#who wouldv'e thought

[kandlewick]

In which the Reader meets a Stranger(?)

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3]

If you were being honest, It wasn't hard to continue on with your life as if you hadn't discovered the long forgotten dorm. With every passing day, the memories became duller and grayer, as if they were being stretched thin against the edges of your brain like wispy cotton. Just thinking too hard on it left a lasting dull ache behind your eyes as if the very memory itself wanted to be forgotten.

"Hench-human!" You felt a furry paw slap against your face, claws nearly digging into your cheeks as you turned towards Grim who had made himself at home perched upon your back like he hardly weighed a thing, "You were slacking off again in class just now! What's got your head all messed up? You've been acting all weird ever since you met up with that weird guy, Lilia."

"Sorry, Grim," You gave him an apologetic smile, "I've just been thinking a lot but I just can't remember about what."

Grim narrowed his eyes for a moment before cracking a wicked grin, "You can't remember something you forgot? Myaahhh, well, I just think it wasn't worth nothin' important anyways if it's not worth rememberin'!"

Maybe he was right.

He was not right.

Because, you see, it just kept bothering you. Something was missing, something important. Between classes, you found yourself tearing Ramshackle apart thinking that it must've been a piece of homework or a forgotten ingredient for class or something! But nothing fit. Nothing felt right. It was driving you insane. You had asked the ghosts if you had been forgetting anything important throughout the day but they all just looked at each other and shrugged their shoulder and gave you the answer you were dreading but expecting. It just simply wasn't worth remembering. As much as it made you want to tear your hair out, you had to ignore the strange repetitive scratches against your skull or you really were going to go a little topsy-turvy chasing phantoms.

So you went on with your days, the memory still thinning even further into nothing but the ache. oh, the ache burned.

It all wouldv'e faded if one day, in-between classes, you had bumped shoulders with another student. The sash on their arm was different then the dorms colors you remembered. While it carried the same regal elegance of a Pomefiore purple, the ribbon was a deep and heavy blue. The student stopped for a moment as if shocked by your touch, before they abruptly turned on their heel towards you.

Quickly raising your hands in defense, you backed off, "Sorry, sorry! I wasn't paying much attention to where I was going so, like, it's my bad!"

The strange bespectacled student ignored your apologies and instead, in a fit of excitement, practically threw you off your feet in to a spinning embrace, his arms wrapping themselves firmly around you shoulders! You let out a desperate squeak as he twirled on his feet.

"Hey! Wait a minute!" You thrashed against his hold, arms pressed against your chest, "Let me go!"

You words were met with a laugh as he elegantly unraveled you from his embrace, twirling you around like you were part of an elegant dance, "You remembered me!"

Huh?

"Huh?" You lamely croaked out, eyes wide. This dude was absolutely bananas. He was a complete stranger to you. Surely you would've remembered someone dressed as frivolously as he was, dorm uniform messily put together but still having the same charm of a runway model in one of Vil's magazines. Not only that but you would've definitely had remembered the strange shade of ribbon he has sported on his right arm.

"Tell me," the stranger crossed his arms in a lazy manner, eyes crinkled in delight, "You've been having a weird sense of displacement from your thoughts. Nothing seems to be making any sense? Weird itch in the back of your brain that something feels wrong?"

"Thats..." You felt your tongue feel heavy in your mouth, "Well, you see..."

He cocked a hip to the side and his smile seemed to widen, his hair nearly bouncing in his excitement to let you in on what felt like a huge secret, "What if I told you I knew the reason why and can fix it?"

It didn't take long for him to drag you out of Night Raven and in to the courtyards and if you weren't so deathly curious about the thing you keep forgetting you've forgotten, You really would've been on higher alert around this guy. You could practically hear the sound of Ace and Deuce scolding you.

"You're following a dude you don't even know just because he asked you too? Are you an idiot or just dumb??" Ace...

"You should've called for me! I would've come to beat the guy up if he tried anything!!" Deuce...

You took a moment and apologized to the thought of them, knowing that they would've beat you upside the head because, you know, they care.

"We're here!" The sing-song voice of your mysterious senior shocked you enough to pull you out of your thoughts only for you to have found yourself almost nose to door with a monolith of a castle.

That was not there before.

With a hurried step back, you caught eyes with the boy, "What the hell is this doing on campus?? How come I've never seen it before?"

He only giggled before turning to admire the castle, "You wouldn't know it's here if you weren't looking for it." He almost sighed, be it with fondness or annoyance, you couldn't tell. You turned to follow him, gaze raised to the tower. The scratching at the back of your head seemed to grow with each passing moment your eyes never left the tile, like it wanted to chip away at the fog still etched into your skull.

"Do you remember anything yet?"

You shook your head, "Mmm... Nothing yet but..."

The student only offered an understanding nod of his head, his bangs bouncing, "Don't worry, it will all come back soon." With a measured push of the door, he offered you an arm to take as he lead you inside the mysterious news building.

Everything was dimly lit. The candles lighting the room were aplenty but the flames only brightened so much. Whoever lived here obviously preferred to keep to themselves in the dark.

"Welcome to dorm Rosenfluch."

"Rosenfluch?" You repeated, eyebrows knitted together, "I've never heard of - or seen any students from this dorm before at any of the meetings or at any of the events."

He smiled cheekily, "I could say the same about that ramshackle of a dorm you've got for yourself, Prefect. I'm sure others felt the same way when Crowley gave you that title and a space among the other dorm leaders."

That... made a little sense, actually but what was really confusing was why hadn't you seen any of them before? And even then, he still hasn't given you his name and you really didn't want to call him the creep upperclassmen to his face.

"Ah," He flushed. He reached back and twirled a strand of hair around his finger, pulling at it with a sense of embarrassment. He seemed almost let down, "Yeah. In my excitement, I must have forgotten you've forgotten. Not entirely forgotten but, you know, enough."

"Which reminds me," You thought back to when you two had brushed shoulders in the hallway, "Why would you have assumed I remembered you just from that? Seven, I don't even know your name."

"Mmm..." he hummed, finger once again wrapping around a loose strand, "You see.. that's the other thing. The forgetting is... that's normal. The touching? That means its gone."

"What's gone?"

"The sense of loss, I guess," He sighed, letting go of his hair and instead, he reached forward and offered a hand, his fingers long and sinewy, "It's nice to meet you again, Prefect." He breathed out, almost excited to say the next words, "My name Is Luc and I'm a student here in Night Raven College."

[jotunvali02]

Playing Turnabout Goodbyes, last part

"The second bullet was never found."

Ah-ah-ah. No, no, baby.

"Tsk, tsk" as Von Karma would say.

FEE-FEE has the second bullet. It's the FIRST one that's cleverly hidden in front of everyone.

"Sorry, Maya. I was wrong."

OMFG... are you back at being stupid, even in court??

"Maybe the bullet HIT the murderer?"

Yeaaaaaah!! Congrats for Fee-Fee who needed again the intervention of a dead woman to help him figure shit out! 🥳

"Hey Nick. Remember what Grossberg said about Von Karma and his vacation shit?"

Maya, Maya... did you just find the culprit again??

My God, YOU should be a defense attorney! YOU deserve that fucking badge! Take it and scream "OBJECTION! I am the defense now!"

"I know Von Karma. Perhaps too well." My baby 😭💔

and here comes the metal detector, gracefully lent by Daddy Gumshoe!

"Mister Von Karma, get NAKED bitch!"

omg, that loud BEEP must have frozen Edgey's heart and all of his blood vessels.💔💔💔

"Who wouldv'e thought you'd dig your own grave trying to convict Edgeworth?" = "You touch my senpai, I destroy you, bitch."😊 #yanderefeefee

What kind of reaction must one have when the man you literally saw as a father for 15 years proudly admits he is the one who killed your real father and screams that he'll "bury you"?

After he managed to convince you a few minutes earlier that you had murdered your own father?

Anyone would have burst in screaming tears.

"It's all just a good memory"??? Maya, the FUCK??? did you forget-?? Nevermind.

"Larry? What happened now?" My thoughts exactly!! X)

"Wright, there are $38 in that enveloppe." "Yeah, so?" Omffffg,

PHOENIIIIIIIX !!!!

"Edgeworth?" "Hmm?" "I love you, baby." *kiss* "I'll murder Larry and I'll come back."😘

"Where does that leave me? I've become a defense attorney because of what you two did!!"

Wrong! Stop blaming others for your whimsy, shitty decisions, Feenie. It's not their fault if you're a lonely, emotionally-dependent and obesessive psychopath.

Oh, and Edgey and Larry agree with me!

"If I had known, I'd become a prosecutor!" Hmm, an AU prosecutor Fee-Fee, hey?🤔

"Same for me, only the other way around..." No, no, baby.😢 Don't be sad. "If I had known the truth, maybe I might have become a defense attorney." My baby!!😭😭😭

Feenie, hug him!! WTF are you waiting for??

And stop that fucking happy tune when my baby is obviously miserable inside!!!!

"Want to switch, Wright?"

Yes!! YES!!! Follow your dreams, baby!! 😭

Aaah?? Fee-Fee didn't answer!!!! 👀👀👀

Wai-wai-wait!! So while everyone was partying and drinking their ass off, Miles was still in detention? All alone?? More than likely crying and being sad and crushed inside??

"I couldn't help you. I was useless."

Shut up, Maya! THAT'S NOT TRUE!! You helped and you nailed it more than Phoenix!!

Yeah, not just with the bullet, Feenie. SHE also suggested out of the blue Von Karma might be the murderer while you had no clue he might be!

*gasp*?? Edgey got a hug from Daddy Gumshoe?😭 (at least, I fucking hope so! that's the least he needs!!!)

Huh? No trial for two months??

WTF did you do during that whole time, Phoenix? And just how did you pay your rents? Yeah, rentS, I suppose the Wright & Co offices aren't free to use!

*gasp*! I hope for your ass you spent them visiting and comforting your boyfriend! (in exchange for the paying of your rents, maybe? like you wanted?)

Also, when 9 years-old Miles felt unconscious, the two adults with him felt unsconcious too? Like, all the three of them, at the same time??

Either baby Miles had a prodigious endurance or the two adults with him were exceptionnally weak-bodied.

Or Takumi didn't think about sth basic as that so that Gregory's murder happens easily and smoothly. Cause bitch, HOW the fuck Yogi couldn't have recognized Von Karma then and why wouldn't have Gregory tried to defend himself? And HOW couldn't they have heard Von Karma screaming?

I've just realized that whole story of Greg's murder doesn't make any sense from the begining!

[linn-94]

Chapter 1: Meeting new people

It was just a normal spring day. This morning when I got up I took a shower, got dressed and took off for another day of enjoying the beautiful spring weather. I took the subway to Columbus Circle got coffee at Starbucks and walked through Central Park. When I found the perfect spot (aka the bench that I always sat on) I sat down and opened my book.

Reading was one of the things that I loved to do and nothing was better than reading on a spring day in Central Park on my favorite bench. When I was not reading it was the perfect place to watch people and listen to the birds.

Since I moved to NYC a few months ago, Central Park was the place where I spend most of my time. And so today was also another day in the park.

I read for 20 minutes when something hit me on the back. I looked down and behind me to see what it was. At that moment a dog came running to my bench and stared at me. On the ground was the dogtoy that had hit me.

"Hey buddy, I think I have your toy over here" I said to the dog.

The dog wiggled his tail.

"I hope you are not alone out here, where is your owner?" Just when I said that I heard a voice.

"Miles, come here buddy" and a man came walking to my bench.

"Here you are buddy, I was looking all over for you." I heard the man say.

Then he looked at me and said: "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to throw it this far.. are you hurt?" I looked at the man and saw that he was the most handsome guy I had ever seen. He had the most beautiful blue eyes en light brown/blondish hair, his smile was to die for. "Uhmm no I.. I'm fine" I anwserd not very sure of myself.

"Oh that's great" the man said. "I was worried it had hit you too hard". He rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'm Aaron by the way" he reached out to shake my hand.

"I'm Sophie" I said and I shook his hand.

"You look very comfortable on this bench, are you here often?" He asked trying to make conversation.

"I try to be here at least twice a week." I responded. "It's just a nice place to relax and enjoy everything outside". I knew it wasn't just twice a week but more, but I didn't want him to think I had noting to do with my life.

"I couldn't agree more, I come here at least three times a week with Miles." Aaron said.

"Well Miles is a very handsome dog." I said.

"Thanks, he is also very kind." Aaron responded.

"So Sophie, it was very nice to meet you. I have to get going because I have a show tonight, but I hope to see you some other time around."

"If you're looking for me, you know where to find me." I said pointing to the bench I was sitting on.

Aaron waved goodbye and walked away with Miles.

When Aaron was gone a lot of thoughts got into my mind. How can I be so dumb in saying things like this. Who says you know where to find me to a guy she just met. He was a very attractive guy so if he wanted to look for me it was fine by me. But a guy like that would never fall for a girl like me. And what was it about a show he said? Was he on Broadway or something? That couldn't be the case because I loved Broadway and I wouldv'e known who he was. He looked familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it.

Aarons pov

Omg Aaron why did you have to say that stuff to that girl you just met. Aaron said to himself. She was pretty that for sure. She had blue eyes and dark long hair. Her voice was one he could listen to all day long. And the way she spoke to Miles. But why did he had to mention the show. She clearly didn't recognize him, so why did he gave her a hint.

[taelovesjohnny]

Muted ( The Outsider) Chapter 11 The Devils House

millile's PoV

This house is so angry now. Ever since ally told the whole gang that it was dally who raped me, everybody has been so uptight, and i think the only one that really likes dally right now is Johnny. i think he wouldv'e been a good dude, but he raped me so, thats a big game changer, for sure. i was sitting on the couch, reading a book, something i rarley do. its just to get my mind off of the maddness. i think the boys thought that just because they know who raped me, will get me to open my mouth. i got big news, its never gonna happen!

" hey baby, wanna go with me, skinny dippin'?" two-bit joked. and though it was meant for me to get mad, and start yelling, soda beat me to it.

" what the hell, two-bit!!! shes my sister!!!! lay off!!" 

" Soda's right, if she dont wanna go out with you, thats final, sorry dude." steve butted in on our conversation.

" im never letting my sister date a foolless drunk, thats for sure, even if he's a buddy." this time it was ponyboy.

" smart ass i can date anyone i want. just watch me." two-bit grinned, as he came over to me. " may i have you, my lady?" 

i closed my book. oh this is gonna be fun. i gave two-bit my hand, and he yanked me up. he put his hands on my waist and started to lean in. two-bit was one of my bestie's. besides soda, two-bit was the next highest on my list. we knew eachother like an open book. he started kissing me roughly on my jaw bone. just then i heard the door slam. i looked over two-bit's shoulder to see dallas winston, staring at me with cold eyes. All the boys stood where they were, dumbfounded at what two-bit was doing. this was the most fun i was having in like forever. 

" i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you." two-bit was going mad. he knew i wanted to lighten things up, so before he started he gave me his " i'll do this if you let me, and i will not hurt you, but ill go to the extreme" look. and boy was he going to the extreme. his beer soaked breath soaked my face, as he leaned down and kissed me on the lips. The whole gang started yelling at that point.

" Bro that was seriously not cool!!" steve shouted.

i kissed back. and i kept kissing back.

" Millie, please dont do this, you dont want to go out with that bafoone." i looked at who said it, we all did, the boy who said it, was not  Sodapop, or Steve, or even Darry, It was Dallas. Dallas winston.

Dallas, pov.

I just came into the curtis house, hopefully to find a beer and make up for some of the shit that i have done to half of this gang. I went in with some very high hopes. but when i saw everybody looking in a direction that was not the direction of the tv i knew something was amiss. 

two-bit and Millie were kissing. I got kinda jealous, i mean. wait what. no. i did not just say that. i hadn't heard the girl talk since ive been with the gang. i think thats crazy, a girl like her, ought to have a ton to say.

she looked at me, those eyes impaled my thoughts. she looked at me with, i dont even know, was it savage, fear, anger, i dont know, but it sent me crazy. two-bit lingered at her face for one moment, and then kissed her on the lips, steve shouted something. and then she kissed back. wow.

" Millie, please dont do this, you dont want to go out with that bafoone" I was shocked i said that, in front of the whole gang, but its true, i might have developed some feelings for her, ever since the first day i saw her. i thought she was beutiful. the whole gang looked at me.

" what, i'm pretty sure, you guys were all thinking it." i said, trying to cover up my story.

they did not look impressed. so i sat on the couch, and looked up at two-bit and millie. and smiled reclessely.

[jovialenfp]

a word/reflection: 2023/2024...so far

"If I told you right now that everything would be taken care of for you...that this would all be sorted out. That joy and peace and love would return to you. That the promise will prove itself true, seven-fold. If I told you that right now, how would you spend your present moment with me?" - God

I've thought about this question as it relates to 2023...a lot. Even in meeting Nick this year. All the worry in the world wouldn't have stopped me meeting Nick. And all the hope I had wouldn't have caused me to meet him any sooner. Thank God my emotions don't dictate what God has in store for me. But, oh, how much sweeter it is to put my trust in him, moment by moment. Taking the pain and the joy and the sorrow as it comes. All the while, holding his hand, knowing he's here. Knowing he's a good father. Had I known then what I know now...that it was even possible to meet a man like him (AND I WASN'T LOOKING!), I wouldn't have spent so much time fretting. I wouldn't have had so much doubt and deep despair. It still would've been hard. I still would have grieved. The pain of loss would still sting. But I wouldn't have drowned. I wouldv'e ridden the waves. Oh, I'd feel them for sure. But I wouldn't have choked on the seawater in my lungs. If I had only known... Meeting Nick was a sign of God's faithfulness to me. And even before I met Nick, God met ME. He strengthened and restored what had been broken by Bear. He gave me a new strength and a new hope that was leagues better than I could have imagined. I wonder what would happen if I could simply trust in HIS faithfulness. Because he always makes my path straight. And my deepest fears never dominate me. They never overtake my soul. Because I'm in God's hand...and they aren't that powerful. Even in my darkest moments, God had me. Even when I couldn't see my own hand in front of my face because of how dark it was, God knew. Thank God I wasn't in control then. Thank God I'm not in control now. It's such a freeing thing to know I'm not responsible for nearly the amount of weight I think I am. His yoke is easy, his yoke is light. My only responsibility as his child, is to be that, a child. Children are free. They're humble. They're malleable and flexible. They're pure. A childlike spirit with an elder wisdom.

you don't have enough control to derail God's plan for you, and the things he has in store.

you do, however, have the choice whether you spend the present moments in worry or anguish regarding how the future will play out, or thinking about how you messed up in the past.

it's interesting how once i get to the other side of the thing i'm worried about, it is always ok. it's always better than ok. and then i look back and realize all the time i wasted worrying that it wouldn't happen for me. worried that i was too far gone. worried that i would need to control everything and do everything and be perfect in order to get to the place God wanted me to be. When really, all along, he just wanted me to be present with him.

There will always be ups. There will always be downs. But the greater guarantee is this: there will always be his presence. Change is inevitable. But so is his presence. What better elixir to the burden of change, than the one who is sovereign over it?

[allthatglxtters]

"It was...odd for me. As I don't make my wings appear, they are a constant part of me that I hide. It was more like, I woke up one day and noticed I had wings for the first time. It was very strange. But yes, take your time with the flying, but after a lot of hard work you figured out flying very well." Rhys smiled faintly at the thought, knowing for certain that Nyx would adore getting to fly with his mother again.

He sighed, knowing this argument would get him nowhere until she did remember the events that unfolded. Rhys had no doubts that telling her flat out about her death and what had happened under the Mountain all at once wouldv'e been a mistake. And trying to give her memories from his own perspective felt...off in it's own way, so letting them return naturally just, made sense. "Oh, I can assure you Eris won't be repeating that incident again. He's trouble when he wants to be, but he's smart enough not to do anything possibly provoking."

Sighing, Rhysand shook his head. "Telling you how I'm feeling just...would end up putting pressure on you, or upseting you, and you don't need that on top of your own frustrations. I'm alright, really. I do worry about you because I want to, so you certainly aren't a burden."

At her next question he pauses just a moment, knowing he can't answer it and be fully honest, so he just didn't. "I know you would do it again. It's a part of who you are. But hopefully the future doesn't ever put you in another position like that again."

"It is one, and perhaps we may have this fake life to thank for that. It must be the same way for everyone else here that has remembered their real lives, right?" She questions with a small smirk beginning to appear on her lips. "Or were you somehow already fully aware that you could make wings appear and fly around in that life?" Feyre asks biting her lip to stop her giggles at the thought of his next words. "I can imagine, but sooner rather than later, I'll practice on that."

Putting a hand on her hip, she glares up at him for a minute. "Honestly? At this point, I might just as well hear the rest of the memories all at once because these bits and pieces of memories are frustrating without the whole picture. I know you are! We're all just tired." She puts a hand on her forehead and sighs. "Considering Eris has provided me with being a high lady and cursebreaker, I'm sure there'd be more he can tell me."

"It may not help me, but that doesn't mean that I don't care about how you would be feeling." Even with the mixture of emotions that she was feeling with him, there was still a strong part of her that felt genuine concern for him and how he was feeling. "I could say the same thing if the tables were turned, Rhysand. You don't actually have to worry about me if you don't want to, I won't be a burden to you."

Her expression softens as she watches him look at their son, unable to ignore how her heart jumps when he looks at Nyx with so much love. "If it did tie us together, then why would it still have us connected even now when it's been broken?" She asks before listening to his next words and pausing in her rocking Nyx to sleep. "You didn't just keep me safe, you gave me a reason to survive, I remember the music, and I remember you being the one who sent me it, I'm not sure if you had also sent me the visions of the Night Court." Her eyes blur with tears as she shakes her head. "I would do it again if I had to."

[astraskylark]

It's the most confusing, wonderful, and annoying feeling she has ever felt. And that is what meeting Weiss Schnee is like.

The first time Ruby sees her, she knows.

Her forehead is slick with sweat and the stickiness of salt scented winds from the sea, her white shirt stained with grease and one strap of her suspender hanging loosely off her shoulder. She curses herself for looking like the street rat she is today of all days, the day where the prettiest person she had ever and ever will see decided to step into the shipyard.

Ruby knows. That this person will haunt her thoughts for the rest of her life. That she’ll visit her in daydreams and nightmares, a wanting visitor distracting her-- blinding and binding her to crystal blue eyes that remind her of glacial ice, fractal remnants from books read long before, of places she has understood and felt but will never see.

And she hates it. Hates-- that this one second on a mundane Wednesday afternoon has dictated what her mind will think of every moment after. And she loves. Loves that her every thought she will have will be painted in blue and frost. She likens it to a feeling she had had reading a book years ago. A single sentence in a story that transforms every page after. That one moment of awakening where you feel the words latch on to your skin like an anchor. The words that ground you and take you to every place you will ever wish to see. Words that shackle you to freedom and let you fly while falling. And once those letters leave the page you will never see them again. They’ll follow you wherever you go though, quiet whispers in the day and loud as a foghorn in the night, like the voice at the back of your head except it’s in front you, beside you and everywhere you look. It’s suffocating but it’s also the gasp of air you breathe in after reaching the surface of the ocean after a swim, it’s like drowning but also the moment you gulp down cool water on a summer day, like jumping in a puddle of mud but also having it washed off—watching the dirt brown fall away from your skin like the waves receding into the ocean.

It's the most confusing, wonderful, and annoying feeling she has ever felt. And that is what meeting Weiss Schnee is like.

It wasn’t supposed to happen. Ruby’s a scrappy kid hanging around the shipyard trying to be bigger and better to anyone that says otherwise –-and Weiss is the daughter of Jacques Schnee. A man with more money than the hairs on her head, willing to sponsor the building of a fleet of carracks, enough to form a flotilla—for what or why no one knows. He pays everyone at the yard which includes her dad, uncle and hopefully one day-- her sister and her as well.

He’s a horrible person, an aura of pomp shimmering around him like hot air in a heat wave. Unpleasant would be one word for it, Uncle Qrow would have many more. But he pays them and Ruby has never had the misfortune of talking to him so she isn’t too bothered by him. Until today at least.

She’s seated on the tree trunk that’s going to be the mast, about thirty meters away from them but she can still see the way he stands in front of his daughter, interrupting her and silencing her—a permanent sneer always directed towards her. She can see the arrogance in his eyes and harshness of his words and Ruby wants nothing more than to walk up to him and give him a piece of her mind. But Weiss is there, facing her father and his rebukes head on, a verbal battle of sorts where Weiss seems to winning—if the silent smirks and muffled laughs her father and Oz are trying to hide from Mr Schnee are any indication, so she watches her.

They’re oceans apart, like the difference between the blues of the waves and the blues of the deep sea. So why she finds herself staring at her from across the floor without shying away as she would have usually done is lost on her. Well no, she thinks Weiss is the prettiest and the most interesting person to ever walk the floors of the Beacon (old man Oz had a funny sense with naming the shipyard) so naturally she’s looking at her. Naturally.

But why oh why was Weiss Schnee looking at her as well? For a split second their eyes meet and Ruby can feel every nerve in her body malfunction.

The sun is high and the air humid—the sound of metal-on-metal rings through the hollow space where Oz is speaking to Mr. Schnee, the distant screech of the birds and the crashing of waves would usually make it unbearably noisy but Ruby can’t hear a thing. She wonders if this what they call a vacuum. She had read about it in a book that was too big for her to understand and a bit too high on the shelf for her to reach.

She wonders if people were supposed to be able to breath after having all the air around them sucked away because she hasn’t passed out yet and she is for sure not breathing so maybe she’s just really special or really stupid. She’s been called both before. Ruby wants to look away—act like their eyes accidently met and avert them and never look at her again. But she can’t and she thinks this is what a compass needle feels like, always facing looking toward the poles, unable to turn away.

Weiss looks away and the moment ends but Ruby still can’t breathe yet she feels so alive because when Weiss had looked at her, she had smiled. Well maybe not smiled but it was different from the scowl she had been wearing a second before and it wasn’t a frown so that counted for something and Weiss is looking at her again now and she is smiling and Ruby feels like someone’s punched her and she’s pretty sure her face is on fire and she’s sitting on wood so now she’s a fire hazard and she needs to get up and do something before everything burns but she’s stuck and she can feel her breton hat slipping off her head and she needs to run now or she’s sure she’ll do something stupid and now Weiss is excusing herself so she must be leaving but no-- she’s walking towards her??

Ruby isn’t sure what exactly transpired in the last thirty seconds but Weiss is standing in front her now and she’s saying something but she cannot for the life of her hear it because her brain is fried. And Weiss is handing something over to her and Ruby can feel a folded piece of paper in her hand and the sensation of folded parchment helps temporarily ground her just a little bit. Enough for her to move her head and look.

It's a crude charcoal drawn doodle of a ship that she recognizes as her own. She remembers sketching it out in the early hours of the day and shoving it in her pocket, the charcoal stencil staining her fingertips. Ruby stares at it, wondering how it managed to escape her pocket and she must have been staring for too long because she hears Weiss clear her throat.

“It’s a good design” she says looking at the piece of paper and then at Ruby herself.  And Ruby has so many questions. The first one being what? The second one being WHAT??

So naturally Ruby just stares at Weiss because she’s sure if she blinks Weiss will disappear and she’ll find herself back in the tiny room Yang and her shared on the modified crow’s nest of the grounded sail boat her family lived in.

Weiss tilts her head questioningly and the action is so adorable Ruby finds herself with the urge to sketch it. “This fell from your pocket. Is it not yours?”. She’s bemused and a little confused and Ruby wants nothing more than to see her smile again and that’s completely normal right? To want a person you just met to be the happiest they can be? She’ll have to ask Yang about that later.

“Oh no it’s fine” she replies a little too loudly, pushing the paper back into Weiss’s hands and Ruby mentally pats herself on the back because she just replied to a question which means that she has successfully conversed and that’s one social point for Ruby. Until she notices the confusion on Weiss’s face. Her mind backtracks and she’s making no sense and really wants to but Weiss is making it so hard for her to think.

“So it is yours” Weiss says and it feels like a question but she says it like a fact and Ruby feels like an idiot but what else is new.

“This is impressive” she continues and Ruby has the urge to tell her that no—it was not impressive and that Weiss is probably too Weiss to be seen talking to her and she needs to stop but it would be rude to interrupt and she’s never met a person outside her family that’s actually understood her designs and the fact Weiss tells her its good and the fact that she isn’t being yelled at for wasting her time and the fact the sky is blue, the air is salty and she’s alive overwhelm her just a little bit.

“My name is Weiss” she says extending her hand towards her and Ruby knows her name, heck everyone in yard knew it but hearing it from Weiss herself makes it much more tangible. Much more real. Like a present given to her on a birthday. Weiss is a person. Ruby is also a person and she thinks about all the moments that have transpired for this to happen and she knows she’s overthinking it but it feels like fate, it feels like it’s the start of something exciting—the feeling she gets when she starts a new book, ready to meet new characters and places and go on journeys with them but no, the voice in the back of her head is whispering, chiding her for naivety, that this is a random coincidence and nothing more—a universal misstep and she’ll probably never see Weiss again.

The thought sobers her up.

“My name is Ruby Rose” she manages to say, wiping her hands on her pant leg before reaching out to shake Weiss’s other non-paper holding hand and if there are any charcoal stains remaining Weiss does a remarkable job of schooling her face to reveal nothing.

Weiss firmly shakes her hand before letting go and Ruby can see a smidge of black at the edges of her palms and she wants to scream into a pillow and never show her face in public again.

“Well it was a pleasure to meet you Miss Rose.” And she says it with sincerity but Ruby can’t tell which part of this entire debacle gave any semblance of positivity so she just nods and hopes a giant sea-gull will swoop down and whisk her away. And now Weiss is taking a step back and Ruby can feel a giant clock ticking all around her and she knows once the invisible gong rings she’ll have missed her chance at something—she doesn’t even know what that something is but she can feel it’s very important and for once she’d like be on time.

“Which part did you think was good” she shouts breathless and nervous and scared and surprised.

She wonders if time has stopped because everything freezes but Weiss is smiling again and nothing can freeze in the presence of something that warm. It’s different this time. It’s a look Ruby has seen in the eyes of different people for different reasons. Her sister’s when she talks about the places she’s going to visit on a ship of her own one day, her uncle’s when he talks about all his past adventures and mishaps (though his usually carry a weight that Ruby hasn’t had the courage to ask about) and she thinks this might be the look Yang says she gets sometimes, when she sketches a design that feels just right or when she feels the wind blow past the sails and drag her further and further away from the shore.

It’s pure excitement and joy. The spark in Weiss’s blue eyes is almost childlike, a look she’s seen on kids outside the dockyard staring at the tiny wooden carvings that move, or at the festival where the town gathers for the firework display. Ruby has so much to say and is simultaneously speechless so she’s glad when Weiss speaks.

“I’ve actually—” she starts but is interrupted by a voice calling her name. Weiss stiffens and the light is gone and Ruby wants nothing more than to kick whoever it is.

It’s Mr. Schnee. He’s standing at the same place as before, his posture radiating displeasure and irritation and Weiss seems to notice it as well.

“It’s time to go Weiss, enough dilly dallying” he harrumphs adjusting the cuffs to his expensive white tailored suit that looks so out of place from their surroundings Ruby has to squint to make sure she doesn't get a headache. Weiss takes a deep breath and nods and takes a step towards him before pausing--quickly turning around.

“We’ll talk again soon” she says and Ruby can tell that Weiss wants her words to be true as much as she does. She’s still looking at her—expression questioning and apprehensive and maybe a little hopeful and Ruby belatedly realizes that she’s looking for some reassurance from her side as well so she nods back and holds her pinky out for good measure.

“I pinky swear” she says with as much conviction one would have while making a blood oath of some sort. Pinky swears were important to her and Yang had told her to only use them under life changing circumstances and what was more life changing than making a maybe friend? Weiss is startled, looking at Ruby and her pinky before rolling her eyes, her lips twitching upwards ever so slightly.

“It’s promise”. And she says it so silently Ruby wonders if she actually meant to say it but the wind carries her voice and she hears it and their charcoal smudged pinkies lock and she shakes it up and down for good measure. She takes the piece of paper that once meant nothing but now means much more and shoves into her pocket completely forgetting about the hole it fell though in the first place.

Weiss walks away, a skip to her step. And suddenly the air isn’t salty and the sky isn’t grey and she doesn’t feel out of breath chasing the world anymore. Ruby doesn’t know it yet but according to Yang she stood there for thirty minutes after with a grin so bright, nobody had the heart to call out to her.

[avidroyalfan]

kateandmeg replied to your post “Isn’t it a bit far saying Meghan looks cheap in her outfit? I know you...”

It would be swell if the anons would actually *read* the constructive criticism the queens of this fandom give!

What, you mean like... actually READING????? THE WORDS?????? THAT ARE WRITTEN?????????????

[lorelaigilmo]

✦⭒ maayan’s 1.5k celebration ⭒✦ ↳ HALSEY + NORDIC LIGHTS for @julmolina

[berryfait]

🌸 Me??? Drawing Crepe?? Again?? Who wouldv'e thought???

[swniii]

It's been so long

ONESHOT

Pair: Rindou Haitani x reader

Summary: Meeting after not seeing each other in a very long time

Word count: 992 words and 5,228 characters

tw: bad words, alcohol

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You weren't really supposed to be here since you hate loud place, especially the club, but your bestfriend had forced you to go saying that she has to go see her online boyfriend, dragging you with her without letting you have your say

And this is the exact reason why you don't like going at the clubs, because you know that HE will be here, and it will make everything awkward, Haitani Rindou, the name that got imprinted into your mind over the years that you had both spent time with each other, the memories of the time that you cherished so much without anyone knowing, even him, and would love to go through again

Everything would have been okay if you were strong enough to protect yourself, he wouldn't have to leave you if you were not in danger, you both love each other very much and you both know that, but the thought of you dying still gives him nightmares, he wouldv'e rather love you from afar than see you die in his arms

a guy had just flirted with you a while ago, a drunk one but you pushed him away not wanting to do anything with him

And so that's what got you here, sitting where its not loud that much, a glass of alcohol in hands

Then suddenly someone sit beside you, and you look at the person only for both of your eyes to widen themselves, the immediately looking away, sweat now rolling down your skin, drinking a sip

"Oh, um, How are you?" you ask him with courage finally flowing through your veins, you wouldn't lie, you missed him so much and you know he does too

"I'm okay, you?" He seems kinda happy at the fact that you still talked to him despite him broking your heart, and he is because after 10 long year, he is now talking to you once again just like back then

You may not know but even after you two had broken up, he still looks after you from afar keeping you safe

"I'm fine actually, every things fine since my friends are always with me"

"I'm glad that you're not sad then" there it had gotten quiet again, however the awkwardness in the air has now left and has been replaced by a comfortable feeling

"....rry" Rindou said but you didn't get what he said

"Huh?" you asked looking at him who is looking down

"I'm sorry, for back then" he had finally completed

"Its fine, plus you did it for my sake anyway" you giggle smiling at him, glad that even him still remembers everything, that he didn't actually forgot everything about you, while he just stare at yours smile

'Beautiful, as always'

He coughs straightening his sitting position while you were just confused why he did so

"Anyway, who was that guy you were with?" he had finally freed his question, it has been bugging him when he saw you with another guy, as selfish as may seem, he doesn't want you to be together and love someone else that's not him

"Him? Oh he was just a random drunk guy, he's not really my type" you say shrugging at the thought of that random guy who's breath is like a durian's

"Then who's your type?"

"You"

Both your eyes widen at this, it was a slip of the tongue, you were so sleepy now so you don't really think of what you say

"Huh?" he's now looking at you straight in the eyes, blushing so hard, there it goes again, after so many years he had again felt that butterflies whenever your near and worsens when you compliment him

"I-I mean you, I-Im asking you what's your type!!"your so embarrassed right know, you got used flirting with him that it literally came from nowhere

'damn this alcohol'

"OH" both of you are quiet now

The alcohol that you had drink a while ago is now taking its effect

He was just taking in the comfortable moment of you that he may not experience again, then suddenly he had felt a something on his shoulder, looking to the right, there he saw your head leaning on his shoulder, eyes droopy

"You know, I have always forgiven you, I love you you know"

His eyes widen, the suddenly smiling, he had decided, he wouldn't coward up anymore, he wants to be with you and nothing can stop him, since he now has the strength to protect her unlike back then, where he still that weak guy who knows nothing but fighting, he is now one of the executives of the strongest organization in Japan, he can protect you and will give you everything that will make you happy

"Goodnight, love"

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You were just peacefully sleeping on your bed then a loud ring woke you up

"Ughh, my head hurts as fuck"

You groan as your head throbbed from pain of last alcohol

You get your phone that is miraculously at the bedside table

You just tap the green button without looking at the name caller, and it turns to be your friend worrying about you

'Where were you?!I was looking for you the whole night but you're gone!'

"Huh?"

'Don't 'huh' me! Don't you know how worried i was?!Things could've happened to you!'

Your friend continues to ramble but you were stuck thinking of who you were with last night, then it had finally click

"Oh men"

'Are you sure your okay?'

"Yes, yes i am"

and with that your conversation ends

You woke up planning to go to the bathroom when you saw something at the table, a note with medicine beside it, and upon reading it a wide smile was drawn on your face

'Good morning love, Here's the medicine, there's also soup at the kitchen, and when your heads not aching anymore, feel free to contact me:)

+8900 000 000'

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[goldenmorningglory]

have my tiny fic about royalty (?) au patpran where pran is the scion of the best spy family of the kingdom and pat is the rising star of the knights esp in code. their families have known each other for long and have never gotten along (understatement) outside of security work.

They're in the woods, silently competing to see who gets the most number of herbs for the court physician. Or so they tell in loud, brash voices that resound the high ceilings of the palace corridors. But in reality, theyre working together, covering ground faster and greater than any could think, a seamless coordination that would put well trained armies to shame.

It's a dangerous game, Pran thinks. They're meant to hate each other, detest the fact that the other exists in their sphere. But how is he meant to hate that summery smile or that countanence that puts the flightiest babe at ease? He can't, so he secretly refuses to.

Pat is focussed, eyes a shine of something hot and precious that reminds Pran of the forge to smelt gold. He then realises that he can see Pat's eyes now because Pat is no longer bent over the forest floor collecting herbs, but has raised to his feet and his head is cocked to the side, eyebrow raised in query.

"It's nothing," Pran says evenly. His family is one raised for stealth, lies are his siblings. "I spotted some better ones that way." He makes to move past Pat, when Pat suddenly clutches his arm and drags him into a thicket of flowering bushes on the side of the barely visible path.

"What?" Pran refuses to have his voice shaken by the proximity. Pat shushes him and with good reason, for wandering close is the fattest boar he's seen in a while. Pat's eyes are on him, sparkling in the setting sunlight that filters through the green canopy above. His lips are curved up in a challenging smirk and he leans in close, musk and morning dew filles Pran's senses that are already under seige.

"We should get that one don't you think? You have any weapons on you?"

The eyes are playful but he tone is welcoming, like they're playing a game by mutual consensus, one that Pat seems so sure wouldn't end in bad blood. Pran has a single thought in him, as he looks at his proclaimed enemy, the person he loves in tenuous silence.

A weapon?

I have a longing that's killing me.

But words left unspoken have made up palaces at the back of Pran's throat so he smiles back, half mocking half heart baringly genuine.

"Why you always ask stupid questions, I'll never know."

He whispers, hot and low and before Pat can even see it, Pran is twisting, silent and deadly, flash of silver the only warning before the dagger plants itself in the eye of the boar. It goes down and Pran stands, satisfied smile on his face. Had he turned a second before he did, he wouldv'e seen the way Pat's eyes went molten, the way he looked awed as if he saw a much elusive unicorn. When Pran does turn and holds out his hand, the look is gone, replaced by the almost fond smile and headshake as Pat accepts the hand and rises to his feet.

"Half and half?" Pran says. Pat looks at him surprise on his face. "Well you did spot it. Of course, I did most of the work so I guess half is too genorous..." He turns to see Pat looking at him like he sometimes did, as if Pran was one of the keys to a cypher Pat was tasked with decoding. Pran doesn't let the thought linger.

"I'll skin it. Should be worth more than half but I definitely am that generous."

And then they're pushing and shoving and cursing each other all the way to the boar, through cleaning it up and splitting up the days collection. Another day goes by keeping his life the same as it always had been and Pran knows that whatever knife twists in his chest, may it's name be longing or love of yearning, the slow bleed to death is worth the knowledge that Pat stays in his eye sight.

Pran is raised for stealth. The first thing they learn is to hide pain after all.

[toriliashine]

I like to think Pepa was who made the hurricane on her wedding day

Look she was stressed, that marriage stress coupled with her skeptism toward bruno's visions wouldv'e made her cause all that on her own. What if she was still in semi control of her clouds even after she pushed them a distance away? She could make a wind, snow or hurricane without noticing if she was too distracted by other things.

Like to think her sweating on her wedding day -> Bruno: haha, ur so stressed , ur sweat near looks like rain -> Pepa : rAIN??????? rain will lead to a thunder and thunder will lead to dangerous winds and winds will lead to a hURRIC-

That coupled with her saying 'you should be thankful it's not a hurricane' when she was stressing on the stairs also helped that thought.

[amywilliamsaccmp]

#Newtinaweek2021 #fbfanevents

Day 3: For where Treasure is, your heart will be there as well.

4 months. That's how long they have been together. 4 months since either of them have confessed their feelings for one another. Ever since their second battle against Grindelwald (that happened in Paris), things have been different between them. From first look to first kiss, things spiralled between them, all feelings are out there for the world to know and neither of them cared who did. That was until....

"Newt?"

Newt looked up at Tina, sitting next to him at the breakfast table, looking at him with a look of concern, idly munching on her toast.

"Yes, dear?" he asked. They only just begun the pet names.

"Is everything alright?" she gestures to the letter in his hands.

"Erm....yes" he says, although not convincingly.

"Newt..." Tina's look now changes to one she uses with interrogation, Newt recognises this after a few....disagreements.

"I really can't say"

"Why not?"

"Because it will upset you"

Tina puts down her half eaten slice of toast on a plate and folds her arms on the table.

"Try me" she says, trying to be brave. With Tina, when it comes to emotions, she's usually good at keeping them at bay. Although, when it comes to Newt, it's been proven difficult.

Newt takes a deep breath, puts down his letter and takes both of her hands in his.

"I have to go" he puts it, simply.

Tina looks confused. "Go? Go where?"

Newt looks into her eyes. Luckily no visible tears, yet, but he does not like the look on her face, full of mild concern.

"I have to go to Egpyt"

"Egypt?" she questions.

"Yes. There's been a sighting of another Thunderbird being trafficked. I need to go over there and save them" Newt has a pleading look in his eyes, tears beginning to form.

Tina smiles and squeezes his hands. "I know you do. You care so much for them. It's one of the reasons I love you" she then gasps after realising what she just told him.

Newt looks equally as shocked as her. Then he smiles a little.

"You do?" he asks.

Tina nods, her smile radiating. Newt smiles widely back. He tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, as he did last year, leans in and kisses her. They pull apart a few minutes later. Their eyes sparkling with happiness.

"I love you too, Tina"

She kisses him, lasting slightly longer than their previous kiss.

It's the night before Newt leaves to go Egypt for three weeks. Tina at first, finds it difficult to sleep, but after convincing Newt to share her bed with her only to sleep in for the night, she drifts off to a comforting slumber. Newt, on the other hand, stays awake. His arms around a sleeping Tina and his ears hearing her deep breaths is calming, but there is still something nagging at him from the back of his mind.

We love each other. We love each other. But then....what does that mean for us now? Where do we go from here? What do I do now? It's too early for us to even think about marriage, right? But, we love each other so that must mean something significant must be done, right? We can't think about marriage yet, I mean we don't live together exactly. We haven't even talked about where we would live if we did. England or America? I have a feeling that talk will be coming soon. What could I do for the woman I love when I leave?

Newt's thought swims around many ideas for what to do for Tina. Then it hits him. Like a young Graphorn playing with their sibling, the idea hits him. He remembers back at Hogwarts an old tradition of last year students handing their beloved their house ring. It was supposed to represent the fact that even though they were going their seperate ways, they will be able to be with each other again. If he was never expelled, he wouldv'e reckoned back then that he might of given his hufflepuff ring to Leta. But Tina is his beloved. Leta's married to his brother now, she has a real gold band on her finger, not some silly promise ring. But for Tina, it will be perfect. A promise ring. Another promise made since the one he made to her about his book. He kept that one and he will keep this one too. A promise that no matter what they will find each other again and be with each other, the one they love.

Newt drifts off soon after.

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Newt gets up early, does his morning feeding rounds, gets dressed and prepares breakfast for two. He climbs into his case and looks through all his drawers until he finnaly finds it. In a little back box, sits his house ring; a simple gold ring with a big black jewel and two smaller yellow jewels either side of it. It looks simple, yet the gesture of it is much more significant. He puts it into his suit jacketpocket and climbs up, just before Tina wakes up.

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Tina blinks rapidly to adjust her eyes to the morning sunlight and gets up, walking into the living room and sees the spread on the dining table. She watches as Newt flows around the dining table, placing down two cups. Newt looks up and smiles when he sees her. She smiles too and goes to sit at the table, helping herself to a cup of coffee, which Newt just made, and a plate of toast, eggs and sausages. Newt leans in to kiss her cheek; "morning, dear. How is it you look so beautiful in the morning?"

Tina blushes. "Oh, Newt, you flatter me"

Newt sits down next to her at the table, cup of tea in hand and a plate of toast in front of him.

"You're not having anything more than that?" Tina asks him, gesturing to his plate.

"No, I will bee travelling by portkey to get to Egypt, and it can cause me to feel nauseous"

"I understand. I once travelled by portkey for work"

Newt puts down his cup. "Tina, I need to talk to you"

Tina nods and puts down her cutlery. Newt then takes both her hands in his.

"Ever since we said 'I love you', I've been thinking. Our relationship has moved forward, but not yet ready for anything big like living together or marriage, am I right in thinking this?"

Tina nods.

"Well, that's why I thought of a way to still be together, even when we are apart"

"Newt, what are you-" Tina stops when she sees Newt take something out of his pocket. He places a little black box in front of her. Tina just stares at it, not moving or even blinking. Her heartbeat suddenly increases.

"It's not what you think, Tina" Newt says as he opens the box and presents her the ring.

"Newt, that's a ring"

"I know, but it's not what you think. Let me explain; back at Hogwarts, there was this tradition that students in their last year were given their house ring. Mine's hufflepuff, which explains the colours"

"Just like yur scarf"

"Yes, exactly. Anyway, students usually gave their beloved ther house ring as a promise to say that no matter what direction they will go in life, even if it keeps them miles away from each other, they will always find each other in the end. It's a promise to stay together, no matter what happens. Thanks to dumbedore, i was bale to keep my wand and take my exams earlier than the other students. I got given this ring just before I had to leave due to my expulsion. I never got the chance to give this to my beloved. But now, your the woman I love and I want to give this to you so that whenever you see it or are wearing it, you know I will come back to you and will carry on loving each other as if there was never any distance between us."

Tina has tears in her eyes when he's finished. She squeezes one of his hands. Newt then uses his hands to take the ring out of it's box and holds it out to Tina.

"So, Porpentina Goldstein, will you accept this ring and promise me to never let distance seperate us or break our love?"

Tina looks into his eyes and smiles wider, tears now streaming down her cheeks. She nods.

"Yes Newt. I will accept your ring and I promise"

Newt's smile widens and he places the ring on her ring finger of her left hand. He strokes her finger with his thumb, both of them now looking down at the ring.

"Someday, there could be an engagement ring on this finger. Would you agree?"

"Yes, someday" she replies.

They kiss, then turns more passionately, until the clock chimes and makes them both break the kiss and look up at the time. It says 7'o clock. Newt has to go to MACUSA for the portkey soon. They eat breakfast in quiet happiness. Tina gets up to get dressed and then they walk together to MACUSA and stop at the department of international travel, where Tina finds herself once again saying goodbye to the British wizard.

"Goodbye, Newt. I'm gonna miss you"

"I'll miss you too. Goodbye, Tina. I love you"

"I love you too"

He kisses her chastely on the lips and strokes the ring on her finger. He then turns and grabs onto an old, beaten kettle and disappears with it in a swirl. Tina walks to the auror department all the while stroking the ring on her finger and smiling.

The end.

The middle ring is the one in this story. Hope you like it for newtina week.

[lucidskittler]

butter, red, prism, lilac, daydream

HELLO, MY VERY 1ST ANON!!! I HOPE YOU LIKE LIKE THIS.

When he first joined the corps, all Levi had in his life and in his heart was darkness accompanied by a vision of RED; he was only fueled with anger and was driven by bloodlust, making him the perfect weapon of humanity, or so he thought. That was practically it, those were the only colors he knew of, until he met Hange, the epitome of all that is good and wonderful in the world.

She made him experience life and bestowed him with emotions and feelings so foreign, but she did it so as to make everything fall into him slowly giving him time to process and realize things at his own pace. She brought out in him more of the humanity inside his being that he pushed down and what he initially treated a weakness, she helped him consider as strength, that it was bond and love that made people strong. She reminded him everyday that he was no weapon, but was humanity himself, embodying everything that it meant to be human which was to feel. She broadened his mind to not only think of pain as something to inflict towards others but that it was also something to indulge in, that pain was the price when love and bond is broken and that it should first be accepted before it could be let go of, to truly set oneself free and keep fighting on.

If you think about it, it would've been all too much for a person to understand, the magnitude of how the complexity of emotions run the world, but hange had showered upon him these lessons gradually as to not overwhelm him, then all at once. And in that same way was how he fell in love with her. Slowly and suddenly, like when puzzle pieces are roughly placed above where they belong, lightly looming above and against each other waiting for when that one final piece arrives to snap them all into place. That was what she was like to him, the final piece making him complete. She was life's PRISM. Going through life with her made his vision and his world all the more colorful and his life all the more meaningful. His dark red purpose was forever tainted with a vibrance that saved him.

He would never tell her this, of course, even if he wanted to, he couldn't, but he tried to show her as much as the small actions could take him. It was impossible, he knew, for her to grasp everything he meant with his rough words and the smallest acts of kindness he could muster, but somehow he found that she understood every little detail and emotion he ever wanted to convey. And that's just how you know that there was no one else in the world more perfect than her for Levi.

He never wouldv'e thought that he would ever be capable of being as soft as how his heart was today. Him picking LILACs to make a bouquet or to make her a flower crown out of them to give to her. Its her favorite flowers after all. Who would have thought he could ever live in this kind of life, a life of peace. It was like a DAYDREAM. And life with her was only that, a daydream.

Her heart and dedication was what truly made humanity the strongest and he will always be proud of her for that. You see, no matter how little the love he's able to muster, most of it will forever be for her. There can never be anyone else. And he couldn't wait to melt like BUTTER in her warm embrace. He couldn't wait to be in her arms and feel her love again, he thinks to himself as he lay down the flowers on the unmarked grave.

[danganronpalimits]

chapter2/part 4|you can’t spell “die” without “i”

once everyone had gotten into their proper postions,and after Rokikuma made some random speech,the class trial began

"so,Kaede,"asks Byakuya,turning over to his left,being that his and Kaede's own posts were next to each other "you and the others said to have found some bloody hand markings on the wall?"

"yeah!what i thought was that they were smeared on by the culprit...just for fun-" "um...it was actually Gundham and I who thought of that,thanks!"grumbles Kazuichi,as Gundham nodded in agreement

"oh,right!sorry about that,you two!"

"also,if you look at Mondo's clothing,"starts Celestia"you could clearly see the fact that the culprit had *fun* when it came to murdering him,so that backs up the case"

"maybe it was like the other day with the party!whoever turned up for lunch is in the clear!"says Asahina

"and if thats the case...then me,Peko,Kaito,Kazuichi,Gundham,Kokichi,Peko,Sakura and Hina should all be in the clear!"says Kaede,retriving a nod from most of the students

"just because some of us didn't turn up for lunch doesn't mean we killed him!that's just stupid!!"yells Hiyoko from between Kazuichi and Gundham

"i'm hardly one to talk,being that i didn't turn up for lunch myself but...i believe that's about it"says Byakuya,causing Hiyoko to pout a little

"and what about those two saws?"asks Tenko"where did they come from?"

"Hina had said something about them coming from another supply closet,similar to the one Akane was murdered in,remember?"asks Peko

"oh right!i'm sorry!!"

Kokichi took this as his chance to speak up,placing his hands behind his head "so,with the head,how did they manage to tie it up like that?"

"beats me!but..."Kaito trails off,before speaking up once again"...wouldn't the culprit be covered in blood by all that killing?"

the room fell silent,as no one had thought of that as what had happened 

"m-maybe they took their clothes off?i-i mean...under their jacket or whatever could be all the blood stains?"stammers Kazuichi,looking uncomfortable 

"that does seem to the most rash descion ,yes"Gundham replies,agreeing with Kazuichi's thoughts

"but that could still be anyone!!think about it!!"yells Kaito from his post

Kaede went into thought.obviously,the killer had to be whoever wasn't in the library...and whoever didn't show up for lunch.but,the killer could always be...

"how did you discover Mondo's body,Hiyoko?"

"h-huh?!how else would i,dumbass?!i walked past the room and saw his body!!"shouts Hiyoko,causing the two boys on each side to flinch at this

"that just doesn't sound right to me...and by the way your acting-"

"I'M NOT HIS KILLER!!ANYONE COULDV'E WALKED PAST AND SAW MONDO DEAD!!YOUR ALL JUST STUPID!!STUPID,STUPID,STUPID!!"yells Hiyoko,slamming her hands on her post

"h-hey,Hiyoko!!c-calm down...!!"says Kazuichi next to her,looking nervous

"shut it,Pink Brains!!who knows if even YOU aren't the culprit,huh?!"

"Kazuichi was with me and the others in the library!he couldn't possibly be that fiends murderer!!"Gundham exclaims,glaring at Hiyoko beside him

"or it could be that creep over there!!going on about how he was your 'friend' or whatever could've been a big,fat,lie,right?!"

"that's quite rude,Hiyoko..."mutters Korekiyo

"*ahem*Kaede wasn't finished earlier..."

"yes,thank you,Sakura...before i was cut off,"sighs Kaede"your behavior is suspicious ,Hiyoko.you've been annoyed at us the entire time,and your sweating like crazy!so that means-"

"sh-shut up!!i didn't kill him!!where's your proof,huh-?!"

"i have plenty of proof!and this is what i know!!"Kaede took a deep breath,before explaining

"the murder wouldv'e happened after the issue in the library,and possibly during lunch,even.our culprit must've known that Mondo was distracted by how angry he was at Kazuichi,which might've lead to them checking up on them.whatever they did,it lead them to the nursing room

"luckly,the culprit had planned out how the murder was going to take place early,so all they had to do was get Mondo into the room.we still don't know as to WHY they killed him,but we'll get there.whilest in there,the culprit had locked the door shut,so no one would walk by and see what was going on.they then took their outer clothes off,leaving on their underclothes on.they would explain as too why their main clothes aren't stained in blood

"something or rather must've happened,because i believe soon after that,the culprit grabbed the two saws,and it all began.judging from all the cuts,Mondo had tried to fight back,but it wasn't successful .our culprit could've just decapatated him to end it quickly,but they didn't.they dragged it on,to the point where all his intestines were sticking out of his stomach.but,they might've finished all this by beheading him afterwards

"the culprit grabbed some rope,and began to tie Mondo's head to the ceiling.blood was dripping everywhere,not only on the floor but on the culprit themselves.but they didn't stop there.that's what lead to them to smear the hand marks all over the walls for fun,just like Kazuichi and Gundham had said.they must've knew someone could walk in though,so they stopped and cleaned themselves up,before putting their clothes back on and left the room.

"the culprit had us fooled for the first half,thinking they'd just unknowingly come across his corspe...but they were wrong!!without a doubt,our killed has to be Hiyoko Saionji,the Ultimate Traditional Dancer!!”