#still haven't found a nickname I like him calling me quite yet

[bunnys-kisses]

Hi bunny!! I love love love your bakery theme and your writing, so well put together!!

I was wondering that if you wrote for Logan if you could do banana and chocolate muffins with a side of on the house. I think logie needs some love ya know

bakery menu

want to suggest your own items? then look at the menu, and pick out something you'd like! this request caught my eye because i haven't actually written logan yet! he isn't one that comes up a lot, so i was happy to see it! for this one i thought about a mafia au for it! so i hope you like it, thank you for ordering!!

banana and chocolate muffins ("i'm only doing this because you need to learn how to behave, rules are rules, and you need to follow them.") + on the house (choice: mafia au) served by logan sargeant (formula one)!

cw: smut/pwp, mafia au, mafia boss!reader, bodyguard!logan, dom!reader, sub!logan, nicknames (puppy), cowgirl position

"sargeant, huh." you said as you tapped him on the forehead, you giggled a little, "more like puppy."

you watched logan swallow as he shifted on his feet. he had to keep his composure, his job was to protect the current mafia boss. he couldn't lose focus, even if the woman he was made to protect was the only calling him puppy.

he had never been called a puppy before, always thought of himself as a german shepherd or a rottweiler. but to be a puppy made something stir in his gut.

he held his head high as he said, "thank you, ma'am."

you didn't believe that you needed a full time bodyguard. you had been trained by your father since a young age on how to protect yourself. you knew howto handle weapons and how to create weapons out of day-to-day objects.

a lot of damage could be done with a pair of heels.

but your retired father still worried about his only child and promised to hire a 'shadow', someone who would protect but, not be overbearing and in the way. that put your mind to ease, you knew that 'shadows' were quite helpful.

you saw leclerc's guard, a strong dutchman with gleaming blue eyes. but, you got an american. who was all smiles and niceties. it made you worry that he was actually a double agent.

he liked to hug, his laugh was rather loud and he often forgot to take his shoes off at the door. but, he kept you safe. so you couldn't be mad for long (except for the shoes thing, that you had to train out of him).

"he sucks as a shadow, father." you said after the first month with him.

your old man chuckled as he sipped his hard liquor. he cleaned back in the expensive desk chair and said, "honey. does he do his job well?"

your father meant protecting you from anyone out to harm you. but, you found another purpose for mister sargeant.

he was naked in your large bed and you were laid beside him. your hands roamed his body as you kissed at his strong jaw. he'd let out soft noises as his cock twitched in his briefs.

"who's my pretty puppy?" you asked, "you did so good today." you giggled, "i know you're not a big fan of charlie or lewey, but you did so good while i talked to them." you pinched his cheeks.

you didn't know if logan disliked leclerc or hamilton because at any moment the house of cards of your alliances but collapse. or because leclerc and hamilton liked to mess with you. like when hamilton pulled you close to see if you liked the new cologne he wore. or when leclerc curled a strand of hair around his nimble fingers and asked when you got that new haircut.

when logan shot daggers at them, the other's bodyguards were glaring at him. regardless, you had a good night.

"thank you, ma'am." he said, flowering at your touch. you smiled down at him as you continued to pepper his face with kisses. you held his face while his rough fingers brushed across your side.

"always so good to me. did you know that, puppy? that you're just such a big strong man, my precious bodyguard." you smiled before you kissed him some more.

his precum was staining the front of the briefs he wore. he loved your touches on him, it was like being touched by the sun. you kissed him a few more times because before you got up on his waist.

you sat on his toned stomach before you pulled down his briefs as a weird angle. you felt a thrill run through you as logan helped you taking them off.

you moved down until you were rested on his thighs and slowly stroked his cock. you maintained eye contact, "who's my good puppy?"

he swallowed as pleasure burned in his brain, "i am, ma'am." he wanted to grip your hips but you were control.

because of course you were.

you patted his face before you placed both hands on either side of him and sank down on his cock with ease. it always felt like a perfect fit. his pretty and fat cock, always made your mouth water.

you leaned over him, getting you get access to the sight of your breasts. he kissed at the flesh as you rode him. you held your tongue when you felt his lips on your nipples. it left a shiver through your body.

"shit, logan."

"mmm, ma'am. please." he gasped before he went back to kissing at your chest. your body moved beautifully on top of him.

"such a pretty boy. i can't believe you were supposed to be my shadow. you turn heads wherever we go." you laughed as you picked up the pace.

"can't help it ma'am, but i'm only overshadowed by your beauty." he panted as he finally reached for your hips and clutched onto your hips. he felt the curl of pleasure in his gut as you moved.

you leaned in to kiss him once more. he really was a beautfiul sight to behold. those pretty pink lips parted, his chest heaving with heavy pants. so take your bodyguard together piece by piece.

but what laid underneath was beautiful. you continued to move your hip, you held onto him by the chest as you moved up and down. his cock never slipped out of you as you kept your movements steady.

"you're too pretty to be a bodyguard. i don't want that silly face of yours to get all messed up."

"thank you, ma'am." he said as he held onto you, but didn't change your pace. but he knew he wouldn't last long regardless, he felt the circulation of pleasure in his body.

his head felt unfocused as his cock pressed against the softest parts of you. he really want fucking one of the most powerful women in earth. the thrill made him shudder.

you could have him killed, but yet he was under you while you rode him. you were his puppy. you kissed him once more on the mouth and went as fast as you could.

he whined loudly at the intense feeling, but was silenced by another hot kiss. you loved a whiny puppy as much as the next person, but you wanted your man quiet.

"pretty boy." you cooed.

he came with a loud groan and almost covered his face. but, you suddenly pinned his wrists down. you leaned over him and smiled a little. you panted heavily before you pulled him into a searing kiss.

you get your hips a few more thrusts before you came around his cock. you panted and slowed down to a stop. you wiped the sweat off your brow before you leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

he laid there as a sweaty mess, he was very pretty under you. his blond hair stuck up in different angles and his cheeks were flushed. you rubbed his toned chest and chuckled.

you gave him another kiss, "how was that, my puppy?"

he nodded, "perfect, ma'am. thank you." he took you by the hips and rolled you onto your side. he snuggled behind you and gave you small kissed behind your ear.

you rubbed his arm that was around you as you both settled down from the high of sex. it felt nice, to be held. you could defend yourself if you so desired, but if having logan play bodyguard during the day and lover at night, then you'd keep him around. <3

[trina864]

Try | J.JK

Summery: The infamous playboy tries to ask you, the good girl, on a date. Paring: Playboy! Jungkook x GoodGirl! Reader Genre: Fanfiction, Romance | Fluff, Angst? Word Count: 1 k Warnings: kissing, mentions of loneliness, Jungkook is a mild playboy. But seriously this one is pretty soft.

"No thank you." You said, your head buried in the book which sat comfortably in your hands.

"Come on, good girl, one date." Jungkook asked again, with the same cocky smile as he was bound to keep, the nickname he was fixed on calling you by, only further annoyed you.

"Not interested." You said again with the same voice still not looking at Jungkook. This annoyed him further, he wasn't used to this, being turned down wasn't in his vocabulary. Yet you seemed to be dedicated to exactly that.

When in anger Jungkook could hardly control himself, maybe that was the explanation to why he took the book from your hands and threw it to the floor successfully ripping a few pages out - not a very good explanation though.

Jungkook didn't mean anything with it, he only wanted your attention - funny enough, when thinking about how you two were like north and south. But when he saw the look on your face as you looked down at your favorite book torn in the old and worn pages, he knew he had fucked up.

How many times haven't you turned these pages with the most careful fingers and a mug of tea placed besides you? The answer was many times.

You had to take a deep breath to compose yourself before you looked up at Jungkook. "As you yourself called me I'm a 'good girl' right? Let's say I went out with you, I had sex with you, and then you became uninterested in me and found someone else as you always do, and I, the good girl, would still be thinking about you while you wouldn't spare me a second thought. Do you really think I want that? That I want to fall in love with you only to be thrown away?" You said.

It scared Jungkook how you kept composed in front of him like this when he saw angry tears in your eyes just two seconds ago - not a twist on your eyebrows or a break in your voice, just you who calmly explained your thoughts to him.

"And what makes you think you would fall in love with me?" Jungkook asked in the quietest of voices you had ever heard from him.

"Everyone can fall in love with anyone, if you try hard enough Jeon." You said and gathered the destroyed book from the floor together with the rest of your things. "I always try my hardest, Jeon." You said before you walked away.

"I can't." Jungkook whispered behind you thinking you wouldn't hear. You stopped with your back still facing Jungkook.

"Yes you can, you're just too scared to try." You whispered back and walked away.

The next couple of days you didn't see Jeon. Somewhere inside you it disappointed you that he actually gave up, especially because he had once promised you he wouldn't ever give up.

He had been going around you for quite some time keeping you company and even reading with you. You thought he was serious with you, but apparently you were wrong.

Jungkook had always been a tough nut to crack, he kept his emotions to himself and shared his talents with the world. But with the observant eyes you had, you had him all figured out.

He always had to be center for attention, a new girl on his arm every other day, and a reputation everyone knew, yet when no one looked Jungkook often had gloom in his eyes, a lonely blank stare, he would often watch over his latest girl for a day or two to see how she was holding up.

Jungkook was simply lonely.

After school you walked to the bus station with your backpack heavy from the dripping rain. Before you reached even halfway though, you heard the familiar sound of a bike behind you.

When you turned you saw Jungkook step off his motorbike and run towards you with a helmet holding it out to you.

"Just take it Y/N, the bus is coming in thirty minutes and with no shelter you'll catch a cold, at least let me get you home before you catch a cold." He said and gave you the helmet which you accepted after some consideration.

On the ride you could feel Jungkook breathe heavily with your hands wrapped around his torso. This wasn't the first ride you have had on his bike, but it felt just as good as it did the first time.

When you were home and about to walk into the house for cover Jungkook grabbed your wrist and turned you around. He held eye-contact with you before handing over a blue tote bag, "I'm sorry I destroyed your old one, I- I really didn't mean to do that Y/N. I've spent the last couple days searching for this, it's a first edition with a signature from the author, I found out my dad was friends with them." He explained.

Both of you were drenched in the unforgivable weather yet no one moved to a dry place. You gulped looking down at the bag in your hands. You knew it was the book he had destroyed. No one had ever cared this much, not as much as Jungkook.

No one you knew off would ever take the time to get a first edition of a book if it wasn't for love.

"Y'know, You said you can't fall in love because you don't try hard enough... but I think you're doing pretty amazing with the tries." You said looking into his ebony colored eyes.

Jungkook couldn't help his hand wandering up to your cheek filled with sticking hair and raindrops. How could you always find the perfect words?

"I wanna try, for you." He said and pulled you down to him in a sweet kiss which you accepted. His hands held your jaw to angle you right, yours were grabbing into his wet hair. Lips dancing against each other you smiled forgetting all about the book, the rain and your parents who were probably watching from the kitchen window.

There by Jungkooks motorbike it was only you and him frozen in a moment where everything was perfect.

Breaking the kiss with a giggle you whispered against his lips, "You don't have to try anymore, Jungkook."

[amelee23]

Ally | Optional Bias

Pairing: Optional Male Bias x Female Reader (but! the characters are drinking whiskey so both the bias and the reader must be of legal drinking age.)

Genre: Fluff, slightly suggestive (?)

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, Sharing whiskey from mouth to mouth, french kissing, they're way too in love with each other and everything is super poetically dramatic, they're super supporting and praise each other a lot, reader has nasty coworkers, nicknames like warrioress, queen, love, darling

Word count: 1.579

A/N: This was Kihyun brainrot (Monsta X) but I wrote it as optional bias so that everyone can enjoy it :) Let me know who you imagined in the story!

Light invaded the apartment as soon as the switch was hit. Throwing his suit jacket on the back of the couch, your man pulled his tie loose while heading straight to his high cupboard in the back of the kitchen. That's where he kept the whiskey.

"I wonder if they ever get tired of being so goddamn fake." Your anger was still aparent, turning your words cold and harsh.

"I cannot understand where people's priorities lie, honestly." He backed you up, his voice on the verge of achieving calmness, but not quite there yet. He was still irritated, and the two clear glasses clinked as he set them down on the low height table next to the couch. He opened the whiskey bottle and poured himself a shot, straight. A tiny sip was all it took for him to sigh, a hand running through his hair and leaving it messy on his forehead.

You were finally faced with such a great opportunity - you and your boyfriend had the opening to collaborate on a work project, putting your talents to great use and his just as much. It was something that left both of you sparkling with joy and excitement, but we all know life has it's ways to mess things up. Now you're sitting in his kitchen, angry and exhasperated because your workmates seem to be sabotaging you. Insulting your ideas, finding inexistent flaws in your work ethic and twisting your words until you were about to commit murder if your boyfriend didn't stop you. You've been mumbling, scheming with him the whole night, planning ahead of how to take the project back into your hands properly. He agreed with your every word, anger and stress consuming him just as much. He invited you to his place so that you two could unwind after the events and try to distract yourselves. Many people called you crazy, considering that you haven't dated him long, just a few months - but no man has ever made you feel this supported, this heard before. You went from friends to lovers specifically because you've never felt such a strong trust bond with anyone, and even if it turned out to doom you later - he felt worth the risk. That's what your heart said, damned be your mind.

You took a deep breath. It's okay, it's going to be okay. You're gonna make it through, gonna put things back on track. You believed in your power and his combined - the cruel ocean and the unstoppable wind mashing together in a tsunami, ready to swallow and drown any opposing structures.

Once your eyes landed on his, you couldn't part them. He was so raw, so disheveled, in the dim light coming all the way from the kitchen. His tie was barely hanging on to the white collar dress shirt, the first button undone to let the chill creep to his chest. One knee was risen on the couch, his wrist resting on it, fingers round his whiskey glass. He wasn't paying attention to you, looking down at the floor, seemingly lost in thought. Absentmindedly, he raised the glass to his lips to take a sip, and that's when his eyes flicked up and found your shape across the room. He gulped shortly and smiled, his face warming up despite the piercing cold glare he had in his eyes seconds ago.

"I'm sorry, darling." He cooed sweetly. "Should I have poured you a glass too?" You smiled back at him, taking the necessary steps to reach him.

"No, yours will do." He rose an eyebrow at your answer, but the warmth never left his face. He was awfully curious, though. "Keep your mouth open." You told him, grabbing the whiskey glass from in between his legs. He had a questioning look on now, as he watched your every movement.

You took a large amount of whiskey in your mouth then laid the glass back on the table. It sure packed a punch, its sweet taste almost nauseating, you could feel the burn even if you never swallowed. You kept the whiskey in your mouth as you crawled over him - he helped you settle in his lap, your form towering over his, your lips just above his. Playful, his tongue darted to lick your lips, before he slightly parted his and allowed you to the same, the whiskey slipping into his mouth drop by drop. He moaned, and it was as if he was calling upon the angels, in such a sinful situation. The whiskey burned his tongue, his throat, as he swallowed against your mouth, and you did the same. It was strong, too strong, intoxicating you much more than a normal drink should; and it wasn't the alcohol's fault. You both wanted more, searching for remnants of that sweet taste on each other's tongues. But it wasn't rough or rushed, no, you somehow still had the patience to be slow and sensual, your taste buds both burning and exploding. Gently, you kissed the drop of liquid that escaped the corner of his lips, before it became burdensome due to stickiness. 

"Your kisses burn my throat, darling." He mused poetically, his eyes dazed but trying his best to look into your eyes, like he was hanging on the edge.

Something sparked inside of you, and suddenly your fingers were holding his face, the side of his neck, anything they could to pull him closer to your mouth, kissing him, but not gently. No, not anymore - now you were hungry, there was a fire in your soul, an ache only he could fix. He was hanging onto you for dear life, his fingers grasping at your hips. He wanted to pull you closer, but was there even a closer to pull you into? You were already living inside him, his mind, his heart, his soul. And god, he loved it when you ravished him, those moments when he forgets he wasn't yours ever since time began to exist. Because it feels right, it feels like that's actually how it is, how it always has been. He's yours.

You had no more air in you lungs when you pulled away, but you were both so happy. So, so happy to just breathe, foreheads glued to each other, warmth traveling every ounce of your bodies.

"I want this to last forever." He whispered to you, his lips moving close to your cheek, his breath tickling you.

"Sharing whiskey in the dim light?" You joked innocently, tipping his chin up with a finger, so he'd look straight into your eyes. Those eyes, they will be the end of him from the way they bewitch him.

"As much as I'd love to be drunk on you forever, no." He replied to your joke, a smirk creeping on both your faces. "This intensity. This alliance." He gave you the real answer, but this time he was quite solemn. "I never thought I'd ever feel so safe with another human being." It's like he's reading your mind. For a second, you ponder if you are even separate being to begin with. You were so eager to tell him you feel the exact same, but he kept talking and you didn't want to interrupt him. "God, I feel like I can win any goddamn fight life throws at me with you by my side." You caressed his face with your thumb, gifting him a look that could only be described as pure love. "And I'll be damned if I don't help you win every fight as well."

"You'll fight for me?" He hummed in response at your quiet voice, closing his eyes in delight at your gentle touches. But then, he reached out to also hold your face in his hands. You were a mess of tangled arms, but the moment was sincere.

"My love, my warrioress, my queen, you're so powerful."

It's not that you were going to argue, but part of it was also because of him. He was empowering you, the was giving wind behind your wings on a daily. You've been more powerful, invincible even, since he showed up in your life.

"I am?" You cooed, and he answered in a single breath, without thinking.

"Yes."

"How powerful?" You asked, a glint of mischief in your eyes. You were getting a little cocky from the praise, but he wasn't bothered. He pondered for a second, in search of the right words, but the smile he wore was fond.

"So powerful that anyone would have to be crazy to cross you." You laughed, memories of the messy evening flooding back to you. Maybe you were a little too harsh on your colleagues. Maybe. "So powerful that every day I yearn to become stronger and better myself, so that I can stand next to you as an ally and be deserving of your love and effort."

"You deserve it all, my love." You reassured him, caressing him, pecking his face softly.

"I want to be your ally forever." He repeated, and you nodded.

"Me too. I'd love that." He softly pulled you into his chest, and you melted in between his arms, your ears getting closer to the sound of his heartbeat, the melody of his love beating for you. He held you so close, so dear, and the safety of your presence allowed him to close his eyes, and behind his eyelids he dreamt of forever.

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[nubimera]

Even more headcanon about Gavin and Sibling!Reader

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: It's just all the headcanons that I didn't use in the last post but this time they're mostly domestic

Warnings: Mostly GN!Reader

Mild implied Connor x Reader and Reed900

Terrible English because it's not my first language

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• As I mentioned before Gavin and Reader have about a 10 year gap between them. That means the Reed house is filled with photos of Emo Teen!Gavin with toddler!Reader

• Gavin's favorite photo is a Polaroid of him and Reader napping together on the sofa when Reader was around 2 year old. He keeps it in his wallet, and the only person who has ever seen it is Tina

• Gavin used to call baby sibling "Pumpkin" The nickname has stuck, and he has no problem using it even at work

• At one point Connor also tried to use "Pumpkin" and Gavin almost punch him.

• Now Connor uses "любимая"(darling) or "жизнь моя"(my life) for Reader, and Gavin regrets every day that he didn't let him use pumpkin

• Hank however prefers "Dude" or "Asshole" for Gavin, and "Kiddo" for Reader. Plain and classic

• He kinda start getting used to it after Nines also started using Russian in their private conversations

• Connor learned to speak Russian on his third day at DPD after hearing Reader and Gavin talking to each other. Gavin was so pissed off when he found out Tincan and Pumpkin were speaking Russian to each other. Basically because it was something between sibling and mama Reed

• Although Mama Reed is an Orthodox Christian, she and Papa Reed have never pushed their children to choose which religion to practice. As a result, Gavin is an atheist, but still enjoys Orthodox celebrations (if papa Reed was of a religion other than Orthodox Christian, Gavin and Reader continue to celebrate their father's religious holidays as well)

• Gavin is a cat dad, and I think that's a proven fact. Nonetheless I think he inherited his love for cats from his mother

• Continuing to talk about Mama Reed: she is Slavic. That means no shoes in the house. Reader and Gavin still using the "no shoes" policy in their respective homes

• "So what's it like being Reader's brother?"

" Once i asked them for a glass of water while they was mad at me and they brought me a glass of ice and said "Wait"."

• Much of Reader's childhood clothing was originally Gavin's. It doesn't matter if Reader is Afab or Amab. Do the clothes fit and are they in good condition? Great, Reader is gonna use it. Even now, Reader occasionally uses Gavin's clothes. Mainly hoodies or sweatpants that Gavin wears in his teens

• Nines would like to use some of Gav's clothes as well, but unfortunately many are too small, as Gavin is shorter than him

• Nines and Reader adore eachother. They are practically bestie. Reader likes to refer to Nines as "my own Tina". I guess they bonding over both being the younger, smarter, nicer and better looking siblings in their respective families

• Also it is Reader who originally introduced Gavin and Nines. They became work partners just a few days later

"I just wanted to say i just got you a boyfriend."

"I'M NOT GAY I DON'T WANT A BOYFRIEND!"

• However Reed900 and Connor x Reader is pretty much the same pair in different fonts. Connor and Gavin haven't realized it yet or pretend not to notice, while Nines and Reader find it hilarious

• If you ask me they are both Sun x Moon, Loud introvert x Quiet extrovert, Taller simp husband x Shorter Reed

For me the only differences is that one is friends to lovers and the other is enemies AND friends AND lovers

• Gavin and Reader go to Target every Friday after their shift at the department. Normally to grab something for dinner and buy things they don't really need. Lately Nines decided to join too, and every time he goes there he promptly buys a new decorative pillow. Now Gavin gets nauseous every time he sees a new pillow but doesn't know how to say no to his boyfriend

• In 2042, Gavin and Nines adopt two children. Hank was initially quite uncomfortable around the kids, not being used to interacting with them anymore. Connor, on the other hand, has a baby fever since the first moment he met his nephews. He told Reader about it, who is still around their mid/late twenties and don't feel ready at the moment, so they compromised by getting a dog and a cat

• Anyway Connor cried when he found out that his nephews' favorite uncle isn't him, but it's Sixty

• In general now the relationship between Connor, Nines and Sixty vaguely resembles that between Bandit, Stripe and Radley from Bluey. You decide who is who

• I love to think Connor and Gavin have a truce around Reader and Nines, but whenever they aren't around they call each other names

• However over time they have grown fond of each other, and they look after eachother. Somehow they ended up being a family, so they might as well try to get along

• I mean, sometimes a family consists of a Russian widow, her two wild children, a grumpy dad and three androids

[kookieyukii]

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𝐃 𝐄 𝐀 𝐓 𝐇

“𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.”

Author’s Note: Hello! I've been eager to roleplay with this OC for quite a while, but haven't found any takers yet. 😖😖 I'm really excited about bringing this character to life and exploring new adventures. If you're interested in roleplaying with me, please feel free to PM me. We can brainstorm together and come up with a unique and engaging plot that we both enjoy. Just a heads up, I only do BxG scenarios for this OC. I look forward to hearing from you and creating something amazing together!

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 | 𝑎𝑧𝑟𝑎𝑒𝑙

Azrael, Arabic ʿIzrāʾīl or ʿAzrāʾīl, in Islam, the angel of death who separates souls from their bodies; In his independent form, the Angel of Death is a fallen angel or demon, associated with Satan and the devil. He’s interested only in fulfilling his own initiative, rather than the will of God. He’s a type of supernatural being, and he represents demonic forces on Earth. Azrael stands with one foot in Heaven and the other on the bridge that divides Heaven and Hell.

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 | 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ／𝐺𝑟𝑖𝑚 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟 ／𝐴𝑧

"Azrael, the angel of death with a sense of humor, has quite the reputation in the celestial realm. You see, he’s a bit of a name-dropper. In fact, his nicknames were not bestowed upon him by divine decree but rather by us humans down here on Earth. You can thank your lucky stars that, whenever someone bit the dust, they’d simply call it “Death.” But then came the Black Plague, and Azrael overheard folks referring to him as the “Grim Reaper.”

Well, that really tickled his nonexistent funny bone. Now, Azrael isn’t one to let a catchy nickname go to waste. He decided to adopt these monikers with pride. He claims it’s all about branding, and he’s not wrong. After all, who wouldn’t want to be known as the Grim Reaper or Death? He’s like the rockstar of the afterlife, and he’s got the coolest stage name in the celestial lineup. Azrael takes this fame stuff seriously, too. He considers himself a bona fide celebrity. I mean, let’s face it, everyone knows him, whether they like it or not. And every time clock strikes midnight, he’s there, making an entrance like no other. So, whether you’re a fan of his or not, you can’t deny that Azrael has a flair for the dramatic, and he’s not afraid to embrace his reputation as the ultimate, uh, life-changer."

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 | 8000 B.C

"Well, gather ‘round, folks, because we’ve got a scoop on Death’s origin story that’s as old as, well, time itself! Believe it or not, some legends claim that Death wasn’t always the all-powerful deity we know today. Nope, he started as a regular old human being. You heard me right, Death used to be just another guy with a pulse.

Picture this: Death, the original man of mystery, was born in a small village way back in 8000 B.C. Yep, that’s so long ago even his birth certificate probably disintegrated ages ago. Now, this tiny village had one claim to fame, and that was a colossal tree they affectionately called “Rowan.” You know, like the “tree of life” kind of deal.

Now, isn’t it just the quirkiest twist of fate that Azrael, who would later become the infamous bringer of death, grew up right under the “tree of life”? It’s like living next door to a bakery and turning into a fitness guru. Life has a sense of humor, doesn’t it? So, there you have it, the incredible tale of how Death, the God of... well, death, came to be from humble beginnings in a village with a slightly ironic tree name."

𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘 | 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆, 𝒉𝒆/𝒉𝒊𝒎

"Azrael, our eternal angel of death, was born as a male, and guess what, he’s still keeping it real in the male department. He’s not particularly picky about pronouns, but here are the ones he’s cool with: He, Him, His, They, Them, Theirs. You know, just to keep it flexible for all those souls he’s escorting to the great beyond. Options, people, options!

But here’s the golden rule if you ever find yourself in a celestial tête-à-tête with Azrael: never, and I mean NEVER, call him an “it.” Oh boy, that’s a surefire way to make the angel of death cringe. It’s like a dagger through his immaterial heart! So, let’s do him a solid and stick to the pronouns he prefers, shall we? After all, even the bringer of doom deserves a little linguistic respect."

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒 | 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧

"Ah, the mystery of Azrael’s nationality and ethnicity, or as I like to call it, the cosmic enigma of “Where in the Universe is Azrael From?” You see, folks, it’s a real head-scratcher because this guy has been around since the beginning of time. Yeah, wrap your head around that one!

He’s like the ultimate time traveler, and he forgot to bring his passport or leave a note with his hometown coordinates. So, naturally, scholars and celestial detectives have been stumped for millennia. Maybe he’s from a place that predates borders and citizenships – you know, like the original “no man’s land.”

In any case, the next time you’re in a pub quiz and someone asks about Azrael’s nationality, just chuckle and say, “Well, he’s a universal citizen, born before borders were cool!” It’s a guaranteed conversation starter, trust me."

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 |

Azrael, the imposing figure that he was, stood tall at a towering 6 feet and 7 inches, or a more precise 200.66 centimeters if you’re into that level of accuracy. His physique could be best described as mesomorphic, or in simpler terms, he had a body that had clearly seen its fair share of workouts and gym sessions.

He sported an athletic build that seemed almost comically well-maintained, considering his otherworldly occupation. Despite his extraordinary height, Azrael’s weight was a mere 140 pounds, a detail that might prompt a few jokes among his celestial peers. It was as if he had walked straight out of an otherworldly bodybuilding competition, with biceps that could probably bench press a small car, and a chest that looked like it could double as a battering ram.

All this, combined with his ominous hooded cloak and scythe, made one wonder if Death had secretly been moonlighting as a fitness instructor in the afterlife – “Death by Dumbbells” perhaps.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 | 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜

Death’s aesthetic is a curious blend that resides somewhere between the realms of gothic, grunge, and dark academia, though if you were to mention this to him, he might raise a nonchalant skeletal eyebrow. He seems to relish in creating his own unique, macabre style.

His wardrobe could be described as a collection of attire for the eternally moody. His favorite colors appear to be “midnight black,” “dusky charcoal,” and “ominous obsidian.” His tattered cloak, reminiscent of a rock star’s stage attire after an electrifying performance, flutters dramatically as if it’s auditioning for a role in a Shakespearean tragedy. And that hood? Well, it adds that touch of enigma that all the coolest dark figures seem to have.

But don’t be fooled; beneath the shadows and cloak, Death has a sense of style, and he’s particular about it. His scythe is no ordinary garden tool; it’s the accessory of choice for someone who’s serious about their work.

In a strange and humorously paradoxical way, Death seems to be the fashion icon of the afterlife, rocking the “dying is the new living” look with an air of timelessness.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 | 10/10

Ah, Azrael, the God of Death himself! Let’s talk about his physical prowess, but tread lightly – he’s been around for so long that asking his age is a bit like asking the universe for its Social Security number.

Trust me; you don’t want to go there. Physically, Azrael is no slouch, and that’s not surprising considering he’s been in the death business for a cool billion years. I mean, just imagine all those souls he’s had to lift and escort to the great beyond. No wonder he’s built like a cosmic bodybuilder.

He probably bench-presses galaxies during his cosmic workouts. And let’s not forget, he’s been around since the beginning of time, so his personal gym routine probably predates even the concept of gyms. Pilates with primordial forces, anyone? But do be careful when you bring up his age; he’s rather sensitive about it.

After all, when you’ve seen stars being born and die, you tend to want to keep some things under wraps. So, next time you’re chatting with Azrael, maybe steer the conversation away from age and stick to safer topics, like, “What’s your favorite celestial body part to work out?” Wink wink

𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 | 5/10

You’d think he has it all together with his cosmic job title, but let’s not forget that even divine entities can have their share of mental meltdowns. After all, he’s been on the job for a billion years, and that’s a lot of lifetimes to witness.

Imagine watching countless rom-coms where love triumphs, only to escort the lovers to the afterlife moments later. That’s like crying your heart out at a movie and then having to clean up the popcorn. No wonder he’s had a few existential crisis moments.

And don’t get him started on the dinosaurs; he still hasn’t forgiven that asteroid. It’s not easy being the one who has to keep the cosmic balance while the universe serves up its daily dose of chaos and calamity.

So, yeah, his mental health isn’t exactly tip-top, but can you blame the guy? I mean, he’s practically the universe’s eternal therapist, and he probably needs a session or two himself. But, hey, at least he’s got a dark sense of humor to keep him going. After all, when your job involves dealing with the ultimate end, a good laugh is like cosmic therapy, right?

𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞

Allergies? Please, he’s practically allergic to nothing. It’s no surprise when you’re the harbinger of life’s final curtain call.

I mean, really, can you picture Death having a sneezing fit at the worst possible moment? “Bless you, Death!” doesn’t quite have the same ring to it when you’re about to shuffle off this mortal coil. “Sorry, folks, I’m just allergic to daisies. My bad.”

And speaking of flowers, can you imagine him with hay fever? The Grim Reaper sporting dark sunglasses and a tissue, mopping his non-existent brow with an ethereal handkerchief? It’s like a cosmic comedy skit waiting to happen.

But, nope, no allergies for Death. He’s seen it all, from pollen-filled gardens to dusty catacombs, and he’s not about to let a little sniffle get in the way of his eternal duties. After all, when you’re the ultimate end, allergies are just another punchline in the grand cosmic joke.

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Death, the eternal figure with a penchant for dramatic entrances, has a sexual orientation that’s as straightforward as a one-way ticket to the afterlife – he’s as straight as a well-ironed dress shirt in a room full of wrinkled ones.

Despite being the master of transitions between life and whatever comes next, Death himself doesn’t have any intentions of transitioning away from his attraction to individuals of the opposite gender. He’s more into the “eternal flame” than the “dual-flame candlesticks.”

Of course, dating for Death has its challenges. When he tells someone they have “killer looks,” he really means it. And when he asks for a “hot date,” he might be a bit too literal. But hey, nobody’s perfect, not even the Grim Reaper himself.

In the grand scheme of existence, Death’s sexual orientation is just one more facet of his complex character. So, while he may be the ultimate end, he’s also proof that even death has a love life – and a quirky one at that!

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Death, the enigmatic figure lurking in the shadows, approaches romance with the flair of a tragic hero in a Shakespearean play – he’s as straight as a ruler with a penchant for the opposite sex.

In the grand cosmic opera of love and attraction, Death waltzes with those of the fairer gender, twirling through the ages like a timeless Casanova. When he flirts, it’s like he’s mastered the art of the “dead-pan” compliment – it may be macabre, but it gets a laugh (or a shiver).

His ideal date night? A candlelit dinner in a crypt, all jokes. And when he says, “You take my breath away,” it’s usually because he’s here to collect your soul.

But there’s a catch when dating Death –he’s always dressed for a formal occasion. So, when he says, “We’re going out tonight,” he’s not kidding. Better dust off that tuxedo or evening gown because you’re in for a night that’ll be both eternal and eternally classy.

So, Death’s romantic orientation is about as clear as a crystal ball – straight, with a dark and slightly morbid sense of humor that keeps the sparks flying, even in the afterlife.

𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆! 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆! 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆!

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒊𝒈!​

—𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄—

𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲

In the annals of celestial history, Death wasn’t just any angel; he was the shining star of the heavenly league. Well, at least if you discount that little Lucifer fiasco – you know, the favorite angel trying to pull a cosmic coup, ending up doing a nose-dive from the celestial realm. But Death had his own special falling-from-grace story, and let me tell you, it was about as elegant as a penguin attempting a triple axel on roller skates. He earned his ejection from heaven with a spectacular display of naughtiness that would make even the most unruly cherub blush. And what were the consequences? Oh, just having his wings unceremoniously yanked off and a one-way express ticket to Earth. wait, there’s a bonus round – a good old-fashioned curse to top it off. Death’s new gig? Soul-sucking and soul-sorting. He had to act as the cosmic FedEx, ensuring that souls reached their final destinations – the VIP section in heaven or the eternal frat party down in hell.

Neglecting his duty led to a fun little side effect: a slow, agonizing decline in the human realm, turning him into a glorified human-sized paperweight. Technically, he was still alive, just as useful as a garden gnome. But here’s the kicker: as long as Death did his grim reaping without causing pandemonium on Earth (like unleashing Black Plague 2.0 or inventing disco music), the heavenly hierarchy turned a blind eye to his shenanigans. Talk about a system rigged tighter than a Rubik’s Cube and elders who missed the “How to Parent Divine Beings” handbook.Now, the real dark comedy here? When Death goofed up, there were no divine reprimands or heavenly timeouts. The bigwigs up in the clouds were collectively holding their breath, secretly terrified of what havoc he could unleash if they crossed him. That’s just how much power God had granted him – a fact that had Death giggling with dark amusement. But this fallen angel, or rather ‘Death,’ wasn’t your garden-variety bad boy. Forget charm; he had all the appeal of a soggy newspaper.

You’d understand why everyone loathed him once you realized that his ‘Angel’ title, the ‘Angel of Death,’ was pure poppycock. Sure, he’d scaled back on his random acts of annihilation, but deep down, he was as twisted as a pretzel. He’d always had a knack for getting what he wanted, no matter the body count. And that dark streak had been etched into his cosmic resume for centuries – and well, even more centuries. At first, he despised his grim vocation, but as the millennia rolled on, he started...enjoying it. He reluctantly accepted that he was in this for the long haul, destined to be the universe’s most peculiar delivery guy forever. Dark and twisted, isn’t it?

—𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎—

𝗔 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹

‘Hold onto your scythes, folks, because we’re about to dive deeper into Death’s cosmic capers, and boy, did he have a knack for making the afterlife a real hoot!

Imagine this: Death, the ultimate mischief-maker, decided that guiding souls to the great beyond wasn’t thrilling enough. No, he thought, let’s turn this whole gig into a celestial game show. “Dodge the Bus” was his favorite. He’d stand there all incognito, waiting for an unsuspecting human to stroll by, and then bam – they’re the star of their very own, short-lived reality show. Talk about your otherworldly bully with a twisted sense of humor!

Now, after Death took a one-way ticket to the dark side and became a fallen angel, his mission became clear: to make sure everyone he met had a “special” experience.

Option A: You owe him big time.

Option B: Your boots quake like they’re in a rock concert mosh pit.

Option C: You suddenly discover Olympic-level sprinting skills as you flee in the opposite direction.

And for those who wanted bonus points,

Option D was always on the table – that’s right, all of the above! Death was an equal-opportunity terrorizer.

But here’s the real kicker, folks: When he got bored, he’d pull out the cosmic psychological warfare handbook. He’d torment his victims with their own fears, like a cosmic therapist gone rogue. It was like a game of mental chess, with Death always making the final checkmate move.

And let’s not forget, there were those moments when he’d torture humans just for kicks and giggles. Why? Because he had a real soft spot for the human species... NOT! Death had a special kind of disdain for us mere mortals, and he wore it like a badge of honor.

So, next time you’re out for a celestial stroll, keep your wits about you. You never know when you might cross paths with the ultimate prankster of the afterlife. Remember, if you see a bus, make like Usain Bolt, because Death’s sense of humor is darker than a black hole."

—Story Time—

"She’s just a baby!” The mother’s anguished cry pierced the air like a lament from the abyss. “Don’t hurt my baby!”

Gripping his skull in sheer agony, the man shook his head back and forth, a tortured soul trapped in his own torment. “The pain! Make it stop!” He staggered forward and struck the mother with a vicious punch to her face. The sickening sound of bone against bone echoed in the air. His gaze then fixated on Grace, a child trembling in fear, her innocence shattering like glass.

“Grace! Run!” Her mother’s desperate plea was swallowed by the cacophonous explosion of the gunshot. Grace’s ears rang, rendering her temporarily deaf to her mother’s frantic cries. The searing impact of the bullet tore through her small body, a visceral agony that left her numb to the world. She scarcely felt the bullet’s entry into her stomach, nor the brutal collision of her head with the unforgiving ground. Nearby, Mr. Wiggles, her cherished teddy bear, lay abandoned on the cold floor. Beside him, the gothic cashier lay lifeless, a gaping void at the center of her skull.

Grace attempted to scream, but her voice was but a hollow whisper. She rolled onto her back, lips trembling, eyes wide open, pupils dilated in terror, gazing with a vacant, haunting stare at the ceiling above. A crimson pool formed beneath her, a morbid tableau of her innocence stolen.

“Grace! My baby, my baby!” Her mother’s cries reached her through a thick fog of agony. Summoning every ounce of her fading strength, Grace launched herself at the gunman. With a ferocity born of despair, she knocked the firearm from his grasp, striking him with a heavy object. He crumpled to the ground, a fallen specter in the dark theater of their tragedy.

The scene unfolded like a sinister theater production in the dimly lit store. The masked men, their faces hidden behind malevolently anonymous masks, raised their menacing firearms. Yet, as their eyes fell upon Grace sprawled helplessly on the ground, an uncanny stillness seized them. It was as if the sight of a vulnerable child momentarily softened their hearts.

“Love bears all things, he believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends,” one of the masked men murmured, his voice trembling with an odd mixture of reverence and fear. “As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away… Lord, send me an angel, a miracle.”

The gunman who had earlier struck Grace now struggled to rise from the cold floor. He glanced down at his trembling hands, which betrayed a strange vulnerability, and his tear-filled eyes grazed Grace’s stiffening form.

As Grace fell into an eerie trance, her gaze fixed on the ceiling’s glittering surface. Suddenly, a smooth, baritone voice swirled around her ears, accompanied by the silhouette of a colossal shadow. “Well, wasn’t that boring,” the shadow quipped, its tone dripping with dark humor. “You made the mother watch? That’s very cliché, don’t you think? So unoriginal. There are plenty of books and movies out there you could’ve studied before robbing this place, you know. I’d give that performance a 2 out of 10, tops.

The gunman turned, his eyes wide in shock, as if he had seen the unholy. “Jesus... Christ,” he muttered, falling to his knees, mouth agape in disbelief. A hooded figure materialized out of thin air, draped in a shroud of obsidian, concealing their identity completely. Towering over the trembling gunman, this enigmatic presence appeared twice the size of an average man, brandishing a peculiar weapon in its left gloved hand – a scythe.

“Wrong,” the shadowy figure corrected with a hint of annoyance. “Jesus? Really? You’ve managed to insult me immensely.”

The other masked men in the store stood frozen, gaping at the imposing hooded figure, their expressions mirroring shock before they scrambled over each other to escape the store.

“Please call me Death,” the mysterious hooded figure said with an impish “boop” as it lightly tapped the gunman on the shoulder. In an instant, the man collapsed, lifeless. Death nudged the lifeless body with the tip of his black boot, feigning sorrow. “Sigh,” he lamented, “it’s as if everything I touch dies, you know?”

Brightening, Death extended a hand to the bewildered mother. “I’m Death. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The mother gasped, her hand trembling as she hesitated to shake the hand of the being who had just proclaimed, “It’s as if everything I touch dies.”

Death, with all the theatrical flair of a seasoned stand-up comedian, slyly tucked his bony hands behind his back. “Small joke,” he quipped, tilting his head toward Grace. “Well, well, well, who’s gracing us with her presence at precisely 10:32 AM? None other than Grace Williams! I must say, I’m quite a fan of these Catholic names.”

The towering cloaked figure sauntered over the lifeless body of the would-be robber, his presence ominous yet strangely comical. As he leaned down to hover his fingers over Grace’s cheek, his tone shifted into something gravely serious.

“Her soul, oh, it’s pure, and regrettably, so young. Collecting the little ones is always a chore. But this soul, it’s something else, something I’ve never seen in all my years,” he mused, chuckling softly. “I must admit, even I thought those robbers were cliché, but this soul... it’s unique. Most souls are different shades of blue, but hers... hers is white? Fascinating!”

As the hooded man rambled on, the distraught mother continued to sob, her wide-eyed gaze fixed on him. “Are you... are...” She hesitated, her blue eyes returning to Grace’s pale face. “Please, don’t take her from me,” she whispered, shutting her eyes as if to shield herself from the harsh reality. “I know who you are. If her soul is special in any way, please—“

“Really? You’ve got me all figured out?” Death replied sarcastically. “Was it the cloak or the scythe that gave it away? I’m taking a survey here.” Snorting, he strolled around Grace’s lifeless form, hands still clasped behind his back, and nonchalantly kicked the gothic cashier’s corpse aside. “Move over, Lily Foster, I’ve got a job to do.” He squatted down next to the smudged remains of the gothic girl, still scrutinizing Grace. “So, Mom, are you thinking cremation? I’d advise against it. The wrong mortician might turn that huge, gaping, frankly revolting, gash on your child’s stomach into a bee sting!” The mother’s sobs intensified.

“Relax, woman. Just another little jest,” Death reassured her. “Here, let me put your mind at ease. I promise that your Grace won’t be departing today, but only if you stop the waterworks. How’s that?” The mother, her attention wholly captivated by the enigmatic hooded man, managed to calm down slightly.

“Good. Yes?” Death continued after a dramatic pause. “Well, I have a proposition you might find intriguing. You see, I haven’t come across a soul as pure as your daughter’s in quite a while. Call me a collector of rare gems, but this particular soul, I’d like to spare and let it mature.” His deep laughter sent shivers down Grace and her mother’s spines, and his hand brushed against Grace’s ever-so-slightly trembling hand. “So, how badly do you want to see your daughter graduate middle school? Attend prom? Get married? Live her life?”

The mother, once again overwhelmed with emotion, pleaded, “That’s all I want. Please, please help her! Help my baby!”

“I will come for her,” Death stated with a dramatic flair, a twisted grin forming beneath his hood. “I will come for Grace when the time is right. One cannot escape me without offering something in return... your compensation for me sparing your daughter’s life will be... her. Are you willing to accept that

I will take her away from you? This is my only offer. You don’t have much time.” Blood started to seep from Grace’s lips, a gruesome sight that sent chills down her mother’s spine. She frantically looked at the hooded figure and then back at her child.

“How long would I have until you come for her?” Her voice grew more demanding and hysterical. “How long would my husband and I have her?”

“You’re in luck, I’m prepared to make you an excellent deal,” Death whispered with his smooth, deep voice, relishing the tension in the room. “Excellent for myself, at least. You will owe me a favor, not now, probably a few years from now. When I’m there to collect the favor, you better do what I say, because I will not hesitate to snap your daughter’s head off. Right in front of you. There it is again, cliché time.”

As Death slowly tilted his hooded face away from Grace and towards the mother, her hesitation morphed almost into acceptance, as if he had some unnatural hold over her with his eyes. “Please, just save Grace! Just save her!” she pleaded.

“As you wish.” Death looked back down at Grace and grinned, his teeth flashing menacingly in the darkness that surrounded his face. His next words were foreign and velvety, as gentle as a caress on the cheek.

Suddenly, light lit up under his hood, revealing the most intriguing color of eyes. Chiseled, pierced, male features hovered over Grace’s face. Death slipped off one of his leather gloves, revealing a hand with odd black markings, which he hovered palm down over Grace’s stomach. Grace’s eyes opened wider as she felt the pressure in her stomach subside, her body becoming stronger. The blood flooding from her mouth was absorbed back down her throat all at once, momentarily leaving her breathless. When she could breathe again, there was absolutely no pain in her body.

“Mommy?” she whispered, anxiety building in her chest when she saw her mother crying. “Mommy? Why are you crying?” she asked. “Grace?” Her mother’s features lit up in happiness.

“Grace—“ The hooded man held up a gloved hand.

“Do not touch the girl yet; she is in a fragile state. Grace doesn’t remember what happened to her; she will remember in due time,” Death explained, leaning his shadowed face as if to observe Grace. She stilled under his intelligent gaze, knowing it was best not to move.

“It is time to seal the deal.” Lights flickered violently in the market. The ground shook. A black cloud surrounded Grace and Death as if creating a shield around them. Before spiraling down like a tornado.

Absorbing like a sponge straight into the center of her chest. Grace jerked upwards, making her mother instinctively move towards her. Death held her back again as Grace momentarily struggled to breathe. Her sunshine blond hair slowly began to drift into the midnight. Becoming black from the roots down.

Then she fell back down on the floor, stunned. “You too, Mom. There’s no backing out of this now. You are bound to our deal.“ Death touched the mothers hand, and her hair began to change as well. Her short golden hair melted into a halo of black. Death then leaned over Grace’s face again, mumbling more foreign words under his breath. Death put Grace back on the floor and stood up to his overpowering height. With a small movement of his hand, his scythe appeared out of thin air. “Her twentieth birthday.” Death reminded the mother.

“I will make sure you will remember but I’m sure you will regardless. I will come to visit her as I please. You will not interfere, or I will destroy her without hesitation, and then destroy you.” Death began to walk away from the two, turning to give Grace one last, long look as she began to sit up. She was in awe, staring at such a large, evil being who radiated so much power that it was hard to look away from him. Grace could no longer see Death’s face but she could tell he was smirking. And not in a friendly way. The mother's smile would soon disappear as she slowly realizes, she just made a 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹.’

>Storytime ᴘᴀʀт ıѕ ꜰʀ𝗈м Kᴀтᴀʀıɴᴀ E. T𝗈ɴкѕ! all credits to her.

—𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄—

𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵

Death glanced over at Cerberus, who was busy morphing from a three-headed watchdog into a more conventional-looking canine. He nudged his celestial gossip newspaper, featuring the latest celebrity scandal, toward the mythical pup. “What do you think, Cerberus? She has pretty terrible taste in men, right?” Cerberus responded with an enthusiastic bark that translated to, “Oh, absolutely, the worst!”

Amused, Death chuckled and casually slid his hands behind his back. He sauntered to the center of the road, where his next unsuspecting victim was cruising along. With a casual wave of his hand, the trees began to shake so violently that a deer seemingly teleported out of thin air, causing the poor driver to swerve wildly and crash into a fallen tree.

The tree’s pointed end skewered the car’s windshield, piercing the woman’s stomach. Death shrugged indifferently, surveying the chaotic scene. “Aaand!, There she goes,” he mused. He ambled over to the now-wrecked vehicle, peered into the driver’s window, and observed the lifeless woman with an eerie grin.

In the blink of an eye, his scythe appeared, snatching her soul and whisking it off to Limbo for a thorough evaluation of her afterlife destination. This lady was undoubtedly heading south, probably straight to hell. Why, you ask? Well, she’d murdered both her husband and her child in a fit of annoyance. Now, their remains sat snugly in the car trunk, wrapped up in black plastic bags – disturbing, right?

But then, a ringtone chimed – seriously, when did Limbo get signal? Death looked at the phone, nonchalantly pushed the woman off a metaphorical cliff using his scythe (she’s in the right place now), and muttered, “Oh, it’s just my reminder.” Ever since he’d discovered these human contraptions called “phones,” he had a soft spot for their innovations, despite his disdain for humanity. He silenced the alarm, which read “Visit Care Homes,” and returned to the mortal realm.

“Off to the retirement home – where they’re either dying to see me or pretending not to!” Death chuckled, always ready with a dark-humored quip as he went about his afterlife duties.

—𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑—

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗲

In the chilling depths of the underworld, Death reveled in his gruesome feast. The head of his latest victim dangled limply from his hand, torn off with merciless precision. As he held the severed head aloft, a sinister surge of warmth enveloped him, the dark magic within him greedily devouring the doomed soul.

But as the euphoria of consumption faded, a bone-chilling coldness crept back in. The insatiable hunger for more souls clawed at the very core of his being. “Can’t keep track, can’t keep track,” he muttered, a maddening mantra repeated a million times. His eyes darted around as if he were being watched, paranoia dripping from his every movement.

He found himself in the shadowy halls of the underworld, a place that felt like home. Here, the lost souls congregated, their tormented whispers a constant cacophony in his ears. “Shush! I’m trying to think!” Death roared, his patience unraveling like a tattered shroud. With a violent flick of his bony hand, he discarded the severed head into a pile of garbage, where it joined countless others in macabre anonymity. The voices, now agitated, only fueled his growing madness. He clutched his skull, fingers digging into his spectral flesh, and erupted into a maniacal laughter that echoed through the nightmarish realm.

“Oh, the irony of it all!” he crooned amid his twisted mirth, his voice a grotesque melody of madness.

Unbeknownst to Death, a lone mortal had borne witness to this gruesome spectacle, their sanity forever scarred by the horrifying sight. A shrill, agonized scream rents the air as they recoil in terror.

But Death was far from oblivious. Slowly, with an unsettling tilt of his head, he turned toward the trembling mortal. His unhurried approach was marked by a sinister chuckle that sent shivers down the witness’s spine. With deliberate malice, he reached out and grasped the mortal’s frail form, his bony fingers like icy talons.

In a horrifying display of brutality, he began to tear the hapless mortal asunder. The anguished screams of the victim resonated through the grim abyss, a symphony of despair. Death chuckled again, his voice dripping with malevolence, as he feasted upon the mortal’s agony. With each savage bite, he devoured them as if they were nothing more than a macabre snack, savoring the delicious torment in the air.

In the depths of the underworld, the boundaries between life and death dissolved into a nightmarish tableau of eternal suffering, and Death reveled in his role as the ultimate tormentor.​

[moonlightperseus]

That's fair, if it makes you feel better I experienced the opposite in a way (I was pretty much directly told I'd have to quit my job, which if I think about it is obvious, but I'm still so sad- I love my job and the people. Part of me is like "it's okay, I can quit my job, go to school, ask for my job back <3" as though It makes any sense to go back to my CASHIER job after completing four years of nursing school) 

And that's completely understandable, everything is one day at a time. I'm sure the future will be better!! 

I would love for that to be something I'm capable of but instead I'm way too?? Bad at consuming media. Like TWO of my friends LOVE sandman so I was like "okay I'll watch it for you guys" put it on and didn't pay attention to a single second. 

I honestly judge that one less I tried so hard to watch Titans so go off. I know she appears in some Wonderwoman comics because I opened volume 8 and she was PISSED about something I missed because I only had volumes 1,2 and 8. But it was definitely largely important. (It should've been the new 52 run) hopefully you like the one you have open!! 

I use it a lot at work to make my hands feel right again, that's it. But you're right!! It's all personal and that's what matters. 

i have a tag on the first book so I know when it's available and then I'll probably try it. I'm glad you've been enjoying it! And that makes sense I get that (personally if I DO start reading it I'll probably google all the vibes because I hate suspense- it's why I got yelled at the last time I read a book my friend recommended. Apparently I "spoiled the end of Gideon" and "found out the whole thing harrows trying to figure out in Harrow" and I was like ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ but now no surprises) 

I went to the library yesterday!! I had to go to work to get something so I just kept running errands so I went to the library and I asked for an online library card. I spent like all night after that just *looking* at my options now. I picked a sad book (my favorite kind) that I need to remember to read and tagged a bunch for later (including, like I said, the Raven Boys- audiobook I think) 

i got to issue 11!! I know that's not a huge jump but I decided I was gonna read a couple and then I did. (because your site is so linear, and like just automatically goes to the next issue, it's a lot harder to stop lmao) 

Did you read the annual with Harley and Lobo? On my old old site that was counted as something else but not yours so I imagine you did? 

and tbch I haven't read ground zero yet, I own it but I just haven't cracked it open. That all sounds great though. 

His name IS Jake. HOWEVER he got the nickname Music Man because he just started playing music out of his pocket because the radio wasn't good enough so I started calling him "music Man" and then I heard his co worker call him Jake so boom Music Man Jake. But if it helps I have to physically restrain myself from instead calling him music man *Kyle* for some reason. (I believe it's because of the existence of Theatre Gay Kyle and Crackhead Kyle already in my life)

I know of that too but I also don't remember where it's from. And she IS in fact significantly better than all of them. Everyone knows boys drool girls rule. She can fuck'em all up and I love her for that. 

I think, in all honesty? I don't know how much you'll *like* year zero (Dinah's in it but not largely, Diana Might have a larger role? But iirc it's not really the marks you're trying to hit) HOWEVER that being said, it's a very short run so I'd say go for it. I'd you don't like it and it's hard to get through just stop. 

​​​​​​​Have a good day <3 

boy howdy my life has been busy, apologies for my delay in response.

as it turns out, and now i can say it bc before i was paranoid somehow someone would find my blog and relate it to my job and learn the news this way, i am losing my job in the sense that my place of work will be closing end of january. i’m gonna miss my coworkers most of all and a good amount of the dogs as well but i’m otherwise handling this news pretty well i think? idk like i’ve said i’ve been so burnt out and i thankfully have the fallback of being able to go back to living with my parents while i recalibrate. i have a feeling i will be sadder the closer it gets to closing time but for now i’m putting emotions about it on a shelf for later.

oh that’s totally fair. i definitely don’t consume every media friends like/recommend bc i don’t have the time and tbh not everything interests me but if the interests vaguely line up i do try. or at least im trying to try. and sometimes trying to try things that don’t necessarily sound particularly interesting but sound like they could be surface level fun and there’s nothing wrong with enjoying something at surface level. idk. its hard to commit to starting new things to be invested in. there’s just not enough time in the world.

(personally if i ever end up in a time loop i will be fucking around and consuming as much media as possible before looking for a resolution.)

i think i honestly stand by the fact that titans has some really good moments. but it just also has some really bad moments. i wouldn’t say it’s balanced necessarily but god the good stuff is so good to me and i am willing to suffer through the bad. (and to some degree. some of the Bad honestly became comedic to me-though bald connor will never be one of those that shit was god awful. boy needs his hair, i’ll say it.)

congrats on going to the library!!! huge step and i love that for you!! you are SO valid re googling the vibes. i didn’t feel like there was a whole lot of suspense in the first book personally but i also was not surprised by two of the “dramatic reveals” but i may have also been potentially over analytic of the first book so i’m not sure i’m the best judge of character.

ALSO!!!! the locked tomb!!! love that series!! they make for great audiobooks though a little confusing and confusing stuff is harder in audiobook format bc i can’t easily reread bits until my brain has digested them. but it’s so much easier for me to get through an audiobook because i can do it while doing other stuff.(i feel like i’ve already talked about audiobooks so i’m not gonna continue on the ramble that’s forming in my head and move on instead.)

i try to make it my philosophy that any progress no matter how small is still progress so congrats on making it to issue 11. i definitely agree that it’s a little too easy to just keep going thru the issues on that site bc i’ve definitely been like “i’ll read a few” and then binge a whole lot. ah well.

i did read that annual! all the annuals were put at the start of each year so i read them before each year.

ground zero is definitely fun if you can put aside the joker of it all! would recommend!

i have not done any more reading of the injustice verse because again. life been busy. but i do think i’m gonna give year zero a try before starting on injustice2 just because it is so short. i keep telling myself i should start on it and then i am so easily distracted and lately i’ve been on a sudoku kick. my sister also shared this house flipping game with me and it’s fun but very frustrating bc it doesn’t run well on my computer so i don’t know how long i’ll keep up with that game.

ahjsjd that’s valid. i take it he was playing it out of his phone in his pocket and not a very small but very cool tiny instrument in his pocket anksdjs

life has been hectic but i’m hanging in there and doing relatively well right now. hope you are also hanging in there and doing relatively well!!

[melviships]

I Love It When You’re a Mess (Kenvis)

Wasn’t going to post this fic but you know what, I am tired of it sitting in my drafts. Get this away from my sight.

Content warnings: mentions of bar fights, blood, mild injuries

“I can not believe you did that.”

“Someone had to.”

“35 floors, no issues. We get to one bar and-”

“Hey now, I can’t help myself. I get lost in the crowd. The energy was too strong to ignore.”

“Yeah, real hard to ignore a fist to the face.”

“I choose the wrong uniform and my beautiful nose, decimated by Kaida in his drunken rage.” Kenta sniffed loudly, quickly finding the action to be a horrible decision as blood dripped down his throat. He coughed and more blood sputtered from his nostrils. Both of the men exchanged looks before bursting into painful laughter. 

Melvis wiped a tear from their eye as their chuckles died away. “Really did a number on you. Whatever ‘Takeshi-kun’ did must have been bad.”

“Tch. Well, we’re not exactly here to visit an upstanding corporation.”

“I wonder how Takeshi would have held up against him.”

“Better than me hopefully.” Kenta leaned against the wall and pulled out a cigarette case from his inner jacket pocket. He shook two out and handed one off to his companion. The Yakuza member grunted,“Got a light on ya?”

“Mm.” Mel plucked a lighter from his sleeve and ignited it, leaning to light both of their cigarettes at once. They stared up at the taller man and watched as Kenta inhaled slowly then released the breath in a steady stream. Mel watched the smoke billow from his swollen lips. Kenta reached up to prod at the bruised flesh and winced. 

Mel quickly took a drag as Kenta’s eyes turned to them. The psychic exhaled, smoke pouring out with the sigh. “You look kind of sexy fucked-up like this.”

“Eh?”

Mel grimaced. “Choke and die.”

“Sure. My hand or yours?”

They scoffed,“Bastard.”

“Sugar lips.”

“Huh?” Mel paled.

“Your lil ghost buddy calls you that, right?” Kenta circled the air next to Melvis, making them look up and then back at the Yakuza. They blinked in realization.

“You can see him? Oh shit, that guard was you?”

“Small world we live in.”

“Ugh.” They rubbed their eye with the back of their hand. “Fuck, what else have you heard that green shit say?”

“I think it’s cute. Hey, how did that drive go, by the way?”

Mel frowned deeper. “Swimmingly.”

“Can I join you next time?”

“Hm, you could. Dimple catch your fancy?” 

“I can’t deny that I enjoyed our time together.”

“Heh. Well, lucky for you, he did as well. He was hoping to see you again some day.”

“Aw, he’s a fan of my handsome features?” His brows bounced along his wrinkled forehead.

“Sure is. Can’t blame him.” When they smirked, pain flared up from their black eye. Wind made the breaks in the purple skin sting. Mel didn’t need a mirror to know that it was scabbing over, marbling the purple with streaks of blacks and browns.

“You should clean that up.”

“You too, Ken,” Mel returned.

“Want to go ask for a rematch?”

“Ha. We can start right now, ya messy bastard.”

“The messiest, babe,” Kenta purred, running a hand through his short bangs. The psychic took the opportunity to wrap an arm around the man’s shoulders.

Mel pulled him into a sloppy kiss and Kenta hissed from the burn of it. Blood smeared across the psychic’s lip and it left a shine on it when they pulled back. They wiped it away with the pad of their thumb, caking their leather glove.

“Make it the worst mess you can.”

He gave them a smile that could rival Dimple’s evil grin. “Gladly.”

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #919: Brand New Start (Epithet Erased)

Molly: Ur not a member of the Banzai Blasters anymore?

Giovanni: That's right, Bear-Trap!

Giovanni: After a few minutes careful thinking and life changing reflections, Freddie and I have finally decided to forge our own path in villainy!

Giovanni: I even came up with a really cool villain name!

Giovanni: VINCENT MURDER!!!!!

Giovanni: Has a pretty nice ring to it, doesn't it?

Molly: Not the biggest fan of anything murder related, but I think the name it suits u well.

Molly: Also, Freddie?

Giovanni: The man formerly known as Car Clash.

Giovanni: I haven't come up with a nickname for him, you and the rest of my boys yet. But they'll DEFINITELY be as cool as mines!!

Molly: I'm sure we'll like whatever name u wanna come up for us.

Molly: I'm gonna miss being called "Bear-Trap" tho.

Giovanni: U do?

Molly: Yeah. It may not be as cool or intimidating as Car Crash or Vincent Murder, but I still like it for what is it.

Giovanni: Hey! The name is cool and intimidating in it's own right!

Giovanni: Just like u! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Molly: Aww~ ( ꈍᴗꈍ) Thanks, Boss. I think you're cool too.

Molly: But I think we're starting to get off topic here.

Molly: What made u guys quit the Banzai Blasters to begin with?

Giovanni: Me and the higher ups of the organization doesn't see eye-to-eye with one another.

Giovanni: I refuse to work for someone who would purposely treat their minions poorly!!

Giovanni: So we left and forge our own to villainy! Just like I said earlier.

Molly: Okay. So where r u and Freddie at now?

Giovanni: On the road.

Giovanni: We....kinda ran in with the cops on our way to the headquarters. So we're trying to keep ourselves on a low profile until further notice.

Molly: Well, if that's the case, promise me you'll be safe out there.

Molly: I know you guys can take care ourselves and all, but I don't think it's gonna stop me from worrying anytime soon.

Giovanni: Don't u worry ur little head, Bear-Trap. Freddie and I will do everything in power to keep ourselves safe and outta trouble! 👍👍

Giovanni: But enough about yours truly!

Giovanni: How's your day coming along, Bear Trap?

Molly: It's going alright, I guess.

Molly: My friends and I found this creep old guy in shores who's apparently a wizard of sorts.

Giovanni: Creepy old wizard guy, huh?

Giovanni: He's not bothering you kids, is he?

Giovanni: Cause I will NOT hesitate to come over there and bash his skull wide open if he does!

Molly: No Skull Bashing, Boss!!

Molly: And don't worry. Besides having dark magic, weird fashion sense and laugh that sounds like a complete madman, he hasn't really done anything to us yet.

Molly: But Trixie and I still don't trust him complete.

Molly: Feenie on the other hand does. So yeah.....I'm kind of in a pickle here.

Giovanni: I see.....

Giovanni: Well, in the meantime, keep a very close eye on that wizard guy. And if he does try and anything too suspicious, call and/or text me about it immediately!

Giovanni: And I'll do whatever I can to come over and help out!

Molly: I know u will.

Molly: But PROMISE ME u won't try and bash him in the skull if the time does occur, okay?

Molly: I don't want u to get in anymore trouble than u already are.

Giovanni: You're really worried about me, aren't ya Bear Trap?

Molly: Of course I'm worried. You're the one person who sees the value in me more than any else.

Molly: And I know the museum was the first time we met, but.......You're already like a big brother to me and I wanna look out and be there for u too, Giovanni! No matter what!

.............................................................................................................................

Tears has already began to fall down on the former Banzai Blasters' Leader's eyes as he begins to sniff and whimper how precious the recent text that has just been sent to him, truly are in his eyes. He always wanted a sibling growing up. And the fact that a little girl he unintentionally befriend with in the museum, has already started to see him as older brother figure has spoken many volumes in his perspective.

Fred: (Turns to Giovanni) Uhh, Boss? Is everything okay here?

Giovanni: (Gives Fred a Tearful Nod) Mmhmm.....

Fred: You sure? You look like you just saw something extremely tragic....Was it the ending of that Titanic movie we watched months ago?

Giovanni: No. ('Sniff') I was just....('Sniff') Texting Bear-Trap....('Sniff') See how she was doing and all.

Fred: You mean that little girl with the curls? (Smiles Brightly) Cool. How she's doing?

Giovanni: She's great.....('Sniff') She's greater than I could ever imagine! (Finally Starts Crying Softly)

Fred: Aw....(Gently Pats on Giovanni's Back) Cheer up, man. How about I get us both some ice cream. We really needed some after all the crap we've been through today.

Giovanni: (Slowly Looks Back Up to Fred) Can I...('Sniff') get a Chocolate Dipped Ice Cream Cone please?

Fred: Sure thing. I can even get you some cookies on the side if you want.

Giovanni: (Gives his Minion a Soft Smile on his Face as He Starts Wiping his Tears Away) ('Sniff') My man.

As his phone starts buzzing, Giovanni picks it up from his lap and continues texting his precious little Bear-Trap.

..............................................................................................................

Molly: Boss?

Molly: Is everything okay!?

Molly: Pls text back soon!

Giovanni: Fear not, Bear Trap. I'm fine!

Giovanni: Fred and I were just making our way to the ice cream place.

Molly: Oh okay.

Molly: For a minute there I thought something went wrong.

Giovanni: Geez u worry too much lol.

Giovanni: Didn't u say that u know that we can take care of ourselves?

Molly: And didn't I say that I would still worry u about regardless?

Giovanni: Touchè.

Giovanni: Still, thank u for seeing me as a brother figure. It means a lot that u looked up to me that much.

Molly: There's no need to thank me, Boss.

Molly: Even if the Banzai Blasters may be no more, we'll always stick together no matter what. :D

Giovanni: Right...... :')

Molly: OMG Boss!!

Molly: Were you crying this entire time!?

Giovanni: NO!

Giovanni: I wasn't crying!!

Giovanni: I just

Giovanni: Texted that emote by mistake is all.

Molly: Are u sure everything's okay?

Giovanni: I'm positive, Bear-Trap. Trust me!

Giovanni: I'll be just fine.

......................................................................

Molly takes one good look at her phone screen before signing.

.......................................................................

Molly: Alright. I'll take ur word for it.

Molly: But if there's anything that's bothering u, don't be afraid to talk to me about it, okay?

Molly: I mean it when I said I wanna look out for you.

Giovanni: And I never doubted it for a second.

Giovanni: Thank you, Molly.

@keyenuta

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@26shann

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@epitheterasedgen

@epithet-erased-textposts

[starshiningsirius]

Like old times (Yandere Azul x reader)

@bryzie27 - i like what you did with overblot leona. could you do something similar with overblot azul?

Not sure what you mean like the chase scene? The dynamics of Octanivelle's structure still aren't quite clear to me if they can go out in the water but I'll try!

I FORGOT THE GIF IS FROM @flowerofthemoonworld !

Let's give the octopus some love!

"Hey, your Azul right?"

He lifted his head to look at who had spoken to him. It was a mermaid with a strange speckled tail that added to her beauty. She seemed to be more of the reserved type. Her hair had two streaks of the same color on either side of her face and the rest was all one color. Her eyes shimmered radiantly.

He could feel a rush of heat claim his entire face.

"Here." She handed him his books.

"W -why are you doing this?" The young octopus sniffled.

He wasn't expecting this, not with the way everyone else treated him. It didn't make any sense why you'd treat him kindly. A freakish eight legged merman who couldn't swim correctly.

"It's the right thing to do, Azul. I couldn't just swim away with you like this. It'd be immoral."

From that first encounter on forward they became friends. She helped him walk and swim a bit better considering he found it embarrassing. She didn't even have tentacles yet she instructed him so well.. Maybe he inked once or twice, a few times around her on accident, he swears! It didn't matter she was fine with it. She didn't mind one bit who he was.

Even when they went to the Atlantica Museum she stayed by his side and explored it with him. He was a bit slow considering his physique was on the chubby side so he wasn't fast. It still didn't matter, for some odd reason she stayed with him. In the picture commemorating the trip he held her hand since he was a bit self conscious about his picture being taken.

Y/n couldn't help but find it adorable. Everything about Azul wasn't at all strange to her it only made her more curious to get to know him. He would always apologize for any small thing he did wrong. She would always say, "It's fine." as if he did nothing. Her smile always seemed to brighten Azul's darkest days.

She'd visit him in his family restaurant in which his mother and father always welcomed his first friend. They were overjoyed. She saw him gorging himself on the plate of food in front of him compared to her smaller portion. She couldn't help but to stare, it made her understand why he was on the chubby side. Then he looked at her sauce around his mouth and she couldn't help but smile at him with laughter filling the area. He was embarrassed blushing a shade of red and he felt a bit ashamed.

"Azulie, you're absolutely adorable!" She said through her laughter.

It was one of his most fondest memories he ever had with her, but all good things had to come to an end.

Eventually she had to depart from the northern seas to the far southern ones. She had to leave Azul behind. She had given him a hug it was full of so much warmth of which he had never felt before and it made his heart race twice as fast. Both parents of the children found it endearing their children had found a friend.

. . .

And that was that. Time passed and he eventually became Azul Ashengrotto the dorm leader of Octanivelle who could grant any wish just as the sea witch. He could never ever forget the one person he was so fond of though. It never left him every time he wrote down a contract he could remember a time where he truly did care for someone.

The new year at Night Raven was his second year while a new group of first years came entering the school. He had ordered Jade to get information on each of them and when he went through the long list of students that had been sorted into Octanivelle while in his office. He immediately crossed one oh so familiar.

Y/n L/n.

He couldn't believe his eyes. He put the sheet of paper down and opened one of his drawers in the desk that showed him and her back then. He never altered this photo as he did countless others. She accepted him for who he was and that was well enough a reason for him to admire her.

He automatically called upon Jade as Floyd would have probably scared the poor girl. He told him to fetch her immediately.

When he finally did see her for the first time in years he was astounded at how you changed so little but so much at the same time. You had grown taller and your eyes still sparkled just as they always did. You had the same two streaks on either side of your hair which had grown a few inches he might add.

Jade had left to do other tasks he was assigned but Azul couldn't care less seeing as he had his childhood friend and sweetheart in front of him.

"Azulie, that really is you huh?" Your voice had matured but was more timid just like the very first time they met. Of course it was so long ago that they're more like strangers now. That nickname though, it's been a long time since he's heard it.

"Yes, I've changed quite a bit." He was a little nervous though he'd never admit it his voice slightly betrayed him and his face had a little red tint. He tried pushing up his glasses to shield it from her eyes but it was a futile attempt. He heard her chuckle that made his heart race like never before.

"You haven't changed fully as your still the most adorable by far." She said.

That made his face blossom as red as a rose in the rose maze of Heartsbyul. Heat was exerting itself from his still body that he sat in the chair from.

From that moment on he would keep a watchful eye on her. He would always try his best when she was around and get any info on anything going on pertaining to her.

She had met Floyd and Jade before who Azul wasn't too fond of at first, but she reccomended he became friends with them back then since it wasn't everyday someone didn't come up to tease him and noticed his accomplishments. Of course it was only because of Azul that they met again at Night Raven. The first time she met Jade was when he first brought her to see Azul in his office. He looked familiar to her and she mentioned it to him, and they both shared their fondest memories on the way. She met Floyd a little later on in the Mostro Lounge as he had taken her order and he noticed she had come in a lot just to see Azul. Jade had to explain the situation that she wasn't required to pay for any food she ate there because of an order Azul had given out.

Azul would spend some time out of the day to just hang out with you if he wasn't always busy with the lounge. It was always a joy to be with you, it reminded him of when you were both younger. He thought back to those days every night and day that you had still never left his mind. The thought of you leaving again made him lose his sense of reason and fall deeper in his sweet obsession.

He had started to act different you noticed. He had become a bit more invasive of your personal space in which you remember that only happened when he was nervous at least you thought he grew out of it.

Jade and Floyd began to direct you to the Lounge like your life was there and no where else. It'd only be a matter of time before Azul was informed by Jade of his sweetheart's newest infatuation.

Vil happened to catch your attention. It led Azul to be green with envy. He knew the dorm leader of Pomeifore had complimented her one day and it was enough to send her falling head over heels. He had so many followers it made no sense why he had to take something else Azul had wanted for the longest time. With Vil's beauty he only began to question his own.

He had to come up with a solution just as he had done for those bullies. He just couldn't lose Y/n again. Not if he had any say in it.

After hours of pondering in his office sinking his nails into his desk the answer happened to be right behind him. The vault that was situated behind his desk held the many contracts he had collected.

Maybe if he could impress her she wouldn't see him as that stupid, clumsy octopus he once was. All these different magic spells that he obtained from those fools from the exams on land in Night Raven and those idiots who swam under the sea.

That's when his plan fell apart. Y/n avoided him all of a sudden. Mainly having spent time with those troublesome first years he sent to the museum to collect one of the last remnants of his past.

He didn't have time to keep thinking about Y/n at the moment which irritated him quite a bit. One thing led to another and now he was out here trying to negotiate with the arrogant and prideful dorm head of Savanclaw. As soon as he destroyed them all hope was lost.

He was taunting him, but his next few words really took him over the top in terms of a sadistic being.

"You know, one of your little sea friends really wanted to believe you were nice. We just had to show her the real Azul Ashengrotto." Leona had smirked turning his head to the side, beyond the corner of the tunnel his darling angelfish had appeared. Disbelief in her eyes, she couldn't even meet his eyes.

That's when everyone else had arrived, but the deed was already done. He had lost everything and his angelfish had seen him as a weak being, the same stupid clumsy octopus he hated being.

They took her from his side. He had her in his grasp and they stole her. He had lost it.

His newborn and unimaginable power were apparent now. He just had to get it all back. Not even Floyd or Jade wanted to help him either.

He reminded himself of you holding your pen ready to fire another offensive attack. His anger swelled inside him where he could tap into more power.

"GIVE HER BACK TO ME! GIVE ME BACK WHAT YOU TOOK! "

A large swarm of harsh black wind had overwhelmed the group. She still managed to stand but when the dust cleared she saw all of them had collapsed unconscious. Even the prefect who was thrown back the farthest had their head hit the tunnel, it didn't look like she was breathing from here though.

She took a look back at Azul and suddenly she felt her feet carrying her away from the scene, having Azul call out to her from behind.

* * *

It's been a while since she had to swim that fast. Her tail fin was starting to hurt from the constant movement. She wanted to take a break, a never ending nightmare she pleaded in her head to be over.

That was until she heard him calling for her.

"Oh Angelfish! You really have nothing to fear! Come out I promise I won't hurt you!" He said in a sing songy voice.

She was hiding behind a large boulder on the sea floor near a small coral reef.

"Am I not enough anymore?! I'LL DO ANYTHING TO PROVE IT! I'M NOT THE SAME AS BEFORE, YOU DON'T HAVE TO LOOK AFTER ME! " The tone of voice he had scared her even more so now that she was alone.

"I'm not, ... I'm not that stupid clumsy little octopus anymore." He sounded as if he were about to cry, it pulled at her heartstrings a bit and she thought she could convince him to calm down in this state.

"Azulie I never-"

"There you are! " He said with glee and delight in his tone, that never would have made you think he was sad in the first place.

He successfully guilt tripped her into coming out of hiding. Using his tentacles he pulled her by the tail toward him careful to avoid giving her any injuries. He grasped her in his arms feeling himself relax a bit, at the fact he had her in his grasp once again. She felt warm just as she did all those years ago for him.

He clasped her hands together with his. A deranged smile on his face as he stared into the soul of his adorable little angelfish who shivered under such an intense gaze radiating his madness.

"We'll be together again! Just like old times! Except this time I'm all powerful and no one will be able to steal what's mine!"

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[nameless-shrimp]

BREAKING UP WITH THEM.

Characters: Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki & Satoru Gojo

Type: Headcanons/Small one-shot | GN!Reader

Warnings: Heavy angst/slight mention of sexual content.

Shrimp Notes: I was just casually thinking of writing angst, hehe.

Yuji Itadori

He noticed that you were being distant for quite some time. The majority of the time, his classmates would see both of you close together, it was impossible to separate the both of you. Though, there came a time where you didn't bother to stick close to his side; the usual excuses of "I'm busy" would be thrown out there.

Everyone knew that Yuji had a partner, though it became a shock when you didn't come by the school every once in a while. You didn't have any cursed techniques, but that didn't stop Yuji from falling in love with you.

It was hard ignoring his text messages, but it was best that you'd tell him that you were occupied with your own studies and your own part-time job; it was hard for Yuji to not see you as often, but it was for the best.

You didn't want to break up with him. Truly you didn't. Though, the life of dating a jujutsu sorcerer was dangerous. Nonetheless, he was the vessel for a dangerous curse, and you didn't expect your long-term boyfriend to fall into this scary and risky path, and you were also dragged along with it.

The times when Sukuna would pop out during your dates with Yuji became frustrating, you only wanted to spend time with your boyfriend yet the curse that was within him had to keep teasing and messing with you. It was tiring.

"What?"

His words were barely audible as he stared at you, hands clutching onto the bouquet of flowers that he was hoping to give you since he hadn't seen you in a week (which felt like forever to him). You didn't know what else to say, and you only sighed, placing your hands on his cheeks. You loved him tremendously, it was hard to let him go; the life of a sorcerer was not for you, and you couldn't endanger yourself any longer with the life that he was going down in.

"I will always love you," you spoke, and you felt your bottom lip quiver. Three years of dating this boy will now end, and your heartstrings tugged at the thought. Maybe this wasn't the best decision for you, but you knew it was to guarantee your safety, and your unhappiness in the relationship was growing. "I'm sorry, but I can't do this."

"We can work this out," Yuji raised his voice, clearly desperate to hold onto you. "I'm sorry you feel this way but you know I'll protect you, right? I know that I can be too much sometimes but I want to stay!"

"I can't put myself through this, I can't," you explained. "It's too dangerous for me."

"I'll never let anything happen to you, you know that right?"

"I'm aware," you responded. "But it's best that we go our separate ways."

"I don't want this to happen, please."

"I'm sorry."

It was hard for Yuji to move past the breakup. Many times, he skipped his private lessons with Satoru, and he'd lay in his bed, listening to music that reminded him of you. It would end up with him crying or holding back tears while falling asleep for a couple of hours.

Nobara would try to drag him out of his room but it was pointless. She'd joke about how she'd carry her shopping bags this time, but it was no use to get him crawling out of his bed.

Megumi left trays of food near his door. Eventually, Megumi would barge in sometimes, telling Yuji to try to come to training every so often, but Yuji had difficulty getting out of the bed. Even Satoru would knock every so often and try to give some advice that relationships were tough, but losing you was tougher.

The fact that you weren't in Yuji's life anymore; you weren't there to hold him and to help him through his mental struggles, and that he'd do the same for you when you'd freak out over final exams or the moments when you called because your favorite character died; he missed those moments, he missed you, and you weren't planning on coming back.

Megumi Fushiguro

After finding out that he was a jujutsu sorcerer, the thought of it scared you, but you trusted Megumi with your life. You knew he was capable of handling his own, but when he'd come to see you with bruises and bandages all over his face, there'd be moments where you feared that you'd lose him due to the battles he was in.

While you'd be out on dates with him, he'd get stopped by Satoru with endless calls of a curse that he'd have to take care of. You knew Megumi had priorities, especially with the sorcerer he was, but it was frustrating; you wanted some time with your boyfriend, yet he'd have to leave you every so often to take care of some situations.

Megumi would hardly contact you since he was busy, so keeping in touch was fairly difficult. However, the one night when you cuddled with him in his bed, his arm on your shoulder as he pulled you into his chest, you felt empty and that the feelings you'd get when he'd do small affectionate gestures like this were vanishing.

For quite some time, you knew you were slowly losing feelings for him and that the relationship of a regular human and a jujutsu sorcerer was very difficult. It was hard to fall into the life of someone who was consistently endangering himself and now your life was sucked into that kind of path; you didn't want it. You just wanted a normal, happy life, but when there were a lot of injuries, battles, and dangerous fights, you couldn't find yourself being on that worrisome path.

When Megumi would text you, you'd find yourself responding in bland and hollow texts. You'd make up excuses to not attend any of the dates, such as exams coming up or that you needed to attend some club meetings (Megumi knew you though, he knew that you weren't engaging in so much activity since you always made time for him when he could barely try to squeeze in time for you).

He saw it coming, but he didn't expect it to hurt this much.

"I can't be with you anymore," you spoke, tears falling down your cheeks. Maybe this wasn't the right decision, something good can work out, but it had been months. There would be times where Megumi didn't talk to you for a week or more because you knew that his teacher, Satoru Gojo, would be assigning him these missions, and he'd be too tired to talk to you. The consistent neglecting, yet you couldn't blame him, he was busy and he was growing into a stronger sorcerer every day. "I can't do this."

"I don't want to lose you," he responded, not bothering to make eye contact. It seemed as if he was starting to become lost in his thoughts. "I'm sorry I haven't been the best boyfriend, I just... I never stopped thinking about you."

"I know, but..." your voice trailed off, and you fought back a sob. "It seems as if you aren't putting any more effort into us, and it has been so long; I know you're busy, but I can't keep up with this. The life you have is dangerous and—"

"Every time I'm out there, I think about you," Megumi explained, finally making eye contact with you. "I don't want to lose you. I really don't want that to happen. But—it seems like it is happening."

"I'm sorry, 'Gumi, but I don't think we can do this."

You really had to call him by that nickname. Within seconds, Megumi burst into tears and then hugged you tightly, you felt yourself crying as well and he held onto you as if this was the last time you'd ever see each other. He never found himself to be so desperate before, clinging onto you, and he rested his forehead on your shoulders, pleading inside that you'd change your mind. But he knew you; you had your mind set in stone, and although this hurt the both of you, it was for the best that you'd say your goodbyes.

"I'll never stop loving you," Megumi spoke, words barely audible as he let out a saddening sigh.

"I know," you responded.

Megumi didn't come in contact with a lot of his friends, even his older senpais worried for his sake since he didn't actively try during their training sessions. Satoru would take note of this and attempt to play around with the boy's thoughts, hoping Megumi would try to smile, though when did he ever with his sensei?

Satoru would purposefully avoid having Megumi go on missions, though at some point, Megumi should have been able to come out of his little shell at some point. However, Megumi would look at old photos of you two together, and then he struggled to avoid the memories from flooding in.

He didn't want to admit it but he'd try to stop himself from texting you, not to ask for you back, but he still worried about your well-being after you both said your goodbyes to each other.

Once Megumi began trying in his training sessions, it surprised everyone, even Satoru, but he was glad that his closest student was finally coming to an acceptance prior to your breakup with him. It took Megumi some time, but he was able to accept that you were no longer in his life; still, it would've been a lie if he said that he never thought about you.

Nobara Kugisaki

Knowing her, she'd always make time for you. Whenever she was free or even taking a break from training, she'd send you photos and text messages to keep that close connection. Although, you were losing that sense of touch, and you tried your hardest to stay close to her, but when she decided to move to Jujutsu Tech and be away from home where you both met, long-distance became difficult.

Most nights, it would just leave her falling asleep on calls or her talking about her shopping trips. You'd sit and listen, laying in your bed, wishing she was there next to you, but she was far away now, and you were no longer physically close to her.

The consistent responses of your text messages began to die down; your heart felt hollow, you wanted to talk about how you felt, and when you did, Nobara tended to brush it off, saying that it was because you weren't used to a long-distance relationship. Perhaps she was right, but that connection was slowly fading.

She'd talk about visiting you constantly; she said she'd try to be home for the weekend but it never happens. When you tried to talk about how you felt, she could only sigh and apologize, though it became a cycle. You became used to the false hope of her ever visiting you - it hurt you, but it wasn't her fault. Jujutsu sorcerer life wasn't easy.

You'd ignore her messages and only respond dryly, you'd make excuses that you couldn't attend the calls that you had a ton of homework, or that you weren't feeling good. She'd try to encourage the both of you to talk more, but it always led to her falling asleep from exhaustion, and the sight of bandages on her faces always made you feel so empty.

"I think we should break up," you spoke, words barely audible.

She stared at you, hands clutched on her blankets and it was hard for you to look at the webcam of your laptop. You knew that this choice had to be done; you were losing that spark in your relationship, and you tried to reignite it so many times, but it was difficult due to her life as a jujutsu sorcerer. You weren't as unique as she as in that aspect, she had abilities while you were a student and only worked as a part-time associate. You knew both of you had different paths, different desires, different places to go; one life was normal yet one was dangerous and filled with life-threatening risks.

"N-No," Nobara stuttered, quickly grasping onto her phone before it fell down into her sheets. You could hear her fighting back a sob immediately, and your heart broke at the thought of her crying. "I'm sorry, am I not trying hard enough? I promise I will call you more, next weekend, I will actually come home and—"

"No, stop," you interrupted, fighting back a cry. "I have talked about this. About us. But you're too busy with the curse fighting and stuff. You and I both know we are opposite people here."

"It doesn't mean it can't work out!" Nobara cried out loud.

You gritted your teeth, wanting this moment to be over and done with. So badly, you wanted to end the call right away, but you couldn't just leave the conclusion to be empty and lost. "It's hard being away from you," you explained. "Long-distance is hard; you don't try to keep up with me in calls."

"I try to talk to you as much as I can..." she retorted.

"I don't feel the same way as I used to, Nobara," you sighed.

She was crying; of course, she was. You wanted to hug her, but you knew that you couldn't let unhappiness consume you anymore. You wanted to move on from this, and you knew it was best that the both of you moved on, really.

"I'm sorry," you said, breaking the silence.

She didn't say anything in response for a moment, but then she softly spoke, "it's okay... I love you, I always will," and then you sighed, before wishing her goodbye and that you wished that she would always be safe wherever she was.

The phone screen went black after the call ended, and then you were left with an empty heart, though you knew you had made the right choice for yourself.

Nobara found herself snapping at her classmates every now and then when they tried to have her train, even if it was a simple jog around the track or when they asked her what kind of food she wanted to eat, she'd snap at them. Though, they understood why, and even Yuji would offer to pay for her food or take her out shopping (even hold her bags for her) but she'd refuse or avoid the offer.

She'd check her phone, hoping you'd contact her but no messages or any ring of a notification. She knew it was wrong, but she'd change her ringtone to a song that reminded her of you just so she could try to feel a little close to you.

When Nobara would break down crying out of nowhere, Maki could only try to persuade her to block your number so she could move on and Inumaki only provided a bunch of back rubs as a sign of comfort. However, Nobara wished you were the one comforting her.

She still kept photos of you two together; back at her home town and that big smile on your face kept her going. Eventually, she'd realize that you made the choice for the sake of yourself, but she still missed you endlessly. Needless to say, she was still planning to find you if she ever went back to where she grew up in.

Satoru Gojo

You were dating the strongest sorcerer and you knew that would lead to consequences. But when there would be weeks of him not contacting you due to his overseas travels, it became rather difficult to keep that connection with him. Sure, he'd text you that he loved you here and there, but Satoru was quite the busy man and you accepted that, but the connection you both had was fading out.

Satoru loved you unconditionally, always wanting to call you after he completed several missions and went through multiple lessons with his students, but he fell right to sleep once he hit the bed. It left you alone at night, you trusted him, but you were slowly fading out of the feelings you had for him.

There would be a few moments here and there where he'd say he would make it to your important events, but he wouldn't come. Your dinner with your parents, one of your anniversaries, your birthday, your graduation—he was too busy with his job and his lifestyle; you understood it, but you couldn't deny that it hurt you.

Usually, he'd surprise you when he'd come home, but he'd be exhausted to do a lot of other activity unless it was sex or a small bit of cuddling. You wanted a movie night or to go out for dinner, though he didn't have enough strength for that. Sleeping in bed together was most of what you got, and it became tiring and mentally draining to not receive so much of what you had hoped for.

You felt bad; Satoru provided a lot of gifts, affection, and he comforted you even during your darkest days, but there was something missing. You wanted to reignite the feelings you had for him, but it was slowly dying out; you were both different. You couldn't see any curses, yet he was able to, and he was risking his life every second of each day; both of your paths were different, and you couldn't deny that.

"You're breaking up with me, aren't you?"

He spoke first, and with that look on your face, he got the answer already. He hoped that you weren't serious but he knew you all too well. Satoru knew that this moment was coming, and he dreaded it; he tried to avoid it, but with who he was and what he does on a daily basis, his personal life got in the way of the relationship. No matter what, he did his best, and he knew that.

"I-I'm sorry," you choked out a cry before he came up to you and then hugged you tightly, and you started to rethink your decisions, but you knew this was for the best.

"I know," Satoru sighed, fighting back his tears. "I don't want you unhappy, it pains me to see you in so much pain."

"I wish you could do more," you cried.

He sighed again, deeply this time. "I'm sorry too. I am trying. I always have."

This was a hard conversation to have and so badly, you wanted it to be over, yet you didn't. You still loved him and he loved you. He held onto you tightly, he knew how your mind worked; once you made a decision, you were going to be sure of it, and Satoru knew that as a grown adult, you were capable of making your own decisions. Still, his heart continued to pain as each second passed by.

"I'll always love you," Satoru whispered.

"I will always love you," you responded.

And this was the last time that he'd ever say these words to you, or at least he would try to keep it that way.

Satoru sat on the bleachers most of the time while his students trained and he was lost in his own thoughts. He'd think about your whereabouts and he'd have an itchy feeling in his thoughts, wondering if you were in any danger since he always came to your rescue when a curse appeared and you weren't aware of it or even when someone made you uncomfortable at a store.

He'd look at his phone, occasionally texting you if you were doing alright and the conversation was either dry or you wouldn't respond. Part of him felt childish for thinking that you'd try talking to him again, but Satoru knew that it was best for him to avoid contact with you.

Some days, Satoru was more cheerful than ever, mostly because he tried to keep up that annoying persona of himself to make his students look at him like they wanted to punch him. At least that cheered him up the slightest. But when he was out and about, either assisting his students or exorcising a curse, he'd be reminded of the little things that you liked. If a car was your favorite color, he'd think of you, or the times that you said you loved a specific pastry, and just by eating it, he'd think of the memories he had with you.

Satoru didn't want to admit it, but he'd find himself crying every so often but he didn't sob too much. He knew that it was for the best to let you go and that you made the decision to leave. Perhaps he wasn't capable of a relationship for the lifestyle he had. Though whatever it may be, his heart still tugged at the thought of you, and he yearned for a hug whenever you came across his mind—a hug from you, of course.

[johnkrrasinski]

baby, just say yes

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 3,324

Warning: fluff!! pure feelings, inaccurate depiction of middle-age relationships (?)

Summary: inspired by taylor swift’s “love story” and a bit of bridgerton. james barnes was the son of your father’s rival. what happens when two star-crossed lovers fell in love? will their love conquer their families’ bad blood?

a/n: in honour of taylor releasing re-recorded version of love story, i wanted to write something inspired by it because i’m a sucker for fairytales (HA!) i wanted to post this on valentine’s day but it turned out to be longer than i planned. also, bridgerton might have influenced some of my writing. so enjoy! reblogs and comments are always appreciated. :)

The party was in full swing as the music enlivened the masquerade revellers in ball gowns and fancy suits. You stepped into the party in your best dress with your hair half pinned up in braids. You wore your fulgent jewellery proudly, not caring what anyone thought of your confidence. As the daughter of an aristocratic family, you never once had to worry about fortune or popularity. Your father was a powerful man and everyone knew and worshipped the ground you walked on. But really, you were smart enough to know that these people were merely a bunch of bootlickers. They wished to get close to you for your wealth and repute.

The ball that was held by your father bored you. You never really liked any of his associates. You were a naturally an introvert, you preferred to be alone in your room and read books or be with your dog. However, keeping up a good appearance, well your father’s appearance, was necessary to maintain the family’s name. So you had no choice but to get up, get ready and show your face.

You greeted one of your cousins, Bella, who had come all the way from France. She looked dazzling as always. She hoped to meet a rich husband in one of these balls, but none of them had been captivated by her enough to get down on one knee. Somehow, they always turned their heads to you even when you never displayed any interest in marrying any time soon.

People were chatting, laughing and drinking left and right, some were on the hunt for a match. A few men had come up to you and asked for a dance, you always came up with a reason to dodge them. So you ran to the nearest table to get a glass of champagne. A bit of alcohol could soothe your nerves.

And then, as if the world stopped moving and time froze. A man with short dark hair and navy blue velvet suit made an entrance to the ball. He folded his hands behind him and his walk displayed confidence and power. You couldn't see his entire face for he was wearing a mask but even with only half of his face was shown, you could already tell how handsome he was. The scruff on his lower face added to his sex appeal and there was a mysterious way about him.

He walked further into the ball until his eyes found yours, and it was like the butterflies in your stomach had been possessed. He boldly made his way towards you until you were standing face to face. You could make out his features more clearly now from this proximity. You couldn't help but instantly noticed his eyes; how translucent it was, not only in the colour but also the way it spoke to your soul wordlessly. And the blue in them made you think that God created him and inspired the ocean to seize the colour. And his smell was intoxicating. He had a masculine scent to him, filling up your thoughts with obscene scenarios. It piqued your curiosity about the man behind the mask.

You were a respected woman despite your age. Not only because of your family’s power but also because you carved out your image as this ‘untouchable, implausible’ lady to any man. It would take a true magnetic man to charm you and so far, you haven't crossed paths with one yet…. Until tonight.

He broke the silence first by greeting you, “hello there, milady. Quite a warm night, isn’t it?” Oh, how his voice was making you feel things you’d never felt before. Is this what love at first sight felt like?

“Yes, milord. It truly is.” You replied in a calm manner despite the hurricane inside you.

The orchestras began playing a lively tune, inviting men and women to pair up and dance. He held out his hand for you, “may I have this dance, milady?”

He led you to the centre of the ballroom. He stood in line with other men facing their partners. They bowed their heads and so did you with other women. They held out their hands for their partners to take and began putting their hands on their partners’ shoulders and waists.

You held your breath as he laid his hand on your skin, closing the distance between the two of you. He began to take the lead as your feet were moving in sync, trying not to step on him. You had taken dancing classes before but you almost never danced in the ballroom, so you were a little nervous about forgetting the lessons you had learned in front of this beautiful man.

“I never caught your name, milady.”

“I never caught yours either.” You snarked.

“I asked you first, milady,” the smirk on his face showed his amusement.

You chuckled, “My name’s y/n.”

“Such a lovely name for a lovely lady.”

“Oh, please. Cut the coquetry, milord. Plenty of men have told me that before.”

“Oh, have they?”

The choreography made you switch partners and you danced with this stranger. He looked delighted to have a chance with you but you merely smiled politely at him, until they switched back to your previous partners.

“Did that man tell you the same thing?”

“No, but I could tell from his expression that if we had danced a little longer, he would’ve found a synonymous flattery for me.”

“Are you used to having men throw themselves at your feet?”

“Yes, milord. I eat it for breakfast.”

You danced with him a little bit more until he spoke a hushed tone, “this party bores me. Would you like to meet me in the garden once this dance is over?”

“That would be splendid.”

The dance was finished and you bowed to each other and he kissed your gloved hand. “I’ll see you in the garden in 10 minutes.” He walked past by you, brushing your shoulder with his. You turned your head in his direction, deciding whether you should hold onto your words or not. But without much thinking, you took a glass of champagne and then snuck out, avoiding your parents’ scrutiny.

You found him standing there with his hands behind his back in the middle of the garden where flowers surrounded him, making the sight seem romantic. “Are you expecting someone, milord?”

“Not anymore,” he smiled. “I’ve persuaded you into a clandestine meeting, seems like I am winning the game.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, milord. I sneak out to the garden every day. Which reminds me, I didn’t quite catch your name back there.”

“My name’s James, milady. But, you may call me Bucky.”

Your furrowed your brows in a questioning look, “Bucky?”

“Yes. My mother bestowed me that nickname and the people that are closest to me call me Bucky.”

“Hm, is this another of your flattery that I get to call you ‘Bucky’?

“Yes, milady. I don’t take a lot of women to the gardens as well, so you could say you’re pretty special.”

“Let’s see how tonight goes and I will know.”

You and James talked some more. He told you stories about his family and you told him about yours. He also opened up about how his mother died. Though he looked dejected while telling stories about her, most of the times he was charming, with and clever, making you feel at ease in his company. You had met plenty of men but none of them had made you feel as comfortable as James did. He made you laugh several times with his jokes and you exchanged thoughts about social issues such as marriage, love, children with him. You always thought you’d never marry or perhaps you’d marry in your thirties or forties but it seems as if your heart is tossing away those ideas.

You were really enjoying your time with him that there was a moment where it was just the crickets and your soft breaths. You laid your head on his shoulder as his warmth engulfed you. You nearly fell asleep until the voice of your father disrupted your moment. “Y/N!” The sounds of footsteps were approaching and then your father’s incensed face came to view. “Y/N! What do you think you are doing?!”

“Father, calm down, I was merely promenading with James.”

“Milord, forgive me. I asked for your daughter to meet me in this garden. Please, don’t rebuke her.”

“You shut your mouth, young man. I know who you are and I would never let you lay a hand on my daughter, ever again. You should be ashamed o yourself.”

“Father, what are you so furious about?”

“Don’t you know who he is, y/n?!”

“No, who is he?” You looked at James then back to your father. James looked shocked at the intrusion.

“He is the son of that bastard, George Barnes. I had told you many stories about the lies and betrayals they did years ago. I would never forget them.” Your father enunciated those words as he stared into James’ eyes.

“Is that true?”

James looked doubtful, “yes.”

You felt dizzy. The first man that had truly captured your heart was the son of your families’ number one rival. It was as if the world didn’t like the idea of you finding love.

“Y/N, I swear, on my mother’s grave that I didn’t know. I didn’t know you were-”

“You stay away from my daughter! Do you hear me? If I ever see you anywhere near her, I will kill you with my own hands.” You father grabbed your hand then dragged you back to your carriage where your mother had been waiting for you both.

You tried to free yourself out of your father’s grip but it was to no avail. You looked back at James who was still standing there one last time before the carriage took you away. You cried all the way home.

-

It’s been three days since the debacle in the garden. You didn’t regret one thing about your feelings, but you blamed the universe for the circumstances. Out of all the people in the world, why must the man that you’d been waiting for was the one you couldn’t be with?

You missed James. You missed the warmth of being in his arms, the gentleness in his eyes and the way his voice soothed you. You wanted to see him more than anything but since that night, you begged your parents to let you see James, you fought tooth and nail to make your father change his mind, but all you got was being locked in your room after you threatened them to run away from home. They even went as far as hiring a guard to stand in front of your bedroom all day.

You sat by your window, looking up at the moon in your nightgown, wondering if James was thinking of you too until your reverie was disrupted by a knocking sound on your window. You instantly looked down to see what was the cause and the sight before you blew away the dark clouds above your head. James Barnes was standing below, with pebbles in his hand.

He smiled when you saw your face and you opened your windows, “James! What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you, of course. Are you able to come down?”

“I’ll try, but be quite okay? Don’t let anyone see you.”

You opened the lock of your door as quietly as possible. It was nearing 2 AM and the guard was snoring in his seat. You minded your steps like a ninja, not wanting to cause any noise. You held your breath when he stirred in his sleep but he thankfully he didn’t wake up. So you sprinted downstairs under the darkness of your mansion.

You quietly unlocked the door of the main entrance and immediately ran to the backyard, where James was waiting for you.

“James!” You shrieked. The joy in his face was palpable, so did yours. You ran to him, lifting your nightgown so you wouldn’t stumble and jumped on him and he caught you.

“I’ve missed you, princess,” James whispered breathily while hiding his face in your shoulder.

“I’ve missed you too. How did you know where I live?”

“I got connections. I’ve spent the last three days endlessly thinking of you.”

“I haven’t thought of anything else other than you too, James.”

He smiled then kissed you deeply, pouring all his longing in the last three days for you.

James took you to the outskirts of the town and you walked hand in hand, wandering around in the night. You talked about the history of your families and how your father wouldn’t let you go out alone knowing that you would try to see him and he told his father about you and what went down in the garden. You sighed, knowing that there was no chance for you and James to be together but then a fleeting thought came.

“Let’s run away,” you recklessly uttered.

“What?” James heard every word you said, he was just taken aback by what it meant.

“Let’s just… Get out of here. We can leave at midnight, I’ll pack up my things and we can be together.”

“Y/N, we can’t.”

“Why?” You were exasperated. “Don’t you wanna be with me, James?”

“I do, however, I can’t do that to you, my love. It’s too dangerous. Your father is a powerful man, I can’t imagine what he would do to us both if he found out.”

“We can, we just have to be careful! C’mon James, I’ve felt so alone my whole life until I met you. I don’t wanna be alone anymore.”

“You won’t, darling. I promise you. I’ve got plans, okay? You just need to trust me.”

“Okay, I trust you.”

-

It had been a week since you last saw James and you were losing faith every day. You had no clue of what James was planning to do. You trusted him but you wished he had been more clear of his intentions. Now, all you could do was wait for him in silence, unable to do anything, like a kite in the wind.

“You haven’t touched your food, dear. Is everything alright?” Your mother asked from across the dining table.

“Yes, mother. I am simply not famished.”

“Eat some of your food, will you? I’d hate to see you ill.”

You wished you could sneak behind your father to vent to your mother about your feelings for James, however, you knew that your mother was loyal to your father and there was no secret between them. You used to hope that one day if you’d ever find a husband, you would have the same foundation in your marriage as your parents had, now you would be delighted if they announced their divorce so you could be free from your father.

The majordomo interrupted your dinner by informing that you had a couple of guests. By the look on your father’s face, you could tell that he wasn’t expecting any tonight, but he got up to welcome whoever was waiting outside anyway.

You heard your father’s booming voice from the dining table and you and your mother exchanged glances. You instantly followed him to see what was going on.

“You dare to show your face here after I’ve warned you of staying away from my family!”

And you stopped in your tracks when you saw James standing next to an older man facing your father. “James…”

“Y/N…” Without a second thought, you ran to him, wanting to hold and kiss him more than anything. For a second there, you forgot everyone was watching. But your father caught you and your guard held you back.

“Let go of me!”

“Now I want you out of my land and never to return or there will be a huge consequence.”

“I am here to make peace. My son told me about your daughter and I wasn’t keen on the idea of uniting our families but I am willing to try for him. Let’s end this bad blood between us, Robert. We shall not let our children suffer simply because of our pride.”

“I’d rather die than to let my your bastard of a son touch my daughter.” Your father gritted through his teeth. “Now leave or you will be removed forcibly.” Your father turned around but before he could close the door on them, James stopped him.

“I’m in love with your daughter, Sir Y/L/N.” That stopped your father in his tracks. “I have met many women yet, I have never felt this way for anyone,” James gazed into your eyes.

“In the last two weeks I have known her, I have learned that you raised a bright, courageous, loving, beautiful woman,” he paused, as if he was trying to show you the sincerity behind his confession. You didn’t realize tears have welled up in your eyes.

“From the very moment I saw her in that ball, I knew I’d live in regret if I didn’t catch her name before I leave. Your daughter stood out like a diamond in the dirt and it was an honour to held her hand while dancing. It was an honour knowing her. And it would be an honour to have her by my side until the end of my life,” He paused. “I know I am undeserving of your daughter but I will never let her doubt that she is loved and she deserves everything good I could offer.”

A single tear cascaded down your cheek. “So, Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” He moved closer toward you, and your father was left speechless by James’ words. James got down on his knee and presented a velvet box with a gleaming diamond ring inside it.

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes, thousand times yes.” James put the ring on your finger and you jumped on him and he caught you. For a minute there you forgot that there was still an unresolved animosity between your families, though your mother had a huge smile on her face and she nearly teared up at the sight of her daughter being so in love. George Barnes was smiling ear to ear as well, looking so proud of his son.

He thought that with his son’s reputation of being a rake, he would never settle. But he finally found his match and though he didn’t take it so pleasantly at first, James talked it out to him and George learned to be happy and accept it. George recalled the moment he fell in love with Winnifred, she didn’t come from an aristocratic family. She was merely a singer and his family didn’t approve but he opposed them and married her anyway until they had James. George also hoped that their marriage could end the bad blood between him and your father.

James set you back on the floor and you looked at your father. “Father? I love him and I may never fall in love again. Please, let me be with him. If you love me, you won’t stand in the way.” Your father was baffled, but the resentment in his eyes had softened. “Do you really want to spend the rest of your life waiting for me to find someone to marry and keeping enemies? I’m marrying him whether you approve or not. But I wouldn’t want you to be absent from my wedding.”

Your father sighed, “are you happy?”

“More than I have ever been.”

“Then I suppose, I shall put my pride aside for the one person I love the most in the world.”

“Thank you, father.” You hugged him and he kissed the top of your head.

You grew up being cynical toward fairytales, but for once in your life, you believe that you have found your fairytale ending.

[deanandthephantoms]

We're a Perfect Harmony PT.3 - Reader x Charlie

This is Chapter 3 of my Perfect Harmony story. You can read Chapter 1 here and Chapter 2 here if you haven't yet. In this chapter we'll see what life after camp is like for y/n and Charlie.. Enjoy!

Missing you more than i should..

When I got home I was overwhelmed by the amount of silence in my home. I used to love being home, curling up on the couch watching a movie or reading a book in silence. I hated loud, crowded places and now I actually missed it? What happened to me? Who am I?! I thought to myself..

“Y/N is that you?” I heard my mom call out from the living room. “Hi mom!” i said while walking up to her and giving her a big hug. “How are you doing honey? How was it?” I hadn’t really spoken to my mom at all during the week, I had let her know once that I was doing alright and that was basically it. “It was incredible mom. I had the best group of people surrounding me..” and so I told her everything about my new group of friends and everything we had done during the week.. “Thanks for making me go mom.” “You’re glowing Y/N! I’m so happy you had such a good time. I honestly felt bad for making you go when I saw how nervous you were.” “yeah.. I kind of hated you for that.. but I guess sometimes mom really does know best.” After talking to my mom I decided to lay down for a bit all those late night chill sessions with Charlie and a night of not sleeping at all was really taking it’s toll, I don’t think I had ever been this tired before. I fell asleep with a smile on my face only to wake up the next freaking day at 10am. I slept for 15 hours I really had been tired.. I picked up my phone to see I was indeed added to the girls group chat, I was also in a chat with our entire camp group and Charlie had , like he promised, sent me a private text. Seeing that put a smile on my face. Now I know what you’re thinking.. but I really just liked him as a friend that’s all. I opened his message.

“Good morning Nugget! On a scale of 1 to 100% dead.. how tired are you?” I raised my eyebrow at the nugget part, no idea where that was coming from. Without hesitation I replied.. “ Hellllooooo! Nugget? What’s up with that? Very bold of you to assume that I was even tired to begin with by the way.. but to answer your question, I have slept for 15 hours.. that says something doesn’t it?” I was about to put my phone down assuming Charlie would take his sweet time to reply. But no. the 3 dots that told me he was typing appeared almost instantly and  seconds later this popped up on my screen; “15 HOURS?! Really? Are you sure you weren’t dead and came back to life or something? I thought I was bad with my 12 hours.. I’m blaming you for the fact I’m so tired by the way.” He’s blaming me?! Excuse me? “Pardon? What? What did I do?!” “You kept me up till at least 3am every night only to be woken up again at 7am.. i’ve never been so tired coming home after camp. So yes I’m blaming you Nugget.” “The nugget again? Really? Anyway. I’m not sorry. You kept ME up actually. I’m blaming you Charlie.” “Yes Nugget. You mentioned once you like nuggets. I’m calling you nugget now. You can’t stop me. Oh and I’m not sorry either 😉” “Riiight. Don’t expect me to start calling you after one of your gross foods.. but all jokes aside, i’m glad you’re not sorry. I mean, all those late nights might be one of my favorite things of last week.”  “Really? I genuinely thought I annoyed the shit out of you.” That text made me laugh. “Don’t get your hopes up Gillespie. You sure did. Apparently you’re just the type of guy who gets away with it.” I teased. “Ouch.. that hurt. :( “ is all I got as a reply. Which caused my brain to go in full panic mode, did I just really hurt my new friend? Oh god what if this ruined it all? As fast I could I sent him “I’m sorry! I’m just kidding! You know that right?! You didn’t annoy me at all dude, in fact you did the opposite you made me feel super chill and comfortable..” I stared at my screen for what felt like hours, in reality it was probably more like 5 minutes but I got no reply..

I sighed deciding to ignore my own stupid actions I got up from my bed and went downstairs making myself some breakfast. Sitting down at the table I actually found myself missing the man that had sat opposite of me the entire week. I was missing the man that made me feel sick with his strange food combinations. Missing the man that called me out for looking dead after 3 hours of sleep. Missing the man that annoyed me with how loud he was so early in the morning. Don’t get me wrong I missed the others as well they had all, in their own way, made that week a very good week for me. I had just connected with Charlie in a different way, he seemed to really get me, he understood where I was coming from. He had not once judged me, he made me come out of my comfort zone.. My phone buzzed on the table, my hand flew straight to it and picked it up only to see Charlie had replied. I felt my heart speed up and started feeling very nervous. Why was this happening? why was i scared for his reply? We had been teasing each other right from the start. This could not have been so bad that I ruined everything, right?!

With a deep sigh I opened our chat back up. “Y/N calm down. I know. I was just kidding too! Good to know I made you feel that way though. You do realize you did the same for me right? You made me feel better when I was feeling down. I really appreciate that.” I couldn’t help but let out a big sigh of relief. Thank god everything was alright. Why did I care so much? I had known this man for 8 days. Why was I already so afraid of ruining this friendship? “Charlie, I swear to god, you can never do that to me again! I thought I ruined it all..” I typed, but deleted. I didn’t want him to know a simple joke made me go into full panic mode, he’ll think I’m crazy.. so instead I went with “ha-ha, very funny Gillespie. And hey, cheering each other up, that’s what friends are for right? 😊” “Yeah definitely. You didn’t have to do that though, you barely knew me. Yet seemed to know me better than the people I’ve known for years. You noticed things others didn’t notice or they just decided to ignore it. You didn’t. You’re a good friend Nugget. I’m thankful for getting a chance to meet and know you.”

Reading that made me feel al warm and fuzzy inside I just sat there at the kitchen table with a dumb goofy smile on my face. That’s when my mom walked in. “What are you smiling about?” “ohhh nah it’s nothing.” I simply replied, hoping my mom would buy it. Too bad for me my mom knew me longer than today. “It’s a boy, isn’t it?” “Mom! I.. eeh.. no?.. I mean.. well technically.. Yes. But no. Charlie is just a friend mom.” And I truly believed I felt that way, my mom clearly didn’t though ..”oh alright, well we’ll see.” She replied. Before leaving me once again to get back to her office. I directed my attention back to the screen “You’re a good friend too Charlie. I’m thankful my mom made me go to camp. Thankful I now can call a few amazing people my new friends. I really miss you guys. Is that weird?” “Thank your mom from me for making you go! 😉 And no, that’s not weird. We all feel that way after camp. Don’t worry the feeling will vanish over time and we’ll keep in touch through texts and facetime!” “Facetime huh? Why don’t we facetime later, you can thank my mom yourself haha!” i texted half jokingly but Charlie seemed to think it was a good idea. We kept sending text to each other the rest of day and I noticed I was looking forward to seeing his face again. I missed his bright smile, his facial expressions that said everything for me. His eyes that showed he was fully invested in whatever you’re telling him. I missed his hugs. They really were the best hugs I had ever had. I sighed at the thought of having to miss those for a whole year.. Can’t exactly hug through facetime, can you?

Later that night Charlie called me on facetime, accepting his call I saw his bright smile pop up on my screen. “Nuggeeettt!” he screamed at me sounding all excited. I couldn’t help but instantly feel happy and laugh at him. I refused to get used to that nickname but also decided not to fight him on it tonight. “Gillespieeeeeeee!” I just screamed back at him earning a big smile in return. “Soo, first things first, get me to your mom, I need to thank her.” “Your wish is my command sir!” I reply as I get up from my bed to find my mom. I find her in the livingroom on the couch. “Hey mom, Charlie wants to tell you something” I say while handing her the phone. “Hello Mrs.Y/L/N!” “Ah, so you’re Charlie! I’ve already heard quite a bit about you.” If looks could kill I would have killed my own mom right then and there.. “Yes.. that would be me. I just wanted to thank you for sending your daughter to camp. She has been a good friend to all of us.” My mom laughed “You’re welcome dear. Thank you for doing the same to her” My mom then handed me my phone back. Giving her one last glare I make my way back to my bedroom. “Sorry about that..” I say to Charlie while walking upstairs. “Sorry for what? Your mom seems lovely. No need to be sorry.” Thankful for the fact he apparently did not pick up on the whole ‘heard quite a bit about you.’ I let out big breath I apparently had been holding in.

I sat back down on my bed and luckily for me Charlie had grabbed his guitar “so. How about we continue our little tradition of singing? Name a song and we’ll sing it.” He said with the biggest smile. I was just glad I did not have to explain why I apologized and quickly started thinkin of a song. “Do you know High hopes by Kodaline? It’s not the happiest song, but it’s sooo good!” “I’m kind of offended by the fact you’re even asking me if I know it.. It’s actually one of the first songs I learned to play on this guitar.” And before I could apologize for offending him I heard the first chords of High hopes being played. As if we were still on camp we sang a few songs, granted it didn’t go as smooth thanks to delay in the video and such but still it was nice. After a few songs I heard my mom come up and calling out a good night. “Char.. I think I’m gonna have to go. My mom is going to bed so you know I gotta be quiet now…” “Nooo! don’t hang up just yet. We can still just talk for a bit right?” I was caught of guard by his plea for me to stay. “I, eh. Yeah. Yeah we can. Of course we can. Give me a second though. I’m gonna change into my PJ’s.” and with that I threw my phone on the bed, grabbing my oversized Rush t-shirt that basically functioned as a sleeping dress. “Nice ceiling you’ve got there nugget.” I heard Charlie call out. Giving him a chuckle as response. Once I changed into my PJ’s I picked my phone up and brought Charlie with me to the bathroom. “Loving the house tour Y/N, where are we going now?” “To the bathroom. I need to brush my teeth.” “oh right let me go do the same!” and he sprinted of with me to his own bathroom. About a minute later we were brushing our teeth together. causing us both to giggle at each others charming facial expressions.

After I was done I went back to my bedroom and crawled into bed making myself comfortable. “sooo I assume you don’t want to be here when I go pee right?” “Eeew Charles! No. Either hang up the phone or put me somewhere far away!” He laughed at me “Yeah thought so.  I’m not hanging up so let me just put you down on my bed.” “ Oof.. That also sounds a bit strange sir.. But sure. You do that.” “kinda does, doesn’t it?” he laughed “Okay, I’ll be back, don’t go anywhere.” And with that I was staring at Charlie’s ceiling waiting for him to come back.. which he did incredibly quickly.

Crawling into his own bed he picked me up only to instantly put me back down again."You actually waited for me!" He said while I could see him taking off his shirt nothing I had not seen before but still a sight I sure was not mad about. “of course i waited, why would i leave without saying goodbye?” i reply before Charlie fell back down on the bed and picked me back up, trying to get comfortable he was tossing and turning a bit. “You alright there, Charlie?” I said half teasingly. “Yeah, quite comfortable actually. You? I really like your shirt by the way.” Why did I feel myself starting to blush? Acting as if nothing was happening to me I replied in my chillest and coolest way; “Yeah I’m alright. Very comfortable as well actually. Nothing beats sleeping in your own bed right?” “I don’t know about that nugget, I could think of a thing or two I totally would pick over sleeping in my own bed.” “Really like what?” When I see a mischievous smile appear on his face i’m suddenly scared of the answer I’m about to get. “Oh you know..” He falls silent with that same damn smile on his face. When I raise an eyebrow at him he continues; . “You know, Sleeping in a tent at festivals, or just camping with some friends in a beautiful piece of nature or something.” i let out a sigh of relief “oh righttt. Yeah i’m fully on board with all of that.”

Charlie and I talked for another hour while we we’re both laying in our beds. At some point I felt my eyes getting heavier and heavier, and I kept fighting it as hard as I could. I was enjoying this conversation way too much for me to go to sleep now. I totally believed I was hiding it from Charlie as well. I clearly didn’t though..“Hey Y/N?” “Mhhmm?” “You’re about to fall asleep aren’t you?” I’m silent for a while now really almost falling asleep. “Goodnight nugget.” I suddenly hear Charlie say softly. That wakes me back up a bit. “NO!” I clear my throat before continuing “I mean.. no I’m not tired..” “Oh really you’re not tired huh?” Charlie starts to imitate the way I had been acting and reacting the last 20 minutes. “okay okay Fine. Stop it Gillespie. You win, Nighty night Charles.” “night night Y/N. Talk to you again tomo.. well in a few hours,” He gives me one last sweet smile before I close my eyes and I hear Charlie hang up the phone right as I’m about to fall asleep. 

Charlie and I kept in contact like that every single day. We didn’t start our day without wishing each other a good morning and refused to go to bed without wishing each other a goodnight and giving each other a virtual hug. During our schooldays we took every free second to text and we made sure to hype each other up when something important had to be done. Late nights were still being made but the few hours of sleep never seemed to bother me. I was basically running on 4 to 5 hours of sleep each day and was doing just fine. i didn’t even come close to feeling tired and was ready to do it all over again the next day. Months passed spending my time just like that..

I had been in contact with all of them on the regular and today i was actually meeting up with Madison who lived somewhat close to me. I was so excited to see her again. We had agreed to meet at a train station and that’s where I was now waiting for her to arrive. Y/N! I hear Madison yell out. I look in the direction the voice was coming from, I see Madison and run up to her to embrace her in a hug. "Madiiiiii! I missed you! How youu doing?" I let go of her and she laughs at me. "How you doin? Charlie, is that you? " Leaving no room for me to defend myself she continues "kidding, I'm great! How are youu giiirl?" while catching up on how life has been we walk to the restaurant where we had made lunch reservations.

“Sooo” Madison said once we were sat at our table. “ Soo.. what?” i asked the girl who was grinning at me. “ Sooo what’s up with you and Charlie?” i give her a confused look.”What do you mean? We’re friends, Mads. You already knew that though..” Madi laughs at me. “ Really Y/N? That’s all you’re giving me? I know you and Charlie have been talking pretty much non-stop..” I can feel the blood flowing to my cheeks when I say “Well yeah, yeah we have. And yes I have enjoyed every minute of that. But that doesn’t mean anything is going on between us. We just get along very well. Besides, he’s still with Emma so I’m sorry to disappoint you but we’re just friends..” Madi just looks at me for a while before a smile spreads on her face.” What?” I ask her. “ You like him.” She simply states with the biggest smile.” What?! Mads I just told you..” I blurt out a little too loud and a little too fast to actually be somewhat convincing.. causing Madison to laugh at me again. “ Girl you soooo do! ���

By now I feel like I'm looking like a tomato, bright red, and i don’t even know why. I truly believed I liked Charlie as a friend, nothing more nothing less. Sure he was the sweetest man i had ever met and sure he believed in me like no one had ever done. and yes we had this incredible connection and were on the same wavelength on so many topics. Yes he got me, yes I felt safe enough to fully be myself and fully be honest with him about everything. aaaand yes he was goood looking. But i didn’t like him like that. I Couldn’t. He was with Emma. Me and him were just friends. I would not let myself get a crush on this guy. It would ruin everything. “ Look Mads. I’m not gonna lie. I do miss hanging out with him in real life and Charlie does make me very happy. But i don’t like him like that. He’s just a good friend to me.” Madison clearly was not convinced.”Sure, keep telling yourself that Y/N.”

And I did. In the following weeks I kept telling myself I didn't like him. I just missed him that was all. The more I talked to Charlie and the more the girls teased me about liking him the less I started to believe my own excuses. Untill the day i couldn’t deny it any longer. I totally liked Charlie more than a friend..

- read chapter 4 here

[xpao-bearx]

Part 1 HERE

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"Heavenly Sins"

Part 2

After your little spiel, you haven't spoken to Negan since then. But on the way home after church, you passed by his house and found him tinkering away on his motorcycle (which you previously learned he interestingly named Lucille) in the garage. Not being able to help yourself, you paused in your tracks and just curiously watched him for a while.

His leather jacket was off, revealing a plain white t-shirt. The shirt was quite tight, and you noted how it perfectly hugged the taut muscles of his chest. Your eyes then slowly trailed to his toned arms, adorned by tattoos you wished you had a better look at. He stopped briefly, placing his tools down before grabbing the hem of his shirt and wiping the sweat on his forehead.

You didn't even think twice as your eyes dropped, hyperfocused on his abs. He wasn't the buffest guy out there, but he was lean and fit and--to put it bluntly--hot. A part of you screamed bloody murder to get a grip on yourself, to just turn your stiff body around and proceed on home. But another part completely squashed down those protests without even a fight; as if your pathetic excuse of a resolve wasn't even meant in the first place.

"Take a goddamn picture, darlin'. It'll last longer."

Your head snapped up, meeting the tantalizing hazel stare of Negan. His lips were curled in a smug smirk, and nevermore in your entire life have you wanted to both slap and kiss someone so badly.

But you only clicked your tongue, shooting him a sharp glare before (at last!) turning and walking away as you hid your blush. In the distance, his amused chuckle begrudgingly sounded like the sweetest fucking music to your ears.

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You woke up at 7:05 a.m. like you typically did the next morning, Monday. It was the dawn of a new week, and while most people dreaded it you actually didn't mind it so much. You had your job to thank for that.

Sure, it wasn't always easy, but it was worth it in the end. You loved teaching and spending time with the children, and you were even more ecstatic since you knew Judith was going to be at the daycare.

As you finished eating breakfast and preparing for the day, you grabbed your bag then went out the door. You opted to walk again today, the weather far too beautiful to miss plus the daycare really wasn't that far away.

Eventually arriving at your destination, you approached the daycare building's doors with a little spring in your step. Once inside, a young woman with her blonde hair high in a ponytail smiled and waved.

"Hi, Y/N! Goodmorning!" Beth Greene greeted energetically.

"Morning, Beth." You chuckled, the girl's radiant smile infectious. You've known Beth for some time now, especially since the Greenes were one of the oldest families in Alexandria and they were well respected. But you got along best with Beth, you thought she was the friendliest and she was also the latest hire of the daycare.

Stashing your bag away in your personal locker, you fixed yourself up a bit before getting your nametag and sticking it on your top. Looking up at the wall clock, you read that it was 7:50 a.m. Perfect, just in time for the kids' drop-offs.

You waited outside with Beth and the rest of the daycare workers, until finally the parents started rolling in. It was the usual; some of the children were wailing, snot snivelling down their nose as their embarrassed parents tried to tug them away from clinging onto their legs. You could only offer a sympathetic smile as you tried to help, while other children were much more relaxed and didn't even spare a second glance at their parents as they were dropped off.

"Well, that's about all of them." Beth piped up.

"Wait, we're still waiting for Judith." You said, searching for the toddler. "Rick said she'd be here."

Beth checked her watch, her brows creasing a little in worry. "That's odd. Sheriff Grimes is never late when he's dropping Judith off."

Just as she said that, there was a honk that disrupted the peace. You and Beth both spotted a crying Judith being held by Lori, the woman appearing utterly exhausted before her eyes locked with yours and didn't waste another second dashing towards you.

"Please don't run when you're holding Judith. Also, no honking is allowed on the premises." It was hard for you to keep the malice out of your voice, but you mentally gave yourself a pat on the back since you miraculously managed to not make it sound the worst it could get.

Lori raised a brow at you, but only handed Judith over to you. Judith immediately quieted down when she saw it was you, you cooing gently at her as she giggled and snuggled up comfortably against your chest.

"Rick will be picking her up later." Was all Lori said, pressing a quick peck on Judith's curly little head before parting ways. As Lori rushed back to the car, you saw Shane in the driver's seat shamelessly attack her neck with fervent kisses and you couldn't restrain an eyeroll.

"Fucking bitch..." You grumbled.

"Uh-oh. Bad!" Judith giggled again, clapping her hands gleefully.

"Right, right. Bad. Don't copy me, okay?" You laughed, completely forgetting about your aggravation as you rubbed your nose with Judith's and went inside.

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The rest of the day rolled along splendidly. No one threw a tantrum and for the most part, all the kids properly shared the wide assortment of toys and even did their activities orderly and on time. So, you decided to indulge them with a small yet much sought after reward.

Painting.

When it comes down to children, painting can be utter chaos. But you figured since they were being so good, you'd allow it. At the daycare you worked in, painting was quite a rare occurrence and that only solidified how much the kids adored it.

Once the materials were set out, it was a dizzying flurry of excited hands grabbing anything it could latch on to. As the kids went about doing their creative business, you found Judith all alone sitting in the corner playing around with some blocks.

"Whatcha doin' there, Judi?" You asked, sweetly calling out her nickname. "You don't wanna paint?"

"I wanna, but not with papers." She replied, shaking her head.

"Oh? Then where do you wanna paint?"

"I wanna paint on faces, but no one wants me to!"

"If that's the case, then I'd be more than happy to let you paint my face." You smiled.

"Really?!" Judith's whole face lit up, jumping up and wrapping her tiny arms around you as tightly as she could. "Thank youuu!"

You chuckled, ruffling her hair and watching as she happily gathered some paint and brushes.

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It was finally the end of a long day, and your face felt a bit itchy from the paint Judith put on you. But it didn't matter; as long as the little girl was happy, it was the best damn day ever.

You were holding Judith's hand as you waited outside for Rick to pick her up, and once he came up with his car Judith beamed.

"Daddy!"

"Hello, sweetheart. Did you have a nice day?" His face looked tired, his greying beard making him appear slightly older than he really was, but his smile was genuine as he carried Judith in his strong arms.

"The bestest! Y/N lemme paint her face!"

"She did, huh? What did you pai--oh my god."

You bursted into laughter at his reaction, flashing him a toothy grin. "In the words of Judi: You're a pretty tiger! Grr!"

"Now that you mention it, I can see it." Rick joined in your laughter, nodding his head. "Looks like we've got a talented lil artist in our hands!"

"Daddy, I wanna paint your face next! You can be daddy tiger and Y/N can be mommy!" Judith proclaimed.

You and Rick flushed pink at the same exact time, but Rick was quick to clear his throat and change the topic. "A-Anyways, Y/N, how 'bout me and the kids give you a ride? Thank you for today, by the way."

"No problem, and sure! Thanks so much."

As you settled in the passenger's seat, two hands covered your eyes from behind. "Guess who~?"

"Hmm..." You hummed, making a show of thinking. "Are you an elf?"

"No!" The hands were removed, Carl popping his head out from the backseat to look at you as he laughed. "It's me!"

"Oh, sorry! You're just so short, I thought you were an elf." You teased good naturedly.

Carl huffed, sticking his tongue out at you. "Y'know, in a few years, I'll be way taller than you!"

Once Rick was done buckling Judith into her carseat, he took his place in the driver's seat and drove out of the premises. You just talked about anything that came to mind: work, the weather, Alexandria's local shops, etc. To anyone else, maybe it seemed like regular boring conversation. But speaking with Rick was truly one of the highlights of any of your days. He was extremely easy to talk to, and he never failed to cheer you up. And it was obvious Rick was the same. He was allowed to simply be himself around you; to loosen up, momentarily forget about the stress and sometimes even the woes that came along with being the town's upstanding sheriff.

As you were nearing your home, Carl decided to cut in.

"Y/N, can we stay at your house? It's been a while since we had a sleepover." Carl asked, his baby blue eyes identical to Rick's alight with hope.

It wouldn't be the first time Rick and the kids would be staying over. You were very close to the Grimes family, sometimes even almost considering them as your own. You didn't mind it. Since you lived alone, it can get pretty lonely. And having people around surely brightened up the house and made you keep your sanity.

"I don't mind, but you gotta ask your dad." You chuckled.

Carl turned to Rick, pouting and giving his best puppy dog eyes. Rick rolled his eyes, but couldn't suppress an inkling of a smile.

"Yeah, yeah. But let me drop you and Judith off with Y/N first. I'll be back, I just need to get some extra clothes and essentials."

"YAY!" Carl cheered, Judith following suit as they both raised their arms and hollered.

"You're so whipped for them." You laughed, shaking your head as you looked at Rick.

"I ain't denying that." He sighed dramatically, grinning.

[george-fabian-weasley]

Four Musketeers pt. 1; One Day

—The One who Never Notices—

Summary: The One who Never Notices. Your first love. Your first pain. Fred Weasley.

Words: 4,405 words

Warnings ⚠ : Just pure, raw angst, heartbreak, one sided relationship (sort of), 3 years of insufferable crush

Disclaimer: It's hard to capture 3 years worth of feelings in words. And I was surprised at it being only 4K, I could've sworn it felt like 7K or something. This is my story, based on my real life pathetic almost-love story, so please enjoy crying :) Listen to One Day too while reading, it's the best song I could find that really described my feelings towards the guy 2 years ago.

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enjoy!

Loud giggles erupted from upstairs, you softly smiled at the sound of your daughter. Her boyfriend had come over to hang out, and she was smiling the whole day. You then heard the sound of feet stepping down the stairs, peeking your head through the kitchen to see the boy who managed to capture her heart leaving.

"Goodbye!" You bid, the young man turned and smiled politely to you; bidding goodbye as well, and left.

A while later, your teenage daughter, Dian came down; kissing your cheek as she passed you by and went to the fridge.

"That's early of him," You chirped, yet your eyes were still on the halfway sweater you're knitting at your lap. Dian smiled, "Yeah, he had some errands to do. When is Dad coming home again?"

You paused the knitting, looking at your 16-year-old child, "Around Tuesday, I think. Why? You want to sleepover at his house?"

Dian made a disgusted face and laughed, "No, I'm just asking. It's been quite a while since we've had dinner with Dad."

You nodded in understanding, your husband has been busy lately, always Apparating here and there for his job.

"Say, mum," Dian suddenly said. You hummed, the knitting continued. Although you have magic, sometimes you want to do it with your own hands, the calming after effect is just surreal.

"Can you tell me one more time about the Four Musketeers?"

She was now sitting down on one of the stools of the kitchen counter, her palms became the resting place for her chin as her elbows plopped to the surface of the counter. You chuckled in disbelief, "Darling dear, you've heard the story a thousand times now haven't you?"

She whined, "But every time you tell it, there's something new! Oh, come on mum, please!"

You scoffed in disbelief, "And what's with the 'Four Musketeers' name? As far as I remember, those boys are not musketeers." You chuckled.

Dian gave you a toothy grin, "A little nickname won't hurt. They were your high school sweethearts after all."

"Ah, Ah," You wagged a finger before her, "They were not my sweethearts, you know that. They were just... my almost love stories."

Dian rolled her eyes playfully, "Same difference, mum! Come on, tell the story please!"

You sighed, stopping the knit. With a quiet whish of your wand, the knitting equipment cleaned themselves up to the upper cabinet. With another flick of your wand, two cups of tea appeared in front of you, Dian quickly grabbed hers.

"Well, which one do you want to hear first?" You said, lazily smiling at your beautiful daughter. Dian smiled in victory, and quickly said, "From the beginning to the end, please."

You rolled your eyes playfully, a soft smile on your lips, "Oh, alright."

"The One who Never Notices it is."

— Hogwarts, 1991

You were fourteen, he was fifteen.

And at fifteen, Fred Weasley was already famous for being a cheeky prankster along with his twin brother, George. Somehow before that, you've never heard of his name before.

Being so young and naive, his wild personality had attracted your attention. It all started during the joint Potions class between the Fourth Years and the Fifth Years, due to some reasons Professor Snape made that you had no recall of.

You were assigned a temporary seat next to him on the first day of the class, to see the compatibility of the two years together. You were shy and naive, and he was cheeky and friendly.

"Hey, how are you doing? The name's Weasley, Fred Weasley." He said cheerfully with a large smile, his short red hair was heavily distracting, yet you managed to introduce yourself politely; the fear of sitting next to a senior was... big.

That was all you had as a conversation, as Snape rearranged the class back, one side was the Fourth Years, and the Fifth Years at the other.

It was the first time a senior had been so friendly to you. Especially a well-known one.

You find yourself being attracted to him, despite the lack of conversation you had. You barely knew Fred, you didn't know anything about him. But you were head over heels for the boy.

It was Christmas when you found the courage to ask him something. You were nervous the whole day long, jittery of your newfound feelings for the boy.

Fred Weasley was... in your eyes, perfect.

You found him in the Great Hall playing with his brother George, smiling widely. The smile caused a leap in your heart, and you find your hands getting sweaty.

He noticed you, and his wide smile reduced to a smaller one, "Hello there,"

You shyly smiled and cleared your throat, "Hello Fred," His grin became toothy as he heard you roll out his name, "What do you need?"

You looked down, nervous.

"Um, my mum sent me a muggle camera here as a birthday gift. So I was wondering if we could... Um..." You trailed off, the redness of your face was terribly evident.

"Oh, you want to take a picture with me?"

You looked up to him; he was a tad taller than you, and gave him a hopeful look, "If that's completely fine with you, of course."

He nodded almost instantly, his wide smile back on his lips, "Wicked! I've always wanted to see how muggle cameras work!"

You took the camera leash that was hanging around your neck and giddily explained to George what to do.

"Quite offended you didn't want to take a picture with me, eh?" George teased you, and you blushed, "You can join, of course! Really, I don't mind."

"Wicked." Was all George said before calling out his older brother, Percy Weasley; the Gryffindor prefect and briefly explained what to do.

You were placed between Fred and George, Fred at your right, and George at your left. Other students were glancing at you weirdly, unaccustomed to the camera culture.

Flashes came and you smiled, wanting to look pretty so that you can see them back home later. When Percy lowered down the camera to look at the results, you turned to the twins, "Thank you."

They smiled, "Not a problem. Say, why do you want a picture with us?"

"Um... It's for... My scrapbook! It's a journal about my school years, and knowing you two as the pranksters of Hogwarts, I need to at least have evidence I knew you two."

There was no scrapbook; although a good idea when you thought back about it.

"Brilliant! Do you mind if we have some for ourselves? Dad will be so excited to see us using muggle cameras." George said, his eyes twinkling in excitement.

You nodded profusely, wanting to please the twins to get on their good side, and possibly... get noticed by Fred. "Absolutely, go ahead. I'll owl you the prints later."

Christmas holidays went by fast, and it's school time again. You've kept your promise, and sent the prints to the Weasley house with your owl. You printed extra copies of them, blushing profusely at you and Fred, completely ignoring poor George at your other side.

Innocent love, it was.

Throughout your fifth year, whenever you bumped into Fred, you shyly waved at him, or smiled in his direction. He would surely do the same, but then that was it. You weren't sure what you were to him, are you friends? Acquaintances?

Even so, your feelings for him were strong.

The way you blush whenever you think of him, the way all of your friends knew of your big crush on him, the way whenever he walks by, you gave him your prettiest smile.

The way you were helplessly in love with a boy you barely knew. So you did something, something that you had never thought you would do.

You were fifteen, he was sixteen, when you confessed.

That day changed your life. You couldn't really say what it was that day, but it was absolutely dreadful. You couldn't even remember that day that your young heart was broken so early.

All you remember was, his face forming a frown, him taking a few steps back, him avoiding your eyes, him saying with a cold voice, "I'm not ready for a relationship."

"I'm sorry."

And him treating you differently from then on.

"I'm fine, guys, really!" You said to your friends with a wide smile when you got back to your dorm that night, but when they saw through you, your lips began to quiver and the bridge of tears began cascading down your cheeks.

From then on, you began to avoid him. Whenever you saw Fred, you would turn the other way or just pass by him like he was another student walking around the hallway.

But you knew he's not.

During the sixth month of your fifth year, you heard it. The word from student to student. The word that broke you so deeply.

"Fred Weasley and Angelina are dating!"

"I'm not ready for a relationship." His words echoed through your mind. It echoed in your mind the whole day long, you couldn't focus on the classes that day, zoning out every now and then.

You excused yourself from Professor Flitwick's class to go to the bathroom, suddenly the air in there felt stuffy and you couldn't breathe. Walking to the nearest bathroom, you kept your head down low. A headache was coming at you, looks like even your brain is tired of the echoing words of Fred Weasley.

And then you looked up. And there they are, in shining glory.

He was looking at her in pure adoration, the same look he gave you in your dreams only. A soft blush rested on his cheeks, his lips were constantly a soft smile. She was leaning against the wall, and he was in front of her. She was smiling, he was grinning.

He looked so... happy. So different from the frown on his face and the cold voice he gave you a few months ago.

So. So different.

He's not unready for a relationship, he's just not ready for a relationship with you.

Your heart plummeted to the ground, suddenly the stuffy air from Flitwick's classroom attacked you in the middle of the hallway. You bit your tongue hard, not wanting to show them your vulnerable side, if they noticed you anyway.

Your feet that were glued onto the ground just a few seconds ago moved backwards. Similar to when Fred walked a few steps back that day.

You couldn't cry, you couldn't find the strength to do so.

It hurt.

It hurt but you couldn't cry.

You... You felt numb.

Leaving the hallway behind, you began walking. And walking. The pain in your heart turned into anger. Slowly, shifting the sadness in your heart into pure anger towards the tall ginger.

'He hurt me. He lied to me. He played me.'

The pace of your walk quickened. You were walking, then jogging, then in full speed running across the hallway. You didn't care where your legs took you, you just ran.

You ran, and ran, and ran until your legs gave out. An abandoned classroom right in front of you. You entered without a second wasted, quickly casting on a silencing charm to make the room soundproof.

And you scream.

You screamed and screamed and screamed until your throat hurt. You kicked every single abandoned desk there was, throwing your anger and stress towards the static objects.

And when your throat croaked in pain, that's when the urge to cry resurfaced.

At fifteen, you cried for a boy who you barely knew, but you dearly loved.

You didn't realize you've spent a few hours there, so when you got out of the classroom, it was already dark. So you walked back to your common room with aching legs, bloated eyes, and a heavy, but lighter than before heart.

Took you a few weeks, really, to get used to seeing Fred and Angelina everywhere attached by the hip to each other. Whenever they're around, your friends would shoot you a glance, making sure you're okay. You would usually glance at the couple, shrugged, and continued laughing with your friends.

It still hurt, you're just better at hiding it.

Halloween came along and Hogwarts did a Halloween party where everyone dressed up as something. You were the photographer of the night, bringing the muggle camera.

That same camera from Christmas.

You shrugged off the thought and began your work. Quite a lot of people actually threw their best efforts into their outfits. Oliver Wood dressed as a zombie Quidditch player, his makeup was done quite nicely.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione dressed as the Three Musketeers with their cute fake swords and fake mustaches. You took plenty of pictures of them fooling around, it was fun on your part as well.

While taking pictures of Neville being a scarecrow, someone called you through the loud music. You looked around and saw George waving at you.

You walked to him, smiling at his Frankenstein's monster outfit, "Do you want me to take a picture of you?" You offered, and he nodded before he furrowed his eyebrows at you, "Oh hey, you're the one from Christmas last year!"

You smiled, although a bit bitterly this time, "Yes, that's me."

"Dad was fascinated by the pictures, by the way, thanks a lot!" George said, smiling the whole time. Your smile became more genuine and shook your head, "It's nothing, really. Do you want me to take pictures of you, Mr. Frankenstein?" You chuckled at your little joke and he laughed a bit as well.

"Absolutely, let me call Fred for a bit. He's dressing as Dr. Frankenstein!" He said excitedly and turned around, your smile drained so fast. You quickly put on your Grim Reaper mask to hide your face.

There is no bloody way you're going to let him see you.

Wait.

Why are you hiding?

You blinked. You've done nothing wrong to him, it's just a confession and he rejected you, so what? Everyone gets rejected once in a while, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's not like you'll be tossed to Azkaban if you show yourself.

'Huh, make sense.' You thought as you pulled back the mask to the top of your head. You're right, you've done nothing wrong. It's not like you'll fall for him again once you saw his face-

Oh Bloody Merlin.

Fred Weasley came into your vision, smiling widely to his brother. He was dressed up as Dr. Frankenstein, with his hair dyed black and spiked and he had goggles on the top of his head, wearing the white scientist suit with black rubber gloves and boots.

Your breath stopped. It's been a while since you've properly seen him, courtesy to avoiding to look at him ever since the incident.

You snapped away your thoughts fast, putting on your professional stance as the school's photographer.

"Here he is!" George said and smiled at you, frowning slightly at the sight of you looking a little pale. Fred trailed his eyes to you, the smile on his lips drained as well. Yet he quickly put on a small smile, "Hello,"

You looked at Fred in confusion, did he just say hello to you? Whatever, let's get this over with. "Alright, strike a pose, you two."

Several pictures were taken of them being completely silly and you laughed at their demeanor. "Oh, wait! Angelina!" George said loudly, and your laughter paused rather quickly.

Angelina came in the shot and similar to her name, she was dressed as a beautiful angel, with a bowstring at her back, so you assumed she's dressing up as Cupid.

Suddenly, you were self-conscious of your Grim Reaper outfit. In all honesty, it was just a long black robe that trails to the ground a few inches with a large hood. Your fake synth was right beside you, holding it still under your armpit.

"Come take a picture with us!" George said, and Fred somehow noticed you were becoming uncomfortable, "Maybe not now-"

You shook your head, snapping away from the self-consciousness, "It's alright, the more the merrier." Fred watched you silently and nodded, his lips quickly painting a soft smile as Angelina kissed him on the cheek.

This is what you hate about Fred. He's too kind, sometimes way too kind until you misinterpret what he does to you. Like just now, who the fuck does that to the person they know liked them?

They posed a few times, most of the time, it's just George third-wheeling Fred and Angelina, making you feel quite sorry for the boy. Hell, you felt like you were fourth-wheeling and hurting at the same time.

After the flashes ended, Angelina spoke, "Do you wanna have a picture with these boys? I can take it for you."

You were about to politely decline when suddenly George said, "What a brilliant idea! It'll be just like Christmas last year!"

Well.

So there you were, at the center of the picture again, between the twins again. You hesitantly looked up to Fred, and he looked down at you with a small smile.

Sigh, always too nice.

You looked away and smiled for the camera. George was having his fun time posing while you and Fred were awkward the whole time. After it ended, you thanked Angelina and walked away when suddenly a voice called for your name.

It was him.

You turned around, and he was quite far from you, like a meter or two when he said, "I'll see you around, yeah?"

You shrugged and gave him a small smile, "Maybe."

At fifteen, you had mixed feelings towards Fred.

It's an on-and-off relationship really, but on your side only. There would be a period of time where you absolutely despised him, talking shit about him to your friends at every chance you get. You would convince yourself you were over him so many times.

And then there would be times where you were helplessly in love with him, even when you're well aware of his strong relationship with Angelina. You were genuinely believing that what you felt was love.

It was bloody confusing.

And how it went on until your sixth year, was beyond you.

By the time you reached sixteen, you had understood the circumstances of your feelings. You didn't care if he didn't notice you, as long as he's happy, you're happy for him. The aching in your heart had become so frequent, that you had become numb to it . At this point, you were just hoping for some other boy to come and swoop you up, saving you from this one-sided relationship with Fred Weasley.

3 years, wasted on a boy who barely knows you. At this point, your friends were tired of you and him. They would just nod and say the same thing, "Like someone else, and he'll be gone."

And so you tried. But Bloody Fred Weasley made it hard for anyone else to top him. Every Time you saw another suitable boy, all they reminded you of was Fred.

How his freckles decorated his face like countless numbers of stars to the sky, how his eyelashes were obnoxiously beautiful and long for a male, how his confidence on his long hair made you wonder of many things, how his lips etch the wide smile whenever he did pranks or laugh with his friends.

Whenever his brown eyes sometimes resembled a pool of warm honey when glazed with the sunshine rays.

Fred Weasley was excruciatingly a pain in the ass. And he doesn't even know it.

You were sixteen, he was seventeen, when he left.

You heard news of Fred and George quitting school suddenly, something about the desire of opening their own joke shop. You had mixed feelings of course, you didn't want him to go, yet at the same time, you do.

Maybe with him gone, you would get over him easier. 3 years being stuck on feelings for a guy who rejected you two years ago wasn’t the best feeling.

You quietly looked away when you saw Fred passionately kissing Angelina goodbye from afar. The poor girl had tears in her eyes, yet she was smiling to support him. He hopped on the broom, lingered on the air for a bit to stare at Angelina for a while, before leaving Hogwarts forever.

He's gone. And you weren't sure what to feel about it. The sting inside your chest wasn't helping either.

"Fred." You called out his name, the way it rolled out your tongue so easily familiarly tingles your heart. The tall ginger turned around and smiled, "Hello there."

"I need to tell you something," You said, you weren't nervous at all. You were confident, the main goal was just to let out everything, so you can be free out of his grasp.

He had you around his finger, and he barely noticed it.

"Well, let it out then," He said, smiling down at you. "You remember two years ago? Where I confessed and you rejected me?" You began. He nodded, the smile was still intact on his lips as if you're asking about the bloody weather. "Yeah?"

"I'm still not over you. I'm in love with you, Fred Weasley. I am so, deeply, and helplessly in love with you." You smiled as you breathed out the words. The cage you had contained on your chest for years was finally open, and you felt all the old butterflies flying free out of you.

Fred pursed his lips, his eyebrows furrowing, "... You know I love Angelina." He said quietly, seemingly not wanting to hurt your feelings any further. You find your eyes watering, yet you felt no remorse or pain. Were those happy tears? You don't know, but you don't mind it.

"I know. And you two are perfect for each other. I've already accepted that you'll never love me the way I love you, Freddie. I accept that you'll never see me as beautiful as the way I see you. I accept that you'll never describe me in such poetic words the way I describe you. I accept that you'll never smile whenever I was mentioned in the conversation the way I smile when you're in the talk," You paused to wipe your tears off your cheeks, Fred just watching you letting it all out on him, watching as your shoulders got lighter, and your smile got wider.

"And I accept that I'm not your first love as you are mine."

Fred quietly watched you, his soft smile gave a pleasant feeling to you. He slowly reached out to you, wrapping his arms around you.

You waste no time to hug him back, how for so many years you yearned what it would feel like to have his arms around your waist, or his hand on the back of your head, or his chin on your shoulder.

"Thank you," Was all he whispered in your ear, as he let you go, yet his hands still on your arms, "I suppose this would be the time I let you go now?"

You chuckled, wiping your tears off, "Please do, I can't keep loving you, Fred. It bloody hurts." You teasingly said, with a tinge of truth. He chuckled along.

Slowly, Fred reached out his hand, and with a soft voice and doe eyes, he spoke for the last time, "The name's Weasley. Fred Weasley."

You smiled, and shook his hand, "Pleasure."

You woke up. And then tears came along. And the sobs.

You were shaking, crying so hard your roommates woke up in a groggy state. When they found you crying, they hugged you so tight, feeling helpless on how to help you.

You were crying, but the wide smile on your lips was evident.

You were sixteen, he was seventeen, when you said goodbye.

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"Wow," Was all Dian could say. She had heard this story so many times before, but it took her breath every time.

"Why didn't you stop loving him, mum? He hurt you so much before he left. " She asked.

You shrugged and sighed, "I was sixteen, Dian. And he was my first love. It's the first time I had ever felt heavily for a boy like that."

Dian sighed, "You can't say it's first love when he doesn't love you back, mum. Blimey, he doesn't even know you."

You snorted, "It doesn't have to be reciprocal for first love to happen, darling. You just... Know it's first love. No matter how much you mean to the other person."

Dian tched, pouring down another cup of warm tea, "It's still not fair on your side. 3 years aren't a short time. And the fact that he didn't even notice!" Dian rolled her eyes in frustration, feeling sorry for you.

"No, I think he noticed. Like you said, 3 years are not a short time." You smile gently, looking down to your empty cup. The residue tea leaves in the cup reminded you of Trelawney's class many years ago.

Dian widened her eyes, "So he knew this whole time? That you were in love with him? And he never said a thing?!"

You chuckled, "What was he supposed to say, sweetheart? He's already in love with someone else, you know that."

Dian was growing angry at the man, "That's the point, mum! He knew what it's like to be in love, so he knew how you felt and he never came forward to say anything!" Her voice was becoming louder than before, the urge to protect her mother was stronger than ever.

You laughed at her anger, in your eyes she looked adorable, "Calm down, Dian. We were teenagers. We can't possibly think of everything, we were still growing. I don't blame him for anything, he taught me so many things and he didn't even know he was doing it."

Dian groaned, "Mum, you need to stop looking at everything in a bright direction."

You chuckled, having no response to that. Pouring yourself another cup of tea, you said with a soft voice, "I guess you could say The One who Never Noticed is wrong." Dian raised an eyebrow, "How so?"

You sighed in content at the warm liquid entering your system, and you smiled at your daughter, "He should be The One who Never Cared."

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Four Musketeers pt. 2; Heather : COMING SOON!

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[twstlotus]

Hi there! 👋 Nice to see our fandom growing, more writers joining and trying their pens out with twst boy~ I'm here to wish you a nice day and leave a request, if I may. How would Epel, Malleus, Trey and Rook react to their s/o being well versed in a sword fighting? Seeing her(or them, I don't mind) in an act, maybe even protecting the boys? The s/o haven't disclosed it to them before and took a stance only because she had no other choice. Thank you very much💓

Before we begin, I apologize if I had written Epel a bit ‘off’, for lack of a better word. I have not played through Pomefiore’s chapter thoroughly let alone get to the important bits of said chapter (I’m only on 5-9..)

If I did mischaracterize Epel, please inform me! I will try to perfect how I write him as soon as possible.

Now, onto the headcanons.

Epel Felmier

Epel is astounded to see you swordfight. Perhaps his amazement is a bit inappropriate considering the context being that you were fighting off a few Savanaclaw boys for teasing and mocking Epel about the rumors that he wanted to join the Savanaclaw dormitory—but they did it right in front of your face. Saying how “a pretty boy soft as he is could never join Savanaclaw!” and continued.

You didn’t find violence necessary in the situation, but you weren’t opposed against it either. So when the Savanaclaw members began taunting both you and Epel, you quickly drew your sword and began fighting them, all while Epel walked in at the perfect moment and hid behind a wall and watched you.

The beastmen tucked their tails between their legs and ran off soon after you had your sword pointed to them on the ground. Once they were gone, Epel quietly walked out of his hiding spot and asked if you were okay, to which you hesitantly replied with a “yes”.

Quickly after, Epel began to somewhat gush about your sword fighting abilities and how great you were. Yet, he’s also curious about why you never told him about your skill in such. You explain to him that you never thought of a reason to why you should inform anyone of it, but you were also a bit afraid that he might find your talent in it ‘weird’.

He shoots your suspicions as completely incorrect. You were amazing out there! Epel has never seen sword fighting up-close and done so well! It makes him stagger through his words. He also states that you don’t need to hide anything from him and that he’ll accept you whole as a person and as a lover. The reason why he even fell in love with you was because of how free-willed you are, you know?

“Well, I think your sword fighting is great, (Y/N). I don’t think it matters what other people see you as, especially the negative ones—you’re great and that’s all there is to it!”

Malleus Draconia

Malleus first saw you sword fighting a handful of the Savanaclaw boys, or, well—it looked more like you were deflecting and inflicting minor wounds on the beastmen until they eventually ran off out of cowardice.

The fae was completely stunned. He had never known you were so skilled in sword fighting, and you fight with such gracefulness and elegance, too! The only other time he had seen sword fighting up close was when he and Lilia trained Silver as Malleus’ knight. Even so, his fighting style was merely that of a normal knight’s—but you, you looked like you were dancing with the sword.

When he snaps out of his amazement, he quickly comes out of the shadows to your aid and checks if you have any wounds. Humans are very fragile, after all. You reassure him that you’re fine and he eventually brings up your talent in swordsmanship, to which you bashfully deny ever being skilled in such a thing.

Malleus can obviously see through your lies, and after a while, you admit that you do. You kept it a secret because you were afraid that he might see you as improper or ‘strange’ and the only reason you even fought those Savanaclaw boys were because they were ridiculing your beloved fae.

He’s visibly surprised by the notion. Fighting...for him? Of course, he has literal knights who fight for him, but he always considered it as the two merely doing their jobs. You, on the other hand; you didn’t need to do such a thing for him, yet still, you did it anyway. He’s touched, to say the least. Afterwards, he comforts you regarding your talent and says to not be shameful of it, for it is a talent one could only look up to and that he’s always welcome to talk about anything.

“You’re not required to put yourself in dangerous situations, Child of Man. Trust that I can fight my own battles, so please, do not burden yourself with mine. Though I must say...you did well.”

Trey Clover

‘Surprised’ would be a bit of an understatement to describe what Trey felt when he saw you sword fighting with a fellow Heartslabyul member. Just a little bit.

The way you made your sword swings seem effortless renders him speechless. Just when did you learn to swordfight? And how will Riddle react when he sees you, battling a Heartslabyul member, with a sword!? The consequences may be severe… (and even so, when did Heartslabyul C-kun learn to swordfight!?)

Trey quickly steps in and stops the duel between you and the other dorm member. Heartslabyul C-kun leaves with a scoff while small wounds decorate his otherwise clean skin. Meanwhile, you seemed completely fine. There were only a few cuts from C-kun’s sword but it wasn’t at all serious. Still, Trey treats your wounds so they don’t get infected.

The entire time, Trey is almost quiet as he tends to your wounds until he releases a sigh of defeat, for lack of a better word. He tells you that fighting by yourself isn’t safe, you know? That would just end up in both you and him getting your heads chopped off by Riddle (thank goodness he brought you out of the scene of the crime).

You explain to him that the only reason you had done it was because C-kun recently found out about your talent in sword fighting and wouldn’t stop bugging you until you agreed to duel with him, knowing it was against the rules, so you denied his every demand. However, he brought Trey into the story by mocking him and that was the last straw.

Quite honestly, Trey doesn’t know how to feel about it. On one hand, he’s afraid and a bit worried for you and what could have happened. And on the other...he’s grateful and rather enamoured about the fact that you tried to defend him. Still, he shows appreciation for what you did in his name but reminds you to be careful next time.

“Don’t run off fighting other people, okay? I really appreciate what you did for me but I don’t want you getting hurt. Plus, I can’t have my favorite cupcake get in trouble with Riddle!”

Rook Hunt

Saw you sword fighting another Pomefiore member, but it didn’t look intense if at all. From afar, it did look like you and Pomefiore B-kun were simply practice-duelling—and from afar, it stayed as such. Rook continued to watch you from the bushes with a keen eye and a smile tugging on his face.

However, B-kun just had to do it. During your duel, he began taunting you about Rook, your Hunter of Love. It started small; calling him a weirdo and other nicknames Rook had likely grown accustomed to. But B-kun just went on and on, his small taunts grew to harsh insults, and you weren’t having any of it.

You swiftly defeat B-kun in the duel. His sword flying out of his hands and landing on soft grass, piercing the surface. You quickly tell him to scram and he leaves without a word, not even to retrieve his sword.

You let out a sigh before turning to the bushes, where you know Rook is. You call out his name and after a few rustles from the bushes, he walks out with a large smile on his face and claps for your performance, stating that it was marvelous! ....However, this does spark curiosity in him—curiosity on why you never informed him of your talent in the art of sword fighting.

You say that you never found the reason to tell him of it, though you weren’t exactly ashamed, it was just what it was also because you knew Rook wouldn’t stop pestering you about it once he found out that you were skilled in sword fighting.

Non, non! This is wonderful news to him! He’s happy to know that you’re confident in something you’re skilled in and he would be all the more glad if you wanted to speak to him about sword fighting, should you ever wish to do so.

“Your swordsmanship is fantastique, mon cherie! Though, I must ask…,” The self-proclaimed hunter steps towards C-kun’s sword and picks it up. “May I request a few sword fighting lessons from you?”

[britishsass]

the truth about his mom sorry for the counfusion

That's totally alright!

This is actually the one scene I've had written for quite a while... I think it'd be a good move to finally publish this little story. Only issue is, I had to finish it first. Well... Guess it's time for the real start to the AU. (Other than the obvious parts with Raz that it's currently missing.)

Warnings: Mild torment, abduction, etc. Major PN2 spoilers.

Augustus awoke to water in his face-- icy, nearly frozen water. He sputtered, shaking his head to dry off a bit, only to find himself already sitting up. As he tried to stand, he found the second issue: he was strapped (rather tightly) to a chair. The third was quick to follow, as he found himself face-to-face with someone unfamiliar. His only reference was the brief glimpses he had caught in his son's comic books-- A man with a long beard and wide eyes, a slight smile that danced on his lips, and not much to distinguish him from any other "normal" person. However, instead of a uniform, he wore a bathrobe, and he looked more disheveled than the comics had portrayed him.

"...What is this?" Augustus asked the man, confused. "Who are you?"

"I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you. So let's just say I'm an old friend of yours." The man set his bucket down, looking over a rack of tools. "Besides, Gus, you'll remember me when you see my face. I'm sure of it. I'm unforgettable."

"You're unintelligent, more like," he muttered. "Where is my family."

"You mean the caravan of cuckoos? I left them. They'll be fine, unless you don't listen to me. I think I'll start with your girlfriend, work my way down the line. Or maybe I should start the other way. That little one hasn't been around his mother in quite a while. I'm sure no one would notice if he were to vanish."

"Leave my children alone. They've done nothing to hurt you."

"No, no, they haven't. But you have. You've already abandoned me once, Gus. One strike against you. You're lucky I'm merciful."

Mercy? He didn't even know who he was looking at, and yet this man already seemed to know too much. Augustus began to struggle against the bindings, doing his best to keep his movements small. He had practiced a thousand times over-- tiny movements, small enough he looked to be still.

Yet the man grabbed his wrists, leaning over him with a sneer, his teeth stained by a fishy scent that nearly made Augustus gag.

"If you want your family to be okay, you'll listen to me. Understood?"

“Get out of my face first,” he nearly spat. “My ears aren’t on my eyeballs.”

The man drew back, glaring at him. “Fine. Does that work for you, Gus?”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Do you really want to make orders when your son is in trouble? After all, there are five of them. Bet it wouldn’t be too weird if one of them were to… take a fall.”

Augustus stared, putting it together. “...Razputin.”

“So that’s his name, hm? The one with the dumb goggles?”

“Leave my son alone, you monster--”

“Oh, I will.” The man set a hand under Augustus’s chin, roughly snapping his head up to look him in the eyes. “If you listen to me, then he won’t even be needed. Got it?”

His throat tightened as he thought of his family. Even if Raz wasn’t in trouble, that still left the others. His mother, his wife, his daughters and sons-- He didn’t want any of them to be in danger.

“I said, do you understand me, Gus?”

“...Leave my whole family alone. All of them.”

“Then you’ll listen to me.”

“Fine. I… I’ll do anything, but they-- They can’t be involved. None of them.”

“Really, I thought you’d be more willing to help.” The man pulled up a chair to sit down beside him, still looking him in the eyes. “Did you really forget all of it?”

Augustus paused, furrowing his brow. Though the man in front of him was vaguely familiar, it wasn’t from his life. Though the nickname he used… Deja vu coursed through his veins.

“Huh. So you did. That’s… disappointing.” The man took a moment, looking around, and finally took a picture from a file, handing it over. “What about this face?”

Augustus had to lean closer to his hand to see, blinking for a moment. His eyes didn’t want to focus on it, let alone recognize the face.

“I… Don’t know.” He shook his head, drawing back, and looked up, meeting those eyes once more. “If I did, why would I tell you, anyways?”

“...” The man narrowed his eyes, studying every motion Augustus made as he tried to quietly worm his way out of the restraints. Before he could pull a hand loose, though, the man took a knife, slamming it barely between the fingers. Augustus didn’t flinch-- Years of training had paid off, in more ways than one. Even though he was terrified, he didn’t show any fear. “You’re not leaving that easily, old friend. You’ve got a lot more explaining to do.”

“Old friend? I don’t even know you. You’re someone from my son’s comic books, nothing more to me.”

“Someone from-- Gah, you’re not seeing me!” The man complained, throwing his hands up into the air. “How do I get through to you if you’re so stubborn!?”

“You should know better. I’m an Aquato. It runs in the family.” Augustus grinned. “And even if you tell me everything, that doesn’t mean I’ll believe you.”

“Of course not. You’re not stupid. Even I know that.” The man rolled his eyes, looking closer, and took the picture, tearing it on the knife’s blade, and shoved it into Augustus’s face. There, he could finally see it, even though it bobbed and weaved with the arm that held it out to him.

Dull, slightly purple skin. Dark eyes, dark hair in heavy sideburns, and a chin that could cut through bone. He recognized that chin, that appearance. Only one person had those yellowed eyes, that obnoxious sense of style.

“The… Gzesarevich? But why… What does that have to do with me? My family-- We left Grulovia years ago. It’s not our home, none of it is. Those people left us, and we left them. The country is gone--”

“No, it isn’t. And you’re going to help me get it back, Gus. You should be happy I’m giving you that opportunity. I’m being really nice to you, so you had better remember that.”

“Help you get it back…” he mumbled, trying to track what illogical pathways had been taken to reach such a conclusion. “I’m not interested in going back-”

“You don’t have to lie, Augustus. You and I both know what it was like then. There was a cotton candy room in my bedroom. You saw it. You know.” Even with the imposing voice he had, the man still sounded childish when he spoke, and Augustus found it hard to take him very seriously. He raised his eyebrows.

“...Are you sure you have the right person? I was a peasant. Not someone involved with royalty. Besides, how would I be able to help you anyways? Circus tricks? Acrobatics?” Augustus sighed, leaning back in the chair he was attached to. “Of course… I get abducted only to find that it was a case of mistaken identity. But then why would you--”

“I know you’re the right person, Gus. I’m not as stupid as you are.” The man rolled his eyes. “Does the name Gristol not ring any bells for you?”

“...Not as anything other than the Gzesarevich.”

“Of course. Those psychonaut monsters got to my friends as well as my protector. I should’ve known.” The man paced, but finally, he grabbed Augustus by the shoulders, looking at him, taking everything into account. “...You look horrible, by the way. Just so you know.”

“...If you’re Gristol, then how come you were in my son’s comic books? Then everyone would know--”

“This isn’t my body. I showed you my body, moron.” The man huffed. “Idiot. Everyone else is so stupid. I thought you would be better than that.”

Augustus didn’t look at him, only looking around the room. It was so barren, with so little to go off of. He couldn’t recognize anything about it-- The wooden floors, the plaster ceilings, the simple styling… it could be anywhere. To his eyes, it was just like any other place. He was used to small spaces, but this room was spacious, with enough room for him to have to watch the man walk around by moving his head, though he couldn’t move his chair. There was a bright light coming from the fluorescents, but there was no natural light to temper its harshness, instead blasting into his eyes, brighter than most anything he had seen. He wanted to be free from his restraints, but with the knife so close, and his captor right there… The only possibilities were the simpler choices. Trying to use his powers, which he hadn’t even worked with much yet, or trying to wait it out until the man left, giving him time to try on his own terms. Augustus settled for the second as the man circled back around, grabbing the chair by the arms once more, looking at him closely.

“So. Why don’t I remind you of a few things?”

Because I won’t care, Augustus wanted to say. He knew that the man-- Gristol, if he wasn’t lying-- wouldn’t listen to him anyways, only threaten more pain against his family. He knew better than to open his mouth.

“Let’s start at the beginning. What do you remember of Grulovia, Gussy?”

That nickname. He only heard it from one other person, usually, but this time, it felt different. Wrong.

“...My parents. My father died in the flood, when Valermo Dam broke. My mother found me, and with her help, we escaped. The Galachios cursed us there. They cursed my family to die in water, and--”

Before he could finish, Gristol was already laughing. Augustus glared, turning what had frequently been described as his “Dad Glare” on the man.

“What’s so funny.”

“You really think that you’re cursed to die in water? Your auntie was always in the water, Gus. I rarely saw her without any water around. Besides-- Your grandparents were Galochios. Your mother, your aunt? Galochios. Why would they curse you? Besides, haven’t you read anything-- Curses aren’t real, Gus.”

“You know nothing. I know my own family history, I’m sure of it--”

“Then tell me how it happened.”

He stared, his thoughts breaking. He knew the answer. Why couldn't he put it in words? Why wasn't it coming out?

"Exactly. Welcome to the truth, Gussy. You're the last to know."