#but home wouldn't fix it and this town won't let go of my neck and i'm so alone

[peonyleaf]

i feel so lonely and sad all the time how are these the best years of my life why do i have so much to do why won’t anyone tell me i’m doing well

#lett speaks #i'm so tired i wanna go home so bad #but home wouldn't fix it and this town won't let go of my neck and i'm so alone #so alone

[clareguilty]

Possessive!Ghost x Reader | Knife Scars

I just love the idea of this man giving you a scar and then being obsessed with it. But here have some yandere!Ghost who has abandonment issues after one too many betrayals

Rating: Mature | Dubious - possibly non - consent, Knife threats, No explicit smut Word Count: 1400

It was stupid of you to think he wouldn't notice.

Wouldn't notice you slipping off your cot, picking up your boots, sneaking past everyone else fast asleep. Slipping out the back window because the door latch was too loud.

Gaz was on watch, but he was looking for people coming from the outside, not one of his own trying to leave the safety of the base.

You tugged your boots on the second you were outside, wincing at the crunch of gravel beneath the soles as you crept through the dark.

Just when you thought you were in the clear, a knife embedded itself in the wooden crate just inches from your head. 

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

Ghost.

You turned, hands raised. His mask reflected the little moonlight that broke through the clouds, and you would have been absolutely terrified if you hadn't fought beside this man for years.

He had a pistol trained right between your eyes.

"Don't you fucking sleep?" you asked.

"Don't fucking play with me," he growled. "What the fuck are you doing?"

You sighed, sagging slightly as the exhaustion that had been weighing on you for days seemed to grow even heavier.

"I'm leaving, Ghost. I'm hiking to the nearest town, and then I'm going to disappear." You had already figured out how far, which direction. Once you made it into the town you could get new clothes and transportation to a larger city where it would be easier to get lost in the crowd.

"You think I'm going to believe that? After everything that just happened with Graves? How do I know you're not off to sell us out?" He was pissed. It made sense. You were the most recent in a long line of betrayals.

"I wouldn't do that. I can't believe you think I would do that." You swayed on your feet from fatigue. You hadn't slept in days trying to plan your way out. "I'm tired, Simon. Don't you see that this shit with Graves is the reason I want out? I don't want to be hunted anymore."

"You don't mean that," he said. "You can't leave us." He sounded hurt. You had never heard his voice shake before.

"I'm going. Shoot me or whatever. I don't care." You turned away from him. Before you could even take a step he had caught up to you, arm around your throat as he growled in your ear.

"You're not going anywhere." You heard him rip the knife from the wood, and then the blade was pressed to your throat. "I won't let you."

You didn't have the energy to fight him. Not after everything that had happened. He threw you against the nearest wall, cheek pressed against the corrugated metal as he pinned you in place.

"Never thought you would turn your back on us like this," he growled. "Another fucking traitor."

"I'm not working for Shepard," you hissed. "Why don't you believe me?"

He was quiet for a long moment, holding you still because he knew you would disappear if he gave you the chance. It almost felt like an embrace.

"You really want to leave?" he asked quietly.

"Yes." You squeezed your eyes shut and sighed. "No." A wave of anger rushed over you, and you thrashed in his hold. All that managed to get you was a thin cut on your neck where the knife still rested. “I don’t know. I’m just tired of everyone turning against us! I don’t want to lose you.”

“How will leaving fix any of that?” He didn’t sound as angry anymore, but you could still hear the hurt in his voice.

“It won’t fix it. I just want to fuck something up on my own terms for once,” you spat. You knew it was stupid. You knew you would get three days out and then turn around and come crawling home to them.

“You’re a goddamn idiot,” Ghost chuckled. He crowded you closer against the wall, settling his full weight on you. “You still wanna leave?” he asked, and the knife pressed a little closer to your skin.

“I don’t know how this is any incentive for me to stay,” you bit back.

“It’s not incentive,” he murmured. “It’s an order.”

-

You stayed. For him. And Soap and Gaz and Price and Roach. What else could you do? Ghost never ratted on you for trying to leave, and you gave some bullshit lie for the cut on your neck from his knife. The only thing that changed was Ghost always put his bunk right next to yours -- between you and any exit.

And things went to hell. Of course they did. You couldn’t trust the Americans, or the Russians, or anyone for that matter. And you fought your way through every fucking mess you were dropped into.

You didn’t know who sent the missiles. Only that you were six stories up on the roof of a parking complex when the entire city block went up in smoke and ash. When you finally realized you hadn’t been crushed in the rubble -- but your gun and radio were good as gone -- you climbed up to the surface and tried to make your way out of the smoke before you suffocated.

There wasn’t a single building left standing for half a mile in every direction.

You had nothing but your sidearm as you clawed your way to habitable civilization and no way of contacting the rest of the team. There was a rendezvous point about a dozen kilometers out, and you knew you had to make it there somehow.

It took hours to hike there, and you felt like a goddamn idiot trying to ask the locals for directions in the chaos after the missile strike, but they were kind enough to get you on the right path.

You were in the middle of fucking nowhere, but you could see the rusted and overgrown abandoned crane yard in the distance. All you had to do was get there and pray that someone else had survived.

And then someone tackled you from behind.

You landed an elbow to their jaw before you recognized Ghost pinning you to the dirt road. The hit didn’t even phase him. He ripped at your collar until your neck was exposed, finger tracing along the scar he had left weeks and weeks ago.

“You came back.” He was breathing hard behind the mask.

“You’re fucking crazy,” you spat. His hand was still on your neck, and you couldn’t move with him fucking sitting on top of you.

He ignored you, gloved hands grabbing your jaw and forcing you to meet his eyes. He tilted your head this way and that until he was satisfied you weren’t concussed. “I thought you were fucking dead,” he breathed.

“I did too.” You placed a hand over his, hoping it would comfort him a little. “Where are the others?”

“Up ahead. At the rendezvous. They’ll be glad to see you.”

You made a move to sit up, hoping Ghost would get the hell off you. Instead, he pinned you back to the dirt. You thought he was going to punch you for half a second.

The intensity of his expression made sense when he tugged his mask up to his nose and leaned forward to kiss you.

“Simon!” You shoved against his chest, trying to get him off you. “What the hell?”

He knocked you back to the ground easily, pressing his forehead to yours and breathing hard. You tried to swing at him, but he caught your hand, rolling you and pinning your arm behind your back. You heard the sound of a sheath unsnapping and then his knife was at your throat once more.

“Simon,” you tried again. “Can we talk about this?”

“Talk later,” he growled, mouthing at your neck which you were sure was covered in dust and dirt, but he didn’t seem to care.

“Later,” you repeated, dumbfounded. The entire situation felt surreal. You had no idea what was happening.

“You’re okay?” he asked, a clumsy hand stroking down the side of your face.

“Okay?” You asked, bewildered. “Ghost, what the hell is going on?”

“I can’t lose you.” His forehead hit the back of your shoulder and you heard him swallow hard. “Please. You can’t leave me.”

“I won’t,” you promised. “I’m not going to leave.”

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost/reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley/reader #ghost modern warfare #simon riley #ghost riley x you

[eashmo]

7 minutes in hell, or is it heaven? Part 4

-Your Eyes Didn't Lie-

Warnings: eventual smut, fluff, and lots of angst. Billy is extremely soft to y/n it's ugh.

Short chapter also I don't believe in forgiveness when it comes to any form of abuse friend/relationship. They would have to work very hard to regain any sort of trust back from me if they truly didn't mean it.

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*y/n pov*

Watching him cry before me was a bit shocking. I never thought to see the baddest boy in town be completely broken at my feet, gripping me like I was his lifeline to this universe.

"Hargrove, please get up." I say.

"Billy, please call me Billy for once." He pleaded as he hugged my thighs, practically suffocating himself into my stomach, blood and tears getting on my shirt. I grimaced a little.

Placing my hands on his head. "Billy, can you please get up and talk to me? Let me help you." I plead while threading my fingers through his sweaty blonde curls. If someone stumbled upon us, it would look like an affectionate position between two lovers.

He looked up with such guilt that it started to make me nauseous.

"I'm so sorry, darlin, I just hurt the most precious thing to me. You would be better off scared of me...... but please let me hold you for a bit before you completely push me away." His eyes red from tears.

For some reason, I refused to believe that he actually cares for me. But his eyes didn't lie.

If someone cared for someone, they wouldn't have hurt them in many ways. Right? So I must be insane because I really do love this boy no matter what he does to me.

Slowly, I got down on my knees and took him into a proper hug. His face in the crook of my neck. "Billy, please tell me what happened."

*Billy's POV*

She is suddenly down on the ground with me and holding me despite hurting her earlier. This makes cry again. She took my hand and placed it over her heart. She's tells me to follow her breathing. Slowly calming down, I notice her neck and shirt were covered in my blood.

Letting out a small "sorry for that." She shook her head and held my face. Her gorgeous e/c eyes are filled with concern and a bit of forgiveness. No, she can't forgive me.

I decide to tell her what had happened.

"My father tends to use me as a punching bag at times, more so since we moved here."

"So all those scars and bruises weren't all just from Steve or from other people at school?" She asks.

Shaking my head "no", I hear her take a sharp breath. "If I had known, I would have beaten his ass a year ago." She says angrily.

Laughing a little, I can imagine her beating the hell out of my father with her textbooks or something.

"You think it's funny Hargrove?, you don't think I can do it?" She got Angrier.

"No, no, sweetheart, I know you can handle your own now." I say as I point to my now throbbing nose.

"Sorry not sorry, if you ever lay your hands on me again, I will not hesitate to hurt little billy Hargrove again." She says as she pointed down to my crotch.

"Y-yes ma'am." I gulped.

We started to get up from the ground, she stuck out her hand "friends?" She asks.

Taking her hand in mine. "Friends," I say.

"Let's get you to the nurse, but first, let me clean up and change." She says as she points to her shirt. Grabbing my arm, we walk back into an empty gym.

*Y/N POV*

Taking home to the nurse was a fiasco in itself, with students gossiping in the hallways and him being a total big baby about how it hurt. Good, I thought, I'm glad it hurt because he won't pull that shit with you again.

"Finally, we are here. Oh, would you get over here and stop messing with it!" I snapped.

"Darlin, you wounded me, I'm trying to fix it myself."

"Well, don't forget who started that." I soon regretted saying when I saw him going through another guilty episode.

"Look, Hargrove, I'm sorry, but you scared me. I didn't know what else to do."

"No, it's okay, I'm glad you did. I never want to do that to you ever again, I'm just thankful I didn't actually leave bruises. You are the person in my life who keeps me grounded. Also, please just call me Billy, hearing my name from you has a nice sound to it." He blushs.

"Did Billy Hargrove just blush?!" I start to laugh.

"Oh, shut the hell up and go back to being timid and quiet nerd." He says with little bite to his words as he walks into the nurses office.

Laughing so hard, I had to wipe the tears away while I follow right behind him.

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#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove scenario #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove fanfiction #stranger things #Spotify #dacre montgomery

[harmonyverendez]

Dating Them | Crystal Gems + Greg & Rose Quartz - Steven Universe

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Steven Universe

• Oh my! You two relationship is just so pure.

•. This boy would do anything for you.

" Do you need anything y/n?".

" Why don't I go to school with you today?".

" Oh my God! Steven, you can't go to school with me!".

"it doesn't hurt to try y/n".

• Forehead kisses here and there.

• Always looking out for you.

• Wakes you up with breakfast. ( Even though sometimes they are burnt. Leave the kid alone, he tried )

• You go on some of his missions. And he hates it sometimes. Doesn't want you to get hurt.

• the First kiss, was under a mistletoe ( Set up by Garnet * Wink Wink * )

• The Town people not understanding you two's relationship.

• Of course you get a lot of hate. Especially from Lars ( Idiot )

• I don't know. He is just so pure. Just don't break his heart, and he'll be yours forever.

Garnet ( + Ruby & Sapphire )

Sapphire

• You met Sapphire first. She was such a sweetheart. Always willing to protect her from Blue Diamond. ( Even to risk your life )

• The other gems do not like you, because you bring out the wild side and confident side of Sapphire.

• Always looking out for your future. She would shatter her gem if she finds out you are dead or your future is black.

• Slow dances, her having her hands on your waist and your hands would be on her shoulders.

• Major Height differences ( You are taller or shorter.)

• Not giving a shit if people don't like your relationship. It's not their places.

• Homeworld is slightly homophobic. They don't date or do anything like that.

• I won't lie, you two fused for at least a week one time and liked it. Your fusion was stable and calm. Very beautiful even, but you two were new to it. You didn't understand.

• Running away from homeworld and coming to earth to live a better life.

• Ended up meeting Rose and her pearls. And everything was okay.

Ruby

• Oh! She would be so protective over you. Would not let you out of her eyesight.

• if the other rubies try to harm you. The ass would be having damaged Gemstone to their homes.

• Always holding your hand when you get nervous.

• going for long walks in the forest.

• You two always singing and dancing.

• Fused at least 5 times. What? Miss girl was curious, and what Ruby says, what goes.

• Not giving a flying fuck what the other think.

• You always have to look over your shoulders just in case.

• Ruby teaching you how to fight.

• And you teaching her how to draw, create things, and flowers. Etc

Garnet

• oh my God! She would be so protective over you.

• on certain days you are allowed to see her. Because she is always out.

• Jamee falling in love with you. But is sad when he sees Garnet kissing you.

• Everyone in beach city loves you.

• Always picking and messing with Lars and Sadie. Teasing them, and making them squirm.

• Helping Steven with his homework.

• Fixing anything in the house that is destroyed.

• Garnet and you two going on the beach and relaxing. Her arms were around you and your head lay on her chest. Forehead kisses and hand squeezes.

• Lots and lots of kisses.

• Practice mediation.

• You already knew Garnet before you met. Why? Because you knew Sapphire or Garnet before meeting the rest of the Crystal gems. You dated one of them, so Garnet recognize you.

• Cheek kissing, Neck kisses. Etc

• Garnet loves showing you off.

• whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

• She will, love cherish and protect you forever.

Pearl

• Oh, she doesn't like human food, she thinks it's disgusting because they come out the backside.

• Since you can cook. She tasted your food for the first time and loved it. She says she doesn't like food. But every once in a Blue Moon, she wouldn't mind eating your food.

• Always brush your hair and doing your makeup.

•She loves it when you wear girly things, bows, hair products, jewelry, ballerina outfits. Etc

• Can't fit your shoes. Since her feet are too big for you. So she'll make all your shoes and you love them.

• Slow dances with you.

• Likes to do your laundry and such

• Is a total sweetheart.

• Teachingg you sword fights and such.

• Gets envious when someone else looks your way. Always hiding you from the dangerous world.

• Massages your feet, and does everything or anything you ask.

• No Questions asked.

• Etc.

Amethyst

• Is a goofball..

• Always cracking jokes to make you laugh.

Hey Y/N watch this? ".

" Yes Amy?".

Protect over you as always.

• But there are some days when you will have to comfort her. Because of her past and insecurities.

• Both of you being there for each other.

• Not letting anyone driving you away.

• You are here to stay baby.

• Cheek kisses, forehead kisses, nose kisses, nuzzles here and there.

• Always shape-shifting to make you laugh. But then you figure out the meaning behind them.

• Basically she will bow to you. You are here Queen.

Rose Quartz

• Not knowing deep down she is Pink Diamond ( But hey that's another story for another day )

• Forming a rock band together.

• Hated when she grew to like Greg..

• Confronted her about it and she laughs it off. Of course, she liked him, he was funny. But you? You were her everything.

• Major height differences ( she is 8'ft tall and you are under 6 or 7. but she will always be taller )

• Playing with her giant curls.

• You met her when she first arrived. She was all cute and lonely. She shows her around and instants you two formed a bond.

• Pearl envies you because of Rose. She wants the woman all to herself. But it's flattered.

• Always in her room. ( Doing who knows what )

• Rose taking care of you

• Fused 2-3 times with. Both of your two fused names were either " Rainbow Quartz" or " Galaxy Quartz".

• You two are relationship goals.

Greg Universe

• Yeah, young Greg looks just like Steven. It's amazing really.

• Always goes to his rock convert even when no one is there.

• he always have your back.

• hanging out and driving around in his van.

• playing and braiding his hair.

• Deep, passionate kisses.

• Always leaving town on dates.

• To see the stars.

• This man knows you are the woman of his dreams

• teaching you how to play the guitar.

• Siting on the beach and enjoying life.

• He would do anything for you.

• Etc.

AM I MISSING SOMETHING? TELL ME WHAT YOU think. IT TOOK ME NEARLY 2 HOURS TO WRITE THIS. SO ENJOY.

THANK YOU - Aaliyah❤️

#steven universe #garnet #Greg #Steven #Pearl #rose quartz #homeworld #Relationship #Romance #dating #headcanon

[tnmeem]

I Deleted My Stories Blog So Now Tumblr Can Be The Garbage Can For My Brain: Let's Start With Something Really Really Gay

Monday, 9th February, 2019

Sun pierced the grimy windows. The street was empty except for the parked cars that never seemed to move. A few people would jog or walk past once in a while but other than that, it was quiet. Peaceful. Calm.

There was something so unnerving about it. I looked closely at all the edges of the buildings. If this wasn't real, there would a sign right? My imagination couldn't possibly conjure up a world so detailed.

Right?

A hand fell on my shoulder and I screamed. In a moment, I turned towards the intruder and shoved.

Irene cried out as she slammed into the closet next to my room door, "Ow! Why do you always react like that? I even made noise this time, it's not my fault you were zoning out." She was wearing a shockingly low cut V-neck and tan leggings. She could've been naked and I wouldn't see any more of her body than I already was.

I tried desperately to keep my eyes fixed on her face.

"You can't just rock up here like a creep." I grabbed her hand and pulled her up to her feet, "How'd you get in anyway, did my parents let you in?"

Irene lifted her hand, revealing the silver front door key, "Your mum gave me a key." She walked over to my bed and fell backwards onto it, "She said I come here so often, I may as well have one."

"Great, now I won't even have a warning before you storm into my room and start harassing me!" Irene was my best friend in the whole entire world. But the idea of her being able to enter my space without any forewarning irked me.

She sat up, pouting, "Hey, you're supposed to be happy to see me."

I walked over to the bed and lay down beside her. She didn't hesitate to pull me into her arms and push my head into the crook of her neck.

"Anyways, what were you philosophising about when I got here." She stroked my hair, "Did you find the meaning of life in the pattern of the tree bark?"

I snorted, "If only it were that simple." I sighed, "I was thinking about how much I hate the quiet." I began to braid the tassels on her shirt.

She laughed, "You want to swap with me? I can't even sleep sometimes. All I hear are cars going past and sirens." She groaned, "Whoever decided to put the police, ambulance and fire station so close together seriously needs to re-evaluate their career. I feel like I'm in a detective show." She shifted me from the crook of her neck to her elbows and turned on her side to face me, "I can't even watch horror movies at home anymore."

I turned on my side, "Didn't your parents visit the place before they signed the lease?" The longer I stared into her brown eyes, the softer they appeared, "I wish I lived in an area where people actually interacted instead of acting out a ghost town."

"I don't think I'd want to interact with my neighbours. Too much effort." She shrugged.

"It'd be nice."

"Oh just kiss already!" my brother stood at the open doorway with a smirk on his face. His twelfth birthday had brought out a new version of him. A version that thought it owned the place and never knew when to shut up.

I picked up my shoe off the floor and threw it at him. But the little gremlin ran into his room the moment he saw me bend over and so all my shoe hit was his just closed door.

Irene got off my bed abruptly and made for the door.

I grabbed her wrist, "Hey, where are you going?"

She pulled her wrist out of my grip and turned to face me, "What's so disgusting about kissing me?"

I blinked, "What?"

"Why did you react like that just then? Is the thought of kissing me so bad you have to resort to violence?"

"No- I just didn't want my brother to make you uncomfortable."

"I'm not uncomfortable at the idea of kissing a girl. Why are you?"

I held both my hands up in surrender, "Irene, I would react like that with anyone! I don't have a problem with you being a girl, I just don't want my brother to make my friends uncomfortable. Because you're my friend and obviously we would never kiss."

"So, you don't have a problem with me dating another girl?" Irene took a step towards me. I could feel the warmth of her body and for the barest second, my eyes flickered down.

No! Bad Lakshmi! Don't ogle your friends.

Suddenly, it felt as though I was breathing around a fist, "You're my best friend. I want you to be happy." I quickly stepped to the side and walked to my desk.

She laughed, "Every time I kiss a girl in front of you, you flinch. Whenever I try to get you to meet a new girlfriend, you find an excuse not to come." She held her palm out in a stop gesture, "And don't say it's because you don't like PDA. I've seen you around other couples. Straight couples. They could have sex right in front of you and all you'd say is "Get a room". I don't understand why you can't do the same with me."

"You're being paranoid, I have no problem with you dating women."

"I'm going to go home now." Irene snapped, "I cannot handle this conversation and I especially can't handle your avoidance."

Ian walked out of his room just in time to see Irene stomping down the stairs, "Man, what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything!"

"Wow you're more hopeless at relationships than I though," Before I could throw my other shoe at him, Ian darted back into his room.

Sunday, 10th February, 2019

My favourite thing about Irene is that she was a sucker for chocolate. One time, I had popped her favourite piece in my mouth, and she had just taken it back out with her own. It shocked me so much that I didn't even push her off. Just let her take it from me.

I was now climbing into her room through a window with a backpack filled with chocolate at 6 in the morning on a Sunday.

It was only a matter of time until she got a restraining order against me. Or I got one against her. I guess we were both awful at boundaries and common sense.

She was curled up in bed in the foetal position with the blanket slipping off the bed. I kissed her forehead and pulled her into a sitting position. She groaned.

"Can you guys' kiss and make up later?" The Ahmad's latest foster child called from the next bed over. She was a tiny girl of 14 and had been here for the last three months. I only knew her name was Mariam because Irene told me. Except for school, I had only seen her out of her room a few times. This was the most she had said to me.

"Sorry, I'll be quiet."

"It's fine," she sighed and pulled the blanket over her head.

My chest squeezed tightly. I shouldn't have barged into her space like this. I, of all people, should know better.

"Why are you here?" Irene's voice was gruff. It was probably just from sleep. She rarely stayed mad at me for longer than a day.

I brought a coconut flavoured chocolate bar out of my backpack, "You're going to be worshipping me soon."

She snatched the bar out of my hands before breaking off a small piece and giving it to me. I didn't waste a moment before shoving it into my mouth. Irene frequently changed her mind about sharing and I rarely had the energy to fight her on it. I moaned as the chocolate melted in my mouth. It was a lot better than the rum flavour I'd tried. That had tasted like someone dried overripe berries and then juiced them. Despite checking it three times, I had been convinced it was expired.

"I'm sorry."

"You know," she smiled, "I have the opposite of what most gay kids face. My parents and school accept me but my best friend doesn't."

"Irene, I don't have a problem with you being gay."

"Really?" She smirked, "So you wouldn't care if I started making out with another girl in front of you?"

"It would make me a little uncomfortable," I sighed, "But that's only because we've grown up together. I still remember when you were obsessed with barbies. It's just hard for me to process sometimes that you actually have a," I cringed, "Love life." I took another bite of the chocolate. Maybe the sweetness would take my mind off the stinging in my eyes.

"Would you come to my wedding at least?" I froze, "I'll probably get married one day and I'd want my best friend to be there."

I forced a smile onto my face, "Yeah, how can you have a wedding without the maid of honour?"

She laughed and kissed my cheek.

"Guys!" Mariam whined.

"Sorry, we'll shut up now." I called and let Irene pull me down on the bed so that we were lying together.

***

"Shit!" Irene jolted me awake as she scrambled out of bed. In the light of the morning, her waist length hair looked as though a bird had been trapped in it and then spent all night trying to break free.

I groaned, "What's wrong?" I grabbed her elbow to stop her from going too far away. I was rewarded by her jerking my entire body out of bed, making me fall heavily on the carpet.

"I'm going to be late!"

I rubbed my eyes, "It's Sunday."

"Not for school dummy!" She pulled me up and I chose to lean against her side rather than stand on my own feet, "I'm working today!"

I crawled back into her bed, "Why do you keep going there when you hate it?"

She attempted to pull me back up, "Come on, keep me company while I work."

"No thanks, I don't like fast food."

I groaned as she sat on my stomach, "I'll give you free brownies." She got up and sat back down, "Now come on, you told me you would come."

"Urgh," I attempted to push her off me with my useless arms, "I don't care about food right now, I just want to sleep.

"Lakshmi come on," she whined.

"Leave me alone woman." This time, I managed to dislodge her with my shove. I turned on my stomach. She could sit on my arse and I would still not agree. I hadn't slept this well in two weeks. Nothing short of a house fire was getting me out of this bed.

I groaned when my phone began to ring, "Can you take that cursed thing with you?"

"It's your mum." A moment later, "Hi Mrs. Wilson, how are you?"

Traitor.

AN: So, I started writing this when I was 17 and if it reads like a Wattpad story, that's because it is. Like most millennial and Gen Z writers with access to a phone, I started writing on Wattpad. I honestly doubt anyone will recognise me but if you do, shush!

#but she's my best friend #story #love story #coming of age #book #chapter 1 #read #lgbtq #fiction

[heresathreebee]

Brackish and Briny Waters (two)

[Ralph Lamont X Female Reader]

Summary: Settling into your new house Part 1 Masterlist Part 3

Tags: +17 | 1.7k words | just really fucking domestic stuff, one (1) bad attitude, presumptuous behavior, unprotected morning sex, more remodeling.

AN: I kind of know where I'm going with this. The conflict will be subtle at first but it's there I promise.

The first day goes by fast and for Ralph meeting every single person on staff in this prestigious school was like trying cheeses and wines in a vineyard– fun at first but you get a stomach ache because somebody forgot to tell you not to swallow and there are just so many of them each more rich than the last. By the time he crosses the threshold to his new home, he's exhausted and annoyed. 

"I told you not to unpack without me." 

You look at him from the kitchen and shrug. "I needed stuff, baby. I already wrote a list of things to work on in this 'bare bones' house you put us up in and I was bored." 

You don't care for his attitude but offer him the covered plate anyways. "I saved you some dinner." 

All at once, Ralphie's anger melted from his face. He shuffled his tired feet across the still empty living room and pulled you into his side. The plate was warm (still warm or recently warmed up, he couldn't tell) and his stomach growled. 

"M sorry," he said, "I don't mean to be an asshole." 

You smile your forgiveness. "Long day?" 

"Yes," he hisses. "I already can't wait for the weekend." 

You chuckle. "Oh come on, it can't be that bad. Give it a chance, baby!" 

"As you wish." 

After eating, Ralph is right to sleep despite his insistence you finish packing together tonight. A part of you thinks it's the climate here– fresh sea salt air and less artificial light to disrupt the body's natural sleep patterns. You took off his shoes and empty his pockets because he was just 'resting his eyes for a moment,' then slid in right next to him. He's fine without a blanket, but you pull the back of the quilt over your rear and curl into his side. Sleep comes easier tonight than last night and you dream of wallpaper and wood smoke cologne. 

DAY THREE

The rest of the week gets easier for the both of you. You arrived on Monday and unpack the bigger furniture together by Wednesday with the help of some locals. Ralph is getting to study the lesson plan for Ms. Lewis' math class and establishing a gentle authority with his temporary students. He is still excited for the weekend, intent to help you figure out what to do with the walls of the house. 

"Has anybody come to see you at the house yet?," he asks you Thursday night. 

You pause dicing onions to think. "Besides the neighbors to the north and those Vayle boys? No." 

Ralphie raises his eyebrows and drops them, an involuntary gesture made more for himself than you. 

You put a hand on your hip. "Why?" 

Ralphie waves you off and continues mixing the meat with the spices. "Nothing. It's just everybody and their fucking moms has been asking me about you." 

"What?" This was news to you. "Why?" 

"Because they're nosy," he replies, "asking me about my whole life story and I let slip I had a wife and then they just wouldn't shut up about it." 

You swat his shoulder. "Well don't sound so depressed about it. Do you not like having a wife?" 

"No!" Ralph huffs and turns to look at you as he says, "I just hate that every single one of them bugs me about a million personal things and then I mention you and it's the only thing they can talk about now." 

Ralph turns back to stirring the pan and grumbles to himself, "might tell them to fuck off and just hoard you forever…" 

It clicks in your head at least a bit. Ralph's a born and bred city kid. In the city nobody cares who you are, what you like, or where you're from. Strangers don't want to be anything more than strangers. Their eternal social motto is 'don't waste my time' and anyone who acts differently is probably scheming something. 

You chuckle and rest your chin on his shoulder. "You're forgetting these are a different breed of people. Rich and educated socialites more over but suburban, maybe even rural. We're probably the first new thing to happen to them in decades, and communities like this don't have a 'mind your business and I'll mind mine' attitude." 

Ralphie flicks you a look but you know he knows you're right. It doesn't mean he has to like it but at least he understands it's not malicious, at least not inherently. It's out of his element, a little out of yours too, but you'll have to adapt and play by their rules if you want to stay here for a while. 

The dining room table can seat six, but your Ralphie takes a seat right next to you at a corner so he can hold your hand while you eat. Homemade tacos ease your apprehensions a bit and you go over the remodeling plans with him until midnight. Getting ready to sleep, you wear your thinnest shift and wrap around him like an octopus, your warm core brushing over his barely clothed manhood in temptation. 

Ralphie hums, tucking a stray hair back into your bonnet. "We need to get up early tomorrow." 

It's a weak protest. The two of you keep rocking into each other and sighing at the feeling of friction but eventually fall asleep despite the delightful buzz of sexual energy surrounding you. You do wake up when Ralph flips you under him and sucks a few marks into your neck.

You spread your legs to accommodate his breadth, feeling him settle deliciously and glancing at the bedside clock. It's barely 5 o' clock and the sun is rising. You gasp as you feel Ralphie's cock slide into you and he's met with little resistance. You two have sex for the first time since you moved and it's been so long that the affair is short lived. 

Ralph already has an apology on his lips but you shush him and come a moment later with your fingers brushing your clit in tandem. He peppers you with a dozen more kisses as silent promises to make it up to you. 

You shower together, barely bumping elbows as this bathroom is way bigger than your New York City apartment ever was. You chat idly about the weekend and the town and when you're ready to leave, you grab the manila folder where you store the plans for the remodel. You've even got samples from the wallpaper, only taking the ones you like and want to replace. 

"I know we probably won't find exact replicas but I want to at least find something similar." 

Ralph squeezes your thigh. "Ok, ok. We'll try." 

While this town doesn't have a McDonald's (the town over does and it's fancy for some reason), it does have a Home Depot (also pretty fancy). You know you'll need wood and screws and glass panes to finish that solar room but that's not the goal for today. 

Ralph skips right over the green paint swatch section to the creams. He's rambling about paint brand pros and cons, he did his research on the way in since you were driving and he brought the book from the school library. You follow and half listen. 

"What?" 

Ralph finally catches on to your soft smile. You glance around to make sure no one is in earshot because god forbid these gossipers over hear your conversation right now. 

"I guess I got you pretty excited last night, huh," you say with a sense of pride. Ralph feels the opposite about his performance this morning. 

"I just… I think it's just been a while." He occupies his hands by grabbing every single free swatch sample on the shelf and says, "I promise I will make it up to you." 

You roll your eyes in a not unkind way. "It's fine, babe, really. I uh… it feels kind of good to know I still have that kind of effect on you…" 

Ralphie sports a smile of his own and puts you under his arm. "Of course you do, sugar." 

He leans down to plant a kiss on your lips when you're interrupted by a bright voice. It's so startling that your husband bounces away from you. He stares wide eyed at the woman who interrupted you and he gets that dark look in his eye that only you can see. 

"Jesus, Julie," he tries his best not to growl her name. "This is Julie, she's a teacher at the school. Julie this… is… my wife." 

Julie makes a noise like a whistle. "Oh my god you are so much more beautiful than I imagined! Ralph doesn't have a picture of you in his office!" 

"It's on my desk," he huffs, "it's the one turned towards me." 

"And why would you do that?" 

"...so I can look at it while I work…?" 

Julie's… a little too hands on for just meeting you. You're too reserved to say something about it so you sling a loose arm around her back and hope Ralph doesn't say something for you. 

"Hi Julie, it's nice to finally meet you," you tell her. "Ralph's been slowly but surely introducing me to the concept of his coworkers." 

"I can't believe we haven't met before now! Ralph keeping you all to himself, me and the other teachers are just so curious about you," she coos. It feels almost put on, like overindulging in sweet to play up her first impression. You let it slide though, maybe it's just your city lens. 

"Well, uh, once we've got the house fixed up a bit, we can plan a housewarming party," you suggest. "But not a day before and you may quote me on that, miss!" 

Julie laughed and gave you her phone number 'in case you need anything at all.' Ralph breathed easy once she finally left and you tug his ear gently. "She's veeerry friendly." 

Ralphie shoots you a glare like you'd made a joke he didn't find funny and you go back to debating the paint to use for your walls eagerly.

@escape-your-grape @hoodoo12 @softbeej @go-commander-kim @beetlesstuff @imma-fucking-nerd​ @werwulfy​

#three bees writing #smut #🐝🐝🐝✒ #Ralph Lamont #ralph lamont x reader #alex brightman #black reader insert

[tireddal]

Douma x Ice Pillar!Reader {one-shot}

*uhmm yeah fucking depression is still with me...

Biwa's sounds is filling the room. You are sitting on big soft cushion, looking at the bright silver moon through window. There are a lot of expensive furniture and decorations, you wear silk kimono and fancy gold sash around your waist. However, nothing of these matter. Beautiful fabric couldn't hide your long blue claws, and two f/l horns still are on your head.

How you have finished like this?

***

"Bang." Demon's head fell on the ground with loud knocking. Monster has said some insulting words about your wonderful personality and skills before vanished finally.

You sighed in relief, putting your nichirin blade into a sheath and fixing your haori. Cold air helped you to regain breathing. Wounds from fight were deep and hurtful, but not fatal, so you collected yourself and walked further, looking for your colleague-Flower Pillar Kocho Kanae. You two have chosen up and had single fights with demons because of sudden invasion. You had chosen salyer's main target-Upper Moon Six, while Kanae wanted to take on herself unknown demon.

"Kocho-san, Upper Moon Six is destroyed!" You shouted loudly using all your lungs power, walking through house's ruins. Pain in the throat has forced you to stop, coughing all out to breathe. Hell...You wouldn't be able to help Kanae if you were in such weak state. With deep inhale you continued walking through ruined town, keeping a tight grip on your katana's haft.

"Kanae!" You called her louder, feeling disgusting metal taste of blood on tongue. Is was strange, so your mind started pondering over previous fight. Fear filled your veins, making hot blood, that has been boiling few seconds ago from adrenaline and keenness, frozen. Upper Moon Six could be only bait to divert you, while stronger demon was fighting with Kanae... You groaned in anger and frustration, running in attempt to find Flower Pillar alive.

You has run pass narrow alley when saw your colleague laying on the cold paving stones. From her mouth's cover was dripping string of blood, eyes still opened, but filled with tears. Her thin hands were shaking, only strong will gave her chance to keep grip on blade. You quickly observed her body, approaching Kanae. Thank God, she hadn't lost any of her limbs, but had a lot of deep cuts. Something wrong was with her breathing, that has made you concerned.

You forced yourself to breathe steady with difficulty. Stupid Kocho! You were stronger then she, but let her fight with anonymous demon while you have been fighting with good known Upper Moon Six.

It was a trap. Silly trap, in which you got caught.

Kanae's eyes looked on you, lips curved in gentle smile when you crouched over her trembling body.

"L/n...L/n-san, please, take care..." Her lips were moving hard, you could understand her speaking only because of very good hearing.

"Kanae!" You growled, haven't been able to hide your emotions more. "What are you talking about?!" While speaking, you have moved her body in more comfortable place. "They are waiting you..."

"They?~" Said sonorous voice, when you have heard footsteps behind yourself. You could smell strong demon's scent, which was similar with scent on Flower Pillar's clothes.

"Kanae," you whispered to her, pulling blade in one fast motion and hiding it under your long azure haori. "When this demon will caught me, collect all remains of power and run."

Kocho's eyes have filled with fear. Her grip on blade disappeared, she slowly tried to stretch out for your hand, but you gently reject her gesture, giving her a weak smile. Unlucky, you suddenly felt suffocation. Dammit...Was it Six's poison or this new demon's? Or was it from your fatigue? You didn't have enough time to thinking, but if it's from new demon than Kanae should close her mouth with some fabric. At least, she was leaning lower then poison was acting with all force, so you had time for fighting before toxin would damage her.

Sharply turned around, you made lunge and jumped closer to new enemy, who was tall blonde man in strange robe and headwear. His face hasn't expressed any emotions, only wide smile and outstretched to you hands.

"So, are you that famous Ice Pillar?" He evaded from you attack, with interest looking at your neck. You have noticed it and stood in protective pose, pointing your katana's edge on him. Man just shrugged, still smiling.

"I'm glad, rumors don't lie." His eyes were blinking with strange enjoyment. You swallowed, breathing heavier than few minutes ago. Quickly glanced behind, you have heard hard Kocho's breathing. Kami, if only she would stay alive.

Something spew out from your mouth, you eagerly tried to catch some oxygen in your lungs. You wiped off unknown liquid from your lips, looking at it. Oh, blood. Too out of season.

"Ara-ara~" Demon has called to you, abruptly interrupted in your thoughts. "Y/n-chan, is something wrong with your breathing?" He chirped and approached you in one second, his face in few inches near yours. "I can help you." Blonde was smiling, slowly reaching to your blade while you were inhaling deeply from lack of air. You clenched your teeth when have noticed his attempt to get your katana and tried to slice him. Man only giggled, saw your tensed features.

"Oh...You're too cute, don't force me to use..." He choked when has felt something make a deep cut across his chest.

"Breath of Ice, Forth form: Deadly blizzard!" Words blurred out from you with huge difficulties. Your hands were shaking, head dizzy and lungs were burning inside.

Man exhaled. His wound had healed in few seconds, while you were in worse state with each minute. You thought about plan, but your mind hasn't given you anything like this. This demon knew you very well, you guessed. Maybe you should divert him before other demon slayers will come? Escape immediately?

"I like ice too." You flinched from soft voice that was cooing into your right ear.

"S-sev..." Cough forced you to writhe in pain and exhaustion, katana has fallen from your hands.

"Cold mind couldn't help sometimes, could it?~" Blonde sat near you, caressing your h/c hair.

So it was enemy's plan... You wanted to tell him a lot of nice things, but mouth which was filled with blood didn't let you. Sudden thought about Kanae helped you to try to reach the blade, but man took it away from you, smiling wide.

"Sh-h. It's okay," He calmed you down. "They come soon and we will go."

We? Will go? You choked, being shocked by his words. No, not Kocho!

You struggled, collecting yourself at last time. Kanae was your friend, one of the kindest slayers, and she had disciples...

"Kanae, run!" You have shouted using last powers. After this you let yourself lay down and continued choking with blood. Demon's eyes blinked on view of red liquid.

"Oh, I think I overdid...But you will survive, won't you?" He asked you, his cold breathing has touched your earlobe. You looked at him, clenching your fists in anger and desperation.

Blonde laughed from your angry expression.

"Hm, really stupid question. You will servive, I promise. I have been looking after you about half year, do you know?" You flinched with fear. Demon giggled and continued his speech. "It was really hard to create good trap for you. Y/n-chan, you have killed so many strong demons...I'm proud of you." His large hand gently touched your cheek, slowly caressing it. "And this azure fabric is really suits you! When we will come home, I request more beautiful clothes to you."

From the corner of your eye you have seen familiar haori. Your lips twitched, weak, but happy smile has approached your face.

Man noticed sudden change in your expression, humming with understanding. He stood up, fixing his strange robe and promptly started with a jerk. You sobbed because of desperation, feeling how your nails digged into harsh from fights skin. Your eyes closed for a moment.

It was your last mistake. You let Kanae had been damaged, let pride overtook you. Who was you? Tha smartest of Pillars, Ice Pillar. The only person who had as much respect as Kagaya Ubuyashiki, and now you were lying on the cold ground, crying because of yours weakness and foolishness. Courage has never been you specialty, but...

You have opened your eyes, slowly raising yourself up from paving stone.

Demon's gold fans were near Shinobu while she has been defending her sister, using all her body as a shield. Your trembling body was moving by itself, you haven't heard Shinobu's speech and demon's awful jokes when you had jumped in one fast and last motion just at the front of the blonde demon, taking all his attack on yourself.

Shinobu should cried out your name loudly, when you have choked by new portion of your own blood. Demon's iridescent eyes have looked at you with shock and enjoyment, in his orbs you saw your pinched body, all in scarlet spots from a lot of wounds. You smirked, have spat on the expensive demon's clothes. His smile hasn't vanished, opposite, his strong arms captured you when your weak body started to fall. You were mumbling words about running to Shinobu, and she must understand this right-girl quickly has taken sister's body and started to escape away. She looked at you with tears in corners of her beautiful eyes, liquid slowly dropped across her face. You wanted to join Shinobu, let her to heal your wounds, to talk again with this young insufferable Wind Pillar Shinazugawa, but demon's grip on your body was becoming stronger with each second. You sighed, giving weak and gentle smile to Shinobu Kocho.

For your relief, demon hasn't moved an inch, looking at running away Kocho with boredom. You only chucked, letting yourself to be absorbed by darkness, inch by inch.

"Douma. My name is Douma." It was all what you had heard before pain has vanished.

***

Attempts of suicide were first when you have opened your eyes.

Fights between you two. You lost, however. It was obviously stupid, mostly to you. How could new demon win in competition with Upper Moon Two?

Long dark nights, when you have been crying, with disgust and fear looking at your new body.

His cold hands that were shoving warm meat inside your throat and sweet cooing that you would like this lately.

"Y/n-chan!~" His strong arms is capturing your firm body in a hug. You aren't hesitate. Blonde is burying his cold nose in your cold (now too) neck.

"Douma." You mumble, don't flinch a bit of his touch.

"Rudely, as always..." Demon sighed, hugging you stronger. "However, Muzan-sama let you to become one of Upper Moons."

You smile. Maybe, loss of emotions was coincidence.

#demons #douma #kny douma #douma x reader #demon slayer douma #kny x reader #kny #kimetsu anime #kimetsu no yaiba #kny imagines #oneshot #shinobu kochō #kanae kochou

[lmichi]

Simpler Times [F!Kayden x MC]

Book: The Royal Masquerade

Summary: This is an alternative ending to the royal masquerade, because Kayden and mc deserve their own happy ending. This follows the dream Kayden had of opening a bakery with mc.

Pairing: F!Kayden x mc

Rating: PG 13

Word Count: 1,404

Notes: Honestly I'm such a softie, I just want them to live happily ever after. This is going to start off on chapter 16 during the party, after the steamy scene pixelberry blessed us with, but before Renza fucks everything up that night. I'm going to refer to mc as Julia and Kayden is a woman, because I'm a bisexual mess for her and in my opinion we need more love for her. I'm posting this now just in case we get a bad ending tomorrow and need a wholesome one.

Tags: @onyxgaytrash @walkerswhiskeygirl

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The figures dancing around Julia were faceless. The rest of the party was a blur to her. Her mind constantly drifted back to the time she had spent with her lover. As she was spun on the dance floor, her gaze fell on Kayden leaning against the wall across the room. The moment their eyes met, a small knowing smirk formed on her lips. That simple action alone caused Julia's face to heat up, her gaze immediately returned to her dance partner.

How much longer did she have to hold this facade of caring for the crown? She never wanted this, any of it. Sure she was grateful for the luxury she received as the queen of Cordonia, but if it meant she could never marry the person she loves she would give up every single luxury. The celebration finally ended. Julia bid her farewell to the guests with a polite smile, turning to leave. She found Kayden outside right by the carriage waiting to take her back home. "Meet me in my room as soon as possible." She whispered, earning a small nod in response from the brunette.

The moment Julia returned home, she changed out of the elegant gown. She now wore a simple beige dress. However, the crown remained on her head. She sat down on the mattress,  her hands folded on her lap. It felt like an eternity waiting for Kayden to return, but she couldn't place blame on the woman. It would have seemed suspicious if they had traveled in the same carriage. She stood up as soon as she heard footsteps approaching her bedroom. Kayden stepped inside the bedroom, Julia brushed passed her to glance at the hallway. No one was in sight, a soft sigh of relief left her lips. The door made a soft click as Julia closed it. Her gaze finally turned to Kayden. "You called for me, your highness." Although Kayden's tone was more so on the serious side, there was an unmistakable hint of mischief in her eyes. "I called you for this..." Julia carefully took off the crown, holding it in between her and Kayden. "I don't want this." She placed it down on the nightstand. Kayden glanced between the crown and Julia. "I'm not sure I'm following." She said with hesitation laced in her voice. Kayden was only playing stupid because she feared what Julia was getting at.

"I don't want to be queen. It was pushed upon me so suddenly I wasn't given much of a choice until it was too late. No one ever stopped to ask me what I want and right now all I want is to be with you." Julia stepped forward, hold onto Kayden's hands, interlocked their fingers. "I want to be with you until my last breath. Just the two of us. Just...ran away with me."

Kayden raised an eyebrow, she was left perplexed by Julia's last statement. "What?" Julia's grip on Kayden's hands tightened slightly, her eyes pleading with her dark brown ones. "We can leave together, live in a small town, open a bakery just like you dreamed of. I just want you to be by my side and if me being queen puts that in jeopardy, then to hell with it. Being queen was never my dream." Tears began to form in her eyes as she glanced up at her lover. "My dream had always been to live happily and right now the person who brings me the most happiness is about to be taken because of some title I never asked for." Kayden let go of one of Julia's hands, cupping her face. Julia immediately nuzzling against the warmth of her palm.

Watching tears run down Julia's cheeks, broke Kayden. She gently began to wipe away the tears with her thumb. She let go of Julia momentarily,  only to wrap her arms around her waist. She leaned down and pressed her forehead against Julia's. The way Julia looked at her, made it nearly impossible for Kayden to refuse her wishes. "I love you so much Julia Rosario and if holding the title of being queen has only brought you pain, then...let's run off together. While I'm by your side, I will do everything I can to make sure you're never unhappy." Their lips interlocked as soon as Kayden murmured that promise.

They kissed with such passion and desperation, almost as if they both feared this would be their last kiss. Julia wrapped her arms around Kayden's neck, pulling her even closer. Their bodies pressed closely together. A shaky breath left Julia's lips as Kayden pulled away and began to leave kisses down her jawline to her neck. "W-wait." She grabbed onto Kayden's shoulders, pushing her away slightly. "As much as I'd love to keep going, we should get ready. I want to leave tonight."

A soft grin formed on Kayden's lips. "As the queen wishes." Julia chuckled softly. "You know I won't be queen anymore once they discover I'm gone tomorrow morning." Kayden gave a small shrug in response. "That may be the case, but you will always be the queen in my eyes...my queen." Julia's face began to heat up, she bit back a grin. Kayden pulled her in for one last, soft kiss before she finally began to pack for their trip. They packed the essentials, extra clothing, enough coin to keep them going for a few months, simple medical supplies, etc. Once she finished packing her bag, Julia wrote her first and final command as queen. She gave the crown to Hunter, made sure the damage caused by the fire be fixed, and Renza Fierro be looked into for any involvement with Cyrus in the assassination of Queen Kendra. She signed her name underneath her requests. She wrote a following letter for her sister, detailing how much she loved and appreciated everything she's done for her. She wrote about the gratitude she had for Vasco as well. The last statement she wrote wished Annalisa and Percival luck in their marriage. Julia blinked back tears as she folded the letter and placed the Jade mirror over it.

Kayden remained quiet as Julia wrote the letters. Only speaking up once Julia placed the first note in the nightstand along with the crown. "No one outside the capital will know your face, but they will most certainly know your last name." Kayden had a point, Julia wouldn't be able to use her last name, unlike Kayden. She weighed her options for a moment before a soft smile formed on her lips. "Then give me yours." That statement caught Kayden off guard, a light blush formed on her cheeks. "I was hoping I would eventually have the honor, I just never expected it to be now." Kayden murmured softly, glancing away from Julia before she cleared her throat. "So about preparing for tonight." She continued, turning her attention to preparing a plan for their escape.

As soon as they were a handful of hours away from sunrise, they began their escape. Thanks to Kayden's sorcery they were able to leave through the window. Julia tugged on the hood of her dark green cloak as soon as they reached the floor. They made their way to the stable. Julia stood off to the side as Kayden got her horse ready. She stepped out of the stable, leading the brown mare outside. She motioned Julia to walk over and helped her get on the horse. Julia scooted forward to make room for Kayden, who got on her horse without a problem. She leaned against Julia, gripped onto the reins and began to lead the horse away from the buildings and into the forest.

They spent a week traveling, stopping in any nearby town once nightfall arrived to sleep for the night. Until they reached a small town at one of the ends of the country. The bright sun of the new morning shined on them. Kayden got off the horse first and helped Julia down afterward. Kayden interlocked their hands while she held onto the reins of the horse in her opposite hand. They glanced at each other for a brief second, smiling softly before they took in their new surroundings. They walked through the marketplace. A few merchants and townspeople doing their morning shopping waved and greeted the pair. No one would recognize their faces here.

Finally, a fresh start.

#trm fanfic #trm #pb trm #trm kayden #f!kayden #mc x f!kayden #kayden x mc #kayden vescovi #choices the royal masquerade #the royal masquerade #choices fanfiction #choices fanfic

[mycatshuman]

So here's a little Oneshot based on the video above. Thank you to @roman-flair for showing me this and all the screaming about how you like what I wrote.....I'm still skeptical with how it turned out....now without further ado.

Prinxiety Lover

Word count: 1,460

Parings: I don't think I have to say.

Warnings: language, slight nsfw mention I guess? Let me know if I missed any.

It was just another boring day at the desolate gas station in the middle of the sandy desert. And Roman was bored. With the gas station being at least two hours from any nearby town, Roman didn't get many customers, except for the few families on road trips or hikers who wanted to hike the nearby mountains.

Roman had to admit, it wasn't the best job. But he needed to make money somehow and he didn’t quite have that stripper factor.. It was just a temporary full time job anyway. A few months ago, the local theatre was flooded and they decided to shut down until repairs were finished. It was originally only supposed to be a few weeks to a month, but then the owners, and Roman agreed, that they should fix up a few more things while they were at it to avoid any further emergencies. Unfortunately, there were a lot of things that needed to be fixed up and replaced.

And that's how Roman ended up here, in an empty gas station with barely any customers. It was boring. The only pro about it was he could practice his singing and dancing without any prying eyes.

Roman ran a hand through his wavy auburn hair as the bell above the door rang. Roman looked up to find a particularly roguish fellow, walk in and start pursuing around the store. The man was wearing a black leather jacket over a purple and black plaid flannel (unbuttoned!) with a Panic! At The Disco tee shirt underneath. His black jeans were ripped and he wore purple converse. And the man's hair was an edgy purple and hung over his eyes, hiding whatever gorgeous color was underneath.

Oh no! He's hot! Roman thought as his eyes followed the stranger around the store….. It's not creepy! Shut up! Roman silenced his thoughts as the stranger came up to the counter. Alright, Roman. It's gay time- I mean, time to be a good employee. “Hello, how may I help you on this fine evening?” Roman asked. Almost as fine as yourself.

The man looked up, finally revealing the stunning eyes. Both unique in color, one a dark brown, almost black that seemed to stare into Roman's soul. The other, a brilliant green that spoke mischievous wonders. “Butter?” The man asked. Roman felt his knees go weak. His voice was even more lovelier than I thought!

“Of course! How many sticks?” Roman asked as he turned around to get the butter out of the fridge behind the counter.

“One, please.”

Roman turned around and placed the butter on the counter. “That'll be $1.50.”

The stranger pulled out his wallet, it was Nightmare Before Christmas! He handed over the money and took the butter before giving Roman a two finger salute and leaving.

Roman sighed dreaming and leaned on the counter as he dreamed of those gorgeous eyes. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes, but the next thing Roman knew, the bell above the door was ringing and the stranger was back. Roman jumped up. Did he forget something?

“Actually, I think I'm going to need some more of that butter,” the stranger said as he walked up to the counter. “Maybe 3 sticks?”

Roman furrowed his eyebrows slightly as he turned to grab more butter. What could he be doing that required this much butter? He turned back around and placed the butter on the counter. “You must be doing some serious baking, huh,” Roman commented.

The man smiled and handed Roman the proper change as he said, “Oh no, something much better.” He smiled with a mysterious smile. A smile that taunted Roman. The man turned, winking before leaving again.

Roman frowned slightly as he mulled over what could the man be possibly doing with all that butter. “What a weirdo……….” Roman breathed. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah….” I'm totally not in love with this guy I just met. Nope! Not at all. Then Roman turned around and leaned against the counter before he sighed. “Oh! Mysterious stranger! Please reveal to me the name of such a stunning creature as you!” Roman lamented.

“Hey!” Roman jumped and spun around to find the stranger again. How did he get in without ringing the bell? Roman wondered. “I need more butter.”

Roman raised an eyebrow but said nothing as he gave more butter to the man. The man laughed as he carried the butter out the door.

Roman shook his head fondly as he leaned against the counter. No matter how unusual this was, it was still better than the normal boring days. Roman sighed as he thought of what this man must be like. He was perfect. He was the man of Roman's dreams. He would be a man who gave Roman the adventure he wanted.

Suddenly, the bell rung again. Roman looked up to see the same man again. “Okay, so I need more butter, like, a whole barrel!” The man exclaimed.

Roman's jaw dropped.

“Wha- what are you even doing with all that butter!?!?!” He exclaimed.

The man laughed and glanced around the store to make sure there was nobody else there. “If you come with me, Princey, I'll show you,” the man said as he gave Roman a smirk.

Oh hot DAMN THIS MAN IS HOT AS FUCK! Roman thought to himself. Then he processed the man's words. Oh my stars! Did he just flirt with me!?!? Oh my gay heart can't handle this! What do I do?!?!? He wants me to come with him? Should I go? I really want to. But what if he's a serial killer? Roman looked into the man's gorgeous face. If he's a serial killer, I wouldn't mind being killed by him. That's a lovely face to die to. Plus, if I don't know what he's doing with that butter, then I won't be able to sleep for a week. Now play it cool.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Shit! Too cool!

The man got his butter and then Roman followed him out the door. The two were walking straight, gay, out into the desert. Which was a little weird. But Roman shrugged it off when he felt the strangers hand grasp his and pull him along with him.

After they were walking for quite some time, Roman decided to break the quiet. “I'm Roman!” He shouted. The stranger glanced back at him with a smile. Roman, you useless gay! What kind of greeting is that?!?!

“Virgil,” the man replied.

Roman almost fainted. Virgil was the name of a Roman poet! They were destined to be together! Oh thank the stars!

Soon Virgil stopped. Roman looked down with Virgil only to find a hole. “What?”

Virgil looked at him and grinned before dropping the butter down the hole. Roman frowned and leaned forward, listening to hear when the butter might land. It fell for almost a minute before he heard a thump. He turned back to Virgil and raised an eyebrow.

Virgil didn't answer. His grin just getting wider.  Suddenly, Roman heard the sounds of breathing before he heard something start tearing into the butter like it was the carcass of a dead gazelle. Roman's eyes grew wide, horrified as he listened to noises reverberating down below. He looked back at Virgil only to see the same grin from a few seconds ago.

Roman jumped up and glanced at Virgil, his face still terrified. “What the Heckity heck, five abs and one peck is down there?!?!” He cried.

Virgil only looked at him, a calm expression on his face as Roman dramatically flailed his arms about. Virgil shrugged. “Oh, I have absolutely no idea. But it fucking loves butter,” Virgil replied as he elbowed Roman in the side.

Roman looked between Virgil and the hole horrified. The sound had stopped now but Roman still couldn't get over what he had heard. He stayed in his frozen state for a solid two minutes.

Virgil stared at the dashing cashier, holding back a laugh at the expression on Roman's face. He looked back at the home before sliding his eyes back over to Roman. He leaned over a pressed a quick peck to his cheek.

Roman went stiff, shocked at the gesture. Oh my stars! This is amazing! My Gay Senses are telling me to kiss back! Be the Prince of Virgil's dreams! Roman turned and placed his hand on Virgil’s shoulder before, causing the man to turn and look at him. Then Roman cupped Virgil's cheeks and tackled him in a kiss.

That night, Roman and Virgil lay cuddled up on the couch as the sounds of Moana played in the background. Whatever that thing in the hole was long forgotten as the two shared many kisses.  

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[tiredcal]

Silence Is The Real Killer

Chapter 1

    "Fuck.... Why? Why are you doing all of this!?" He looked down at his blue hoodie counterpart, that was clutching his side and leaning against a cold wall. He gave calm smile he answered "WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE PLEASE! MWHEHEHE ISN'T IT IT IT OBVIOUS AS TO WHY, SILLY? I AM AM AM SAVING YOU! YOU WON'T WON'T BE ALONE ANYMORE! YOU'LL BE WITH YOUR BROTHER AGAIN! DON'T WORRY I WON'T LET ANYONE ELSE BE ALONE"

With one last slash of a bone attack the other Sans turned to dust, much like most of this new Underground he stumbled into. He thought back to what this place’s Sans asked, he knew exactly why. He never wanted anyone else to go through the same thing… EVER.

- Date [REDIRECTED], Universe Swaptale Genocide route-

        'Haha... okay this wasn't really funny..' The last thing Sans remembered his brother was telling him to stay in the house very urgently until he came back... That had been 13 hours ago.

He tried calling his orange hoodie wearing brother but No One Answered. The call immediately went to voicemail. Sans even tried calling Undyne after attempting Alphy’s phone. Neither answered... Maybe Alphy's was helping the guards train! Undyne.. she might be busy doing science. Or they both were watching those shows together again. Last time those two watched them for 30 hours straight! Though… that was on Alphy's days off, today was a work day.

Sans paused after he slipped his boots on. The atmosphere suddenly felt heavy. Closing his home's front door he paused again, the pressure had gotten worse. Something was off. It hadn't ever been quite this quiet around Snowdin before. The town kids, and sometimes the teens who were around, had a tendency to run around playing or do things at an extremely loud volume. Especially around this time of the day. He really needed to see what was going on.

'Pap's wouldn't be all that mad if I left, he's been lazy before but... not enough to not come home after so long! I will just have to bring him home! Mwehehee Yeah!... He's going to be in big trouble though, taking forever that lazy bones making his big brother worry so much!. I.. hope that... weirdo human I saw earlier is okay they left right before Pappy did...hmm'. Sans thought as rubbed his forehead.

Starting his journey to look for his brother he didn't even make it past his house before he accidentally stepped into something odd. Looking down he looked down the rest of his path and froze. Everything looked to be covered in grey snow?...

‘How odd.. wait is that.. ?' Sans thought then started to stare blankly at the snow. Reaching down he picked up a pretty sizable pile of the strange ‘Snow’. It didn't melt like the snow usually did.. it just slipped through his hands like... , like sand.. or even dust..........

" Oh no nononoNonoNoNONO" Sans threw the rest of the dust from his hand. SOMEONE'S dust. Running through town he looked for Anyone.

No one was at Muffets, the librarby or the shops! Sans wasn't stupid, he knew exactly what the dust ment. Death and by the looks of it, there had been so much of it.

    Sans searched Snowdin multiple time for any other monster, only to be met with dust piles and empty clothes. It was the same in Waterfall, and Hotland. The bright blue fabric around his neck began to feel like it was constricting his non-existent throat. 'New Home, that's where Papyrus must be.. he's there, he's there, he's there, he has to be!'  Sans thought determinedly as he ran through the royal lab trying not to look at the trail of dust he passed coming from Undyne's bathroom.

      Sans made it to a golden hallway just outside the Queen's throne room, when he first found any evidence of his brother. Peeking out from right around the corner was the orange colored fabric. Sans was so relieved Papyrus was okay. Sadly that wasn't true.

"PAPYRUS! You scared me you lazy bones you never...." Sans rounded the corner he froze. His brother wasn't there…. or he used to be. All that sat there was a pile of clothes of a orange hoodie and basketball shorts. It was all caked in a thick layer of dust.

"PAPY... this must be a bad prank yeah... Alphys must be helping out, don't know why though! Yeah it's just a prank! It's not funny at all... This is just one bad birthday joke... but Paps know this isn't funny, so does Alphys.. it it it just has got to be one though...." Sans whisper yelled as he stared at the pile, for what seemed to him, to be hours. He felt empty.

A sound was heard from farther down the hall in the throne room, distracting him from his concentrated stare. Hesitantly he began to walk to the source.

Slowly walking through the throne rooms doorway he stood still. The whole room was totally destroyed. Everything looked to be burning and dug up.

There was another noise. Sans followed it farther into the castle right to the barrier room.

Right in the middle of the room was a pile of golden armor with a crown on top... a trail of dust lead right to the barrier.. the human was making its way through the pulsating white barrier.... Then disappeared.

'So it's not a prank…. Oh stars..'

[ Note: This is a fixed version of my story 'Silence is The Real Killer' which I'm in the process of re-writing, the story can originally be found on AO3, story is also of my character Mental Berry and his tragedies and adventures! ]

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[n3k0c0]

"Endlessly"

         It was a normal day, like any other. The woods were alive with the birds chirping their song and the trees rustling in the gentle breeze. AJ sat in his garden out back, tending to his flowers and picking herbs for remedies. Ever since he had moved from his home and taken up the life of an apothecary he had lived a calm life, people occasionally coming to him for various remedies, serums, and things of the like. People called his gift for making such healing agents “a gift from the gods,” but he didn’t think so. He believed the gods looked down upon him, as his life before he left was truly the unluckiest one he could have lived. He learned to heal through hard work and dedication, and he wasn’t going to let it go to waste. He heard the back door to his house open, prompting him to look up. Standing on top of the steps that led to the garden was his dear friend, Roxas. He smiled softly and stood, quickly dusting off his apron before running over to Roxas. He stood a step below the boy as he waited for him to stop rummaging through his bag. Soon, Roxas pulled out a couple of small packages and handed them to AJ, who happily took them.

    “Managed to find what you needed. It was a little hard,” Roxas said, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck. AJ simply shook his head and smiled.

“Even if you found nothing I'd be grateful that you even took the time to look and go outside the town walls… You're the only one who does.”

“Well, as far as I know, no one else is good friends with an ex-prince who has worked night and day to get to where they are now.” Both boys shared a small laugh.

“How are Sora and Xion?”

“They're doing okay. Xion has started studying to be part of the the elite guard, and Sora's… Well, he's Sora.”

“Yeah, he is… And the elite guard! That's hard to get into with my father's stupid rules!”

“Well, she passed pretty much every test. She just has to go through physical in a couple of days, and she's been preparing like a madwoman.”

“Well, tell her I wish her luck. She's going to need it if my father will be supervising.”

“At least your sister, Ashlyn, will get the throne next. I'd hate to know what Amalthia would do if she ruled… Pray to the heavens that Ashlyn does step up soon.”

“I'm sure she will, given my father's condition when I left. He was sickly, but he tries to pass it off.”

“It's as if the gods want him gone, too…” Roxas said, winking. AJ giggled and led Roxas inside, where they unpacked the packages and set jars of liquid and jars of other materials in their proper places. Once that was done Roxas bid AJ farewell and made his way down the path back home. AJ made some quick remedies then made himself some tea. He went to the front porch, where he sat on one of the chairs and enjoyed his tea as he looked down the path. It was nice, peaceful…

“Well, fuck you, too, ass hats!” Well, the quiet didn't last long. AJ looked to the small path with tree cover that led to the nearby lake, where a voice had come from. It held such authority and held a certain sound that seemed similar to a raging fire. He set his cup down on the small table next to his chair and stood, quickly making his way to the path and running the rest of the way. He eventually made it to the lake, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. He looked around some more until he found a boy laying with the lower half of his body submerged in water. AJ ran over and knelt next to the boy, who was clearly still somewhat conscious. He had pale skin, his hair dark and sticking up all over the place. He was covered in blood and cuts, some big and some small. His breathing was irregular, as well. It was as if he had just been in a battle. AJ said softly, pulling the boy's arm over his shoulders. The boy groaned in pain as he was lifted to his feet, but seemed to silence as they began to head home. Once AJ got the boy inside he brought him to his room, laying him on his bed. AJ quickly got his first aid kit and moved to treat the boy's wounds, but it seemed all that was left was the blood.

“Did he heal himself…?”

“Of course I did, idiot…” AJ let out a small yelp as he threw the closed bottle of antiseptic at the boy. There was a small 'thunk’ accompanied by the sloshing of liquid, followed by a groan. The boy quickly moved his hand and covered his eye, sitting up in bed. “What the hell was that for?!"

“I thought you were unconscious!”

“Why would I be unconscious?!”

“Do you not remember the bleeding cuts you had?”

“Those were nothing compared to what I get in the battlefield, but I'm thinking that I might get a black eye from that bottle.”

“Over dramatic much?”

“It's not every day you get a bottle thrown at your face by a mortal and actually have it hurt.”

“Quit talking like your some higher being.”

“I could kill you right where you stand with a flick of my wrist.”

“... You're a rogue wizard, aren't you?”

“What? No!” AJ rolled his eyes and picked up the first aid kit, setting everything that had spilled out back inside.

“That's what they all say..."

“I'm a god!”

“And I'm a minister of the temple.” Both looked at each other for some time before AJ stood and put the first aid kit away. “So, either one of us is lying, both of us are lying, or none of us are lying. Take your pick.”

    “You are. Why the hell would a prince become minister, much less an apothecary?” The boy asked. AJ stared at the boy for a few moments. The boy rolled his eyes. “Trust me. The gods won't shut up about you. You're supposed to be their 'chosen prophet,’ and that's what they hoped you'd become after you left home.”

“Just who are you?"

“Vanitas, God of War.”

“... Now the resemblance between you and the statue at the temple makes sense.”

“What, you're not afraid?”

“Not really. After disrespecting someone like you I can expect death."

“... So, what happened to make you an apothecary?” Vanitas asked changing the subject. AJ still hardly believed it was the actual god, but maybe it was better to play along than risk death.

“Didn't want to life of a prince. I hated being treated like I was this important person when I was just a kid. The only people who treated me like an equal were my close friends, but even then they were practically forced to keep their distance. I told my mom that I wanted a normal life, and she told me that she'd grant me one as long as I wrote to her as often as I could. I promised, and I ran to this place. I fixed it up with help from my friends, and I made it my workplace and home. I like it this way better than I would if I took the throne.”

“And what did your father have to say about this?”

“Oh, he told me there was hell to pay. Tried forcing me back to the kingdom, but Sora, Xion, and Roxas saved me with their powers. I'm thankful for that every day I see them.”

    “What kind of powers?”

“They were born with them, but Sora got his amplified when he started working as a priest in the temple of Ventus.”

“Uh huh… and what of Xion and Roxas?”

“Roxas runs around as a trader, and Xion's working to be part of the royal guard… Why would you care?”

“You seem to surround yourself with people who are more successful than you… Those who get to travel the world, work under the gods, or even fight for their kingdom… How come?” AJ could tell that Vanitas was trying to dig deep, find a weakness. He wouldn't be swayed so easily. He quickly looked away and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“What I do is enough for me. They're happy with their lives, and I'm happy with mine.”

“You seemed to perk up at the idea of being the chosen prophet… Is that what you wanted before this?”

“What? Being a prophet isn't what I wanted. Besides, I'd have to be a woman to be one. They have the best sight.”

“What's in your eyes says otherwise…”

“I don't have time for this. You're all better, so please leave.” With that, AJ left the room and went to the backyard, where he sat in front of his bed of crysthanamum flowers. He needed to calm down, to find his peace. If that really was a god, then he had to go. He wanted nothing to do with working for the gods. They weren't there for him, so why would he be there for them? If he's struck down then and there, so be it. He lived a full enough life to be happy. Nothing was going to change that.

“How do people wear this…?” AJ asked softly, re-adjusting his eye covering for nearly the hundredth time. He become a prophet, though admittedly against his will. Vanitas brought his brother, Ventus, God of the Moon, to talk things out. When that didn't work, Ventus brought Terra, God of Earth, and Aqua, Goddess of the Sea and Goddess of Love. Seeing that they weren't going to give up, he reluctantly gave in. He was grateful that they were at least polite, unlike Vanitas.

    “Well… It could be worse,” a girl's voice said. AJ sighed and leaned back in his seat, the carriage providing little to no comfort.

“Easy for you to say, Xion… You didn't have four gods in your house, trying to convince you to be their spokesperson.”

“Fair enough, but look on the bright side… You get to be in town."

“Yeah, but I don't get to see it…”

“There is that… and it's not like you'll be allowed to really go anywhere once we get to the temple… Once you're done there, we're off to the next… Man, the gods have it out for you, don't they?"

“Don't know what I did to piss them off… Besides, my vision will be the worst compared to lower prophets.”

“It's actually said that the most caring have the best vision… Doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman.”

“I feel so much better…” AJ said, sarcasm evident in his tone. Xion laughed nervously before falling silent for quite some time.

“You know… Once this is over, we can go back home. We can be ourselves,” she said, a dreamy edge to her tone.

“I wish… The gods are making me leave once I've given the last message to the last temple. I'll only be allowed back down when they need me to give messages or I have a vision, and who knows when that'll be…” he sighed. “The only ones I know of who objected to this are Aqua, Terra, and Ventus… They were overruled by the rest of the gods.”

“So there is some good in them… Any way you can get out of this?”

“If I fall in love with a god… I'd have to swear my life to them and take a blood oath.”

“I'd say go for Aqua, but she and Terra…”

“Yeah…”

“What about Ventus? You could practically be King of the sun alongside him…”

“Tempting, but… he looks too much like Roxas. I'd feel weird.”

“Then the only one is…”

“The biggest prick of them all.”

“Vanitas can't be… Well, actually, no, he would be. He is the god of war, after all.” Both shared a quick giggle before they felt the carriage come to a stop. Soon the door opened and Xion stepped out, taking AJ’s hand and helping him down. He could see through the veil that covered his eyes, but it was still annoying to wear. At the base of the steps to the temple of Ventus was Sora, who wore a forlorn expression. His temple was the last on AJ’s journey. As Xion led AJ up the steps with Sora trailing behind them, a woman began walking down the stairs. She seemed to pick up her pace as she neared the group, finally stopping in front of AJ and grabbing hold of his hands.

    “AJ, I have some news… It's kind of good, but it's caused an uproar amongst the gods.”

“Uh… Aqua…?” AJ asked softly, the hood of the woman's cloak obscuring her face. She quickly took off her hood, showing her blue hair and blue eyes. Xion and Sora quickly fell to one knee with their head down to pay their respects.

“It's Vanitas… He's willing to live on Earth in exchange for your freedom. He'll still be a god, but he said he was willing to give up his place in the heavens for your freedom from, well… this,” Aqua said, gesturing to his attire. AJ didn't know what to say. He'd started this nearly three months ago, and now Vanitas was trying to let him go free? “There is one condition… He has to make you fall in love with him in the span of three months.”

“That's a generous time allotted, but falling in love? I don't think war and love go hand in hand like that.”

“Well… He said something along the lines of fighting for you, but that could just be me. He's probably at your place by now. Once you're done here, head straight home, alright?”

“... Okay.” Aqua smiled and hugged AJ tightly before putting her hood back on then running down the rest of the steps. Xion and Sora rose to their feet and stared at AJ for some time before Xion spoke.

“I see that you have good relations with her…”

“... More or less."

AJ stepped up to his home, his veil folded neatly in hand. He quietly opened the door, hearing silence and seeing a dimly lit front room. He stepped in and closed the door behind him, making his way towards the back. It felt weird to be home after three months, but it was nice. He opened the door to the backyard, where he found Vanitas standing amongst the roses. He stepped into the grass and set his veil on the ground, then went to Vanitas’ side. He looked to the god’s face, which seemed complacent.

“Why?” That was all he asked. He wanted answers to why this god, this higher being, was sacrificing his place in the heavens for a mere human.

“I shouldn't have gotten you involved in this…” Vanitas said, his voice barely louder than a murmur. He looked to AJ, clear sadness and regret in his eyes. “If it weren't for me then you'd be with someone you actually love, you'd still have a normal life. I was sent down here for starting a fight with Ventus. Had I just let what happened pass over, then you'd live your life how you wanted and you'd be okay.”

“God of war, being sentimental… That's something I never thought I'd experience in person.”

“Hey, I'm not all blood lust and violence.”

“I know, I know… it's just not what I'm used to,” AJ said softly, looking back up to Vanitas, who rolled his eyes as he turned his attention back to the roses.

“Tell me about these… Why red, and why pick roses?”

“Roses are my favorite… and red always gave me a sense of comfort. The deeper the red, the better. Why do you ask?” Vanitas picked a rose, holding it in his hand before looking to AJ.

“Isn't it customary for lovers to make a bond with a rose?”

“... We've got three months to make this work, so hold your horses.”

“Are you sure that you don't feel anything?” AJ opened his mouth to object, but no words came. He simply looked to the roses as he brushed a few loose strands of hair behind his ear.

“I'm… not sure, actually… I don't know… I liked Xion for a time, but I never said anything. I was afraid that she'd reject me, or that I'd mess up somehow and she's leave forever… I didn't want that, so I stayed silent,” he said, hanging his head. “I've stayed silent for a lot of things that I probably shouldn't have…” AJ said, which made Vanitas confused. He leaned down slightly to get a good look at AJ’s face, only to see tears on a practically expressionless face. AJ realized that Vanitas saw this and quickly wiped away his tears, closing his eyes to do so. As soon as he moved his arm away from his face he felt a warm, rough hand on his cheek. He opened his eyes as his face was gently turned to face Vanitas, who wore a look close to guilt. “I was given everything I could ever want, but I wanted nothing of it… I wanted what normal kids had, like a house and not a castle, a toy that would last a lifetime and not something deemed too childish for me… I wanted what I felt cheated out of.”

“Well… It's about time that changed.”

         AJ sat on the porch of his home, sipping on lavender-chamomile tea with honey. It was a cool autumn day, the leaves now orange and gold with small leaves of red. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, a small smile on his lips. He looked to the front door of his home, where Vanitas came out with a small box in hand. It was strange, seeing such a feared god now dressed in such normal clothing, but Vanitas had made that choice. He stayed for AJ’s freedom.

    “Feeling okay?” Vanitas asked, sitting down next to AJ. He nodded slightly as he stared out to the giant path.

“Yeah… Just waiting for Roxas to come with the ginseng and kelp.” Vanitas smiled as he rolled his eyes. He handed AJ the small box he had been holding, prompting him to open it. AJ carefully untied the twine holding the box together then opened it, his eyes widening as he saw a blood red gem framed by silver on a thin, black cord in the box. He looked to Vanitas for a few moments before looking back to the box.     “Vanitas, I…”

“Here.” Vanitas stood then kneeled in front of AJ, taking the necklace from the box and putting it around AJ’s neck. “There… Now I'm never far away. Before you ask, I had a bit of a talk with Terra. He said that red really stood out with your monochromatic appearance. I'll probably ask for a sapphire next time I see him… Blue may be a bit standard for you, but it works better.” AJ giggled softly as he held the gem in his hand. Vanitas gently pulled AJ’s hand away from it then held both of the boy's hands in his own, leaning up and pressing his lips to the boy's cheek. AJ blushed at the sudden action, still getting used to such affectionate gestures. They rest their foreheads against each other, smiles on their faces.

    “So… We'll be together for a while, won't we?”

“I have a feeling we'll meet again and again as time passes…” Vanitas said. “Doesn't matter what time in the future, I'll know it's you… You'll be as eternal as the gods, even if you're only human.”

Sure enough, different AJ’s came and went, having spent their lives. The time Vanitas met the boy again was in our present time. The key factor to point him out? The gem. That beautiful, blood red gem that hung right over his heart.

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@khoc-week

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