#even if i lost weight or found the right hair cut theres just something off about me

[billcarden]

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[laboflove]

Oikawa & Iwa X FR

•Aged up•

Word Count- 2363

❗Warnings❗{Smut, angst, praising, infatuation, ridiculing, cheating, body shaming}

A/N: Thicc Y/N who's dating Oikawa and although he says he loves her it doesnt seem that way.

He smiles as he sees your eyebrows pushed together, you were always so cute when you were angry, he just wanted to keep making fun of you to see that face. "Tooru" you suddenly say making his smile fade, "Yeah?" He says confused and your phone buzzes, "Nevermind, I have to go, Iwa is here" you say then kiss his cheek before leaving.

A frown forms on his face as he sees you walk off, you were always hanging out with Iwaizumi. It made him mad because you were HIS girlfriend not Iwaizumi's. He huffs then leaves as well, whatever, hed just make you remember how great it is to date him.

You walk in to find him on your bed and he smiles, "Hey" you both say, you climb onto the bed forgetting about today at work and he pulls you onto his chest. "Did you gain weight? Damn" he says with a chuckle making the thoughts come back, "I think, I'll lose it dont worry" you whisper as you move off and onto the side.

He pulls you close, his hands trailing your body making you anxious, you werent skinny like other girls, you had curves and Oikawa would always tease you about it, middle school to now and you always tried to lose weight but youd gain it back. An endless cycle and honestly the last thing you wanted right now was for him to be touching you like this.

Yet you dont stop him, instead closing your eyes and trying to fall asleep but his hands get more touchy, soon enough spreading your legs. "Not tonight Tooru" and his frown appears again, that's the second time this week you've called him that. "Okay" he says then turns around and you both fall asleep, one angry and confused and the other filled with dark thoughts.

"I just dont understand, shes been calling me Tooru this entire week, why?" He says as he passes the ball to Iwa, "Its your name" He says making him huff. He knew it was his name but you've never called him that before, so why now?!

"I dont like it, she never calls me that so why now? Did I do something wrong?" He says and Iwa stops, "You always make fun of her, im surprised she hasn't dumped you yet" and Oikawa's mouth goes dry. His biggest worry, something he never wants to happen, for you two to break up, you meant everything to him, youd always lift him up, give him pointers and take care of him. You couldn't leave him, you're all he had.

"S-she knows I'm just kidding, I don't mean any of it" he says then the ball flies towards him, "Iwa-!", "It always sounds like you mean it, you tell her shes fat, that shes not pretty enough, that she isnt smart, terrible shit but you never say that you're just kidding. Even then you shouldnt say shit like that to someone who already deals with criticism as it is, you especially shouldn't say it to her because shes your goddam girlfriend" he leaves and Oikawa clenches his fists.

"Hey!" And he looks back, "Do you like her?!" He yells out earning a nod making his blood boil, "I've liked her since middle school, even more in high school and the most right now, but she made the stupidest decision on dating you" and he walks off again.

"Youd never leave me right?" He asks as he rests his head on your chest, you dont answer making him look up with dim eyes, "You would?" He asks and you sigh, "If something were to happen yes but just breaking up with you for no reason would not happen" and he nods. "Um, what would be the reason?" He whispers remembering the conversation with Iwa, "If one of us cheats, I'd never do it but well..." you stop and he looks up at you.

"I-im sorry, I'll never hurt you like that ever again, so please dont leave me" you nod then place a kiss on his head.

He looks back at the tv but hes barely focusing on it, only remembering that night. He was drunk, saying terrible stuff and when he woke up he found you in front of him, sitting down, looking super tired and your eyes were so dry and red. He didnt know why till he looked around and found unfamiliar clothes, women's clothes.

You didnt talk to him about it, none of you brought it up and soon you were both back to normal but he knew that all trust created was gone.

His thoughts are broken by the familiar buzz pattern and you pull the phone to your ear, "Hey" you say with a smile, why cant you smile like that when you talk to him? Why doesnt your voice get all cute and soft with him? Why is it only with Iwa?

"Oh I'm with Oikawa" you say as your hand runs through his hair, he smiles and even more as you rest it on his cheek. "I-iwa" your hand twitches slightly and he can feel your aura change, "Dont call me until your done with that crap, God, you're worse than Oikawa" you put your phone down and he looks up at you.

"What's wrong?" He asks but you shake your head, "Its nothing, just Iwa being a bit of an asshole" he nods and you look at the tv.

"He doesnt love you, he says all that shit which he shouldnt be saying, what if he cheats on you again huh? "

You let out a sigh then close your eyes, uh oh, you're pissed.

"Hey" you hear, turning around you see them and shoot a smile, "Hey guys" you say as you slowly come to a stop. "Whatre you doing here?" One asks, "Oh uh well you know working out" you say and they nod. "Any specific reason? You look perfect already" you laugh making them confused, "Yeah right, if I was Oikawa wouldnt judge me 24/7" you say and they tilt their heads.

"Anyways, I'm gonna get back to this" you say with a small smile and they head to the other side, "Whatre you thinking?" Akaashi asks as Bokuto glares in your direction. "I'm thinking that I want to kill Oikawa", "As much as I'd love to help you do that, its illegal" he says and he huffs. "Only if i get caught".

"Whatre you doing?" He asks as his arms wrap around your waist, you step off and you smile, "Yes" you say and he rubs your stomach, it's not as squishy as before. "I finally lost 15 pounds" you whisper with a large smile and although he should be congratulating you it doesnt make sense. "Whyd you lose weight?" He asks and you look back, "For you, you wanted me to lose it remember?" You say and he looks at you in the mirror.

"I'll love you no matter what", "Haha, yeah right Mr. I want a trophy wife who's beautiful and perfect" you say then move away, his heart clenches hearing you say the words he regrets telling you. He didn't want anyone but you.

"Y-you know I love you right?" He says and you look at him, you dont say anything making his heart break. "I do Tooru, it's just hard to believe" and he looks down, "Okay".

"Y/N" he says for the thousandth time this night, "Are you even listening to me?! It's like you dont care about me! You're always off with Iwaizumi doing God knows what! Why cant you just love me! Only me!" The tears keep falling but you dont look back and you dont let a sob escape. For three days it's been like this, him finding anything to ridicule about and making sure you knew how terrible of a girlfriend you were.

You stand then look at the tree your parents gave you, well it was meant for both of you, something to resemble your love for each other, always growing and alive till death.

A sigh escapes your lips and you walks up to it, "Just as I suspec-", "If I cut this down does that mean were done too?" You ask surprising him. "What does that mean?" He asks and you turn to look at him, "I want to break up" and he looks down. You're crying, you're actually crying, hes never seen you cry, you always refused to look at him whenever you did so hes never got to see it and he wishes he never did.

"Why?", "Why? Why?! Why else Tooru?! Every second I spend with you hurts me! The love in our relationship cant even compare to the amount of pain there is! You give me so much shit and i try to be better, i try to become someone perfect for you but theres always something! I dont love Iwa like I love you! I never have! I only love you but it's like you dont think i do! Even though you're the one that cheated! You're the one that broke the trust! I should've broke up with you before!" You cover your mouth realizing what you just said and you look away.

You were right but why did you say all that stuff to him, he looks at you but quickly looks away. "I'm leaving" you say then rush past him, "W-where are you going?" He asks as he follows you upstairs, you couldn't leave, not like this. He has to say sorry, he has to fix it, he cant lose you!

"I dont know but I cant stay here" you pack stuff up as you avoid his hands, "No" he suddenly says as you reach for the front door. "Bye" you leave in a rush and he looks around, "NO! GET BACK HERE!" and he falls to ground. It actually happened, you left him, you left him and it's his fault, who's going to love him now? Who's going to help him when he gets sick and who's he going to tease?

He leans in as he holds you close, "I love you" he whispers but you stop him, "Its been two months yet you still push me away", "I didnt have sex with Tooru till we were five months in" you say but he doesnt stop, "Oh c'mon, you know you want to so ju-", "Can you stop? I'm really not in the mood for anything like this" you say as you push his hands away from your stomach and thighs.

"Oh I get it" he says as he pins your hands above your head, "You think I'm like Oikawa, that I'll point out your flaws, that I'll think you're ugly, that I dont actually want you" he says into your ear and you look away, he was right and you both knew that. "Well guess what, we all have flaws, I dont think you're ugly and damn do I want you" he kisses you hard but your squirm in his embrace.

"N-no Iwa stop" you let out with a soft moan as he rubs his knee against your clothed heat, "Why? We both want this, you just cant admit it" his tongue trails up your neck as you resist him only making him want you more. "So soft and you always smell so good" he murmurs as you grind against his knee although your mind is saying you dont want this.

"So pretty, especially these moans" desperate whines leave your mouth as he slowly undresses you, "Heh, I think we should take this to the bed" he says as he looks down at your naked body.

Your arms cover yourself as much as they can as he lifts you bridal style, "M-maybe we should wait, i-i should lose a few m-", "Shut the hell up or else I will tie you up" you nod fast and he places you on the bed. "Fuck me" you turn red seeing his eyes take you in, he reaches for his shirt and you move up to help him but he pushes you down making you bounce a bit.

"Stay right there" he undresses as you watch, once hes done he spreads your legs making your body heat up and filling you with so many emotions. "So perfect" he says as he pushes in slowly, you hiss slightly at the feeling you havent felt in such a long time. "Ah- no, Haji-!" He thrusts harder and faster making the frame hit the wall, over and over.

"So warm, so tight and it feels so good" moans leave his mouth making you bite your lip, this felt so different, way too different. "Dont think about him" he says as he thrusts hard sending your eyes wide open, "I-I dont know how he fucked you, or if hes a goddamn sub but dont! Fucking! Think about him!" He growls out with a thrust each time, feeling angry that even now you're still thinking about him. "Sorrysorrysorry!"

Pants leave his mouth as cries leave yours, "God I love you, I love you so much" he mutters as he looks at your pink cheeks and tears falling down your face, he lowers next to your ear as one hand holds your thigh as the other holds your head close to him. "I love the way you just clamp around me" his hips slow down, grinding against you, "I feel like coming every time I thrust into you, that's how good you feel" you tighten around him as the praises keep coming.

Why did this feel so good? Just his words were getting you there and it was so embarrassing that he made you feel this way. "I just cant believe that the woman I've loved since I was 13 is finally mine, that were here together and you're in my arms" he stops to kiss you and you sniffle slightly, "You can come now" a soft cry fills the room as you come and he thrusts a bit more leading to groans and a warm feeling in your core.

"You're mine, only mine".

[peachiikawa]

Caged Bird | Prince!Oikawa Tooru x Reader

a/n: if you know anything about fairytales then you might realize that the reader has the flute of the pied piper, though modified for the story. been watching a lot of once upon a time and got the idea from the neverland arc. hope you enjoy!

word count: 1.9k

genre: fantasy, romance

trigger warnings: reader gets hurt a bit but nothing graphic

summary: oikawa has always lived a lonesome life in the cage that is his castle. one day he sneaks out and a beautiful melody leads him to you, a traveling musician. oikawa is about to find out that his luck is going to change for the better.

oikawa gazed out over the town from his balcony

he let out a long sigh as he grew bored from his studies

“why the long face trashykawa?”

his bestfriend and knight walked up next to him and leaned against the railing

“oh you know, just bored of being in this castle. theres a whole town of people out there and im stuck in here. gets tiring after a while”

iwaizumi listened to his friend and nodded along to what he was saying

“then sneak out for a day”

oikawas eyes widened

“youd help me sneak out?”

“only if you come back by sundown”

so oikawa grabbed his cloak and thanks to iwas help got out of the castle

despite being born and raised in this town oikawa had no idea where he was

and after about ten minutes he was completely and utterly lost

until he heard the faint sound of a flute

he followed the sound until he ended up in the mostly cleared out town square where he saw you playing a small wooden flute for those who were present, though you had no audience

everyone walked past you as if you were invisible like you werent playing such a beautiful song

he approached you slowly and listened until you finished your performance

“that was really good”

you looked up at him and smiled

“always a pleasure to play for those who need it”

the bright smile on your face felt warm and inviting

like he was meant to be here

“would you like to take a seat next to me?”

you gestured to the spot next to you and he gladly took it

“so...whats your story”

hes hesitant to answer your question

“ill tell you mine if you tell me yours”

you set your flute down in your bag next to you

“well first of all my names y/n and my life is nothing too interesting. im a traveling performer and play my flute as a way to pass time and help those who need it. always come across the most interesting people this way”

traveling. thats something oikawa could only dream of

“so cmon now tell me about you”

he peaked at you through his hood

“ok but dont make a big commotion..im oikawa tooru”

you laughed a bit

“thats funny you share the same name as the prince”

you stopped laughing when you saw the serious look in his eyes

“oh..oh! im so sorry for being so rude!”

you started to scramble around when he grabbed your wrists to stop your movements

“shh yes im the prince but stop flailing people are starting to look”

once you had calmed down he went on

“ive been confined to my castle my whole life and stuck to certain rules i have to follow. it seems like even if i catch a break something else comes along. i have to stay this perfect image because im the prince and it just gets so lonely. its as if im a bird trapped in a cage and theres no way out”

ah so there it is

the reason he could hear your flute

you picked a flower that was growing next to you and placed it in his hair as you spoke

“im sorry your lifes been like that but oikawa, if i may be so bold, even a caged bird will become wise enough to break free. the dream of flying is too great to resist”

Once you had properly placed the flower you smiled at him before standing up from your spot and grabbing your bag

you then held your hand out to him

but he couldnt gather his thoughts

you were so bright it was almost blinding

“now cmon! lets go have some fun!”

he looked at the hand held out to him

and with a leap of faith, he took it

he was going to get out of this cage, this perpetual cycle

and finally add some meaning to his life

day after day you two spent your time together

oikawas days that were once filled with hollow words and empty actions were now filled with happiness

filled with you

and everyday slowly but surely he was falling for you

passing glances turned into prolonged gazes

his heart could no longer stay still around you

you became the key to his happiness

but for now...he had to be content with just being next to you

it would be too selfish otherwise

to ask you to stay with him here in the kingdom...he could never trap you like that

“so what are we doing today y/n?”

you were strolling through the town on a quiet sunday afternoon like you had the last few sundays

“how about we go to the bakery? theyre usually busy but since its sunday i bet its not as packed and then i want to take you somewhere”

he was curious as to what you had in store but decided against asking questions

so you two got some baked goods and headed out towards the woods

“cmon we’re almost there”

you pushed some branches and shrubs out of the way

and one eventually hit him in the face

“watch it y/n! i keep getting wacked by you”

you just chuckled a bit which oikawa had found adorable in itself

it made his heart slow just hearing it

“just come on!”

eventually you two made it to a clearing over a beautiful lake

he didnt know that there was something like this so close by

he was absolutely amazed by it

“take a seat oikawa! we can rest and eat here!”

this moment was just too perfect to him

with you here he felt as if nothing bad could happen

that if he only could see your smile everything would be alright

being content with just being at your side...was no longer and option

he knew that if he wanted this he needed to take his chance

“y/n”

your eyes were full of life and he couldnt help but feel so happy next to you

and before he knew it he was closing the gap between the two of you with a hand gently cradling your cheek

but right before you two could kiss you were ripped away from him

“dont you dare touch the prince commoner!”

oikawa frantically looked around as many of his guards came out of the brush

“get your hands off of them!”

you were pressed to the ground and the sight almost broke his heart

“sorry your highness but we’re under strict orders to bring you back and throw whoever was seducing you to leave the castle into the dungeon”

the guard that had been on you lifted you up like you were a sack and bound you by rope

you gave oikawa a final smile before you were taken away even though you were so banged up that it made him want to puke

he was speechless

this is what he was talking about

being so controlled and monitored made him feel so small and helpless

and he absolutely abhorred it

“your highness your mother is waiting for you in the throne room”

oikawa was beyond upset

this isnt how he wants to live

“mother how could you throw the only good thing in my life away!”

his mother sneered at his words

“only good thing? what need to you have for that filthy peasant! and how dare you cast me aside as if i hadnt given you everything you own, everything you are is because of me! i will not allow for any of this nonsense! now go wash up. and dont you dare ever leave the castle again and i forbid you from seeing that nasty peasant again. wasting your time with such a person...”

he gritted his teeth and was about turn to leave

his emotions were running too high

he wasnt himself and he knew it

but even so...he wont allow it to end like this

he was going to end it on his terms

“no”

“what did you say?”

he stood his ground

“i said no mother. im going to live the way i want and with who i want. ill gladly give up my title because frankly, i never wanted it in the first place. and dont you ever call y/n filthy or nasty again. their so incredibly kind and full of joy and laughter. i can only hope to be like that one day. so ive decided that im leaving. with y/n.”

as soon as the doors shut behind him he let out the breath he didnt even know he was holding

but it also felt as if there was a giant weight off of him now

“im coming y/n dont you worry”

it had been a couple hours since you were brought to your cell

you didnt have any major injuries, just a few cuts and scratches from when you were body slammed to the ground

“do you mind if i play?”

you pulled out your flute and the guard nodded

“thank you!”

you started playing and filled the cell you were in with a relaxing tune

“why do you play if it doesnt make noise?”

you stopped and looked at the spiky haired man who stood outside your cell

“it takes a certain person to appreciate its music”

he just looked at you as if you were crazy

but you continued anyways

until you heard frantic running coming from down the hall

“iwa you gotta let them out”

oikawa was panting trying to catch his breath

“dude no offense but your mom would kill me and you if i just let them out”

oikawa grabbed the key from iwaizumis waist before he even realized what had happened

“dont worry about it iwa. and dont worry about me. today i start my new life. it was good knowing you buddy”

they gripped hands the way they always had. A solemn but knowing look was shared between them

“if i had known me letting you leave the castle one time would lead to this...i would have done it a lot sooner. good luck out there bud”

oikawa quickly turned to you and helped you off of the ground

“you ready to run?”

he cupped your cheek and ran his thumb over one of the small cuts

hed be sure to treat that later

you nodded and leaned into his hand

“are you sure this is what you want?”

you were happy to leave with him

its more than you could ever ask for

“y/n youre the only person thats made me feel free. and by doing this i will be.”

you two finally got to share the kiss you had been deprived of and not only was it full of love but also full of hope for your future

“then lets go”

and you two sprinted off to your next adventure together

the flute you possessed was one he could no longer hear the sound of after that day

for it was enchanted, only to be be heard by those who were lost and lonely

with you he was neither anymore

and he couldnt be any happier than living out the rest of his days with you as a free man, a bird outside of its cage

[waitimcomingtoo]

To the Bone

TRIGGER WARNING/DISCLAIMER: negative body image. Reader does NOT have an eating disorder but do not read if you’re easily triggered by things of that nature. I’ll have a fluffy story out soon for those who can’t read this one. And remember, you are beautiful exactly as you are. Love you!

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Masterlist

With you being a singer and an actress, you rarely got to see your movie star boyfriend for more than a few weeks at a time. When Tom was off shooting for Cherry, you got a call asking you to model for Saint Laurent. You’d been selected to be an égérie, or muse for the highly esteemed fashion brand. You smiled to yourself as you remembered the times you’d flip through your mothers fashion magazines as a child, always talking a special interest in the glamorous handbags and shoes you saw in the Saint Laurent magazines. To be on the cover of their magazine, decked in their masterpieces inspired by yourself, was a dream come true. You twisted around your room, feeling that familiar childlike wonder seeping in. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the full length mirror you and Tom had in your bedroom and stopped. You took a step closer and gazed at your reflection, placing delicate fingertips on the cool glass of the mirror. Another familiar feeling sunk in.

The feeling of not being good enough. 

Saint Laurent was a huge brand. Millions of people would be looking at you on the cover. The thought of all those people and all the opinions they harbored made you feel uneasy. Would they like what they saw? Were you pretty enough to be a cover girl?

You traced your fingertips over your reflection until they landed on your tummy. You moved your hand from the mirror to your tummy and kept it there, turning to the side to get a better look.

“I could stand to be a little thinner.” You nodded your head and continued to stare at your body. You decided losing a little weight for the cover would be a good for everyone.

Tom was going to be away for three weeks, and your cover was a week after he returned. You found a diet online that claimed models followed and printed it out. You stuck it to your fridge and started following it that night.

The first week, you cut your meals down in size and cut out snacks completely.

The second week, you skipped meals here and there and told yourself you didn’t need them. You didn’t need the fatigue and constant hunger you felt either, but you told yourself it was worth it every time you stood up and felt dizzy.

The third week, what you did allow yourself to eat was rabbit food. Berries for breakfast, no lunch, salad for dinner. Your appearance had changed a little more than you expected, so you covered yourself in baggy clothes to hide the transformation. As you were examining your body in the mirror again, you heard the front door unlock.

“Tommy!” You ran to him from the bedroom and threw your arms around his neck. Tom embraced you immediately, and you felt his body tense up. His hands found your waist and slowly moved up to your ribs as your heart pounded in your chest.

“Woah.” He pulled away quickly and looked you up and down with a concerned look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” You kept your voice steady. He noticed. Of course he noticed.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” Tom looked up at you with accusation in his eyes.

“What do you mean, baby?” You played it off.

“Have you been eating?” Tom asked firmly, hands still on your waist.

“I…yeah.” You stuttered at his blunt question.

“How much?” He questioned. “And what?”

“What’s with all the questions? What are you, my doctor?” You laughed nervously and tried to leave his embrace but he wouldn’t let you.

“No, I’m your incredibly concerned boyfriend.” Tom said, reminding you it wasn’t time to joke.

“There’s nothing to be concerned about. You should be excited, actually. Saint Laurent has made me their muse. They designed a collection inspired by me and want me to model it on their cover. Isn’t that amazing?” You said proudly and Toms eyes softened. He swallowed thickly and looked you in the eyes with an emotion you’d never seen from him before.

“Is that why you did this?” He asked in a whisper.

“Did what?” You asked, still dodging his accusation.

“Whatever crazy diet you put yourself on.” He said finally.

“I’m not on any diet.” You said defensively. “I just lost a little weight.”

“Love, I have hugged you a million times; held you, cuddled you, woken up and fallen asleep with your body next to mine. What I just had in my arms, what I felt when I hugged you, that wasn’t you.” Tom shook his head sadly. “That’s not the body I hold in my sleep or the one I come home to at night. You’re skin and bones, darling. I don’t even recognize you. What happened?”

“Nothing.” You smiled, trying to appease him, but Toms face remained stoic.

“Take off your jumper. It’s huge on you, anyway.” Tom commanded.

“What? No, I’m cold.” You lied. It was the middle of summer and you had on sweatpants and an oversized sweater on.

“It’s boiling in here.” Tom pointed out. “Take it off.”

“Tom, no.” You said sternly.

“Why not? Because you don’t want me to see what I already know? You think baggy clothes and denial won’t make me see what you’ve done to yourself?” Tom shouted, eyes softened when he saw your face fall.

“Princess.” Tom said softly and tilted your chin for you to look at him. His gentleness almost brought you to tears. “I can’t say I understand why you’d do this, or why anyone would, but I can say I know how you feel. I’ve had issues with my body too. I never knew how insecure a person could feel until I went to the gym with the Avengers cast. I mean, have you seen Chris Hemsworth without his shirt on?” Tom asked and a small laugh escaped your lips. “There, now I got my pretty girl laughing again. What’s it gonna take to get you eating again? We can start small but I’m not sleeping until I see you put something substantial in your body. I need to know you’re going to be okay the next time I leave, or I’m never leaving again.”

“Then how are you gonna do your job?” You asked.

“Loving you is my job. That’s more important than any part in any movie.” Tom assured you.

“I just wanted to look good for the cover.” You admitted weakly. “I just wanted to be beautiful.”

“You were already beautiful, and you would be at any size. Numbers on a scale and the size of your waist do not equate to beauty.” Tom said assertively. “Come with me.” He took your hand and brought you to the bedroom, taking his place in front of the full length mirror. He stood behind you and pressed himself into your back.

“Tom, I’ve looked at myself in this mirror enough in the past few weeks. I don’t need to again.” You told him.

“But you’ve only seen yourself from your point of view. I want to show you what I see.” Tom told you as he moved your hair to the side to place a kiss on your neck.

“The first thing I noticed about you was your hair. You had it loose and it framed your face like the work of art that you are. I thought it was beautiful but it was covering your face and I wanted to see that to.” Tom recalled the day you’d met. “I pretended to cough so you’d look at me, and you did. That’s when I saw your eyes for the first time. Our eyes met and I got this funny feeling in my tummy like when you come home after a long time and your dog greets you at the door. That’s how you make me feel, like coming home.”

“I only looked at you because I hate the sound of coughing.” You laughed and Tom laughed too.

“But you still looked at me. And then you smiled. I forgot how to breath for like three days after that.” Tom laughed in your ear. “I nearly fell over from how weak my knees felt. Your smile could make the coldest, most evil old man bite his tongue. And when I heard your laugh, God I wanted to marry you right there. And I could’ve. And I just might.” Tom kissed your cheek this time and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Then there’s this body. This body that keeps me warm, the body that’s gonna carry my kids one day.” Tom put his hands on your tummy and looked at you in the reflection of the mirror. “I’ve loved every inch of you since the day we met. My eyes never have and never will see something more beautiful than you. I know I can tell you everyday that you’re gorgeous and take my breath away, but I also know that if you don’t think the same then my words mean nothing.”

“It’s hard to love myself sometimes when theres so many people watching me.” You whispered. Tom turned your around in his arms so you were facing him.

“I know, love. But I’m here to make it a little less hard.” Tom assured you. “I’m gonna make you a deal; I’m gonna make your favorite dinner and you’re gonna eat it.”

“I think I can manage, as long as we eat in the candlelight.” You smiled.

“You got it.” Tom kissed your forehead. “And I want you to sign my magazine once it comes out. I gotta have the autograph of the prettiest girl in the world.”

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[brelione]

Feild Trip with a Rich Bitch (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Part Two

Mentions of drugs,Rafe being a bitch,swearing and blow torches :)

Also,Goddess Part Three will be up by Friday afternoon.If you would like to be tagged please let me know :)

He had always hated Pogues.Then he met you.

You worked at a car repair shop in The Cut.He had come in on his bike,well,he had walked the broken piece of shit to the shop.You were the only one working that day.He couldnt help but think you looked adorable with your long sleeve yellow shirt under dark blue overalls,a backwards red hat and at least six silver chains draped across your neck.You had been extremely focused,sitting indian style as you smoothed a weird bump on a car with a nail file. “So are you gonna stare at me or are you gonna tell me what youre doing here,pretty boy?”You asked,not taking your attention off the task at hand.He blinked,surprised by your carefree yet assertive tone. “Uhh...somethings wrong with my bike.”He mumbled,attempting to smooth out his hair.You let out a small laugh as you dragged a paint brush along the smooth metal,fixing the messy spot. “No shit.What’d you do to it?”You asked,spreading more paint across the metal.His face turned red as he glanced around the shop.

There were paintings across the walls,multiple tool boxes and a wall of paint swatches.There were six other cars parked,some of them with large dents,holes or scratches. “I drove it into a tree.”He mumbled.You nodded. “Magnificent job,pretty boy.How are you gonna have a bike as expensive as that one then drive it into a tree?”You asked.He just shrugged,hands in his pockets.You put your paintbrush down into a cup of water,pulling out a blowtorch from seemingly nowhere.The flame hovered above the paint,drying and hardening it.Once you were satisfied with the paint job you stood up,brushing off your pants.You still had the blowtorch in your hand,the potential weapon swinging next to your thigh as you walked towards Rafe. “You gotta put the kickstand down,pretty boy.”You reminded him,gesturing to the bike.He nodded. “Right.”He nodded,putting the kickstand down and turning the handlebars so it would lean on the metal rod.One of the tires seemed blown out,a straight hole through the seat and multiple scratches across the metal.He watched as you looked over it.

You pulled at one of your chains. “So are you going to tell me what actually happened?”You asked,crossing your arms over your chest.That caused him to look down at your chest and the bleach stains across the front of your overalls.You snapped your fingers to get his attention back to your eyes.He cleared his throat,looking back up at you. “So how much for the repairs?”He asked.You smirked. “Well...i’d say $150 but you’re an asshole so thats an additional $15 and you’re also ruining my day so that would be another $15.”You twirled one of your chains,looking into his blue eyes.He bit his tongue,glancing between you and his bike. “And whats the fee for you not to tell anyone youre keeping my bike here?”He asked.You ran the tip of your tongue along your teeth with a devil like smile.God,this boy had never been in this kind of situation before.You werent even gonna tell anyone in the first place.You could probably charge him hundreds of dollars for all the things he’s done and he wouldnt be able to do anything about it.You were the best repair woman on the island and anyone else would go straight to his dad.It was 11 in the morning.You had pulled an all nighter for the third time that week and you hadnt eaten yet.Plus,if you sent Rafe to the store he could buy the expensive shit.

 “Theres a store three blocks away.Youre gonna go there and buy everything on the list and youre not gonna question it.”You told him.His eyebrows furrowed as he watched you take a notepad out of your pocket along with a pen,jotting things down.You tore the paper off,folding it and handing it to him.He took it,frowning and confused. “Hurry up.”You told him.He nodded,no words or sounds escaping his lips as he left the garage and made his way down the street.He knew what store you were talking about,the one with the sleeping cat outside.It was awfully quiet as he walked.Most of the time all the exciting things happened at night,not 11 in the morning.Either that or all the pogues were hiding from him,his gelled hair and his ugly ass khakis.He unfolded the piece of paper,reading it.Three large lemons,two large monster energy drinks,a bag of doritos and a pack of gum.It was a strange request but he wasnt supposed to question it.He had kept his head down at the store,grabbing three of the largest lemons he saw,two random monster energy drinks,the doritos and three packs of gum.

He didnt know what kind of gum you liked but you probably had to like one of the three,right?When he got back you were using your blowtorch on a part of the bike you had painted. “Put the bag on the work table and touch nothing.”You spoke loudly,confidently.He found your confidence unbelievably attractive.He never let anyone boss him around like this but ther was just something about you.You held some sort of power over other pogues,he could tell that much by the few boneyard parties he’d gone too.The others were attracted to you,some of them held their breath as you walked by,others just kept their distance.He didnt know where such nice chains had come from.They looked like they had weight,indicating that they were real.He had carefully walked over to your work table,seeing multiple small jars of paint,brushes,metal sheets,files,nails,screws and your cell phone.It was a pretty old model.He set the bag down on an empty spot,watching as a notification came across your phone.Eighteen days sober!Log this milestone.He frowned.Sober from what?

He shook it off,walking back around to where you were with his bike. “I was worried that you’d set my bike on fire or something.”He spoke quietly,trying to make conversation.You glared up at him,eyebrows casting shadows over your irises. “What?Cause im a dirty pogue?”You asked.He shook his head frantically. “Thats not what I meant I-”He began to explain himself but you cut him off. “So because im fixing your bike im different?”You asked.He sighed. “I just meant because of the blowtorch-Im sorry.”He mumbled.You stood up,blowtorch in hand. “Know your place,rich bitch.Your bike will be done by three,save yourself the embarrassment and go home to your mansion.”Your voice was dripping in venom,eyes narrowing.He gulped. “I cant go back home without my bike,my dad will kill me.”He mumbled,looking down at you.You smirked. “Good.”You replied before kneeling down again by the bike,getting back to work. “God,could you stop staring at me?Go sit somewhere or sue a tree or some shit.”You huffed.He almost tripped over his own feet,finding a chair and sitting down.He tapped his food on the ground anxiously. “So um...how long have you been fixing cars?”He asked.

You slammed the blow torch down on the concrete. “Could you shut the fuck up?Please?”You asked.He bit his lip. “I dont like the silence.”He replied. “And I dont like loud noises.”You answered. “What are you sober from?”He asked.You sat there for a moment,eyes locked on the ground.You slowly stood up,walking towards him. “You went on my phone?”You asked.His mouth went dry and he was lost for words. “Rafe.”You snarled.He looked back up at you,beads of sweat collecting at his hairline. “I-the notification-I just saw it and I just-God,im sorry (Y/N).”He sighed,looking away from you.Your hand reached up,gripping his jaw and making him look at you. “Didnt I tell you to shut the fuck up?”You asked.He looked away from you,only looking back when your grip tightened. “Yeah.”He muttered. “And you’re gonna be good and shut that pretty mouth of yours,right?”You asked,squeezing harder on his flesh.He hummed. 

“Good.”You mumbled,taking your hand away and getting back to work.You could feel him staring at you,the way your fingers moved as you grabbed your tools.He understood now.He understood the pogues’ fear and admiration of you.He felt like one of them,caught up in your beauty and the way you carried yourself while simultaneously being slightly afraid of you.You walked past him,grabbing one of the monsters.You grabbed a knife from the table.He watched as you cut open the bottom of the energy drink and shot gunned it,wiping your mouth when you were done.You grabbed a lemon from the bag,cutting an end of it off.You pulled a container of a white powder,opening it and coating the lemon slice in it. “Dont stare at me like that.Its salt,nothing you can snort.”You grumbled,taking the slice out and placing it in your mouth.Your eyes didnt squint and your eyebrows didnt furrow at the taste. “You...you eat lemons in salt?”He asked.You pulled the lemon slice from your teeth,biting the salt coated fruit as it left your mouth. 

“I do.”You replied. “It helps with cravings.”You finished your thought,going to fix the bike seat.Rafe had sat on his phone until one in the afternoon when he heard someone come in. “You havent answered your phone,thought you were dead or something.”A deep voice said.Rafe heard you giggle. “Only on the inside,sunshine.I’m busy with work right now,tell the others ill be around by seven.”He heard the tone of your voice.Friendly,happy and almost excited. “Alright.Did you eat today?”The voice asked. “I had a lemon slice,ive got some doritos so dont worry too much.I’ll see you later.”You had told your friend. “Alright,sounds like a plan.”THe boys voice said before leaving.Rafe watched as you rolled a tire inside,replacing the one he had destroyed.Once you had replaced it you went back to the bag of goodies,cutting open the other monster.You chugged it,sighing as you stared up at the ceiling. “Why do you hate me so much?”Rafe asked suddenly.A smile tugged at your lips.

 “You beat up two of my boys,you come around starting shit and blaming it on us,you think youre just so fucking amazing when youre really just a bitch,you ran over my fucking mailbox,you drink and drive,you gave another one of my boys a fucking concussion and a scar and you wonder why I hate you?”You ranted,fists clenching.He just sat there,hands gripping the arms of the chair. “You just fuck things up.”You sighed.He licked his lips. “You sound like my dad.”He mumbled.You laughed. “Oh dont get me started on your dad.That bitch ruined my life.”You sighed,grabbing another lemon slice.He raised his eyebrows. “What?How?”He asked.You just giggled to yourself. “You really have no idea what your father has done to my family?No idea at all?”You asked.He shook his head.You just laughed again,the sound filling the air.It wasnt like the way you had giggled with your friend.It was empty and sarcastic,hiding anger that was building up inside of you. “You wanna go for a field trip,Rafe Cameron?”You asked.

[supernaturalmarauders]

I’m sorry Jensen ackles x daughter reader

summary: You are jensens 15 year old daughter and your parents have been spending there time with your younger siblings. you start to become lonely and start thinking how everyone would be better off without you. Jensen and daniel get a call from your friend, raising her concern for you ,and they learn how bad your mentall health actually is.

Warnings: Possible self harm, suicidal thoughts, self hating language, attempted suicide, bullying, father jensen and mother daniel fluff. 

Please if this is happening to you, or you feel like this tell someone. i know what it’s like to keep your feeling bottled up. please don’t do it. my messages are always open

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you were sitting on your bed staring at the phone screen. it didn’t matter how hard you tried you couldn’t tear your eyes away from it. the hurtful words made you feel something. Everyone assumed That being Y/N Ackles made your life great. and of course your dad and Daniel loved you, but they were far to busy these days for you to bother them with your problems.

Ever since you were a child it had always been you and your dad. your mum didn’t want you so when she gave birth to you, she gave you straight to your father and ran. you were always a quiet kid, never causing any problems. but that meant you learned to  keep your problems to yourself. your father was far to busy with his acting to deal with your miner todler problems.

when daniel came along your father had finally found love again. being 12 years old at the time you understood that they both loved eachother. She treated you like her child, and loved you as much as a mother should. you loved daniel with all of your heart, and so did your father. 

When j, Zeplin, and arrow came along you felt complete. you had always wanted younger siblings, and you finally had them. you loved them, you really did, but sometimes you wished your parents would have more time for you. 

2 months ago your family moved houses and you had to start at a new school. your siblings were all to young to start school, whilst you were starting your 10th grade. being 15 was hard enough, but having to start at a whole knew school was nothing good. normally you would have no problem making friends. everyone knew the name Ackles. sometimes you wished you had actuall friends who didn’t just hang around with you for the exposure. sometimes you wished you were lucky enough to score real friends.

but this time you knew it wouldn’t be the same. you knew from day one that you were not welcome at that school. from the very start you were called horrible names, and contantly hurt, shoved, pushed, tripped, and more when you were just collecting your books. you couldn’t add on to your parents stress and you knew that your siblings were to young to understand, so you kept quiet. 

sometimes you would video chat (Insert best friend name here). your best friend from your old school. she was your friend because she loved you as a person, not because of your name. but you knew better than anyone that she didn’t need your problems adding onto her stress. 

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“Y/N dinner” called daniel from the kitchen. you wiped you eyes and switched your phone screen off. you pulled on you’re jumper and pajama pants and went down stairs. when you arrived you saw your mother feeding arrow and your father feeding zep. Jay was sitting at the table eating her pasta and watching a barbie movie on her Ipad. 

“Your dinners on the bench Y/N, help yourself” Siad your dad gesturing to the bowel of pasta left for you. 

“Thanks” You said taking a small portion of pasta and sitting next to jay. once Daniel noticed the little amount of pasta on your plate she nudged your dad on the shoulder, causing him to look at your plate. 

“Are you not going to eat anymore” Asked Daniel worry evident in her voice. 

“Sorry mum, i’m not that hungry” you mumbled playing with your food. 

“Are you not feeling well honey” asked you dad, taking his eyes of zep. 

“I’m alright, just don’t have much of an appitite” you said shrugging off the  matter. 

Your parents looked at eachother, more worry evident on there features. truth be toold they had a reason to worry. since you moved you hadn’t been eating as much as you should be. you play basketball so you needed to maintain your body. however since moving you had dropped basketball completely. you spen’t most of your lunchbreaks in the library, where food isn’t allowed. you had lost 20 kilograms in the past 2 months, which wasn’t healthy considering you were already small for your age. Your parent’s had been noticing the weight loss, but didn’t really question it considering that they thought you were just stressed. however 2 months in and you were still showing signs. 

“Y/N, can you braid my hair please” asked jay giving you puppy dog eyes. you sighed. 

“Course jay” you said letting jay lead you up to her shared bedroom, leaving your bowl of food untouched. 

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“I’m worried about her” said your mum once you had left the room. 

“Me two” said your dad, concern clearly evident in his voice

“You don’t think she’s anorexic do you” Asked your mum placing arrow down in the high chair. 

“I don’t hink so, she would have lost more weight by now. besides she would be excercising like crazy, she doesn’t seem to leave her bed much now days” said your father placing zepline in the chair opposite arrow. 

“Maybe she’s going through exams, that could be why she’s loosing all the weight” said your mum, trying to find a reason for your weight loss. 

“The school wrang me yesterday”. said your dad just as he remembered. 

“You’re only telling me this now, what did they say” asked your mother. 

“Her lunch pass hasn’t been used in over a month. they also said that she dropped out of basketball and drama, they were worried about her” said your dad. 

“Maybe we should give her some space untill she opens up” said your mum cleaning up the dishes. 

“Yeah maybe”. said your dad. he knew something was wrong, but he didn’t know what. 

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The following day at school you kept your head down and avioded the crowds of poeple walking the halls you quickly grabbed you’re books and headed to the bathroom. shutting the stool door you pulled up your jumper revealing the many cuts and burns running up your hip, you silently let a tear fall down you’re face knowing that you were so lost. you pulled back down you’re jumper and walked over to the mirror, your appearence looked tired. your hair looked dead and your eyes had purple bags under them, your face looked deathly pale and slim, far different from the girl you used to be. you washed your face picked up your bags and hastily exsited the bathroom. 

after ariving to you’re first class you found your seat in the midle of the classroom and pulled out your laptop, you stopped when you saww it. the top of it was covered in notes full of hatefull words, drawn on in permanent marker, you opemed it to see more written on you’re screen. 

you let the tears full freely down your face, you didn’t know why but you started reading them. 

“GO DIE, YOUR PARENT’S WOULD BE BETTER OFF WITHOUT YOU’ 

“I’M SURE YOURE SIBLINGS WOULD PREFER IT IF YOU JUST LEFT” 

“ YOU DIRTY PIECE OF FILTH, NO ONE LIKES YOU, JUST GO BACK TO THE HELL HOLE YOU CAME FROM’ 

‘ YOU FILTHY SLUT, GO SPREAD YOUR GERMS SOMEWHERE ELSE, YOUR NOT WANTED HER SO DO US ALL A FAVOUR AND DIE” 

You didn’t realise untill you finsihed that the whole class was laughing at you. because it was a study period you didn’t have an assigned teacher so there was no one to tell them to stop. you packed up your stuff and headed to the library where you would signed in and set in the corner. sitting down on a bean bag you curled up and started sobbing. pulling out your phone you looked through the photos. the one of zeplin, jay, and arrow, sitting curled into you while you read to them. the one of you your dad and daniel when you won your first basketball game. the one of you and (Best friend) when you both won the science fair. the one of you and your primary school teacher when you recieved your graduation certificate. you started crying even more, knowing that things would never be the same again. 

You were about to turn off your phone when you saw a call from your dad you wiped the tears from your eyes and answered it. 

“Hey dad” You said as cheery as you could

“Hey bug, how are you” he said 

“Fine, is everything okay” you said knowing that your dad normally didn’t call you during school hours. 

“Everythings fine. me and mum are going to have to stay on set late tonight. the kids are with uncle jared. is it okay if you catch the bus home today. theres dinner in the fridge and the remote on the counter” asked your dad 

“Of course” you said trying not to cry. 

“okay sweetie, we’ll be home as soon as we can. i love you” said your dad hanging up the phone 

“I love you to” you wispered to no one in particular. 

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The bus ride home was horrible. you constantly had paper and balls thrown at you, and insults left right and centre. you packed up your stuff and headed off the bus afew stoped before your house, so you could clear your head. on the way out your bus driver grabbed your arm. 

“You okay kid” he asked kindly a sad smile on his lips. you put on your fake smile a replied an “i’m fine” before exsiting the bus. you took your time getting home as you knew it would be hours before anyone else arrived. you unlocked the door and thre you backpack onto the kitchen counter, not caring that your laptop was in the bottom of the bag. you slowly made your accent up the stairs and into your room. 

your room was at the end of the hallway, you parents room was the next door down and your sisters’ room was next to them, across the halls was your brothers room. you sighed and pushed open your door revealing the room that was once full of life. the walls were painted grey and all of your exam papers were lying scattered acroos the floor. your clothes lied on a pile next to the bed and your art supplies was scattered across your desk, like it was a month ago. 

your bathroom looked spotless and clean, much different to your bedroom. you walked back into your bedroom and pulled up your phone, you had a binch of text messages from about 50 unknown numbers. you felt your heart finally shatter. you had never given anyone your number, and now the harrasment would never stop. you threw your phone onto your bed and slid down the wall, letting the tears fall freely. you couldn’t do it anymore. you didn’t have the energy, you just didn’t want to. it had taken everything you had to make it this far, and you just didn’t have the fight anymore, you let the rest of your tears fall before pulling yourself off your floor and sitting on the bed. feeling your phone vibrate you picked it up to see a message with a table. by closer look you saw a petition. not just any petitiion, a petition about you. the “Get Y/N Ackles to dye petition” that already contained 280 signatures, 

you stared at your phones screen, emotionless. it wasn’t untill you felt the phone vibrate again that you saw an incoming call from (Your best friend) you letit ring a bit hoping it would go away, before you lost your patience and slid the answer buttin across. 

“Y/N hey, hey, answer me, are you okay” asked your best friend in a panicked tone. 

‘i’m sorry” you wisper into the phone. 

“What are you sorry for, Y/N, tell me that your okay”. begged your best friend. 

“I’m sorry but i can’t do it anymore... i love you” you say letting more tears fall down your face. 

“NO Y/N stay on the line, come on , i need you, your so much stronger than this” begged (Your best friend). 

“Goodbye (best friend) i love you” you say hanging up the phone and pulling yourself into the bathroom.

slowly you walk yourself into the bathroom, and drag yourself infront of the mirror. 

“I’m sorry mum, dad, jj,(best friend) zeplin, arrow, but this isn’t the right place for me” you say, grabbing medication and a razor from the cupboard. wiht as much energy as you could muster you shover 2 hanfulls of pllis down your throat. after feeling your eyes drop, you dig the razor into your skin cutting the vain open and letting the blood pour freely. 

“I’m sorry, i’m sorry” you say before you drift off into the land of unconciousness.

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your dad had just finished filming the final sceen when he felt his phone buzz, he pulled it out but didn’t recognize the number, knowing it was probably business he answered it anyway. 

“Hello, jensen ackles speaking” he said through the phone

“Mr ackels it’s (Best friend)” your father heard (best friend) through the phone. only it sounded like she was crying. 

“Hey (best friend) is everything okay” asked your father genuinly worried. 

“Have you been on instagram lately” she asked. 

“Not lately” he said. 

“Can you please have look” said (Your best friend) crying

you dad kept the call running while he opened instagram, what he saw broke his heart. he saw tones and tones of hate messages comments and posts about you. but the one thing that got to him most was a petition, saying for you to kill youself. 

“(best friend name) wheres charlotte” said your father starting to tear up. he hear (Your best friend) started sobbing. 

“I was on the phone to her just before, i think she’s going to commit suicide mr ackles, she hung up on me and won’t answer her phone” cried (your best friend) 

your father felt stupid. how did he not notice, he let the tears flow freely. 

“(Best friend) thank you so much” wispered your dad before hanging up the phone. and serching for another number 

“Hey jensen” said jared through the phone 

“Jared i need you to call an ambulance for our adress, Y/N is home and i got a call from her friend. you’re colser to home than we are, i think she’s going to comit suicide” said your father through the phone crying. 

“Okay, i’ll head over there noe, i’ll leave the kids with gen, just go to the hospital, i’ll go in the ambulance with her” said jared hanging up the phone. 

your dad walked over to your mum with tears running downhis face 

“j, whats wrong” asked your mum, worried, 

“It’s Y/N” 

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Your head was heavy, your throat hurt more than anything, and your body felt like it had been dumped. you could hear the beeping of a mechine and imidiately knew you were in the hospital. 

“Y/N” you heard someone say from your bed. 

“Dad” you said opening your eyes and adjusting to the light. 

“Hey bug”. said your dad removing the mas from around your face so you could talk properly. You tried to sit but your dad pushed you back down. 

“Hey don’t move, you need to rest” said your dad pushing you back down and planting a kiss on your head

“You gave us a right good scare sweetie” said your mum grabbing your hand from the other side of the bed. recalling the previous events you started sobbing. 

“I’m sorry” you said your body shaking from the sobs. 

“No, no, don’t appologise, we should be the ones appologising”. said your dad brushing your hair away from your face. 

“but you didn’t do anything” you said. 

“We wern’t the parents you needed. we should have realised something was wrong. thats our job. if (best friend) hadn’t called your dad you wouldn’t be here” said your mum kissing your palm. 

“I’m sorry for scaring you. i just didn’t want to fight anymore” you said leaning into your fathers embrace. 

“ I understand that Y/N, but we need you. were always here to talk. we know that you didn’t talk to us because you thought with the others it was to much. but nothings ever to much. please don’t scare us. talk to us. we are always here” said your mum jumping on the other side of the bed. 

“I know” you said keeping your head down. 

“ were going to work through this together, you don’t have to be strong all the time, but you need to talk to us, deal” said your dad lifting your chin up. 

“Deal” You said smiling. 

“Good, we love you bug” said your mum planting a kiss on your head. 

“I love you both two” you said. feeling happy for the first time in months.

[lunanight2012]

A Tale As Old As Time? Part 8

Just to let ya’ll know, theres a short song in here that has lyrics i made up. So be prepared for crappy lyrics.

~~~~~Harry's POV~~~~~

It's been 3 days. 4 days since I got into an argument with the love of my life, 4 days since I broke her heart, 4 days since I came to the Isle. And 3 days since Barney kidnapped her.

I haven't slept at all since that argument. I was stupid. I think someone is talking to me.

~~~~Luna's POV~~~~~~

How long have I been here? I've been beaten for not cleaning a kitchen properly. I was drugged against my will and unable to do anything I was raped. That still haunts me. I wanted Harry to be my first. But now I don't even know if he knows or cares about me anymore. I had to tuck my gloves away in my backpack. Of course then he decided to grab my hand and hold it to the flame on the stove. So now my right hand is even more scarred. 

I have more cuts on my arms, oh yea, he punched me in the face in anger. He also injected heroin in me. It wasn't fun. I kept passing out. It gave me nightmares. Oh, and I was slightly blind now, my contacts fell out yesterday and I don't have my glasses. He hates my eyes. Did I mention that I was very hungry? He hasn't fed me anything that is real food since he took me.

I'm slowly starting to think that no one is actually coming to save me. I grab my Harry Hook plush. I gently smiled at it. Remembering when Harry gave me it.

I jumped a bit as the basement door slammed open. I sat my plush down, wiped the smile off my face and squinted at him as he stomped down the stairs.

"Well my slave. It has been a few days and I believe you need a shower~! So let's go get you semi clean." He exclaimed with a chuckle. 

He unlocked my cage and I slowly crawled out. He tied up my arms, with very very rough rope and led me upstairs to the main floor shower. There was another floor. But last time he took me up there he drugged me, raped me, then injected heroin into me.he shoved me into the bathroom.

"Undress." He ordered.

I shakily began to undress, revealing all the bruises, scars, cuts, wounds, you name it, he did it to me. He smirked and looked me up and down before turning on the water. Then he proceeded to shove my head under the shower head, an almost drowning attempt.

It was freezing cold! This was the temperature he was making me shower in. He shoved my entire body in and grabbed a bar of soap.

"I will be washing you little slave. And yes I will be having a little fun."

So yea, he raped me in the shower and then afterwards shoved me back in my cage, throwing my clothes at my sopping wet form, and laughed.

"Don't expect them to save you. Why would they. You're useless now!" He spat, locking my cage and stomping back upstairs and locking the door.

I slowly got dressed, wincing in pain. This really was my final place. I was never gunna finish school. Never going to have a family. Never going to see Harry…. I broke down crying.

~~~~~Harry's POV~~~~~~

Something inside of me just screamed that Cindy was in pain. I needed to find 'er. I needed to apologize to 'er. I'm gunna find 'er today, no matter what it takes.

"Harry!"

I turned around to face the group. Ben had joined the group, along with Jane, Doug, and Lonnie. That's good, the more people we have searching the better. 

"We gotta find 'er today. I have a bad feelin we've taken too long. Somethin inside of meh is sayin Luna is hurt, broken, and possibly worse." I explained, clenching my teeth and gripping my hook.

"Well all we have left is the residents homes. Uma and I also made this potion, we got 6 bottles of it. You jump drop some of it on the ground where you think she might have been taken and it acts as a tracker. It will show you what happened at that spot. So be careful everyone. If you find something, call the group and we will come." Dr. Facilier stated, the guy wasn't actually bad, 'e just did a really big stupid and 'e learned his lesson.

We all nodded and set off in groups. Jay and Lonnie, Carlos, Jane, and Fairy Godmother, Mal, Hades, and Ben, Evie and Doug, Smee and the twins, Gil and Dr. Facilier, Peter Pan and Tinkerbell, and of course Uma and I. We walked around the Isle, knockin on doors and askin people if they have seen Luna. I had a picture of 'er on my phone and we were showin that to people.

So far no one has seen 'er. I was startin to get frustrated when the last person we asked spoke up.

"I saw her three days ago. She seemed lost but before I could help her Barney Barbossa grabbed her, I think he covered her mouth with somethin that knocked her out. I didn't quite catch where he took her but it was over by Jay's Corner." The woman explained.

I thanked her and Uma and I headed for Jay's corner.

It didn't take us long to find where Luna had been taken. Uma dropped a small droplet of the potion onto the spot. Suddenly an image of Luna walking appeared. My poor Cindy, she really did look tired, and Gil was right, she had her contacts in. We watched as Barney grabbed her and placed a cloth over her mouth knockin her out.

"The rat bastard used chloroform!" Uma exclaimed as the image ended.

"Call the group." I stated, staring at the spot where Cindy had been taken.

Uma did just that, and within 20 minutes everyone was there.

"Luna was taken right here." Uma stated and the group began to lightly drop around the area.

After about 20 minutes we found a path where she was taken. Coming across an old building we hid. Peter Pan had his shadow look around the side of the building. To which we learned that the shadow saw Barney give Luna an apple, and she wasn't looking too great. And once she took a bite she fell to the floor, unconscious. Barney spotted the shadow and pulled out his gun, and shot.

That was it.

~~~~3rd POV~~~~~

(Just to clarify this is a song I made up, and I can understand if it's not that good)

"Let's go! Let's go! We have to save her!" Harry sang.

The group joined in.

"Let's go and save your girl!"

"Let's go! Let's go! We have to save her now! She's hurt, she's scared! And now it's time to fight!" Harry sang as they got to the building.

"You guys take the left! You guys take the right! And you two stay with me! Let's bust the door down!" Harry exclaimed in song as Uma, Gil, and Harry kicked down the door.

"Let's save Luna. She's been here way too long!" Uma and Gil sang.

"This bastard is gunna get it." Harry growled as the song ended.

Harry kicked down the door to the basement and got his sword out.

"Give me back my lass Barney!" Harry shouted as he went down the stairs, sword out.

Gil and Uma following close behind. Barney was holding an unconscious Luna up against his chest, using her as a shield. He held a dagger up to her throat. Harry got a good look at her, his heart breaking, and anger burning.

She had lost weight, her face was bruised, her arms were scarred, her hands were visible and one of them was scarred even more. There was so much wrong and it had Harry seeing red.

"Give 'er back ye asshole!" Harry shouted, pointing his hook at Barney.

"No. She's mine. I've already claimed her~!" Barney taunted, causing Harry to growl.

You're outnumbered!" Uma shouted as the rest of the group came down and into the basement.

"Whatcha gunna do Harry? I have claimed her so many times!" Barney teased, licking Luna's cheek.

Harry growled even more and flung his sword at Barney's head. It pinned his hat to the wall. Harry grabbed Gil's sword and charged at Barney.

Barney dropped Luna. Thankfully Peter caught her and took her upstairs, with Smee grabbing her bag and plush. Harry continued to fight Barney. Not letting up.

"Don't scare you? But that's my speciality!" Barney mocked, with a smirk.

Harry growled even more and fought back. Of course, Dr. Facilier splashed a potion on Barney, instantly knocking him out. Gil and Uma pulled Harry away as Evie and Carlos tied Barney up.

"Harry. Go upstairs. She's up there." Uma stated, causing Harry to rush upstairs, but not before walking to Barney and taking back Cindy's Ember.

Running up the stairs, Harry was met with Fairy Godmother, Ben and Jane.

"She's in the living room dear." Fairy Godmother explained, gesturing in the direction of the living room.

Harry bolted to the living room, coming face to face with Cindy laying on the couch, her Harry Hook plush in her hands on her chest, asleep.

"The apple she ate was a grade A snow white forever asleep apple. So true loves kiss is the only thing that can break it." Peter explained crouching on a ratty old armchair.

Harry walked towards her. His frown deepened the closer he got. Her bruised face, scarred arms, even worse burn scar on her right hand. And then he remembered what Barney said.

"He raped her…." Harry stated quietly, causing Peter, FG, Ben, Jane, and Uma to gasp.

He gripped his sword and turned and ran back downstairs, only for Uma to stop him at the top.

"There is no victory in killing him. He will get punished, in Auradon, but for now. You have a Princess to kiss." Uma stated, pointing at the sleeping Cindy.

Harry growled but nodded, walking back over to Cindy he knelt down, carefully brushing her hair away from her face.

"I'm so sorry Cindy. This never would have happened if I hadn't of abandoned ye." Harry began to cry, blaming himself.

"Go on and kiss the girl~!" Uma sang quietly.

Harry glared at Uma before turning back towards Luna. Leaning forward he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

~~~~~Luna's POV~~~~~

I slowly opened my eyes, gasping a bit I quickly sat up, whimpering and wincing at the pain that shot through my body. Looking around, I squinted, trying to make out who was surrounding me. Hugging my plush I whimpered. That's when I heard his voice.

"C-Cindy? It's ok. I'm right here. And I'm never leavin ye again."

I looked towards the voice, squinting still. 

"Gil. Gimmie her glasses."

Someone came closer, I tried scooting further back. They handed the main voice something and he then moved the item closer to my face. I squeezed my eyes shut, scared. Something was placed on my head.

"Open yer eyes Cindy." 

I slowly opened one eye, then both. Harry was crouching infront if the couch. Oh hey I'm on a couch. I looked around. Wow, Gil, Uma, Dr. Facilier, Fairy Godmother, Ben, Mal, Evie, Carlos, Jay… Peter Pan??? What is he doing here? Oh Smee and the twins! Oh!

I begin to shake as I see Hades carrying HIM. Harry seemed to have noticed my fear and got up on the couch and held me against his chest. That's when I began to cry, burying my face in his chest.

"Its okay Cindy. Let it all out. We're taking ye home." Harry explained, rubbing my back.

I hugged my plush close as Harry carried me Bridal style. I just buried my face in his chest as he carried me. I believe we were heading towards the Chip Shop. Harry sat me down in a chair, I kept a hold of him,  scared he would disappear. He seemed to understand and sat down, setting me on his lap.

"Luna sweetie. What did he do to you?" Fairy Godmother asked me.

I opened my mouth to speak but all that came out was a squeak. I frowned and buried my face in Harry's chest.

"I think she can't speak. But just look at 'er! He beat her! And from his taunts it seems like he…. Raped her…" Harry held me close.

"Looks like he whipped her too." Uma stated, causing me to grip Harry's vest tighter.

"I think we need to take her back to Auradon. She needs to see a doctor." Ben explained.

"I'm comin with ya." Dr. Facilier exclaimed.

"Of course. Harry can you drive Luna's motorcycle with her? Those who rode motorcycles shall ride those, the rest of us will take the limos. And Luna. Do not worry. Barney is going to be kept far away from you." Ben explained, I nodded my head against Harry's chest. 

Within 20 minutes, I had my arms wrapped around Harry's waist as he drove my motorcycle back to Auradon prep. Once there Harry carried me to our room. Helping me change into my pjs before he carried me to the main room where everyone was waiting.

"Alright Luna. Now we need you to hold still while Uma and Mal heal you." Fairy Godmother stated, I nodded.

Mal took to one side of me and Uma stood on my other. I tightened my grip on Harry as the two began to use their magic to heal me. I could feel my face healing up, the slashes on my back healing, all my bruises going away, and even some healing down there.

After a few moments they were done.

"How do ye feel?" Harry asked me.

Again I tried to talk but all I could do was squeak. I frowned and buried my face in Harry's chest.

"It's alright Cindy. Give it time." 

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The Rock Show | Toddy Smith

Summary: Todd meets someone at a rock show and their relationship blossoms too quickly. Inspired by The Rock Show by Blink-182. 

A/N: This is my first ever imagine, I haven’t actually written much of anything for a few years, let alone anything close to a story so I hope this isn’t that bad. It’s a little angsty towards the end, if anyone wants a part two lmk!! Also, if you have a request, feel free to submit! :)

Word Count: 1,364

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The bright tingle of excitement coursed through her veins. There was no better feeling than the one of anticipation before a show, all of her outside worries and anxieties slipped off of her as her eyes bounced from one random face to another. They varied greatly from pre-teens with barely defined features to the red-rimmed eyes of teenagers on a high, followed by the chiseled features of a young adult, to the fading ones of concert veterans. Then they stopped on a man with wild dark hair and a wide, toothy smile, talking animatedly to a muscular, red-bearded man.

He looked over at her and nodded, his wide grin softening into a greeting. She smiled back and waved as the lights began to dim. Her attention turned back to the stage, her soft smile widening into a mischievous grin.

Todd watched her as the band’s instruments picked up, watching as she jumped and screamed the lyrics, the grin on her face was unwavering. The crowd was jumping, a pit was opening and Todd’s attention was pulled by his best friend, Scott. Scott gestured towards the pit, letting his friend know he was going in. Todd laughed and pushed him along and joined in.

Throughout the show, Y/N didn’t see the dark haired boy. She found herself almost disappointed by this fact but wasn’t sure why—she didn’t even know his name. As fate would have it, though, she saw him at the very end. During the last song, Y/N made her way to a pair of familiar guys and tapped on the dark haired guy’s arm. Todd looked down and laughed, almost relieved. Unbeknownst to his best friend, he’d been a little disappointed that he’d lost sight of the girl halfway through the show.

Y/N pointed upwards, leaning forward and yelling, “Can I have a lift?” Todd nodded quickly and gestured for his friend’s help. The two men linked their hands together and hoisted Y/N up. She flipped over onto her back and allowed herself to be carried to the front of the crowd, screaming lyrics and taking in the cool air above the crowd, giggling as water from flying water bottle poured onto her. When she reached the front and was getting pulled off of the crowd by a security guard, she high-fived the lead singer of the band. Instead of trying to get back into the crowd, she made her way to the bar and ordered a drink. The show ended and she felt the weight of the world return as quickly as the lights did. She downed a shot and turned to her side as she slammed it down, meeting the eyes that burned into her.

The dark haired man smiled. He was more attractive in the light, if that was even possible. Next to him, his friend was chatting with the bartender, taking a couple of shots in between.

“What?” Y/N smiled, almost giggling at him.

“I don’t know,” he laughed. “I’m Toddy.”

“Y/N,” she shook his hand.

He sat on the stool next to her and they laughed and talked until his friend was drunk enough to get cut off. Toddy smiled hopefully, “what’re you doing tomorrow?”

Those four words turned into an early morning hike followed by breakfast every single day for a week. Toddy introduced Y/N to his drunk, red-bearded friend Scotty that same night, then his hiking buddy Jeff the first morning. By the end of the week she’d been introduced to his roommate, and his entire friend group. By the end of the month they spent all of their free time together.

By the end of month two, she was introduced to his public following and they weren’t as accepting.

They’re not going to last.

His last two girlfriends have practically been models, she doesn’t even come close.

Where did she even come from?

At first, Y/N laughed at the comments. But as months passed, she became worried that they’d never accept her. And if they didn’t, then maybe Toddy’s friends wouldn’t either. She had noticed how apprehensive they all were. As kind as they were to her, and as much fun as they all had together at parties, she could sense the distance they kept. She even understood it to a point.They’d moved fairly quickly. There was just something about him.

When Toddy read his comments, different ones stuck out.

She’s only with him for the internet fame.

Five bucks says she wants to be a singer/Youtuber and this is going to be how she tries to get her start.

Poor Toddy, she doesn’t really love him, just what he can give her.

By the end of month 5, her anxiety and inner turmoil on the situation practically radiated off of her the same way his anger and paranoia did. Y/N broke the silence on it first. She did what she always does.

She talked.

“Hey, baby? Theres something I’d really like to talk about with you, it’s been on my mind for a while.”

Toddy then did what he did best.

He checked out.

“Yeah, me too.” His cold tone made her head snap up from her wringing hands. He’d never spoken to her like that, but maybe he had been just as upset about the comments about her as well.

“I think-“ Toddy cut her off.

“I think we should end things.” Her eyes widened, filling with tears. She wasn’t fully sure she’d heard him correctly but even if she had she didn’t know what to say or even how to say it.

“What?”

“I don’t know, Y/N, we rushed into things. We should just end it before it escalates into something it’d be harder to come back from.” Y/N stood up from his bed and reached for his hands, wanting to talk it out, to see where they’d gone wrong. All she wanted to do was see if he still felt the same way about her.

To see if he felt the same as his fans.

Was she truly no longer good enough for him? Could she really not live up to his exes?

She stopped reaching towards him. She went over his words again. She turned hard and nodded, “then we wont escalate this any further, you’re right. Let me just get my things together.”

Y/N quickly shoved the contents of the drawer he’d given her for staying over into her backpack and left without another word. He stayed in his same spot, feeling the emptiness of his room without her in it.

For weeks he didn’t post a video.

Y/N really changed Toddy. All he does is post Instagram brand deals. Wheres the videos??

He barely left his room, let alone his house.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come to this party, man?”

“I’m good.”

Y/N went to work and then home.

By the time it would have been month seven, she dragged herself to a show. And then another. Until she was going to any show she could find, almost night after night. Country, rap, rock, pop, local, mainstream— she went to anything and everything.

A part of her hoped he’d do the same—that he’d see her there and fall in love again. But Todd never did.

She blocked him on social media after a couple of weeks and began to give up and move on.

Until...

Knock, knock, knock

“Hey! Give me one second, I’m trying to find a twenty but I—“ Once she looked up from her wallet, her eyes met the dark ones of the goofy guy she’d met at a rock show. The man who she started to believe might have just been a fling.

He looked lovely. In a plaid suit, holding her favorite flowers. “I make mistakes. Usually, life just keeps going after them but I couldn’t shake something. See, there’s a girl. I met her at a rock show. And I think I’m in love with her. You think she’s around?”

Y/N thought for a moment before opening the door wider, “Got any cash on you?”

[baelllamyblake]

RED QUEEN ( Bellamy Blake x Reader )

Pairing : Bellamy Blake X Reader

Word Count : 2,995

Warnings : the 100 season 5 spoilers, blood mention, nothin too bad

A/N : its been a hot minute since I've wrote a fanfic & i plan to to make this into a multi parter or a series ?? theres no bellamy x reader just yet but I'm hoping to get enough feedback to proceed with a part 2 ! so pleeeease leave some feedback !! i would love it !!

FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED SO FCK ME UP WID IT<3

Once the night the bunker door locked shut, cutting you off from the home you finally felt comfortable in, the weight of the world sat on your shoulders. The Earth was currently simmering in radiation and those who were truly close to you were residing 254 miles in the sky, hopefully living safely in what’s left of the Ark. Illian died in the Conclave and you couldn’t talk to Bellamy either. Your goodbye was over a radio and you have never wanted to kiss someone so badly than during those last few minutes. Now, you’re stuck in an underground bastion, unable to communicate with anyone on the surface.

You never expected to become the babysitter of 1,200 grounders but you guess the responsibility was assumed when you declared everyone was allowed in the bunker. Hell, if you had known how troublesome trying to unify all the tribes into Wonkru, you would’ve left them outside like Luna planned too if she won the conclave. Yet, you had already said Wonkru was welcome into the bunker and you definitely couldn’t take it back now. You slouched in the chair Jaha once sat in when he first took over the bunker, expelling out a heavy sigh. This was going to be the next six years of your life.

You stared blankly at the papers, blueprints, and documents on the desk in front of you. You wished someone would enter the office, anyone at all, just to break the endless silence. What would Bellamy do if he were here? He probably would’ve laughed at how you were spacing out but he also would’ve stayed quiet just to stare at you a little more. Unfortunately, Bellamy was 254 miles away in the sky, hopefully living safely in what’s left of the Ark. You looked up the concrete ceiling, dreading the fact that you wouldn’t even know if he was looking down on you.

This was going to be a very long six years.

The sound of the doorknob turning instantly shifted your focus to it, a familiar face stepped into the room. He always managed to produce a geniunely warm smile despite everything crumbling around him. You always wanted to know how Kane did it. How he always stayed positive despite everything crumbling to pieces around him.

“ How are you holding up? “ Kane chimed, his grin soon faded into pursed lips. It had been a while since you got a good look at him, his forehead wrinkles deepened a little more and his hair had grown to his shoulders. He deserved a relaxing vacation, trying to save the last fraction of the human race was taking a toll on him. It was taking a toll on everyone, really.

“ As good as any person can be during an apocalypse. “ You jived playfully, attempting to lighten the dreary mood and create a space of fake comfort. Kane breathed out a small chuckle before plopping into a nearby chair, his arms crossed firmly against his chest. Kane’s eyes spoke of a silent sadness as he drifted off in deep thought. “ What are you thinking about? “

“ How far we’ve come, how much we’ve all changed. How much we’ve gone through, how much we’ve lost along the way. “ Kane huffed out, his eyes blinking back into reality. Your mind flashed back to the beginning, all the repressed memories floating along like a raging river. The delinquent’s camp, Trikru, and Mount Weather felt like it happened only yesterday. Where did all the time go?

Never once in all your years of being alive would you have thought to being a leader. You were just looking for that outlet to finally get out from under the floor and out into the open where you were free to do whatever you wanted.

“ It’s best not to dwell on the past. Showing sentiment is weakness. “ You stated bluntly, earning a loud snort out of Kane. “ I don’t recall saying something funny. “

“ Sorry, I’m just realizing how much you’ve changed, Y/N. “ He replied with a grin curling on his lips. Kane’s eyes maintained that weird twinkle, it reminded you of the eyes of a dreamer. They desperately held on to whatever shred of hope of was left, regardless of whatever was happening. “ You’ve grown up, kid. Last time I really got a good look at you, you were a dedicated warrior, simply looking for their place in life. Now, you’re a skilled leader who saved all our asses out of the kindness of your heart when you could’ve chose few or none at all. “

“ Well, let’s be glad that I was in a good mood that day. “ You politely brushed Kane’s reflection of you away with a small smile. The last thing you wanted to do was open old wounds, you already had enough of them to last you more than a lifetime. “ But thank you, I appreciate your kind words. “

“ Alright, I’ll get out of your hair, kid. Just wanted to check up on you. “ Kane spoke contently as he heaved himself off the armchair. Kane could sense that you were beginning to grow uneasy with his presence. He assumed by the slight clenching of your jaw that it was time to leave and attend to other important matters. “ Let me know if you need anything. Anything at all. “

You gave a small nod with a tight lipped smile, waving Kane goodbye as he exited through the white glass doors. You let out yet another heavy sigh, leaning back in the desk chair with eyes to the grey concrete ceiling above. You wondered what Bellamy was doing at the moment, was he having fun? Was he thinking of you too? How were the rest doing? You missed him dearly. The distance was going to drive you batshit crazy.

Miller eyed your every move warily, he held his tights fists just under his eyes. You both paced around the room like short-tempered tigers in a cramped cage. Tired of waiting for him to make the first move, you lunged forward to throw a punch only to have it blocked it by Miller’s forearm while recieving a sharp jab to the ribs. You let out a low grunt of pain as you gripped on his forearm, forcefully shoving a knee into his stomach.

You backed off to catch a breather as you watched Miller double over in pain while his hand gripped where you had kneed him. You lifted your shirt to examine your ribs briefly, it was nothing serious, just a red mark where Miller had jabbed you. Dropping the fabric, you shifted your focus back to Miller. “ Great warmup. Ready for the real thing? “

“ Come at me, Y/N. “ Miller grunted roughly as he forced his torso in an upright position. You grabbed two nearby swords, keeping one while you tossed the other to Nathan. He caught it and gave it a small swing to become familiar with its weight. You smirked deviously as you gripped tightly onto its hilt, immediately charging at Miller without notice. Your sword clashed fiercely, swings and slices were dealt left and right.

While maintaining your guard, you kept your eye out for spots of vulnerability. You swung to the left, urging your brawling partner to duck to avoid having his head chopped clean off. As soon as Miller’s back faced you, you rammed your elbow into his spine. The move shoved him face first to the ground, quickly flipping over to recover from his mistake. Your sword was aimed towards his throat, ready to kill in an instant.

“ Y/N. “ A certain voice drowned out the heavy panting of both you and Nathan, followed by a clearing of her throat. You looked towards your mentor, Indra, standing in the doorway. In her arms, she held the formal garments of Heda. Your eyes flickered from the clothes to Indra, jaw clenching slightly. “ The delegates have assembled. “

“ Dressing me up doesn’t fool anyone. “ You stated bluntly, grasping Miller by the hand to help him up on his feet. Indra took a small step towards you, holding out the fabrics in front of you. You rolled your eyes at the outfit, wiping your sweaty forehead with a towel slung over your shoulder.

“ My blood is red and it always will be. “

“ Symbols matter, Y/N. These symbols. “ Indra insisted firmly, the gear Commander Lexa previously wore sat in her outstretched palm. You wanted to scoff and groan in her face. You were the leader of Wonkru now, why weren’t you allowed to do whatever you wanted? Why should you be restricted to the old traditions “ Trust me. The more people connect you to them, the easier it is for you to lead.

You walked towards the conference room, dressed up in the ridiculous outfit Indra persuaded you to wear. You scanned the bustling halls filled with grounders and materials used around the bunker. You were growing anxious for the meeting, dread already growing throughout your chest. It had only been 46 days since Praimfaya and the delegates were already acting like children. Their problems were offen trivial with simple solutions but they often stuck to their beliefs and unwritten laws.

“ Osleya of Wonkru. “ Niylah chimed contently as she bowed respectfully in your presence. You quickly whispered for your friend to stop, the gesture felt absurd to you. It felt like people singing happy birthday to you but constantly, you had no clue what to do. Do you bow to them too? Have them kiss your pinky ring like some mafia don? Well, whatever you had to do, no one has told you how to do it yet.

“ Look at what I found. “ Niylah spoke sweetly, in her hands was The Illiad. You took it from her slender hands, running your fingers along its old spine and weathered pages. Your mind instantly flashed back to memories of Bellamy relaying some of its stories to you whenever you had trouble sleeping. The nightmares always came back but luckily, Bellamy was always there to lull you back to sleep. “ I heard Bellamy would read you the parts about Ancient Rome. “

“ Thank you. “ You replied sincerely after reading a sentence or two from the front page. Niylah observed you carefully, a warm smile on her face. “ We’re sparring tomorrow. Promise? “ 

Niylah hummed in agreement, her eyes towards Indra closely behind you. You nodded small before resuming your walk to the conference room. Gaia waited patiently in the hall, her eyes pointing sharp daggers towards you. You weren’t a nightblood so you weren’t fit to be in the position of Heda. However, the tension between you two wasn’t anything new. You just didn’t really give a shit anymore.

“ Complain to your mother. “

It was just one problem after another before developing into one headache after another. Rations were dwindling by the second, tribes were on edge, and there was just too many people in the bunker. Everyone had been suggesting solutions to the problem but now was not the time. The delegates complained about a bunch of blankets and then the meeting was completely derailed by a miniscule thunking noise. It was presumed to be Clarke banging on the bunker door but you didn’t really care to find out more information.

However, it didn’t matter anymore because there were much bigger things that needed your attention. Like, a group of Skaikru idiots who have decided to lock themselves inside the cafeteria because they think they are top priority among the grounders and deserve all the resources. You almost wanted to throw up because of how ungrateful these people were being. You didn’t want to kill anyone in these six years but some were really testing how thin your patience could get.

Your grip on leadership was sifting through your fingers like a fine sand. The state of the bunker was chaotic as innocent Skaikru members were being massacred left and right, simply for being associated with the guilty. You were flustered with the fact of being unable to do something about it directly. You would have to sneak past grounders to personally deliver Jaha to a couple of generators on a completely different floor.

“ Are you fucking kidding me? “ You cursed to yourself, checking the pulse of each body sprawled out on the ground. You were hoping some had survived but to no avail, the grounders had killed them all. You couldn’t walk a couple meters without stumbling along groups of dead people, people you knew and ended up growing close too. You were enraged, whoever started this was going to suffer the consequences of their crimes.

Becoming even more frustrated, Jaha refused to open the doors to the cafeteria until you had grasped the reins over Wonkru again and understood what it meant to be a leader. He went as far to mention the floating of your mother to make his point clear. No matter how much you hated to admit it, Jaha was right. Within a matter of sentences, he taught you what it was to be a leader over a population. God, even thought Jaha was dying, he always managed to be so wise. You wanted to hate him but you just couldn’t, Jaha made it so hard!

You were Wonkru or the enemy of Wonkru. It was time to choose.

“ It’s over. “ You gritted angrily into the walkie talkie, eyes focused on only the door. You were covered in the enemy’s blood from head to toe. Rebelling grounders decided to attack you after ignoring your decree of either choosing to be apart of Wonkru or become the enemy of the state. If they didn’t become Wonkru, they were immediatly crushed under your authority. The problem must be eliminated if you were going to keep a strong hold on your people as was said by Jaha himself. “ Open the door. “

Blood was splattered along the floors and walls in an almost artistic fashion. You could stare at it in a museum and call it “ thought-provoking. “ You breathed heavily through your nose, your body and mind craved to off the root of the problem but you had other plans. The door locks clicked open and the grounders flooded into the room with whoops and yells, apprehending anyone they could get their hands on. “ I want only the guilty! “

“ There are too many people in this bunker. And if we don’t do something about this, none of us will survive to see the sun, the sky, the ground, and I won’t let that happen. “ You projected you voice loudly so that every grounder may hear you in each corner of the room. Some looked at you in fear, the blood of their own people dried to your skin. The blood of your enemies was your armor and you made sure everyone knew it. Grounders from all the tribes quickly got out of your way as you dominated the ramp with your aura alone. “ Each of you have committed crimes against Wonkru, and the punishment for this is death. “

Immediately, blacklash broke out after your words. Murmurs and whispers scattered amongst your people. Your hands gripped the railings tightly at the complaints yet you held your tongue. After all, you weren’t done explaining. You looked down on at the guilty kneeling before you, finally feeling a sense of power at the sight. Is this what Lexa felt? You loved it.

“ This isn’t the Ark and this isn’t the ground either. There is no ‘ Blood must have blood. ‘’” You continued to speak, your eyes trained on the those who were kneeling but your words were for all in the room. Everyone was silent, waiting in bated breath for your next sentence. “ In Rome, gladiators had the opportunity to fight for their freedom. “

“ And so will you. “ You stated strongly, unsheating your sword and throwing into the middle. You spoke the rules of the mini conclave, all previous thoughts of no one is going to die under your watch were thrown out the window. This was going to solve the overpopulation problem easily. Weed out the weak and only keep the strong and disciplined. “ Win the fight, save your life. “

As soon as the last word of your sentence rolled off your tongue. Kara lunged for the sword and murdered everyone in the circle because her life depended on it. You were satisfied, onlookers watched in horror, including those who knew you closely. The sudden change in attitude was far too much for them to handle. However, this was going to be the Wonkru way so they had to deal with it or be thrown in the ring.

Six years later, the ring had evolved into a modern day Roman colosseum. It was an old form of entertainment for the grounders that happened almost every day. The metal railings that were once there were replaced with metal fences and barbed wire. The ramps were filled with cheering grounders of Wonkru, their fists banging on the fences generated even more noise that echoed down the halls.

A heavy metallic smell soaked permanently into the concrete walls, a seemingly impossible feat made into reality. Blood became the new carpet and wallpaper. Deadly weapons of different sizes were the new home decorations. Only one piece of furniture was in the room: your elaborate throne backlit with a daunting red.

Kane was shoved roughly into the ring, the crowd erupted into jeers and cheers. His shoes waded shallowly in the puddle created by the bloody of his peers. All he could think of was where did everything go wrong? He held his hand over his eyes to avoid being blinded by the floodlights. Kane made eye contact with you looking down upon him like you did with thebvery first of the guilty. You towered over him, countenance void of any emotion. Your guards, advisors, and friends reflected the same energy you emitted.

You were no longer Osleya but a ruthless Blodreina.

[kdenbibi]

Ya Rouhi

Authors note: “(H/n)” stands for hero name. My hand slipped and I wrote an angsty dami fic no one asked for lol if y’all want a part 2 let me know//??////////?//////??////?/ also i used google translate for the Arabic so forgive me if theres any mistakes, Ya Rouhi should translate to “You are my soul.” 

Warnings: A N G S T Y as heck, blood, and violence, swearing

Summery: You have bad timing.

He had contingency plans for everyone on the team, back ups for his back ups and his glorified fanny pack of a belt had nearly everything one would need in case of emergency, the family business only went so well because of the almost concerning amount of planning that went into every patrol and every mission.

He prided himself on being ready for anything life threw his way.

So why didn't he see this coming?

Your mission was supposed to be simple, boring even, you were tasked with Terra to investigate a suspected gang hide out.

You bid everyone a casual goodbye, your eyes lingering on Damian's longer than the rest, it caused the corners of his mouth to twitch upwards.

"See you around pretty bird." He nodded biting back a grin, turning and going to the monitor room to be your look out for the mission.

At this point no one questioned why he happened to be look out every time you went on a mission without him, they were too scared of his reaction but they knew, something was definitely going on between the grumpy boy and yourself.

This unspoken thing between the two of you was understood throughout the team, anyone who looked at the two of you together could pratically see the love you had for each other rolling off of you in waves, which would be the first step to your downfall.

A few hours after you headed out with the newest Titan, Damian checked in for a status update.

"(h/n) report? Any signs of the gang?" He'd never admit it out loud but he was obviously nervous anytime you had to go on a mission without him, it's not that he doubted your abilities but he always felt better if he was there to have your back.

After a few tense moments the com cracked to life lifting a weight off his shoulders.

"Negative Robin, so far it's just this weird warehouse and a whole lot of dust."

"Me and Terra are going to split up, she'll sweep around outside and I guess I'll- wait hold on I think I found something." Damian leaned on the edge of his seat waiting for more information.

"Be careful (h/n)." He spoke trying not to sound as concerned as he was.

"Don't worry about me R, I'm a big girl I can handle myself- sides' if I don't come home who's gonna put up with you?"

Damian felt himself smiling before he cleared his throat and responded.

"Any sign of activity?"

"That's the weird part, this place is more ghost town than it is active gang hide out- where'd we get that tip anyway?"

"It was anonymous ." I answered, the gut feeling that something wasn't right crawled into my mind. "Do one more walk around then head back-" your voice suddenly interrupted him.

"Just out of curiosity, on the blue prints for this building did it mention anything about a super creepy elevator leading down to an equally creepy high tech lab?"

"No-"

"Okay then, either this gang is selling something other than weed or we got a problem on our- "

The line was suddenly overtaken by static, which caused the young Wayne's eyes to go wide, they were on one of the most advanced systems in the world there shouldn't- no couldn't have been interference that bad.

Unless someone sabotaged your equipment.

"(N/n) get out of there now, this is bigger than you, I repeat grab Terra and retreat now- wait for back up." At this point he'd left the desk he was sitting at and began to dress himself in his gear. After another thirty minutes of trying to reach you he prepared the team for a rescue mission, they all gathered in the monitor room to play back your audio transmission in case they came across anything.

"Are we clear on the plan? I'll take the-"

"Damian."

Your voice spoke out so suddenly, taking everyone in the room by surprise, the screen flickered to life showing your bruised and bloodied face.

"Hey." You called giving your team a bloody crooked grin.

He stared at the screen in disbelief.

"(h/n)?"

"Damian I don't have much time." You wheezed out struggling in vain against the tight rope that had you bound.

"What the hell is going on (Y/n)?! Where is Terra? Who attacked you?!" He yelled, hands clenched so tight they began to hurt. The team watched on in silence and fear.

Instead of answering you swallowed thickly and glanced off screen, soon a figure walked on screen to gently pet your head.

"I'm glad you could join us baby bird, me and (Y/n) here have just been getting to know each other, she's a sweet girl, I see why she caught your eye."

Deathstroke's unmistakable voice called out from the screen.

Damian's blood ran cold.

"You picked a firecracker I'll tell you that much." He said rubbing his jaw where a crack in his mask had began to form no doubt from your famous right hook.

"Slade if you touch her again I'll send you to hell myself."

This earned a deep chuckle from the man as he walked towards the camera.

"You'll what? Throw me in jail? Let's not kid ourselves here runt, you've lost your edge, all that hard work and for what? You to go soft." He slowly made his way to your crumpled form.

Yanking you upwards by your hair he bared your throat only to casually press a knife to the soft skin.

"You're weak Damian, you can't hope to save anyone let alone her."

Damian began to panic even more, he knew Slade could end you with a flick of his wrist right now, no matter how much he wanted to lash out he had to play his game until he came up with a plan.

"This is a personal matter between me and the runt, would you mind giving us some privacy?" He spoke to the rest of the team who ahd gathered around the screen.

They all shared a look, knowing it was best to listen to them they silently left the room.

All Damain could do was nod his head, never in his life had he felt this helpless.

"I will admit this kid has some guts, wouldn't tell me anything even when I started cutting away at her."

"What do you want?" Damian asked, voice deadly calm. His chest heaved in ragged breaths at he switched from looking at Slade to the knife.

"Everything she knows about the Titans."

This earned a laugh from your broken from,

"Never gonna happen asshole."

Slade quickly threw you to the floor, chair and all, before swiftly kicking you into the wall.

"-As you can see, she's more stubborn than you, so I'm switching tactics."

"I want personal records of everyone on the team delivered to this location in thirty minutes, just you, no back up, no bats."

"Okay, let her go, I'll have them on a drive for you as soon as I know she's safe." Damian spoke without missing a beat. A part of him was ashamed for folding so soon, but his fear was making rationalizing impossible.

A deep rumble of a laugh left the assassin's mouth.

"Looks like you're not a big an idiot as they say." He walked off screen once more only to come back with a timer.

"It's been a pleasure doing business with you, though if I were you I'd hurry up, your girlfriend here won't last much longer."

Damian went to work typing at the computer, pulling up his friends files and information, he didn't know what the timer was counting down too but it didn't take much imagination to know when it got to zero you'd be out of time.

Slade appeared to have left because you shot up like a bullet. Apparently his last kick sent you crashing so hard the chair you were strapped to broke, giving you a chance.

"That dickhead sure packs a punch."

"Don't worry I'm going to fix this-"

"It's pointless Damian don't do it."

His head snapped up to glare at you before he continued typing.

"Shut up, I'll give him the information, save you then get it back before he knows what hit him, I just need you to stay awake for me can you do that beloved?"

A goofy grin found its way on your bruised face as you got closer to the screen.

"You called me beloved."

"Yes, I'm going to be calling you that for the rest of our days because you're getting out of this you understand me? This is going to be a story you tell our kids."

"Now we have kids? You haven't even taken me to dinner."

He looked away from his task to give you the best half of a smile he could manage.

"Yet."

Your smile fell as you looked off screen to take in your surroundings.

"Dami stop."

"No I can do this I just need to concentrate."

"Damian please." Your voice was stern, despite your shaking form.

"The elevators down, I got a useless leg and even if i somehow managed to make it up all those stairs-" His typing finally stopped as he looked at you.

"Look I'm no Batman but I'm pretty sure this place is rigged to blow." You spoke glancing at the timer with a look he couldn't pin down.

 Fear, anxiety, acceptance.

"Don't come- I know what you're thinking but there isn't a way out this time." Your voice cracked as you stared at his face through the gritty camera .

"This was never about information, he wanted you to come here so you'd be killed too."

"Stop talking as if you're already dead!" He yelled trying to hold back his own tears.

"I can do it..." He spoke in a broken voice trying his best to think of a way out.

"This isn't on you Dami you hear me?" You spoke through your tears completly ignoring him.

"I love you- and I know I have the worst timing ever and these are kinda shitty last words but I'm freaking out a little and I know it's selfish to ask but please stay here- with me."

He looked up from the floor to meet your eye.

"Ya Rouhi." He spoke in his mother tongue, and you didn't know Arabic but you didn't need to, to know he felt the same.

Seconds felt like hours as your screen began to shake, alarms wailed in the distance as whatever device Slade had set began to go off throughout the building.

Your hair fell loosely around your head, the blood and dirt caked on your skin did nothing to hide your beauty, now with tear stained eyes you managed to look like star. You graced him with a smile, never looking away from him, despite the growing destruction around you.

You opened your mouth to say something, what that was he'll never know, because in an instant the screen went black. 

A lost connection logo blinked at his still form.

Everything and nothing ran through his mind all at once.

He felt his knees hit the floor. Ice spread through his chest as he tried to move, to go to you, to tell someone, to do something-

But the ice in his veins had settled, and the light in his eyes was gone.

[theolddarkmachine]

Kingdom- Chapter Ten

Gajeel has had the dream about dying for the blue haired girl for as long as he can remember. Which is weird, since he’s never met anyone with blue hair in his life.

Levy has always loved myths and legends. So much so, in fact, that she was currently getting her master’s in mythological studies.

What neither of them realized was that they were living a legend all their own.

AKA the one with a knight, a princess, and a curse that keeps bringing them together just to pull them apart.

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AO3

Weeeee another chapter! I’m gonna stop pretending I’m back on weekly updates now, because clearly, I am not XD I JUST KEEP ADDING THINGS TO THE TO-DO LIST WAH I’M SORRY. Anyway, so here’s a wild fun fact, we’re six chapters from the end of Kingdom. Can you believe?! Me either lol Another fun fact? This is the last chapter of questions. After this there are answers. Lots, and lots of answers. And possibly pain. (Read: Lots, and lots of pain.) So uh, enjoy the calm before the storm lol also hi yes also in case you missed it theres a gajevy vday fic coming which is partially why the delay in this update

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Why?

The single word had tinged his existence a darker shade of grey as Gajeel was haunted by the continuous replaying of his talk with Lily.

Why?

The story has changed so many times, I can’t be sure, but it is said that the queen was the one that did it.

But why?

If it’s true, she wanted Levy to feel the pain of loss, stretched across all her lifetimes.

Growling under his breath, Gajeel threw his weight into a particularly difficult spot that marred the top of his bar as he let his frustration bleed into the force he exerted. No matter how many times he’d asked, and no matter how many times Lily had replied, he still wasn’t any closer to a real answer.

All that Lily had known was nothing more than possibilities, the truth trapped within the binding of a single book that had been lost to time. Hypotheticals were the only tether to a past he’d only seen glimpses of, and wasn’t even quite sure he believed existed. Even with all the evidence, he still reeled against the possibilities of his impossible truth.

Days had passed since the discovery, and Gajeel wasn’t necessarily avoiding his problems. At least, that’s what he told himself as he’d put his phone on silent and taken on more shifts at the bar than he normally would have. No, he just needed time to work things out. To work out what exactly it meant to be cursed to die for a woman he hardly knew.

What it meant to know, and not be able to do anything about it.

Worst of all, what it meant to know that he would die, and not even care.

Because when it came down to it, Gajeel would die for her. Hell, he’d already thrown himself in front of a truck for her. His problem wasn’t with the situation at all, so much as the realization of his own feelings. Being a reincarnated knight, he could figure out.

The way his stomach dropped each time he checked his phone and didn’t see Levy’s name on the screen, he could not.

With a sigh, he pulled away from the mark, its dark stain stubborn as it stared back at him with all its smudged glory, lit only by the dimmed lights of the bar. It had been days since Levy had walked out of his apartment, leaving him alone with the memory of her blue hair as she disappeared through his doorway.

They’d exchanged numbers, and aside from a quick text that she had made it home in one piece, he hadn’t heard from her since. Something about the hollowness that bled out over his chest felt wrong, leaving behind the biting tang of unease. The only thing that kept it from wholly consuming him was the small voice that reminded him that she wasn’t his.

Yet, he bit back.

Gajeel’s black shirt vibrated against his skin with the force of the bass that danced around his body. It felt ominous in its own right, its growling coming louder and closer than it ever had, wrapping itself around him like a beast behind the bar where he stood.

Ironside itself felt animalistic.

Standing at its entrance had felt like standing in front of a monster and staring down its gaping jaw without any form of defense. It had been enough to make his skin prickle with foreboding as bile worked itself upwards towards the top of his throat with its burning bitterness. Everything about the bar felt wrong.

Almost as if it too, was in on the plot to end his life.

“Hello, handsome,” a voice purred, curling around the edges in a sharpened caress as a taloned hand ran over the stained spot that had held his attention. Ripping his thoughts away from death, Levy and the stubborn mark, Gajeel let his eyes slip up from the wood until he found his crimson gaze caught by one made of amethyst.

The woman that stood before him looked completely misplaced against the backdrop of the bar behind her. Dressed in a black dress cut more for business instead of pleasure, she stood straight with her chin raised high. On anyone else, it would look snobbish. As if she was looking down at those beneath her. In her, however, it gave her a sense of regality. It suited her, and if Gajeel hadn’t known better, he would think her something closer to a queen than someone looking to spend her night at the bar.

With the red lighting that drenched everything along his countertop crimson gracing the sharp points of her face, she carried all the beauty of a wild tiger. Stunning, but dangerous. 

Her lips pulled back over her teeth in a blood colored impersonation of a smile as she dragged the purple of her stare up and down his body. Heart seizing in his chest as if frozen by the sudden grip of fear, Gajeel tried to breath around the feel of sudden panic burning through him.

“What can I get ya?” He pushed through the fear as it coated the back of his tongue with its acrid sting. Everything in him was telling him to run from the hard cut jewel stare. They stood in silence, the thrum of the music falling away from him as they looked each other over. She didn’t make any move to answer, instead opting to run her pointed nails back over the bar.

After allowing the moment to stretch uncomfortably long, Gajeel opened his mouth to ask his question again, sure she hadn’t heard.

“You never change, do you?” She finally spoke, voice lower, and darker. Almost as if it had been mired in shadows. Another pang of something like dread heaved itself against the walls of his gut.

“Have we met before?” He asked, searching his thoughts for an recollection of the woman, only to find himself hitting a wall each time he felt himself get closer. The woman moved forward, settling herself onto a bar stool as her smile widened. Underneath the friendly exterior, he only saw frost. It was a look filled with the knowledge of something he was not privy to.

“My mistake, dear,” she soothed with all the same comfort of a venomous snake as she shook her head. “You just look like someone I knew a lifetime ago.”

Caught under the weight of her biting smile, Gajeel reached for a glass, mindlessly trying to place his attentions on something other than the way the glimmer of her teeth cut into him like sharpened knives.

“He must’ve made an impression,” he muttered, finally tearing his eyes away as he grabbed for a towel.

She probably just needs someone to talk to, he told himself as he started to wipe at the smudges on the cup. It wouldn’t be the first time someone had walked into Ironside looking for a cheaper and more enjoyable alternative to a therapist. Easing himself into the comfort of the barely veiled lie, he stole a quick glance of the woman just in time to see her mouth twitch downward.

“Quite,” she said sharply, her expression twisting with shadows cast from the ever moving lights of the bar.

“Didn’t end well, I take it?” Gajeel prodded, hand twisting the towel around the now pristine surface of the glass, if only to give himself something else to preoccupy his mind aside from that voice beating inside his mind. Pushing back against her words and the mad thump of the music, it kept on in its insistence that something was wrong.

“Not for either of us, I’m afraid.” The words were a hiss that cut into him. His hand stalled as they wrapped themselves around his throat, choking him of air.

“Bad breakup?” He managed around the tight grip that cut off his breathing.

It’s okay, he told himself as he dragged air down into his lungs, fighting back the sudden burn in his chest.

“I suppose you could call it that,” the woman’s voice dipped back into her earlier purr as she bore holes into him with her stare. Gajeel’s grip tightened around the glass, his knuckles turning a stark white, as he felt the sharp sting of a pointed claw dragging down the back of his neck.

A static moment stole his senses, dipping him into silence as he found himself held like a mouse staring up at a snake. In the distance, he could hear the strain of a voice calling his name as if he was caught underwater. That voice sounded so familiar. And it sounded like it was crying.

And then, it was gone. Air burst into his lungs as the sharpened sensation disappeared from around his throat. The music came roaring back to life, nearly deafening him as he set the the glass down onto the counter, using his newly freed hand to steady himself with the hard surface.

The woman, in turn, just smiled.

It’s okay, he repeated, ignoring the smaller voice that contradicted his own thought.

No, it’s not.

“Well, you’ve come to the right place to forget him for awhile,” Gajeel said, aware of the way his voice wavered as if he’d just run a marathon. All he needed to do was get their conversation back on track. If he got her her drink, she could leave, and then he could slip out to catch his breath. Her eyes glowed with the red light, her gaze becoming amethyst mired in blood as she replied.

“I hear you make a great cocktail.”

Another breath.

It’s okay.

No, it’s not.

“You’ve heard right,” he said with a smile, aware that it would probably look more like a grimace. If she noticed the way it hadn’t quite touched his eyes, she didn’t say anything.

“I’ll take a Blue Princess.” Flicking her hand through the air with the same flourish of the royalty she seemed to embody, she gave her order with feigned nonchalance. Even with the thick covering of indifference, he could still hear the hint of something else. Quickly fishing out the alcohol and mixers needed to create the drink, Gajeel filled her glass with the swirling blue liquid.

Setting it before her gently, he took the money she had set before him.

“Keep the change,” she soothed, licking across her bottom lip as she grabbed the drink. Running a finger across the rim, she regarded it with a strange fire in her eye before she brought it to her lips. With a quick flick of her wrist, and a tip of her head, she threw it back, nothing but ice clinking against the glass when she dropped it back on the counter.

It’s okay.

No, it’s not.

“It was good seeing you, Gajeel.” Carefully stepping down from the barstool, she fixed him with a final smile touched by razorblades and ice. Turning away, she started to make her way towards the crowd of swaying bodies, throwing her last words over her shoulder before she disappeared amongst them.

“Thank you for the drink.”

It wasn’t until much later, after he had disappeared into the supply closet under the pretense of needing more glasses, after settling the spinning feeling that had left him reeling, and after he’d returned home from the bar more exhausted than usual, that Gajeel realized something.

It was good seeing you, Gajeel.

The sound of the deadbolt sliding into place a loud click in the otherwise silent apartment.

He hadn’t told her his name.

Vibrations erupted from his pocket as his phone went off with a message alert, sending his heart up into his throat as he grabbed it. Across the screen, he saw Levy’s name, and accompanying it was a simple line of text.

Hey, can we meet up? I was hoping we could talk.

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