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pedropascalssimp · 4 years ago

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Beauty and the beast

Darth maul x Fem Princess reader

|part 1|may possibly be a 2nd part.

Summary: when maul takes up a job that benefits the sith, he never expected the unimaginable to happen. But here the princess of the backwater planet is, falling for the monstrous Sith. Who's to say maul isn't quite infatuated with her as well?

Warnings: this takes place before the phantom menac! It probably sucks and I once again made up a planet to fit this little idea better! Slight, BRIEF angst. Fluff.

*Not my gif!*

The Sith watched in awe, lips slightly parted in bewilderment at how she flawlessly moved about the room. Floating like a feather among the palace.

Elegant, the first word to grace his mind as he watched the way she moved across the pristine marble floor. Her scarlet dress was made from the finest silk hugging her body perfectly, Gold trimming woven into the plunging neckline that exposed more of her chest to his golden eyes, the slight spicks of crimson like stares alight in the dark sky as he watches from the shadows. She was truly an angel that graced this planet, her beauty incomparable to anything other than the gorgeous creatures on Iego. her smile radiant, voice a melody that rolled off her tongue like molasses. He had only spotted her earlier into the day, but then he was afraid to stare for too long, afraid he'd get caught by the owners of this palace. Why would the king want a monster such as the sith lord gazing upon the princess?

Maul couldn't help but feel the way his hearts practically long to know if her skin were as soft as it looked beneath the chandeliers golden light, wanting to feel her soft ruby painted lips against his in the lightest of kisses. The appending desire to hold her growing into an intense unbearable need the longer he gazed at her while she spoke with people of her kingdom, the ballroom alive with joy and happiness.

This kingdom wasn't as popular as others, rather a backwater planet that the present kings father had built up from the muddy ground, restoring order among the green humid planet. Giving the world law and order like it desperately needed, peace restored to the people who once killed one another over prized possessions or food. The former king built this very palace and hustled enough to earn a wealthy amount of credits to buy the kingdom food, killing no more among this planet. But since this planet, Ethoria was so peaceful and strict on that fact, many people with bounty on their heads sought a secretary here, meaning many bounty hunters came by and broke the law.

So after finding out about a particular assassin, one highly trained to kill the bounty hunters. The present king began bargaining with an old friend, pledging his allegiance to the sith lord count Dooku and aiding him in whatever needs possible if he could just borrow the sith darth maul, the assassin in question. Like say if the king's people ever bear a force sensitive child, Dooku may train the child in the ways of the sith if desired. Of course Maul agreed to help, given the order to do so by his master Darth Sidious.

Maul thought this mission would be quite boring, waiting around all day for the bounty hunters to enter this system to do their killing. But after meeting the king in the throne room and laying eyes on the princess, a gorgeous woman who made even the brightest of stars seem dull. Maul began to rethink his opinion on this mission, it would indeed be intriguing. Especially after the king gave maul the privilege of sleeping in a spare room among the palace.

Her laugh, the angelic sound is what broke his thoughts. Snapped back into reality, Maul is surprised to see the beauty known as the princess stood before him. Her eyes glued to his as she smiles at him. The sight caused his hearts to beat more rapidly, quite literally taking his breath away with one simple look. It was then, he knew she had been trying to speak with him, only to have him gawking like an idiot.

Clearing his throat, Maul bows in courtesy. “Please forgive me princess, my mind seems to be elsewhere” he smiles at her, hands clasped in front of him as the hood of his black cloak covers the horns atop his head, but the golden hue of the ballrooms light shows a glimpse of the ones on his temple.

The princess only lets out a light chuckle, the sound embedding itself in Maul's memory. “No need to worry yourself. I only came by to offer you my company, you looked awful lonely standing over here in the shadows” she said, voice soft. Her eyes roaming his face with a look one could only describe as admiration. It surprised maul to receive such a look from the gorgeous princess.

“I prefer it that way” the words slip off his tongue with no thought to them, her sparkling vibrant Y/E/C eyes seem to deflate, gaze averted to the marble floor.

“Oh, then I'm sorry to have bothered you” she offered a smaller smile than before, but it still held a friendliness to it as the other more brighter smiles flashed his way.

Having realized his mistake, Maul leans forward in the flash of light and grabs her hand. Soft and delicate, a feeling he had never felt before. It sent shivers down his spine, heart swelling with an unfamiliar feeling as he caught her eyes, framed by dark lashes that fluttered in surprise by his haste to keep her in his company. Her lips had parted as she looked as if she wanted to speak, but no words fell from her mouth as goosebumps arose on her exposed skin. Maul knew that he wasn't the only one affected by the touch shared between him and her once he spotted the bumps on her flesh.

“I would like you to show me around the garden” he spoke almost shyly, afraid she'd recoil from his touch in disgust. Afraid of his menacing appearance as a Zabrak while she was a gorgeous human. But the princess seemed to be full of surprises as she smiled at him sweetly before nodding in agreement to his request.

“Of course, follow me then maul” the way his name rolled off her tongue makes his heart go wild, thumping against his ribcage as if begging to escape and have her take them away so they can beat for her and her alone.

And so he followed her, surprised she still held his gloved hand in her own, as she walked him through the palace and out into the crisp night air. Although the mornings on this planet could be humid and hot, the nights were cold. While the princess admired the night sky, gazing at the two moons in the sky accompanied by the stars and planet's hanging in the dark sky with wonder. Maul admired her with the same unfamiliar swelling in his hearts, like a flower blooming for the first time in spring, new to the sunshine that embraced it, surrounding it with warmth in the promise of happiness and life, protection.

Maul stood there like a newly bloomed flower as his sunshine stood beside him holding his hand talking about the stars and moons in the sky while he soaked in her radiance. Perhaps it was love coursing through his veins, embracing his hearts and soul. He knew he shouldn't fall victim to her beauty though, for it were liable he would only be broken once the feelings go unrequited. Why would she love him when her kingdom provides her other souls that can live peacefully while he practices the art of murder?

“What's on you're mind?” she spoke up, yet again breaking his thoughts and snapping him back into reality.

He only sighs and looks around at the garden, many exotic flowers reside in the garden, closed up due to the sun's absence. “It's better left unspoken, princess” he replied to her concern as they walked through the garden. A pond surrounded by stone walls in the middle of the garden cast under a blue hue by the moons above. The princess leads maul over to the pond and they sit on the stone wall keeping the water in.

“Please call me Y/N, there is no need for such formalities out here” she giggled while a burst of wind breezed by, her shiver not going unnoticed by maul.

Ever the gentleman, he takes his cloak off, sadly letting her hand go to do so, revealing his unshadowed face. Crimson skin adorned by inky black tattoos, patterns that make her heart beat quicker by the full view of his face now. Horns small that emerge from his head like a crown, golden eyes surprisingly soft as he offered her his cloak to keep warm. She takes it, slipping it on and wrapping it around herself. His warmth still on it, his scent almost dizzying as she feels her cheeks heat up.

“Thank you maul” she muttered as he offered her a little nod and smile. Nervous under her intense gaze as she admired him, how his crimson and obsidian skin glow beneath the duel moon's light. He was truly a magnificent sight in her eyes, a handsome soul incomparable to anyone else. “Not only a gentleman but a handsome one at that” she compliments him, face flushed.

The zabrak practically snaps his head toward her with a shocked expression. Had he heard her right? Or was his mind playing cruel tricks on him? But one look into her soft enchanting eyes, he saw the awestruck glint in them, how her admiration spills from her own being in waves, detected in the force.

“I think the cold has made you delusional princess -

“I thought we had established to call me by my name?”

“I mean Y/N, and as I was saying -

“Wasn't important because I already know it's nothing but a load of bantha fodder” she cut his words off yet again, already knowing he was about to degrade himself in some form.

“How do you know if you haven't heard what I have to say?” he inquired with an amused smirk, golden eyes sparkling with joy.

“one doesn't need the force to know when someone is about to say something incredibly stupid” she mused with a little shake of her head, her eyes drifting down to her hands folded in her lap. She missed the feeling of his hand in her own, something she didn't know he missed as well.

“Not even known me for an hour and yet you seem to read me well” he lets out a chuckle, “You are quite the character darling” he shakes his head with a fond smile dancing across his lips. His hearts growing attached to her already, despite having only known her for a short period of time.

The wind blew once more, causing fallen leaves to sweep across the garden floor in a swirling dance. Maul watched them but felt the ticklish feeling of one leaf land on his head, his horns keeping the browning thing there. Giggling at the sight, Y/N watches how maul simply gives her a playful glare until his lips tug up in a small grin.

“I'll get it for you, hold still” she slowly leans closer to his side, reaching a delicate hand up to remove the dying leaf from his head. Her fingers letting the leaf go as she kept her hand in place, awestruck by how soft his skin felt beneath her fingertips. Slowly she touched one of his horns as he watched her face display her adoring look, admiring his handsome features as her hand slowly trails down from his horn to press her palm against his cheek, lips parted as she gazed at him with love. The look overwhelming maul almost as he subconsciously leans into her soft touch. The low purr emitting from his chest fueling Y/N to continue, leaning her face closer to his, warm breath gracing his skin, the desire to feel her lips growing stronger as her eyes flutter closed and their noses brush against each other. Lips nearly touch, ghosting over another.

“M'lady Y/N! You're father has been - oh my! I'm sorry to -

Practically pulling away from her faster than a speeder, Maul stood up and glared at the young maid. She showed her fear brought on by his glare as she avoided his eyes. The princess looked disappointed, almost hurt by how he abandoned her side as if she were the most venomous creature in all the galaxy. He ignores her hurt expression and demands his cloak back, brushing off the shatter of his hearts, how they beg him to forget about the kriffing maid and fulfill the need to kiss the princess, to finish what was started. But he gives her one last look, hating how she avoids his eyes and focuses on the younger woman who interrupted the two in the first place.

“Goodnight princess, thank you for showing me around this lovely garden” he bowed and walked away not even awaiting her response. He felt like a fool for how he recoiled from her, how he demanded his cloak back and left in a hurry. But he knew that consequences would be dealt with for the princess if she were spotted kissing the sith assassin paid to rid her home planet of the cold blooded killers destroying the peace her grandfather and father fought hard to keep. Maul knew that he wasn't the right one for her, that he couldn't give in to temptation, it would only break not only his, but her heart as well once he leaves this planet.

But she couldn't help but feel a connection with the sith, her heart yearning to feel his skin again.

His heart yearning to feel her warm delicate touches. The connection he felt growing as he walked away from her, the sight of her eyes already plaguing his mind.

#Darth maul x reader #darth maul x y/n #darth maul imagine #star wars imagine #star wars

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nightglider124 · 4 years ago

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RobStar Week 2020: Day 1

Tis RobStar Week, guysss! Ugh. Yas. That means content for the week of my two disgustingly adorable children. We love to see it.

I do believe it runs from 5th July - 11th July so check the robstarweek tag each day for some robstar joy :3

So, I haven’t written anything really for a while. Especially not based in the TTA universe. But, I’m mildly happy with this one. In theory, it doesn’t actually have much of the kids but it has Robin talking bout his crush with Wally.

Confession... I don’t love the prompt of destiny/fate/star-aligned... all of that. Idk why cos like in essence I believe it. My babies are destined for each other. Buuut, as a prompt, I just never am a fan. So, I tried my best, I swear! XD

This oneshot is set after ‘Titans Together’ but before the movie, ‘Trouble In Tokyo’.

Uh, I know Robin talks about when Starfire kissed him and I know that he doesn’t discover that she learns languages through lip contact until the movie but like... c’mon. Robin is a smart guy and would have thought about it in the time since they first met. I don’t think he would bring it up cos he awks but I think he would put two and two together. So, when it’s mentioned, he is just kinda speculating and then it’s confirmed in the movie. That’s how I’m viewing it anyway. XD

Hope you like it. Happy RobStar week! ^.^

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Star-Aligned/Destiny

The upbeat music drifted and pounded around the whole tower, with the epicentre of the noise coming from the main room, which was fairly packed with Titans from all across the globe, enjoying their Friday night.

It had been about a week since they’d taken down the Brotherhood of Evil and put all the criminals that had been affiliated back in their rightful places within penitentiaries across the world. The ordeal had been difficult on each and every one of the Titans and it had taken a lot of time and energy to ensure that the threat was dealt with and the Brotherhood were dismantled for good.

So, when Beast Boy and Cyborg had approached him about having a party to relax and say thanks to the whole Titans Network for their help in defeating the long standing villains, Robin had been reluctant to say no. He felt that a little fun was well deserved and decided it wasn’t often that they all let loose and just got to act like normal young adults, even if it was only for one night.

He felt good as he sat at the counter, dressed in civvies for the first time in a long time, with a glass of cold soda tantalizing his lips. He knew that some of the boys had snuck in a bit of alcohol and since all of the Titans were technically 18 and over, they were legally allowed to drink in private locations, according to Jump City law. So, he was letting it slide, but that didn’t mean he was about to consume it himself. Robin was all for unwinding but… he still had his wits about him, just in case any alerts came through.

Of course, in the morning, there were a few individuals who he wanted a word with regarding how they purchased the alcohol but he resigned himself to waiting until tomorrow, rather than putting his leader head on right now.

Robin cocked a small smile as he scanned the room from behind the safety net of his mask. He may well have been in casual clothing but the mask always stayed put; an unkickable habit of his, he mused.

Cyborg was over by the sound system, setting up playlists upon playlists with Bumblebee at his side, helping to sort through the music. He could see from where he was perched, every time she saw a song that she clearly didn’t like, she would delete it from the playlist when Cyborg wasn’t looking. It’d provided Robin a good few laughs throughout the night to see his cybernetic friend become confused, scratching his head and wondering if he had had too much to drink, despite only really having about one beer.

Beast Boy was lounging on the sofa, game station controller in hand; his gleeful chuckle echoing every now and then as he challenged those around him to a racing game that he’d practically lived on for the better part of the past year. Herald, Hot Spot and Killowat were huddled around him, each trying to gain the upper hand on the changeling who had won the 4 games prior to the current round.

Robin turned his head, noticing Red Star was talking with Aqualad, Pantha and Argent over near the windows with all of them holding a beverage each and laughing, getting to know one another better since they were all teammates and they’d never really had a chance to interact with one another until now. Robin saw tonight as a good opportunity for the Titans Network to get a little more acquainted with one another so that they had a good roster of friends and colleagues for future events and missions, if necessary.

Directly ahead of him, Gnarrk and Wildebeest were sat at the table, conducting an arm wrestle to see who had the superior strength with smirks so smug that Robin could feel the bravado permeating the air around them. Kole was standing by her best friend’s side, offering quiet encouragement; believing in his abilities wholeheartedly. She smiled as Jericho turned to her, seemingly signing to her, his faith in Gnarrk to win as well; a gesture that made Kole turn a rosy pink and Robin couldn’t help but wonder if there was a bit of a connection brewing between the two.

Behind Wildebeest, Thunder and Lightning were cheering loudly, waving their hands and hooting in favour of the humanoid chimera who simply grunted in acknowledgement of their vocal support.

Robin chuckled quietly to himself and took a sip of his drink, minutely shaking his head as he inwardly wagered on who he thought was more likely to come out on top of said arm wrestle.

In the right hand corner of the room, Robin could see Jinx who looked less than thrilled as she was effectively sandwiched between Kid Flash and Mas Y Menos who were, by the looks of it, having a lengthy debate about who had the faster abilities.

Scrunching his face up, Robin took a moment to consider how that conversation was going considering he knew for a fact Wally didn’t know much Spanish, if any at all.

He shook his head and his eyes travelled over Speedy and Bushido who seemed to be talking and sharing fighting tips, with Speedy making gestures with his hands to explain the types of arrows he used when he battled.

Robin sighed in content, happy for the warm atmosphere surrounding them all. When he’d first started recruiting the people in the room to be a part of their hero network, he hadn’t even considered what it would mean for them to gel together but every single Titan in the tower had proved that they could work effectively with one another, without really even knowing much about those around them.

He was proud of his teammates and friends and he felt confident that if more threats on a larger scale were to ever crop up in the near future, then they would be prepared and ready with a strong force in place.

Tapping his fingertips against the side of his glass, a lingering silver laugh caused him to pause; a tingle descending down his spine with a simultaneous heat prickling his skin. He lifted his head and his gaze inadvertently fell upon Starfire who was sitting on the back of the sofa, her long legs dangling down with her ankles crossed over one another.

Her hands were clasped and in her lap as she talked animatedly with Raven, who in turn, was responding in her usual way of nods and small smiles, only speaking here and there.

Robin gripped his glass a little tighter as he watched the alien Princess shrug her gorgeous mane of ruby hair over her shoulder, pooling down the length of her back.

It had been futile to try and ignore how she looked tonight with Robin deciding how well Earth clothing suited her. She wore a lilac playsuit with a white floral pattern printed all over the fabric. The spaghetti straps of the garment fell perfectly on her shoulders with the rest of it hugging her body comfortably without being too tight or loose enough not to flatter her.

Although, Robin rebuffed that thought immediately. She could wear a trash bag and she’d still make it look amazing.

It was a short faux dress outfit but it was far from distasteful considering it was longer than her day to day uniform. The light frills at the hem were a nice touch, giving the illusion of it being a dress when in fact it wasn’t.

All in all, Robin had a tough time keeping his eyes off of her and it had been that way since the party started earlier in the evening.

He exhaled quietly to himself as he lost in himself in a momentary trance, with Starfire being the pinnacle of it all. Every single thing she did was endearing and he finally understood what people meant whenever they would compare a person to that of sunlight.

Starfire was the epitome of a ray of sunshine; constantly smiling and being her bubbly self, no matter who she was around. She could be around the grouchiest person in the universe and she’d still be able to coax a grin from them, without so much as even trying to.

She was just so naturally inviting; like moths to a flame, Starfire was a friend to all and he could honestly admit that he had never met someone as kind and carefree as her which in his eyes was what made her so unique within their world of heroes.

Robin stared after her, watching the way her jade eyes would shimmer whenever Raven said something remotely funny or something that Starfire could relate to. Her orange skin seemed to glow with every thousand watt smile that found its way onto her cupid bow lips.

Just beneath his rib cage, Robin felt his heart rate start to increase; a quiet thumping of his chest, the longer he stared after her.

Swallowing heavily, Robin averted his eyes, instead choosing to stare down at his bubbling soda. Despite this, his mind remained rooted on the one thing in the room he took the most interest in. He couldn’t help but inwardly dwell on his feelings for the Tamaranean girl, no matter how hard he had tried over the years to refuse and deny what his heart had been singing all along, since she first crash landed on the planet they called home.

It was a constant struggle for him; trying to figure out if it would be worth the risk or if he should remain stoic and unfeeling like another vigilante he was familiar with.

A sudden gust of wind enveloped him, causing his hair to rapidly fly out of place. Staying still, Robin merely sighed and blinked in annoyance, already aware of who was now leaning against the counter beside him.

“Wally…” Robin muttered, reaching a hand up to sort his hair out, casting a scowl in the speedster’s direction.

Kid Flash chuckled and pulled up a seat beside him and nudged his shoulder, “Hey Dick.”

“Do you have to do that every single time?”

“Duh. Think of it as… a privilege of being best friends.”

“Pretty lousy privilege.”

He made a ‘psh’ sound and gave him another shove, “You get what ya get.”

“Uh huh.” Robin replied, leaning forward to take a swig of his drink, feeling the cold liquid slither down his throat. Despite his best efforts to stay inconspicuous, he was unable to stop himself from stealing another glance at Starfire who had moved from her spot on the back of the couch with Raven.

She was giggling with Bumblebee and Argent, swaying her hips and dancing to the music that was swirling in the air; a catchy beat that seemed to be luring quite a few Titans into dancing now.

He could feel his face heating up as he registered that Wally was staring at him with a teasing smirk laced upon his lips. He cut him a scathing look and attempted his best batglare, making Wally snort.

“C’mon. When has that look ever worked to make me stop?” He laughed, taking a gulp of the beer he was holding,

Robin took a deep breath, awaiting the onslaught of jabs. He’d known Wally for most of his life, ever since he’d gotten adopted by Bruce on account of his links with the league.

It’d taken just one encounter with the redhead on a visit to the watchtower and they’d been inseparable.

Of course, that changed somewhat after he left Gotham; the communication dropping with Robin being more so to blame, after effectively shutting those around him out.

It picked up again though, once he had become more established with the Titans, going as far to offer him a spot on the team. Wally had declined at first, unsure how he felt about being with a team but after a while, he came around.

It helped that he happened to run into Jinx whilst he was still mulling over the decision.

Robin sighed and half turned his body towards him, “What are you doing over here?”

“Just wanting to catch up with my bud… obviously.” Wally replied, trying to appear aloof but failing miserably,

Leaning back, Robin spied Jinx still standing where Wally had been beforehand, staring at the twins in bewilderment as they babbled to her in Spanish.

“You know, you’ve basically abandoned Jinx.” Robin muttered,

There was a mischievous glint in his lime eyes as he waved a dismissive hand, “Bah, she’s fine. She needs to socialise with good guys more anyway. Needs to build on her newfound hero ways.”

Robin shrugged and tilted his chin downwards, eyes on the counter top to avoid any more fleeting glances at anyone in particular.

“So…” Wally drawled, in that tone.

Sighing heavily, Robin looked up at him, “What?”

“Star’s looking hot tonight.” He taunted and it took everything Robin had not to react in the way Wally clearly wanted him to,

“Mhm. She looks great.” Robin mumbled, not really in the mood for this kind of conversation. He had been feeling pretty mellow but he could sense that slipping away and being sent spiralling into the mess of emotions he experienced from time to time where Starfire was concerned.

“Dick… c’mon.” Wally persisted, levelling with him, “Your crush on her isn’t exactly subtle.”

“Well… she doesn’t know so it seems to be working so far.”

Wally snorted, “To practically everyone else, it’s obvious that something is going on.”

Dick took a deep inhale and gripped his glass with both hands, preparing himself for more of Wally’s insistence, “Well, there’s not. Sorry to disappoint.”

“Dude.” He paused and leaned into him, his tone shifting into a more sincere one, “Maybe there would be something if… y’know… you made a move on the ol’ Princess?”

Whilst it was in his nature to deflect anything to do with feelings; especially romantic ones, at all costs, there was something gnawing at him; encouraging him to open up a bit. It was Wally, after all.

“I can’t.” Dick sighed, loosening the grip of his fingers around the glass,

“Sure you can. Just get up, go over there and ask her to dance or… I don’t know, smooth talk her.” Wally suggested,

“No… I mean… I can’t. I’m the leader of the Titans… Bruce always taught me not to get involved that way with a teammate. It causes rifts in team dynamics and-”

Wally cut him off with a scoff, “Who cares? If you feel that way about her, which you obviously do, you deal with those kinds of things and work it out as you go along.”

Dick sighed for what felt like the hundredth time in the past 10 minutes, “It doesn’t matter.”

Sensing that he was retreating into himself again, Wally tried an alternate route, “You know… with all the doe eyes you make at her, you never told me how you actually met.”

Without really even being aware of it, a soft smile graced Dick’s lips, “Uh… I’d just got to Jump and was dealing with this thief and saw this… streak of green across the sky. I went to check it out and turns out, she’d quite literally crash landed to Earth.”

“That must’ve been so cool, man.” Wally laughed,

Dick inclined his head a little, “It was… different to anything I’d had in Gotham.”

“Yeah, but Starfire is… sweetness and joy.”

The ebony haired hero chuckled to himself, “Uh… not at first. She…” He paused and glanced at her, gauging just how much he should leave out about where she came from on that day, ��She was… being held prisoner by these aliens… Gordanians are what they were called. Long running warfare between them and Tamaran and… a few other planets.”

“Prisoner?” Wally queried, clearly vying for more information,

“Let’s just say… she was forced from her world and it… wasn’t because of any crimes.”

Wally stared at him for a long moment before something softened in his expression and he nodded, “So… what was she like?”

“As you can imagine… she didn’t trust any of us. Hissing and seething and blowing shit up.”

“Badass.” Wally grinned,

Dick chuckled, “Yeah… she didn’t know English either so… couldn’t exactly explain to her that we just wanted her to stop.”

“How’d she get so fluent in the language then?”

His cheeks turned red almost instantly and he cleared his throat, willing the blush to dim until it vanished, “Her people can learn languages instantaneously through uh… lip contact. I think.”

“You think?”

“Well… after she… did it… um… she spoke English… so I just assume…”

Wally blinked in surprise, “Wow. That’s a useful trait-” He cut himself short as he recognized the discomfort on his best friend’s face, “Oh my god. She learned it from you, didn’t she? You got a kiss from her on the first day you met her!”

Dick snapped his head in Wally’s direction, “Can you shut up, please? We’ve… never talked about it. Kissing isn’t a thing on her world… and I never brought it up.”

“She knows what ‘lip contact’ means on Earth though, right?”

“She knows now… I mean she must know, considering how many romance movies we’ve sat through on movie nights.” Dick shook his head, “Like I said… we’ve never talked about it so… I don’t know what she thinks on that front.”

Wally chuckled, “No wonder you’ve been smitten with her since day one. I would be too if a hot space girl kissed me in the middle of telling her to stop ripping a city apart.”

Dick was about to protest, but relaxed and smirked, “Yeah… well… she made an impression, to say the least.”

“Sounds like… Mm… I don’t know.”

“What?” Dick prompted,

“You’ll just wave it off but… I mean… maybe it was meant to be.”

“What are you talking about?”

“People who are meant to be in your life don’t just fall out of the sky on a day to day basis, Dick.” Wally droned, looking at him like he was an idiot,

The Boy Wonder chewed on the inside of his cheek; his mind a bubble of thought, “It’s… not the craziest thing.” He paused and looked at her again, still dancing around without a care in the world, “She brought us together… we know for a fact… she’s the glue that keeps us together; the heart of our team… without her… we wouldn’t last.”

“See? That, my friend, is fate.” Wally surmised,

“I don’t know about that, Wally. It… just so happened we were all in the area at the same time.” Dick rebuffed,

“Listen… whether you want to admit it or not… don’t you think it seems a little too coincidental that you all met Starfire on this one day and it basically set out your futures for the next few years at the least?” Wally asked, raising an eyebrow at him,

“Okay, fine. Let’s say that it is… fate or whatever… are you saying that the same applies to how I feel about her?” He challenged,

Wally scoffed and flailed his hands around slightly, “Duh! I’m telling you, there is no way that you ‘just so happened’ to meet Starfire and your team, start a network of teenage heroes that extends across the world and end up falling for the one who caused this… cataclysm… just by chance. It just doesn’t happen.”

Remaining silent, Dick felt the urge to mock him ebbing away, the more he tried to reason with him.

He was probably the furthest thing from a believer when it came to things such as fate and destiny, having turned cynical shortly after his parents were murdered.

By Wally’s logic, everything in life happened for a reason, with the goal of eventually fulfilling the path set out in stone for you when you’re first brought into existence.

“Wally…”

“The universe didn’t exactly have you meet her to just be ‘best friends’ for your whole life. You wouldn’t stare at her or think about her or want her the way you do, if it wasn’t supposed to happen dude.”

Dick blinked, “This is the most philosophical way of telling me to make a move that you have ever used.”

Bursting into laughter, Wally lifted his shoulders and smiled, “Yeah, you’re probably right. But you know what I’m saying, at least on some level, makes sense.”

The Titans leader evaded admitting something like that, “Mm… what I know is that you’re only spewing destiny related stuff because of one beer too many.”

Wally looked scandalised for a long moment before he shrugged, “Okay, I might be a tad tipsy but it’s still relevant, Dick.” He sighed and threw an arm haphazardly around his best friend’s shoulders, “I’m trying to push you… for you. Whether you wanna believe me when I say it’s some kinda fate or not, the fact is… you can’t expect her to wait forever.”

Tugging himself away, Dick pulled a sour expression and turned to him, “And what if I do and it blows up in my face, huh? What if I go over there and ask her out and she says no?” He deflated and looked down at the counter top, “I doubt she sees me that way anyway so what’s the point?”

Chuckling almost instantly, Wally rolled his eyes and looked at Dick with a raised brow, “Seriously? Dude, I’m not even on your immediate team and I can see that she likes you just as much as you like her.”

Dick cleared his throat, his cheeks turning pink on their own accord, “You don’t know that for sure.”

“Okay well, it comes across pretty clearly except to you, apparently.” Wally paused, “Besides, aren’t you basically our biggest risk taker? You love that whole thrill of not knowing.”

Dick grunted, “Not on this kind of thing.”

“Right, right because it makes you all vulnerable and junk.” Wally drawled, earning another glare from the masked hero but choosing to ignore it, “Dick… I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to. I don’t think anyone can since you’re stubborn as hell. But… just remember… Starfire is beautiful and super sweet. You’re not the only guy in this hero network that thinks so… and if you don’t move your ass and at least make it known to her you’re interested… you might lose your chance altogether.”

Opening his mouth to protest, Dick was cut short from doing so as Wally lightly nudged his shoulder and stared pointedly across the room, waiting for Dick to follow his line of sight as well.

Over near the large glass window panels, Starfire was standing, looking happily flushed from all the activity buzzing around her; something she constantly thrived on whenever parties were in full swing. Her smile was soft and patient as she bobbed her head, laughing at what was being said to her.

Dick felt his stomach lurch and his heart started pounding painfully within his chest as he noticed who was standing alongside her. Speedy was grinning at her, talking and making jokes about god knows what. He watched as the archer took a step towards her and gently touched her arm.

Starfire appeared unbothered by the gestures but it greatly unnerved Dick, considering he could tell from Speedy’s posture that he was attempting to ‘woo’ her.

He bolted up from the stool he’d been sitting on at the counter, his fingertips pressing against the surface of it so hard, they were turning white. He could feel his chest constricting as his breathing turned harsh, an odd type of panic overtaking him.

“Hm… strange reaction for someone who doesn’t have feelings for her…” Wally murmured sarcastically before taking a long sip of his beer,

Narrowing his eyes, Dick turned to scowl at him, “How long has he been talking to her?”

“Only about 2 minutes. Though… he sure looks like he’s getting comfy with your girl there…”

Taking a deep breath, Dick let his hand slide off of the counter and he cleared his throat. He felt nervous but there was a knee jerk reaction in him that was yelling to get over there and interrupt Speedy’s attempts at romancing his best friend.

His gaze fell on Starfire who seemed oblivious to the obvious signals Speedy was sending towards her. Dick cocked a half smile, glad that she wasn’t playing into it. It gave him a rise of hope that maybe she wasn’t responding like a typical girl because she already had feelings for another guy that was possibly him. Maybe.

“What… what should I do when I get over there?” Dick queried, suddenly feeling the confidence drain from him,

“I don’t know. Ask her to dance?” Wally smiled sympathetically at him, “Dick… it’s Starfire. Isn’t she like… the one who makes you feel the most at ease?”

Dick swiveled his head back towards the auburn haired beauty, “She is.”

“Then it’ll be fine once you get over there.” Wally encouraged, tipping his beer bottle in his direction,

Nodding, Dick offered him a slight smile, “Thanks… Wally.”

“You know me, man. I’m a man of loveee.”

Dick sighed, “And there’s the idiot.”

With that, he picked up his soda and made his way through the strings of Titans as casually as he could, without appearing as though he was desperately wanting to get between that tiny space that was still between Speedy and Starfire.

Watching through bright eyes, Wally smiled to himself as Dick reached the two. Speedy looked to be quite put out about his appearance but the speedster wasn’t paying much attention to him.

Rather, all he could see was the way Starfire lit up at Robin’s emergence. Her smile stretched from ear to ear, her emerald eyes shining with joy as she clasped her hands around his upper arm in an exuberant greeting.

In return, Dick grinned back at her, talking with ease and a relaxed aura about him. Speedy looked effectively closed off and shut down, which if it were any other girl, Wally would feel pretty bad for him.

But, he knew how long Dick had had a thing for the alien Princess. He just hoped he would actually get it together and do something about it before it was too late.

“Well done, Grayson.” Wally chuckled to himself, before taking another sip of his drink and scanning the room for a certain pink haired sorceress.

#robstarweek #robstarweek2020 #robin #starfire #robstar #teen titans #fanfic #oneshot #day 1 #star-aligned/destiny #queued #nightglider124

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rwby-grimm-guardians · 4 years ago

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RWBY Grimm Guardians Arc 1: Monster Weapons Ch 4

Side Xiao Long: Fencer of Gold

Hey guys! Welcome back to my canon divergent RWBY AU, Grimm Guardians. This is Side Side Xiao Long. This chapter is named after “Fencer of Gold” by Jam Project.

I TRIED to find a song that had to do with dragons, but again, I couldn’t find any. So please comment a youtube link if you found one, please. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I don’t own RWBY or it’s characters.

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(Prior to leaving for Junior’s Club)

Yang Xiao Long stretched her arms and legs, before grabbing her Dual Ranged Shot Gauntlets, Ember Celica. After putting them on, she heard a voice. “So...are we finally going to see some action?” The voice yawned, to which Yang chuckled. “Relax, we’re almost ready. It’s been a while since you talked, Ember.” Yang said.

Ember materialized in front of the teenage girl, sitting and gave a smirk. The Weapon Spirit appeared as a young adult, tanned, a bit voluptuous, and toned as hell, with short blonde hair, scars, red right and lilac left eye. She was wearing a yellow muscle shirt, brown jeans, and MMA gloves, along with an orange scarf and sunglasses. “I was bored as hell. Can you blame me?” She said, standing up and matching Yang’s height.

The teenager snorted, “I guess not. Though I would like to talk about you and Dad and how you know each other.” The Weapon Spirit nodded and put an arm around the other blonde’s shoulder. “So, you know how Taiyang, much like Summer, made a bond with a Demigod Grimm? Well, I was that.” She said. “While I didn’t gain a form until I became your Weapon Spirit, Tai always considered me as his ‘sibling’.”

“So...you’re basically my aunt. Is that what you’re saying?” Yang asked, only to receive a shrug. Ember rubbed her chin, “Well, only if you want me as one. I personally don’t have an issue with titles.” Yang nodded, “I’ll stick with Ember. Did you and Dad ever talk?” “Well, we never talked about personal life, as I believed that it should be kept private.” The Weapon Spirit said.

“However, I would give him some advice whenever he was in combat and teach him new fighting techniques.” Ember said, which Yang nodded to. “Did you know...her?” Yang asked. She didn’t need to specify who she meant by “her”. She was obviously referring to her mother, Raven Branwen. Ember sighed and shook her head, “No. All I need knew, up until now, were Tai, Summer, and the Demonic Grimm that inhabited Summer.”

For about an hour, that’s what Yang and Ember talked about. Ember mostly went through her history with Taiyang and only briefly talked about Summer and the Demonic Grimm that inhabited her. She left out any information about Raven, due to not really knowing her. Yang did ask questions here and there, but she was mostly interested and immersed in Ember’s stories.

“What do you think of Crescent Rose?” Yang asked. Ember tapped her chin in deep thought, “She’s good. Nice. Caring. Though something about her seems...familiar.” After a couple of moments, Yang’s eyes widened. “You don’t think she could be…” She started, only for Ember to shake her head. “I doubt it. She was killed. When a bond dies, we Demigod and Demonic Grimm die with them.” The Weapon Spirit said. “Then again...I don’t know if there’s a way to cheat the system.”

“I wouldn’t get your hopes up too much.” Ember said., knowing Yang was coming to conclusions. “While she may look like Summer, there is currently NO evidence that supports that she IS her. Crescent could be the Demonic Grimm that bonded with her or a new being entirely.” Yang sighed, “ Gāisǐ de. ” Ember rubbed the blonde girl’s back, “Relax, Yángguāng. I just said that there was CURRENTLY no evidence. There may be some, but we haven’t found it yet.”

Yang nodded, feeling slightly better over the situation. She then looked at the clock and said, “We should get going very soon.” The Weapon Spirit nodded and stood up, walking to the door. When she opened it, she was unexpectedly greeted by Taiyang. “Came to wish us good luck, Tai?” She asked. The blonde male nodded, “Yes, also I...need to ask you something.” Ember stood in silence, realizing that Taiyang probably heard some of her conversation with Yang.

Before she could answer, Yang came up and hugged her father. Taiyang chuckled and hugged her back, before the two broke the embrace as Yang went to the door. “You be careful, okay?” Taiyang said, receiving a nod from his eldest daughter. “We will!” She said with a grin. “We’ll let you know when we’re on our way back.” She then went outside to prep her motorcycle, Bumblebee for her trip.

After Yang went outside, Taiyang looked at Ember, who just sighed. “I assume you heard?” She asked. The blonde male nodded, “Is it true?” “Is what true?” The Weapon Spirit asked, albeit a tad sarcastically. Before Taiyang could speak, Ember put a hand over his mouth, “Listen, Tai. I don’t know. As of now, there’s NO evidence that proves that Crescent is Summer, the Demonic Grimm that inhabited her, or a completely new individual.”

There was a brief period of silence, before Taiyang sighed with a sad tone. “I assume you don’t want me to think about it too much?” He asked, receiving a nod from his “sister”. “That would be wise.” She said. “I know you miss Summer and Raven, but staying in the past isn’t going to help you. It’s only going to cause depression.” Taiyang just sighed once more, but reluctantly nodded.

Yang came back inside and shouted, “Ember! The bike’s ready!” “I’ll be out in a bit!” The Weapon Spirit called out and then turned back to the blonde man. “Well, I’m headed out. Please don’t think too much on it.” She said. “It’s not healthy for your mind.” After Taiyang reluctantly nodded, he hugged the Weapon Spirit before letting go and waved goodbye to her and his eldest daughter.

“You two be careful now! Okay?” He called out, receiving a nod from Yang. “We will! Bye!” She said with a smile. Taiyang smiled and waved, “Bye. Good luck!” After Yang nodded in thanks, she closed the door. Taiyang sighed as he heard the motorcycle start up and drive off to the girls’ destination and pulled out his scroll. He dialed a number and put the device up to his ear.

“Qrow?” He said into the mic. “It’s me. I need you to do something for me.” “What is it?” The male Branwen asked. “It’s Yang. She and Ember are heading to Junior’s bar.” The blonde man said, only to hear a chuckle from Qrow. “They’ll be fine, Tai. They aren’t fragile.” The black hair man said. Taiyang’s jaw dropped, “What do you mean they’ll be fine!?”

“Do you have little faith in your daughter and ‘sister’?” Qrow asked. It took a couple seconds for the male Xiao Long to respond, “No.” “Do you trust them that they’ll be safe?” Qrow asked again. Taiyang sighed, “Yes.” “Then don’t worry. They’ll be fine. Yang and Ruby will be fine with their Weapon Spirits.” Qrow confirmed. “Now, I’ll call you back. I have to meet with someone.”

Taiyang raised an eyebrow, “With who?” “She’ll kill me if I told you. Relax, we can trust her.” Qrow answered. While Taiyang had some suspicions on who Qrow’s contact was, he didn’t say anything about, instead saying, “Alright. I’ll leave you to it. By the way, I...want to ask you a personal question.” Qrow suppressed a sigh, “What is it?” Taiyang took a deep breath, before asking, “Do you think Crescent Rose is Summer?”

Dead silence. There was complete and utter silence from the other end of the line that Taiyang was almost sure that Qrow hung up on him. He snapped back into reality from him feeling guilty when the male Branwen answered, “I don’t know.” “Did Ember speak to you about that?” Qrow asked, earning a sigh from the blonde man. “Yes.” He said. “And?” Qrow asked once more. Taiyang sighed and reluctantly said, “She told me not to worry about it...and that there was no evidence to prove it.”

“Okay then.” Qrow said. “I would suggest that you listen to her.” The blonde man groaned and sighed, “Fine.” “She’s right, you know.” The male Branwen said. “I gotta go now. Bye.” “Bye.” Taiyang then hung up and rubbed his eyes. Was he this tired before? Or was the conversation and his thoughts that made it seem like it? He sighed and laid on the couch. He needed to relax, and if a nap would do that? So be it. He left his scroll on the coffee table, in case anyone needed to call him, and shut his eyes.

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Translation from Chinese: Gāisǐ de = Damn it, Yángguāng = Sunshine

And there you have it. Side Xiao Long is FINALLY finished. It took a LOT longer to make this and I’d honestly rather not state why, but it’s done. Side Branwen will be up tomorrow. See you then.

#rwby #rwby au #rwby fanfiction #yang xiao long #taiyang xiao long #qrow branwen #grimm guardians au #rwby ocs #ember celica

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heyyyharry · 6 years ago

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My Girl Series: Chapter 15 - My Girl

…in which Harry and Y/N go back to where it all began. {end of book 1}

Series description: Y/N falls in love with the older boy next door who doesn’t feel the same, years later they meet again at a funeral.

AU: actor!harry, older!harry, younger!y/n; (4-year age gap)

Chapter 14: Home Truth - Y/N discovers a family secret, and Harry is in despair.

Book 2: Masterlist - Thursday, May 16 // First preview - Thursday, May 23 // First chapter - Friday, May 24 (WATTPAD) and Saturday, May 25 (TUMBLR) // 12pm GMT.

Warning: nothing but angst and plenty of mistakes because I didn’t proofread.

A/N: listen to this while reading. And let’s see if you can find all the parallels between this chapter and the first one. ;)

OC version

Ten years ago, in the town of Holmes Chapel, a little girl started her first journal entry with a story for her class assignment. She defined true happiness as the older boy next door who owned her heart. Her parents' marriage had proven that true love didn't exist, yet Harry showed up and all her walls came tumbling down.

Every day before bed, Y/N would write about him in her pink notebook, about the possibility of an unknown future where they lived happily ever after. She was so young. And everything was easy, until it was not.

He was hers, until he wasn't.

One night she went straight to bed without writing about him. There was nothing to write about the person you were no longer friends with.

She'd been losing sleep, asking herself why Harry never came back to their treehouse, why he didn't say hello when he walked right past her with his friends, how he could just stop knowing her. She kept wondering, yet she waited, and waited, and waited.

She waited, until he left her.

For two years since he was gone, she'd been expecting a call, a letter, anything that let her know for him she still existed. But every day came a new disappointment as she checked her mailbox to find nothing from him.

Eventually, Y/N took her mother's advice to write to Harry first. She began with a draft in her pink notebook, putting her heart and soul into every single word on the paper. But once she'd finished it, her fear of never getting a response overpowered her need to reach out for him. So she kept it to herself and decided to write even more letters that she would never send; just to get the overwhelming sadness out of her system, and for her to miss him a bit less every day.

Now 24-year-old Harry was alone in his bedroom, too focused on those words to even notice the sun was rising. With tears running down his face, he imagined her reading everything to him.

Dear Harry, she would begin in each letter before telling him about her day, her silly thoughts, her plan for the future, how much she'd missed him, and asking him questions like 'are you coming back?' and 'do you think about me sometimes?' All of those things made his heart wrench in a way that healed him and tore him up at the same time.

The bone-deep fear grew much larger now that he'd reached Y/N's last entry written the night before her first time on a date. The love she had for Blake was proof that she had moved on from Harry once and would do it again if she wanted to. So apparently, Harry had less time on his hand than he thought. It was in that moment of dismal stillness that all the voices in his head started screaming at each other. What should he do now? One wrong move would inevitably lead to major consequences. But if he didn't make a move, he'd have zero chance of winning her back.

As his ringtone pierced through the silence like a cannonball, Harry's eyes sparkled with hope. He had prayed that it was her until seeing the name Niall on the screen made him gutted. Harry held the phone at his ear, falling down onto his back and darting his tiring eyes to the ceiling.

"Harold," his best friend spoke first. "Do you know the brand of that camera Isey's been using lately?"

Harry sighed at the question, laying an arm on his forehead. "I don't know, mate. Why don't you ask him?"

"I did text him but he hasn't replied. Thanks anyway, I'll wait until he comes back from Holmes Chapel."

The town name caused Harry's eyes to shoot open as he sat straight up on the bed, eyebrows drew together. "Why's he in Holmes Chapel?"

"Yesterday he came to visit Smiley, I mean Bambi, then decided to stay for her father's wedding. But...which one of you is dating Y/N? Are you back with Ruby now, because—"

"Sorry mate, I'm—I'm gonna have to call you back," Harry interjected those endless inquiries before hanging up on Niall without further explanation. There was not enough time to raise questions of his own about why Isaac didn't tell him anything and went to see Y/N alone. He didn't even feel betrayed, he just felt scared as he grabbed his car key and bolted towards the door. He couldn't lose her now, not again, not this way.

"This is it," Y/N mumbled to herself as she walked through the door. The air was sweet and the sky was clear, a perfect day for a wedding.

There was nothing outside but sunshine, yet just to step into it made her heart thump in her chest. Something about seeing her garden for the first time in years away from home was so strange. Maybe it was the giggles of children, or the screaming of their parents who warned them about spoiling their outfits, or loud conversations of overly excited relatives who only showed up when there was a wedding or a funeral.

The white decorations went a bit over the top for a wedding that was supposed to be small. Knowing Marcy, Y/N wasn't surprised. She thought it was smart to be extravagant on the white and having pastel as the dress code, now the scene really did look like a beautiful mosaic.

But it wasn't just the wedding that had changed her backyard entirely. It was also the fact that Marcy had turned this spot into the dream garden Tam had always wanted, with all types of flowers Y/N could name or even more. The grass was always green and fresh as her stepmother made sure that it was watered and trimmed regularly. The sprinklers would come up in the early morning to wake up the flower kingdom that used to only exist on the other side of the fence. Apparently, Bradford wasn't the only one well-taken care of since Marcy came around.

Y/N went to find Isaac, trying to avoid the cousins she disliked, the aunties who always pinched her cheeks, and those uncles who always asked whom she was dating. And even though she wasn't actually thinking about him, like a habit she still darted her eyes to the tree standing tall in the backyard next door.

There it was, her childhood fort made of wood — the only thing that stayed the same in this town despite how many years had passed. It stood there, tall and proud, unbothered by the changes in weather and time, surviving through all the storms. If only people were the same, Y/N thought to herself. Sadly, the human heart was a delicate little thing. It had to change in order to adapt, otherwise, it wouldn't stay alive.

"Hey."

The voice caused her head to spin. Instantly, Y/N put on a smile when she saw Isaac, who was wearing her father's pastel blue shirt in order to match the theme.

"Wow, you look..." The man was speechless for two seconds as he saw her in the dress Marcy had picked out. He tried to look for a better word, but he couldn't come up with anything else so he settled with "...beautiful."

Y/N giggled as she shook her head, standing with her hands behind her back and trying to hide her rosy cheeks from his charmingly timid blue eyes.

"Thank you," she said. "You look beautiful yourself."

"To be honest, I think I'm way too underdressed," he replied, opening his arms to look at the shirt that seemed too oversized for him. The way he lifted an eyebrow questioningly at himself made her giggle. When he finally looked up and flashed her a grin, they shared the kind of glance that sent both into silence for a long moment.

"We should go find our seats," she blurted, turning away to leave yet he stopped her just in time.

"Hold on." Isaac took her wrist, taking a step forward to close the distance between them. Before Y/N could ask, he carefully tucked the wavy strand behind her ear since it kept falling out of her bun, no matter how many times she'd tried to brush it back into place. As his eyes twinkled with another smile, Y/N was certain she had never seen a blue so warm.

"Pastel pink suits you very well," he said in an undertone, his fingers which had previously wrapped around her wrist were now intertwined with hers.

"T-Thanks," Y/N muttered shyly as she followed him, they were the last ones to find their seats so the wedding ceremony could begin.

Even though Y/N's idea of love had changed constantly throughout the years, her adoration for weddings never had. To her, a wedding was like a temporary happy ending. No matter what had happened before or might happen after, in this moment, there was nothing but bliss. This was the closest reality could ever get to fiction, and for someone who'd been writing fictional love stories her entire life, it was good to live through a moment like this once in a while.

All the guests rose up when Marcy's favorite song 'Yellow' began to play. Most eyes were on the beautiful bride as she marched down the aisle, holding her father's hand and a bouquet of daisies that Y/N had helped her arrange last night. Meanwhile, the twenty-year-old kept her eyes on her father, who had already burst into happy tears. Seeing him cry was all it took for Y/N to start sobbing as well.

"Dumbass Marcy picked the worst day to wear non-waterproof makeup." Her lips twitched in amusement as her father kept wiping off his bride's running mascara every five seconds.

"She looks good though," said Isaac, who couldn't stop beaming now.

Y/N nodded to agree. She could never deny the fact that Marcy was naturally pretty and was always the center of attention. But today she looked radiantly gorgeous, probably because happiness was the most authentic real-life filter. Y/N was content, knowing a woman could only look that happy when she was madly in love.

Bradford had gone through so much, starting from his wife's betrayal and tragic death, to rumors about him being unfaithful and a cold-hearted liar, to his daughter's hatred for she had loved her mother too much to understand. After everything, this was the ending he deserved. And Y/N was very proud of him.

"Y/N! It's happening!"

Y/N widened her eyes as her overexcited best friend grabbed her by the arms and pushed her against the lockers. They had caught the attention from a few other kids in the hallway, however, Celine was too thrilled to even care.

"Blake Roman is gonna ask you out!"

"Blake and I are only study buddies." Y/N snorted. Holding her books to her chest, she told the shorter girl, "I know he doesn't like me, at least...not that way."

"But he does! He told Flynn who told Marcus who told Amala who told me that he was gonna ask you out today! God, I'm so happy for you!" Celine squealed, shaking Y/N violently before pulling her into a suffocating hug. The tiny girl expected her friend to jump or even scream, yet her actual reaction was much disappointing.

"I really like Blake, but..."

"No, but! But isn't good!" Celine rebuked Y/N's thought before she could even finish it. Straightening her arms, the smaller one pulled away, seemingly so upset. "You like Blake, Y/N. Just stop there, alright?"

"Blake and I are so different. Besides, have you seen the girls he used to date?"

"You're not turning him down because you're insecure, are you?!"

"I'm not!" She was. "Boys like Blake..." Or boys in general. "They're gonna leave you eventually."

Celine's hardened expression was exactly in the card, but the words that came out from her mouth was definitely unexpected.

"It's still about Harry, right?"

The tone of the question made it seem more like a statement. Following her instinct, the first thing Y/N did was counter the remark, yet deep within she was still second-guessing what her true answer might be.

"Not everything I do is about Harry."

Celine couldn't look less dubious. At a time like this, she would normally start ranting about why Harry wasn't worth it, but she knew Y/N would shut her ears to such opinions as always. Of course, she couldn't understand the kind of love her best friend had for a boy who'd been gone for two years. Therefore, she hated how Y/N refused to acknowledge the fact that Harry might not return.

"Please go out with Blake," Celine said, taking a deep breath. "Don't put your entire life on hold just because you're missing someone."

And just like that, she walked off, knowing her words would stay behind as they were already engraved in Y/N's brain.

"Harry, where the hell are you?!"

"Jeff, I—"

"What's wrong with you?! The whole team is waiting!"

Honestly, Harry didn't know what was wrong with him, like when he skipped the BAFTAs, when he canceled his schedule at the last minute to take Y/N back to Holmes Chapel. And now he was returning to that old town for it might be his last chance to win her back. The reason that he'd put his career and reputation at risk, the only person who mattered above all, was the one he'd let down.

"I'll explain to you later, I promise. I'm so sorry," he told his manager and didn't even let the man speak as he hung up the call to keep on driving. He knew he might not make it back before the wedding was over. He could only hope that she would wait. She'd waited for him her whole life, yet a couple minutes more seemed so expensive.

As he drove, the only thing playing in his head were the words she'd written in her journal, which he'd left behind when he was in a rush. Still, he remembered everything and now those words wouldn't leave him alone.

'Dear Harry,

This might be the last letter I'm writing to you. I'm going on a date tomorrow, a real date, can you believe it?

Blake finally asked me out. This would be my first date ever and I'm sweating just from thinking about it. If you were here I know you would give me a ton of advice, something like 'don't let him touch you where you don't wanna be touched', and I would roll my eyes and tell you you're overreacting. Fortunately you're not here. But don't worry, we won't go that far. I really like Blake, and you might like him too once you see how sweet he is to me.

As I said in one of my letters, when there comes a guy I really like, I will stop writing to you and let you go. I feel like this is it. This is the one...'

Since her family didn't usually have guests, Y/N was pretty surprised when she got home to find her mother talking to their neighbor in the kitchen. The last time she spoke to Anne was the day Harry left, after that she had no more reasons to spend time with his family to get updated on how they'd been. Now that Anne was here, she was hoping to get some news about Harry.

Of course, Tam had no idea that her sixteen-year-old daughter was standing right outside and listening to this conversation. If she had known, she wouldn't have said what she was about to say.

"You must be so proud. If I were you I would tell the whole town that my son just signed a big movie contract, and his girlfriend is a model."

"I'm about to go knock on every door," Anne replied as they both shared a good laugh.

Meanwhile, heartbroken Y/N flopped down on the bottom stair with her hands on her chest. She couldn't make a sound or else they would know she was there, but she was too hurt to even move. When the front door opened, she almost didn't notice, until her dad appeared and paused as he saw his teenage daughter sitting right there.

At first, he couldn't understand why she seemed so sad, until he heard Anne laughing in the kitchen. He took a guess that his daughter had sat there long enough to hear something about Harry which she didn't want to hear. The look on her face had said it all.

He parted his lips, yet no sound escaped. He was never good at talking about feelings and giving advice on growing up and falling in love for the first time. That was why he'd left it all to Tam to be the consultant in the house. However, seeing Y/N like this made him wish he had tried to be her friend. Now he'd missed another chance to get to know her as she was quick to run upstairs without saying another word.

Y/N locked herself in her room and sat with her back against the door, holding both knees to her chest. The moment she spotted the pink notebook lying on her bed, Celine's words came to life once again. She'd been putting her life on hold for him, while his life still moved on as the earth kept spinning round. He'd got a movie contract and was dating a model. Here she was, saying no to every chance of happiness she could get, to keep her door wide open for someone she hadn't heard from for two years.

What was she doing?

The buzzing of the phone in Y/N's pocket made her flinch. She pulled it out, expecting it to be Celine but it was a different name that she saw.

⌲ Blake: Can I see you tonight? I have something important to say to you.

So it was true, Y/N thought to herself as she went over that question a couple times. Blake did want to ask her out. However, she wanted to say no. This relationship hadn't even started yet and she could already envision all the different scenarios of him leaving her.

Sighing, the girl typed down her answer, knowing it was for the best if she'd just turn him down and be alone. But when she was done and ready to press send, she hesitated. No. This wasn't the right way. Her life had to move on, she had to start somewhere.

After contemplating for a little bit more, she came to a decision to delete it all and type down something else.

⌲ Sure. Where do we meet?

It took less than two seconds for her phone to buzz again.

⌲ Blake: I'll come over at 8.

When Y/N read his reply, her heart came to a halt. She exhaled through her mouth, tossing her head back against the door to roll her eyes upward, staring at the ceiling. This could be the worst decision or the best one she'd made. She would never know if she didn't try.

Y/N loved the view from her treehouse. When she was sitting up there, looking at the trees and the roofs and the field behind her yard, she felt like she was on top of the world. She remembered thinking that someday she would build her own house in a tree where she and Harry could live happily together with their little family.

But growing up was when you realized not everything was possible like it was in the mind of a child, that people didn't live on trees, that it wasn't always good to be alone all the time, and the boy you thought would be the love of your life couldn't be the love of your life forever.

As the wedding party went on, Y/N decided to find her escape on the treehouse. It was the first time she'd been up here since the night of her mother's funeral. She sat on the edge, watching the children chasing one another in her backyard and thinking about when she was their age. However, she wasn't depressed as she thought about the past anymore. After everything that had happened, her falling out with Harry, her finding the truth about her mother, she realized life was too short to hold onto grief. Everything you had today could disappear tomorrow. In order to enjoy life to the fullest, it was best to just treat memories as a place to visit once in a while, not a place to stay.

"Smiley!"

Isaac's voice pulled Y/N's attention away from her jungle of thoughts. She looked down right by the fence where he stood with a massive smile upon his face.

"What are you doing in your neighbor's treehouse?"

"This is my treehouse actually."

The way she scrunched up her nose made him laugh. Though Isaac was a bit confused by that answer, he simply shrugged it off and asked, "can I join you up there?"

"Sure. The ladder is over there."

When Y/N said it, she temporarily forgot the promise she'd made to Harry when she was fourteen. As soon as it came to her mind, Isaac was already on his way up. But then she thought to herself, maybe even if Harry had been there, he wouldn't have cared. She'd never let anyone else enter their treehouse, not even Blake, because she used to take that promise so seriously, thinking this place must've meant the whole world to him. Now she didn't really know if it still meant anything to him.

"Be careful!"

"Don't underestimate m—Shit!"

Isaac nearly missed his last step on the rope ladder, and the look of relief on his face when she reached for his arms made her laugh so hard.

Once again, she had someone else by her side as they sat on the edge of the treehouse with their feet dangling in the air, feeling the breezes blowing through their hair. She felt his eyes on her as she watched her father and Marcy laughing with the wedding guests.

"Bored of the party?" He asked in an attempt to gain back her attention.

"Not a family gathering kind of gal, you know what I'm sayin'?" Her fake American accent as she did a peace sign got Isaac chuckling and rolling his eyes playfully. He looked around after she'd gone back to silence. There were so many questions he wanted to ask, beginning with the reason why she'd told him this treehouse belonged to her. But it wasn't necessary anymore now that he'd just seen ‘Y/N ❤ Harry’ carved on the floor.

"So...this is Harry's..."

Y/N seemed a bit puzzled by what he said, until she also spotted the words that she didn't even remember were there.

"He let me have this place when he left so it's mine now." She laughed slightly, but Isaac knew she found no humor in those words. Taking a deep breath, she added, "in the language of angsty teens, this was where I came to cry."

Her joke made both of them chuckle.

"This used to be my favorite place in the world," she said in a hushed toned after the laughter had died down. "Harry...used to be my favorite person in the world."

This was the first time she'd ever admitted her feelings for Harry to Isaac. The last and only time she spoke about Harry to him was on their first unofficial date, otherwise, Isaac would've misunderstood the nature of their so-called 'friendship'. Now she felt like Isaac deserved to know more.

"Two of my hardest goodbyes happened here," she went on, lowering her voice and her smile was no longer there. "The first one was Harry, the second was my first boyfriend Blake. Both left me to follow their bigger dreams, but for me at the time, they were everything I'd ever wanted."

She paused for a long time, yet Isaac didn't try to throw in a comment. He was just waiting for her to go on. So she did.

"I wanted to be somebody's first choice so bad that I forgot to make myself my first choice. Now I know that everyone is allowed to leave, and the only person I can control is myself."

"Right." Isaac agreed, nodding his head. "So if we cannot love ourselves, then when people leave us, we've got nothing left."

"Right," she repeated his word while holding his gaze.

He could soothe her like no one else, it was impossible to stay anxious or upset with Isaac around. That was why she must tell him what had been bothering her since yesterday, knowing he was too good of a person to say anything first.

"I shouldn't have dragged you into my mess," she spoke, giving him a dreary smile. "I've caused you so much trouble already, and I've never done anything good for you. I'm the worst friend ever."

"You didn't drag me into anything." His voice right now was as soft as the look in his eyes. "I walked straight into the trouble, because it's yours...and when it comes to you, I don't mind."

When he reached out and placed his hand on her neck, her entire body tensed up. He thought she might withdraw from his touch, but instead, she stayed still, eventually relaxing her muscles as their eyes met once again.

"If you think you're supposed to do something for me, don't." He shook his head, his eyebrows pulled together. Y/N had never seen Isaac upset or worried and this was the closest he'd ever got to being sad. She couldn't help but blame herself for doing this to him.

"I don't...I don't deserve you..." she faltered.

As much as she wanted to give him the chance that he wanted, she knew her brain had built new walls after what had happened with Harry. It would take time to tear them down brick by brick and it would be cruel to ask him to wait for her to pick herself up and start again. One thing that she'd learned from her own experience was, no one besides yourself was worth the wait.

"Who are we to decide who's good for us and who's not?" he told her, lifting his other hand to cup her face as well. A small lock tumbled in front of her face, resting just in front of her cheek, but with one swift slide of his thumb, it was brushed out of the way. He looked so nice like this, especially in the natural lighting when the color of his eyes matched the ineffably blue and distant sky above their heads. She was now reminded how much she'd loved that color since the first time they met, the color of hope.

"Look," he began again as she didn't say anything. "I'm not gonna pressure you into doing anything you're not comfortable with. I know you need time to figure things out, but I'm not going anywhere. You can take your time, and just...just let me look out for you like this. That's all I ask."

Y/N remained silent, this time she nodded her head. The frown on his face was soon washed off by a hopeful grin as their eyes locked.

"Thank you," she faintly mumbled before her lips alighted on his cheek, as soft as a feather.

"Harry Styles?!"

Harry had spent most of his energy and patience driving as fast as he could from London back to Holmes Chapel. The last thing he wanted when he arrived was for any of the wedding guests to recognize him. He almost turned down the request to take a photo with the woman, but she was quick to grab him by the arm before he made it to the door leading to the backyard.

"Do you remember me?" She asked, sounding thrilled to bits. Now that Harry had got a good look at her face, he finally realized who she was.

"Aunt Lynn?" His eyes widened in shock. Lynn was much skinnier than the twenty-year-old she used to be, and her hair wasn't purple anymore so Harry had a hard time trying to recognize her. The only thing that hadn't changed was the way she chewed her gum while speaking. Though Y/N used to go on and on about how annoying it was, Harry hadn't got a chance to talk to the woman long enough to notice, until now.

"Baby Harry Styles?!" She gasped, reaching up to pinch his cheeks. "Oh my god, I remember when you were a little boy and now you're much taller than me."

"That's...great...But I really need to go." He grabbed her shoulders, pushing her away politely. "Have you seen Y/N?"

"I didn't know you two were still hanging out now that you're famous."

Harry rolled his eyes, ignoring the unnecessary remark. "But have you seen her?"

"She was with another handsome boy," Lynn said, bringing the champagne glass to her red lips to take a sip. "Man, I remember when I was her age. She's so me."

"Thank you," Harry spoke fast as he slightly pushed her aside so he could stride towards the door. This time it was her laugh that stopped him halfway.

"What?" He lifted an eyebrow in confusion as the woman shook her head, a huge questionable smirk appeared on her face.

"This is the first time I've seen you chase after little Y/N and not the other way around.”

She might've said it as a joke, but there was something about those words that did him damage as he turned away. He stepped into her backyard, scanning his anxious green eyes around to search for a figure of the girl he loved. He was too lost in his own head to acknowledge how much this place had changed, or the curious stares people were giving him for some could recognize who he was.

'I'll always love you most of all. You'll always be number one, no matter where you are, or if we'll ever meet again.'

He looked so hopeless, wanting to call out her name but he didn't want to draw any more attention on him. He could feel anxiety and fears growing within him like an unstoppable snowball rolling down the hill. His heart started to beat harder and faster as his adrenaline levels rose.

'I know this letter will never get to you, but it's doesn’t hurt to imagine, right? Maybe after reading this, you would realize that you love me and don't want me to be with another boy. So you would get into your car and drive from London back to Cheshire to tell me those three words in person.'

And then he finally saw her, in the only place she would go to when the crowd became overwhelming. For someone who could spend the whole night at some bar dancing away her sorrow, she strangely enjoyed being alone. But she wasn't alone. She was with Isaac. In the treehouse that was once her and Harry's. He could hear the sound of his heart cracking open as the pain that felt almost as if it was physical choked the breath out of his body.

'I'd be waiting by the treehouse so when you came, I would run into your arms...'

Everything once whole was now shattered. The sweat soaked through his shirt and the pressure within his chest made it feel like it was going to explode. Somehow he was still sane enough to notice she was wearing pink. He hadn't seen her in pink for so long, if only he could tell her how much she resembled the girl she was trying hard to get rid of. She looked good, happiness really made her shine. He wished he could read their lips to know what they were talking about. But if he could, would those words break him even more than the genuine smile on her face?

'...and just like in every romantic movie, we'd kiss and live happily ever after.'

He wasn't mad at her for breaking the promise she'd made when she was only a child. It was when she leaned in and kissed his best friend's cheek that he realized everything was over. The first and only time he'd chased after her, he ended up showing up too late. Harry knew there was more to that friendly kiss, for someone with trust issues and fear of attachment like her to get intimate, there was always a reason. She was willing to give Isaac and herself another chance, what she could've done a long time ago had he not been in the way.

'But life isn't a movie. Someday when if you realize that you love me, hopefully, I'll still be here waiting for you.’

Harry left her house with his head hung low. On the way back to his car, he thought about everything, about their first kiss, their last kiss, their first time, their last time, and all the other in-betweens that he didn't appreciate enough until they were gone. In his head, he replayed the same two words he had said to her many years ago, the ones he didn't think she would hold onto until long after he was gone, the ones that he wished were still true knowing they weren't anymore.

‘Your girl, always.’

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theheckisayogscast · 5 years ago

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Well if you're still after UMY prompts... how about some Garbage trio bullshit? ;) Those three are always up to something, or maybe someone else is planning something for them...

Im so sorry this took so long anon I got really busy but here you go! Some fine Garbage Court bullshit. This is set in a different city to the main city UMY takes place in and also only a few weeks after the trio became a trio.

Send me an UMY prompt?

Enjoy! (read on ao3)

The Garbage Court have been down on their luck for a long time now. The places they were staying had been getting more and more cramped and the food worse and worse. Not to mention them picking up a new member in the gargoyle Ross has meant that what little space they had felt even more tight.

That was all about to change.

Smith had come up with the idea originally as a joke, but upon a visit to the museum Smith had suggested, Trott realised how much of the items there had enchantments and powerful magics.

“Are you sure about this?” Ross whispered to Trott.

“It's fine sunshine, just stick to the plan,” the selkie whispered back. Ross looked around nervously at the visible guards. Trott pointed to one who winked back, “That's Smith, over there. We have this place locked down.”

Ross took a breath and tried to calm his nerves as Trott handed him a ring. It was silver and made just as intricate as all of the other centuries old jewellery in this museum. He put it on his finger and let the magic fall over him. It felt like being under water and he could only see ten feet in front of him, anything beyond that point was blurred heavily. His eyes lazily drifted over to Trott who waved him a goodbye before falling backwards into the fountain and disappearing.

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Minutes passed like hours. Time was distorted and blurred around Ross. His body was getting heavier with the force of Trotts magic. The world seemed to pass him by as he wandered aimlessly around the now darkened museum.

His eyes caught sight of a clock and he realised he was late for meeting the other twos so he forced himself to walk towards the main lobby where he had left Trott.

The museum was somehow more beautiful at night. The high ceilings and intricate architecture easier to see and appreciate without humans around, even despite the magic that obscured his vision. As he walked into the lobby he took off the ring and everything snapped back into focus. It was like taking a sudden breath of cold air and, for a moment, he was stunned by it.

Trott waved him over while he was carefully folding his strange cloak by the edge of the fountain. Smith was also there, just watching in a uniform stolen from one of the guards that worked there. “You're late,” Trott said as Ross approached. “You were supposed to be here an hour ago, we've already cleared out some of the humans who work here”.

“Don't be like that sunshine,” Smith spoke, grinning, “Your magic is fucking weird.”

Trott simply rolled his eyes and gently put his cloak into his messenger bag and told them both to follow him. While walking, Ross took the time to think. He knew the two were both like the Fey beings his mother has warned him about, but he wasn't quite sure on specifics. When he had first met them, he assumed they were both the same kind of Fey because of the way they spoke with each other. He later realised that they were different because of they way they interacted with the world around them. But to be as comfortable with each other as they are, they must have known each other for a very long time.

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Smith didn't know what they were looking for. He didn't need to.

He was only there for one reason. Trott asked him to be.

The museum was pretty big, it was definitely one of the biggest buildings he had been in, and he got turned around very quickly. Luckily Trott was very good with directions, and they were making their way towards whatever it is Trott wanted to get.

They walked into a room covered in class cases when Trott finally stopped to look around. He pointed to a case on the far side of the room, “over there,” he whispered to the two behind him. Smith slowly walked over to it, taking the lead from Trott. He has never been as good as Trott when it came to traditional magic. He knew his own, even if he only ever used it sparingly, but for the moment, this wasn't a matter of magic, this was a matter of human security.

Smith has spent a lot of time talking to, and just generally being around humans. Because of this, he had gotten very familiar with picking locks and disarming various different security systems. As he worked his way across the room, he looked out for anything that could alert the police, they could do without the extra hassle.

The case in question was full of intricate gold and silver jewellry. Rubys, sapphires, emeralds and diamonds all embedded in necklaces, rings and crowns. Engravings of patterns and runes across them all. For a moment, Smith looked closer at them, and his peripheral vision went gray while many of the different items light up with technicolour lights. Blues, purples, greens and whites filled his vision and hummed with the gentle energy of magical objects. He felt the power rush over him just for a second before the glowing faded and his vision went back to normal.

The case was easy to get open, but the case wasn't the problem, it was the magic barrier put there to protect the jewellry from fae like them. He stepped aside, his job done for now, and watched Trott closely.

Trott is a brilliant mage, most people who knew of their court have heard tales of their high lord and his skill. Smith always loved to watch him work, ever since they first met. His eyes looked intently at the barrier as his hands weaved around invisible strings.

A few minutes went by where nothing happened before Trotts face lit up and the barrier around the jewelry became visible for a moment before flashing out of existence. “Ross bring the bag over here,” Trott whispered over his shoulder. He started picking up all the jewelry and gently putting it all into a black bag Ross was carrying. This whole thing was going too slow for Smith, as most things did.

Too long a time went by before they were finally ready to go.

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“You shouldn't be here,” a voice spoke out as they rounded the final corner before their exit. Standing in front of the exit was what looked to be an old man. He was holding a scythe and his smile held just a few too many teeth to be human.

“Were just passing through, we don't want trouble,” Trott spoke, putting his hand forward while taking a step toward the being.

“Don't want trouble?” His voice was hoarse and quiet, “You came here and stole from this place. You meant trouble from the moment you came inside.” His scythe moved from his side and he sank into a fight ready stance, his fingers turning into vicious looking claws. Seeing this, Trott moved behind Smith and Ross as they moved towards the creature, and tightened his leather bracelet, casting a protection spell on all three of them.

The creature must have took this as an act of aggression because he ran straight at Trott. Smith saw his path and moved to stand between them. The creature collided with Smith and tried to swing at him with his scythe. Smith dodged and formed some claws of his own as his body became more animalistic. Ross ran at the creature with the knife that Trott had given him when they first met. They both got a hit in on the creature and he yelled with aggression and swung at both of them, hitting Smith, but he was unaffected, the adrenaline of the fight taking over. Trott grabbed some ashes from his coat pockets and lit them with a basic spell. He spoke some words in his native tongue and scattered them onto the floor.

The effect was almost immediate. The creatures movements became slower and more predictable and all the water seemed to drain from his body. His eyes went wide and in desperation he went for another swing, but it went wide. Ross grabbed him and held him still as Smith made a final blow to him and his body turned to dust.

“Smith you okay, sunshine?” Trott said, rushing over to him, his human form returning.

“I'm fine, don't worry,” he replied with a smile. Trott took some herbs from a different pocket and placed them across the wound, saying some basic words of healing, and watched as his skin started to heal.

“We need to go before anyone else turns up,” Trott started running to the door and the other two followed closely behind.

Bursting through the door, they went straight toward the car they had waiting. Trott and Ross both got in the back and Smith slid across the hood of the car and jumped into the driver's seat.

Smith started the car and sped off, just as sirens started to echo through the city. Trott looked over to Ross, who was breathing heavily and very obviously beginning to panic. He got Ross’ attention by grabbing his hand and smiling at him, whispering gentle words in the fae language and letting his magic pulse around him. Ross visibly calmed down from this, under the effect of Trotts spell.

“Smith mate, i think we need a distraction. To lose the humans and all,”

“Alright then, take the wheel mate,” Smith sighed.

Before Trott could react, Smith jumped from the car, leaving Trott to quickly climb into the front and take control of the vehicle.

____

Smith rushed directly to the nearest petrol station he knew of. Distractions were fun, he could do this any time of day.

The petrol station was small and a little run down, which was perfect for what he needed. He started taking out the pumps and pouring petrol all over the floor. The clerk in the store saw this and panicked thoroughly. He ran straight out the door yelling, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING! IF YOU KEEP DOING THAT I’LL HAVE TO CALL THE POLICE!”

Smith paused for a second. Then he waved while continuing his business, not at all threatened by the human, who only panics more.

“You might want to move back, mate,” Smith says to the man who was now on the phone, probably calling the police. He looked over and his eyes somehow widened even more, before starting to run away from the station.

Smith sauntered away, humming a tune to himself. He turned back for just a second, and flicked his hand in the direction of the petrol station.

BOOM

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Trott and Ross managed to get back to their little flat at the edge of the city without being followed. Ross was worried for Smith more than anything. Trott seemed to be fine, he was going through all the things they got and writing stuff onto paper and sorting everything. Ross wasn't entirely sure what he was doing and he was way too worried to ask.

BOOM

Ross almost jumped out of his skin at the noise thundered through the city. Trott paused for a second, said a few words ross didn't understand, and went right back to his work. Ross wanted to yell at him, ask why he wasn't worried for the man he seemed so close with. Hed only known Smith for a short time, but he felt they were close already. His mix of emotions stunned him in the moment and all he could do was sit and wait.

____

The Garbage Court stole a lot from many different people in the time they were around. They learned to work together, and as time went by, they learned how to keep each other safe.

“So what did we get then!” Smith said, gleefully, as he burst through the door. Ross let the tension leave his body and Trotts mind calmed to a gentle whisper.

This was the first time they worked together.

It was far from the last.

#rems writing #fanfic #yogscast #hat films #urban magic yogs #knife mention #alsmiffy #djh3max #trottimus #umy #umy: trott #umy: smith #umy: ross #ask #anonymous

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mittensmorgul · 5 years ago

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Today’s entire TNT loop in one post, because I’m tired and there’s only three episodes:

3.14, Long Distance Call. This is what happens when you mess with the phone company, dillweed!

I've written a bunch in the past about how this episode relates to communication and keeping secrets, which is still relevant:

https://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/159234156395/314-lies-and-secrets-and-its-deans-turn-to

and

https://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/171381786235/not-meta-just-interesting-im-rewatching-314

But because the voice on the phone when Dean starts getting Calls From The Beyond (which aren't from the beyond but a manipulation by a creature who wants to lure Dean in to eat his soul) is John, providing words of comfort, encouragement, and instruction to Dean at a time where he feels like he's running out of time and options, Dean is led down a completely wrong path. "John" tells him he can get out of his deal and save himself from Hell by trapping a specific demon, but of course it's just the crocatta luring him to his death (but of course Dean figures that out before that can happen).

But Sam, meanwhile, THINKS he's told Dean what the monster actually is, but that information never reached Dean, leaving him confronting the crocatta by himself... RIP Stewie. Sam calls Dean and gets his voicemail (This is Herman Munster, leave a message), but his whole previous call with Dean wasn't even really a call with Dean...

SAM: What are you doing? CLARK: I'm killing your brother. Or maybe I'm killing another guy. We'll just have to see how it goes.

and most terrifying:

CLARK: Well once I made you two as hunters, it was easy. I found Dean's number, then your number, then your father's numbers. Then emails, voicemails, everything. You see, people think that stuff just gets erased, but it doesn't. You'd be surprised how much of yourself is just floating out there, waiting to be plucked. SAM: Dean's not going to fall for this. He's not going to kill that guy. CLARK: Then the guy kills him.

The crocatta was a monster who preyed on human communication, twisting words to his own benefit and manipulating people into believing what he needed to lure them to him. He had Dean convinced killing this innocent man would save him from Hell, but the other man was convinced that Dean was the man who'd killed his own daughter. It was all a distraction to keep Dean from learning what was really going on-- that Sam had effectively figured out what the monster was, and that it was the monster luring Sam to his lair, using Stewie as bait.

At the end of the story, everyone lost. Dean lost hope that they'd find a way to save him from Hell. Which drives Sam to pull a bit of a manipulation of his own...

in 3.15, Time Is On My Side.

This is Sam's last stand, his last hope to save Dean. Not by defeating the demon that holds his contract, but by gaming the system. His logic-- if Dean's can't die, he can't go to Hell. But the way Sam wants to make Dean immortal is... horrific at best. And something tells me the hellhounds wouldn't care if someone scienced their physical body into effective immortality, and would've collected Dean's soul anyway. But Sam needed to believe in something, as is his wont. When he loses hope, he loses it hard. Look at mid s13 for a reminder of that, specifically in an episode with a heavy thematic and tonal comparison to this one-- 13.11 Breakdown.

Meanwhile, Dean goes in a different direction, getting a lead on Bela and hoping to get the Colt back:

DEAN: You're not helping! You forget that if I welch on this deal, you die. Guess what, living forever is welching. SAM: Fine! Then, whatever the magic pill is, I'll take it too! DEAN: Oh, what is this? Sid and Nancy? No. It's just like Bobby's been saying. We kill the demon who owns the contract and this whole damn thing wipes clean. That's our best shot. SAM: Even if you had the Colt, Dean, who are you gonna shoot? We have no idea who holds the ticket. DEAN: Well, I'll shoot the hellhounds then before they slash me up. Now, you coming or not?

Sam decided... not. He stayed to try and figure out Benton's immortality formula. He does find it, but Dean doesn't want to live like that:

SAM: Dean, don't you want to live? DEAN: What he is isn't living. Look, this is simple. SAM: Simple? DEAN: To me it is, okay. Black or white; human, not human. (DEAN walks back to stand in front of DOC BENTON) See, what the Doc is is a freakin' monster. I can't do it. I would rather go to hell.

Well, heck, we know Dean doesn't really see anything as "black and white," and the real issue isn't "human or not human" anymore. But he does have a line he will not cross, and whatever Benton is is way too far across that line for Dean. And thank heck... Preserving life at all costs that way? At the cost of his own essential humanity? Yeah, that's horrific.

We meet Rufus, who eventually does provide Dean the lead to find Bela, but he also echoes Dean's attitude we've seen over and over again:

RUFUS: I know ain't no peashooter gonna save you. DEAN: What makes you so sure? RUFUS: Cause that's the job, kid. Even if you manage to scrape out of this one, there's just gonna be something else down the road. Folks like us...there ain't no happy ending. We all got it coming. DEAN: Well, ain't you a bucket of sunshine? RUFUS: I'm what you've got to look forward to if you survive. (Smirking and raising his glass again) But you won't.

Survive this round, just wait for the next one, because there's always a next one... Thanks, Rufus!

But of course Bela doesn't have the Colt anymore. Dean does learn that she sold her soul and her deal is about to come due. She's in the same boat he's been in all along...

DEAN: Is that why you stole the Colt, huh? Try to wiggle out of your deal, our gun for your soul? BELA: Yes. DEAN: But stealing the Colt wasn't quite enough, I'm guessing. BELA: They changed the deal. They wanted me to kill Sam. DEAN: Really! Wow, demons untrustworthy. Shocker.

Because no matter what, the demons were NEVER going to let Dean out of his deal. No matter how many demons they killed, no matter who they bargained with, no matter what, they needed him to die and go to Hell to fulfil their prophecy and break the first seal on the Apocalypse. And that's what s3 boiled down to in the end...

This was the long con that s4 would do to freaking perfection, but s3, with all it's structural deficiencies for having been 6 episodes shortened because of the writer's strike, manages the same...

So that brings us to 3.16, No Rest for the Wicked.

The one where they think they finally gained the upper hand on catching the Big Bad Demon who holds Dean's contract, and don't yet know the entire setup was a trap laid just for them. The fact the payoff on this information doesn't come until the end of s4, with other little hints along the way-- like Dean learning what Sam's been up to while he was in Hell, like learning about angels and the breaking seals of the apocalypse, like being given the runaround as heaven and hell both use Sam's desire to get revenge on Lilith for perceived wrongs against them and is willing to turn himself into a monster to achieve that end... when all along it was exactly what the angels and demons both wanted them to do...

S4 will become the template for Cosmic Manipulation of the Winchesters as part of the Grand Story of the Universe. But all the seeds for it were already planted in s3.

Well, except for Cas. He's the wild card, and isn't that the wildest thing ever?

I wonder how Chuck accounted for him? Bring on Team Free Will, breaking Chuck's story again and again until they'll finally force him to drop the curtain in 14.20...

ETA, because I always do this... I’ve written some about Ruby’s manipulation before, like in this post from May 2018, after the s13 finale aired:

https://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/174230167715/since-your-anons-are-on-the-subject-there-is

SAM: And you decided to tell me this just now? RUBY: Um... demon. Manipulative's kinda in the job description. Fact is, is that you would have never considered it. Not until you were – SAM: Desperate enough?

and when Sam has doubts, and he’s so close to wanting to trust Ruby out of desperation?

DEAN: Don't you see a pattern here? Dad's deal, my deal, now this? I mean every time one of us is – is – is up the creek the other is begging to sell their soul. That's all this is, man. Ruby's just jerking your chain down the road. You know what it's paved with and you know where it's going.

And yep, that’s exactly it. The Winchester Family Sacrifice-Go-Round. All in the name of keeping Chuck entertained.

ETA FOR THE SECOND TIME: Lilith. Pretending to be a seriously twisted little girl, controlling this entire family for her own horrific idea of “fun.” Kinda similar to Chuck’s own MO, always playing a persona-- Chuck the trashy novel author, Chuck the prophet of the lord who doesn’t want to be, Chuck the super cute guy who was delightfully enamored by humanity enough to want to be human himself, at least for a little while... But all of it is part of his own incredibly long game, thinking he’s got the Winchesters exactly where he wants them, being on the scene to watch his plan play out, only for it to all go sideways.

ugh and yet another ETA: Dean, only when he is very close to death, a side effect of that is that he can literally see things he wasn’t able to before:

DEAN: I could see its face. Its real face under that one. SAM: So what, now you're seeing demons? DEAN: I've seen all kinds of things lately but... nothing like this. BOBBY: Actually it's not all that crazy. DEAN: How's it not that crazy? BOBBY: Well you've got, just over five hours to go? You're piercing the veil, Dean. You're glimpsing the B side. DEAN: A little less new age-y please. BOBBY: You're almost hell's bitch. So, you can see hell's other bitches.

What a strange way to finally see through the illusions to the truth, you know? Dean got all the way through Chuck’s endless parade of misery in s14-- losing hope against Michael only to lose hope for Jack, and himself-- to that final moment where he was able to glimpse the B side, as it were.

ugh again... this is what I get for posting stuff before the episode is over...

How close to killing an innocent little girl did Sam come here? While her own mother begged him to do it, because as far as they knew, the girl was still possessed. But Dean saw the truth, the demon was gone.

Sam’s ready to do whatever “Ruby” wants him to to save Dean, but it’s already too late. Ruby isn’t even Ruby anymore. Dean hadn’t noticed the switch until it was too late, again. Always too late. All part of the long manipulation.

#spn 3.14 #spn 3.15 #spn 3.16 #s14 hellatus rewatch #spiders georg of the tnt loop #it's spirals all the way down #that's what free will is #spn 4.22 #for the reference #spn 14.20

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rubymixes-blog · 6 years ago

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2019-03-13

Fuck. I did not pass. About an hour ago I received an email reading “Dear Ruby, I’m sorry to tell you that you have not passed your exam in differentiating psychology.” Fuck. Just when I believed that my horrors of being kept in a university building were over, I get thrown right back again. Well, as it turns out, I will have to partake in two final courses instead of one towards my final semester at the University of Regensburg. This is not bad at all, to be plain honest, still it never takes away the waves of “I am a fuck-up that is going to be homeless” in my mind. Especially when the mail drops, I already get half a panic attack just by looking at the sender’s address. But my system also begins to panic when I am exposed to all the exhibitions of a news feed on social media, re-enforcing my notion of feeling like a failure especially since everyone on those platforms seems to be so colorfully engaged in their fruitful, happy lives. I have nothing against people giving insights into their private lives but watching the super-edits on a screen filled with stats and comments, drives the living hell out me. I get overwhelmed. I get anxious. I get suicidal. Luckily, it’s only in my head. Still, chopping it off does not seem a viable solution to my never-ending imposter syndrome. Facts check: last Thursday I handed in my thesis on the negotiation of transgender identities. With a couple of punk rock songs by Gainesville-based band “Against Me!” I looked into constellations of power and language while exploring the rather recent coming-of-age of transgender identities. That day, I walked out of the office that would cheerfully accept the print-out of my very final paper in American Studies, and I went to a higher ground at the university campus. High as a kite within the ten minutes of sunshine that this day was offering, thoughts kept creeping up saying “What the fuck is my next thing to do?” I realized that I want to get onto my own feet. Make a little more money than I used to in order to do the things I love to do most. Make music, go places, get tattooed. To eat, to laugh, to kiss, to fuck. You name it. We’re not that different after all.

My whole life, I have been drawn to music. The PC game “Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater 2” got me interested in music, punk rock and heavy music in particular. It brought me closer to bands like Papa Roach, Bad Religion, Millencolin, Swingin’ Utters, Rage Against the Machine. (Fun fact: Infest by Papa Roach was my very first rock recording that I still listen to this day.) Way before then, I got acquainted to a musical instrument known as the keyboard. While there is a high-8 video recording of me at the age of 6 months pounding a Phantom of the Opera-esque plateau into a Yamaha PortaSound PS-200, it wasn’t until 1997 that I had developed a serious interest for music. My father, by then, had upgraded to a Yamaha PSR-510 with 60 keys and a built-in sequencer. When I was not in the playground playing with and beating up other kids, I would obsess about everything this device had to offer. After a while, I developed perfect pitch, a great sense for melody and the skill to learn and play an instrument by just barely looking at it.

Here come waves of fear: Fear to expose myself. Fear to expose my music. Fear of bad criticism because I fucked up. Fears all related to my own expectations. I hate this kind of perfectionism. It numbs me and my senses because whatever I get into I give 120 percent to make it the best I fuckin’ can. That’s why I enjoy offers like: “Hey, we’re playing a show in 4 days. Here is a list of 90 songs to learn.” And of course, when we hit the stage for the very first time, the ball is rolling, the crowd is having fun, the evening is a success. And the idea never leaves me that “I am just a fake. I am a loser. Who the fuck are you, anyway?” I don’t have nightmares often but, on a daily basis, this is one ugly bitch of a nightmare. I wake up to it every single day to keep me from slacking around, being sharp, ambitious. Still, I believe I need to work on and re-assess my personal expectations related to my work. I do not enjoy the fact that I am a nervous wreck while I try to give my very best every single day.

Goals are important and the number one thing to have set out clearly when trying to deal with the sets of problems we encounter in our professional lives. I played with the thought of mapping out a sample day in a day of my life and testing this “schedule” for a while in order to find out if I would work more effectively. While my nutrition and workout plan is pretty tight, I need to improve on my perfectionism and my crazy screaming mind, in order to pull my dreams off. Cringing from this kind of self-assessment, I know that the pain I feel is necessary to grow and discover new frontiers, both personal and professional.

A few days ago, somebody I know said “I would give a lot for a day in your crazy life.” I thanked him for the kind words and responded that in the end we’re not that different from each other. Have some food, some shelter, a place to wash and -ideally- somebody to make sweet love to. Suddenly everything outside becomes superficial. Non-existent if you will. Enabling you to burn 95 percent of all your possessions because they do not mean as much as you initially thought. This is the life I want to live. Be minimalist. Low maintenance. Easy to travel with. Collect more tattoos. Make a living by carrying a laptop in a backpack. Collect things and experiences that mean something to just me and the people I choose to connect and engage with. I wonder where the journey will lead to. If I can -in the long term- keep away from wanting to put a bullet into my head, I know I have everything it takes to make my visions come true. Back to work.

#introspection

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spacebookettes · 4 years ago

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Leopardoria

A city in future India... it’s mascot Metal Leopard, adorns the multi levels of skyscrapers and cyber park statues. Crystal leopard fangs tip every rooftop to stop the giant insect invaders, should they ever return.

A small park on skyscraper level 23 has a shaft of light that reaches down and illuminates a small leopard icon fixed into an ancient concrete wall. A crystal face with snarling whiskers and flashing ruby eyes. There’s a lot of water in the old cyber park drained down from the endless showering surfaces above. Clean alpine water of the lightest sapphire hue. It pools in the white marble pathways and raised areas. There is also a pond, no sign of a fountain.

Not many people visit this old relic of a park. A woman visits every week to feed the moths. Giant flecked moths. A woman who always says hello to the crystal leopard. And sometimes on an evening when the light hits just right, the crystal leopard head refracts pieces of iridescent rainbows all around the park.

A woman sits on one of the ancient benches made out of some old wonder material that never corrodes or fades. A woman sits with a future ipencil drawing luminous 3d shapes in the air; they hover and she rotates them changing the colours, drawing on holographic googly eyes, sets them to gliding and rotating around the park. A glittering Michelangelo’s David escapes from the tip of the ipencil and sits next to A woman. It can be hard to find solitude in a 30 mile high city of multi levelled skyscrapers... though really, you just have to know where to look... follow the giant moths.

The End

By Peter Stringer

Internet Zombies

The zombies had eaten everyone.

A driverless van stopped outside a house. It’s contents of fresh food brought to the back door and placed inside after the auto lock opened up the house… it was getting tight in the kitchen, for boxes. All the well to do houses had lots of boxes.

A window cleaning contraption un-clicked from it’s recharging housing on the side of the building. It happily washed the windows again. A zombie got excited about the movement of the contraption but soon lost interest… no flesh for a hungry zombie.

The cows were happy. The contraptions kept bringing them food and they were let out everyday to eat the fresh grass. Scratching posts contraptions kept their coats neat and their bodies relaxed. No one came to the slaughter house; those contraptions hadn’t been turned on for quite a while. A computer monitored the cow behaviour and adjusted as needed. As the farms filled up with the cow babies, mothers would be allowed onto the fields to raise as they pleased.

Buses of zombies did the commute, buses of zombies went to the coast; though they were dead the zombies realised it was quicker to use the automated bus services on their endless journey looking for brains.

A robot opened a door and let a few zombies into the automated Patisserie, they didn’t seem interested in the freshly baked good, but they came every morning the smell perhaps seemed like life or perhaps croissants smell like brains a little.

The street cleaner contraptions kept the roads running smoothly for the driverless cars on their way. The hopeful faces of the zombies checked for drivers. Nothing.

A jet flew over with only the usual junk mail onboard, the halls of the houses around the world filled up with useless paper.

A robot tapped the code to get into a secure room in a power station. The solar panels were all working efficiently still.

A gleaming high tech factory… raw materials in one end new solar panels out the other, loaded onto delivery trucks.

A sewing machine runs through it’s programming for the delicate detailing on some net curtains. The boxes of new net curtains were piling up… an efficiency droid was having to do some serious reorganising.

Trees have started sprouting in the gardens and in the in-between grassy patches.

A dog steals a pastry.

The end

By Peter Stringer

RATS

Rodent Augmented Terrestrials.

The Rat wanted to be a witch, she had a little sparkly black hat. The hotel was fun since the humans had left. A skeleton crew of maintenance contraptions all that was left to watch over the long corridors and bright spaces. Someone had forgotten to set the traps for the rats.

Auntie Ratty had knitted the Rat’s hat. Strands of glitter ran through the wool they had found in the back of some lost storage space. Robot rats are quite handy with wool and string, paperclips and buttons. They had found a jar of iridescent pearly buttons in the storage place. A tiny black one, with flecks of rainbow, was sown onto the Rats hat.

Who had created the crafting metal rodents they didn’t know. The rats found all kinds of scraps and odd ends. The hotel rooms were covered with little paper houses, knitted helter skelters and cardboard assault courses. Real rats had started living in some of the paper architecture, taking daily exercise in the ratty theme parks. The robot rats opened food for the real rats in the kitchens. Filled the sinks with water for bathing and refreshment.

A military droid… Power Reconnaissance Inspector Noncombatant Casualty Enabler. Was searching the halls of the abandoned hotel. The Rat saw its shiny exoskeleton and was impressed. She climbed up its legs torso and neck and snuggled it’s ‘cheek’… I don’t know what robot magic or quantum fairy caused what happened but the Rat started growing and glitching, rainbows streamed from her metal joints. Her red eyes threw sparks of lightning into the air as her rodent back straightened and she stood up, long limbs laser energised from her rodent claws. She stood fully humanoid with giant sparkling woolen hat, black sparkly woolen cape. Metal humanoid hands caught the light as she stretched them out in her gaze. A full robot witch with rocket broomstick and potion gadget belt. The military droids ocular sensors fizzed with new programming. It broke off it’s arm cannon, threw it to the floor. A knitting needle wand sprouted another sparkly woolen hat. Two robot witches flew with fireworks exploding out of the back of their rocket broomstick. Creating calamity in a moon lit night and off into a mountainous distance, snow avalanches following.

The end

By Peter Stringer

Nanobot and germ

The nanobot spied the little germ, usually nanobots left the immune system to work on it’s own. But the occasional nasty invader could be disposed of. The nano bots multi micro pincers picked up the germ. LIGHTNING STRUCK the woman, all the nanobots in her body froze and slowly came back online. An urgent repair meant busy nanobots. Our nanobot was still frozen it’s micro eye sensors locked on the germ. Nanobot’s pincers brought germ closer. Some entanglement had occurred between them, now nanobot had to save germ. But where would be safe. Nanobot took germ all around the woman’s body. Nothing seemed safe from the immune system and the other nanobots. A journey would be needed, outside the body. Nanobot reached some skin opening and looked across the vast expanse of the outside world. It leaped floating among the dust particles and pollen. Nanobot and germ floated along a bright day. Around others heads, white walls and sterile equipment. Where could nanobot take germ in the hazardous place of soap and alcohol gels. They drifted around white corridors and down a black elevator shaft.. Nanobots little thrusters launched them toward an exit and out into a fresh crisp spring. Nano was worried about germ in this cooler environment. It searched the internet for ideal conditions for a germ. Warm and humid seemed to be the ideal. Nanobot passed a gargantuan ear, a humongous coughing mouth projected them back towards their exit. Nanobot’s micro thrusters saw them back on their journey and through a giant closing door. A warm place, a clean place, too clean. Nanobot dare not rest on any surface so they hung there on a new journey. Nanobot rested on a floating piece of skin cell and let germ have a snack of it. Sirens meant a rushing. The vast doors opened blowing nanobot and germ around the cavern. A flat line sounded, a giant moved back and forth but the flatline kept pouncing. Nanobot rested on a dead hair folicle. Nanobot stayed there for days an eye sensor on germ who was having a great time of it. Strange organic music and darkness. Nanobot waited. Nanobot said good bye to Germ who didn’t even notice. A long journey through deep soil and then a crisp spring landscape. Sunshine.

The end

By Peter Stringer

#leopard #book #scifi writing #art #india #Leopardoria #scifiandfantasy #creative writing #cyber park #crystal cat

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andrea-writes · 7 years ago

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Angel Of Misfortune

Pairing: You x Yohane Series: Love Live! Sunshine!! Words: 2095 Rating: Everyone Summary: Part 3 of the Youhane fics takes us on a trip through Yohane’s anxiety and worries. Angst incoming. Notes: It’s been 7 months since Unloved, part 1 of this fic and 6 months since part 2, Our Time Alone. I’m sorry this took so long to come out, it went through a lot of rewrites and drafts and then tonight it all just suddenly fell into place. Like part 1, this part is written from Yohane’s perspective.

I am going out with Watanabe You. We’re lovers, despite not being in love with each other. We bring each other comfort in our loneliness by being to each other what the other need. It made me happy and I believe You is glad with our strange relationship as well.

I was born unlucky. I’ve been living in misfortune since as far back as I can remember. My immune system is frail, I get injured a lot, I miss the bus at the most crucial times… I even lost my opportunity to confess my love to my childhood friend. Then she came into my life and for the first time it felt like there was light at the end of the tunnel.

So why am I now ruining everything we have?

Recently I’ve had a recurring dream. I meet You under a large cherry blossom tree in bloom and she tells me I’m late. I’ve asked her to meet me so that I can tell her something important. She smiles at me and asks what it is.

What follows is silence. My lips move, words come out, but I can’t hear them. Afterwards, You starts crying and stepping back from me before running off and I wake up. At first the dream would come irregularly and it’d be unclear who had asked who to meet by the tree. But it had slowly started filling in details and now it would occur each night.

I had started avoiding You at school since then, including pairing up with others during practice. While I’m sure it seemed like nothing to the other girls, I was certain You had noticed. We had been going out for almost two months now and after having grown closer and closer I had suddenly put up this wall between us.

I hate myself.

“Hey! Yoshiko-chan!”

I had been spending some time contemplating my thoughts up in my favourite tree on the school grounds when my little demon, Kurosawa Ruby had spotted me. I bit my lip and started my routine to hopefully throw off an suspicion.

“Yohane! It’s Yohane! As my little demon you should know better than to call me by that name.”

“Aaah! Sorry, Yohane-chan!”

“No honorifics! Just Yohane!”

“Uwawaaa~” Ruby shook her head, “Yohane!”

“Yes, little demon?”

“The second years are finishing up P.E. now, so we’ll be going into practice right after.”

“Right, I’ll be there.”

“Okay, be careful not to fall!”

The redhead ran off towards the school building. I leaned back up against the branch behind me and went back into my own mind for a moment, hoping I could collect my thoughts. Just a month ago I had wished for mine and You’s relationship to be more than supportive and now it felt like I was trying to end it.

What do I tell her in that dream that makes her so upset? Do I tell her we should break up? Would she break down over that if we’re not actually in love? Nothing makes sense to me right now. Why would I dream about breaking up what have brought me happiness?

Before I could even consider the barrage of questions I heard a sound behind me. A familiar sound to someone as misfortunate as myself. The snapping sound of a tree branch breaking from someone putting too much weight on it.

I was falling, but I couldn’t see the ground. Everything happened to fast and I was falling backwards. There was no time to get my arms behind my head for protection, I was going to take impact any moment now. All I could do was close my eyes and bite down.

“Yohane!!”

I expected the pain to run through my neck. It wouldn’t have been the first time I had an injury like that. Instead, it hurt from lower on my body, from my tailbone. Had I miscalculated how I was about to land? No, it was something else…

“Are you alright?”

“...” I opened my eyes and she was right there, holding me. “You?”

“You’re lucky I was able to keep your head from taking the hit, does it hurt anywhere?”

“You caught me?”

She laughed, “Of course I did, I was coming back from P.E. and saw you deep in thought. I wasn’t going to disturb you, but then you fell.”

“Thank you.”

“How’s your spine? You still crashed rather badly.”

“It hurts.”

“Can you stand up.”

“Yeah.”

I honestly couldn’t tell whether or not I’d be able to, but I didn’t want to be a burden on You any more than I already was. Doing my best, I made my way to my feet despite the shooting pain from my tailbone.

“You’re grimacing.”

“I’m fine.”

“Walk one step.”

I wasn’t able to finish putting the foot down in front of me without losing my balance. She caught me again and put my arm around her shoulders.

“Listen here, fallen angel, you can rely on me a little, okay?”

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine, let’s get you to the nurse’s office.”

You led me into the school building and to a bed in the nurse’s office. We were alone when we arrived, as the nurse was out for whatever reason. I knew what was coming. Me and You hadn’t been alone together for a while now, she’d no doubt ask about my behaviour.

“Hey, Yohane?”

I nodded in silence.

“I don’t mean to pry, but is there something on your mind? You’ve been very distant lately.”

“I’m…” I decided it wasn’t worth lying, but I wasn’t sure how to respond. “I don’t know.”

“If there’s something you can’t tell me, that’s okay. But I want to help you when you’re worried, that’s what we agreed on, wasn’t it?”

“I know.”

She kissed me on the forehead and laid me down. She was so kind. Why can I only think of the idea of losing her?

“I need to get to practice, I’ll explain to the others why you’re not there. Get some rest, I’ll come by after practice and we can talk then if you feel like it, okay?”

“Okay.”

She left as I felt tears coming on. I clutched the blanket to my side and cursed myself as I cried myself to sleep.

I truly hate myself.

I’m running, because I’m late, I think.

I see a big cherry blossom tree on a hill, it’s where I’m heading.

By the tree is a girl who I recognize.

You, my lover.

“You’re late, Yohane.”

I play my part.

“Sorry, I got lost.”

“So, what did you want to talk about?”

She walks up to me and take my hands in hers.

She’s pretty, I lose myself in her eyes as I’m looking for the words I want to say.

Finally… The words come out.

“I have fallen in love with you.”

Her smile fades.

“What do you mean?”

I continue.

“I want us to be more than just each other’s comfort.”

“That’s not what we agreed to.”

“But…”

She lets go of my hands.

She’s crying.

“You know that’s not how I feel about you, Yoshiko.”

She leaves.

I wake up in the nurse’s office, my lower back still hurting like hell. The dream had changed again, now nothing was missing from it.

Last month I had told You that I wish I would fall in love with her, I didn’t make the connection until now but that’s around the time the dreams had started. The dream wasn’t about breaking up with her, it was about her not feeling the same way about me as I do about her.

I guess I really love her after all.

I shook my head. You is in love with Chika, I know that well enough. I’m just here to shield her from loneliness the same way she’s here for me. I should know full well that she’d never feel anything more than companionship with me. After all, who could possibly love someone like me?

I really truly hate myself.

The door slid open. Ruby, Zuramaru and You all came in to check up on me. The first two left after a short while as You said she’d make sure I’d get on the bus to Numazu safely. I decided this was it and that there was only one thing I could do.

“You-chan?”

“Yes?”

“We need to talk.”

“Alright.” She sat down next to me and took my right hand in her left, “Let’s talk.”

“There’s no easy way to say this.”

“Yohane, you can tell me anything.”

“I think we should break up.”

“...” She went silent.

“I know it’s sudden, but I think it’s for the best.”

“Why?”

“Because…”

I couldn’t find the words to continue and the silence between us both grew worse. I didn’t want to break up with her, but I couldn’t stay in a relationship like this when my feelings for her were this strong.

“Yohane, if you want to break up. We’ll break up.”

I couldn’t respond.

“But I want to know your reason, can you give me that? Please?”

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

I was back in tears, unable to say a thing. You embraced me and I felt her warmth. I would never feel this again if I told her how I feel or if I break up with her. No matter my options, I’m going to end up miserable.

“I could tell you have cried. Your eyes were red. I didn’t want to say anything in case you weren’t comfortable talking yet.” She lifted my chin up and wiped my cheeks with her finger.

“I don’t want to break up with you.”

“Then why did you say we should?”

“Because…”

“Yes?”

“I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Here it comes. The scene I’ve seen over and over again in my dreams, now brought to reality. I closed my eyes, scared of witnessing losing another love to my cursed life. I feel her letting go of my hand, just like in the dream.

And then I feel something warm.

I open my eyes to find You kissing me, soft but direct. Her sweet taste mixes with the salt of my tears as I respond to her in confusion. Taking in this moment for as long as I can.

“You fool.” She rests her head on my shoulder. “You should have said that from the start.”

“I thought you’d be upset with me.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s not the relationship we agreed on.”

“So what?”

“And you don’t feel the same way about me.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“You said so yourself.”

She look puzzled for a moment, as if she was trying to think about what I was referring to. After a while she nodded, having figured it out.

“You mean on the bus?”

“Yeah.”

“I said I wasn’t ready to answer your feelings should they be love.”

I nodded.

“You know what else I said then?”

I shook my head.

“That even if I couldn’t answer your feelings, I’d still welcome you with open arms.”

“But…”

“Besides, that was a month ago… I’ve grown even fonder of you since, Yohane.”

“Then, is it okay for us to be together?”

“It’s more than okay, it’s what we both wish for, right?”

I nuzzled myself into You’s bosom as I felt my anxiety and worries wither away. My insecurities and contempt for myself had kept me from even considering that You would like me back. I wanted to curse myself over and over for being so useless.

“Hey, Yohane, our bus is leaving soon.”

“Right.”

“Do you think you can walk?”

“If you help support me.”

“Then I’ll do you one better.”

“What?”

Before I knew it, You had slipped her arms behind my back and under my legs and she lifted me up from the bed. Carrying me in her arms like a bride. It was embarrassing ...but in a nice way.

“Let’s go then.”

“You can’t carry me like this…”

“Sure I can, I’m strong.”

“I mean, what will others think?”

“Who cares what others think? Our fallen angel Yohane isn’t one to conform to norms, is she?”

My face grows red as You starts moving through the school corridors, girls from various clubs noticing us. Some confused, some jealous that the strong and sporty idol You wasn’t carrying them. In a way, it felt good being envied like this. Knowing that I’m the only one You would treat like this made me feel special in a way that didn’t hurt for once.

I really truly love You.

#Love Live!#Love Live! Sunshine!!#Youhane #Youshiko #Girls Love #Fan Fiction #Fanfic #Andrea Writes #Yuri #GL

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bloojayoolie · 6 years ago

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Anaconda, Andrew Bogut, and Apparently: FULL OF SMILES, TAIL WAGS AND WARM ENERGY Ruby Ul A Burst of Sweet Sunshine #32264, Spayed, 3 1/2 years old and 53 adorable lbs Waiting for her hero@Manhattan ACC TO BE KILLED 1/29/2019 ABSOLUTELY LOVELY – SHE IS A BURST OF SWEET SUNSHINE!! A volunteer writes: Ruby is one of the happiest dogs I've ever met. Full of smiles, tail wags, and warm energy, she gained so many smiles back from passersby as we walked together in the park. Ruby was engaged with me, and interested in all the smells around her, as well. She turned to me expectantly each time I called her name. This sweet 3-year old loves treats -- one of life's simple pleasures -- and knows exactly how to sit for a yummy biscuit. She seems housebroken. Ruby's coat is mostly caramel colored and looks quite healthy. She enjoyed soft pats on her marshmallow-white chest while we sat on a bench. Do you need a burst of sweet sunshine in canine form? Ruby might be the girl to dazzle you! Come and meet her today at the Manhattan Care Center! Another volunteer writes: "She is a girl full of surprises! Shy on the one hand and amazingly playful on the other. This is our Ruby, an adorable orange little gal we house at the Manhattan Care Center. Ruby yearns to please and to belong but yes, she needs a little push to spring out of her shell! She obediently comes when called, hops on the bench, seeks caresses, attention and furtively kisses her caretaker. When we least expect, she zooms through the yard and even takes us aback by playing with toys. Imagine what a lovely pet she will be in the warmth of your home and in your loving hands! Ruby is waiting for you!" Ruby aka Boogie #32264 Spayed female tan dog @ Manhattan Animal Care Center About 3 years 6 months old Weight 52.9 lbs Surrendered as a stray on 10-Jan-2019. You may know me from such films as... https://youtu.be/v7KCTtqC6ok https://youtu.be/yN-yO3sG0Ds Let's get to know each other a bit more... A volunteer writes: Ruby is one of the happiest dogs I've ever met. Full of smiles, tail wags, and warm energy, she gained so many smiles back from passersby as we walked together in the park. Ruby was engaged with me, and interested in all the smells around her, as well. She turned to me expectantly each time I called her name. This sweet 3-year old loves treats -- one of life's simple pleasures -- and knows exactly how to sit for a yummy biscuit. She seems housebroken. Ruby's coat is mostly caramel colored and looks quite healthy. She enjoyed soft pats on her marshmallow-white chest while we sat on a bench. Do you need a burst of sweet sunshine in canine form? Ruby might be the girl to dazzle you! Come and meet her today at the Manhattan Care Center! Sorry, this pet is for new hope partners only. Ruby is at risk, new hope only, for behavioral reasons. Ruby has been fearful in the care center and has displayed distance increasing behaviors, and has shown sensitivities to touch. Ruby would be best suited for a new hope partner that can offer behavior modification in a low stress environment. Medically, Ruby appears healthy. INTAKE INFO - BASIC INFORMATION: Boogie is a female brown and white large breed dog that is estimated to be 2 years old. She was brought in as a stray when she was found wandering to street. Boogie was friendly with her finder and walked alongside him on a leash. Medical Notes: Boogie has no known medical concerns. BEHAVIOR NOTES Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Stray Bite history:: Yes. In June 2018, two people in her home got into a fight. During the fight, Boogie bit both people on the hand, breaking skin. SHELTER ASSESSMENT - Date of assessment: 11-Jan-2019 SUMMARIES Summary:: LEASH WALKING Strength and pulling: Moderate Reactivity to humans: none Reactivity to other dogs: None- pulls slightly towards Reactivity other: none Leash walking comments: None SOCIABILITY Loose in room: Moderately social Call over: Approaches with coaxing Sociability comments: Shy, but warms quickly HANDLING Soft handling: Accepts contact Exuberant handling: Tolerates contact Handling comments: Slightly uncomfortable, whale eye during front leg touch AROUSAL Jog: Follows handler (playful escalates) Tug: Does not engage with tug toy Comments: None RAISED VOICE No response Comments: None TOY No response Comments: Sniffs and paws toy, but afraid of hand. Play bows and hard barks at hand when hand pushes toy towards her PLAYGROUP NOTES - DOG TO DOG SUMMARIES: Slow introductions are recommended between Ruby and respectful dogs. 1/11: When introduced off leash to a male greeter dog, Ruby is fearful but allows polite greeting. 1/12: Ruby avoids interaction with the other dog. 1/17-1/18: Ruby greets the other dog politely but then seeks handler attention. 1/19: Ruby engages in running play with male dogs today. 1/22: Ruby engages in brief play, corrects when no longer wanting to engage. 1/23: Ruby avoids interaction today. 1/25: Ruby avoids interaction again today. INTAKE BEHAVIOR - Date of intake:10-Jan-2019. Summary: Stiff, growling - Boogie was stiff bodied during intake she was backing away from me and did not allow me to approach her. She let off low growls and hid behind her finder. She did not allow me to collar or scan her. MEDICAL BEHAVIOR - Date of initial:12-Jan-2019 Summary:Growled, no teeth, muzzled and sedated ENERGY LEVEL: Because Boogie is a stray, we are not sure how her energy level will be in a home environment. At the care center, Boogie has shown a medium energy level. IN SHELTER OBSERVATIONS: 1/14/19: Boogie has opened up with handlers at the care center, approaching socially and becoming playful. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: New Hope Only Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13),Place with a New Hope partner Recommendations comments:: Due to Ruby's bite history, we recommend an adult only home. Though Ruby has displayed social behavior in the care center upon warming up to handlers, she displayed fearful behavior in the beginning. Upon intake, she allowed minimal handling and displayed high level warning signals. She has since warmed up and improved significantly and has readily allowed all handling, however, due to the behavior on intake combined with her bite history we believe being placed with a New Hope partner would be most appropriate at this time. Force-free, reward based training is advised when introducing or exposing Ruby to new and unfamiliar situations. Potential challenges: : Handling/touch sensitivity,Fearful/potential for defensive aggression,Bite history (human) Potential challenges comments:: Ruby has shown some sensitivity when her paws have been touched or handled. Please see sensitivity handout on how best to manage this behavior Ruby has been fearful at the care center and in some interactions has growled. In her previous home, she bit the people in her home when the got into a fight, showing that she may bite in highly charged situations. Please see handout on Fearful/potential for defensive aggression. Ruby bit two people in her previous home on the hands when the people got into a fight. The bites broke skin and the people received medical treatment. Please see the handout on Bite History. MEDICAL EXAM NOTES Progress Exam 24/01/2019 SO Monitoring for CIRDC QAR, laying on bed when observed. EN -- eyes and nose are clear with no discharge. No coughing or sneezing A Apparently healthy P continue to monitor while in shelter Details on my behavior are... Behavior Condition: 3. Yellow Behavior History Behavior Assessment Boogie was stiff bodied during intake she was backing away from me and did not allow me to approach her. She let off low growls and hid behind her finder. She did not allow me to collar or scan her. 11-Jan-2019 DVM Intake Exam: Estimated age: 3y. History : found stray, MC positive, was in system. Subjective: BARH, normal appetite no elimination concerns. Observed Behavior - very timid, growled but did not show teeth, was sedated and muzzled (0.6ml d, 0.6ml t, full reversal). Evidence of Cruelty seen – no. Evidence of Trauma seen – no. Objective: P = wnl, R = wnl, BCS 5/9. EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted. Oral Exam: unremarkable. PLN: No enlargements noted. H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic. ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated. U/G: female spayed linear green tattoo, no leakage or discharge. MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat. CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities. Rectal: visually normal. Assessment healthy. Prognosis: excellent. Plan: ok for adoption contact owner for potential reunification. ---------------------------------------------- MEDICAL NOTES FIRST STAY July 2018 Medical Assistant 20/07/2018 Canine OHE Pre Medication: Morphine 25 mg/ml mg/mL injectable, 0.6 mL IM, once at 10:40 am Dexdomitor 0.5 mg/mL injectable, 0.16 mL IM, once at 10:40 am Induction: Ketamine 100 mg/mL injectable; 0.6 mL IV, once at 10:55 am Venous access: 22 g IV placed in RF cephalic vessel. Anesthesia notes: Anesthesia notes: Size 9.5 fr. ET tube placed, maintained general anesthesia throughout procedure on variable Isoflurane and O2. Size 3 L rebreathing bag. Intraoperative fluid administration: (Rate, Fluid type) Intraoperative IV fluids (LRS) administered at a rate of 200 mL/hr throughout procedure. NSAID: Rimadyl 50mg/mL injectable, 0.9 mL, SQ, once post operatively, for post operative pain relief. Recovery Status: Uneventful Extubation time at 11:32 am Dexdomitor 0.5 mg/mL injectable, 0.0.12 mL IM, once at 11:36 am. Anesthesiologist/Surgical Monitor: 0391/0811 Start 1 table Carprofen 100 mg sid po x 4 days as pain management. Weight: 52.9 lbs 7/07/2018 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 3 Microchip noted on Intake? N Microchip Number (If Applicable): History : RTO Subjective: BARH Observed Behavior - very timid, unpredictable so placed a muzzle, barrel rolling, flipping back Sedated Exam - Dexmeditomidine 0.5 ml Butorphanol 0.5 ml IM Evidence of Cruelty seen - n Evidence of Trauma seen - n Objective T = - P = wnl R = wnl BCS = 5/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: teeth in good cond PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: Developed MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: externally normal Assessment: Healthy Prognosis: Excellent Plan: SPAY and complete intake txs SURGERY: Okay for surgery 9/07/2018 SO BAR, barking at front of kennel. EENT -- Serous nasal discharge, coughing and huffing during cageside exam. A CIRDC P doxycycline 100mg tablet -- give 2 tablets PO q24h x 14 days cerenia 60mg tablet -- give 1/2 tablet PO q24h x 4 days 17/07/2018 SO BAR, EENT -- no nasal discharge, no sneezing or coughing. A CIRDC -- resolved P move out of ISO schedule OVH surgery 20/07/2018 Pre-op exam Hx: Had CIRDC, recently recovered S: Alert, crouches as she walks, timid, gives whale eye. No growling or barking. O: BAR-H, BCS 5/9, MMs pink and moist, CRT <2 sec EENT: No discharge OU, AU, nose. Clean teeth. PLNs: Not significantly enlarged. H/L: NSR, NMA. Eupnic, quiet lung sounds. Abd: Slightly tense, no pain on palpation, no masses palpated, not distended M/S/I: Amb x4. No skin lesions noted. UG: Female, small nipples, no mammary masses or vulvar discharge Neuro: Alert and appropriate, no sign neurological deficiencies A: Apparently healthy Short-term prognosis: Excellent P: Spay today 20/07/2018 Surgery report Was this dog in heat, pregnant or have a pyometra? No - normal canine uterus and ovaries Ventral Midline Incision Ovaries Ligated with: 0 PDS in two modified Miller's knots per pedicle Uterine Body Ligated with: 0 PDS in two modified Miller's knots Abdominal Closure: 0 PDS. Linea - simple continuous. SQ - simple continuous. Skin - intradermal Green Linear Tattoo Placed on Midline 21/07/2018 SO post op recheck BAR in kennel. incision site is clean and dry. A healing sx site P continue to monitor post op. ---------------------------------------------- *** TO FOSTER OR ADOPT *** HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account \ Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications. Shelter contact information Phone number (212) 788-4000 Email [email protected] Shelter Addresses: Brooklyn Shelter: 2336 Linden Boulevard Brooklyn, NY 11208 Manhattan Shelter: 326 East 110 St. New York, NY 10029 Staten Island Shelter: 3139 Veterans Road West Staten Island, NY 10309 *** NEW NYC ACC RATING SYSTEM *** Level 1 Dogs with Level 1 determinations are suitable for the majority of homes. These dogs are not displaying concerning behaviors in shelter, and the owner surrender profile (where available) is positive. Some dogs with Level 1 determinations may still have potential challenges, but these are challenges that the behavior team believe can be handled by the majority of adopters. The potential challenges could include no young children, prefers to be the only dog, no dog parks, no cats, kennel presence, basic manners, low level fear and mild anxiety. Level 2 Dogs with Level 2 determinations will be suitable for adopters with some previous dog experience. They will have displayed behavior in the shelter (or have owner reported behavior) that requires some training, or is simply not suitable for an adopter with minimal experience. Dogs with a Level 2 determination may have multiple potential challenges and these may be presenting at differing levels of intensity, so careful consideration of the behavior notes will be required for counselling. Potential challenges at Level 2 include no young children, single pet home, resource guarding, on-leash reactivity, mouthiness, fear with potential for escalation, impulse control/arousal, anxiety and separation anxiety. Level 3 Dogs with Level 3 determinations will need to go to homes with experienced adopters, and the ACC strongly suggest that the adopter have prior experience with the challenges described and/or an understanding of the challenge and how to manage it safely in a home environment. In many cases, a trainer will be needed to manage and work on the behaviors safely in a home environment. It is likely that every dog with a Level 3 determination will have a behavior modification or training plan available to them from the behavior department that will go home with the adopters and be made available to the New Hope Partners for their fosters and adopters. Some of the challenges seen at Level 3 are also seen at Level 1 and Level 2, but when seen alongside a Level 3 determination can be assumed to be more severe. The potential challenges for Level 3 determinations include adult only home (no children under the age of 13), single pet home, resource guarding, on-leash reactivity with potential for redirection, mouthiness with pressure, potential escalation to threatening behavior, impulse control, arousal, anxiety, separation anxiety, bite history (human), bite history (dog) and bite history (other). New Hope Rescue Only Dog is not publicly adoptable. Prospective fosters or adopters need to fill out applications with New Hope Partner Rescues to save this dog.

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faeriewriter-blog · 7 years ago

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Amazing artwork by @bigbuffpugpuff whom you should commission immediately!

Elva is a particularly interesting character. She's the classic version of what a woman "should" be. Quiet, demure, capable of handling a court system and the man who runs it. She's beautiful, she's cruel, and she is completely lost. Tragic is a way to describe her, although I cannot wait to start writing her discovery of herself. She has a hidden strength that takes a lot of courage, but sometimes it also takes a bit to release it.

A royal was reflected in the mirror before her. Pale pink fabric, light as flower petals, hugged her curves. It billowed and smelled faintly of roses as wind brushed through her window. The curtains stirred, heavy fabric shushing as though her world was not ending.

Elva smoothed her hands over the golden threads embroidered across her bodice. It was too tight. The corset dug into her ribs and bruised her delicate skin. Her feet were pinched in slippers too small but designed to make her more attractive. More fragile. More what he wanted.

Dappled sunlight skittered across the marble floors, blinding her. Golden vines tangled up the walls, hanging from the ceiling, their flowers made of rubies and leaves made of emeralds. Diamonds sparkled in the chandelier which merrily sang in the slight breeze.

She was one of the nobility. A Fae woman, born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

Clacking footsteps echoed in the hall outside her room. There was no door to give her privacy. No armed guard for protection. The House of Brigid had no need for such trivial safeguards. None would dare attack the ancient and respected house.

“Elva?”

Her mother’s voice reminded Elva of glass. She had once broken a glass stemmed goblet and sliced her palm open. The ache before the pain was eerily similar to the clenching feeling her mother’s voice always caused.

“Yes mother?”

“Are you ready?”

“I believe so.” Elva smoothed a hand down her bodice once more, ensuring that no strands had been caught by the rings decorating her fingers. Every strand of hair was perfectly in place. The golden mass would never dare loosen from the curls falling to the tops of her thighs.

Her mother circled her. Elva had always been intimidated by her Máthair. Matron of House Brigid, royal blooded, and effortlessly cruel, she was perfection personified. Everything Elva lacked, her mother did not.

A harsh tug yanked the strands of Elva’s corset tighter. She saw stars.

“You’ll have to do.”

“Please.” Like doves released from a cage, the words flew from her lips towards the sun. “Máthair, I do not want to do this.”

“And yet you will. Your entire life has been leading to this moment, and you will not fail your family.”

“I have met him,” Elva whispered. “He is cold and cruel-hearted. I am afraid of him.”

“He is a king. They are all frightening in their own way. Would you have preferred it to be his brother?”

No. No, she would not have liked wooing the warlord prince. Although he had been banished centuries ago, his legacy still remained. A sword had never touched his flesh until his twin lifted his blade.

“No,” Elva said, “ I do not.”

“Then you will convince the king that you are his only choice. Danu knows we have waited far too long for him to decide he wishes a consort. And consorts can become queens.”

“I do not want to be queen.”

“But you will be. Your father and your people depend upon it.”

Their lands were dying. Her father was a foolish man who spent coin on material objects. He emptied their coffers long before taxes were due. The more pressure he put upon their lands, the more their people suffered. They needed money and a king was the definition of money.

“I remember, Máthair.”

“Good. Elva, your innocence is your power. Use it to your advantage. Men have never been able to resist tainting something pure with their fingerprints.”

Elva remained still as her mother touched her cheek with the back of her hand. She did not know what her mother’s fingers felt like. Elva had never been touched with anything other than cold knuckles.

Deep breaths stilled her thumping heart. She lifted her golden butterfly mask and affixed it to her face.

Tonight she would catch herself a king.

Lies made the air taste acrid and bitter. She expected nothing less when so many notorious Fae were trapped in a ballroom together. Mead flowed aplenty, but even the honeyed drink could not cause tongues to loosen.

Although she lived in opulence, Elva had never seen such a ballroom. Gold made the floor a mirror. Marble figures danced in a wave up the walls to the hand painted ceiling. Enchanted faerie lights bobbled in the air, sending sparkles of golden light cascading upon the Fae.

Her hand was shaking. Elva set her drink upon the tray of a passing servant, refusing to allow even the slightest weakness to show. She would not bow underneath the pressure of this crowd.

“Elva, the little one from Brigid.”

She straightened her spine, placed a hand upon her aching ribs, and turned gracefully. “M’lord Tadhg, it has been too long.”

He lifted her hand and pressed thin lips to her rings. She was relieved it was this dark-haired Fae. He was known for his quiet disposition and thoughtful countenance that was both shrewd and kind.

“It is a lovely night for ball,” he murmured as he straightened.

“Indeed. And a lovely ball at that.”

Tadhg clasped his hands behind his back, mischief turning his eyes bright green. “I am surprised to see you here. Your Máthair rarely lets her blossom out of her tower.”

“I am of age.”

“You have been of age for hundreds of years.”

She no longer had a glass to hide the smile quirking her lips. A fan would have been useful, but Máthair had insisted no woman born to be consort of a king would lose control over her features so easily.

Maybe he wouldn’t notice her icy control slipping.

“I have not been graced with such a smile since my young days. I thank you, beloved of Brigid.”

Her cheeks did not stain red, nor did she flinch. Elva had trained to have small outward reactions only when the time was right. But inside, her heart began to beat fast.

He pressed his hand against the small of her back, turning her away from the crowd and towards a statue of Brigid holding a bundle of flowers. “Now, if you are here to find the king like all the other beauties, you will need to be a better trickster than they.”

“What?”

“I know why you are here. I know why they are here. But it is you I find particularly favorable.”

He reached forward, hooking a finger around the bloom of a rose. She heard the distinct sound of grating stone and exhaled as Brigid moved to reveal a hidden corridor.

“Why are you helping me?” she asked.

“Because of all the blossoms here, you are the only one I believe has thorns. The king is not a kind man. He is not a good man either, but if anyone could change him, I believe it to be you.”

She did not want that. Elva was no different than any other woman in the ballroom. Yet, his words took root in her hardened heart and flourished in the sunshine of her soul.

It would not be proper to reply to his treasonous words. Instead, Elva merely searched his eyes for a lie. There was none to be found.

Inclining her head in thanks, she slipped behind the statue and disappeared from the ballroom.

No cobwebs caught at her hair, no rats skittered past her toes. This was a well cleaned corridor, lit only by the weak light of the castle filtering through grates and revealing the partygoers.

She did not linger to watch hidden trysts, political quarrels, or wardrobe malfunctions. She walked to the very end of the corridor and pressed her palms against cold stone.

Moonlight turned the hidden garden silver. Flowers of every species made the air sticky and coated her lungs with sweet smells. Her soul lifted to flight, spinning lazily in the air.

She nearly forgot herself. Elva had always been close to Brigid, closer even so when a garden was laid out like a banquet before her. She lifted a hand to ghost a fingertip over a bright purple bloom.

“I wouldn’t do that.”

Her heart froze solid, finger hovering in the air. She knew that voice, toneless and feather light as it coiled around her senses.

“Your Highness,” she rasped.

“Did you expect someone else?”

“No.”

She heard him move closer and closer until his hand shifted hers away from the flower. His hair slid over her shoulder in strands of white, tangling in her fingers and around the violet petals.

“That is a very dangerous flower,” he murmured in her ear.

“Is it poisonous?”

“Only at night.”

“You keep poison in the palace gardens?”

“I prefer to keep dangerous things close so I might know what they do next.”

His heat blanketed her. From shoulder to knee, she could feel him. Every inch of silken fabric and barely leashed aggression. Her mind shrieked danger but her honor reassured he would not harm her.

Not yet.

“What dangerous thing did I find growing in my garden tonight?” he asked.

“I am not dangerous, Your Highness.”

“Pity.”

He released her hand. Elva panicked, knowing this was her one moment to catch him. That was what Tadhg had done for her. A single moment of time where she was the only woman in his path.

Like a whip, she snapped out her hand and caught his wrist. The movement spun her around until she was staring up into his cold gaze.

Her fingers convulsed around him, but she did not let him go.

He tilted his head to the side. “Not dangerous?”

“Not to you. If I do not please you, you may mold me into whatever creature you desire. I am yours.”

The words stung in her throat, hooking barbed thorns into her soul and spreading a bleak darkness. She had sealed her fate.

He lifted his free hand, brushing his fingertips over her bare throat. She was certain he saw her shiver, hoped he thought it desire rather than fear.

“And who are you?” he asked while he familiarized himself with her warm flesh.

“I am of the House Brigid.”

“And do you take after your deity? Do I find myself holding a woman with many faces?”

Elva swallowed. “I will awaken by your side each dawn, filtering light upon your face. I will heal your body from all wounds and sing you to sleep each night.”

“You make no mention of her third face.”

“I am no warrioress. I renounced Brigid’s smithcraft a long time ago.”

He tangled his fist in her hair, tilting her head backwards to bare her throat to his lips. “I find I do not believe you. I think you hide silver and steel beneath this pretty facade.”

“I would not lie to you,” she gasped.

“Flowers sometimes do not know they are poisonous,” he whispered the words against the beat of her heart.

The mask upon her face shuddered as she felt the icy touch of his magic. Gold melted, dripping down her face and tangling in her hair.

He straightened, searching her face for beauty as she had known he would. A king of the Seelie had no outward imperfections. She would be expected to have nothing less.

“I’m going to keep you,” he declared.

Elva trembled in fear.

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rwby-rants-and-theories · 8 years ago

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@jaynefray replied to your post: @jaynefray replied to your photo: @jaynefray 😂😂😂…

Thank you XD tho Qrow’s closeness to his family and traning with Ruby makes me think he THINKS he is bad luck charm rather than him actually being one. I mean he SAVED Rubes and Yang when they were attacked in the forest, he saved RNJR and Ironwood and brought Ruby back safe, and he kept RNJR safe during their trip.

Like surely they’d be dead if he hadn’t cleared out that Grimm(which makes me kind of go ‘bad writing’ on creators when Jaune says ‘much help you are’ cuz like Jaune is the weakest link in that team at least this season, so like he’d be so dead if Qrow hasn’t tagged along and kept them safe.

I understand we are supposed to stand with him because Pyrrha but like…if you make him call someone out on not being much of a help when that person’s been helping all along and he’d be dead without it…it makes him sound like ungratful little shit and the sympathy bc of Pyrrha goes out of the window, because at that moment I was ‘fine, kid you can go and die’ like I have with lots of characters in horror movies. but back to bad luck.

It also has been kind of badly played? because with Winter THEY ARE IN COURTYARD WITH HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE AROUND. PUBLIC PLACE OFC SOMEONE IS GONNA COME AND SEE WHAT THE COMMOTION IS ABOUT. Then there is the fight with Tyiran but like the building that falls at the start is far away like really, really far away, and it doesn’t affect anything for the heros. It just a part of it that slides of, but other buildings are not affected, it’s background thing that does not harm nor affect anyone, so this is not really dengerous.

and it’s also ruined town, that has been destroyed by grimm and left for about a decade or more unrenovated and the buildings seem to be wooden. big shock, it would start to fall, which is also a thing when something falls on Ruby. they are fighting in a ruined town, with buildings exposed to the elements for ten years, and they use heavy weapins and throw each other and stuff. things will fall down. the next istant mehtinks is the log falling of but again nothing happens it just rolls of. it doesn’t hit anyone, fall on anyone’s leg, doesn’t even ignate the grass. it just falls and goes down. plus agaon it can be explained away naturally. The logs are piled on each other and things like one falling off tend to happen, like if you burned some old leaves in your backgarden or had bonfire once or twice you know it happens.

I think that Summer’s death is the thing that Qrow blames himself for but like..amongst all people that he knows and we met so far she is the only one. Tai and Raven have been on the team with him and they’re fine. He trained Ruby for years and during that time nothing happened, same with Yang. Glynda is alive, james…heck as I said he even saved James. and they are huntsmen and according to common sense in such showsm when you hunt monsters you die young, heck roman says it out loud to ruby ‘die like every huntsman in history’ it’s in the job description 'you have high risk of dying young’ so it’s really weak example and so far this is the only example we know of someone close to Qrow dying…well there is Ozpin but Ozpin kind of meddles like a meddling wizard and does a lot of stuff that have serious consequences and in figt with tyrian Qrpw was legit the only one who got hurt..

so either his bad luck isn’s that strong, either it affects only him, either it’s bullcrap invented to make things edgy and emo because M/iles is inspired by Zack Snider or whoever is directing DC movies…:P

Lol, that’s pretty much why the whole “bad luck” thing feels weird and inconsistent.

There’s no way Qrow would be allowed to be a teacher anywhere if he had a Semblance that would affect the students’s performance negatively.

Also, when it comes to Ruby, she doesn’t seem to have suffered any injuries or have experienced any unfortunate incidents while training with Qrow. Ozpin said that Crescent Rose is one of the deadliest weapons ever designed. You’d think that training with a bad luck charm would lead to extremely unfavorable outcomes.

And yet Ruby is incredibly skilled and talented with her weapon.

w h a t

A lot of people say Qrow suppresses his Semblance by drinking and that’s how he was able to train Ruby. But in all due honesty, there’s no actual provable indication that Aura is capable of being affected by stimulants or depressants.

Gee, it almost sounds like there are still important basics about a power system that could be explored in an expository spin-off that deals with information otherwise not presentable in the show due to time constraints and not have said spin-off waste time regurgitating information that was already established in the show.

*cough*WORLDOFREMNANT*cough*

As for Jaune, he also doesn’t get to belittle Qrow when Qrow actually succeeded in saving Ruby (and she also saved herself from Tyrian by severing his stinger) while Jaune engaged in an uncharacteristic display of defeat and inaction.

So much for not wanting to be stuck in a tree while his friends risked their lives.

What even is character development, lmao? M/iles and K/erry make Jaune look like such a useless and angsty hypocrite. It’s such a monumental disrespect to his character it makes me mad.

That whole spiel with Winter was just a deliberate attempt at making the Atlas military look bad. To what end, I don’t know. Maybe Qrow was just being a total douchebag.

A video theorized that Qrow’s Semblance factored in the fight when Ironwood caught Winter about to skewer Qrow’s windpipe. I’m a little skeptical about that, though. And I’m fairly curious to see what M&K said on the commentary for the episode, since it would make me lean one way or the other depending on what they said.

As far as the “Qrow was involved in Summer’s death” thing is concerned, it sounds more like fanon than canon to me. Yang said Summer left for a mission and never came back. She never said that her mother left on a mission with Qrow. If Qrow had been involved, then the circumstances of Summer’s disappearance wouldn’t be such a mystery.

Yang would know for sure Summer died rather than just say she’d disappeared. Qrow would’ve told her her mother had died, and even then he could have lied about the way she died to protect the secret of the Silver Eyes. “Killed by Grimm” is an extremely plausible scenario, anyone could believe it.

People are also convinced that Qrow was present at Summer’s death because of Qrow’s hallucinations induced by Tyrian’s poison. That isn’t really evidence of anything. It sounded more like Qrow remembering how he had to shake a distraught and despairing Taiyang into realizing Summer was never coming back.

Qrow can blame himself for not being there to save her, but he can’t blame himself for supplying bad luck he wasn’t there to supply.

Honestly, the whole “bad luck” thing is so inconsistent that it feels like a really unnecessary layer of angst to an already definitely-not-sunshine-and-bunnies type of character.

You’re right, it is really edgy, lmao.

#rwby #rwde #jaynefray #yes yes #deliver me your salt lmao #daniel replies #vomiting #vomiting mention

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Healing

Chapter 1: Happy Lives

I was unhappy. That was the simplest way I could put it. Everything seemed boring and life seemed hopeless. A future? I couldn’t even believe that I had survived this long. Dreams? Nothing seemed fun to do. Something to live for? Didn’t have anything. And that’s what made me dangerous…to myself. You see, I didn’t care about my body, mind, or spirit. I was so down, I wanted a pick-me-up; something…fun. I guess that’s what spurred me on to do drugs. The big no-no. The villain that good parents try to prevent their children from doing. The mascot of red ribbon week. But it was fun, and that’s what made it addicting. I got hooked so quickly, even Road-Runner was slow in comparison. From weed to ecstasy, I did everything I could get my hands on. Did the parents know? No! But they were a good money source. However, they got annoying rather quickly, irritating me with the littlest things. Asking me to take out the garbage, do my homework, things like that. I just wanted to sit in my room and reach a new level of high. I wanted to have fun all the time. Soon, I just avoided them at all times, and they followed suit. We weren’t a family anymore. We were strangers living in the same house. On March 15, 2017, I made a grave mistake. I overdosed. My parents found me unresponsive, looked at all the junk I had laying around, and called the hospital. They were shocked! They flushed the drugs out of my system before shipping me off to a counseling center. How boring! The building was completely and totally unimpressive. It looked like a big brown box with many covered windows; a jail cell just waiting to swallow me up and never let me go. I didn’t want to go in. Going in meant that I had a problem, that I was abnormal. And I didn’t have a problem. I was perfectly okay, just bored. My mother and father dragged me inside the structure, where we were met with a short hallway ahead of us and a staircase to the right. Next to the door was a list of all the companies, and lo-and-behold, Happy Lives was the first on the list.

Room 211.

Reaching the doorway ahead, I could only stare at the oversized wooden door that loomed ahead. How the door could instill so much fear in one person? My parents checked me in and then were asked to leave. I could tell they were nervous leaving me alone in an unknown place, heck, my leg wouldn’t stop shaking, but they did as they were asked. I was led away from the other children, into a room that looked like it came straight out of a movie. There was a large table sitting in the middle, the wooden top shiny from laminate, and about twelve chairs surrounding it. It was awesome! If only I had known that there was an interrogation. Oh well.

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Chapter 2: Meeting the Other Kids

Did I have depression? Yes. Did I have the symptoms? Yes. Is it the reason I started doing drugs? Probably. Did I like doing drugs? Yes. Do I regret it? No. They helped me feel alive for the first time in forever. Did it affect my relationships? Yes–my family was far out of my reach and I doubted we would ever be the same. Did my grades suffer? Yes. The interrogation was long and a waste of my time. Why they needed so much information about my life was beyond me. I did drugs. End of story. There were better things I could be doing than answering a bunch of dumb questions. Once the interrogator concluded that I was indeed sane–which was an hour later–I was free to join a group with similar problems to myself. I absolutely dreaded meeting new people and I was about to be thrown into the lion’s den. How fun. Hear the sarcasm? I was led into to a door at the end of the table, different from the one we entered from. The first thing I noticed about the new room was the lack of light and overwhelming amount of white. In fact, it could probably rival the rooms at a mental asylum. A small round table stood a little off-center, with six chairs surrounding it. A therapist and three other patients were already sitting in their own chairs. My entrance had paused their conversation. “I don’t believe we’ve met. My name is Therese. What is your name?” the therapist questioned. “The name’s Nico di Angelo,” I said, before taking my own seat, which happened to be across from the therapist. “Alright. Well, we were just checking in. You can go last so you can get a sense of what it is.” And I was so happy to go last. It gave me enough time to memorize the type of information we had to share. And there was quite a lot to say. We had to state our mood on a scale of 1-10, our emotion, any safety issues, number of days clean, and all about our day. I hated when it was my turn. “I’m Nico. I’m at a…three. I’m feeling angry. One day clean. No safety issues. Today was a sucky day. I just got out of the hospital and then I had to come here.” She waited for a moment, probably waiting for me to say more, but that was all I was willing to give her at the moment. I didn’t feel like talking and I had answered more than enough questions for the day. “Well, anger is often a secondary emotion, used to cover our true emotions, such as sadness and fear. What do you think you are really feeling?” “Hopeless,” was all I said.

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Chapter 3: Meeting Her

You can’t help those that don’t want to be helped. It’s a common phrase used when talking about therapy. And frankly, I didn’t want to be helped. Why change when there’s nothing to look forward to? Nobody seemed to understand this logic and I dared not say it out loud in therapy. Honestly, I wasn’t learning anything. They say to use coping skills and that doing drugs is bad, like I don’t already know that. It’s common knowledge, duh! But it doesn’t mean that I’ll follow it. It’s been about a week at this dumb compound and it already feels like prison. We check-in every morning, do some activities, go for a walk, and do more activities. Nothing has changed. The people? Boring. The learning material? Boring. The therapists that switch every single hour? BORING! Catch the common factor? So, you can’t fault me for thinking that that’s how today would go as well. We were in the middle of check-in, and I was just stating that I didn’t have any safety issues at the moment when she walked in.

Willa Solace.

The moment I saw her, she took my breath away. She was tall and remarkably tan, with a round face and ruby cheeks. Golden locks framed her face and rested atop her shoulders. Her wide, angelic smile caused a funny feeling in my stomach–something I haven’t felt in a long time. One word to describe her…bright. She was like sunshine. But it wasn’t just her appearance that caused my heart to beat, but her bluebell eyes. The shadows in them roared with a passion, but there was a glint in her eyes that spoke of strength.Of overcoming great difficulty. Of survival. “Hello Willa, I’m Ailee, your therapist until,” she checked her watch, “four o’clock. I don’t believe we’ve met before.” I rolled my eyes at the line that every therapist seemed to use. I don’t believe we’ve met before. I mean, it’s pretty obvious when a kid is new. They seem nervous, twitchy, and unsure while all the kids that weren’t new looked lifeless. She glided to the seat right next to me, and I internally smiled. “Well, would you be comfortable sharing why you are here? I’m not going to force you, but I strongly encourage you to do so.” Willa eyed everyone nervously before nodding her head in a resigning nod. Her expression morphed into one of extreme sadness and her eyes grew darker. She stared at the center of the table for a few moments, trying to come up with the right words to say. But there are never “the right words” say, you just have to say what comes to mind. “Umm… I am here for past physical abuse, PTSD, and self-harm,” her voice trailed off. She looked into everyone’s eyes, daring them to make fun of her for all she’d been through. But no one did, we all had our own problems and hers were nothing out of the ordinary. When her eyes met mine, I smiled. She was adorable when she got defensive. She was a mystery. Most of all, she was fun.

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Chapter 4: A Heavy Conversation

Another week has passed and I have taken every free moment to talk to Willa. The conversation had never been really deep, mostly playful and happy, but she just sitting next to her boosts my mood. I’ll admit that I have been a lot more eager to come to therapy this past week, just not for the right reasons. But I have been actually paying attention more to the therapists, mostly due to Williana urging me to focus on getting better. I’ll admit it now. I like her. It’s only been a week and she has opened up a lot. We even exchanged phone numbers. She tries really hard in the lessons and is always truthful. She wants to get better and that’s what confused me, until we actually talked about it. It was the first conversation that actually had meaning to it. It went a little something like this: “You know, if the flashbacks get really bad or you just want to talk with someone, you can always call me, right? I’m there for you,” I said. We were just sitting in the corner of the room during our break, our backs against the wall, only a foot apart. “I know. You can always call me, too. And we can hang out over the weekend if you want. It could help you to spend some time out of the house and to enjoy what life has to offer,” she replied. There was a pause in the conversation. We had never been this serious before and now the atmosphere seemed awkward. “I’d like that.” I didn’t know how to ask the one question that had been on my mind since I had met her. Why? Why are you trying so much? How can you stand life? What motivates you to keep going every single day? “I have a question,” I asked rather lamely. “Shoot,” she smiled. “Why do you have so much hope?” the new question popped into my head. At her frazzled expression, I quickly backtracked. “You don’t have to answer it. It was a dumb question anyway.” “No, it’s fine. I guess it’s because I want a future for myself where I can be happy and not have to worry about what I’ve been through. It will always be a part of me and I will never forget it, but I want to live. I want to fall in love and spend my life with someone who understands me and loves me back. I have hope that my future will be much better than my current situation if I work hard enough for it.” She had been glancing at the ceiling when she had first started, as though she had not wanted to see my expression. As though I would judge her. But towards the end, she was staring into my eyes, imploring me to understand something. What it was, I didn’t know. The shadows I had seen when she had first arrived had lessened considerably, making her eyes seem brighter. Her answer was a slap in the face. I had never thought of working harder to change my future and make it what I wanted. I had always thought that my future would be gloomy no matter what I did. Her perspective of life seemed so much brighter, much like herself, than mine ever could be. Maybe it was time to start changing myself and we could get better together. It was in that moment I understood what her eyes were trying to tell me. What everyone was trying to tell me. Hope. And if you can’t, imagine a good future and make hope.

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Chapter 5: Hope

I fell deeper and deeper for her. She was the light to my darkness and I loved the warmth that she showered me in. We knew each other’s darkest parts and didn’t judge each other for it. That’s more than many already formed relationships. She was my inspiration for hope. She was my hope. I thought that if I could get better, maybe she would give me a chance and we could get together. I had never felt like this for anyone before, but I liked it. In therapy, I had stopped doing drugs, but I had lacked the motivation to actually rebuild myself. She gave that to me. And in return, I gave her my support. I listened to what she had to say about her past and helped her past any fear or anxiety she faced on a daily basis. We grounded each other and became the foundation for each other’s growth. I reconciled with my family and got my life back on track. The urge to take a hit comes sometimes, but with her support, I am able to resist it. For Willa, she was able to lessen her anxiety and her flashbacks have decreased. We helped each other. She became my girlfriend on December 31, and we could not be happier. She made life fun again and I will never be able to thank her enough. She will forever be my hope.

#nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo

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