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[familyofpaladins]

Gonna give some details on that new au I've mentioned

Its a mha fantasy au inspired by the folk tale "The Boy Who Cried Wolf" and so will be called the "boy who cried wolf au" maybe "bwcw au" if I want to shorten it

Basic gist is:

Izuku is a young orphan boy charged with watching over the sheep/other animals for the village, but it's out in the distant hills near the forest

Out in the fields there is a bell he can ring if theres a wolf attack or some other kind of trouble. That way the villagers can come deal with the problem

One day a wolf does show up, and poor little izuku rings the bell like crazy, but that only draws the attention to himself

But before any of the villagers can get there something else shoots out of the trees and scares off the wolf

Enter feral child barbarian bakugo >:3

Izuku, poor thing, is just 0_0!?!?! Because he's heard tales of the barbarians but has never seen/met one before (and they havent necessarily been Nice tales)

Rest of town starts to show up, and young bakugo runs back into the trees not even leaving a trace of him or a wolf being there

The villagers are all like "!??! What's wrong why'd you ring the bell???"

Izuku tries to explain that there was a wolf, and the adults look around and see jo wolf and then ask why he's lying

"I I-I I'm not lying!! There there was a w-wolf and and and then-"

"Look, kid. You cant just call us out here just so you can get some attention. Now only ring that bell if there's danger."

And then the adults leave, believing that there was no wolf at all, and just think that izuku got bored and then lied to not get in trouble

The adults dont really care much about izuku unfortunately. That's why they leave him to watch the animals by himself

After the adults leave, izuku tries to find the mysterious boy, but he seems to have disappeared into the forest and izuku still needs to stay and keep watch

Anyway. Then over the next few days the wolf returns and is usually chased away by bakugo

The adults never believe him

Izuku tried to tell them about the little barbarian boy. That was when the adults were SURE that izuku was lying, because where one barbarian is, the rest are sure to be close, and they'd know if barbarians where nearby. So izuku stops even trying to tell them about the other boy, but still tells them about the wolf!!

After the third or forth wolf incident, bakugo comes back out of the woods after the adults have left

They sorta make friends

Eventually the wolf attacks again, much more ferociously this time, and both boys have to fight, but they got the wolf!

They ring the bell for help, but no one comes (they actually didnt show up the last couple of times either)

Eventually the adults send someone put to check on the boy, and find their animals scattered and blood on the ground and no izuku anyway

The village then tells the tale of the boy who cried wolf, and that if izuku hadnt lied several times, they would have come when their was actual trouble, and the poor boy wouldnt have been devoured by wolves

But in actuality izuku left with bakugo :)

Anyway that's the first part of this au :3

[beautifultrash-101]

for the robin request maybe like a heartfelt confession? I’d like a little bit of angst 👀 tysm!

Crush

Pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!reader

Summary: Robin and you are friends and you go to scoops ahoy to say goodbye before your vacation trip when you come back and great her at the video shop things have changed except for her feelings for you

Warnings: angst? - Words: 2956

Robin P.o.V

The sight that comes infront of me makes a smile form on my face instantly, making me feel like an idiot too. Y/n enters with all eyes turning to her, she just radiates a good vibe. She walks over to me I’m all her eyes focus on “hey Buckley” I groan dramatically “I can’t believe the last thing you’ll see me in is my ahoy outfit” she laughs straighting my blue vest “I don’t know what you mean it’s such a sexy look” sending me a wink after that, I laugh though it’s more breathy then it should be, she really makes me lose my breath. Steve throws the door open “Robin look at this” he looks between Y/n and I who now lets go of the vest. He lets out a whistle “no way, Y/n Y/l/n?” She smiles at him “Steve the hair Harrington, how’s life treating you after school?” He looks down at his uniform “I work in an ice cream shop with this one” he ends his sentence with pointing at me, Y/n laughs at his attempt of a joke “I can think of way worse things” she looks to me giving me a grin bumping my shoulder with her fist “don’t you dare have to much fun without me while I’m gone” I roll my eyes pointing out “I think I should be the one saying that” she tilts her head with a big grin “you’re probably right about that, but when I get back we’ll do a lot of catching up” I agree to which she claps her hands. She gives me a tight hug bidding her goodbye before leaving, which was probably for the best because my heart is beating crazy and my cheeks already turned a light rose. Steve quickly begs me “I need her number Robin” I look to him with shock “no way, you traumatise any female that converses with you” he pouts to which I proudly smile walking into the break room to see Dustin still working with the Russian dictionary. I put my hands into my pants feeling a piece of paper in it, taking it out I open it “already missing you :(“ it’s in Y/n’s hand writing, folding it up again I put it securely in my pocket smiling to myself.

So much time has passed since everything went down. Steve and I have become closer then I ever expected us to be, even working together again after the mall burnt down and everything else. All I want is for school to start again so I at least have that distraction. I wouldn’t say I’m totally scarred from what happened but I’d be lying if I said there weren’t nights where Id lay awake thinking back to what went down. I hear the bell of the door ring, my head shots up happy to finally have a customer. When I see who it is my jaw drops “Y/n!” she gives me a wide smile rushing over to me to give me a hug “Buckley! What has been up? I’ve missed you, I would have visited you at your old job, but the whole mall burnt down?” I put my hand behind my neck “yeah that’s a long story” Y/n takes my hand exited, but all I’m feeling is nervousness “well I think a long story is perfect, since I wanted to invite you to my house anyways, my parents are away two days longer so we’d have the place to us, what do you say?” I know she doesn’t have the intensions I wish she would have when mentioning her absent parents, but I can’t help but imagine, I hoped my feelings for her would have toned down after she left for a while but they seemed to actually have gotten worse since I didn’t see her almost every day. She waves her hand infront of me “hello earth to Robin, you okay?” quickly snapping out of my thoughts I explain “sorry I was just thinking of something, but of course a night with you sounds great” she was about to say something when the back door opens “I’m back!” Steve calls out not expecting someone to be in the store “oh hey Y/n” he tries to casually let out while going threw his hair “how are things going?” Y/n gives him a sweet smile “hey there Steve, things are going good thanks” he slides behind the counter next to me giving her a charming grin “meet anyone interesting on your trip?” I try not to show how much that question interested me by sorting the pens in the jar Y/n chuckles “nope, just had fun with the family, why are you interested?” she raises her eyebrow with a teasing grin. I look between the two of them Steve looks almost frozen “maybe I am” he tries to let out smoothly, Y/n chuckles patting his arm “you wouldn’t be able to handle me” he stuttered out “I w-wouldn’t say that” she laughs turning to me with a smile “I’ll see you tonight?” “tonight” I confirm my hands gripping a pen a bit to hard. She waves at us both before exiting the store.

I turn to Steve “you need to stop” he looks to me with a frown “why? She’s attractive, I’m attractive, that’s a win win situation” I frown at his words trying to say something that would make sense to why I wouldn’t want them to date “if you did date and it wouldn’t work out I’d have to choose sides that would be to hard” Steve lets out a quick laugh “please if she were dating me, I’d do anything for it work out” I cross my arms leaning against the counter “you’ve said that about like three girls this week” he goes quiet, but then gets a goofy smile “but it’s different this time” I’m about to correct him when I get an idea. If Steve goes out with Y/n maybe seeing her taken will make my feelings go away. I get a piece of paper writing her number down “here take it” I say rolling my eyes while he grabs it exited. He quickly goes to the next phone “you think she’s home yet?” “I don’t know, try your luck” he dials the number waiting for someone to pick up after a few rings she does pick up. Quickly I move to Steve so I could listen in “hello?” a voice questions a little out of breath, she probably ran to the phone. Steve now answers her after nervously going threw his hair “hey Steve here from the video shop” her sweet giggle fills my ears making me smile “I know who you are Steve, how did you get my number?” he looks to me with a smirk whispering “she knows who I am” I look at him with a deadpan face when the phone call continues “Robin actually gave it to me, because she thinks it would be a good idea for you and I to hang out, you know since you’re her friend I’m her friend” I hit his arm “I didn’t say that” I mutter to him to which he waves me off. There’s silence on the line as if she had hung up “like on a date?” She now quizzes, making my heart stop, she doesn’t sound that disgusted by the idea. Steve tries to play it cool “yeah we can call it that” “if you don’t want it to be a date-“ “no, yes I want it to be a date” he now chirps out quickly, she giggles once again in respons. Y/n now suggests to him “how about I pick you up after your shift, I’m guessing it ends the same as Robins so six p.m, we can grab some food and then after I can meet up with Robin since she has to eat at home anyways” she was going to go on a date with someone else right before I go to hers to be alone with her, that hurts more then it should. Steve grins widely “sounds like a plan, till then” Y/n laughs one last time “till then” hanging up. Steve puts the phone away doing a little victory dance to which I can’t help but laugh a bit. Steve runs to his bag looking threw it only to pull out a comb and some hair spray “got to get ready for six p.m” he points out with a small smirk playing on his lips.

Six p.m came faster then I wanted it to. As the time went by the more I regretted what I did. If this ends up actually going good, I’ll completely have messed up my chances with Y/n, not that there were any there anyways. The door opens and in walks Y/n with her high rise denim shorts, a short turtle neck top and her denim Jean jacket, a jacket I’ve bored a couple million times, a jacket she loved to wear for special occasions, which always confused me why she’d wear it so often, yet her reason would always be “any day spent with you is a special occasion” it makes my heart flutter anytime, but break with the fact that she’s wearing it for Steve now. She comes over to me with a suspicious look “so what’s the deal Buckely? Setting me up with Steve” I try to act like I actually wanted this “don’t know, what can go wrong with two of my friends dating?” She raises her eyebrow as if I just asked the most unlogical thing “literally so many things” before we could continue the conversation Steve appears “hey Y/n, you look very- very- pretty” she smiles at him “why thank you Steve, you look the same as you did before” he laughs a bit to hard at what she said his nervs not hidden at all. I interrupt the awkward moment “we’ll time to go” Y/n looks to me for a moment “yeah you’re right” for a moment she looks like she’s thinking over something, but it’s gone as soon as it came “Steve let’s get some food” he wraps his arm around her shoulder “no need to tell me twice” leading her to the exit. Y/n looks back at me over her shoulder giving a small wave “bye Buckley, see you later” I silently wave, painfully wishing that that was me leading her out the store to a date.

****

Waiting outside of my house, Y/n’s familiar car turns up and she halts right infront of me slowly letting the window roll down “what’s a girl like me gotta' pay for a good time with a girl like you?” she pushes the car door open for me letting me step inside. I turn to her with a mischievous grin “for you, maybe I’ll let a discount slide” she dramatically puts her hand over her heart swooning “oh to be so lucky” we laugh while she starts driving. While on the route to her house I shyly question “so, how was the date with Steve?” Y/n turns silent for some time, and I worry that maybe something bad happened. But Steve he’s a good guy. Y/n taps on the wheel taking a quick glance at me before setting her eyes back on the road “it was okay, Steve is a sweet guy” she stops at that so I ask “but?” she pulls into the drive way now turning fully to me “there’s someone else I actually like” I feel my body sinking, losing my words all together. With Steve I would have at least known who she was with, I would have at least seen her often even if it was with him. My door opens making my head turn to it where Y/n is standing “you coming?” “yeah, sorry” I get out hearing the door close after. She puts her hand on my shoulder “all good?” “all good” I smile at her which probably looks forced. Y/n walks with me to the door “as much as I loved vacation I’m glad to be back” I chuckle a little “how can you be glad to be back in this hellhole?” she unlocks the door “well you’re here aren’t you?” she steps in, but I’m frozen in my spot. This is going to be a long night.

****

We decided to make a pizza now sitting in the kitchen waiting for it to be ready. Y/n’s sitting on the counter telling me about what she did while she was gone. She ends with a shrug “so nothing special, but it was great nothing less” I quickly take my chance “is that where you met you’re little crush?” she looks down with a small smile “no, you actually know them, and trust me it’s not just a little crush” my eyes grow wide at that “wow, do I know him?” she looks at me “pretty well yeah” I look away to the pizza “well I hope it works out” I lie feeling my chest tighten. She hops of walking to the fridge “yeah, but I don’t think it will” “how could it not? You’re a whole catch” she turns to me with a wide smile “you think so?” “I know so.”

The pizza finishes and while we’re eating we stay quiet a shift of the air between us. She knows that I’m acting weird. We keep looking up at each other until she breaks the silence “now tell me, what was the real reason you wanted to get me together with Steve?” I wipe at my mouth “I just thought you’d enjoy each others company” “so there’s nothing between the two of you?” I shake my head rapidly “no, definitely no” she chuckles at my reply “so there’s no one out there for you?” I meet her curious eyes knowing I should tell her half the truth “maybe I’m interested in someone” she gives me a exited smile “do tell, you barely ever like someone” it’s true since Tammy it’s always been Y/n. I try to change the topic “this pizza is really good” Y/n notices that I don’t feel like talking about it so she doesn’t push “yeah I picked it up after the date” “did you tell Steve you don’t see it going anywhere?” she nods “yeah but he took it well, we still had a great time though, he actually told me he had a crush on you” “yeah poor guy can’t catch a break” she chuckles at my words bringing the plates away. She turns to me with a big smile “movies?” I agree so we move to the living room. She sits down on the couch patting the spot next to her. I sit down suprised when she lays her head on my shoulder yawning “I’m so tired, if I fall asleep just wake me” I nod, my breath stuck in my throat.

****

Time has passed and I’ve noticed Y/n being really affectionate, which she always is, but tonight it’s different, and I can’t help but feel irritated. Y/n starts playing with my hands making me lose my mind “I need a second” I quickly say moving away from the couch fast leaving her alone and probably confused.

Stepping outside of the house I take a deep breath moving my hand threw my hair. She’s going to think I’m crazy. Not long after I hear her voice “Buckley where are you going?” “Nowhere” I shortly answer, she simply takes my hand “we’ll come back inside it’s cold and dark outside” I pull my hand away from hers to which a look of hurt washes over her face “what’s the matter Robin?” her usage of my first name makes it clear to me that she’s very worried now. Oh no. I cross my arms trying to defend my behaviour “nothing” she stand infront of me her arms losely crossed over her waist so I blurt out “you, you going on a date with Steve and then telling me about your crush on someone, yet then being all touchy feely with me” Y/n looks taken back by my words “You told me to go on that date, and what does my crush have to do with you?” I put my hands in my hair laughing at how ironic her question is “that’s exactly the point! It doesn’t have anything to do with me and that kills me, because I like you Y/n! I like you a lot” the last part I say quieter noticing that we’re still outside and anyone could hear us. Y/n looks frozen in her spot not saying anything. I move past her into the house my breathing heavy trying to find my things.

A hand turns me by my wirst and I’m looking right at Y/n. She questions with an unsure voice “did you mean that?” I swallow so hard it actually feels like there was a lump in my throat, slowly nodding my head never breaking eye contact I don’t move as she takes a step forward to me, the next thing I know I feel her soft hand against my cheek and her lips are pressed to mine. In this moment right now everything washed away, it’s like all the bad things from the passed weeks, even the knowlege of having to explain this to Steve is forgotten in this moment. All because of one simple kiss. All because maybe I’ve always been the girl for her.

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[junhaoshua]

say my name like it’s something sacred

summary:  everyone is born with black words written on their wrist, the first words their soulmate would say to them, and the words turn red when you hear them. you’ve heard your words a dozen times, but they only turn red after you knock into a boy then run away. how are you going to find him again?

genre: fluff, soulmate au

word count: 2,506

A/N: happy birthday to the lovely chey of @soonhoonsol​!!!! she gave me two prompts: Soonyoung and World Toilet Day for her birthday fic. Chey, you’re wonderful and I’m so happy we’re friends, and I hope you like my take on your ideas ~ 

Everyone was born with black words written on their wrist, the first words their soulmate would say to them.

For some people, their words were delightfully straightforward. “Hi, my name’s so-and-so,” their soulmate’s name disclosed right there.

Some people had phrases that were so out there or so easy to misunderstand. One of your friends had the words “You actually like the devils?” on her wrist. She’d spent her teenage years hanging around screenings of soccer matches, only to hear those words from the older brother of kids she was babysitting.

And then there were phrases like yours. “Hey, it’s fine - are you okay?” Generic words, the type that you might hear a thousand times in your lifetime.

When you were younger, you’d checked your wrist every time you heard those words, hoping that this was your soulmate. The one who would make the black letters turn as red as the string of fate that tied you together. The one whose mark would appear below the words immediately after.

But it never came. The black writing still adorned your otherwise bare wrist.

---

“Alright, let’s have a ten-minute break before you start your groupwork,” your Visual Communications professor announces, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

Your two friends in the class, Mingyu and Minghao, roll their tables over to join you in the corner. “Finally, I feel like my brain’s going to short-circuit,” Gyu groans, tipping his chair to stretch out his long, long body and nearly overbalancing.

Hao grabs his hand before he can fall, glancing at you with a dramatic roll of his eyes. “Mingyu,” he says, and even though there’s exasperation in his voice, he still says his name like it’s something sacred. It’s utterly romantic.

“Sorry, Haohao,” the older boy says with a grin.

You laugh at their couple-ness. “I’m going to stretch my legs, watch my stuff?”

“See you!”

You grab your water bottle and head out of the freezing room, appreciating the warmth of the outdoors. The water cooler’s at the end of the corridor, which will give you some time to bask in the sun.

As you approach the water cooler, bright yellow tape catches your eye. OUT OF ORDER, a handwritten sign says. Ugh. This is going to take a while.

Second floor cooler broken, you text your best friend Hansol as you head towards the stairs. His class is just a few doors away from yours, and you don’t want him to make a wasted trip.

He replies instantly. They said water supply in this wing has been cut for now? Burst pipe downstairs. Prof just announced.

You send him a frowning emoji and a sigh, before pocketing your phone and picking up the pace. 

It’s quite a walk from the east wing to the central block, and you let out a sigh of relief as a working water cooler finally comes into sight, taking a long drink of cold water before filling up your bottle. 

If you hurry, maybe you can make it back in time. So you turn to go, trying to screw the lid back on as you go -

- forgetting that the water cooler is right outside the toilet, which means that you only see the boy exiting the washroom when you run right into him.

Your open water bottle splashes on him, drenching his white t-shirt, and you fall on your butt. Hard. “Sorry! I’m so sorry!” you exclaim in mortification.

“Hey, it’s fine - are you okay?” he asks, reaching down to help you up, and for a moment his soaked t-shirt is in front of your eyes. Partially hidden by his black-and-orange jacket, but still, that’s a fine chest.

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you grab your water bottle, averting your eyes. “I’m fine - I’m sorry!” you squeak, not daring to look the dark-haired boy in the eye.

Before he can say anything else, you turn tail and run back to your class.

You’re panting by the time you slip into your seat across Gyu and Hao. “Sorry for keeping you guys waiting.”

“It’s okay,” Minghao murmurs distractedly, tapping away at his phone. Gyu hums, and you notice he’s frantically texting too.

You turn your laptop on and pull up the files while waiting for them to finish. This isn’t really like them. Something must have happened.

Finally Gyu puts down his phone. “Sorry about that, one of our friends - oh my god you’ve met your soulmate!” he screeches, making most of the class turn to look in your direction.

“Keep your voice down,” Minghao chides him with a smack to the back of the head.

You slowly look down at where the long sleeve of your sweater has slipped down. The words are red. Red. And there’s a cartoony little sketch of an animal head on your wrist - the stripes suggest tiger, but the chubby cheeks and little ears look like a hamster.

“Where did you go? When did you meet him? Why didn’t you say anything?” Mingyu peppers you with questions in an excited whisper.

“I didn’t realise it,” you hiss back, as what just happened slowly hits you. “God - I ran into him, right outside the toilet - my soulmate’s gonna think I’m a huge klutz -”

“Outside the toilet?” Gyu parrots, his eyes wide. “That sounds like -”

Minghao slaps a hand over Gyu’s mouth. “Like you were really fated to meet, even at such an - interesting location. And he’s your soulmate. I’m sure he’s overjoyed to meet you at last.”

“But I didn’t even get a good look at his face,” you groan, covering your face with your hands. “He was kinda lean - black hair, striped jacket - but that could be anyone, how on earth am I going to find him - go to the Soulmate Registry saying oh hey can you ask if anyone bumped into a girl outside a toilet and got water splashed on them? Yeah, that’s my soulmate -”

Gyu looks like he wants to screech again, but Hao shoots him a glare. “If fate brought you to meet each other the first time, fate’ll make sure you meet again,” the boy says, giving you a gentle pat on the hand. “I met Gyu on his last day working at the bubble tea shop, and I thought I’d never find him once school started, but we ended up being introduced by our friends.”

You bury your face in your hands. “Can we get to work now?”

Thankfully, they drop the subject, and the rest of the time is spent working on your project.

“Gyu, you were supposed to ask her something,” Hao reminds him, as class ends and you all start packing up to go.

Mingyu snaps his fingers. “Right, I nearly forgot. You know the showcase that’s coming up?”

You nod. It’s part of being a college specialising in the arts. Every semester, they hold a huge event for the students to showcase their talent - art, fashion, photography, music, dance, et cetera. “You’re going for it?”

“A group of us are, actually. The rap crew, Hao’s dance crew, and Woozi’s vocal group - you know him, right?” 

Minghao facepalms at the question, and you let out a giggle. “You mean Hansol’s soulmate?” As if it was possible to forget the person your best friend was destined to spend his life with. The short, fiery older boy was a perfect counter to Hansol’s easygoing attitude.

Gyu lets out a bark of laughter as you head out the door together. “God, my brain isn’t working today. We’re going to audition for the showcase together, as one big group. And we were thinking that our application would look a lot cooler if we had a nice video - kinda like a trailer, something to show us off, three talented groups -” Hao coughs at the casual boast “-coming together.”

You nod slowly. “It’ll be a lot more interesting than taping your performance.”

“Great!” Gyu claps his hands. “So Hansol recommended you to the group as the best person for the job, and we’d love if you could help us make it!”

“What?” you yelp in shock. “I’m not that fantastic - Why can’t you or Hao do it?”

Minghao shrugs. “I’ve seen your work, you’re pretty good. And we can’t exactly film ourselves while performing, not if we want nice angles and closeups. You’d be a great help.” 

Warmth blossoms in your chest at the compliment, but you still have reservations. “But - I don’t know your theme, your concept -”

Gyu waves a hand. “That’s no issue, you can come down and watch us practice and help to think of a concept. Please?”

It’s impossible to refuse those huge puppy eyes. You let out a sigh. “I’ll come watch, and think it over, and decide whether or not I feel up to the job after that, alright?”

“Yes!” Gyu shrieks, making everyone look over at you again. “I mean - yes, that’s fantastic, we’re going to have a practice later and you can meet -”

“The rest of the group,” Minghao cuts in. “We’ll let them know you’re coming, it’s right after your last class with Hansol.”

---

After class, you pull Hansol aside. “Okay, spill.”

Your best friend blinks at you with wide eyes. “About what?”

“Gyu was practically bouncing when I agreed to watch you guys practice, and you’ve been shooting me looks throughout class. You’re up to something.”

He flushes. “It’s just… we haven’t let anyone else in to see us perform before.”

You eye Hansol. Part of growing up together is knowing exactly when the other person is hiding something. And everything about his too-wide smile is screaming I have a secret. He’s always been an atrocious liar. “Are all the others okay with it?”

“Yeah! Yeah, they are.”

You hum. “Is there anything else I should know?”

“It’s - no, not right now.”

You eye him for a moment longer, but he looks at you with the same fixed smile. Never mind.

“So… I hear you met your soulmate,” he says after a few moments of silence.

“I should’ve known those two wouldn’t keep it a secret.”

He grins. “It’s going to make a great story to tell people, you know. How many people can say they literally fell for their soulmate?”

“Outside a toilet,” you say, flushing at the memory. “And aren’t you getting a little ahead when I don’t even know his name?”

“Yeah, so all you need is to know his name,” Hansol says, shrugging. “You’re soulmates, the rest will sort itself out.”

“What if I’m not what he wants from a soulmate? What if he’s not what I want?”

Hansol glances over at you. “What do you want?”

You sigh, thinking back to your childhood imaginings, to what you’ve always imagined your perfect other half would be like. “Funny. Bright - I don’t mean like smart, though that’s nice, I mean his energy? Loud and enthusiastic, but someone who’s okay with just sitting back and being chill too, or it would be tiring trying to keep up with him. And he’s got to be kind, and wholesome, and gentle - someone comforting, someone good...”

Hansol’s grin has been slowly growing as you talk. “I’m sure he’s going to be all of that. He’s your soulmate, he’s going to be perfect for you. And you’ll be perfect for him.”

“But -”

“No buts, I know my soulmate, you don’t, I’m the expert here.”

...he’s got a point there, not that you want to admit it. So you change the subject to something useful. “Tell me more about the performance?”

By now, you’ve reached the door of the studio, and he pushes it open with a grin. “Why don’t you see it for yourself?”

“Hansol got you to come along!” Seokmin cheers as you come in, leaping up.

You laugh and give him a hug. “Just to watch. I haven’t promised anything yet.”

“You will,” Jeonghan says knowingly as you settle down on the floor, offering you a bag of snacks. “You won’t be able to trust anyone else to make a video that captures our magnificence adequately.”

You burst out laughing, but it’s true. You know all the people in this room, and you can already imagine how to show them off. Seokmin had been your friend since middle school, and you’d been there when he met his soulmate in the new transfer student, Seungkwan. The four of you had been inseparable since. And you’d known everyone in the rap crew since high school. The leader, Seungcheol, was one of the lucky few blessed with two soulmates, who just so happened to be the last two members of Jihoon’s vocal group - Jeonghan and Jisoo.

And that’s when it hits you. “What about the dance crew?” Minghao and Jun are conspicuously absent, and you’re fairly sure there are a couple of others you’ve never met before.

“On their way, Hoshi wanted to run the choreo by them one last time before meeting us,” Seungkwan tells you, taking a sip of his iced Americano.

“Hoshi?” you echo. “I don’t think I know him?”

Jeonghan smirks. “Oh, you’ll recognise him when you see him, I’m sure -”

“He’s their leader and choreographer, you must have seen him at last year’s showcase,” Jisoo chimes in.

“I was sick, remember? So I wasn’t there to support you guys.”

Wonwoo gives a little oh. “Well, that explains - but there’s him, and Hao and Jun, and their other choreographer Dino, he’s your age.” His gaze softens when he mentions his soulmate’s name, and you can’t help but hope your soulmate will look like that when he talks about you.

“Hoshi and Dino,” you repeat, the names echoing oddly in your mind. 

“Their real names are Soonyoung and Chan,” Jihoon clarifies. “Those two, one wants to rock the stage like a dinosaur, the other one thinks he’s a tiger -” he stops when Hansol nudges him.

Just at that moment, the door opens.

“Are you sure you can do it?” the one in front asks as he comes in, waving his hands around. “It’s going to look flashy, but if you get injured -” He’s walking backwards, slim and black-haired, wearing a jacket with black and orange stripes.

Your breath catches in your throat.

“I can do it,” Minghao says, exasperation in his tone. “It’ll make a great ending.”

“And you need to watch where you’re going,” Jun says, gently taking the boy by the arms and turning him around, giving you a broad wink over his head as he does so.

The boy stops short the moment he sees you, and when you lay eyes on his face, you know.

“Soonyoung?” you ask, caught between hope and yearning.

“That’s me,” he whispers. “Hi, soulmate.”

You tell him your name and he repeats it, the word falling from his lips like it’s something sacred. “I’ve been searching for you my whole life,” he murmurs, and at that moment, you feel something missing in your heart click into place.

Because you’ve finally found the person who’s perfect for you, and you’re perfect for him, too.

[shirtlesssammy]

8x01: We Need to Talk About Kevin

Then:

P U R G A T O R Y

Now:

100-Mile Wilderness, Maine

1 Year Later

A couple is sleeping peacefully in the forest when a bright light fills the sky, waking the woman.

The couple goes out to investigate when they hear rustling outside. It’s a deer! Close...it’s Dean! He’s looking more like a feral rat than a deer. I would not want to run into someone looking like Dean in the middle of nowhere, that’s for sure. He pulls his gun, asks where the road is, grabs a bag of their stuff, and skedaddles. Yikes. First, for anyone not caught up, let’s all collectively scream what we all thought on our first viewing: Where’s Cas??! Second, who the fuck hikes anywhere, let alone the 100 Mile Wilderness trail with that kind of gear?! Camp chairs? A lantern the size of a dining room chandelier? A tent that’s making Harry Potter quake? Anyway, I lol thinking this is the most unbelievable part of this scene, and not the dude who just got back from Purgatory. 

Clayton, Louisiana

4 Days Later

Cue up Styx “Man in the Wilderness”, and sit back and watch one of my favorite montages. Watching Dean walk down a road never gets old. He walks to a cemetery and digs up a grave. He chants an incantation over some bones, and voilà, he brings back to life a vampire! They embrace.

Wait, what? 

In Kermit, Texas, Sam’s ditching on a woman AND a dog. He drives to Rufus’s cabin in Montana, where a hiding Dean assaults him with all the monster tests. They both pass, and hug. Sam is shocked. “I guess standing too close to exploding dick, sends your ass straight to Purgatory.” Dean explains the situation with the first dick joke of the season. Sam has further questions, and Dean is vague on the details. Sam also wonders about Cas. Dean shuts down a little more and admits, “Yeah, Cas didn’t make it.” 

Sam presses the matter. “Something happened to him down there. Things got pretty hairy towards the end, and he... just let go,” Dean adds. So, he admits that Cas let go here, did he alter his memory after this? In any event, Dean’s really broken about it. 

Sam then admits that he got out of the life, tossed all his phones, etc. “Something happened to me this year, too.” Gah, like a complete breakdown and fugue state, but I will reserve my thoughts for my non-existent essay on the state of Sam’s mind when Dean and Cas were in Purgatory. That sends Dean into an anger spiral. (Natasha: LIMES)

He listens to all of Sam’s phone messages --the increasingly desperate and eventually disillusioned pleas for help from Kevin. 

He was their responsibility, and Sam just ditched him. Uh, because he was in complete mental failure! Sam hears something in the background of the last message and is able to isolate the sound to a bus station. They track him to Michigan, where his girlfriend, Channing, is attending college. 

Once at the motel, Dean sees two boys playing with their toy guns, which sends him into a memory spiral. He’s chasing a vamp in Purgatory and eventually catches him. “Where’s the angel?”

WhEreS tHe aNgEl?

W H E R E ‘ S  T H E  A N G E L?

??

?

(Don’t touch me.)

“You’re him. The human.” 

Like, excuse me? The monsters are all meeting up talking about the human wandering around Purgatory looking for that angel? LIKE PLEASE. No, please STOp. I can’t take it, even after all these years. 

Anyway, Dean keeps demanding to know where that goddamned angel is. The vamp refuses to say so Mr. Dramatic lops his head off set to a very elegant camera angle. 

Another monster attacks but Dean’s too far from his machete. Then ANOTHER monster attacks THAT monster. Spoiler: IT’S BENNY! 

Later, in the motel, Dean suggests moving on, but Sam thinks he should get some rest. Dean goes into another anger spiral --probably because he couldn’t sleep for a year and all Sam did was sleep due to his complete breakdown. Sam trying to ignore that he didn’t have control of his world isn’t helping him with Dean. Sam found “a girl.” Well, actually, she was a fully grown woman, but go on… Listen, I don't like the Amelia stuff as much as the next person, so I have a very elaborate headcanon of Sam’s mental break and the symbolic fantasy world he created while he barely existed at the cabin. 

Anyway, Sam asks Dean what Purgatory was like. “It was bloody. Messy. 31 flavors of bottom-dwelling nasties. Hell, most days felt like 360-degree combat. But there was something about being there.”

“It felt pure.”

It fElT PuRe

I T  F E L T  P U R E

Flashback to Purgatory, where Dean’s life is still saved by Benny, the vampire. Dean threatens to shiv him up the ass so...every friendship needs to start somewhere? The vampire knows an escape hatch out of Purgatory! But it’s only for humans. He’ll show him the portal as long as Dean smuggles his soul out of Purgatory. 

The first rule of Purgatory is you can’t trust anyone. Dean doesn’t trust Benny - not an inch. But he does need allies. He tells Benny that he’ll agree to that tenuous deal as long as they find “the angel” first.

At a college, the Winchesters interview Channing. She hasn’t heard a word from Kevin and furthermore, would spurn his love forever now that he’s no longer going to Princeton. Ouch! After they leave, Channing’s eyes go black and she slices her roommate's throat so she can make a phone call. DOUBLE OUCH! She reports that Kevin still hasn’t gotten in touch with her, but Dean Winchester is back.

Trying to get some work done amongst the students, Sam experiences his own mournful flashback. He hit a dog! He shouted at veterinary hospital employees! Damn it, this is an animal hospital!!! I hand you a bloody dog, you fix! Shouting helps things happen! 

Sam bby.

Dean arrives with a burger in hand, reunited with one of the loves of his life at least. Sam reports that he’s tracked Kevin to Iowa.

At a run down church in Iowa, the Winchesters pay a house call. Kevin immediately confronts them with a Borax-loaded supersoaker. Once he figures out they’re human, Kevin gives them the tour of his new digs. He’s learned how to ward against demons. And then while explaining his recent past, Kevin has his own flashback! Everyone gets one! 

In Kevin’s flashback, he’s been captured by Crowley who sits him down to work on another tablet. A DEMON tablet! Dun dun DUN! Kevin mines its secrets and tells Crowley that there’s a hell gate in Wisconsin. (Made out of cheese?) Demons gather ingredients for him and Kevin gets to have a MONTAGE of preparing a spell to open the gate. Only…

...Kevin was hoodwinking the demons the whole time. 

He’d found a demon bomb recipe and blasts away his guards while Crowley waits on a distant Wisconsin farm. 

Back in the present, Kevin’s stowed the tablet somewhere safe but before he did that, he made sure to memorize one more important spell from the tablet: a spell to close the gates of Hell...FOREVER. 

Dean and Sam head outside to the...second story church deck?...to chat. Sam’s disappointed that Kevin seems further into the hunting life than before. Dean’s proud of the kid - “he’s in it whether he likes it or not.” Oof. Dean, your Winchester is showing.

Sam heads down to the candle-lit church. He apologizes to Kevin for bugging out on him - and on everything hunting related. It’s definitely staged like a confession.

Kevin admits that he’s perturbed when he really stops and thinks about his life, post-prophet-revelation. Sam assures him that “it gets better.” Hmm RLY? Sam’s an optimist, and continues: if they can banish all the demons, Kevin might actually be free to live a good life. BRB weeping and shouting angrily at this show!

In Sam’s hazy flashback, he waits anxiously for the news from the vet. She reports that his dog will be okay. Sam corrects her - the dog isn’t his! She double barrel blasts him with sarcasm, implying that if he doesn’t take care of the dog he hit then he’s the worst person in the world. Which. Okay. I generally don’t mind Amelia though I think she demonstrably has terrible luck picking stable, healthy relationships. But this scene always has me rolling my eyes. It’s so normal to foist a dog on a stranger! Everyone has the means and time to care for a dog, not to mention a dog who has been seriously injured! A vet would not do this! Amelia, plz. 

Amelia puppy dog eyes Sam, and he’s toast. He’s spent so many years working on his offensive puppy eyed tactics, he never thought to work on his defense!

The church begins to shake and wood splits apart Kevin’s devil’s traps. A couple of demons arrive, armed with more swagger than weaponry. There’s a zappy flashy kicky fight and then Crowley and Channing arrive. Crowley demands the tablet for Channing’s life. He flashes Channing back into control for a moment as proof of life. Kevin offers himself up in exchange for Channing’s freedom and heads off to “pack up.” Then Kevin lures Crowley and Channing to a holy water trap.

As they’re being doused, the Winchesters and Kevin escape. While they drive away, Crowley orders the demon out of Channing and then kills her. Oof. 

Later, Dean gets a phone call as they stop for gas and snacks, and then passes it off as a wrong number. Kevin passes on donuts and beef jerky. He just saw his girlfriend die and that doesn’t lend itself well to gas station snacks. 

Dean offers up words of Winchester Solace™. “You’re in it now. Whether you like it or not you do what you gotta do.” Good talk, Dean! 

On Dean’s pee break, he furtively places a phone call. It’s Benny, the vampire from earlier! He’s lurking on the edges of a funeral in a not-at-all-suspicious way. He figured out cell phones! But not fashion.

Dean tells him that they shouldn’t talk for a while since they’re both adjusting to life. Benny wistfully tells Dean that Purgatory WAS pure and he should have appreciated it more while he was there. They both admonish each other to be good (and presumably not go on a murderous rampage). Good talk!

WHERE’RE THE QUOTES?

We made it, brother

I don't know whether to give you a hug or take a shower

Nothing says "family" quite like the whole family being dead

Where’s the angel?

Hey, the rules are simple, Sam. You don't take a joint from a guy named Don, and there's no dogs in the car!

So you're looking for a soul train

There's a demon in you, and you're going to your safety school

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[flyingblackhawk]

Faking it

Avengers fic

1,829 words

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It was all part of the plan. That was what Steve kept telling himself, even though every fibre of his being was screaming at him to warn Natasha about the men stealthily creeping up behind her. He knew she was aware of their presence. Everyone was, from their various observation points. They needed someone inside the facility, and Natasha had been the one to put herself forward as bait. The goons below would have picked her anyway, she had said. She was a woman, and they wouldn’t know any better. She would play damsel in distress, and use the information she gleaned on the inside for the benefit of the team. It was a play they had used a dozen times, and it still didn’t sit right with Steve. He knew she would tease him about it later, but he found it hard to worry about that as he watched the thugs grab her.

Natasha cried out, and allowed them to knock her sidearm out of her hand. With uncharacteristic clumsiness, she wrenched herself away and threw a weak punch. To anyone who knew Natasha Romanoff, it was obvious she was acting. Apparently to the men dragging her towards the compound, this was not so obvious. Natasha kicked and screamed until one of them clamped a hand over her mouth, and as Steve watched, she disappeared into the compound. Her decoy commlink was wrested from her in a flurry of static and shouting. The backup comms kicked in, and the noise settled into a clear feed of sound from inside the compound.

“You won’t get away with this,” Natasha was telling her captors.

“Shut up,” one of them growled. There was a thump, and Natasha grunted in pain. Steve winced. It had sounded like a kick from a heavy boot. Nothing too serious. Nothing worth breaking his cover over, he reminded himself.

“Alright, she’s in place,” Tony said. Steve blinked, and took a breath. They had to monitor the situation. He and Tony were Nat’s only safety net on the ground. Clint was above them, hovering high with Bruce in the shielded quinjet. Everything was in place. All they had to do now was wait until Natasha made her move.

She couldn’t yet, though. Steve knew it was going to be at least a few hours until the bugs she had dropped on the way in could work their way into the system and get them the information they needed. Until they could send Natasha the signal to go, they were stuck with a one-way link to her. They could hear everything, but they couldn’t talk to her.

“Good evening,” a voice said, over the comms. Steve had to assume it was one of the guards. No higher ranking HYDRA personnel were in the area, and the base was manned mostly by a skeleton crew.

“Mind telling me what you were doing snooping around our facility?” the voice asked. Steve focused on details. It was a man, and he had an American accent, which had a tinge of Southern to it. Steve couldn’t place it.

“Chester,” Natasha recited. It was a cover she’d selected earlier. “One-five-seven-nine-Alpha-Theta-four.”

“I just want to have a conversation.”

“Chester one-five-seven-nine-alpha-theta-four.”

“Chester, is it?” the man asked. “Are you an agent?”

“Chester one-five-seven-nine-alpha-theta-four.”

“Agent Chester, then. How did you get inside?”

Again, Natasha repeated the phrase. The man asked more questions, and was answered each time with the recitation of numbers and letters. He didn’t sound particularly frustrated, and Steve started to relax.

After almost fifteen minutes of brick wall questioning, there was a sigh, and the sound of a door closing. Steve shifted to get more comfortable, and listened. The door soon opened again, and Steve heard multiple sets of footsteps.

“Chief says you ain’t talking.”

“Chester one-five-seven-nine-alpha-theta-four.”

“So he said to come have a little fun with you.”

“Chester one-five-seven-nine-alpha-theta-four. Chester one-five-seven-”

Natasha’s recitation was cut off abruptly, and Steve jerked when he heard the sound of a slap crackle over the comms. Natasha gasped, and then spat.

“Chester one- Ches- no- what are you-”

She cried out, and Steve curled his hand into a fist. What followed sounded like a flurry of punches. Steve had prepared for this. He knew torture was always a possibility, Nat had even talked to him about it before they’d left. Don’t let it get to you, she’d said. It might happen. It might sound real. I can take it. I can handle it. He had believed her, but now… now it was different. It was actually happening, and he had to sit there listening to it. It was a lot to bear.

“Rogers.”

It was Tony. Steve started guiltily.

“Here, Tony.”

“You okay?”

“Mmhmm.”

There was a silence between them, broken only by the grunts Natasha was making as she was struck repeatedly.

“It’s okay,” Tony said, although his voice sounded slightly quiet. “She knows what she’s doing.”

There was a little more silence.

“No,” Natasha said, sounding frightened. Steve bit his lip. “No, don’t- please- please-”

She screamed, and Steve let a huff of air escape his lips. He didn’t want to listen, but he couldn’t. If she said the password - Tony had joked about safewords before - then he had to be ready to jump into action.

“She’s a good actor.” It was Clint, chiming in from above. “Don’t worry. She’s okay. She-”

A louder scream cut them off. It was ragged, and full of pain and fear.

“Clint,” Steve said, uneasily, “are you sure? It sounds real.”

“It always does,” Clint said. Steve wasn’t sure, but he thought he might be hearing doubt in Clint’s voice too.

“Please!” Natasha shouted, hoarsely. “Please, don’t- don’t! No!”

More screaming, then soft sobbing. Steve could feel bile in his throat. This was worse than feeling the pain himself. He wanted so badly to jump in and do something, but he knew he couldn’t. She hadn’t said the phrase he needed to hear.

“What if she can’t say it?” he asked.

“What?” said Tony.

“What if she forgets it? What if she can’t say the word, and she needs an extraction and we can’t get to her?”

“Calm down, Rogers,” Tony told him, although there was a shake to his voice as Natasha’s sobs echoed down the link. “She’s… she’s just acting. It’s fine. She’s fine.”

“Help me,” Natasha moaned. “God, please, someone- no, no no no, please, no-”

She screamed again, crying out for help, praying out loud. Steve had never heard anything so horrendous. He could only picture what was going on in there. Horrible things. Terrible things. He could barely contain himself. He knew the others would be feeling the same way, so ready to jump in and save their teammate, their Natasha. They couldn’t let this go on much longer.

“Got it,” Clint said. “Bruce has the data. Sending the signal now.”

Steve heard three distinct beeps, and suddenly the crying stopped.

“This has been great, guys,” Natasha said, suddenly sounding like her old self. “But I have to be going.”

There was laughter, which abruptly turned to shouts of alarm and screaming from the men as the link hissed with noise. Steve couldn’t follow what was happening just from the sound, but it was definitely violent. After a few minutes, he heard Natasha again.

“Ready for pickup,” she said. “I’ll be at the rendezvous point in two minutes.”

Steve got to his feet, and began the jog through the trees to the meeting point. When he got there, Natasha was already waiting at the treeline, and Tony was just emerging from the forest. He heard the sound of engines, and before he could say anything, the quinjet appeared. The three of them clambered on board, and before they knew it they were away.

Steve immediately cast off his shield and went to Natasha’s side, grabbing the medical kit as he went.

“Where’s worst?” he asked feverishly. Tony opened the kit and began rooting around in it. Bruce climbed out of the copilot’s seat and joined them.

“Grab gauze,” he directed. “Suture kit- get that disinfectant. God, Tony, get out of the way, I’ll do it.”

“Nat,” Steve said. “Nat? Nat, are you okay?”

“Get off me,” she said, waving him off like he was an irritating insect. “I’m fine, what- Bruce, what are you doing? Get that out of my face.”

Steve moved back, bewildered. Natasha pushed Tony away with her foot, and took hold of the kit herself. She zipped down her suit and rolled it off her top half, revealing some shallow cuts and bruises.

“What…” Bruce mumbled.

“You’re not…” Tony continued.

“I told you,” Clint said, shaking his head. Natasha looked at the three of them, and her gaze softened a bit.

“Idiots,” she sighed. “Those guys barely knew how to hold a knife, let alone torture someone.”

“So…” Steve mumbled. “You… that was all…”

“I’m excellent at faking it,” she smiled. She looked to Tony, expecting a quip, but he just sank down into a seat and ran his hands over his face. Steve felt embarrassment pulling the blood to his face, and he took a seat beside Natasha.

“It’s okay,” she said, her voice gentle. “I take it as a compliment.”

“I thought…” he mumbled.

“I know,” she said, taking his hand. “Come on, Steve. It’s okay. I’m alright. Here, help me with my back.”

She turned, and handed him a pack of band-aids. Sheepishly, Steve took the box, and stuck the little plasters down over the cuts on her back.

“Tony,” she said. “Could you grab the antiseptic wipes from the kit?”

Tony did as he was told, and Natasha handed Bruce the suture kit.

“There’s a deeper one on my shoulder that probably needs a stitch or two,” she said. Bruce sat on her other side and began to clean out the cut. Natasha sat back and let the three men tend to her. Only Clint caught the amused glance she threw him, and he chuckled to himself as he piloted them towards home. If the team needed to look after her to recover from their ordeal, then so be it. Apparently, it had been harder for them to listen to than it had been for Natasha to endure it. So, she squeezed Steve’s knee, and Bruce’s hand, and nudged Tony gently with her foot, making contact with all of them one by one. They seemed calmer, and each one felt better knowing they were helping a little.

When they arrived back at the compound, the three of them stood awkwardly by as Natasha climbed down from the jet. She smiled, and kissed each of them on the cheek as she passed.

“Thanks, boys,” she murmured, turning away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

[a-deadly-serenade]

The Shield and the Sword: Chapter 5: Whispers in the Garden [Alucard/Reader]

You’re a witch that is skilled in herbology, one that has been persecuted by the church for practically your entire life. In spite of this, moving throughout different towns has allowed you to pick up some chatter about a woman in a village called Lupu. She is supposed to be a wonder when it comes to medicine, and this immediately perks up your interest. So after plucking up some courage, you’ve made it to her door… hoping that she takes you as her apprentice.

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The following weeks were filled with diligent study in the medical library, which was beginning to feel more and more as an extension of your bedroom. You had filled up so many rolls of parchment that you had trouble keeping a tab on all of the notes that you wrote down. It was becoming particularly difficult for you to find specific information as well, since your desk drawers were packed to the absolute brim with parchment.

Lisa, never one to leave such problems unnoticed, went ahead and purchased you a basket full of thick, soft brown leather journals, and a pile of fresh, new quills. It had honestly been a blessing, and being able to take notes within the safe, organized confines of a journal gave you time to organized the mess of scrolls that you had sort of neglected for a few days.

Not only were you hard at work studying with Lisa, but you spent a few hours every night with Adrian, assisting him in his studies on magic. It quickly became apparent that he had a very basic understanding of what magic entailed, knowing that, at the very least, it required the caster to have intent.

“What is so important about this “intent”?” he had a hint of annoyance in his tone. “I heard several Speakers that my father has invited over discuss this whole concept of intent. It does not sound very scientific.”

“That’s because it isn’t,” you counter. “The idea of intent… it’s less of an idea, as it is a sensation. You feel it in the very marrow of your bones, in the very center of your being. You carry belief, and the strength necessary to make this vision come to fruition. Therefore, with the proper amount of intent, any kind of magic is possible. However, you need to be able to have belief in this intent in order for it to do its job.”

Adrian was silent during your whole explanation, and a few moments passed before he nodded in understanding. “I see… so, I need to approach this less logically?”

“Yes!” you cried out triumphantly. “It is good and well to have this… strong, scientific curiosity that can only be satiated by reading and learning and experimenting. But, you need to take your head out of the lab and understand that there are forces that even science cannot explain,” you close your eyes and press your hand to his chest.

Nothing seemed to be happening, but then a warm, yellow light started to emanate from your palm. You hear Adrian gasp quietly in shock, a small smile on your lips as you remove your hand, a cheeky expression on your face.

“What was that?” he sputtered out.

“That was a glimpse of your aura,” you said. “I could sense it very faintly between the very tips of my fingers,” you look down at your hand and wiggle said digits. “It was warm, but a little reluctant to come out. I could feel that it was yellow… but just a hint darker…” you mutter to yourself.

“Does that mean something?” he questioned.

“Yellow usually has a connection to the source of all your bodies energy, and it appears that all of your energy is being honed in on studies.”

Adrian blinks, slight disbelief written across his visage before he folds his arms across his chest in a slight huff. “Well that is just plainly obvious, anyone that saw me as much as you do could guess that I have been spending a lot of time reading.”

You flushed, angry that he had reacted so defensively to your reading. “I… I mean, yes, you could say that but the dark I had picked up,” you began, before he cut you off abruptly.

“What of it?”

You bristled, getting more and more annoyed with this sudden attitude of his by the minute. “There are feelings of…” your eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why you sensed negative emotions. “Being under pressure, as though you have been pushing yourself to some extremes in order to improve…” you glance over at Adrian, concern flashing in your eyes for a brief moment as he stared at you.

He cleared his throat, looking away from you as he started to pack up his things. “I think that should be enough for today,” he said, and stood up out of his chair.

You nodded, still in a daze after what you had just said. You bid him goodnight, and once your door had been shut, you let out a long exhale.

“What was that about?” you whispered, slipping off your clothes to put on a much softer nightgown.

You snapped your fingers to light a honey and peppermint scented candle, as you crawled into bed and snuggled into the blankets.

He’s hiding something, you thought. It’s as though he’s feeling… inadequate. Why could that be?  

You took a deep breath in an attempt to clear your head, as you closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep.

The next morning began like every other, with you being woken up by Lisa coming into your room and announcing that it was time to get up. Quickly getting ready and dressed for the day, you ate breakfast with the rest of the Tepes family, although, you had to admit, that you were a little nervous to sit next to Adrian after what had happened last night.

As you sat there, sipping on your tea, and munching on a piece of buttered bread coated in raspberry jelly, you either suspected that he had forgotten the incident, or decided to ignore it, as he carried on an amicable conversation with his mother and father. You were frankly relieved, not wanting to have been the cause of drama between the family that had so graciously welcomed you into their home.

Once everyone had finished their breakfast, you helped Lisa wash and put away the dish ware as you always did. Drying your hands on a dish towel, you leaned against the counter as Lisa put away the final forks and knives into their appropriate drawers.

“So, do you just want to meet me at the library?” you asked her. “I finally know how to get there on my own without getting horribly lost.” you joked.

She chuckled and gave you a smile. “Now you can come and go whenever you please!” she exclaimed, as she continued to laugh. “However, we will not be going to the library today.”

“Oh?”

Lisa gave you a wink and bopped the tip of your nose. “I’m going to take you somewhere special today.”

A burst of excitement surged through your veins as she said this, with just a hint of intrigue creeping in as your mind attempted to try and solve the exact nature of this mystery location.

When Lisa wrapped up everything in the kitchen, she told you to follow her and she made quick haste to lead you around hallways in the castle you never even knew existed. The journey, however, was not very long, and you soon found yourself exiting the echoing halls of Castlevania and entering a magnificent outdoor garden.

There were so many different flowers and other species of plants that it was honestly a little overwhelming. A multitude of roses dotted the landscape, either in big, bristly bushes, or entangling themselves up large, white trellises. There were pink roses, red roses, white roses, and even black roses. There were lilac trees and wildflowers and even a couple fruit trees. Apple blossoms fell from a nearby tree, their smell drifting in the wind as the two of you made your way deeper into the garden.

A large hedge maze stood several feet away, green ivy sprouting from its crevices with birds chirping from their nests amongst all of the leaves. A cobblestone pathway led from the patio all the way to the entrance, which was surrounded by several small gurgling fountains as water shout out from the creative spouts of fish and tiny cupid angels.  

Large pots filled with tulips, daisies, and dog roses lined the walkway, and you let out an elated gasp as a flock of white doves cooed and chirped as the two of you passed by. The birds seemed intrigued by your presence, but appeared more inclined to flock around Lisa.

“I don’t have have food!” she cried out and waved her hands at the doves. “Go on, shoo!” she clapped loudly several times and the perturbed birds flew back in surprise, hooting and cooing as they bobbed their heads in search of lunch elsewhere.

“Don’t get in the habit of giving them any sort of seeds,” Lisa grumbled. “They came last spring when I was being more generous with feeding the wildlife, and they haven’t left the garden since.”

You giggled. “I’m sure they’re just grateful that they’ve found such a lovely home.”

The both of you rounded a corner and were now walking down a grassy path, wild berry bushes and wild plants blooming all around you. This appeared to be an area that was less used by humans, and you soon found out the reason why.

A large, ornate greenhouse stood a little ways away. It was made of wood, humble in its size, it look no bigger than a common shed. Nevertheless, it was a thing of beauty. All of the windows were covered in beautiful stained glass designs, a motif that followed it from its towering gothic cousin.

The doors especially took your breath away. A glittering, glass monarch butterfly design, with its wings spread out wide, decorated the very top of the pointed entrance. Meanwhile, opulent windows surrounded the actual doorway, covered in clear flowers and vibrant crystals, colored in bright blues and purples.

“This place is beautiful,” your voice is filled with wonder and awe, feeling like a kid in a candy store as you walk in and are completely enveloped by nature.

Large stone tiles served as the walkway within the greenhouse, otherwise, you’d threaten to step on the herbs and flowers that grew in every available nook and cranny. You noticed that there was quite a sophisticated irrigation system, with a long trough surrounding the perimeter of the room, making it easy for water to flow freely to all of the plants.

A small pond was in one corner, lily pads blooming with lotuses had large, green bullfrogs hopping from leaf to leaf. Dragonflies skied across the clear surface of the water, occasionally flying by a cattail and clinging to the reed instead as turtles made their way from the bottom to bask on rocks surrounded by pickerel and arrowhead flowers.

Lisa directed your attention to the large wooden tables that held most of the other plants, and you realized that these pots were filled with almost every medically relevant flora you had ever seen.

“Is this where you get your medicine stock from?” you wondered, as you gingerly stroked the thick leaves of an aloe vera plant.

Lisa nodded her head. “Yes. My husband quickly picked up on how much I enjoyed gardening, so he built me this greenhouse so that I could have the freshest of ingredients for my tonics.”

“I’m not exaggerating in the slightest when I say that this would be what my personal Heaven would look like,” you confessed.

A genuine blush rose to Lisa’s cheeks when you said this, and her flustered hands almost dropped a pair of clippers that she had brought to cut off leaf stems. “Oh you are too kind,” she whispered.

“It’s wonderful that you were able to accomplish so much, Lisa. The amount of progress that you have been able to make is astonishing,” your eyes glittered with excitement as you ran over and to grab a hold of her hands. “I never believed that the teachings of my ancestors would ever become reality. The fact that you were able to help keep all of this rich history alive… it… it invigorates me!” you laugh, a radiant sound that bounces off the glass walls. “And that you’re human no less. I always knew that there would always be some particularly gifted non-magical folk out there in the world, but…” you leaned in, and brushed away a stray hair of hers. “I never believed I would ever meet one.”

Lisa’s big, bright blue eyes blink at you in surprise. “What….what’s that supposed to mean?”

You back away, realizing you may have startled her a bit. “Oh… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to get so overzealous… it’s just… it’s as if my clan were still alive,” you said, in a steady voice, not trying to guilt her in any sort of fashion. “I know Vlad helped out a lot too it’s just… I dunno… it makes me really happy that you’re here--”

Your voice cuts off as Lisa brings you into a very tight hug, her chin resting on the top of your head. Her arms are wrapped around you, some fingers going through your hair and others scratching soothing lines down your back. “It’s alright, little one,” she cooed, echoing the nickname that Vlad had given to you. “I’m so thankful that you were able to find me. You’re your families survivor, the one that can keep their traditions alive. You will never forget all those that fell, so you pursuing your dream means that they did not die in vain.”

Your bottom lip trembled as she said this to you, her wave of blue emotions washing over you as the two of you stood in the tight embrace. You rubbed the big, globs of tears that slid down your cheeks with the back of your hand, confused as to why you were so upset.

Were you more sensitive to emotions after that reading you had given Adrian last night?

If that’s the case, you thought to yourself, this is going to be a rough day.

Lisa pulls away when she notices you struggling to fight back tears, and hands you one of the clean towels she keeps in a large wicker basket. “Are you alright?” she asked, as she helped you wipe them away.

“Yeah… yeah I think so, I think I’m just a little bit more sensitive to emotions today,” you explain, blowing your nose into the towel.

“Well, that took a turn for the sappy, I suppose,” Lisa muttered, before the both of you burst into a fit of giggles.

“At least I know that I’ve finally found my true purpose in life,” you replied. “It was destiny that you and I should meet.”

Lisa nodded her head in agreement. “Indeed it was.”

The rest of the day was spent in the greenhouse, with Lisa showing you how to properly take care of and document the plants inside. You needed to know all the plants in there like the back of your hand, and know the proper ingredients necessary to make the most popular and simple remedies.

You got familiar with the layout, and the plants as well. Humming and singing soft tunes as you hopped across the stones, occasionally reaching out to a couple hands that stretched out for attention; the hoya carnosas being especially needy. It was important to let them know you meant no harm, and were someone they could trust. If plants did not respect you, they could refuse to grow or even shrivel away due to the lack of incentive to stay.

Most of the herbs instantly craved your attention, having easily picked up on your years of experience raising and pampering their specific genus. The aloe were a bit fussy at first, some of the more exotic species especially having an attitude, alongside the ferns. Honestly, you get big and bushy and are used in so many remedies, and suddenly they think they’re better than most other plants.

It was rather amusing, seeing these strange little dichotomies that had developed within the greenhouse. You picked up that all of the plants loved Lisa, she was their mother, some of them going so far as to hold her in a similar reverence to Gaia. Vlad was also held in high regard, the lavender cooing about how in love he and Lisa were, they thought it was adorable. A couple stems of peppermint echoed the sentiments, saying that Lisa glows whenever he is around her, and she adds just a dash… of, well, they don’t exactly know what it is, but they call it “the light”, to their care.

All of this brought a smile to your lips, and you almost cackled when they shifted their focus to Adrian. Several basil plants complained that when he was little, he would always run amuck through the little plants, like the mosses and tiny spurs that grew alongside the pond.

Oh! But a bundle of hawthorn added. Even as he grew older, and expressed interest in working alongside his mother, he was a clumsy mess, spilling fresh dirt everywhere, or spilling water onto those who didn’t need it! It was a good day when Lisa finally decided it would be best if he remained in the castle to complete his studies.

You laughed quietly, but a high pitched chorus of giggles caught your attention, and you turned your head to find a patch of hibiscus flowers. They were a rainbow of colors, some were orange, others a bright yellow, some a startling white with fushia patches at the edge of their petals, and others were the classic deep red.

You furrowed your brow, and gave them a small glare. What are they laughing about?

Hibiscus were tricky flowers, gossipy little things that would prattle on about love and matchmaking.

Oh, she hears us, the white one giggled.

Really? an orange exclaimed.

Little girl, one said in a much older voice. It was a gorgeous hibiscus, a light pink that had hues of magenta and a rich blue pallet around the stigma. I know the true feelings that lay in your heart.

What? you think.

Playing dumb does not suit you my dear, she groaned. The one with the beautiful golden hair, the prince of darkness--

You look away, a dark red blush on your face as you stomp off to leave the greenhouse, the flowers giggling behind your back as you refrained from slamming the door shut.

Your breaths came out in puffs in front of you, embarrassed and on edge after that rather confrontational conversation. Wiping a bead of sweat off of your brow, you felt a calm settle over you as you gazed up at the moon in the sky.

It was practically time for you and Adrian to meet up again, and albeit, you were a tad bit nervous.

You sincerely hoped that he did not feel uncomfortable around you after that stunt you pulled earlier. It had been hard garnering even a bit of trust with him when it came to Adrian finally listening to you. He had been insanely stubborn the first few days of tutoring, and you had almost threw in the towel before Lisa intervened and spoke to each of you individually.

You had no idea what she said to Adrian, but she told you to see if you could find a different approach to getting him to understand magic. Use what you knew about his learning style to see if you could use other techniques to get it to stick.

After some brainstorming, you noticed that Adrian was a much more traditional student, as he enjoyed reading thick tomes and taking diligent notes, not too far off from what you had been doing the first couple weeks. But now that you were fairly confident about your knowledge on the human body and known ailments, you had begun the more hands-on aspects of working in the greenhouse with Lisa. That is the way that you preferred learning, being able to literally sink your hands into what it is you’re researching.

So you decided that making some form of lecture would benefit Adrian the most, similar to the classes that you had taken when you were much younger. You would come up with test questions, or make him practice a particular magical technique in front of you. Things started to go more smoothly after that, and he would even start talking about himself once in awhile.

You let out a shaky breath as you sat in your desk chair, voice getting trapped in your throat when you hear a knock on the door. “Come,” your voice sounds rough and strained, and you cough to clear it up. “Come in.”

Adrian walks in, a perplexed expression on his face. “Are you alright?” he asked.

You pour yourself a glass of water and take a sip. After swallowing the big gulp, you nod your head. “Yeah, sorry,”

He gets situated in the chair next to you, pulling out his own journal, quill, and book from a large messenger bag his father had loaned him. “From where we left off last night, then?”

You froze, but quickly shrugged off the feeling. “Yes, intent…” you quickly reached for the notes you had prepared days earlier, thanking the goddesses that you had some sort of map to rely on in terms of discussion topics.

To your surprise (and honest relief) the night went off just fine. Your approach was really paying off, and the questions that the both of you exchanged had led to very rich discussions. Adrian appeared very pleased, a smile on his face as he waved his quill over the page to help the ink dry faster.

“Tonight was very enjoyable,” he said, and put it down once the words were set.

“I’m glad. I’m actually surprised by how much we were able to cover,” you replied. Your eyes widened at the sudden surprise of a bright blue bundle of sparkling stars, and Adrian turned his head to see what you were looking at.

“Oh, that’s just Aria,” he said, and raised his hand up, as one would for a small bird, before the stars shedded from her like snake’s skin and disappeared from sight. She fluttered onto his outstretched index finger and gave a rather dramatic yawn.

“Seems as though she’s just awoken from her nap,” he said. He gave her a delicate scratch with his long nails, and she gave a delighted hum in response.

A question you had asked yourself long ago suddenly popped back in your head and you let out a quiet, “Oh!”

“Adrian?” you began. “Why does Aria stay in the castle? I know she claims you’re her “Master”, but, how did she end up here?”

He was quiet for a moment, a somber expression on his face before it quickly washed away. “When I had been fairly young, my father and I had been walking around the woods you see before you,” his golden eyes gazed out of the window, upon the pine trees that stretched on for miles into the dark night. “It had been a day where we had gone looking for some local insects, mostly butterflies and beetles. But, that’s when we heard tiny cries for help.”

Aria finally opened her eyes, her bright blue orbs widening in sadness as she heard what he was talking about.

“A group of fairies,” Adrian said, eyes narrowing. “Had been captured, by a group of greedy humans. They used traps to secure their capture, and would then sell off their wings and eventually even their bones for use in dark spells.”

You looked over at Aria, whose wings had lowered, and she had brought her legs up to her chest, tiny tears sticking to her long eyelashes like dewdrops. “Why would they do that?” you cried out. “Fairies are such peaceful, beautiful, giving creatures. What good would that bring them?”

“Profit.” Adrian spat. “Father knew what was going on, and was thankfully able to scare them away. Even as a child I thought they deserved more than just a good fright, but the fairies were saved.”

Aria nodded her head. “Yup!” she cried out, rubbing the last few tears away on her arm. “The rest of my sisters and cousins and friends live inside the garden now,” she fluttered over to you. “You… well, I visit there sometimes, and they often tell me how kind you are to all the plants. And even… well, the new fairy gardens that you added have been a really nice addition too…” her face was flushed a cute pink, eyes downcast and her hands behind her back in bashfulness.

You gave her a kind smile. “You’re welcome, small lady.”

She blushed, and she covered her face before zipping back to where Adrian sat to hide behind his shoulder.

You giggled, but feeling eyes on you, you turned your attention to Adrian, who immediately turned his head away from your gaze. Confused, you peered at him, and thought you had seen things when you noticed a pink flush to his face--

“Add to the fact,” he suddenly blurted out. “She’s also my familiar.”

“What?!” you exclaimed. “She’s your familiar?” you were dumbfounded. How did he have a familiar, and not you? You were a witch for crying out loud!

“Yes? Why is that so surprising?”

“It… it just is!”

“I have five, what is so surprising about one--”

“Five?!”

“That’s what I said--”

“Five familiars?!” you shouted, letting out a melodramatic moan as you collapsed back into your chair. “That’s not fair, I don’t even have one--”

“Would you like to see them?”

You silenced your groaning at that, and you were immediately back up on your feet. “Really?” you said excitedly. “You would do that?”

Adrian nodded, and gave you a smile. “Of course. I’m sure they would be delighted to meet you.”

[slvtbible]

I never asked you to love me

Warnings: angst, lots and lots of tears, mentions of abusive relationship

**

In the beginning of the relationship that you and harry started, it was magical. You feel like you were the luckiest girl in the world who had stolen the heart of the heart-throb rockstar, and you couldn’t ask for more.

He treated you the way you deserved to be treated, he’ll send you flowers to where you work, he’ll cuddle with you, he lets you spoil him in public because he loves you so much that he cannot bare to see the look on your face if he tells you ‘no’. Your family approved of him, considering the times that you both visit them and he manages to steal your parents and both of your siblings hearts,

Anne also sees you as her own daughter, if you weren’t dating Harry, she would probably convince you to be apart of their family. Her love for you is indescribable, always compliments you, takes you out for coffee or lunch, and she never forgets to remind harry when will he “put a ring on her finger” because she so badly wanted a grandchild. And harry always responds with a cheeky smile and shrugs,

‘Eh, someday. You’ll see.’

But lately, harry has been so distant with you. He rarely gets home by time, always misses out dinner reservations, barely even says ‘good morning love’ with a peck on your lips that never fails to make you blush. You begin to question his love for you, asking yourself wether he still loves you or not but you quickly shakes that ridiculous thoughts off of your mind, you’ll tell yourself that ‘he’s just busy’ or ‘he’s tired’ so you pay no mind,

But after a week, then two, then three.

You’ve had enough. Tears manage to escape your tired eyes as you starts getting a little bit suspicious when he comes home late with someone else’s perfume lingers on the collar of his shirt,

Someone that isn’t you,

And the red stain on his cheek is the reason why you’re going to stop pretending that you are not hurt by it and decides to confront him about it in the next morning,

So for about 10 hours, you didn’t get enough sleep. Your eyes were wide open, as you sobs uncontrollably knowing that harry won’t hear you from the next door,

Yeah, you weren’t sleeping next to his warm body that night.

Why would you?

And so you waited for that hours full of tears and pain to get by,

**

“Where were you last night?”

Harry whom just gotten out from the room, with his boxers and t-shirt comes down in a slow pace. Barely can’t keep an eye open,

“What, love?”

You scoff and cringe at the nickname, what makes him think he has the right to call you that?”

“I said. Where the hell were you last night?” You spit, shoving a pan that you just cooked pancakes with into the sink,

His eyebrows raise, pulls out a questioning look, “i thought i told you that i went out with Jeff last night”

You almost wanted to laugh at his bullshit that comes out from his mouth, but you don’t. Instead you sigh deeply and shakes your head,

“Really? Can you explain the perfume then? The lipstick that stained your neck? The smile on your face after you walked in last night?”

You hear him mutter ‘fuck’ as his face turns white, foot tapping against the wooden floor, trying to make up an excuse. Enough to make you believe him,

But you don’t,

“Sweetheart. Let me explain”

She feels angry so she stomps out of the kitchen and walk over to the living room with worried Harry following her from behind like a lost puppy,

‘So it’s true then’

“Don’t do that, baby please sto-“

“You have no fucking right!” She shouts, causing him to stand still. “You have no fucking right to call me that. Not after you fucked the life out of that girl.”

“We didn’t fuck, Y/N. Please just listen” he begs, “i was drunk yes, but i didn’t invite her to a hotel room or undressed her or anything.”

She crossed her arms, blinking back tears that tries to escape. “Then what did you do, huh? Tell me.”

His eyes look hurt and if the situation were different, she would feel sorry and hug her caring boyfriend until he gets back on his feet,

But this was his fault. To hell with caring,

“We-we made out. We did.” He admits, he watches his girlfriend takes a sharp breath but he continues to tell the truth hoping it’ll make her feel better, but it’s not,

“I let her touch me. And i did too, we got carried away Y/N. She was an old friend of mine and i lied to you about meeting Jeff, i was meeting her. She wanted to catch up with me and I thought ‘what’s the harm?’ You know? And I didn’t tell you because i know you’ll be angry with me.” He says, choking slightly as he cries,

You nod your head, unsure what to do. “You are such a fucking dickhead.”

“What?”

“You fucking lied to me, i waited up for you, i cook for you, i did your shit! But you never even cared! What happened to you!”

Out of the sudden harry laughs, making your heart breaks even more. His mood sure changes quickly,

“Don’t put the blame on me. You’re in the wrong as well.”

And fuck, in that moment you can’t tell wether your heart stop beating or not because if you aren’t mistaken, he’s trying to make it seems as if it’s your fault,

“Me?” You ask, pointing to yourself with a bitter chuckle

“If you weren’t such a bitch and nags all the time, maybe this wouldn’t happened.” He snaps, gesturing the space between the two of you,

“You think, that it’s my fault you cheated?”

He shrugs, “fuck do you think? Does anyone ever wants a girlfriend that’s clingy all the time? I fuckinh need a space, Y/N!”

“Was the 7 months tour wasn’t enough space for you, huh?” You question, raising your left eyebrow, “i miss you, harry. I want to be with my boyfriend is that too much to ask?”

He shakes his head and laughs again, mockingly. “Jesus, Rosalie was right.”

“What did you say?”

“She was right” he says it louder, extending his arms, “she was right about you being clingy, she was right about me supposedly to have fun without having a girlfriend at home who keeps texting me about my whereabouts, she was fucking right about you only dragging me to down and be the downfall of my career. She fucking understands me so why can’t you? You know something? I don’t regret anything last night. I don’t regret having my hands all over her perfect curves, i love how her lips kisses mine, i love how she made me moan louder than you ever could! So yeah, i did fuck her last night, are you happy?”

When he finishes, there’s no single regret written on his face only relief. He feels like a weigh has been lifted up from his shoulders and he never felt better,

You on the other hand, are speechless. Tears are running down your face and you feel so small. You cannot believe that Harry would do something like this, what happened to your sweet loving boyfriend who’s there to catch you when you were hurt? What happened to the curly haired boy who’s willing to punch someone who hurt you?

He’s not there, and you are heartbroken,

“Wow” you breathes, sniffing, “thank you for your honesty then, harry. Good to know that you and Rosalie have an amazing sex life.”

And after that, once again Harry’s face goes pale. He feels as if his body is about to collapse to the floor and he cannot believe that he would so such a thing,

He knows about your insecurities, knowing your heart has been broken too many times by your past boyfriends. Some called you worthless, slut, and other names, some cheated on you and some even had the audacity to hit your precious body. He swears that will never hurt you like them,

But he broke that. And your heart as well,

“Y/N i-“

Before he completes his sentence, you turn around to grab your purse from the table and slips on your shoes,

“Sweet- Y/N. Please no, don’t go please” he begs, harshly wiping the tears from his face but it’s no use, they just keep on coming,

You sob, leaning your head against the wall as you close your eyes hoping the pain will go away and soon Harry would eventually say ‘HAHA kidding baby!’ Like he alway does, but no. This is the bitter truth,

“What i said was horrible, I’m so sorry my love if there’s anything i can do i wou-“

“You know? I never asked you to love me.” You starts, and his eyes are hurt by your words but he just stares at you, “that night. When you asked me out, i told you no. And you understood why.”

He doesn’t say anything, she continues “you were so fucking persistent and it melts and disgust me at the same time. Of course, you’re harry styles. People will have the pleasure to have their hearts broken by you because you’re that guy.”

“The guy who manage to steal all of our hearts with your angelic voice, your carefree personality, your golden heart and i do think that the way you support women and equality are liberating. That’s why i fell for you, you are such a beautiful person Harry.” You smile sadly in which he returns too,

“But you became this new person and i don’t like that. You’re so different and careless, i don’t like it at all. But maybe someone else will.” You whisper, feeling yourself hurt after you say that. Not wanting to let him go because you know deep down harry is a good person,

“Baby don’t say that” he takes a step closer, only for you take a step back and his heart breaks into thirty pieces,

You smile one last time before opening the door and walk out, tears keeps running down your pink cheeks and you don’t plan to stop until you get out of once both of yours apartment and leave for good,

Harry is still standing there, eyes still stuck at the door hoping you might just come back. He waits as his knees plants firmly on the floor, wanting to hug you close to him and whisper nothing but sweet things to your ear. He waits and waits until you come,

But you, you never do.

**

[supersoldierslover]

Two Nights Stand Part 10 ( Final part)

Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one night stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1895

Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name. Fluffy loads of fluffy.

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Credits to the gifs owners

You wake up with the sound of people talking, their voices aren’t familiar and you can’t recognize what they are saying but they seem happy. They sure are laughing a lot. You move around still in bed, feeling a strong pair of arms around your waist holding you in place.

When you open your eyes, you see Bucky sleeping beside you with a content smile on his lips. There is no doubt that the last 24 four hours were chaotic, for a moment you felt like you were feeling insane but now it all feels natural.

You gently trace your fingers on Bucky’s jawline, if the last 24 hours were emotional to you, you can’t imagine how it was to him. “Should we wake them up?” You hear a woman asking from outside the room, you hope that the person who she is talking to says no. You are not ready to face anybody, especially after your behavior yesterday. Why did you have to be so awkward?

“Let them rest, they deserve.” A man replies at last and you feel very thankful for him right now. “Ok, but only because they could be naked in there… do you know if they've solved whatever was happening between them?” The woman questions again, she sounds more worried than curious.

“No" The man answers. "But they slept in the same room. This is a good sign, right?” You hide your face on Bucky’s neck, you don’t want to leave this bedroom ever. Here you were safe and happy especially after the conversation you two had yesterday.

“Bucky…” He doesn’t let you finish “Look, this is up to you. I can’t and won’t force you to do anything, but if this was up to me we would go to bed right now. When we wake up, we would have breakfast with my roommates and they would probably tell you embarrassing stories about me. Then I'd drive you home, but not before giving you a goodbye kiss, exchanging phones and inviting you for dinner. However, like I said, this is up to you. So what's going to be?”

Your heart stopped for a moment, you didn't want to say goodbye to him and you can’t. You took a deep breath, looking for the right words “I… would like that very much. Bucky, I am so sorry for what I said before. It wasn’t right to be so cruel, using what happened with Natasha and the baby against you… “

He didn't let you finish, instead he pulled you onto his chest for a hug. “You were tired, confused and hurt. I understand where it was coming from, I know that you didn’t want to hurt me.” You look up staring at his blue eyes, he was a good man “Still, I'm sorry, just because I was hurt doesn’t mean that I have to hurt you too.”

“Don’t worry about it, do you want to go bed?” You nod, there was nothing you wanted more. “Yes, I think I should apologize to your roommates, they must think I'm insane.” He laughs, taking you to bed “They already think that. You like me!" He says playful, laying on the bed he pulls you closer to him.

“Yeah, I do.” You say reassuring him about your feelings.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Bucky says smiling at you, pulling you on top of him “Morning, Steve and Peggy are always this loud in the morning?” You ask still hiding your face on his chest “They are way worse, they are just behaving now because you are here.”

You two fall in a comfortable silence, his hands explore your back while yours play with his hair. You two exchange a few kisses, trying to prolong this moment as much as you two can. “Do we really have to get up?” He asks, it is like he is reading your thoughts.

“I think we do, I'm starting to get hungry and we… I have to face them.” You get up, fixing your hair in the mirror “You look great, now let’s go rip off the band-aid.” He places his hand on the small of your back, leading you to the living room.

Steve and Peggy on the couch drinking some coffee, they look so in love and comfortable with each other. When Peggy sees you two, she leaves Steve’s arms getting up. “Hey you two, we made coffee and Steve went out and bought some bagels. We weren’t formally introduced, I'm Peggy.” You introduce yourself to her as she hugs you. You are glad for her she making you feel really welcomed.

 “Thank you, Peggy. Please, don’t scare her.” Bucky says before you can say anything “Of course not, I just want to know if she is feeling better.”  You nod, you really are. “Yes, thank you for asking and I'm so sorry about yesterday.” She smiles at you “Don’t worry about it, being 24 hours locked up with Barnes must leave anyone a little insane.”

“Tell me about it.” You say in a playful tone, making Bucky roll his eyes “I'm incredible and the best person to be stuck with in a snowstorm. Everybody knows it!” You laugh, hugging him by the waist. “You were unbearable in the first hour, I was seriously considering being locked in the bathroom until I could go home.”

“I'm glad you didn’t.” He says kissing your forehead. “Yeah, me too.” You give him a peck on the lips “You two are too cute, it's sickening.” Peggy says, making you laugh “Let them be young, they're not an old couple like us, sweetheart.” Steve defends you both, making Bucky smiles.

You stare into his blue eyes, you see happiness and hope.  His expression looks so different from 24 hours ago. “Let’s eat something before they start planning our engagement party.” "It's all done already, buddy.” Steve shouts right before you two get to the kitchen.

When you are alone with Bucky again, you and Bucky fall into a strange dynamic. You two are silent for most of the time, with him watching your moves. It is not uncomfortable but you wonder what is going on in his brain right now.

Maybe he has doubts about what you two talked about or maybe he expects you to back out of this and run away. But you are not going to run away, you are in peace, you know what you two are and that you two are going to try having a relationship outside of these walls.

After you are done eating, you start gathering your things. You can’t believe that is time to say goodbye already, you say your goodbyes to Peggy and Steve and they insist that you should come back again soon. Steve even whispers in your ear that he hopes to see you at his wedding, you don’t know what impression you did on him but it must have been a good one.

“You don’t have to take me home, I can call an uber if you want.” You say as Bucky opens the front door for you, you don’t want to bother him and he must have things to do. “I don’t mind, and if I remember correctly I promised you a ride home.”

You smile as he leads you to the car and opens the door for you. You give him your address, it is a short 20 minutes ride without traffic and after the snow storm, there were not a lot of people in the streets right now.

“Do you believe in fate, destiny or even luck?” Bucky asks taking you away from your thoughts, this is an odd question. One that you have never really stopped to think about, you start to play with your hair thinking about the best way to answer this.

 “I don’t know, Bucky. I don’t think I believe in luck. Luck for me is all about probability, right? And fate or destiny… maybe? Why do you ask?”

He shrugs looking outside his window. “We met by chance, you could have ended up with any other guy on that website and you stayed with me because of the storm.”  For a moment you wonder what could have happened if you had ended up with any other guy and if you would be in the same situation that you are now with Bucky.

You doubt. You and Bucky bonded in a way that you don’t think you could do with anybody else. “So are you saying that the snowflakes are our little matchmakers?” You tease him, you are still trying to understand where he is going with this.

“Kind off, I think this is fate.” He says sheepishly, you look at him and he is blushing. Your heart warms “No, not fate but destiny. I don’t know if I believed in this stuff but if we have to name so it must be destiny.”

“Why?” He asks feeling confused, you laugh because you don’t have any idea how to explain this “Once I read in a book that fate is what happens with doomed people. Fate is for when bad things happens. However, destiny is for lucky people and when good things happen. Be stuck with you is destiny.”

He kisses the palm of your hand, he was indeed a really sweet man when you get to know him. “So destiny it is.” For the rest of the drive, his hand is on your thigh making small circles on it, in short, 10 minutes he is parking in front of your building.

“I don’t know how to say goodbye to you.” He says without moving of his seat, you take his hand squeezing it a bit. “You're not saying goodbye to me, you're still gonna see me. He pulls you into a gentle and sweet kiss making you moan.

This is not a goodbye, he has your phone number and you two already agreed to go to a proper date in the next couple of days. This was the begging of something new, you break the kiss pulling out for air. “I should get in. I feel like we're going to keep kissing until we both freeze to death in my door steps.” You don’t think that this is the worst way to go. 

You open the car door and he walks you through your front door. Before he can say goodbye you kiss him one more time. “Call me or text if you want to talk.” You say hugging him. “I will and I'll probably send you funny selfies. You know, so you won't forget how I look like.”

“As if this is possible. Did you forget all the great sex we had? You are unforgettable... Goodbye, Jaime.” You say playful, he smiles at you kissing your forehead one last before he enters in the car going away,

 You watch as he drives away, you can’t stop smiling you feel so happy right now. When you get in your apartment you see Wanda on the couch drinking hot chocolate “Look who is here!” She says standing up from the couch to hug you “Are you ok? How was your day? Did you enjoy yourself? Tell me everything.”

You nod “Calm down, I will tell you everything. Now give me some hot chocolate because it's a long story.”

Epilogue 

I can’t believe this series is already over, Did you like this part? Would you guys like an epilog? If anyone wants to be added to my tag list just let me know

[spideyxchelle]

I know you've been taking a break from headcanons so please feel free to ignore this. Michelle and Peter decide to be mature adults and break up before college only they're doing it wrong. They should probably stop texting all the time, maybe notice when someone is trying to flirt with you, and they should definitely stop sleeping together. This is not what breaking up looks like.

hey friends, i have been taking a break from headcanons but this one spoke to my angsty ass. i did go a little off the rails with the prompt here. it just went in  a different direction. sorry! here, have some angsty angst with some feelings. 

there is something haunting about seeing Harvard and MIT acceptance letters in bold next to each other. its in ink that peter and mj won’t be in the same place for school. sure, its they’re both in Cambridge and TECHNICALLY they could make it work, their relationship, but their paths are diverging. they can’t deny that. they will have two different peer groups, new friends, a new place that is devoid of the other.

peter is the one that suggests they let each other go. its the mature thing to do, he reasons. and the ice pick driving through michelle’s heart numbs her enough to agree. 

they spend the last summer before they go off to college making the most of a summer romance. every moment and every kiss burned into the wasteful memories of teenagers. 

and then, as swiftly as they embraced, they are tearing themselves apart, packing up for Cambridge and acting as good as strangers. 

the first month of school is a lot of stimuli. noises, smells, foods, one-night-stands. its the heady rush of college that everyone had warned them about. and for this first month they don’t talk or text or even think about each other. 

and then, facebook pops up a memory on peter’s feed. its a picture from September of his senior year of high school. michelle is burying a kiss in his neck and he’s smiling so broadly his lips look on the verge of splitting. 

he picks up his phone and texts her: u up? he watches his phone for thirty minutes before he tosses to the end of his bed. because this is dumb. he’s a mature adult now. and they made a deal. they promised each other. and he’s not gonna be the asshole making shit compli-

yea, she replies. he scribbles back a response, how’s school? and he feels so lame for making small talk. this is mj. and they are better friends than small talk. but its been a month without her. and he realizes he misses hearing about her day. 

so they start to talk that night. about school. catching each other up on all of the nonsense happening at their respective schools. they text and text and text until sunshine peaks his data acquisition class yawning like mad. he barely manages to be productive for the rest of the day.

which, of course, he has to text her that he blames her for. she sends him a picture of her own tired expression and the middle finger. he immediately saves the picture. 

that is how they get in the rhythm of texting. and even though they are only a train ride away from each other at best they keep their new text-friendship restricted to over the phone. 

peter goes to parties, he assumes she does as well. and he meets people. beautiful people. who think he’s smart and charming and take him home. after, he always texts mj and asks about her day. texting mj is always way more satisfying than the weird blips in random people’s beds. 

when they go back down to new york for thanksgiving break that is the first time he sees mj. and, fuck, she’s beautiful. it smacks him in the face. all of their high school friends gather together at Ned’s house for a catch-up party. and peter falls into his normal seat next to her. and the normal rhythm of his hand on her knee. if she’s bothered by it she doesn’t say. in fact, he even catches the quirk of a smile teasing at the corners of her mouth. 

after, he offers walking her home. cuz he’s a superhero and new york is a dangerous city. she rolls her eyes but lets him walk her home. and only when they are alone does it start to feel awkward. its been months, since august, since they’ve seen each other. and texting every day is not the same as in-person talking. 

mj speaks first. “i missed you.” he’s so startled he nearly trips down the sidewalk. “you do?” he asks. she nods and ducks her face to the left to avoid his eyes. “i, uh,” he tries, “missed you, too. miss you. present tense.” “present tense?” she drawls. he nods, “i don’t want you to think that i missed you for like a minute and then got over it once school started. like, no. i miss you, uh, every minute i’m not with you.” she licks her lips and her pupils are so dilated her eyes look almost black. his pants feel tight at the heat of her gaze. she grabs his hand and the flesh-to-flesh contact shocks him, but not as much as her next question, “you wanna get out of here?” he nods. because, fuck, he really, really does. 

they stumble into her parent’s apartment with laughter pressed between their kisses. he reaches for every inch of skin denied to him for months and she loses her mind. 

peter pulls out of their kiss enough to rest his forehead against hers. he pants, “what does this mean?” she smashes an impatient kiss against his lips, “less talking, parker.” he hoists her up around his waist and drops a nippy kiss on her neck, “i thought you liked when i talked to you during this.” “that’s different,” she runs her shaky hands through his hair. and that’s the last words exchanged between them. well, except the filthy words he growls in her ear. 

after, she silently dresses in his shirt and her jeans. an old tradition of theirs. a cute way to collect his clothes. and one he never fought much. her in his MIT shirt now though made his chest quake with worry. “Em,” he tries. but she shakes her head, “you decided you didn’t want to try, peter. and, honestly, it was a good call.” “a good call,” he repeats, hollow. 

like that, its over. back to the status quo. 

texting back at school. not seeing each other. and, for peter, missing her like a phantom pain. some nights after michelle goes to sleep, he rolls over in his wildly uncomfortable twin bed and curses his stupid self for thinking that he could cut her out of his life as easily as he had presumed. 

he sits up halfway through February and calls tony. his mentor grumbles into the line, “what is it, parker? the suit acting up?” peter tugs his knees into his chest, “no.” there is a long stretch of silence between them on the phone before tony asks, “are you okay?” “i’m sorry,” peter blurts out, “i don’t have anyone else to talk to or, well, you know, ben and my dad aren’t exactly around to talk to, i mean.” it costs peter something to admit to tony that he doesn’t have any other strong male figures in his life to talk to beyond him. its ridiculous. his father figure is a freakin’ superhero. and his problems are so minuscule next to saving the world. tony clears his throat, “what is it, kid?” and just like that peter tells him everything. about missing mj, feeling like he made a terrible mistake and being unsure of how to fix it. tony patiently listens and then gives him one line of advice, “some complaining to me and go and get your girl, parker.” 

he trips out of his bed at the speed he tries to get out the door. he is still pulling up his jeans as he hops down the hall. he runs to the train. its a ten minute train ride and the fact that she’s so close is not lost on him. he’s been so stupid. 

he knocks on her door and she opens it to great confusion. there is a beat, a gaze and then, a profound surge of feeling between them. peter steps forward and kisses her. she makes the softest, most profound noise at the back of her throat. 

he trails her back into her room. “peter,” she sighs, “peter, wait.” he shakes his head and clings to her forearms to steady his pounding heart. michelle guides his hands off of her arms and turns her back to him. he fights the urge to reach for her. “mj,” he shatters. “no,” she shakes her head, “you wanted this. you did this. i had no say. i had no-,” her voice breaks, “you don’t get to just decide you want me again. because what if you decide you don’t want me again? i-i don’t want to play this game. it’s painful.” 

“i’m a shit,” he steps toward her, “and so, so stupid. i thought i was making college easier for us. giving a chance to, i don’t know, try something new. but damn it, Em. i wake up every morning and think about you. i spend every night dreading when you inevitably fall asleep because then i can’t talk to anymore. what do you want me to do about that?” “live with it,” she snarls, “i had to.” “how can you even say that?” he exhales. “i’m not playing this game with you.” “this isn’t a game!” he roughs out. she shouts back, “then why do you get to make all the rules??” 

he stumbles backward two steps, “i shouldn’t have come.” “no,” she agrees, “you shouldn’t have.” her words cut him down. his heart bleeds for her and for them and for every moment he screwed them over. “Em-” he swallows.

she blinks back tears, “don’t call me that.” she brushes past him and throws open the door, waiting for him to walk out of it. he gives her once last lingering look, hoping, until he chokes on his pride and leaves. 

they don’t talk again until april. and every week that rushes past without her in it, for peter, is like a flash of unimportant moments. he gets uninspired and lazy during patrol. which is why he gets in a horrible, horrible accident. 

when he wakes up in the upstate facility, mj is there clinging to his hand. he blinks the pain away and tries to focus on his surroundings. he wonders, briefly, if he is dreaming her there. his voice is scratchy from the lack of use, “Em-?”

her head snaps up and he sees her cheeks wet with tears. “god damn you, peter parker,” is the first thing she says to him after three months of radio silence. it feels apt. “next time,” she plows on, “you decide to take on aliens without back-up….don’t.” “did i stop them?” he sniffs. she rolls her eyes, “you spectacular idiot.” she leans forward and presses the sweetest kiss to his dry mouth. 

his eyes widen in shock, “i-” she shushes him, “don’t speak. you need to drink some fluids and rest. we can talk about it later. we have time.” he shakes his head, “now.” she sucks in an impatient breath, “no. i’m making the rules this time. got it?” maybe its the concussion that is making him so confused and light-headed, but he grins, “this time? we get a this time?” she shrugs, “who else is gonna keep you from making stupid, rash decisions, superhero? you’re a full time job, peter parker.” 

he wants to tell her he loves her. he wants to grab her face and kiss her senseless. he wants so much to have a dazzling moment of getting back together. but the reality is so much less epic: him in a hospital bed, nursing a concussion and mj calling him an idiot. 

and he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

[iamacolor]

Welcome back to Norway, Acar

This is for the wonderful @savedbythespell for the @yousanaexchange secret santa! This is a Persuasion AU (the jane austen book) that I've wanted to do for a while and decided to finally start for you Anisha! Turns out it was a bad idea because it ended up being 26 pages and 5 chapters long which isn't easy to write when you have a lot of school work. So it it feels a little clumsy and rushed at times, I apologise. I'm a bit sick as I'm posting this so I also apologise for any spelling mistakes or mistakes of any kind. I love Persuasion and Yousana so I just hope I did right by them in a way. It can be read as a continuation of canon rather than an AU.

I’m so happy I got Anisha as my giftee and it was so much fun sto send you questions and I just hope you’re going to love this as much as I love the idea of it!! <333

- Sana ? Sana ? Can you come please ? With a sigh, Sana stands up from the sofa where she has been trying to read for the last hour to go check on her nephew. As her parents have moved out to the country to take a break while their apartment is being renovated, Sana is staying at her big brother's house with Jamilla which is why she is baby sitting now while they are out for dinner. Because although she does have a job -hence why she couldn’t leave Oslo-, she still lives with her parents. She never thought she’d stay with them for so long, she never thought that, at 27 years old, she would be a grown-up living with her parents while everyone else that she knows is independent. But Sana is the first one to know that dreams don’t always come true and that you have to accept what life gives you and make the best of it . She’s past the time when she thought that fighting and complaining could make any change in her life.

She opens the door to the bedroom to find her nephew sitting in his bed, eyes wide opened with furrowed brows. - What is it, sweetheart ? It’s really late now, you should be sleeping. - Something is troubling me and I can’t rest ! She chuckles at the way her nephew speaks. He loves to read and has started to speak in a more « grown-up manner » to make himself more  « likely to become a hero ». « What’s troubling you ? », she asks. -Well, he replies, you know that dinner that Mama and Papa went to ? I think I know why they didn’t bring me and I feel bad about it.

Although Sana would very much appreciate it if no mention of this dinner were made ever again, she answers « Uh uh, what is this reason then ? ». Her nephew looks up at her as she sits on the side of the bed « You know that the neighbours invited Mama and Papa because their cousin has come to live with them ? » Oh, she knows ! She knows with every fibre of her being that Maria’s cousin is in the apartment on the other side of the entrance door. She’s painfully aware of it. « Well, I think that maybe they didn’t bring me because yesterday I broke a vase, remember ? And so they didn’t want me to meet the cousin and make a bad impression because I don’t behave well when they are too many people around me because I get excited and also Maria said she was making a chocolate cake and I love chocolate cake ! I just wished I could have told them how well I was going to behave and how the cousin would have loved me ! Don’t you think he would have loved me ? »

« Who wouldn’t love you ? You’re the best little boy on the planet ! » And the cousin loved kids anyway so of course he would have loved her nephew, he was so good with kids she remembers. « The real reason why they didn’t bring you is because they’re going to be out until late which is not good for a little boy so don’t you worry any more and go to sleep now. »

She closes the door behind her as she leaves his room, wondering how it was possible that the sound of her heartbeat didn’t put him off sleep even more as it seems to be banging as loud as a drum in her ears. Sana leans on the wall repeating to herself that it’s no good to be so affected by the simple mention of him-without even his name said out loud !-, that it’s all in the past now and that there’s no point in her being emotionally compromised by something that happened so long ago and probably means nothing to anyone (especially him) any more. She goes back to reading her book, focusing on getting her mind off of the dinner happening on the other side of the building. She scolds herself for reading the same sentence ten times as she was picturing the laughter and conversation around the dinner table, as she was picturing him, smiling, laughing, talking...She tosses her book aside and turns on the television, getting lost in a random episode of a random tv show where people’s life are at stakes and much more complicated than her own plain one.

It happens the next day. The thing she’s been dreading and - although she would never admit it to herself- expecting for years.

It’s around four in the afternoon when Sana , who is playing with her nephew in his room , having picked him from school after work, hears voices in the living room. The unexpected voices, one of whom is her brother’s, peak her nephew’s interest and he drags her into the living room. She barely manages to grab her scarf and wrap it quickly around her head with her free hand before they find her brother and two men standing in the living room. She hears the man on her brother’s left greeting her warmly but she barely manages to answer anything else than a weak hello without even looking in his direction. The man on the right is taking up all her attention . He hasn’t changed much, she thinks. Different haircut, different outfit but same eyes and face and height and hands and stance and everything else. She suddenly feels smaller face to face with him. It seems surreal that he could be here, in her brother’s living room. Handsome and wonderful as ever. Standing in front of her, looking at her as though he had never met her before.

Yousef. Her first love . The one whose heart she broke. 

Read the whole story (yes the whole 5 chapters mess of it) on AO3

Side-note: the girls squad isn't in this fic because it was too complicated for me to make them fit into the persuasion story so let's just imagine that they're away for work or something but still very much great friends. 

also realistic timeline? don’t know her? 

lots of details not explained properly? I know her.

[yuki-d-raizel-blog]

Believe Me

Chapter 4/??

Relationship: Rin x Reader (Your/Name) , (Full/Name)

Summit: Inside the class there was the same confusion of always, Rin and Bon were fighting over something stupid, Shima and Konekomaru were trying to stop them while Shiemi and Izumo were laughing for the scene. Everything was as always. Until the bell rang. The Exwires notice that the professor was late, but nobody knew why. When the door opened… A new student arrived to the True Cross Academy. She’s smart and strong, still a quiet and solitary person. Moved by a strange feeling, Rin would like to know her, help her if he can but nobody would think that that student was someone so… special.

--- 

Mephisto and Yukio walk in and notice your presence right away. You’re alone, curled up in the corner. You don’t wear a suit, anything that can be comfortable for the lesson.

“She’ll skip again.” thinks Yukio staring at you, “We will be on mission soon, I need to see what she can do.”

The students come out with their suits and sit on the ground, waiting for instructions. Rin and Shiemi notice that you’re somehow sad, but something is blocking them to come near and talk to you. Shura arrives with a loud hi, and runs straight to Mephisto and Yukio asking the topics of the day. The two men say that today you must do something in a way or an another, so the woman comes into action.

<<(F/N).>> she’s calling you, <<Why don’t you ever do gymnastics? These lessons are also important, they’re part of your training.>>  

“What a pain is this bitch.” you stand up and go near the edge of the zone where all the students wait, <<I’ve never said that these lessons are useless, ma’am. My behavior will affect my grades, I’m aware of it, but I still don’t care. Please start->>

<<What are you afraid of (Y/N)-san?>> Mephisto walks toward you, <<Please tell me.>>

<<…I don’t want to hurt anyone. My powers are powerful, I could hurt my classmates or teachers.>>

<<I’m here for this (Y/N)-san.>> the director won’t give up, <<Do you have your weapons with you? And->>

<<Of course I have my swords.>> you’ve understand that against that man you can’t win with words, <<But can I join the lesson even with my battle outfit?>>

<<I don’t mind. Please go and change yourself. We’ll wait for you.>>

“Another pain in the ass. Ah, why am I here with these people by the way?” <<Yes sir.>>

 After a while, all eyes are laid on your darkish clothes. Your arms are full of black bandages, from fingers to shoulders, a scarf hides the neck, and your swords are laid on your left side. They look like katanas, and their colors are so bright. The first one is painted in a deep blue with beautiful silver decorations. It has the hilt covered with fabric to make it more resistant during the future battles. The second one is colored with a bright white, golden refinements and some pendants hanging on its hilt. At each step, the swords fit perfectly your curves and resonate with each other with an hypnotic sound.

<<Now that (Y/N)-san is back, we’ll start the lesson.>> Yukio takes a few steps forward to have the attention of the class, <<First, choose a partner to deal the following tests.>>

You’re are ready to do the whole training by yourself, but Rin pats your shoulder.

<<Do you want to pair with me?>> he’s asking with his usual and cheerful smile.

<<….You’re not mad?>>

<<Mh?>> he sits next to you, <<Should I?>>

<<I thought you were angry for what happened before.>> you look away, you don’t want to show this side of you to anyone, especially to him, <<If I did something wrong, tell me. I’ll apologize.>>

<<You didn’t, stupid. You protected me, why I should be mad at you? You were cool, and I’m thankful to you. You’re the first one who took quickly my defense despite knowing who I am. Aren’t you afraid of me?>>

<<That’s my line.>> the girl replies with a forced smile, <<If I’m not a problem, I’ll gladly accept your offer.>>

<<Really?! Yay!>> Rin approaches your face with happy eyes, <<When lessons are over, do you want to come to my dorm? I’d like to end today’s explanations and if you could help me with my homework. A-am I asking too much?>>

<<Haha, are you serious?>> you laugh at his invitation, <<Why you asked me that so politely? Of course, I help you, don’t worry.>>

“Her laugh is so cute! I made her laugh… I want do it again and again!”

<<But can I come in?>> you questioned a little embarrassed, <<It’s a male dorm after all.>>

<<Ah don’t worry, in that building there are only me and Yukio.>>

<<I see. Then it’s a deal.>> when you two finished to whisper, Shura explains the lesson.

<<Boys, listen to me! You’ll do a hurdle race against each other. You can use whatever you take advantage of. The first who will reach the end, will be the winner.>> pressing a switch, the arena is turned into a hurdles track. There are walls, balance and agility tests, puddles…

<<Then everyone, these are the matches! Ein, zwei, drei!>> a pink smoke comes out from Mephisto’s hat and shows the matches. You and Rin are the last ones and your opponents are Bon and Izumo.

Professors are noting down everyone’s abilities, lacks, strength and the time spent to reach the end. After a pressing waiting, finally it’s your turn. With a deep breath, you and your teammate set to the starting line. Rin quickly notices that you’re very uneasy.

<<Don’t worry, I won’t pull out my sword.>> he says a bit worried, <<We can do it!>>

<<Do you trust me?>> you asked with a strange aura around, <<I want you to use your flame on me.>>

<<W-what?! Hell no!>>

<<Believe me. Everything will be fine.>> you take his hand, feeling something inside you, “His hand is big and so warm. I was right, he’s a good person. I like him- WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST-?!”

<<A-are you sure (Y/N)?>> he’s ready to accept your idea, but he doesn’t want to hurt you.

<<Yeah. I trust you Rin, and I’m not afraid of you or your powers. So, let me use them. Will you let me do it? If you don’t, I won’t push you.>>

“She’s not afraid of my powers…? This girl is really something… I can’t lose or I’ll never win her heart!” <<I got it. Please be careful, ok?>>

<<Ready? GO!>>

The four students start running to the first obstacle, and Izumo immediately attacks with her foxes. The two creatures stop as soon as you reach out to your sword, and decide to hit you with something else that isn’t their body. A white tornado walks towards you, but for the blackish girl isn’t a problem at all. Swinging with her swords, the mass of air dissolves into nothingness, leaving everyone astonished.

<<Wow… How she did that?>> Rin keeps running after you, he never thought you were so powerful.

<<Don’t lose concentration!>> you bite your finger and paint a piece of paper put in your forearm bandages, <<Rin, get ready!>> from the paper overflow a strong smell of sulfur. From the dense clouds, three ugly dogs come out, attack and defeat Uke and Mike very quickly.

Shura and Yukio have wide open eyes.

<<Did she summon three Naberius at once?! Are you kidding me?!>> exclaims the woman, while Yukio is still looking at all your moves.

<<She’s smart, has good agility and excellent grades.>> he says, <<I didn’t expect anything less from her.>>

<<But instead, you’ll have to recap Okumura-sensei.>> Mephisto’s words are the fuse for victory, <<Haha, (Y/N) is different from anyone. She can even beat you two at once. If she fights alone, is quite strong. Almost like a ferocious beast.>>

Bon defeats the Naberius with sutras, but this is exactly what you wanted.

<<Rin, now!>> moving aside all his insecurities, he pulls out his sword, releasing his powers.

<<You two, sto->>

<<Please do not interfere.>> the principal blocks the two teachers, <<She knows what she’s doing and the young boy trusts her. I’m here in any case, so do not worry.>>

The last obstacle is that huge wall. Nobody can overcome it with a single and simple jump… You understand that since you saw it.

“It will be difficult since I’ve never fought with someone… I hope he gets my hint.” you two stop right away, this time, Izumo e Bon are cooperating. Rin lowers the blade, he doesn’t want to use it against his friends, so you move in between to protect him, <<Come on chicken head! Show me what you can do!>>

<<Stop call me like that, damn it!>> Bon charges but with a groundbreaking kick, you put him on the floor in a moment, <<Fuck! Again?!>>

<<Haha, you’re quite an idiot, aren’t ya?>> with a very quick sprint, you’re in front of Izumo who doesn’t understand how can you move so fast, <<And you’re too selfish.>> a movement of a true master of weapons, destroys Izumo’s evocation circles in thousand pieces.

Both disarmed, they try to assault Rin aware that he’ll never face them with his powers. You run to his side and with a powerful kick to Bon’s face, you send him towards Izumo, and they both fall into a puddle.

<<Fuckin’ morons.>>

“Wow, the hell was that?! So freacking strong! I want to learn those moves! All of them!” Rin approaches you with an high-five, and with a smile he asks what he supposes to do now.

<<Okay, touch my blades.>> you close his Kurikara between your swords and slowly concentrate on them, <<Don’t be afraid of hurting me. Your flames are telling me your feelings. Relax a bit more.>>

<<Y-you can talk with flames?>>

<<Haha, no idiot!>> you laugh and open one eyes for reassure him, <<Believe me. We’ll win this round.>>

“She’s so relaxing… All my fears are quickly fading away…” the fire that used to burn violently, is now tamed and burn slowly, <<And now?>>

<<Image they’re moving on my blades.>> you say with a calm voice, you don’t want to rush things, he can take all the time he needs, <<After that, we’ll destroy the wall that blocks our path.>>

“I can go everywhere with (Y/N) by my side. She’s not scared by my powers, for her I’m important even if I’m half-demon. She’s beautiful, smart, kind and strong. I can do it! I won’t hurt her, she can accept my true self…”

Slowly, blue flames surround you, burning aggressively. A bluish light illuminates the room, and with a smile, you both move away by separating your own weapons.

<<You must be joking!>> everyone is paralyzed, how can a human have Satan’s flame and doesn’t get hurt? It’s not possible!

<<I don’t believe it…>> Yukio moves a step forward to see you and Rin better, <<She’s controlling the flames?! Impossible!>>

<<Hahahaha she’s wonderful!>> Mephisto laughs with excitement, <<She’s a flower bloomed during a bloody war. To survive, she has learned to not depend on others, and for that reason she was excluded from everyone. Her strength was born from the desperate desire to live and find what she was looking for.>>

---Continue...

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

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Commento del gioco “Eden”

1. Something isn't right today. You don't know what it is.

But you do have a feeling.  --> Ho un presentimento strano

2-You have this strange and eerie feeling SOMETHING is going to happen, but you have no idea what it is.

That is, until…. --> Continuo ad avere un certo presentimento e cerco di capire meglio

3.That is until your supervisor shows you the lab's new specimen. "We're not sure what it is," he says. "But it can't be human."

You take a look. --> Osservo ciò che ho davanti

4.You take a look at the specimen and try to conceal your horror. "Are you sure it isn't human?" you ask. Your supervisor just shrugs. "Keep an eye on it," he says. "I'll be back in a few minutes." Then, save for the "specimen" in the holding cell, he leaves you all alone.

You feel conflicted. --> Mi sento in conflitto con me stessa 

5. The creature in the cage looks like a person to you. Different, perhaps, but either human or so close that it hardly matters. The creature in the cage looks like a person to you. Different, perhaps, but either human or so close that it hardly matters. "What's your name?" you ask, hands curled around the bars. The specimen... no the prisoner wearily shakes their head.

You decide to rescue the prisoner --> Scelgo di salvare il prigioniero perché non mi sembra cattivo

No. It's safer to keep your distance.

6. You whisper to the prisoner, "I'm going to rescue you." The prisoner stares, disbelieving, and asks, "Why would you do this for me?" This person speaks perfect English, albeit with a curious accent you've never heard before. "Because it's the right thing to do," you say.

Let's get out of here.  --> Convinco il prigioniero ad uscire dalla cella

7. Your supervisor's been careless. He left his cell keys on the table. Your hands are shaking as you fumble with them, searching for the right-numbered one. Aha!

We're outta here. --> Siamo riusciti ad uscire

8. This rescue is going surprisingly well, and it looks like no one's around. You take the prisoner's hand and...

and…. --> Cerco di capire cosa sta succedendo

9. You don't know where the guards came from. They shoot you both dead.

--> What a gruesome end. --> Siamo morti entrambi 

10. You've had the same dream for three nights in a row. (Well, actually, the last three mornings since you're on the night shift.) It never ends quite the same. Maybe you're just THAT depressed your vacation is ending now. Anyway, it's time to get ready. Who do you see in the mirror?

I'm a woman. --> Scelgo di essere una donna perché riesco meglio ad immedesimarmi nelle scelte da fare

I'm a man.

I'm neither, actually.

11. I need to get more rest, you think. You shower, you groom, you dress, you grab breakfast.

Time to face the day. --> Incomincio la mia giornata lavorativa

12. You get to work on time like you always do. After all, getting ahead takes making a good impression. Though the "good impression" you've left on some, you could do without.

Hang up your coat. --> mi tolgo il cappotto

13. You put away your coat and purse and head for lab A-3. As usual, that Aaron guy chases you down to make smalltalk and say how he loves your hair. You don't like him, honestly, but you try to be polite. So, you smile and nod and say "Gotta go" as soon as you get the chance.

So, what's up? --> mi sento stanca dalla routine quotidiana.

14. When you get to lab A-3, almost no one is there. You ask an acquaintance named Kyra, "What's going on?" She tells you, "Check B-2. While you were gone, they brought in a real, live alien and everyone wants a look.". "Are you sure it's all right?" you ask. She says, "It's fine. I'll cover for you. Besides, Jones is there and he wants to see you." Jones being your supervisor, who's called you "brilliant" before.

Go to Lab B-2 --> sta succedendo qualcosa e vado verso il laboratorio

15. Phones aren't allowed in the basement labs, so you leave yours in your mini-locker. You go to lab B-2, where they keep the most secret of secrets—even for this place. You only earned clearance a week ago and you're eager to see what's inside. You swipe your card through scanner. The door unlocks. You go inside. You notice there's a card reader inside the room as well—likely an added precaution to help keep whatever's in here from escaping. Everyone is "Ooh"ing and "Aaah"ing over the new specimen that's in the cell in the corner. You nudge your way through the crowd and... and....

Oh my God. --> sono preoccupata perché ho appena visto…

16. Huddled behind those cold steel bars is the most beautiful creature. Beautiful... and if not human, close enough that it hardly matters. You're absolutely haunted by this creature... no, this person's mournful eyes. The captive is wearing loose gray prison clothes—pants and a short-sleeved shirt. You believe this ethereal being....

Is male.

Is female.

Is neither. --> scelgo che non sia nessuno dei due perché voglio portare avanti la mia immaginazione.

Is MESMERIZING. You'll work out the details later.

17. This person is pure androgynous perfection, beyond all the standard distinctions. "What... how...?" you ask Jones. It's difficult right now to voice coherent thoughts. Luckily, he knows what you mean. "We're calling it Eden, Jones replies. "Agents discovered it three days ago in a field not far from here, captured it and brought it in for study. We believe it's an alien life form." "Can they speak?" "It seems physically capable of speech, but we don't know its language. And that's why I wanted to see you."

Why me? --> mi sento importante, cerco di capire perchè ha scelto me

18. "Why me?" you "Why me?" you ask. "Several of us have tried already, but the creature won't respond. Essentially, it's your turn." As good an answer as any. You kneel in front of Eden's cell. "Hello," you say quietly so as not to frighten them. "You probably don't understand me, but... I'm not here to hurt you." Send them away, whispers a gentle voice in your mind. Please. Send them away. You blink in surprise since it isn't your voice. It must belong to Eden. It sounds....

Exactly like you'd expect. --> dall’aspetto che questa creatura ha, la sua voce me la immaginavo proprio così.

Different somehow.

19. Their voice sounds exactly like you'd expect: calming like autumn rain.

But back to Eden's request --> sto vagando nei pensieri, ma torno a concentrarmi

20. Eden asked you to clear the room. You look back and say, "Eden is telepathic. They asked me to ask everyone else to leave." Silence. The other scientists exchange puzzled looks and mumurs about the brain scans they took and how they were "different" from a human's. "All right," Jones says. "But I want a full report on your findings."

Now, it's time to talk to Eden. --> dopo esser riuscita a fare uscire tutti dalla stanza, siamo solo io e Eden.

21. You ask Eden:

Where are you from?

Why are you here?

Why did you pick ME?

Eden, how are you feeling? --> scelgo questa domanda per mettere a proprio agio la creatura, cercando di immedesimarmi in essa.

Can you tell me your real name?

22. You ask Eden gently, "Eden, how are you feeling?" Eden stares at you for a long time. "You're the first one here to ask me that sincerely," they say softly. Their eyes are shining with tears. "Thank you. I am.... I've been better."

Ask more questions. --> sono contenta della risposta, quindi continuo a fare altre domande.

23. You ask Eden:

Where are you from?

Why are you here?

Why did you pick ME? --> voglio sapere perché ha scelto me.

Eden, how are you feeling? (Already asked)

Can you tell me your real name?

-Or-

That's enough questions for now.

24. You ask Eden, "Why did you choose to talk to me?" Eden says, "Give me your hand." You do. Then, they answers you. I sensed you were different from the others. That maybe... you might help me.

Ask more questions? --> scelgo di saperne di più

That's enough questions for now.

25. You ask Eden:

Where are you from?

Why are you here?

Why did you pick ME? (Already asked)

Eden, how are you feeling? (Already asked)

Can you tell me your real name? --> cerco di indagare sulla sua identità

-Or-

That's enough questions for now.

26. You say, "I'm sure your real name isn't Eden. That's just the name they gave you. If it's all right, could you tell me your real name?" Eden smiles. "Maybe later. But not yet."

Ask more questions?

-Or-

That's enough questions for now. --> capisco che non vuole svelare troppo cose e quindi decido di fermarsi con le domande.

27. You and Eden both are silent for a while. You feel sorry for their being held captive like this, but what can YOU do? You're not in charge of anything here., and you feel horrible for what they must be going through. How can anyone approve of keeping this gentle, intelligent person as a thing to experiment on?

Try to console Eden.

Try to reach Eden with your thoughts. --> cerco di capire i pensieri di Eden per scavare più a fondo per ciò che sta provando.

28. Since Eden can reach you mind-to-mind, you decide to see if it can work the other way. With all your concentration, you think, Eden. Can you hear me Eden answers, Yes. Is there anything you can tell me that might help me get you out of here? Things you've noticed? Certain abilities you have? Eden says, If I'm close enough, I can "communicate" with technology and alter it with my mind. I can do it most accurately with things I'm actually touching. I can sense the presence of other living beings. And I doubt they've found my ship since it was cloaked when I left it. If I could use something as a tracking device, I could find my way back to it. Do they know what you can do? They only know about my telepathy. And that's only because of today. Hmm.

Figure out your next steps. --> decido di andare fino in fondo.

You're having second thoughts.

29. You and Eden work out a plan. Communicating mind-to-mind makes it go by quickly. Eden's technomancy skills can turn your card into a master key. They can likely disable security cameras and alarms as well, provided they can get close enough—and in very little time since destruction takes a lot less nuance than recreation. (You're glad they haven't tried that with the lock on they cell. Cell locks STAY locked if they're tampered with at all.) Also, perhaps most importantly, they can reconfigure any smartphone locate their ship. Since the cell has a keycard lock (located across the room and out of Eden's range), freeing them won't be a problem. The problem is that after that, you need to get them out of the building without getting caught. First, though, you take out your keycard so Eden can work their magic. You do your best to keep it hidden from camera view, knowing there's one behind you pointed directly at the cell. It's done, Eden says after a minute or so. It can open any electronic lock now. You put the card back in your lab coat pocket. Now, you can free Eden. But first....

You need to get your smartphone.

No, Nab a phone on the way out. --> Prenderò un telefono non appena uscirò.

30. It’s better to nab a phone on the way out. The coast is clear right now and you don't know when or if you'll see Eden alone again. Presently, Eden seems very focused on the camera on the wall. Trying to connect with it, maybe...? Anyway, you tell Eden, I'm going to unlock your cell. Then, you can disable the camera and get out. Eden says, All right.

It's Showtime. --> che il piano abbia inizio.

31. Quickly and subtly, you unlock Eden's cell and walk to the door, waiting for Eden to take care of the camera. You hear an odd crackling sound; the room's lights flicker into darkness and the emergency lights near the floor come on. You reopen the lab door with your keycard. A peek into the hall confirms that power has gone out. It might be overkill, but it's useful overkill. Regular staff will be leaving now. However, with such a suspicious outage (and perhaps suspicious camera footage), it seems like a sure thing they'll be sending in some guards to investigate. Once you've confirmed the coast is clear, you tell Eden, "Let's go." But since you didn't get your phone, you still need to grab one on the way out of this place. Time is of the essence, especially if you alert the guards.

Rush ahead while it looks clear.

Better to be cautious. --> bisogna proseguire con calma per non farsi beccare

32. It's a good thing you held back. A guard just rounded the corner. Get back in, you tell Eden. I'll hide behind that counter and 

HOPE he doesn't come in. --> speriamo di farcela.

33. The guard walks into the room. He sees Eden is still in their cell (but hasn't noticed it's unlocked) and hasn't spotted you yet. So, what now? Every option has its risks....

Make a break for it with Eden

Keep hiding --> continuo a mantenere attivo il piano.

Grab that digital scale from off the counter just in case

34. You decide to keep hiding and hope for the best. Then, the guard squints at the green light that shows Eden's cell is unlocked. He reaches for both his keycard and a gun.

Grab the scale

You and Eden RUN --> è arrivato il momento di scappare!

35. Suddenly, you hear a gunshot and a bullet rips right through you. You don't want to look; your hand drifts to chest. When you pull your hand away, you see that it's covered in blood. With your final breaths, you beg for Eden to keep running. You know you won't survive. But maybe Eden can be free.

And that's how it ends. 

You received the secret ending:“Sacrifice."

COMMENTO FINALE:

Il finale è negativo, perché Eden è morto, ma non è del tutto negativo perché Eden si è sacrificato per me e quindi sono riuscita a trasmettergli amore e fiducia. Penso che non sarei arrivata ad un finale positivo, perché avrei dovuto voltare le spalle alla creatura e trattarla come ogni essere umano presente, quindi sono contenta delle scelte fatte e di averci provato.