown’s latest and other later posts from others that this group is not solely to blame for what’s been happening to this fandom. The dark!dinluke corner may be the most highly visible one and have contributed much to the toxic stereotypes, tropes, and trends that have dominated much of the fanworks we see nowadays, but they are not the only ones and cannot be solely blamed for every ill that seems to plague and diminish the ship’s fandom. There are many other fanworks that don’t share the same themes and (infamous? improper? nonexistent?) tags as the dark!dinluke corner but feature many of the same problems - racism, racialized xenophobia, homophobia, heterosexism, gendered stereotypes. 

I did my part in centering the debate around them and also on the racism and xenophobia surrounding Din Djarin and Pedro Pascal with my responses to asks, my reblogs, my tags. While I know these conversations needed to be had (and they keep needing to be had, why do we keep needing to have these conversations???), I should’ve done more to highlight the other major problems with the fandom. I also didn’t speak up when discussions and headcanons fetishized and applied heterosexist ideas and tropes onto gay/MLM relationships and characters, and that’s something I need to work on. I’ve complained in private spaces many times my frustrations with characterizations of Luke in particular but never took them public. Seems like it’s time to end that.

It also bears reminding that all of these major problems with the dinluke ship and fandom that had been driving people away and reducing participation in these spaces are not separate. They are not isolated, they are not single issues to be addressed one by one. These are inter-connected and intersectional. Any effort to do better and to make a better community needs to take into account how we should approach Din and Luke as individuals and in a relationship. I do what I can while keeping in mind how Din is perceived because of his actor and I do the same for Luke (and for every other character in Star Wars, really, they all deserve this). 

I’m just a human, I will fuck up (I have fucked up), but I’m always striving to correct myself, learn, and do better - for me, for the people in fandom, and for a ship I very much love.

I have a few asks in my inbox but I want to spend the rest of the night being productive with other things so I’ll address them later in the week. I’m also keeping anon asks off in the meantime for the same reasons. When will anon asks get turned back on? That’s for me to know and for you to find out.

Take care of yourselves. Do what you must for your sake. I’ll see y’all on the flip side.

[acid-hydrangea]

“I”

There was a boy named Sig, who had many, many questions.

*Note: Sig uses he and they pronouns in this work interchangeably.

Sig awoke to the gentle, blue hues of his room flooding his vision. The quiet morning air tinged with the sounds of birdsong and the beaming of harsh sunlight. It was 5:32 AM. The Fever Bird month had just begun.

They hoisted themself out of bed and opened the window, breathing in the crisp morning air soaking in his surroundings, he’d neglected the rough, coarse sensation on--in--through? his shoulder... He moved to the other end of his room, and upon checking the mirror they discovered that the ‘totally not worrisome’ crimson growths had spread further, practically covering his whole left shoulder, almost touching his neck. The natural ringing in his ears felt louder than usual. He stared for a moment at his reflection, his thoughts clouding his mind like an intense thunderstorm. Eventually, he broke eye contact with his reflection and got dressed for the day. 

He donned his typical shirt with the rest of his usual clothes, he went on his way, considering wearing their turtleneck sweater more often, despite the spring-summer heat.

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    Sig’s gaze was transfixed on the clouds moving across the clear sky, like a herd of lazy sheep. Their thoughts drifted in all sorts of directions, but he wasn’t able to attach any words to anything he felt... Not even one, this time. He looked down at his desk, Accord’s voice and the sound of chalk against the blackboard fading into white noise as they scratched one of his left claws upon the desk’s surface. 

...What… was happening to him? Why didn’t anyone ever bother to tell him? He’s not a little kid, he could handle whatever they told him. Did he do something that scared everyone? Ever since he transferred to this class, his arm and eye suddenly changed. People gave him weird stares, and tried to avoid him. When his caretaker Akuma found out, he tried every single spell and magic seal he could, to reverse the process. None of it worked. Every now and then, he tried again, rinse and repeat every so often. Fast-forward to the 'incident' nobody wants to talk about, involving bookworm. Fast-forward again to that blonde witch's potion... Ever since that, no... Even before that, he swore he was--

    His thoughts were disrupted by the sound of the school bell signalling the end to another day.

“... And that wraps up our lessons for the day! Be sure to review your notes, and do your homework, everyone. I will be here for the next hour if you need help.” 

He just sat there, trying to think through his memories, to make sense of it. Most students dispersed, the sound of students’ papers rustling and bags being picked up off the floor slowly replaced the white noise in his head. Klug and Raffina probably left separately, Amitie rushed to Accord’s side for help with the homework, and Lidelle was off to do her observations on the moonsunflower this week. 

Sig remained in his seat, having wordless conversations with his little bug friends, instead. Asking them about their days, as he always did, mostly oblivious to the events of his own. He’d have been last to leave if Amitie and Lidelle weren’t there. He did things at his own pace typically, leaving whenever his bug friend did.

...Today was different, though. Something felt different. A gnawing feeling that used to feel trivial had grown over time. The deformations from his left arm had been spreading constantly, no amount of Akuma’s rites, treatments, or spells slowed it down. It’d been a year since that incident happened, and a few months later, something else... Two incidents, and no answers. All he had were questions that were shunned away with words like “It’s nothing for you to worry about,” or “We’ll take care of it, so don’t ask too many questions.” All he could do was believe them, because they had his best interest in mind, right...?

Akuma never provided actual answers when asked, only empty words of... What felt like false reassurance,“Don’t worry your young head about it”, while chanting mysterious incantations with paper, “We’ll heal you someday”, casting archaic-sounding spells, handing him multiple charms,

“Don’t think about what scares you, only think happy thoughts, kuma.”

Scary? Was something wrong with him in the first place? Something that felt like a part of him, ingrained in him since birth, treated as a curse and a disease once his hand and eye turned that shade of crimson? It got him in trouble so many times, in ways he had no control, something he was forced to be at the center of. Fate was drawing chaos towards him, like a violent vortex. Was he never supposed to think about ‘himself’ ever again? What could he even do about the world revolving so sporadically around him? 

The ladybug flew away, right out the window, to greener pastures.

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    Eventually, Amitie left the classroom. She waved goodbye to Sig, seemingly getting the sense that he wasn’t in the mood to walk home together that day. She flashed him a worried smile, and then disappeared out the door. 

He wasn't feeling up to talking to his teacher in the first place, but... The nagging feeling wouldn't go away until he did. Sig stood up from the desk and walked over to Ms. Accord’s desk.

"Good afternoon, Sig. Do you need any help with what we learned today?"

"Something... else."

“Oh? What is it, is something troubling you?”

He... Didn't know how to ask, what to ask...? He was prepared to just be told nothing, anyways, but... They really wanted to know. They were feeling... Confusion, anger? Fear, sadness... Any mental script they had in mind was gone. He didn’t realize just how intense his fear of the unknown was.

"I.... Is there something wrong with me? Am I... going to become something bad... Do you know what's... Happening to me ...?"

They didn't realize how scared their expression was, like a deer in headlights.

"Sig...? Dear, are you alright? Did something happen?"

He was trying not to cry when he ended up thinking about everything he was told not to, gripping his arms tightly. Sometimes, it felt harder to breathe, or think... Was it just him, or something else? His vision grew blurry from held-back tears...

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Sitting in a chair Ms. Accord pulled up, he didn't have it in him to look her in the eye. Everything was silent for some time...

"I'm... scared. You, Akuma, everyone... You all know things about me..."

He tried to make eye contact with her, if barely, only able to meet eyes with her puppet.

"Why don't you want me to know? Do I need to be fixed...? Is something bad going to happen with me...? To people around me? I've always... been like this... So I don't know. Everyone acts like it's forbidden stuff..." 

Digging his fingers into his arm, he was shaking...

"I don't want to live like this. Knowing nothing about myself... It's so scary. No one likes scary people. No one wants to be around someone who hurts people. It makes me feel like I'm going to ruin everything, someday..."

"... I told you, you all shouldn't keep secrets from him, nya. Lookit what it did to the poor kid...", Popoi whispered to her. What could she say? The cat was right...

"Sig... I'm sorry, I truly am. It was never my intention to cause you such anxiety... Please, try to look at me..."

"I... can't..." 

"Please know, then... You're not in any danger, and your friends aren't, either. No one's going to get hurt just because you're here... You said you've always been like this, right?"

Sig nodded, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

"You've always been a prized pupil and friend to many, Sig... That won't change just because of your arm or eye... Those make you who you are, and you're a wonderful person."

"... Thanks... teacher..."

Taking some deep breaths, he sighed... He still had more questions. Many more.

"... I want to know... Something else..."

"You have my word that I'll answer to the best of my abilities, from now on."

Having wiped his tears away, putting faith in her words, 

"... What made me like this? Does it have something to do with what happened a year ago...? I know... you know something... You were helping... him... Lemres."

Silence permeated through the room.

"Akuma informed me, when you enrolled, that your sudden changes were nothing to worry about. As far as my knowledge goes, there's nothing abnormal about your condition that would warrant any worry. As for the incident..."

"... Teacher?" 

"I promise I'm being honest, my knowledge of what happened... Is very little. I only know what it is that Lemres told me about those 3... objects."

"Which... is...?"

" Those... The items, they are connected to a certain item of ill omens... I do not know anything more. He kept such details to himself..."

... Did she think he forgot about the bookworm's book? He wasn't clueless, he knew there was something weird about it. Bookworm always makes the effort to tuck it away specifically when he approaches. He almost seemed to prioritize making sure he never even so much as touched it. He got annoyed when others did, and downright terrified when he did. He wasn't fooling anyone, Sig simply didn't pay the thought any mind until now.

Having almost-fully regained his composure, he stood up, 

"Teacher... If that really is all you know... I'm going to find out more, by myself.", making himself clear, he was finally able to project his voice a bit louder.

"... I'm  sorry, that truly is the extent of my knowledge, but... Sometime soon, I could invite him over, and he could tell you what he knows...?"

... It was reassuring to see she actually parted with details. All it took was... Crying. Stressful. He just wanted to get out. He especially wanted nothing to do with that candy weirdo.

"I...don’t want that. See you next week, teach."

With that, he left. 

Tomorrow, it would be time to visit the bookworm Klug, instead.

Ms. Accord, too, had her own plans for the weekend.

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End Notes: surprise surprise i’m gonna be uploading fics up here from now on. this fic’s been in the works for awhile and it still is- but i’m really excited to show everyone it! if it’s possible, i’d like to affix art to every single chapter going forward. thank you for reading, and feel free to let me know what you think via. replies or asks. reblogs and likes are especially helpful for getting the word out! catch me on my main blog at @marxsoul, or my twitter at @marxsoui, and see you when the next chapter’s out~

[dabis-devil]

Nothing Breaks Like a Heart. დ

-; ♡.° [ A/N: ] ୭̥ Okay so this idea just popped into my head and I couldn't not write it. This is my first fic and I really hope it doesn't blow over, let's hope for the best, loves! If Dabi ain't Touya, I'm gonna be a real fool, huh?

-; ♡.° [ Warnings: ] ୭̥ Gn!reader, Swearing, Suggestive content, sO mUcH aNgsT

-; ♡.° [ Summary: ] ୭̥ Everybody knows the infamous villian Dabi, his name spreads fear across the streets of Japan. Many would hate to admit it, but he wasn't always cold and alienated. It all bubbles down to one girl, who left his heart in shambles.

-; ♡.° [ Tag list: ] ୭̥ birthday girl! @queensynderella (👾 here)

━━━━°⌜ 失恋 ⌟°━━━━

It was a brisk Friday night, cool air hitting Touya's pale skin. Bandages clothed his forearms, which seemed to be more burnt every time the redhead came to see y/n. These burns inflicted by his quirk hadn't yet damaged his skin to the point of no repair, but it most definitely wasn't perfect. His large hands fumbled with the clasp of the gate to his home, Touya found himself sneaking out to see y/n more often than not. Enji claimed he was hitting the rebellious stage of his adolescence, little did he know that this would become his son's day to day life.

Against his better judgement, Touya was nineteen and still living at home. He had no where else to go, and he had siblings to rescue from their nightmare of a father. He desperately wanted to take shouto from the unfair wrath of their old man, but he was unable to do so. Instead, he would sweep his brother up into a tight hug whenever he mustered the chance. That poor kid, getting tossed around and neglected. His heart went out to young Shouto.

Touya’s figure was clothed in a baggy black tank top with black jeans and a dark zip up hoodie paired with a pair of black boots (you can @ me on this, he was edgy before dabi became dabi). He had his signature nose studs and additional ear piercings at his time too. He was working on getting a job of his own, something to get him money and fast. After that he would move out, hopefully taking his siblings with him.

As of now, y/n is the only rabbit hole he has. The only escape from his everyday terrors. That's why he was walking alone on the streets around twelve a.m., counting down the very minutes until he could reach their address. The lit cigarette hanging from his lip left a trail of smoke in its midst, that could barely be seen even with the midnight glow. His steps were shallow and speedy, hellbent on getting over to y/n’s place. Seeing that beautiful face every night is what brought him joy, and made carrying on each morning that much easier.

━━━━°⌜ 失恋 ⌟°━━━━

Y/n was sprawled across their bed, carefree and unalert. Like most teens, they wouldn't go to sleep early. They had training tomorrow with the rest of class 4-A, but couldn't sleep. Not with the thoughts pooled in their head, that they sat to contemplate and overthink. Y/n grew distant to their dear boyfriend, Touya, and the guilt weighed a ton. Though the weight of what news you planned to share with him tonight is a million times heavier.

Y/n’s (e/c) eyes we're glued to their phone screen, set on a picture they had taken with Touya a few short weeks ago. A single tear rolled down their rosy cheeks. ' This is gonna break him. ' they thought. Y/n was pulled away from their thoughts when the glass window beside the desk gently rattled, a certain troubled redhead struggling to crawl through their window sill. Y/n frantically wiped their face before he got the opportunity to see a pinch of sadness in their expression- at least a pinch they didn't want him to notice. “ hey baby. . ” they smiled half heartedly, slipping from their cozy bedframe.

“ hey, princess, ” He smiled geekily. As Touya dusted off his jacket from the greenery and gunk that plagued the material, they pressed their plush lips to his. Truth be told they clung to him for a bit too long that night. In all fairness, this would be the last kiss they got from him.

As much as it pained y/n to do this, Touya Todoroki was bad for them.

━━━━°⌜ 失恋 ⌟°━━━━

A little while later, the night had taken y/n. Touya laid with his arms tightly wrapped around their frame, their head atop his clothed chest. He had been falling in and out of sleep as the television played a series- one of their favorites. Y/n on the other hand, couldn't get a wink of rest. Instead, their eyes burned with the sensation to hold back tears. Finally, one spilled over their eyelid. They scrambled to wipe the droplet of moisture away before it soaked through his shirt, not only failing but drawing extra attention to theirself. Touya’s turquoise eyes fluttered open, immediately drawn to y/n. He sat up, in turn pulling them up with him. The fingers of his right hand ended up under their chin, magnetizing his gaze to their own. “ doll, what's wrong? ” he cooed, eyebrows knitted at y/n’s profound sadness.

Y/n did everything in their power to keep their eyes peeled, the only working strategy was simply squeezing them shut. Y/n could no longer hold back the water works, the fluid boiled over and rolled down their pained face. Y/n didn't need eyes to see Touya’s small frown, they could feel it. “ T-Touya. . . ” their breath hitched in the back of their throat. “ we need to talk. ” Y/n’s voice was shakey, and this whole scene was quite frankly uncomfortable considering how out of touch Touya is with his emotions.

Y/n felt Touya stiffen underneath them, and opened their eyes to catch him staring. Turquoise eyes half lidded as usual. He is obviously concerned, one masculine hand rubbing circles into y/n’s back. He kept quiet, giving them the time they need to spit out their burden. “ I. . I can't do this anymore. I can't watch you kill yourself. ”

In more ways than one, Touya had proven destructive. Not only that, but he didn't care. The redheads loving embrace faded, instead it just seemed like a stranger was holding them close. Y/n didn't want to imagine how this made him feel, even worse about how he would pretend to feel. “ I- what? Whad’ya mean? ” Touya scrunched his nose in confusion. “ my quirk? ” the male asked. Sadly he missed the point, and this wouldn't be as simple as they hoped. Maybe he didn't want to accept the truth so soon.

Y/n’s shakey palm met the side of his face, sweeping along his sharp jaw. “ you get high all the time, you don't trust me, you've been so distant these last few weeks. . And when I try to check on you, I get shut down. ” a steady stream of tears now rolled down their cheek. “ I've been thinking about it for a while, Touya. . ” y/n’s choked up sobs filled the room, his silence wavering in their mind. Touya was trying to make sense of the situation, or come up with false feelings. It stung to know that he felt his emotions are invalid. “ I'm so sorry, I just. . I can't baby. ”

Touya was a sitting statue on your bed, his turquoise orbs glued to the sheets. The things you two have done. . The memories. . The plans for the future. . All swirling down the drain. “ I can stop. ” his voice distantly aching with sorrow. his head swiveled towards y/n, giving them all the attention he could. The poor boy was loosing it, just at the possibility of losing the one person that mattered most to him. His anchor

“ I've already tried to get you help. You wouldn't take it. ” y/n frowned softly. “ I can't believe that again. . ” though the last thing they wanted right now was to separate themselves from Touya in his time of need, it was far too much to bare. After all, you can't help someone that doesn't want to be helped.

Y/n slowly wiggled out of the redhead's embrace, instead sitting across from him and holding one bandaged hand within their own. Y/n was begging for him to say something, to say anything. Instead, they would gaze at a shell of what used to be Touya.

“ y/n, please- ” the scarred teen pleaded. His expression was something in a sea of despair, yet he couldn't quite express that. He couldn't cry. All he could do was sit across from y/n and hope they could forgive him, hope that he could fix his issues. His chest was heavy, each rise and fall more tense than the last. “ I'm sorry. . Let me fix this. Please. . ? ” frantic words jumbled, something that made y/n pull him into their arms, and rest his head in the crook of their neck. Droplets of clear water fell down their face, seeing him like this was unbearable. It had to be done.

Fingers combed through the boys spiky red hair, his rapid breathing slowed to a calm. Y/n pressed a soft kiss to his temple. “ I love you, but I can't do this anymore. ” their soft whispers were almost tranquil to Touya, despite the underlining meaning. This voice he cherished each night, he just had to hear it a bit more before he made his exit. “ don't forget that, okay? If you're better in the future, maybe we could try this again. ” they reassured, petting his silky locks.

Touya pulled away, head still hung. “ This is. . This is what you want? ” He looked upwards, turquoise orbs burning into y/n’s, hoping for the answer he expected to be wrong.

“ yeah, ” y/n answered under their breath, breaking the precious concentration on his beautiful eyes.

Touya rose from the bed, reaching for his leather jacket and pulling on his boots. Shortly after, heading for the window. The silence was more than just that, it was the lack of an idea on what to do here. Y/n decided to stand up as well, arms crossed over their chest. “ I- uh- ” he cleared his throat, tugging open the window. “ I'll see you around then. ” he managed to catch a last glimpse of the love of his life, before feeding his slim body out of the window. Tears fell from y/n’s face to the floor beneath them. As much as their fragile heart hurt right now, things would get better. It had to.

━━━━°⌜ 失恋 ⌟°━━━━

The second Touya’s boots hit the leaves beneath him, one foot sprung in front of the other. He found himself running away from y/n’s home, almost as if his life depended on it. He could barely walk, his head was spinning, chest was tight, and his dressed wounds began to ache. Yet his feet carried him away. He didn't want to go home, the thought of going back with no escape made his skin crawl. The moon above lit the teens path as he aimlessly ran.

The time escaped him, as he wound up on the bad side of town. Rumored to be crooks and thieves around every street corner, and worse beyond that. Fresh out of breath, Touya placed his hands on a wall to catch himself, knees buckling underneath the weight. He slid down the brick wall in the dimmed alleyway, scooping his knees up to his chest. He was alone, a bit scared, and heartbroken. His eyes fell shut, and his head rolled onto his knees. Before he knew it, Touya had passed out, with one thing on his mind: y/n.

[starswornoaths]

Prompt 28: Irenic

An uncomfortable but necessary moment of vulnerability between two people who feel like they can’t afford to be vulnerable. Post 3.3 quest, “As Goes Light, So Goes Darkness.” Serella/Aymeric slow burn pre-relationship.

fair warning: heavy discussions referencing lack of will to live/suicidal tendencies, but nothing explicit or detailed.

Word count: 1,714

Once the Brothers of the True Faith had been arrested, the hostages tended, and the crowds dispersed, Serella almost felt like she could at last breathe for the first time that day. The feeling was short lived, however, as Aymeric had managed to tear open enough of his stitches that he had near fainted at her side — though she had managed to catch him and keep him upright long enough to help him stumble back to his quarters. 

Only when the head chirurgeon ushered her out to treat him did Serella truly breathe.

All the same, she found herself keeping Lucia company — and in large part keeping her sanity — as the First Commander worked to fill the administrative duties Aymeric would have otherwise tended to himself. Serella couldn't fault the knight's anger, punctuated only by the particularly harsh scratching of a quill pressed down too hard and the occasional muttered curse.

Pacing had helped her work out her own frenetic energy, until Lucia had snapped at her to stop moving. Circuitry repair on one of her turrets kept her hands busy, even if she couldn't stop her leg bouncing as she sat.

When the head chirurgeon stomped out of the Lord Commander’s quarters grumbling about “fools, the lot of you,” and, “Ruffians of Light, more like. Terrible influence, terrible,” and many other...less than endearing things muttered almost endearingly, Serella volunteered to step in and see to Aymeric herself. Lucia found the suggestion sound — it allowed her to continue working unimpeded while ensuring Aymeric wasn’t working at all. 

Burdened with a tray of tea, dinner, and medicine, Serella’s task was duly assigned.

Unsurprisingly, when she stepped through the ajar door to his quarters, she caught Aymeric attempting to read smuggled missives— and had even been rummaging around for a pen and inkwell to sign off on them. Propped up on pillows as he was, he looked marginally better than the last time they had been in this position. Marginally.

She felt no less like she were about to burst at the seams as she knocked on the open door to announce herself.

Instantly, Aymeric made a poor attempt to hide the papers as he looked up at her like a child with his hand caught in the sweets bowl, eyes wide as he desperately attempted to shuffle the documents into the drawer of his nightstand. The arch of her brow must have been sufficient to convey how little patience she had for it, as he sheepishly stacked the reports in a neat pile and set them on his bedside table.

“Mistress Arcbane—” He cleared his throat.

“Nowadays, you only call me that when you think me angry with you.” Serella said, fond even in her exasperation. “I’m not some school teacher ready to rap your knuckles with a yalm stick,” after a moment to mull it over, she added, “though Lucia certainly might be at this point.”

“Ah.” Aymeric winced. “I imagine she is...displeased.”

“In her words: ‘I am not angry with the Lord Commander, only disappointedly unsurprised.’” She mimicked the First Commander a little too well. She offered him a wincing smile at the sight of him subtly shrinking into the pillows. “I felt bad for you.”

“Anger...would have been preferred.” He admitted, squirming as much as his wounds would allow.

“That’s precisely why I’m here and she isn’t!” Serella chirped, a little too brightly to pass as natural, and moved further into the room to set the tray on his bedside table. “Now then,” she held out her hand expectantly. “Those documents, my lord.”

“You only call me that when you have me at a disadvantage.” He grumbled but did not relinquish the stack of papers. “But...I am well enough—”

A startling lack of patience on her part had her voice drop down into a lower, almost threatening register.

“Either you can hand me the documents to give Lucia later, or Lucia can come in here now and forcibly take them fr—” Aymeric pressed the papers into her hands before she had finished speaking, and she couldn’t help but laugh. “Wise decision, friend; arguably, the wisest you’ve made in the last few hours.”

Despite her best efforts, her otherwise conversational tone had a hard edge to it, and she busied herself with pulling up a chair to hide her wince. She didn’t come for a fight, after all.

“There was little time for aught else but action.” He replied, though she still heard the distant guilt in his tone.

“I’m sure there was enough time to work out the logistics of fighting six or so men at once, on your own, in your condition.” Serella said plainly, taking a seat once she had situated the chair acceptably close to the bed. “And to come to the conclusion that you shouldn’t.”

“You needed to get to the hostages—” Aymeric tried, but the stillness in the aftermath of such a heart pounding fiasco made Serella just jumpy enough to cut him off.

“I need you—” her voice cracked, and a part of her wanted to just leave it lie there. It would be the most honest thing she had ever said to him. Too honest.  “—To be more mindful of your limits.” When he opened his mouth to retort, she added, “I’ll mind mine as much as you mind yours.”

That got a flinch out of Aymeric. 

“I would not see you die—”

“Then mind your limits more.” Her frown deepened, and she glanced away to ease the intensity of her glare. “You had the foresight to drop the gate behind you— barring me from getting to you, and thought it was a good idea—”

"I was willing to lay my life down to buy you time—"

"I'm not willing to lose you!" Serella snapped, too harshly.

Harsh enough her words rang in the ensuing silence. She looked away, miserable that she just couldn't keep her mouth shut, hating that his recklessness was so, so familiar, so alike her own.

 “I thought you realized by now how much you matter to me." She whispered, even as she still couldn't bring herself to look at him.

"I...will admit, the thought did occur to me, how cross you would be over my recklessness." Aymeric's voice was quiet, words tentative. "Though I suppose I only thought of it when I had nearly been cornered."

Something about his words made her heart fly into her throat, constricting it. She swallowed around it.

"If my ire is what saves you, I'll have to be cross with you more often."

"It wasn't."

The silence returned, no less heavy but weighted down with implication and anticipation and fear and want— 

Serella thought to make a joke of his use of an informal sentence contraction. It was her easiest out, the coward's path, but she would rather take it than hear him utter the words she couldn't bring herself to want to hear from him.

A touch at her hand— soft, but only just familiar enough to leave her aching at the contact— inspired her to look at him in shock. Aymeric must have seen something in her eyes to make him bold; he settled his hand in a gently sure grip around hers.

"I thought of you— and how desperately I needed to see you again. To know you were safe. To have you beside me. When I did, my victory was assured."

If this was an irenic gesture to make amends and rid himself of her anger, she might actually hit him. Much as she wanted to dismiss his words as nothing but pretty little things meant to placate her...she knew better.

"...If you have more to say on it," she began slowly, choosing her words carefully. 

Aymeric seemed to be holding his breath in anticipation. He seemed ready to burst with— with what, exactly? Confession? A plea for forgiveness? Much as she wanted to know…

"I will not hear it from one so bent on dying." She finished. With a shuddering breath, she admitted, "My own wants, I keep from you for the same reason. I wouldn't offer you someone who lacked a want to live— I wouldn't offer that in friendship, or aught else. Certainly not to you, of all people. Offer me no less in kind. I already can't bear the thought of you not being here."

Her head hurt. Her heart hurt. All Serella wanted was at least the illusion of freedom that could let her just admit she wanted, was wanting, wanting him���  

"You help me want to." Aymeric admitted softly, eyes drifting to the window. "I grew up accepting that I would likely die young, on the battlefield. I suppose it is why I am as reckless as I am with myself. But you…" 

He shook his head. His eyes shone too bright for the low lamplight. They glittered like gems in the setting sun.

"I cannot fathom a world where you are not in it. I do not want to."

"I get that. I do." Serella studied their joined hands, and after a moment of debate with herself, shifted their grip to lace their fingers together. "I half took up adventuring looking for a good death. And now that I'm here, with so many I cherish as family, I'm—" She swallowed when her voice cracked. "I'm scared to want to live, even as you help make me want it."

He squeezed her hand. When she lifted her gaze, he was quietly studying her, and a noise escaped the back of his throat when he swallowed— he was struggling with this just as much as she. 

An odd comfort, knowing they were so well matched, even as it terrified her

Finally, when his eyes weren't shining quite so much, his lips parted on a breath.

"Though I already have a promise to keep to you...I would ask one of you."

"Oh?"

"Be brave with me." Aymeric begged, voice quiet and trembling. "And want."

Both the easiest, and easily the most monumental request he had ever made of her. But he inspired that want in her already. It was his right to ask.

"...Alright." Serella agreed in a whisper, and swallowed her own tears. "Alright."

[ficsandcatsandficsandcats]

Hello again, I'm so sorry if I'm spamming you with too many Jaskier requests. But I was wondering if I could request a hurt comfort fic for Jaskier x poet! Reader, where she is angry crying because someone stole her poetry and turned it into a Ballad right under her nose, despite the fact she spent months writing it. And so it's up to Jaskier to find the bard responsible, and get her poem back to her. And maybe his plans go askew, and the two of them have to create a poem about their love

Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Jaskier x Reader Word Count: 1,344 Rating: G Taglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak​ @whatevermonkey​ @mynamesoundslikesherlock​ @kemmastan​ @magic-multicolored-miracle​ @writingstudent​ @mlleecrivaine​ @coffee-and-stories​ @amirahiddleston​ @ultracolorfulnerdcollection​ @astouract​ @your-not-invisible-to-me​ @mycat-is-mylove  a/n: I hope you like it! And you don’t need to apologize! xo

You knew it was silly to cry, these things weren’t unheard of in the art world, but it stung and angered you that your words had been stolen so boldly. The troubadour didn’t even try and alter the words or mask their plagiarism, they just took it and set music to it and now they were earning coin that was rightfully yours but worse they were singing the words you’d written to confess your love to Jaskier. Your tears burned hot with anger as they dripped down your face and you could hear the voice of your university rivals in your ear, telling you that you’re too soft to be a poet, that it took a courage and a persistence and even a coldblooded nature you didn’t possess. You didn’t need to be cruel to succeed but your unwillingness to stoop to their level made you a target and you hated the injustice.

“Y/N?”

You swore softly and tried to wipe away the tears and hide all traces of your crying though you knew your face was puffy and red and Jaskier was no fool. Before long the bard was close enough to see you and he sat next to you, pale blue eyes filled with worry as he brushed a tear from your cheek.

“Y/N what’s happened?” he asked. You weren’t going to tell him, you were going to just fix it on your own as you’d been told a true artist did, but the concern in his eyes moved you and you found a fresh wave of tears falling down your face as you bit out the story. How you’d been working on a poem and finally completed it after a month of hard work and editing and going nearly mad. How you’d had it with you in the library and how sometime between when you packed up and went home it had been taken from your bag. You’d looked for it everywhere, heartsick that you’d been so careless, and then you’d heard of the new love song being performed and the lines quoted sounded familiar. You told him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders in a half hug how you had shown up to the performance and confronted the troubadour who simply charged you to prove that he had stolen it before leaving, his mocking laughter ringing in your ears.

By the time you were finished Jaskier looked as angry as you felt, if not angrier.

“I know these things happen,” you said, but he cut you off.

“No,” he protested, “This goes against everything artists are supposed to stand for. This isn’t collaboration, this is thievery, and he will be brought to justice.”

“Jaskier this is my fight,” you insisted. He shook his head and gently moved your chin so you faced him and your eyes met his.

“I am going to fix this,” he promised, “You don’t have to handle this alone.”

You could tell it was useless to fight him and you were reminded yet again why you loved him, and why you needed to get that poem back. You’d finally gotten the words right and you feared you’d never be able to do it again and if you couldn’t tell him just the way he deserved, what was the point?

The next night the pair of you went to the next performance. You were so distracted by how handsome Jaskier looked that you nearly forgot why you were there, until the performer took his place. The performance was being hosted by a local noble family, patrons of this bard, and everyone stood or sat in a circle before the lovely fireplace. It served as a backdrop that would have been cozy and romantic for someone else but as you looked at this man all you saw was hell fit for the devil he was. He performed a few songs first and then for his closer he announced he would be singing a new song. That was when Jaskier leapt into action.

“Those words have been stolen,” he cried, pointing accusatorily at the man who froze, eyes widening and then narrowing in disdain.

“This man is clearly insane,” he tried to scoff. But Jaskier was well-known and respected and he could see that the crowd was not immediately on his side, instead there was a ripple of confusion and a whisper of scandal.

“That poem you have purloined and set to music is the work of Y/N, a new poet who is still establishing herself in the community. Such an act displays cowardice, ignorance, and frankly betrays you for an ass and a poor musician,” Jaskier charged, practically hissing the words as he spoke. The man could see the crowd was being lost.

“You cannot prove this accusation!” he protested.

“Cornflower eyes of my lover brush against my face as tenderly as any petal could,” you began, reciting the lines from memory. You’d spent so long trying to decide how to describe those eyes that held you captive from the first time you’d met their gaze. They looked at you now as the crowd parted for you, waiting breathlessly for you to continue.

“Could any sight be sweeter than my beloved smiling, so beguiling do I find that face,” you continued. The ripples of uncertainty changed to a distinct murmur of censure as those who had heard the song before recognized the words. The troubadour was clearly trapped but he was a spiteful man and even Jaskier’s quick reflexes and your pleas didn’t move in time to stop him from taking the pages and thrusting them into the hearth. Jaskier tried to go after the poem but the pages were already curling and turning to ash and you pulled him away. Jaskier felt torn between the urge to throttle the man and the urge to stay by your side as he saw tears enter your eyes and thankfully for him the choice was made when the troubadour was ushered out and dismissed by the master of the house.

Jaskier escorted you away from the crowd, knowing that you wanted to be somewhere quiet despite how well-meaning and empathetic the people were, and you soon found yourself sitting in a balcony.

“Do you remember it?” he asked hopefully, “Enough to transcribe it?”

“No,” you replied woefully, shaking your head and looking up at him with the saddest eyes he’d ever seen, so sad he felt the pain in them and tears rose to his own, “I only remembered the part I recited.”

He took your hand and held it tight, letting silence fill the space where words would never suffice.

“It will be alright,” you said aloud, more to yourself than him.

“Yes,” he said, “We can always write another.”

“We?”

“Well, I mean, you don’t have to of course… But I thought we may collaborate on one,” he said.

“Jaskier… the poem I wrote was… very specific and special and had a very singular purpose,” you replied, eyes askance and unable to look into his, which were more ocean than cornflower in the moonlight.

“The poem I intended to write, have been working on writing for some time, has a purpose that is similarly singular. I had been thinking of asking for your help in any case but after hearing the excerpt, well, I am more convinced than ever that I need your voice for it to be perfect,” he insisted, his voice a near whisper as he leaned closer to you.

“What would this poem be about?” you asked, a strange twisting sensation in your stomach as he lifted your face up towards his once more.

“It is a love story,” he answered, a soft smile playing about his lips, “About a bard and a poet who, for all of their mastery of words, struggled hard to find a way to confess their love for each other.”

Your heart hammered in your chest and you gripped his hand tightly, the tear that fell down your cheek the first happy one you’d shed in some time.

[jimjamthehorrorman]

Unconditional Love

This was the first time you let the big man in the mask around your dog. You were anxious because she was jumpy and you don't know how HE will react to HER.

You bought a beautiful Husky three years ago, prior to your move to Texas. You wanted a "guard dog" but you ended up with a sassy, lazy dog who steals crackers from the counter when you aren't looking. She's absolutely a sweetheart to everyone she meets in your little town, but she is afraid of masks and intimidating people. Halloween is her least favorite time of year and everyone knows because while you're handing out candy to the few kids around, there's a deep bellowing bark coming from the windows on your porch.

You met the Sawyers when you picked up a side job at their gas and barbeque shack about thirteen miles down the way. Drayton was a blessing, overly polite and insistent upon you working as little as possible.

"Y/N, you oughta head on home now and get you some rest you're looking awful weak."

"No, I'm alright! I've only got about an hour left and I wanted to lock up with you-" you felt as weak as he thinks you look. You'd been sick all day, lightheaded and spiraling. "-It's fine, I'm fine!"

Drayton looked you up and down.

"Alright. Just don't come crying to me when I catch you sleeping on the job!" He chuckled as he started taking the meat off of the hooks inside the glass case.

"Taking it home to the family?" He never talked about his family and you were curious. You could not keep yourself from asking. Everything was such a mystery, hell, you didn't even know the man who sat outside washing the cars that came for gas.

He stuttered, holding the back of his neck like a child caught in a lie. "H-Ha! I've got to feed grandpa and my brothers. They usually go hunting for their meat but no one can resist my barbeque! It's the best meat-" He smiled coyly. "-Anyhow, you need to head on home young m/w. I've got my brother coming up to pick up some firewood from behind the shack. He's a skittish fella and not real good at talkin so I don't want to embarrass him. Now head on out! Tomorrow we'll make a big jar of Sun Tea to sell and I'll save some for us. It's gonna be hot as hell out!"

He nearly shoved you out the door. It's obvious either you looked like you were DYING or he had a BIG SECRET to hide.

"Alright, I'll head out. Tell the boys I said hello!"

He smiled and shut the door behind you. You started to hop in your truck and realized your keys were still inside.

"Shit."

You tried to slide in the backdoor before Drayton saw you were there, but getting back out of the truck you felt awful dizzy and fell to the ground on the way in. You felt yourself falling in and out of consciousness and the as you finally start to lose the battle, you hear a rattling.

You lose the fight and the next thing you remember is waking to the face of a dissapointed and fuzzy Drayton helping you out of your own truck with a man with a very deformed face, but maybe it was just your eyes.

The deformed man was incredibly tall and squealed like a child as he sat you on the porch swing. He patted your face to try to fully wake you. A man with a strange mark on his face drove Drayton's truck all the way here.

"What a fall huh?! Rough fall, hard fall. You must be tired or something. He/Her/They must be dying. Looks sick, pale like Grandpa."

"Nubbins, you and Bubba help Y/N into the house. They're my best employee so you better not screw this one up! If you drop them I'll beat the tar out of you fools!"

You could tell Drayton was serious. Who knew he appreciated you that much.

Barking eminated from the house. A horrible screech. You knew that sound.

"DON'T OPEN THE DOOR!"

"What?" Drayton looked confused.

"I'll go in on my own. I'll go lay down don't worry about me. Thanks boys I really appreciate the help but you can't come in. I've got a dog that might eat you alive!" You hurriedly told them, finding your way to the door in the dark. "I'll see you tomorrow Drayton! I'll see you boys again sometime soon!"

They all stood in disbelief on the porch as you slammed the door and turned the light on so they could get to the truck safely. Your dog met you at the door and she was PISSED. Not only did you keep her from seeing guests, but you're late and she's hungry.

"Sorry -pet name-, I'll get you some food."

You poured the bag of kibble quickly and clumsily, half of it on the floor. She could tell you were off and after she ate she climbed up on the couch and laid beside you. It was a long night for you both.

---

It had been two weeks since the incident, Drayton laughs it off that he went through all the trouble to take you home and make sure you were safe. Perhaps he had invested interest in your health, perhaps he had no friends but you and the gas guy. Either way he appreciated you. A lot.

"Y/N, I'm making dinner tonight do you want to back here this evenin'? Now you don't have to come, and you don't have to feel pressured to come over but I wanted to have you over. Just remember to feed your vicious pup before you come!" He chuckled, clearly nervous.

Shit, does Drayton like you?

"Now don't you worry this isn't a romantic thing, no, my brothers and I wanted you over to be sure you're eating good. You living there alone, you ought to have you a good meal!"

He wants you to come back to the gas station for dinner? What's wrong with his house? Doesn't matter, you won't turn down homemade food. You've been living off of cheap pot pies and snack foods. Your stomach rumbles at the thought of fresh steak and vegetables.

"I'll be here! Don't you worry." As the words escape your lips he gives you a huge smile and waves you off.

You feed your pup, give her a good pet and head out the door.

The sound of sizzling comes from the kitchen, but Drayton is sitting beside you.

"Who's our chef tonight, Drayton?"

He looks at you smiling ear to ear.

"My youngest brother Bubba wanted to make sure you eat well. He felt so bad about you being sick and all that he made you something special."

The boy with the strange birthmark comes out of the back room smiling. He's so strange and erratic that it's almost comedic.

"Bubba makes good food! Normally Drayton is 'The Cook' but tonight me and Bubba made some good meat! Not quite headcheese or anything real tasty but we got some good uh.. some good steaks! Yeah steaks!"

You laugh. Drayton makes a face at him real fast thinking you didn't see. You did.

Your stomach growls, the smell from the tiny kitchen is alluring. Savory, like good meat with flavorful spices.

"Nubbins go tell your brother our guest is getting hungry! I knew I shoulda made dinner you two bafoons!"

Nubbins blows a raspberry at Drayton and runs into the kitchen, he yells at Bubba and you hear a grumble.

Nubbins returns a moment later with a bunch of full plates. Steaks, potatoes, greens, hell even a pan of brownies. As you're perusing the food, a large man in a painted mask and suit comes walking out of the kitchen, barely clearing the door frame.

He's looking you over and honestly you aren't sure if you're frightened or bashful. A tall and burly man just made you dinner and yet you sit in silence trying to make out the face behind the mask. When he sits down across from you, you can barely see facial hair poking out of the side of his mask.

You bet he's cute under there, you're practically sure of it. When he looks back at you, you smile sheepishly and start eating.

Wow, he has some beautiful eyes behind that.

"I love your mask, Bubba." You were nervous. Flirting with a literal mystery, also your boss's brother.

Bubba hid his face in his hands and made little noises. Drayton chuckled.

"You made his day Y/N, he damn well may never take that thing off!"

---

Dinner last night was great, and you shared some eye contact with a presumably handsome masked man.

Drayton picked up on this, as your face was as red as the lips on his mask. You entered work with a smile on your face, until Drayton smiled back. Your heart sank nervously. What if you lose your job? What if he hates you for it? He grabs your hand.

"I think my brother may like you. He's not a talker and he's not too keen on people, but you're different. Anyone else woulda looked at his mask and said 'oh hell what a freak' but you were very kind to him. He'd been bothering me all night and morning to ask if you'd have him over to see your dog. See we've only had pigs and chickens and cows. Poor boy has never seen a pet type'a animal."

Oh god this is moving fast. You aren't sure how that's gonna go.

"I don't know Drayton, she's not good around strangers... especially ones who have such a... strange look."

Drayton frowns. You feel sick to your stomach. Not like the night you forgot to eat and passed out, but like guilt was building up inside and about to explode.

"Okay okay... I'll try to get her to work with me. Can you bring him over this afternoon? I know we close early today so that would work,...right?" You feel yourself pulling at the edges of your shirt. You're nervous she might hurt him and then Drayton would absolutely KILL you.

"I'll bring him up and take him around to the back porch, you just have him home after dark. People don't take kindly to a giant with two faces." He smiles.

---

You are in a panic. Your dog is already stirred up, she can sense the fear and is acting up in rebuttal. You hear a knock at the back door.

Oh god it's them.

They're here.

The dog.

You put her on a leash and keep her inside, meeting the giant man outside.

"Hey Bubba! How are yo-" he lifts you into a tight hug when you close the door behind you. He is squealing and laughing in joy. He's wearing his suit and mask from the other night. The one you said you liked. "-ou! Wow you're strong big guy! The pup is inside and she's a little wild today.. I'll bring her out here. No one should see us in the side yard. Okay? Just stay right here!"

You can tell he's as nervous as you are. When he sat you down he gave you a look that said "I'm alright!" But.. You weren't so sure.

When she barked coming out the door he held his ears. You tried to quiet her down but relentlessly she barked and howled in the sight of this massive man.

He didn't know anything else to do so he began to whistle and coo at her.

She quieted down, practically crawling up to him. He held his hand out and she snapped like she was trying to bite and instead of jumping back he just cooed louder. Eventually she started to smell him, walking around him in circles.

Please don't hurt one another. That's all you want is for them to be civil.

Then it happened.

She PULLED until you couldn't hold her leash and you screamed. You closed your eyes and waited for the worst.

Once your heart had slowed to near silence, you heard chuckling and the sound of your dog panting.

"Bubba! I think she likes you!" You yelled with a shaky voice. You were still nervous but he was having a great time and so was she. He was petting her and she didn't even care he had a mask on. Hell, she even licked him! You were in the clear, and you had never felt so relieved in your life.

This big man was petting your dog and having a blast, and just watching and hearing him laugh... You were too.

Damn. He's pretty cute.

(This is my first time trying to write a fic so I apologise for it's length and content 😂😂😂)

[proflongbttm]

hello my everything! can I request a neville drabble where the reader is very smart and confident but when it comes to neville she's all shy and quiet bc she likes him a lot! and then neville finds out she likes him somehow and he asks her about it and ends up kissing her? I'm so glad you got back into writing babe, you're doing amazing! keep up the great work! and don't listen to those rude people! they don't deserve you! love you sweetheart! 😘❤

Note: so this isn't my best work, honestly Ivan been tired and not very i inspired but I loved the idea and wish I could have executed it better! Maybe one day I'll rewrite it or something! But thank you so much my sweet! I appreciate it so much!

Today was no different from most, a carbon copy of an old routine. You sat in hogwarts library, your nose buried into a book, this one was about  a subject your took particular interest in “Gashawks guide to herbology”. The library was as silent as ever, the occasional sound of a chair sliding or footsteps of students searching for a book. Druing this thrilling daily event you were usually accompanied by your friend, Katie, but as always she was late. Honestly she would be late to her own funeral. She was never in Snapes good books due to her punctuality,  but no gryffindor was.

Your attention was soon shifted from your book to the person who had now entered the library with a loud bang. The door flew open with a crash noise, and from it stumbled your worst nightmare and favourite dream. Neville Longbottom. Ms pince’s head whipped around the where the racket emerged from, she gave a stern look the the nervous boy.

“Sorry” he mumbled with an apologetic look painted on his face. He Hastily walked over to the table in front of you, with Trevor in his hands, while passing you by your eyes connected. You could feel your pulse increasing at an alarming rate and your face heating up, which you guessed showed as a pink hue across your cheeks. He smiled timidly at you. That bloody smile. It effected   you every time you had the measure to see it it was a smile you wanted to see every day of the week, it made your heart sore and your brain buzz like a static television. Even with his crooked teeth it is still one of the most charming and endearing things your eyes had ever seen. That smile always managed ripped you of any tenacity and intelligence you had. Something nobody had ever been able to do before.  It frustrated you to an unhealthy level. Snape didnt even make you feel as nervous and helpless as Neville did. Who gave this boy the right to do this too you without him even knowing? You've always took an interest in Neville since first year after the sorting ceremony you noticed him, his timid nature, his kindness, his gentility, you adored this boy held. Which is why you always found it so difficult to find confidence or the ability to think coherent thoughts when in his vicinity.  

You quickly snapped out of your thoughts when saw the expression on Neville's face.  You had been staring at the poor boy this whole time.  Your eyes widened and your body locked,  like it was frozen in a heavy block of ice, it explained why you found it more difficult to breathe and why your heart was stuttering in your chest.  A rush of heat swept over your face which was now a color closer to a Phoenix then anything. This was no different to what usually occured, but you were never caught out like this before.  Well at least you thought. You always knew Neville was blissfully unaware to your feelings towards him, or even your existence really. It broke your heart that you could ever find the courage to interact with the boy. Courage was never a trait you lack apart from time like these

His eyebrows furrowed in concern and confusion. Your eyes were locked with his soft, caring brown-

" Y/N? Are you alright?  You look a bit worried."

His head was tilted like a confused puppy dog and his face wasn't dissimilar to one either.  

Neville spent years trying to understand you.  Why you never spoke to him, purposefully avoided him.  You seemed so talkative and bright to everyone else. Why whenever he looked at you,  you seemed to already be looking, but would glance away and your friend would whisper and you would both giggle.  It was difficult to not be aware of your Pressence. You never failed to speak your mind in class and seemed to radiate confidence with every step you toom,  you made people smile and feel important, why not him? His curiosity ate away at him every day. He adored you. How kind you were to others, and it wasn't that you were cruel to him in particular, but you were distant.  Seamus never failed to point out when you were staring at neville, or how you'd without fail call out Draco Malfoy on any misdeeds he did to Neville. But it was pointless, Neville's mindset was made up. He had done something for you to dislike him,  and it seemed that is how it would stay, no matter how much it hurt him

A simple nod and "mhm" was all you could muster up before you eyes darted to your book and your brain had already called you and idiot about seven or so times.  You could feel his confused stare linger onto you while you pretended to read, until both of your eyes shot to the girl who had just entered with a loud, but proud bang. A wave of relief washed over you at the sight of your friend, maybe she could save you from this embarrassment.  Once her eyes caught sight of you she smiled a warm and cheerful smile, you returned the same, though yous a bit more reluctant, your brain still repeating the moment of seconds ago.

She began to approach,  but before she sat down beside you her eyes caught Nevilles,  and her smile looked more chaotic then ever.

Katie had known you liked Neville since day one.  And had constantly encouraged you to talk to him or even interact with him.  She constantly teased you for your lovesick looks to him saying "What's the worst that could happen?" To which you had what could have been a five page list with all that could go horribly wrong,  many of which ended in you dying from embarrassment.

"Hi Neville,  long time no see,  if you want you can sit over with us, I don't bite,  I don't think y/n does either. " Her tone had a hint of evil behind the kind gesture. Your eyes locked with hers,  yours were wide with panic while hers narrowed while a cunning smile crept onto her face. How is she not a slytherin?!

"Eh- s-sure, thanks"

Her and Neville chairs screeched in sync while she sat down beside you and Neville in front of you. Your eyes glared at the words below you, while you heart pounded against your chest.

Neville smiled shyly while trvour stayed in his hands,  your eyes didn't leave, you knew you'd make a fool out of yourself if you said or did anything,  hopefully if you just read you could stay calm.

Neville's face lit up once he saw what book you were reading.  "Is that gawshaks guide to herbology? I never knew you were a fan y/n."

His voice was so happy to finally find something to talk to you abou,  like he'd been waiting to ask you the short question since that day he was born.

Your eyes looked up while you head stayed tilted to the book. Your mouth opened to reply but nothing came out, an awkward silence drifted into the room while both Neville and Katie stared,  waiting for your reply. You had to get out of here

Your legs sprung up and your chair made a loud scratch while it pushed back.  

"I need to use the bathroom"

As if it were lightning you darted out of the room,  your legs taking you as far as they could as quickly as possible.  

Neville sat,  wide eyed, staring at where you sat on lying seconds ago,  his smile had faded and his excited eyes looked beaten and sad as they sank to the ground

"I don't know what I did, every time I try to talk to her she leaves or doesnt reply or just stares at me,  did I do something? "

His question was asked so quietly it was surprising that katie even heard it at all.  

She knew very well that you two would make a good couple.  You both had a keen interest in herbology, both were very caring and kind.  It would fit like a lovely jigsaw. But if things kept up they way they were there was no chance of you two.  She had to intervene.

"No, no Neville you didn't do anything. Well you kind of did,  but you didn't. Okay so I'm going to tell you something, but if you say I told you, you will be lucky to leave this room alive."

His eyes widened with fear, he shuffled in his seat nervously.  

"I-i promise,  I really promise. "

It was clear that his words were sincere,  even if they were laced with fear from kayies death threats.  Katie leaned onto the table, to get closer to Neville, she couldn't let anyone else hear this or she'd be dead meat.  

"Y/n likes you,  a lot. Your like the only thing that makes her nervous, she doesn't know what to do around you,  so she eject buttons herself out."

Neville didn't reply to katie,  he just sat, in utter disbelief.  His eyes were wide and his heart was pounding.  You liked him back. You really liked him back, good godric you liked him! He wanted to whack his head of the table from being such an idiot.  Every interaction you both had replayed in his head until minutes later you re-entered the room.

You had calmed yourself down in the bathrooms and mashed your face to snap back into reality. The reaction you got to your entrance was not one you expected at all.  Neville looked like the boy was going to explode with nerves. Before you had a chance to step further into the room, Neville stood up and started to approach you. Yours eyes locked the whole time.  What is happening,  what did I do? Why is he still walking?  Your head was raving and your heart felt like it was going to grow legs and run out of your ribs.  It wasn't until he was inches away when he came to a holt.

Your faces were mere inches apart,  he was a lot taller when he was this close.  His eyes sparkled from the light through the windows.  You didn't know what to do. Run? Scream? Cry? Okay maybe not the last two.  His hand raised to hold yours, his hands touched yours as if you were about to break at any second.

"Y/n..  I like you,  I like you a lot.  I like your eye, and your hair,  and everything about you. I just really like you,  and I really want to do something." He took a deep breath " Can I kiss you?"

You simply nodded,  the last action before his head tilted into yours and your lips met.  His were chapped and tasted like lip balm. Your heart felt like it was going to burst,  your legs barely held you up. His hand cam e and rested on the sides of your face while your on his shoulders.  This moment was worth every fall, every embarrassment, he was worth every moment.

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Fairy Tail Au Remy and Deceit's Past (Gore Warning)

I'm gonna type a lot just incase you wanna skip the gore drawing

Remy and Deceit will be taking the role of Erza Scarlet and Jellal Fernandes, but they will not be shipped for I have other plans lol.

Also note: the decribtions decribe fire, abuse, and a failed attempt to escape, also brief mentions of a missing eye.

Another note: Daniel; Deceit

And it begins

The town was on fire, men in masks were wielding swords and screaming to the others "kill all the adults and take the children!" Remy looked around the blazing buildings for their mom, dad, anyone then they hear the cries of a younger girl.

She looked to be around two or three and was crying for her brother, Remy saw the men taking other children and they couldn't just leave her to get caught. They grabbed onto the girls hand, holding a figure up to their lips as the girl asked them where her brother was.

The tired running pair soon found a small create that would fit one of them as Remy quickly helped the child in. "What about you?" The girl says in tears "I'll find another place" they say with a small yet brave smile as they start to close the box, peaking in before they do. "Live" they say as they hear the men yell about hearing children voices. Closing the create and running, but this time Remy wasny fast enough.

-flash back skip-

The children lost track of time in this place, all they knew is that they had to work or they would be killed. But some managed to still keep their smiles when talking with one another, and today the children in one cell were sharing their names well they waited for their fearful work.

"Daniel Fernandes woah! That's hard to remember! It's gonna tie my tongue in knots!" Ray says from his seat on the floor, resting his arms behind his head as he looks up at Daniel. "Your name, Rachel Buchanan, seems hard to remember too."

"Remy, what about you?" Ray then asked after a moment of 'name insulted' silence, and Remy gave a small smile as they answered "I am Remy.. just plain Remy." "That's kinda sad..." the kid with the snake birth mark- Daniel, said walking over to Remy lifting up the back of their hair slightly.

"What?" Remy asked puffing out their cheeks in annoyance, "half of your hair is a pretty scarlet" "scarlet?" They ask turning to face the child behind them. As Daniel smiles excitedly "I know! Let's name you Remy Scarlet!"

"You don't just name people!" Ray says from half way across the room, "Scarlet.. Remy Scarlet.." Remy says with a smile.

-flash back skip-

Remy stood there, arms tied to a poll on the verge of passing out, as they felt blood drip down their face like warm thick tears. They were at blame for an escape attempt, and rightfully so, it was their idea after all.

"Remy! Remy.. h-hey get ahold of yourself" a voice says and they soon felt their arms be released from the ropes holding them as they fall into another person's arms, the person- no the voice it, was Daniel.

Daniel gasped in surprise "y-your eye.." there voice was almost as shaky as he was, shaking in a mixture of confusion, anger, and sadness. "What horrible things did they do, Remy..? What did we do to deserve this?" His voice grows more choked up as he holds back tears.

Soon letting out one last yell in frustration "DAMN IT!!" Remy soon slowly opened their eyes and says in a voice as small as a whisper "d-daniel..." "Remy! Thank goodness" he says with a thankful smile that his friend is alive. "Everything is alright now I've come to save you," "h-how?" "Let's not worry about that right now we need to get you to the others."

-flash back skip-

"Hey kid don't you see how lucky you are once we finish this you and all the others will e.g. sent right into paradise." "Shut your mouth fatty" Daniel barked in anger pain surging through his mussels.

There he was surviving a similar punishment as Remy, but it didn't get to the point of losing anything yet for the guards left due to a rebellion. So there he sat his arms tied to the poll slowly growing weaker as he opened his eyes.

"God? I don't believe in such a thing. I refuse to believe in a god that couldn't being salvation to a child." Soon a voice started whispering to him, it's tone and magic slowly driving him insane yet the bounds kept him from leaving.

"Hatred" then Daniel replies "I hate everything... these people... their gods.." "Your hate; I shall consume that hatred of yours. People's hatred gives me strength" the voice laughs mockingly before continuing

"The pathetic fools who run this tower don't even know who I truly am, I am the god they want to resurrect the Lord Zeref." Figures started appearing infront of Daniel causing the poor child to listen but the more he listened the more he felt for their manipulation.

I can't draw side views for crap oof