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finelinevogue · 3 years ago

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Can you do a concept where harry has a girlfriend who loves to read and she would always tells him about everything she reads and he would listen to her paitently and sometimes ask her to read to him just to hear her talk

yes of course! i'm a hoe for reading and books so this is my dream sort of situation! i'm making up a book by the way. here we go;

You had just finished your most recent chapter when Harry walked into the room.

He was back off tour for a while and he had decided to come home, because unfortunately someone in his crew had tested positive for covid. Harry hadn't been near this person and he was not going to be able to spend 10 days without you next to him, so he came straight home to you after doing lateral flow tests and PCR ones.

“Got the strawb—”

“Sshh!” You shushed Harry as he walked into the room with a plateful of chocolate coated strawberries, per your request, “Noah’s about to kiss Lily!” You squealed, giving your boyfriend once quick glance, before burying your nose back into your book.

You were reading a book recommended to you by thousands of Harry’s fans on Twitter, since they’d found your twitter account dedicated to reading and reviewing books. You would join BookTok, but you and Harry both agreed that TikTok hadn’t been good for your mental health and so had deleted within 3 weeks of downloading it. Harry’s fans were now a huge part of your twitter following and you trusted them with the book recommendations, seeing as you hadn’t read one you’d hated yet.

The current one you were reading was a childhood-best friends, to enemies, to lovers and you were so happy about that because it was in your top-5-favourite-book-tropes. Yes, you had a list - it’s actually more weird if you don’t. You’d been telling Harry all about this book ever since you’d started it and he was just as invested in it as you were, and he wasn’t even reading it properly.

“No way!” Harry exclaimed, putting down the strawberries and rushing to sit on the bed next to you. He leant his head against your shoulder and you rested your head on top of his, before you began explaining what had just happened.

“Right, so Noah just saw one of his best mates talk shit about Lily in front of her and he even shoved her—”

“Dickhead.” Harry inputted.

“—and so obviously Noah went over to do something about it, but ended up getting punched in the face by this supposed ‘best mate’ and got a bloody nose. Lily then goes to the bathroom to calm down, not expecting to lock herself in the same bathroom as Noah who’s already trying to clean the blood. She explains how Noah is cleaning it wrong and offers to help him and now they’re stood really close to one another and he keeps saying nice things and ugh they just have to kiss.”

“No, they need the tension to build up first in order for their first kiss to be proper worth it.” He explained, shaking his head in disagreement with your argument.

“Their first kiss will be worth it regardless. They’ve waited long enough for it.” You sighed, putting your finger in the book as a bookmark and just talking to Harry instead for a bit.

“Do you think we waited long enough?” Harry asked, sitting up and crawling across you so he was sat in between your star-fished out legs. You looked at him for the first time, properly, since he’d walked in the room and you smiled at just how beautiful he was. You couldn’t fault him at all, he was just every perfect ever.

“You kissed me after our third date, honey, but I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.” You replied honestly, that first kiss still igniting fireworks inside your body.

Harry reached his hands forwards and you took his hands in yours. He smiled when your skin touched, the warm feeling so comforting and familiar. You linked your fingers with his and he pulled your arms so you were forced to fall over towards him. Your legs sat around his and you situated yourself in his lap, smiling when his hands snaked around your waist and under your t-shirt to touch your bare skin. You hummed at the touch of his skin to yours and laughed when he pinched your sides into a tickle.

“So you wouldn’t have wanted me to be more like Noah?” Harry asked, clearly insecure that he’d not given you the life of romance that you desired.

“Then you would’ve had to be my enemy?” You rhetorically questioned, moving your hands to the back of his neck to play with the soft curls there. Although Harry had cut his hair short, it was still fluffy enough to roll curls into it with your finger. You enjoyed playing with his hair to calm him down, but also to calm you down too.

“I can be you—”

“Honey,” you interrupted him before he could say anything he may not mean or later regret, “I love reading about romance and the different ways two characters can fall in love, but nothing is better than the romance story we made. I wanted nothing but you and I got that - I got you. Every detail was perfect and you, you were perfect. I love reading about stories like Noah’s and Lily’s, but it’ll never compare to ours. Our story is worth a million romance novels combined.”

“A million? Wow.” Harry spoke to himself, but you heard him enough to laugh at the fact that was the bit of information he picked up on.

“Just love you so much.” You spoke quietly, but Harry turned to see you as you whispered out the words. He smiled when he saw you slightly blush, moving one of his hands up to cup your cheek and brush it softly.

“Times a million?” Harry teased, leaning in closer to you.

“No. Times a billion.” You smiled, before pressing your lips onto his and revelling in the sweet taste of his perfect lips. He was as sweet as sugar, but his kissing was as wild as the jungle. He loved putting all of his passion into your kisses, making sure he pressed his love completely into you. His lips melted with yours and you moved in-sync magically. You moaned when he bit your lip softly and he sighed when you caved in and pulled away.

“Hey!” He whined, leaning in to give you a quick peck, “I was enjoying that.” You laughed at him, leaning in to give him a little kiss to his button nose, before shifting yourself to the top of the bed again and picking up your book.

“Well let’s see if Noah and Lily can do better.”

“Really? You’re choosing the book over me?” Harry asked rhetorically, because yes that’s exactly what you were doing.

“You’re seriously asking me that?” You laughed, opening the page exactly where you’d left it and ready to divulge back into the chaos and heartbreak of your new favourite book.

“You owe me so many kisses for this.” Harry shifted himself up the bed and curled up so his head was resting in your lap, his body tucked into a foetus position and your hand running through his soft locks.

“As many as you want, my love.” You leaned down to kiss the side of his cheek and then began reading again, this time out loud so you and Harry could enjoy the novel together.

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fortuositywritings · 3 years ago

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Let me down slowly:

Omg I don't know who is more badass Yelena or Natasha but I love both and the 'poor sucker' ugh I hate that but its fits so. And Yelena spilling the dirty laundry ❤️

...Would it be a douchey move to just send Jarvis a break up text?... So now is okay just break up with him through a text when Wanda had plenty of time to do it but couldn't because she was scared fuck damn it

Another roller coaster of emotions damn i knew this was going to happen but it surely didn't hurt less 🤧 Jarvis behavior was childish I understand he didn't want Wanda to breaking up with him but playing dumb to avoid the conversation 🙄 and Wanda always had the thought of "I'll cross the bridge when I get there" but guess what? It slipped out of your hands, I got mad with this but Jane ❤️

Somebody that you loved:

I love this it sure hurted but still, reader didn't give in easily so that's good to see, Wanda really fucked up big time and having the guys to hang out it was lovely. Yelena owns my heart she is a really good observer ugh I love her

"...You are the one breaking my heart here, not the other way around..." this really hitted me 🤕

Whoever he is:

“...I know how you feel about her, but say the word and no one would know...” 😂😂 they are the reader protecting squad 💕 and “...Getting drunk or getting back at her?” they just shared the same one brain cells

Yelena just casually spilling that reader is hanging out with Jane in front of Pietro like girl you are not helping and they creating a fake ig account of Wanda 😂

...She’s doing everything Wanda didn’t... It's a little bit late to regrets Wanda, seems like she's give in so easily heartbroken and all she needs to think about a way to get back reader

Jane Jane Jane I like her i certainly do but she is not the one, you know?! I haven't had feel the connection with her, she sure is amazing but it's not Wanda not yet perhaps?!

And the letter was so heartbreaking beautiful, now she thinks reader is dating someone but it shouldn't stop her to try to amend thinks with reader again.

Your writing it's amazing you really do know how to express feelings, you have made me laugh, cry and get sad but it's worthy lately I've been so slow at reading that's why it took me so long to catch up with your story I'm also reading body i occupy (just three chapters so far) and let me tell you I absolutely love it too, Vision wanting to experiment somethings that humans do 😂😂 it's so funny.

Anyway I don't know what it's going to happen next but I'll read you on the next chapter.

[3/3]

-☝🏻

Let Me Down Slow: I think we all fell a little for the pink ranger at the Halloween party. Poor Scott. I think his crush just got a crush.

Somebody That You Loved: Reader is fed up and had to stand her ground as much as it broke her heart. Maybe Jean could help with that.

Whoever He Is: First loves are hard to match up to and she's only making it harder to move on when she writes notes like that. If Wanda is the one, she has to do a lot more than write a note to win reader back.

Body I Occupy: I think it's such a Vision thing to want to experience everything he can when he gets the chance, so it wouldn't surprise me if he does crazy things without thinking too much of the consequences.

Read at whatever pace you'd like. I'm just glad you are reading. Thank you for taking the time to do so and more than that, interacting with the stories this way. I like reading about what you lot are enjoying about the stories so thank you for this!

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another-snape-story · 5 years ago

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Halloween

Chapter XIV

“Are you all right?” Snape asked, peering intently into your face. It lost its usual liveliness, and your thoughts seemed to dwell far away from the festively decorated Hall you anticipated to see so much, from overall excitement, from him.

“Yes,” you gave him the same forced smile as earlier this morning, and Snape’s heart sank. Something happened in a couple of hours he hasn’t seen you during the day. That damned envelope he himself passed into your hands should be the reason, he thought. This was the only possible explanation. He didn’t expect you’d open up to him, but it would be a lie if he said he didn’t cherish a tiny bit of hope.

Eyes full of concern, he desperately tried to find right words to express his readiness to help you whatever has happened, to assure you were not alone, but at the same time – surrounded by your other colleagues – not to make this matter public, moreover he had no idea what it was all about.

“Why aren’t you helping yourself?” deprived of opportunity to sit beside, Aurora Sinistra spoke to you from the other side of the table. “These profiteroles are delicious!”

Annoyed with unfavorable intrusion, Snape leaned back on his chair, fists clenched.

“I’ll try some,” you answered politely and reluctantly reached out for the dish to put one on your plate. Snape watched you with increasing anxiety.

“Where’s Quirrell?” you questioned, hoping to divert his attention. Estranging yourself from the man you were thankful to come into your life felt so terribly wrong, but you were not ready to tell what bothered you – neither him, nor anyone else.

This very moment Professor Quirrell appeared in the doorway and rushed through the Hall right to Headmaster’s chair.

“Troll! Troll in the dungeons!” he gasped short of breath and – unconscious – swooned to the floor.

Astounded, you turned to Snape. Deep in thought, his eyes wandered the room. Meanwhile, Headmaster Dumbledore called agitated students for order. Prefects started gathering children of their Houses to escort them back to the dormitories. Professor Sprout was trying to bring Quirinus to his senses.

“The stone!” you startled up.

“Stay here!” Snape ordered heading for the exit.

“No!” you followed him.

He grabbed your shoulders. “Stay here! And please – be careful!”

“And you? What about you?”

“I’ll be fine,” he stole the last glance from you, and what he saw made his heart leap. You truly worried about him! Merlin, how could this be? The corners of his mouth formed a barely perceptible smile. “Be careful…”

He left you standing in the middle of the throng, lost and confused. You shouldn’t have let him go alone. What he was up to? You felt uncomfortable not knowing if he was all right. With this came realization he was the only one here you really cared for.

“The troll’s heading upstairs!” you heard someone’s desperate scream.

Holding your wand ready, with a resolute step you set off to catch that stupid mountain of flesh. Professor McGonagall ran after you.

Muted hammering sounds got more audible the closer you approached the girls’ bathroom on the second floor, and disgusting smell proved you were going in the right direction.

“Snape’s going to miss everything.” Once this thought crossed your mind, a tall black figure streaked from around the corner, causing a powerful wash of relief sweep over your body, giving you strength and determination to move further. Snape lined up with you and joined you on your way. It wasn’t the best time for questions. The troll raged; his chilling roar echoed through the corridor. You heard a loud bang and silence fell all at once. Stopped in your tracks – so strange and unexpected it was – you and Snape exchanged anxious glances and hurried as fast as you could, praying none of the students was hurt.

Professor McGonagall managed to outstrip you. She was the first to burst into the room. Snape protectively held you back, shielding you from whatever might’ve been inside. Suddenly, Quirrell, who vanished again as soon as all this bustle started, emerged out of nowhere, pushing his course through the doorway. Why he followed suit remained a mystery – the man looked like fainting again.

A huge stinky mass of the troll lay on the floor, motionless. It didn’t seem to bear any kind of danger anymore. Snape bent over the troll to make sure. The way he moved set you alert. Hard to say, what exactly drew your attention, but something certainly was different.

In the interim, Professor McGonagall blasted three young Gryffindors, who – to your surprise and terror – happened to be Harry Potter himself and his friends: showing little effort in studying Ron Weasley and nosy know-it-all Hermione Granger. How could these first-years expect to defeat a troll without having neither defensive nor fighting spells in store of their knowledge? It was pure luck they weren’t injured!

“You said you had a special gift with trolls, Quirinus?” you addressed him coldly.

The man flinched at the sound of his name.

“Why didn’t you stop him right there – in the dungeons?”

“I – j-just –” words seemed to stuck in his throat.

“And what were you doing there?”

Snape approached you, supposing you’d step back, but driven by anger and resentment you had no intention to stop this conversation. Snape on the other hand was determined to put an end to it. He made another step towards you, and another one – until his chest was pressed against your shoulder. Blocking your view with his tall figure, Snape almost pushed you out in the corridor.

Before leaving the room, he threw a condemning glance at your suspicious colleague.

“What the – ” you frowned. “I had more questions to this scoundrel!”

“I know,” he hushed you. “Not now.”

“When then?” you croaked.

“And not you,” he stated firmly.

“Am I suspended?” his words outraged you. “Why not me?”

If Quirrell was implicated in the Dark Lord’s matters, Snape had to keep you away from this. Quirrell should see not a slightest hint of danger in your words or actions, moreover – consider you his enemy.

“Just trust me, okay?” he stopped, and you turned to face him – it felt natural to do so. These eyes never betrayed you. You nodded, given in, and sighed:

“Okay…”

You continued your way in silence.

“Are you limping?” coming around after this chaotic evening, you finally noticed your fellow Professor fall heavily on the right leg.

“I’m fine. Stumbled on the stairs,” he explained indifferently.

Now it was your turn to stop.

“What?” Snape spun around to see the reason of your sudden holdup.

Arms crossed on your chest, you stood still, your lips pursed in a disapproving curve.

“How can I trust you, if you don’t find it necessary to tell me what happened in that short time you were absent! Where have you been, huh?”

“Neither do you want to tell me about the letter you received this morning and why it bothers you so much!” he spat back. “Correct me – if – I’m – wrong.”

His words stroke you dumb. Chasing the troll, you forgot about your troubles for a while; to be reminded of them in such a rude, offhanded manner was heartbreaking. You couldn’t say what hurt you more – revived awareness of the news you received, or cold demeanor of the man you needed to be beside in this distressing moment. You felt a lump rise up to your throat and swallowed hard.

“This letter is a private issue and therefore concerns only me,” your voice creaked. “But recent events have to do with the whole school.” Holding back tears, you made a pause to pull yourself together and stung him with his own words. “Correct me if I’m wrong.”

Snape got used to you to that extent he started considering you a part of his reality so indefeasible, completely neglecting the fact you had your own reality, where his place might be of much lesser importance. Clearly, you didn’t owe him a thing, and could keep your secrets to yourself. He should’ve realized it. Of course, he should. Blaming you for that was inacceptable and tremendously selfish. Constant strain of nerve costed Snape the loss of self-control. Being too protective of you, he violated the boundaries and severely regretted it. He opened his mouth to apologize, but there was nothing he could say to atone his fault.

You shook your head in downright disappointment and shoot past him in the darkness of the passage.

“Wait!” Snape jolted, “I didn’t mean to –” He limped a few steps after you, but – his leg searing with pain each time he moved – couldn’t catch up with your speed. “Ugh, damn it!” he stretched out his hand to lean against the wall. He had to do something with this first.

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jung-snoopy-woo · 4 years ago

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How I Met Your Grandfather

~ Chapter 4 ~

(gif credit: @ katelin via Pinterest)

Pairing: Bang Chan × reader, twin brother! Felix.

Other Chapters: Masterlist | 1 | 2 | 3 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (coming soon!!).

Genre: fluff, a bit of angst.

Warnings: None :)

Word Count: 1.6k+.

Summary: Felix and his sisters go to the movies together after a long time. Felix is surprised to see Chan there too and they have a talk. When Felix and the girls get home, he decides to tell her about the situation.

A/N: Decided to upload it today bc I might not have time in the next few days (I’m so stressed and busy vndsfjkvdvnk)

Also, I think this chapter was the hardest for me to write so I’m sorry it’s not the best 😢😢 but hopefully you can still enjoy it!!

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"Y/N!!!", Rachael, your older sister, called from downstairs. "We're only going to the movie theater, what's taking you so long??"

It's not that you were slow or anything like that, it's just that it's been a while since you last went out with all of them and you were so excited, as a huge Marvel fan who finally gets to watch the new movie with her siblings who are also her best friends in the world, that it might've taken you a while to choose what to wear and how to look presentable.

As you walked down the stairs, Olivia and Rachael complimented the way you looked and Felix gave you a little smile. You two started talking again (of course, as you two are like the best siblings... Also, you got mad about something that wasn't even his fault), and you seemed pretty fine after that day (when you stormed outside for a reason Felix haven't figured out yet, but as you already moved on- he just thought it was better not to ask. I mean, all siblings have small fights they don't even know what they're about, right?).

He missed hanging out with his sisters so much, and it's been a while since he had some break from practicing or performing, being busy all the time. He always felt sorry for not even telling them that he was okay, as he always fell asleep before he could even think of doing so. He was exhausted, but he loved what he was doing.

Rachael was driving and she let you choose the music to play in the car. You decided to play some Stray Kids songs (such a supportive cute family awww) so you all jammed to them on your way to the movies.

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"Shhhhh~!!", you told Olivia who was sitting to your right as she was moving uncomfortably, "it's about to start!"

"But uhmm.. I... I really have to go to the bathroom.. please, Y/N, come with me", she said, begging. You couldn't get angry at her because you remembered how you did just the same to Rachael not too long ago. And you know, no one wants to go to the public toilets alone.

When you got back, the lights were already off but you could see from afar that there was someone now sitting on the seat to your left, which was empty just before you and Olivia left. You said "excuse me", as you made your way to your seat, trying your best not to step on anyone's feet (Olivia was a lot better than you at that). "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!", you told the guy sitting there. Of course, if you succeeded going all this way without stepping on (almost) anyone, it had to happen just when you were one seat away from yours. And thank God you balanced yourself back, a second before almost tripping and falling over him. 'Ugh, this is probably going to be so awkward now', you thought. 'I'm just going to avoid looking at him the whole movie so I don't have to deal with his judgemental look. "Oh, it's okay", a somehow familiar voice said. 'Don't look', you told yourself. 'It's not him, stop thinking and just enjoy the movie.'

'Why isn't she looking at me?', Chan thought. When you almost lost your balance as you stepped on his foot, he was ready to catch you if you fell, movie style, somewhat disappointed you didn't. He thought you'd turn to him once you heard his voice, but he was faced with disappointment, yet again. Maybe you didn't recognize his voice? Or maybe you knew it was him and just didn't care?

But he had so much fun watching you as you got excited when your favorite character appeared or the way you got mad at the evil ones. He enjoyed the moments you'd be the only one laughing in the whole theater, the most. Just listening to your laugh made him feel ×100 times better. He even stopped making up scenarios in his head as to why you didn't turn to him at the beginning of the movie. He thought of how you'd laugh at his stupid jokes, when him and the boys visited, and smile to himself.

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"Chris hyung??", Chan heard from behind him, on his way to the male's restrooms during the Intermission (a/n: I don't know if movies still have them out of my city but yeah we have those halfway through the movie lol). Felix could recognize the older boy's back everywhere. 'Oh, no', Chan thought. 'Why does it have to be Felix? Ughhh and why did I get myself into this mess? I didn't even get to say a word to her...Should I walk faster or...', he stopped. 'NO Chris, you have to face it like an adult'. He turned and gave Felix the most I'm-innocent-and-didn't-ask-your-younger-sister to-buy-me-a-ticket-so-I-could-see-your-twin-sister smile he could pull, saying "Heyyy Felix, how's it going?"

"I'm pretty good, just got out of the new Marvel movie... You?", Felix asked. He wasn't stupid, of course. When Y/N and Olivia left to go to the bathroom, in the beginning of the movie, he could see someone that resembled his friend way too much, sitting on the left to Y/N's seat, but he let this thought go, thinking it was just his imagination ('Thinking of the members during the holiday? Come on, I have to just relax'). But now, seeing him standing in front of him, there's no doubt it really was him. And to be honest, Felix wasn't very happy to see him here. The chances of Chan sitting so close to them in such a big movie theater were... Well, very small.

"Oh, I was just...", Chan started. The look on Felix's face made it pretty obvious that he saw him there, and that he was pretty mad too. There's no point in lying here. He sighed. "Listen, Lix, I'm sorr--"

"How?", Felix asked, as Chan lifted his eyes to look at his, confused. "How did you get that seat?", He asked, now being a bit less angry and more curious.

"I... I asked Olivia to buy a ticket for me when I saw her after grocery shopping", He admitted. He couldn't be any more embarrassed than he was at that moment. "I gave her the money!", He added. Chan couldn't read Felix's face. Was he mad? Disappointed? Did he want to punch him in the face? All of the above? But then, Felix started laughing. "Oh my god.. Chris hyung... you went that far...", He said between giggles. "For Y/N? So you could see her?"

"Felix, listen I...", He started, a bit confused and taken aback from Felix's reaction, but feeling more sorry than he could describe in words. "I know I promised to be okay with your decision, but I--"

"No, no, Chris, bro, stop", Felix said as his laughter stopped. And so did Chan's heartbeat, almost. "You know what? I'll be honest with you, I am pretty angry seeing you here...", He started. Chan wanted to apologise, again, but Felix continued before he could say anything. "BUT it also made me realize how much you really like Y/N and that you're willing to do some very weird stuff just to see her... So I think... uhhmm.. I think I'll maybe give you two a chance".

Chan couldn't express the happiness he felt at that moment. Oh my god, these were the words he wanted to hear the most (Okay, maybe they were in like 2nd place?). "Felix, bro, thank you", was all he could say.

"But I want you to know that if you hurt her in any way, I'll break you. Somehow. Because you're like super fit and strong and--", he was stopped by Chan's hug. "I promise I'll never do anything to hurt Y/N", he said with the biggest smile, almost choking the younger as he hugged him even closer. Finally, he got the chance he wanted. And he's not going to ruin it.

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You were NOT okay.

You told yourself for the 5th time today that it was normal. It's just a crush who didn't like you back (again), and not a heartbreak. And you tried telling yourself that a guy (that you only met once, by the way) is not worth being sad over.

In the past month you already finished reading 7 books, tried 20 workout routines you added to 'Watch Later' and never had the time or energy to get back to, learned baking 10 new types of cakes and cookies, did some drawings and paintings, and you even played a few video games with Felix (you now understood why he spent so much time doing that, because woah you were one competitive girl and as so, tried so hard winning, "Like, come on, I have to at least win ONCE", to which Felix replied with "I can lose on purpose if you--", "NO WAY").

But now, after coming back from the movies, you finally realized something was wrong. You did enjoy the movie, though. You laughed and you cried and you showed love towards some characters and hate towards others. It's just that you noticed how your heart started beating so fast when you heard that voice in the movies, saying "it's okay". This voice... Sounded so much like him. And it made you feel weird the whole movie. You kind of regretted not looking, and for letting your feeling of awkwardness take over. But what could you do? You didn't want to embarrass yourself by looking in the eye of the poor guy you stepped on.

"Y/N?", You heard Felix say from behind you. You turned, and saw his troubled eyes. "Can we talk?", He asked. You didn't know what it's going to be about, but whatever it is- it seemed to be very important.

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Hope you enjoyed!! (Pleaseee let me know what do you think) 💕💕

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spnfanficpond · 5 years ago

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WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE ARE MAY’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Nominated by @focusonspn

A Night on the Town (oneshot) by @supernatural-jackles

I completely love this fic!! Jensen is a total sweetheart, it’s really easy to read and all those words felt like only five minutes. This is everything a Jensen!girl could’ve asked for!!

Hunger (oneshot) by @impala-dreamer

HOLY. MOTHER. OF. HOTNESS. It was a fucking pleasure for my eyes to read every single word of this fic!! hot as hell, dark, Demon!Dean and in character as always.

Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Handkerchief (oneshot) by @babypieandwhiskey

I don’t usually read RPF, but this is an AU, so I dove in. Mechanic!Jensen with a magical supply of handkerchiefs, ready and willing to clean up whatever mess I find myself in? SOLD. Sweet, appeals to my love of Jensen’s back-pocket bandannas, and it activates my competence kink! Excuse me while I go wibble in the corner.

Nominated by @supernatural-jackles

Still The One (oneshot) by @luci-in-trenchcoats

I have a lot of respect for the way Michelle writes such difficult topics. She approaches them with such grace and accuracy, that makes it all the more realistic. This series is no exception. I deeply enjoy this series and the way things are playing out between Dean and the reader. It’s an extremely heartbreaking story that most of us don’t really think about until it’s put into this kind of perspective. This one is still ongoing, and I’m extremely excited to see how she handles the rest of the story. I highly recommend checking this one out. Just heed the warnings beforehand.

Nominated by @peridottea91

Healthy Competition (Series) by @kittenofdoomage

This! Omg this series! I love it so much!! It’s slower moving but keeps you itching for the next chapter and is oh so relatable. What woman hasn’t had body image issues? And what plus sized woman hasn’t had to deal with rude jerks and bullying? This fic is actually super realistic and hits all those relatable issues. Can’t wait to read the rest!!

Dangerous Signs (Series) by @kittenofdoomage

Ok, let me start by saying that I am a sucker for a good “character transported to alt. universe/world” fic. That said, I got soooooooooo addicted to this fic! It was so well written and you could just feel the reader’s hesitation and torn emotions. Should she stay? Should go? Ugh! Fantastic!! Also, kudos for the Norse mythology!! *chef’s kiss*

Nominated by @thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters

Cotton Candy (oneshot) by @ellewritesfix05

“It was always nice knowing [...] you could always find ways to bring light into Dean’s life.”

And he damn well deserves it! This was so sweet. No one can resist that “I didn’t do it” smile of his ;)

The Oath (Series) by @thecleverdame

This series is definitely dark, but it’s so so good. If you’re okay with reading about the heavy subjects covered in these chapters, you won’t regret giving this series a try. I can’t seem to stop diving into all of this author’s content. She’s just too good.

Choices (CYOE) by @talesmaniac89

I’ve been excited about this impressive project since I first saw the announcement post. Though I’m ashamed to say I haven’t gotten into reading the full thing yet, I plan on making time for reading ALL the different endings. I’m excited to see the different ways in which the story plays out, depending on the brothers’ personalities. For now, I’m recommending this first chapter, the starting point, which was already a beauty of its own. If you haven’t started yet yourself, prepare to be amazed.

Not Safe (Oneshot) by @torn-and-frayed

I love this. Spicy but sweet… Is that a cringy enough way for me to try and put my thoughts into words? I also just really miss Bobby, man.

nominated by @impala-dreamer

Safe Here (series) by @because-imma-lady-assface

This is one of the greatest Dean series. Ashley writes Dean amazingly well, too well sometimes, and this series gives him exactly what he needs; a place to feel safe and find comfort. I love this one so much!

Losing You (series) by @idreamofhazel

This is a superbly done Sam series that has stuck with me for a long time. I literally can’t go into Bed, Bath & Beyond without thinking about the ending <3

nominated by @kittenofdoomage

Blind Luck (oneshot) by @crispychrissy

A great Sam x reader that hits the holy trifecta of smut, fluff, and angst.

Blood And Water (series) by @crashdevlin

Pretty sure I’ve recc’d this before but it’s such a good series, so twisted and angsty, my dark little heart loves it. Heed the warnings!

Just Sam (oneshot) by @dontshootmespence

This might not be everyone’s cup of tea but for me, it’s perfection, because I am a kinky bitch and any other kinky bitches out there would definitely enjoy this XD

nominated by @deanwanddamons

Private Party With A Rockstar (oneshot) by @mummybear

@mummybear Has been working her butt off this month for her RolePlay May. She wrote this story for me and put me in it (my name is Sian). Rockstar!Jensen is one of my weakness’s, and she knows that, and clearly knows me very well too, as included everything I like 😉

She’s Not You by @winchest09

@winchest09 is one of my fave authors. This is a super cute, super fluffy fic which really cheered me up.

Dangerous Signs (Series) by @kittenofdoomage

I LOVED this series. it was so good and lots of fun with some very sexy going’s on. Rhi’s work is just fantastic 💕

Wedding Bells (oneshot) by @katehuntington

This one shot is super cute and fluffy! I love her writing so much and this is not exception 💕

Not Much Left (oneshot) by @impala-dreamer

Demon!Dean is another of my weakness’s and fic really hit the spot 🥵🔥

Dear Dean (series) by @smol-and-grumpy

This series made me laugh, made me cry, made me horny and made me gasp. One of the best series I have read 💕

nominated by @emilyshurley

Jensen’s Self Care Routine (oneshot) - @luci-in-trenchcoats

It is just adorable. People taking care of themselves for their loved ones. You can’t get more fluffy.

The Proposal (series) - @katymacsupernatural (Ongoing)

If you love fake dating fics, you’ll definitely love this one. Really like the character of “the reader”.

Private Party with a Rockstar (oneshot) - @mummybear

This one is both hot and adorable at the same time

You shook me (oneshot) @myinconnelly1

It’s Myin writing Demon!Dean what more do you want? No seriously that’s the perfect combination

Dancing the Spiral (oneshot) by @myinconnelly1

One of the only times I genuinely felt like a fic was creepy in a good way. And the passing of the whole thing is great. Am I little biased because its Myin, yes but that doesn’t make the fic any less good. sure it’s on the longer side but definitely worth it.

The only exception (series) - @ne-gans and @negans-lucille-tblr

I have only read the first part so far but I had to mention it. It is a serial killer AU so read the trigger warnings just in case.

Make it Big (series)- @negans-lucille-tblr

Again I’m still catching up It’s one of those fics I thought I won’t like reading but was really glad that I started.

Cast no Shadow (series) @kittenofdoomage

It’s Rhi, I can fangirl a lot about her fics. Really enjoyed (?) (that might not be the right word) the whole fitting a new relationship in existing ones. Felt to real in a weird way. It might seem like I don’t like the fic because of how I’m wording this but that’s really not the case.

Nominated by @deanwinchesterswitch

Sunshine (oneshot) by @talesmaniac89

If you like angst, this is the fic for you. It is utterly captivating and heart wrenching. It’s a cut your heart out with a dull centuries-old wooden spoon style hurt. The use of the song lines in this fic is well thought out and poetic. Make sure to have a box of tissues handy. If you don’t at least tear up while reading this, then you don’t have a heart to cut out, and your soul is already in hell.

Choices (CYOE) by @talesmaniac89

A clever interactive series where you get to choose your favorite Winchester, and the ending of the story. This is so detailed and intriguing. I loved the story I ended up with the first time, and excitedly went back in to pick the other options. Each story was unique and well written.

Babe I’m Gonna Leave You (oneshot) by @waywardbaby

This one shot is an absolutely stunning piece of smut. The lack of dialogue makes it that much better. All you’re left with is the option to feel the detailed emotions—sexual tension to the max.

No Words (oneshot) by @because-imma-lady-assface

Beautiful, detailed, and heartbreaking. Dean’s pain and need for comfort are palpable, and I cried while reading it. I can’t find the proper words to describe how this fic made me feel, but man did it ever make me feel.

Sky Full of Stars (oneshot) by @smol-and-grumpy

This is the sequel to Something Just Like This and is just as exciting as the first series. A roller coaster of suspense. The characters continue on their journey of love, dealing with the good and bad that comes with every relationship—the perfect combination of angst and fluff with a healthy dose of smut.

Something Just Like This (oneshot) by @smol-and-grumpy

A perfect combination of big badass Dean and soft, fluffy Dean, along with all the incredible smut your little heart could desire. I usually don’t like to read a series until it is complete, because I am impatient and don’t want to wait for the next chapter to post. However, this story was intriguing and sexy, and I couldn’t keep from reading each chapter as soon as it posted and then eagerly anticipating the next.

Nominated by anon

Request 42 (oneshot) by @thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters

This was super-duper cute!! I love frustrated soon to be parents especially when one of those parents is Dean! Great work, well worth the read!

Just A Daydream (onesho) by @maddiepants

This fic is refreshing with its canon-ness! I love Sam's little dream, and you get so wrapped up in it, you forget. Absolutely masterful and HOT AS HELL! Also, Tall People, WTF?

Thank you all for the awesome work and great feedback!

These are not actual awards! This system is set up so everyone in the pond has a chance to share the love and promote a fic/author that has grabbed your attention. The more people that participate, and the more everyone remembers to submit their own fics after posting, the better this will be :D

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

#afa masterlist #afas #angel fish awards #spn fic rec #spn fanfic

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fatechica · 5 years ago

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Sneak peak for next chapter ?

A sneak peak, you say? Why, don’t mind if I do.

(fair warning, if you think you’re gonna get any resolution out of this, you boutta be disappointed because ahead lies only pain - pain for as far as the eye can see....)

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It takes approximately half a nanosecond for Mike to realize just how much he fucked up.

Actually, to be perfectly honest, he knew he’d fucked up from the moment he snapped at El when she told him she knows about probably the most embarrassing experience of his entire life.

Mike knows he was beyond wrong to lash out at her – knew it in the moment, too. But it was like El had touched on a raw nerve in an open wound and he swiped at her like a wounded animal backed into a corner, acting on instinct instead of reason.

But, for as much as Mike knows he’s fucked up, he’s utterly paralyzed as he watches El walk out of his room… and away from him. He can hear the sickening echo of their parting words loop over and over in his brain (I guess we’re done here, then – Guess we are). And, with each loop, it warms until it’s like the horror movie funhouse version: unrecognizably familiar.

Mike can hear himself agreeing with El’s far-too-cold declaration that their relationship or whatever it actually was –

(relationship, partnership, forever, his heart clamors from the protective corner he’s locked it in, the part of him that knows without a shadow of a doubt that he’ll never feel about anyone the way he feels about el.)

– is over and he can’t fucking believe those words came from his mouth, that he so readily and easily said them.

And the fact that all of this has happened, all in the span of less than 10 minutes, leaves him numb and dizzy, brain flubbing with disbelief as he stands there frozen in place, El having just disappeared from view.

In fact, it’s only when he hears the distant sounds of the front door opening and shutting does any kind of movement come back to his limbs and his brain.

“Fuck.” The word spills from between his lips, tumbling out beyond his control. And it’s like the simple utterance unlocks the floodgates of his brain. “Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” Mike kicks at the underside of his bed, shin striking the frame and shaking the entire thing. Pain slices up his leg, but it’s nothing compared to the pain pounding away in his heart.

The full weight of what just happened is finally dawning on him, revealing the gaping chasm of heartbreak and regret he’s in the middle of falling into. And, the worst part, is that it’s all his fault.

What has he done? God, what has he done?

Mike turns and collapses onto the edge of his bed, head falling into his hands. He closes his eyes, like it’ll block everything out. But the movie reel of the last 10 minutes just runs over and over again and the only thing closing his eyes does is trap the tears that spring up so they can burn against his flesh.

Mike presses the heels of his palms against his closed eyes, but the tears continue to flow, spilling out from behind his eyelids and past his hands.

Mike can’t believe – just can’t – how much has changed in what feels like a blink of an eye. One minute, he had everything and now he has nothing….

Only, that’s not true, is it? He hasn’t had anything in a long time. In fact, all he had was El and naturally he screwed that all up.

The sudden shift in equilibrium feels like someone’s doused him with ice water and pulled off the blindfold at the same time, leaving him shivering among the ruins that lay in tatters at his feet. His family is broken – hell, he is broken; his friends are on their last nerve when it comes to putting up with his flaky bullshit these days; and El, the only good thing in his life, is gone, pushed away by his own self-destructive hand.

What does he have left? What can he possibly salvage from the wreckage of his failures and faults?

I have to apologize. I have to fix this. The thought rings loudly in his brain like a clarion call, realization zipping through him and leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Somehow, Mike’s going to have to suck it up, gather every shred of bravery he absolutely does not have, and apologize to El like his life depends on it.

Hopefully, she’ll be willing to listen to him – honestly, he wouldn’t blame her if she told him to fuck off for the rest of his life. But he has to try. The thought of a life where El doesn’t play a starring role is not a life he wants to have.

God, he can’t believe the things he said, the things he accused her of, of being with him out of pity and not understanding him.

It’s not true – Mike knows it’s not. He doesn’t feel like anyone gets him the way El does. And he knows she’s not the type to act out of pity. She was with him because she wanted to be, and he went and fucked it all up.

He’d just been so hurt, first at finding out she’s known about Ashley all this time and then the accusation that he was selfish, that he had nothing really to be sad and angry about.

Not true, the still wounded part of his psyche whispers in hissed undertones. She doesn’t understand what’s really going on.

Which, if Mike has to be honest with himself about, is his fault because he hasn’t told her. El has no idea about the things Mike’s been keeping from her and he feels like the biggest hypocrite for getting mad at her for keeping secrets from him when he’s been hiding a pretty big fucking part of his life from her.

Not that it excuses what El did – she should have told him sooner about what she knew. But Mike knows he has to let it go because it’s only right. Hell, it’s only fair.

Mike groans at the thought of fairness, falling back into the bed as his strength gives out on him. At the core of this, all El wanted was to be treated fairly, to feel like she had a say, and he tossed it in her face. Yes, going to a school dance is still the last thing Mike wants to do, but he could have found some sort of compromise, some kind of middle ground.

Guess it turns out I won’t do anything for her, when it comes down to it. The realization makes him unbearably sad and the tears that had just started drying up spring back to life.

El deserves someone who will give her everything, who will move heaven and earth to make her feel like she’s as amazing as she is. Mike knows she doesn’t deserve someone like him, that she deserves better… hell, he also knows he will never deserve her, not after what just happened.

But he has to try. Because he doesn’t think he can live without her.

Because he thinks – no, he knows – he’s in love with her. He has been for months, but he hasn’t had the courage to face it until now, until he had no other choice.

Mike just wishes he didn’t have to hit rock bottom in order to get here. But that’s where he is now and there’s no other path forward than this. Mike has no choice but to put himself out there. Anything else is just too painful to think about.

God, what if this doesn’t work? What if he can’t get her to forgive him, talk to him… acknowledge him?

Even though Mike wouldn’t blame El for doing any of that, just the thought makes his hope seem futile.

You’d deserve it, that insidious voice hisses from the dark corners of his mind, piping up with its usual black tar of doubt and self-loathing.

For the first time in a while, anger and frustration roar up inside of him to do battle with the voice. And Mike curses that there’s a part of him that won’t let him be happy, won’t let him have hope. It always, always, tries to pull him down to its level until he can’t ever get up again.

That voice has been the driving force of nearly every action he’s taken for the past several months and Mike’s tired of it. He’s going to have to figure out a way to muzzle that voice if he has any chance of making things right with El and that’s just as daunting a task as getting El to talk to him again.

Ugh, fuck everything, Mike laments with a tired groan. He feels antsy and exhausted at the same time as he sits up in bed, shoulders slumped with the weight of everything piled on top of him.

Mike isn’t sure what tortured impulse makes him do this, but he shifts where he’s sitting, one knee drawn up and folded in front of him so he can easily turn and look at the other side of the bed.

El’s side of the bed, to be exact.

When his brain assigned her a side, Mike doesn’t know, but the sight of it – empty, blankets rumpled, pillow still gently dented from where her head was resting – twists painfully at his heart. He knows if he picks up that pillow, he’ll still be able to smell her and that’s all it takes for his throat to grow thick, tears threatening to spill once more.

Mike stands up in a rush, hurrying to look away. The hits feel like they’re coming way too quickly and he knows he has to get out of there unless he wants to risk a full-on meltdown.

So he dresses in a clean pair of PJs and all but runs from the room in search of some sort of sanctuary.

Which means the basement is out – too many memories of El down there – so Mike finds himself spread out on the couch in the family room, homework and textbooks discarded around him. He just doesn’t have the mental energy to do any of it.

But he tries… or he pretends to at any rate. Turns out that without anything to distract him, there’s nothing to keep Mike from focusing on just how empty his house is… and how absent his family is.

In fact, there’s nothing to distract him from just how fucked up this whole thing is and Mike can’t look away.

Or, rather, everywhere he looks, there it is. It’s like taking El away has lifted the blinders and there’s nowhere for him to look but at the broken landscape spread out in front of him. And the emotions he’s spent so long avoiding are rearing their ugly head.

Sadness swallows him, then – deep and unrelenting, the kind that is all too easy to drown in. Mike finds himself crying and unable to do anything to make it stop. Tears spill down his face, dripping off the edge of his jaw to fall onto the open pages of the textbook in his lap, the one he can no longer see because his vision is completely clouded over.

The world swims all around him and Mike gives up trying to be useful. For a while, he just sits there, head tipped back to rest against the couch cushions while silent tears just pour down his face. He doesn’t sob, doesn’t cry out, doesn’t wail or whine or any of it.

He just… cries, overburdened by the weight of his grief that presses down on his chest until he can barely breathe.

Mike’s not sure how long he sits there, grief working through him one inch at a time. He sets aside his homework, knowing that he’s not going to get any of it done, and eventually, he gets up to scrounge dinner together.

His mom and Holly are at his aunt’s house and his dad’s away on a business trip, so no one’s there to see the slow breakdown he’s experiencing. And with no one there to check in on him, Mike’s allowed to wallow in depressing silence.

Even though his grief isn’t explosive, it’s still exhausting – like a marathon instead of a sprint – and Mike crawls into bed somewhere around 9:30, eyes dried out and burning, lids both heavy from exhaustion and swollen from tears.

At some point, as he lays there trying to fall asleep, he grabs the pillow that still has El’s lingering scent on it and holds it tight to his chest. It both comforts him and hurts him by equal measure, a painful reminder of the fuck up he’s turned his life into… the fuck up his life’s been for months, if he’s being honest.

And yet, despite the daunting task ahead of him, despite the fact that he’s going to have to crawl out of this pit and learn how to cope with his family’s new normal head on instead of avoiding it, despite having to do all of that while keeping the other pieces of his life together (such as they are)... when he finally manages to fall asleep that night?

It’s the best night’s sleep he’s had in months.

#stranger things #mileven #it's just pain folks #nothing but angsty pain #Anonymous

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fabuloustrash05 · 5 years ago

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Courting A Salamandrian

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Word Count: 2711

Warning: Some minor language and swearing

Author’s Notes: Just a heads up to avoid any confusion, this chapter is in Raph’s POV. It’s something I wanted to try and might do again in future chapters. Another thing I have to mention is that I really struggled with this chapter mainly because I added so much and it wasn’t fitting in and making me happy. So I decided to save some things for a later chapter! Now I’m happy with the final product! Hope you enjoy! :3

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Chapter 2: Lost In His Thoughts

My eyes widened and my heart began to beat fast, “W-what?” I quickly sat up, gently removing Mona from my arms.

“Are you and I married?” she said, repeating the question as she sat up.

I didn’t know what to say, so I just asked her, “Why do you ask that?”

“You said that a marriage on your planet is a relationship that has trust, care, and respect for one another. We have that in our romance. You also said that when two people truly love each other, they are married. And I love you dearly, Raphael, and you love me. You even said I was your mate, your ‘perfect mate’ to be exact, so we must be married. Aren't we?” She gives me a cute little smile, making my face heat up.

“I love you too, Mona,” I said still shaking from the question, “but um..” I scratch the back of my head, unsure of what to say, “Mona, you and I are...” I looked at Mona, seeing a mix of joy a curiosity in her eyes. Will my answer upset her? I don't want to do that, but I don’t want to lie to her. I take a deep breath and I said, “No... we’re not married.”

Mona tilts her head in confusion, “We’re not?”

“Yeah...we’re not…”

“Oh.. I see...” Mona’s look of confusion turned to a slight look of disappointment and uncertainty.

“Mona, I love you. I really do,” I said quickly as I sat in front of her, “I don’t want you to think that I don’t care about you.”

“Don't care about me?” She laughs “I know you do.” She gently places her soft hand on my cheek. “I already know you love me. I was only curious about the marriage tradition on your planet. That’s all.”

“...Mona Lisa, I’m-”

Mona gently places her finger on my lips, hushing me, “I understand, Raphael.” Mona says as she gets up from the ground. She grabs my hand she lifts me onto my feet. “I apologize for my assumptions.”

“You don’t have to apologize. It’s just...”

Mona lifts my chin up and looks at me with a smile, “I don’t want you to worry about this topic,” She kisses me on the forehead and smiles, but I don't react. I’m still confused about what just happened. How is she so calm?

“I love you, Raphael. We don’t need marriage to prove that, but I wish to ask you this.”

“W-what?”

“What are we?”

“What are we?” I repeated.

“In our relationship? If were not married than what are we?”

“Mona…” Unsure what to say, so without thinking, I quickly answered, “We’re dating. It’s just you and me.”

She was quiet for a moment as she stared at me with her beautiful eyes, but soon she smiles.

“Then, that's perfect for me,” she says softly as she gives me smile, “I should be heading home. It’s far past curfew.” She begins folding the blanket we had while lying on the roof. “I promised the Mutanimals that I would help them with their training tomorrow morning. Would you care to walk me home, my love?”

I noticed that she was offering me her hand, for which I give her credit -- finally learning that on Earth it doesn’t mean you want to challenge someone to a fight. But I don't take it. Mona’s question was all I could think about. She’s right for asking. If we are not married, then what are we? Boyfriend and girlfriend, right? That’s basically what I told her. We’re a couple, we’ve been one for a while now. But not anything more.

“...Raphael?”

I come back to reality, “Oh, ugh, yeah. Sure.” I take her hand and we begin to leave the building’s roof.

Marriage. How have I never thought of marriage until now? I’ve been with Mona for so long, and yet the idea never came to me. I mean, Mikey and Casey have brought it up as a joke once or twice before - but I just always ignored them. How have I never even talked about the future with her? I’ve been so caught up in the moment with her, living in the present. But now, why can’t I stop thinking about our future? Will our relationship stay this way forever? Will anything change? Our lives with each other have been the same and were happy, but now it feels different. Like, something is missing...

“Raphael, are you alright? You’re awfully quiet.”

I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't realized we had already made it to the Mutanimals place, “S-sorry, I was just... thinking.”

“Are you ill?” she says as she gently places the back of her hand on my forehead.

I take her hand and hold it in mine, giving her a smile, “No, I’m not ill. I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not fine. You’re still thinking about what I asked.”

She’s good at that. She knows me well enough to see when I’m not myself. I nodded.

At that moment she grabbed my other hand and held both of them in hers.

“Raphael,” she said in a firm voice, “I don’t want you to worry about anything. I hate to be the reason for your grief. Like you said, ‘We’re already a part of each other's lives’. We don’t need marriage. Our lives are fine the way they are now. I’m already in your life.” Mona again lifts my chin and gently kisses me.

“Goodnight, Raphael,” she whispers in a soft, loving tone.

I smile, “Goodnight, Mona Lisa.”

As I watch Mona enter the abandoned building the Mutanimals call home, she turns to me one more time, giving me a smile and waving goodbye. Once I know she is safely inside, I head home myself.

It was almost 2 o'clock in the morning when I returned home. I know Leo is gonna nag me if he finds out I missed curfew. I entered the lair quietly so as to not wake my brothers.

In the lair, I found my little brother, Mikey, asleep on the couch. As is his custom, he was surrounded by empty pizza boxes, and half eaten slices of pizza were still on the floor. The TV was on. He was probably watching a Krognard the Barbarian marathon, but fell asleep from gorging himself. Typical Mikey. Next to him, also asleep, was Ice Cream Kitty, and my precious Chompy. I smile at them, and grab a blanket for the shivering Mikey. I cover him up, turn off the TV, and begin quietly cleaning up a little of the mess he left behind. I took the pizza boxes and threw the empty ones out. I put the ones that weren’t opened in the fridge, along with putting Ice Cream Kitty back in the freezer so she won't melt.

I gently picked up Chompy, trying not to wake him, and held him in my arms.

“You're getting heavy,” I quietly said to him. He was getting big, almost the size of a full grown dog. Pretty soon, I’m not gonna be able to pick him up any more.

I carry Chompy to my room and close the door behind me. I set him on the foot of my bed where he can rest. As I sit on my bed next to Chompy, I begin to relive what happened between Mona and I that night.

Especially when she said, “I’m already a part of your life, we don’t need marriage.”

I mean she’s right! She IS a part of my life. She’s always been there for me from the moment we met. I remember the moment I realized I had feelings for her. Love hit me hard, literally. That punch strangely awakened my feelings for her and those feelings turned into a crush and that crush lead to me falling in love with her. I don’t even know why a woman like her fell for someone like me, but she did. She called me “noble” and fought by my side so we could get off that ice planet. I earned her trust, and then her affection. She kissed me, God it was amazing! And at that moment I finally understood what my brothers were talking about when they would gush about their crushes. I had finally found someone who I can give my heart to, but then too soon, she had to leave.

Our long distance relationship was like hell - being in constant wonder if I’ll ever see her again, worrying that she’ll find someone else and forget about me, and I’ll forget about her. When Mona and I reunited in Dimension X, I knew our relationship had hope. I then asked her out for the first time, and she said, “Yes”! After that, we found a way to stay in touch by sending each other messages. Even when we had long distances between us, I knew she was out there -- sending me her support and love, no matter what planet we were on. She would message me telling me about her recent battles she had fought in. I would update her on our progress in our mission to stop the Triceratons. And all that while flirting from time to time. I would write her love letters, something I thought I would never do. Everything was great, until he found out about our relationship.

I never thought one of my enemies would use my feelings for someone against me, but Lord Dregg achieved that. When he learned about my relationship with Mona, he blackmailed her to work for him, to lure my brothers and I into a trap, to betray my trust in her. For the first time in my life, I experienced heartbreak. I couldn’t fight. I was broken. I was full of anger and sadness. I was mad at Mona, but also hurt. Even with all my anger and frustration from her betrayal, deep down I still cared for her. I know now that she had her reasons, and I understand why she did it. She had to make a choice, her entire planet full of innocent people or me. I knew she regretted every second of what happened. It hurt her as much as it hurt me. Now, she never wants to talk about it. I can respect that.

At the end of it all, she apologized to me and, like usual, my anger took over and controlled me, not letting me forgive her, leading her to make a big sacrifice. She said she loved me for the first time. I realized something that day. She was the key to my strength. I used to just fight for the fun of it. I finally had a true reason to fight. Her love made me stronger than I ever was before.

I blame myself for what happened to her next. Mona Lisa nearly gave her life to save my brothers and I from Dregg’s planet when we tried to escape. I couldn’t protect her. I remember when I held her in my arms when she was unconscious from being stung by one of Dregg’s monsters. I was so scared that I was gonna lose her and for a moment I thought I did. That whole experience we shared was something we never wanted to repeat.

Again, we dealt with long distances once my brothers and I returned to Earth, but this time, maintaining our relationship was more difficult. I had no way to contact her. We were back to where we started. I hated it. Keeping my pain and feelings to myself, I waited for the day she and I could reunite. I didn’t want to open up about how much I missed her to anyone, except maybe Chompy. I never stopped thinking about her. Any time I saw the stars in the night sky, I thought of her. More girls entered my life, but they were nothing compared to a woman like Mona Lisa. I loved her and I stayed loyal to her, even if a part of me doubted that I’d never see her again. But my hope was strong, and soon she returned. And this time, I didn’t want to let her go.

When we finally reunited again, I remember suggesting to Mona that she stay on Earth with me. The choice was difficult for her, yet she agreed. After that day, our relationship grew. We wanted to be with each other all-of-the-time to make up for those times when we weren’t together. I remember when we finally went on our first earthly date. I took her out on a tour around New York City, showing her the sights, and my favorite places to go. I showed her how things work around my planet. She loved it, saying that she’s never seen or experienced a planet quite like mine. After that, I took her to other places, Murakami’s restaurant, April’s old farm house. She even dragged me into space at one point so she could go visit Sal Commander. There I learned more about her culture, and she even taught me how to speak some Salamandrian. I mean, I’m still not good at it, but it's nice to understand Mona a little bit more when she speaks in her planet’s native language.

She started bonding with my friends and family. Leo, that dork, got her into Spaceheroes, and now they watch it together all the time. Mona has gotten close with the Mighty Mutanimals as well. She, Slash, and Leatherhead all became really good friends and are a very impressive team in combat. She and Rockwell always have these intellectual conversations that I never understand. Then, there’s Mondo Gecko who won't stop flirting with her! I always have to give him a “friendly reminder” that she’s already taken. I’m mostly grateful that Mona gets along great with the other girls. My sister, Karai, really likes and respects Mona as a fighter, and Mona feels the same. Meanwhile, there's April who absolutely loves spending time with Mona. Actually not just that, they’ve bonded so much that they told me that they are best friends. So much so, that April convinced Mona that she and I should go on a double date with April and Donnie!

I can’t believe we’ve done so much. We have done everything together -- from the sparring sessions (with her proving every time why I love her so much when she beats my ass), watching movies together, talking on the phone for hours, going out on patrol to find bad guys to beat or just using that as an excuse to go and make out in private, hehe…

Anyway, I always enjoy her company. When she isn’t around, I think about her beautiful smile and how happy she makes me feel. Her existence in my life gives me the strength to keep on fighting.

“Are we married?”

Her question repeats in my head. Marriage does require trust, care, and respect. She’s right, we do have that. I do love Mona and I know she loves me. I can always see it in her eyes, her beautiful eyes…but this isn’t just about our love for each other. I remember Splinter once told me that his marriage with his wife was not only about their love. It's about being there for the other one - to take care of them. Two lives becoming one. Sharing the same goals and dreams. That's what a husband and wife do for each other.

Am I ready to always be there for Mona? To care for her? To share my life with her?

“I’m already in your life…” I hear her whisper in my mind.

She’s in my life but she’s not a part of my entire life…

It's not enough. I realize that now. I don't just want her in my life, I want her to be my life. I want to be there for her, to care for her, protect her, and share my life with her. I am ready to make that commitment. I’m ready to do all of that for her because I love her!

For the first time in my life I’m finally planning ahead, seeing our future. I know what I want now in our relationship, and it's a change I’m ready to make.

Happy and confident in my decision, I lied down in my bed. With a smile on my face, I peacefully fall asleep.

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tvntae · 6 years ago

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heartbreak hotel 4

pairing: reader x ceo!jeon jungkook

plot: was sleeping with your boss really such a great idea?

Genre: smut (eventual), angst, fluff

word count: 3.7k ish

A/n: THANK YOU GUYS FOR BEING SO DAMN PATIENT!! I NEVER TAKE THIS LONG WITH UPDATES BUT IVE BEEN BUSSSSSY LATELY. I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS CHAPTER!! <3

You shut your eyes tight when you feel Jungkook’s body slightly shift next to yours. Either he was a wild sleeper, or both him and yourself couldn’t sleep. But neither one of you says anything to each other. If you were honest with yourself, you hated that you had sex with Jungkook. Yes, it was arguably the best sex you had ever had, but it didn’t deter you from the fact that it was morally wrong. You chew on your bottom lip as your brain races, nothing making sense, you want to get up from the bed and ran away. Run as fast as you can but what difference would that make really? What’s done is done. It was consensual, something you both had wanted, and now that it’s over you feel sick. You can’t help but wonder if Jungkook feels the same way you do. You know he wouldn’t leave his fiance for you, and besides, that isn’t something that had ever crossed your mind. So, you could bet your life that he didn’t want that either. Jungkook snuggles up closer to you and begins to snore softly; you figure he’s probably comfortable now. This isn’t a bed Jungkook is used to sleeping in. One can assume he rests in a much more expensive, much larger bed than your own. Jungkook’s lips trace the crevice between your neck and collar bone, ticking you. You try your best to move further closer to the edge of the bed but, Jungkook who is most likely not fully asleep just yet groans, loud, might you add and the sound rings in your ears. So used to it being silent for the past hour, expect for Jungkook’s occasional snore. Jungkook smacks his lips to together, gathering saliva to wet his dry mouth. You try to slow your breathing to try tricking him into thinking you’re sleeping.

You don't understand why you’re acting this way if you were uncomfortable you could kick him out. Indeed this is your home. But apart of you likes that Junkook is still here, still holding you, strong arms snaked around you as if he was the one afraid you’d leave him. You hadn’t had a man touch you this way in so long, Jungkook’s affection blinded you and even when you caught wind of how treacherous the situation was becoming you welcomed said danger with opened arms. You could have said no. You had several opportunities to do so and yet you did the complete opposite. Situations like this only end in despair. Moreover, in your case, it could end in losing your job, being homeless or even having to move back home and move in with your parents. You grimace at the fact.

“Please, for the love of God stop moving y/n.” You hear behind you, and your eyes shoot open. You couldn’t possibly be making that many movements for Jungkook to pick up on that fast. You close your eyes again and pray he lets it go.

Jungkook shifts and this time you can tell he got up from the bed. You hear him stretch and yawn, extremely obnoxiously, and for a second you wonder to yourself if he did it to be annoying or because he’s just that much of an ass in the wee hours of the morning. Jungkook is still butt ass naked and for some reason that annoys you more. You don’t even walk around your place naked.

“Want something from the kitchen?” Jungkook ask you, and you’re so damn tempted to turn around to look at him, but you resist, still wanting him to think you are asleep. He huffs and you know he still doesn’t quite believe you're sleeping but, for the time being, it would do. You breathe a sigh of relief once you hear his footsteps tracking down the hallway towards your tiny kitchen, and now you kind of really regret not asking him to grab you a bottle of water from your fridge. With Jungkook now being out of the room, you move your duvet aside and get out if bed, slowly tip-toeing as not to alert Jungkook that you are awake as he had previously suspected. You reach your dresser and pull out a nightie, something you don't usually wear, but you'd rather not have Jungkook see you in your regular sleepwear; which are old dingy sweatpants and a way too big tee.

It's quite dark in your room, only light from the hallway slowly seeping through the crack in your door. You couldn't see much but can quickly dress and promptly crawl back into bed. By the time you've secured your duvet in walks Jungkook. You close your eyes tight again and relax your shoulders when he too gets back into bed. He doesn't say another word, and soon you hear his breathing even out.

Your alarm is loud as fuck. You nearly fall out of bed when you finally notice that it isn't apart of your dream, or should you say nightmare, but it is indeed time for you to adult today. You had gotten no sleep last night, and you feel shitty. Your head ached, and your muscles were tense. You turn to your side and see Jungkook is no longer in bed and his clothes are gone as well. You don't know how to feel about him being gone so soon, and you can't help but wonder what time he could have gotten up. You would have heard him leave, right? He wouldn't just up and go without saying anything. He's the type to at least leave a note on a girls nightstand after a one night stand. At least you think he is. But your judgment shouldn't be trusted seeing as you also thought Jungkook wasn't the type to hook up with an employee.

Groaning you step out of bed and turn off your alarm. It's 9:00 am, which means you need to get ready and be out of your door within the next hour. The last few days that Jungkook had been staying with you he advised you to stay home since you would have no use in the office without him. He said he was going to take a few days off from work, which fucking surprised you because The Jeon Jungkook doesn't do work breaks. Staying home was boring as fuck, the occasional flirty conversation with Jeon was fun but, Jungkook mostly stayed on his phone and rarely left your apartment.

The plus side was he did cook and did the dishes and cleaned up after himself like the gentleman that you knew was in him all along. Jungkook wasn't a bad guy, but sometimes he just wasn't the best guy. He had a short fuse, and in the small amount of time he crashed on your couch, and an even shorter time on your bed, you saw just how angry he could get, small or big, and yet you were more than fine putting up with it. You weren't sure if it was because he was your boss and you were afraid of being fired if you got to loose-lipped or if you were growing a soft spot for the guy, you prayed it wasn't the latter.

Finally deciding what to wear today you get dressed and call a cab. You usually take the bus to work in the early mornings but because the weather forecast says it's none stop rain with a possibility of thunderstorms it's best to play it safe today. Besides, you spent a significant amount of time on your hair and makeup today. Just because you feel like hell doesn't mean you want to look it as well.

You walk into your office feeling like a nervous klutz, your palms sweaty, pits itch, the whole nine. You'd been here for 20 minutes waiting for Jungkook to call or at least walk in to tell you his next 'order' and he hasn't. Typically, he at least has some task waiting for you at your desk. Hell, sometimes he's waiting for you inside of your office before you even get there for a quick briefing. So him not making his appearance known is... unsettling. You pace around, your hands covering your face. Your stomach grumbles from the lack of food this morning. You thought having a cup of black coffee for breakfast was a great idea at the time. You were running low on cash so you couldn't stop to get anything on your way here. Ugh, the day was looking to be more and more frustrating.

Two hours pass and Jungkook still hasn't shown up to your office. You scroll on your Twitter and Instagram feed for the 100th time, sighing when you notice your mutuals aren't as active during the morning as they are in the late afternoon and early evenings. You wanted to bang your head on your desk from the anger that has started to boil inside you, Where the fuck could he be? What an asshole. You stand up from your desk chair and decide to make the first move, and that move is heading straight to Jungkook's office. The only time you've been in his office is if he calls you in, which has been less than ten times since you've started this position. You hadn't minded that much about it. A man's office is his personal space, you guess. Jungkook's office isn't too far from yours; it's just a few steps away from your very own much smaller one.

Standing in front of his office door has your heart thumping loud. You're nervous, again for the second time today and it does nothing more than to annoy you further. All you needed to see was if Jungkook was in his office or not and if not then you'd be taking your merry ass on your way. You open the door to Jungkook's office and step inside and what you see makes the blood in your veins completely freeze, actually maybe you freeze altogether.

There's a woman in Jungkook's office; actually, it isn't just any woman. You recognize her as the one from those pictures, his fiance, and he's kissing her. They haven't noticed that you were behind them and you sure as hell don't want to make your presence known. You want to turn around and exit, to pretend like you never came into his office in the first place. You'd been standing there for 30 seconds too long, and when you belatedly decide to leave, Jungkook turns around to face you. Your eyes bulge out if you head and you can tell he looks slightly mortified that you'd 'caught' him but soon that look of shame leaves his face altogether and anger replaces it.

Jungkook doesn't even give you enough time to let you explain yourself before he's excusing himself from his finance and dragging you somewhat roughly out of his room. He's pissed but rightfully, so are you. You've been here for almost 3 hours already, and he still hasn't given you anything to do. If you knew he was in his office this entire time sucking face with his fiance, then you would have just called in sick or some shit. You feel like the absolute worse human on the planet, when did you become a whore? Okay, whore is a harsh word, but still, you had sex with your boss, your taken boss, your soon to be married with 3 and a half kids boss; alright, that last part you're not so sure about, but your point still stands. You're as much of dick as Jungkook is. Maybe you're an even bigger one.

"What the fuck were you doing in my office?" Jungkook is seething, and the grip on your arm has only gotten tighter. He makes you feel like a child again. Like he didn't just fuck your brains out less than 24 hours ago. The thought only makes you feel guilty. You are silent for a moment, and Jungkook's eyes only get wider as he awaits your answer. You stumble over words in your head, trying to piece things together but your brain is ultimately failing you when you need it the most. "Are you fucking dense? You can't just walk into my office whenever you feel like it." If this were anyone else you'd have kicked their ass by now, but this is Jungkook, your boss and you've learned to bite your tongue when he gets this way.

"So what, you're gonna stay silent the whole time?" You open your mouth to say something finally, but he cuts you off. "Fine then. Get your shit and go home." He deadpans. Wait, for what? "But I haven't even worked half a shift today I-," "Don't care. Out. Now." You wanted to cry, and you never cry. Okay, so maybe you always cry, but this was so uncalled for. You look up at Jungkook, silently pleading for him to let you stay. He was so vague with you, and you weren't sure if he was firing you or just making you leave for the day. Either way, it was enough for you to drop your head in embarrassment. You mumble an okay, and Jungkook releases your arm. He doesn't say another word and so your spin on your heels and walk to your office to gather your purse and coat. You were sure that if he fired you, he'd outright say so. But you being dismissed early kind of feels worse honestly. It feels like the walk of shame, and you had nothing to be ashamed about. You hate being unproductive at work and you thought going into Jungkook's office was a great idea. You guessed it would show initiative. That'd you cared deeply about your work. But it didn't seem to appease him; it was the absolute opposite. He's annoyed and specifically with you.

The ride home takes forever. The traffic is terrible around this time. Honestly, you thought the rain would slow the commuters today, but it seems not to hinder them from their daily lives and duties. The rain has eased somewhat but you know soon it will pick up again. At least you can get some more much-needed sleep when you get home or order some takeout since you had little to no food to eat. The rain does distract you from Jungkook for awhile and that you are appreciative for.

You immediately kick off your heels when you enter your apartment and throw your coat on your couch. You know you need a shower, but for now, you want to lounge around. You step into your room and flip your light switch, quickly changing into something less constricting like this pencil skirt that's a size too small for you. You jump into bed after you've put your work clothes in your hamper. Something isn't right because as soon as you land on the side Jungkook was previously laying on the night before a sharp object pierces your ribs. Wincing, you roll over closer toward the edge and pull your duvet back reviling a very shiny, expensive looking Rolex. You pick it up to inspect and roll on your back. Holding it into the air so the light can hit it correctly and you watch as it shines. It's beautiful, and you think it might be custom made. How the fuck can someone afford a gold encrusted watch? Well, that rich bastard Jungkook could. You wonder if Jungkook has noticed that he left it here. Hopefully, you pray he doesn't think you stole it from him. You set the watch on your nightstand and decide to worry about what to do with it later. Shit, you might even toss it in the bin. Serves the bastard right.

You awaken from a nap a few hours later. Going by the time displayed on the digital clock on your nightstand you slept for a good five hours.

You order yourself lunch on your laptop from your favorite takeout place. The restaurant wasn't too far from you so it won't take very long for the delivery driver to show up. You head into your living room to go searching for your cellphone. You usually take it everywhere with you but, because you were so bummed about the Jungkook situation you decided to leave it in your bag.

You had a few unread messages, some from your mom. She frequently texts you during your work hours because of the time difference. It must be nighttime where she is right now. You miss being home, a lot, if you were truthful with yourself. Things were so much different back there, and you were still trying to get accustomed to the life you have here. You would probably be in an excellent relationship by this time if you never left. The guys from your city weren't all bad. There's going to be a few bad apples everywhere you go. You sigh and quickly text your mother back and tell her how your day went, albeit leaving the part where you were sent home early out.

The next few notifications you scrolled through were emails from your Gmail app, as dull as ever. You managed a lot of Jungkook's events and meetings through Gmail, so most of your notifications were mostly work related. You put your phone aside and flop on your couch and start up Netflix.

The takeout you had wasn't as good as it usually is. Today was the perfect day to cry and crawl under your cover for the rest of your days. No one would even notice you were gone besides your parents, but after a while, they'd give up looking for you and go on with their lives. You figure now is the best time to take another nap before you something else uneventful happens. And you're sure your heart couldn't take anymore before it completely stops functioning altogether.

You jolt from your sleep when you hear it. Banging. And it's close, almost like it's coming from right outside of your door. It's loud a fuck and its dark as fuck in your living room, and you can't help but think this is how it ends. You still, too afraid to get up from your couch to check it out. You've watched enough scary movies to know that if you open that door, then you'll be walking into your ultimate demise. This is exactly what your father warned you about when you told him you were moving to South Korea.

"Y/n, open the door I know you're in there," huh? The killer knows your name. "Y/n, come on it's me." Is that... Jungkook? You wipe the saliva from your face and rub the sleep from your dry eyes. What the hell is he doing here? It's 9 in the evening. You turn the lights on so you can see better and unlock the door to see what it is he wants.

"I left my watch here," he says offhandedly and pushes past you heading for your bedroom. "Excuse the fuck outta me." You whisper under your breath. You fold your arms over your chest and follow Jungkook into your bedroom.

He's searching every nook of your room and muttering. You're confident he won't find it at the rate he's going because he hasn't even turned the light on yet. To make this more comfortable for the both of you, he could just ask you if you've seen it. But honestly, you like seeing him struggle, fuck him.

You switch the light on since you're standing right next to it. You just want Jungkook out of your place as soon as possible. You notice he's wearing a completely different suit than the one he had on earlier at the office. As he spins to turn towards you, you see a Chanel brooch on his jacket. How funny, Jeon Jungkook looking for his gold-encrusted custom Rolex in your home while wearing a Dior suit and a diamond Chanel brooch. Your broke ass could never.

Jungkook's hair is slightly parted, and you don't think he's ever looked this good before. Well, he always looks good but right now it's a different type of good. He looks like money and power and you know he probably smells so pure. His beauty always has you at a loss for words.

He notices your staring and scoffs to himself, almost like he's disgusted either at you or himself. And you're more than confident it's directed towards you. Jungkook has everything any man could ever ask for, and he had sex with you, the bottom of the barrel trash. You lower your head in humiliation, and you've never felt this bad about yourself before. You can't help but feel so inferior to him. You're only a few years apart in age, but he's got his whole life together, while you still ask your parents for money from time-to-time when you're afraid you won't make ends meet. You did something so heinous, and now Jungkook can't even stand to look at you correctly.

"Have you seen my watch or what? Don't just fucking stand there, help." He addresses you with such anger and disgust you almost burst out into tears. You point to where you had left the watch, which was on your nightstand and you hear Jungkook walk over and damn near snatch it. He mumbles some more as he wrestles with putting it on and you can tell he's having a hard time. This is the first time you've ever seen him, so ansty and he looks nervous as well. He must have a big meeting or something because why else would he be dressed like this. You walk over to help him, and you're not sure why but you can tell he needs it, and he lets you. You see him visibly relax, and that soothes you somewhat. You're still scared out of your wits, but it isn't like he's about to murder you. At least you hope he isn't.

"I'm sorry about everything, I wish circumstances were different." You look up at Jungkook, and he gives you a sad smile. What does he mean by that? His engagement or your employment. Maybe both? You stare up at him for a while. Pleading with your eyes to get an explanation from him.

You aren't sure who makes the moves first, but in a matter of seconds, his lips are on yours.

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tartagilicious · 6 years ago

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games/routes i’ve played + my favourites

..to be updated

*send me recommendations if you’d like!

(if i give a game a bad rating, it’s just my opinion. you don’t have to agree with me)

MysticMessenger :

routes: Zen, Yoosung, 707, and Jumin Han

my favourite: definitely Jumin Han! he’s more of an unpopular choice, and I see why, but, I love him. his story was borderline obsessive at some points, and im not going to try and defend his weird behaviour, but there was a reason for it. he got everything he wanted as a kid expect for the love of another person, which is why he treasured Elisabeth the 3rd so much, because in a way, she was the only one there for him. but, then after he gets close to the mc, and then Elisabeth goes missing, he sees the mc as the same type of warmth. he definitely could’ve been more casual about his approaches, and less weird about everything, but I see where it’s coming from. the boy’s got some trauma. and, I mean, the mc is kind and stays with him, understands him, and he opens up to her and falls in love with her. I don’t think it’s entirely unrealistic for an otome game. his character development was great. but, enough of Jumin. this is a really well thought out game. the storyline is impeccable, and the characters are all diverse enough that it’s usually not that much trouble picking one guy/girl over the other. but, this game is really heavily dependent on the emotional labour aspects of the boys, which I don’t like. if you want someone’s route, you had to constantly be excited for them and constantly support them and no one else. a prime example being zen’s route, which is still a great route from experience, but there’s too much flattery in the initial stages, if you ask me. also, I don’t have the energy to get up at 3am for a chatroom, sorry Jaehee.

my rating: 7 or 8/10

The Arcana :

routes: asra, julian, and nadia (portia, lucio, and muriel are current)

my favourite: Asra! this magician and his snake familiar got my attention pretty fast, and his heartbreaking past with the mc just sealed the deal for me. his route is so romantic and touching, but has a lot of action. it was honestly perfect. the devs did a great job with the writing of the game, and the storyline is, again, impeccable. I honestly cried when I found out about Asra’s history with the apprentice, and lemme tell you that is a DIFFERENT type of pain.

my rating: 10/10

+Lost Island :

route: ryo tsuzuki

my favourite: none. ryo was definitely eye candy and a perfect guy, but he was the only route I played, and frankly, was the last. the only good things about this game were the action scenes, which were admittedly heart-wrenching since the game took place on a zombie infested island. But otherwise I hate this game with a burning passion, and will frankly be seeing it down in Dante’s inferno, in the depths of hell with every other shall we date game. It was my first otome game, I found it when I was 11 - just out of the womb lmao - and I was so entranced that I ended up spending sixty Fucking dollars on this game!!! I regret it deeply to this day, because the game was horrible. it moved so fast, it was pretty predictable (and I spent the sixty dollars to move it along even though when I look back at it the game exposed itself so many times??) it was so weird. after we cured the strange virus that his ‘missing’ sociopath scientist father created with an antidote hidden in Ryo’s blood and left the zombie infested island, he proposed to me in a bush! a bush! he popped the question in a bush, beat that level of romance ladies and gentlemen. and, I know now that I type it out it some points sound like a pretty good plot, but trust me, don’t let that fool you. I will argue with you about this until my death. and not to mention this bitch was a horny little shit in the middle of what the characters thought was the zombie apocalypse. all in all this game is the bane of my existence, thank you (I’m sorry this is so dramatic lmao)

my rating: -100000/10

Dangerous fellows :

routes: Zion, Harry, Eugene, Ethan, and Lawrence

my favourite: Zion! omg what a cutie, still highkey owns my heart. he’s your run of the mill rich kid that eventually rebelled, but his sense of humour and toughness is what won me over. His heartfelt promises and uncharacteristic seriousness in the face of danger were my favourite parts. he’s so adorable and owns all my uwus. I’d fight someone for this boy. this was the game the birthed this account a couple of months ago, and I still love it.

my rating: 10/10

Lost Alice :

route: Owen Chester

my favourite: I know this technically doesn’t really count, but I did like the joker! I never played his route, and he wasn’t involved in Owen’s route much, but what little I saw of him was great. He was joking, vague, and helped Alice out a lot as a guide in the very beginning. if I had the courage to even download this godforsaken game again I’d definitely go for him! as for Owen’s route, I honestly didn’t like it at all. all of these games have a timeline, and the end point is always the main characters fucking. like?? not the thing where you randomly travel back and forwards in time? no, just both living in her world and ignoring it, because, me and bae are official now and that’s all that matters 🤪 plus, classically, he was like the formal king trying to seduce her for funsies and then accidentally falling for her.

my rating: 0/10

Modern Cinderella :

route: Rudolf Oak

my favourite: ..I didn’t really have one. I’m sorry this was a shall we date game, need I say more? the ’stoic’ restaurant owner that ’never opens up to people’ saw me stand up for myself literally once and suddenly his entire worldview of me has changed, and surprise surprise, he wants to date me. This was one of the worst ones I’ve ever played. I really had no favourite, except maybe for the guy that let me stay in his apartment in the beginning of the game and gave me food after he found me in the rain 🤧

my rating: 0/10

Ikemen Sengoku :

route: Hideyoshi, Yukimura, Nobunaga, Sasuke, Shingen, Masamune, Kenshin (mitsunari is current)

my favourite: yukimuraaa, yukimuraa, that bean. i can’t explain very well it but I love him :((. i really loved Mitsuhide, but I liked masamune too! I love masamune’s attitude atowards the mc, and his nickname and nonchalance around her (in sasuke’s route where he hesitated on killing him just because the mc yelled ‘stop!’ out of fear?? 🤧🤧), and I also love mitsuhide’s slightly threatening but caring personality, and that he’s deadly smart! you can’t hide anything from that man lol. Plus the mc describes him as a a good person even in hideyoshi’s route, which I respect. (ugh the devs knew he would be too powerful with a route) but, I didn’t like that after you finish a route, your intimacy is completely reset. like :(( it disheartens me in playing a little because it takes days to build up grace, and im not about to go scouring on those offer pages, because i’m not willing to put myself through that again after dangerous fellows. the formatting is a little wack too, but it’s still nice and something to look past, since the game is pretty great otherwise, and it’s a little older. I love almost all of the characters, (the ones I don’t are for personal reasons, not because they’re bad characters or anything) and I don’t think its cringey at all! it’s honestly a great game altogether.

my rating: 9/10

Ikemen Revolution:

routes: fenrir, edgar, ray, kyle, sirius, lancelot, luka, jonah, loki, and zero (all, idk if I forgot one lol)

my favourite: every time I see edgar my heart goes boom!! I started playing his route literally like a week ago and god, this boy deserves the world. I love his gentlemanly personality and his habit of joking around and giving vague statements or warnings when in reality, he’s very sweet and kind. you’ll never know what he’s thinking, and I love that I constantly have the chance to surprise him when no one else ever does. though, I really love my boy Kyle at the same time. he’s a real one 😤 I really like how the devs handled the Alice in wonderland concept! I’ve seen that go wrong a few times, so this was refreshing. again, with the ikemen games, they’re never really fast paced or cringey in the way some other games are. it takes the mc usually at least 13 chapters to even admit to themselves that they’re crushing on the guy, which I like. it’s more realistic then, say, the nightmare harlem (see other review). also the plot design, the character depth, uGh, as a writer, don’t even get me STARTED. it’s all amazing. and!! the intimacy doesn’t reset, so I can basically just blaze through all of the intimacy checks right away. The only thing I maybe don’t like about this game is about how long it takes to complete one route. it may take you a shorter amount of time to pay, but I always play free

my rating: 9 or 10/10

Mystic Code:

routes: cold case, lost case, happy ending: case closed, wrong suspect (2), true ending

my favourite: this technically isn’t an otome game. I admittedly didn’t really like this game as much as I liked dangerous fellows, but it was still really good! I just thought dangerous fellows’s story was a little better, and there’s obviously the added bonus of being able to romance any of the main characters. You couldn’t romance any of the characters in mystic code, and while the story made up for that a lot, I was still a little disappointed. Plus, romancing the characters could‘ve really made for a more complex storyline.. 👀 I won’t give any spoilers,, but the story really did make up for it for the most part. but, I guarantee you that if you could play routes, I’d choose eliot. he’s got that confident and playful but serious and smart personality I fall into every time, and I would’ve liked to get a chance to see more sides to that.

my rating: 8/10

Love and Producer (Mr Love: Queen’s Choice):

routes: —

my favourite: ohoho do I have a story about this one. i was going through pinterest one day a few weeks ago when I came across this picture. and idk, something about it had me starstruck, so I looked for what the image was from and found out that it was from a chinese otome game! at the time, I didn’t know that there was an english version out, so I was really disappointed when I found out I couldn’t play it. but!! through a dangerous fellows account I follow on instagram, I downloaded this game by chance and realised it was the same game under a different name. now, I was completely right to be starstruck, because I love Gavin, he’s amazing! He and the mc were classmates in high school, and they have this ~thing~ that happened in the past that’s vaguely talked about, which is a moment with the wind and ginkgo leaves (which is super nice and romantic af, since he has a wind evol) and I think there’s other parts, but I won’t give away any more spoilers that aren’t obvious and/or easily accessible. the only thing I maybe have wrong with this games that the cliffhangers it can leave you off on before it tells you to level up more are emotionally shattering, and the karma levels/movie shootings are a little annoying, but they’re easily fixable and easy to pass if you snoop around the game a little and figure out how it works. I also really like how though there are no technical routes, each “romance” with the other the guys is completely plausible and any could be endgame easily.

(+ damn, Gavin’s one main line ‘as long as you’re in the wind, I’ll find you.’ is really nice and romantic to me also, since there’s another line from a book I love that’s “I’ll be your map. Where you go, I go.” but idk maybe i’m just biased)

my rating: 9/10

The Princess Closet:

route: reo

my favourite: honestly, I hated this game, so I didn’t really have a favourite. It sounds dramatic, but it’s really true. I was snooping through the App Store one night around midnight looking for a new otome game, and I stumbled upon this one with pretty great reviews. So I, the otome hoe that I am, was like ‘okay fuck it’ and downloaded it. Basically, the game’s storyline is this guy comes up to you and is like ‘you’re my princess, I finally found you’ and the mc is like ‘wtf are you talking about’ but is flattered and sorta curious so she goes back to his studio where she agrees to become a model. like?? girl what?? he could’ve taken you into a back alley and killed you, but she didn’t care. then, in the first chapter, she does her first modelling job then the main guy (reo, also the fashion designer) comes up to her, basically pins her against the wall and is like ‘I knew you were perfect, but I didn’t imagine this. Now, since I always get what I want, I’ll have to make you mine because I’ve taken interest in you.” like,, okay bro. I deleted the app after that. if you like that kind of stuff, that’s fine, but it seems too outright and cringe to me. plus, this isn’t really relevant but I didn’t really like the formatting.

my rating: 0/10

Ikemen Vampire:

route: Napoleon, Arthur, Leonardo, Mozart, Vincent (double clear for both Arthur and Napoleon!)

my favourite: oh my god, this game finally came out with an English version and I’m so excited! I barely knew anything about this game before this morning, but it’s seriously good. I was sceptical in downloading it at first though, because vampire related things usually come out in a fashion similar to something like diabolik lovers, but this blew my expectations out of the water. the writing is amazing, and had me literally stopping between moments and being all nerdy about it. plus, all of the characters are based on real people of history, and I like that part. It’s a really cool idea. but the best part!! all of the characters are more or less like normal people. I’m not sure if that exactly makes sense, but it’s relief to me. I’m also really thrilled about some of the stories in the game. like, bonaparte is a half vampire?? nice, I wanna know more! you have to be da vinci’s fake lover?? coolio. but, I’m kinda bummed that there aren’t more routes out. Issac Newton, Napoleon Bonaparte, Arthur Conan Doyle, and Theodorus Van Gogh are definitely my favourites,(Theo is best boy 😤✊🏻) and I would’ve liked to play other routes too, but that’s totally good, because games are hard work.

my rating: 10/10

THE NIFLHEIM+:

route: Leo

my favourite: I gotta say, this wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. And that’s surprising, since this is a shall we date game. The storyline was pretty good, sorta like sleeping beauty with a twist, and while it was really cringey at some parts, it wasn’t too overbearing in my opinion. There’s a variety of characters to romance, and while they all have pretty stereotypical personalities in some way, it was still somewhat enjoyable to play. Though, I didn’t finish the game because I didn’t like the route I was playing, the way it was set up or the ticket system was kinda weird (one every 4 hours. you could log in once every month and it would say ‘welcome to your fourth day!’ even if it’s been four months in reality) if I did another route, though, it would probably be Nick, because his route seemed fun from the preview.

my rating: 3 or 4/10

Nightmare Harlem:

route: oswald

my favourite: honestly, my favourite was still Oswald. (though it’s a close second to Lucas, who never entered the room in any way other than the window) he was a sweet bean and didn’t deserve any of the shit any of the other suitors gave him. now that I think about it, the plot is creepily similar to ikemen vampire’s. the mc is walking home one night when a portal opens up under a red moon that takes her to a mansion full of vampires! but, maybe that’s just an overused plot. this is from the same company as princess closet, but I think it’s a little better. don’t get me wrong, though, it was still cringe to the max. the mc insisted on helping with work around the mansion exchange for letting her stay there until that portal opened again (hello ikemen??) and the main guy was like ‘pfft sure’ and that’s where she met oswald, the gardener. but, the main thing that turned me off of this game was how fast the romance came. she spent a day outside with him, talking about whatever, then decided she liked the time she was with him and was disheartened when he had to leave. you know, totally not like any kind of normal friendly relationship at all. and after that she was like ‘oh shit what’s this feeling in my chest’ when she saw him at dinner. like, I get the quick crush thing but she’s all like “am I falling in love??/?” and to make it BETTER the next day he’s like ‘oh shit what’s this feeling in my chest’ after, again, spending a day with her and doing nothing more but exchanging smiles otherwise. and the other guys are in on it instantly too! one of them even tries to set them up! and I just- I couldn’t take it seriously after a while.

my rating: 3/10

Ayakashi: romance reborn:

route: Koga

my favourite: honestly, how to choose?? At first, I really liked Ginnojo and Toichiro, but after playing for a bit, Koga and his stupid dice swept me off my feet. I’m only at chapter 20 since I started playing a few days ago, but I can already tell that koga is very friendly and jokes around a lot, and the moment she ever has a problem he’s there to help her. he’s an oni ogre ayakashi, and I also think that’s super cool tbh. the game itself is sort of like mr love queen’s choice in the way that you get cards and have to level them up and that corresponds to how well you do in the game, but there are more romance aspects to this game than mlqc. after you finish book one (comprised of 50 chapters) it branches off into the 4 routes that are available to play. (Koga the oni ogre ayakashi, Kuya the tengu ayakashi, Ginnojo the Mizuchi dragon ayakashi, and Aoi the satori seer) I think it’s a really interesting and fun game, but I don’t like that the only way you can get keys to play the main chapters is through patrols, which can get repetitive, especially when you can only play the same 5 or so locations before the lp cost is more.

my rating: 9/10

Honey Magazine:

game/route: wanted: son in law // taiga takajo

my favourite: I should really change this label ^^. Honey magasine is an otome app that’s comprised of many stories that you can play at once. honestly, I didn’t have high hopes for this one based on the look of it, but I was pleasantly surprised. I am super super super super picky when it comes to otome games, but this one genuinely could’ve been worse. in the story I played, a journalist was invited to her billionaire grandfather’s estate to pick out a fiancé, but that was unbeknownst to her, seeing as this was the first time she’d talked to her grandfather since she was 5 years old. she went through the whole night meeting these different guys before she had to choose one the next day. I didn’t like this part because I probably got one interaction with each character max, and really didn’t get to go very deep into any of them. in the end, I chose Taiga, the heir to a fortune and the CEO of his own company at the ripe age of his early 20-somethings. honestly I only picked him because he kinda looks like Yuta from nct and since I didn’t really like any of the others, I had nothing to lose lol. He’s emotionless and very cold but subtly caring, and this drives the mc crazy as he claims that he’ll just parade around with her if he needs to and act in front of other people. she promises that she’ll make him fall in love with her, and well, the rest is history. I won’t get into his route much, but, I think it’s about what you would expect from a situation like this, not that it would ever happen. it’s not terrible, and I think that if someone had paid a little more attention to it it could’ve been great, not just okay.

my rating: 4/10

Twilight School:

route: Wade

my favourite: this game was actually recommended to me by a follower, and honestly, I do really like it. but, it’s a good thing that I liked Wade, because I’m not the biggest fan of either Rylan or Hogan. I’ve never liked the idea of werewolves, and Rylan is just the epitome of twilight meets vampire diaries to me. (even though neither of them really have to do with werewolves lol) and, hogan, idk. he’s got a nice personality, but I’m not really interested in him beyond that. Wade reminds me of Eugene, to be honest. that’s not why I like him, but I just thought I should get the observation out there. what I don’t like about this game is the gem system. yes, I wanted to kiss wade’s hand when he was sitting next to me after I woke up from being sick, but could I?? no. and I’m still disappointed about it, thank you very much. I also don’t really like the scene where they all fight over her in front of her. like, uh, can I get a waffle?? can I PLEASE get a waffle? but overall yes! it’s a very good game and I love the storyline and mystery.

Samurai Love Ballad Party:

route: yukimura sanada

my favourite: (i keep mixing up the name smh) is every yukimura character an absolute sweetheart?? because it sure seems like it. I found out about this game though a discord server I’m in, and honestly, from the looks of it, my expectations were low. Format is a big part of an otome game, and this one is obviously old, and that kind of dimmed my likeness a bit. But, the story is really fun. Kinda cringey, but still fun. I had no idea it was also in the sengoku era, so that was a fun surprise. I played the prologue laughing and joking around the entire time, and it was honestly really fun. i knew I liked yukimura from the moment he appeared, and chose his route immediately when I could. One thing though, this doesn’t bother me, I just think it’s kinda funny, is that the choices you make actually determine a good or bad ending rather than the romantic or dramatic I’m used to. So, seeing that ‘you could’ve chosen better...’ message after a chapter is always refreshing lol. (I get those a lot because I literally have 2 brain cells 🗿)

overall rating: 6/10

Obey me!:

route: —

favourites: THIS IS A SHALL WE DATE GAME?? it blows my mind, because I absolutely love this game but normally hate swd games (see lost island for reference lmao) the format is cute and modern and easy to navigate, but isn’t in your face bright and not too bland either. there’s a lot of options to go for, like the random calls and messages you get throughout the day plus the person you want to choose from majolish and display on the home screen has little things to say to you ever 15 seconds or so. the ap/stamina system is similar to ayakashi, so it was refreshing to already know how to deal with that, and I do like how while it goes fast, it doesn’t take much to regen. The actual story function is similar to that of mlqc, though, with the mission and then story part. There are no actual routes in the game as of right now, but the game is still being updated, so there might be in the future when the storyline is complete! I really hope there is, because I totally wanna do some of their routes like 😳 My favourite at first was Mammon, because from the get-go he’s the energetic dumbass that’s always by your side like fenrir and I just appreciated that, especially when I didn’t know any of the other characters yet. but then I actually got into the game more and while I still do like mammon, it’s a bit less and I do have some new favourites now. first off is Lucifer, who I really was neutral with most of the time (which shouldn’t have been the case considering he threatened/tried to kill the mc at least twice lmao) but yeah, sometime along the way I went from 😶😶😶 to 🥰🥰🥰 and that was that. Second is probably either Satan or Belphegor because they’re just both adorable and I like belphegor’s voice and sense of humour and satan’s love for books and considerate personality

favourite: Lucifer

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CURRENTLY PLAYING: mr love queen’s choice, ikemen sengoku (mitsunari), obey me!

#otome #otome x reader #mystic messenger #the arcana #lost island #Dangerous fellows #Lost alice #modern cinderella #ikemen sengoku #ikemen revolution #Mystic code #love and producer #the princess closet #ikemen vampire #the niflheim #nightmare harlem #obey me!#mr love queen's choice #mlqc

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Ch10 - Operation Grandpup Drop (A SitBoy Discord Crack Fic)

Chapter 10:

Warning this story is M bordering NSFW

Walter20508/28/2019

Later that evening, Sesshomaru and Hojo arrived at the Higurashi Shrine. Hojo had gently tried to inquire as to the purpose of this visit, only to be told that all would be revealed in due time. Upon their arrival however, they came across the sight of a giant white furry snake, for a lack of a better description, coiled around and dragging an unconscious Kagome across the shrine grounds towards the woods nearby, a path leading back to the dirt beneath her open bedroom window.

Sesshomaru and Hobomoko made eye contact with one another as the two navy men walked up to the strange sight, the two of them not moving as each sized up the other and their presence here.

Fifteen minutes later, Kagome opened her eyes to find herself on the living room couch. The last thing she had remembered was snuggling up against something soft, furry, and warm when it had suddenly encased her in a squeezing vice grip like an anaconda. She had opened her eyes to see nothing but white fur before she ran out of breath and embraced the darkness once more. Now she found herself sitting up on the couch, with Hojo seated nearby in a navy uniform, someone clearly his superior sitting next to him, Mama sitting on the other side of the room, along with something that looked like Sesshomaru's old pelt tied up into a knot in the corner.

Consternation came across her features as she felt a familiar presence in the room. Her gaze traveled until she settled on the older naval officer, where her miko insight let her see underneath the disguise to the demon present.

"Sesshomaru?"

Stormie Like Weather08/28/2019

"So it's true then. Kagome," her mother looked a bit... exhausted. "When were you going to tell me about your fiancee?" Kagome blinked back at her, sure there was something miscommunicated somewhere. "I'm not sure why you thought to hide it from me?" Mrs. Higurashi took the tissue hojo offered and dabbed her eyes, "I'm a pretty easy going mom, even if it's because your pregnant out of wedlock, I'd be happy for you." She sighed, "When did I break your trust for you to keep this from me?" ... Kagome tilted her head at her mom, glanced over at the two men, and pinched the bridge of her nose, "Who said I'm engaged?" She followed her mother's gaze to both men, "Hojos been asking for my blessing for years, but his superior here is the who says he won your heart." Sesshomaru smirked, "Haven't I Kagome?" She blushed.

Walter20508/29/2019

After explaining the situation in depth and getting mostly caught up on events, Kagome looked to Sesshomaru somewhat askance.

"So, are we still a thing?" asked Sesshomaru with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't know that we were ever a 'thing', Sesshomaru. I had reservations about you five hundred years ago and one of them was that you would discard me like a piece of trash after you got the pups you wanted out of me. Now hearing that you discarded mokomoko, something that had been a part of you for hundreds of years, just because it was suddenly an obstacle in your path to attaining greater power and authority, has done nothing to soothe my fears on said subject," replied Kagome with a skeptical side glance with her arms folded over her chest.

"Such matters might best be talked about behind closed doors for the two of you. What I'm interested in right now is the fate of Kagome's three best friends?" asked Hojo as he leaned forward. Sesshomaru sighed with a look of regret crossing his features before it was replaced by his cold mask.

"We rescued Eri and Ayumi from Naraku's grasp but couldn't find Yuka before he disappeared. Later we discovered that he had mated Yuka but with her consent after days of arguments and discussions. Freed from the influence of the Shikon No Tama and then coming under the influence of someone like Yuka, then seeing the birth of natural children of his own, changed Naraku over time. Yuka died of natural causes at age 63 and is buried in Edo with Eri (aged 67) and Ayumi (aged 69)," explained Sesshomaru, before continuing.

"Ayumi eventually married Miroku after Sango succumbed to disease and helped to raise their children together. Finally, Yuka took after you very strongly and so to appease mother, I mated her and gave mother a total of six hanyou pups," finished Sesshomaru, leaving everyone sitting in shocked silence.

imjaneees08/29/2019

Kagome scratched the back of her head, "Wow. So much happened while I was gone." So much action, to bad she missed all the crazy things that happened. She could have gotten a good laugh, she was sure. Taht got her thinking.

"I guess this means I'm the only one who never got to be with anyone. Figures. Oh well, gotta find me some single guy out there then. Kind of going to be tough though, my standards in men just got a little too high. Or maybe I should just stay single for the rest of my life to save myself the trouble. Yeah, being immune to time might be a bad thing if I outlive anyone anyway. Got enough heartbreak to last me ten lifetimes. Single life it is, then," she mused out loud, nodding to herself at her new life plan. She was looking forward to a drama free life.

Slayer08/29/2019

"So if you will excuse me?" Kagome picked up poor hobomoko gave him a little zap to make him behave and walked up stairs to the shower. The once fluffy pristine white fur was now matted and brown with street muck. She would wash it and return it to its former glory and wear it everywhere just to piss off Sesshomaru. Honestly she was a little hurt by his seemingly dismissive attitude toward herself and his former mate one of her good friends. Did he ever love her friend or was it to just give his mother grandbabies. Kagome knew it was silly but she had really started to lean toward being Sesshomaru's mate now she just didnt think she could do it. Maybe one of the other youkai was still alive Kouga maybe or Shippo.

She took her new mikomoko and soaked it in a tub of warm soapy water. She used her wide tooth comb to start working out the tangles and mats.

Stormie Like Weather08/29/2019

Seeing as how she refused to play second fiddle to anyone again, and that Sesshomaru had at one point professed his 'love' for her, and he had to have realized she never died just went to her time, since he wasn't a complete idiot, Kagome felt very much betrayed by how easily he had tossed that so called 'love' aside and not only that but fucked her friend, ugh. He ended up being just as shitty as they all happened to be. Kagome began to angrily cry as she cleaned and beautified her new Miko Moko. Not just for her feelings, but the fact that her friends had all passed. Their families must have been so sad and disrupted by their sudden disappearance with no resolution. Yuka... did she know that SHE was the one set to be with Sesshomaru? And what the hell did she mean "took after" her, ugh. Like she had turned into the Kikyo for Yuka? Kami. Everything sucked. She wiped her eyes. All the men she'd met thus far were disgusting, betraying, jerks.

Suddenly Mokomoko began to shake violently. Blinding light erupted from the fibers. Kagome had to shield herself from the light. Something touched her wet cheek, and she dropped her hands, opened her eyes and gasped. There before her was the exact replica of Sesshomaru, complete with a new mokomoko wrapped around his junk.

Slayer08/29/2019

"Excuse me but who the heck do you think you are and give me back my mokomoko!" Kagome reached out and snatched the furry white fluff from the Sesshomaru copy. "I am done with all of you damned youkai. I am not going to let any of you ever hurt me again! OUT OUT OUT!" She pushed the Sesshomaru copy out of her bathroom and into the hall naked.

Stormie Like Weather08/29/2019

The newly formed Sesshomaru rolled his eyes and huffed, "It is not I that am the copy Miko." He glared down the hall, "Do you truly think that mockery downstairs is I, Sesshomaru?"

His voice was filled with vengeance.

Kagome peeked out the crack of the door up at his angry glare, "What are you saying?"

"I've been trapped as Mokomoko since you were transported to the future, that demon downstairs is the replacement the fool that trapped me has put into my place."

She narrowed her eyes, "How do I know that's the truth?"

Sesshomaru's eyes flashed red, his claws flexed, poison dripped through the floor, "Watch me kill it and you will discover the truth for yourself."

As Sesshomaru bounded down the stairs, dangly bits jangling, he pounced on the fake version of himself and caught him by the neck. Suddenly the form crumbled into pieces of clay pottery.

Slayer08/29/2019

The fact that the miko had essentially claimed him while in the form of MokoMoko was not lost on Sesshomaru. It seemed that the little woman had developed some feeling for him.

And he had waited the long 500 years in the form of a pelt just for a chance to be with her. He would not let her go again.

imjaneees08/29/2019

High above, the goddess glared at her brother for what seemed to be the nth time.

Tsukiyomi let out a nervous laugh, "At least I fixed it, right? Incredibly thoughtful of me to plan ahead, no?"

revang08/29/2019

Before Kagome had made it two steps out of the bathroom, the sounds of shouts and screams erupted from the living room. By the time she made it downstairs, her mother had fainted, and it seemed Hojo had tried to retaliate against the man who he saw kill his superior officer, because Sesshoumaru had him by the neck, dangling above the ground.

Kagome grabbed the daiyoukai’s arm. “Sesshoumaru stop! Everyone let’s just calm down and talk this out. And you Sesshoumaru put on some clothes!” she huffed and grabbed the quilt from the couch to throw at him.

Stormie Like Weather08/29/2019

The blanket slid off his toned body and on to the floor. "Clothes are the least of my worries." He returned his glare to the younger human man, "Tell me who you work for. Who dared to trap I, Sesshomaru in my fur."

At the mention of his fur, Kagome held it possessively to her chest, "It's my fur."

Sesshomaru's brows pinched as he looked over his shoulder at her, "That discussion comes later."

She pouted, holding the fur tighter. It wriggled around and curled over her shoulder. "Fine, but you need to put Hojo down. He isn't a part of this!"

Slayer08/29/2019

"And no It's mine I claimed it it's mine now." And Kagome did something that was childish and silly but it seemed to work she licked mokomoko. "See I licked it so it's mine."

"I see so licking something makes it yours does it?" Sesshomaru put Hojo down and stalked over to the wild little miko. "And if I lick you?"

Stormie Like Weather08/29/2019

"Y-you already have..."

imjaneees08/29/2019

Flustered, Kagome clutches the fur to her even closer, "B-but it doesn't work on people! So HAH! You don't own me!" she felt an odd sense of dejavu in saying those four words. How many times has she said it back in the feudal era? People were cavemen back there.

Slayer08/29/2019

"I think you want to be this Sesshomaru's miko. I think that's why you clutch so tightly to this Sesshomaru's pelt." He leaned down and licked from her collar bone up to behind her ear.

imjaneees08/29/2019

Face beat red, Kagome let's out a squeak, ducks and places a good couch between her and the orally fixated youkai, "I don't belong to ANYONE! And it's my fur! Mine!"

Slayer08/29/2019

Suddenly the fur wraps tightly around her from her knees to her elbows holding her in place. "Oh yes it's yours all right little miko all yours."

Stormie Like Weather08/29/2019

After 500years of forced celibacy, Sesshomaru decided finding the culprit to his prison could wait and picked up Kagome bridal style.

Hojo quivered beside her stirring mother.

"Boy, you will transfer all my counterpart's fund into Kagome's accounts."

"Y-yes, sir!" Hojo floundered, "I mean no!"

"You dare tell me no? After having the knowledge that the clay fake hurt your school friends, including Kagome?"

"I mean, yes!" Hojo flushed, "I'll do it."

"Good." Sesshomaru nuzzled Kagome's cheek and took her into the sky, "You know, you have licked this one as well, and your property is in definite need of your care."

Slayer08/29/2019

Sesshomaru flew naked high above the bustling streets of modern-day Tokyo. He wanted to find one of the many natural hot springs that dotted the lands in the feudal era, but it seemed that humanity had spread far and wide and much of the natural splendor of the land was now ruined. He flew farther and farther away from the settlements of the humans until he found a sizable forest area.

Stormie Like Weather08/29/2019

A lone dirt road led to an abandoned bath house at a natural spring. It looked as if a tree had fallen on the main building and they had not yet begun repairs.

Kagome peeled mokomoko from her mouth and huffed, "You know, all you had to do was ask me to come with you."

"Hn." He sighed, "I require less dramatics for the time, this way seemed easiest to get you away. Time away from the insufferable pests of the world would do wonders for us both. Care to join me?"

Walter20508/29/2019

Kagome started to answer, but then paused. There was a strange buzzing sound in the back of her head, looking around she saw a sutra of some kind on a boulder lining the hot spring. Walking over to it, she touched it and felt the aura of the fake Sesshomaru from earlier, along with voices crying about why he was doing this and to please stop. Eyes narrowing in determination, she channeled her miko powers and released the seal.

Beings started pouring out of the boulder and forming into their regular selves. All of the people she once knew, Shippou, Sango, Miroku, their kids, Ayumi, Ayame, Eri, Yuka, everyone came pouring out of the formerly sealed boulder. Kagome's eyes went wide and tears started forming as Sesshomaru came up next to her and wrapped a hand around her shoulder.

"I knew that five hundred years ago the fake copy of me had progressively captured and sealed away everyone associated with me before creating more fake copies to replace them, I knew the vicinity of where they had been sealed away but only you were capable of finding the exact location and undoing the seal. This Sesshomaru thanks you," said the normally stoic demon lord in an appreciative tone as he leaned down to kiss Kagome's forehead.

As people finally stopped appearing, Sesshomaru called out to the group, "No one go anywhere. I know it seems like it was just yesterday you all were sealed away, but some time has passed and things will need to be explained to you. Kagome, Eri, Yuka, and Ayumi will be the best ones to explain this time to you," said Sesshomaru before standing back and letting Kagome talk to them.

Then it would be time for tearful reunions.

Stormie Like Weather08/29/2019

Just as the hugs began, Shippou and Rin both pointed at Sesshomaru's private parts, the fox's finger shook, "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?!"

Sango gasped. Miroku alread had one layer of kimono off, "I had no idea in the future clothing is optional!"

Slayer08/29/2019

"Clothing is not optional Sesshomaru just seems to have a fetish for being naked." Kagone blushed bright red. "He should really put on some clothing...."

Walter20508/29/2019

"Hnnn, fine," muttered Sesshomaru before he was enveloped within the redness of his demonic aura. When it faded, he was fully attired once more, but this time he was dressed in a sailor fuku, with the exception that the skirt was replaced with a normal hakama, alas one that was the same shade of green. Kagome turned beet red upon seeing him dressed like that.

"Sesshomaru!?! What is that outfit?" she stammeringly asked out of pure mortification.

"What? Miko, is this not what everyone wears in the present? I had taken by the attire of you and your friends that this is what everyone wears in the present," Sesshomaru fired back with narrowed eyes over her reaction.

Stormie Like Weather08/29/2019

When Sesshomaru turned to Kagome, Miroku took his chance. Reaching out for the soft, ripe, supple...

"Kyyyya!"

THWACK!

Sango snarled, stalking off with her children in tow, "Thanks for releasing us Kagome, we will speak with Eri about this time period far away from the scoundrel."

Kagome wasn't sure if she was talking about her husband or Sesshomaru, who was currently pretending not to notice his skirt flying upward as a swift breeze blew by.

Taki 滝08/29/2019

Up high, gazing down upon the reunion of family and friends, the kami decided that all the humans needed some sort of reward and balancing to live alongside their yokai family. After all 420 finished a complimentary hookah and placed their suggestions into a divine hat, Amaterasu drew a slip at random, rolled her eyes, and waved her hand.

Golden mist floated down to earth and encompassed all the ningen. And before their very eyes, all the humans glowed with a divine golden glow and grew great golden wings.

A slip of paper poofed into existence. Sesshomaru caught it, read it, and raised an eyebrow.

"Yo humans, congrats you get to live as long as your yokai buddies. We drew random lots on the reward and O-Koumori-kami-sama won the draw. You're all Golden Bats"

Kagome flexed a wing and fell over.

Walter20508/29/2019

Hours later saw Kagome lying on her belly on her bed back home at Higurashi Shrine, sighing in frustration as her wings continued to occasionally beat without her recognizance. Such annoyances that they were proving to be that she didn't even register her door opening and closing but did feel and recognize the powerful hands that rested on her back.

"Sesshomaru?" she questioned without looking back.

"Hnnn," was his response as his hands started rubbing up and down her back, kneading the newly form muscle groups that had invaded her body to form the new wings. Relaxation and feel good pleasure coursed through her as his ministrations did much to relieve the stiffness and pain she was feeling.

"Ooh...Aaaaahhh....Ufff...what are you...hoo...doing?" Kagome staggered out in between noises of appreciation for his miracle hands.

"Helping you to transition to your new form. Your brain is overloaded with the new nerve and muscle systems and so is activating them unnecessarily, straining the muscles. I'm helping them to relax again," he explained as he settled onto a sitting position on the bed.

"That's fine and all but what about this desire for blood now that it's nighttime?" she asked softly but sarcastically.

In response he rolled her onto her side before cutting his arm and holding it against her mouth. She was hesitant but once she smelled it she was sucking greedily onto his cut with reckless abandon. For his part he took the opportunity to explore her body and see what else might've changed with the bat blessing; It had been five hundred years since they had performed oral on each other in the Sky Castle and even though he was under the influence of Inucense back then he was longing for another 'tasting' as it was.

#crackfic #sesskag #sesshomaru #kagome #inuyasha #OnePostChallegeSitBoy #multicreators

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broomballkraken · 5 years ago

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Title: Never Really Over, Chapter 2: Never Really Over

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Pairing: Sylvain/Lorenz

Word count: 4234

Warnings: None

Summary: Sylvain is arrange to marry Ingrid, but he knows that he still loves Lorenz. However, Sylvain had completely shattered Lorenz's heart with his actions, so how could he ever forgive him? Sylvain would find out soon enough, as a trio of unlikely guests shows up at the Galatea Estate.

Sylvain had many, many regrets over the course of his life, probably more so than most others his age. However, none had hit him harder than his decision to leave Lorenz, the love of his life, roughly a year ago. That one mistake had been a catalyst to push his life in the direction that he had expected, but never wanted it to go.

Sighing deeply, Sylvain ran his hand through his hair as he stared out the window of his room at the Galatea Estate. During his most cynical times in his youth, he had been bitter about his ultimate fate of being married off to someone who only loved him for his crest, and not for who he was as a person. Now he was arranged to be married solely for the benefit of his house. Well, at least his forced fiancee did love him in a sense, if only as a friend. That made this hell of a situation slightly less of a nightmare.

A knock on the door pulled Sylvain from his thoughts, and a moment later Ingrid stepped into the room, closing the door behind her as she let out a groan.

“Ugh, I thought my father would never stop yelling at me…” she grumbled, dragging a hand over her face. Sylvain let out a humorless chuckle.

“Is he finally getting impatient with you’re stalling?”

“Yeah. He said that my indecisiveness in picking a dress is wearing him thin, and if I don’t pick one out of the next batch, he’s going to throw me into a potato sack and make me get married in that.”

“Hey, at least you’re pretty enough to pull off that look.” Sylvain grinned when Ingrid rolled her eyes, but a small smile crossed her lips anyway.

“I guess.” Ingrid said, moving to join Sylvain at the window. Sylvain studied her face as she frowned, and a lonely look appeared in her eyes. It was almost like looking in a mirror.

“You know…” Ingrid said, breaking the silence, “I was always prepared for this fate of being married off to someone else with a crest. It all started with Glenn. After he died, my father was relentless in trying to get me to accept one of the many marriage proposals from all kinds of noble men.”

“Yeah, I remember that. I’m surprised you even had the time to study in between reading all of those letters.” Sylvain said, “And there was also that scummy suitor that we had to take care of. I think Dorothea was more angry about it than you.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me of that…” Ingrid mumbled, shaking her head, “I had resigned myself to my fate, but then I met Raphael. Someone who shared my dream of becoming a knight, but who was not held back by being tied to a noble family. I was actually...really jealous of him.”

“You guys really became fast friends, didn’t you? I don’t know how the dining hall kept up with you two when you ate together.” Sylvain teased, earning him a punch to the shoulder.

“Watch it,” Ingrid warned, but there was no malice behind her words. “Raphael really encouraged me to follow my dreams, to walk my own path instead of the one my father wanted me to. I was...really looking forward to becoming a knight with him.”

Ingrid’s eyes took on a watery sheen, and she let out a shaky breath. “It’s a shame that my dreams will never be a reality at this point. I really can’t escape my fate.” Tears started falling down her face, and Sylvain’s heart hurt for her, and for himself. He pulled Ingrid into a hug and let her cry silently on his shoulder, while tears began to well up in his own eyes. When Ingrid pulled away, anger had suddenly boiled up within Sylvain as he turned away from the window and stalked to the bed, kicking a chair over along the way.

“This is such fucking bullshit.” Sylvain spat as he sat down on the bed and cradled his head in his hands, “I threw away the best relationship that I ever had because of the stupid nobility. I-I never should have left him...I never should have left Lorenz there with his bastard father…”

Ingrid watched Sylvain from the window as he started sobbing, a look of pity appearing in her eyes. When she heard the news a year ago that Sylvain had suddenly returned to Gautier territory, without Lorenz, she had been shocked and worried. She paid him a visit as soon as she could, and what she found was her best friend more broken and distressed than she had ever seen him before. It had taken her a bit to calm him down enough to find out what had happened, and the story made her cry for him. It was shorty after that when their fathers brought up the idea of an arranged marriage between Sylvain and Ingrid, and with her father pressuring her relentlessly, Ingrid had no choice but to accept. If she had to be miserable for the rest of her life, she was glad that it was alongside her best friend.

“I-I still love him...I love him so much, Ingrid.” Sylvain choked out, lifting his head slightly so that he could look at her with red eyes filled with anguish. “But...I hurt him. I left him and broke his heart. He...he probably hates me…”

“Stop. Lorenz would never hate you. He loved you so much. It was obvious to anyone who saw you two together.” Ingrid said. She started moving towards him to offer comfort, but he held a hand up to stop her, so she stayed put. Ingrid sighed deeply, turning her gaze back to the window. After their class had reunited back at the monastery five years after the start of the war, she had been shocked, really shocked when Felix found her in the training grounds and complained loudly about finding Lorenz of all people in bed with Sylvain. Ingrid’s curiosity got the better of her, and Sylvain had brushed it off as purely a physical thing when she asked him about it. That did not surprise her.

What did surprise her was when she started seeing Sylvain and Lorenz spending more and more time together outside of their bedroom escapades. She had caught them training together, having casual discussions over tea, and even talking politics while eating meals together. It boggled her mind, and the minds of many of their other classmates, who remembered that Sylvain and Lorenz had borderline hated each other during their time attending the Officer’s Academy. When Sylvain finally told Ingrid that he loved Lorenz, she thought that it would have shocked her, but oddly, it did not.

When they officially become a couple, it was very obvious to anyone who saw them together that they had something special. Whether it was simply the way that their hands found each other as soon as they were close enough like they were magnetic, or the way their eyes lit up as soon as the other entered the room, no one could doubt the strength of their love for one another. When they announced their engagement after the war had ended, Ingrid held nothing but happiness for them, but alas, fate had other, more heartbreaking plans for them.

“Gods...if only I could go back.” Sylvain continued, letting out a frustrated groan as he fell backwards onto the bed, “I’d take Lorenz with me, away from his shitty father and our shitty noble obligations, and we’d go somewhere far away to live in peace. That’d be a dream come true, eh Ingrid?” Sylvain stared at the ceiling as he waited for a response, but he was met with silence.

“Ingrid?” he asked as he sat back up, raising a curious eyebrow. She was staring intensely out the window, and a small smile appeared on her face.

“Sylvain,” she said, her gaze fixed on something outside, “What would you say to Lorenz if he walked through the door in, oh, say...a minute and a half?” Sylvain’s brow furrowed; what kind of weird question was that?

“What would I say?” Sylvain repeated, barking out a laugh, “I’d tell him that I was a fucking idiot and that I love him so much that it hurts and I’d do absolutely anything to get him to take me back and-” His rambling was cut off when he heard shouts coming from the hallway. He stood up, but before he could make his way to the door, it burst open.

“Hey guys! Long time no see!”

Ingrid finally turned away from the window to see Hilda beaming at them, and Sylvain was too stunned to say anything. Hilda was then pushed aside by Raphael, whose eyes lit up when he spotted Ingrid.

“Ingrid!” he yelled excitedly, and his voice was probably heard by everyone in the estate. He quickly crossed the room and gathered her into a bear hug, lifting her off of her feet and twirling her around.

“Raphael! What are you doing here?” Ingrid asked, laughing when Raphael stopped spinning, grinning up at her as he still held her in his arms.

“Well, you see-” Raphael started, but he was cut off when Hilda grabbed his arm.

“C’mon guys, let’s go talk somewhere else.” Hilda whispered, gesturing over her shoulder. Ingrid looked over and immediately knew what she was talking about. Lorenz was standing just inside the doorway, and Sylvain was staring at him, his face pale and eyes wide.

“Right, let’s go.” Ingrid said quickly, wriggling out of Raphael’s arms and dragging him out the door with Hilda close behind. She shut the door and silently wished Sylvain and Lorenz good luck.

Sylvain hadn’t even noticed that Ingrid and co. had left the room. His eyes were fixed on the one person that he loved the most in the world, and one that he thought that he would never see again. He blinked slowly. Once. Twice. Three times. And Lorenz was still there, with that long, gorgeous amethyst hair and matching eyes that he loved so, so much. Maybe...this time it wasn’t a dream? That dream that had plagued him for so long, with Lorenz returning to him, only to disappear in a puff of smoke as soon as he tried to touch him. No, no, he could not bear to have that happen again.

Lorenz watched Sylvain silently, his heart beating so rapidly that he thought it would burst right out of his chest. He had rehearsed what he would say to Sylvain over and over on the journey here, but he could not recall a word of it. Seeing the love of his life again stole the words from his mouth, so he just stood with his mouth hanging open as tears began pricking at the corners of his eyes.

“Ha...you...this is...just another fucking bad dream, isn’t it?” Sylvain finally said, taking a step backwards as he began shaking. “Please...I can’t take it anymore…” Lorenz’s stomach dropped at the sight. Had Sylvain been tortured like this all this time? Words would still not come to Lorenz, so he swallowed thickly and began slowly walking towards Sylvain.

“D-Don’t...you’ll disappear...again…” Sylvain choked out, tears falling down his face as he took another step back, wrapping his arms around himself to try and stop his shaking, but to no avail. He squeezed his eyes shut when Lorenz moved to close his arms around Sylvain, and he didn’t want to open them again, for he knew that Lorenz wouldn’t be there when he did.

Sylvain was surprised then, when he felt warm arms settle around him, pulling him close so that strands of purple hair tickled his face and Sylvain could smell the intoxicating scent of lavender. He slowly opened his eyes, and he was looking and Lorenz’s face, blurry though his tears, and he let out a choked sob when Lorenz reached up to cup his face.

“This is not a dream, Sylvain. I am here.” Lorenz said softly, a small smile crossing his face as his thumb brushed over Sylvain’s cheek, wiping away tears that were quickly replaced by fresh ones.

“L-Lorenz…” Sylvain choked out, and he let out an anguished wail as he wrapped his arms around Lorenz, clinging to him for dear life, as if he’d disappear if he loosened his grip even a little. He buried his face in Lorenz’s shoulder and sobbed relentlessly, all of the pain and heartbreak and regret pouring out of him and soaking Lorenz’s shirt. Sylvain felt a wetness against his neck as Lorenz’s face pressed against his skin, his crying softer than Sylvain’s but still audible. One of Lorenz’s hands moved to the back of Sylvain’s head, and he had almost forgotten how wonderful it felt to have Lorenz’s slender fingers sliding through his hair. This was so, so much better than a dream. It was reality.

Lorenz did not know how long they stood there clinging desperately to each other, but eventually they found the strength to pull away, eyes red and puffy and cheeks soaked with tears. Even so, Lorenz thought that Sylvain looked as handsome as ever, and Sylvain was thinking the same thing.

“What...Why are you here?” Sylvain finally managed to ask, his voice a bit hoarse from his crying. Lorenz didn’t answer right away, instead taking the time to study Sylvain’s face, caressing his cheek with the back of his hand as he plucked out his handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the tears from the other. Sylvain let out a deep sigh, his eyes sliding shut as he leaned into Lorenz’s touch.

“I am here to see you, of course.” Lorenz finally said, “And to stop you from making the biggest mistake of your life.” Sylvain said nothing in response, fresh tears threatening to spill down his face as his hands clenched into fists against Lorenz’s back.

“H-How did-?”

“Raphael heard about the arranged marriage from Ingrid, and he in turn told Hilda, who was very determined to knock some sense into me and luckily it worked. I could not let you go through with this marriage without seeing you again, and trying to take you back.”

Sylvain clenched his jaw and shook his head. No, this wasn’t right. Lorenz should hate him for what he did, for just leaving him out of the blue and breaking his heart. Sylvain did not deserve his love anymore.

“I-But Lorenz, I...I know I hurt you so badly. The...the look in your eyes when I left you...It was like I could actually see your heart breaking. I don’t deserve-” Sylvain was suddenly cut off when Lorenz roughly pressed his lips to Sylvain’s, and the rest of his words were swallowed up by the tender kiss. Lorenz smiled against Sylvain’s lips when he felt the tension leave his body, and he didn’t break it even when he started tasting salt on his tongue. Lorenz hummed contently when Sylvain’s hand buried itself into his hair. Lorenz had almost forgotten the absolute bliss he felt when kissing Sylvain, and it was a feeling that he did not think he would ever feel again.

Lorenz pulled away, and when Sylvain tried to speak again, a finger pressed against his lips to trap the words in Sylvain’s mouth.

“Please, Sylvain, let me speak this time.” Lorenz whispered, and Sylvain nodded slightly, staring with wide eyes when Lorenz lowered his hand to Sylvain’s neck. He traced a finger along the chain of the necklace he wore, causing Sylvain to shiver, and he slipped his finger under it, tugging on it until the ring that was hanging from it fell into his hand. Sylvain had not had the heart to discard the engagement ring Lorenz had given him, not while he still held love for him in his heart. Lorenz smiled as he ran his thumb over the emeralds embedded in gold, and Sylvain’s heart jumped to his throat when Lorenz pulled out his own necklace with the ring that Sylvain had given him hanging from it.

“When I gave you this ring,” Lorenz started, as he held both rings in one hand, while he rest his forehead against Sylvain’s, “I also gave you my heart, my soul, my life. And you did the same for me. It was yours, it is still yours, and it will forever be yours until I breathe my last breath in this life. And if you were to not be by my side, it would not be a life worth living, Sylvain.” Sylvain squeezed his eyes shut and pulled away slightly, shaking his head.

“But, your father...he said he would disinherit you if you married me…” Sylvain mumbled, averting his gaze. Lorenz chuckled and slipped his fingers under Sylvain’s chin, lifting his head so that he was looking him in the eye.

“Sylvain…” Lorenz said, stealing a quick kiss from his lips, “My status as a noble, my Gloucester lineage, it is nothing compared to the love I harbor for you. I would throw it all away to keep you by my side, always, and I would not regret it one bit.”

“You…” Sylvain said, his face heating up at the absolute sincerity of Lorenz’s words. He then barked out a laugh. “Gods, I feel so fucking stupid now. I...gods, I’m so, so sorry that I left you like that. I just…” Sylvain trailed off as he worried his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Why did you leave me so suddenly? You didn’t even give me a chance to talk about the situation with you.” Lorenz said. Sylvain sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“I dunno...I just...Nobles in the Kingdom disinherited their children all the time, for a variety of reasons. It happened with my brother, and I’d seen it happen to other people who were not absolute bastards like him. It broke some of those people completely, killed them even. I was just...I didn’t want that to happen to you.” Sylvain wrapped his arms around Lorenz’s neck and hugged him tightly, and Lorenz eagerly returned the hug.

“I know how much you’re looking forward to becoming the next Count Gloucester. I just didn’t want to be the reason for that to be ripped away from you. I know that you can make a real difference in the world, but you’d need that position to do so. I didn’t want to take that away from you. I didn’t want to give myself any time to hesitate, so I figured that I needed to leave as soon as possible. I’m...so sorry.” Sylvain released his grip on Lorenz, and he chuckled as he pulled away to place a light kiss on Sylvain’s forehead.

“I should be the one apologizing. I apparently did not put enough emphasis on the fact that I love you more than anything else.” Sylvain pouted and opened his mouth to protest, but Lorenz kissed him again to stop him. Sylvain sighed into the kiss, and was silent when Lorenz pulled away. He would never get tired of silencing Sylvain in that manner. “Sylvain...As long as I have you by my side, I am complete. I am happy. I am...home. I love you, with everything that I am.”

“Lorenz...I love you too. More than anything.” Sylvain said, smiling as he cupped Lorenz’s face, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. Lorenz chuckled and covered one of Sylvain’s hands with his own, lacing their fingers together.

“Ah, well this is a relief. Ingrid and I can finally call off this stupid wedding.” Sylvain said, sighing deeply, “We’ve been stalling it for as long as possible, and I guess that paid off.”

“Indeed. I am hoping that I can stay with you for a while, after I go and collect my things from the Gloucester Estate.” Lorenz said, a slight frown crossing his face.

“You really think you’re father will actually disown you? Maybe we can try and talk some sense into him?” Sylvain suggested, and Lorenz blushed suddenly and rubbed at the back of his neck.

“...I’m afraid it may be too late for that.” Lorenz mumbled as he averted his gaze.

“Huh?” Sylvain cocked his head, blinking at Lorenz in confusion.

“I...may have called my father a ‘contemptible, degenerate bastard’ before I left to come and find you.”

“...Are you fucking serious?”

Lorenz said nothing as Sylvain burst out laughing so hard that he started crying. Lorenz huffed and crossed his arms over his chest when Sylvain doubled over, wheezing as he tried to catch his breath.

“...It was not that funny.” Lorenz mumbled, and Sylvain wiped the tears from his eyes as he slapped a hand to Lorenz’s back.

“Oh, I bet it was fucking hilarious. Gods damn it, I wish I would have been there. I bet Hilda and Raphael fucking loved it.”

“Yes, yes, they found it rather amusing. Raphael also managed to eat all of the food that my father had prepared for the members of the Roundtable meetings. I wish I could have been there for that disaster.”

Sylvain broke down laughing again, and this time Lorenz laughed along with him. They clung to each other, laughing between kisses, with hands running through hair, cheeks nuzzling against each other, trying to make up for all the little touches that they had been missing out on this past year.

“I love you, Lorenz.” Sylvain whispered as he placed a kiss on Lorenz’s neck, “I can’t wait to call you my husband, for real this time.”

“Likewise, Sylvain. I knew deep down it would never really be over for us, as long as there was a chance that you still loved me after all this time. I love you, and will love you until the end of my days.” Lorenz whispered back, and he grabbed the ring on Sylvain’s necklace and removed it, slipping it back onto his finger. Sylvain beamed and did the same for Lorenz.

“Heh, I can’t believe we both kept our rings.” Sylvain said, smiling as he took Lorenz’s hand and ran his fingers over his ring.

“We really are made for each other.” Lorenz said, his eyes locking with Sylvain’s, and he swallowed thickly when he spotted a familiar, hungry look deep within those amethyst eyes. “...In more ways than one.” Sylvain growled deep in his throat when Lorenz cupped his face with one hand and dragged the other down his back, stopping at his lower back. Lorenz gripped at Sylvain’s hip and pulled him flush against him, and a heat that Sylvain had not felt in a long time began building up within his core.

“Mmm, you’ll have to remind me exactly how, babe.” Sylvain whispered against Lorenz’s lips, his hands roaming over Lorenz’s waist and coaxing a low moan out of him.

“Gladly.” Lorenz said, and their lips met again, hungry and desperate and hot. Before they could move on, however, the door suddenly flew open and the two lovers jumped away from each other as Raphael entered the room.

“All right! It looks like you guys made up and stuff!” Raphael said, beaming as he crossed the room and pulled Sylvain and Lorenz into a hug, lifting them off the floor at the same time and squashing them together.

“Y-Yes, Raphael. Thank you.” Lorenz grumbled, annoyance dripping from his voice. Sylvain laughed as they were set back on their feet, and Ingrid and Hilda entered the room.

“Hey! Ingrid just told her father that the marriage is off, and oh boy is it causing a ruckus!” Hilda said, her pink eyes sparkling with amusement. “We’re gonna go escape and get some food if you guys wanna come. Unless you’re busy with...other activities.” Lorenz flushed a bright red as Hilda waggled her eyebrows at him, and Sylvain just burst out laughing.

“We’ll join you. There’ll be plenty of time for those...other activities later.” Sylvain said, taking Lorenz’s hand and ignoring the heated glare his fiance was shooting him. Lorenz’s gaze softened when Sylvain smiled at him, and they moved to follow their friends out of the room. After they closed the door behind them, Sylvain stole a quick kiss from Lorenz’s lips.

“Love you, babe.” he said, and Lorenz chuckled as he lifted Sylvain’s hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles.

“I love you as well, darling.” Lorenz said, “I cannot wait until I can show you exactly how much.”

“Heh, me either.” Sylvain said with a wink. “Let’s go catch up to the others before Raphael and Ingrid eat all of the food in town.”

“Indeed.” Lorenz said, and they both laughed as they hurried to catch up to their friends. For now, Sylvain and Lorenz would enjoy the company of others, as they had all the time in the world to enjoy each other, for nothing would ever again get in the way of a love as strong as theirs.

#fire emblem three houses #lorenz hellman gloucester #sylvain jose gautier #sylvenz #sylvain/lorenz #fanfiction #jade writes fanfiction

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thelifeofhayleymarie · 6 years ago

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18/01/2019: Closing a chapter of my life

This is a post I’ve been dreading to write. Just a warning too, its going to be very, very long. This will also unfortunately be my last post on this account.

5 weeks and 1 day. That’s how long its been since everything changed, since L ended things with me, and I’ve been trying my hardest to make sense of it all. I’ve been trying my best to find the words to be able to write this post, but I’ve really struggled. All I’m going to start off with is that my heart is absolutely, completely and utterly broken.

This is not how I imagined things would be. This is not how I wanted to end the distance. I imagined us together in our own house, with a couple of dogs, happy and inlove... not like this. Never in a million years did I think we’d end up like this, not with how inlove I was with him. It still doesn’t feel real. When you give someone all of you, love them harder than anything else you’ve ever loved in your life, you never expect them to tell you that they don’t want it anymore. That it’s not enough for them. It’s so hard to accept; its just unfathomable really. I wanted to marry him. I was willing to move across the country for this boy. I was so ready, and so excited. It’s just disappointing. I feel like I sacrificed so much for him. Put his needs before my own. Accepted the heartbreaking challenge of doing long distance without getting a choice in the matter. Supported him in going out and achieving his dreams while I waited here for him. And for what? Him to turn around and say he’s changed his mind and that he doesn’t feel the same anymore? That he doesn’t have the passion for the relationship and that he loves me but he’s not inlove with me now? This whole thing has left me devastatingly broken. And it hurts, my god does it hurt...

It’s been extremely hard and confusing for me to understand too. December 8th he told me that I’m the love of his life and that he can’t wait to come home to me, then on December 13th, only 5 days later… he told me he couldn’t do this anymore. It was absolutely soul shattering to hear those words. Especially because we hadn’t been fighting or anything. I thought we had been perfectly fine, he made me believe that we were doing better. He even texted me that morning saying that he loves me. Then later that night he completely pulled the rug out from under me.

He messaged me that Thursday night saying he wasn’t doing very well mentally and that he needs to talk to me. Me being me I dropped everything and called him immediately, desperately wanting to help him and understand why he was feeling this way. He wouldn’t completely tell me the truth behind it until I kept asking questions. When I asked him if he could think of one thing that makes him happier than anything else in the world, and he answered saying he’s happiest when being on holiday at the lake… my stomach dropped and I immediately knew what was going on; because he didn’t say he was happiest when he was with me. This lead into me asking a whole bunch of other questions where I discovered that he had been apparently feeling miserable for months because he doesn’t think he wants to be with me anymore, because he feels like he’s changed, we’ve changed. This phone call was 3 hours long, yet I couldn’t grasp what was going on. I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. I was a mess after that phone call. I knew deep in my heart there was no coming back from that. I knew what he wanted, and it completely broke me. My best friend and my brother had to come and physically restrain me because of how inconsolable I was. I felt like my whole world was ending, especially because of how blindsided I felt. Eventually my mum had to literally medicate me to make me calm down. My heart couldn’t take it. I think I slept for 2 whole days after that.

Even though I knew it was over, a couple days later I had a very weak moment and called him and basically begged for him to just keep trying, at least until he comes home and we see each other (which was only a week away… I’d been looking forward to it for ages. I hadn’t seen him in 2 months... he was coming home for christmas on the 20th of december). But my god, it felt so degrading. No one should ever have to beg someone to not give up on them, or to try harder or love them back. I never wanted to stoop that low but I was in shock and I was desperate. And to my utter dismay- he said no. He didn’t want to try anymore. He said he’s been trying for months and it still just doesn’t feel right. This outraged me because 1, he hadn’t been completely honest and open with me about how he was feeling this way and 2, giving someone the bare minimum is NOT ‘trying’. He stopped meeting my needs a long time ago and I was too blinded by love to understand this. I deserved so much better than that. I deserve someone whose sure about me 100% of the time. I deserve someone whose consistent with their love and effort, which he very much lacked on and off throughout our whole relationship. His words rarely matched up to his actions. One day he’d say he loves me more than life itself and that he wants to marry me, the next he would hardly even speak to me. Complete head fuck right? But I stuck around because I loved him. Maybe that’s my own fault.

He was messaging me every day after that phone call- I don’t really know why, I think the guilt from hurting me was eating him up inside to be honest- but I just couldn’t reply to his messages. I needed space. I needed time to let it all sink in and to be able to reflect on it all. I eventually messaged him and asked him to give me the respect of ending things in person, where I can ask questions, get closure and say goodbye. He agreed and wanted that too. It’s so painful having to say goodbye to someone you wanted forever with. But I did it. I went over to his house a couple days after he arrived home and I got say my peace and get the closure I needed. And although I am hesitant to say, I also did end up seeing him a couple more times before he flew back home - alcohol and a broken heart dont mix well folks, trust me - but I surprisingly found that it didnt make things worse for me, because I had already accepted that this break up is probably for the best... dont get me wrong it was sad, and confusing but it was also nice to just be together, talk and take our time to say goodbye; our last goodbye, and the hardest one of all. It was especially hard seeing him cry along with me at the thought of it being the last time. But as I had time to reflect on it all leading up to seeing him each time, I came to the conclusion that this was for the best, and I told him that too. I knew I wasn’t being treated right, I knew I deserved better, I knew the distance had gotten to us too much, and I knew we both weren’t happy. But it was nice to end things on a good note and say goodbye in our own way.

During the past month I have rediscovered my worth and realized that I have so, so, SO much love to give, and if he doesn’t want it, then thats truely his loss. I put him on a pedestal for the longest time and forgot about myself through it all. I haven’t been fair to myself. So now, I think its time I put myself first- in every aspect of my life, not just through the break up. I’m going to try my best to leave all heartache in 2018, and begin to focus on my self worth, growth and all things positive in 2019.

As much as this hurts and as much as it killed me to do long distance this past year, I really have no regrets. I gave 110% of myself to this relationship and to L. I put my heart and soul on the line for someone I love and I think that’s something to be proud of- it’s actually admirable I think. Like a friend recently told me, I let someone know how it felt to be loved by me, and that’s beautiful. I love so damn hard too, and I deserve to get the same love back. Consistently. I also just want to make note that as much as this has hurt me, I don’t and will never wish ill upon him at all. I really just want him to be happy, and if that means not being with me anymore then so be it. I don’t think of him as a bad person- just someone whose young, and isn’t sure about what he wants. I’ve also realized that I can’t hate him for feeling a certain way. I don’t want to. That wouldn’t be fair. At the end of the day, as much as I tried to hold on, I think I always knew it wasn’t meant to be. There’s been too much hurt in the past, and the relationship was damaged from early on from certain things I think. The distance was also really, really difficult for both of us too; even though I felt like I could deal with it because I believed it would be worth it in the end, I guess he just couldn’t handle it, and that’s fair enough. Being away from the person you love constantly changes you. Its heart breaking. I’ll always love the person he is, and forever cherish every amazing memory we ever shared. Our love was epic. The past 2/3 years have been some of the happiest moments of my life- despite it being a rollercoaster at times. And I owe a lot to Luke and will always respect him. I just know now that maybe we’re not meant to be, and that’s ok. As hard as it is to accept that it’s over, and that i’ll never see him again (that part tears me up inside ugh), I’ll always remember him as my first love, and I’ll always appreciate the beautiful times we had together. I still love him, I think I always will, but I’m a big believer in everything happens for a reason, and I know I’ll be stronger from this.

I just want to also say a big thank you to everyone who has gone on this journey with me, for all the love and support and advice shared. It’s helped more than you know. I don’t think I would’ve made it this far without you guys. I’m going to miss being apart of this beautiful little community of long distance and military couples. Even though it didn’t work out for me, I still believe long distance can work and that those who are willing to make it work, no matter the struggles, are some of the strongest and most noblest people around. But just remember, if you’re giving more than you’re getting, if you’re beginning to question your worth, if you’re crying more than you are happy, if you’re the only one holding on and trying to make it work, then you need to be honest and fair to yourself and understand that you deserve so, so much better- and you will find that one day, I promise. A part of me wishes I had’ve realised sooner.

I’m closing a chapter of my life, only to begin a new one. I hope 2019 blesses all of you. Best of luck with everything, I really am rooting for you all!

(I’m also not going to delete this blog. It holds way too many incredible memories and posts of happier times that I would like to look back on in years to come. And although it makes me sad now, I just think its so special and it may also be able to help others to read. But, like I said earlier, this will unfortunately be my last post...

If you’d like to contact me in anyway from now on I will be using my main blog more regularly. You can find me at:

http://tr-anspar-ent.tumblr.com/)

Stay strong, keep fighting through the distance and for the ones you love. Always remember you’re not alone.

Love always,

Hayley x

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thequeenofadream · 6 years ago

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Sunflower III 🌻 (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Summary:pep talks, morning regrets and a heart to heart.

Words: 1,068

Notes: read part one!! read part two!! uh swear words and no extremes really haha

A/N: hi its cheyenne coming back to you with another chapter and i am delighted you're spend a few minutes of your day reading this! sorry its kinda short compared to the others, but next one aka the last one will probably be long. ily all have a wonderful day!! 💞

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Two hearts, Two souls, just one solution but the solution failed.

Someone was banging at your hotel room door in early hours of the morning. You looked at the clock on the nightstand to see the time was 5:00 am. You were all leaving at noon so you wondered who'd be pounding on your door at this time.

Ugh.

You groaned and pulled yourself together. Whoever was at the door better have had a damn good reason to wake you up. You walked towards the door and looked through to the peephole to see a anxiety riddled John Deacon. As soon as you twisted the handle, Deacy immediately hugged you.

“Good Morning to you too?” You said groggily moving backwards so you could close the door. He let go for a second and looked at your appearance.

Your eyes were sore from crying. Your tears had stained your cheek. You looked as if you could sleep for a millennium. Everything about you screamed heartbreak.

“Fred and I wondered where you had gone. Have you been crying?” He asked, eyes filled with sympathy. You couldn't lie anymore to anyone anymore.

“Yes.” You barely got out before tears came pouring down. You hugged John once again as your emotions took control.

“There, There Y/N.“ He pat your back. You both sat down on the edge of the bed while John did his best to comfort you. You explained what had happened in between sobs.

After you told him the distressing tale, he sighed.

“Excuse me, but he was a dick. I'm sorry I don't know what drove him to that much alcohol last night.” He blatantly stated as he stood up.

“It's fine”

“It's not, Y/N. I’m going to find him before we leave and knock some sense into him.”

“It's really not necessary, Deacy.” You pleaded, wiping away your tears. You looked at him seriously.

“I’ll find him myself and talk to him, alright?” You assured him. He nodded.

“Now, what did you two get up to with my camera.” You pointed at your camera which he was holding, trying to lighten the mood. John let out a little chuckle.

“Well, Fred and I took the best of pictures, if I do say so myself.” He handed you the camera and the pictures.

You looked at each of one of them. They were all gorgeous and made you feel like you were actually at the party. You could tell that Freddie took the blurry and ‘lively’ pictures while John’s was much better, he did like photography after all.

“Well yes they're truly immersive.” You laughed and walked over to your camera’s keeping the camera and all the pictures.

“See, we told you we could do it! And not a single scratch either.” He said proudly as walked to your bedroom door.

“Okay okay, but I think the world needs your incredible bass lines.” You said opening the door for him. John blushed slightly and walked out the door frame then there was silence. Worry was starting to pile up once again.

“Y/N, you got this.” He spoke positively, sensing your stress.

“Thanks John.” You gave a small smile and waved goodbye. He waved back and went off. You closed the door and walked back to your bed. You sat on the edge, deep in thought.

You had one chance to tell him clearly, properly and surely and you didn't know how. You had absolutely no clue on what to do. You felt bad for wasting Freddie's and Deacy’s efforts and you definitely did not want to extend the dilemma unto Bri.

You had to do this your way.

It was 9 am and you were pounding on Roger's door. You felt determined, empowered and alive. You did not care about Alicia or any other woman Rog may or may not have gone home with. It was time for you to keep yourself alive.

“A minute, a minute!”

Roger revealed himself wearing a robe in the most hungover fashion. All the great effects of alcohol had left him and he was left with a pounding headache. He looked like a mess, a hot mess.

“Oh my god Y/N, I don't recall anything from last night. I'm so sorry.” He said, eyes wide. You laughed at his puzzled expression.

“It's fine, I wasn't at the party for long, but I could tell you what happened while I was there over breakfast.” You smiled sweetly.

“Okay, just give me another minute.” He smiled back with the best of his abilities. He grabbed a white buttoned down shirt and sunglasses quickly putting them on.

“Okay, let's go.” He Said, intertwining his arms with yours. You rolled your eyes as you both walked down the stairs.

“So no one at your room?”

“Erm yeah. I remember a girl, but she honestly just disappeared at some point. All I remember is being completely pissed.”

So much for Rog being her lover boy; sad really.

“So Brian brought you back?”

“Yep.” He said as you both exited the lobby.

The sky was littered with a few clouds scattered about, the wind was breezy and cool and the sun shone brightly. It was bright but not bright enough to send Roger running back in pure agony. It seemed like a good day. Whilst walking down the sidewalk you kept your eye out for a restaurant or diner.

“So what did you do?” He asked casually, looking straight ahead.

“What do you mean?” You asked slightly nervous.

“I usually see you taking pictures in the shadows even when I'm wasted to hell. Also you said you weren't there for long, where did you go?”

He noticed me?

You usually kept a low profile at the parties, just being there for the pictures and maybe a drink or two. You never really assumed someone was watching over you. The thought warmed your heart.

“Uh well we actually met earlier in the night.” You started slowly. He suddenly looked at you, dreading to hear what had happened. “Did I- Was I fine?” He asked stopping in his tracks.

You looked at him in the eye. He was fine, wasn't he? He didn't do anything to hurt you. He was just being Roger. You were about to say he was good, but a voice in your yelled “Tell him.”

You did say you wouldn't lie, Y/N.

“Maybe, we should sit down.”

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thequeenofcronuts · 6 years ago

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Justify My Love - Chapter 2 - Sad, Ain't No Shine

Read Chapter 1

Book: The Royal Romance

Word Count: 2,034

Pairing: Maxwell x MC (Kristina)

Warnings - Rather Mild Language

A/N In this TRR au Series: Kristina (MC) decides she cannot stay in Cordonia after the events of the Coronation Ball. Not so much caring about her own reputation, but caring for the life of the man she has been falling for, which is not the prince. She returns to New York and is faced with her heartbreak and regret while Maxwell is left in Cordonia struggling to understand the truth behind his feeling. Will they let each other go?

**All characters and named places are owned by Pixelberry Studios. Rights to the songs used as titles in this series belong to:

Justify My Love (Madonna) - Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reach Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management

Sad (Maroon 5) - Universal Music Publishing Group

tags: @littleblossom357 @alj4890 @cosigottahavefaith

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-Sad-

Kristina's POV

Kristina stands at Daniel’s door giving him a tight hug. “Thanks for everything these last two months. Letting me stay with you, helping with a job that isn't back at the bar, and for understanding that I don't ever want to walk into that bar ever again.” As she steps back Daniel has a sly grin, “Someday Kris I’m going to get out of you why you hate the bar so much, well more than because the boss is ass. And why you won't let me set you up on a date. But all in good time though, Kris, all in good time I’ll get it out of you.” He playfully punches Kristina on her arm. “But seriously Kris, it is great having you back and I wouldn't hesitate to help you all over again.” Kristina gives him one more brief hug. “Well, off to my shoebox size apartment. Heh, probably not even shoebox size, maybe just the size of one shoe.” “See ya soon Kris!.” “Soon I’m sure, Daniel. Be sure to give my best to your new love.” Kristina pretends to swoon and Daniel rolls his eyes.

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The next morning Kristina bites the bullet and forces herself to go shopping for some new clothes for work. Daniel helped her get a pretty sweet hostess job at a swanky restaurant. I’m so glad as a hostess I don't have to wear any uniforms, but I need to step it up in my closet. The hostess is the first impression given at the restaurant. Not that her manager doesn't mention it to her every single shift. Sighing she heads out to the street in front of her building and hails a cab. Immediately once the cab starts rolling she is already regretting her decision, but she has put this off for as long as she can. Shopping without Maxwell. This is going to majorly suck. Waking up to my stupid alarm on my phone each morning hurts enough, so this should be just shitty.

Kristina had always loved shopping, and when adding Maxwell to the equation it was just about as entertaining as anything could get. Standing outside the strips of shops she sighs, then takes a deep breath and walks into the first shop. After hours of torture she's finally home with a decent start to a work appropriate wardrobe. She falls back on the quite small couch and surveys her kingdom. Heh, yes my palatial manor indeed. Without moving from the couch she looks into the “kitchen” with its sink, hot plate, and mini fridge, then into the “bedroom” which has a twin bed and just enough room for the tiny table holding a really, really small TV, and then into the bathroom which is barely larger than one in a camping trailer. But the apartment is clean, and in an okay-ish neighborhood.

She curls up on the couch and lets her mind wander….

"Oh come on Kristina you can totally pull this off.” Maxwell throws the distressed skinny jeans and the colorful tube top at her. “ Maxwell, I know we're buying clothes for the few times there aren't planned activities, but I still don't think Bertrand would approve.” “Who cares, I’m sure the gang will take a night to sneak out and go to a club or something. We all had fun at Drake’s birthday outing, I mean even Drake did. Now go try it on!!!” He gently shoves her into the direction of the changing rooms. After a few minutes…“Ok, I’m coming out.” Maxwell is waiting and is almost giddy as he sees his masterfully matched ensemble. “See, told you! Looks fabulous on you, which means you're buying it.” Kristina stands at attention and mock salutes Maxwell as she heads to change back into her clothes.

As Kristina returns from the changing rooms to head to the cashier she sees Maxwell having his own little dance party to the music being pumped out of the store’s, not so fantastic, speakers. She smiles, makes her purchase, and heads over to him. “Okay, bought your masterpiece of an outfit, lets roll.” “But Kristina, this is one of my favorite songs!! We have to dance to this one before we leave.” “Maxwell, in the clothing store we have to dance? Is this a manner of life and death?” She chuckles. “No, but it is a matter of honoring the music.” As he dances around some clothing racks Kristina figures why the hell not. He is having a blast and everyone else that has been staring have gotten bored and gone back to their shopping. Three ‘Must dance to’ songs later Maxwell concedes it's time to go, but only when Kristina mentions an ice cream break. Maxwell grabs her hand and practically drags her behind him. Both laughing hysterically they pop into the ice cream parlor and each have sundaes that were way too big to finish.

On the ride back they car sing and of course car dance, which Kristina found to be just bobbing your torso back and forth whilst being buckled in, but fun none the less. When they arrived back they were pretty hyped on sugar and headed inside arm in arm. They were rather enjoying Bertrand's disgust when he sees their frivolity, and laugh as he gets even more flustered when they declare a race to their rooms to see who can be dressed and down in the dining room first.

“Oh Maxwell, my life is so boring and miserable without you.” Kristina says out loud to no one.

Still on the couch, she has the same daily war raging in her head. Did I choose the right thing by leaving? Yes, of course it was the right thing to do. I no longer could help House Beaumont and I, obviously, could never tell him how I feel now. Heh, I can’t imagine how that confession would help, between the unneeded pressure it would place on him, and his inevitable rejection. If there was any hope for me and him, leaving the way I did crushed that. Should I have made sure to tell him about my feelings before the Coronation? That wouldn't have ended well either because if by some miracle he felt the same for me what would have happened with us in the end? Between the state of House Beaumont, me not winning the crown, and my new reputation?

“Ugh!” she sighs out as she picks up her phone, starting to type THE text for the millionth time, and just as quickly deleting it for the millionth time. What could I even say after all these weeks? What could I even say to him when I myself am barely holding on?

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-Ain’t No Sunshine-

Maxwell's POV

“Look Savannah, I’m sorry I changed your whole life plan. I even screwed that up.” Savannah heavily sighs. She and Maxwell were out on the patio overlooking the estate grounds. “Maxwell, for the thousandth time, coming home was what I wanted to do so deep down inside. Truly. I just wasn't brave enough to do it on my own. Now Drake and I talk daily, and Bertrand and I can start to see if there is anything salvageable between us. I stand by all my decisions in the past weeks.” Maxwell went to open his mouth, but Savannah put up her hand to stop him from saying what she already knew he was going to say. “Max, there is no fault you can take on here. I know you think talking to me about everything from House Beaumont to Kristina leaving was the catalyst for what you think is the upheaval of my life, but honestly it was the best thing. I just hate how it took your heartbreak to set things right for me.”

“Savannah, I never meant t-“ “Maxwell, if you hadn't opened up to me, I would have strangled you when I eventually found out. Even if you may never end up being my brother by law, I already see you as one.” Maxwell finally has a small hint of a smile as Savannah said that last part. “And you're my sister, Savannah. I have to admit for my own selfish reasons I’m glad you're home. You're the reason I’m making it through my days.” She put her arm around him. “Maxwell I have to ask, I know again, but why, well why are you doing what you're doing here?”

“Savannah, Bertrand needed me to stay home while he went on the Engagement Tour to keep our presence in Court. We all know I would have messed that up, and he needed me here to work on getting us into the best shape possible.” “Which,” Savannah looked at him with a pointed and knowing looking, “kept you from being outside this house and around people. Max, the fact you're choosing spreadsheets and managing much of the Estate’s needs is not you. You don't smile, you don't go out, you don't joke…you aren't you. At all. And I’m worried.” Maxwell rolls his eyes, “Well, Bertrand is happy, and I’m actually pulling my weight for once. I’ve got my spending under control and he knows about the support I was offering you. I’m finally growing up, and he’s happy. It's a good place to be.”

Savannah abruptly stands up and bores her eyes into his. “You aren't growing up, you are hiding. You are hiding from everything and everyone one. You're hiding from your feelings about Kristina. You aren't helping Drake and Hana look for Tariq. You aren't going out. You don't smile, sing, dance. And the woman you talked to me about for hours in Paris is now a taboo subject with you.” Maxwell shoots up and takes several steps back from Savannah, backing toward the door leading inside and to his escape. “I am busy doing what Bertrand needs. There is no more time for my childish antics. Looking for Tariq is a waste of time, it won't make anything different or bring things back to the way they were before that night. Krist…” his eyes close and he rubs his temples “she won't even answer anyone's calls or texts. She's let her voicemail fill so you can't leave her a message. She could have blocked our numbers for all we know.” Maxwell was begins to shake. “If by some crazy, impossible miracle they find Tariq there is no way to let her know about it. Plus she made her feelings very clear when she walked onto that plane.”

“Bull shit Maxwell, you know that’s all bull shit.” Maxwell’s jaw drops Savannah didn't ever swear. What the hell is going on here? “All those sad excuses are just that, excuses for not owning up to your feelings. I don't care how many times you tell yourself Kristina was just a friend, and how she only felt friendship for yo-” Maxwell interrupts with a hollow, biting laugh which was completely void of his happy go lucky self. “Friendship? She turned her back and walked onto that plane without a glance back.” “Oh come on Maxwell, get your head on straight. How can you entertain the thought that you know what she was feeling and thinking right then at that moment when you can't even own up to your feelings right now.” He crosses his arms and sharply asks, “And what exactly are these feelings which are apparently mine that I don't know of?” Savannah throws her hands in the air and walks two steps toward him. “I could stand here and tell you, but you’d come up with some new ridiculous excuse. Maxwell, I’m done with you today, but you need to think about all this, and soon or you're going to be miserable for the rest of your life.” Just as he was going to respond they both were snapped out of the conversation by the sound of a truck barreling up the drive. Drake’s truck. “Just great” Maxwell mumbled under his breath.

Drake left the engine going as he jumps out of the truck running up to Savannah and Maxwell. “We’ve narrowed it down! We know what city Tariq is in!”

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