#I'm watching the family stone it's so sad when the mom died

[leigh-12345]

Jjk characters as Christmas movies/ Christmas movie characters. (this may be off I may have been drinking a little it's festive.)

Gojo would be the brother Ben from The Family Stone.

Yuji would be Kevin from home alone or Elf (I LOVE ELF GUYS)

mahito and kenjaku would be the robbers from home alone (that one juju stroll wirh jogos head is inspiring this)

Geto is Meredith from The Family Stone. (watch the movie and you'll see why)

Megumi would be scrooge mcduck from the animated Disney one (not animated Mickey mouse Disney one)

Nobara would be barabje from the barbie retelling of scrooge bc she's cunt and nobara is cunt

Yuta would be the Santa Clause bc I DONT LIKE HIM AND I DONT LIKE THAT MOVIE

Uhhh Inumaki would be a 1920s silent christmas film (im. funny laugh)

Nanami would be the Die hard guy Bruce Willis

that's all I can think of MERRU CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS

[yukiokami]

my tears ricochet

treech x female 7th district reader

warnings: no use of y/n, third-person narrative, angst, headcanons (9th hunger games winner, treech's family), l-bombs, violence, deaths.

summary: she did everything to prevent him from losing her too, eventually losing him herself.

word count: 859

author's note: my first time writing on tumblr, i had a huge wave of inspiration after listening to sad songs and watching edits of treech. english is not my first language, so i apologize for any mistakes. this is a songfic to my tears ricochet by taylor swift. enjoy, loves.

her name was pulled. among hundreds of others. everything around her is in slow motion, she doesn't hear anything, doesn't see her mother's frightened eyes. she only notices treech's hand rising, he is now ready to volunteer, so she wouldn't be taken to the games. she manages to grab him with both hands and whispers, calming herself rather than him.

"it's going to be okay, i'll be fine, treech."

he shakes his head in disbelief. she can't leave him, leave her mom. die.

and she doesn't understand how she can cope. this is not a self-preservation instinct. it's an instinct to save those she cares about.

"listen, aspen is going to be with me. you can't come with me, please, i can't stand it if you die."

"i can't stand it if you die!" he repeats after her. "i can't lose you!" treech breaks down, despite the huge crowd.

burning tears flow down her cheeks, blurring the dirt on her face, and leaving long streaks.

"that's why i'm not going to die," she looks at him, reassuring. "i'm not going to die, treech. please take care of mom," she says when the peacekeepers grab her when they hold on to each other with the last of their strength.

cause I loved you, I swear I loved you

till my dying day

"i love you, okay? forever," their hands separate and soldiers drag the girl to the stage.

"let her go!" treech hisses, trying to fight the soldiers who are holding him tightly from running after her.

the doors close and she hears him scream.

we gather here, we line up,

weepin' in a sunlit room

when the counter counts down the seconds before the games begin, she can't think, there's a white noise in her head. there are no places to hide in the huge arena. here you can only fight and try to survive. she needs to survive because they are waiting for her at home. treech has no one but her. his parents died in a forest fire, as did her father.

and if I'm on fire,

you'll be made of ashes, too

she starts running towards the center with all her strength and grabs an axe, while two tributes attack two more. they die in seconds. she backs away and a guy from district 4 grazes her arm with a sword, trying to pierce it. she turns around and stabs him in the head with an axe.

the games lasted for several hours, the remaining three tributes, including her, are sitting on opposite sides of the arena, exhausted. aspen was killed by a girl from district 9.

and she's just waiting for the attack.

and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves

you had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

this is not a victory, but a simple accident. but it doesn't matter now, because she's going home.

we gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean

some to throw, some to make a diamond ring

they are sitting by a small lake, throwing stones into it, which leaves circles, a month after the hunger games. they devote all their time to each other, and treech is insanely happy that she is with him, that she is alive. she didn't leave him.

"soon I'll earn a lot of money and buy us a house, and we will live there. just the two of us. and then I'll buy you a diamond ring and we'll get married," treech often voiced his thoughts, to which she always laughed and said that they would have to work very hard.

and when you can't sleep at night

(you hear my stolen lullabies)

at night, she was tormented by terrible nightmares that she was back in the arena, she was shaking and nothing could help but funny songs sung to her by her beloved lumberjack in a hat, wrapping her in a warm blanket by his embrace and words about how brave she is.

when his name is pulled at the next reaping, she can't breathe. this just can't be happening. they've been through so much together that they've been torn apart again. she's broken up by games. killed by the reaping. at that carefree time, treech guessed that such an outcome could take place, so he was ready. as much as it was possible.

"you were able to come back to me, and i will do everything to come back to you," he strokes her cheek with one hand, and with the other he puts a ring in her deathly cold ones. "i love you."

the peacekeepers take him away.

she falls to her knees and a frantic scream pierces the entire square.

when the neighbors talk about tributes returning, she joyfully runs to meet treech, confident of his victory. there are two coffins at the square, in one of which lies lamina, and in the other her brave beautiful boy. he didn't come back to her.

you know I didn't want to have to haunt you

but what a ghostly scene

you wear the same jewels that I gave you

as you bury me

[da-bestest-writer]

Baki next gen part 3

After getting back from the Tokyo dome, Kozue was quick to scold Yujiro, Calling him all manner of names, Only stopping short of slapping him, Even in his advancing age, Kozue knew that putting one's hands on yujiro hanma was a death sentance.

"What do you have to say for yourself! Yujiro."

"I already spelled it out to bake" Yujiro spoke with his usual blase arrogance. "I'm not going to do it again."

Kozue sighs, and sits down, Before going to address her daughter. "Tomoe.... "

The girl froze up, She had a certain degree of fear for her mother, Kozue was nothing but kind of course, But she was also stern, The kind of woman even her large, And clearly very strong dad seemed to fear the wrath of, One who hid stone with silk.

"I'm proud of you." This caused some visible surprise in not just her and her dad, But her grandfather as well.

"I still don't like the idea of you fighting, But i saw you on the screen, Dodging a kick boxing professional's punches and kicks, And then returning them even better than he threw them."

Tomoe was surprised ."Better?" She asked, As her mom nodded.

"I've watched your father from the sidelines ever since i was sixteen years old. i may not be a fighter myself, But i know technique when i see it." Kozue explained as baki chuckled.

"Awh babe! You're makin' me blush!" he said sheepishly, Joking around even despite his wife's serious tone.

"You said this is something you really want to do right?"

Tomoe nods. "Yeah, Of course. When i say something i mean it."

Baki smiled lazily as he leaned back. "What's got you changing your tune all of a sudden, Kozue?" He asked looking her way.

"I never said i changed my mind, I really don't want Tomoe fighting, Especially not the way you did when you were younger."

Tomoe was perplexed, They kept on going on and on about 'back then' and 'when you were younger' and 'in my day' None of it meant anything to her, And her father quickly caught onto it.

"Hey koz? I think that with all this talk about way back when, We oughta come clean yeah? Our girl looks like she's about ready to pop a gasget finding out what's going on."

Kopzue sighed, It... wasn't like they could hide this any further,

but before she could even open her mouth, Yujiro highjacked the conversation.

"The hanma family is a liniage of proud and powerful fighters, Dating back to the earliest days of japan. Antire nations have quicered before our family name!"

Baki would interrupt his father. "And now... we're middle class suburbanites. Dad there's no reason to get so deep into thing right away." Yujiro snarled at his boy.

"What was that ya damn brat? this is family history! Your kid deserves to know where she comes from!"

"You're just gonna confuse her more if you start from the beginning old man, Leave this to me, okay?" He turned to Tomoe, and got on her level, Bowing to a knee

"See, Tomoe, Your old man wasn't just 'some amateur who didn't make it big.' He was the one that made the ones that did go big feel small. I fought men stronger than anyone you've ever seen."

Tomoe looked...Doubtful, Her dad was a mild mannered salaryman, Sure he was pretty strong and athletic, but a fighter? There was no way.!

"I can see the doubt in your eyes... But it's true, I've beaten loads of people, Street gangs, Men with a strong enough grip to crush bone, Private military contractors, Escaped death row prisoners, And even a caveman! But the most dangerous man i ever fought." Baki pointed to Yujiro. "Was that guy right there, The ogre." Yujiro smirked , Happy to be known as his son's greatest opponent.

"But every one of those fights was dangerous, Life threatening." Kozuie continued from Baki's point. "Your father could have easily died if something went wrong... I hated seeing it all, But i loved your dad more than i hated it. I didn't want you risking your life for little more than pride and a bit of fight money... But " Her look of sadness and worry turned to one of knowing contentment. "I should have known better than that. You're a Hanma by blood, Afterall, you all are drawn to fighting like gravity draws people to the earth..."

Baki sighed. "It's not like that Koz, She just wants something she can be good at, Something she can call her own. She doesn't have the 'pure love' for fighting like dad and i have. For the time being at least i'm sure it'll just be a hobby."

Tomoe wasn't even paying attention to them, But seeing her dad so sincerely say things that were so completely ridiculous made her feel like there was a degree of validity to his words. The next thing that caught her attention as the world she saw and heard blur around her were these following words.

"Training strarts tomorrow."

[guideoftime]

From my fanfic Guide of Time. Impa leaves for the Shadow Temple.

Impa met him in the entrance to the temple, watching the stone that left behind a reminder of what became of their Tribe the first time. He stepped up beside her, looked to the words carved into the wall and sent a silent prayer to his ancestors. “Lady Impa.”

“My son.” Oh, she was starting like this. They never had good conversations when she spoke to him with fondness. Closing his eyes Sheik gathered his own courage and turned to look at her. Impa stood proud, like she always did, but the softness full of such crushing sadness on her face didn’t leave him feeling as confident as looking at her usually did.

Sheik swallowed and when he spoke again let his own voice carry the weight of his emotions. “Mom.”

“You will be fine, Sheik.” No, no he really didn’t like where this was going now. Impa turned toward him and raised her hand, pulling his mask down for the second time this day and gently caressing his cheek. He let himself indulge in the unusual tenderness and leaned into her touch. “You have grown into such an incredible person, and I couldn’t be more proud of you. The Hero has halfway completed his quest, Hyrule is already beginning to reflect the land that it once was. And you, with it, have grown stronger. I believe in you as much as I believe in our Hero.”

The compliment was rare, unlike her, she always seemed to think he was doing the wrong thing. Surely, her ideals would change if she knew that he had broken all the rules she listed at him. He wasn’t going to give her the chance. “Mom.” Sheik lifted his hands up and took hers in both of his. “What’s wrong?”

“Sheik, long ago there was a war between the Hyrulean Royal Family and the Sheikah. You remember this story, don’t you?” He did, they executed the Sheikah because they feared that they were going to rise up and destroy them all. So Sheik nods, and keeps silent. “There was a Sheikah that lived where the Kakariko Well now stands, a Sheikah that was a master of the magic we possess. He was so powerful that the Royal Family dare not execute him. Not right away. He had a talent of seeing the truth, not like you or I. Apparently it was said if you asked him anything he knew immediately if the words were real or not. Even if the words came second hand.” Sheik had a hard time understanding how that worked but he could see how it benefited the Royal Family to have someone like that.

“According to the legend the Well was built and the Hyrulean Royal Family imprisoned him down there with the traitors. Tortured him as they used him… until there was nothing left, and he died.” She tilted her head to the side and looked to the door of the Shadow Temple. “He was driven crazy and became a fierce monster in death." That was a horrible story and he didn't like where this was going. "When Bongo Bongo became dangerous to Kakariko I sealed him in the Bottom of the Well and with Ganondorf's revival he has grown more powerful. My seal on him is breaking… and he will escape and make for the Shadow Temple."

Yeah, this was getting worse. "If he reaches the Shadow Temple I fear, Sheik, that he will become even more fierce than we know." Sheik took a step toward Impa and she shook her head. "I'm going to the Shadow Temple to strengthen the seal from the sanctum. I need you to go to the well and ensure that Bongo Bongo doesn't escape."

"Why can't you just go to the well?" His voice was pleading and he knew he sounded like a child.

"Sheik, the time has come for Link to awaken the Sage of Shadows."

"No!"

"Sheik! You know the Sage of Shadows must be a Sheikah!"

"Then let it be me!"

"I can't!" His mother grasped his face, hands on each of his cheeks and she looked at him for the first time since he was a baby perhaps like he was all she had. Like he mattered more to her than the Princess. Like he was her son. "This is your destiny and I have mine. And even if it wasn't… this is me protecting you. This is me being your mother. Let me save you for once."

Tears of sadness, rage and desperation gathered selfishly in his eyes. They rolled down his face and vanished into the mask around his neck. A helpless sob gathered in his throat, clenching around the words that he needed to force out. "I don't want to. I can't lose you too. It's not fair."

"You're not a child anymore, Sheik. You'll be alright. I believe in you." Her arms encircled his neck and pulled him into her chest. His face tucked against her shoulder and for once he let himself just cry. Weep for what he lost and what he was going to lose. "Please remember I always loved you."

Impa left for the Shadow Temple and that was Sheik’s cue to leave for the well. He stayed long enough to watch her vanish inside before exiting Kakariko Graveyard. Because of Bongo Bongo’s attempts at escaping, Kakariko Village was burning down around him. The people had fled to safety, taking refuge outside the village or in the basement of the houses. Sheik walked through it like a possessed man, his eyes rubbed raw from his tears. His singular focus was the Well in the distance and as he approached he could feel the pull of the Sheikah magic luring him closer. He wasn’t sure what more he could do that Impa couldn’t but he’d try his best.

[araviera]

Mermaid AU

"My parents are coming tomorrow and how am I going to explain to my mom that there's a merman in my bathroom?"

"You can hadle it. I know this, Wisegirl."

Annabeth helped Percy get to the bottom of the beach to free him. After he managed to fend for himself, the merman looked at her and said something that Annabeth could not hear thanks to the earplugs she wore. Considering the time they spent together in the bathroom and the endless conversations, she took off the earplugs, trusting him, and smiled.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty," she joked.

Percy smiled back, and Annabeth soon regretted taking off the protector. She saw, through his eyes, lines of evil that told mermaids stories. He started to sing.

Annabeth struggled, fought, but failed to overcome the spell. Percy sang and called her deeper, further out to sea. He said that everything would be fine, that it wouldn't hurt, and she knew it was a lie. Annabeth's body obeyed without reluctance. Her mind watched everything without doing anything. Annabeth, the real one, panicked. It was sinking deeper and deeper. She felt algae and corals at her feet. The rising tide was pulling it harder and harder. She was no longer able to touch the floor when she took Percy's hand.

Annabeth cursed him with every possible name in her mind. She had been careful at all times, she hadn't trusted him right away, and yet she had failed. She had been foolish to think that even though she knew a little about him, he would not betray her.

Soon, the ground disappeared. Her body was no longer able to stay above water. Percy pulled her down from time to time.

Annabeth submerged.

The pressure and suffocation of the water brought her down. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to avoid the salt water. Automatically, she held her breath, before the merman speak with her.

"Open your eyes, Chase. Look at me."

His melodious, sweet voice made her obey him. Annabeth exhaled and looked at him. Percy was beautiful, there was no way to disagree. His skin shone under the moonlight under the water. Her hair floated like black algae. The blue interior of his eyes, which in humans are red, shone brightly.

Annabeth was beginning to despair. "He's going to kill me. I'm going to die. I'm sorry, mom. I'm sorry, dad. Forgive me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Percy came over, ready to bite her, but she saw him hesitate. He looked at her, and before she lost consciousness, he looked away.

He would never be able to say what exactly went through his head to give up the idea of ​​killing her. Of course, in addition to liking her, since they had spent a few days together and she had been a true friend (something he never had), Percy had the impression that there was something wrong.

But it was already too late.

Annabeth was dying, he knew. He had done this many times before. Her face was losing color, water was entering her lungs freely. There was not much to do for her. For a human.

Percy couldn't kill her, couldn't let her die after the last few days - he decided. He leaned over and pulled the blonde's head hard towards him and kissed her.

He had never done that before, but his studies at the Palace provided knowledge like that - which, honestly, Percy thought that all hybrids should know.

The girl's limp body shone brightly and stretched. Percy felt her skin turn into scales, sprout fins and thin her waist. He felt the girl's clothes disappear in his embrace, with nothing he could do.

When the metamorphosis passed, Annabeth was breathing weakly.

Percy lost his breath when he saw her.

"Gray?" He thought aloud.

Lines of magic, created by the brightness of the moon, descend from the eyes to the body. Her tail was encrusted with shiny stones.

Percy hoped she would turn into a random mermaid, but gray... Gray was an extremely rare color, and that was worrisome.

Annabeth could sum up that week as a nightmare. The last thing she remembered was being under the spell of Percy's Singing. She was drowning and, then, darkness. Only darkness. Annabeth woke up with a tingle throughout her body. She looked everywhere, but didn't recognize where she was.

Then, she saw Percy.

Percy was standing on the end of the bed, watching her. He wore a robe that covered part of his body, as well as an alternative crown on his head.

At first she thought she was dreaming. Then, started to scream.

"Annabeth! Annabeth! Calm down!" he tried.

"Calm me down?! Get away from me! Monster! Treacherous! Traitor! I trusted you!" she screamed, but her voice was affected, and only then she realized that she was under water, that she was breathing, and that she was undressed.

She screamed even more.

"What did you do ?! Percy! What did you do?" Annabeth felt her throat tighten when she looked down.

Her legs weren't there. A tail stirred back and forth unconsciously.

"Annabeth, listen" he tried again. "I'm sorry-"

"NO, DON'T FEEL" she fumbled for the nightstand looking for something she could use for defense.

"-but I needed to do this. You were going to die" Percy approached.

"No!" she hid her fork behind her and asked for distance between them. "Don't talk to me! If you hadn't betrayed me, I wouldn't nearly have died!"

His shoulders withered.

"Wisegirl, I ..."

Then Annabeth decided that hitting the prince of the kingdom would be a good deal.

After that - Percy almost dying with a hit in his heart, the royal family locking her in her room, discovering she would never see her family again, crying, breaking furniture and other tantrums - Annabeth felt more alone than before. Percy, whenever he could, went to visit her, but she never let him in or talked about it. She was devastated.

Her mother must have been in tears thinking that her daughter had died.

She would never be able to see her family again...

Later, Percy appeared at her door and threatened her.

"Annabeth, I don't want to have to do this, but today there is dinner at the Herbal Garden and you will be my mate," he said. "A maid will leave your clothes here, and I will come and get you. If you aren't, you will be thrown to the sharks."

And left her alone, terrified at the thought of being killed.

Annabeth didn't trust him or his family, but she had to trust her enough not to fall.

And that was what she was doing at that party.

"You see? I can swim on my back"

"Pff, look behind you, Percy"

-

And, thats it. Mermay finally ends :"(. It was so cool do a Percabeth au underwater. But maybe i should explain some points:

1- Percy is immortal bc he is Poseidon' son (duh) and he is the prince and heir of Throne (Sally is a mermaid too).

2- Percy has few friends, and, usually, Poseidon doesnt give him permission to hang out with them. There is all the pression at him, so Percy never can be himself.

3- Zeus was a merman from an important royal family, and Athena too (cause she is his daughter, duh/2), but they decided living on mortal realm and left all behind. Athena never told this to Annabeth, but she alwals said to her to stay away from sea.

4- Poseidon, Sally and Percy, first, didnt know who was she, but they "addopted" her because she was from an important family.

5- Annabeth finally talked with her mother. Athena said how worried she was, how happy she was to Ann was alive and how sad she was about Annabeth transfomation.

6- After this, Annabeth and Percy became friends. They hang out together and Poseidon let them hang out with Percy's friends.

7- Annabeth met Rachel and Grover, and she loved them.

8- Annabeth became known as Prince's Wife and as Princess before they know they like each other. The gray tail became famous in the "City that never sleeps"

[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.)

[natromanxoff]

I wasn’t sure about posting this at first but as it is already shared publicly and I have come across with it on Pinterest, I decided that it would be okay. So here is a story of a fan about Jim Hutton:

“ON 23rd of March, there was a Queen Tribute band concert in Goresbridge and my boyfriend told me that Jim would come as well. He admitted that he had arranged with Stephen for Jim to come along. The concert was in the pub called The Spirit Store. What a great name for spiritual meeting, I thought. When I entered, Jim sat at the table with Stephen, Jascqueline, her sister Valeria and other family friends. There was nowhere to sit, so we just stood by the table for a while. When I looked at Jim, he appeared somewhat fragile and tiny, like a man who could easily be overlooked. He didn´t look anything like those photos portraying him in the books.

After a while, there was a free seat by the table and everyone, including Jim, moved in order for us to sit down. It was just one place and my friend Mike wanted to take it. He got up fast but they all stopped him. Jim measured Mike up and down and told him, "Perhaps you should let the lady sit here, you cavalier!" Embarassed, Mike got up from his chair and offered it to me. I got the honorable place alongside Jim. Being a woman sometimes has its advantages! Jim welcomed me with heartfelt "Hi". At first I was nervous, but after a while I felt relaxed and enjoyed Jim's company. I was aware of his behavior, gestures, laughter, and tried to absorb his energy all at once. It was easy to talk to him about anything and everything.

I wanted to know the man Freddie loved so much, so I guess I started giving him many questions.

"Jim, are you still in touch with Phoebe?" Jim looked at me closely and began to talk to me with interest. "I haven´t really been talking to him for a long time. I know he had a hotel in Dubai, then he sold it, and he's in Prague now. He also bought something overthere and I think he's going to settle down there." When I heard about Prague, I jumped up excitedly and told him that I was from there. He smiled a little, though the coincidence like this didn´t overwhelm him as much as me.

He relished glass of Budwaiser and smoked Ultra light Silk Cuts. He offered me one and lit it up for me like a real gentleman. It seemed he wanted to continue talking. We both made fun of the ultralight effect of his cigarettes, which would probably piss off every orthodox smoker, Freddie for sure! He then demonstrated jokingly, how to properly smoke them. He inhaled all the smoke by sucking in his cheeks and widening his eyes, as if he should soon burst like an inflated toad. None of us resisted and we both burst into a mad laughter. I told him about my visit to Munich and meeting Barbara. He smiled and listened, then he rolled his eyes up to heaven and stated that she is one hell of a crazy woman. I totally agreed, and added, that also alcoholic one. It was surreal to talk about mutual aquaintances together, people we both knew. I also mentioned my visit to New York club and I could see how he returns nostalgically into his memories. Then I also tried to make him remember my friend Allison, who told me about him in the first place.

"About nine years ago she visited you in London". He couldn´t remember and admitted, that since then a lot of people have passed through his life and many of them he never saw again.

I continued. "She showed me several of your photos and in one of them you were holding Freddie's portrait that you bought at the auction". Suddenly he jumped up and said he knew whom I mean.

I showed him my miniature box containing a stone and talked about it with almost patriotic pride. "It's a stone from Logan Mews that I had to dig out from under the threshold of his house, because there was nothing else to take." Jim laughed out loud, this time without any hindrance and doubt that I was totally crazy. I also laughed because I knew I sound like nuts. He remarked with smile from ear to ear that I was pretty crazy. "Yeah, I'm crazy, and I'm proud to be. Who isn´t...and by the way.....why not?" I smiled at what I just said, because that´s what Freddie would say, to defend himself. Jim then talked about the medallion that Freddie had given him for his birthday. He said, there were three miniature pictures inside. "The first is that of Miko ", he said gently, looking up at me to make sure I knew who he was talking about. "In the other one is Freddie" ... he continued with kind of fervor and love. Something deep inside me shivered. "In the third one," ... he didn´t answer yet, when I jumped into his monologue ...."Tiffany," I blurted out.

"My mom's photo," he finished his sentence. (and I prayed he didn´t register my answer).

It was nice to hear him remembering like that. He opened up in front of me the way I never dreamt of. I think it was nice for him to share these beautiful moments and to talk about things that meant so much to him. "This rock is my good luck charm. I have been listening to Queen since I´m twelve and I also work in the Fan Club's office. We celebrate his anniversary every year. When I went here, I was kidding with my friends that I might meet Jim Hutton in Ireland... and here you are, sitting right next to me. That´s my dream come true", I said all emotional.

"How do you know Stephen?", he inquired after while.

"I go out with Vinnie and they are good friends" He eyed my boyfriend and indicated that he knew who he was.

"I was annoying the two of them and was constantly asking them to bring you", I smiled.

"Oh, Jacqueline wanted me to come, alright" Jim smiled at the thought. Then he talked about the music talent competition, in which they were selecting the best imitators of Queen.

"What music are you actually listening to?" I wondered.

"I have no favorite, I'm listening to almost everything. Even a radio".

"And do you still have Zig and Zag?"

He only sighed and said in a sad voice that they had both died since then.

"And do you have any other cats?"

"Yeah, I have seven others now," Jim smiled. This number didn´t surprise me. The old habits are hard to kill.

"Do you still keep up the gardening, Jim?"

"Constantly," he said with a loving smile and amusedly showed me his hands dirty from the clay and covered in sores. For God's sake, he must have been gardening a few minutes before going to a concert!, I thought to myself. A complete garden maniac.....

We were joking on the account of the band that was supposed to start playing long time ago, but somehow did not. He told me it would be nice to get drunk, so we didn´t know how terrible they were. That really made me crack up. He could be so funny.

He joked and emphasized to everyone around the table, that instead of a concert he could have been at home watching his favorite movie. In the same breath, he admitted that he was curious about their performance and that he hadn´t been out in ages.

He leaned over to me and confessed, that now he lived a life completely cut off from the rest of the world.

"We are basically the same, I am basically like him. Now I just enjoy loneliness and privacy. I don´t go out anywhere except my garden". I immediately knew whom he was referring to in his speech.

I said that I had discovered his house in Palatine and apologized when I saw his slightly concerned look. I said I was just little curious.

He then recalled a few of his encounters with the fans. One day there was an unknown car with a couple of strangers that arrived to his house. They came all way from Vienna and they found him by questioning people in a town! Not a hard thing to trace him, he said, as every cab driver in the area knows him pretty well. One local newspaper even published a photo of his house, and although they gave a wrong address, a lot of people had found him.

That made me laugh, because I knew what it means to be a devoted fan.

"On the other hand, it's nice to know that someone is constantly looking after you and giving you the feeling that all this is still alive," I added with a smile.

"Jim, do you still have your Volvo?"

"You mean the one that Freddie gave me?.....No, I don´t have it few years now, I´ve swapped it for a new one," he smiled.

He was all too gallant all the time, always lighting my cigarette.

He also wondered how long I would stay in Ireland, so I said that only another half a year.

"And you wanna come back here?" He asked suddenly.

"Oh, I'd love to. I'm trying to find a job either in Carlow or Kilkenny," I said enthusiastically.

Then I fell silent, looked at him and assured him "Definitely."

Each time he looked up into my eyes, I saw an incredibly nice person in front of me. Something in his silent expression suggested that he had suffered great deal of pain in life, but that he was now completely reconciled with his fate. Still, in his eyes shone a spark of unrelenting humor. In his company I forgot all about the world. I was happy to be able to make such an affluent and warm contact with him. The longer we knew each other, the closer we were.

When he wanted to go to the toilet, Stephen told him that the men's toilets were behind the bar and the ladies in front of the bar. It sounded like he wasn´t quite sure which one would Jim prefer.

But Jim didn´t care much and set off to the men's. I admit it made me laugh a little.

Then we continued our dialogue. I mentioned that I read both his and Phoebe's book, but that I couldn´t find his book anywhere in the stores. He confirmed that it´s out of print at the minute.

When I told him that I had stolen his book at the local library, he laughed and said that I should have asked him and he would have given me a copy, but he only had Italian version.

Finally, the band started to play. Everyone in the pub stood up and whole lot of us - as we were tucked in at the back, climbed onto the window ledges. I stood next to Jim, who remained seated.

He looked a little bit run over. I knew he was surrounded by the loneliness and I watched him with sadness. I lacked much power or words to comfort him. It was only after some wonderful songs that we both joined and got up. He could not remain sad in such a loving and friendly company for ever.

When he noticed the enormous, life-vibrant energy that only Queen music could produce in conjunction with a crowd of people singing, I think he forgot his personal pain. I could see pride in his face. He stood up and watched the band. Then he addressed me and made me come up onto the ledge above him to see better. I would not listen to anybody else, but from him it didn´t sound like an order. He wanted me to get the most out of it and it pleased me. Then we sat back and drank. Jim seemed to be getting cheerful and livelier. The more he drank, the more cheerful he was. The guys ordered him Red Bull with vodka. When I asked him if it was vodka, he claimed it was white lemonade! He put a warm glass of "vodka" on my hand, so I almost jumped out of my skin, which he thought was terribly funny.

Whatever he did, he looked at me as though I was the only person who knew what was behind his looks. His faces and funny grimaces reminded me of Freddie. He had a lot of subconsciously inherited poses and gestures from him. Even in his laughter I could detect an influence of Freddie's strong personality. He simply marked all people around him. It was not the same contagious and stormy laugh, but there was a spark of resemblance.

His niece Jacqueline, Valerie and Stephen, danced all the time on the ledge and Jim was pulling them and wrapping himself in between their legs, hugging them, clinging to them, and messing around like a little boy. It was a wonderful sight, as he was so happy and childish.

After some time, Jim lost himself in a crowd of concert goers, so I went to look for him. Without his company it felt such a sad place. It was as if he had fallen through the ground, which made me very nervous. Finally, I found him by the entrance table, where he was joking away with one old blonde, not too different from frivolous Barbara Valentin. I asked him for a photo together. At first he looked impenetrable but as soon as I threw a sad eye and smirked, he brightened up and agreed as if saying "You know you can, anything for you, darling"

His niece Valerie took our picture. He then whispered to me that he hopes I´ll send him some pictures later.

After that he announced that we are going back inside to listen to the band.

I saw them from close-up and I must say that it was much better to just hear them. They looked rather too comic with all their wigs. It was something that would make Freddie laugh too.

I told Jim that they don´t look very natural,which he agreed with, but he said he couldn´t complain about their music. He was totally right, because musically they weren´t bad and the singer had a very authentic voice.

Inside, everybody was dancing and Jim joined in and circled around them like a rogalo.

The whole pub vibrated with intense and loving energy. There was no one who would be bored. Jim then threw himself in the arms of his two nieces, who gently caressed him in his hair and embraced him. He let them take care of him, now vulnerable like a little lost child all of a sudden.

There was something deeply touching about it. He had closed his eyes and sadly lowered his head, as if his tears flowed deep inside, in his invisible world. I realized at this stage, how much he really loved Freddie. I was looking at him and I had a desire to caress him and comfort him but instead, I had to stand aside.

"You can have everything and yet feel alone", Freddie once said. But I was glad Jim had his family and friends around him, who cared and protected him. Jim was going through sorrow and joy,both at the same time, it seemed.

During one of his many shananigans, I caught him messing around with his niece's boyfriend.

He sat him on his knees and imitated sexual intercourse. It would seem offensive and utterly crazy to someone who didn´t know him. But we all did. Jim was laughing like crazy and when he finally looked at me, he seemed a little embarrassed by his behavior and gave me a look that said"I hope you won´t tell on me to Freddie"...but it was hard to take him seriously.

We both smiled conspiratorially at each other. In that sense, our relationship no matter how short-lived, was special. We understood one another in thoughts. He winked at me a couple of times, tapping my beer like an old buddy.

In one moment in particular, Jim leaned over me and whispered: "You as a fan have right to be crazy, but them" ... pointing at our dancing group of friends ... " they are fucked up", he said with smile and he began to knock his finger against his forehead. An international gesture that doesn´t need an interpreter!

Jim then went to the toilets for a while, and I, like a stray sheep, followed him through crowds of oblivious dancers. He was somewhat drunk at that time and barely retained a balance. He staggered a little like a broken tree. No surprise after god knows how many Red bulls and vodkas! I was bit afraid for him, so I supported him inconspicuously by both shoulders from behind. He went to the toilet and cared too little to even close the door behind him. If anyone was looking, he would see Jim Hutton pissing in a toilet bowl in his bright canary shirt.

At that moment they played the most touching song of all, These are the Days of our lives .... I stood by the door and listened, watching the band and waited for Jim. I don´t know why, perhaps because of the fate that brought me here, I suddenly felt terrible sorrow. I was sorry for Freddie and Jim. Tears poured into my eyes. I didn´t cry, but was very close to it. Jim suddenly appeared next to me and noticed my face. "What about those tears? I hope you don´t cry", but at this stage I was lost for words. His concern made me sad even more. Something inside me forced me to caress him. I hugged him gently around his neck and put my head on his shoulder for a moment. I wanted to let him know that I am very sorry about what happened to Freddie. He did not resist. He knew he wasn´t the only one in the world who was missing him. I looked into his eyes, and I told him a sentence that I didn´t know why I said, but I strongly felt it..."Jim, he's here, he IS here." His expression was rather confused at first. "Do you believe me?" ... I said this with a seriousness and a certain degree of self-assurance that he froze for a while. He looked thoughtful. He knew what I was talking about.

I seemed to only confirm his inner conviction. He didn´t say a word. He wiped my tear away with the edge of his hand and without warning, took me firmly by the hand and led me through crowds back to our friends. There was a lot of care and love in his touch. The music was just playing and Freddie just sang "I still love you" and I knew he did.

I didn´t want to leave, but I knew I said everything I needed to. I could not leave without saying goodbye. It would be a sin after all this to just disappear into eternity. I interrupted him from the conversation with someone else, leaned over the table and said, "Jim, I'm leaving now, so I want to say goodbye, it was great pleasure meeting you." I smiled as much as my heart allowed me to and shook his hand. He stared up and thought for a moment, and then, without any hesitance said, "We do not see each other for the last time." I didn´t know at this time how true his words were.

I thought I did not understand well, so I asked again, "sorry?" and he repeated patiently and more resolutely, "I shall surely see you again," while taking my hand into his hands and kissing it gently.

He left me in amazement. I stumbled out from there perplexed but still I could hear him talking about me to someone there. He probably said he hadn´t seen a bigger nutcase in a long time, assuming from his cute teddybear smile. Gosh I loved him so much!

The next day I learned from my friends that Jim was looking next morning for his jacket that he had forgotten in his car. Few days later, I've sent him the promised photographs. Jacquie confirmed that he called in to say he had received them allright.”

2001

“...And then I returned back to Ireland in 2004.

I had the opportunity to welcome Jim to my own home in Carlow sometime in 2006. He was Stephen´s surprise. When the door opened up, I didn´t see him at first.

Then his head popped out from the side of the door and with a laugh he emerged a bit later. He hugged me like we hadn´t seen each other for million years. What I felt at that moment was indescripable. My dear Jim back in my life and in my own house!

We all sat in the living room, Jim settled down on the sofa, I was sitting on the ground and absorbed the precious moments because I knew time spent with him was only borrowed time. Then we watched Queen videos and talked about Freddie as if he were in the next room. It was so surreal. Me and Jim agreed that our favorite video was Scandal, and he just added that Freddie didn´t like it very much because he couldn´t make any creative input in it, although he loved the song.

Then we talked about his illness, about him taking up to 40 pills a day to sustain his health and he also explained the difference between AIDS and HIV, as many people still didn´t know. We have talked so much and - above all - we laughed all night, almost at everything. It was so easy to succumb to his funny personality once again and to his heartfelt laughter. He made jokes about fancying my ex-boyfriend, whom he lied on top of on the sofa. Long time ago, I´ve sent him a letter explaining to him how Freddie has impacted my life. But I've forgotten I´ve ever written it and now I was faced with the horror that I actually have sent it. I hoped he has forgotten about it, but when Jim and I met in the corridor of our house, I couldn´t but apologize to him for that letter, and for being so daring. To my surprise, he looked at me softly with his tired eyes and assured me that my letter was absolutely fascinating. Then we were interrupted by Stephen, who was just leaving a toilet and the conversation was cut short at that point. Unfortunatelly I would never have the chance to find out what was the next thing he was about to say, because I noticed he wanted to continue, if he weren´t interrupted.

When we were saying goodbye at the door, he treated me as an old friend. He simply kissed me on the lips, which utterly shocked me and made me laugh at the same time.

He invited us back to his house to have a little party, but my ex-boyfriend was not in the perfect mood and so we politely declined, which I will forever regret!

About a year after that I bumped into Jim several times in the city where we both lived, or we exchanged text messages whenever I needed to advise what room flowers would be best for our new house. Sometimes I learnt about how he´s doing through my ex-boyfriend, who used to hang out with him and drink few pints in a night bar. Once my ex confessed how Jim told him that I was a great person and he should be happy to have me. They must have been talking about me!!!!

Then I met Jim one night in the nightclub, where he was with his friends. He spent most of his time sitting in the lounge smoking a cigarette, having fun with younger girls. Wherever he was, you heard his laughter. That night my ex-boyfriend arranged for Jim and me to have a dance together.

Jim was just dancing on the dancefloor with some older woman. I remember he had his jumper tied around his waist. I just got onto the dancefloor, he looked at me all serious and pulled me close to him. It was some tediously slow song that I can´t even remember, I just know that we were staggering from side to side like two handiccaped penguins and that made me laugh hysterically.

He was such a clown! Now, however, I consider this moment as one of the most precious memories of him. It was my night.

Back in 2009, I have learned that Jim was diagnosed with cancer. My ex-boyfriend told me how concerned Jim was when informing him. He said, he wept. At that time I didn´t know how serious the situation was and I hoped Jim will get better in no time. I believed the doctors would somehow help him out of it. I saw him a little later at work when he came to our restaurant for breakfast.

I almost served him as another customer, but when I realized it was him, I pulled myself back into the kitchen and let the other girls serve him. He never noticed. I was in such state of shock. I didn´t know what to do, how to act and what to say. He was so thin, just skin and bone. His face was sinking, his eyes full of pain, a small tube leading from his nose to the oxygen device he carried in his backpack and a small canvas hat on his head. I couldn´t believe this was Jim, whom I have remembered being so full of life and joy only half a year ago. I wanted to cry like never before. I also felt embarassed by my own cowardly reaction. I wished more than anything in my life to hug him and say I loved him. I wanted to wish him a happy Christmas. But I was scared of my own tears, which would not help him in his situation.

I wrote him a message on the phone, but he didn´t respond. And then I got the terrible news. Jim died and somehow I also missed his funeral. I took a first taxi and went at least to his months Mass and visited his grave, bringing him daffodils and little white lantern with candle. It was so hard for me. His relatives stood above his grave. I said my prayers in a minute of silence. The air didn´t move and the moon was full in the night sky. It was dark and cold all around but I didn´t care.

I wanted to see him laugh and mess around like he used to. It was as if another star had disappeared and fell to the earth. If only life could last forever.”

2006-2010

Credits to Seraphiel’s blog. Please don’t repost without credits.

[thefuturemysteryskulls]

If Arthur was a single dad, would he ever find someone else after enough time had passed after D's death? (Which is sad to think about, but interesting to explore). Also, Gil would probably still have plenty of people to look after him in theory, but would he want a new mom? I'm very curious to see where this goes if it is applied. And of course, my noodle is here to support his alternate if he needs it. -mysteryhunterarthur mun

Oh, all interesting questions...and honestly I haven’t thought far enough into the idea. I will say that the only solid idea I had is Gilgamesh would’ve never have meet Mr.D who died probably right as he was born (by probably using his magic to instead protect Gil from harm, which lets face it probably would be Rama cause that dude would) or after he was born (same scenario)...it would be very sudden and especially a shock given Mr.D is immortal and it’s very hard to kill his species.

So, I’d imagine it be a long while if ever Arthur would find someone else and probably be a little shut-off or least a little more guarded...and hell of protective of Gilgamesh in the process, since it’s pretty set in stone Gilgamesh own magic isn’t powerful (which had to do also with Mr.D’s health physically and mentally during his pregnancy;which I explained in more detail in another art piece) and thus his magic can hurt him if he’s not careful/uses a spell that’s too powerful for him. It safe to say Arthur would be a very protective father over his son...which sometimes Gil wishes he wasn’t so overly protective and doesn’t understand it (cause I imagine Arthur wouldn’t talk much about Mr.D for sometime, cause painful memories and such; Gil wouldn’t even know his ‘mom’ was a djinn either).

Vivi, Lewis, Uncle Lance, and such definitely helped Arthur when he needed it...and keep a watchful eye on Gil, making sure he’s okay (not just for his sake but for Arthur’s too). Gil definitely loves his extended family a lot, but again doesn’t like how much they fuse over him (Lewis would probably fuse the most and watches him like a hawk).

As for wanting a new mom...I don’t think he’d mind if his Dad did find someone special again, but also be protective. Cause he knows Arthur rarely talks about ‘mom’ and whatever happened, he doesn’t want his Dad to go through more heartbreak. So, he’s not hostile but he’d definitely be like ‘one wrong move and I will bite BU’ deal.

So...it definitely be fun to explore if I do implement it here or least make it an AU scenario that can played around in X’3

[shadowtsukiyo]

Gajevy Week: Prompt: Grief Tear Me Down to Build Me Up

Gajevy

Rated: M-ish

One-Shot

Tear Me Down to Build Me Up

Inspired by: “Come and Get It” by Krewella

Post Tartarus

“I’ve been thinking…”

“How come I have a feelin' it ain’t about anything good…”

“I'm thinking of… when you were in Phantom Lord.”

The silence was thick and uncomfortable.

“I don't wanna be thinkin' 'bout that, Lev… I hurt ya…”

“I know… but I realized it taught me a lesson. An important one.”

“You may see me struggle, but you will never see me quit…”

Levy read that line over and over. Despite how many times she tried to move her eyes away from it, she always ended up rereading the quote placed under the chapter title.

It described Fairy Tail.

It described her.

A soft sigh left her lips as it got her thinking.

Her family. Her friends. Her home. Her powers. Her present. Her future.

Her past…

Or more specifically her past with Gajeel. The events that shaped her currently.

It made her think of a lot of things about herself.

“Hey Levy!” Jet's voice pulled her from her thoughts as he and Droy slid across from her.

“What's got you so deep in thought?” Droy asked, offering her some of the cookies she had.

Absently she took a cookie and brought it to her lips, but rather than taking a bit her eyes glossed over in thought again.

“Earth to Levy!” Jet laughed, even after a year apart she was still the same, she blinked and gave them a confused look as she took a bite of the cookie. Giving an appreciative nod at the taste to Droy who grinned. “What are you so lost in thought about?”

“A lot of things really.” She hummed taking another bite. “Droy, this cookie is amazing.” Her fingers were in front of her mouth as she spoke, this earned a grin from the plant mage.

“No way, Lev. Cough it up.” Jet stayed firm as he watched the blunette swallow her bite.

“… My parents… Master Makarov… Phantom Lord… How I've changed.”

“Hold on, I must have heard you wrong. I thought you said Phantom Lord for a second.” Jet laughed awkwardly, trying to brush off her comment.

“I did.” Suddenly both men were silent.

“Why?” Jet's voice came out sharper than he intended.

“This quote reminded me of my dad… something he used to say when I was little… and something Master once said was very much like my dad's advice…”

“Daddy, I can't get it!” The tiny blunette, maybe five was huffing with a scowl. “How can I be an amazing mage like you if this keeps hap…happening!”

Her father was teaching her Solid Script magic, the basics at least. She was learning to do very simple nature scripts like “Air,” “Water,” “Stone,” “Fire,”  and a defense script, “Hole" they were her first lessons.

Except Fire kept blowing up in her face. Her mother had just finished cutting the poor girl’s hair after she charred the ends.

“Once more, Levania. I know you can do it.”

This earned him puffed out cheeks and pout, but she did as she was told.

“Solid Scipt: F-I-R-E—eek!” She was once again thrown back, her small body against the ground as she sniffled. Soon she was loudly crying.

“Come now, none of that my blue bird.” Her father said, pulling her to her feet before he took a cloth to clean off her face.

“I can’t do it!”

“Yes, you can.” He held her firm. “What defines us is how we rise after we fall, Levania. Rise. Each and every time you fall, get back up. Understood?”

Levy looked at her dad with watery eyes. “I... I think so…”

It took a month, but she finally got the spell down while she was at Fairy Tail.

Her parents had died during an illegal Guild War… leaving Levy orphaned and sent to Fairy Tail three weeks prior to her getting the spell down.

Levy had just joined the guild. She was quiet.

It was very odd to Cana, and caused Gray to be extremely protective of her.

It caused Laxus to baby her.

She didn’t utter a word as she sat at a table, holding onto a large book of Fairy Tales that she received from her mother. Inside the cover had been her father’s encouraging words to her during that lesson had been written down… she couldn't even bare to look at it.

Last time she looked at it, she burst into tears, causing Gray and the adults to panic. She never spoke and suddenly she was crying.

“It is okay to cry.” Makarov's voice was soft as he stood behind Levy. “It is also okay to read that message.” His hand was on Levy's shoulder.

She physically wavered.

“Did you know I never met my mother? She died when I was born.” Makarov's words were gentle.

“My father didn’t tell me until I was thirteen… and it was crippling…er… I felt much like you do now.” He corrected himself at a confused look from the girl.

He had her attention. Good.

“He grabbed my shoulders and looked at me. 'Makarov, stop! Your mom wouldn’t want this! She never wanted you to be sad like this! Don't let it break you! No matter how hard it gets, life goes on!'"

He looked down at the girl, “I'm going to tell you the same thing. Don't let it break you, Levania. No matter how hard it gets, life goes in. It will always go on… don't fall behind.”

A loud sniffle made him weakly smile as soon Levy dropped the book and was loudly sobbing into his embrace. “I miss them!”

Everyone in the guild turned to the two.

“I know… I know you do. And that's okay. It's okay to miss them, but I promise you they’re watching over you and Fairy Tail is your family.”

Honey eyes peeked up, red from crying. “Really?”

“Yes, my dear… now go on… you have some people who’ve been very worried.”

He motioned to Gray and Cana.

Shyly, Levy went over to them, rubbing at her eyes to get the redness and puffiness to calm down, her tears having thankfully dried up mostly. “I… I'm…”

“It’s okay! We’re just glad you're okay! I'm Cana, this is Gray.”

“I'm… I'm Levy.”

Makarov smile as suddenly Cana pulled the younger girl into a tight embrace, soon both girls were laughing as Gray lost his clothing once more.

His eyes turned to the book and he grabbed a note card from the bar, writing what he told her before he slipped it into the book and put it by the three children.

It was the next day that Levy came up to him with a pen, “Please… right here… next to Daddy's…” She pointed at the open area on the inside of the cover.

That book was tucked away in her personal library in the home she shared with Lily and Gajeel.

She knew she was getting odd looks from the two men.

“I'm not angry at him, and you both know I forgave him a long time ago… it just made me realize something…”

“Levy… look, we love you. You're our best friend… but we never… never. Want to relive that day.” Jet's voice deepened. Droy glared at his friend for speaking to Levy like that.

Levy just tilted her head, “Then don't. You both are my friends. But you asked what I was thinking about, then asked me to clarify. If you didn’t want to know the answer, you shouldn’t have asked me why I was thinking of Phantom Lord.”

Levy had grown up, she wasn’t afraid to look anyone in the face and in her own way, tell them off.

She was done mourning her past. Her grief for the girl that she used to be… it was long gone.

It seemed Jet still needed time, and that was okay.

The ginger scowled before storming off. “I'm glad you made progress Levy…” Droy smiled. He had finally moved past the incident while they were all separated. “I… I think you should explain your revelation to Gajeel… he might need this understanding the most.”

Droy was so level-headed since she came back from Tenrou. The blunette happily got up and kissed his cheek. “Thanks, Droy… I will.”

Levy left the Guild to go find Gajeel. Usually he’d be training about this time.

She and Gajeel had been a couple for only a few weeks, the two of them were taking it very slow. Neither Gajeel nor herself had ever wanted a relationship this bad and at times it left them both fearful to make a move.

When she got to the clearing, she smiled. Gajeel and Lily were sparring, the Dragon Slayer was dripping with sweat as the two males focused on hand to hand combat, but judging by Lily’s sword carefully tucked away, they had practiced with magic and weapons as well.

“Oi, Lil’ time to take a break.” Gajeel called to the battle form Exceed when he noticed his girlfriend.

Lily just smirked and threw a towel at the Dragon Slayer before moving to grab his things. “I’ll see you at home, Gajeel. It was nice to see you Levy!” The Exceed waved at the blunette who waved back.

“You too, Lily!” Levy smiled before moving to smile at Gajeel.

“Ya okay, Shorty? I didn’t expect ya. I’m not upset or ‘nything, but ya don’t usually surprise me like this.” Gajeel was a little thrown.

“I want to talk about something. And… you won’t exactly like the topic.” Levy’s voice was soft, earning a look from Gajeel.

“Alright. Let’s sit in the shade.” He sighed, moving to take her hand. After several minutes, they were sitting side by side.

“I’ve been thinking a lot lately. Mainly about the past… mostly before I met you, but a lot of the things I learned then….” She spoke after a bit of silence.

He said nothing, just listened.

“I’ve been thinking…” She started to say.

“How come I have a feelin' it ain’t about anything good…” He couldn’t help but mutter, hearing her start.

“I'm thinking of… when you were in Phantom Lord.” She finished, her eyes looking towards him, and she watched him swallow hard.

The silence was thick and uncomfortable.

“I don't wanna be thinkin' 'bout that, Lev… I hurt ya…” His voice shook, his hands trembling. The man stiffened when she placed her hand on his. Crimson eyes looking to the blunette.

“I know… but I realized it taught me a lesson. An important one…” She whispered.

Silence descended upon them both again.

“You did hurt me.” He flinched at the words. “But… you made me bigger… you made me stronger.” She moved to carefully move onto his lap, her arms wrapping around him. “You made me learn a very important lesson.”

Gajeel didn’t know what to say, all he could see were the memories of her… up in that tree. When they fought the demons, and nearly died, he never got the chance to truly apologize.

“I…”

“Shh…” Levy gently pressed her finger to his lips, offering a soft smile. “I know… I already know you’re sorry for everything that happened… that you regret it.” She gently kissed his lips, and while she wanted to react to the tears that she saw in his eyes, but she couldn’t not yet.

“You made me realize many things back then. That… while I love Fairy Tail, I can’t always lean on them… that I needed to grow myself… Sometimes you have to get knocked down lower than you have ever been, to stand up taller than you ever were….” She said lightly.

“You did knock me down.” She cupped his cheeks, meeting his gaze. “But you… you built me back up. You made me big and made me realize how big I could be.”

“Even… even so. I can never…” Gajeel was struggling with words. Tears were in his eyes, anger at himself… at his actions. Hating himself.

“Maybe not… but I can. I can forgive you… and I love you.” She pressed her forehead to his. “I stopped grieving my past self, Gajeel. Stop grieving for your missed chances and the mistakes you’ve made.”

Gajeel’s arms wrapped around her, tightly squeezing her to his chest. “Let me… let me grieve her a bit longer, Levy… Let me grieve the you I put fear into a bit longer…” He whispered and held her close. “Without her… I would have stayed a bad guy…”

Levy just held him tighter, “I forgive you, Gajeel… and I’ll be here when you’re ready to forgive yourself.”

Gajeel nodded, his arms tight around him as he held her close.

It may have brought up bad memories, but it did something for him… it allowed him to work past it… he would be allowed to grieve… but Levy had moved past her grief…

She’d help him grieve, help him move past it, just as he helped make her big.

“I love you, Gajeel… I’m sorry I put you through this.”

A weak laugh escaped the man as he buried his face in her neck, tears still not falling.

“No Levy… this helps me. You have no idea how much this helps me, Lev.”

He would move past his grief. Just not yet.

[surveystodestressme]

1.

Are you a mean drunk?:

i'm the exact opposite acutally

Do you listen to a lot of mainstream music?:

sometimes

Do you think you’re pretty?:

yeah

Have you ever been in a long distance relationship?:

nope

Do you go clubbing?:

no, i've only ever been to a bar but that's it

Have you ever actually read?:

yeah

Are you a hopeless romantic?:

i don't know what even makes someone a hopeless romantic

When do you have to wake up tomorrow?:

around 7:30

Do you think Ludacris is ugly?:

he's alright i guess.

Do you fit any stereotype?:

i don't think so

Do you associate songs with memories?:

sometimes

What’s the weather like where you live?:

it's been really fucking hot recently like above 90 degrees and it's ridiculous

What’s your opinion of Lady Gaga?:

i'm not a huge fan of her as an artist, but i like her as a person

Do you appreciate raunchy humor?:

haha i think it's funny

Do you ever listen to Lily Allen?:

i don't even think i know who that is, to be honest

Have you ever been racist?:

nope

Have you ever added someone you don’t know on Facebook?:

when i first got a facebook, i did it a lot. but i don't anymore

Do you make playlists?:

i used to but i don't have any at the moment

What’s your worst feature?:

i don't know

Have you ever kept a diary?:

several

Do you actually use your calendar?:

not really, but my mom keeps one in the kitchen

Do you have dirty pictures in your phone?:

i take some of myself a lot but i don't keep a lot of them in my phone

Have you ever looked up porn on the internet?:

when i'm horny, yeah

Are you an angry person?:

i used to have really bad anger issues. sometimes it gets the best of me but i try to control it the best that i can

Are you close with your family?:

for the most part

What kind of music do you listen to when you’re sad?:

sad stuff? lol

Do you like hippie jewlery?:

i don;t know what constitutes as hippie jewelry. like hemp and shit? i used to have tons of hemp necklaces because my best friend at the time made them but i don't have any now

Have you ever used the word “groovy”?:

sometimes

What are your grades like?:

they're pretty good actually. i'm proud of myself for how i'm doing in college

Have you ever watched the original british skins?:

yep!! i loved it. i binge watched all the seasons

Do you like oreos?:

yep!

Have you ever had a sex dream about someone you barely know?:

several times, actually

Were you a cute baby?:

yeah, i was pretty fat lol

Do you ever listen to angry girl music?: What is it?

i don't even know what angry girl music would be

Would you ever shoot someone right in the face?:

only if i had to

Have you ever sold drugs?:

nope

What color are your headphones?:

my headphones just recently broke but they were white

What are you like first thing in the morning?:

really grouchy lol

Do you get crazy sex hair?:

usually yes

Do you download your music illegally?:

guilty

Have you ever crashed a wedding?:

nope

Were you a blink 182 fan back in the day?:

i only know like 2 songs of theirs

Were you ugly in middle school?:

i wasn't the best looking

Have you ever been to Boulder Colorado?:

nope

Do you rage against conformity?:

nah

Have you ever yelled at a self check out machine?:

lol probably

Have you ever been shot?:

nope

Is everything going to be okay?:

i think so

Are you stoned right now?:

nah

Do you listen to Sublime?:

never have, actually.

Has someone ever understood you more than your understood yourself?:

i'm sure

Are you on good terms with your parents?:

yep

Have you ever written a letter to Santa just for kicks?:

i did all the time when i was younger

Do some people have way too much time on their hands?:

i'm sure

Do you ever drink 5 hour energy shots?:

i think i've only ever had one. i used to have a red bull every single day

Does country music ever make you cry?:

nope

Have you ever had a moment so wonderful it felt like magic?:

sure

Have you ever snorted pixie sticks?:

i've thought about it but never actually did it

Are you okay on your own?:

i'd prefer not to be on my own but i think i'd be okay if i had to be on my own

Does your face twitch when you’re about to cry?:

my lip quivers, i think

If heaven and hell are real, which one are you going to?:

probably hell

Have you ever had a premonition?:

nah

Did you ever try cutting yourself?:

i had a pretty tough past

Do empty streets creep you out?:

at night they do

Have you ever seen your dad cry?:

when we had to put down our dog, and during christmas that same year when we got him a framed picture of her

What’s the last concert you went to?:

i think it was five finger death punch

Have you ever gotten sick of talking about yourself?:

nah

Could you ever be a therapist?:

i don't think so. i can't even take my own advice

Have you ever made yourself throw up?:

nope

Do you know someone who looks like one of the beach boys?:

nah

Are your nails currently painted pink or purple?:

neither

Do you adore mini sticky notes?:

sure

Do you have bad short term memory?

my memory isn't the best

What’s a song that will always give you the chills?:

nicole by hotel books

Have you had any major tragedies in your life?:

honestly when my cat died, it destroyed me. we got her when i was around 3 years old and she had been a part of my life as long as i could remember. it was devastating to lose her.

What do you think of open casket funerals?:

i honestly think it's kind of weird. i want to remember someone in life not in death

Are you bad at spelling?:

no.

Have you ever had a pet rat?:

no but i want one sooo badly

What do you binge on?:

netflix shows and sometimes youtube series

Do you want a cigarette right now?:

nah

Can you shake your ass?:

yeah lol

Do you know someone named Dick?:

i know someone named richard

Do you have a childish sense of humor?:

sometimes

Do you like free samples?:

of course

Are you a coupon fiend?:

i mean i use them if i get them but i don't ever get them

Who would you love to be with right now?:

my boyfriend.

Could you go a year without sex?:

yeah

Are you wearing any rings?:

nope

Are you homophobic?:

nah, my sister is gay

Do spiders make you jump around and squeal like a little girl?:

if they don't bother me, i'm not too worried about them

Are you a sexist pig?:

nah

Have you screamed at anyone in the past week?:

probably

Do you have road rage?:

absolutely

Have you ever made yourself look like a fool for love?:

i don't know

Did you ever see the harry potter movies on opening night?:

only the very last one

Could you ever eat a worm?:

i did when i was a kid

Do you have low self esteem?:

i used to

When you hang out with someone a lot do you start to pick up their habits?:

oh yeah

Have you ever called your mom a bitch?:

not to her face

Do you have a cute laugh?:

my boyfriend thinks i do but i'm not too sure

Do you write on your arms/hands?:

i used to a lot

Do you believe that you can get ink poisoning from that?:

sure

Do you think you’re gonna sleep okay tonight?:

i hope so