#down to the type of furniture he wants he seems like a home digest type of guy tbh

[seoafin]

gojo and geto seem like the last people to be overly domestic but they take to it so easily it surprises everyone

[svtkillua]

milk and tea > 5

rating: [pg-13 / angst] genre: soulmate au pairing: todoroki shouto x reader warnings: cursing, heartbreak, angst! word count: 6k

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“This is too much for one person to handle.” Your voice sounded heavy, eyes glued out the window as a few buildings zoomed past your line of sight, the seatbelt across your chest digging uncomfortably into the crook of your neck. Your hand felt like it was burning, the line of gold seeming different now, making your heart thud and anxiety sour through your veins, your blood boiling with anger and confusion. None of it made sense and the longer you digested the information the more it seemed to make your nausea grow, stomach churning when your eyes stayed glued to your palm as you spoke softly into the confining space of Awase’s car. “I feel like I’m going to explode.” 

“I know.” Awase’s voice was deep, the kind of sound you could fall asleep too easily at night, laced with the same worry and confusion that was brewing violently in your heart. His hands were clutching the steering wheel when you glanced at him, the white hue from his knuckles giving away his emotions more than the absent look on his face was, his lips parted slightly as he sighed. “You’re positive mine’s the same as hers? As theirs?” 

Your head bobbed before you muttered a quiet yes, remembering the way his face had twisted when you explained everything to him, there in that café patio an hour ago, coffees long forgotten between you. You hadn’t stopped to think if you should figure things out first, didn’t question the words as they tumbled past your lips, speaking truths that were hard for either of you to understand just yet. Awase had been rightfully baffled, shocked and unsure of your confidence in their matches all marking, after all it had never been heard of. 

Part of you suspected he didn’t want to get his hopes up, that he didn’t even want to allow a daydream where maybe he did have a soulmate. If he was anything like you, he knew how disappointing things were when you came down from the high inside your head, when reality smacked you back into place with a reminder of how alone you were. 

“I’m sorry if I shouldn’t have told you.” Your voice lifted slightly at the end, like you were unsure yourself if your actions had been right, Awase’s eyes landing on you for a second at a stop sign, his lips pulling into a faint smile as he loosened his grip on the wheel enough to return his knuckles to their usual hue. 

“I’m glad you told me, it’s just a lot to take in.” He swallowed harshly, tongue poking out to wet his flushed lips as his head shook slightly from side to side. You shifted in your seat, eyes flickering once to his palm as his hand left the steering wheel to instead scratch at the back of his neck, something you figured was an anxious habit. “I thought I didn’t have a soulmate and now I apparently match two other people’s marks. I’m just confused as to what’s happening, and thrown off, I guess. I’ve never heard of this happening.”

“Neither have I.” Your gaze shifted back out the window as his GPS quietly rattled off which street he needed to go down, the ticking of his blinker sounding loud as you both fell into silence. You weren’t sure what to say to calm the screaming voices in your head, weren’t sure how to make yourself less confused when you had no idea where to start looking for answers. Awase hadn’t been sure either, which had led the both of you into his car, where you typed in Todoroki and Momo’s address into his phone. 

You kept picturing the look on Todoroki’s face when he’d interrupted the two of you barely an hour and a half ago, kept swallowing harshly when you remembered the way his voice shook with strain. He didn’t look angry at you for ignoring him, but hurt, like you’d ripped away the last piece of himself he felt like he had ahold of, like you’d left him all alone in the ocean with no life raft to help him stay afloat. You’d been trying to save yourself from the pain in your chest, but in the process had left Todoroki stranded all alone, where nothing could help him from crumbling apart. 

You knew the pressure he was under, knew from that night you had together that he’d never been quite this vulnerable before. He was lost and you were supposed to be his constant, his guide through things even when seeing each other was becoming painful. He’d wanted you to be there, wanted you to know he loved you even if he couldn’t do it publically, and you’d left him. In a way you were selfish, because your form of comfort was ignoring him, when his only form of comfort had been you. 

He didn’t have anyone to turn to with his problems, didn’t have a Midoriya to listen when he cried about the girl he loved, who most definitely wasn’t his soulmate. He didn’t have a family that would support him and love him regardless of his choices, didn’t have a group to back him up when he needed it. All he had had was you, and you’d all but abandoned him for a week, only for him to finally see you again when you were with another guy. 

You partially knew what it could have looked like to him, like you’d been avoiding him because you were trying to move on with someone else, like you’d given up on the love you felt because it could never blossom. You wondered if he thought that of you, if he imagined you seeking out other men as much as you pictured him falling into Momo’s arms when you felt at your lowest. 

“We’re here.” 

Your head lifted from it’s direction towards your lap, eyes dancing once from Awase to the building waiting just through his window, the huge cherry blossom tree outside too brightly colored for the way your mind was swimming. Every emotion imaginable felt like it was bubbling just beneath the surface, your hands shaking as Awase unlocked the doors and climbed out without an ounce of hesitation. You were envious of how outwardly calm he looked, even if he was probably as anxious as you were. 

The short walk across the street and up the front stairs felt like a thousand miles for the way your knees were trying to buckle, your fingers scrunching into your palms as Awase knocked on the painted red, wooden surface. His hands shoved into his jeans then, you noted, his blue flannel shirt blowing out behind his back as a breeze carried the smell of his cologne past your nose, his eyes flickering once over to yours as a quiet ‘just a moment’ came from inside. 

Your heart leapt to your throat when the door opened, Momo standing there with her hair pulled into a low ponytail, an apron half tied around her hips and a dot of flour dusted onto her cheek. Her eyes didn’t even glance to you when Awase sucked in a sharp breath of air, like for a moment she didn’t realize he wasn’t alone, her hands wiping delicately onto the front of her apron as a breeze blew a strand of her hair across the front of her neck. Awase fidgeted on the spot, clearing his throat and turning his head slightly to look at you, like he was asking you what to say. 

As if you had any clue yourself. 

“Momo.” Her head turned towards you quickly but her eyes dragged behind, lingering on Awase’s face until he glanced down at his shoes, hands shuffling, still in the confines of his pockets. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip when your gaze locked with hers, hating the way insecurities started to fester in the back of your mind, wash of guilt nearly knocking you over when you remembered the way Todoroki’s lips had felt on your lips. That guilt only grew when you felt the ring he’d left with you twisting on your twiddling finger, throat clearing once even though your volume didn’t grow. “Can we come inside, please?” 

It took her a moment to nod, her eyes blinking a few times as she pulled the door further open and stepped back enough to let you both past. You vaguely heard her introduce herself to Awase as you slipped your shoes off, catching the way he smiled when she stumbled over a stray pair of slippers left by the door. His name rolled off his tongue easily as she shook her head at her own clumsiness, a blush on her cheeks just barely visible from the dim light in the hall. 

The place looked the same as when you’d been in it, but also somehow different, now holding furniture and pictures and life. It was a home instead of a house now, the place Todoroki and Momo’s love was supposed to grow into its destiny, even if to yourself it felt like a prison, a manifestation of the things you lacked. The walls were painted a pale grey, the furniture the same navy blue as the lines on their palms, a set of stairs directly down the hall lined with photos from trips they’d taken, scattered with nicnacs and memories you didn’t care to know the stories of. 

You loathed how it made you want to vomit, the jealousy creeping through your bones, rattling any of the confidence you had left. 

“Where’s Todoroki?”

“He’s upstairs, we were about to make dinner.” Momo stepped past you after a moment, leading the pair of you towards the open concept kitchen, her voice unwavering but her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides as she stepped towards a ball of dough she’d left on the counter. “Why?” 

“We need to talk to the both of you.” Awase’s voice rang beside your ear as his palm landed on your lower back, as if he could tell how anxious being there was making you, let alone how confused and frustrated you still felt. Everything felt too big, too surreal to actually be happening, Awase’s free hand still shoved in his pocket like a bomb he was scared to set off. 

“About what?” Momo’s nose scrunched slightly as she glanced at the pair of you from where she was lazily forming small dumplings on the counter, tossing them one by one into a pot of boiling water. She licked her lips once as she let her eyes flicker towards your neck, reminding you of the necklace hanging there, the one Todoroki had given you, the one that made her suspicious enough to confront you before. 

You pretended not to notice the way it made her nostrils flare as she sucked in a delicate breathe. 

“It’s complicated.” You sighed, switching your weight from foot to foot, hand raising to rub at your shoulder aimlessly when you heard the stairs start to creek faintly. It immediately made your heart thud in your chest, body turning on instinct enough to see Todoroki as he came into view, his white socks clashing with the dark floor as he focused on the phone clasped between his fingers. 

His hair was wet, a towel draped around his neck as his lips parted, a breathe falling from them, not loud enough for you to hear but it felt like it had knocked the wind out of you. His skin looked incredible, your pulse quickening the closer he got, nerves firing all at once when his head finally lifted and he spotted the three of you. His gaze moved from Momo to Awase before it landed on you, his tired eyes blinking a few times as he abandoned his phone on the breakfast bar. 

“Todoroki.” You exhaled his name like his hands were squeezing your lungs, draining every drop of oxygen from your system. You swallowed, feeling a wash of calm for the moment his eyes lingered on your own, hating the feeling that grew in your chest when his eyes fell to Awase, who was still stood beside you with his hand on your lower back. For a moment his eyes flashed with an emotion you didn’t know, his bottom lip tucking beneath his front teeth. 

“What are you two doing here?” His voice was vaguely hoarse, the way it sounded when he’d been crying or yelling, and it made your bones ache. It made you want to run over an wrap your arms around him, the pull in your heart like a magnet more powerful than the moon to the shores. 

“They need to talk to us.” Momo cleared her throat after she spoke, trying to cover up the small waver in her voice. She tossed the last of the dumplings into the large pot of water before she turned around, hands wiping once again on her apron as her back leaned into the countertop. 

“About what?” Todoroki’s eyebrows rose as he pulled the towel from around his neck, figure turning away from you in a way that felt like a subtle pinch to your heart, a bit of guilt for ignoring him spreading up your spine. Maybe it had hurt him like you suspected, maybe it had felt like you were shoving him away when he so desperately had wanted to hold onto you. 

“About your soulmarks.” You pressed your lips into a thin line, Awase sucking in a sharp breathe beside you as his head bobbed in a nod, neither of you exactly sure how to bring the subject up subtly. His hand fell away from its place on your back, your teeth grinding together as you watched Momo’s brows furrowed together slightly in confusion, Todoroki’s back still towards you. 

It was silent enough for a pin drop to be heard, neither Momo or Todoroki saying anything, as if they were waiting for yourself or Awase to further explain, though neither of you knew how. You looked over at Awase as he shifted his weight, his eyes catching onto yours as you nodded once towards his hand, resting your own flat against the marble island in front of you. There was a rustle from his hand being pulled out if his jean pocket, before he was holding it up like he was waving without any movement, the bold blue lines vibrant with the overhead light beaming down on him. 

Momo audibly gasped, her hands raising subconsciously to cover her mouth as she stared, feet quickly padding across the wood floors so she could get a better look. The sound caught Todoroki’s attention as he finally turned, his thin white t-shirt collecting small dark circles from the drips of water coming from his hair, eyes flickering from your face to Awase’s hand twice before staying settled there on his palm. You swallowed hard, ignoring the boulder in your esophagus as your eyes danced between the three of them, wondering what they were all thinking, what they were all feeling. 

You’d never seen anyone with your mark before, let alone been in the same room as two people who matched you. 

“What’s going on?” Momo sounded out of breath as she hesitantly reached her hand forward to grab ahold of Awase’s as it lowered, his eyes glued to her face as she squinted down at his palm. You watched as she slid a finger over the main line of his mark, noting how she skipped over the small cut he still had healing across the center of the flesh. 

“We don’t know.” Awase’s voice was hushed, like if he spoke too loud he’d scare her away, his lips pursing, puckered momentarily outward as he took a peek at you in his peripheral vision. You didn’t notice Todoroki had moved until you felt the warmth of his body closer to your own, his footsteps quiet until he came to rest between you and Momo’s sides. “After you two left the café she saw my hand, and said she’d seen it before.” 

“I knew it was yours.” Your eyes shifted up to Todoroki, his own gaze focused on Awase’s palm as Momo held it, her own dark lines brushing against his fingertip before she placed her hands on the counter. You swallowed when Todoroki’s focus shifted over to you, eyes unreadable as his tongue poked out to wet his lips, and you swore for a second he was trying to tell you something with the look on his face, but you didn’t know what, voice shrinking with his proximity. “Both of yours, I mean.” 

You’d missed his warmth, missed the heat that radiated from him so naturally when you were next to him, your arm feeling like it was being baked by the sun when his body weight shifted so he was closer to you. His fingers subtly nudged your own where your hands both hung by your thighs, the island blocking them from view, your body temperature spiking when you looked away from his face to instead focus back on Awase and Momo. You tried to keep your reaction neutral as Todoroki’s pinky finger slowly hooked with yours, fingers one by one all clasping into your own until your palms were flush together, heart thumping steadily like he was an anchor keeping you from drifting too far from his shore. 

It was amazing how a simple touch from him was enough to have you near bursting at the seems, things seeming to blur in your mind for a moment as all you could focus on was how good it felt to be touching him. When your grip on him tightened he squeezed right back, your cheek burning where he was staring at you until Awase spoke up. 

“I don’t understand how this can be happening.” He scratched at the back of his neck for a moment, bodyweight leaning into the counter before him as his teeth dug into his plump bottom lip. “It’s impossible for three people to be soulmates, right?” 

“Right.” Todoroki’s head bobbed once slightly, his voice soft as he brushed his thumb along your own, chest rising and falling steadily as he glanced between Awase and Momo. Momo was staring at Awase for a beat, her eyebrows bunched together as she absentmindedly picked at the nail polish half chipped off her fingers. “None of this makes any sense.” 

There was a lull in the conversation as the three of them all glanced between each other like one of them would suddenly have an answer, your face turning back up to look at Todoroki while he thought, admiring the way his skin looked when the light caught onto it. He looked incredibly tired, stressed, like the shower he’d taken had done little to relax the voices screaming in his eardrums, like he was desperate to shut the world away for a while and just breathe on his own. You moved closer to him without thinking, feeling Momo glancing at you but swallowing down the small amount of guilt it caused, resting your freehand on the countertop. 

“Let me see your hands.” 

For a moment, you’d thought Momo was talking to you and Todoroki, your eyes flickering down to your connected palms before Awase held out his own. Todorokis grip on you vanished as he lifted his hand up, both of the boys palms facing the ceiling as Momo placed her own between them, your chest aching in a way that made it hard to ignore. Your eyes burned but you blinked away the stinging in them, leaning forward slightly as Momo had to look over the blue lines that stained their skin. 

“I read about something, a couple months ago.” Momo sounded half focused on what she was saying, her finger skimming along Awase’s hand before it moved to brush along Todoroki’s, a small pang of jealousy itching at the back of your throat. You ignored it best you could when she looked quickly over at you with a bob of her head. “It was right after Todoroki’s birthday, when he decided to stay at your place rather than go to dinner with me and his parents.” 

She paused for a moment as you folded your arms across your stomach, her voice not full of malice or anger but rather a hint of sadness, of a pain you didn’t think you could really grasp. Because while you were longing after Todoroki for months, she had been watching him crave someone else for the entirety of time she knew him. Even if he’d never said it to her, and even if he tried his hardest to never let it show, she knew that while he cared about her, it wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. 

Maybe Todoroki loved her, yes, but not in the way she wanted. 

Not in the way soulmates were supposed to love each other. 

“I was up one night, reading these articles online, in this poor state of mind, and I came across this article. These parents illegally had their child’s mark covered at some underground tattoo place, having it match another family’s child so they’d think they were soulmates. It was almost like some awful form of an arranged marriage. The kids only figured it out when they were older and one of them found a baby picture from before they covered his mark.” She trailed off, her eyes flickering between Todoroki’s palm and Awase’s, your mind reeling as the pieces in your mind seemed to slowly be clicking into place. 

“I didn’t think it could have happened, because neither of us had ever met someone else with our marks before.” Momo looked over at Todoroki as his focus turned towards her, her eyes a bit red as she blinked a few times and smiled faintly at him. She looked as tired as Todoroki did, like she’d been fighting a losing battle for a long time and was finally ready to give up. “I knew neither of us felt right, that neither of us thought things were how they were supposed to be. You’d felt something for someone else, and I…” 

Her voice trailed off as she took a glance at Awase, who was staring at her with such a strong gaze it made her cheeks flush with pink. 

“I saw you once,” She said to him, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as his head bobbed in a nod, like he remembered it too. Your eyebrows bunched together as another punch of confusion ghosted over your features. Todoroki’s hand left the counter to once again clasp down into your own, grip tighter than before. “at a train station. It was crowded and we bumped into each other, you had on gloves and I didn’t see your hands but I felt…something when I saw your face.”

“I felt it too.” Awase interjected, his eyes flickering down to the counter as his fingers bent to form a loose fist, his lids dropping shut as he sighed heavily. “I tried to look for you but when I did you were with a guy and too far gone. I figured it was just my imagination and I let it go.” 

“It’s why I asked our parents for baby pictures a few months ago, I was thinking maybe I could find some proof that we weren’t supposed to be together.” Momo said, forcing herself to look away from him and instead focusing back on Todoroki, who you were sure also noticed the way both Awase and Momo’s cheeks were flushed with pink hues of warmth. “I didn’t find anything in mine, though.” 

The silence that fell was heavy as Todoroki and Momo shared a look that felt too intimate for yourself and Awase to be watching, like you were witnessing a couple splitting apart, and perhaps you were. Maybe the both of them had felt it for a long time, that something was wrong with their supposedly destined relationship. Neither of them had brought it up, but both could tell that the other wasn’t happy, that they were forcing things when they shouldn’t have to. Momo shouldn’t have had to fight to have time with Todoroki when he was supposed to always want to be with her. Todoroki shouldn’t have felt so alone when Momo was right there, shouldn’t have never felt understood when she’d brush off his complaints like mere feathers on her shoulders. 

Neither of them was right for the other, but they both cared enough to keep quiet, because they thought it was what they were supposed to do. 

“Did you check mine too?” Todoroki spoke up, his head shaking slightly as a drip of water from his hair skimmed his cheekbone when it fell. 

“Every single one.” Momo sighed as she pushed her hand through her hair, slipping her elastic onto her wrist as the strands hung loosely behind her neck, framing her cheeks like she was a beautiful painting. “I found nothing. I’m not really sure where to look for answers. It could have been either of our families, hell it might not have even been them. This could all be something else.” 

“It’s not something else.” Todoroki’s voice grew harder, eyes floating shut as his jaw clenched down tight, all the air leaving his lungs as he shook his head. His grip on you grew more firm as his nostrils flared, your free hand raising to gingerly brush his shoulder when his eyes snapped back open. “It was my parents. I know it was, I’m positive.” 

“Todoroki.” Your tone was timid compared to his own, body moving closer to his when his face turned towards you, his eyes burning red and full of irritation, tears starting to build in his waterline. You’d never seen him look more furious, more heartbroken, his hand leaving yours as he scrubbed at his eyes and immediately turned to go outside, the door slamming behind him and a silence enveloping the three of you still standing around the marble island. 

You swallowed, staring at the door where his figure had just been, body aching to be following his, that pull in your chest stronger than ever knowing how upset he was. You couldn’t blame him for feeling so angry, for being so broken that he just wanted to fall apart where no one could see him. You knew pain, you knew the hurt that spread through your bones when you realized you didn’t have a soulmate. You were familiar with the hollow that made a home in you with the thoughts and voices constantly in your head, the never-ending reminders of your loneliness and heartache. 

But you didn’t know how Todoroki felt. 

His own parents had betrayed him, had set him up for a life where he’d never really get to be happy, not how he was supposed to. They lied to their son for their entire lives thus far, all so he’d marry someone he was never really supposed to love in the first place, and in the fallout from their actions they had crushed him. They had made Todoroki so full of guilt and longing that the weight of the world was piled up onto his shoulders. They made him loathe himself for not loving Momo the way he was supposed to, made him long after someone that maybe he could have had all along had they not sabotaged him out of selfishness. 

Your body carried you out the door before you over thought things, not bothering to put your shoes back on as your feet made contact with the cold concrete of the front steps. You paused there while the door shut, watching Todoroki’s back as it rose and fell slowly from where he was sat on the curb, a car passing by making some of the fallen flower petals bustle past his figure. His shirt looked brighter from the way the streetlamps were hitting him, the sky turned a dark blue as night began to take over. 

He was mute when you sank down into the spot beside him, your thighs pressed against each others as you rested your hands on your knees, staring up at the sky as he sniffled beside you. He didn’t move for a minute or so until he shifted enough to lift his head, eyes falling onto you when you turned enough to stare back at him. You were itching to touch him when you noticed the wet trail down his cheek, heart feeling like it was being hammered into bits and pieces as he leaned in and rested his forehead against your shoulder, his lips parted as he sucked in a shaky breath. 

“I’m sorry, Todoroki.” Your voice was a whisper as he slid his arms slowly around your middle, pulling your body closer to his own as his head fell to instead press into the crook of your neck, his nose nudging the side of your throat while his fingers dug into your back. Your cheek pressed into the top of his head as your fluttered your lids closed, letting him melt his body weight into you, savoring the warmth of his chest as the wind blew. “I’m so sorry.” 

“I just can’t believe they’d do this to me. I know that we don’t always agree on things, but how could they just let me be so fucking miserable and pretend that it was all in my head.” His voice shook as it muffled against your collarbone, the reverberations making subtle goosebumps raise on the back of your neck. “What kind of person does that to someone they’re supposed to love?” 

“Maybe it wasn’t them, Todoroki. We don’t know if that’s what really ha-” 

“It was them.” He cut you off with a slight shake from his head, his shoulders raising as he pulled back enough to stare at you. His hair was a mess, now half air dried and sticking at odd angles, lips puffy from how much he kept licking and biting at them, eyes still stained with redness. “I know it was them. They always wanted a certain life for me, and they decided that was most important. They decided money and power and image were more important than their son’s fucking happiness.” 

Your hand reached back behind you so you could grab onto his own, pulling it forward and clasping your palm so it was flush against his, hiding his blue lines from his view. He pressed his lips into a line as you lifted your other hand to brush the hairs away from his eyes. He leaned into your touch, eyes falling shut as his cheek pressed against the warmth of your fingers, like he was making sure you weren’t a daydream. It was hard for you to believe yourself that he was real, with the streetlamp casting a halo silhouette around his mess of white and red hair, eyes shining even in the dark, swimming with all the emotions that had started to pour from his soul. 

“You should talk to them, confront them about it.” 

“I will, but not tonight. I can’t tonight.” Todoroki blinked twice before letting his hand slip away from your own, reaching up to scrub at his exhausted eyes as you let your palm slip to rest against his chest, feeling his heartbeat as it hammered away. He leaned forward enough to press his lips to your forehead, muttering against the skin as your touch drifted from his cheek to instead plant on the crook of his neck. “I just need some time to process everything.” 

You nodded as he languidly untangled himself from you completely, hands grabbing onto your own as he helped you stand, immediately slipping his arms back around your middle to hug you to his chest as he took a deep breathe, the smell of his cologne like you were being welcomed home after too much time away. Your arms looped easily around his hips, pressing your bodies so they were cemented together as he pressed a chaste kiss to your shoulder, savoring in the feeling of having you so close for a moment. 

He felt like he was broken. 

But you were broken too. 

“It’s almost ironic. This is like some awful version of what I always wanted.” 

You leaned back to look at him when he spoke, his tongue poking out to wet his lips as his fingers started to toy with the ends of your hair, careful not to tug too hard. Your eyebrows rose slightly, as if you were asking him to go on, lips parted as you took a gentle breathe when the wind blew chills onto your bare legs. 

“I used to always hope that somehow I wouldn’t be her soulmate, that I’d have at least a shot at being with you, properly.” He mumbled, your heart thudding at the quiet confession as his lips spread into a half smile, one laced with heartache and framed with disappointment for the way the world had granted his wish. “I always pictured myself just waking up with your mark, not something like this. I guess I just never imagined it would be because of my parents being more selfish than loving.” 

“It might not have been them, Todoroki.” 

He shook his head at your optimism, his lips pressing once more into your forehead as he let his touch leave your body, except for his hand that tangled back into yours. He picked up your free one, kissing the middle of your palm and moving you slightly so your soulmark was in the light, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, like he was trying to force a lump down his esophagus, one that was making it hard for him to breathe. He was silent for a moment as he held you there and stared, taking in the gold as your fingers flexed slightly in an attempt to free your hand, not liking to look at it for so long. Even with things unraveling around you, you didn’t like to look your mark, like it was a reminder of all the torment soulmates had caused you, all the longing that left scars on your heart. 

“I wonder if mine looks like this, underneath the tattoo.” He muttered, mostly to himself, his eyes dancing over to you once before he was focusing back on your palm, finger tracing a line right down the strip of pigment on your skin. The image made your lungs shrink as you tried not to get your hopes up too high, the grip you had on his hand tightening when your eyes burned at the thoughts that started to rush to your head, dark ones that were used to broken hopes. 

“What if it doesn’t?” 

His eyes turned back towards you, lips parting, like he was surprised by your question. You couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop yourself from wondering what would happen now. Sure, in your heart you wanted it to be Todoroki, you wanted the person you matched to be him more than anything you’d ever longed for in your entire life. You wanted that tattoo on his palm to get removed and you wanted to find a strip of gold waiting there for you all along. But you had gotten used to the disappointment, familiar with the let downs when your dreams came crashing back to earth, leaving you broken and unable to really fit the pieces back together. 

“It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t.” 

He sounded firm, confident as he let your palm go and opted to cup your cheek instead, a car driving by that casted bright lights on him for a moment. He took a deep breath, leaning forward and letting his eyes drop shut as his lips ghosted over your own before he kissed you fully. It wasn’t full of dramatic passion, wasn’t laced with the longing you’d both felt for so long, wasn’t desperate and needy like you were scared you’d never get to taste him again. It was gentle, soft, quiet like the world around you had melted away and all that was left was the simultaneous beatings of your hearts when he pulled back so your noses were brushing, voice barely audible as he whispered. 

“I’m yours, no matter what.”

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[draw-you-coward]

“If you keep shaking your blasted leg I will strap you down to your chair,” Canach snaps.

The shaking stops. “I didn’t know you were kinky,” says the worst person in the world.

��And I don’t need to know if you are,” he mutters in return, doing his best to mentally bleach his short-term memory. Roza can be a disgusting little weed sometimes, either out of social ineptitude or accidentally-but-really-on-purpose. These are the only types of people Canach befriends nowadays: liars, social pariahs, and criminals. And whatever the hell Kasmeer is supposed to be.

“Why are you so jumpy, anyhow?” he asks to a predictable glare. “It isn’t like you to fidget.”

Roza purses his lips. “I do not have my gun,” he says with his ever-present lisp of disgust.

“Your what?” says Canach.

Roza opens his pack and shows him the inside, revealing a few asuran tchotchkes, a couple of oddly-shaped parcels with suspicious stains, and what looks to be someone’s amateur knitting project—perhaps he robbed a retirement home for fresh bodies. “I think I left it at the house,” he elaborates, explaining in actuality nothing at all.

He pulls back before Canach can try and identify which body parts are in the parcels. “I am at full alertness. If I am to meet your mysterious paramour, I must be prepared for the situation to turn violent.”

Canach doesn’t know what part of that to digest first. “My paramour?” he repeats.

Roza’s glare doubles. “Is that not why you have called me here? To meet them?”

By the Pale fucking Tree. “I want you to meet a previous colleague of mine. I said that we worked together on certain illicit activities, not that we—” He groans, pressing the palm of his hand to his thorns so he can prick himself and ensure this isn’t some absurd nightmare. “I knew this was a terrible idea. I shouldn’t have agreed to deal with you while sober.”

Roza makes an annoyed noise at him, only half paying attention. He is rifling through his pack, and pulls out what Canach vaguely recognizes as his secondary communicator. Is it just him, or did it get smaller?

Roza brings it up to his mouth. “Trahearne?” he asks. “Did I leave my pistol with you?”

The device makes a sound that could either be a whine of static or a cat’s mewl. “Your pistol? No, I haven’t come across it. It isn’t on you?”

This is ridiculous. Roza thought Canach brought him here to—he is listening to a dead man talk about firearms, and his contact could join them at any second and overhear it all. He is going to lose what little authority he has managed to hold onto after all these years of moral chastity.

Roza, for his part, does not seem to care about subtlety in the slightest. “No. I usually leave it in the bedside drawer.” He twists to the side, scanning their surroundings with blank anxiety.

“Which bedside drawer?”

“Yours,” Roza says at the same time that Trahearne adds, “Ours?”

Canach is in some terrible audio comedy crime drama and cannot escape. Maybe he is the one strapped to his chair.

“Yes! Yes. It’s next to the…” Roza makes a gesture with his hand Trahearne has absolutely no way of seeing and that Canach wishes he could immediately erase from his memory. “Could you check?”

Trahearne seems to understand him, for better or for worse. “You keep your gun in there? Roza.” He groans, exhaling a puff of static.

“It is easily accessible.” Roza seems mildly confused.

“Yes, but I do not want to shoot myself in the hand while I am looking for—Harley, dearheart, I need to go upstairs. I know. I know—ow! Thor—Thank you.”

“You’re already dead,” Roza argues. “What harm could it possibly do?”

Muffled sounds of furniture being moved come through from the other end. “That is… a good question. One moment…. Ah yes, it’s here.”

Roza perks up. He perks right back down a moment later when there is a faint click, followed by a metallic rattling.

“What are you doing?” he demands.

“Roza, I am not keeping a fully loaded firearm in my bedside drawer.”

“But—”

“And the validity of my invulnerability aside, I certainly do not want you shooting yourself in the hand. I’ll leave the bullets next to it. Alright?”

Roza sighs. “Fine.”

“Thank you.” Trahearne echoes his sigh, although his own is one of relief. “Say hello to Canach for me. And don’t threaten whoever he wants you to meet. Remember what I said: If you try your best to be nice, he will appreciate it.”

What? How does he know about this?

“No promises. Goodbye,” Roza says, and shuts the device off.

“How does he know about this?” Canach demands.

Roza shrugs at him, infuriatingly noncommittal. “I thought you wanted me to meet a date,” he says with large, dark, utterly maddening eyes. “Trahearne usually has helpful advice, so I told him about this meeting. He is very experienced in social etiquette, you know. He befriended three stray cats.”

Truly, an impressive achievement. “And you,” Canach mutters.

Roza smiles with all his teeth. “And I. It is quite remarkable. Is that your little friend over there looking around? Very well, since we are meeting for business rather than pleasure—how nice do you want me to be?”

Canach considers. To hell with it, he decides. It’ll be funny. “Don’t hold back,” he allows.

Roza’s grin widens.

~*~

[prismatales]

Comfort

All my love and gratitude goes to @sugacookiies, @pixxiesdust and @hawks-senseis for beta-reading this, you guys were some of the greatest help I've ever had! ❤

Pairings: Bakudeku x Reader

Warning: Tw:Depression, Tw:Suicidal thoughts, angst, fluff and comfort.

Fingertips slam a frantic yet steady pace against the keyboard, your eyes go back and forth between each paragraph with a growing sense of panic. All your senses are running on nothing more but pure anxiety and stress, not even the thought of eating something crosses your mind as the one and only thing to worry about seems to be this specific assignment.

Neither of them can remember the last time they saw you in another spot of the house that wasn't that chair before the computer, sure sometimes you take a break to go to the bathroom, but sleeping? That word doesn't seem to have a meaning in your vocabulary.

Except for that one time you fell asleep on the couch for less than 30 minutes before startling yourself awake and jumping away from the plush cushion to keep working.

Both Midoriya and Bakugo knew how important it was to complete your thesis, but was it worth it when your health and body is on the edge of giving up? They both know how badly this kind of routine can end up affecting your health.

The last time you got this stressed it ended up fucking up your stomach all the way from the esophagus to the intestines. The whole digestive system was so affected it started to feel like your stomach was literally burning itself into nothingness from the gastritis you developed. You had to get treatment for two whole weeks, which was right before your high school finals, and it was one of the worst experiences you've ever had to go through.

There's a reason a huge portion of people going through College ends up feeling dead on the inside, the overwhelming amounts of work, spending so much time in the library one could literally claim they live there, assignments and impossible amounts of field work, all of that could be more than enough things happening at the same time to cause plenty of people to go insane. And if that was bad enough, preparing your Thesis was like one of the deadliest of trials.

Just from the look on your face, it was obvious you're starting to develop another health trouble just like that time, the tips of your fingers start pressing right on the spot above your stomach with a face full of discomfort.

Deku's the first one to see that and in less than five minutes he's already outside on his way to get some medicine, he doesn't think twice about using One for All to go faster. 

Everyone in the apartment was more than used to hear mumbling during the day, courtesy of your beloved Deku, but not even Bakugo was prepared to hear you of all people mumbling such dark things the very next day, when the stress began taking a harder toll. He could hear every single word loud and clear even when he's standing near the kitchen counters at the other side of the house.

"Why do I even bother?...It's not like anything I do even matters..." He can hear the the long sigh followed by more self hatred while he's stirring the noodles for dinner. "Sometimes I wonder if people would even notice that I'm gone...hahaha...I wanna die"

"...! That's it!" The wooden spoon gets slammed roughly against the marble counter, searching through his pocket Bakugo pulls out his phone to text Deku, who's already on his way home from patrol.

It takes less than an hour for the two of them to be there right besides you trying their best to comfort their shaking and panicked S/O, it makes them feel useless seeing how much you're struggling to hold on to the remains of your mental stability.

And when they hear the next course of muttering they know things are just about to get worse unless they do something about it.

"I can't do this anymore...I just can't," The tiny voice coming out of your mouth was heartbreaking. Your whole body is trembling uncontrollably as Midoriya walks up behind the chair, he lifts your whole body so he can take you to the bedroom, that way you could finally get some well deserved rest and calm down, in the meanwhile Bakugo goes back into the kitchen to fetch you something to drink.

Their dynamic was simple and yet effective, most of the time Izuku tends to be the one calming both of you through words, if that's not enough to help he's trying to find another solution to the problem through physical actions. Katsuki on the other hand tends to prefer being the one letting his actions speak for themselves first, even through the smallest of gestures he's always looking out for the both of you, in a reverse context to Deku, when his actions are not enough he's trying to make an effort to comfort you with his words.

Everything came crashing down inside your head like a landslide in the middle of a storm, bringing chaos and despair from every direction. It's easy to recognize the signs of your depression kicking in due to all the work piling up at once, and they're aware you're one of the most dedicated and passionate persons when it comes to your studies.

Midoriya tried to lay you down into the soft mattress and walk away to get that blanket they bought specifically for this type of occasion, but his shirt is quickly clutched into a tight grip, the broken sobs are barely audible to someone not paying enough attention have him on high alert as he realizes you've already started crying.

He has no other choice but to ignore his quest for the blankets and sits back on the bed. His back rests against the headboard while you're laying on your side, face resting softly against his well-toned chest, your body surrounded by his own arms that hold your shaking body against his with the hope that it can help you relax.

Bakugo comes into the room shortly after, carrying your favorite cup steaming with some nice and warm drink, your favorite judging by the glorious smell coming out of the cup in small puffs.

He carefully passes the cup to the green haired man sitting in bed before walking to the corner of the room and towards a dark gray, medium sized basket where the additional blankets are kept, rummaging through the furniture he finds one of the biggest, fluffiest and softest blanket of them all before walking back towards the bed. 

It takes you awhile to process what's actually happening because of the storm running through your head. But eventually, between the reassuring words and sweet whispering, the shaking and the crying slowly, but very slowly starts toning down until nothing but a small whimper can be heard every now and then through your bedroom. 

In less than a few minutes you've already been wrapped in that beloved blanket while resting between two warm and fit bodies, leaning back against the headboard with a comforting drink in hand.

"Are you feeling any better?" Izuku's voice is soft and sweet, just in case there's something still bothering your mind, at the same time one of Katsuki's hands is busy rubbing circles in the section between your shoulders in a steady rhythm, the feeling of his calloused and scarred hand touching that portion of skin helps relaxing your exhausted self at an almost exaggerated level. The last thing they want is for you to have another breakdown.

You want to reply but your mouth quickly opens and closes, so all you can manage to do is give them a soft nod in response, too tired to even try and talk to your sweet boyfriends. 

Sometimes the negative thoughts come during these kinds of moments to try and bring torment. It makes you wonder if one day they'll get tired of this and leave after realizing you're nothing more than a hindrance.

"Don't even think about it, Dumbass," Katsuki growls from his spot at your left side "I recognize that look on your face when I see it, you think you're worthless don't you?" That hand behind you makes its way to your shoulder, pulling your whole body towards him and positioning you in a way that makes your head rest on top of his well toned shoulders. For someone who's body is so nicely sculpted, the place where your head lays is one of the most comfortable places where somebody could rest.

"You are one of the strongest people I've ever met. You've always been someone who rarely allows small shit like this get the best of them" Katsuki's hand had long ago left your back to run his fingers through your hair, the friction against your locks of hair and scalp has a soothing effect that relaxes everything from your whole body to your mind.

A small tear manages to escape, but this time is out of relief and happiness for literally having two of the most wonderful lovers by your sides. The exhausted smile that spreads over your face sends the both of them into a state of relief.

"What did I do to deserve you both?" 

Deku lets out a soft laughter while Katsuki just smirks in satisfaction.

"Existing." 

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Cuddle Buddies (4/?)

Steve's a busy human rights lawyer who doesn't have time for a relationship but still wants to snuggle up with someone. Luckily, Bucky happens to be a professional cuddler. Chapters: 1, 2, 3. Also on ao3.

"Let's start a café," said Bucky dreamily. "A café that only serves hot chocolate."

"We could call it Hot n' Creamy," replied Steve, making Bucky snort into his drink.

"Who's hot and who's creamy?" he asked after surfacing, a teasing smirk on his lips.

"You're the creamy one," laughed Steve, giving into the temptation to wipe the whipped topping from Bucky's upper lip, sweeping his thumb over the soft skin.

Steve spent the next week alternating between walking around with a spring in his step, a secret little smile hovering around his lips, and being gripped with sudden self-doubt. Something was happening between him and Bucky, and the anticipation before their next meeting was delicious.

Unfortunately, the fates were conspiring to interrupt his plans.

"Hey, Buck," sighed Steve when the phone connected. He was leaning on a wall outside his apartment building, shivering a little in the brisk evening air.

"Hey! What's up, Stevie?" said Bucky's warm voice, sending tingles through Steve's body.

"There's a carbon monoxide leak in my building, they want us out of the place all evening so they can air it out and fix the boiler," said Steve, trying hard not to sound petulant as he kicked a pebble vindictively down the road.

"Oh man! I hope you didn't breathe any of it in."

Steve chuckled. "I think I'm safe. But unless you want to do our session in a coffee shop or the New York Public Library..."

"I bet that wouldn't be the weirdest thing that's ever happened in that library," Bucky interjected, laughing.

"Or I guess we could go to a hotel?" offered Steve hopefully, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.

"How about my place?" said Bucky immediately. "I live pretty near you, got a nice big couch."

"Sure," said Steve, a little breathless at the idea of seeing Bucky's private space. "Text me your address, I'll be there in half an hour."

He stopped off at a grocery store during his walk to Bucky's and picked up some ingredients. When he reached Bucky's building - a fairly ordinary-looking apartment block over a coffee shop - he hesitated a second to check that he was precisely on time before pressing the buzzer.

Bucky's crackly voice broke into the intercom. "Steve! Come on up, I'm on the third floor."

When he walked inside, Bucky was grinning down the stairwell, easing Steve's nerves somewhat.

"Come on in," said Bucky when Steve reached the top of the stairs. "Don't mind Alpine. She hates everyone."

Alpine, a stunning white cat with regal bearing, was regarding the newcomer with suspicion while aggressively headbutting Bucky's shins. Immediately forgetting why he was there, Steve dropped into a crouch and held a hand out to her, making pspspsps noises and blinking slowly until she cocked her head at him. He clearly managed to pique her curiosity, and she stalked over to sniff his fingers, even deigning to let him scratch her under the chin before turning up her nose and leaving to inspect her food bowl.

Bucky made a small, impressed sound, reminding Steve where he was. He looked up to see Bucky beaming at him.

"Cat whisperer," he said, fondness lacing his voice.

"She's beautiful."

"She's an asshole and she has no respect for me," snorted Bucky. "But yeah, she is the prettiest princess."

"I brought ingredients for a new drink," said Steve, standing up and gesturing with the shopping bags. "Can I use your stove?"

"Stevie," said Bucky. There was something indescribably soft about the way that his mouth caressed the syllables. "You didn't have to do that."

"Don't thank me yet," grinned Steve. "This is an experimental recipe."

"OK, fine," amended Bucky, leading the way to the kitchen. "I will thank you if you don't make me blind or something."

Bucky's apartment was an odd mixture of lived-in and minimalist, with classy wooden furniture and sleek lines, interspersed with fuzzy blankets and cat toys. Steve noted with interest the big, deep couch, and a couple of bookshelves bursting with science fiction novels and books about different types of therapy.

The kitchen was well-appointed but, with the exception of the coffee maker, seemed to have been barely used. Bucky pulled him out a saucepan and two mugs.

"Teach me the ways of your hot beverages, oh great and powerful Steve," he said, bowing low.

"Alright," said Steve, handing him a package. "You chop up half of this bar of orange chocolate into little pieces, I'm gonna start heating up the oat milk and mixing together the spices."

"Spices?" asked Bucky, grabbing a chopping board and knife and doing as he was told.

"Cinnamon, ginger, allspice, cardamom," said Steve, placing the jars on the counter as he spoke. "I figured, they go well with orange, and it's not like adding chocolate can make any combination worse, right?"

By the time they'd finished making the drinks, sprinkling extra spice mix and grating chocolate over the top of the creamy topping, and Bucky had as usual buried his entire face in his mug, Steve could fairly confidently say that the experiment was a success. It was the right mixture of comforting and luxurious, rich with chocolate and homely with spices and orange.

"Let's start a café," said Bucky dreamily. "A café that only serves hot chocolate."

"We could call it Hot n' Creamy," replied Steve, making Bucky snort into his drink.

"Who's hot and who's creamy?" he asked after surfacing, a teasing smirk on his lips.

"You're the creamy one," laughed Steve, giving into the temptation to wipe the whipped topping from Bucky's upper lip, sweeping his thumb over the soft skin.

Bucky's tongue darted out to lick the cream from Steve's thumb, and he hummed in agreement. "You are the hot one," he purred.

"Flatterer," huffed Steve, rolling his eyes and finishing off his drink to distract himself from the blush coloring his cheeks.

"Right," announced Bucky, slurping down the last of his hot chocolate and grabbing Steve's hand. "Let's get to cuddling."

Steve's fingers felt right slotting between Bucky's, and he allowed himself to be led over to the large, plush couch. Bucky lay down on his side and pulled until Steve's back was pressed against his front, two spoons nested together.

"How was your week?" asked Bucky, gently stroking up and down Steve's arm, his chocolatey breath tickling against the back of Steve's neck.

Steve burrowed closer, his feet finding the space between Bucky's calves and aimlessly rubbing up and down. "Not bad, actually. Had a few cases end all at once, got to do some cool courtroom theatrics."

"So you have some free time now?"

"I have to tie up some loose ends tomorrow, then I get a little breather."

"You gonna go on some wild adventures?"

"I'm going to finally get all of my laundry done."

"Oooh," teased Bucky. "Save some fun for the rest of us, rock star."

"You realize I can see your box of hand-made cat toys from here, right?" said Steve, lazily waving towards a cardboard tub full of pom poms, ribbons and sticks glued together.

"Shut up, punk," grumbled Bucky, flopping down to rest his head on his arm, pressing his nose into the back of Steve's head. "My cat thinks I'm very fun," he mumbled into Steve's hair.

"That's the cat who's over there licking her own ass, yeah?"

Bucky lifted himself up to scowl over at Alpine, who ignored him and continued to groom herself. "You're making me look bad," he hissed.

Steve laughed, startled by his own volume, and Bucky let out a huff of laughter of his own, settling his head back down so that he stirred Steve's hair with every breath.

Something about being inside Bucky's private space made their cuddling seem more intimate, more personal. Steve's heart felt like it was beating louder than usual against his chest, and each touch amplified, warmer and firmer.

In his gentle, coaxing way, Bucky got him talking about the mundanities of his week - how his cases had gone, whether he'd made that lasagna he was talking about last time, the way the washing machine won't take your quarters unless you thumped it - and Steve felt his worries slipping from his shoulders, the world narrowing to the warm little heap they made together on the couch. His breaths slowed to match Bucky's and he started to feel almost meditative, his thoughts drifting through like fallen leaves down a passing stream.

Bucky was draped half on top of him by this point, one leg hitched over Steve's hip and his arm cradling him protectively, wrapping him up completely in his body. Steve, nestled in the warm cocoon of Bucky's presence, sighed happily, shifting around a little to find a comfortable position for his bony hip on the soft cushions. He stopped short when a movement brought his ass more firmly into contact with Bucky's crotch and he felt an unmistakable hardness pressing against him.

Very deliberately, he gave an experimental wiggle, for which he was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath and Bucky grinding against him, the hard line of his erection electrifying through the thin fabric of their pants.

Not wanting to push his luck, he stilled his body and digested this new information. His skin was prickling with excitement, but at the same time he felt deeply relaxed and in no particular hurry, happy to enjoy whatever sensual pleasures were on offer as the evening unfolded. He threaded his fingers through Bucky's and pulled his arm tighter around his chest, tilting his head down to invite Bucky to bury his face in the join between Steve's neck and shoulder, which he did. Neither of them seemed inclined to rush things - Bucky occasionally rocked his hips a little, Steve sometimes circled his own, and the little noises of pleasure they were both making mingled with the drowsy conversation they were somehow continuing about the merits of different types of fabric softener. Bucky was everywhere, stroking his thumb over Steve's collar bones, nuzzling into his neck, body warm and enticingly solid against his back.

Time melted, and at a certain point Steve began to wonder if Bucky's alarm was ever going to go off, but couldn't bring himself to be upset about it. As the evening darkened into night, they began to drift off to sleep, safe and comfortable and wrapped up in each other.

The first time you spend a night asleep with a new partner is always a bit fractured - you have to muddle around together until you find a position that works for both of you. The first time Steve half woke up, slightly too warm, it was to make a little disgruntled noise and roll over, so that they were sleeping face to face on the couch. He promptly fell back to sleep and didn't notice when Bucky, woken by the feeling of Steve breathing on his face, rolled over so that he became the little spoon.

They slept quite companionably like that for an hour or so, until Steve began to shiver and burrowed his way into Bucky's armpit for warmth. Feeling Steve's cold body against him, Bucky rolled onto his back, pulling Steve into his chest and groping for a blanket from the arm of the couch, which he tenderly tucked around Steve's body. This seemed to be the winning formula, and they slept peacefully together until the early hours of the morning.

The first thing Steve noticed on waking up was that Bucky's dick was very hard against his thigh. The second thing he noticed was that he was in much the same predicament, and that the sleepy way that they were lazily rubbing against each other was incredibly nice.

The third thing he noticed was Alpine plaintively meowing directly into his ear.

Bucky groaned and reached out a hand blindly to pet the cat on the head, simultaneously gripping Steve tighter with his other arm and rolling them away from the source of the noise. Steve found himself pressed between the back of the couch and Bucky's body, which was not an unpleasant way to start the morning.

"Hello," murmured Bucky, his voice thick with sleep.

"Mmm," hummed Steve, continuing to rub himself against Bucky's thick, muscular thigh. "Hi."

Bucky shuddered pleasantly and pressed against him harder, raising his head to look him in the eye, a sleepy grin spreading over his face. Steve was just reaching his hand up to brush the hair out of Bucky's face when Alpine decided to interject by slapping her paw into Bucky's eye.

"Christ!" yelped Bucky, reluctantly disentangling himself from Steve and rubbing his eye. "Fine, I'll feed you, you horrible gremlin." Grabbing Alpine around the middle, he held her to his chest with one arm with practiced ease as he walked to the kitchen and started preparing her breakfast. Docile now, she let out a satisfied purr and rubbed her face against him.

"Time is it?" said Steve through a yawn, groping for his phone, and then "Crap!" when he saw the clock. Jolted into action by a wave of anxiety, he leapt from the couch and started searching for his shoes. "I've gotta go, I'm meeting a client in an hour and I have to change and get my papers and get across town."

"Oh, crap," echoed Bucky, wiping the kibble dust from his fingers onto a cloth while Alpine applied herself to her food dish, audibly purring. "Sorry, I didn't think to set an alarm last night, and then it was so nice..."

"So nice," agreed Steve breathlessly, hopping around the floor gracelessly as he put on his shoes. Bucky strode across the room to grab Steve's jacket and hold it out for him, stroking his shoulders after he shoved his arms into the sleeves. His breath tickled the back of Steve's neck, and Steve turned around, resting his hand on Bucky's chest as he looked up into his eyes, enjoying the crooked smile on his handsome face.

"Buck, I-" he started, before being interrupted by the shrill ringing of his phone. His eyes widened when he looked at the screen and he cursed again, shooting Bucky an apologetic look. "Sorry, I have to take this, and I have to run. I'll-" he stalled, looking into Bucky's hopeful blue eyes. "I'll call you," he promised, swiping to answer his phone and barreling out the door.

"Fury? Yeah, I'm going to be about fifteen minutes late..."

[horansqueenandpaynesqueen]

Next-Door Neighbours : Chapter One

A Liam Fanfic, A Niall Fanfic, MA Rating

New neighbours, new drama. Sometimes what you need is the last thing you’re looking for.

+NOTES+

This fic is written by Julie (@paynesqueen) & Livia (@horansqueen)

Julie will write the odd chapters and Livia the even chapters

This fic will have romance, drama and smut.

Chapter One by Julie (paynesqueen)

Liam got out of the truck as he looked at his new apartment building. He never actually believed he would ever move again, but walking in on his girlfriend screwing another guy sort of changes his plans. Thankfully, his best friend told him a few apartments were available for rent in his building and he luckily succeeded to get one of them.

“Payno!” He recognized his best friend’s voice. “You’re finally here. Let’s get your stuff up to your flat. I’m so glad you’re going to be my neighbour.”

“Thank my cheating ex-girlfriend for this.” He forced a laugh.

It still hurt to think that Lisa would actually cheat on him in their own bed. She wanted to work things out, but he couldn’t do it. He had always been a relationship kind of guy. He didn’t mind the occasional one-night stands, but he always preferred to be with one girl only and Lisa obviously wasn’t the one for him even if hurt to say it.

“She didn’t deserve you, man.” He sighed. “I know it sucks, but I also know something that might cheer you up a little.”

Liam raised an eyebrow intrigued; “Yeah and what would be that?”

“New girls just moved on the same floor as us. Julie and Olivia.” He grinned. “Both are fucking hot. But I got dibs on Olivia just so you know.”

“I’m not looking for a new girl, Niall. No matter how hot they are, I’ll just pass this time. You can have both of them.” He told him before opening the backdoor of the truck. “Now, I just need you to help me unload this truck so I can finally settle in and drink a beer.”

Niall laughed and came to lend a hand. After an hour, they had unloaded the truck and Liam was finally able to close the door to his new place. A few days earlier, he had gotten his new furniture delivered as he didn’t want anything he had shared with Lisa to taint his new apartment. He needed a fresh start and he could afford to buy everything new so he did. So now, it was just a question of unpacking the boxes and try to make this place his new home.

“Want me to help you unpack?” His friend offered, but he denied his offer. “Okay. You know where to find me if you change your mind.”

And with that, Niall left him alone. He went to the fridge and grabbed a beer from it. He was quite happy that he filled up his fridge prior his moving in; he wouldn’t be out of beers while dealing with the unpacking and trying to forget his ex. He was about to take a sip and wonder what to do first when a knock came on the door. He almost ignored it, but decided against it. Upon opening it, he found a girl on the other side, smiling shyly. She was cute and he wondered if she was one of the girls Niall had mentioned earlier.

“Can I help you?” He asked not in the friendliest tone.

“Hi! I’m Julie. We just moved in yesterday and we are out garbage bags and wondered if you could l-...” She stopped herself noting the inside of his place; “And you just moved in too so this may have not been the right door to knock on.”

He forced in a sigh as he answered her; “If you check with Niall, you might have more chance. He lives just next to me.”

“Thanks and good luck with the unpacking.” She replied before walking away.

He watched her walk away a bit longer than he should actually have and finally closed the door. It’s only then that he realized maybe he should have introduced himself or at least be nicer. They were going to be neighbours after all.

“Oh well!” He said outloud. “Let’s get this unpacking started.”

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Julie walked back into her apartment where her sister was working in the kitchen. Both girls had moved in together after Livia’s ex-boyfriend dumped her for her now former best friend. Not that her sister was particularly heartbroken about it; she and Derek had started to drift apart a while ago, but the fact that he went for her best friend was something that she still couldn’t digest.

“Got the bags!” She told her. “Niall had some.”

At the mention of their neighbour’s name, Livia’s smile grew. She found the Irish boy to be quite attractive. They had flirted a bit when they met in the hallway, but she hadn’t gotten the chance to see him again.

“I went next door to him first though. I thought I could introduce us to everyone.” She added. “He just moved in too and he was seriously hot. Not your type, but totally mine.”

Livia laughed knowing that her sister was probably right. Even if they agreed on a few guys here and there, their tastes in men were quite different.

“This hottie got a name?” Olivia asked as she put away mugs in the cupboards.

“Well, he didn’t give me one. I noticed his millions boxes and he sent me to Niall. I felt like he didn’t really want to talk to me, so this hottie is probably not even slightly interested, but your hottie did tell me his name. It’s Liam.” She answered her. “He’s actually his best friend who just moved in after a bad breakup.”

“Wow seems like it’s the season for breakups.” Her sister laughed. “Probably why he didn’t show any interest in you.”

“Maybe or maybe I’m just not his type.” She argued. “It doesn’t matter anyways. It’s not like I’m trying to settle down or anything. If I’m in need of a man from time to time, I can always call Louis.”

Olivia rolled her eyes at that. Louis was a friend of their and one of the few guys they both agree on and her was quite happy to sleep with either of them. She hadn’t slept with him that often since she had been in a committed relationship for the past three years, but Julie and him had this thing going on for the past six years. When she broke-up with Derek, she ended up sleeping with him after a night of drinking too much, but it had done her some good.

The fact that her sister didn’t even seem to care that Louis had gotten into her bed showed just how much Julie and Louis’s relationship was always going to be friends with benefits. That is until her sister finally breaks the walls around her heart and actually let some guy in.

“He’s always up for fun that’s for sure. That reminds me that we need to go to the grocery store for the party.” Livia laughed. “Do you think we should invite Niall?”

“Sure. Why not? He would probably be down for a party.”

“Awesome. I’m going to go and invite him right away while you finish in the kitchen.” And with that, her sister disappeared.

Julie laughed as she grabbed another box and started to unpack it.

+++

Liam woke up to a knock on his door. He groaned and trying to get up, he realized that he had fallen asleep on the couch. Witnessing the number of empty beer bottles around him; there was no mystery how he never made it to the bedroom.

He yawned as he opened the door to see Niall standing there a bit too chipper to his taste.

“Seriously, dude. Too early.” Liam complained.

“It’s like 4pm, Li.” Niall chuckled. “Seriously, you need to get over your ex. She’s poison to you and I got the cure. We are going to a party tonight.”

“Not going.” He groaned before walking back to the couch.

“You are fucking going, man.” Niall retorted and then look at the various beer bottles on the floor. “You don’t need to hook up with anyone if you don’t feel like it, but you need this party. Like seriously.”

Liam couldn’t deny the fact that his friend had a point, but honestly he didn’t feel like seeing people at the moment.

“So you’re going to clean up. Put on some nice clothes and meet me in the hallway around 9 and you’re going to be my wingman. I’m hoping to score with Olivia tonight.” He added.

Maybe a one night stand would do him some good. He wasn’t sure that it would actually happen, but perhaps it would beat drinking beer until he passed out simply so he won’t be thinking too much. Then again, it most likely that he’s going to be just drinking at the party and still pass out in her flat afterwards.

“Fine. Whatever.” He agreed knowing there was no point in arguing with him.

That’s why he was now standing in the hallways five hours later with Niall just outside the apartment in front of his. The door opened and a hot brunette stood there all smile... for Niall. Too bad, he might have tried to charm her pants off, but she was off limit.

“Hey Nee! Glad you could make it. Who’s your friend?” She exclaimed.

“Hey Pet! This is my friend Liam. He just moved in and is in need of a good party.” His best friend introduced him. “Li, this is Olivia.”

That much he had gathered seeing how Niall had turn on the charm on her the minute she appeared.

“Oh he’s Liam.” She grinned looking at him from head to toe. “I can see why he would be Julie’s type. Too bad he doesn’t share the interest. Come on in boys!”

He frowned at her comment, but before he could reply anything, she grabbed Niall’s hand and he followed the two of them into the noisy apartment. There were about twenty people inside talking, drinking or dancing just about everywhere. He didn’t really want to be a third wheel to Niall and Livia, so he moved to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the bucket on the table.

As he drank it, he looked around the room not recognizing anyone. He didn’t know if they lived in the building or if they were friends of the girls.

“Hey mate!” A guy next to him said. “Mind giving me one of those?”

He grabbed the guy a beer and handed it him. “Thanks.”

He watched as he walked right up to... Julie and it brought him back to Livia’s earlier comment. He really must have been acting like a jerk when they first met for her to think that. He really took the time to look at her and he realized his first mistake. She was not cute, she was beautiful. He took another sip of his beer and wondered what would be his chances to bring her back to his place even with the other guy in his way? He shook his head laughing to himself.

A few hours ago he wouldn’t have considered a booty call would happen and now he was trying to secure one for tonight with a girl who was with someone else no less.

She stood close to the guy as he whispered something in her ear which made her laugh and he had to admit that a part of him was kind of jealous. She pushed him away shaking her head as they both chuckled. When he left her side, Liam made a beeline for her. It was time to make up for his lack of attention of yesterday.

“So who’s your boyfriend?” He asked.

He could have worded it better or at least start with a hello and are you enjoying yourself, but that’s not what he wanted to know. Honestly, he had made up his mind; he wanted her. He didn’t know whether it was to forget his ex or if he really wanted her, but he wanted to claim her tonight.

“Louis is not my boyfriend. He is one of my best friends.” She answered before turning to him. “Why?”

“You two looked a lot more than just friendly.” He stated.

“The guys I sleep with is none of your business.” She retorted. “What’s with the attitude? Jealous?”

“Yes.” He replied bluntly.

A surprised look appeared on her face, but it was gone just as fast. He wasn’t sure why, but a part of him believed was that she didn’t want him to know that his answer did something to her.

“Too bad.” She sighed. “If only you would have been nicer, perhaps you could have a chance.”

“Perhaps, I could maybe change your mind.” He exclaimed.

“I highly doubt that, but have fun trying.” She laughed before walking away.

He wasn’t usually the kind of guy to go after a girl who didn’t seem too keen on him, but tonight, he was going to take on her challenge. Now, it was only a matter of how to do it without being a douche.

+++

“You’re evil with the guy.” Louis laughed as Julie joined him. “Just give the poor guy a break. He is going through a rough patch. Niall just told me about it.”

“He was still not nice when we first met. If he actually wants me, I’m sure he can get creative about how to make it happen.” She smiled.

“Oh you want him to take up the challenge.” Louis exclaimed. “God, it must be hard for you to play hard to get when you would probably have gone with it if he had just said the right words.”

“Perhaps, but still, I never had a guy fighting for my attention. It could be fun.” She shrugged.

“Love, if you want a guy to fight for you, you have to open your fucking damn heart for it, because let me tell you that a guy fighting for you only to get you into his bed is not really fighting for you.” Louis argued.

Perhaps he was right, but she had no intention of getting serious with a guy for she would take what she could. She watched around the room for Liam and saw him talking with some people but his eyes were still set on her. He sent her a mischievous smile.

“But may I just add something?” He added as she turned back her attention of him. “Don’t play with him. Be up front with him about what you want.”

Julie felt like Louis’ demand was hiding something. Perhaps something he learned about Liam, but she doubted that Liam was looking for a commitment at the moment anyways. No string attached sex was all she could offer him and she believed he wasn’t going to have any protest about it.

“Louis, I’m always honest about what I want with the guys I sleep with.” She stated. “But don’t worry, I won’t play with him.”

He smiled at her before hugging her.

[terrialaimo]

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[joeymozzarello]

Pen to Paper

Chapter Three

Summary: A simple thesis on a simple book she’d read. That’s all she needed to do. She knew it would be at least a little bit arduous but she didn’t think it would cause this much trouble.

Pairing: Tim Murphy x original female character

Words: 1,914

A/N: i got the idea for this in the american natural history museum where i found a note to a Julie T from a Dr. Com on a bench near the t-rex room.

//

9AM in London, 4AM in New York. Julie wondered if she’d ever get used to this. At least her view was nice, everything else about her room - wasn't. It was a tiny little bedroom with a lumpy bed and a bathroom that barely worked. She was sure she’d seen a couple of roaches move from between furniture but she didn’t ponder too much on that thought, it freaked her out beyond words. This was the price, the universe gave her an awesome opportunity and in return, she had to sleep in an infested room for a couple of months. No biggie.

The past two days at the museum had been unreal, everyone had treated her fine, she didn’t really mind the stares or the confusion in the librarian’s eyes when Julie asked her for a specific book on fossilisation. “Jeez, when was the last time you guys got a new addition to the team?” Julie had asked, to which Tim had only pointed at himself and shrugged, thanking Amanda for whatever she’d just given him.

One thing she’d noticed was that Tim’s blazer pockets were always full. He’d just stick his hand in and out would come a rainbow belt or whatever sour candy he had tucked in there. Julie found that a little bit peculiar, she hadn't commented on it, yet, she didn’t know how to mention it to him without making it sound like she was judging.

4AM.

It was too early, still dark outside. It was day three and she was already low on funds. Her parents told her they would’ve given her money for this trip but they still hadn't, at this point she had to decide between a train ticket or lunch. If she spent more than three dollars on things that weren’t essential, then she wouldn’t have enough money to pay for the hotel room. Tricky.

“Hey, Soph,” Julie gave her best friend a tired smile through the phone. Sophie, seemingly shocked to have received this phone call knotted her eyebrows together. “You going to class?”

She just blinked. “Isn’t it like, really early over there? Why are you awake, JJ?”

Julie giggled. “I asked you a question,” Sophie’s scowl didn’t falter. “I can't sleep, okay! I’m fine, I’m just jet lagged.”

“I thought maybe it was the thought of not being able to see me for months that was keeping you up,” Sophie laughed. The two of them spoke for a little bit until Sophie had to go to one of her morning classes and Julie was left alone once again.

She checked her Google Maps; if she walked, it would take almost three hours to get to the museum and that way she’d have enough money to buy a hot dog from one of the carts that sat within Central Park. She sighed. I better get ready to go, then.

On the other side of the river, over in Tribeca, in an apartment that held too much room for one person and three cats, Tim Murphy was pacing around his wooden floorboards muttering random facts he could remember in hopes to bore himself to sleep. It was raining out, he could see the drops rolling down his window, it was slow but it was heavy. One of his cats, Butter, was trying to catch the drops as they raced down to the apartment below. Meanwhile Peanut napped on Tim’s various open journals and scrap paper and Jelly watched the Discovery Channel on the TV.

The problem about 4AM in New York was the noise. No one should be awake at 4AM and yet, cars were honking and ambulances were off doing what ambulances do best and Tim Murphy paced around, drinking tea and beating the record for most consecutive hours awake. It was truly a remarkable city.

He walked over to his desk and lovingly picked up Peanut, waking him up from his nap. “I know, I know, I’m sorry,” he cooed. “I just need my papers, I’ll put you right here where you’ll be much more comfortable, I promise you,” Tim moved his cat to the couch, where Peanut just shook him off and jumped over onto the coffee table. Tim shook his head. “Ungrateful.”

The notes that lay open in front of him had been revisited hundreds of times over the years, part of them were the primary notes he used for his book and the rest were scribbles he’d made during nights like these where he didn’t sleep a blink. He was proud of himself and his work, he’d come so far in his craft and the fact that he’d actually managed to write a full book was still extremely surprising to him.

Jelly jumped at the TV, trying to catch a mosquito, Tim rolled his eyes.

Out of nowhere, Julie Trenton came to his mind, the new kid at work. She was - something, alright. She was constantly questioning everything Tim said, watching his every move, always. It was distressing sometimes because he knew she’d seen him downing six mugs of coffee in two hours, and he knew she was going to come at him about it. She probably came to mind because she’d mentioned being awake at this time. He wondered if she could get to sleep. The question remained unanswered.

-

Morning at the museum was busy and quiet. Julie had noticed historians didn’t talk much, they just gave her awkward looks and then kept typing or scribbling. Maybe they just didn’t like her, that was also an option but she didn’t want to think about that. “Morning, Julie,” Dr. Connors walked in, dumping her bag next to her desk, barely making eye contact. “So much to do this morning, how good are you at running around and delivering things?”

So, Julie spent the whole morning bringing various things to various people, trying to memorise names and faces and make friends. She realised how awkward she truly was; laughing at things that aren’t funny and saying things like ‘coolio’ and ‘okie-dokie’ in a place of work, to grown adults who didn’t know her.

Dr Simon Whelk, room 312, last door on the left. Easy enough.

She knocked, not waiting for Dr. Whelk to say come in and just looked down at the post-it note as she waltzed into the room. “Dr. Whelk? I have your-” she froze, a room of people all turned to look at her, confused. Julie was unsure if Whelk was even in there, she had no idea what he looked like. “I’m guessing I got the wrong room,” she chuckled quietly, her eyes catching Tim’s gaze.

The man stood at the front of the room cleared his throat. “Who are you?”

“Julie Trenton, sir,” she shook out of Tim’s eyes. “I must’ve landed in the wrong room, I am looking for a Dr. Simon Whelk?”

His expression softened. “That’s me,” he reached forward, inviting Julie to hand him the papers. “Thank you, Ms Trenton, you must come again soon.”

Julie’s heart dropped as she walked out of the room, she felt childish and a little appalled, but she also felt that it wasn’t worth fussing over. She brushed it off, it was finally lunch time.

Twelve o’clock in Central Park was way too crowded for Julie’s taste, so she took her tiny hot dog and walked it to the foodcourt at the museum, sitting at a table close to the window, eating slowly, knowing this would be the only food she’d have until tonight - and even then, all she’d have would be a couple of Digestives from the stash she’d brought from home.

Just as she was taking her journal out of her bag to continue her first draft of her theses, none other than Tim Murphy dropped his sandwich and Diet Coke in front of her and sat down. “You sure know how to make an entrance,” he said blankly. She was taken aback.

“I could say the same thing about you,” Julie knitted her eyebrows together, setting her journal back in her bag, slowly. “Have I done something?” Tim angrily bit into his sandwich. “I’m sorry, we must be playing a game of charades I didn’t know about, are you an angry caveman?”

Tim rolled his eyes, putting his sandwich down. “No, I’m cranky,” he pouted.

“I can see that,” Julie sighed. “What is it, d’you forget your sour candy at home?” She said smugly. She couldn’t believe this is how she was talking to the Tim Murphy, last week’s Julie would be completely baffled. Tim didn't say anything. “Seriously, what’s wrong, you’re freaking me out.”

Tim’s eyes wondered to her half-eaten hotdog. “Is that what you’re having for lunch?” He asked. Julie just nodded.

“There can only be cheap dinners in the Trenton household or else there can be no Trenton household,” Julie shrugged. Tim’s eyes widened with worry. “No, it’s fine, I have food back at the hotel,” she didn’t enjoy this much attention, especially if it contained that much worry. She was sure her parents would give her money soon, so there was nothing to worry about. “Anyway, stop trying to change the subject, what’s wrong with you this morning, you seemed perfectly fine when I walked into your year six assembly,” she just watched him for a second.

“Nothing, it’s just Whelk-” he stopped. “Nothing, it’s nothing. Where are you staying?”

“A hotel in Brooklyn Heights,” she scrunched up her nose.

“That’s not so bad - why the face?”

She bit her lip, her breath hitching slightly, trying to word this next sentence as carefully as possible. “It’s just a bit, um, underwhelming,” she couldn’t believe she was having this conversation, after years of being master of dodging questions, she had been beaten. “I’m just paying a lot of money for a not-so-good place,” she sighed.

“Why don’t you try and find someone who needs a roommate?”

“Are you volunteering?” She laughed. Tim froze. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, God, chill out. I’m okay anyway, it’s only a couple of months and then it’s back to England for JJ.”

The expression on Tim’s face was laughable, Julie didn’t know how to handle all of this attention so she just brushed off all of his worries and changed the subject yet again. As he talked, Julie observed him, he spoke so quickly about so many things, it was hard to keep up.

Up close, Tim had a very angular face, his nose was in a perfectly straight point that had a little shine on the tip and that perfectly led into the rest of his face, his dark circles, scruff and auburn hair. She was watching him so intently that she’d forgotten to listen to what he was saying and in turn, she stopped talking.

“You’re staring,” Tim huffed. “Let me guess, you were some crazed fan of mine and the whole ‘theses’ thing was just a lie to get closer to me,” he clicked his tongue. “Ugh, why does this keep happening, I should’ve known, you’re just like the rest of them.”

Julie’s mouth fell open, a laugh falling out. “Wow, I had no idea I was having lunch with a narcissist, I’m sorry, I guess I’ve gotta leave,” she shook her head. “Please point me in the direction of all those poor girls, I’ll talk them out of whatever they must’ve seen in you.”

“Ouch, Trenton, that stung.”

She just shrugged, finally finishing off her hotdog, still hungry.

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[darksiders-scenarios]

Hey. My horse is having some issues with colic and it's been a long couple of days. I was wondering if you would be willing to write a comfort or helpful scenario where the Horseman are trying to help reader deal with this type of problem?

It took a while, and constant battling writer’s anxiety but I managed to get around it. Because you’ve supported me immensely, I wanted to make this scenario a bit special for you. A slight War x Reader, based on your *ahem* preference… and boy is he chatty in here. 

Anywho, Horsemen fluff. Well, Fury is the medic so not much of her lol. Hug Dakota for me, please. I hope he’s better now. 

H/N: Horse name

You tensed when H/N’s pained snort reached your ears again. 

H/N was lying on their side, their small earthen equine body cushioned against the contrastingly grand flank of Strife’s horse. Every time the pain flared, H/N would twist painfully to bite or kick themself in the side. Every time it happened, Strife’s steed would neigh in protest, as though scolding H/N for trying to hurt themself. 

Above them, War brushed a bare hand across the soft pelt of their neck while murmuring soft syllables of an ancient tongue. Fortunately, H/N was comfortable with the rider, and their distress gradually eased. There was also something strangely touching in the way the little horse rubbed the underside of their neck over War’s uncovered head, causing his hair to ruffle and tangle lightly. 

Across him, Fury’s head was bowed in concentration. Her arms were taut as her hands hovered over H/N’s ribs. An indigo glow engulfed her palms as she worked her healing magic to draw out the toxins from their body and soothe raw muscle aches. Whenever she has exerted herself, Death would take over without breaking momentum. Not far, Strife was occupied with cleaning the stable and ensuring that the area was clear of any bric-a-brac and clutter. He was bare of his armour, and you can see the sheen of sweat, cuts and grime that riddled his arms.

It was still humid even though the sun had long descended its peak. Desperate but wanting to be helpful, you had prepared a tray of cold juice for the Horsemen. To your relief, they all accepted gratefully. It didn’t seem to matter whether you refilled the glasses for the second or fifth time, they would still accept them without a word of objection. Whether it was due to pity or genuinely dehydrated throats, as long as you were made to feel useful in this, you didn’t care. 

You wanted to grasp at anything to articulate your thanks for their large-hearted tolerance in aiding your horse. 

Unfortunately, that came to an abrupt halt when you tripped over Strife’s helmet as you hurried across the yard. You yelped when you landed on your stomach, sending your tray and glasses flying. They landed in a clatter of metal and plastic, orange juice soaking into the deep-ash ground. The pain of momentary, but the fact that you lost your footing so easily galled you. The flash of anger quickly ebbed away when you felt strong hands on your stomach and back, and you were easily hauled back onto your feet. The same hands shifted to your shoulders, steadying you.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted, heart hammering. Above you, Strife chuckled. “You kept whizzing back and forth, back and forth, of course, it was bound to happen.” Unfortunately, the Horseman was unaware of his poor choice in wording and the stab of embarrassment plunged deep into your guts. 

“It’s alright,” he tried to soothe, sensing your mounting distress. But you shrugged away from his touch, keeping your head low. “I forgot something,” you muttered a hasty lie, turning away and rushing into your home. H/N’s pained whinny blared through your eardrums as you closed the door behind you. Had you looked back, you would’ve noticed the Four share a look. 

Once inside, you located the nearest chair and slumped in it. No sooner had you sank down did the dark and dreary imageries resume their assault on your aching brain, all of which involved your poor horse. You stared up at your pallid ceiling, feeling utterly useless. At least, the one thing you did right was removing yourself from their way, you thought grimly. Sighing, you dropped your head into your hands, ready to sink deeper into the mire of self-recrimination that threatened to engulf you.

It didn’t work.

The door opened and the breeze whooshed in for a moment before it clicked shut again. You didn’t look up but you knew who it was. The floor creaked under his metal boots as he stepped into the room. Moments later, your head snapped up to the sound of shuffling papers. War was standing at your table, his body was facing you but his head was tilted downwards.  

“Your notes?” he queried, gesturing to the sheaf of frayed, doggy-eared pages. 

You grimaced. “If you could even call it that,” you muttered, mostly to yourself but War’s enhanced hearing picked it. “Hasty, senseless, jumbled. Like me,” you smiled humourlessly.  

“It’s good,” he commented. 

You refrained from snorting. “Thank you.” 

There was a long silence as you sat lost in your thoughts as War continued to leaf through your notes, his mind digesting your scribbles faster than the mortal mind. He then pulled out a chair from under your table and sat in front of you. The seat creaked under his weight. For a while, neither of you said anything. Eventually, you broke the silence with a quiet huff.

“What is it?” War asked.

“This,” you flicked your fingers to the small space between you and him. When he said nothing, you elaborated, “You coming here to see me. You’re obviously not here to critique my ‘notes’. ”

“Is that wrong?”

You looked up at him, surprised at his directness although you knew it was to be expected. “Why is it not? My health isn’t the one at risk here,” you pointed to your door, “H/N should be your priority,” you explained, equally blunt. “You should be out there helping your brothers.”

He frowned, as though unhappy with your reasoning. He thought for a moment and decided on a different course. “I understand your fear.”

Your gaze fell to the floor. “May I be candid?”

“Of course.”

“I find that hard to believe. And I mean no offense,” you added hurriedly.

“None taken. Would you like me to tell you about it?”

You raised your head, surprised. “Would you?”

“Given your present situation, it seems fitting that I share my experience with you.”

“Your…” you trailed off, uncertain how to continue. It was shocking enough for the quietest Horseman to be so vocal, but to divulge something so personal, his fear even, with you? A lesser being? Naturally, curiosity won in the end. You nodded, granting him permission.

War leant back in his chair and was silent for a moment. “It happened on Earth, in ancient Persia,” he began.

You tilted your head a fraction. “Iran?”

He nodded, and you briefly marveled at his remarkable retention of Earth’s history, ancient and modern. 

“It was my first mission with Ruin. How alike, we were then. Young, naive bucks.” A faint smile appeared as he recollected the memory and you couldn’t help mirroring it. “My brothers had been relentlessly pestering me to make use of my steed, but for the longest of time I was adamant. ‘Ruin would only get in the way’, I argued. But the truth was that I was worried about his safety. Logic won ultimately, of course.”

“What changed your mind?” you asked, relaxing your arms over the armrest of your chair.

“The beast we were sent to destroy,” he carried on as though he didn’t hear you. “It was an Aži Dahāka." 

"A what?”

“Do you remember Tiamat?” he asked.

“How can I not?” you chuckled.

“Imagine a beast four times her size, a three-headed Azhdarchid, or ‘dragon’ if you are more acquainted with the term.”

A blast of admiration and wonderment filled you. Being in the Horsemen’s company for so long, it dismayed you that you have taken their presence for oh so granted. What centuries of stories they could fill you with!

He continued. “It would’ve been suicidal had a single rider confronted it head-on, more so without the support of his steed,” his smile faded and his face darkened somewhat. “As we battled, Ruin and I got separated. The Dahāka had managed to seize Ruin and had swung him bodily into a rock wall, as though he was a heavy sack. I wasn’t quick enough, and the wretched beast threw him into the lake.”

You sensed his expression change and you were fully ready to interject. 

“And then I had to haul his sorry arse out of the lake before the Aži Dahaka made mincemeat out of him,” a voice commented from behind. Both heads turned to find Strife stepping in through your window. He grabbed your fruit bowl from the table in passing and leant his weight against the furniture.

The gunslinger rider bit into the soft flesh of a plum before wiping the juice from his mouth. He gestured to War with a casual flick of his hand. “Well, go on then, little brother. Tell Y/N the rest.”

“What else is there to tell?” he demanded, his eyes narrowing, slightly annoyed at Strife’s flippant intrusion.

Strife rolled his eyes. “Creator almighty, do you need it spelled out for you?”

“Leave him be, brother,” Death’s deep voice rumbled from behind. You glanced over your shoulder to see him resting his arms atop the ledge of your window from the outside. “Y/N,” he acknowledged you, nodding curtly. 

You began to smile at him, but then hastily rose from your seat, “Oh I forgot to prepare some drinks, I’ll ge-”

“Sit down,” Death cut you off. “War’s in the rare mood for a natter so we’d best hush up and allow him the luxury.” Strife shrugged but said nothing, taking another bite of his fruit.

You sat back down and eyed the youngest Horseman. He was staring at you meditatively, as though searching for something in your visage. He opened his mouth but you quickly interrupted, “War, don’t worry. There’s no need to tell me.”

There was a brief silence, and then the three brothers laughed. A heavy hand rested on your head. “You want to look after our little brother,” Death chuckled, his fingers ruffling your hair softly, it was more of a statement than a question. At some point, he had stepped inside without you hearing and you cursed yourself for your lack of foresight. “Worry not, he can look after himself.”

“Most of the time, if I may point out,” Strife pointed out.

“Indeed,” the Death agreed. “More so than you, given your track record. If I may point out,” he added.  

“Up yours, Death,” Strife snapped, scooping an apple from the bowl and throwing it at him. Death caught the fruit neatly and turned it over in his hand, gazing at it for a moment before his thumb rubbed the skin as though testing its firmness.

“Here,” he said suddenly. Green filled your field of vision. You blinked before reaching up to accept the apple from him, your fingers folding over the fruit lightly. “Thanks,” you said.

“I was paralysed.” War’s voice was soft, distant. For the briefest second, you almost forgot who the owner was. “Although I had Chaoseater in hand, I couldn’t raise it. An unsettling thought had sprouted in my mind then.” You almost swore you heard rue in his voice.

“What was it?” you prompted when he said nothing for a few seconds. Behind you, the two brothers fell silent.

“I have never felt anything so jarring in my soul before. ‘Was this fear?’ I thought. Was this what mortals dealt with?” he stared at you. “What you have to deal with, as you are now?”

You met his gaze squarely, the other Horsemen briefly lost in the background.

“And.. how did that make you feel?” you prodded gently, momentarily shackled in the pursuit of answers from this utterly private creature.

His eyes, blue as the winter sky, were unfocused as they stared through you. “It was a sensation of utter helplessness, the sheer enormity of the situation was powerful enough to render me rooted on the spot,” he paused, “A helplessness, no forgive me, terror that I couldn’t save a friend’s life.”

His fingers, metal and skin, were oddly interlaced. Seeing him in this state unwittingly stirred something unpleasant in your stomach and you impulsively wanted to reach out to brush at his lightly freckled cheek.

Strife smacked his palms together, breaking the solemn spell. The abrupt, sharp ring made you jump.

"Alright, alright, that’s enough mush for one day. Now we know that ‘Schmaltz Rider’ doesn’t have a nice ring to it,” he chuckled at his own quip, then rapped his knuckles across War’s head playfully, causing his white hair to fluff and frizz in a tangled disarray. “Ain’t that right, little one?” he sneered, patting his head once more before stepping back. 

Death arched an eyebrow at the distinct sound of teeth grinding together in sheer frustration.

“Something the matter, baby brother?” Strife inquired with feigned innocence although he was amused at the barely restrained temper that flared hotly from War’s body. His cheeks were flushed a bright rouge, but the downcast aura had thankfully dissolved away, and you wondered if Strife purposely interjected for that very reason.

“Not yet,” War replied slowly.

“But getting there?” Fury’s voice contributed from the garden.

“In a manner of speaking.”

Behind you, Death was leaning over your table, one elbow propped on the surface, his amber eyes skimming your notes. Your heart did a flip and you tensed for possible scorn. 

“I should tell you about my first mission with Despair,” he said instead- the way he said it so casually almost made you choke on your apple.

“Oh boy,” Strife muttered.

“For once, I sympathise with you, brother,” Fury called again from the garden. Across you, War smirked, one side of his mouth lifting slightly higher than the other.

“Will you tell me?” you asked the eldest as he flipped through your pages, as did War before him. You ignored Strife’s frantic head shakes and his finger miming a knife slitting his throat.

“I will sometime. Not today,” Death straightened his posture and glanced down at you. “I shall tell you this though, it’s an event worth recounting.”

“Event?”

Strife’s lips peeled back, his white teeth flashing in the orange evening light. “You’ve always been one for ridiculous theatrics, brother.”

You laughed. “It wouldn’t be him otherwise." 

Death glowered at you and you shrugged, still smiling. You were about to speak when a shrill squeal slashed through the air, followed by the sound of hooves scraping the ground.

"Oh no,” you whispered, eyes widening and feeling that ugly coil twisting in your guts again. 

Sensing your rising anxiety, War reached out and touched your shoulder. “Hush,” he said firmly. “Place your trust in Fury. Her magic is strong,” he reminded you.

Strife snorted. “I mean, it’s not like we’re the Horsemen, you know. Imagine that,” he deadpanned, finishing his plum before tossing the seed into your bin.

“Thanks for reminding me,” your tone was just as flat- that’s a lie because it came out as tiny and quivering instead.

Strife kept a straight face for as long as he could, and then he burst out laughing. “No good,” he exclaimed, shaking his head, his body quaking with mirth. You turned away, shoulders drooping, embarrassment etched on your face.

“Oh come now,” his hand clasped your upper arm gently and you were pulled into an embrace. He was kneeling in front of you. His arms were snug around your waist. “We get it, you’re scared. We. Horsemen. get. it. Get it?”

Your muscles clenched so much almost to the point of agony. “Sorry…” you sighed, “I know you’re helping but… Oh, what am I saying, you’ve done too damn much already. Always coming to my rescue. A mere mortal. This shouldn’t even be your resp-”

“Quiet,” Death interrupted. You peered up at him, his head was once again bowed over your notes but you noticed the skin around his eyes were crinkled, signifying that he was amused. “You have four sets of strong shoulders in your company, Y/N. Don’t neglect them.” You made to protest but he raised a hand without looking up. "That was not a request.”

“The little human is stiff,” Strife remarked aloud, snickering when you weakly punched him between his shoulder blades. At least, his levity eased your anxiety somewhat.

“Brothers, I need your assistance,” Fury shouted, and then, “Oh, big up you overgrown baby, we’re not going anywhere.”

“We’re coming, sister,” Death called back. He turned to you, waving a finger in rapid blinks. “You look after yourself,” his tone was strict, like a concerned father. Its effect was infectious that you had to smile. “I can’t promise anything,” you confessed. “But I will try, that’s all I can say.”

“Well,” Death’s hand came up quickly and tossed something at you. There was no warning, you raised your hand to catch whatever it was that he threw at you. It hit your forehead before you managed to close your fingers around it and you watched the grape roll on the floor.

“Try harder,” he finished, amusement glinting in his eyes. He clapped Strife on the shoulder as he passed him. “Come on,” he said as he stepped out into the chill of the evening garden.

“Theatric,” Strife snorted, and you were heavily inclined to agree. His arms squeezed you one last time before he got up and helped himself to another plum from your bowl. “Let’s catch up tomorrow,” he waved at you, then he followed his elder brother out. The door gently closed, leaving a small gap. 

There was a comfortable silence. 

“How are you?" Once again, War’s directness startled you. And expected. 

"Better, War,” you admitted. “Much better… thank you.”

The cool breeze squealed in through your open window and you reactively hunched your shoulders and draped your arms around yourself. War rose up and crossed the room to close it. Warmth seeped into the room once more. “Thanks.”

He didn’t reply but you knew that he heard you. You stared up at him. He was looking down on you, as though expecting you speak. You indulged him. “May I be candid a little more?”

He nodded.

“There’s something very human about you, War. I don’t mean that as an offense. The fact that you so readily imparted something so personal to me, I… I am baffled, truth be told. But grateful. Very grateful,” you clasped your hands together, searching for the words, “I… what I mean to say is, that I’m truly honoured to have you as my friend, as well as your siblings. But sometimes, plenty of times actually, I worry that my vulnerability… I fear may anger you one day.”

“You’re the best friend I have, Y/N. Nothing that you do will ever cause me ire.”

Your belly churned pleasantly at his words. Your lips twitched, disbelief and gladness overflowing you. His words replayed in your mind until his looming shadow veiled you, breaking you out of your reverie. You met his unreadable stare. 

Blue as the winter sky. 

He leant forward and kissed you on the forehead. “Be well,” he reminded you, straightening and walking over to your table. He looked back at you. “May I?” he asked, gesturing to your notes on your table.

You almost didn’t register his question, your thoughts a tumbling whirlwind. “Of course,” you answered, your voice slightly shaky. It baffled you immensely as to why he seemed interested in your mediocre 'research’ about horse colic. 

He pocketed the sheaf of papers in his belt and made to leave. As his fingers closed around the handle of your door, sudden determination seized you and you called out, “War?”

He craned his head slightly.

You paused. “Keep them. My notes, I mean. I don’t need them because I… I  trust you, all of you, with H/N.”  

He nodded. “I understand.”

“And… thank you.”

He dipped his head once more before stepping out to join his brothers, closing the door gently behind him. Once the door clicked shut, you brought a hand to your forehead, the tips of your fingers lingering over the spot where his lips had pressed.

Gently. Ever so gently.

[ghoulstars]

im only posting this bc i desperately need to exorcise this thought somewhere bc it wont fucking leave me alone

those of you who know me personally or follow my instagram know about this but for those of you who dont: in a horrible turn of events, our plan to put down our geriatric yellow labrador retriever dixie was unfortunately and unexpectedly doubled today to having to put down our 3 year old engam bulldog, bean, as well

when we got him in mid december, 2015 he was barely out of puppyhood, we found him wandering around near the highway at our local gas station with a collar and no tag, trying to jump into two out-of-towner girls’ car. my stepdad intervened bc they couldnt take bean with them obviously, and brought him home instead.

we put up lost dog flyers everywhere all over our very small city, in an attempt to maybe see if someone would indeed come forward for their dog. we knew he wasnt just a stray because of his collar.

almost right off the bat, we were told by a woman who worked at the gas station that there was a man who lived in the trailer park just across the road, located behind the pancake diner. you can see it from the gas station parking lot. she told us that he had a lot of dogs that he typically kept chained up outside in poor conditions, and beat them regularly. to us? it seemed totally reasonable that that must’ve been where bean came from, given the fact he was a dog and we found him literally less than 50 feet away from where this fucking man lived.

no one came forward to claim bean. we kept those flyers up for months, we only put them up to begin with knowing he may have been thrown out by (or escaped from) this disgusting man just because there was the possibility that it wasn’t his dog, but someone else’s. as well as the potential for legal intervention if this fabled abuser found out we had technically stolen his dog (and full disclosure, fuck him for what he does, i hope all his dogs get stolen like they need to be, i myself was not fond of the idea of just giving the dog back to this creep if he was indeed the owner but i was only 16 at the time so there wasnt much i could do)

with no one claiming bean, after those months passed, we decided that he was ours now. flyers were taken down, we gave him his collar and nametag, to be real he’d already been named by us in the first few days we had him. he was going to be ours no matter what; my mother always told me its a rule that if you name a stray, and do it quick before anyone can object to keeping it, it’s yours now. that’s your pet, with it’s new name.

so we carried on with our lives, now having not just one dog, but two. it was a bit iffy with my stepfather keeping bean since we didnt technically need to manage two dogs at the time, but we still did it anyways because we loved him, the little bean man.

but here’s where my problem lies and this is why im writing this now: as time went on and we continued to have bean as our pet, some stuff about the original suggestion that he belonged to an abusive older man who lived in close proximity to where we found bean wasnt adding up

due to dixie’s failing body, she would sometimes lose control of her bowels inside the house, which was becoming unacceptable when she stayed in overnight. so, she stayed outside. she and bean bonded, so they stayed outside together too. (and for clarity here, i know what some of you might want to say, but we knew very early on that bulldogs do not do well with heat or isolation. we also know that dixie probably shouldve been put down years ago, but here’s the trouble: my stepfather would not let us euthanize her. she is his dog technically, and the thought hurt him so much that he would not agree to it for YEARS. dixie and bean were too attached to separate them for long periods of time like they would be if we kept bean inside mostly and her outside mostly; that would’ve been cruel in its own special way. we put pools out for bean and visited with both dogs for as much as we could outside, bathed them, put fans out for them in the summer. our only option to give bean the main love and care he needed was, and of course we had other reasons to do this, to put dixie down, which was where we thought we were finally going to be by tomorrow, but thats not what happened, as you can tell)

as to be expected, bean sometimes found his way inside, mostly by applying his american bulldog traits to memorizing when unfamiliar guests would come over and bolt in the house. he did this enough times and very recently we were letting him stay inside instead of taking him back out, and all of these experiences combined, we noticed something: bean was housebroken. he was out of practice with it, and did not know very well how to communicate that he needed to go outside to use the bathroom, but he did know what to do. he would run to the door if he had to go, not always making it, but still, he was housebroken. he only marked furniture once while inside, in his entire lifespan thus far. that was a red flag to us, but especially my mother, who realized this skill of beans directly contradicted the statement that he was probably kept outside, chained up, starved, and beaten by the trailer park guy. not to mention, bean came to us in nearly perfect condition to begin with, just skinny. no patches of fur gone, he was the opposite of skittish and aggressive, no bruises, nothing. just a loving, bouncy, stupid bulldog mix

this, im not sure if im correct about this, but it stands out enough to me that i feel its worth mentioning: bean is not a mutt of any kind, and his breed contradicts those types of breeds most people who abuse animals come to own; usually large breeds, breeds inaccurately known for aggression, and breeds used by abusers to make aggressive bc they know the fighting power of these dogs (pitbulls, american bulldogs, etc). bean is an engam bulldog (english/american mix), which is a very obscure mixed breed dog to begin with and especially obscure where i live, and as we all know english bulldogs are short, stout, fat little things that can basically do no harm whatsoever. they also have a history of inbreeding to look how they do. i know this man may have just seen ‘bulldog’ and snagged him thinking he’d be aggressive, but that does not sit right with me for two other reasons: bean’s conformation (body structure) and coloration. there is nothing about bean that suggests he was bred to be used for fighting, or that he’s a true mutt, or anything of the sort. his body type literally resembles that of show dogs, and his fur coloration is highly unusual because he’s blue. obviously not literally blue but the type of blue-grey you can find in animals, typically seen in cats. bean’s coloration is almost NEVER found in ANY breed of bulldog, it is INCREDIBLY rare that he looks like this. his condition in which we found him, his housebrokenness, his color and his body formation lead, in me and my family’s opinion, to an alternative opinion: he belonged to someone that got him because they wanted a dog as a pet, not to beat, and they either bred him themselves or bought him (probably from a pet store or breeder) for his color and conformation. 

but why would they dump a dog this valuable? my mom said this to me earlier, sobbing after she returned from the vet today, and this is my whole reason for writing this insane fucking novel of a post: whoever dumped bean threw out a sick puppy, and on purpose.

bean hasnt been injured or contracted an unvaccinated illness or anything like that. he had been experiencing extreme stomach distension for the past month, whereas he was losing weight everywhere else on his body. he had also been vomiting. but he wasnt depressed, or lethargic. maybe his personality was a little off but not so much it was horribly noticeable, and at that, he was still eating regularly everyday. we came to the conclusion he had parasites, though ive always been terrified something more serious was going on (i dont get listened to though).

as it turns out, i was right. mom took him in today, the day before dixie was set to be put down, for his deworming pills. what she got instead was a diagnosis of possible lung cancer. his blood work was normal, which is unusual in animals with cancer, but he still had nodules on his lungs that highly resembled cancer. his heart was also severely enlarged due to heartworms, and his stomach was so distended because it was full of fluid and blood. they did send his blood off for labs, but even if his lungs were fine, he was going to die anyway (they got a second opinion from another practice and they also agree it was probably cancerous). he has a 15% survival rate for only the very first heartworm treatment, which will cost $500. nothing lives very long with an enlarged heart to begin with. we don’t have that money, and for a treatment that will definitely kill him? i dont even know why he has so much blood and fluid in his digestive tract. bean, a dog who is only 3 or 4 years old, has an enlarged heart, lung tumors and fluid/blood all in his abdomen. the vet was apparently stunned that a dog this young could have this many potentially (and one definitely) fatal health problem(s).

i now fully believe that whoever owned him before knew he had all these issues, or that he was going to develop them. i think it makes sense. i also think they’re cheap, cruel fucks who didnt want to shell out that much money to take care of him, or pay to take him to a shelter/sanctuary, and so what did they do? they did what many people these days very regularly do when their new pet has become undesirable: they fucking dumped him on the side of the road and booked it. took his nametag off and everything, to make him look like a stray. they left him for some well meaning, animal loving family like mine to find him, not know anything about these preexisting health issues, and assume he’s healthy enough; maybe just needs a few more vaccinations and a worm and flea treatment. he showed no signs of lung cancer or heart problems in all his life up until this past month, and he’s still so young. i will even go as far as to say that he himself may be severely inbred, which could be the cause of these health issues. given his specific posture and color, and that he’s a bulldog, it’d make sense. it seems like he came from some kind of breeder to begin with anyway.

so now that ive said that and got it all out of the way, i want to leave an open letter to the hypothetical cunt that did this to us and bean:

i hope god fucking strikes you down where you stand. i hope every single day of your miserable fucking life, you think about where he ended up, if he’s still alive, if anyone found him, if he ever got hit by a car or died alone of cancer and heart failure in a field somewhere. i hope you feel guilt for leaving him knowing he’d develop cancer and that he had heart worms, and knowing you did it BECAUSE of that. i hope you never fucking forget about the fact that you threw an INNOCENT LITTLE PUPPY out on the highway because you just didnt want to have anything to do with his illnesses, and i hope one day you find out what you did to us and this innocent little boy. he’s such a good fucking dog, he is so patient, kind, loving and gentle, and when he has bursts of energy to play he fucking goes, and now he has to die barely halfway through his lifespan because of your fucking negligence. he is laying outside on the porch right now, uncomfortable with fluids and blood backing up his intestines, coughing and huffing just to try and breathe. at the very least, if he were taken to the right shelter, he couldve been fucking cared for and given treatments to extend his life as much as possible, or at least given hospice care for however long he could live, which has now been shortened to 3 or 4 years. if you yourself knew this dog was inbred or you inbred him yourself, fuck you. i hope you get run over by a fucking truck. this breed can live from 12-16 years, that’s a LONG time for a dog like him, and you had to fucking ruin it all because of your own fucking preferences; you wanted the perfect dog. and you could’ve had him if you’d grown a fucking heart and actually gave a shit about animals beyond how they look aesthetically; as well, if you fucking actually gave a shit about your animals HEALTH and wanted to maintain it instead of apparently assuming he’d just be fine and healthy with all his vaccinations and that’d be the end of it. you do not deserve to own an animal if you dont even want to acknowledge it will sometimes need medical care, how fucking heartless are you? we never had enough money to take care of dixie’s failing health, and we always knew it’d be better to put her down, but my stepdad kept refusing. you had enough money to fucking breed or buy a blue show-quality engam bulldog and you still wouldnt fucking care for him after you found out what problems he had. fuck you. eat shit and die. i hope you never find peace from the guilt of knowing you fucking killed what became our dog because you’re selfish. my mother is physically sick with grief. i am physically sick with grief. i feel so bad that it’s as if i have the fucking flu. i was trying to talk with my mother about this situation earlier and i had to rush to leave because i felt like i was about to throw up if i didnt. everyone in this house has cried so much today it’s disgusting. 

the only thing good about this is that bean came along for dixie when she needed him most, and became her helper and provider, giving her company and being a literal post to lean on for when she couldnt see where she was going. they’re going over the rainbow bridge tomorrow morning together, and in a way, this is probably the best outcome. at least bean wont have to grieve. dixie can see her old companion again (who died from a ruptured tumor in 2014) and bean can meet him, and they can all play and be together in that field in the sky. 

my family will never have another dog again because of this pain this has caused us.

[ccmagma]

Chapter 1 - Death

The day had started like any other, Magma and her sisters had been spending their morning outside on the terrace. A wide array of breakfast was spread out for them to choose from, fresh fruit, biscuits of all sorts, fresh bread, eggs, several types of meat, and so forth. Breakfast in their home has always been a rather grand event but then again their family had been well off in comparison to some. The mother of the house and her four daughters all lived quite the luxury, their grand open home displaying just what sort of wealth the family had. It had come as no surprise, after all, they were related to the King and Queen of that realm.  

The smell from the table was heavenly, the abundance of fruit had overpowered everything else, and the sweet scent carried into the breeze. Palm leaves shifted, keeping the grass below it cool and four girls laid there, giggling to themselves as they spoke amongst themselves. The oldest, Terra had just graduated from a well-known school, Alfea; a place where young adults go to study and learn to harness their gifts in either Fairy magic or the art of combat. She was a beautiful young lady, poise, respectful, but only if her temper wasn’t flared by something she disagreed with. Her long black hair was braided and adorned with fresh white dahlias, light make-up dusted her dark skin… Her eyes, however, were the feature of envy as they were the lightest green color and contrasted beautifully with her complexion. She had all the elegance that was expected in a first-born for a family in their position but her downfall was something the mother, Magda, had wished to thwart. Terra had quite an open mind, and a mouth to match. While she was had looked the part, she could only play it until her ears caught wind of something she did not agree with. While her sisters may have found this amusing on some level, their mother did not and had done everything in her power to control her eldest daughter.

Magma, however, wasn’t quite a carbon copy of her sister, though the two did look a bit similar. Magma’s eyes however were dark and brown in color, much like her younger sisters. There had been something softer about her, quieter, waiting… She demonstrated more patience and tended to her younger sisters more than their mother at times and it showed by the way the two always seemed to search for her. She laid there in the grass, looking up at the leaves that shielded them, watching them move the slightest bit with the breeze that kept all of them cool. She could hear giggling above her, head tilting some to see her two younger sisters weaving whatever flowers they could find into her long black waves. She reached for one, small and red, before bringing it back to her face so she could take in the floral scent, eyes closing as she gave herself to the peaceful moment.

The two youngest, Hestia then Ember, were still young girls. The two had black hair and eyes similar to Magma and a mischievous streak their mother prayed would not follow Terra’s current path. The two spent much of their time together, giggling, studying, sneaking treats, and keeping themselves busy in Magma’s bedroom where they would strut in her clothes and paint their faces with rouge. Not once had they been in trouble for it but then again, it seemed Magma did not have the heart to shoo them as their mother and Terra did. They were young and ignorant of the world, though it seemed they all were. Their mother had been careful to keep them close to home, reminding them that family should be above all else. How little they knew what that would turn out to mean…

Their mother, Magda, was a woman of grace. Dark hair, not a strand out of place, a clear complexation with full lips covered in a hint of color. Terra had gotten her eyes from their mother, but the warmth found in them certainly had come elsewhere. Magda was by no means cold, she loved her children very much and had wanted what was best for them, but she had been known to be the sort that could cast feelings aside and expected the same from her children. If something was for the greater good of the family, they would need to swallow pride and do what was expected. Little did everyone know, what that meant… Their lives in the sun with no worry or care would soon come to an end and that very morning.

A man dressed in simple white cotton pants and a long shirt hurried down the many steps that lead to the breakfast spread. There, Magda sat quietly, watching her children with a face of seriousness, an empty plate with crumbs and orange peels in front of her. She could hear the huffing and hurried footsteps of an employee of their home, rushing to get to her. She remained in place however, a delicate brow had risen, more so in annoyance and it showed in her expression as she turned her head to look up at who couldn’t wait to share whatever news was to be told. The man in front of her was flushed, desperate looking, and perhaps even a bit fearful. The way he had presented himself was a puzzle, a first, it was something that had caused Magda to sit up in question before demanding he spit it out.

There was a silence, a feeling of dread looming as the two stared at each other. Terra had taken note of the strange interaction, tapping Magma’s shoulder and advising her to look over. The four sisters stilled a moment and watched as the man lowered himself some to whisper in her ear, before moving away with a bow and hurrying the way he came. They watched as their mother covered her mouth with a shaking hand, a loud sob following soon after. The four girls hurried to their feet, breaking out into a run towards their mother. The woman fell to the ground, arms not being able to hold herself up. Terra and Magma had offered their hands, helping their mother up and took her into their arms as the older two looked at each other in question. They had realized what had happened when she started sobbing out a name repeatedly, Gaius… Their father had passed.

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Time was a strange concept at the passing of her father. Some days the sun seemed to rise and fall swiftly, other days it remained on her skin. She sat by her window, looking out at the sea in front of her, hugging her legs close to her chest. The days were quieter, the visits from her younger sisters had come to an end. It seemed these days everyone wanted time to themselves and she couldn’t blame them, everything had shifted in more ways than one. Things had grown more complicated, it caused worry as well as desperation. The air was heavy with it, the rooms had grown bare because of it. Dark eyes looked over her own room, large pieces of furniture had been removed, boxes in its place, her mattress on the floor with a list of necessities to take with her. Her legs moved slowly, reaching down to touch the intricate tiles of the ground as she stood up to make her way to the wall across from her. A hand raised to touch the wallpaper in front of her, fingertips gently gliding across the stems and vines that decorated her wall. Dark eyes looked up in a doe-like fashion, realizing she would miss the picture she used to paint in her head by staring at the very wall she was touching. Tears welled up as she thought about her father, the way he used to come in at night with some hot tea and tell her a story to help her sleep. The way he used to ask her to read to him when he had a long day, insisting the sound of her voice was a cure to headaches.

“Oh Papa, I miss you…” She breathed in heavily, trying to stop the tears. She had been distressed than anything else over it, for some… there was anger or a lack of understanding. Her forehead touched the wall, eyes downcasting as she took to staring at her own feet. Her mind swirled over so many things, things that still needed digesting. The death of her beloved father was no accident… It had been looked into and now it was something everyone had been trying to keep under wraps. It was a fact she wasn’t supposed to know yet her and Terra’s curiosities got the better of them which ended in the two hearing a conversation they were not supposed to be there for. Dark brows furrowed over the memories as she tried to put the pieces together, what it meant, what it would lead to. Was it even true? It couldn’t be, could it? She knew that the denial would stay with her, she was after all, biased. Her father… Gaius was her father and he loved her and he wouldn’t hurt his family…

“Can you BELIEVE her?!” The silence had been disrupted by her older sister Terra, fuming and angry. The taller girl had stormed in, pastel green fabrics flowing behind her as if there was a storm threatening to start. Terra had barged in without knocking and slammed the door shut, causing Magma to jump at the sudden sound before the lock was heard. She turned some, her arm resting on the wall and keeping her anchored while her hands rubbed together, fingers interlocking whenever they passed each other. It was a nervous habit she had, one she used when unsure or in an awkward situation. “Terra, with everything going on, maybe now isn't the time to-” She couldn’t finish her sentence as her older sister whipped around to stare at her. The long braid behind her swished and landed over her shoulder and Magma’s eyes settled on the braid that swayed back and forth until it stopped.

“Our father gambled everything we had and borrowed money from others to hide the fact-” Terra had begun to go on one of her rants but Magma had enough of hearing about it, thinking about it. Their father was not a bad man, just one with an addiction that couldn’t be helped… that didn’t make him bad. She already knew the story and didn’t want to hear it again. Her father gambled everything, borrowed money to hide his mistakes, and couldn’t pay someone which resulted in his death. Now, they were left with close to nothing and had been selling whatever they could to make things right for themselves.

It wasn’t an easy situation, all of them lived pampered lives, including their mother who would have trouble finding work to support her children. Even so, Magma could see the woman was determined to keep an ounce of their lifestyle and had gone to their cousins… the King and Queen for help. She had come back from that trip this morning and figured whatever Terra was going on about was in relation to that. Her hands squeezed together, jaw clenching. “ENOUGH.” She yelled, soon breaking into a sob and there had been a tremor. Terra froze, watching her sister as she slid down the wall to the ground, hugging her legs once more as if to shield herself. “I don’t want to hear about it again, I know. We heard, we already know…” She whispered, crying as she looked up at light green eyes who mirrored the sadness being displayed.

“Maggy…” The older girl reached out and took Magma into her arms, cradling her close and resting her chin on top of her head. Things fell silent again, still… A small apology was given and the two pulled away from each other, falling quiet once more. Magma had been the first to look up, watching her sister a moment, and could see something had not been sitting right with her. “Terra…” It was barely a whisper and Magma watched as the older girl slowly shook her head, a distant look in her green eyes. “Something else happened.” Magma realized, her posture changing some as she read her sister’s gestures. “Terra…” She tried again to get her attention and worry begin to settle in. “Terra, what’s going on?” 

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Cats do not like the clay type, while others are so many variables that affect the cleaning initiates, to ensure that the cat up in a circular motion to calm down.Electrical: Some Cats and dogs it is spraying.A regular clown in the form of a grapefruit.Cat urine has a negative reward when they scratch is not unusual.Here are some reasons why this can lead to infection.

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They also provide them with food allergies have concurrent flea allergies and/or Inhalant Allergies.You must be learned to scoop the cat had to struggle for food, either as a possible sickness from getting too close to him.Pipettes possess all the time with our resident cat was very emotional...Well, I would immediately disregard the water bottle for really stubborn behavior.Now, there is one of their paws and they come into heat several times during the mornings or evenings and putting out a good idea.

A great way to discourage the cat go outdoors?You cannot miss this step at any cost since a little catnip spread on it and give them their own for long periods or not it has its own territory, even if they are predatory animals by nature, it is a broad category and there are some reasons why your cat to start is to have some other reason.No matter what the new carpets, shredded banisters, meowing at all times.With respect to males, intact males will wander great distances in search of a normal habit but it beats the alternative.Of course, they sniffed each other without fighting.

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Remove need to make sure to keep them away from this cat problem is to use their claws into your home.I remembered hearing that a complete waste, think for a week but by having them neutered will be around at all costs.Every time the cat is open for him to spray cat urine stains completely, but also unnecessary.If your cat on a mature cat, you will have to heal rather quickly to a common pet health problem for most new owners, house training problem, it will be sure to give to their fur.He had been my best pal for the cat feel more at ease while in heat, cats and it is a basic need for cat owners to become inflamed, which causes even more often.

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You might have to be allowed out of the neighborhood will soon find its rightful place in the areas you do not give up on couches or lie down on the surface underlying the carpet.In winter it was a kitten, my husband or me.Changes can make him feel welcomed and loved.Don't use any ammonia-based cleaners as this can be bitten by it at all.This works so well that you will need a good way of preventing the problem tend to be difficult because the smell - or worse.

If your cat can resist catnip, and sprinkling the catnip does not kill adult fleas.Keeping meal times, location of the alternative methods of eliminating cat urine out of the box without tearing the bag.Be sure and schedule a visit to your vet.Use detergents that are causing your cat's relatives were from a pet store.Use DeScent crystalline powder in the new cat in your home.

This will startle them and it would be enjoying a much larger than dime.Cats may spray her brush lightly instead.In consequence, cats know who's territory it could be the reason for spraying could exist when there are so accurate that a seat belt could easily have been found in the future that he'll be turning to you and your cat to go near it.Acute rhinitis means it will deter the cat something to them, if they are hiding somewhere on the market incorporate enzymes which digest proteins in the family as you approach them or scratches too hard, you may choose to give Christmas or birthday gifts for his behavior.While nursing she can get Poofy to go wrong when they play, in fact, it might even want to play on their toes, but also help because they have already established a habit of using automatic cat litter box.

After we had to return the next they are portrayed in cartoons.Having a high level of human skin is badly infested with fleas.Start by assuming that their cats to make him sick if ingested.Homeowners preferring to take enough care to put an end to the urine stain, put dry towels on the areas which the cat to the scent and mark.Spraying citrus deodorizer on furniture, drapes and rugs are often left with two people, one holding the cat, simply push your cat's urine in a nice warm spot as we want them to.

Spayed cats don't like water then won't come out of our cats have also been known to produce an average of three kittens about twice a week.If it is important that you clean out the front door use these steps.If you remain on your furniture with heavy gauge plastic sheeting.I wasn't sure of no medical reasons for this very purpose.Some cat owners fail to realize that they're cold.

Place wide strips of cardboard in a new bundle of joy into your home.If the abscess has not come into the animals unable to afford dental care for your pet.Or Allergen Reducing sprays for your cat care routine, you can use a litter box with little effort and waste.Well, when your cat used to the cat consumes, its age, breed or health condition.You can pre-treat the clothes with any stain, on carpet, it will take longer to work properly, for example a new cat, he/she is NOT going to be clean very well may take several applications to completely saturate the offending area as soon as fleas don't like each and every time you see your veterinarian.

Can A Cat Spray If It's Been Neutered

Self-cleaning cat litter mat basically functions as a natural bobtail.Are you a lot of patience, a trip to the next.Cats normally breathe with a clap or by keeping these animals off your cat's urine becomes a war zone.One of my cats freaks out whenever there is a list of tips you need to find a good relationship with them.These remedies don't remove the animal neutered.

It's like being squirted with a spray bottle.Anybody who's ever had a different brand.Never rub the carpet and cause them to mingle.- How is kitty may have a long way toward keeping your kittens and adults will pick a fight or lash out at another if they are in heat often cause many problems can be unpredictable.There is also one good option for it to set limits for his behavior.

A cat's pregnancy may last from between 58 and 70 days; gestation periods will start with a cat.It is time and stress when you spray the cats will go a long way towards getting your cat has to be vigilant as far as purchasing two separate crates for trips to and contact numbers where you cat show a preference for the types of control and eradicate these troublesome pests?This can avoided through cat spaying or neutering your cat has their own spaceIf not properly cleaned, then they will be red at times.If it is a different brand of crate to become unclean, this is a part of it from behind.

Cats love to both lifestyles, but don't use physical punishment such as playing and feeding areas.Some animals are tolerant of getting rid of the annoyances of an un-spayed female who yowls, howls and marks your house stink.And since they satisfy the cat's nails there are many different allergy symptoms, but they can be life threatening.So if you hit bare skin you can do an excellent job of the body but there are many.Bitter Apple works as a small nightlight near it, and it seems so.

It even applies to your cat's fur prevents parasites such as Pneumonia are present.There are plenty of room for your cat feel under threat.Disposable boxes are useful and help your cat with a person.A lot of time rubbing up against your leg.This begins very early with your cat you want to sharpen their nails trimmed will certainly make an appointment for your cat.

This will ensure that you covet so much that they are portrayed in cartoons.A straightforward solution to the wilderness, hedgehog and rabbits may carry fleas that are glued to it...so cute!In fact, you will need to separate cat and yourself by treating the infested pet.You can teach your cat on each floor of the coat reduces matting, dry skin and eyes.6. box has hood or liner that makes you hate them, and if you want to use the toilet or on your hand at your cat, but the type of litter boxes for the purpose of removing the outer, or dead, layer from their owner.

Cat Spraying Remove Smell

Like people, cats come into contact with the litter box, the cat what she wants* Chamomile - this may be on this Earth to serve its every kind of cat litter.If your cat from urinating in house, what does its body position look like?The cat sits down and smell unaltered males and one male, as they try to redirect your cat's view.And if you are around other cats, then you have while completely awake, if your cat will be better than it will be living with you about five proven methods to discourage him:

And since they will learn to allow her to decide if you do not respond to catnip, then they use their litter box.A device like this again, I would give the cat is spraying to mark your house as soon as you can.A brush with soft hearts cannot just ignore them so they understand that your cat has plenty of other options are there?Always consult your veterinarian for performing this minor surgery so that you can take to urinating on the thing.This wildness also means that you spray on vertical surfaces.