#Second part

[sunlightedcockroach]

[dreamworks-and-illumination]

Mario, you were amazing!

Thanks, dad!

[reveryfics]

Clarity (sequel)

Pairings: Loki x FtM reader

Summary: It's been nearly five years since the incident that happened in New York, and on one fateful day Loki returns to see you again.

A/n: This is a second part to the first one I posted that was requested by @urween (you're incredible and I absolutely adore you), I also deeply apologize for taking so long to post been dealing with health issues lately.

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The cafe door chimed, the sound a jarring intrusion on the quiet afternoon. All eyes turned towards the entrance, where a figure stood silhouetted against the fading light. It was him. Loki. The God of Mischief, the architect of chaos, the man who had brought terror to the heart of New York.

Five years. Five agonizing years had passed since that fateful day, five years since Loki, driven by a desperate, misguided plan, had unleashed havoc upon the city. Five years since he had surrendered, his pride shattered, his soul wounded. Five years of ceaseless regret, of haunting memories, of the constant, gnawing guilt that gnawed at his very core.

He saw the whispers, the averted gazes, the fear that still lingered in the eyes of the patrons. He understood. How could they not? How could anyone forget the terror, the devastation, the innocent lives lost? He carried the weight of their pain, their suffering, like a heavy cloak.

He approached the counter, his gaze sweeping across the room, searching for a familiar face. And then he saw him. Standing behind the counter, his smile as bright as the summer sun, was the young man. The one who he stopped everything for , the one who had ignited the spark of resistance in his own plan that had ultimately led to his downfall.

Loki's breath hitched. Time seemed to freeze, the world fading away as his eyes locked with the young man's. The memories came flooding back – the fear in those eyes, the panic that had shone through, and yet the unwavering spirit that had refused to be broken.

"Can I help you, sir?" The young man's voice, warm and melodic, cut through the haze.

Loki cleared his throat, his voice rough. "A cappuccino, please. Hot."

The young man smiled, the warmth in his eyes making Loki's heart ache. "On the house," he said, his gaze lingering on Loki for a moment longer than necessary. "Loki."

The name, spoken so easily, so casually, sent a jolt through Loki. He hadn't expected to be remembered. He had expected to be met with cold indifference, with the lingering shadow of his past crimes. But here was this young man, acknowledging him, remembering him.

As the young man prepared his drink, Loki found himself lost in a whirlwind of emotions. Gratitude, yes, for the young man had, in his own way, shown Loki a path towards redemption. But also a profound sense of sorrow, for he knew the pain he had inflicted, the scars that would never truly heal.

"I never got to thank you," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I know it was you who started it all, but I also know... I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you."

Loki met his gaze, a thoughtful expression on his face. "It's not me who needs thanks," Loki said softly. "I should thank you. You showed me something… something about myself that I didn't know existed."

Loki looked at him, truly looked at him, and saw not just the young man who was laying their hopelessly as panic overtook him, but a kindred spirit, a soul grappling with its own demons. They were two sides of the same coin, both broken, both searching for redemption, both yearning for connection.

The young man placed the cappuccino in front of Loki, his fingers brushing against his own as he did so. A jolt, electric and unexpected, surged through Loki. On the white ceramic, in a swirl of emerald green, was Loki's name, written in a beautiful, flowing script. And beneath it, a number, a lifeline extended across the chasm of their past.

Loki stared at it, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. This wasn't just a drink; it was an invitation, a chance for healing, a possibility of something more. He had thought he was irredeemable, that he would forever be haunted by the ghosts of his past. But perhaps, just perhaps, there was hope. Perhaps, in the eyes of this young man, he could finally begin to heal, to find redemption, to find a place in this world that was not defined by his past sins.

Yet as he looked at the young man, a hesitant smile gracing his lips, Loki realized that their encounter was not just a chance for him to find redemption, but for them both to find solace, to find understanding, to find a connection that transcended their pasts and offered a glimpse of a future filled with the promise of healing and hope.

[miraculousystuff]

Enigma With A J: Chapter 2

𝔾𝕚𝕟𝕒 𝔻𝕦𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖

Gina Dupaine was on her way home from her late-night shift at the flower shop, the cobblestone streets echoing with her footsteps. Gotham City was never truly quiet, but the alleyways had a certain kind of stillness that made her skin crawl. Her heels clicked rhythmically against the pavement, a stark contrast to the distant wail of a siren. It was a sound that had become almost comforting in its regularity. But tonight was different.

Her ears perked up at the faint cry of a baby, a sound so out of place in this concrete jungle. She paused, her hand resting on her chest as she took a deep breath. Her instincts screamed at her to keep walking, to not get involved, but something in that tiny, desperate sound tugged at her heartstrings. Against her better judgment, she turned into the alley, her eyes adjusting to the gloom as she moved closer to the sound.

There, nestled in a cardboard box, she found a newborn girl, no more than a few hours old, her tiny fists clenched as she wailed into the night. Gina's maternal instincts took over, and she scooped the baby into her arms, the warmth of the child's body seeping into her soul. The baby's cries subsided into whimpers as Gina held her close, her eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. She knew she couldn't leave the baby there, not in a place where the most innocent could fall prey to the city's darkness.

The decision to take the child home with her was made in a heartbeat. As she cradled the baby against her chest, she whispered a promise to keep her, to give her a life filled with love and hope. The child she had just rescued was the daughter of a woman who had crossed paths with one of the city's most notorious criminals, a man whose very name sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. But for now, all that mattered was the warm, fragile life she held in her arms, and the love she had to offer.

Gina took the baby to Gotham General Hospital, where the nurses and doctors were shocked by the condition she was in—so new to the world, yet so abandoned. The authorities were called, and they searched tirelessly for any trace of the mother, but she remained as elusive as the night that had swallowed her. With no relatives to claim her, the baby was handed over to Child Protective Services, the system designed to protect the innocent from the harsh realities of a city that often forgot to do so itself.

The thought of the baby girl growing up in the cold embrace of the system was too much for Gina to bear. She knew the risks of a Gotham orphan—how quickly they could be swallowed up by the darkness that lurked in every shadow. With a fierce determination, she called Tom and Sabine Dupain-Cheng, friends she had made while they were all students in Paris. The couple had since started their own family bakery and were expecting their own child, a little girl they had decided to name Marinette.

When Gina told them her story, her voice trembling with emotion, Tom and Sabine felt a surge of protectiveness for this tiny stranger. They knew the dangers of Gotham all too well—it was a place where even the most innocent could become collateral damage. They decided to take a leap of faith and try to adopt the baby, to give her a chance at a life filled with love and light. Despite the challenges that lay ahead, they were determined to be her beacon in the storm.

The adoption process was a labyrinth of paperwork and bureaucracy, but the Dupain-Chengs navigated it with the help of Gina's local knowledge and their unyielding resolve. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the day arrived when they could officially welcome her into their lives. They named her Jade, a nod to the emerald spark that seemed to burn in her eyes—a spark they hoped would never be dimmed by the shadows of her past.

With Jade now a part of their family, they packed up their lives in Gotham and headed to Paris, eager to start anew. The city of love and lights offered them a fresh start, a place where they could raise both Marinette and Jade in safety. As they boarded the plane, Gina watched over the sleeping babies, feeling a mix of relief and excitement for the journey that lay ahead. Little did she know exactly how much trouble that innocent face could really cause.

[stuckinapatriarchalbullshitland]

And... the second part because I want to please @gotholyshadow ♥️

Gosh Wenclair is canon... and we deserve more

[xmalereader]

Miguel O’Hara X Bunny! Male Reader || 2 ||

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Authors notes: You’ll convinced me to write a second part, so here it is. Now it’s not perfect because let’s be honest these two would have an angsty relationship.

Summary: After the events on the train, Bunnix betrays Miguel and saves Miles instead of taking him back to the lab in order to prevent a disturbance in the canon. After taking him to earth 42 the hybrid goes into hiding, only to make new discoveries about the future.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of miles 42, reader is a hybrid, time travel, the TVA, enemies to friends and back to enemies, Miguel and reader have a platonic friendship, Miguel is an asshole, fighting, near character death, mentions of multiverse, dark theme, last part.

Word count: 3K

Tags: @sephtishehe @deputy-videogamer @lvinlee @madzpm

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He couldn’t hide forever, buried away in his timelines and watching as the other worlds go by without a worry. He can’t stay in the burrow forever and watch as the events unfold in front of him. He can’t help, but think back to the time on the train and the look of betrayal on Miguels face when he figured out why he was apologizing. It was wrong for him to do such a thing to Miguel, but with the chaos around them and the fact that a kid was in danger he had to react fast. He didn’t need Miguels permission to fix the future, it was his job and he was doing the right thing.

He’s told Miguel many times that there jobs were different. They did have some similarities, but his were much more grave. He handled the future, the outcome of the universe, it was his job to either fix it, no matter if there ending was happy or not.

It wasn’t until the events of Miles.

He’s was still new to his abilities and learning new things as times moves on, so when he found an alternate into the future he asked himself, how? He’s never seen such a thing happen before and investigated further, trying to find out why a third alternate was created instead of the two that he usually gets.

Y/n had no idea how much time he was in his burrow, going through the time that Miles first got bitten to the time that he left him at a different universe for his own safety from Miguel. He would rewind everything, listening and watching the event carefully in hopes of finding something that will help him know more.

The hybrid would bounce back and forth from one event to another, remembering small details and then checking the future outcome. It wasn’t until he looked into the universe that he had left Miles. His hand against the small portal as he watched Miles interacting with himself, but of course this Miles was far different than the spider.

He sighs deeply and hovers his hand over the portal, slowly titling his hand to the left, speeding up the process and watched as both Miles and the Prowler helped each other out, fighting off crime and trying to find Miles a way back home in order to save his father, to prevent the canon from happening.

Y/n was about the skip ahead again only to stop himself when he hears Miles simple words.

“Good thing I’m not glitching anymore.”

The hybrids ears perk up, eyes widening at the kids words as he repeats them to himself. “He isn’t glitching…” He whispers, hand hovering over the portal. “He isn’t glitching!” He finally realizes why a third future was created.

He hopes around the burrow, collecting his own notes once he realizes why. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but had to try and test out his theory before he can jump into action before he could make his decision of clearing things up with Miguel.

Y/n walks across the room, pulling up another portal that takes him where he needs to go. When entering an empty hallway he’s quick to hide behind a wall, slowly peaking out from around the corner with raised ears in alert, his eyes scan the empty hallway and out the windows.

“Looks like everyone is out for the day.” He whispers, making his way through the TVA halls. He discovered this place by accident, finding out that there are more timekeepers of the universe, but of course, Y/n had to keep himself hidden if he didn’t want to lose his gift that was given to him by his grandfather. He came to far to get it taken away from him.

The hybrids steps are quiet when he arrives to a pair of double doors, pushing them open and checking for anyone inside until his eyes land on top of familiar silver hair. He pushed his way through the doors and sneaks around the back of the empty desks in the room until he approached the man from behind.

“Mobius.”

The poor guy is startled, coffee spilling and wincing when the hot liquid burns his hands. “Geez, kid! What did I say about sneaking up on me and why are you here? You aren’t suppose to be here!”

The rabbit rolls his eyes. “I know, but I need your help.”

Mobius wants to deny the rabbit only to stop himself when he notices the eyes that Y/n is giving him. They slowly grow bigger and glossy with his ears falling flat against his head as a way of begging the man to help him.

Mobius can only groan. “Sometimes I ask myself why I allow you to get away with this stuff.”

Y/n’s ears perk up and grins in victory when Mobius agreed to help him. Mobius was the only person that Y/n trusted when it came towards the TVA. The man treated him with kindness and knew what his role was when it came towards the universe future. As the hybrid moves to sit on his desk, Mobius is quick to scoot back in his chair to give the rabbit some room.

“The TVA is in charge of cleaning up timelines, correct?”

Mobius nods. “Yes, we fix errors that we detect and fix them before they alter the future—same thing as you.” He points out.

“Is there a way for an ‘error’,” He quotes. “To co exist in another universe without causing any alarms?”

Mobius raised at brow at him, thinking well of his question before answering. “Well, that depends. An error can co exist in another universe or timeline if that timeline is to be destroyed in the future, meaning that anyone or anything that wasn’t suppose to be there will already be cleaned out once that timeline is destroyed as written.”

Y/n thinks, frowning a little at his words, not really helping him.

The older man takes notices of the hybrids frown, clearing his throat as he speaks up again. “But,” he starts, getting the rabbits attention. “An error can co exist in another universe or timeline if part of them belongs there.”

Y/n ears raise. “Wait—what did you just say?”

“That someone can live in another timeline or universe if part of them belongs there or if something is allowing them to be there without causing any alarms to go off.”

The hybrid jumps off Mobius’ desk, pacing around the area as he thinks, eyebrows knitted together as he began to put the pieces together. When Miles first came into Miguel’s world the kid was twitching due to him being a universe that he could not co exist unless he wore one of Miguel’s watches in order to prevent a break in his universe.

When he took Miles to Earth-42 he had forgotten about the possible glitching that the kid could have gone through without a proper bracelet being wore, only to find out that he hadn’t caused another rip through time due to him co existing in another world that he was apart of.

“Miles was bitten by a spider from earth-42 a bite that didn’t belong to him, but to the other Miles in 42. Due to him getting bit he became the cities hero after the last one was killed, taking the mantel.” He began to mumble to himself which only made him look crazy as Mobius watched the hybrid and sipped his coffee quietly.

“Because of him getting bitten by a spider the canon was rewritten, meaning that the Miles in 42 also has his own canon that was rewritten—“

“Which creates balance.” Mobius cuts in mid-sentence, getting the hybrids attention as he connects the dots. Everything was now making sense and why a third alternate future was created.

The hybrids tail twitched in excitement, reaching out to pull Mobius into a hug and smiling when pulling away. “You are a genius!” His voice is full of excitement and thrill at his new discovery. “Thank you!”

He’s quick to open a portal, waving goodbye to Mobius and jumping through his portal and back into his burrow. The portal closed behind him and rushed across the burrow and towards Miles new future. His hand hovers over the portal, hesitating at first as he thinks back to Miguel and the possible outcome between the two.

Whether his decision didn’t satisfy Miguel he had to stop him from ruining the future. As much as he despised fighting his own friend he knows what he has to do. He lets out a deep breath before pressing his hand against the event and opening a portal, jumping through he lands on top of a roof back on Miles world.

The portal above him closes and takes in the destruction that the spot has created, his eyes widening and ears falling back as he looks over the edge. The sound of sirens and people screaming filled the air, knowing that the future is nearing.

He used his portals to get around the city faster, jumping through and going from building to building. His eyes land on the spot near the center of the city, his eyes narrow and makes an attempt to make his way there only to have someone tackle him from the side when jumping off the roof, catching him off guard.

The familiar red and blue makes him panic, kicking his legs back and shoving Miguel off of him. The ground grows closer as they free fall he’s quick to think and opens a portal for himself, falling through and appearing safely on the ground, rolling in the ruble with a groan.

“If I were a cat I would have landed on my feet.” He jokes out in pain while turning onto his side his palm against the pavement and using his strength to lift himself up. He’s not paying attention to his surroundings and doesn’t hear the sound of Miguels footsteps approaching him. It wasn’t until he feels a harsh kick against his stomach, knocking the breath out of Y/n as he rolls back.

“I had it handled.” Y/n can hear the venom in Miguels voice as he works on getting back up.

“We had the kid and you let him go!” He shouts this time.

Y/n is quick to stand up, hand on his stomach as he glares at Miguel. “I was doing my job.” He spits out, taking steps back each time Miguel got closer. The chaos around them wasn’t enough to stop Miguel from coming after him.

The man for sure hated Bunnix after what he pulled off.

Bunnix almost trips over some rumble and is quick to fix his balance.

“You’re job is to fix the future! You are suppose to help me fix the canons!” Miguel angrily charged forward, hand balled into a fist and swinging towards the rabbit. He’s quick to dodge the move, sit stepping and using his own leg to swing it over Miguel head, knocking him forward.

Bunnix breaths heavily and takes a step back. “I fix the future, not the canon. The canon can be changed.”

Miguel growls, turning around to face him. “If cannot be changed you’ve seen what happens.” Bunnix had seen the universe that Miguel had destroyed all because he was an anomaly in a world that he didn’t belong to. He only wanted to be happy and with a family he could never have only to ruin it.

The hybrid sighs. “You had a chance to change it, but you were desperate to have something you knew you couldn’t have in your own future. A family who actually cared unlike your brother and mother.”

Miguel froze at the mention of his brother and mother. “How did you—?”

Bunnix shoulders drop, giving Miguel a look. “I..I looked into your life…” Ever since the two started working together he had promised Miguel that he would never look into his past or future without his consent. A promise that the two made with each other only for Bunnix to break that promise, destroying the trust that Miguel had for him.

“You said you wouldn’t look!”

“I had too.” said Bunnix, taking another step back as Miguel takes one forward. The hybrid speaking quick. “You had two futures—a future where you got what you wanted the family that you always craved for along with the happiness that come with it.”

“You’re lying!” Miguel grabs a bolder next to him, throwing it in Bunnix’ direction. The hybrid gasps and ducks away from the boulder.

“I’m not!” He keeps going, dodging the items that Miguel throws his way.

“You can have that future without having to face any canons that will have you lose the people that you care and love! Balance can be set and you won’t face the same consequences as you did when you entered a universe that didn’t belong to you.” Bunnix yelps when Miguel charged at him, hand wrapped around his neck and is slammed against the pavement.

The hybrid chocked out a painful grunt, ears falling back as he stares up at Miguel who glared at him. His eyes full of hatred.

“Miles is Spider-Man in his world, but the spider he got bitten by was from another universe, that spider balanced both universes and created new canons for both people. One may be happier than the other, but then again neither universe is perfect. He may not lose his father today, but he will lose something else as the future nears and all we can do it wait. When balance is found a new future is formed. Why is it that every time I enter a new universe it doesn’t get destroyed? Because I bring balance to those worlds, making small altercations can fix the future.” He chokes out.

He has his fingers wrapped around Miguels wrist, trying to pry the man off of him, but failed miserably. Miguel was stronger than him and faster when the monster instead is released he can see his eyes darken and doesn’t know if he’ll make it out of his hold. He understands why Miguel wouldn’t believe him, he’s betrayed his trust more than once and knows that he can’t restore the friendship they’ve once had.

The grip around his neck tightens his vision blurring, many would expect that a hero like Spider-Man wouldn’t kill anyone, but Miguel wasn’t like the others. He didn’t live by a code. If someone was a threat he wouldn’t hesitate to end there life.

Bunnix reached up to try and push Miguel away, growing weaker by the second. He had to think of something fast in order to get away from him, something that’ll possibly change his mind about all of this. He lowers his hand from Miguels chest, touching the pavement below him and opening a portal. The two dropping down on a school rooftop, Miguels grip doesn’t loosen and growls at the sudden change of location.

“You can do whatever you like, it isn’t going to save you. You are in the process of destroying another universe that we could have saved if you had only listened!” He hissed his words out, teeth gritting in anger while Bunnix chocked out few words.

“I’m trying…to save…everyone…”

Miguel shakes his head. “And you failed.”

Bunnix can’t give up, he’s made it this far into saving words into saving futures. He can’t give up now. He uses little strength that he has and opens another portal below them, but this time dropping them from the sky the two free falling again, giving Bunnix the chance to turn them around and catching Miguel by surprise, his grip loosening and takes the advantage to put his strength into his legs, kicking him in the stomach and prying him off.

He opens another portal on the other side of the city, falling in and landing in a park where he turns to his side, coughing and trying to gain his breath back. His neck feels sore when he rubs it and gets on his hands and knees when coughing again.

“It’s been done.” He croaks out, slowly getting onto his two feet. Due to him seeing this moment happening in the future, he had a chance to alter it to stop Miguel from trying to kill him, but it was the only way to keep miguel away from the fight between the spot and the other spiders, stopping him from allowing Miles’ father to die in action.

In the end Miles does save his father and protects the rest of his friends, fighting off spot and sending him back to his proper universe where Bunnix is to return in order to fix the past. Even though Miles saved his father that doesn’t mean that things will be peaceful for the kid his universe needs a balance, if his father doesn’t die then perhaps someone else close to him will in order to restore the future again.

Bunnix doesn’t hear from Miguel again nor does he go back to seeing him. Instead he goes back to the way things were before, protecting the future and doing what he can to fix the universe. Y/n finds ways to stay hidden from Miguel when he travels from universe to universe. Perhaps the two were never meant to see each other again, learning the consequences of two time keepers trying to protect their own worlds only to result in hatred between the two.

[creative-heart]

"In the embrace of dawn"|| Enzo Vogrincic x fem! Reader

A/N: Hi my lovelies! So this is a second part to "In the heat of the night" which you can read Here inspired from a message by my lovely @cyliarys-starlight who said I could not end it that way, so here we go.

TW: Brief description of domestic violence, mention of alcohol consumption, a bit of sex talk.

Please if you or someone you know is victim of domestic violence, reach out to the authorities.

Word Count: 2.3 k

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Enzo woke up slightly when he felt the body heat lacking from him and stretched trying to get his senses back awake as he looked around the hotel room, thinking maybe she was in the bathroom, or even had stepped out to get something to eat; so he frowned in confusion when he saw the note laying  on the bedside table as he read through it a couple times; still trying to make sense of it “This was good, far too good for our own benefit, but it was just in the heat of the night, you’re better off without me, believe me, I know it. Take care, have a great life, xoxo Y/N (your blue diamond)”- what could she have meant with him being better off without her, Enzo couldn’t wrap his head around it, of course, they had known eachother for just a hot minute, he couldn’t say he was in love, and he knew Y/N was guarded and hiding something  he couldn’t quite pinpoint, but he did know something, and that was that for once, when the tall guy was with her, he felt normal again, he felt warm, he felt like someone cared about Enzo, not actor Enzo.

He tossed and turned for a while on the bed before grabbing his phone to check the time, 6 am; he checked his schedule, he had just a few scenes to shoot today, he would go over to talk to Y/N right after, he didn’t care, he didn’t agree with the brunette on what she had said on her stupid note. He could take whatever she had to throw his way. He got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom reluctantly, not really wanting to wash away the night before, or her intoxicating scent from him, but knowing he needed to get ready for work. Once he was ready he made his way downstairs and to the cafe across the street to get some fuel in him before heading to the studio. The memories and images of last night still replaying on his brain in a merciless loop, the way Y/N’s lips tasted; how soft her warm skin felt underneath his; the way her breath hitched in the back of her throat when he kissed that specific spot on her neck or her inner thigh; he swore he could listen to the small woman breath out his name a million times and would never get tired of it.

Sure enough, three stupid scenes took up most of his day, his head already at the Velvet Lounge, or at the bar they had gone afterwards, even worse, his mind kept going back to his hotel room and he couldn’t think straight, he could still taste Y/N on his tongue, and he was more determined than ever. When Enzo could finally get rid of work, he made his way to the club, making sure to stop by a flower shop on the way, he had seen the tattoo of what seemed a Jasmin flower on Y/N’s lower back at some point and he got a small bouquet. He got off the Uber a block or so away and made his way to the alley, his hands shaking softly and his breath a little heavier than he would have thought it would be, he fixed his hair and clothes before knocking on the side door. He really thought he hadn’t done anything wrong  to make her leave and that she  wouldn’t have spoke to her friends about him in a bad way; his mind was spiraling so he was a little surprised when a slightly older redhead woman opened the door. “Yes? How can I help you handsome?” Cady eyed the man standing in front of her up and down, and it slowly dawned on her, this was the guy she had seen Y/N talking to a few times.

“Is urm…Y/N…Blue Diamond in? I need to talk to her, would you please tell her Enzo is here?” he smiled softly, bouquet in hand. Cady gave him another full look before humming softly and disappearing back into the building. “Y/N Honey!” she called out “There’s quite a hunk of a young man standing outside the door saying he wants to talk to you…Enzo he said his name was”. Y/N’s head snapped up from her journal so fast she got dizzy, the color completely drained from her face “oh…not welcomed? I can go back out and tell him to get lost” Cady pointed back over her shoulder, always protective of the younger woman.

Y/N sighed getting up and shook her head “no, thanks mama, not necessary, he’s not bad, on the contrary, he’s too good” she took a quick look at herself in the mirror, her gray sweats and oversized hoody covering her body-she had asked for the day off today, alleging she didn’t feel all that good-, she pulled her arms around her and walked out to meet him taking a deep breath before opening the door. Y/N was determined to just usher him away as soon as she opened the door; but the sight of the tall, handsome, caring guy standing outside clearly nervous as hell, with a bouquet of jasmins in hand and a worried expression on his face made her halt to a stop. “Enzo….didn’t expect to see you here, not after I left at 4 am and left that note” she looked down at her own feet when he looked her way. Enzo cleared his throat and moved a bit closer making her look up at him again.

“First, these are for you” he said handing the bouquet over “I saw a jasmin tattoo on your back and I thought I might be on the right track” he rambled on as she took the flowers -a small tight smile as a reply- “I must admit, I was a bit surprised when I woke up to that note, please, please tell me it’s not something I did…I couldn’t forgive myself if I wronged you in any way” he kept looking at her, big puppy eyes, concern plastered on his look as he fidgeted with the ring on his finger “I just…I wanted to come over and tell you, I don’t know what you’re holding back, I have no idea what you’ve been through, and I know we’ve only known each other for a bit, I’m not pretending like I know all about you, nor demanding to… I would never force you to share something you’re not comfortable with..” Y/N looked up at him, her eyes sparkly, small smile pulling at the edges of her lips as he rambled on, he was quite endearing and adorable-added to how hot he is and how good he fucked me last night, I could get used to the rambling- she thought but let him continue “I just want you to know, that you’re more than enough, and there’s no way something like what we shared last night, isn’t the best thing ever….I would love to, if you let me, get to know every nook and crany of you, inside and out, know your brain, know your heart, and take the time to mend it back together, protect you from whatever…whomever you might be escaping and protecting yourself from”. As he said that she pulled him in by his coat standing on her tiptoes she kissed him softly, a new sensation running in that kiss, it wasn’t the need and want that it had the night before, it was calm, it was safe. 

Enzo was a bit surprised to be cut short from his well rehearsed speech by Y/N, not like he would complain about feeling her lips on his; hands naturally and easily falling to her waist pulling her in gently to him, needing to shield her from the outside world in every possible way. When they felt like they needed to breath before they passed out, they broke the kiss and Enzo rested his forehead against hers. “You are adorable, persistent, but adorable” she whispered. “You’re also right, there’s a lot about me you don’t know, a lot that I don’t know if and when I will be ready to let out…but as much as I wanted to pretend that I was okay leaving you behind, it tugged at every fiber of my being, this somehow in some crazy way, feels natural, feels good, and I like it”. A slow grin spread across the taller’s face as he placed another kiss on her lips.

“This might be a lot to ask for, and please don’t think it is because I don’t like you being here, but I would love to spend every second with you… getting to know you, would you please come stay with me?” she bit her lip and looked down shortly thinking about what he was asking of her, she closed her eyes and in the first act of trust she had shown in god knows how long, she nodded. “Please give me a few minutes go grab a bag of my things?” she looked up at him, she still felt terrified, and out of sorts in ways, but something about his presence, his warmth, made the weight on her shoulders get easier to bear; Enzo placed a chaste kiss on her lips and nodded. As Y/N walked into the building, she found Cady, Astrid, Michelle and even Andrew piled up on the other side eavesdropping and looked at them with a quizzical look. “Excuse you?” she said.

Astrid smiled and with her thick russian accent said “Whoever your prince in shining armor is, can’t he take me with him as well?” Y/N laughed and nudged her playfully going to pack a small bag. “You know that  whenever you want to, you have a place and a job here sweetie” Andrew said and she looked back at them “it’s not like I’m leaving for good, I’ll just go for a few days and be back, I still need to work” she said her goodbyes and walked back out the door where Enzo awaited, he wrapped his arm around her waist protectively and walked back to the hotel.

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A month or so had gone by, and the familiarity between them made Y/N feel safer than ever, like she could tackle whatever came her way, she also knew that filming was almost over for him, and soon he would leave the city. As she got some snacks for them, while Enzo waited on the couch she took a deep breath, she finally thought she could tell him her story. Deep in thought she made her way to the couch sitting down. Enzo looked up from his phone “what’s troubling you babe?” he said in that soft mellowy voice of concern that Y/N had gotten to know quite well in this time together; she nodded softly sitting down.

“Remember how you told me you would never force me to share my story?” she said barely above a whisper, Enzo put his phone down giving Y/N his undivided attention now- everything else could wait, the world could wait- and nodded; “well….I think that….if this is to be anything more than a passing fling to end when you leave New York in 2 more weeks…you deserve to know” he frowned at all the beating around the bush, but he let her, whatever she was getting ready to say had to be really important and he laid his hand on her knee in a protective way to encourage her. The petite woman took a deep breath and fixed her eyes on a loose string on her cardigan and started talking. “When we first met, I had just started working at the Velvet Lounge….I got there, because I got to New York with nowhere to go, anyone to turn to, I am….I’m originally from a small town in the state of Missouri, called Rocheport, and… I had just left, nothing on my back but the clothes I was wearing and a backpack, I urm…I’m married…my husband…his name is Luke, and one night, he…he got drunk, as he usually did but that night he got mad, and he…he…” she bit her lower lip, feeling some tears running down her face she quickly wiped at before going on “he laid a hand on me, so as soon as he passed out from the booze, I left, enough money for the bus ticket out of there on the first bus I found and I ended up here, so I… I just felt like I couldn’t trust…anyone really” she tentatively looked up from her lap to find an Enzo she had never seen before, jaw tight with tension, dark eyes, but not the dark she was used to see when they had sex, no, this was different, he hadn’t realized his hands were in fists. “please don’t look at me differently”she whispered.

He looked at her his gaze softening when he heard her say that “oh baby, I could never” he whispered bringing her close to his chest. “I just wish I could have protected you from that son of a bitch, I want to protect you every day of my life, as long as we’re together, nothing’s ever gonna harm you again, and that bastard better pray I don’t ever cross paths with him because I will not care, I will kill him; I swear I will kill him.” Y/N held onto him face buried in his chest feeling it raise and fall rapidly from his breath “Thank you for letting me into your world” he whispered in her ear “I’ll make it my life’s work to make yours better if you let me” she looked up at him, eyes glossy with tears and he leaned down cupping her cheeks as he kissed her deeply, in a way that let her know that no harm could ever get to her ever again, not as long as he was beside her, not as long as they were together.

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@cyliarys-starlight @madame-fear @luceracastro @candycanes19 @lastflowrr @koiibiito @espinasrubi @castawaycherry

[eye-of-mordor]

MAGIC SQUARE OF SATURN

Magic square series 1/?

Sometime during the early Italian Renaissance, a pseudepigraphical grimoire was published by an unknown author. Called the Key of Solomon, it contains obscure occult information concerning how to summon spirits of different sorts through carefully constructed rituals. Among its information provided, are discussions regarding what are known as ‘planetary magic squares,’ which are illustrated squares with smaller squares within that vary in number by any given celestial body. The magic square of Saturn has nine squares in three rows and columns, essentially making it a 3x3 square. This square can cross in a single linear direction in eight different ways: three horizontal, three vertical, and two diagonals. The numbers traveled in each direction will come to 15. Since each square in it has numbers ranging from 1 to 9, all the numbers in this square add up to 45, a number that is identified in the Key of Solomon as the corresponding value of two ruling spirits of Saturn, Agiel and Zazel via the ancient cipher system of gematria. The former is beneficent, whilst the latter is malevolent, a theme of duality that ties in with the mythos of Saturn as a wrathful god, judge of souls, and benefactor of civilization in many different civilizations.

While most of these mysterious planetary magic squares are credited as esoteric Hebrew developments, their true origins are shrouded in the remote mists of antiquity. Going far back to the ancient Chinese period, an archaic 3x3 square known as Lo Shu posits itself as one of the earliest appearances of magic squares used in mathematics, dating to sometime in the 7th century BC. However, it is uncertain whether this is the earliest appearance of magic squares. Via an ancient trading route known as the Silk Road, many ideas from different cultures were transferred from distant lands to others, and this resulted in the synchronization of many different ideas, contributing to the collective development of human thought. This ancient road led from China, where ancient folklore (and still survives today) told of a primeval man named Fuxi who is credited with the invention of language, civilization, agriculture, among many other aspects of civilized society, including mathematics and practices that may seem today like occultism. For instance, he is credited as the inventor of the eight trigrams that served as the basis of the later I Ching, a divination text with obscure origins, but is reputed to have been thought to date to sometime in the 10th century BC, making it older than the Lo Shu by several hundred years. Beyond the earliest appearance of the I Ching, the days when Fuxi lived in and the origins of the eight trigrams are even more obscure and for all we know, may stretch far back into the remote mists of time. The true origins of the practice of magic squares are ambiguous and is questionable whether the concept was first developed in the Far East or if it originated elsewhere in a remote epoch.

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[lorifragolina]

Bite the Bullet, Billy - Second Part

Here you are the second part of the @billybigbang2024 fic! This is what happened before Starcourt... things are quite though for poor Billy! You can find 4 new chapters in this part, the beautiful giifs of @dirtbagdefender in the first chapter and meet an infamous character!

CW: Domestic violence, period-typical racism, racist terminology, suicidal thoughts, hospital, cops

Read it in AO3 - link to the whole fic - direct link to Chapter 7

A snipped to the beginning of this part - CW Blood

“It’s gonna be ok,” he heard Harrington saying at his side, but he had a big noise in his ears, and he couldn’t understand well.

He couldn’t focus, but he glimpsed people running and screaming around him; everything was confused and muffled.

He wanted to move his limbs, but he couldn’t. His head was heavy and uncomfortable against the floor, but he couldn't move it. He felt something sticky on his eyes, maybe it was the reason his sight was foggy . 

He felt blood in his mouth; he was used to tasting blood from the punches from Neil, but it was different, it was like the blood was flowing from inside. He felt his shirt soaked by a warm liquid, but he couldn’t move his head to look.

Suddenly, two hands lifted his face and in that moment, the pain hit him. He whined, and his voice was gravelly and gurgly like he had water in his throat. 

He didn’t remember why he was on the floor, incapable of moving and soaked with blood, while the others were screaming and crying and running around. Or why Steve Harrington was lifting his head to comfort him and why he looked so concerned.

“Billy!” Max was screaming, shocked, while Harrington stopped her to joggle him. She was crying, and the other girl - what’s her name?- was screaming too, and the buzz in his ears intensified.

Harrington rested his head on the floor again and pressed some clothes he collected from the others on his chest, but he could find nothing but pain there, and felt the liquid flowing. Harrington frantically covered the wound, while Billy was fighting to breath.

“Come on, Billy, it’s gonna be alright,” he kept whispering to him, sighing at the clothes already drenched for the blood that didn’t stop.

“…Hurt… a lot”, gurgled Billy, trying to close his eyes.

“No, no, Billy, stay with me, Billy, look at me,” and Billy turned his head to him, with difficulty. “Billy, look at me. It’s gonna be ok, I promise, stay with me.”

That sailor clothes were ridiculous, thought Billy, and why were his lips so pink? He started feeling dizzy and numb.

He closed his eyes again.

“Billy, stay with me!” shouted Harrington again, and he, again, opened his eyes.  Max was kneeling at his side, and she held his hand. There was blood on her face.

[hanayori89]

A Little Too Not Over You

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🌻A/N- Second part to A Little Too Not Over You-

My apologies for being late on posting this to anyone who followed the first part. As always thanks for reading my work! 🌻

"Imagine my surprise when out shoots a whirling dervish of fire! It was horrifying!" Link lifted his shoulders and dropped them, demonstrating a shiver.

You refrained from laughing. Your mouth was already parched from the hours of talking you had endured. You pressed your finger against it, feeling the presence of flaked skin on your lips, reminding you just how thirsty you were. But the longer you spent time with Link, the more you remembered him, and goddesses, he was funny.

You caved in and began to laugh.

"What?" He asked defensively. "Go ahead and try to convince me that if some crazy whirling flame dancer jumped out at you, you wouldn't be afraid." He folded his arms, waiting for your response.

You wiped a tear away and attempted to collect yourself. "Link, you used to drop your sling shot when a Deku shrub jumped out from the ground."

"I don't do jump scares well!"

"But wasn't the boss of the fire temple a dragon that popped out of the ground through different crevices?"

Link imitated a shudder once again. "Please, don't remind me."

You reached for a glass of water, chuckling at his dramatic theatrics. You and Link had both settled on a nice little tavern tucked away in the far eastern corner of Castle Town. It was hard to stay mad at him. He had a way of unraveling you through conversation, and with each story came the passing of an hour and then another. It was now close to one a.m.

"I can't believe we stayed up so late just talking."

Link's eyes flickered at your empty hand resting on top of the table. "I can."

Every now and then, Link would stop midsentence and stare at you, losing his train of thought. You can't say that you found it odd when you yourself became so immersed in the man sitting across from you that your brain seemed to nullify any further thoughts.

Link folded his arms behind his head and leaned back in his chair. "Hopefully your husband won't mind you being out this late."

You rolled your eyes as you caught his not-so-subtle glare at your hands once again.

"I'm not married."

"Alright, then your boyfriend."

"Nope."

"Girlfriend?"

"Link."

"Lover?"

"Link!" You reached across the table and swatted him. "You can't just waltz back into my life and ask about my relationship status. What does it matter to you anyway?"

He leaned forward with a small thump as his chair legs plopped back down onto the wooden floor. He locked his eyes on yours. "I know I can't, but I guess I just didn't want to feel foolish for when-"

"Excuse me?"

A woman with stringy blonde hair weaved in a neat braid walked toward your table. She clasped her hands together in a way that made her appear wholesome beneath the muted lighting of the tavern.

"Are you Link?"

Link straightened up his spine and responded to her question with a curt nod.

"The hero..." her voice transformed into breathy, fluttering spurts of sound. You knew instantly what she was doing. She stood up straight, miming Link's posture so that her breasts would be eye level with him.

"May I trouble you for an autograph?" Her lashes danced up and down as she leered at him.

You stifled a snicker. Link took the woman's quill and scroll; her fingers lingered on the back of his hand, causing him to become flustered.

"Um, what is your name?" He asked, trying not to goad her on with eye contact.

A caterwauling sound cut through the woman's reply. "ECK! IT IS HIM!"

Three more females flocked around the table like hungry calves, ready to feed off a teat. You remained outwardly stolid, but inside, the hurt of the past was threatening to make itself known. You shifted in your seat, keeping your expression indifferent to the buzzing cadre of female admirers surrounding Link.

That was until a clapping sound erupted from behind you. "What in tarnation? Link? Well now, I gotta tell Malon you done come back home!" You felt a tangled clump of chest hair tickle against the nape of your neck as Talon leaned over the back of your chair to observe Link. His booming announcement of Link's presence drew in more onlookers and fanatics.

As hordes of people began to crowd around the table, you pushed your chair out with an angry jab, the legs screeching across the floor, announcing your breaking point. Your chair hit Talon in the gut, causing him to erupt in a howl. "YESH! WHAT'S YER PROBLEM?" You stomped outside and into the brisk night air.

You made your way down a small alley, spotting an abandoned milk crate to sit on. Your eyes began to bubble with a fresh serving of tears. Tears that you swore you'd never waste on Link ever again. He's been back for a grand total of a few hours, and here you were already sobbing.

It was time to face the facts. Lying to yourself for the past seven years did you no good. You weren't over him. You were never going to be over him. And you couldn't get over the fact that he left and went mute for so long, leaving you to wonder if he ever really cared.

And the most pathetic part of it was that you still didn't know what you wanted from him. Did you want an apology? A love confession? Your best friend back?

Did you even want him at all? Or did your ego just want revenge for being snubbed for seven straight years?

But as you thought of the way his eyes looked at you in the tavern, you realized all along what you wanted. It was the way he looked at you as children, too.

It was unconditional love.

"Y/N?" You looked up to see Link's silhouette at the end of the alley. You heard the distant sound of voices, alarming him. He ran toward you and grabbed your hand. "Quickly, they're following me." He whisked you down another alleyway, pinning you to the wall, holding you, and masking you both in the shadows.

The voices grew louder and louder, until they fizzled out into another direction.

Link sighed.

He looked down at you, suddenly aware of how close both of your bodies were. "Why did you run away?"

"I didn't think you would notice my absence, Mr. Hotshot hero."

He gazed down at you with hooded eyes. "I've noticed your absence for the past seven years."

It felt like the weight of his body was melting into yours. Somewhere along his journey, the knobby knees he had as a kid had turned into slender and toned muscle. You felt his thigh pressing gently in-between your legs as he kept you pinned down. "As I was saying before I was interrupted, the reason I was asking if you were taken is because I had designs to take you myself. Ever since that day outside the forest. When I saw the way the sun captured your e/c eyes and the way your h/l hair smelled like the dew of a fresh morning."

The smallest inkling of pride leapt forward, making one final display of control. You let out a gentle snort. "I've moved on. You can't just disappear and come back and-"

His lips hovered above yours.

"You can't-" Any words coming out of your mouth no longer matched the frequency of desire coming from your body and heart.

"You're over me?" The unfamiliar gruffness of his tone sent a shockwave of lust coursing through you. You knew your pride had officially lost.

"Yes."

"Then if I kissed you, you wouldn't care?"

"No." You lied as your body began to squirm with impatience.

You threw your arms around his broad shoulders as he rested his hands on your hips. You murmured against his lips. "Why would you kiss me?"

From your lips, which had lied, came a pair of lips quivering to deliver you with their truth.

"Isn't it obvious that I'm just a little too not over you."

Edited:2/12/24

[t-the-ring-master]

Part two of my crushes.

Second part because stupid tumblers imagine limit.

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Lord Milori: HEAR ME OUT-

Fish legs: he’d just treat me right.

Stoick: sorry Hiccup, I want your dad.

The beast: he got money okay.

Gaston(30th anniversary): okay…. Yeah. I don’t wanna change him, I wanna make him WORSE. Couldn’t find a gif of him.

Erik Destler: this could work for any of them tbh. I love them all.

[esuemmanuel]

Caían las hojas como si fuese otoño, el viento soplaba grave entre los árboles, haciéndolos temblar y balancearse con estrepitosa furia… y las hojas, siendo arrancadas de sus ramas, atravesaban con tristeza el paisaje que se arrebolaba de carmesíes que reflejaban el dolor del cielo. La tormenta arreciaba sin lluvia. EL viento era demasiado, arrastraba a las nubes densas hacia otras partes del cielo, apretándolas fuertemente entre ellas haciéndolas tronar sobre las planicies, los senderos y los montes por los que sucedían…

Y ella, la inquilina de ese pequeño hotel en el que se había resguardado, miraba por la ventana el estruendoso atardecer. El clima había cambiado de manera drástica, provocándole cambiar el itinerario de su viaje. No tenía planeado hacer un alto en el camino, menos en ese lugar perdido entre las sombras. Había escuchado historias sobre ese lugar que la habían hecho temblar y, por lo mismo, se había prometido no visitarlo jamás en su vida, pero la naturaleza no es de compartir nuestros planes, ella hace y deshace a su gusto, dejándonos a expensas de la incertidumbre. Ella reflexionaba en ello mientras miraba a las primeras gotas de lluvia caer sobre el cristal de la ventana. Decidió cerrar la cortina y esperar en la habitación a que menguara la tormenta, sin embargo algo en su pecho la afligía más que preocuparla. Desde el momento que pisó ese lugar, se sintió triste, como si una mancha carmesí se hubiese impregnado en su corazón, llenándola de una profunda tristeza. Sus ojos, de pronto, comenzaron a verter lágrimas que, al roce de sus mejillas aterciopeladas, resbalaban ligeramente hasta acabar en las comisuras de sus labios. No entendía esa tristeza ni tampoco de dónde surgía. Trató de comprenderla, de analizarla, de darle un significado y un probable sentido…, y se encontró, de pronto, con un recuerdo; una imagen que le hizo agitar dolorosamente el corazón. Se llevó las manos al pecho, apretando fuerte su blusa, mientras las lágrimas caían y un gemido de su boca se hacía escuchar. La habitación se colmó de oscuridad, ya no sólo era la tormenta la que se hacía presente al azotarse en los cristales de las ventanas, sino la que estaba padeciendo la mujer que, sin mediar razón, se echó a la cama a llorar. Mientras le temblaban las manos sobre su pecho, aferradas a su blusa, sus labios pronunciaban un nombre… y le dolía más, le dolía tan hondamente que la garganta se le cerró al mencionarlo. Quiso ponerse de pie, pero no pudo. Ese nombre la sometía, la reprimía, la obligaba a mantenerse tirada sobre esa cama fría. Fue entonces que cerró los ojos con fuerza y vio que no estaba sola, a un costado de la cama y de pie, yacía un hombre de aspecto cansado y lúgubre, mirándola fijamente y en silencio. Se escuchó un relámpago en la lejanía cimbrando en sus raíces al suelo que pisaban; ella en la cama y el hombre misterioso en sus pies. Temblorosa, la mujer se incorporó lentamente, limpiándose como pudo el rostro mientras aferraba su mirada espantada a ese hombre que no dejaba de mirarla con esos ojos inundados de oscuridad y vacío; eran negros como la noche, tormentosos como el agua que arreciaba en las afueras y profundos como dos abismos que absorbían el aliento de quien miraban.

“¿Quién es usted y cómo entró aquí?”, trémula le preguntó la mujer como si no recordara nada, se quiso poner de pie, pero la presencia del hombre parecía mantenerla sujeta a la cama.

El hombre se acercó, con paso lento y arrastrando los pies, a la orilla de la cama. La lluvia seguía cayendo, mientras la mujer respiraba nerviosa y agitada.

“¡No se acerque a mí! Respóndame ¿cómo entró a la habitación?”, entrando en la desesperación, volvió a cuestionarlo, pero, como la primera vez, tampoco recibió respuesta. El hombre que tenía el semblante pálido, escuálido y moribundo, elevó su huesuda mano hacia ella, tratando de tocar su rostro. Sin embargo, la mujer no dejó que la tocara, moviéndose un poco hacia atrás, evitó que la mano del hombre la alcanzara. Éste gimió de dolor y también de enojo. De pronto, los ojos comenzaron a llenársele de una luz extraña, como una pequeña llamarada que crecía en el centro de su globo ocular; no tenía pupilas, sólo dos flamas de un fuego extraño que comenzaba a crecer conforme el dolor y la ira se acrecentaban dentro de él. La mujer quiso gritar, pero sus labios no le respondían. Todo su cuerpo había sido paralizado; sus extremidades temblaban, su estómago se contraía, su pecho subía y bajaba agitado. El hombre estiró su mano, alcanzando la frente de la mujer con la punta de su dedo índice y…

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The leaves were falling as if it were autumn, the wind was blowing hard through the trees, making them tremble and sway in a resounding fury… and the leaves, being torn from their branches, were sadly crossing the landscape, which was turning crimson, reflecting the pain of the sky. The storm raged without rain. The wind was too much, it dragged the dense clouds towards other parts of the sky, pressing them tightly together and making them thunder over the plains, the paths and the mountains where they passed…

And she, the tenant of that small hotel in which she had taken shelter, was looking out the window at the thundering sunset. The weather had changed drastically, causing her to change the itinerary of her trip. She had no plans to stop along the way, let alone in that place lost in the shadows. She had heard stories about that place that had made her tremble and, for the same reason, she had promised herself never to visit it in her life, but nature does not share our plans, she does and undoes as she pleases, leaving us at the expense of uncertainty. She pondered on this as she watched the first drops of rain fall on the window pane. She decided to close the curtain and wait in the room for the storm to subside, but something in her chest distressed her more than troubled her. From the moment she set foot in that place, she felt sad, as if a crimson stain had permeated her heart, filling her with a deep sadness. Her eyes, suddenly, began to shed tears that, brushing against her velvety cheeks, slid lightly until they ended at the corners of her lips. She did not understand this sadness, nor where it came from. She tried to understand it, to analyze it, to give it a meaning and a probable sense…, and suddenly she came across a memory; an image that made her heart flutter painfully. She put her hands to her chest, clutching her blouse tightly, while tears fell and a moan from her mouth made itself heard. The room was filled with darkness, it was no longer only the storm that was present as it lashed at the window panes, but the one the woman was suffering, who, for no reason, threw herself on the bed to cry. While her hands trembled on her chest, clutching her blouse, her lips pronounced a name… and it hurt her more, it hurt so deeply that her throat closed at the mention of it. She wanted to stand up, but she could not. That name subdued her, repressed her, forced her to stay lying on that cold bed. It was then that she closed her eyes tightly and saw she was not alone, at the side of the bed and standing lay a tired and gloomy looking man, staring at her in silence. A flash of lightning was heard in the distance, shaking the ground they were walking on; she on the bed and the mysterious man at his feet. Trembling, the woman slowly sat up, wiping her face as best she could while clinging her frightened gaze to the man who kept staring at her with those eyes flooded with darkness and emptiness; they were black as the night, stormy as the water that rushed outside and deep as two abysses that absorbed the breath of the one who looked at them.

"Who are you and how did you get in here?" tremulously asked the woman as if she remembered nothing, she wanted to stand up, but the man's presence seemed to keep her fastened to the bed.

The man approached, with slow shuffling steps, to the edge of the bed. The rain continued to fall, while the woman breathed nervously and agitated.

"Don't come near me! Answer me how did you get into the room?", entering in desperation, she questioned him again, but, like the first time, she did not receive an answer either. The man who had a pale, emaciated and dying countenance, raised his bony hand towards her, trying to touch her face. However, the woman did not let him touch her, moving a little backwards, she prevented the man's hand from reaching her. The man groaned in pain and also in anger. Suddenly, his eyes began to fill with a strange light, like a small flame growing in the center of his eyeball; he had no pupils, only two flames of a strange fire that began to grow as the pain and anger grew inside him. The woman wanted to scream, but her lips did not respond. Her whole body had been paralyzed; her limbs trembled, her stomach contracted, her chest rose and fell in agitation. The man stretched out his hand, reaching up to the woman's forehead with the tip of his index finger and....

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[the-enchanted-mistakes]

Nothing goes to waste.

[miraculousystuff]

Chloe’s Story Pt 2

Marinette almost groaned as Chloe called her, gesturing to Alya to wait a second. What did she want? She picked up the phone, and sighed. “What is it Chloe?” she said, only to be interrupted by coughs and sobs. Marinette sighed again. “If this is about bird poop on your designer shoes again, I’m hanging up.” Alya snickered behind her, making her best friend laugh too. Soon, they were both laughing, not even noticing that Chloe hung up. She stared as her screen went black, her sobs slowing down as she remembered. Marinette and Chloe weren’t friends. She had thought they were, helping her expose Lila, gaining everyone back. But of course, the whole point was so Marinette could have Alya back, and Chloe was left alone, just like she always was. She wiped her tears away furiously, groaning. Almost resigned, the heartbroken teenager began walking back to her house, slowly. When she reached the hotel, she didn’t expect a fork whizzing past her head. She dodged it, but barely, grazing her cheek enough to draw blood. Chloe hissed in pain, but couldn’t say she was surprised. Her mother must have found out about the affair. The screams could have been heard from New York, her parents fighting loud and violent. Multiple things could be heard crashing, but none of them relented, instead screaming louder. Chloe was about to back out when her mother stormed up to her, livid. “YOU! YOU WERE A DOWNRIGHT BRAT FROM THE START CLEO!” Audrey screamed, slapping Chloe across the cheek. She gasped, but didn’t react much more than that. After all, she was almost used to it. Audrey slapped her again. “HOW DARE YOUR FATHER CHEAT ON ME!” she spat, as if it was Chloe’s fault. The teenager swallowed, knowing it was about to get even more violent. Audrey picked up the charcuterie board Nadia and Andre had abandoned and grinned almost sadistically. “It would have been so much better if you weren’t born at all.” she said, then hit her daughter on the head with the board, splitting it in two. Chloe yelped in pain, her vision suddenly dizzy, staggering. “I-” she started, but her mother beat her to it. “You’re just a spoiled rich brat, just like your father.” she said, and grabbed a champagne bottle. “I wish you didn’t exist, but it’s better late than never.” she cackled, then smashed the bottle against Chloe’s head. She swayed, her vision slowly fading as she staggered to the floor. Then, the whole world went black.

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This is the next part of the first little snippet I posted. Let me know if I should continue, or it’s fine as just a sad two shot. I’ve also started writing the aftermath of The Corey Curse, and @animechefgirl454 has also given me ideas for it! Feel free to share opinions and give requests, and have a great day ❤️❤️❤️!

[silka73]

December 6th

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AN:

Mildly concerned why people enjoyed the last part of this but none the less, who am I to judge?

I won’t deprive you of PT2 any longer

Also apologies in advance for the ending and this being a tad bit short <3

The TW/CW from the last part still stand, also if you haven’t read the first part it is highly recommended.

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He had been called back to this scene more times than he could count now, endless questions. Some of which having almost nothing to do with the situation at hand.

The worst part is, He had to be reminded of you, every, single, day.

Actually, No.

The worst part is you weren’t there to comfort him or shoo everyone away.

Or so he thought.

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He roamed around the temple, as per request of the traveler and others. He searched for more evidence as they would call it. Though, evidence didn’t exactly seem like the right word.

He would stumble his way into the room where the supposed ritual had happened.

Staring at the photos, he starting longing for you to be by his side again. Though he didn’t know if his feelings were ever suppressed, He always felt some sort of way around you.

You made him feel happy and warm on the inside, like he actually mattered.

He never knew what any of this meant but he chose to ignore it for the time being.

Until now, Everything was coming back.

The regret, the guilt, the self disappointment. He didn’t know what to do. You always would have helped him with this. He really needed to start learning how to work this out by himself again.

Why did he ever open up to you? Why, why did he have to. Why did he have to get so attached?

All of these intoxicating thoughts flooded his mind and they just got louder.

Everything in his mind went silent when he heard foot steps

Stumbling?

One of the sacrificed survivors maybe? No, No this whole place was cleared.

So then who was roaming around here in the middle of the night with no permission.

He froze.

Starting to feel a very familiar aura.

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“Xiao?”

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TBC?

[tommydarlings]

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