#only properly cried once and that was during all too well. proper full sobbing but expected 🤣

[usedtobemygirl]

just travelling back home from seeing taylor, what a beautiful concert !! im absolutely exhausted but it was so brilliant im so glad I got to experience it !!! i love this woman so much …

[takuyakistall]

romeo!

Chapter 1

Synopsis: Ace Trappola from the Trappola Kingdom, there was no doubt that he was a great man that was destined to achieve glory in a few years' time. But, there was one tiny problem. Being a prince from his own country meant that he needed to marry a lady from a prominent household. With much reluctance, he ended up choosing a princess from a neighbouring country—only to find out that the Prince of the Spade Kingdom has his eyes set on her as well. Is this... Competition?

Tags: Fem!Reader, Royalty AU, mentions of death, kidnapping, anything else you would find in a romance manhwa

Note: This piece is purely self indulgent and I plan on writing more for it! But I decided to share the first chapter here. There's no action yet so this is just some build-up.

Ace Trappola was never one to abide by the silly little rules of etiquette, he always thought that they were too nitpicky and stiff ever since he was a little boy. He thought that it was useless to keep up appearances for the sake of his reputation—until he experienced firsthand how cruel high society could be to a mere child who had made a single mistake. Of course, they would never dare to utter a single word in fear that their tongues would be cut off by his Highness, the king. But he would never ever forget the cold gazes that laid upon him as soon as he turned his back.

Which is why he donned a mask. He wore it all day and night as a child, hoping that it would be indestructible as he grew up but that brought him nothing but more of the empty and hollow feeling he hated. Despite already being so well-mannered, so educated, and so charming—he was nothing more than the second prince of the country who always seemed to be overshadowed by his older brother, the first prince. He was the definition of Ace's "perfect".

"Hey uncle," little Ace referred to his butler as such as he closed the storybook he was reading. A spark of curiosity sparkling in his eyes as he continued, "how do I become as amazing as my big brother?"

A childlike innocence could easily be tainted by those with such intentions—the old butler could easily plant the wrong ideas in his head and nurture the seeds of jealousy he planted within him. He stared at him for a second before letting out a sigh, strengthening his resolve when he saw Ace's eyes full of wonder.

"His Highness does not have to do anything, you are already a wonderful child just like your brother."

"Really!?"

"Of course, I wouldn't dare lie to you. If you continue to stay on the right path, I have no doubt that you will be as great as your brother in the future." He patted Ace's head, relieved that the second prince seemed to be satisfied with the answer.

"Yeah... I will!" He declared, staring right back at his butler with an uncontrollably big grin taking over his face.

That was the last time he saw that butler.

The palace staff told him he died because of heart failure during his day off. This devastated poor little Ace Trappola greatly—demanding to be allowed to attend his funeral but was stopped by his father, saying that there was no need for someone like him to attend a servant's funeral. The hand-picked white lilies Ace took that day in hopes of paying his respects, withered inside his room as he cried his heart out.

The next day, they had already found a replacement for his butler. Someone who was far younger than his previous one and was definitely less warm—he went by the name "Rowen" and insisted that the young prince should call him that. At first, Ace put up a fight as he tried to resist everything Rowen tried to do—even if it was just a menial task such as him trying to tie Ace's necktie for him.

But, nonetheless, Ace was still a child and children, more often than not, don't know how to deal with grief. You could easily spot him crying in places he shouldn't be yet no one had the heart to tell him that, even more when Rowen asked the palace staff specifically to not approach the prince if they ever spot him like that and instead, call for him immediately.

Stuck inside the garden, Ace was barely trying to keep his sobs in as he rubbed his eyes with his sleeves.

"I miss uncle…" He cried out, perhaps getting a little bit tired of how colder the palace seemed to be towards him. A pair of footsteps suddenly approached him, Ace quickly stood up and patted away all the dirt from his clothes so it seemed like he didn't cry but his swollen eyes were a dead giveaway.

"Your Highness, I was looking for you."

"Oh, Rowen. It's you…" A dejected look took over his face, was he expecting his old butler to appear? He silently crushed his hopes as he raised a question for his new companion.

"Can I ask you a question…?"

"Of course."

"D-Do you think I can still be as amazing as my big brother?" A few seconds of silence passed by as Rowen crossed his arms.

"Forgive me for my bluntness. However, at this rate, you will never amount to what your brother will be in the future."

"E-Eh? But uncle said that—"

"Your 'uncle' was foolish, perhaps that was why he died." Rowen crouched down, his green irises staring right into Ace's eyes—there was something in his eyes that Ace couldn't put a finger on but one thing is for sure, he thought Rowen was scary during this very moment.

"What you need right now is power," Rowen pressed a finger against his lips. "And that's exactly what I can give you."

"Power? Don't I already have plenty of that, I'm a prince!"

"What you need," he pushed Ace back with his index finger, "is enough power to take the throne."

"But big brother is the only one who can take that!" Ace shouted, trying to overpower the nonsense he was hearing from his new butler.

"Heed my words and I can make it happen." Rowen's lips tugged up into a small smirk before delivering his final words.

"After all, you want to be as great as your brother, the first prince."

Ace felt confused. He clutched his chest as he thought about his words—he did want to be as great as his brother but he couldn't help but be a little wary of what Rowen might ask of him. Ace had to slap himself back to reality, there was no reason for him to think about this so seriously! There was no way he could take the throne for himself and why would he even want to do that…? Isn't he happy the way he is right now?

Ace stepped out from the garden with Rowen following him shortly behind. He stared at the castle building, the maids and butlers working about, and a few noble visitors roaming around.

That was when a little devil's voice started whispering in his ear.

Deuce Spade had been anything but happy upon growing up inside the Royal Palace. Being the sole crown prince of the Spade Kingdom, his life never consisted of flowers and rainbows contrary to what many think. If you asked young Deuce himself about his position, he would simply give you a blank stare before properly processing your question. Once he does, he’ll give you a half-hearted smile before answering with: “It’s a duty I must fulfill.”

He’d never been too fond of the fact that his life was already planned ahead of him the moment the royal palace discovered his existence in his mother’s womb. He would undergo proper education fitting for the crown prince, he would be assigned with tasks that were meant for the crown prince, and he would soon rise to the throne once his father was no longer able to rule.

Rather than inheriting the throne, he yearned for something else. Being the heir to the throne meant that there was almost nothing he couldn’t obtain but he found himself dumbfounded when his elders aggressively denied him of his desire for the first time.

His desire to become a knight.

Deuce was said to be excellent with the art of the sword, easily surpassing other kids his age. But that was not the reason why Deuce had the desire to become a knight.

One of the first things they taught Deuce was the fact that he was in a dangerous position and that there might be cases wherein other people might make an attempt on his life. He thought that it was ridiculous because, after all, who would dare try to kill the crown prince? It would be treason!

And because of that, he was too lax.

One night, the prince got kidnapped and threw the whole palace in an uproar. Little Deuce could barely open his eyes when he tried assessing his surroundings, his eyes were blurry and he couldn’t move a muscle as no voice came out from his mouth. He was beyond terrified, he thought he was going to die that night. He pleaded inside his head, begging someone to come and find him. But for days, he was yet to be found.

He thought that perhaps the Royal Palace had decided to give up on him as he lost hope himself, his eyes growing dull and duller. He had to endure the harsh treatment given to him during his abduction, the only thing keeping him sane was the single ray of hope that someone was going to rescue him.

Just as he felt as if the thread was about to snap, he saw a cloaked man barge into the place where he was held hostage with a sword in hand. Ruthlessly, he cut down the perpetrators without so much as a blink. Deuce could only stare at the scene unfolding in front of him weakly. ‘Am I… being saved?’

It took him every ounce of his strength to stay conscious. And even more when he forced himself to ask the mysterious cloaked man. He wasn’t wearing anything that could discern his homeland, Deuce couldn’t figure out where he came from. His face was covered by the hood of the cloak, he couldn’t see his features very well. Deuce was afraid that there would be no way of him figuring out his identity before he passes out, so he forced a voice out of his throat.

“Who… are you?” His voice was hoarse. The man stayed silent, sheathing his sword before walking closer to the prince and unlocking the rope binding his hands together. Deuce could slowly feel himself losing consciousness but just before he could pass out, the man finally answered his question.

“...A knight.” He muttered.

The next time Deuce opened his eyes, he was no longer in a dark place but instead, in an unfamiliar yet extravagant room. He could tell that it was not the palace in his kingdom, he felt himself panic once again as he remembered the past events. When he heard a knock on his door, Deuce flinched as he hesitantly told them to come in.

A small girl around Deuce’s age entered the room with a plushie in her arms. He told himself to calm down upon seeing her, reassuring himself that the probability of this girl doing the same thing as the ones who kidnapped him were very low.

“Are you feeling better now, Your Highness?” She asked, concern lacing her voice. Deuce clutched his arm.

“Better than before… at least. But before that, who are you?” It was only normal for Deuce to become extremely wary considering what he just went through. The young girl understood that and merely gave him a small grin.

She introduced herself as the first princess of the kingdom he was residing in. Deuce was shocked, it wasn’t his own kingdom that found him but another! Did that mean that all this time he was in a foreign country? Was that the reason why no one had found him for days? Countless questions were swirling inside his head.

The princess was the only one who was let into his room, seeing as how Deuce was more comfortable seeing someone around his own age rather than adults. She was as clumsy as she was kind, Deuce found himself being comforted by her even if most of their meetings consisted of him being gloomy.

A few days later, an envoy was sent to Deuce’s kingdom to inform them that he was safe in their palace. During that period of time, Deuce was cooped up inside his room—thinking about a lot of stuff and refused to come out for hours. When it was time for him to go, he visited the princess one last time.

“Is it possible for me to visit you in the future?” Gratitude? Attraction? Personal interest? The reason behind his words was blurred.

When he returned home, he almost gave the whole Royal Court a heart attack when he declared that he wanted to become a knight. Nobody could tell what Deuce was thinking after he was abducted, it was as if he turned into an entirely different person. But he was thoroughly denied of his desire to become a knight, in which he was highly disappointed in. But, somehow, he found a way to secretly train without anyone finding out.

Using the princess as the shield, he went in and out of your kingdom to train under the pretense of meeting her. But she was more than happy to assist him as they became partners in crime. Deuce couldn’t forget the mysterious knight that saved him and so he idolized him ever since, saying how he wanted to be someone who protected people.

“Princess!” He called out, waving his hand as he grinned at her. This was the start of their relationship with each other. Only time can tell if this was to end happily ever after or otherwise.

[t0wnspersonb]

Home (Gaara x Reader)

Word Count: 1,676

Summary: After receiving news of Gaara’s death, you rush home immediately after completing your mission. You were completely unaware of the fact that your fiance was alive until you saw it for yourself. The gentle moments that Gaara provided was something that you desperately needed after being away for so long, and he was more than happy to have you home.

Warnings: FLUFF like hella fluff, my shit writing, shortness of a story

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Hey guys! I hope you are having a wonderful weekend!🤗🤗🤗 I know I mostly write for BNHA and Haikyuu but I’ve had this idea in my head for a while and honestly speaking I wanted to turn it into a smut but decided against it. I don’t even know if people still like Naruto or watch it LOL. But I had to write it. Please enjoy the sickeningly sweet Gaara that I wrote, and I hope I didn’t make him too OC😭😭😭 I wanted to try this out because I want to broaden my works just a bit, I will be opening up requests again, I’ll give an update on that soon! ANYWAY. Please enjoy and let me know what you guys think😊😊😊

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The door slammed open, startling everyone in the meeting. Your eyes rapidly flickered across every face until they landed on the one that mattered most to you.

 The tightness in your chest lifted instantly, relief rushing into your lungs as you gasped for breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding.

 Tears stung at your eyes; your lower lip trembled as you watched his figure rise from the chair to make his way towards you.

 The hushed sound of voices was drowned out by your racing heart, your blurry eyes stared into familiar seafoam green ones. 

 He was alive.

 He wasn’t dead.

 He was here.

 “Y/n.” Cold, rough fingers reached for your hand, gently grasping them. The familiar touch caused a loud sob to escape your lips, your body all but collapsed against him. You clung to his clean robes, gripping at the front tightly as you buried your face against his strong chest, his familiar scent seeping into your nose.

 You breathed him in completely as you sobbed helplessly against him. The suppressed emotions that you were feeling while on your mission finally released, spilling out of you like an overfilled cup. 

 “Gaara.” You cried. “What - How - Why did you -” you couldn’t even form a proper sentence right now.

 He hushed you gently, his grip on you tightened, his hand rubbed against your back soothingly.

 Both of you were completely unaware of the people leaving the room, shooed away by Kankuro. He knew that his brother would want some alone time right now. After all, you were gone on this mission for months, you had missed everything. 

 The room was all but silent except for your crying that was slowly beginning to diminish, the soft shushing and comfort that Gaara was providing easily soothed your hysteria. 

When your crying had finally turned into soft hiccups, Gaara grabbed at your shoulders, gently pulling you away from his body. 

 “Let me look at you.” He murmured quietly, his eyes scanning over your body. A soft frown began to coat his lips as he took in your battered form. 

 There weren’t any life-threatening injuries, at least not anymore from the looks of it. 

 His expression softened though as he watched you wipe away your tears, sniffling quietly to yourself.

 You were one of the finest Anbu in Sunagakure, and yet you could be reduced to a blubbering mess right before Gaara’s eyes, it was entirely amusing.

 “Welcome home.” he breathed out, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

 “I got the scroll.” you said quietly, staring at his robes rather than his face, “They said…” tears started gathering at the corners of your eyes again. “Gaara you were dead… I don’t understand.” 

 “I’ll explain everything. I promise.” he said quietly. “Just come here. I haven’t seen you in months.” he pulled you back into his arms, hugging you tight to his chest.

 In the midst of your panic, you had forgotten about that. You had been sent away on a mission, you were gone for four months. The mission had taken longer than you had predicted, it also didn’t help that in the middle of it you had received a scroll stating that your fiance was kidnapped and was dead.

 But as an Anbu, you were sworn to finish what you had started, so you did; with a heavy heart. It had taken much longer to finish everything after the devastating news.

 It felt as if you had died as well, the emptiness… the pain… it was all too much. 

 You had been betrothed to Gaara since the moment you guys were born. Fated to be together, alway by one another.

 Despite the hardships, despite the way that Gaara used to be… you were always there. When he was called a monster, when he had killed countless people, when Shukaku was released… you were always there. Ready to protect and defend him.

 You were indebted to Naruto. He had saved him when you couldn’t, and because of that, your relationship with Gaara bloomed into what it was now.

 The unconditional love and devotion Gaara provided you was something that no one had anticipated. The gentle looks and touches were entirely foreign to you and to everyone else who witnessed it.

 But his gentleness was completely sought after the first time you had a taste of it. This was how it was supposed to be, arranged marriage aside, you guys loved each other unconditionally.

 Gaara knew that too, he was well aware of the pain and fear he had inflicted on you in your guys’ younger years. He hated himself because of it. He had hurt the one person that stood by him the most, the one person that never looked at him in fear, or with hate. When he had finally come to his senses, he had feared that you were finally going to leave him. 

 You never did. He was helplessly in love with you, something that he had never realized until after the first time he was able to sleep in such a long time, and you were right there by his side. 

 “You shouldn’t have sent me away.” you whispered, cupping his face gently after he had finished telling you what you had missed during your mission. “If I had remained by your side then you wouldn’t have gone through all of that.”

 You were personally going to kill every Akatsuki member now. 

 He shook his head, moving his face to press a soft kiss into the palm of your hand. “It had to be you; you were the only one capable of making sure that the mission was completed properly. The Council and I had decided on it. But…” he frowned slightly, gently rubbing his thumb against the dirt sticking to your cheek. “If it were up to just me… I would never have you leave my side. You know I worry.”

 Your lips parted at his sweet words; warmth seeped into your very being as he gazed at you with nothing but love in his beautiful eyes.

 “I’m sorry to interrupt your reunion, but we really need to finish up this meeting Gaara…” Kankuro suddenly poked his head through the door, smiling sheepishly at you. “It’s good to have you back Y/n-chan. Gaara was moody the entire time you were away.”

 A soft smile tugged at your lips; your soon to be brother-in-law was always a joy to have around. 

 “Kankuro.” Gaara said simply, the older male held his hands up in surrender, stating that he was just joking around. 

 “I’ll see you at home,” You said, reluctantly pulling yourself away from the redhead. “I dropped my report off at the front by the way.” you pressed a soft kiss against his cheek, giving him a loving smile before walking passed Kankuro and the Council members who were standing awkwardly in the hall.

 A shower and warm meal were calling your name.

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 Gaara sighed softly as he quietly closed the door behind him, today was a long day, and quite honestly, all he wanted to do was curl up against your soft body and sleep. After the encounter in his office, you were the only thing he could think about the entire day.

 His expression softened completely as he took notice of your sleeping form on the sofa. You were curled, your legs pulled to your chest, your hands tucked under your cheek, your lips parted softly as you breathed.

 You were beautiful, and you were all his.

 He hated sending you away on long dangerous missions like this one, fear ate away at his heart every single time. Gaara couldn’t lose you, he couldn’t bear the thought. 

 You were the last thing he thought of before he had died, and the first thing he thought of when he woke up.

 Now that you were finally home, he never wanted you out of his sight again. 

 He sat on the sofa near your legs, gently brushing the hair away from your face before cupping your cheek. You stirred awake immediately, eyes fluttering open as you scanned the room before landing on the man you loved the most.

 “Mmm… welcome home Gaara.” You breathed out, stretching out your body. 

 Gaara’s body warmed entirely at your welcome, a phrase he had missed dearly when you were away. He was home when you were by his side.

 “Let’s go to bed.” he said softly, standing up completely now. His pale hand stretched out for you to grab, waiting patiently as you shuffled to your feet. 

 A soft smile grazed his lips as he watched you flop onto your shared bed; you wiggled yourself under the blankets, sighing in content.

 Your eyes drooped once more in exhaustion before finally closing. It was only when familiar arms snaked across your body that you woke up once more. 

 Gaara pulled you softly against his chest, sighing in content as he buried his face into your neck, breathing in your sweet scent.

 “I missed you.” You breathed out quietly, carefully rotating your body to face your fingers dragged carefully against the side of his face, watching as his eyes fluttered shut at your touch.

 The gentle glow of a full moon was your only source of light as it beamed through your open window.

 How was he so beautiful?

 “I missed you too.” He said quietly, he leaned forward, gently brushing his cool lips against yours before finally capturing them in a desperate kiss.

 You sighed softly, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pressed yourself as close to his body as possible. Your fingers tangled into his soft locks, your lips moving tenderly against his.

 It was a kiss that spoke volumes of the gentle love you both felt for one another. It was a kiss that was long overdue, a kiss that both of you needed.

 Gaara was still getting used to intimate touches, but kisses, he loved those entirely. He loved you entirely.

 This was home.

 You were home.

[acerine]

Can I request a naruto x reader? Where she’s apart of team 7 and her and naruto was dating but they fight and break up. Which causes her to get depressed and develop an eating disorder and everyone gets worried when she shows up to train bc she looks sickly and her bones stick out badly. Just angst with happy ending? (You don’t have to write it if you’re uncomfortable with this topic. I suffer from anorexia and it’s hard to find stories on this topic. I do understand if you don’t wanna write it)

Hold Me

Pairing: Naruto x Reader

Warnings: Angst, eating disorder, like one cuss word

A/N: I don't have a problem with writing about disorders but I just get worried that i’m not portraying them properly, please reach out to someone if you are suffering. aaaand that ending wasn't as happy as I wanted but I think it works. 

I don't have much knowledge on anorexia so im so sorry if I didn't write about it properly. 

masterlist

uzumaki naruto

You groaned and plopped yourself on a bench near the entrance to the village, exhausted from the search for your boyfriend. He had dashed off immediately after training was finished without a word to you; again. You were getting worried due to how often this was happening, especially worried because he had been speaking to you less -- the only time you really saw him was during Team 7 training. You had asked Sasuke and Kakashi if they knew where he was going but they seemed to be just as clueless as you.

Looking up and seeing the sun set, you decided it was time to head home. He’d tell you whatever was troubling him eventually; you could only hope at least. “Nope -- don’t doubt him, he's never given you a reason to.” you softly mumbled to yourself, but the creeping heaviness in your heart told you otherwise.

As you walked through the village you felt your stomach grumble, the exhaustion from training and searching finally catching up to you. You decided to stop by Ichiraku’s -- it was on the way to your house and their ramen is rejuvenating, especially after gruesome training with Sasuke. shudder. He certainly gives training his all, the developing bruises were proof of that.

“Naruto that’s your 3rd bowl!” a voice giggled, bringing you back to reality.

Did they just say Naruto? Of course your boyfriend would be here! Why didn't you think of checking Ichiraku’s first? You quietly chuckled to yourself as you walked towards the voices, excited to finally see your boyfriend and share some ramen with him. But you certainly weren't expecting to see your boyfriend with his arm around Sakura nor did you expect to see how close their faces were

...

“Naruto...what are you doing?” your voice cracked slightly. Naruto and Sakura both halted their movements. Slowly he turned his head to gaze at you, “W-What are you doing here Y/n?”

Sakura looked guilty and avoided your gaze; immediately letting you know that she was aware of your relationship and what she was doing. “No seriously, what are you doing here with her?” you forced out, the strain in your voice becoming less evident, your anger overpowering your sadness.

“I was just catching up with Sakura, I haven't seen her since she started working with the other medical ninja!” He yelled out in an attempt to defend himself, his eyes darting away from you to his bowl. “Y/n calm down...it’s not what it looks like.” Sakura softly spoke. You scoffed, “Then why cant either of you look at me?”

No response.

After a minute of silence you had had enough, “Okay well don't stop on my behalf. Have fun with Sakura, Naruto.” Turning around, you began to walk away before feeling a grip on your upper arm, “Wait what's that supposed to mean?”

“Im pretty sure you know what it means.” Ripping your arm away from his grasp you sluggishly began your walk home, your body in pain from training and from your aching heart.

...

You closed the door behind you, locking it, and diving face-first onto your couch. The events from before finally registering in your head. Soft sobs began to fill the empty room and the couch pillows became stained with tears. What did she have that you didn't? You knew he used to have a crush on her when he was younger but you thought he outgrew it. Hell, you thought she had a crush on Sasuke, since when has she been interested in Naruto? Your mind was filled with questions.

Your stomach grumbled once again, this time louder than before. You didn't have the energy to get up and make yourself anything -- you weren't even sure if you even had food at home. Moving into a sitting position you glanced at the kitchen before getting up and heading to your room, you could eat in the morning after you slept off today’s events.

...

You woke up and slowly got ready for training; not mentally prepared to face Naruto after your break up. You felt a pang in your chest at the thought of his name -- making you aware of how difficult training was going to be. You sighed and began to make your way to the training grounds, taking a look at the kitchen. The last time you ate was yesterday morning but you felt fine, although the painful growl said otherwise. Shaking your head, you moved towards the door and left.

...

Naruto hadn’t showed up to training today. Kakashi said he had gone on a year training mission with Jiraiya. How convenient. They could both tell something was off between you two. “How about we cancel practice today? I think we deserve a day off.” Sasuke rolled his eyes at Kakashi, “And what are we supposed to do while you read a crappy book?”

“How about you two be actual teenagers for once?” Kakashi grumbled before heading off, leaving you and Sasuke alone with nothing to do. “Well since the moron and Kakashi aren’t here do you want to train with me?” Sasuke was pretty hardcore when it came to training — seriously, this kid did not know how to hold back. Training was life or death with him but you didn’t know what else you could possibly do on your free time other than wallow in your self pity, so you agreed.

Yeah, let’s just say you were better off moping in your room.

...

Your body felt so weak from training, the only fuel being emitted into your body came from a banana. You were constantly burning away calories and weren’t eating enough to refill them but you just couldn’t bring yourself to eat a proper meal. After finding Naruto and Sakura 12 months ago, you hadn’t felt hungry. Sure your body was weak and your stomach growled occasionally but you weren’t hungry. You hated how everyone said otherwise.

“Y/N are you sure you’re not hungry? You’re starting to look like a pile of bones...”

“Seriously, i think you should eat something.”

“Your movements are becoming sluggish, fix it.”

It was all you heard now. You felt fine. You looked fine. Why was everyone freaking out? Was it because you lost a bit of weight?!

Annoyed, you began to make your way to the meet Kakashi and Sasuke. Today would be the day Naruto returned and you just wanted to get it over with. Once you arrived all you were met with the usual concerned gazes from Kakashi, an indifferent Sasuke, but now you were met with a new pair of eyes. He looked good. Really good. 

Fuck, you couldn’t do this. “You know what...i’m not feeling too hot right now so i’m going to head on home.” Your words tumbling out as you spun around, ready to return the way you came. But your legs crumbled from underneath you, too weak to fully support you anymore. You could hear Kakashi and Sasuke’s cries of concern but you couldn’t focus on them, you could only focus on the one person you didn’t want to. “Woah, what’s wrong?!” Came his frantic voice — his arms capturing your frame before you could fully hit the ground.

Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me.

You knew he could feel your bones, your oversized shirt no longer able to hide your secret. His eyes hardened before picking you up and carrying you to your house. You felt so tired and it felt like this was a dream. Everything was so hazy and you couldn’t fully comprehend what was going on. Did you actually collapse at the training field or did you hallucinate that? You couldn’t tell anymore.

But his hold on you felt real. His scent smelled real. What was he doing carrying you, you two broke up because he decided to get cozy with another girl.

Before you knew it you were being laid on your bed, “I’m going to go get some food, just...wait for me okay?” His voice cracked. Why did his voice crack? “Yeah uh okay...” Why were you agreeing to what he was saying? You watched as he walked away from your room, “What is going on?” you softly mumbled to yourself, attempting to regain your sense of reality. Staring up at the ceiling, you didn’t realize how much you changed in the year that you two broke up. Yeah okay maybe you lost some weight, and maybe you only left your room when it was time for training or missions, but was it really that odd? 

You saw Naruto coming back into your room and sat on the bed -- it dipping under his sudden weight. He had made you some soup, surprisingly not ramen, and held the spoon up to your lips, “Eat it.” You couldn't bring yourself to argue with him so you complied. The only sounds surrounding you two were the clanging of the spoon against the bowl and your small gulps. Your stomach felt warm, you had forgotten the feeling of a full stomach. 

A choked sob captured your attention. You looked up away from the bowl held in front of you and saw the tears streaming down your ex-boyfriend’s face. “Im sorry for doing this to you. I wouldn't have left if I knew this would happen.” His voice shakily cried out. You didn't know what to do, was your condition really that bad? He set the bowl onto your nightstand and cradled your cheek, his other hand wiping at his tears. “I’m so sorry.” He continuously cried out. 

The hand on your cheek felt warm, it was nice. Both of his hands now wiped at your cheeks, you hadn't realized you were crying but he was wiping your tears away for you. 

Maybe you were broken, maybe it was his fault, who could say? You pulled him into the bed with you and he held you in his arms -- he made you feel like you would be okay, he made you feel safe again. Sure you two had a long way to go before you could trust him but for now you were happy just being with him. Like it was before that day last year. 

“Please just hold me.”

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Send me a 🌻 and I’ll just tell you whatever the fuck I want

We have only one braincell and it can’t stop howling about Automata so I’ll take thREE OF YOUR THINGIes to just ramble about how the song Weight of the World destroys my soul and why I can’t stop crying about sad androids but it also heavy spoilers for Nier: Automata so idk man

First time you hear it is when you finish the first route / 2B’s route, and the song feels a lot like it’s from 2B’s perspective and gross sob as you learn more about her, that she is actually called 2E.

The official designation...is 2E. Number 2, Type E.

This is a specific model for Executioner,  it is shown in some side quest that there was another types among these and iirc the one you meet kills herself for nor being able to bear with the guilt of having to meet people / make friends and eventually having to kill them at some point. 2B's role though was to be sure that 9S wouldn’t find out about the truth behind the YoRHa, so she’d have to kill him every time he ended up finding out about it because of the natural curiosity programmed on his model/type.  

Tell me God, are you punishing me? Is this the price I'm paying for my past mistakes?

Even though she knew the truth about YoRHa simply for her model, and having to deal with 9S finding out about it - where there are times where he even learns the truth about her.

(9S speaks while struggling painfully.) 9S: Damn ...! 2B, why?! Why did you ...! Pod 153 (narration): A wide, white sword penetrates 9S's stomach. Pod 153 (narration): As delicate, red blood drips down him. (2B hides her pained feelings.) 2B: You attempted to access highly confidential information ... therefore ... 9S: B-But ... 2B ... T-Trust ... me ... Pod 153 (narration): 9S's vital signs begin to fade. Pod 153 (narration): Heart rate decreasing, body temperature declining, motor functions failing, pupils dilating. Pod 153 (narration): As every one of his parameters breaks down, he chokes out his final words. 9S: I-It hurts ... It ... h-hurt ... s ... (His heart stops, and there is the sound effect of a flatline beep.)

So 2B was bound to ALWAYS be partners with 9S, and ALWAYS have to kill him *muffled crying* thinking back that they are Androids so god knows how many times she had to do it.

2B: Kh ... ngh ... (Unable to bear it, 2B begins to cry.) Pod 153: Pod 153 to 2E. Pod 153: Proposal: Delete 9S's personal data and reinstall default personal data. 2B: This is ... too much ...

And :D

2B: No ... Enough already ... Pod 153: Proposal: Unit 2B should carry out her assignment. (The sound of a heartbeat stopping, and a flatline's beep.) 2B: I don't want to kill him anymore ...

But also :D

Pod 153: The Commander has already denied the mission cancellation request submitted 64 hours ago. (The sound of a heartbeat stopping, and a flatline's beep.) 2B: Why ... do I have to ... Pod 153: Unit 2B was chosen due to her ability to adapt to harsh environments as well as her combat capabilities. 2B: I'm not suited for this mission at all ... Pod 153: Negative. 2B: Someone ... help me ...

When the first route starts, you get to eliminate a target which ends up requiring 9S’s help, they are very formal / military-ish while talking then, but as it goes, 9S gets more :D with her as in.

9S: You know, ma’am. I’m glad you are here. 2B: Why? 9S: Scanners like me mostly work alone. Scouting enemy lines and all that? I don’t usually get a partner. It’s kind of fun! 2B: ...Emotions are prohibited.

This is something that I ended up wondering the first time I played it, because 9S at first is very friendly and excited to have a companion in a mission, and in general just very warm towards 2B while 2B is big ol’ “Emotions are prohibited” and tries to brush him off / don’t really care about his attempts on trying to be more intimate? with her.

9S: Hey, 2B? 2B: Yes? 9S: People that know me well usually call me Nines, so... 2B: ... Oh. 9S: So... What do you think? 2B: Of? 9S: I mean, if you wanna call me Nines, it’s totally okay. 2B: ... I’m good. 9S: Oh, um... Alright...

gently I’m not crying you are crying So because of the nature of their relationship, and because 2B knew the truth, and knew that she’d have to kill him again sooner or later.

9S: Watch out for hostile enemies, 2B. 2B: Roger that, Nine...ze. 9S: Huh!? Wait, what did you just say!? 2B: Roger that, 9S. 9S: Wait, no! That’s not what you said! You said “Nines”! Or at least something close to — 2B: Cut the chatter, and engage the enemy.

So her acting like this was a way to try and shield herself and not get attached once more and get hurt again when she has to kill him, but thinking through the game after you learn the truth about 2E, you look back on all the way she acts and how thorn she was through all of it and just pain.

2B: From the moment 9S gains illegal access within the Bunker, it becomes my duty to carry out his execution. 2B: It's a duty that I must repeat ... over, and over ... without end. 9S: I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel something special towards 2B. 9S: But that sort of thing isn't allowed for us YoRHa troops. (2B, with a hint of pain in her voice.) 2B: Over and over ... I continue to kill 9S with my own hands. 2B: And every time, it feels like a void within me deepens. 2B: I wonder ... if it's okay for me to hope ... 9S: For the day ... 2B: For the day ... 2B and 9S: When my sins can be forgiven.

And with things like this, how Weight of the World applies to it like,

I feel like I'm losing hope. In my body and my soul And the sky, it looks so ominous. And as time comes to a halt. Silence starts to overflow My cries are inconspicuous

2B was going through this for many, many years. iirc she, along with 9S. were the first androids to be properly made - where during her first time as 2B she already had to kill 9S for killing their creator. 2B was always at the price of either killing 9S, or letting all that she knew - all of YoRHa - fall. All the Androids, and possibly even the war against the machines before they knew that there was no proper war going on anymore.

Cause we're going to shout it loud Even if our words seem meaningless It's like I'm carrying the weight of the world

So by killing 9S, 2B was avoiding the truth and end of YoRHa every time - while fighting machines that mostly wanted to wipe Androids too. She was fighting against both sides, while often being confronted with the fact that some Machines felt things too and didn’t even want to fight or were harmful at all, but she was still a soldier.

I wish that someway, somehow That I can save every one of us But the truth is that I'm only one girl

This wasn’t just about her and 9S, cause not killing him would lowkey just be treason, but saving all the YoRHa androids of this fate and lies behind it, and all the other common androids from also YoRHa’s fall and machines, /and/ the machine lifeforms that weren’t connected to their network and had a mind of their own. Because she knew the truth behind all of it and still couldn’t do a thing to even save herself or the most important person to her.

Maybe if I keep believing my dreams will come to life

I’m not even gonna get too much into the philosofical side Automata and how we see both androids and machine question things like their existence, reason and God™️

This is my redemption song I need you more than ever right now Can you hear me now?

But overall I think every one in this game suffers a whole fucking lot but I think none of them had it as hard as 2B, and by the end of the last route, when she finally dies due to a contamination spreading through all of YoRHa units. She meets A2 by the end, and offers her own sword to A2 - so she can keep 2B’s memories, and also end her before she goes corrupt by the contamination.

2B: Guess... This is it... (2B stabs the ground with her sword, offering it to A2.) 2B: These are... my memories. 2B: Take care of everyone for me... 2B: Take care... of the future... A2...

So yeah, 2B just wanted everyone to be good and nice and safe, and she couldn’t do that. She couldn’t save them, nor herself after trying to repair herself from the virus that was destroying her mind. She puts it on A2, the renegade YoRHa android and someone who knew all the shit behind YoRHa, that wouldn’t end up falling back on the cycle that was between those two. She honors what 2B asked of her, and proceeds to end her before she gets fully corrupted - while 9S is running to try and find 2B.

(A2 takes 2B’s sword, and proceeds to stab her with it.) 9S: 2B! 2B! 9S: 2B! Are you— (A wide, white sword penetrates 2B's stomach. As delicate, red blood drips down her.) 2B: Oh... Nines... 9S: This can’t... 2B... No... 9S: —A2! I’ll kill you!

:^) I’m not crying you are crying. This proceeds to 9S getting full blinded by rage and spending the rest of this route trying to kill A2 even though A2 is just trying to keep her promise with 2B, and try to save everyone, including 9S. This got into a biG RAMBLE SO I’m stopping here but *waggles hands* this and like, when you hear the chorus version of Weight of the World as if it’s all YoRHa singing, or when I got to hear the XIV version of it in the raid?? just watch how hARD I CAN CRY. Cause if this wasn’t painful enough, I’ll just leave this final bit here, when 9S finds a recording of 2B after she died.

2B: This is YoRHa unit 2B... 2B: If anyone’s listening to this, there’s something I need you to do. 2B: If you ever meet up with YoRHa unit 9S... 2B: I want him... I mean... 2B: I’m sorry. Please, just give him the following message: 2B: 9S... the time I was able to spend with you... It was like memories of pure light... Thank you... Nine...s.

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Golden Eyes Ch. 17 (A SidLink Story)

Chapter 17: Coming Clean

Link let out a small groan, cracking his tired blue eyes open. He was warm compared to the damp cold he had come to be used to in the time he had been in the dungeon. His body ached from being stuck in a position for so long.

His eyes scanned around the room, recognizing his surroundings as the infirmary in the Domain. He had been there plenty of times in the past during his quest to stop Ganon so it was a familiar place. But how had he gotten there? He couldn't quite remember.

The last thing he actually did remember was Zelda pulling him out of the dungeon before he passed out from exhaustion.

“You're awake,” came a soft voice next to him. Link glanced over to the side of his bed where Zelda sat, a gentle smile on his face. She took his hand into her own, squeezing it.

“How long have I been out?” Link signed with one hand, not trusting his voice to be able to speak just yet. After such a long time of no use who knew what it would be like. It may not be strong or even there at all.

“About a day,” Zelda replied softly a flash of anger running across her face. “I haven't left your side. When I got you here I had them treat your wounds and clean you up. She...really left you in rough shape.”

Link tensed at the mention of Ruto. She had been ready to leave him for dead and she would have succeeded if Zelda hadn't found him and gotten him out of there.

“I refused to leave you alone while you were unconscious. There are some Zoras here who are on her side. I don't know who I can trust now. I don't need someone taking you somewhere else or her coming after you again.”

Link glanced down at his hands. Ruto hadn't noticed he was gone just yet. As far as he had been able to tell she would come every so many days to mock him or something else. Though it did leave something to think about with the guard who had been watching over him when she was away to wander about. Would he have given her the news right away?

“I should go...” Link signed sadly. “Sidon doesn't want to see me. He's going forward with the wedding with Ruto.”

Zelda was silent a moment and shook her head. “No Link, no. Ruto had been feeding you nothing but lies. All I have been hearing is how Sidon is trying to get the council off his back about her. He doens't want to marry her. Also he has his hands full with the monster that is in the reservoir that's terrorizing the local waters.”

Link paused. Sidon hadn't gotten with Ruto? But why hadn't he come looking for him? Why hadn't he sent out someone to look for him or word with Zelda? Then again perhaps Sidon was still upset over the information he had held from him.

He didn't blame him and honestly Link felt it right that Sidon would never forgive him for what he had done.

He still had to apologize but he wasn't even sure if Sidon would even want to see him at all even for that reason. What Link had done was unforgivable even in his own eyes. He had to find a way to make things right but he didn't know how.

“You want to know what...I'm going to get Sidon. You two need to talk,” Zelda said as she rose from her chair. She trusted that Link could protect himself now that he was awake. She had also sworn all the Zoras in the infirmary that no one was to enter the room unless she was there and not to say a word to anyone else about whom was in there.

Link paled at her words, fighting the urge to shake his head. Would Sidon even want to see him? He didn't think he even would come with her no matter what Zelda said. It would hurt if he just sat there not knowing if Sidon would come to him.

But an important act might get Sidon to talk to him at least. A way to show him he was sorry and that even if he didn't forgive him he was happy to have helped him with something.

“Don't worry Link, it'll turn out okay,” Zelda promised, giving him a small hug as she made her way out of the room, leaving Link alone with his thoughts.

It was shortly after that he was throwing his blankets off and rushing to the door.

*

“I thought I told you for the last time that I was not to be marrying her. Did you think that bringing her into the same room as me would have me changing my mind?” Sidon asked, anger clear in his voice as he stood before the council once again.

Ruto let out a sob, covering her face in her hands. Sidon honestly couldn't help but roll his eyes at her. It was clearly fake, yet seemed to get past the council members who looked to her with such sympathy it made Sidon sick.

Zelda stepped into the room a moment later, looking flustered and out of breath. She opened her mouth to speak but stopped when she noticed who was in the room. Perhaps now was not the best time to tell him about Link.

“I shall be with you in a moment your highness,” Sidon said to Zelda, crossing his arms as he kept eye contact with the council. It was time. He had to come clean. Seeing Zelda had him knowing that there was nothing they could do. They were bound already in matrimony.

All he and Link would need to do is have a small ceremony there in the Domain to make it official. That is if they could find him.

“I am not available to be wed. I have already been married. I have been for months now,” Sidon said a grin coming across his face though felt like he was a child again getting in trouble for having breaking something on the inside.

The council was quiet a moment.

“What do you mean you've been wed? Where is this spouse of yours?” Muzu asked, looking to Ruto whose cries ceased and her body grew visibly tense.

Sidon took a quick glance at Zelda who nodded her head in encouragement. It was finally time to get this out in the open.

“I am wed to the Champion of Hyrule, Link,” Sidon said proudly.

“What?!” Ruto cried out suddenly, instant regret on her face as she covered her mouth with her hands. Zelda cocked a brow at her, fully knowing what she had done. That little innocent princess act was shown to be fake.

“Why is he not here?” another council member asked. Sidon held his hand up as their voices began to rise with questions, wanting to silence them before he was drowned out again which was something that was becoming a norm.

“Due to the unauthorized order made by Princess Ruto he had gone into hiding,” Sidon said glaring at the woman next to him who seemed to wilt. “I will be taking that necklace back now if you don't mind, Ruto.”

Ruto reluctantly unclasped the necklace from around her neck and set it in Sidon's outstretched palm. He would put this around Link's neck properly when he found him again. That was where this necklace belonged all this time.

“And where may we ask is he now?” Muzu asked.

Sidon parted his lips to speak but Zelda this time stepped forward from where she stood to be able to speak up.

“Excuse me your majesty but I believe I need to speak for this one,” Zelda said. Sidon stepped aside, gesturing for her to speak to them.

“Link had not been in hiding like Sidon and I had come to know. For a long time we had lost contact with him. Just recently I had found out that he had been in the dungeons here in the Domain being tortured.”

The room went quiet around them.

Sidon felt sick to his stomach, feeling his heart quench. He had been here this whole time but had been in the dungeon?!

“Under whose authority did someone put him down there?” Sidon questioned, anger rising in his voice at the news.

None of the council members had anything to say. Next to him Ruto started to make small steps to get some distance between her and Sidon.

“Ruto,” came another voice as they stepped into the room. All eyes turned to a Zora guard whom had entered the room, Zelda recognizing him as the one who had been stationed in front of Link's cell a few days ago.

Sidon turned to Ruto in anger, gold eyes turning black in anger.

“He...he had kidnapped you!” Ruto protested. “He needed to be held accountable for his actions. He was waiting for a proper trial there.”

Zelda held back a smile as she watched Ruto scramble with her lies. She had just openly admitted to locking Link away.

“Clearly not!” Sidon snapped at her. “Guards, arrest her.”

Ruto tried to run for it but the guards were quicker, grasping her by under the arms as she kicked and screamed.

“Take her to the dungeon. I will have a very long discussion with her later about what she had done to my husband,” Sidon said darkly.

Ruto continued to yell as they took her away, Sidon relaxing his shoulders as her voice died away the further they took her.

“Your highness...” Muzu said after a moment of silence. “Let me be the first to apologize for the way we had been treating matters. But if we may ask, where is...well where is our technical queen? He isn't still down in the dungeons is he?”

Sidon looked to Zelda, panic written all over is face. Had he...made it or was he too late? By now he had forgiven him for what had happened.

All he wanted was to hold him in his arms and just continue with their lives, the right way this time. Right there in the Domain.

“No, I rescued him from there,” Zelda told Sidon, resting a hand on his arm. “He's in the infirmary. We should go see him.”

There was no protests from the council which did surprise Sidon a little bit. He had expected them to be against this but with how they felt they knew he deserved this.

“We will continue our discussion later gentleman. I am to go see my husband,” Sidon announced, following Zelda out of the room.

His heart raced in his chest as he head right for the infirmary, Zelda even falling behind a bit with how fast Sidon's stride was.

She didn't blame him though. Link and Sidon hadn't seen each other in so long and now they could finally be together again.

But as he opened the door to the infirmary panic was written on all the faces of the healers in the room, them talking quickly to one another only to pause when they saw their king standing there.

Zelda's eyes widened at the sight of the empty bed where Link had been.

“Where is he?” Sidon asked quickly, looking down at Zelda.

“What happened?” Zelda demanded. She didn't want to take it out on them but she was scared. Where had Link gone?

“He had said he was going to make things right,” one of the healers said. “We weren't able to stop him. He went to the armory and left.”

“The armory? Why would he go there?” Sidon asked confused.

Zelda's face grew pale. “Oh goddess no.”

“What is it?” Sidon asked, panic rising within him again.

“He's going after the monster in the reservoir.”

Sidon felt his heart drop into his stomach. No. He would not let Link do this. He could not let him go after this monster especially after being in the dungeons for who knows how long! He was too weak to do this.

An icy chill ran up his spine. He had lost Link more than once and he was not about to let it happen again.

He had to save him.

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Thoughts on Phantom 🌹🎶❤️ (West End, August 6th 2018)

(Hahaha the post was too long so I’m going to put Act I here and reblog to add Act II 💖)

Last night I went to see The Phantom of The Opera at Her Majesty’s Theatre in London - my first ever West End show and my first time ever seeing Phantom!!! Safe to say it was AMAZING 😍 it was everything I could have hoped for and more!! I had Ben Lewis (!!!) as the Phantom, Bridget Costello as Christine and Jeremy Taylor as Raoul, all of whom were absolutely brilliant!

Ben Lewis’ Phantom.....what can I say? The first word that springs to mind is captivating - every moment he was on stage I was utterly spellbound. He puts so much emotion into his performance, and I had tears in my eyes more than once. He really captured the difference in the Phantom from when he first takes Christine down to his lair to when he takes her again after Don Juan - you can see how much the unmasking breaks him, he loses his gentleness and becomes more erratic, and he breaks down SO WELL. Everything about Ben Lewis is amazing.

Bridget Costello is STUNNING!!! Not only is she beautiful, her dancing is amazing and her voice is gorgeous. She had such amazing technique with everything she did - she conveyed even the subtlest of Christine’s emotions perfectly, and her performance was stellar.

Jeremy Taylor was brilliant, my Angry Boi™️ Raoul 😩😍 I honestly fell in love with his version of the character - he was more aggressive than I expected, but it was due to his fierce protectiveness over Christine, and you could really feel his animosity towards the Phantom. Absolutely amazing.

Prologue/Overture: ohhhh I got actual CHILLS when the chandelier went up 😍 idk if it was intentional but the lights flickered in time with the music? The orchestra were incredible (more on them later), and the atmosphere was so great

Hannibal: Piangi, you deserve the world. Hannibal was brilliant - the dancing was great, the music was really good, but mainly it was HILARIOUS 😂 my boi Wade the Elephant had a bedazzled helmet (you live your best life, Wade) Carlotta smacking the newspaper out of someone’s hand while she was singing is somehow a mood (petty goals my gal) also was she flirting with Andre?!? The “AMATEURS” line was perfect, the look on his face was just 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

Think of Me: Okay this was so well acted it hurt 😩 Christine started off really shy and quiet, but once she lost herself in the music she was confident and strong and all-around PERFECT 😍 she had such a breathless smile on her face the whole time, you could tell how much she loved to sing and loved her music. Raoul said “brava” instead of “bravo” and I was so proud, also he didn’t randomly get up and leave like in 2004 so the boy has gained some sense 😂 the cadenza was absolutely gorgeous and I’m jealous of that high note 😩😍

Angel of Music: Meg has such a good voice!! It was sweet and innocent and harmonised beautifully with Christine’s. There were different lyrics to the ones I know (instead of the “Christine you must have been dreaming” lines we had “I watched your face from the shadows/Distant through all the applause/I hear your voice in the darkness/But the words aren’t yours!”) and I LOVED them - it was like Meg was just as excited about Christine’s Angel of Music as she was, rather than her trying to tell Christine that her Angel isn’t real. Loved it.

Little Lotte/The Mirror: Raoul walked into the dressing room and said “Christine Daaé where is your red scarf” and I almost died because somehow the way he said it was really attractive 😂 I loved the harmonies in this, and I really enjoyed the interaction between the two. Christine’s fear when she talked about how strict her Angel is was really good, it subtly set up the dynamic of fear between Christine and the Phantom (which only becomes more evident with the progression of the story). I got chills again at the mirror opening, I totally get why Christine was so hypnotised 👀

The Phantom of the Opera: TITLE SONGGGGG 😍😍😍 the way they showed the descent into the underground was really clever (they had a staircase-type thing that slowly lowered as they walked across it, giving the impression that it was sloping downwards) and the CANDLES omg there were SO MANY OF THEM 😂 during the “sing for me”s at the end of the song the Phantom moved his hands like he was drawing her voice out from her, and he properly went “ohh” when she hit the right notes (the self-caress bit was almost like he was trying to regain his composure)😩😍 I never thought I’d fall in love with someone because of the way they toss a hat away but DEAR GOD it was glorious 👀😍😩👌🏻

Music of the Night: 😭😍 the singing was, as ever, absolutely perfect, and the acting in this was superb - there was a lot of chemistry between the two, and he kept flinching away when he touched Christine, like he couldn’t believe he was able to. At the “touch me, trust me” lines, he had closed his eyes and she reached up to touch his mask, and he instantly pulls away and grabs her wrist with wide eyes. The doll was suitably creepy, but it’s great because we get to see the Phantom carrying Christine (he strong)👀 It was beautiful.

I Remember/Stranger Than You Dreamt It: Okay the performance of the Phantom when composing was perfect - he was scrambling for a pen, jumping up and scribbling furiously when he worked out a phrase, blowing on the ink to dry it so it wouldn’t smudge....10/10. Christine tried to take his mask off a few times but he was so focused on his composition that he didn’t notice (she only missed because he jumped up to write stuff down) and his reaction when she did take off the mask was so well done. He screamed when she took it off and chased her about the lair, trying to get the mask back (and you could tell she was genuinely scared of him) before collapsing on the floor. The “damn you, curse you” line was so full of emotion (he kind of groaned at her?? “ohHhhhH DAMN you” 😂 I loved it, you could feel his frustration) and he then proceeded to fully break down in tears as he sang STYDI. I almost cried watching him, he was so broken and tearful (you could almost HEAR his tears in his voice), and once he put his mask back on you could tell he was annoyed at himself for getting so upset and tried to almost angrily compose himself 😂 honestly one of my highlights of the whole show

Magical Lasso: The ballet girls all ran away screaming when a guy in a cloak and hat walked past 😂 Madame Giry was raging, wish she’d slapped him it would have been gold

Notes I: The looks on their faces when they were reading the notes 😂👌🏻 André did a little sad face at “the dancing was a lamentable mess :(“ and the “what is it that we’re meant to have wrote” was obviously brilliant, it was hilarious - this was Angry Raoul’s debut, he was PISSED about that letter and even MORE pissed when Carlotta accused him of sending hers

Prima Donna: I really liked this one, usually it’s not one of my favourites but it was really well done - when the managers did the bit about “although he may demur/He must have been with her” Raoul stopped in his tracks and turned to stare at them half-disgusted, half-angry, shaking his head a bit. Meg spent the first part of the song looking around the managers’ desk for the notes and examining them, like she was looking for clues as to who the Phantom was. At the end they all sang “sing Prima Donna once more” in a different manner - Raoul was angry and almost sarcastic, Madame Giry looked so done, Carlotta was having the time of her life (but the best was Raoul - he almost spat out the words “prima donna”, so much venom, I love my Angry Boi)

Poor Fool, He Makes Me Laugh: I would genuinely pay good money to see the whole of this opera 😂 the fops looked great, Piangi KILLED it, and it was all going brilliantly until the Phantom shows up to ruin the party. The croaking was great, but I also really liked how Christine forgot her blocking because she was scared of the Phantom. His laugh was proper chilling 👌🏻 the ballet was so good, André walked into about four dancers trying to get off the stage, and I loved the shadows behind the scenery showing the Phantom. If Buquet was a doll it was a hella accurate doll, it was dead realistic 😂 the chaos on the stage was brilliant, and the laughter really cemented the Phantom as a total maniac

Why Have You Brought Us Here: you could really see Christine’s fear in this, also I liked how on the “there inside your mind” lyric Raoul gestured towards Christine’s head, like he was trying to convince her that the Phantom was a figment of her imagination. I missed a lot of Angry Christine here because where I was sitting it was hard to see downstage right (ie the bit of the stage on my left-hand side), but she moved out into centre stage for “but his voice” - Raoul looked at her all concerned during this bit, and you know that he genuinely believes Christine has imagined the man

All I Ask of You: Raoul is my protective boi and I love him okay 😩 he hugged her tighter when he sang “I’m here, no one will harm you”, and he had a determined look in his eyes and more of an edge to his voice, like he was daring the Phantom to try and harm Christine. It was such a sweet and romantic song, the kiss was more gentle than most I’ve seen before, it was just like watching two teenagers in love, plus their voices are so powerful (chills again)

All I Ask of You (Reprise): My HEART 😭😩 this was so heartbreaking, he was crying the whole way through and looked like he was physically in pain (particularly during “he was bound to love you when he heard you sing” - because the Phantom taught her to sing, I think he blames himself for that). When Christine and Raoul were singing he covered his ears and shook his head while sobbing her name, and it was painful to watch 😭 I had the absolute fear while the angel was going back up because he STOOD UP (please don’t fall off), he was so dramatic and angry and I SWEAR to you he was looking RIGHT AT US at this bit - the chandelier falling was SO intense, it fell so much quicker than I was expecting, what an amazing end to the first act

(Act II to follow! 😂)

[straymonbap]

Breaking the World - Ravi

This was requested by and written for @heart-baek-bleed. I’m sorry it took so long but I hope you and everyone else who reads this likes it! 

Lifting your phone down from your ear you let out sigh, no answer again. Your boyfriend Wonshik hadn’t answered his phone all day, he hadn’t answered your messages or calls and it was starting to worry you. He always answered your texts but now it had been almost a full 24 hours since you last saw or heard from him.

Wonshik wasn’t only your boyfriend but he was your best friend. The two of you had started out as seatmates in first year of high school and that had blossomed into becoming best friends before he had asked you out in senior year. Wonshik was your world and he always reminded you that you were his world.

Days with Wonshik felt like the best part of living but recently he had started acting weirdly. You had noticed it when he started coming home later and later. But he always came home. Except today. He had left your shared apartment the evening before, telling you he’d be going out to hang with some friends but he had never come back. Initially you weren’t too worried, maybe he had slept over at a friend’s couch but when he hadn’t turned up during the afternoon you were starting to worry.

You had began cleaning the apartment to get your mind off him when your phone rang again. It was Wonshik’s number that was calling and you let out a relieved sigh before answering.

“Yah, where are you?” you asked, voice laced with worry. She didn’t get an answer but she could hear people at the other end.

“____” a foreign voice called your name and a chill ran down your spine.

“Yes?” you asked quietly, unable to shake the uncomfortable feeling.

“Your boyfriend has put himself in… what should I call it? Trouble?” the voice said and you bit your bottom lip, had something happened the night before and now Wonshik was in jail? “We just wanted to tell you”

A loud thump was heard and you could hear Wonshik let out a yell.

“Wonshik!” you yelled into the phone and he seemed to hear you.

“____, don-don’t. Stay home. I’m okay” he said and another loud thump was heard before he was groaning and you could hear him yell out shortly after.

“Where-What-is-I” you couldn’t form a sentence correctly, it was a mix of the tears that were streaming down your face and from the panic of hearing your world being broken apart.

“No-Don’t!” Wonshik’s voice tried to stop you but you could only hear the coordinates that were told into your ear before the phone call was cut off. Mumbling the numbers out loud to yourself you scrambled around the kitchen, pushing things aside haphazardly to find a pen and a piece of paper.

With shaking hands you shoved the piece of paper into your jeans pocket and grabbed your keys and jacket before running out of your apartment. You hailed a cab where you told the driver to get you to your destination.

Not knowing how much time you had made the tears fall down from your eyes silently as you leaned forward in your seat. The taxi stopped at an industrial area, telling you that he wouldn’t be able to drive you the whole way and this was as far as he could drive you.

You silently thanked him when giving him his money and stepped out of the taxi. With quick steps you continue down the road. Looking up at the big factory buildings you notice that most windows are dark and you also notice that the street lights on the street don’t work properly, the place was surely abandoned. You look at the map on the phone when you stop in front of a building which should be the one you’re heading towards.

Looking around yourself you don’t see anyone so you open the heavy door before carefully stepping inside. You hear noises coming from somewhere over head and you decide to head up the stairs to the second floor. Coming up the stairs you see that the second floor has lights turned on and you can also see people standing around.

That’s when you see him.

Your world.

His fiery red hair is standing to every direction possible, his face is starting to bruise and he is slumped downwards, two men holding him up.

It is as if he is the only one who hears you arrive because his head tilts down and when your eyes connect his eyes widen, filling with horror. Instantly you are about to spring into action when you’re being pulled back, a hand grabbing you before pulling you into a headlock.

A small group of people who are standing a few feet away from Wonshik turn towards your direction when you let out a wince of the pain.

“Well, look who showed up” says a voice who you recognise from the phone call. You open your eyes and look at him. He is a clean shaven man with dark grey hair and he’s wearing a suit. You recognise him from the news. “How wonderful. We’ve got the pair together.” he continues and walks over to Wonshik. His hand grabs Wonshik’s chin and he smiles. “She must love you a lot. She came to see you die”

“No!” you yell, trying to pull away from the man holding you but he only tightens his arms around your neck, your arms flying up to pull at his arms as it gets harder to breathe.

“No?” the leader of the gang lets go of Wonshik’s chin and turns to your direction. “Do you have something better to offer? Do you even know what he has done?”

“I don’t know what he’s done, but I don’t care” you say and look at the leader, not breaking eyecontact from him.

The leader lets out a small chuckle. “Romantic” he mumbles and shakes his head. “Well… If you want your lovely boyfriend to live, then you’ll have to give him up. And come to me”

“Don’t-” Wonshik’s voice is heard, weaker than what you’ve ever heard him but he’s silenced with a knee to his stomach and that makes him double over in the two mens’ grip.

You can’t watch Wonshik being handled that way and so you fell down to your knees and lean forward, a self defense mechanism that makes the man who is holding you in a choke hold fall down with you and he flips over you before he lands on the ground in front of you on his back. You’re quickly on your feet and give him a proper stomp straight on his face, his nose breaking in at the hit and he screams. There is another man approaching you, a crowbar in his hands and you manage to stumble out of his way when he swings it towards your head and you tackle him, pushing him to the railing that over looks the rest of the factory floor.

You grit your teeth before giving it your all and headbutt the man who screams in pain and you can feel your own head throbbing. In a moment of pain he lowers his arms, one hand going to his forehead and you take your chance and manage to wrestle the crowbar from his hands. Taking a step back you swing the crowbar and give him an uppercut with it, splitting his chin open and blood starts spraying. “You bitch” the man growls and you swing the crowbar again, hitting him in the head before you push him with all your might and he disappears to the other side of the railing, falling down.

Steps approach you from behind and you turn around and manage to swing your crowbar hitting the oncoming man straight in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. You bring the crowbar down onto the back of his head and it lets out a loud crack as he falls to the ground, blood pooling around him. You turn towards Wonshik but you fall to the ground when you feel something hitting your leg which gives up under you. Turning around onto your back a man, with eyes filled of crazy, hovers over you and you just see his fist coming down towards you before you can feel your body shift uncomfortably.

What you haven’t realised but Wonshik has seen is the man’s knife coming down into your chest. And it’s not just once but multiple times. He screams and starts trying to pull away but it’s difficult. He manages to get one arm free from one of the guards who was distracted for a moment. Wonshik elbows him square in the face, and he knows he’s used enough force to knock him out, before turning to the man who is holding his other arm and he grabs his head and bashes it into the wall behind them. The man’s hold on his arm becomes limp and Wonshik runs to where you are. He grabs the neck of the man who is over you and he pulls him off before pushing him as hard as he can, making him stumble backwards and fall over the railing.

Wonshik turns back to you and he falls down on his knees beside you. His hands come up to your face that is spotted with blood and he looks down to your chest, full of wounds from the knife and he can feel tears well up in his eyes.

“__-____” he stammers your name and with difficulty you manage to open your eyes. “Hey, hey. We’re going to fix this” he says and he pulls you into his lap, his arm around your shoulders and waist.

You look up at his face and you smile faintly. “I did it for you Wonshik.” you said and he looks you in your eyes. He pushes your hair out of you face and smiles. “I love you”

“I love you too” he whispers, choking on his words as he cries silently.

“You’re my first and last love” you say and Wonshik lets out a small chuckle.

“I will always love you” he says and leans down, pressing his lips against yours in a soft and loving kiss. When he breaks from you and looks down into your eyes he can see the life in your eyes slipping away. He lets a silent sob out as he carefully lays you down on the ground before he stands up. Drying his cheeks with the sleeve of his jacket he walks towards the leader before he falls to his knees right in front of him.

The leader looks down at him and gives a chuckle. “And what do you want?” he asks and kicks some dirt onto Wonshik who doesn’t move.

“Kill me” he says and the leader laughs.

“That would be to easy.” he says and ruffles Wonshik’s fire red hair and walks past him to the exit. “We can call it even” he says and lets out another laugh that echoes throughout the abandoned factory, leaving Wonshik sitting on his knees by himself.

[brodymeetsworld]

To be better than yesterday.

There was a time when ‘family outings’ were super stressful, no matter where we had to go or even the simplest things to do. Just kidding, its still pretty stressful, but I suppose you could say I’m becoming more seasoned to it my fourth year into motherhood. If your a parent with one child, two children, or more (goodness, I praise you if you have more than two) you know what I’m talking about. There is nothing quite like having to hold your private business (we live 30 minutes to an hour to civilization) until the perfect opportunity to take, in my case two small children, into a public bathroom. First, parking the car the closest to a buggy holder as possible, unbuckling, putting on jackets, sometimes even socks and shoes too. You have to pray once you get inside you find a stall big enough to hold the three of you, Lord willing clean enough because the boys have to do everything themselves (during these what seems like no end in sight potty training days) just to finally have a turn and pray that the boys don’ t crawl under the stall and run out the door, or unlock the door and let the world in to see. Stressful.

Today was different though. Today the boys and I went inside Walmart to do our shopping because well, frankly I’ve been slacking lately, and haven’t been utilizing the grocery pick up app nearly as often as I use too. I took a chance and went inside with both boys. It had been raining on and off all day so the normal ‘toddler’ cart that I use to utilize my space and keep both boys safe were left outside and wet. So I used a normal cart, placed Bentley (3) in the top seat, and Brody (4) in the basket. I knew I could contain both boys for a while this way and I didn’t think I needed much so we wouldn’t need a lot of space. 

We head straight for the bathroom, I’m hustling at this point. I see a yellow cart standing the way of the Women’s Restroom. “Fantastic“ I thought, The next shop down is returns, I had two shirts I needed to exchange from Christmas for my husband, there was one person in line. “YES! I have to go do this now or I’ll have to endure a line of people later”, I quickly did my return, and received my $19.88 back on a gift card, and I didn’t hear a single peep out of either one of my boys, this is going great. We headed to the clear back of the store where the bathrooms are located near electronics. Next, the grocery section of the store. We went down every single aisle on the way up and still had to go back again through a few for the things we forgot. The cart started to get full so I asked Brody is he would like to get out and help mommy push the cart, he immediately jumped up and said “help mommy YES!” with his ever so sweet smile. 

Now we’ve practiced together before in the store Brody helping me push the cart, but without fail there would usually be a casualty of some sort by the end. Not always by him I should add, his little brother is quite mischievous and well a 3 year old boy who likes to test his mama. Today was different though. Today, Brody not only helped me pushed the cart, he helped me put things into the cart. He only complained a little when it came to wanting the Oreo cookie from a Lunchable in the cooler section that we were not purchasing, we moved on quickly and swiftly. I knew we were pushing our limits at this point, so I thought quickly of what was left on my list on the way to the check out line.

We get to check out, I look down at my cart, see that I defiantly need a conveyer belt, but I am all about self check out since it was well invented. Even more so now that they have the option with a nice long conveyer belt for me to unload huge haul of groceries. I don’t know if its because my second job in high school was at our small town grocery store in Franklin, West Virginia, where I was a teller, but like everyone else, watched a video on how to properly bag a neighbors groceries, and even still offer the option of “paper or plastic?” So still to this day, I like my groceries bagged the “proper” way and maybe its a control thing too, I don’t know, but I enjoy all the effort it takes for me to do it this way. 

I have almost all of my groceries out of the cart onto the belt with help from (to my surprise) Brody. At this point, I am grinning ear to ear beaming with pride, because not only have I avoided a meltdown or run away from either boys, but we are almost to the end, and for the first time my son is eager to help me, and learn! He even started taking groceries at one point and scanning them for me. I was in awe, awe in how far my sweet child has come and grown. Now if you know Brody, you know he is a very loud child. He likes to yell, jabble random words, and jump up and down. Not all the time of course, but it is a part of his ‘stimming’ process. If you ever see him doing this please know that there is absolutely nothing wrong with him in those moments. He is happy, he is safe, and he isn't harming a soul around him. Brody started doing his stimming, I paid no attention to it, I’ve seen it a million times now, and I still had food to scan, bag and pay for so I was trying to focus as much as a mother can in those moments. 

Then all of a sudden I heard it, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. An older man on the other side of us at self check out with his wife beside him in a wheel chair yelled “SHUT UP KID!” I stood there in shock. I waited for his eyes to meet mine because clearly if you are going to yell at a small child that is not yours, then you at least have the courage to make eye contact with their mother. He glances at me, still scanning his items. I said “Excuse me? is he somehow harming you?”, the man quickly broke eye contact with me and kept scanning his items. His wife somehow seemed oblivious to the entire ordeal. I stood there, still shocked. I glanced at Brody, he doesn’t seem phased by the comment, I doubt if he even heard it, but I did. I looked around me, and nobody was around. I felt so alone. I started to pray, “God, Am I loosing it?”, “Please keep me from going crazy” I started to feel the tears well up inside my eyes. I knew my cheeks had to be turning three shades of red as they always do, they have my whole life, I can’t stop it. I rushed to quickly get through my order, watching the older couple the whole time, wanting to follow them, wanting to “give him a piece of my mind.” I would have said, “I pray that if you are ever so lucky to have a grandchild with Autism one day, that you treat them with the respect and dignity everyone deserves.”

But I didn’t. I didn’t cause a scene in the store, even though it crossed my mind. I didn’t follow them into the parking lot. Truth is, my gift card wouldn’t run through from earlier so I had to get help from an associate of the store. So by the time that was over, they were long gone.

I had tears streaming down my face as I drove the hour drive home. I couldn’t help but replay in my head over and over again the scenario that just happened in the store. I’m pretty good at holding back my tears in front of my boys, so I seem to find time to silently sob while driving. I can usually keep the boys occupied with happy meals or something else so they don’t notice mommy being sad. This isn’t the first time we’ve encountered, we’ll say, less educated others that don’t understand autism, or know it when they see it. 

We went to a BBQ once last year at the beginning of summer, before the pools were even open. We went for a walk right by a pool that was still closed for the season. Brody flipped his lid. He had a complete meltdown that led to me carrying him back up the hill to the BBQ with Bentley in tow. We went to a quiet room where I calmed him down and gave him his avengers doll set to play. He was content and I could finally breathe again. Our close friend walked in the room, seemed annoyed, and asked what was wrong? I told her what happened and that this is Brody, we are all still learning to adjust on how to best help him. Her reply back to me was “Umm, Sorry the pool was closed, I told you guys that only the waterpark was open.” I stood there in shock, I just made a post publicily announcing for all of our family and friends to see on facebook basically ‘coming out’ with brodys diagnosis of Autism, but maybe she missed it? Somehow?” I shrugged it off, made Brody as comfortable as possible, but as the hours went on it was harder.

 If your a parent of two children under three you have to have eyes in the back of your head all the time, and I mean all the time. This was the same BBQ Bentley decided it was a good idea to take a elevator ride all by himself walking past 10 adults to the elevator at the age of 2 while I was catching Brody going in the opposite direction. I remember running through the condo yelling, “Where’s Bentley?! did you see him? for all of the adults to say, “yeah he went that way a few minutes ago” pointing out the condo door. By the time I got to the elevator with Brody, I hear a woman's voice calling the elevator operator informing them a small boy was on the elevator when they got on. I was so thankful he was still there, he was safe, and I wanted to die of embarrassment all at the same time. When I got back to the condo, feathers a little ruffled, Brody could sense how stressed out I was, he started to cry. He cried and cried and there was nothing I could do to calm him down. I tried all my tricks. I felt defeated and exhausted. I guess one of the older women heard enough and asked me “What’s wrong with him? is he spoiled?” I held back my tears and said “No, actually he has Autism. So large crowds of unfamiliar faces can be overwhelming for him and because he is non verbal too, this is his way of communicating with me. I gathered our belongings and left, we left without eating or saying goodbye. We hit the mcdonalds drive through as I silently cried again.

I thought I prepared myself well for these moments. I never wanted to have a double whammy kind of day like that again. So I decided to spread awareness. I bought Autism Awareness puzzle piece earrings to wear while were in public to lessen the stares, and they worked for the most part. There was still stares of course. When you have a non verbal child, you learn to ready body language and facial expressions really well, you can’ t help but read everyone else around you too. The stares I get most of the time now are loving stares. Stares of wanting to help me, but not sure how. Those are stares I’m ok with, and have even learned to ask for their help sometimes too. I hoped in wearing the signature puzzle pieces that people would be more understanding and patient with our family, and for the most part people are, especially in our little community of Pendleton County. 

But I was reminded again today that ignorance and hate still exist, and I won’t always be able to prevent it from happening. What I learned is I can choose what I do in that moment, and choose wisely for my children's sake. How I react to others in these moments is crucial to their development. They’re still too young to notice these incidents, so I still have time to critique myself, although I think I did a pretty good job of controlling myself today. I can always improve. That's the end game after all right? To be better than yesterday? So for now, I’ll probably practice a few “come back” lines in the mirror, and maybe make some cards to spread awareness and remind people to always be kind. 

#autismawareness #autismacceptance #brodyryland

[utapri-imagines-scenarios]

The members of STARISH finds out their S/O was in a car accident and is in the hospital, in an induced Coma, and don't wake up for a good two weeks.

STARISH finding out their S/O is in a coma 

Warning: Contains themes of angst  

otoya ittoki

Otoya was volunteering at the local orphanage, helping read bedtime stories to the children and tucking them in for a good night sleep. It wasn’t until he finished when he got the phone call that made his heart skip a beat, causing the idol to immediately to almost run out of his shoes to dash to his car where he sped off to a certain hospital. When he arrived he ignored all the nurses in the distance calling him, having only one person on his mind. Swiftly counting the room numbers, he came to a halt in front of a specific number. He took a deep breath, one he did not even know he was holding, before opening the door to see his s/o laying on the hospital bed motionless. He felt hot tears roll down his burning cheeks at the sight of his wonderful s/o, covered in bruises and IV’s stuck in their arm with eyes closed tightly. They had apparently been hit by a drunk driver while on their way home from work, only to be put into a medically induced coma so they could heal properly. Even if it was medically induced, he was afraid of what if you did not ever wake up. For days, he visited every day from the time visiting hours opened til the nurses had to practically drag the idol out of the room. He cleared his schedule completely to be with his s/o, even if they did not know he was there. He wold just sit closely by the bed, holding their cold hand while watching their chest rise and fall, counting each breath. He was determined to not miss a single moment with her, in fear they may wake up without him being there for them.

masato hijirikawa

It was a particularly stormy night, one that caused flash flooding and objects to fall everywhere you would go. It never occurred to Masato to call or text his s/o to check up on them, knowing they worked late and would be driving home in the nasty weather. He ignored the pit feeling in his stomach to make them call a cab or for him to pick them up himself. He sat quietly in the living room of their shared apartment while responding to fan mail, waiting for his love to come home for dinner. However, after a couple hours passed that uneasy feeling in his stomach grew. Suddenly, he heard his cell phone ringing with an unfamiliar contact calling him. When he answered, he wished he had never did. He did not even get the chance to hear the rest of the callers words before he ran out the door, forgetting his rain coat and shoes all together. He did not even bother having the chauffeur drive him, he needed to be there immediately. Once he sped to the hospital, running inside drenched in rain water he demanded to see the one person he cared about most. When the nurses led him to the Intensive Care Unit, his stomach dropped at the sight before him. His love, the one he planned to marry, laying there with an oxygen tube down their throat and monitors surrounding the bed. He rushed to the side of the bed, with tears in eyes as he studied the damage done to his perfect s/o. They had apparently gotten in an accidentally during the storm, causing them to go into a coma.

natsuki shinomiya

He did not really mean for this to happen, Natsuki thought while sitting inside the hospital waiting room. Thinking back, they were having such a good time together with innocent fun. He and his s/o were baking together, when his s/o had suddenly collapsed. It did not occur to him that his s/o would ever go into a diabetic coma, yet he blamed himself. The idol blamed himself for not being there to remind them to take their proper amount of insulin and to watch what they eat. When the nurse came in and called their name, he immediately jumped up and ran up to the nurse where they led him to the room where his s/o was finally stabilized. Although, he was not prepared for what he saw when entering that room. There his s/o was, on the bed motionless and sickly pale. His vision was blurred with salty tears as he sat next to their bedside. He took their smaller hand into his significantly larger ones, rubbing his thumb over the engagement ring while thinking back to the day he proposed to the. Everyday after that incident, he visited everyday and spent nights so he could not be apart from his love. Every day he would go out into a field and pick flowers, bringing them in a vase and placing it at the bedside table, continuing this and putting in freshly picked flowers into the vase every day. Although his s/o was not awake to admire the beauty of the flowers, he continued this ritual. Convincing himself it brightened up the depressing hospital room. In hopes that soon, you would wake up while his face and those flowers would be the first things you would see.

tokiya ichinose

The idol woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside while the bright morning sun seeped through the closed blinds in the dim room. He rolled over onto the other side, taking note of how cold and unused that side of the bed was, which was where his s/o usually slept in. His mind immediately reminded of what had happened, and why he has been sleeping alone for the past few weeks. His mind thinking back wearily to that day where he heard the news and that one words, coma. It was their anniversary actually, he had been out all day gathering supplies to celebrate their wedding anniversary while his s/o would be at work. When he arrived to their shared apartment and put away all the supplies for the evening to come, his phone began to ring awaiting a message that would soon change his life. Tokiya shook out of his thoughts while he got up and dressed himself to visit his s/o, like he did every day. Every day he would visit them, sitting by their side just talking to them and even reading to them while in their unresponsive state. However, something told him that today would be special. Once he had arrived at the hospital room, he sat down and did his usual routine of announcing his arrival and sitting by the bedside before pulling out a book and removing the bookmark to begin reading aloud. However, his words were suddenly stopped when a familiar hand had laid on top of his larger one and hazy open eyes staring into his blue ones. A soft voice whispering out to him. “Tokiya..”

ren jinguji

It should have been him, he thought bitterly to himself while sitting in silence, nothing but the sounds of monitors beeping and an oxygen machine in use. Tear stained eyes stared at the body on the hospital bed before him, motionless and unresponsive. This should not have happened to him, he thought again. He and his s/o were out together, Ren was driving while admiring his s/o in the passengers seat. He had reached for their hand and placed a loving kiss on their knuckles before the sound of tires screeching brought his attention back to the road, already too late to avoid the impact. He managed to escape with only but a broken wrist, while his s/o had taken the worst of the impact, leaving them in a medically induced coma for better healing. He would have given anything and everything just to switch places with them, they did not deserve this and deserved a better boyfriend. Ever since that day he had not left that hospital room, not even once. He slept on the uncomfortable chairs in the room, but he endured it as a way to punish himself for being so careless. With face in hands, he heard a silent whisper of his name, “Ren..” before he whipped his head to the source of the sound and was greeted by the beautiful open eyes of his s/o with a small smile adorning their face. He let tears roll down his face as he stared in amazement and relief, honestly terrified he would never get to see those beautiful eyes or hear that heavenly voice ever again. 

cecil aijima

He cursed the muses, why must they have betrayed him and done something so despicable? Never would he have thought he would be in this situation, pacing the hospital waiting room while awaiting any news of his princess. He had received a call while on tour, with news that his s/o had gotten into an accident and has been in a coma due to impact. He did not even alert the other members of STARISH when he left, his s/o was more important that anything to him. He caught the earliest flight to his home town, not even going back to their shared apartment to unpack before rushing to the hospital quickly. When he raced through the maze of hallways, he finally made it to the one room he has longed for and walked in, only to be greeted with the one sight he wished to never see. His s/o, laid on the bed in an almost vegetative state, covered in IV’s and surrounded by monitors. The idol felt his throat tighten before letting out a choked sob, hysterically crying over the sight of his s/o before him. The prince has cried before, but this one was pained and full of raw emotions he did not even knew he could feel. If only he had been there forthem, maybe they wouldn’t be like this. He constantly blamed himself for their current state, unable to look directly at his s/o because he felt ashamed of himself.  Every day, he prayed to the muses for guidance and strength for himself and his s/o to make it through this. Yearning for nothing more than to hear the sweet sound of his s/o’s laughter and loving smile.

syo kurusu

The small idol walked out of the elevator and navigated himself through the familiar hallways, making the appropriate turns to make his way to a certain room with flowers and gifts in hand. The expression on his face was difficult to read, a mix between after shock and the feeling of numbness. He knocked softly before entering the room that was filled with Get Well balloons and various gifts laid on a table, adjacent to the table was an unconscious body on the hospital bed. It has only been two weeks since his s/o has been in the coma, yet every day he brought various gifts to them in hopes they would wake up or at least open their eyes. Every day he talked to the doctor to check up on their status and to see if they were getting any better, but there were no signs of brain function of waking up as of yet. He sat by the side of the bed, just talking to his s/o as if they were listening, which in his mind they were. He talked about how his day was, what he ate for lunch or exaggerating how annoying his band mates were pestering him to return to work. Of course they did not understand, no one understood him. He was on his usual rant until a soft whisper interrupted him, “Syo..”, causing the idol to halt immediately and look over to see his s/o has awaken and was smiling at him. Tears had leaked from his eyes as he replied hastily. “I’m here..” with a loving smile of relief on his face.

[chaiteakusuri]

A Simple Misunderstanding FrUk

This was supposed to be just a writing warm up... but it turned into it’s own, complete story; I have no control of myself... Also, because I can’t control myself, I tossed some RusAme in there, too.

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           One moment, Arthur was standing in the doorway of their patio door of the suburban home he and his husband owned. The next moment, Arthur Bonnefoy-Kirkland stood menacingly, in the middle of the kitchen, with the elaborate and decadent cake held fiercely in an angry grip, promising that his threat was not a hollow one.

           Arthur couldn’t remember, in that moment, the last time he ever felt so furious.

           “Arthur...” A horrified looking Frenchman began, his gaze darting worriedly between his husband’s enraged expression and the cake he’d dedicated a whole day to preparing, “Honey...” Francis started, attempting to hold his hands out in the most non-threatening manner he could manage while trying to save his hours of work and, possibly also, his marriage. Francis took a slow, cautious step forwards, only to be shouted at by his lover. 

           “Take a step closer and I swear to god I’ll drop this cake!” Arthur roared. Arthur’s grip stiffened and his shoulders shook as his husband almost took another step closer, “I’ll do it!” Arthur shouted, taking an unsure step backwards, causing him to bump against the counter of their normally cozy and inviting kitchen, “Don’t test me!” Arthur growled, his breath coming in angry heaves through clenched teeth.

           “Arthur! What’s come over you?” Francis cried, looking at his husband in dismay, “Every--”

           “Don’t. Pretend!” Arthur interjected before his lover could get a word in, much less a full sentence.            “Arthur!” Francis proclaimed loudly, “What’s wrong? Please, tell me what’s wrong!” Francis was almost begging, eyeing the delicate form of the cake while trying to properly tip toe around his husband’s delicate mental state at present.

           “You’re a low life, a creep, and a pervert!” the cake captor bellowed, eliciting a sigh from his love, “A-And you should be ashamed of yourself: that’s what’s wrong!” the blonde finished, his shoulders lurching with emotion.

           “Ooh, Arthur. Please.” Francis said, his expression softening and a prominent frown forming on his face as his lover began to cry. “Tell me what happened?”

           “D-Don’t pretend to be th-the problem solver wh-when you’re the problem, Francis!” Arthur cried, hiccups interrupting his explanation, “I, I saw you flirting- flirting with one of our adopted sons; what is wrong with you Francis?” Arthur howled, tears clouding his vision, “A-Alfred is your son Francis; you aren't’ supposed to wart to get into the pants of your children!” before Arthur could completely finish explaining his anger, sobs wracked through him and his arms buckled.

           Using Arthur’s lapse in attention, Francis swiftly went to his husband’s side, grabbed the cake securely before prying it out of Arthur’s grasp, and set it safely on the counter top.

           Only seconds had passed, but the Briton was quick to dig into the Frenchman once more. “S-Stupid frog!” Arthur spat venomously, bringing out his infamous, age old, insult for the occasion, “Y-you care more about that s-sodding cake than you do about your family!” He hollered, cries escaping him with only increasing intensity. “Y-You’d rather screw one of your children th-than your husband; a-am I just not good enough for you?” Arthur sobbed pounding a clenched, angry fist against Francis’s back, then his chest as his husband turned to face him; Francis, at present, was functioning as a barrier between his furious lover and the cake.

           “Arthur. Arthur.” Francis tried to soothe, capturing his lover’s fists one after the other, “My love: none of what you say is true!” He said in his defense, pulling the crying Briton into a tight embrace. “I love you so, so much; you’re the only one for me.” Francis murmured, “And my god- screw Alfred?” Francis echoed before shaking his head, holding Arthur tight, “I would never.” Francis said firmly. “Never, never, never.” he repeated for emphasis. “I love this family and I love you, Arthur.” Francis consoled, pressing a kiss to his love’s forehead. “Why would you think I would want something like that from our children?” Francis asked, looking at his lover questioningly.

           “I saw you flirting with Alfred, a-and the way you were l-looking at him, and how r-red in the face he was just now-- p-probably because of some lecherous, lewd thing you told him.” Arthur spat, sobbing against his husband’s chest when he couldn’t escape the other’s grasp. “J-Just now in the yard.”

           Francis thought for long moment before letting out a chuckle and, before Arthur could berate him with insults again, Francis began explaining himself as well as the situation they were currently in. “Arthur. I was only teasing Alfred; he has a boyfriend now.  I couldn’t help but poke fun at him. I was hugging him and I did kiss his cheek, but, you know you do that too, right? Parents are allowed to, you know.” Francis said, pleased to see that Arthur was listening with his full attention, “And he was only red in the face because I was telling the story of when he was little and thought your garden was going to kill him in front of his new boyfriend.”

           Arthur listened and, despite the fires of suspicion burning in his belly, everything seemed to be adding up as Francis explained away all of his questions and suspicions which were replaced quickly with hot, burning, shame.

           Arthur had accused Francis of flirting with their child with no solid evidence to back it up; Arthur had almost destroyed their family and his marriage with nothing to back it up. This realization fell upon him like an anvil and he cried once more.

       ��   Francis saw the way his lover’s face contorted, regret washing over him and he couldn't help but feel for his husband.

           “I’m sorry, Francis.” He heard Arthur cry into his chest as he buried it there. Francis held him close, bringing a hand up to gently run his fingers through his upset husband’s messy locks.

           “Oooh, my love. It’s okay; all is forgiven.” Francis replied reassuringly, a loving softness to his voice, “You simply did not have all of the pieces for the puzzle and saw the wrong picture, mm?” he hummed, pulling Arthur back to kiss his forehead and wipe at his teary eyes, “I only wish you had said something first before threatening my cake and our lives together.” Francis chided gently, jest present in his tone.

           Silence reigned over the two lovers for a few minutes. During this time Arthur was brought back to composure by his husband’s soft whispers of reassurance and gentle caresses. Arthur sniffled softly, allowing Francis to leave their embrace to retrieve him a tissue, which Arthur accepted gratefully.

           After blowing his nose, Arthur wiped at his now reddened, puffy eyes before looking down at the linoleum of their kitchen floor and muttered quietly, a slight tremble in his voice when he spoke, “I... I’m a bad husband.”

           Upon properly registering the comment, Francis came back into action and pulled his saddened lover into a fresh embrace, “You’re not a bad husband, Arthur.” Francis corrected, rubbing soothing circles along the other’s back. “Do you think I’m a bad husband?” Francis wondered, resting the side of his head against the side of Arthur’s.

           “N-No.” Arthur huffed firmly.

           “Ooooh, but don’t you remember the time that I was certain you were trying to give the children and I food poisoning?” Francis asked, receiving an almost instant response.

           “I-I wasn’t.” Arthur responded, resting his head wearily against the other’s shoulder.

           “And I accused you because I didn’t know the whole story, isn’t that right?” Francis said more than asked, receiving a nod from his partner. Francis nodded as well and continued, “Everyone makes mistakes, Arthur, and we’re not bad people or bad husbands for making them. I forgive you and now everything’s okay.” He said, nudging Arthur’s head out of the crook of his shoulder to give him a proper kiss, “We stay together through all the mistakes and the bad times because we love one another.” Francis said, kissing Arthur once more and caressing his cheek lovingly. “I love you, Arthur.”

           “I-I love you too, Francis.” Arthur responded, his voice weak from shouting.

           The two husbands stood there, embracing one another and giving each other occasional kisses, looking away from each other only when they heard a familiar voice and the door opening.

           “Hey so is he ready to meet the boy...friend.” Alfred began with assurance that quickly tapered off as he caught sight of what could only be his father calming his dad down. Blue eyes locked with his dad’s puffy, green eyes and tear stained cheeks and Alfred panicked.

           “Alfred-” Arthur began, but Alfred was already halfway out the door before he could get a word in.

           Wasting no time in closing the door, Francis and Arthur both heard clearly as their son made a quick retreat across the yard, shouting, “Dad didn’t take it well, Dad didn’t take it well; Ivan we gotta hide you er somethin’!”

           Francis and Arthur watched through the open doorway as their son made a beeline for a very tall man on the other side of the yard giving to him, what appeared to be, a very frazzled and truncated explanation. Despite yet another misunderstanding, Francis let out a laugh.

           “See? Alfred does it too.” Francis said, referencing their recent discussion about acting before having the full story.

           Arthur let out a lighthearted huff and nudged Francis lightly, “You know all that means is that he learned it from us.” Arthur jeered.

           “Well I suppose so.” Francis admitted with a chuckle, “But, I also suppose that that’s fine.” Francis said before pressing a kiss to Arthur’s lips. Arthur smiled, enjoying the kiss while it lasted and letting out a contented breath as it ended.

           Arthur hummed softly as they parted from the kiss, “Mm, boyfriend...?” Arthur wondered, looking to his husband for clarification, at which Francis smiled.            “Aah, that’s right. How would you like to meet Ivan?” Francis wondered, adding after a moment, with a chuckle, “That is, if Alfred hasn’t hidden the boy away by now.”

           “Oh, Alfred wouldn’t be able to hide him from us.” Arthur replied, taking Francis’s hand into his as they approached the door to the front yard. “We’ll meet his boyfriend and then we can all enjoy this birthday cake of his together.” He added.

           “Oh, that’s true. Alfred is a horrible liar.” Francis remarked and pushed Arthur gently, playfully, “He got that from you.”

           Arthur was smiling when he let out a scoff, “I’ll have you know I am an extraordinary liar.”

           “Oh, I suppose you think I don’t remember that ‘surprise birthday party’ of yours that I discovered a week in advance.” Francis retorted, giving the Briton a sideways grin.

           “All, uh, well that was part of the plan.” Arthur tried to say as smoothly as possible as they entered the yard, giving the area a look around, “More importantly...” Arthur murmured while looking for their son, “Alfred where is that boyfriend of yours?” Arthur called out to his son who, at the moment, he could not see, but knew was listening.

           Francis wore a knowing smile as he released Arthur’s hand to, instead, wrap it around his husband’s waist, “I love you.” Francis murmured against his lover’s cheek after pressing a quick kiss against it, adoring the way the man’s cheeks still flushed, even after all the years they’d spent together.

           Arthur looked down, yet he was still unable to hide the joy the simple gesture gave him. “...I’m still sorry.” Arthur said softly after a moment.

           “I still forgive you.” Francis replied easily, smiling warmly at his husband when he dragged his gaze up from the ground to lock eyes with him.

           Arthur returned the smile slowly to the other, saying quietly after a moment, “Could I have a kiss?”

           At this, Francis was grinning, “Oh, you think you need to ask for one?” the Frenchman wondered and, within mere moments, the search for Alfred had ceased, “I think, as a matter of fact, that I might give you two kisses.” Francis hummed after kissing the Briton and before pressing another kiss to the same lips, “Perhaps even three.” Francis added, enjoying the chuckle that bubbled out of Arthur’s throat as he delivered the third kiss.

           “You know, the fifth kiss is an... exceptionally long one.” Francis hummed, giving Arthur a purposeful stare coupled with a mischievous smile; Arthur was quick to match his tempo.

           “Is it?” Arthur questioned with mock innocence, returning the smile after giving the Frenchman a quick peck on the lips, “How long is it?” he whispered, withdrawing his tongue to glide it across his waiting lips.

           “Well, let’s find out.” Francis replied lowly, pulling Arthur close against him and drawing Arthur’s lips into a kiss. This kiss would likely have evolved into something more, had their son not interrupted.

           “Oh god: they’re kissing!” The two fathers heard their boisterous son holler. The two lovers pulled away from each other, smiling despite the interruption.

           “Well, there’s Alfred.” Arthur said, allowing himself to be guided by Francis who took his hand and began the short trek to where their son was.

           “I love you, Arthur.” Francis said, giving him a smile as they both ignored Alfred’s japes.

           “...I love you too, Francis.” Arthur said, caressing his husband’s hand with his thumb.  He enjoyed the feeling of his lover’s hand in his and he said quietly, under his breath, “More than you may ever know...”

           “Hey so this is Ivan.” Arthur registered Alfred say before the introductions began and the worst problem Arthur had faced in months boiled its way down to a simple misunderstanding.

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Youngster III

Sequel to 'Youngster II' Summary: A newly Knighted Sith Warrior learns what it means to take care of somebody...

With a soft and happy look did Sith Lord Qui-Gon Jinn watch how his former apprentice was walking in front of his Padawan. A part of Qui-Gon couldn’t believe what he was seeing. One moment he had taken the young and dirty orphan under his wing and in the next moment the young orphan child had turned into a full Knight of the Dark Side. The pup had become a wolf, who himself had now a new pup running after him, another member for their steadily growing pack. Fondly Qui-Gon watched how Obi-Wan, who looked very regal without his Padawan braid and with a Jedi robe, stopped walking and turned to call for a certain blonde whirlwind, who stopped what he was examining to came running towards the ginger haired man.

“They are a good match,” Dooku stated next to him.

“Indeed, the Force itself has created their bond, it was simply meant to happen.” And thanks to the Force it had all ended well. The Council had deemed Obi-Wan ready to become a Knight, since he singlehandedly defeated a Sith, and they even allowed him to train Anakin Skywalker. It had taken a lot of hours and some frustration on both sides, but in the end the Council had realised that a bond had already formed between Obi-Wan and Anakin and no Jedi was keen on breaking this bond, it was simply something they would not do.

And wasn’t it just ironic that the Sith trial would also count as the Jedi trial? If asked, Qui-Gon would find it highly amusing and he knew that Dooku did too. Only Obi-Wan had shrugged, but then again, his mind was on other matters, or rather on another person, namely the Padawan, who was asking him thousands of questions all at once. The three of them had silently agreed that Anakin was to be trained as a Jedi. Obi-Wan had outright refused to train the boy to become a Sith, arguing that the boy’s greatest dream was to be a Jedi. Dooku had disagreed with him and Qui-Gon, he had taken his former apprentice’s side. He owed him at least that much.

An aggravated sigh brought the long haired man out of his musing and he focused enough to realize that Obi-Wan was standing to his right. Anakin was running ahead, only Force knows what had caught his attention now.

“Please tell me that I was not like this,” Obi-Wan pleaded his former Master.

Dooku and Qui-Gon chuckled. “Don’t worry,” the taller man finally said and he rested a hand on the ginger haired Sith’s shoulder, “you were always a good apprentice... even though you had the tendency to seek out trouble.”

“I did no such thing,” the freshly made Sith Knight replied, his eyes never leaving Anakin’s form, “trouble just had the tendency to find me.”

“I don’t see the difference,” Qui-Gon retorted cheekily, which earned him a mock glare from his young charge. Right this moment, a crash sounded somewhere before them and three pairs of eyes landed on a certain boy, who stood before the sad remains of a sculpture. Unfortunately the three Sith were not the only ones in the hall and angry eyes as well as partly hidden insults rained down on the poor boy, who looked absolutely miserable.

“Apparently I am not the only one,” the ginger haired male replied to the two older males, before turning away from them. “Anakin,” Obi-Wan called out and he took one step forward, shrugging of the taller man’s hand that had still rested on his shoulder. Blue eyes that were glittering with unshed teats settled on his Master’s form.

Qui-Gon’s heart broke and he was about to rebuke all those so-called ‘Jedi Masters’, who scolded a bright boy for such a stupid little accident. Dooku, who apparently had sensed what his former Padawan was about to do, laid a comforting hand on the younger man’s arm and he silently signalled him to let Obi-Wan handle this one.

“Come here Padawan,” the ginger haired man’s voice was gentle, yet fear kept Anakin from moving. It didn’t need the ability to read another being’s thoughts to know that Anakin was afraid of what his Master might do to him, or rather, if he would have to be punished or if he would even have to leave again. “Come here,” Obi-Wan coaxed again and he kneeled down, opening his arms in a silent invitation.

This time the young Padawan learner did not hesitate. He came running straight back to his Master, almost running over a second sculpture, but not caring. He only stopped when he had literally thrown himself into his young Master’s arms, who immediately engulfed him into a tight embrace.

“I’m so sorry Master,” the boy cried and Qui-Gon saw salty tears run down the former slave’s cheeks. He was undoubtedly terrified and truly sorry. “I didn’t mean to... I just wanted to look...”

“Sh, sh, it’s alright young one,” the words came naturally to Obi-Wan. “I know you didn’t. It’s alright.”

“It most certainly is not,” one of the surrounding Jedi Masters suddenly exclaimed. She was looking down at the kneeling pair and an air of arrogance surrounded her form. “Your Padawan,” the last word was said in a mocking manner, “has to learn discipline and restrain. But clearly we cannot expect such a young and inexperienced Knight to know how to properly train a Padawan.”

Qui-Gon balled his hands into fists and Dooku’s grip on his elbow tightened as well. Nobody insulted their little (grand-) son, especially not somebody as pompous as this so called ‘Jedi Master’. To the two Siths’ surprise, Obi-Wan remained utterlycalm. Instead he stood up to his full height. It was not really impressive, especially not with Dooku and Qui-Gon standing behind him, but he was still hovering over the female Jedi. Anakin was still sobbing into his tunic, face buried in the young Sith’s neck.

“That may be so,” Obi-Wan replied in a calm tone. Qui-Gon gaped openly at those words and even Dooku looked dumbstruck for a moment, but only until the next words came out of the young Sith’s mouth. “But I am rather a young and inexperienced Knight – who has slain a Sith just so you know – than being an old experienced Jedi Master, who apparently has forgotten what it means to be young and reckless and curious about the world. It’s quite sad actually, that you seem to have forgotten the joy of learning and discovering new aspects of life. That you stumble and fall... and sometimes even break things on the way, is just a process of learning. And if you remember this, then maybe, just maybe, I’ll take your critique a little bit more serious. Besides, it is not the Jedi way to be attached to anything or to own such trivial things.”

The humanoid Jedi Master was gaping openly after Obi-Wan had finished his little speech. She reminded Qui-Gon a lot of a stranded fish. At some point during his Master’s speech, Anakin had realized that Obi-Wan would not cast him aside and he would not be punished. He had stopped crying then, even though his face remained buried in the older male’s neck. Obi-Wan’s natural odour and his Force presence were the blonde Padawan’s anchor and he knew he was save and well loved. He had never felt this way with another being – except his mother of course – before.

“Well said, this was,” Yoda’s voice cut. The three Sith turned around in shock, but they were not the only ones, who had not noticed the green troll approaching.

“Indeed,” Mace Windu agreed. He was stepping towards the green Jedi’s right.

Yoda hummed, “Never liked that sculpture, made me look old.” A few Masters, mostly those who had not said a word against Anakin’s accident, chuckled. It was true that the sculpture, a statue of the green and wise Jedi Master, was not well liked. It had once been a gift from a wealthy and very grateful friend of the Order. “Replaced it can be... perhaps by something self-crafted,” the Master’s eyes were sparking strangely and Obi-Wan immediately caught the hidden message.

The green Master was very much aware of his artistic talent, even though Obi-Wan rarely had time for it. It had become something like a hobby, ever since he had accidently taken a class in ‘Art and Crafting’, Qui-Gon had been very pleased.

“It would be my honour, my Master.” The Sith in Jedi disguise replied dutifully and he shot his former Master an amused look that was immediately returned.

Yoda hummed satisfied and he hoppled away with Mace Windu right behind him. The other Masters were slowly getting back to what they had been doing previously as well.

“Master?” Anakin’s small voice broke the comfortable silence.

“Yes my Padawan?”

“Can I... can I help you? Replacing the statue I mean...” Obi-Wan rested his chin on blonde locks.

“Of course you can... I am proud of you for suggesting this on your own.” Obi-Wan replied gently. It was true that he was not really behaving like a proper Jedi Master would, but then again, he wasn’t and Anakin was a special boy as well.

“I am truly sorry...” the boy hastily replied. It seemed as if he hadn’t completely overcome his fear yet.

“I know you are and I know you didn’t mean to destroy it. You just have to learn to be more careful... don’t worry, I’ll teach you how to be. I am going to make you into a great Jedi.” Obi-Wan promised and he slightly pulled away to look into a tear stained face. The young Sith automatically reached up and wiped the stains away with his thumb.

“Thank you,” new tears were already forming, but they didn’t fall this time. Instead, the young child wrapped his arms around his Master’ neck and quickly pecked the older man’s cheek, before hiding his face in the other’s neck again. “Love you Master...”

Obi-Wan’s expression was extremely comically after those three words. His eyes were wide in surprise and he had to blink a few times before he understood what had just transpired. But eventually he had regained his composure again and with a quick kiss on blonde locks and a whispered, “And I love you, young one,” everything was alright again.

Qui-Gon ruefully looked at his son, who had become something like a father himself. He would miss the time they spent together, fully knowing that Anakin would require most of the ginger haired man’s attention and time from now on. Of course that did not mean that he and Dooku would be completely pushed out of the new team’s life, but it still hurt just a little bit. He briefly wondered if Dooku had felt the same way when he had taken on his first Padawan and a quick glance towards the older male told him all he needed to know. Suddenly the long haired Sith could not help himself but to wrap an arm around both his heirs and the other around Dooku’s shoulders, pulling the older man close. With an exaggerated sigh, Dooku succumbed to his fate and joined his line.

They were a family, probably the strangest family in the whole galaxy, but they were content this way. Obi-Wan was very much aware of the ‘burden’ and the responsibilities that had been placed on his shoulders. He was very much aware that there would undoubtedly be countless of sleepless nights, days full of stress and worry, but also days of joy and pride ahead of him. He knew that he would need to be father, brother, mentor, friend, healer and everything else that Anakin needed him to be. It would be a long and hard way, but he was determined and he would not trade his Padawan with anything in the whole galaxy, for he knew that it would be worth everything he would have to face. Even if that meant that he had to remind certain Jedi Masters of their places. Even if that meant that he had to do a few ‘unjedi’ like things to free a certain strong minded woman from slavery and to make sure she was taken care of. Thankfully Padme had agreed to his crazy plan. Anakin would be very pleased... if he would be pleased to hear that he soon had a step-father and step-siblings remained yet to be seen. But at least Shmi Skywalker was freed, that was all that counted to Obi-Wan this moment. And he was sure Anakin would agree.

Meanwhile Dooku was just content with following his own former Padawan’s advice, enjoying the moment and living in the here and now. It was not he, who had taken on a student and it was not HIS apprentice who had taken a step towards adulthood. He had that already behind him, thank you very much. Still, he would be there if Obi-Wan or Qui-Gon needed his help and guidance. That much was clear, to all of them. There was just no way he would abandon his line.

Anakin on the other hand was not bothered by anything right now. He was still not over the shock of being a Padawan, in the middle of his journey to become the best Jedi the galaxy had ever seen. He had promised his mother as much. He was just glad to have a Master as Obi-Wan. He had thought Qui-Gon would become his Master at first, but now he was glad that it was the ginger haired Jedi. He was not as intimidating as the taller male, even though the way he had talked with that mean lady had been very impressive. Burying himself deeper in his Master’s warmth, Anakin was happy to be alive, perhaps for the first time in his relatively short life.

The long haired Sith’s mood was slightly clouded. Despite the rightness Qui-Gon felt for their current situation, he could not help but shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen in their near future. He could not quite make out what it was, he only knew that it was something dark and he got the feeling that it would break their little family apart, even if it was only temporarily. Needless to say, he did not want this to happen and he swore, then and there, that he would to anything to protect his loved ones and that included the new addition to their family. Anakin might not become a Sith, but he still belonged to Qui-Gon’s line. He was a part of Obi-Wan and therefore a part of the long haired Sith. He knew Dooku thought the same. Still, the feeling remained... but only time could tell what they would have to face. For now however, he wanted to enjoy the present and not dwell too much on the possible future. Because for now he had a former apprentice to take care of, who would need his advice and his helping hand; at least once in a while.