#i let her sister die and she wont pay me like

[ganondoodle]

actively fighting a full blown panic attack born out of sadness and anger after having to drive by yet another victim on the side of the road

it makes me livid how accepted it is to just let cats suffer and die disgustingly horrid deaths and live awful short lives just so what, for what?? so you dont have to play with them for an hour a day??? when i was little it was just kinda normal that they disappeared at some point, i didnt understand what it actually meant until our outdoor cat i loved dearly was found in the bushes near our house in a condition so horrible my dad has never told me and i have never dared to ask, she only made it to 6 and had horrible scars and infections before that i allowed my family to convince me to let my first own cat outside, we only had her for a year, she died at only 2 years old, i am still suffering from the guilt, it has never let me go, she went missing for a week and i walked the entire vilage up and down every day, yelling her name, wandering into the forest alone, talking to every stranger i met until one morning my mom told me that our neighbour who works for the city asked if we had a white cat with a very specific collar she had- he found her on a busy road crossing in the next bigger city, i never even got to bury her, its haunting me, the thought of her wandering lost and scared in the city for a week until meeting an awful end gives me headaches, the fact that i was the last one to see her alive, that i put her outside bc we were late for school and had to leave quickly, that she had come home with oil in her fur from crawling through maschines and cars before, that i was worried but still didnt act, that it is my fault, any time i am up to late its coming back, it will never let me go, if i had stood my ground and not allow her outside unless on a leash or similar shed still be alive today, any time i read a description at our local shelter it comes back, they still advocate for outside cats, all of them, even if they have only been an indoor one before, its madness my older sister had a cat, i dont even know how old he got but it wasnt long either, he got hit by a car in front of their house, she has two now again and the only reason she hasnt let them outside is because they havent shown much interest in it, i tried to warn her before and she didnt listen and shes still resistent, even after losing one too

i have seen so many on the side of the road, anywhere i drive i see them, i cannot forget a single one, we are surrounded by farm land and all its giant maschinery, its still common to poison rodents, why do people value them so little, you wouldnt let your dog just live outside in the woods and streets for half the day or more, you wouldnt just throw your guniea pigs on the road and tell them have fun, you wouldnt just let your bird roam outside, there probably assholes that do that too but you cannot tell me its as common as outside cats

i dont understand it, i dont, i wont, i never will, i will never forgive myself this poor little animal that was my responsibility having to pay the price of my ignorance, or my own weakness letting my family convince me despite the awful way we lost one before, it makes me want to explode it hurts my brain in grief and anger i can barely contain

cats deserve to live a safe and long life, i get only having them inside may feel like you are locking them up, but do you think that not doing so is worth having them die a painful death? being poisonend? on purpose even by disgusting people that hate them? abused and chased by other animals and dogs? hurt and lost? cutting their lifespan in half? if they even make it that far? the amount of wildlife that they kill unnecessarily so when all of that is already in a steep decline everywhere? and if they eat what they hunt get infected with diseases or again, poison? die somewhere in agony? if cared for they dont care about going outside, plenty can be leash trained or given a secure way to roam like those cat proof aviary like things, if you dont want to put effort into caring for a cat DONT GET ONE, ALL pets require adequate care, and if you think cats are the easiest bc you only have to feed them every now and then IF they come home? you suck, you are an asshole, i hate you and you do not care about them, if you just want to occasionalyl feed and pet an animal go to the petting zoo

(this is about pet cats of people who can absolutely afford to keep them healthily inside, i know feral cats and those in poor neighbourhoods are a thing, even if not here where i live, and thats a whole other but still similar problem and not the point of this post)

[dailyandrewandaaron]

“ how many have you killed? “ katelyn asked. it was out of curiosity not horror 

“ oh, I stopped counting that long ago -” andrew laughed but his laughs were getting less and less genuine .  It wasnt as funny as he was pretending it was. "does that upset you? Are you going to cry again"

“ you can drop the act Andrew”

“ -and you can drop yours katie” 

“ I don’t know what you mean?  “ katelyn said frowning slightly like she didnt understand. 

“ I think you do. your smarmy little good girl act  might work on Aaron but you dont fool me I know  exactly what you are  ,you fucking bitch”

she still pretended confusion until he named her  “Amanda. sarah.  wesninski.  " 

she let her face harden and tapped her  foot  “ I know what you are too!” she exclaimed jabbing her finger at him “ andrew joeseph minyard – youre dying. – .youre a   dead man on your feet right now –still think youre a match for me? "

“ I beat you before  ”

“ I let you . I didn’t want Aaron to know about me“

“im more than capable" 

 she shook her head  “youll  never stop fighting will you –youll never let go – but you cant hold it off forever. youre not that strong andrew . youre  going to die you know you are and youre so scared  “

“ Im not scared of dying “

“ no, not that." she agreed" its them youre  scared for  – your brother and mine –   If you go theyll be nobody left to protect your little family - although my family too so maybe -

“ No ,You cant have them . theyre mine “

she clapped her hands together gleefully ��thats why youre clinging on so hard ,  im right aren’t I ? and they don’t know ,do they ? you didn’t tell them -  and youre never going to – oh, but thats  so sad!  they going to lose their protector and they  don’t even know it  “

“ theyre  not going to lose me  “

“ are you sure about it ? it’s a nasty way to go … you want that for them ? you wont  know who they are ,in the in end – you wont know who you are – youll only want to eat , eat and eat  and eat and you wont care what- or who –? it would be better for you – and for them, to go before you get to that stage

“ im not going to end up like that,”

“ thats what they all say . They all think they strong enough but none of them are. youll be the same. if it comes to it - “

“Ill start with you” andrew stated 

“youre funny” Amanda faked a giggle  “ i almost see why my brother kept you around ”

“ you lied to us . you lied to Aaron” 

“I love him” 

“I never said you didn’t.  but you owe me truth, Tell me something true , dearest sister in law “

“I love him “ she says again

“ something else – give me a secret – pay  me my due”

“ im not a natural red-head “ she says

“ Dont test me ! “

“or what? – what exactly are you going to do ,weve been through this before haven't we?”

“ refresh my memory” andrew insisted 

“ you want a secret ? ill give you one - it was me - im the one that  killed you “

“ you did a shit job of it “ he said coldly but he fingers instinctively moved to gash on his head following it down to the space where his right eye had once been .sometimes he forgot that he had no second eye . other times he forgot that he'd ever had more than one eye.

"I know I know " Amanda says "such a shock ,katelyn isn't the kind of girl to do such a nasty thing, to her own brother in law no less,but ,you know I'm not katelyn. I could've been. I wanted to be ,for Aaron. Katelyn was for Aaron, I gave up everything I am for him because i loved him, i love him,and you ! You were going to ruin it all for us , because you know im Amanda. And because Im Amanda, and ive always been Amanda inside, I killed you for that . Figured it was fair since killed katelyn she was a nice girl, we could've been family, but no. You wouldn't let me have that. I didn't know that you'd come back, but that worked out well for me , that you came back, after , and you said nothing, so there's no andrews dead talk for them ,no sadness for my sweetheart , or for my brother, because youre here, aint ya? so now I get to keep Aaron and , Neil too

he hummed. .“ you did not kill me ,Amanda. I am not dead.” 

she considered that, apprising him “ Maybe not. Not yet, not completely, but youre not alive andrew. You knew that, deep down ,you knew,like you know what is coming for you next, Aaron,he loves you, I could never get him to let go of his devil twin ,but he can't save you, you know that, this is why you wont tell him , because he'll try ,he'll fail and it will break him .he is a good doctor, but , death, undeath, that he can't fix. You want to fight me ,you can do that, but its too late, andrew, I already done it ,I hit you on the head real hard and it killed you, you just didn't realise you arent alive like used to be, you aint the man you were. you kept on going like it didn't even happen and i respect that ,actually , i respect that you won't quit ,but youre not alive, you have not been alive ,truly alive, for a long time, and you know what, my dear brother in law? I like you better this way."

[renjunluvr119]

I’ve always lived for my family never myself. Was gonna die at 16 but wait the family who left you in the system needs help paying bills. So you say okay i will get a full time job and help. But no actually they are buying drugs with said money. Or when you get kicked out of your adoptive home at 18 bc you’re friends were drinking but you weren’t but they wont listen bc you come from a family of addicts. So at 18 you think okay maybe now but then you move in with your birth family bc the older sister you protected in foster care is now pregnant so you move in to take care of her. You raise her kid, she parties, she gets pregnant again and the cycle repeats. All the while you are taking care of your other niece bc her mother is too busy doing drugs and men. To the point where she calls you mother. You get accepted into college finally. How exciting oh but no you must drop out care for them. Then you are 20. You get evicted bc even tho you were giving money to pay bills they weren’t. You move in with a fiend for 3 months when you come back they have lost your niece to the system. This is your fault. Not theirs. Your sister is pregnant again you are working 2 full time jobs while being a full time student to keep your aid. Something has to give. So you drop out again. You are 22 she finally leaves but no now your oldest sister needs somewhere to live. She doesn’t work and she doesn’t clean or help at all but yet she complains. All the while your mother is there latched to you like a leech draining anything you have to give. You almost kill your self get locked away oh but now they have no money you must cut your stay short so you can provide. You are 24 your grandmother moves in from the nursing home bc she wants to be with family. Your sister says she will care for her you don’t have to worry. This is a lie. You are now here primary caregiver. You switch two a weekend job so you can care for her, the only thing you ask of your sister is to care for her on those days as you are working 12 hour night shifts. She cannot as she also has a job. It is October she has lost her job and is going on vacation. You sit and think you almost relapse you almost off yourself. You don’t only bc who will take care of your grandmother. She has done nothing wrong but give birth to your line. She was the one taking care of everyone for years. Now it is your turn. Has been since you were 16. Your sister tells you she is pregnant. There is no room for a child she does not have a job. She can do nothing to help with grandma or the house bc of the baby. You find yourself wishing she doesn’t come to term. You can’t be a mother for the 5th time when you’ve never given birth. You think does this make you a horrible person. Who knows you have long lost the idea of emotions. You have a mega fight you feel nothing the whole time as you try to argue your point. You talk level, she yells over you. You start to remember you turn 25 in December. You had plans to finally give up to finally let them handle to yourself, when your grandmother moved in you decided not too. But this reminds you for what? For why? Maybe i shall stick to my plans. I do nothing for them anyways? Surely she will be fine after i die. But who know i will not be here to see it. Ah December a wonderful month for me. When i was born, when i was taken into the system, when i became a mother to my sisters child. When she got out of jail and everyone forgot about my birthday, the month i spent alone working 10 hour days every day to pay bills and care for them in jail while leaving myself with 100 dollars for two weeks to eat and have gas and essentials, the month i got kicked out from my adoptive family and when i had to drop school. Fitting it should be the month to give me my last big hoorah. But you know… better luck next time i suppose

[geastherat]

screaming about this here because i Need to get this Out

Blood Sport fucks me up in the best possible way, especially hearing Vessel sob through singing it

im gonna put the rest utc cause theres a Lot and its very Emotional (it reminds me of my dead close friend - i thought of her as another one of my sisters, still do - and the guilt i still have 7 years later)

like. the line "i wanna be forgiven" hits the hardest tbh because of how i still blame myself, even with everyone trying to tell me that her death isnt on me in any way, and how desperately i try to 'atone' for it through doing everything i can for my sisters, because i just cant lose anyone else. it ties in with the line "i wanna choke up chunks of my own sins" because, again, i'd do anything to have her back

then the line "tangled with what i never said" reminds me of how, in my mind, i shouldve seen it coming. i shouldve helped her, i shouldve spoken to her more, i shouldve done so many things but i can never take it back cause, yknow. shes dead. and it fits with the line "let me pay for my arrogance, wont you show me your weakness?" because i will spend my entire life trying to fill the void that she left, hoping that i can prevent losing anyone else by begging others to talk to me about their issues

though, the line "and the heavens just wont open up for me" is like a slap to the face because of how i feel like, while i dont believe in an afterlife or any gods, i'd never be let in anyway because i feel like her death is on my shoulders and i'll carry that burden until i die

so yeah. Blood Sport fucks me up but it also reminds me that its okay to cry about it, its okay to feel

[justahopelessaromantic]

Memories (Ch. 5: Denki)

Fandom: My Hero Academia Links to Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, and 6 Summary: They'll probably write memoirs about all this. That or they’ll pay someone else to. When they're all retired top heroes, of course, ready to share their life stories with the public they’ve spent their lives protecting. Who knows? It might even inspire the next generation of crime fighters! Maybe they'll even throw together a neat little scrapbook or something as a class this year and give it to Mr. Aizawa as a gift. For now, it'll just have to settle for rattling around in their brains every once and a while. You know. Like memories do.

Denki remembers the blinding white of the walls

(It’s funny

His memory’s usually shit

why hasn’t it blocked out what happened from his mind yet

The details hard to make out)

They make his vision spin

Blurring everything around him together

God, why is his brain wired this way?

Until it's just him

And her

And the faint ugly mustard yellow of the hallway

Hanging in his peripheral vision

(It seemed so lovely and quaint

When his mother took him to pick out the paint color with him

Wistfully musing over how

If you stare long enough

It almost matched her favorite house in San Juan

But that's where it happened the first time

Now it’s ugly and gross and dirty

like her like him)

The soft cotton of her sweater

Pink, he thinks

Suffocates him

Scratches his face

As he buries his face

Into the crook of her shoulder

He forgets if it’s some desperate grasp at comfort from someone he trusts

Idealizes

Loves in theory

Or just not to look weirder than she says he already is

(And if there really is a loving god

what kind god would do this to some random kid

Who’s protecting him

mama what kind of protection is this

Despite his mind and its repulsive thoughts,

mama why did He send me that sick dream about her

Like mama always says

mama you say i can always come to you if something happened

After she ruffles his hair

mama its happening

Playing with the static electricity it stores,

mama sometimes i play scenarios in my head where i slip up and tell you and i cry and you cry and hug me tight and its nothing like sis’s hugs and you promise to keep me safe from her and but that cant happen cause you would have to know and you cant know you cant you just cant

He won't let Denki remember

mama why wont He let me forget)

Arms are holding him in place close

Hands wandering down his back

Lower and lower and lower and lower and lower and lower andlowerandlowerandlowerandlowerandlowerandlowerandlowerandlowerandlowerandlowera

In a tight, suffocating embrace

tooclosetooclosetooclosetooclosetooclose

Leaving him dizzy and nauseous

His body lingers in her touch of course because this is normal

Resisting the perverse typical urge to squeeze tighter

quit making it weird you fucking freak

(Kaminari doesn’t know much

But he knows hes going to burn for this

He just knows

The knowledge crawls around his brain

Like a cockroach

Making his mother screech

Before she grasps for the broom

Curses it out

Chases it out of the narrow laundry room and into the kitchen

Encouraged by his hysterical laughter and his sister’s giggles and playful eye roll

Textbooks and homework splayed all over the counter

Their backpacks

Their legs

Tangled together

Before he pulled away from her touch)

No one hugs him at U.A.

Maybe its ‘cause they want to die on the battlefield 

In gore and glory

Not by accidental electrocution

(One day Denki will strike himself down

With lightning

From electricity he let fester in the air

And the Lord will get full credit

And his sister will weep)

And what kind of douchebag doesn’t hug his own sister?

what kind of hero freezes in the face of danger

Sharp nails scratch his skin

As he weasels his way out of her grip

Static dances on her skin like her fingers did on his

He spits out a shaky apology

Barely a whisper

She could barely hear him

could mama hear

could she hear him if he screamed

would she want to

Be more careful

She pleads

Runs off to go help with dinner

Down the hall

Out the door

shes in the next room why can he still feel her hands

Like she’s forgotten him already

he wishes he could too

Denki remembers wishing he didn’t have to play nice with adults

With sisters

Like her

Sisters that touch

Denki remembers her

Clear as day

He wishes he could forget

[bishiglomper]

Cannot sleeeeeep. Have to w h i i i i n e

Woke up to stabbies. Been getting these electrical stabs the last couple weeks. Figure its fibro. I dont see why it would be my new pill. But my body picks a spot and then it feels like im being STUNG. REPEATEDLY. Tonight its the opposite spot of my scar's location.

And i hear beeping. I think its bro's alarm. He does not wake up easily. If i tell him to turn it off, he will and go back to sleep.

And the nephew keeps turning on the hallway light.

And I'm obsessing over a niece issue.

Bong water has not been using a litterbox. They're upstairs, i think she just isn't going upstairs anymore.

Conversation with niece went like:

"I picked up 2 piles of poop from bong water last night."

"You can take her back to my apartment whenever you want"

"Are you going to be there?"

"Nope."

"If i bring a litterbox down, will you help me clean it?"

"I dont do the litterbox at MY house."

Bitch. You do not deserve a fucking cat. Or any pet. She killed her rats from neglect.

If i wasnt so against returning poor helpless furbabies to the shelter for insignificant reasons...........

But also we already have FOUR CATS. We were supposed to stop at Cinderbelle. But then Pantera, Pooka and Reno happened....

We cannot own another cat. It's already been a month. If the landlord notices... 😣 We've babysat other animals before but like i said its been a month. Niece doesnt seem to have plans for leaving either. I guess shes fine paying rent for an empty house and just sleeping on our couch forever. If we kick her out, she'll just couch surf. At least her boyfriend is in jail.....ffs

I barely have the executive function to clean MY cats litterboxes, and they're right outside my door. For just this purpose. I'm not gonna be able to do a downstairs one. I cannot tote the container of litter between flights. Just. No.

I dont think i can tell her friend (original owner of bw) to take her because she lives with a toxic af mother and i dont think the situation is safe.

SO, WHAT DO D:

Also the house is so bad. Made worse by now cat shit all over the place. But everyone is really struggling physically, and between the house and our own bodies, our mental health is fucked up too.

Moms stomach is fucked. She does not want to eat. She does. She resorts to junk food when she gets hungry but i cant complain because she wont let us feed her otherwise.

And sissy fucked up her back. I dont know what all shes doing for it but shes done muscle relaxants, back brace and tens unit occassionally. She refuses a heating pad for some reason.

Lately my symptoms are fibro shit, stomach pain, asthma, a strained/tired back, and tachycardia. The tachicardia is the worst because it kicks up when I get up. And eat. It settles down when i rest. Also the asthma. Just going up/down the stairs makes me do this dry throat clearing kind of cough for the next 10 minutes after the tiniest pinch of exertion. And I've woken up gasping a few nights.

Those two need to see some fuckin doctors. Mine can't do anything for me, but at least I jump through those fuckin hoops. I see everyone. All the specialists. I'm trying my best here. I have some major flaws that im sure frustrate the family, but this irritates me that they won't see people.

Mom especially. The only appointments she has are for literal surgical consults and she flaked on ONE situation already. Next one is for somethig else. No idea if she'll ever do anything about her previous issue she needs fixed 🙄😤

And also my sister is going blind and has high blood pressure but won't take her medicine. Her reasoning is because then she'll have to order more and go through setting it up and shit. Executive function issues i guess. Mom has been setting it up and giving it to her but i never remember and sometimes she forgets too.

Like do you know how many pills i take to have some semblance of function and not die? This is also frustrating to see.

I don't know what to do about any of this.

If we got rid of the cat, the niece would disown us. Which honestly, if she werent already riding a fine line of unsafe i wouldn't mind so much, she'd get over it eventually. Once she had the maturity to. 🙄 Because it's not like it would be out of spite. But sissy is on eggshells making sure we dont push her away. Probably into the arms of another halfway house resident. 😒

Uuuhhgggg

[imlosingmyfuckingmindgirl]

past week, jan 8.

well well, it is 2314 at night as im writing this, my one roomie is talking to someone and other roomie is out talking to his friend but was supposed to get me water. fuck him. i seriously love frank ocean. im bout to cry my ass out on white ferrari. first lemme hit nights. past week was FUCKING EXHAUSTING. it was all midsems, every night study while not retaining anything in the morning. sometimes i was completely blacked out on the papers. man i hated this week so much. i think i will score very very poor in this midsem. i dont know how will i face my parents when i tell them my score. im scared, on the big god. im scared as fuck. apart from proff comms, i dont think i will score a decent score on any paper. it was so bad. let's see what happens on 11th as i get fucked from others' reaction. fuck this exam season. apart from that, my parents went to my sister's place to take care of her while she is developing her twins (manifesting is strong here vro). it caught me offguard that they went home, it was so unexpected. but its okay, they are together. she needs them, more than me. and you know i always let go only to find out later that i dont. white ferrari, good times. i don't wanna do this anymore, i think im fucking depressed. i would have not forgiven myself if lexa killed herself that new year's eve night. she told me that she was going to do it. but could not. i dont know if i can save her but i will try my best. i care for her, i fucking do. i fucking care for her as if she were my girl. even though i exist for her only in her mind. she told my she has this college debt and she could not pay it back and how she is a dissapointment and all that negative manifestation. i freed her from all that, all i could. i just dont want her to go out like that. she has been thru it all. i know. she is very brave and i will let her know it. i wont let her die. my backside pains so much as i am typing this. our whole hostel is victimized by covid, i think. everyone is falling sick. gods grace im okay till now. please let me be okay, god. im outchere, drinking mojitos and cokes and shit while these guys are suffering. god i spent reckless today. my fucking tire burst. spend 630 on that. ate some good shit for dinner 175 for that. i been spending like racks. i am guilting myself over it. and i have no remorse. guilt is overrated anyway. i dont know why, i just feel sad. like bruh lemme be happy one night. i just feel like all my family problems are caused by me. i dont feel my emotions unless and until i write them down. now its hitting me. just saw a reel stating that her mom is in depression and it shows her pampering her mother like her own child. just pictured it with my own mom crying and now i cannot sleep. somenights i just wanna cry my eyes out. like soak this pillow wet. If you think about it, it'll be over in no time And that's life. im tired of moving, im tired of aching. i dont wanna do this anymore, i just wanna cry until i die. nicoles new album just came out and i vibed to that while the full moon was out. it was fucking beautiful. i pictured death and its beautiful. i love her. and i dont love people. i love you mom, and dad and my sister. but sorry if i lose some battles. i hope i make it out. peace, tommorow is my music audition plus my physics lab, wish me luck. peace to every crease. -alister.

[gerlat-apreciation]

22, 26, 27, 28 for the witcher asks ;)

Oh so many! Thank you for sending asks!

22. Killing or Spareing

26. Keira or Phillipa

28. Syanna or Annarietta

I always spare who I think deserves it. Monsters who killed to eat or self defense I leave alone, but ones that kill for fun I quickly end em. Humans are the same way. I like to think witchers walk the line between human and monster, keeping each side safe from the other

Ooooo I never really thought much about these two, I like them both equally as women and mages but if I’m gonna be completely honest, I like Keira more, for me I saw her a bit more and her sassy charm that still shows she cares is so great! She’s also really into fairy tails and that’s great. so. cute.

Easily done. Syanna. I understand why she blackmailed the beast even if it was a litttle stupid, I’ve always loved the curse of the black sun because again, shrouded in mystery. Is it actually a curse or is it because their parents treated them like shit? Anna for me is just, rude and just plain idiotic.

ma’am you are telling a 100 year old Witcher who has fought and learned about things like this since he was 3- that your dogs would do better finding something you know absolutely nothing about.

understandable I’m sorry that you’re that dumb. Give me my money

[bordeleaubeau]

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youruser: happy anniversary dummy<3 the biggest softy i have ever met in my entire life. from sixteen to now, i wish i could tell younger us how much we’ve been through. i’m so so so proud of you and everything you have accomplished luke, and i’m so happy i’ve got to be on the sidelines cheering you on this entire time. you are my entire world, even when you make fun of my singing. or eat my leftovers. or pay more attention to your video games than to me. still, you are my real life prince charming and i couldnt ask for anyone better to do life with. here’s to many more my love🥂✨

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lhughes_06: i love you princess

markestapa: the contrast between their posts is lowkey so funny ↳ dylanduke25: the way everyone wouldve expected y/n to have the super sappy post but it was actually luke ↳ youruser: you guys think hes soft just by watching us interact but its so much deeper than that its kinda funny

fan4: “real life prince charming” brb crying.

fan5: y/n dating 16 year old luke really was her trusting the process ↳ youruser: recognizing potential 💅🏻

lhughes_06: i think my girlfriend just called me ugly ↳ youruser: you looked like a child at sixteen. your glow up is unmatched

jackhughes: our sister in law that isn’t actually our sister in law but has been around so long she’s basically our sister in law

chellseacomar: so cute to see you guys grow up together

_audreyoconnor: just when i thought you couldnt get any more adorable i stand corrected:’))

fan6: the. way. he. looks. at. her. @/fan7 ↳ fan7: i want that ↳ fan8: LITERALLY TO DIE FOR

brendan.brisson: so like can i call best man or ↳ jackhughes: fight me

ellenhughes: again, we love you so much honey. check your text messages!

fan9: omg we’re gonna get date night content 🤩

kentjohnson.13: no children making please @/lhughes_06 ↳ lhughes_06: i would do no such thing ↳ youruser: kj love u dont make me think about babies ↳ youruser: baby fever>:) ↳ jackhughes: NO

[millenniumbreak]

Chine Mix

Clips from: Friends at the Table - Sangfielle

Song Used- Dawn Chorus by Cosmo Sheldrake

Spoilers for Ep. 49 of Sangfielle

Links: Duvall | Marn | Pickman

Transcript below the cut

[Audio Description begins:

Art (as Duvall): Hey Chine, how’s it going?

Dre (as Chine): (noise of exertion) Good, how are you?

Art (as Duvall): mm. I’ve been better. My job wasnt what I thought it was.

Dre (as Chine): Oh what did you think it was?

Art (as Duvall): I thought we were like explorers.

Dre (as Chine): Y’know now that you’re saying this i dont think I knew what our job was.

Art (as Duvall): It definitely wasnt this that you’re doing now.

Dre (as Chine): Oh thats true, but like you said, we’ve been let go.

Art (as Duvall): so it was professional courtesy that was keeping you from doing things like this before?

Dre (as Chine): mm. No. Uh, I would say a lack of purpose.

-CUT-

Dre: I would like to add the minor, vessel, which is, you let the energies of the course wash through you and fill you with glory.

-CUT-

Austin: Strange, many armed, many legged and yet deeply beautiful to you. I think you specifically Chine have a relationship with bodies that is, there are no amount of limbs this thing could have or not have that would not rend it beautiful to my eye.

-CUT-

Austin (as Alternate Chine): Do you enjoy it? Is- is it good work?

Dre (as Chine): Yeah its uh, y’know, you see the world, meet new people, pay’s alright. It’s never boring.

-CUT-

Dre: And I think I just say

Dre (as Chine): Oh! Hello!

Austin (as a bat-monster): Raaagagh

Jack (as Pickman): It doesnt talk Chine.

Dre (as Chine): Okay that was- yeah that was optimistic. (to the bat again) We’re just passing through is that okay?

-CUT-

Janine (as Es): If it’s any comfort at least two of us definitely wont die.

Austin (as Bucho): She is- she is smaller than the flowers-

Dre (as Chine): (overlapping) What are we-

Austin (as Bucho): (continued) this gives her an advantage it’s true.

Dre (as Chine): That’s true I’d count on me and marn too.

-CUT-

Dre: Chine very much as a character is going to go toe to toe with this thing until either they are dead slash can’t fight or this monster is dead slash cant fight.

-CUT-

Austin (as Sister Marisha): You are not the little child who once ran in the streets arms wide. Not ever since what happened in your garden, no?

-CUT-

Dre: We had talked about how alot of cleavers are people who are just overly curious or reckless and dont know when to stop. And its like you fall down the rabbit hole but you dont realise until you are too far down to get out.

-CUT-

Dre: I ask it

Dre (as Chine): Can you- can you fight?

Ali (as Marn): What?

Austin (as It): Rarrarh

Dre (as Chine): I’m uh. I dunno.

Ali (as Marn): Chine

Dre (as Chine): Yeah?

Ali (as Marn): We have to get outta here

Dre (as Chine): No I want- I asked- I have to- I asked it. I mean it can say no, Im not gonna be disappointed. I’m talking to it! Marn this is- this is- this is the Course.

Ali (as Marn): What

Dre (as Chine): This is the course, this is it.

-CUT-

Dre (as Chine): I can see why she didn’t like the flowers here. Too yellow.

Janine (as Es): I think they’re cheerful.

Dre (as Chine): Eh, you cant trust yellow.

Sylvie (as Virtue): You’re an interesting one Chine.

Audio Description Ends]

[tiens-letters]

with these hands, I vowed to love you

with these hands, I vowed to care for you

and with these hands, I ruined you

Childe (angst)

tw : slight gore and just pure pain

...

It was that time of the year again, going back to the snowy region was a bliss for you. Having to visit your fiancée's family was an unspoken tradition after he introduced you to them. They practically took you in as one of them immediately, especially that little angel brother of his.

Teucer.

The train ride was comfortable , the window giving you the familiar beauty of the snowy landscape of snezhenaya. It was snug inside the rather spacious compartment Childe rented out, even when you told him that you'd rather share a normal one due to your thrifty nature he'd shrug it off, claiming it that he has too much mora and nowhere to spend it on other than you.

Gifts from him would scare you as you knew these weren't anywhere cheap. Everything he gave was expensive, he loved showering you in gifts and it made you feel so overwhelmed.

"Ajax, you're spending too much." you were visibly sweating beside him as he picked out another one of the dresses on display at the local boutique of Liyue.

"I think this one would suit you better, don't you think so love?" of course he wasn't listening, placing the dress in front of you

"Ajax." you frowned at him

" I just want to spoil you." he whines

"I know but sometimes its just..." you stopped yourself before saying anything further in fear of offending him

"Was it too much again?" the tone in his voice softens as he puts back the dress, he knew how you didn't like that habit of his, formed from the first time he saw you down by the docks.

"One dress, Ajax. One is enough since you picked it out for me." you gave in not wanting to see him so dejected, he immediately brightens up as he pecks you on cheek before rushing off to a different aisle of clothing. Sighing, you sat down on the sofa present in the shop, watching the ginger decide thoroughly of what dress to buy.

But of course, your love for one another runs deeper than things bought off gold nor silver. No, it ran deeper than anything else, rivaling the oceanic depths.

"What are you thinking about hmm?" he hums below you, head resting against your lap.

"Im just happy to be visiting again, that's all." you smile, nimble hands brushing through his soft hair "Sleep well?"

"You bet I did." he grins taking your hand and placing a kiss to your beating pulse and then another and another, showering you in his deeply rooted affection. Soon his kisses reached where they are supposed to belong, those soft lips of yours and then inching their way to the sensitive spots on your neck, leaving marks only he can place on you.

Breathless and bothered, you pushed him back "The attendants are gonna see, you idiot." at least you still had some control in you

"They will only arrive when we call them , so its fine to have a little fun before we arrive." there was that sly grin of his as he continued in where you both left off, ears perking to hear more sounds exclusively for him and him only.

"You horny bastard!"

...

It was cozy by the hearth, you and his siblings huddled together in one single fleece blanket, steaming cups of hot cocoa in hand. Childish giggles and hushed stories erupted amongst you. Teucer having wrapped in your arms as he snuggled closer. Anthon and Tonia flanking your sides.

"Hey, who's fiancé do you think you guys are coveting?"

"Oh don't be like that, your siblings just miss them." his mother chided from the couch where she sat, an open book on her lap, she didn't seem to age and always looked so young that at first you were shocked to have been introduced to her.

"But mom, I haven't seen her all day." her son pouts as if he were still a child denied his candy

"Give me a break, you're always clinging onto her you know." his sister rolls those identical thalassic eyes at him "You wont die if you go a day without her."

"Listen here you little---"

"Ajax." you interjected, as much as you enjoy the siblingly banter of theirs, you cant have them going at each other with offensive words. His pleading gaze aimed at you as he practically begged for you both to go home.

"Please?"

"After I put Teucer to bed." you sighed, standing up with the youngest in your arms

"Seriously this guy." his sister groaned "I was having a good time."

"Tonia dear, we can continue our conversations tomorrow." you winked at her, it was a promise

"Fine."

Both of you bid farewell to his mother and made your way towards Teucer's room and tucking him in.

"Happy?" you turned to your fiancée, a narrowed look in your eyes as he grinned beside you

"Of course, sweetheart!" he pecked your lips as he pulled you closer

"Can you not do it in Teucer's room? Have some shame." his siblings' comments were endless, this time it was from his older brother.

"That's why were going home." Childe picked you up as you made a surprised yelp making the other party roll his eyes "Also, get ready to lose tomorrow brother. I'm getting that white deer for my lady."

"I'm looking forward to it."

The walk was short towards Childe's home as he preferred living alone. It was a grandiose manor and you were sure you will never get used to how big it was and filled with such furnitures of the finest quality.

"Well, how was your day darling?" you hummed, arms snaking around his neck

"Oh you wouldn't believe it."

...

It was there.

You felt it in the cold breeze that wafted into the room.

A shift in the flow of the wind, it was different yet familiar at the same time. Leaving the window open as the harsh temperatures of the night climbed and crawled inside. The curtains danced in the turbulent current of the gale, carrying songs only you could hear. Songs that made mountains tremble and build civilizations at the same time.

there was something foreboding, something terrifying and something heavy and dark that devoured anything in its path.

You heard him first before he came in through those doors, that tousled ginger hair of his caked with melting snowflakes in the warm glow of the lamps. His rugged appearance caused by the hunting competition between him and his older siblings induced his worn out state. That soft yet jaded smile of his was what welcomed you as he trudged inside the bedroom, lazily discarding his clothes on the basket for dirty laundry and entering the bathroom for a quick shower.

"why is the window open? " he asks you, sliding inside the warm covers

"I just wanted fresh air ." you smile as you shut the windows and pull the blinds enough for you to see the moon that hung above the sky. Joining him under the covers, you cradled him, his head resting on the crook of your neck. Your hands finding their way into those soft locks of his , entangling them as he hummed softly against you. Those arms of his that held weapons and skin littered with scars both old and new now held you close, so tenderly as if he'd never taken a life before.

"sing me a song, sweetheart. " his queries were simple yet genuine

"of course." you sang until you equated him to a sleeping newborn

It was warm, so warm that you could have mistaken it for a summer afternoon in Liyue, resting on the couch with silken pillows and window showcasing the view of the harbor below. The steaming cups of soothing tea Beidou would brew for you when nights became cold at times she would pay you a visit after trading that would take weeks, months and rarely years.

you slept.

Why is it cold? you wondered, Did Ajax open the windows?

You were blessed by the tsaritsa so such climates shouldn't matter to you.

You woke up.

A shadow was cast over you by the man youve sung to sleep. Virulent blue eyes looked at you with so much abhorrence, for a second you couldnt recognize them and thought it was a stranger to which you were ready to terminate.

"Ajax?" your voice was hoarse, as you slowly lost the feeling in your lips.

He was crazed, still trapped in that dreaming state of his, drifting between experiences. Today was a re-enactment of a memory he would never speak of, not even to you. There were parts of him he'd never tell you, such a soul as yours should never hear.

You choked and coughed as the metallic taste of mortal ichor filled your throat. How could you have not felt anything earlier? Was it because of your futile attempts to coax Ajax back into reality or was it because of the numerous thoughts your mind came up with to he answer as to why he is in such a virulent state. Excruciating pain filled your whole body as you writhed and struggled under his grip. It felt as if something was being ripped out of you.

"Ajax, darling come back to me." you cried, it took so much to even utter a word as you bled out, you know not where but you could feel it. The liquid vital for your survival was seeping out of you, flowing like a lazy river on an autumns day, only that it was warm, sticky and addicting.

"Ajax?" a hiss comes from that mouth, he cringes as you freed your numb hands to hold his face and he let you, seeing as to there was no point in stopping you as you dangerously danced on a tight rope of life and death. You couldn't tell in that delirious disposition of yours if his eyes were shifting between Ajax or the primal eyes of a beast hunting its prey.

It wasn't too late was it?

But why didn't your eyes meet his?

Who snuffed out all the lights?

"I've abandoned that name a long time ago."

The cold took over you completely, freezing you until you broke under his touch with words left dying in your ichor filled lips

and then fear was the last thing you felt.

fear that he might not return to his sweet, charming self.

fear that he will curse everything in his path.

fear that he might attempt to use different various methods to bring back what was lost

and fear of his ruination.

you care not for your death, even in your last minutes of life, you dare not blame him for what he's endured so far. only wishing he never had to experience such in the first place.

This is what the wind warned you about in its lullaby.

...

Childe woke up for the second time.

Oddly more worn out than the day before, but your songs always worked, how come? . He wondered if you left to make breakfast as the covers felt empty as he reached out for you. No, you were a late riser, always having to slumber in the middle of the warm covers of the bed you both share. It was he who mostly did the cooking in the morning. So your presence gone was a displacement in the moment of his waking.

His eyes had to adjust to the view of the room as he sat up, a yawn escaping his lips as he called for you. The pitter-patter sound of the water on the bathroom tiles were non-existent as he strained his ears to hear for any trace of you.

"What..." he was confused as to why the room was trashed, furniture broken in half and strewn about the room, the drapes shredded and laying on the floor and the mirror shattered to pieces, shards sharp enough to cut through skin yet he slept through such a thing?

his first concern was your safety as you had not been present in the room and it him.

the heavy stench of blood lingered in the air. His enjoyment for such things turned into something suffocating because blood was never shed in his own home nor in his very room. In the state of confusion, something dark caught his peripheral vision. A large blemish in the covers beside him, it was dyed a deep dark crimson and he knew well what it was. He began to shake in worry, telling himself not to panic until he finds you safe. All he could remember was you singing him to sleep, held captive in your soft arms, encased in your warmth, so how did it come to such a morning that looked like a result of a monster's tantrum. He calls out for you, his bare feet on the floor as splinters punctured them and he didnt care. he had to find you.

The hallways looked haunting, the portraits on the walls taunting him and he swore he was going lose it if he hadnt found you sooner, every room was achingly vacant and it felt like a dream. He calls for your name again in a frenzy as he rushes through the place, had the mansion been this big? he thinks as he runs down the stairs.

There in the fireplace, the dying embers of fire lit from the night before, wood giving away and turning into coal as the burning smell mingled with similar stench that engulfed the bedroom, the same dark liquid on the sheets was present as well, only that it was painted into the wall and bled down creating a cascading waterfall.

Because there you were, with arms spread out as if welcoming each and every sinner for solace and blessing them with forgiveness, the drying mortal ichor behind you creating a halo. Your lips upturned into something soft as if you'd do anything disgraceful to keep the effeminacy on a soul lost to ruin.

an angel crucified.

that oh so heavenly face of yours could rival anything beautiful, even statues would crumble under you, nations would go to war for you and bodies of those who want you would turn into a throne built for you and you only. You were immortally ethereal even in death.

Ajax, dear sweet Ajax felt his legs give away, energy having siphoned from him as he trembled so much that it could rival the mountains when they shook. Thalassic eyes, wide blown into grief, anguish and all other emotions crashed against him like strong waves that could drown anyone caught up in it. He knelt as pain spread through him like wildfire, burning, scorching and killing. Agonized cries filled the room and if someone were to pass by, they couldve mistaken it for a dying animal. He gasped and choked on his own breath as he dared to look at you, the tears freely flowing from his eyes, down to his pale cheek and finally falling off his trembling chin to be hungrily absorbed by the carpeted floor that was also tarnished by ichor.

He felt crazed as he wept and in that moment of insanity, he remembered. That most disgusting sin he's ever committed that he should never be pardoned for in the life he has right now and the next ones he will be in. Through the blur of tears, he saw his hands and he wished he didnt.

Sullied hands befitting a murderer.

He screams into the ground, doubling over as his hands find their way into his hair, gripping it and ripping out those jacinthe locks of his. He could never forgive himself now and he never will. He wails out loud until his own throat collapsed into a croaking mess.

and then he couldnt find himself no longer.

The sand of time seemed to trickle down slowly. His eldest siblings came looking for him, to continue the hunt. A once peaceful encounter turned into a nightmarish reality as they witnessed their brother rocking back and forth with you gingerly wrapped in his arms, mumbling your name. Lips pressed to your forehead as he prayed and begged for forgiveness over and over in hushed torn whispers as if it were enough to bring you back and cover that gaping hole in your abdomen.

"What did you do?"

...

"Brother, when are they coming back?"

Oh darling Teucer, innocence reflecting off his eyes as he tugged on his brother's sleeve. The toy you gifted him clutched tightly at his side.

"I dont know kid, their mission was sudden so its best to wait. Can you do that Teuc?" the truth about you was kept behind closed doors, only adults can speak of and if they did, it took time to keep the conversation smooth and off of any grief nor sadness when your name reached their tongue. The younger ones would never know until the time is right. When everything was taken care of and hearts moved on. 

Your funeral was held in secrecy yet was it was grand. Something that would hold the significance of your memories with them. It was beautiful, your favorite flowers lined along your coffin, and you. Looking ever so ethereal even when death has kissed you, clad in that dress Childe bought for you. 

"uh huh!" the youngest ginger nodded eagerly and skipped away as the eldest sighed into his hands, the pressure weighing heavily on his shoulders as he worried more and more about his younger sibling. Another memory, a mind broken and a his soul withering. was there any way to save him? 

Days seemed to go by as any glimpse of the man was scarce. Until one day they ceased to see him altogether. It started at lunch, a week after the funeral when it took everyone to coax him into eating more as he lost weight  and trickled down to a whole day. Cooped up in his room, clinging to a pillow with the fading scent of you. and then he was gone, like a snowflake melting upon ones forehead. They grew anxious and thought of the worse until they caught wind that he was back in Liyue from one of the agents only then were they allowed to breathe a little better. 

"Childe, what finds you here?" the calm tone of the geo archon's voice broke him out of his trance

"Have you seen my fiance?" Zhongli blinks at the question of the harbinger, he knew what befell you and yet this man before him seemed clueless enough as to what he committed. How Childe did what he did, he seemed to sympathize with in a way that would make him understand his behavior. 

" I have not." he couldnt bring himself to tell this man the truth. Perhaps he was sparing him, spearing that mind of his into spiraling down into nothingness and a heart that was held by a thin piece of thread. "Perhaps it is better to enjoy yourself while you wait for them." 

To deviate oneself from the loss might be the best way Childe right now until his mind is ready to accept the torment of the heavy truth that would slew this man. 

"I see. " he smiles and yet it feels so empty to Childe, the reason? He wouldnt know or atleast his mind wouldnt allow him to know 

"Ill see you around then Xiansheng." 

Everything that he portrayed lacked and all he could do as he's always did. 

...........

i had to.

I hope yall would get Childe :)

[levis-pink-tea]

Traitor

Chapter 1

summery: after training to inherit the female titan you decided to go through with running away from Malrey but when Reiner wont go with you you decide to go alone.

You never thought about leaving Marley, at least not by yourself. Reiner was supposed to go with you; that was always the plan until now. 

As the rain picked up, so did your sobs. "Reiner please you promised me you'd go with me" you cried holding on to both his hands. He was so cold but not from the rain that you both were standing in but he was simply a cold person at the moment. 

"Stop being like this Y/n.. you know I can't go with you" he pulled his cold hands out of your small warm ones. If you were near any house he knew your sobs could be heard by everyone. 

You couldn't understand why he was being like this. He promised so long ago that you'd go together. "You promised!" You shouted at him as you wiped away your tears. "You said you'd go with me, Reiner what changed?!" 

The silence that followed your question was so beyond painful. You knew why he wouldn’t go right? “Y/n'' he paused for a moment as he questioned how to say this without hurting you any further. “I’m inheriting the armored titan, that's a really big deal. I can’t go with you, I need to be here with my family” He said as he turned and began to walk away. “Even though I want to I can’t” you couldn’t hear the last part even if he wanted you to.

Your tears began to stream down your cold cheeks again. “Renier please I’m supposed to get the female titan. Why does it matter if you get the armored!!” you paused to see if he'd respond. “Reiner please..We're supposed to go together..” you choked out as you tried to stop the tears. You only began to cry harder when he kept walking. “Fine!! I’ll go alone then!” You screamed at him before running back to your home. 

He didn’t believe you’d actually run away but you did. A week later when Reiner was walking past your home to go see Annie and Bertholdt he heard your mother screaming your name and a young Colt Grice trying to help find you. “Colt what’s going on?” he asked the small boy.

The young boy looked up to the taller boy with tears running down his cheeks “They haven’t been able to find Y/n since yesterday” he cooked out between sobs.  Colt loved you. You always babysat him so in his eyes you were like a sister.

Reiner pulled the young boy into a tight hug. “Hey hey it’s okay they’ll find her she’ll be alright” he whispered to the boy as he carried him to your mother. You actually left Marley. God he hoped you’d be okay. “Hey what’s going on?” he asked your mother.

“She’s gone Reiner! My daughters gone tell me you know where she is” your mother wished he knew or that he would tell her. “One of our Warriors is gone, one that you love, tell me where she is please.” She broke down in tears as she held on tightly to one of your coats.

“I don’t know where she is, I'm sorry…” he said as he dried colt tears trying to ignore his own that were starting to slip. He did know he just couldn’t tell anyone that's the least he could do after not going with you. If they found out you snuck on a Marley ship they might have killed you. He didn’t even know if you were alive. 

A few days later the Marley ship you had snuck on landed and you found your way to the walls. Having grown up in Marley and trained to be a titan shifter you knew how to survive in the unfamiliar land. It took you three days to reach the walls. You were dehydrated, starving and hurt when you collapsed outside the walls. to your luck you collapsed when titans were not active and the survey corp was getting back from an expedition. 

“Erwin Levi come here!” You heard a voice call from beside you. You were too weak to open your eyes or move much but you could tell it was a woman's voice.“Look, a kid made it outside the walls!”

You heard the sound of two people landing close to you. “She's extremely hurt. We should take her to Grisha and look for her family.” said one of the men. He sounded older than the women and much more serious. “Levi come here” he said as you forced yourself to open your eyes just a little all you could see were the wings on their backs. Those wings brought you hope and made you feel safe. Maybe it was those three voices as well but the sight of the wings brought you hope.

“Lets just take her to Grisha. I doubt she has parents considering she's outside the walls. We would have been told if any parent lost their child that knew how to escape.” the other man said. You felt thick arms pick up your small body “she's probably really young maybe 10” that was the last thing you heard before pain and tiredness took over you. 

Hours later you began to wake up slowly. When you had been brought to Grisha Yeager you had a lot of injuries. You were dehydrated, had a sprained ankle, a broken rib and a few cuts that needed stitches. As you began to wake up you felt the pain from the rib that you had broken but also how dizzy you were from the dehydration and hunger. 

“Y/N don’t” a voice said from across the room. It was a familiar voice but one you haven't heard in years. The man brought over a bowl and a glass of water for you. “What were you thinking coming here”

You opened your eyes slowly. You didn't recognize the dimly lit room you found yourself in. you looked around for a moment before your eyes settled on the man that was standing a little far from you. It took a moment for your vision to focus but as it did you were able to make out the features of the man “doctor Yeager?” your voice was weak and scratchy. You were very little when you met the doctor but your home back in Marley had many photos in it and a few were of you and Grisha when you were a baby. You had few memories of him but knew his voice.

He helped you sit up and handed you the cup of water. “I'm surprised you know who I am. What are you doing here? Do you have the other shifters with you?’ he asked, trying not to overwhelm you with questions but god he had so many. He knew you, Reiner, Bertholdt and Marcel were going to be inheriting titans so he was confused as to why only one of you was there and why so early. 

You looked away and stared at your bruised hands “it's just me. I don't have a titan either. I ran away but no one would go with me.” the thought if Reiner betraying you like he did hurt so much. It felt like having your heart ripped out. 

Grisha sighed and handed you the bowl “here eat something. Well you didn't surfer anything too bad. You'll be all healed up in a month or so. Did you bring anything with you?” you shook your head no “okay that's fine i'll get you some clothes from Mikasa. Why'd you leave marley though” 

You couldn't remember why you wanted to run away but you knew you did want to. “I didn't want to be some weapon to the people who turned my dad into a titan. I didn't want to die young” you felt tears fall down your cheeks and whipped them away. You took a bite of the food he had given you in hopes of it preventing your sobs from slipping past your lips. You missed your friends and your mom so much now.

“Do you know who saved you today?”

You paused for a moment and started to remember those blue and white wings. “The people with the blue and white wings on their backs right?” the wings on the back of the capes they wore was the only thing you really remembered about them but those wings saved you. 

“Yes, the wings of freedom. They are part of the survey corps. If you stay here, I want you to join them” he said as he put away bandages and everything he used to heal you. “Those wings are something i hope to see on your back soon to”

“Dad, the scouts are back!” a young boy yelled down to his father. 

Grisha wrapped a blanket around your shoulders “okay thank you Eren will you and Mikasa come keep her company while i speak to them? And have her bring some spare cloths”  he said walking to the door and letting the two children in to the room “i'll be back” 

After he walked away a young girl with long black hair handed you a neatly folded stack of clothes. “Here” she said as she walked to the young boy with brown hair. You said thank you quietly and changed when they walked out of the room to let you change.

Upstairs grisha greeted the three scouts who brought you to him. “Is there any chance you can water her doctor Yeager? '' Erwin asked. They didn't know anyone who wanted a child. It was another mouth to feed and most of the people around Shiganshina didn't want to deal with that. 

“I can't take her. I'm sorry Erwin but can i in trust her to the scouts? She's a strong child who obviously spent days beyond the walls and only the four of us know that but she's clearly very smart and she could be a good scout.” Grisha asked the three in front of him.

Levi sighed, shaking his head “We're soldiers not babysitters. How are we going to care for a child?” he asked. He was already annoyed that this was happening; he didn't want to care for a child. No one in the scouts did.

“I'll do what I can to care for her and I'll even pay for her food for a while but my condition is that she joins the scouts early. She could be a good asset.” Grisha said looking at Hange and Erwin hoping they'd agree with him. 

“Well I think we should do it not any child can survive beyond the walls. She's obviously a strong child. She can help me study titans!” Hange said and Erwin and Levi knew that sparkle she had in her eyes. There was no backing out now. They four agreed that by the time you were 12 that you'd be joining the scouts way earlier than anyone. 

When you came from the room you were met by three soldiers, two men and one woman. “Hello Y/n I'm Hange Zoe, these are my friends Erwin and Levi!” she chirped pointing to the blonde and then then the shorter man with black hair. “Um hi” you said to the three. “So tell me Y/n how'd you get out of the walls?” Hange asked as she walked with you to their horses.

What were you supposed to tell her? That you're from another island and get yourself killed? “I don't really remember it's all foggy.” you said not making eye contact so none of them knew the truth. “I only remember the three of you saving me”

“That's alright you were very weak when we found you.” the tall blonde said giving you a soft smile. His voice and smile brought you a lot of comfort as well.

All the way back to headquarters you talked Hange and rode on the back of her horse. Every Once in a while Erwin would chime in and talk to you as well. He was surprised you survived so long beyond the walls after a while you looked over  to the shorter man and whisper to Hange “is he okay he seems mad” you asked tightening your hold on her waist. “Oh he's fine, that's just his face” she said trying not to laugh “watch it four eyes” Levi said shooting her a mean scare. You couldn't really tell if they were friends or enemies. 

A few months later you were at the scout headquarters training when wall Maria fell. When you were told the news it felt like your heart had dropped to your stomach. You hoped Eren, Mikasa and Carla were alright. They were your dearest friends.  The scouts had just returned from outside the walls. You weren't allowed to go with them so you were stuck at headquarters wondering if your beloved friends were alright. Erwin seemed so distant that day but he was like that anytime they had lost that many scouts but the fact he couldn't help those beyond wall rose hurt as well.

That night you overheard someone from the garrison describing what the titans looked like and how strong they were.  It wasn't hard for you to figure out it was your dear friends Annie, Reiner, Bertholdt and Marcel. It made you sick thinking you were supposed  to be part of that mission. You tried to hide your sobs as you walked back to your room but Hange heard you like she always did and brought in hers and tried to comfort you the best she could without asking questions. It was easier not to ask sometimes when it came to you.

You got persimmon from the commander to go look for your friends the next day and when you did you soon learned that Carla was eaten by a titan and Eren watched. Armin and Mikasa had survived with very minor injuries. You couldn't imagine that but at the same time you could. Your father was turned into a titan when you were a baby but you couldn't remember that. Your pain wasn't like the pain Eren was feeling; it was very different.

Over the next two years you finished training,went on missions with the scouts, and helped Hange study titans. She and Erwin kept you by their sides constantly. You helped Erwin with plans quite a lot and you helped Hange do research. When it came to Levi most of the time you two spent around one another was training, helping him clean or trying to assist with plans.The three of them were like your parents. You had thought that you'd have to actively try to avoid those you knew from Marley but you found yourself busy enough that you didn't need to actively avoid them.

It had been two years since the fall of Wall Maria and it was Eren, Mikasa, and Armin's first day in training. “Shatas is just going to try and intimidate you so don't take it personally okay guys?” you said fixing your jacket and shirt. “He won't intimate me. I doubt he's that scary.” `Eren said. “Oh Eren, you're in for a treat”you said. You heard Shatas yell your name and you waved goodbye to your three friends and ran off to him. Erwin asked you to help with training today since he and Hange didn't have anything for you to do. 

“Why'd she get to join early? Isn't she the same age as us?” Armin asked as he walked beside his two friends. “I know she's told me before but I still don't understand.”

“I think she said it was special orders from commander Erwin, '' Mikasa said, moving her hair behind her. You were the youngest scout out there and one of the strongest too. The three of them took their spaces in the line up as did everyone else. You and shatas walked over to the group as he began his grilling introductions of everyone. He really was rough on the recruits. You winced a little when he headbutted Jeans and when you saw Connie salute wrong.  Shatas shouted your name “what did Springer do wrong?” he asked loudly. You fixed your poster and did the same salute “he did the salute on the wrong side sir your heart isn't on your right side” you said before looking over to some of the recruits. “Be more like that young scout Springer” he said walking to the next person.”

A familiar pair of brown eyes found their way where you stood. You had gotten taller since the last time he had seen you your hair had changed quite a bit too. All he could think about was how beautiful you looked. You could feel the pair of eyes staring daggers into you and looked over to where it felt like the person was. Your eyes meet his brown ones. Reiner was the last person you wanted to see. He shouldn't even be standing in those spots. Annine and Bertholdt shouldn't be with him either yet here they are. One staring at you and the other two looking straight ahead at Shatas.  You looked away from Reiner as fast as possible. You felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest from how anxious you were. 

“Y/n make sure that Kirstein and Springer aren't hurt” 

“Yes sir”  You walked over to the two boys as he began to grill a girl who was eating a potato. You'd find out that night her name was Sasha. You helped Jean up first “is your head okay?” you asked as you checked the small lump that was now growing on his head. Jean nodded and tried not to stare at you as you helped Connie up. “What about you are you okay?” Connie nodded “yeah i'm good that just hurt a little.”

“I'm Y/n. I'm in the scout regiment. If you have any questions or anything, ask me. I'm a lot nicer than Shatas'' you whispered the last part to the two boys and walked back to your spot after you checked on Armin. 

After Shatas had pretty much grilled everyone Reiner had realized he finally had the chance to talk to you after these past few years. He began to walk towards you. Bertholdt had tried to tell him not to, Annie wanted to try and stop him but it wasn't her business but she had to admit she missed you too so maybe it wasn't that bad of an idea to let Reiner talk to you. As he began to approach you a woman called out your name “Y/n!! I've come to steal you back for a little while”

You laughed a little, “Hi Hange, does the commander need me?” you asked as you walked to her, completely passing Reiner not giving him a chance to speak to you. You didn't want to talk anyways, you were still processing that he was there and that those three killed half of humanity. After you had seen them you had guessed Marcel didn't make it. 

“Actually both me and the commander need you for a moment” Hange said as you waved goodbye to Eren and Armin. You walked with Hange and said goodbye to Shatas. She sure did seem to have good timing. You didn't know if you would be able to keep your cool with Reiner. You had spotted him out of the corner of your eye.

You did the best you could to avoid him after he joined the cadets. Being a scout you didn't really have to try all that hard you were either on expeditions or you were helping the captains or the commander. When you had free time you were with your friends. You'd cut Mikasa's hair for her, do what you could to help Eren get stronger and sometimes you could be found reading with Armin. Being friends with those three meant you made friends with some of the other cadets like Connie, Sasha, Jean and Marco. Sometimes you'd cut Connie's hair or you'd train with Jean and show him some really beautiful spots. When you were found with Jean Marco was there too.

After about six months Bertholdt tried to talk to you again when he found you walking around one day with someone from the scouts. “You should talk to him, maybe you guys could patch things up” Bertholdt said as he handed you some of an apple he cut up. The two of you were sitting somewhere out of sight but not too far away so that you could watch the sunset. 

You shrugged a little and took the apple slices “I don't want to talk to him right now. I still can't forgive him” you said, looking up at the sky. You always loved the sun sets in Paradis. They were far more beautiful than the ones in marley. “Talking to you is hard to but him it seems impossible to talk to him.”

Berhtoldt knew you didn't forgive Reiner. You made that very clear by how you acted when you ran into the cadets and ignored the three of them. It was just better that way for now. You still loved the tall blonde deeply but how can you forgive someone for what he did? As a child you always held promises close to your heart so when reiner refused to go with you that was one of the worst acts of betrayal.

 “At least keep talking to me okay.”

You nodded, taking another apple slice from the boy “okay but don't tell Reiner I'm not ready for that yet.”

[mogai-sunflowers]

(Thank you! Btw i dont rly care if you post this or delete it./gen. My in laws suck and dont care if they get covid.)

So my in-laws are truckers and they drive all over the country. They are white and super like pro-trump anti-vaxx " lets go brandon" types, they know that I'm native, a leftist and lgbt. They also know that i have an autoimmune disease and getting my vaccination has been a complicated process so i havent been able to get it yet. They refuse to get vaccinated. Lovely. They only get to come to our town once every 2 months because of their job.

So i have a nephew( for clairfication, his parents are like 19, im 20. They are very young parents so im not some creeper 30 yr old in ur inbox nfjsjd) who is only 6 months old. He recently contracted covid because his dad, my gfs brother, is anti-vaxx and his mom is complacent with his care. They recently went to Florida and north Carolina with basically no masks so its really a draw of the hat where my nephew got it. I really respected his mom, my sister in law, until recently as a result of her carelessness. My nephew could very well die.

Now heres the thing, you'd think that if you travel across the country and your life depends on your work, you wouldnt want to spend a week around a covid-positive 6 month old? Not my in laws! They've been around him for 2 days straight.

Now i wouldn't really give a shit about this and i still really dont cause they are like 40 and can make their own health decisions. What i dont like is the passive aggression they have towards me and my gf for wanting to stay seperated and make our own health decisions. My autoimmune disorder is disabling, i cant get sick or i could die. My gf is our our only source of income and her work makes her stay home for 3 days if she shows any sign of any illness so she cant get sick or we wont be able to pay our bills. Not to even mention that we share a bathroom with her parents and her brother and i only started getting a cold once they showed up. I swear if they gave me covid-

Im upset cause not only are they being irresponsible with their own health, they are also putting my 6 month old nephews health at even more risk( if they didnt cause the risk to begin with-) but also are attempting to put me and my gfs health at risk. Wtf.

oh jeez anon, i'm so sorry about all of that. i really resonate with the anger at them not caring about protecting others. i'm lucky enough to have caring family members who have the same strong views I do, so i can only imagine having family like that, but that's honestly been one of the hardest things about the pandemic for me, having to go from my naive "love is beautiful the world is beautiful we all care for each other" pov to the reality of "most people don't give a shit about protecting others they only care about their own comfort" and i know logically that's not true it's just. hard to know that when you're surrounded by heartless people. so i may not know exactly what that's like for you but i definitely resonate with what you're going through and i'm really sorry it's been so tough. i wish the best for you and your gf and i rlly hope your nephew pulls through. sending all my love anon /p

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Cut You Down to Size

AYO its Day 1 of the MGI Trope Tussle! I’m representing Team Enemies-to-Lovers! Lets Get It!

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Damigami 5.5K words Oneshot, no warnings apply

Summary:

Alfred signs Damian up for his school's fencing club. There he meets a red clad demon with a sabre.

Day 1 prompt: My name is unimportant— you, tyrant, will die today by my blade.

without further ado:

This was stupid. Damian could not understand Pennyworth’s logic behind signing him up for his school’s fencing club. He was a trained assassin, studying under the world’s greatest swordsmen, and no one at his school would be able to keep up with him. He was miles ahead in terms of technique and experience. So why on earth would he subject himself to this asinine, idle waste of time on a Saturday?

“Remember, young master, it is important to your father that you enjoy hobbies more suitable for others your age. All your other siblings have activities to distract them from the eccentricities of their nighttime activities.” Right, that’s why. Pennyworth spoke as if he were reminding an imbecile how to not walk into oncoming traffic and his tone grated on Damian’s nerves. “Don’t pout, Master Damian, it is unbecoming. Besides, it would make your father proud if you were able to blend in with other teens.”

He most definitely was not pouting but he could agree that making his father proud and not compromising their identities were important. His weary sigh was the only answer he gave to Pennyworth before stepping out of the car and entering the school gym. He squared his shoulders and adjusted the gym bag before striding to the gathering of other students on the mats. They were all in varying degrees of proper white fencing gear, a sharp contrast to Damian’s black uniform. He stood off the side, waiting for the instructor and pointedly ignoring the stares of the other students. Their attention was meaningless and Damian hoped they wouldn’t turn his presence into some spectacle.

The minutes ticked by, and his patience withering away with it, before the gym’s double doors were booming open. In walked the club’s instructor followed by what looked like another school’s club and instructor trailing behind her. Damian counted at least ten students, white uniforms perfectly in place with their array of masks tucked under their arms. However, one of those students caught his eye. The striking red uniform stood out against everyone else’s and the square to their shoulders spoke of confidence not unlike his own. A small part of Damian wonders if any of that confidence was well earned but the larger part of him knew that regardless of how good they thought they were, they were still no match for him.

“Good afternoon, everyone!” The crisp voice of his instructor echoed in the now silent gym as she commanded everyone’s attention. She looked rather pleased with herself and continued to speak, addressing the Gotham students. “As you can see here, I have a visiting school’s club with me, so please join me in welcoming Francois Dupont’s fencing club, who have come all the way from Paris to practice with us.”

A half hearted applause was all the reaction she got and it was at that point that Damian tuned out the rest of her introduction. His mind had wandered to less menial things, waiting for his time to show his more than impressive skills.

He was brought out of his musings by the shrill of a whistle and was staring face to face to a rather short girl from the French club. She was looking up at him with wide blue eyes before darting away to look over the other students pairing up. Her eyes had focused on a tall blond and his Gotham partner and Damian swore he saw her swoon. Great, a scatter-brained lovesick fool was his first partner. Clearly the universe was punishing him for transgressions he was not privy to. Before he could pass further judgment on his partner, she peered back to him and spoke in soft English.

“Hi, my name is Marinette. Nice to meet you!” She tried to sound confident but her awkwardness betrayed her and the hunch in her shoulders were telling. Alfred had taught him some manners, however, so rather than ignore her as he was wont to do, he greeted her with his name and ended the conversation there. She looked ready to speak again but was cut off by another harsh blow from the whistle.

“Alright, everyone. This is just a warm-up match. Nothing too fancy and remember the rules.” The French instructor’s accent was thick and he spoke with equal robustness to match the Gotham instructor. The two made quite the pair.

He faced his partner again and put enough space between them. They both put on their masks and were poised at the ready. Her pose was amateurish but definitely better than the others he’s caught in his periphery. The cry of ‘en garde’ sounded and Damian did not hesitate to try and score a point. Emphasis on ‘try.’ While if this were a real duel Damian would have won with no hesitation, he found that he didn’t need to hold back as much as he would if she were some of his classmates. Her technique was still sloppy but at least she showed potential.

The warm-up ended with Damian scoring three points in succession but there were, admittedly, some close calls. Next, they were rotating partners and Damian was partnered off with the blond from earlier. This close, Damian faintly recognized his face and verbalized as such. The sheepish scratch behind the blond’s neck was unexpected as was the declaration that he was a fashion model back in Paris. Adrien Agreste the boy had said. Damian then chalked up his previous partner’s behaviour to nothing more than to a silly celebrity crush. No further thought was put into their dynamics as the call for positions was announced.

This duel went slightly differently than Damian had expected. Like his previous partner, Agreste was much better than first impressions would suggest. While his previous partner had poor technique with intuition to back her up, Agreste had acceptable technique with his own personal twist. Agreste backed each strike with an edge that spoke of more roguish practice. It was almost entertaining but still no match for Damian superior skills. Perhaps he could convince his father to send him to Paris for the summer if this was the kind of students the city produced. This duel ended in three points in Damian’s favour as well but he conceded a point to Agreste who got a lucky strike in. Both boys took off their masks and shook hands as a five minute break was called. As Damian turned to reach for his water bottle on the bench, Agreste approached him with a heavy hand on his shoulder.

“I saw your match with Marinette,” he spoke with nothing short of excitement and slight wonder. “She’s new to the club but she’s a quick learner. I’m glad she joined and she seemed to enjoy warming up with you! What do you think?”

Huh.

Maybe Agreste was the adoring fan in their dynamic. Any more brightly, and the boy’s green eyes would be sparkling like fireworks as he continued to wax poetics about the short girl. That of which got annoying pretty quickly.

Another whistle, that French coach was rather annoying with the damn thing, was blown and the students made their way back to the mats. A new rotation was called and Damian was finally paired with the red fencer who caught his eye earlier. In contrast to his previous partners, this one stared at him with poorly hidden, yet unprovoked, contempt. The furrow in her brows and slight downturn in her lips was a mirror to Damian’s own expression. The air between them was charged as they both assessed each other. Neither spoke but neither was paying detailed attention to the instructors. Issuing a silent challenge, Damian tilted his head back to stare the shorter girl down by the tip of his nose, smirking at her increasingly furrowed expression. He scoffed at her as the call for putting on their masks was issued.

“Damian,” he said at last, getting into the starting position.

“My name is unimportant— you, tyrant, will die today by my blade.”

Not even Damian’s brothers were that theatrical; his sister? Maybe. And perhaps Todd, but that’s irrelevant. Was she for real or was this a taunt that got lost in translation? Just who was she? From an outsider’s perspective, the two of them painted quite an interesting picture, posed in their black and red uniforms, a vision against the whites of their clubmates. The air was rich with their slowly growing disdain for each other. The instructor’s voice of ‘en garde’ was drowned out by their hurried movements.

It didn’t take long for Damian to deduce that his opponent was undoubtedly the best of the French group. Her moves were punctuated with needle-like precision and each attack was laced with slowly growing malice at the challenge. Damian didn’t have to hold back nearly as much as he had, once again, underestimated his opponent. There’s a lesson to be learned here but he would never give Pennyworth that satisfaction. The butler’s smug grin and echoed voice of ‘you are not nearly as infallible as you believe, Master Damian’ arose in his mind and the irritation at the notion was channelled directly into his current duel. He struck out with more aggression than he initially had intended to but, as it had put his opponent on the defensive, he wasn’t going to rear his anger in. Instead, he let it fuel his movements more, pushing his opponent off the mat as they danced across the floor.

This only spurred his nameless opponent on more as she matched him strike for strike in equal aggression. Damian wasn’t sure if it was due to his sudden tunnel vision but he could have sworn that the world narrowed to only the two of them, the clash of their weapons being the only sound he could hear. Time faded into nothing and all his focus was on parrying and attacking and lunging and parrying again in a vicious cycle. Points were earned back and forth but no time was called in between to award either of them. This wasn’t a match for points. This was war. A battle to the death issued by the red demon before him. She was no longer just a practice partner or an aggravating opponent. This was his enemy now. Damian would not fail. Damian Wayne doesn’t lose after all.

The shrill of a whistle had the two freezing in place. Giving himself a few seconds to collect himself, Damian felt as if he was coming out of a haze. He watched as the red fencer before him relaxed her posture and turned to face the French coach. Taking off his mask and catching his breath, he noticed that the two of them held the collective attention of the two clubs.

“Now THAT is fencing!” The French coach’s boisterous voice echoed in the gym and was accompanied by his harsh clapping. His two previous practice partners were equally as enthusiastic but subdued in their applause, sporting matching grins at the red fencer. Damian could only glare at the students, refusing to acknowledge his opponent.

The rest of practice went on as such for the next hour but none of the other French fencers captivated him like the first three. They must have had private tutors as they were obviously a cut above the rest. Practice ended without much fanfare and Damian found himself waiting for Pennyworth outside the school gates as the French class were loading their bus. He only caught the tail end of the slight murmurs of conversation but Damian caught the Agreste boy referring to the red fencer as Kagami. Hmm.

Pennyworth pulled up shortly after and once he was inside the vehicle, Pennyworth didn’t hesitate to question him about the experience.

“There was a visiting French club. They were lackluster and struggled to keep up with me even with me holding back.” He refused to look the old man in the eye, glancing a knowing smirk on his aged face. “Three of them showed promise. But I was still superior in every way.”

“Well then, I hope they didn’t tire you out completely. I believe we are expecting some of those same French students over for dinner this afternoon.”

“Pardon?” Damian could not be bothered to compose his irritation at Pennyworth’s brazen declaration. Why was he just learning about this now? “Any idea who exactly will be joining us?”

“I believe Madame Dupain-Cheng, Madame Tsurugi and Mister Agreste all agreed.” Agreste? The model boy. Damian was willing to bet that Dupain-Cheng was the short girl from the warm-up as the two seemed fond of each other. That would probably make Tsurugi his red opponent, Kagami. But that begs the question why they were invited to dinner. Schooling his expression and gaining some more composure, Damian addressed the butler again.

“Any reason why those students in particular?” Aiming for an aura of nonchalance, he continued. “It’s quite the coincidence as those were the three French students I mentioned showing promise. Why were they invited?”

Pennyworth saw right through him and casted a humoured glance at his reflection in the rearview mirror.

“Oh, I would say that Madame Tsurugi shows more than just promise, Master Damian. She is an Olympic hopeful after all.” That… That makes sense Damian supposes. It would definitely explain her confidence and skill. But she still irritated him.

“And what of the other two?”

“Those two would be Madame Tsurugi’s closest friends. Their club is here on a Wayne Foundation sponsorship and your father personally invited Madame Tsurugi to dinner.” Pennyworth paused as he turned into the manor gates. “She and her mother agreed to the invitation on the condition that the young lady’s friends be invited as well. I see they have left quite the impression on you.”

“They require further judgement,” and the conversation died there.

Ignoring the crowd of his siblings upon entering the manor, Damian went straight for his room to research more on his new rival and company.

After two hours of constant research, he was reluctant to admit that the three were rather accomplished in their own rights, and that he had completely misjudged them. Dupain-Cheng was a talented baker and designer and was indeed a fast learner, only officially being in the fencing club for two months. She was also in a new relationship with Agreste. That explains the sappiness and nauseating shower of compliments. Agreste himself was a budding pianist on top of his modelling and fencing prowess. He even featured in some gigs by a local popular band. Tsurugi was more than just an Olympic hopeful, coming from a famous line of fencers and kendo masters back in Japan. She has a roster of competitions won and is currently holding three world titles for her age group. He supposes that that’s quite impressive. But it still doesn’t supersede his training. Would it be improper to challenge her to another duel when she arrives? Probably.

Checking the time, he realized there was forty minutes until dinner and only ten until the three guests arrived. He freshened up his appearance and changed out of his fencing gear into more appropriate attire. He headed down to the foyer to wait with his siblings in greeting their guests. Cain stood next to him and gave him a quick once-over glance. She didn’t say anything but her giggles did not bode well for Damian.

The door was being held open as their three guests walked in and they all wore matching expressions of surprise as their gaze landed on Damian. They greeted his father and each of his siblings, exchanging quick hello’s before the Agreste boy regarded Damian.

“Hey! You’re that guy from the fencing club.” All eyes were on Damian in an instant, his siblings wearing various ranges of delight.

“Yes, he is that guy from the fencing club. Tell us everything,” Todd interjected. He swung a casual arm around Agreste and began herding them further into the manor towards the drawing room. Before Damian can begin to preserve his reputation, Todd and Agreste were already in deep conversation with random input from Dupain-Cheng and Grayson. Tsurugi hung back from the herd and was thanking his father for the invitation. Her calm, withdrawn voice was very different from the scorn she was showering him with during their duel. She caught him staring at her and just ignored him, brushing past him to follow quickly behind the others. He caught his father’s eye and regarded the man silently. Even when maintaining public appearances, his father never did anything without reason. So what was the value in inviting some French kids his company was sponsoring? Olympic grade or not, it was still uncharacteristically more involved than other other company sponsorships in the past.

What was his father’s angle here?

He hoped it didn’t involve playing nice with Tsurugi because her frigid disposition is more trouble than it’s worth. The karma is not lost on him.

Entering the drawing room, he walks into the middle of Agreste illustrating the nature of his duel against Tsurugi. He added unnecessary flourish, making the match seem more grandiose than it really was. He would deny any and all effort exerted as that was a sign of weakness. Damian was not weak.

“I’ll have you know,” he began, collecting their undivided attention, again. “The match with Tsurugi was child’s play. I only entertained her for so long because I thought she could provide some real competition. Clearly, I was mistaken,” he said, like a liar.

“I am more than just competition.” Tsurugi had stood from her place on the sofa to try and face him on even ground. She was still shorter than him but the intimidation was rolling off her in waves. “I will prove to you that I am a worthy opponent.”

That was an invitation for a rematch if Damian’s ever heard one. As he was about to accept the challenge, Pennyworth entered with an announcement of dinner, guiding everyone into the appropriate dining room. His siblings rushed for various seats, splitting up their guests and mixing them in with their chaos. The seating arrangement his siblings had orchestrated had him sitting directly across from the current bane of his existence. The two regarded each other silently, trapped in their own quiet bubble separate from the ruckus of the table.

The dinner was wonderful, as usual, and conversation was as normal as this family was capable of. Except for the intense staring contest he was engaged in with his enemy. She was civil, cordial even, with the rest of the family, sharing jokes with Cain and Thomas with no issue and handled Todd’s annoyance with grace but she couldn’t get a reign on her disdain for Damian. He faintly noticed her two friends exchange curious glances with each other. He paid them no mind; his attention lying elsewhere.

“So, Kagami,” Drake’s voice cut through the loud atmosphere, silencing the table. “You mentioned earlier that you will prove to Damian that you’re a worthy opponent. How do you plan to go about that?” He tried to go for casual but he failed and Damian knew he was doing it just to get a reaction out of him.

“A battle to the death of course,” she was quick with her reply and her tone had no hints of humor. She means every word of that statement. Equal expressions of shock were on his family’s faces, no one knowing what to say. A distasteful snort from the blond cut through the air.

“Kagami,” her friend, Dupain-Cheng, had cut in with a slight chuckle, “I don’t think they know you’re joking.”

“My apologies, then.” Her lips were curled in a faint smirk and then she said, “While I initially had all intentions to contest his false assessment, over the course of the dinner, I have concluded that he is someone not worth the effort.” She took a sip of her drink, completely ignoring the uproar of taunts and jeers his siblings threw his way.

Damian was not going to take that insult sitting down.

“That’s it, Tsurugi,” he rose from his seat, the scrape of the chair on the hardwood floors hushing the peanut gallery. “You wanted a duel, I’ll give you a duel. A clash of swords seems fitting, don’t you think?” He felt quite satisfied with himself, so much so he was completely ignorant to the whispers of his siblings with their guests. His attention was solely on the red demon.

“While I can’t persuade you both from not doing this,” his father’s tired voice was firm and imposing; he looked like he’s aged a few years since the start of the evening, “I must insist on using only the wooden practice swords you have. No real blades allowed. Am I understood?”

It wasn’t really a question as there was no room for refutation but Damian was grateful his father didn’t try to put a stop to the entire thing anyways. A challenge was issued and Damian was going to see it through.

After Pennyworth cleared the table and set about doing other chores, they made their way to the manor’s gym with the exclusion of his father. A mat was already laid out and he went to retrieve the practice swords. They were fashioned to mimic his katana and the familiar weight was comfortable in his grip. Tsurugi was surveying the wooden blade and assessing the balance of the handle before setting into a comfortable starting stance. They weren’t bound by fencing rules this time and he felt the lack of restrictions to be freeing. Grayson had declared himself ring master and was counting down to start them off. Drake was holding a camera, most likely recording, and Todd was conspiring with Dupain-Cheng and Thomas in the corner. Agreste and Cain were observing like normal people—Damian failed to see them silently exchange some cash— and he ignored them all to focus on the foe before him.

Grayson’s call for ‘go’ set them off like steam engines, their swords crashing into each other in heavy strikes. Using his advantageous size, Damian pushed back and swiped for her legs. She blocked the attack, sword intercepting his, swinging her back leg behind her to kick at his chest. He recoiled at the contact and the pressure of her boots before aiming a broad sweep over head, bringing his arms down in a wide arc. She blocks that as well, but was brought down to a knee, all her focus in holding her blade across the palm of hand. She pushes against his force and rolls under his blade, tucking herself into a ball before uncurling behind him. Her next strike is aimed for his back but Damian is quick on the defensive and knocks her blade away before stepping into her space. His shoulder clips her chin and he takes the opportunity to elbow her below her chest. He swings around to strike her down but she ducks and swipes at his legs. He jumps over the arc of her blade but isn’t prepared for the kick in his chest as he lands.

He steps back a couple paces to get air back in his lungs as Tsurugi gains her own bearings. They’re both breathing heavily and the gym is silent save for Todd’s inappropriate wolf-whistle. Ignoring him, as usual, he focuses back on his opponent. On the subtle rise and fall of her shoulders, her lean but firm arms holding the sword out pointing at him. Her short bob is in disarray and her brown eyes burn into him like molten lava. Her stare is intense and almost freezes him completely in place.

A second ticks by. Then another. The entire room feels like a stifled exhale, cautious not to disturb the fragile atmosphere. The energy is broken by a charge from Tsurugi as she strikes across his chest, colliding with his blade. Their swords are crossed and they both lean into the push, faces mere inches apart as they try to get the upper hand. Neither was budging, willing to submit to the other.

Damian found himself revelling in the intense focus of her gaze. Even growing up in the League, his mentors always held back, not wanting to accidentally kill their master’s heir. His siblings were no better, always underestimating him, never taking his challenges seriously. But Tsurugi? She matched him blow for blow without hesitation. Without fear and without judgement. The lack of threat of death hanging over him made the fight that much more enjoyable. If he were anymore focused on his own expression, he would have found a smile, not a smirk or a half-hearted grimace, but an honest-to-god smile. A grin even.

Tipping the fight in his favour, he aims a kick to Tsurugi’s knee, and turns out of their lock of swords. Feeling emboldened, he takes to taunting his opponent.

“You know, you are a lot better than I thought you would be,” he swings his sword around aimlessly, waiting for her to get up again. “But you’re still no match for me.”

Rather than respond, Tsurugi swipes up at him, both hands on her sword hilt, in a broad arc. Her body follows through with the motion, with her back leg sweeping the floor gently, her back to him by the end. Damian sees the opportunity and lunges to attack her now open back. He’s almost flushed against her with his sword about to press into the curve of her spine except his swing is intercepted by his opponent's block. She had anticipated his move and swung her arms over her head, carrying the blade behind her to protect her. Damian’s blood runs white hot with the shame of falling for her feint. Still held in this position, Tsurugi casts a smirk over her shoulder, head tilted back towards his chest. The position, with the exception of their swords, has them appearing to be in a dance, with his partner—no, opponent— ready to be spun out in a graceful turn.

“Are you sure?” her voice was rough with exertion and tainted with glee, “You seem to have failed to gain any substantial upperhand.” She kicks back into his shin and then steps out of his space, spinning under her arms, keeping her sword against his. Now facing him directly, Damian can see the fire shining in her brown eyes, ablaze with excitement and ferocity.

“Don’t think yourself so high and mighty,” he started to step to his right, trying to prepare for another attack but she matched him in moves and now they were slowly circling each other.

“Ironic coming from you, I’m sure.” Her tone was flat but her eyes glimmered with amusement. Her blade shifted ever so subtly, pointing further down Damian’s body, aimed directly for his stomach. Damian takes a chance and steps into her space, left arm gradually inching towards her sword hilt. Using his longer legs, he sweeps one under her stance, hooking his ankle around hers.

It happens in slow motion. Or at least, it felt like it did. He’s bringing his leg back towards himself, knocking her off center, balancing on an unsteady leg. He’s grabbed her sword hilt and is pushing her arms and the sword above her head while his own sword slides to place against her throat. He pushes further into her space, leaning over her and bending her back, almost chest to chest, nose to nose with his sword in the breath between them. Their precarious position cants them completely off balance and she’s fallen with him on top of her. Her arms are pinned firmly above her now, her grip on her sword long forgotten, and Damian’s weight is balanced on his knees, preserving any dignity he has left. They’re still so close to each other, the weight of his blade gingerly pressing into the lines of her neck. Her head is tilting back, a futile attempt to escape him and once she acknowledges that, Damian can feel the muscles in her arms relax beneath his vice-like grip. They’re staring at each other, and Damian finds himself not wanting to look away.

Oh.

Oh.

In his seven years of living with his father’s family, he never understood how his father could casually welcome thieves and assassins into his bed. How his brothers surrounded themselves with people equally dangerous. How his sister would challenge an opponent she knew she couldn’t beat. How they could all flirt with danger and not even question it. Now he understood. It was a heady rush, like a freefall without certainty of a parachute or a net. It was an addictive type of excitement to come face to face with someone who doesn’t look at him with fear but with equal competition. He could get used to this.

A click of a camera shutter and Pennyworth’s attention-grabbing ‘ahem’ brought him out of his own head. He saw Tsurugi blink herself out of a similar daze and look towards her friends. Finally registering their compromising position, Damian began to extract himself from her. Now standing, and trying to tidy his appearance, he tossed his wooden sword to the side and extended a hand out to the still lying girl.

“I win,” he says, and the taunt falls flat even to his own ears. He clears his throat and tries again. “You are a decent opponent. It was an honor to go against someone of your caliber.”

She accepts his offered hand and as he’s pulling her up, she takes the opportunity to pull him in closer.

“I admit defeat,” her eyes are still intense but softens as she continues speaking, “and there is clearly more I can learn from you. The club is in Gotham for two more weeks for the competition next week. I am willing to have you as my teacher if you accept.”

A pretty pink blush colours her cheeks and Damian can feel his face match hers in intensity. Before he could answer her, her blond friend interrupts them, cutting into their little bubble.

“That means she’s asking you on a date.” His hands are cupping his mouth like a megaphone and he stage whispers for all their captive audience to hear. “Say yes.”

His siblings are eyeing between him and the French teens like they’re spectating an interesting tennis match. Not given the chance to answer, again, Cain replies for him.

“He says yes. Next Friday, after school.” Her reply is curt but the curl of her lips illustrates her delight in the entire situation. His cheeks are even warmer now and he still hasn’t stepped out of Tsurugi’s space and were they always standing this close?

Looking back to Tsurugi he sees that her attention is still on the others and her face is graced with a gentle smile.

“I accept your offer,” her head swivels back to him as he speaks, and there is a slight glimmer to her eyes, hope dancing in pools of warm chocolate. “If your friend was right about your true intentions, then I accept that offer. There is a lot I could learn from you as well.”

“Yes, and I am also available on Friday if your sister is to be believed.” Her hushed voice is drowned out by the uproar of his siblings and he catches a glimpse of Dupain-Cheng jumping in place.

“I can’t believe he actually said yes.” Thomas.

“I can’t believe she’s actually into him,” Drake.

“I had good money on him making a fool of himself, shame.” Todd, who then gets elbowed by Grayson. He ignores them all, staring down at the increasingly embarrassed girl before him.

He goes to speak but a pink blur is knocking Tsurugi on the ground in a heap of limbs. They’re giggling and babbles about double dates filter through so he doesn’t worry too much and then a weight settles on his shoulder, surprising him. Agreste had somehow snuck up on him and was patting him in a false sense of comradery.

“Well that was an interesting turn of events. They grow up so fast,” he fake sniffles, wiping nonexistent tears from his eyes. Damian is not fond of the familiar theatrics. “I agree with your siblings, I didn't think you would agree. Especially with the looks of bloody murder you were giving us during practice today.”

He scoffs and lets the subtle accusation roll off his back. Agreste continues as if he weren’t interrupted.

“Clearly you two flirt the same way. Violently.” He’s cut off from speaking as Tsurugi had hit him with one of the discarded swords from her place on the floor.

“At least I don’t hesitate or dance around my intended target like a fool, like you two,” she was pouting but her voice held traces of humour and inside jokes that had Dupain-Cheng whining like a child and Agreste acting all sheepish.

“Yeah, okay, that’s fair but can you blame us?” Agreste went ignored as everyone devolved into laughter at their antics.

Damian chanced a glance at Tsurugi to see her very comfortable with Dupain-Cheng’s weight on top of her, laughing at Agreste’s expense. She must have felt his eyes on her and glance at him shyly, laughter dying to a small smile on her lips.

Damian thought to himself that Friday couldn’t come fast enough.

[topsytervy]

Hello ~ Rafe Cameron

This is Part 2 to Goodbye cause I had the thought in my head and I didn't want to write it only for it to sit in my docs so you can read Goodbye (aka Part 1) here.

Blurb: A lot can change in five years.

Word Count: 3,677

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, smoking, cocaine, spelling/grammar mistakes, i think that's it.

Small note: I’m 19 and have never planned a wedding. I’ve been to my fair share of weddings as guests and my only experience with a wedding would have been when my sister got married, however, her in-laws are kind of assholes so her wedding was really lowkey and shit, like it took place in my sister backyard lowkey, cause her mother-in-law was like 'Im not paying for anything cause you guys wont last but I'll pay for your sisters weddings' so like I’m winging half of this shit if not most of it. I’m sorry.

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It was 5 years later.

You were 21, along with the rest of the pogues, and able to legally drink and purchase alcohol. So no more hassle with a fake ID.

Nothing had changed except for college and jobs. You and JJ had broken up after two years of dating and, much to everyone's surprise, it was like nothing had ever happened between you two.

It was insanely easy to slip back into the friend zone with JJ, despite both of you thinking that it would be awkward. Both of you fell back into old habits fairly quickly. Sure there were the first couple of weeks where you two felt as if you had to force normality but after that, it was like nothing happened. Sure, JJ still called you princess and you still found yourself hiding into his side during scary movies, but those were habits you two had prior to dating, and old habits die hard.

The only other difference was that John B and Sarah were getting married.

They were planning on getting married at The Lodge at Bear River in fall which meant a ferry to the mainland and then an almost 8-hour road trip to the venue. 

You, Kie, and Wheezie were bridesmaids, Kie being maid of honor, and Pope, JJ, and much to John B's displeasure, Rafe were groomsmen, JJ being best man. 

You and Pope were walking together which left Rafe and his half-sister to walk together. 

Rafe looked at his sister and John B, trying to stay as unphased as possible. "Y/N's gonna be a part of the wedding party?" He asked, taking a drag from his cigarette from his spot by the pool. 

John B and Sarah were outside at the patio table with their wedding planner, going over guests and the wedding party. The three looked over at Rafe and Sarah nodded.

"Why wouldn't she?"

"No reason. If you need someone to walk with her, I'll do it." He told her as nonchalantly as possible. 

"She's walking with Pope." John B responded. Rafe made a face as he brought the cigarette back up to his lips and John B narrowed his eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is there a problem?" Sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"No. No problem. It's your wedding."

John B rolled his eyes before turning back to the wedding planner. 

Rafe stood up and walked inside, flipping John B the bird as he walked by. He felt as if John B was put on this earth just to make him miserable at this point.

Rafe walked over to the bar and fixed himself a drink, Wheezie rolling her eyes from her spot on the couch in between Rose and Ward, who were currently scrolling through formal wear for the wedding. 

"Dad, Rafe's day drinking... again." The now eighteen-year-old piped up.

Rafe glared at her. "Just wait Wheezie. This will be you in a few years." He told his half-sister with a smirk.

Wheezie scrunched up her face in disgust at the sight of her brother holding his cigarette in one hand and drink in the other.

Rose, a glass of wine in her hand, rolled her eyes at her stepson as Ward, a gin and tonic in his hand, just sighed. "It's five o'clock somewhere, Wheezie." 

Rafe clinked his glass against his father’s as he made his way upstairs to his old room that he was temporarily staying in since his apartment building had taken some damage during the latest hurricane and was currently getting the necessary repairs done, and closed the door behind him. He sat down at his old desk chair and looked at the corkboard above the desk where a couple of polaroid pictures of you hung. The pictures were the first thing Rafe went looking for when he had gotten back to his apartment, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw the little lockbox he had stored the polaroids still in the closet and completely unscathed. Rafe downed his drink as he swiveled his chair back and forth. 

Of course, John B wouldn't pair you and him up. That would be helping a brother out. Rafe did everything he could to show that he changed once he heard you and JJ broke up.

 He quit cocaine and took up cigarettes instead. He went back to college and got a business degree. He was currently working and getting along with his father. He had his life together, mostly, and on track. The only thing missing from his life was you.

He had barely spent more than 5 minutes in a room with you since the breakup because you were either by JJ or you retreated as far from him as possible. He'd casually bring you up in conversation with John B and your friend would just roll his eyes. 

"We don't bring you up in conversations, Rafe." John B told him one day.

That cut the blue-eyed man deep.

Especially since this was after Rafe gave John B the money he needed to buy Sarah an engagement ring. 

Some wingman John B was.

Rafe stood up with a sigh and walked downstairs, deciding to bring the entire bottle of whiskey upstairs since he could already tell it was going to be one of those nights. He halted by the patio door though when he heard his sister and John B start talking.

“Would it be that bad to pair Rafe and Y/N up for the wedding? I highly doubt Wheezie wants to walk with him. At least Y/N won’t whine about it.” She asked as she placed a hand on his arm, the wedding planner nowhere in sight.

Rafe leaned against the wall, biting his lip as he waited for John B’s answer. If Rafe was being honest, he was kind of surprised that his sister would even consider asking John B that since she could care less about what Rafe wanted.

“Sarah, I love you but you did not see her that day or the day after or the following month and a half after that. Do you know how hard it was seeing Y/N like that? Heartbroken. Not wanting to get out of bed. Thinking she did the wrong thing and that caused him to go over the edge. Do you know how many times JJ, Pope, Kie and I caught her reading the obituaries to make sure Rafe’s name wasn’t in there?” John B looked at his fiancée. “I’m not pairing them up together without her permission. That’s that.”

“Then ask her.”

"What?" 

"Ask Y/N if she wants to walk with Rafe?" Sarah saw the 'are you kidding' look in John B's eyes. "I'm serious John B. Rafe's changed a lot and, despite what you think, you cannot keep her from talking or seeing my brother all your life."

"I can try." The curly-haired boy stated, crossing his arms.

"You know what, JB? You are acting like a damn child. It is not going to break Y/N/N if you ask her one small question that contains the name Rafe, okay? I'm sure she can hear his name and not break down or something. It's been long enough. Let him have that 5 minutes he needs to talk to her cause, yeah I do not doubt that Y/N took their breakup hard, but what about Rafe? Hmm? Believe it or not John B, but my brother has fucking feelings too, okay. He probably took that break up just as hard and Wheezie and I witnessed it. So stop acting like even whispering Rafe's name will break her and just fucking ask her if she wants to walk with Rafe or Pope."

"Fine. If it makes you and Rafe happy, I'll ask her." John B huffed.

Rafe didn't stay to hear the rest, just turned around and walked back to his room, the whiskey bottle long forgotten. 

****

Fall had come quickly and the wedding date came even faster. It was like Rafe blinked and then he was on the ferry two days before the wedding, sitting next to you, very awkwardly might I add, his leg bouncing up and down as he played with his fingers. It was like he didn't know what to do with his hands. After all these years, the most natural thing to do with one of his hands was still to place it on your thigh and the amount of willpower it took to not do that exact thing was unbelievable.

Rafe had told his dad that he was going to rent his own car because eight hours in a car with his family was a hard no for him. 

So there he was, walking over to the car he rented and opening the door before stopping and watching you get in a car with Pope, Kie, and JJ.

You glanced up just before you got in, making eye contact with him. You gave him a small smile to make it a little less awkward and Rafe returned the smile before hopping into the car. He watched you guys pull away and pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh before putting the key into the ignition and starting the car. 

This was going to be the longest three days of his life.

***

He was happy for the long-ass drive of day one considering once everyone got to the hotel, there was a silent, collective decision to all just turn in for the night. 

Day two was a little less chill. After being awoken by a panicked banging on the door of his hotel room, Rafe got out of bed as quickly as he could and opened the door, only to be greeted by Sarah who roughly pushed past him into his room.

“Yeah. Come on in. Good morning to you too.” He deadpanned before shutting the door.

“What the hell am I doing, Rafe?” She asked out of the blue, causing a look of confusion to settle on his face.

“I don’t know. You tell me.” He stated.

He watched as Sarah sat on his bed and ran her hands through her hair, letting out a breath. “Is this too soon? Am I getting married too young? Like, I’m 21, Rafe. I should be out getting blackout drunk and having hookups and having regrets but instead, I’m doing the exact opposite.” She rambled.

“Okay. I see what’s happening now.” Rafe walked over and sat down next to Sarah. “Sarah, trust me when I say that marrying John B will not hurt any of that. I guarantee that you and John B will get blackout drunk together and call someone for a ride. I guarantee you will be having hookups, it’s just that all of them will be with John B. And you will have regrets. What those regrets are, I have no fucking clue but life is full of them. Trust me, I have a lot of regrets and I’m only 24.” Rafe told her. “But, I don’t think marrying John B is going to be one of your regrets. Canceling this wedding would be. After all, the venue does say no refunds.”

Sarah snorted slightly and Rafe bumped his shoulder against hers. “Believe me, Sarah, if anyone is ready to get married at this age, it’s you. You came down with a damn binder filled to the brim when you were like seven and placed it in front of me and dad on the coffee table and told dad to start making connections with everyone in that binder, right down to the dress designer.”

Sarah smiled before turning and wrapping her arms around Rafe. “Who would’ve thought you could give a pep talk. And liked John B.” She said.

Rafe slowly wrapped his arms around his younger sister. “Apparently you because you came to me. However, this does not mean I like John B. I am not going to start canceling shit just to have some one-on-one time with that curly-haired surfer dude. Okay? I simply tolerate him because he somehow makes you happy.”

After breakfast and lunch that he spent with Wheezie, last-minute plans when he walked to your room to ask you to lunch only to knock and have you answer the door which caused him to quickly abandon that plan and say “Whoops sorry. Room 202 for Wheeze,”, the rehearsal dinner came quickly. 

In all honesty, Rafe wasn't really paying attention to the dinner at all. How could he when you were right there, quite literally within his reach, laughing and smiling?

The actual wedding day itself was stressful leading up to the ceremony but after everyone got where they needed to be, it was smooth sailing. Rafe and Wheezie walked out after Kie and JJ. 

Rafe watched you walk down with Pope and couldn't help the pang of jealousy he felt in his chest. He also couldn't help but imagine himself as the groom and you in a white dress, walking down the aisle towards him.

He quickly shook the thought from his head though, watching you take your place next to Wheezie before turning your attention towards the door to watch his dad and sister walkout. 

You glanced over at Rafe and smiled slightly when you saw him bring a hand up to his cheek, wiping away a tear. You turned your attention to John B before Rafe could look over and catch you staring.

You saw John B wipe his hands on his trousers as subtly as he could. You caught JJ's eyes and he shook his head, mouthing 'fucking whipped' to you.

You nodded and moved your eyes between Sarah and John B before settling them back on JJ. 'Obviously' you mouthed back before the pair of you stopped before someone caught you.

In all honesty, Sarah did and she saw Rafe catch the interaction as well, noticing him swallow hard.

The ceremony went smoothly with no objections -Rafe fought back the urge to object just to mess with everyone but he knew his entire family wouldn't appreciate the humor- and after pictures, everyone moved inside for the reception as the sun began to set.

Dinner and drinks were served, toasts were made -JJ had made sure to include a few of John B's stupid and most embarrassing moments, much to Rafe's pleasure-, and then the dancing began. 

Sarah and Ward had their father/daughter dance and then John B and Sarah had their first dance before everyone else was encouraged to join them on the dance floor.

Wheezie walked over to Rafe and Rafe looked at her. "I am not nearly drunk enough to get out on that floor and dance with you Wheezie."

Wheezie just rolled her eyes. "You have a shot right now to go ask Y/N to dance and no one will even notice you. Take it." Rafe ignored her. "Oh, okay. So you can sit there and stare but you don't have the balls to walk up to her and say 'wanna dance'?"

Rafe glared at his half-sister. "Watch your mouth, Wheezie."

Wheezie took one last glance at the dance floor and shrugged. "That's fine. Looks like someone else did."

Rafe had never scanned a crowd faster than he did right there and sure enough, there you were, a cousin of his with his hands on your waist and yours on his shoulders, moving slowly around the dance floor.

"I'm going out for a smoke," Rafe muttered before getting up and making his way out of the building. 

He stood outside and brought out his pack of cigarettes, along with his lighter, and opened up the little carton. He withdrew a cigarette before closing the pack and shoving it back into his pocket, placing the cigarette between his lips. He heard the song from inside end before another one started back up as he flicked the spark wheel a couple of times, his thumb landing on the fork before a flame appeared.

He cupped his hand in front of the flame and brought the flame to the cigarette that rested between his lips, making a mental note to buy a new lighter since his was running out of juice.

Rafe heard the door open and close as he shoved the lighter back into his pocket and inhaled. He blew out the smoke before looking over to see who had joined him and was a little surprised to see you.

Of course, Rafe knew at some point you'd duck out of the party for some fresh air considering in social situations where they were tons of people, you needed to get away for a bit and recharge your social battery. He just didn't expect you to do that so soon.

You both stared out in front of you, not saying anything and Rafe brought the cigarette to his lips again, taking another drag.

"It's beautiful out here." You breathed out, trying to start some conversation.

Rafe nodded as he exhaled. "Yeah, it is."

"I wouldn't mind getting married here." You added absent-mindedly.

If Rafe had a drink right now, he would've choked at your words. He nodded nonetheless. "Yeah. It's a pretty nice place to get married."

You looked over at Rafe. "You gonna be okay over there, big guy?"

Rafe turned his head to look at you, confusion written all over his face. "What are you talking about?"

"I saw you wipe a tear away, bub." Rafe's heart sped up at the nickname that you used to use on him. "When Sarah was walking down the aisle. You gonna be okay or should the same reaction be expected at Wheezie's wedding too?" You smiled as Rafe groaned, tilting his head to look at the almost pitch-black sky.

"Don't even mention Wheezie getting married. To me, she's still that annoying thirteen-year-old that was always eavesdropping and snooping through shit." 

"Awe, Rafe. You got a soft spot for your sisters now. That’s so sweet." You cooed, knowing that when he was 19, the only thing he did was complain about the two Cameron girls. "Seriously though, I think it's sweet that you walked with Wheezie and that you shed a tear today." You told him.

Rafe couldn't stop the words that tumbled out of his mouth. "I wanted to walk with you but you told John B you'd rather walk with Pope."

Way to go, dumbass, he thought to himself.

"What are you talking about?" It was your turn to look confused.

Rafe sighed, taking another drag from his cigarette and letting the smoke pour past his lips as he spoke. "I offered to walk with you and John B said no. I overheard him and Sarah talking a bit later and Sarah told him that it wouldn't hurt to ask if you wanted to walk with me or not. And I think you know the rest."

He might as well fess up about it since his mouth and brain already decided to rat him out anyway.

You shook your head. "I don't know the rest because John B never asked me who I wanted to walk with nor did he ask if I wanted to walk with you."

Rafe looked over at you, his eyes locked on yours. He knew when you were lying and this was not one of those times.

He chuckled before shaking his head. "God. He's such a dick."

You ignored his comment about one of your best friends and walked closer to him. "You seriously wanted to walk with me?"

Rafe nodded, looking down at the ground. He was in way over his head, admitting that after half a decade he was still thinking about you and wanting to be with you. Even if it was for like a 20-second walk down an aisle.

You felt a blush grow on your cheeks as you looked down at your hands, playing with your fingers.

A beat passed before you spoke, keeping your head down. "If it makes you feel better… I would've said yes."

Rafe looked at you. "Yeah?"

You nodded and he took another drag from his cigarette.

"Can we start over?" He asked.

"What?" Your Y/E/C eyes lifted from the ground to meet his blue ones.

"Can we start over?"

You bit your lip. "Yeah. Sure."

Rafe cleared his throat before placing a small smile on his face and giving a little bow. "Hello. I'm Rafe."

You breathed out a laugh before giving Rafe a slight curtsy. "Hello, Rafe. I'm Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Rafe shook his head. "Oh no. The pleasure is all mine."

Your heads both turned to the building when the song changed once again to a slower song and Rafe took Wheezie's advice on seizing an opportunity. 

"You still like this song?" You nodded once more and Rafe put out his cigarette before extending his hand to you. "Would you like to dance?"

You smiled and took his hand. "Of course."

He placed his hands on your waist and yours looped around his neck, him starting to sway you two slightly.

"You look amazing by the way." Rafe complimented, taking in the lavender color of your bridesmaid dress.

"Thank you. You look rather dashing yourself." You took your hands from his neck and straightened his tie before returning them to where they previously were.

You moved closer to Rafe, resting your head on his chest as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Rafe?" You mumbled towards the end of the song.

"Mhm?"

"I missed you." You admitted.

Rafe smiled before placing a kiss at the top of your head. "I missed you too, Y/N/N."

"Rafe?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you maybe wanna ride back to the ferry together? 8 hours is a long trip.  Especially when you're alone and I have to deal with JJ, Pope, and Kie." 

You heard Rafe’s heart speed up a bit before it calmed back down as he took a deep breath. 

"I would love that."

~~~~~~~

[countrymusiclover]

Ch 2

Lost Gilbert and Forbes wolf

@tyrionsprincess29 co author

At mystic high Y/n was walking to her locker when she saw a bunch of popular guys picking on some 9th graders so she decided to teach them a lesson "Hey didn't you know it's wrong to pick on kids younger than you ?" The guys looked over at her. She could tell one of them was a supernatural being but she couldn't use her weapon at school so many people will see. The boy walks over to her . "You must be new here because everyone knows not to pick a fight with Tyler Lockwood.

" Y/n laughed and crossed her arms . "Ok and what that gives you the right to pick on others ?" He was about to punch her when another girl stepped in with blonde hair stepping in between us she crossed her arms over her chest. "Back off Tyler or I'll tell my sister you're causing trouble again." He rolled his eyes before the blonde turned to me, sticking her hand out introducing herself. "Hi sorry about him. I'm Y/n Forbes. What's your name?" Y/n stuck her hand out shaking back with a smile that reminded the Forbes girl of someone but she wasn't sure who. "I'm Y/n, Y/n Saltzman."

"As in Alaric Saltzman? '' the girl asked. "Yeah that's me alright why is everyone shocked about it ?" "Will we never knew he had a daughter but welcome to mystic high . Y/N nods "thanks and thank you for stepping in when you did i mean i would stop him but don't need my dad yelling at me on my first day " . She felt something was different about y/n forbes. But didnt say anything, they just went to class . And from there it was a chilled day . By the end of the day y/n went to the grill to do homework she sat down having something to eat and drink she looked up and saw the vampire Damon from this morning. "Can I help you Damon ?" He leans back looking at her . "Why didn't your dad tell us about you?" She sighs rubbing her forehead ''I don't know, maybe he didn't want people to know. I mean he's a hunter Damon ok like i dont keep track of my fathers reasons to hide me." . She picks up her stuff and pays and leaves the grill .

Damon leaves when he sees Ric walks over to him and punches him . "You had to go behind my back to Liz to look up my daughter ? " Damon scoffs "I wouldn't have to if you would be honest with me Ric. " Ric then punches him again and a big fight breaks out and Ric is taken to the Station so was Damon. Elena walks in looking at Ric . "Are you nuts? What are you thinking, you guys aren't teenagers, you know ." Elena sighs looking at Damon. He shrugged "Don't look at me i didn't start it" Elena rolls her eyes. "Let's go both of you." Ric leaves the room till his daughter walks in and sees Elena. "Who are you ?" Ric sighs directing his hand between the two "Elena this is my daughter y/n . Y/n this is Elena ." Damon looks to the doppelganger. "What's up?" Ric and his daughter leaves and elena looks at damon "Why does she look like me?" Damon sighs "i don't know i was trying to find out but he wont tell me " he walks past her but Elena stops him . "Don't go after her damon " he looks at her . "Why, you broke up with me so why do you care if i go after her . I know one thing if she's in danger i won't let her get hurt "

Y/n Forbes ran around her room knowing that a full moon was to happen tonight. “Sis, let me come with you.” Caroline tried to persuade her sister but she declined. “Care, it's too dangerous. You’re a vampire and if you get bitten...then you’ll die.” Caroline brushes her hair from her eyes sighing in frustration knowing that you were right. A werewolf bite could kill her and they hadn’t found a cure yet. Not even a witch like Bonnie could fix it. Y/n put her backpack with chains, wolfsbane and a change of clothes over her shoulder. She left the house running as fast as she could towards the woods hearing a wolf already howling in the distance. Her ankles broke as she drank the painful liquid before her eyes glowed gold. She’d learned that if you just let it happen then the pain wouldn’t be so horrible. Once she had transformed she looked at her grey wolf coat in a puddle of water on the ground. Twigs snapped, making her growl, sticking her claws out. The stranger she saw was dressed in a suit but didn’t go near her as she smelt vampires blood. The man simply resumed his walk without a care.

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