#Lived it everybody was amazing I will forever cherish it in my heart

[sandinthepipes]

I don't understand people who throw a tantrum over any Arthurian media with black people.

There is a new netflix show where I think Arthur????? Is portrayed by a black actor. You know, a person who's job is to portray something they're not? And I heard a looot of things

Like immagine how few problems in life you must have to get annoyed that in a media with a fake world, in a fake kingdom where magic and dragons exist, you are distressed that black people are just people.

Is somebody forcing you to watch this show? Did they kidnap you and tied you to a chair and taped your eyeballs open in front of a TV with that show on?

[horrorchicxoxo]

Wedded Bliss

Navi!Quaritch x Human!Fem!Reader

Summary: You marry the love of your life, Na’vi!Quaritch, and enjoy a night of ecstasy.

Warnings: Fluff/Smut, just an amazing night with your love.

Notes: It will be a small ceremony, so it doesn't drag on.

Today was the big day.

You were marrying the love of your life.

You gazed into the forest, admiring the beautiful scenery when Wainfleet poked his head into the room.

"You ready?" he grinned.

"Yes," you replied, sharing a small smile back.

"Let's go."

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You laced your arm with around Wainfleet's as sweeping music started to play. The curtains were drawn back to reveal you, and then you began to walk down the aisle. As you made your way down, you peered dreamily into your husband-to-be's face. When his eyes fell upon you, you could see small tears making their way down his strong cheeks. You smiled shyly, stepping closer and closer. Finally, you made it to him, taking his hand.

"You look absolutely beautiful," he whispered.

"Thank you, my love," you said back, giving him a beaming smile. With that, the officiant began the ceremony.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here today to join this man and woman together in holy matrimony. They will read out their vows with Mr. Quaritch going first."

You looked back from the officiant to Miles as he began to talk.

"Darlin’, from the first time I laid eyes on you, I knew you were the one for me. You've always shown yourself to be both caring and strong. That’s what has drawn me to you since the beginning. You’re absolutely amazing and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Tears began to fall onto your cheeks as the officiant turned towards you.

��Now, the bride will say hers.”

You took a moment to breathe in deeply, then you began.

“Miles, you have shown me what I’ve always l wanted in a partner. Someone who is willing to fight for the people closest to him, to protect them, no matter what it takes. You have made me the happiest woman in the world and I’m looking forward to forever with you.”

A prideful smile spread across Mile’s face, taking in every word that came out your mouth. Once you were finished, the officiant had the rings brought forth.

You grabbed the ring for Miles and held it and Miles did the same with his.

Miles, do you take this bride to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to love and cherish her, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, for better for worse, and forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her, for so long as you both shall live?

“I do.”

Bride, do you take Miles to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to love and cherish him, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, for better for worse, and forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto him, for so long as you both shall live?

With a smile, you softly said your answer.

“I do.”

Slipping the rings on the other’s finger, you then joined hands.

“By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

With that, Miles brought his palms to your cheeks, with you resting your hands on top. He brought his face down to you, giving you a passionate kiss. Everyone cheered and whooped for the both of you. You both have each other small pecks and rested your foreheads against each other.

“I love you, my beautiful wife."

“I love you too, my handsome husband.”

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The reception had been a blast. Everybody had so much fun dancing and giving speeches. Miles was a little nervous to hear Lyle’s speech, but thankfully, it was kept appropriate. The first dance you had as husband and wife was incredibly emotional. You danced to Perfect by Ed Sheeran, a song that you and your new husband had always kept close to your hearts. After a while, the party started to wide down. Each member of the party then stood outside as you both got ready to get into the limo and head to the hotel. As the two of you walked out, you both were showered with beautiful flowers and cheers from your family and friends. Ever such a gentleman, Miles opened the door for you,

"After you, my dear."

Smiling, you gave him a big peck on the lips and got into the vehicle, with him following suit.

With that, the drive to the hotel began. On the way, all you could think about was what would happen as soon as you passed over the threshold.

You were a little nervous since this would be your first time, but you had faith that everything would be okay.

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As you made your way to the hotel, Miles could not keep his big blue hands off you. He was such a tease, making you giggle while also keeping an eye on the driver to make sure he wasn't getting an eyeful.

Soon, you made it to the hotel. You walked in, with congratulations from the hotel staff being sent your way. When you made it to the elevator, you quickly pulled him in, with him having to duck to avoid hitting his head. You tugged him down and started to sloppily kiss him. He gave an initial grunt of surprise, but he immediately melted into it seconds later.

As you kissed, the elevator stopped on your floor and the doors opened. Without warning, Miles detached his lips from yours and growled deep in his throat as he began to bridal carry you to the suite. You squealed and giggled as he began to make his way to the room. The door had already been left open to help and he was able to easily duck and carry you over.

Once inside, he turned around and locked the door. He turned back around and looked you up and down.

"Come here, pretty girl."

As soon as the words left his mouth, you swayed over to him.

Once you were standing in front of him, he kneeled down and began to undress you. He slowly slipped the shoulders of your dress down, further and further until it pooled at your feet. You stepped out of it, kicking it to the side. You returned the favor, stripping him of his suit. After you both were completely bare, you backed up and laid on the bed, and while giving a seductive smirk, mirrored his words to you from earlier.

"Come here, big boy."

A feral grin spread across his face, crawling over to you, his tail swinging back and forth. He put both his huge hands on your knees, spreading your legs apart, exposing you to him.

"My wife is already wet for me. I can't believe you're this worked up already. Let me take care of you, baby girl."

With that, you watched as he stuck out his tongue and licked a fat stripe all the way up your pussy. His tongue completely enveloped you, so warm and wet. You mewled at this sensation, reaching down and grabbing what you could of his hair, careful to avoid pulling his queue. The feeling spurred him on, devouring every inch of you he could get to. Soon, a weird feeling started to pool within your belly. As soon as you could register what you were feeling, the heat you were feeling inside you exploded. Your legs began to shake, and you moaned uncontrollably, your hips lifting off the bed. Miles laid his palm over your lower stomach to keep you grounded while you rode out your first orgasm. He gave you a few more licks before he met your eyes.

"Delicious," he said, licking his lips, a small burp slipping past his lips.

“Excuse you,” You scolded playfully. “Did I really taste that good?”

“Like sweet, sweet honey, baby.” He purred.

You smirked and watched as he started to climb onto the bed.

"Since this is your first time, I want you to have control. Come get on my lap and ride me, baby."

He proceeded to lie on his back, his arms resting behind his head. You sat up, got on your knees, and straddled him. You lifted yourself up so that he could line himself up with you.

"If it hurts too much, tell me and I'll stop. I love you so much."

"I love you, too, my sweet husband."

Slowly, you began to lower yourself onto him. A burning sensation ripped through you, causing you to hiss.

"Move when you're ready, baby girl."

You nodded and placed both your palms on his chest, followed by his hands resting on your ass cheeks. You stayed this way until the feeling went away. Once it was gone, you started to bounce up and down. You moaned and squealed, the unique feeling spreading across your body like fire. He guided you, lifting his hips up to meet you halfway. The sounds of skin on skin began to fill the room, getting louder and louder as he went faster.

"Do you like that, baby? Am I giving it to you good?"

You could hardly speak, managing to mewl out a small "yes" when you could catch your breath.

He continued to keep the pace, until you felt that same sensation again.

"Honey--I-think-- I'm about to--,"

"Let go and kiss me, baby."

You leaned forward, kissing him. As your tongues danced together, you came hard, squirting all over him. He guided you through your orgasm, with him following soon after.

You rolled off of him once he calmed down, completely worn out. After a minute or two, he got up to go to the bathroom. He came back with a wet rag and cleaned you up. After he was done, he came back to the bed and got underneath the covers. He reached his hand out to you and you took it, joining him beneath the sheets. You rested your head on his chest, tracing patterns across the stripes with your finger. After bathing in the afterglow of your union, he looked down at you.

"How was it?" he cooed.

"Absolutely amazing, Here's to forever, my love."

You leaned up to kiss him, once again resting your forehead against his.

"Let's get some shut-eye, princess."

You nodded and rested your head on his chest once again.

Once you were comfortable, he wrapped his arms around you and rested his cheek against the top of your head.

It wasn’t long before soft snores filled the room, the clothes on the floor a reminder of your amazing night.

[holdmeclosertinytaron]

RHW: Epilogue

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PLEASE READ: The day is here. Right Here, Waiting is officially over. It's been a ride, to say the least. I've laughed and I've cried, but I've enjoyed every single minute of it. @brayndilyn and I turned a tiny little idea into something that I am infinitely proud of. Her love, support and help has been amazing and this story has given me a friend that I will cherish forever, so thank you, B!

You may notice that this epilogue is set on the 5th of August, 2023...TODAY. I wanted to do something fun and cool and having the story end on the day that it ends just seemed so fitting. I hope you enjoy the epilogue as much as you've loved the rest of the story. I'm off on a little hiatus now but I'll be back soon.

Word Count: 6.4k

Warnings: PURE FLUFF

August 5th, 2023

After a wet July filled with continuous torrential downpours, August brought with it the promise of the sunshine that everybody craved. Taron and Liliana had quickly escaped the hustle and bustle of London at the first sign of sun to spend the week in Aberystwyth with their family. 

Liliana was excited to spend Matilda’s twelfth birthday with her. Matilda had started high school in September and had been so busy that Liliana hadn’t been able to spend as much time with her as she would have liked. Having a week to see her as often as she liked made her insides jump with excitement. 

The second day they were in Wales, it was a warm Saturday morning and Liliana woke up before Taron. He nestled into her back with his nose tucked into the back of her neck. Liliana lay in bed for a little while after she’d woken up just to enjoy Taron’s touch on her skin, but when she grew a little too warm, she climbed out and pulled on some leggings. 

Tina was already downstairs when Liliana slipped into the living room, and she turned her attention away from the TV to smile at Liliana. 

‘Good morning, honey. Sleep well?’ 

Liliana nodded. ‘I did, thank you. Taron’s still sleeping but I don’t think it’ll be too long until he’s awake.’ 

‘You came downstairs,’ Tina chuckled. ‘I give him a solid fifteen minutes before he comes in here looking for you.’ 

‘I was going to say more like ten. I had to try so hard to pull myself away from him. I’m going to go make a cup of coffee. Would you like one?’ 

Tina shook her head softly and held her mug up. ‘I’ve got one already, lovely. Thank you though. I’ll come and chat to you in the kitchen, I’ve had a bit of an idea I want to run by you.’ 

Liliana walked through to the kitchen with Tina close behind her. She’d been at Tina’s house overnight countless times in the almost eighteen months that she and Taron had been together, but it wasn’t until that morning that she realised just how at ease she was there. 

She didn’t feel the need to tiptoe everywhere she went in fear of making too much noise with her steps. She didn’t stop in doorways to listen and make sure that nobody was in a room before she entered. 

And she felt completely free to make herself a drink or get something to eat without having to ask or feel like a burden. She let out a shaky breath as she grabbed the mug that Tina had bought specifically for her, and she blinked back tears. 

‘So this plan?’ Liliana said to try and distract herself from the emotions racing through her. 

Tina settled herself on one of the dining chairs and watched Liliana glide around the kitchen effortlessly. ‘I was thinking, because the sun has finally decided to make an appearance and because I want to celebrate getting to spend the entire week with my two oldest babies, what if we have a barbecue this afternoon?’ 

Liliana’s heart swelled at Tina calling her one of her babies, and she turned to her with an emotional smile. ‘That sounds really lovely. Taron and I could go to the shops if you needed? It wouldn’t be a bother.’ 

‘No, it’s okay,’ Tina insisted. ‘If you’re okay to watch the girls for me, I’ll go. Plus, if I’m being completely honest, I need Taron to clean the barbecue before we use it.’ 

Liliana let out a small chuckle. ‘I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to do that. I ought to be making him a drink too, huh? Considering it’s been five minutes since I got downstairs.’ 

‘It might be a good idea. Do you think Eliza would be okay with Matilda coming around today? She could spend the night too, if she’d like.’ 

The corners of Liliana’s lips curled up into a grin as she nodded her head. ‘That would be amazing. Thank you, Tina. But please let me give you some money towards the food and anything extra. It’s the least I can do for everything you’ve done for Taron and me recently.’ 

Tina shook her head firmly. ‘Nope. I won’t take money from you, Lili. It’s what family does.’ 

‘Exactly. Family helps each other out. Let me give you the money for the crisps and things at least then.’ 

‘Liliana Esme,’ Tina chastised lightly. Liliana looked down sheepishly and it took her a short while to finally look back up at Tina. 

‘Sorry.’ 

Tina chuckled with a small wink. ‘There’s been this idea floating around in my head for a few months now but I didn’t know when, or how to bring it up in the best way.’ 

Liliana furrowed her brows as she put the used tea bag into the small caddy next to the kitchen. 

‘I love you just as much as I love Taron and the girls. If anything happened to you, I would be beside myself. You are amazing, and I wish you’d had the grown up you needed in your life when you were little. I’ve been thinking…if you feel comfortable enough, this is, that you could maybe call me mum? You absolutely do not have to, I just thought…oh I don’t even know, I just thought it might be nice.’ 

Liliana’s breath stopped momentarily as a rush of contrasting emotions filled her mind. Tina had been more like a mum to Liliana throughout her teenage years than Eliza had, and she’d accidentally slipped and called Tina ‘mum’ on a few occasions. But knowing that she had Tina’s blessing–that she would finally be able to call someone mum again, and knowing that she had a mum who loved her, it sent something weird zapping through her body and she couldn’t control the emotion as she wasn’t quite sure what it was. 

‘That’s truly only if you feel comfortable though,’ Tina continued. She could sense the difference in Liliana’s demeanour and wanted to diffuse anything before it got too bad and Liliana shut down. The last thing Tina wanted to do was upset Liliana. ‘I wouldn’t ever want you to do something that makes you feel uncomfortable. 

‘It’s just…I want you to have a mum that you feel safe with. I want you to have a mum that loves you how you deserve to be loved, because my god you deserve to be loved, Liliana. Anyway, would Matilda prefer hot dogs or beef burgers for the barbecue? I’ll be getting cheese and doing some fried onions. If she’s anything like you, I’ll be buying Tesco out of onions.’ 

Liliana breathed out a slightly teary laugh. She was thankful for the sudden change in subject. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to call Tina mum. If anything she would have loved to. There was just something holding her back. 

Things with Taron were perfect, to put it swiftly, but she knew just how quickly things changed in her life; how quickly things went bad. The last thing she wanted was for her to finally feel comfortable enough in a family for it all to be pulled from under her. It had happened before, and she swore that she wouldn’t let it happen again. 

‘You may need to buy Tesco out of onions. Chances are she’ll probably have one of each. She isn’t fussy, bless her. You could put any food in front of her and she would give it a go. I don’t know where she got that from, I was so fussy when I was younger.’ 

‘You weren’t fussy,’ Tina said seriously. ‘You just hadn’t had the chance to try a lot of foods when you were younger so you were nervous to sway away from what you knew. I never had an issue with you trying new things. But if she likes both, I’ll make sure there’s both. The girls are the same. I’ll get Taron to clean the barbecue when he comes downstairs and we’ll be good to go. I’m surprised he hasn’t come down yet, it’s been ten minutes.’ 

As if on cue, Taron strolled into the kitchen with his arms stretched above his head. He yawned as he made his way over to Tina to kiss her on the cheek. 

‘Morning, mam. I heard my name. What are you talking about me for?’ 

Tina looked at Liliana and they shook their heads simultaneously with small laughs that made Taron look between them with raised eyebrows. 

‘I bet I didn’t,’ he laughed as he stalked towards Liliana. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her lips gently. ‘You came downstairs without me.’ 

‘Unlike some, I wake up early and don’t want to spend all day in bed,’ Liliana chuckled playfully before she kissed Taron again quickly. ‘Your mum suggested that we have a barbecue this afternoon. We’re going to watch the girls while she runs to Tesco and I’m going to call Matilda soon and see if she wants to come. Eliza won’t have a problem with it.’ 

Taron twisted his body until his hips rested against the worktop. He wrapped an arm around Liliana’s waist and tucked her into his side before he grabbed her mug of coffee to steal some. 

‘Oi,’ Liliana chastised with wide eyes, ‘that’s mine, you bugger. There’s a mug behind you that I made for you.’ 

‘Yours always tastes nicer,’ Taron shrugged. ‘A barbecue sounds amazing though. Do you need me to clean it then, mam? It’s not been used for…I don’t even know how long. The chances are it’s a right mess and will need a good scrub.’ 

Tina licked her lips as she stood to put her empty mug in the sink next to Taron. ‘Funny you should ask,’ she said playfully. 

Taron shook his head in fake disbelief. ‘I knew I heard you talking about me. I’ll get it cleaned this morning for you so it can sit for a while before I light it. Can I put towards the shopping? I don’t like the idea of you buying everything.’ 

‘I already told Liliana that I won’t accept any money from the two of you for it. You are my babies and I want to treat you. Am I okay to leave the girls with you now? They’re due to be waking up soon but I have a feeling Tesco will be packed if I leave it much longer.’ 

‘That’s fine,’ Liliana said quietly before she leaned up to kiss Taron’s cheek. ‘I’m going to go and call Matilda. I’ll be right back, babe.’ 

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As Taron had thought, the barbecue was in need of a deep clean. It wouldn’t take much to get it clean but Taron got the power washer out to help speed things up. In a feeble attempt to stop his t-shirt from getting wet and dirty, he pulled it away from his body and threw it just inside the back door where it would be sage. 

While he cleaned, Liliana and the three young girls all laid out on blankets on the grass together. The three younger girls played on Taron’s Nintendo Switch while Liliana read a book. After working on her second book for so long, it was nice to read for pleasure rather than for work. She’d made sure to pack multiple books for their week away so that she wouldn’t run out of reading material. 

Liliana read her book until Taron rubbed his palms on the back of his jeans to dry them off somewhat. He’d distracted her so well that when Matilda scooted closer to her, she hadn’t flinched. It wasn’t until Matilda tapped her on the leg twice that Liliana diverted her attention away from her boyfriend to her little sister. 

‘Thank you for letting me come,’ Matilda said quietly while she hugged Liliana from the side. 

Liliana turned to her and smiled fondly. For all of their differences, they were still so alike. They had the same personality, and Liliana could feel the love that radiated from Matilda in the small moments. 

‘You are so welcome, Little Bug. Are you excited to start year eight in September? I can’t believe that you’re already in your second year of high school.’ 

‘I’m a little nervous. Year seven was fun but the teachers have said we’re really starting to get into things this next year.’ 

‘Year eight is a little harder than year seven.’ Liliana wasn’t the type of person to sugar coat anything when it came to Matilda. She wanted her to know that things could be hard, and then give her ways around making it easier. ‘But it will go by so fast and you are so smart that you won’t even be able to tell the difference. Before you know it, you’ll be in year eleven and doing your GCSEs. High school can be hard, and I don’t want you to let anybody tell you otherwise. 

‘And people can be awful, trust me on that one. But you are so headstrong, and so incredibly smart that I know you’re going to do amazing. If anybody starts to give you trouble–students or teachers–let me know. Taron and I went to that school and most of the teachers we had are still there and I can talk to them. Mr Francis, he could probably tell you some stories.’ 

‘He’s my English teacher!’ Matilda exclaimed happily. ‘He’s always really fun.’ 

‘That sounds like Mr Francis. He was Taron and me’s English teacher too. He caught us passing notes one day and I don’t think I will ever live that down.’ 

Matilda’s eyes widened in glee. ‘I’m going to ask him about you both in September. Hey, Lili? Do you think that you and Taron will ever get married?’ 

Liliana took a deep breath and moved her attention back to Taron. His back tensed as he cleaned and Liliana couldn’t help but want to run her hands down the length of it and let them settle just inside the waistband of his jeans. She shook her head before her daydream turned into something erotic and turned back to Matilda. 

She leaned in close and whispered, ‘I don’t know, Tilly, but I hope we do. I love him a helluva lot and it would be nice to be married to him.’ 

‘Would you have kids?’ 

‘I don’t know, Til. That’s something that Taron and I would have to talk about one day. Why? Do you want us to get married and have babies?’ 

Matilda nodded. ‘Yeah. I’ve always wanted a brother. And who doesn’t love babies?’ 

Liliana chuckled and hugged Matilda to her side. Though she kept her eyes on Taron. Matilda had planted a thought in Liliana’s mind and it had turned into a whole daydream about one day being able to call Taron her husband. The thought made her insides turn to mush and she couldn’t hold back the grin that took over her face. 

Unbeknownst to anyone else in the garden, Taron had heard Matilda’s question and had strategically taken a break from using the power washer in the hopes that he would hear how Liliana answered. Taron had known since March of the previous year that he wanted to spend the rest of his time on Earth with Liliana. 

In the April of 2022, he had designed and bought a ring that he hoped she would love, ready for whenever Liliana was comfortable enough to take the next step and solidify their relationship further. 

The past eighteen months had been utter bliss for Taron. He finally had the woman of his dreams and his best friend all rolled into one. But he knew that Liliana still faced her inner demons every day and he was willing to wait as long as she needed before he asked her the most important question. 

A couple of months after their trip to Scotland, Liliana had moved in with him and that was enough for Taron. Liliana was the first person he saw when he woke up, and the last person he saw when he went to bed. If they lived like that for the rest of their lives without the titles of husband and wife, he was sure that he wouldn’t have minded. 

Five months prior, when they celebrated their one year anniversary, he had casually brought up the idea of marriage but Liliana had been hesitant. She had drawn in on herself again and Taron knew that it was too much too soon. He apologised for bringing it up and made it up to her again and again that night, whispering sweet nothings into her ear continuously. 

He had hoped that the idea of marriage wouldn’t scare Liliana so much, and he’d come up with a tentative plan to propose to her in November. It would be the two year anniversary of when they reunited at Liliana’s first book launch. But Taron carried the ring with him wherever he went, more so that he didn’t forget where he had hidden it, but also because he was worried about how Liliana might react if she saw it. 

The second he heard Liliana tell Matilda that she wanted to marry him, he thanked his lucky stars that he’d taken the ring to Aberystwyth with him and that it was stashed in the bottom of his suitcase where there was no risk of Liliana coming across it. He decided to seize the moment, and a plan started to form in his head. 

Liliana and Matilda had continued to whisper while Taron had his epiphany, and luckily they hadn’t noticed that he’d stopped cleaning. He closed the lip of the barbecue softly so that it didn’t make too loud of a noise. 

‘Well, I believe it will do for our spur of the moment party this afternoon.’ 

Liliana looked up at Taron and smiled happily, ‘Great job, babe. It looks clean enough to eat off of!’ She winked at him and he gave her a sarcastic look while he planted his hands on both hips and wiggled them joyfully. ‘You are something else.’ 

‘You got that right, baby. I’m going to go and get cleaned up and put my top back on before I join in on all the fun you four are having. Do any of you want a drink while I’m inside?’ 

‘Can you bring us all another can, please? Thank you.’

Taron went back into the house and continued to work on his plan to get Liliana alone for a little while. He hoped that if he timed it right, they could be back at the house to celebrate with everyone before the barbecue was in full swing. 

He bounded up the stairs two at a time and changed into a pair of shorts and a new t-shirt before he grabbed the ring from his suitcase. Before he left the bedroom, Taron checked in the mirror to make sure that the outline of the small, velvet box wasn’t obvious. 

As luck would have it, Tina walked in the front door as Taron got to the bottom of the stairs. She jumped a little but chuckled when she saw that it was only Taron. 

‘God you have a way of sneaking up on me,’ she laughed. 

‘It was totally not on purpose,’ Taron laughed. ‘Let me help you with these bags. What did you buy, woman? They’re heavier than the girls.’ 

‘Hush your mouth, child. Though I may have gotten carried away with snacks. So the chances are we’re eating all of this over the next few days.’ 

‘That sounds like a plan to me. I actually need your help with something.’ 

‘Sure, baby. What do you need?’ 

Tine looked at her son with a puzzled look plastered on her face. She could tell that Taron was up to something but she couldn’t fathom what it could possibly be. He put the bags he carried down on the table and then turned to his mum fully. 

He checked the back garden to make sure that none of the girls were on their way inside before he stuffed his hand into his pocket and gripped the small box that he’d kept well hidden for almost two years. 

‘I happened to overhear Liliana telling Matilda that she hopes that we get married one day. And I figured, why not ask her today?’ He pulled the box out of his pocket and snapped it open to show his mum the ring. ‘This wasn’t the plan but I can’t wait any longer. It’s been such a long time coming. She’s the one, mum. Liliana is the one that I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.’ 

Tina’s jaw was on the floor and she had tears in her eyes. It wasn’t a surprise that Taron wanted to propose. She’d known how Taron felt about Liliana for years, but she hadn’t had a clue that he already had a ring. 

‘I was going to tell you that I planned to propose but I just can’t wait any longer.’ 

‘Oh my goodness, this is amazing. My baby boy is going to propose!’ Tina’s voice got louder and Taron immediately turned to the back garden. 

‘Mam,’ he shushed her through gritted teeth. 

‘I’m sorry, honey, this is just so exciting! What do you need my help with?’ 

Taron closed the box and stuffed it back in his pocket so that there wasn’t a risk of anybody else seeing it before the time was right. ‘I need you to distract Rosie, Marie and Matilda while I get Liliana up to Constitution Hill. I thought it only fitting that I ask her there. It’s one of the most important places to us.’ 

Tina nodded in understanding and pulled Taron in for a long hug. ‘Of course, that would be perfect. And leave it to me, I’ll make sure the youngest are good while you’re gone. I’m so proud of you, little boy. And I’m so happy that Liliana is ready for forever. I told her that she can call me mum if she wants to and she got emotional. She’s really starting to open up more and I’m so happy.’ 

‘I think she’s finally ready to accept that she’s part of a family now. I just want to make it official. I’m going to go and get her. We won’t be too long, promise.’ 

‘Take your time, Taron.’ 

‘Thanks, mam. I love you.’ 

‘I love you too.’ 

Taron hugged his mum once more before he walked to the back door and admired the four girls at the top of the garden. He slowly made his way over towards them. 

‘Hey, Love Bug, come here for a second,’ Taron called to Liliana as he neared where she rested on the grass. He opened his arms and Liliana automatically stepped into them when she got up. ‘Mum’s just got back from Tesco and it’s such a lovely day out. What do you say we got for a walk quickly? I was thinking about Constitution Hill. It’s been so long since we’ve been up there.’ 

Liliana gave Taron the same puzzled look his mum had and asked, ‘But what about the barbecue? Surely we could help your mum get everything ready? She’s already done so much by doing the shopping on her own. I can’t leave her to prepare everything on her own too.’ 

‘She had mentioned asking the girls to help her prepare everything, and you know how much they all love to help out in the kitchen. Especially when Matilda is here.’ 

Liliana was still visibly sceptical, but she couldn’t deny that she would love some alone time with Taron. ‘Sure, babe, that sounds like a great idea. But let’s take the funicular up so we aren’t gone too long. I would still like to help your mum prepare some stuff.’ 

‘My thoughts exactly,’ Taron smiled as he leaned down to kiss Liliana. ‘Come on, let’s get going.’ 

He wrapped his arm around Liliana’s shoulder and walked them towards the garden gate that led them down the side of the house and to the street. Matilda looked up at Liliana and the crease in her brow was obvious even from where Liliana was. 

‘We’re just going to take a quick walk up the hill. We’ll be back before the barbecue starts, I promise,’ Liliana assured Matilda. 

Matilda smiled and gave her a small wave goodbye before going back to playing games with the other two. Liliana waved at Tina as they passed the kitchen window. She could have sworn that Tina winked at her when she passed by, but the sun was streaming in through the window so Liliana thought that it must have been the sunlight getting in her eyes. 

***

Liliana had clocked the grey clouds making their way to town before Taron had, but she was sure the forecast hadn’t predicted rain so she hadn’t mentioned anything. Though she wished she had when she felt the first drops of rain hit her skin. Taron groaned loudly and grabbed her hand to pull her into the nearest empty doorway. 

He pushed her against the wall softly and looked down at her with so much love that Liliana could physically feel her heart pulling towards Taron’s. Her hands slid up his front until she could pull him closer to her by the neck. 

Her lips brushed over his and as she was about to pull away, Taron leaned forward and kissed her passionately. She sighed dreamily into him and held onto him tighter. When they had been caught in the rain and took shelter in a shop doorway all those sixteen years before, all Liliana had wanted was for Taron to kiss her. 

Liliana smiled into the kiss and Taron copied. He thought the same thing and without needing to use words, they gave each other what their younger selves wanted. 

‘Do you think they’d be happy?’ Liliana asked when they pulled apart to catch their breath. 

‘Who?’ 

‘Our eighteen year old selves. Can you imagine telling them that in sixteen years they would be back hiding from the rain but happily kissing one another because they were in a relationship and had been for over a year?’ 

Taron thought for a moment as he held Liliana close. The rain had stopped already but they made no moves to continue their walk. He let his hands trail up to Liliana’s waist where he held her against him. He just hoped that she wouldn’t reach her hands down too low where she would feel the ring box nestled safely in his pocket. 

‘I think they’d be annoyed that it took us so long to say something to one another,’ he said with a small smile. ‘But then I think they would be so happy. I know younger me would be. All I wanted that day was to kiss you.’ 

‘All I wanted was for you to kiss me.’ 

‘Then this is for younger us,’ he smiled before he leaned down to plant another kiss to Liliana’s welcoming lips.

***

Thankfully the rain hadn’t stopped the funicular and it was running when they got to the bottom of Constitution Hill. Liliana climbed in first and took a seat on the small bench to the left. Taron squeezed in next to her and put his arm around her shoulder happily. 

‘Thank you for indulging me, Lil. I love spending time with everyone at home but I wanted a little bit of uninterrupted alone time with you.’ 

Nobody else stepped onto the funicular and as it started to carry them up the hill, Taron leaned in and kissed Liliana. It was deep and passionate, and the passion behind it caught Liliana off guard momentarily. Though she leaned in and kissed him back just as fervently. It didn’t matter how much time passed, kissing Taron was still her favourite feeling in the world. 

‘Thank you for suggesting this, T,’ she panted when Taron pulled away. ‘I agree, it is very nice to have some alone time with you. No funny business though, we are still in public and the ride up is only a few minutes.’ Liliana wagged a finger at Taron and he put his hands up in surrender with a devilish grin. 

‘I wouldn’t dream of it, Love Bug. But there’s nothing saying we can’t have a cheeky make out session, right?’ Taron winked at Liliana and leaned in to kiss her again. 

By the time they pulled apart, they were nearing the top of the hill. Taron grabbed Liliana’s hand as he stepped out so that he could help her climb out of the carriage safely. She thanked him softly and leaned her hand on his shoulder as they walked. 

The closer they got to the edge of the hill, the more Taron’s nerves started to hit him. His throat got dry and his hands had started to shake. He hoped that if Liliana could feel the shake, she would think that he was a little on the chillier side. The drop in temperature at the top of the hill worked in his favour. 

Liliana pulled away from Taron and walked towards the edge faster than Taron. The views never failed to amaze her and the second she saw the entire bay, her lips curled into a smile and she took a deep breath. Her love for Aberystwyth grew once again when she’d started to go back with Taron. She no longer dreaded being there because she knew that she would be with the people who loved her the most. 

The sunshine that had come back quickly after the rain had stopped, and by the time that they got off of the funicular, nobody would have known that it had been raining ten minutes previously thanks to the almost cloudless sky that had taken over. 

Liliana towed Taron in the direction of their spot while she soaked up the sunshine, her head tilted up to get as much vitamin C as she could. They had never officially declared what part of the hill was their spot, but they both knew. They had spent countless hours up there talking about life while watching the clouds. 

It was where Liliana had felt the safest when she was a teenager, and it was where they had realised that they had fallen for each other all those years ago. Liliana stood right at the edge and looked out at the sea. Small waves crashed against the bottom of the hill and Liliana matched her breathing to each crash. 

There was a faint smell of seaweed in the air and the Y Consti cafe behind them wafted the smell of freshly ground coffee into the air. Taron stepped next to Liliana and took her hand in his. They stood and stared out at the sea for a moment, taking in the warm breeze and the few fluffy clouds that dotted the sky. 

As Liliana was about to tell Taron that she was enjoying the moment with him, she felt him tug on her hand. When she turned to face him, he was lowering himself onto his left knee. He took the ring box from his pocket and Liliana’s breath caught in her throat. 

‘Taron,’ she managed to choke out as she squeezed his hand tightly. Tears had already found their way to her eyes and she couldn’t help the ones that fell down the length of her cheeks. 

‘Don’t say anything yet,’ he said quickly before he gulped. ‘Please. I want to say this before I forget anything I want to say.’ 

Liliana nodded, allowing Taron the room to say whatever he needed to. Though she knew what was coming. Her heart thumped rapidly deep within her chest and tiny drops of sweat started to build on the small of her back as the anticipation of what was about to happen poured over her. 

When Matilda had asked her earlier in the day if she was going to marry Taron, Liliana hadn’t expected for Taron to propose to her that day. Things started to fall into place as she watched Taron. She’d not taken notice of it before but she should have realised that Taron had stopped cleaning at the right time, and then the next thing she knew, he whisked her away to their spot and he was on one knee in front of her. 

She swiped away the tears that had started to fall so that she could look at Taron clearly, but she couldn’t wipe them away fast enough. They were falling freely down her cheeks and she saw a couple of people out of the corner of her eye watching the scene unfold in front of them. 

‘It has been almost sixteen years since I said goodbye to you on that train platform,’ Taron started through a shaky breath. ‘When the train pulled out, I remember wondering if I was ever going to see you again. It was like I was losing the thing that mattered the most to me. When I got home, I sat in your chair and I just cried. I didn’t want you to leave, but I didn’t know if I was allowed to say anything. I remember thinking that I’d lost you for good.’ 

Taron paused and took a deep, shaky breath. Liliana wanted nothing more than to reach out and cup his cheek, to pull him into her body and hold him until the end of time. She wanted to be the one to look after him. But she held back so that he could continue in his own time. Liliana was in no rush. They had the rest of their lives to look forward to. 

‘Then one morning when I was checking my mail, I found an invitation to a book launch. The second I read the name on top, Liliana Esme, I could feel the hole in my heart shrink a little.’ 

Liliana could remember making the guest list for the book launch as if it were only yesterday. She’d been asked to give a list of names of people who meant the most to her. When Taron’s name popped into her mind, she couldn’t decide what to do. It had already been over a decade since she’d last seen him, and a whole lifetime had occurred in that time. 

She knew that it was a long shot that he would turn up, but she invited him anyway. And she would send that invite again just to have Taron by her side again. 

‘You have always been my safe space, Lil, and I have loved you since we were eighteen years old. I wake up every morning and fall in love with you even more. The hole in my heart healed when I saw you again, and every day with you makes the scar grow smaller. 

‘These past eighteen months with you have been the best of my life. It’s been a continuous adventure and I can’t wait to relive every single one for the rest of my life. I have loved dancing in Washington Square Park with you; eating croissants on a balcony in the middle of Paris; swimming in the Mediterranean Sea; running into the sea down there in the middle of the night in just our underwear.’ 

Liliana laughed through the tears that streamed freely down her face, and she held Taron’s hand tighter, if that were even possible. A stray tear fell down Taron’s cheek and Liliana leaned forward to wipe it away with her free hand. Taron leaned into her touch and let the corner of his lips turn up into a gentle smile. 

‘Liliana, you are the strongest person I know, and the love that you show everyone around you knows no bounds. You love so hard, and with everything in you. Yet you struggle to love yourself, even now. It’s almost as though you are so busy loving everyone else that you forget to share that love with yourself. 

‘I want to be the person who shows you love when you don’t feel like you can show it to yourself. I do not want you to ever feel the way you felt growing up. You’ve had me in your corner forever, but I am going to prove to you that I’m not leaving that corner. Not for one second. On your hardest days, I will be there. On days where we’re frustrated with one another, I will be in your corner. I will be in your corner no matter what. 

‘I want you to feel loved every second of every day. And one day, I hope that you’ll have children in your corner. Children that you brought into the world. That…we brought into the world.’ 

Liliana took a deep breath. The thought of children wasn’t as scary as she would have imagined, but she was nowhere near ready to think about it yet. Though she knew Taron wouldn’t push anything, ever. 

‘You are going to make an amazing mum one day, Lil. I have no doubt about it. I love you more than I ever thought it possible to love someone. You are still my safe space, my guiding light, my strength on my weakest days, and my warmth on my coldest days. I want us to be a family. I want us to start a family that will always show you love. ‘

Taron took another shaky breath and looked up at Liliana. His eyes were steady as they fixated on Liliana’s, and his hands stopped shaking just enough that he was able to snap the ring box open. 

Liliana’s breath caught in the back of her throat as she looked at the delicate ring in front of her. It was everything she could have imagined and so much more. The sapphire and diamond ring glistened beautifully in the sun that shone down around them. 

The smile she gave Taron was so big that it hurt her cheeks and she could barely see in front of her. But her smile told Taron everything he needed to know. She was ready. Liliana was ready to start the next chapter of her life. She was ready to be a wife, ready to take on the world with Taron, and ready to open up her life to him wholly. 

‘Liliana Esme,’ Taron continued through a smile equally as wide as Liliana’s, ‘will you marry me?’

[kentopedia]

Death drabble (I made Dazai say this to Odasaku in a silly drabble I wrote). Idk why am I sharing this lol. Just thought it doesn't make sense ig and wanted some opinion.

"Death is wonderful, don't you think? Finding comfort in something so scary that could unexpectedly hit you from behind at any moment is a blessing. Hugging it, cherishing it like It's a good thing for it to happen, welcome it with open arms. It's a good way, way better than stressing over when, what, how. If you are the reason of your death, it's easier to accept it. Many don't accept life comes to an end, people are gone so crazy out there some even wish to become immortal. The worst curse to ever happen to me. When I cause myself a particular situation of how and when I could die, I feel like I'm controlling the end of my life, which I am. No one can beat me, if not myself. If someone else is to kill me, I would thank them. I wouldn't cry, scream, and try to save myself. In my point, saving yourself from death is like denying to complete the circle of life. People get born to lapse. Painfully slowly, trying to build themselves something they won't need forever, because they will die. Humans get born with the idea of wanting to live, but why is that? Why do humans wants to live so excessively, if at the end, everybody dies? One way or another, death is something you can never deny. No mutation, no intoxication, no virus or experiment can keep you alive."

omg nonnie this is so good what ??? it makes perfect sense, and it works so well for dazai’s character ☹️ him thinking it’s a good thing he’s a so willing to accept death bc he doesn’t understand how good life can be and why people cling to it </3 would break oda’s heart fr :,( beautifully written lovely, thank you so much for sharing with me !!! i’d love to read the full drabble if you ever decide to share it, this is amazing :))

[johncarsido]

“My Special Meromies in my Life”

Hello everyone! Today, I want to talk about my Grade 11 & 12 year in senior high school. It was a journey with good and bad times, but I learned a lot. Reflecting on my time in Grade 11 at Nangka National High School, there were so many happy memories. That was the place where I started my high school journey before transferring to Jagobiao National High School.

One special memory was being part of the Dance Contest team. We practiced a lot and it was a fun way to connect with classmates, we practice a lot and gave our best.

On the presentation day we gave our best to perform it perfectly and guess what, we are the 1st placer of that dance contest. We are so grateful and thankful at the same time, after all the hard efforts of practicing a lot.

And therefore as I start this new chapter at Jagobiao National High School, which practically means moving on from one school to another am going with all those lessons learned in Nangka National High School.I’ll forever treasure this moment even as am moving on.New adventures here we come but grade eleven will always be in my heart!

Among the many moments that I could think of about my Grade 12 life at Jagobiao National High School, one has been very outstanding, we won the traditional dance contest. This took a lot of practicing and team work but it was worth it. At first we were rehearsing a lot and making sure everything moved just like it should have. Regardless of the difficulties we kept on moving as one.

On the day of competition, we felt nervous and also excited. It was amazing to dance on stage. We put in all our effort and we were cheered by everybody who was watching us performing. How overjoyed were we when they announced that we were the winners? However, beyond the trophy what mattered was that we did this together. In fact, it is through supporting each other that made it special for us all. Winning taught us that there is nothing impossible when people work together as a team. In retrospect, though grateful for opportunity to prove ourselves as well as make memories that would stand forever in our minds. It was great moment in our lives and will always remember with a smile on our faces.

But the most unforgettable thing I found in Jagobiao National High School was meeting these true friends were i can trusted them even in our lowest, they are always there no matter what happens. In school days, we laughed, read together and cherished one another’s company. It did not just end with the good times; we also supported each other during difficult times.

On one occasion, our friend was going through a hard time and all of us rallied in support for them. We encouraged them, listened when they wanted to talk and did everything possible to make their situation easier.

As the school year ended and we are almost moving in our graduation and separate each other because we will have our own obligations, I will never forget these guys in the future. I really hope these guys will become successful one day!

[hooked-on-elvis]

Willie Nelson was the first artist's CD I ever bought for myself when I was a teen and old enough to earn my own money and spend it the way I liked it. I didn't even knew who he was (unbelievable, right? But hey, I'm a Brazilian lady and my folks didn't like much of international music, they knew the biggest stars and that's all, so I didn't grew up listening to a lot of American music). Anyway, by 2014 or so, I saw Willie Nelson's CD available in a store and the cover of the album caught my attention. I decided to buy it and listen for myself. Sometimes I think that's even better than when you're aware of who the artist is by having heard people talk about his fame previous to listen to his music properly, you know? Because you listen to the songs kinda "forcing" yourself to like it. Like, "Oh, everybody likes him, he's famous, so I must like it too" ... blablabla. It happens that I didn't know who Willie Nelson was for real - and it was past 2010 the year I bought his album. It was a compilation album called "Legend: The Best Of Willie Nelson" (released in 2008).

Of course I liked all the songs in it. The first one is nothing less than "On The Road Again" so, needless to say I was so excited to listen to the whole album, and I did it and loved every minute of it.

Of course, lets not forget, Country music and Blues are the grandfathers (or parents?) of Rock and Roll music. I was born a rocker since I can remember, so when I listened to Country and Blues music for the first time it did hit me home, it sounded so amazing, so familiar... like, instantly. I enjoy country music, but it was not until I started liking Elvis Presley's music (Willie Nelson met EP, by the way), that I really understood what Country music means and the huge universe of great artists in its history. I got to know a bit of the 30s, 40s, 50s, 60s and 70s biggest Country artists, since the 80s to today's ones are more familiar to me, and I'm still discovering "new" old tunes. I'm loving this deep dive in Country and Blues that I'm currently on.

Anyway, you never forget the "first times" in your life, and Willie Nelson was a part of my first time discovering new music for myself, buying albums and all. He even probably was the first male Country artist I ever got to enjoy. Well, music is my favorite thing in the world. I love listening to new songs, it's one of my favorite hobbies so... Mr. Nelson has a place in my heart for being a part of a special moment in my life. I will forever cherish him. ♥

Note: The man is currently 90 years old and still rocking onstage! Oh God. It's so good see our living legends still rocking today!

Willie Nelson’s Martin N-20, Trigger

[iamnotawomanimagod]

If I Can’t Have Love, I Want Power - A Reluctant Ranking of Every Track

Disclaimer: This entire album is incredible, truly no skips, and I also think it’s an album that is hard to separate into individual tracks, because it all goes so well together. But I still wanted to try! This is just my personal opinion, and it’s subject to change. (Also I surprised myself. And I bet I’ll change my mind by tonight.)

Please feel free to do your own and tag me in it!! I wanna see!!

13. Girl is a Gun

It’s not that I dislike this song, it’s just a sound that I didn’t expect on this album. I think it would’ve fit in better on Manic. I don’t love how it kind of just repeats over and over again, especially on an album so full of complex, intricate lyrics. But it’s a really upbeat, sexy song and I bet it’s going to be so fun live.

Favorite lyric: 

Time is a blessin', to me, it's a lesson And I can't be stressin' to give you attention 'Cause, oh, it's never enough, so I'm givin' you up And you'll be better with a nice girl, darlin'

12. Lilith

Similar to “Girl is a Gun,” I simply wasn’t expecting this kind of sound on this album - could’ve seen it on Hopeless Fountain Kingdom though! The bass is amazing and I love the rhythm.

Favorite lyric:

You know I get too caught up in a moment I can't call it love if I show it I just fuck things up, if you noticed Have you noticed? Tell me have you noticed?

11. Darling

This song is so sweet and charming, especially if you compare it to “More,” which I think it acts as a sort of sequel to. Something about the melody hits me just a little wrong. When they start singing, I can’t help but hear the verses of “Hopeless.” That might’ve been intentional, but I can’t get past it to hear this song as its own thing.

Favorite lyric:

Never knew the feeling of a stable home Been a couple years of living on the road Couldn't really tell you where they'd leave a stone To visit me when I am dead and gone

10. The Tradition

I love the haunting piano and vocals. It feels like a song that was written for the film specifically. (Was it even in the film, lol?) I really love the sound of it, but the lyrics don’t do very much for me.

Favorite lyric:

And I hope what's left will last all summer long And they said that, "Boys were boys", but they were wrong

9. The Lighthouse

This song reminds me the most of a Nine Inch Nails song - fitting that Trent Reznor provides backing vocals on the final verse. I love the grimy guitars, and and discordant beat, and the way it builds up. The melody is cool and liquid. The final verse really feels like waves crashing. It’s a well-written song that really shows off Halsey’s alternative side.

Favorite lyric:

Well, that should teach a man to mess with me He was never seen again And I'm still wandering the beach And I'm glad I met the devil 'Cause he showed me I was weak And a little piece of him is in a little piece of me

8.  Ya’aburnee

This song makes me really emotional. It makes me think of all the people I love the most and it makes me want to cherish my time with them even more. That’s an incredible feeling for an artist to create. It’s such a bittersweet song. I wanna cry but it also makes me smile.

Favorite lyric:

But what's worse? Telling you my feelings or to die without revealing That you crawled inside my head and set a fire there, instead Letting all my insecurity Devour me with certainty

7. honey

If you’ve ever felt this way for someone, this song stings in the best way possible. I love the rhythm and the drums and the guitars - this is peak pop punk and Halsey fits right in. I love the honey imagery, especially that she included some imagery about bees and the way honey clings.

Favorite lyric:

And now she's impatient and I'm complacent With just a little taste of wasting time Looking for honey But she stings like she means it She's mean and she's mine

6. 1121

Now this is the sound I expected from this album. Cinematic, dark, dramatic. The piano is so haunting and so beautiful. It evokes so much imagery through sound alone, even with the lyrics being relatively simple. And their voice is so incredible. The song overall reminds me a lot of Evanescence, which is high praise. And I really appreciate the “self-loathing in love” theme, I can relate to it a lot. I’ve already been singing the chorus at the top of my lungs whenever I play this song.

Favorite lyric:

Take one in the temple My tongue is a vessel I try to be careful with The thing inside my chest You shoot for the memory So you can forget me I'd leave if you let me, oh

5. Bells in Santa Fe

Ever since we heard a snippet of this song in the first film trailer, I’ve been desperate to hear the rest of it. It didn’t disappoint. I love her lower register vocals, the tinkling piano and the frantic rhythm. And I relate too much to the message of the song - loving someone so much but refusing to accept that they want forever with you, insisting that they’re better off without you, warning them that you could slip away at any moment. It hits me where I live.

Favorite lyric:

Jesus needed a three day weekend To sort out all his bullshit, figure out the treason I've been searching for a fortified defense Four to five reasons But, Jesus, you've got better lips than Judas I could keep your bed warm, otherwise I'm useless I don't really mean it, 'cause who the fuck would choose this?

4. I am not a woman, I’m a god

This song fucks. Claiming their power to create life - recognizing that as godly and divine, while also insisting this is not a power that makes them a woman. I can’t wait for it to become a smash hit and for people to be singing about a nonbinary/trans experience without even knowing it. I honestly have trouble even articulating why this song is so awesome, it just is. I’m pumped every time I hear it.

Favorite lyric:

Oh, I just wanna feel something, tell me where to go 'Cause everybody knows something I don't wanna know So I'll stay right here cause I'm better all alone Yeah, I'm better all alone

3. You asked for this

I really like the 90s alternative sound of this one, it reminds me of Alanis Morrissette and certain No Doubt songs. I think it’s a very realistic depiction of how settling down in life can be very bittersweet, and the things that we ask for are sometimes not what they seem to be. But we also come to realize that settling is a part of growing up. Still, Halsey sings about wanting everything, knowing there are contradictions in that. The chorus is fun and easy to sing to, and the final verse is so amazing.

Favorite lyric:

I want a beautiful boy's despondent laughter I want to ruin all my plans I want a fist around my throat I want to cry so hard I choke I want everything I asked for

2. Whispers

This one hits hard, but god, it’s so good. The way they whisper certain phrases. The simple piano under the first verse, the way it becomes more complex, the way the beat comes in. You want to dance and cry at the same time. The lyrics - I know so many of us can relate to them. The themes of self-sabotage and self-loathing are so strong in this album, which definitely hits me right in the chest.

Favorite lyric:

I've got a monster inside me That eats personality types She is constantly changing her mind on the daily Think that she hates me I'm feeling it lately Might have to trick her and treat her To 70 capsules or fly to a castle So at least we could say that we died being traveled

1. Easier than Lying

I’ve had this one on repeat since the album came out, and that surprised me at first, but god, this song is addictive. The crunchy guitar at the beginning, the driving rhythm, the way her voice contrasts with that. The scream-singing on the chorus. It’s the kind of song you want to drive way too fast to. The bridge!! Aaah! It’s just so badass and listening to it now gets me too hyped!! Also the way it can kind of be seen as a sequel to “Lie,” - the growth of going “if you don’t love me no more, then lie” to “losing you is easier than lying to myself” is so meaningful and so empowering.

My heart is massive but it's empty A permanent part of me, that innocent artery Is gasping for some real attention Some undivided hypertension I tell it "quiet down, you're being loud" But it beats harder every time you come around But do you love the sound?

I’m gonna tag some mutuals, just to share, and also to see if anyone else wants to do this! Also you don’t need to go as in-depth as I did if that’s intimidating or too much, I’m just wordy.

@demonzplay @easiersthanlying @ttpane @yoursalwaysleo @anarkyandmadness @feelingsiwontforget @tolerateit @tommyhardyx @elysiems @imacreepygirl @finallybeautifulstranger @inthenameofloveforthesakeofpower and I know I’m forgetting some folks, I’m sorry! Please feel free to steal this and also tag me in yours!

[pumpkinpatchkid]

Late Night Stories

Pairing: Lucifer x G!Neutral Reader

Rating: G (soft fluff)

Warnings: Mentions of death (possible spoilers if you don’t know what happened to Lilith)

Your stomach churned as you felt your D.D.D vibrate in your pocket once again. It felt like the thousandth time today – most likely another congratulatory text on your one hundredth day in Devildom. You knew you should be happy about it, the stay, the opportunity for the exchange, the people you’ve met… But the gut-wrenching hole within your body prevented that. You wanted to go home. Even for just a day. You sighed and put your head in your hands as the lesson dragged on. The last one of the day… Then maybe I can talk to Lucifer.

 You took a deep breath and straightened yourself in your chair, fighting off the blush at the thought of the first demon brother and attempted to busy yourself with note taking. With only a few lines written and your head a blur, the bell finally signalled the end of class, and the day in RAD. Jumping from your seat and haphazardly throwing your belongings into your bag, you practically sprinted from the building.

 Your walk home was the same as usual. Quiet, peaceful and-

“Yo!! Y/N! Slow down, ya damn human!” You heard Mammon call from behind you. You sighed heavily and slowed to a stop and Mammon ran up panting from behind you.

 “Mammon, why’re you so out of breath?” You asked, tilting your head and quirking your eyebrow. Mammon blushed heavily and avoided eye contact, muttering something about ‘dumb human curiosity’ under his breath.

 “I-It’s not like I was trying to catch up with ya okay? Just drop it, ‘kay?” He huffed and grabbed your arm, before joining you on your journey back to the House of Lamentation.

 “Say, Mammon?” You looked over at him after a little while of silence. He hummed and glanced at you in acknowledgement.

 “You... You don’t know if Lucifer is coming home earlier today, do you?” You asked, looking at your feet. Mammon let out a growl at your question.

 “Why would I care where he is? Probably off hiding my precious baby Goldie again.” He pouted and stopped talking, most likely overrun with fantasies about his beloved credit card. You rolled your eyes to yourself. Should’ve known Mammon wouldn’t be any help.

 You both reached home pretty quickly, glad that the now awkward silence was broken as you entered the building. Mammon mentioned getting ready for something and you waved your hand to him before making your way to the kitchen. Unsurprisingly Beel was raiding the fridge, and nearly jumped out of his skin when you brushed past him to get yourself a glass of water.

 “Welcome back, Y/N!” Beel greeted after swallowing a mouthful of who knew what. You smiled slightly at the sweet demon before you and took a sip of your beverage. A slight frown made its way onto the fiery haired male and he tilted his head.

 “Is everything okay? Are you hungry?” He asked. You couldn’t help but giggle quietly and shake your head.

 “I’m fine, Beel. I just need to talk to Lucifer is all. Do you know when he’ll be back?” You asked softly, tracing your finger around the rim of the glass in your other hand. His shoulders slumped, as if disappointed and shrugged.

 “Sorry, Y/N, I’m not sure...” He responded quietly, earning a sincere nod and a smile from you. You patted his arm reassuringly and reached up to ruffle his hair a little.

 “Thank you anyway, Bub. I’m going to take a nap, school was exhausting. I’ll see you later, okay?” You smiled before turning to exit the room.  He bid his farewells as you ascended the stairwell to your room, and you let out a heavy sigh as you shut the door. You slipped out of the RAD uniform and into your sleepwear before collapsing on your bed, nuzzling into the pillows, taking no time at all to drift into a dreamless sleep.

 By the time you woke up, it was darker than black outside your window. You grumbled to yourself and rubbed your eyes, sitting up and looking at your clock. 3:01AM. You groaned internally once again before standing up and stretching. Surely Lucifer has to be home by now…

 You made your way through the lengthy halls to Lucifer’s room and knocked quietly. You heard nothing and after a brief hesitation you knocked once again, a little louder than before. Nothing again. Where on earth could he be?

 You wandered the house in search for the man in question to no avail. You ran your hands through your hair and rubbed your face, about to give up, until a little lightbulb in your head went off. You walked quietly to the stairs of the crypt before pausing. It’s better than nothing, I suppose… You took a deep breath before taking a shaky step down the flight into the dungeon like room beneath the house.

 Candles were lit down the staircase, and throughout the vast room, you’d noticed as you reached the bottom. You looked around the room to spot a tall figure in dark clothing stood by Lilith’s makeshift resting place. Lucifer…

 He straightened his body, signalling he’d noticed your presence, but didn’t move from his spot. You approached him silently and stood next to him.

 “It’s not like you to be up this late, Y/N.” He spoke softly, eyes never leaving the intricately carved stone before him.

 “I just miss home, is all… I’d like to go back soon, just for a day.” You answered honestly, your eyes joining his in the same spot – you knew how he felt about his little sister, and with what he had confessed to you and the rest of the brothers, burdened himself with an inhuman amount of guilt for it. He nodded wordlessly and a thick silence fell over the pair of you. You both stayed like that for perhaps an hour, although it was nice. Comforting, even.

 “Where I’m from… It’s a little village…” You spoke softly, as if not to startle the demon.

 “It was built generations ago, by a stunning young woman. She always helped where she could as the village grew. She learned to cook the most amazing foods for those who weren’t fortunate enough to have meals on the table that night. She learned to heal those who weren’t fortunate enough so seek medical care. She was truly the purest being in that village. She learned how to cut wood and farm to help people lacking in manpower. She took care of children for those who were too busy attempting to provide for their family. There was a young man, new to the village who fell for her beauty, inside and out. She fell for him too.” You looked over at Lucifer, who seemed to have a glint in his eye – you knew he was listening.

 “They married not long after and started a family of their own. He took it upon himself to aid her in protecting and caring for the village and made sure to spare plenty of time for his children. Everybody loved and praised her. Nobody ever said anything bad about her. It stayed that way until she was too old and frail to continue. When her time came, she was surrounded by her loving husband, children and grandchildren, all by her bedside. The village gathered around her house to say goodbye to the woman they adored and cherished… She died peacefully with a heart full of love. At her funeral they erected a statue of her. They did it so that she’d live forever in the hearts of the villagers, so they wouldn’t forget how they prospered. We still talk about her and celebrate her life to this day…” You finished softly.

 “Why’re you telling me this?” Lucifer asked, just as soft. After building your courage throughout the story, you slipped your hand into his.

 “Lilith.” You whispered. “Her name was Lilith.”

 The grip Lucifer hand on your hand tightened, and you felt his body begin to tremble against your own. You felt your heart break with each tear that silently rolled down Lucifer’s pale cheeks and opened your mouth to comfort him. Before anything came out, however, your vision was clouded in black, and a pair of long arms encircled you. Lucifer clung to you as he buried his head into the crook of your neck, allowing his tears to fall freely for the first time in millennia, and for the first time ever in front of someone else. You simply pulled him impossibly closer, running a hand through his raven locks and pressed your face close to his, your other hand rubbing his back soothingly. He gripped at the back of your nightwear as if he were a child clinging to his mother, and his sobs wracked his body, even though they remained silent. You moved your hand from his hair to rest at the nape of his neck and the hand on his back moved to rub small circles on his broad shoulders. Under any other circumstance, you wouldn’t have ever wanted this to end – the Avatar of Pride was showing you his vulnerable side, seeking comfort in you…

 His tears gradually dried, and his shaking frame steadied again, but it seemed Lucifer felt the same way, still holding you close with his head buried into the juncture of your neck. You smiled softly at the heat of his breath steadily fanning across your exposed skin, but instantly flushed a rich pink as a pair of soft lips replaced his breath. Lucifer just… k-kissed me?! Pulled away ever so slightly to take a look at him when he bowed his head to place another kiss on your cheek.

 “Thank you, Y/N.” He whispered, before kissing your nose. Has crying made him lose his mind? What is going on?! Your mouth opened and shut, a few syllables being stammered, but you just couldn’t find the right words.

 “Thank you for letting me know she was still the good person myself and my brothers loved…” He whispered, face still mere inches away from your own. Your heart melted at his thanks and you nodded softly.

 “I love that about you, always knowing the right things to say… And will continue to love you for as long as I can, and thanks for tonight.” He spoke soft and sweet to you, his eyes full of sincerity, as he stroked a strand of hair out of your face. He really means it? He loves me?...

 “L-Lucifer, I…” You started, but he cut you off with his own lips. They were unusually soft, and the kiss was tender, rendering you unable to do anything but melt into the affection and return the feelings, more than happily and with a newfound confidence. Lucifer was the first to pull away, gazing down at you with a sparkle in his glassy eyes.

 “Come. Stay with me tonight. We can get up early to speak with Diavolo of a day trip back to your home.” He smiled and slipped together your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. It was your turn for your eyes to fill with tears, accepting his hold and followed after him to the stairs.

 “I shall be coming with you, of course. I’d like to pay my respects.” He smiled softly as he led you to his room for the night. You lit up at the proposal and nodded, stopping the pair of you before you opened the door.

 “I’d want nothing more.” You whispered, before reaching up and pressing a soft kiss of your own onto his lips.

 Maybe it’s not so bad here after all.

[unsaidjulie]

THANK YOU FOR LOVING ME a julie molina x luke patterson canon-compliant fic series based on the 100 ways to say ‘i love you’ prompts

all chapters are over 600 words and set in the canon-verse, taking place either during season one or after it. while not directly connected, most fics can be read as being in the same universe, with some details or the timeline being a little off at times. updates tend to be daily, at 5pm uk time (earlier than that on ao3).

you can also find the complete series on archive of our own, or under this tag.

links to the tumblr versions of the chapters are below the line.

100 ways to say ‘I love you’:

1. You are beautiful. Luke comes to give Julie words of encouragement before the garage concert.

2. I love your smile. Julie and Luke have a songwriting session, shortly after the events of the finale.

3. Here, let me get that for you. Julie and Luke go shopping. Set between Luke's birthday and the finale.

4. I love seeing you wake up in the morning. Julie wakes up in the garage/studio, with only Luke around. Takes place at around the same time as their songwriting session from drabble two. 5. You are amazing. Julie is ensuring her home doesn't erupt into chaos, and Luke can't get enough of seeing her do it. Set at some point after the finale. 6. I love (this) about you: Dealing with the first anniversary of her mum's death is hard for Julie. Thankfully, Luke's here to make things easier. 7. Stay safe. Text me when you get there. Flynn takes Julie on a trip, and Luke wants to let her know he's there if he needs her. Set at some point after the finale. 8. I love when you do (this): Luke's got an idea for their next big performance. Set shortly after the finale. 9. I think you’re beautiful when: Julie has her final performance of the year. Set at some point after the finale. 10. You’re too good for me. Luke and Julie talk about a quote from a tv series they're watching. Set further post canon, established relationship. 11. I don’t deserve you. Luke crashes a Molina siblings baking session, to everybody's delight. Set at some point before the finale. 12. I care about you. While making a setlist for the Orpheum concert, Luke notices a certain doodle of a birthday cake on Julie's microphone. 13. Don’t put yourself down like that. A few days after being saved by Julie, Luke is thinking about a relationship he'll never get to save. Set almost immediately after the finale.

14. I adore you. Luke wakes up next to Julie. Established Jukebox. 15. I can’t stop thinking about you. Luke and Julie talk through some things after an argument. Set at some point after the finale. 16. Seeing you makes me smile. Morning after the Orpheum, Julie can't find the boys (even if just for a moment). Set between the group hug and Nick's possession scene. 17. I need you by my side. Julie has a dream about Luke. Set before Julie goes to the Pattersons in Unsaid Emily. 18. I’m thankful for you. Luke is helping Julie work on a piano piece for school. Set at some point before the finale.

19. You make me a better person. Luke has thoughts after his and Julie's conversation about their songwriting. Set during Edge of Great, 1x07. 20. You complete me. 21. Have a good day at work! 22. You’re the light of my life. 23. Seeing you makes my day. 24. I get butterflies every time we talk. 25. I’m so lucky to have you; I don’t know how I got so lucky. 26. You set my heart on fire. 27. I’ll walk you home. 28. I love to make you happy. 29. You’re my soulmate. 30. You’re my best friend. 31. I can’t wait to see you (again). 32. You mean the world to me. 33. You’re my rock. 34. I value you. 35. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. 36. I love being around you. 37. Pull over and let me drive some. 38. Take my jacket, it’s cold outside. 39. I want you. 40. You complete me. 41. You’re my happiness. 42. Do you need anything? 43. I want to hold your hand and never let go. 44. You’re the only one for me. 45. You are my heaven on earth. 46. Every time I look at you I fall in love all over again. 47. Drive safe. 48. I don’t know what I’d do without you. 49. Forever isn’t too long, because I know I’ll be with you. 50. I’d rather argue with you than kiss someone else. 51. You look great today. 52. I love that _______ on you. 53. You look cute when you push your glasses up. 54. I’ll always be here; I’m here for you. 55. My heart hurts when you’re not around. 56. I can’t think of what my life would be like without you. 57. We’re perfect for each other. 58. I cherish you; you’re more important than anything else in my life. 59. I will love you until I die, and even after. 60. You’re mine. 61. I support you. 62. I’m addicted to you. 63. You’re perfect in my eyes. 64. Take this; it’ll help you feel better. 65. I can’t wait to see you. 66. You’re the only one for me. 67. I’m crazy about you. 68. I had an amazing time with you. 69. I feel so lucky to have you. 70. I’ll never let you go; I’ll never want to. 71. I hope this moment never ends. 72. You leave me breathless. 73. I’d do anything for you. 74. Seeing you happy makes me happy. 75. I’m sorry for hurting your feelings. 76. You always find a way to make me smile. 77. I can’t put what I feel for you into words; it’s too great. 78. I still get jealous even though I know you’re mine. 79. I’m listening to you. 80. I made this for you, I know it’s your favorite. 81. I’m excited and nervous for tonight with you. 82. I got you your favorite candy. 83. I’ll always care about you. 84. I made you breakfast. 85. I can never stay mad at you. 86. I love your eyes; they’re gorgeous. 87. I love that outfit on you. 88. You look so cute. 89. You’re the highlight of my day. 90. How’d you sleep? 91. Your smile makes my heart go crazy. 92. I hate seeing you cry. 93. It’s my job to make you happy. 94. I want to spend more time with you. 95. I’ll fix it. 96. I hate when we argue. 97. You’re the only person I want to live my life with. 98. You drive me crazy (in a good way). 99. I’m proud of you. 100. I trust you, I always will.

[writethelifeyouwant]

300 Follower Fic Challenge!

I don’t even know where to start … (kinda like all of my fics  👉🏻👉🏻 😉 ) My little hell-hole has grown to be 300 strong! We can now band together to fail at stopping invading Persian armies, woo hoo!

But seriously, thank you all so much for your support of me and my writing, it means the world! I’ve met and interacted with so many amazing people on this hellsite over the past year and made some new friends that I will cherish for life. 

I got my mojo back by joining a celebratory follower writing challenge and as I am in a celebratory mood I want to do the same. These are some of my favourite ways to meet new people and read new things so I would love it if you all would come hang out, write some stuff, read some stuff, and generally have a good time! If you’re interested the rules and prompts will be below the cut.

Rules/Guidelines/Instructions:

As it is a follower challenge, it would be sweet if you followed me, but I won’t require that as I know I and my blog are an acquired taste 😋

Minimum word count is 100, no maximum because I am the biggest fiend in ignoring those limits. I don’t want to stifle your creativity! If your work is over 500 words please use the keep reading function when you post.

Pick one prompt from below by sending me an ask or a message. There will only be one person per prompt AND / OR Send me an ask with a prompt from below plus a character/pairing (and any other details you like) for me to write for you. (I have no idea if people will want to do that. If I get multiple requests I will pop them in a random generator to pick one to write before the due date - but I’ll save the others for a rainy day!)

Start Date: January 7, 2021 | End Date: February 28, 2021 - I’ll post a Masterlist on March 1, 2021

I will read and reblog all entries!

Feel free to write for any character, ship, pairing, or moresome from Supernatural/Supernatural RPF - I’m not picky in the slightest. 

Can be smut - can be not - whatever floats your little boat 

Can be xReader insert but doesn’t have to be

Tag things appropriately and include warnings for things like non-con / dub-con ; underage ; violence ; etc. you know, the typical stuff

I’ll try anything once; include whatever kinks you can think up EXCEPT - I would prefer not to read about solid bodily excrements. If you want to write that go for it, just tag it appropriately, and know I won’t read it personally, but I will still reblog 😊

Feel free to combine this with other challenges, or bingos or whatever you crazy kids are doing these days

Tag me in your posts ( @writethelifeyouwant​ ) and use the tag #Mads300MadOnes 

HAVE SOME FUCKING FUN BITCHES 😘

Prompts:

Why aren’t you scared of me? / Why do you care for me? - bury a friend, Billie Eilish @thinkinghardhardlythinking

And I ache to remember / All the violent, sweet / Perfect words that you said - Come On Get Higher, Matt Nathanson

Brother, let me be your fortress / When the night wheels are driving on / Be the one to light the way / Bring you home - Brother, NEEDTOBREATHE 

All we do is drive / All we do is think about the feelings that we hide - Drive, Halsey  @fandomfic-galore

Been through every emotion / Right now I'm sad, I'm broken / Like the bottles on the floor - Undrunk, FLETCHER @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad

Did I say something way too honest / Made you run and hide / Like a scared little boy - Forever & Always, Taylor Swift 

They don't almost say "I love you" / When they're downtown somewhere, just a little drunk - Friends Don’t, Maddie & Tae  @negans-lucille-tblr

All the pretty girls like Samuel - All the Pretty Girls, KALEO  @calaofnoldor​ 

And all of the voices surrounding us here / They just fade out when you take a breath - Tenerife Sea, Ed Sheeran 

Oh brother, we'll go deeper than the ink / Beneath the skin of our tattoos - Brother, Kodaline 

I want to taste her lips / Yeah, 'cause they taste like you - Girl Crush, Little Big Town 

Run away with me / Let me be your ride out of town / Let me be the place that you hide / We can make our lives on the go - Run Away With Me, Aaron Tveit 

If you find yourself in a lion's den / I'll jump right in / And pull my pin / And go with you - My Blood, Twenty One Pilots  @peridottea91

Well I came home / Like a stone / And I fell heavy into your arms - I Will Wait, Mumford & Sons @anaelsbrunette

So you tore my heart out / And I don't mind bleeding - Lonely Boy, The Black Keys 

Sam, you’re ready / Let’s go, anywhere / Get the car packed and throw me the key / Run away with me - Run Away With Me, Aaron Tveit 

I know that you'll never feel like I do / I will break into pieces right in front of you / I will burn down the city and string up the noose / And you'll watch in wonder - Put It on Me, Matt Maeson 

Your light blinding me / Like a goldmine unfound - Keeper, Reignwolf 

I'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional / I'm visceral, reloadable / I'm crazy, I'm crazy, I'm crazy, I'm crazy - Twisted, MISSIO @daydream3r-xo

It's my right to be hellish / I still get jealous / 'Cause you're too fuckin’ beautiful / And everybody wants your sex / That’s why / I still get jealous - Jealous, Nick Jonas  @mummybear

But I find holy redemption / When I put this car in drive - My Church, Maren Morris

Hey Brother, there's an endless road to re-discover / Hey Sister, Know the water's sweet but blood is thicker - Hey Brother, Avicii

Cradle our desire / To keep from drowning - Drowning, Radio Company 

They don't talk about the future and put each other in it / And get chills with every accidental touch - Friends Don’t, Maddie & Tae @sams-sass

It's not living if it's not with you / All I do is sit and drink without you - It’s Not Living (If It’s Not With You), The 1975 

Playlist: 

All these songs' lyrics have been drawn from this playlist here if you’re curious about your songs or just want some banging tunes. A huge thanks to everyone who contributed to this playlist ahead of this challenge! (Yes, this is my Wincest/J2 Playlist, but the prompts can be used however you like!) 

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2otdHADd4ikZzweopAwbeL?si=Aafvxls3SViqHdwTnoD75w 

[tomsrebeleyebrow]

heavenly yours (part 1/3) | th x fem!reader

Heavenly Yours – a chaotic series 

PART 1  |  PART 2  |  PART 3 | epilogue

Summary: Up in Heaven, Tom and (Y/N) have known each other since their youngest age as angels. They quickly began being inseparable, and maybe developed feelings but without ever confessing. One day, Superior Angels thought Tom’s convictions were being too big for Heaven. Fearing he could bring out a revolution between all angels, they took the decision to banish him of the Kingdom. Forever.

Pairing: Angel!Tom x Angel!Fem!Reader (will evolve)

Warnings: peaceful fluff, light PDA but nothing too crazy (did someone say sexual tension?) then total angst at the end so you’ve been warned!

Words count: 5624 (bless my soul and hands)

A/N: Hey there! Okay I’m really excited because my first mini series is now out!! 🙌🏻 I got this idea long time ago because Tom being King of Hell is hot, am I right?! 🔥 But I wanted to create a nice plot around it like how was everything before Faith turned the tables and how the reader will deal with it and other stuff, so here is a mini series of THREE PARTS taking place in an alternative universe (au)!! Hope you guys will enjoy it, I’m open to your constructive critics and opinions 😌💕

masterlist | series masterlist

Heaven.

The place we humans want to go and live in for eternity when we pass away. The afterlife everyone wishes for. Beautiful and peaceful. Heaven’s gates welcome you only if you deserve it, and your past life as human is erased from your memory. And then begins for you a new step of your existence: being an Angel.

Angels are known as being the definition of divine perfection created by God. They are gentleness and sympathy for others, gifted with a heart as pure as spring water. Dressed all in immaculate white, each one receives a pair of wings at their arrival; big and majestic, with feathers as soft as silk. No one in Heaven is imperfect. No one. An angel can’t and could never be imperfect… except if they break the Holy Laws.

(Y/N) doesn’t remember her life of Earth. Nothing. None. But this never scares her, quite the opposite. The day she arrived in front of the gate of the Hereafter she was not alone. Someone else stood next to her, dressed all in white like her. It was a young man, average height but with a great body and some muscles (quite in shape actually), a sharp jawline, a slightly crocked nose at the base with little freckles on it, and finally with nicely styled light brown hair that has some curls here and there. They caught the other’s eyes then both gave a faint smile.

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

A single word was enough for the two beings. One word said a lot.

« « (Y/N), Tom, my dear children welcome to Heaven. » »

Since that day, (Y/N) and Tom never left each other. Together, they discovered all the nooks of Heaven, the thousand and one marvelous places that they will call home from now on. Together, they met many other angels who then helped them to get used to the idyllic Kingdom. They also learnt how to be good angels. Together. Always. As the ‘days’ flew - abstract notion for angels because the effects of time don’t affect their physics anymore -, they started to know each other more and it was as if they have always known the other.

What a weird feeling...

How was this possible? Neither of them broached the subject because they both didn’t know the answer. At least, if there was one.

Looking at them being together is a delight for everyone’s eyes. Both are lucky and bless by the gods of beauty and when reunited, they sparkle like pure diamonds. Everybody like them, the children even more. (Y/N) and Tom don’t hesitate to take care of the young ones when they have a bit of free time, and needless to say they are good at it. And when they find themselves alone, the two angels make the most of it by taking walks in the numerous gardens and parks or by flying above the Kingdom next to each other between the clouds.

Never arguing, nor an inappropriate word. These two heavenly beings are only laughters and smiles and always here for the other. By the way, all Heaven noticed that (kind of discreetly) Tom and (Y/N) were rather touchy-feely with each other, but not in a naughty way. They hold hands all the time a lot. Sometimes (Y/N) would grad Tom’s arm and lean into it, or Tom would slid an arm around (Y/N)’s hips. There were also lots of endearments such as a caress on the cheek here or a kiss on the forehead there, and so much more. But nothing too much.

A pure platonic love.

Really?

* * * *

“Tom! (Y/N)! Look, we found more daisies for the flower crowns!”

The children run through the fields, their little arms full of varied flowers, to join (Y/N) and Tom who sit at the bottom of a blooming cherry tree. Other children also sit cross-legged near them and all linger over making flower crowns directed by the female angel. As for Tom, he sits behind her and does his utmost to braid her sublim hair while decorating it with the flowers collected by the young angels.

“It’s perfect but don’t run too fast!” (Y/N) warns them, smiling. The little ones then put all the flowers in the middle of the group before sitting too.

“Your hair is so beautiful, (Y/N)!” exclaims a little girl, her eyes sparkling in awe, “I wanna be as gorgeous as you!”

“Tom, the braid you made is stunning! You style hair so well!” a little boy next to Tom gasps, a half made flower crown in his little hands.

All this makes both (Y/N) and Tom smile. These little angels are so adorable that time flies by too fast with them.

“There, a beautiful flowered hairstyle for a divine angel” says Tom, admiring his work when done. And at that he leaves a soft peck on her bare shoulder before resting his chin on it, his face against hers.

(Y/N) chuckles, “Thank you Tom, it’s beautiful…” She strokes her long braided and flowered hair that falls on her shoulder and chest. Then she is able to smell the sweet and delicate scent from the flowers, and leaves a kiss in return on the young man’s cheek while warmly smiling into it, before rubbing her nose against it which makes Tom laugh.

“They’re being affectionate agaiiiiiiin!”

“You are sooooo cute together!”

The children snicker and squirm in front of this display of affection between the two grown angels. (Y/N) can’t help the huge smile on her face while looking at them all; wearing puffy dresses or shirts and pants, with little wings of their back that move with each of their laughs. She releases a sigh while feeling Tom slid his arms around her waist, bringing her even more closer to him. (Y/N)’s wings are closed but Tom can still feel them brush softly his face and torso.

She smells so good...

“So, who did finish they flower crown?” asks finally (Y/N) to the little group. Everybody raises the cute flower crowns above their head, proud of themselves and eager to know if they did good.

“They are all beautiful, congrats! Now, offer it to the classmate next to you.”

Following her instructions, the children look at each other before handing mutually the crown they made to a friend and receiving theirs in return, happy, and finally putting it on top of their ruffled hair. Each of them compliment the crown they got when (Y/N) slightly turns her head toward Tom.

“And here is yours, Tom.”

She spins her upper body in his direction, facing him, and places gently on Tom’s head the flower crown she just made. After adjusting it well, she looks at her work. That is to say (Y/N) is pretty talented. Her crown is generously ornamented with dahlias, gladiolus and splendid peonies, all multicolored but assembled in harmony. Some olive tree branches brighten up then strengthen the whole structure, adding a pleasant smell. The person wearing this crown is also for the viewing pleasure. Tom is radiant, all smile thanks to his friend’s gift. The colorful flowers highlight his brown curls of hair, as for his almond eyes and freckles sparsing on his nose. A quiver runs through (Y/N)’s body up to her wings. She couldn’t stop herself and arranges some strands of wild hair on his forehead, then cups his face between her soft hands.

“It suits you very well…” she whispers.

“I trust you and your skills more than anything, angel face” answers Tom, with soft eyes.

He puts his hands on (Y/N) ones for a moment, then snuggles his face in her right palm while leaving kisses on it. His lips are thin and a bit rugged but kind of soothing at the same time. They never break eye contact for a single second. No word exchanged. Just a look at each other, like when they met, is sufficient to communicate and they are the only one who know how to interpret it. In these moments they are in their own bubble, hiding from any curious eyes. Their surrounding long forgotten, they vowed (wordlessly) since the beginning to continue and cherish one another. Tom ends this moment a little too soon and takes (Y/N)’s hands in his, kissing them.

“It’s time to go back home, kids” he speaks to the little ones while watching them all.

After short protests, the children finally stand up one by one while brushing out dust from their clothes, and wait for the two adults before going back inside the Kingdom. Tom gets to his feet first and helps (Y/N) in return, still holding hands. Both soothe their large wings, under the children amazed eyes.

“Come on, let’s go home children, and stay together” points (Y/N) out.

The little angels gather together and start to walk. Tom and (Y/N) follow on their heels, hand in hand as usual, and keep moving to the first houses in sight of the Kingdom.

* * * *

The day comes to an end. The sky darkens little by little to let tones of stars take their place on it. The fresh breeze of the night ruffles (Y/N)’s face and hair while they walk back to their respective homes (needless to say holding hands, right?). The streets gradually clear out and they could hear their footsteps echoing in the quiet night. Both angels like taking a walk this late because everything is calm, peaceful. Tom and (Y/N) don’t live together, but their houses are obviously next to each other. Because in Heaven, each angel has their own space of living, except children who must live with an adult angel until the Superior Angels pronounce them capable of living alone.

Ah, Superior Angels… Tom could stand them less than before since recently, with all their rules, laws - or whatever they call them - for everything, but he couldn’t say that, oh no. Feeling something else as joy and compassion is forbidden in Heaven, yes, FORBIDDEN. It is one of the first Holy Law of the Hereafter, saying:

« « All Angel worth of the name will only be able to feel joy and compassion for the other. » »

But the one Tom couldn’t put on with any longer was worth than that:

« « All Angel will never feel more than brotherly love towards another Angel.

All Angel will never think about succumbing to carnal sin, definition of the damned underworld of Hell, at the risk of becoming a fallen angel and being forever banish for the Kingdom of Heaven. » »

Brotherly love. Carnal sin. Hell. Fallen Angel. Banished. These words don’t stop resonating in the mind of the young man. Every day. Every night. He tries forces himself to never forget them, especially in (Y/N)’s presence. But how can he resist her? Recently he feels like a weird sensation awaking deep inside of him, something unknown that keeps encouraging him to protect her but mostly keeping her to himself. He couldn’t bare the idea of some other male angel being near (Y/N) or acting way too familiar with her.

She is mine and mine only.

But what to do? He couldn’t risk and put her in danger by his fault. But these urges are more and more intense as the days pass, and Tom finds it harder every time to handle them. When he was alone at home his mind rambled in strange places that even himself didn’t know he could imagine. And strangely it was not as displeasing as he thought it would be.

“Tom, we’re here.”

The tinkling voice of (Y/N) brings Tom out of his wandering thoughts. They are, in fact, in front of the young woman’s door and barely two meters away from his.

“You’re all right, Tom?”

“Why would I not be all right when you are with me, my angel?” answers Tom with his signature toothy smile.

“You looked like… lost deep in your thoughts? If something worries you, don’t hesitate to talk to me about it. You know I will always be here for you…” carries on (Y/N), squeezing the hand Tom is holding.

“Ah… true to yourself, as always.” Tom snickers, a little smirk growing on his lips, and taking both her hands in his to kiss the top. “But don’t worry about me, I was just thinking about… things, that’s all.” Then he leans into her face and drop off a tender kiss on her cheek.

“What do you mean by “things”?” whispers (Y/N) in return, curious, in his ear. Their wings stretch little by little in their back to then brush themselves against the other’s creating like a cocoon around them, safe from too many indiscreet looks from other angels.

“My angel… I don’t want to involve you in anything, it would kill me to-”

“Don’t talk like that, Tom” interrupts (Y/N), “I don’t like it when you say these kind of things… You are all I have here…”

Don’t say that… Stop…

“Doll face, you don’t understand…”

A shiver travels Tom’s body at these words. His breathing begins to accelerate like his heartbeats. Tom couldn’t stop peppering her cheek with tons of kisses, he needed this, he couldn’t help it. Then he takes his hands back to put them on (Y/N)’s hips, holding her against his body. (Y/N) lets out a little whine of surprise while putting her hands flat on Tom’s chest, which is way closer than before. Never did she stop him to touch her. She appreciates having him next to her a lot and can’t go without it anymore. However she gets goose bumps while feeling Tom’s kisses move along her jawline to then reach the other cheek he neglects since now. That is definitely something new to her. She is aware of the sudden redness of both her cheeks and her heart getting carried away. Then (Y/N) follows Tom’s face and rubs hers on him like a kitten pleading for affection. The man’s hands starts massaging her hips and his thumbs draw circles as he goes up her waist, then back to her hips again.

“Tom… I-I feel weird…” stumbles (Y/N) in a squeak.

“Me too princess, since a long time…” answers Tom. “You are the most important person to me (Y/N) and for anything in this world would I be separated from you. But recently, there is… There is more. I can’t stop myself and think about you nonstop, I can’t go without you…”

Tom’s arms wrap even more around (Y/N)’s luscious body to now embrace her into him. The face of one nestled against the neck of the other, and vice versa. An embrace full of affection they have for each other. (Y/N) squeezes Tom against her and she is able to feel and hear both hearts pound wildly. Her body heat rises more and more, what was happening to her?

“Tom, I-”

But he interrupts her by raising his face from the crook of her neck, and places it in front of her own visage. Their nose brush together like their wings since the beginning with half closed eyes, liking the closeness and their tangled breathing. Their lips too brush and they wait for one thing...

“(Y/N), darling...” whispers Tom in a sigh. He hurries to stroke her face again, feeling her soft and flawless skin on his palm, before keeping his hands on her jaw and sighs, “I love you.”

And Tom finally succumbs to his deadly temptation but right now he couldn’t care less. Their lips finally touch and assemble like two perfect puzzle pieces. It is impossible to stop, this sensation is too strong and the temptation even more irresistible. The kiss starts being slightly more intense, with more open mouths and tongues than before. But Tom doesn’t want to go too fast. At least, not now. His goal is to show to his sweet (Y/N) how much she means to him before anything else, wishing she will accept his feelings. And it seems like so. (Y/N)’s mind is clearly troubled, she knows what is happening but she doesn’t want to stop. But Tom decides to end it - before he completely loses his self-control - but most importantly not to be seen.

“I love you so much (Y/N) and I promise to protect you until the end of the world.”

His declaration squeezes her heart. She nibbles on her bottom lip before taking Tom’s face again between her slender hands and leaves a short peck, full of meaning, on his thin lips slightly swollen from minutes ago.

“Me too Tom, I love you more than anything.”

Their hearts beats in unisson. Tom can’t help the smile on his face, large and as bright as the sun, and makes (Y/N) swirl in the air because he couldn’t contain his happiness. (Y/N) lets a joyful giggle out before holding back not to wake the neighbour angels up. The two angels, in love, stare at each other sparkles in their eyes like never since they arrived in the Kingdom of Heaven long time ago. They wish this moment would never end...

“I promise we will make it work, darling, I promise you.”

* * * *

The days passed, looked the same and flew by again and again.

Ton and (Y/N) continue to act as if nothing happened between them a few weeks ago. But sometimes their show of affection are a little… more daring like they used to be; a kiss on the corner of the lips or more “tight hugs”, but it was still rare kind of. Tom makes sure of keeping these intimate moments indoors, one-to-one, hidden from everyone. It is out of the question to let this be known by others.

Then one day - and more previous ones full of thinking about it -, Tom comes to pick (Y/N) at her house to share a meal for midday, as they usually do and when properly seated in the middle of a nice garden with their food ordered, he begins:

“Darling, I decided to go and talk with the Superior Angels after our meal. I asked them for a meeting and they agreed to it for today.”

(Y/N) straighten out her face from her food and raises her brows, blinking twice, “Why?”

“Just to explain and prove them that an angel can be in love with another one, that’s it.”

“But Tom, you know like me that we transgressed the principal rules of Heaven! What will happen if you tell them clearly we love each other? We don’t really know what they are capable of!!” answer (Y/N) kind of agitated, making her best to keep her voice as low as possible.

In fact nobody knows a lot about the Superior Angels. Apart from maintaining Heaven in order and deciding who is allowed to enter the Kingdom, it was often said that their sentences could be harsh and horrible. The young woman can’t just leave Tom go by himself.

“I’m coming with-”

“That is a solid no, doll face. Don’t worry, I will never say your name. I wanna make sure they will listen to what I have to say first and then I will improvise depending on their answer.”

Tom takes (Y/N)’s hands, placed neatly on the table, and kisses them like he loves to do and whispers:

“I love you (Y/N) and you know that. I promised I will protect you and make sure to keep my promise until the end.”

“I love you too so much Tom, so much…”

(Y/N) kisses back his hands and each knuckles while smiling. But she couldn’t help being scared for him.

After finishing their meal and chatting about lighter subjects, they walk a little in the garden they ate and then in the city, looking at some shops, stopping to talk with other angels and enjoying their share time.

Later they arrive in front of a large wrought iron front gate in solid gold. They could make out a long alley surrounded by big trees on the other side, without seeing too far away. And not a single sound. (Y/N) swallowed hardly because of the… strange atmosphere. She knows they arrived. Then she gets closer to Tom and slides her arms around his shaped body. The young man could smell her hair, as sweet as it have ever been while kissing on top of her head.

“Relax (Y/N), it’s me who should be stressed and not the other way around, right?” he smirks, sliding his own arm around her shoulder to keep her close.

“I know that but I can’t help it! And…” She interrupts herself and again, the silence reigns around them both. “This place makes me uncomfortable…”

Tom tightens his grip on her to reassure his poor lover. “Darling, don’t worry. Knowing you are mine is my biggest strength…”

(Y/N) cuddles up to him, her face pressed against his neck, also smelling his natural scent. This always calms her down.

“Please, be careful Tommy.”

“Yes, dove, I promise you.” Tom then tenderly kisses her forehead, “Once it’s over, I’m coming back to your place, is that all right?”

(Y/N) nods vigorously her head without saying a word, still nestled into him. She leaves here a quick peck before loosing her grip and cupping his face in her palms, massaging his cheeks while staring at each other. She knows she couldn’t let the three words slip out her mouth here so she chooses to tell him with her eyes. Tom understands straight away and stared back at her beautiful orbs.

“Me too, (Y/N). Me too.”

When they separate, Tom pushes the gate open and gets inside the enclosure where the Superior Angels were waiting for him. He breathes in one last time and, before the gate would close behind him, he turns around and sends (Y/N) another smile. She sends one back at him while sending him a flying kiss with her hands. He then walks away and in a snap he disappears into the fog. With no wish to linger here any longer and alone, the young woman goes back to the main street, in which she is sure to find people.

* * * *

5pm. 6pm. 7pm. 9. Then 11. Midnight is about to strike and still no sign of Tom. (Y/N) doesn’t know what to do. She is pacing in her living room nonstop for two hours now, agitated and panicked not knowing where her lover is.

“But what is he doing?!” she asks herself, biting her fingernail. “Please, tell me he’s safe!!”

Unable to stand still for another minute, she decides to go where they split path. (Y/N) leaves her house in a hurry and doesn’t care about the angels she bumps into by accident - to whom she still excuses herself but only a few time.

Again in front of the golden gate, the silence from earlier this day is still heavy. Just before she loses her courage, she opens it and ventures inside the place.

The atmosphere is almost unbearable. No sound from anywhere or anything. No one, not even a single bird or butterfly. (Y/N) keeps walking and enters the fog she saw Tom disappearing into, and finds herself a bit disoriented. Then voices, finally! Relieved she continues walking towards them - still blind - and after a few meters, she steps out of the thick fog.

“Where am I?...”

Hidden between gigantic oak trees, (Y/N) catches sight of an impressive stoned structure. While approaching it, carefully, she sees no door but a beautiful arcade as a doorway. Choosing to stay as quiet as possible, the young woman walks to it from the side and listens carefully. The voices are clearer now.

« « You persist with your talk, angel. » »

« « How dare you? » »

« « You have no right to speak about this kind of topic. » »

The voices are not familiar to (Y/N), none of them, so she deduces they are to the Superior Angels. The tone of their voices are plain but still severe, emotionless, and don’t seem to appreciate what is happening. (Y/N) is out of breath. Was Tom still with them?

« « Superiors, this angel has been corrupted. » »

“But you don’t understand!”

(Y/N) jumps by hearing this voice that she knows so well. A smile finds again a way through her face before she leans slightly to see more. And then she sees him. But what she sees now makes her previous smile congealed then melted into horror. Tears start to blur her vision. Tom is actually kneel down on the stoned floor, surrounded by at least ten Superiors Angels who levitate around him. His beautiful and strong wings now tied up, the rope way too tight because it visibly compresses them. His hands are also tied up and placed in front of him, fists tighten up. His usual relaxed face is no more and replaced with so much pain and… rage.

“Angels CAN love each other! This is as obvious as we once lived on Earth! Can’t you understand?!”

« « Did you forget the Holy Laws of our Kingdom, angel? No angel can show more than brotherly love to another one. » »

“I already know your stupid rules but they hurt us all! Why couldn’t we simply love each other?!”

Tom’s voice lets appear all his emotions at once and known. (Y/N)’s hands begins to shake. She feels deep inside that all this will not end as they wish it for.

« « Loving with Love is similar to only crave for the other’s body. All Love is a sin, the thirst to desire the flesh of the other and you, angel, want us, Kingdom of Heaven, to give our morals up to the damned temptations of the Kingdom of Hell? That will never happen. » »

« « You have been corrupted, angel. » »

« « And we thought you were perfect and worthy of the wings we gave you. » »

“I don’t care about the wings!! Free me and I will prove you that the Love I feel is not morbid!!”

Tom struggles with the rope to tempt and free himself but the Superior Angels’ control is too powerful for him. He can’t stop and think about (Y/N) to give himself some strength, he’s doing this for both of them, for their love, and to make everyone experiences this delightful feeling called love. He gritted his teeth by irritation.

« « Love is a sin. » »

« « And your wings are the proof of it. » »

One of the Superior Angels comes closer to Tom, still flying, and takes violently one of his wings to open and show it. Tom whines from this painful move.

« « Look. Your feathers are darkening, angel. You have been corrupted. » »

(Y/N) couldn’t see well what the Superior Angel is talking about but her tears run on her cheeks. Her breathing trembles, her hands sweaty as her entire body.

Please stop it.... Don’t hurt him...

Tom turns slowly his head toward the inside of his wing displayed to everyone, and he sees some feathers being more grey than immaculate white.

Now there are more than before…

And suddenly, as if by instinct, he feels her. His pained look turns discreetly toward the entrance of the structure, and then he catches sight of her. (Y/N), his sweet (Y/N), his love, hidden behind the wall supporting the arcade, in tears in front of what is going on. It was the first time he sees her like this, fragile and scared, and he wishes for anything but looking at her like this because of him. Tom lets escape a short sigh and he too wants to cry. But he stays stronger, for her, and regains his senses.

“You are the one corrupting us all. How can you imagine a second that we can find happiness by living alone? You decide if we are worth it to stay, then put us in a single house to lock us up in your too perfect Kingdom! Oh and of course we live our little life like the good brainless angels we are and we do the same everyday! That is not what life is supposed to be! I’m sure life was way better than this on Earth! We should be free of our acts like-”

« « Enough. » »

« « You talk too much, angel. » »

« « Your words are as corrupted as you are. » »

« « Who is the other angel you corrupted? » »

“I never corrupted anyone! And it’s called mutual love!!” screams Tom, rage leaking out from all his pores.

« « A name. » »

« « Now. » »

“Never!!!” retorts him.

« « Could it be Angel (Y/N)? » »

« « Did you corrupted our (Y/N)? » »

“Leave her outside of all this!! She knows nothing about it!!” Tom’s heart tightens at his own words.

I will protect her.

« « Our (Y/N) is perfect. » »

« « She is unique. » »

« « Never could she be corrupted. » »

“She is way too perfect for all of you and your stupid world....” whispers Tom between his teeth.

(Y/N) kneels down on the cold ground too, her legs trembling so much she couldn’t stay on her own two feet. What is going on right now is the worst scenario that could have happened. And she couldn’t do anything. Tom protects her with this own will, like he promised, and she hasn’t enough strength to stop her sobbing anymore.

“Oh Tom… Please let him go…” she cries her face pushed on the wall, her voice distorted by her tears.

« « We can’t tolerate your presence in our Kingdom anymore. » »

« « You have no right to be here anymore. » »

« « You have been corrupted. » »

Here it is. The end is coming. Tom had a suspicion since the beginning that if thing were not going well as he planned, it would be definitely over. He couldn’t care less about what are saying the Superior Angels anymore. And a single thought matters to him right now: seeing the face of his gorgeous (Y/N) one last time. He still contains his tears because making her even sadder than she is would finish him off. He wants her to be strong, like she always is, whatever happens. So he lets his gaze fall on the entrance arcade and she is still here, shivering like a newborn doe, red eyes and her cheeks wet. Can he just wish to have her in his arms one last time...

They gaze at each other and (Y/N)’s tears pour down her eyes even more. Her handsome angel is in pain, suffers an obnoxious martyr but she also suffers with him. Tom’s visage tries to be reassuring even when the ropes around his wings squeezes them badly. Its grip is a total pain, hurting some feathers but mostly the skin they are covering and he hisses at that. But still looking at her, he attempts to tell her not to worry about him and that, even if the worst is about to come, to keep living. (Y/N) shakes her head violently not daring to think what would happen to Tom. She just could imagine a second being away from him, even less for eternity. Her stubbornness makes Tom smile, exhausted, because her (Y/N) is so like this all the time. But the gods decided another faith for them.

And the sentence is pronounced.

« « Angel Tom, you are this day deprived from your angelic position and are now a fallen angel. » »

« « Your wings will be removed. » »

« « For breaking the Holy Laws, you are not welcomed in Heaven anymore. » »

« « For being corrupted, you are not welcomed in Heaven anymore. » »

Tom and (Y/N) still stare at each other until the end.

« « For giving in to the temptation, you are this day banish from Heaven. » »

« « Forever. » »

Before the Superior Angels finish the sentence’s statement, Tom whispers his last words to (Y/N), hoping she will get them by reading on his lips.

I love you… and will always love you, forever, my princess.

(Y/N) puts a hand on her mouth to conceal a painful sob. Her other hand grips her white dress to her heart’s lever and bites her bottoms lip to contain any sound that could come out. And before it is too late, she removes the hand from her mouth and whispers back to him:

I love you too so much and will love you until the end of the world...

Tom’s eyes glisten, tears finally ready to flow but he keeps them a bit more. He smiles for the last time.

« « Heaven is not your home anymore... » »

« « ... but now are the Depths of Hell. » »

(Y/N) feels her blood freezing. Tom lets his last sigh out and closes his eyes, facing down. Once the sentence done, a muffled sound comes out from the stoned ground and suddenly its opens itself under Tom’s hurt body and it is thrown inside, letting himself fall like a dead body. (Y/N) sees him fall and it is now too much for her to handle. She tries standing again, keeping her balance with the wall and starts to run to where she came from, behind the trees, like her life is on the line. Her sobbing finally escape and echo in the sorrowful night, then she gathers some speed before flying away, high in the air. The warm tears contrast with the cold air that slaps her face as she beats her wings harder and faster. The clouds disappear when she brushes past them.

Tonight she lost everything.

And her afterlife in Heaven will never be the same anymore.

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i know this is kinda really detailed and specific idea for a scenario so i hope that this is okay! it turns out tsuki is only really good at english because he kept his english penpal from primary school and they talk everyday and ft and she surprises him by turning up before the shiratorizawa match!! just some fluffy platonic feels please maybe she goes out with the team for dinner afterwards too? 💕💕💖

Omg, I really love this scenario! I’ve had my fair share of penpals so I was really excited to write this (: I remember having an Italian penpal 2 years ago and interacting with her inspired me to learn Italian on my own because she would often give me amazing Italian book recommendations hehe (I might have gone a bit overboard when writing about Tsukki training for the match lmao)

BTW for those interested, the quote from the beginning is from Donna Tartt’s ‘The Secret History’! It’s one of my favourite books of all time and it’s what made me start learning Latin, highly recommend it to all of you! Also, I love writing about platonic friendships soooo much so if any of you would like to request similar things in the future, please do!

Note*** Reader will be speaking to the team in Japanese, which will be indicated by bolded words

Okay, I’ll stop talking now, enjoy!

“I had said goodbye to her once before, but it took everything I had to say goodbye to her then, again, for the last time, like poor Orpheus turning for a last backwards glance at the ghost of his only love and in the same heartbeat losing her forever: hinc iliac lacrimae, hence those tears.”

Tsukishima sighed and put the book down. Pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, he leaned back and closed his eyes. It was a bittersweet feeling he often experienced when nearing the end of a compelling novel. This particular one, especially, had had him completely enamored. He almost felt wistful when he realised he was almost done with it.

He opened the book back up and carefully highlighted the phrase “Orpheus turning for a last backward glance”, making a mental note to look up the reference. It sounded like a literary allusion to a Greek myth of some sort, but he had to check to be sure. He glanced at his phone and opened his e-mail to type a quick message to you.

“I am almost done with this book… Honestly, what a ride! I can’t even bring myself to finish it because of how attached I am. I learnt so many new phrases and literary allusions too! I’m seriously considering reading all the pieces of work the author had referenced throughout the novel haha. But, it’s gonna have to wait until after my volleyball season ends because we have finals coming up soon… Anyway, talk to you later! BTW, how did you enjoy the poetry collection I sent you?”

He signed off as he usually did, packed his things up and left for after-school volleyball practice. He couldn’t help but feel that today was a particularly lovely day. When Yamaguchi approached him and draped his arm around his shoulder, he welcomed his friend’s affectionate gesture with a genuine smile of his own.

“Wow, that’s a big smile! Did something good happen?” Yamaguchi questioned curiously. He glanced down at Tsukkishima’s hands and noticed the book he was holding.

“Ah! Y/n’s book huh? Is it any good?” He asked, excitedly grabbing it from his friend and flipping through the pages. His eager expression morphed into one of complete confusion as he squinted his eyes at the flurry of words before him. “How do you even read this? It’s so hard…” He blurted out.

“Tsk, you just don’t have enough practice, dumbass,” Tsukkishima retorted jokingly. It was true, though, what he said. His regular emails to and from you since his primary school days had greatly improved his English linguistic skills. Even more so, it had made him more knowledgeable in the art of writing and analysis. Everytime he got a comment on his essays about his exceptional way with words, he would silently thank your influence in his head. It was quite ironic that Tsukishima, someone who found it immensely difficult to forge meaningful relationships with those around him, would have shared such a close friendship with a girl living on the other side of the world, but such was life.

As the highly anticipated match against Shiratorizawa loomed closer, Tsukishima’s mind drifted from you and the book he had yet to finish. His heart, soul and entire being was devoted to his team. While he greatly appreciated the daily messages of encouragement you graced him with every morning, he simply did not have the time to respond properly. For now, all that mattered was volleyball.

He trained everyday, much like his teammates. Where once he would have scoffed at the level of fervor he demonstrated in his journey towards becoming the best player he could be, he now relished in the passion that flooded him everytime he held the ball between his hands, or when he jumped in tandem with his teammates to form a block. He would be prepared for Shiratorizawa, for Ushijima Wakatoshi, and for whatever force that dared to reckon with him.

That was what he told himself before the match, repeating it in his heart like a mantra, with the hopes that the belief would materialise in the court. And, that was exactly what his teammates and he did. They won. They actually won. Tsukishima never viewed himself as a sadistic person, but dear God, the look of defeat in the faces of his opponents sent him to a high he had never experienced before. It wasn’t that he was glad they lost; they were decently nice people. It was that they had won; a game that, by all expectations, should have been lost. He was euphoric. In that moment, amidst the chaos surrounding him and the cheers resounding through the stadium, he felt an immense wave of love rush over him. Love for his sport, his opponents, and most importantly, his team; his family outside of his family.

After the match, as the team made their way out of the locker rooms, he let himself bask in the triumph of their victory as his friends cheered boisterously. Suddenly, he caught the eyes of a very familiar face approaching him with a slight jog. His eyes widened. Impossible.

“Tsukki!” You wrapped your arms around his neck. He didn’t hesitate to engulf you in a hug of equal intensity. It was either the excitement of winning, or the shock from seeing you in front of him that made him so easily reciprocate your affection, but at that moment he didn’t care.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, incredulously, ignoring the gawking stares of his team. “My parents wanted to go to Japan for the holidays, and of course I had to come see you at your big match! You were amazing! I mean, Amazing, with a capital A!” you rambled off excitedly. Tsukishima almost let you continue your enthusiastic rant but he was interrupted by Daichi’s hesitant tap to his back. He cleared his throat and announced, “Everyone, this is Y/n, my good friend from Y/c.”

“Hello everyone! It is so wonderful to meet all of you! Tsukki has said so much about you that I feel like I know all of you already,” you addressed them, bowing slightly. Your nervous blush made Tsukki smile softly to himself. Immediately, you were attacked with questions.

“How does Tsukishima know such a pretty girl?”

“Where are you from? Are you here on holiday? How do you know Japanese?”

“Do you play volleyball?”

You did your absolute best to answer all their questions, and in the process, gave the team a brief summary of your friendship with Tsukishima. Yamaguchi, in particular, was wonderfully excited to make your acquaintance. Eventually, the boys and their managers invited you to have dinner with them. You graciously took their offer and left the stadium with them.

The evening was filled with laughter and jubilation. Everybody was still riding the high from their win, and spent dinner reminiscing moments during the match, and of course, talking about Tsukishima and his pretty friend. Stories about his childhood self, his emo-phase and, for a brief tw months, k-pop phase, were shared by Yamaguchi and yourself. Usually, Tsukishima would have been incredibly annoyed at being the object of a joke, but tonight, he settled for a half-hearted shove to Yamaguchi’s shoulder and a teasing comment. “At least I pulled it off… Not like your cosplay phase, remember?” Cue another round of hearty laughter.

As he watched you and his team bond, he sat back and gently rubbed his chest. His heart felt so full at the moment, and although he knew it wouldn’t last, he cherished the feeling and took a mental picture of the scene in front of him. He leaned towards your ear and whispered, “Thank you so much for coming, it meant a lot.” You squeeze his arm gently and replied, “That’s what friends are for, Tsukki!”

[fablesrose]

Of Kings and Shadows XXI

Description: Y/n, a girl who seems to have found her calling. Being a SHIELD agent is like a dream come true. With a friendship starting to form with the Avengers, she’s the Queen of the world! What could go wrong?

Pairings: Avengers x reader, Loki x reader (eventually)

Warnings: Feels (hopefully this gives you feels😅)

Notes: Hey, guys sorry for skipping last week. Werds was hurd, so I decided to post this a day early. Enjoy!

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Clint sat alone in the observatory area looking over the training area. The twins were doing their training exercises on their respective sides of the room. He was lost in his thoughts. Ones he desperately wanted a map for.

"Well look who it is." Natasha walked into the room from the door behind Clint.

Clint didn't acknowledge her presence; he just sat in silence, staring at the young pair below him minding their own business.

"Miss, Mr. Barton currently does not have his hearing aids in. He cannot hear you."

As Friday was talking a light blinked in Clint's line of vision. He perked up and looked over his shoulder to see Natasha walking around the chairs to sit by him. His eyes flicked from her mouth to her hands, waiting for her to talk.

[You're having a bad day] Natasha signed at him once she sat down and twisted to face him.

[I guess you could say that] Clint paused, not sure what else to say, but eventually continued on describing the thoughts and feelings swirling in his mind. He first jerked his head to the side towards the window facing the training area, [Doesn't that look familiar? A young agent in the training room, training with hardly any attention put on the world around her? All she wanted to do was succeed, Nat] Clint's head and eyes hung heavy with sorrow and regret.

Natasha, as quick on her toes and tongue as she was, had to think about what to say to him.

She didn't get to answer before Clint began to shake his head with an obviously forced smile and airy chuckle, [How long has it been? 5 years?]

[6 years 1 month 11 days] Natasha quickly signed to correct him.

There was a pause, Clint blinking at her, before he signed back, [You're having a bad day too.]

Natasha bit her lip, feeling a bit foolish. [I think everyone is having a bad day.]

Natasha would be right, as always. Throughout the compound, the team was dealing, somewhat poorly in some cases with the various feelings of loss. There were only two people who were blissfully unaware of the emotional turmoil rolling around the building and they were in the training room.

Luckily, most of them weren't alone. Even if they wanted to be.

It's both amazing and sometimes scary how in sync the Avengers are with each other. I'm not even sure who or what triggered it, but nearly the whole compound was feeling the absence of a particular young woman.

They could all be found in separate spaces, some started off alone, but didn't stay that way. Clint in the observational area with Natasha coming to join.

Tony was working in his workshop on some new groundbreaking invention when Rhodey knew he didn't want to be alone. Eventually, they flipped through some pictures. Rhodey didn't get to know her since he was so busy in the military at the time, but he knew how much she meant to Tony. To everyone.

Steve could be found in his room next to a desk. He's been picking up drawing again these days. He was particularly broody which caused Bucky's Steve sense to tingle. Bucky was sitting on the bed, watching Steve doodle, as Sam tried to push him off so he could sit down. Their bickering left Steve with a grateful chuckle. Bucky and Sam never got to meet her, but the way the team talked about her made them smile.

Many would have thought Bruce would be working himself to sleep in his lab, but even doctors need some fresh air. He was outside lying in the grassy field. He liked to watch the consistent repetition of Thor and Vision passing each other Mjolnir. Repetition was good for their minds. It was mechanical and didn't need much, if any, thinking. They seemed to forget sometimes that Vision remembers Y/n. He is so much different than Jarvis, after all.

And that accounts for everybody... except for one.

I don't wish you to think bad of him. Or to pity him either.

Instead, I want you to be proud. Loki has bonded with the team enough to be in sync with them. The team trusted him enough to leave him alone and knew when he needed to be.

He tended to wander around his room. His pride was large, but even he had to break down a little. Eventually, he couldn't take it any longer, so he opened a drawer and pulled out a little box stuck in the back corner. He rarely looked at it anymore, but he could never become even close to getting rid of it.

Lifting the lid, the shiny surface of an old smartphone looked back at him. He wiped the dust off with his pants and sat at the head of his bed. Before he turned it on he examined the corners and edges of the case. The color was worn, fading to the white plastic underneath.

He flipped it over a couple more times before turning it on and unlocking it. Y/n was smiling up at him, surrounded by the goofy faces of the Avengers. Loki was not included in the picture. He couldn't remember why anymore. Knowing himself, he probably rolled his eyes at the time.

He smiled a bit bitterly before opening the music app. He put it on shuffle and let the soft notes of the opening chords play out through the speakers. Listening to her music left him feeling like he was getting to know her better even though she wasn't there.

I thought I knew you well But all this time I could never tell I let you get away Haunts me every night and every day

He opened her gallery and started to scroll through the pictures. A lot of them were pictures of the team having fun. Even more pictures were of seemingly random objects, but no one could deny they looked cool or pretty. Loki smiled when he would get to a picture that had both of them in it together.

You were the only one The only friend that I counted on How could I watch you walk away I'd give anything to have you here today

He missed her. There weren't very many times they were together alone, but he finally thought that he was building friendships when Y/n disappeared, and hers was one he really wanted to cherish. He thought he was making things right. He wished she hadn't been taken or left, or whatever happened to her. Whatever the reason, Y/n was gone, and there was nothing he could do about it.

But now I stand alone with my pride And dream that you're still by my side

But that was yesterday I had the world in my hands But it's not the end of my world Just a slight change of plans

He sighed when he scrolled through all the pictures. He had his nostalgia. He knew there was nothing to be done. He has to move on, he has moved on, but a day of remembrance to keep everyone sober is appropriate. Maybe even necessary.

He quickly looked at the battery to see it was running a bit low. He pulled out a charger he got from Tony and plugged in the phone, shutting it off in the process. Loki made it so the phone could charge while still in the box and closed the lid. He placed the box gently back in its place in the drawer.  He closed it softly with a sigh.

That was yesterday But today life goes on No more hiding in yesterday 'Cause yesterday's gone

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Arguably, the worst part of this whole ordeal was the deafening silence that I experienced. The natural noises of civilization, of people, of, anything living, in particular, was absent. I couldn't even hear the rumble of a machine, the beep of the camera (yes, there is still one in my room. Don't ask me, they're creeps), or the settling of the building.

The way I tried to overcome it was to use my vast knowledge of music to sing to myself. Some people have said that music was the only thing I used my head for, but I didn't really mind. Look what it's doing for me now, it's keeping me sane.

Music and just burying myself in the memories. I had to block out reality somehow, and my imagination was severely tainted with my inner turmoil, so I settled on the Avengers to bring a smile to my imaginary face. Ya know since I can't use my own.

Love, my love I gave it all Thought I saw the light When I heard you call Life that we both could share Has deserted me Left me in despair

Sometimes they made me sad. I took what I had for granted, now I have no idea if I'm even going to see them again, let alone get to talk to them, laugh with them, cry, smile, do anything. Sometimes I wish I would never see them again. It's obvious that I'm not going to break free of whatever mad science/voodoo they put on me. I really don't want to face them.

But now I stand alone with my pride Fighting back the tears I never let myself cry

I vaguely heard an alarm going off, it was different than any other alarm I'd heard. I knew it wasn't a fire alarm, I had heard that one plenty of times. I didn't pay much mind to it, there wasn't anything I could do anyway. The equivalent feeling of my heart clenching came to mind when I knew my daydreams wouldn't continue. It's been a rough... Forever.

But that was yesterday Love was torn from my hands But it's not the end of my world Just a little hard to understand

I told myself I was going to make it. I don't know for how much longer, but I was going to make it. I started to pay more attention to the groups of running soldiers, armed with weapons I had only caught glimpses of. Noxy suited up into her protective white jumpsuit. The sleeves only went to her elbows to show off her powered up black-gloved hands. I couldn't deny that I liked the combat boot style they gave me, but I didn't understand Henry's obsession with the color white.

It's been talked about how some of Henry's bases have been put under attack. Most were of rival organizations. You'd be surprised how many there are. From the looks of it whoever is attacking, out of all the bases available, had the luck to choose the one I was kept in.

Noxy walked the power walk of all power walks approaching the sounds of gunfire. The lights flickered and dimmed as she past. I felt the power within me surge as they did, the shadows powering me up. There was a group of agents just down the hall and they were under fire. Agents rushed by me as reinforcements. I couldn't see who the attackers were yet, but I could see debris flying from around the corner of the T in the hallway.

The agents had a strange mixture of fear and respect as Noxy approached. Another day at the office. They were dropping like flies and I could hear that the intruders were breaking down the defenses very quickly. The few agents who could, moved out of Noxy's way so she could stand in the middle of them and face the attackers.

That was yesterday But today life goes on You won't find me in yesterday's world Now yesterday's gone

She reached the center of the group and turned a perfect ninety degrees in the open hallway. Time seemed to slow down for a moment as I saw who was on the other side of the flashing lights that promised pain. I was only prepared for the physical pain of gunshots, but instead, I got the agony of heartbreak.

There was a moment where Noxy stood and assessed the situation. At that moment, so many things flashed across my mind as I soaked up what was in front of me. Familiar faces looked back at me and I had never felt more trapped. They froze when they looked at my face. All hands started to lower for a second, but only one.

The Avengers all had mirrored expression of horror, shock, disbelief. I wanted to cry, laugh, collapse. I wanted to do anything. Anything other than what my body showed. Noxy's gaze remained stoic as she maintained eye contact.

I don't know if it was something in the shots they gave me, or how wide they were stretching their eyes, but I could see the whites of them, even if they were at least 20 yards away. I tried to memorize the shades of blue and green looking back at me. I only wish I could have seen Tony's eyes, but he had his helmet on, the only reason I could tell he recognized me was the repulsors in his hands dimmed.

The moment came to an end all too quickly. Without batting an eye Noxy formed a plate of darkness and sent it to push the attackers back. She then hit specific points in the walls causing the ceiling to collapse. The way was blocked off completely.

Just like the physical walls of the building, it felt like the walls that were holding me away from control started to contract. For the first time in months I screamed; I cried out for any type of deliverance. I wanted to curl up into the fetal position with tears rolling down my face as I yelled until I was too tired to stay awake any longer.

I felt numb as Noxy walked away and the agents rushed around her to start the evacuation process.

For the years, I'm sure it's been years now, I've been stuck in this place I've relied on the happy memories to try and drown out the horrors I've seen. I didn't know for sure, but I had a feeling that it wasn't going to be like that anymore.

Goodbye yesterday Now it's over and done Still I hope somewhere deep in your heart Yesterday will live on

I just hoped I would be able to see anything other than betrayal painted on their faces.

Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nrqPZFNrqCA

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"Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling." —Edna Ferber

"My idea of Christmas, whether old-fashioned or modern, is very simple: loving others. Come to think of it, why do we have to wait for Christmas to do that?" – Bob Hope

"May you never be too grown up to search the skies on Christmas Eve."

"I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph." – Shirley Temple

"Christmas is not a date. It is a state of mind." – Mary Ellen Chase

"I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year." – Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

"Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas." – Calvin Coolidge

"Unless we make Christmas an occasion to share our blessings, all the snow in Alaska won't make it 'white'." – Bing Crosby

"No man is a failure who has friends." — It's a Wonderful Life

"Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality." — Washington Irving

"God bless us, every one!" — A Christmas Carol

"Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmastime." – Laura Ingalls Wilder

"Christmas is doing a little something extra for someone.” – Charles M. Schulz

"I don't think Christmas is necessarily about things. It's about being good to one another." — Carrie Fisher

“Peace on earth will come to stay, When we live Christmas every day.” – Helen Steiner Rice

"He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree." – Roy L. Smith

"Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love." – Hamilton Wright Mabie

"Teacher says every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings." – Zuzu Bailey, "It's A Wonderful Life"

"Every gift which is given, even though it be small, is in reality great, if it is given with affection." – Pindar

“Christmas is a day of meaning and traditions, a special day spent in the warm circle of family and friends.” – Margaret Thatcher

"Christmas is a time when everybody wants his past forgotten and his present remembered." – Phyllis Diller

“Christmas will always be as long as we stand heart to heart and hand in hand.” — Dr. Seuss

"I heard the bells on Christmas Day / Their old familiar carols play / And wild and sweet, the words repeat / Of peace on earth, good-will to men." – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“One can never have enough socks,” said Dumbledore. “Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.” – Harry Potter

“A lovely thing about Christmas is that it’s compulsory, like a thunderstorm, and we all go through it together.” – Garrison Keillor, Leaving Home

“Just remember, the true spirit of Christmas lies in your heart.” — The Polar Express

“I don’t want Christmas season to end, because it’s the only time I can legitimately indulge in on particular addiction: glitter.” – Eloisa James, Paris in Love

"At Christmas, all roads lead home." – Marjorie Holmes

"I wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirit in jars and open a jar of it every month." – Harlan Miller

“There's nothing cozier than a Christmas tree all lit up.” ― Jenny Han

"One of the most glorious messes in the world is the mess created in the living room on Christmas Day. Don't clean it up too quickly." – Andy Rooney

"The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other." — Burton Hills

"Christmas is most truly Christmas when we celebrate it by giving the light of love to those who need it most." - Ruth Carter Stapleton

"A good conscience is a continual Christmas." – Benjamin Franklin

"Christmas, my child, is love in action." – Dale Evans

"The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear." – Will Ferrell, Elf

"Mankind is a great, an immense family... This is proved by what we feel in our hearts at Christmas." ― Pope John XXIII

"Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!" – Theodor Seuss Geisel, How the Grinch Stole Christmas

"Love the giver more than the gift." – Brigham Young

"Christmas will always be as long as we stand heart to heart and hand in hand." – Dr. Suess

"Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful." – Norman Vincent Peale

"Christmas is a season not only of rejoicing but of reflection." – Winston Churchill

"What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future." – Agnes M. Pahro

"Gifts of time and love are surely the basic ingredients of a truly merry Christmas." ―Peg Bracken

"Christmas is like candy; it slowly melts in your mouth sweetening every taste bud, making you wish it could last forever." – Richelle E. Goodrich

"Christmas is a necessity. There has to be at least one day of the year to remind us that we’re here for something else besides ourselves." ― Eric Sevareid

"Christmas is a tonic for our souls. It moves us to think of others rather than of ourselves. It directs our thoughts to giving." ― B.C. Forbes

"Christmas is the day that holds all time together." — Alexander Smith

"Like snowflakes, my Christmas memories gather and dance — each beautiful, unique, and gone too soon." – Deborah Whipp

"Christmas now surrounds us, Happiness is everywhere. Our hands are busy with many tasks as carols fill the air." – Shirley Sallay

"It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air." – W.T. Ellis

"Christmas is forever, not for just one day. For loving, sharing, giving, are not to put away." – Norman Wesley Brooks

"The world has grown weary through the years, but at Christmas, it is young." – Phillips Brooks

"I believe… I believe… It’s silly, but I believe." – Susan, Miracle on 34th Street

"That’s what Christmas memories are made from, they’re not planned, they’re not scheduled, nobody puts them in their blackberry, they just happen." – Deck the Halls (2006)

"Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance—a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved." – Augusta E. Randel

"Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin—inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night." - John J. Geddes

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The Hourglass

Previous Chapter Seven: He’s Warming up to Them

Filling prompt 8 for Whumptober: Where did everybody go? and Isolation.

Chapter Eight: What Peter Carried 

Winter, 2017. Hours into kidnapping.

Tony clapped him and Peter’s vision tunneled. His eyes zeroed in on the man’s wrist. On what wasn’t on his skin.

His skin was smooth but Peter remembered the clinking shackles in the cell. The cold metal digging into his skin for days. When had he had the time to take them off? Why didn’t he have scars like Peter did? His mind turned for a justification or explanation. Why was he so hurt by it?

Peter thought about everything he’d been through in the last couple of hours. The small metal machine that disconnected his tracker Tony already had in his cell. The alarms shrieking but only a preliminary wave of guards showing up. The fact Peter was in his particular cell to begin with. Even the strange way the man spoke. It was as if he knew certain things about Peter and that place. Somehow Tony had planned it all.

He watched how the man’s smile faded at Peter’s expression.

“Was this… Did you plan this the whole time?”

Tony’s eyes widened and the bags he was holding dropped. “What do you mean, kiddo?”



“Don’t call me that!” His heart pounded. The blood pooled and heated into his shaking limbs. “What the fuck. You kidnapped me. You’re a psycho. Is that what it is? I-”

“No, you’re misunderstanding.”

“ - knew it. You take me back. Right now.”

He was breathing too fast and his face was on fire. In the back of his mind he wondered if stomping a foot was too dramatic but he ignored it. Tony walked over, his hands raised in surrender.

“Let’s just talk. Okay? I will explain.”

Peter jerked a nod. They ended up standing in the kitchen after he refused to sit on the couch. His legs hadn’t stopped shaking so he hid it by pacing back and forth.

“So Rhodey is out, uh, ditching the car we took so yell all you want. I can handle it. But first let me talk. Deal?” Tony sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “So, look I can’t tell you everything because, well, I just can’t but I didn’t know you would be there at that time. Hell, I didn’t even know it was you dropping my meals off until today. But I’m glad we found you… And the kidnapping thing wasn’t the best idea but I’ve had worse, trust me. It also had the advantage of getting you out of that hell hole.” He laughed missing Peter’s cringe.  

“But you were planning on your escape for a while? The trackers implanted didn’t go off after all.”

Tony’s shoulders loosened at this line of thought.

“Yeah, I’d given up hope trying to find what I was looking for and decided to go out. Me and Rhodey had everything planned and you were there with perfect timing.”

How could he sit there and laugh at this situation? Peter’s life was forever changed by their actions. And Tony’s excuse was he had perfect timing. What bullshit.

“I didn’t come along. You kidnapped me, remember? I want to go ba-”

“Back?” Tony said with a snort. “No, you don’t, Peter. You don’t want that.”

Peter stepped backward. The blood rushing through his body must have stopped and drained away from his brain. He wasn’t possible hearing right and had to lean against the counter to stand up straight.  

“Shut up.” He said when Tony stepped toward him. “Shut your damn mouth. You don’t know me. You don’t know what I want. I need to be back there. You have to take me back.”

All he got was a sadly masked expression of pity. It made Peter want to scream and shout and pound his fists into the wall. The man didn’t even have the decency to look sorry.

“I can’t do that.”

“Yes, you could. Take me back!” Peter screamed, clenching his fists.

Tony’s eyes lost their sparkle but he didn’t move. Peter changed tactics and rushed forward grabbing Tony’s t-shirt.

“Please,” He begged. “Please take me back. I deserve it, I need it. I’ll…” He swallowed. “I’ll forget it I leave, I’ll forget May if I don’t go back there.”



Cautious hands grabbed his and Tony peeled him off of his person without a word. Peter stumbled backward, hitting the cupboards. He slid down until his legs were splayed in front of him.

He was so empty now that hope was gone. It was like all the blood, all the life, that was rushing before had drained out of him, but when he looked there was nothing on the floor. He couldn’t even muster the strength to curl his hands in a fist. Peter was alone for months at that place. He’d eaten alone, slept alone, and survived alone. But sitting against the wall in this stranger’s apartment he’d never been so defeated.

Tony sat next to him on the ground. Peter grabbed the material of his pants and refused to look up. Tony didn’t seem to mind his anger or early outburst because he began talking.

“I know this isn’t easy, Peter, and I know how hard it can be to open up after so much hardship and hurt. The pain infects everyday of our lives until we think it’s normal, until we start believing we deserve it. And time slows when that happens. It loses meaning when we’re in this endless cycle. It’s not until somehow, someway, it’s broken that we can see past our hurt and start to heal. That can only be done by someone who cares enough about you to love you, pain and all. I know it’s crazy and doesn’t make sense but I’m asking you, for now, to trust me and Rhodey. Trust us to not bring any pain and if you can do that. Well, we can work with that.”

Peter wanted to hate him for everything but he could hear the truth residing in each word. The man was trying to build a bridge between them. He was asking Peter to set aside the anger and hate. But Peter couldn’t abide by it. He wouldn’t do what was asked of him. The pain seeded through his body was too precious and had been growing too long to just give it up, to risk it being taken away.

He had comforted May after Ben died. Her tears soaked into the pillow as she wept for her husband’s life and her future life with him that was ripped away. Peter sat by her begging someone to take her pain away. He wished and wished and wished she stopped hurting. At first, she didn’t hear his cries but gradually as the months progressed her tears stopped and she understood. May grabbed his hands, her fingers crushing his.

She said, “Don’t ask for that, Sweetheart. Never that. Our love was real and it was true. If this is the result of that I will cherish this until I’m buried beside our Ben. It will not be as harsh as it is now and even though the sands of time soften the grief, I will relish the feeling because I know what it means. You know what it means.”

May stroked his cheek before tucking his head against her shoulder as they wept together. She was right. She was always right. He could cherish this pain as his own. It was his and no one could take it away. He wouldn’t let Tony or even time steal it from him no matter the longing in his chest for some ease.  

Tony’s shoulder was less than an inch away from his but Peter knew they were times apart. He couldn’t do what Tony asked of him. He rejected the strength of the strong hand that had guided him. Time slowed as they waited for one another to give in.

In the end everybody left him. The only way he could remember them, to keep them close, was to feel hallow pit inside him. Peter basked in the heavy absence in his chest. For Ben. For his parents. For May.

Where did everybody always go?

And why did Peter wish to be with them so dearly?

Thank you!

Title references the amazing book, The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien

Next Chapter Nine: For the Greater Good Part One

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Hey, but LeaIsa is still going strong currently. I mean, their relationship is beyond fucked in the games. But I’m still seeing amazing fics and fanart of these two.

I’m not surprised people still love the ship in spite of the way canon treated it. I mean, their story was heavily inspired by Beauty and the Beast. One of the most popular Disney love stories.

Axel and Saïx: Beauty and the Beast

Maleficent: What are you waiting for? Call to him!

Belle: No! I won’t let you hurt him!

Maleficent: Then I shall make you scream! The fool will come running the moment he hears your cries.

The only way Xehanort was able to get Terra to fall to darkness was by targeting his friends. Terra’s heart survived because it had a purpose: to return to the land of his defeat, and finally set things right with Aqua and Ven.

Xaldin: That which we treasure has power over us, Roxas. His heart is captive to it. And that makes it his weakness.

Roxas: Captive…? I don’t get it.

Xaldin: Nor should you. You have no heart to love with. Let’s not linger here.

Isa was Subject X. He was subjected to mind control techniques involving darkness, in order to turn him into a vessel for Xehanort’s heart. Isa’s main concern was his friend Lea. He couldn’t bear to lose him, and that was his weakness.

Day 119: Hearts and Emotion

Watching that foolish beast flail about only deepens my disdain for humans and their incessant need to be pinned down by feelings. We became Nobodies precisely to avoid the shackles of emotion.

Isa’s strong bond allowed his heart to survive the darkness, but it also allowed his heart to be captured by Xehanort. Saïx is utterly miserable, and longs for the heart he does not have. Xaldin would consider him foolish for letting himself be controlled by love in the first place.

Beast: The rose… My rose…

Belle: But surely, you can find another rose…

Beast: Silence! You don’t know anything!

Belle: I’m sorry.

Beast: Belle… Sora… I want you to leave the castle. Look at me. Look. This is what I am. When you first got here, I tried to change. But I was only fooling myself. I can’t be any different. I’ll always be a beast. So, I should live like a beast. With no one, alone. Goodbye, Belle.

Just like he thought the Beast was a fool. After losing the rose, he lost his purpose and almost gave up hope. Xaldin almost turned him into a Heartless that way.

Xaldin: You act as though you have a conscience… When was the last time any one of us felt anything?

Luxord: Truer words were never spoken. Well, I suppose, the fun will have to wait.

Saïx: Do you know what happens to those who lose their true purpose? Inevitably, they destroy themselves.

After Axel left, Saïx also lost his true purpose. He was trapped in a dark castle, with no one to love.

Roxas: Is there anything you couldn’t bear to lose?

Axel: Anything I couldn’t bear to lose? What’s that about?

Roxas: Well, I met someone today who had something like that. This thing was so important to him he couldn’t bear to lose it…and Xaldin said that was his weakness. Why don’t I have anything like that?

Axel: It’s because you don’t have a heart.

Axel thought a person needed a heart to have something they couldn’t bear to lose. A heart is what causes you to care so much, that it becomes a weakness.

Roxas: I guess… But Demyx doesn’t have a heart, and I bet he’d get upset if you took his sitar away.

Axel: Huh… I think you have a point there. So you don’t need a heart to have something that you can’t bear to lose then. If that’s true, then I guess the closest thing that we Nobodies have would be memories of our past. It’s the memories that create the things that we don’t want to lose.

And he did have something he didn’t want to lose. His memories of the past.

Xaldin: Use your eyes. These are claw marks. The beast destroyed this himself. It was victim to either a stray blow whilst he fought the Heartless, or else some other rage he felt compelled to vent.

Roxas: These picture frames have been knocked all over the place.

Xaldin: The beast can’t control his rage. It muddles the heart, poisons the mind…

The rose represents the Beast’s past that he yearns to recover. He was filed with rage after he was turned into a beast.

Day 150: Too Precious to Lose

Axel and I talked for a while about the things we can’t bear to lose. Axel thinks that for Nobodies, it’s our pasts, because that’s all we have to remember the pain of losing something.

Axel’s memories represent his past that he lost, but yearns to recover.

Axel: You sure love to talk. It’s about time you shut up — forever.

Vexen: No… Don’t do it…!

Axel: We’re nobodies, Vexen. We’ve got no one to be — but we still “are.” So look on the bright side. You’re off the hook. Now you can be nothing instead of just being nobody.

Vexen: M-Mercy, Axel! I don’t want to…go yet…

Axel: Goodbye.

Axel was filed with rage after he was turned into a Nobody. His memories are like the Beast’s rose. They’re too precious to lose, and they are his weakness.

Beast: Belle... I couldn't bear to see you...or the other's hurt. A master protects his castle... I don't want to lose you. 

Belle: I'm right here... 

Roxas: So he wasn't fighting to protect the rose. He was protecting the people in the castle. Protecting her. She's what matters most to him. But...Xaldin said it was the rose.

Of course, what the Beast truly cherishes is not the rose—it’s Belle.

Beast: My hideous form is punishment for being selfish and unable to love. Transformed into a monster, loved by no one, I only became more selfish. And then I met you, Belle. You’re the only person who accepted me. Little by little, you warmed my cold, selfish heart. The memories of our days together are my most precious. I won’t cast them aside. So I’m sorry, but I can’t leave you here…even if you hate me for it. Consider it my final selfish act.

Belle: But why…

Maleficent: Well, well. I never dreamed such ugliness could hide so beautiful a heart. This calls for a change of plan. Beast, I shall claim your heart instead of Belle’s!

She is the key to break the spell. But more importantly, he loves her. He didn’t want to forget the memories of the time he spent with her, even when she rejected him. She taught him how to love, which he valued even more than the rose. She’s his true weakness.

Axel: But you know, we’ll still have each other…even if things change and we can’t do this anymore. As long as we remember each other, we’ll never be apart. Got it memorized?

Axel also had somebody he felt that way about. Someone he used to feel so close to, he was inseparable from, even when they were apart. Someone he never wanted to forget.

Lea: I want everybody I meet to remember me. Inside people’s memories, I can live forever.

Isa: I know I won’t forget you. Believe me, I try all the time.

Lea: See, I’m immortal!

It’s not really the memories that Axel couldn’t bear to lose. At first he thought they were just baggage and he would be better off without them.

Axel: You know, memories of the stuff we couldn’t bear to lose, back when we couldn’t bear to lose it.

He treasures his memories because they are the only thing left after losing what he truly couldn’t bear to lose.

Day 118: You Changed, Not Me

It’s strange, but I’m content with just missing what’s gone. I’m not the one who changed. You did.

And what Axel lost was Isa.Like the Beast, he didn’t want to forget what it felt like to love.

Roxas: I found out about love on today’s mission–that it’s something powerful.

Axel: That’s true. It is. But I’ll never get to experience it.

Roxas: Nobodies can’t love?

Axel: You need a heart, man.

Roxas: Right…

Axel still has his memories of the past. But he still places what little hope he has on Kingdom Hearts. What he truly yearns for is more than just memories. He wants a heart, so he can experience love. He’s able to be manipulated by Xemnas due to his desire for love. It has made Axel a captive. Xaldin would consider him foolish and weak.  

Saïx: There’s something I’ve meant to ask.

Xemnas: About Axel? The poor fool. How long will he keep chasing the illusion of friendship, when he himself lacks emotion? Trying so hard to retrieve what he has lost, when it may never have existed in the first place. He deserves nothing more than our pity.

And so does Xemnas. He calls Axel a fool for trying so hard to recover what he has lost, which never existed in the first place.

Saïx: That’s absurd. He won nothing and is nothing. He couldn’t stand the emptiness of being without a heart, and that led to his demise. He was foolish and weak.

Saïx also considers Axel foolish and weak. But, his feelings are conflicted on this matter, and he doesn’t seem to know why.

Xaldin: It’s time you dealt with Belle. She’s scheming to take everything you have. This castle, your precious rose. And then—your life. Trust no one. Feed your anger! Only anger will keep you strong.

Beast: I’ve had enough of strength. There’s only one thing I want—

Xaldin: What? To love, and be loved in return? Who could ever love a beast?

As a Nobody, Axel felt just like the Beast. He was ashamed of his condition, and desperately wanted to be human again. He had little hope of ever returning to the past, but he was tired of relying on anger and bitterness to drive him.

Axel: Love is what happens if there’s something really special between two people.

Roxas: You mean, like, if they’re best friends?

Axel: Well, you can care about your friends, I guess, but that’s not what I’m talking about.

Roxas: So then…love is like a step above friends?

Axel: Yes… Well, no. There aren’t “steps.”

Roxas: I don’t get it.

Axel: What does it matter? We’ll never know the difference.

What he truly longed for was to love, and to be loved by another in return. Just like the Beast.

Sora: What’s so special about one rose, anyway?

Cogsworth: If the master can love and be loved in return, the spell will be broken. We’ll all be human again.

Donald: Yeah. You told us.

Lumiere: But there is a time limit. He must find his true love before the last petal falls from that rose.

Cogsworth: Ah, but that is not all… Over time, caring for that rose has become a cherished part of the master’s daily life.

Mrs. Potts: It’s as though all his hopes and dreams are tied to that single bloom…

The only way to break the spell on the Beast is to truly love another and be loved by them in return. All of his hopes and dreams are tied to the rose. Just like how all of Axel’s hopes and dreams are tied to Kingdom Hearts.

Roxas: If I had a heart, you think I could love somebody?

Axel: Once Kingdom Hearts is complete, you’ll be able to do all kinds of things.

Roxas: That’s good.

It became a part of his daily life, as well. It’s why he always ate sea-salt ice cream and looked at the sunset after work. It’s something he used to do in the past with Isa.

Xaldin: Hmph. Love, from a beast? How utterly ridiculous.

Roxas: Love? What’s that?

Xaldin: It’s an emotion. The one deluding those two as we speak.

Roxas: Oh…

Like the Beast, Isa has been physically transformed. He’s a vessel of Xehanort. I’m sure that Xemnas considered him to be nothing but a beast.

Beast: Xaldin… that’s his name. He came from the darkness… He…used my anger to control me. He took all my sorrow, my sadness, my pain—and turned it all into rage. There was nothing I could do… I could no longer see the truth.

A creature useful for the strength of its sorrow, sadness, pain, and rage.

Xemnas: There hangs the heart of all hearts–Kingdom Hearts–shining down on us at last. See the countless hearts that have gathered? Hearts full of rage…hate…sadness…and bliss. There, in the sky, hangs the promise of a new world. My friends! Remember why we have organized–all the things we hope to achieve. The strength of the human heart is vast. Soon, though…we will have gained power over it! Never again will it…have power over us.

But incapable of love or being loved.

Beast: You! Get out of my castle, now!

Xaldin: With pleasure, but I’d rather travel light…What shall I leave behind? Belle? Or the rose?

Beast: Belle!

When Xaldin kidnapped her, the Beast chose Belle over the rose. Even if he lost his chance of becoming human again, he still cared more about Belle. And Belle chose to sacrifice herself for the Beast when Maleficent kidnapped her.

Xaldin: They think the power of love will save them? That’s the stuff of poetry, not practicality.

Roxas: Love is a power?

Xaldin: None you or I will ever grasp. Nor will they, for long. The love between them will wither and die. Love never lasts.

When Lea was facing Isa in the final battle, he didn’t fight at his full strength. He looked into Isa’s eyes and pleaded with him to stop. He didn’t even try to defend himself. He would have preferred to let himself get killed rather than hurt Isa.

Ansem the Wise: Sora was the only one able to return to his human form without destroying his Nobody. That is a statement to the love in his heart for other people, and the bonds that tie them together. Perhaps…he has the power to bring back the hearts and existences of those connected to him–to recreate people we thought were lost to us forever.

The Power of Waking was all about the power of light—of love. That’s what Ansem’s research was all about.

Ansem the Wise: Surely we remember as children the way our hearts made everything seem so shiny, and perfect. Sora has a heart like that–uncorrupted, willing to see the good before the bad. When he sees the heart in something, it then becomes real. When a connection seems broken, he may have the power to mend it.

To awaken a heart from its sleep, you have to be capable of loving someone the way Sora does. With a pure heart, willing to see the good before the bad. The “Key to Return Hearts” is unconditional love. The Disney worlds in KH3 were meant to reinforce this theme. When Kairi saved Sora with her light, he remembered how Rapunzel saved Eugene and how Elsa saved Anna. And it appears Beauty and the Beast was the movie that most heavily inspired Axel’s story.

Mrs. Potts: The old woman warned our master not to be deceived by appearances… Still, he would not take her in.

Cogsworth: Then the old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress.

Mrs. Potts: She turned the Prince into a beast, a shape she thought fitting for his cold heart.

Isa loved Lea. It was his weakness, transforming him from a beauty into a beast.

Maleficent: Well, well. I never dreamed such ugliness could hide so beautiful a heart. This calls for a change of plan. Beast, I shall claim your heart instead of Belle’s!

Belle: No! Please!  Unnh…?

Maleficent: Well, so much for the change of plan. Belle’s heart it is. It seems her cold words spoke little of her true feelings. Ha ha ha, she loves you, Beast! I can feel it shining in her heart!

Belle loved the Beast. She never knew that he was a prince under a curse. She saw past his exterior and fell in love with his heart.

Lea: Ah! Forget it. You know what? I’ll bring ‘em back myself.

Ienzo: Huh? How, exactly?

Lea: Why do I always get stuck with the icky jobs?

Lea was willing to forgive Isa, even after he tried to kill him—even before he found out he was a vessel of Xehanort. He went looking for him as soon as he woke up, and put himself at risk using the D.T.D. He wanted to gain the power of the Keyblade, so he could find Isa. He saw past his exterior and loved Isa’s heart unconditionally. Like Belle, Lea was special. He was able to love a beast.

Maleficent: You’ve done well to make it this far, Beast. As your reward, I’ll tell you why Belle rejected you. My dark magic requires hearts of utmost beauty. Belle was perfect. Deep in her heart, her love for you shone with uncommon radiance. But she guessed my plans. By denying her love for you, she put her heart beyond my reach.

Beast: But she saved me! She protected me!

Sora: She couldn’t hide how she really felt…

Both of them had hearts of utmost beauty. This uncommon radiance should have given Isa’s heart the power to defy Xehanort’s will, protecting Lea when his Keyblade broke.

Riku: No vessel, no help from the Heartless… So tell me, how’d you get here?

Beast: I simply believed. Nothing more to it. When our world fell into darkness, Belle was taken from me. I vowed I would find her again no matter what the cost. I believed I would find her. So, here I am. She must be here. I will have her back!

And this love should have been the key to finally transform Isa from a beast back into a beauty, with the Power of Waking.

Belle: Please forgive me. I had to be cruel to you. But I guess I couldn’t hide my true feelings…

Beast: I’m the one who should apologize. For just a moment, I doubted your love. I never want to remember those feelings of despair.

Belle: Then don’t. Let’s replace the sad memories with happier ones —starting now.

Lea and Isa were meant to prove Xemnas and Xaldin wrong. Lea was supposed to learn that HE was wrong, too. Isa never forgot about him. And he would get to experience love.

Tale as old as timeTune as old as songBittersweet and strangeFinding you can changeLearning you were wrong

Certain as the sunCertain as the sunRising in the eastTale as old as timeSong as old as rhymeBeauty and the beast

Just like Beauty and the Beast.