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trumpkinhotboy · 5 months

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"I'll keep an eye on you" pt.2

Pairing: Jacob Black x Reader

Type: Not requested

Genre: Bit angsty and fluffy

Warnings: None Rating: g

Word count: 3400

Requests: Open! For Twilight wolfpack, Narnia, Heartstopper

A/n: Hope you enjoy this lil part 2 !! Also I really want to thank @tgarrett26 for helping me with this fic (you are awesome) + they are the reason there is even a pt.2 hehe

Here is the link for part. 1

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Summary: After one night of respite, the reader confronts the day to realize the shadows haven't quite disappeared yet.

There's a timid sunbeam lighting up your cozy little room. Nothing scary or menacing in view. You look over to your nightstand with barely opened eyes to see your mushroom light still on. The clock on your desk shines the time. 7:00am.

7am?!

You sit straight up, immediately noticing the big dent on the left side of your bed. Yes, of course, Jacob came in last night. Your cheeks flush with the thought of having slept so soundly next to the heaping mountain of muscles that is your friend. You feel so confused and well-rested. For the first time in a few weeks, you awoke calmly. This might have been the best night of sleep of your whole damn life, and it's 7:00am! You managed to wake up before your alarm. You wouldn't have to be rushing to school for once. You were usually only able to fall asleep when the sun started shining and chased away the threatening shadows of the night. So, being late to school was a recurring occurrence for you. For once, your father wouldn't have to come in to try and wake you up. You were pushing away your blankets to get up when there was a knock on your door before it slowly cracked open.

"Sweetheart, time to wake up. Don't want to be late for sch-"

Your father's traits lifted up in surprise, and honestly, you couldn’t really blame the man. You didn't keep track of all the mornings he found you all tangled up in your blankets, hair sprawled everywhere like a bird's nest, saliva drooling down your chin.

"Did you sleep well?"

You nodded eagerly, a sincere smile spreading on your lips. Charlie seemed incredibly thrilled by that piece of news. He was no stranger to the nightmares haunting your nights and was brokenhearted to see you so tired and on edge all the time.

"Well, then. Better get down and eat breakfast before you head to school." He gave you a timid smile before softly closing your door.

You had your first breakfast with your dad in a long time. He was particularly chirpy, and you kept catching his relieved gaze. You left for school on time and had a really great day. You felt awake and energized. Participating in class and your little social circle once again felt like a rush. Your efforts were welcomed with gigantic smiles from your teachers and friends. For a second, you thought the weeks of anguish and terror might finally be behind you. Maybe a night with Jacob had been the only thing you needed to put this whole thing behind you. However, as the sun went down and shadows stretched on the ground, you got more flinchy and twitchy. Once more, you turned at every odd sound, looking over your shoulder as you left the school grounds. You almost ran to your car, locking all the doors, and left a trail of dust with how fast you headed back home on the powdery roads of Forks.

Dinner with your father was much more somber than the breakfast you shared this morning. You felt like a dagger to your heart, his disappointment when he saw you jump as he caught you by surprise in the kitchen. You usually were always careful about hiding your internal conflict from Charlie. Yet the frustration you felt tonight weighed much more than the want to hide everything from him.

Once dinner was over, you climbed the stairs with heavy steps, feeling the dread in your body get worse the closer you got to your bedroom. You opened the door to find a space very different than the one you had left when you awoke this morning. Your still unmade bed didn't feel so inviting tonight. Long gone were the rays of sunshine that scared the shadows away. The room you faced was now dark and gloomy. Nothing about it felt safe or secure.

You rushed in to turn on your mushroom light and sat on your bed, trying to summon all your courage to breathe calmly.

It's over now. Nightmares are just that. They aren't real. I'm safe now.

No matter how much you would repeat it, those words felt empty and fake. You got up, put your pajamas on, and as you were ready to get in bed, you noticed a piece of clothing jutting out from under one of the pillows. You lifted it up to find the T-shirt you lent to Jacob. He didn't keep it. He left your house shirtless so you could keep the stupid piece of clothing. You grabbed it and held it up to your nose. Immediately, your senses were overpowered by his woodsy scent. You fell to your bed, shirt still pressed on your face as you let a deep sigh leave your lungs.

Grabbing your phone on the night table, you hesitated. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard before you closed the device and threw it away.

The clock had just struck midnight when you heard something scratching outside. You almost had a heart attack when you saw Jacob hanging onto your window, motioning for you to open it.

"Jacob Black. What the hell are you doing? Do you want to kill me?!"

Your tall friend let out a deep chuckle as he swiftly stepped into your room without making a noise. His gaze fell onto the fort you had built yourself. There were pillows and blankets lined all around your bed, a very feeble attempt at a barrier. The tv screen was paused on one of your favorite movie. He gave you a worried look and took a second to really take in the state you were in. You didn't look like the relaxed girl he had, reluctantly, left in a peaceful slumber this morning.

"What?" you defensively crossed your arms on your chest, already sensing where this conversation would be going.

"What are you doing?" he quietly asked, his head slightly leaning on one side.

"I was watching a movie."

You immediately saw a shadow pass in his dark eyes and felt a familiar pain ring in your chest. You couldn't live with disappointing both your father and Jacob. Worse, you couldn't live with the pity in their eyes. If only the bad dreams could stay away.

"What are you doing," you finally asked, a bit more roughly than you had intended.

He hesitated, sensing you had been offended in some way. "I just did a quick run around the perimeter, but then I saw the light open and just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Your expression softened at the concern painted on his handsome face. Fear did make you more on edge, but you knew Jacob had done nothing to deserve that anger. You sighed before plopping down on your bed.

"That's very nice of you, but I am okay. I just didn't feel tired yet."

You felt adamant about telling him of the return of the paranoia. You were already so disappointed in yourself. You couldn't even muster the bravery to be in your room alone at night. What would it even do if you told him the truth? It felt so shameful to ask again for his help, to ask him to watch over you while you were sleeping. Just because, like a child, you were afraid of the dark and the beasts it hid. You were instantly relieved when he gave you a suspicious glance as if he might believe your lie. You gave him your best smile, trying to prove how relaxed you were. You only wanted to chase the worries away from his chocolate eyes.

That could have worked if only the sound of your house creaking under a strong gust of wind and a branch scratching on your window hadn't made you flinch so damn hard.

Jacob's gaze hardened over your tense figure. You expected him to make a comment, to confront you. As you waited anxiously for the ax to drop, he finally walked over to your bed, sat, and pointed to your television.

"May I join you then?"

You initiated him to one of your best comfort movies. It required absolutely no brain power and just helped you feel better. Always a good player, Jake obliged and even seemed to enjoy it. When you were done, you spent another hour just chatting about nothing and everything. You tried hiding your clock from his sight and hoped he wouldn't notice time flying away, but sadly, there wasn't much your figure could hide from his wolfish sight.

"It's getting late. I should probably go," He muttered after an hour of mindless chatting. His dark eyes fixed on your features, you faced each other, forearms tucked under your head while you lay on your side. You couldn't help your shoulders and jaw from tensing up at his words. The happiness and carelessness he had brought you vanished as if it never occurred. Fear crept up in your belly at the thought of being alone in the dark again.

You gave him a tight smile as you nodded. He hesitantly got up, giving you another weird look. You barely registered it, too focused on avoiding falling into a panicked state. He walked to the window, and as you thought he was about to leave, he turned around on a whim.

"I really don't understand you. Even in this state, you won't ask for my help?"

His outburst surprised you and unintentionally made you recoil at the swift motion. He sighed deeply, "Please don't look at me like this. I want to understand. Why don't you want my help?" he repeated, annoyance rippling in waves from his body.

"I- I'm not sure what you're talking about," you responded, determined to hang on to the shred of dignity you had left.

He let out a sarcastic laugh. It was dry and reeked of disdain towards this fluke you were trying to fool him with. "Stop playing Y/n. You reek of fear."

His words were like a punch in the gut. You felt shame hitting you as you realized how stupid you had been.

"See? Your reaction only confirms what I already knew. What I don't understand is why you insist on facing this alone. You can always call me, and I will always come through for you. Have I not proven that?"

"You did, but it's not your responsibility to fix me. To fix this."

"Not my responsibility?" he scoffed. He turned around while dragging his hand through his hair. He was a mix of so many emotions you couldn't pinpoint what was brewing in his brain. He stayed silent for so long that you thought he would leave you like this. You were about to add something when he raised his voice. "I would give everything to go back to that night. To be there by your side. Maybe you wouldn't have to go through that, or at least I would have been the one to rip to shreds that bloodsucker." Flames of rage danced in his eyes while you stood speechless, gawking at him.

You were at a loss for words. You had seen Jake in many different states in your friendship, but he never looked so conflicted. Anger and sadness seemed to be battling out the right to overpower him. For a rare moment, he looked incredibly vulnerable. He was back to being that innocent teenager you had always known. You approached, unsure whether that would make him lash out, but he stayed put, his eyes fixed on the ground. You knew Jacob felt responsible for what happened to you. What you didn't know is that he tortured himself with it. Your heart ached at the thought, and any frustration you had felt up to this point melted.

Softly, you grabbed his hand. "Jacob, look at me."

When he finally turned around and lifted his gaze, tears hung on to the line of his long lashes. The sight of it made your throat close up.

"Why won't you let me care for you," he whispered, inches from you.

His gaze was so deep and carried a tsunami of emotions. Without even thinking about it, you grabbed his face. Both of your hands cradled his soft and warm skin. You saw goosebumps creep up his muscled arms, mirroring the one on yours. Bringing his forehead to your own, you took a deep breath.

"I don't want to be a burden."

Saying the words that'd been ringing in your head for so long felt almost exhilarating while also being incredibly relieving. Contrary to the belief of your messed up head, the world didn't end or break in two once the thought left your lips.

"I've always thought you were such an incredible person and couldn't help but always want to be better for you. Ever since you phased, that feeling only got more intense. You've evolved so much in the past few months, and I'm still old me. When I got attacked, it was the most horrible experience of my life, but it also reinforced that concept. I couldn't even walk from yours to Emily's cabin without being attacked. The boys had to risk their lives to save me. I didn't even get one scratch, and still, I'm afraid of the dark. I'm afraid to sleep alone. I'm afraid if I let my guard down for one second... it'll happen again. Which means that I'll either die or be a burden for you guys once more because I can't even defend myself against something like that. You're already so good to me. I don't want to add this to your list of things to worry about."

Your eyes stayed closed even after you finished and controlled your breathing again. Saying it aloud was incredible, but to open your eyes to face his reaction felt nerve-racking. You were about to when a strong pair of arms wrapped around you.

"You are not and will never be a burden to me." His tone was soft and felt a little strangled. In your dimly lit little room, while the rest of the world was in a peaceful slumber, Jacob's words felt like the only thing that mattered.

He pulled back after a moment but still held you close. "I don't know what gave you the impression that you were a burden. If it ever was something I did, I want to apologize."

"I remember so vividly the look on your face when the boys brought me back to the cabin. You had the same disappointed expression as you have just now. I promise I'm trying to heal as fast I can, but this... this is harder than I thought it would be."

Confusion was now the only emotion on his face, clear as day. "Disappointed? Y/n, I never was disappointed. It was the worst, terrifying, shit your pants kind of fear I've ever felt. It's agony to know you're so ridden with fear. I was disappointed to learn that tonight was still hard for you, not because I think you're not healing fast enough, but because I hoped I finally helped you feel better. I feel so bad you have to live with these memories for your whole life. I just wish I could make them disappear."

That's when you understood the slim difference between disappointment and defeat. One was channeled towards you, and the other wasn't. For Jacob, it had always been directed at himself.

"Jacob, you're the only one who makes me breathe a little easier. You're the only reason I slept soundly last night." A new light illuminated his eyes. You steadied yourself before you continued, your tone slightly hushed. "You've always had that specific calming effect on me. You're the only person who makes things better for me. Ever since we were kids. I have always felt safe with you. You're like my personal haven."

It felt like a big thing to say, but you wanted that sadness to leave his face. You wanted his eyes to be filled with light again, and somehow, it felt right to tell him about all this. He spent so much time worrying about everything and everyone. He deserved to know how appreciated he was. He deserved to know what he meant to you.

Emotion thickened the air. So much so that it felt like you couldn't breathe just right. Your hands slid from his cheeks delicately. You placed one at the nape of his neck while the other grabbed the top of his hair. "Jake, I don't think you even understand how much you mean to me."

Time stood still for a moment. Your eyes focused on each other, and the rest of the world ceased to exist.

"Y/n, I-" his eyes held something heavier. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something before deciding better of it. It almost looked like it cost him to try and get the words out. He gave up in a huff, and whatever was in his gaze, whatever he thought about, vanished. Some part of you wanted to push him, to ask, but tonight had been a rollercoaster enough. You could let it go for now. He pulled you in for another hug before releasing you a little.

"So, now that we've established that you are not a burden." he started softly.

"And that this is in no way your fault," you added with a grin.

He rolled his eyes, "Uhm. Can you tell me what you actually need? I can stay here with you if you want."

You felt a pang of your old fears scratch at your heart, but you let them all go in one breath. "I would very much like that."

You tucked yourselves in bed for the second night in a row. You hesitated to turn off the light, but always so observant, Jacob assured you it didn't bother him to keep it open. You lay side by side in silence. You were focused on becoming familiar with the ordinary and hazardous sounds an old house made at night when Jacob started to whisper.

"I know you think you aren't as fearless as us, but I can assure you everyone in our tribe thinks you are the bravest person they've ever met. Not many people would feel comfortable hanging out with a bunch of new werewolves."

"Brave or totally crazy," you added while making a wicked-looking face. His eyes disappeared in his bright smile, and you wished you could snap a picture of it.

"No, but really, you're the only one who stayed by my side all throughout my phasing process. No matter how dangerous it was for you. If that's not the definition of bravery, I don't know what is." He turned pensive again while his gaze darkened.

You unwillingly recalled the phasing process of Jacob. All the terrible memories flashed before your eyes. His screams of pain still rang in your ears. You remember distinctly every time you wished to take his place. If you could have taken away some of his pain, you would have in an instant. The least you could do was stay by his side no matter what. You had to fight with Billy and the rest of the pack, but in the end, even they couldn't keep you away. No one could have.

You slid into his arms, and his body tensed under the new touch before quickly relaxing to envelop you in a tight embrace.

"I would never leave you alone," you mumbled in his chest. "I know you like to have this strong and impressive appearance, but inside, you're still the same little Jacob I've always known. I know you need me."

You lightly pressed your lips onto his chest and nuzzled farther into him. Fireworks were exploding in the boy's chest as he returned the gesture with a kiss on your head.

"And Jake?"

"Uhm?"

"Don't think I didn't notice you wanted to tell me something important earlier. For tonight, it's okay, but we'll have to talk about that."

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cooganbegs-blog · 11 months

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The first of a few legs of the journey down.

HBA - MEL

4am wake up. Despite setting my alarm, getting up at 4am regularly with Loki meant I beat the alarm by a few seconds! Took him out and stood in the freezing dark while he did his doggie ablutions. His cortisone tablets means he is drinking enormous amounts and peeing correspondingly! 10pm, 1am and 4am. Such is the state of my mind currently I rarely get back to sleep so by the time the 6am alarm normally goes off, I switch it off and get a precious extra hour of sleep. It being winter and a long ways south it’s still dark until well after 7am, so sleeping in is possible.

Tried not think of this goodbye with Loki as a final goodbye. He did his normal stretching and upside down, “Please scritch my stomach” act, which I obliged.

I’m back frantically making pacts with the gods (those capricious fucks). If they just take some pity and let him still be there when I get back….I’ll what? Be a good girl? How many of these daily trades did I do as a kidlet, except it was more along the lines of, if I’m reeeeeally good, please make him not be angry today, if I volunteer and do extra washing up, will he be in a good mood….I’ll give up my chocolate ration if he just doesn’t lose his shit. And no surprises there, the big G god I begged for pity back then showed no mercy, so I’m not holding my breath now.

So a long, slow drive through the dark peering through the defogging windscreen to avoid the crowds of possums and pademelons hopping across the road.

The first airport lounge. A long weekend of Dark Mofo means it’s heaving at 5am, so un-Hobart like! I’m already grumpy, possible even a tad surly. I’ve spent the past few days wrestling with the huge decision of whether to checkin my little carryon bag of keep it as carryon. I have six hours in Melbourne and it was the thought of having to haul that thing around every time I wanted to pee, get a drink, get something to eat that tipped the scales. The downside of travelling alone, no one to watch your bags while you go pee. And I always have a morbid fear of getting human excrement on my luggage when in airport toilets!! Humans are fucking grots, I don’t trust them where shit it concerned!!!

However, I am unfailingly polite and friendly to airport staff. While I can’t remember the exact words, a good friend once said (words to the effect) that being nice to those that service us sets the civilised from the uncivilised and this does not spare those with money and means! In fact it’s generally those who should know better who don’t do better. So thanks to my egalitarian friend I am always on my best behaviour even when tired, coffee-less and struggling with the thought of never seeing Loki again.

Vast crowds of hipster, blowins from the mainland means I can’t sit and sob. What is I never see Loki again, and fuck I’m dreading the next few days.

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navegandoaciegas · 4 years

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five more minutes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: secret relationship, general smut warnings, explicit language, 18+ please.

Summary: Three times when all you wish for is five more minutes of time with Bucky. AKA, dating co-stars is complicated, and that’s why you chose to keep your relationship a secret.

A/N: I wrote this for @wxntersoldiers ‘s 6k AU writing challenge and I chose Actor!AU. I hope you like this! English is my third language so please forgive any mistakes. Also I tried to make a moodboard but I’m not artistically inclined so...

Five more minutes is all you could ask for every time the clock strikes 7AM and Bucky has to rush out of bed, silky sheets tangling up his legs, tripping over his own feet as he scrambles to put on a t-shirt that he hopes your smell doesn’t linger on; in the darkness he stumbles on the shoes you’ve thrown away in a haste to get undressed, and curses you for drawing the blinds at night before finally sneaking out your hotel room with a whispered ‘see you on set’. Groggy like you always are in the morning, you wait with bated breath for him to text you he’s back in his, unseen by the rest of the cast and crew that swarm the place at 8, your secret safe another morning, before falling back asleep.

All you want is five more minutes of his chestnut hair sprawled over his pillow, his soft snores and jerky legs, his prosthetic arm weighting on your waist and warmth radiating off of him that compensates for his blanket hogging tendencies.

“Just five more minutes.” he grumbles when the alarm goes off, the same thing he says every morning, the same four words he used to say everyday back in school; just like his mother would drag him out of bed anyways, ignoring his pleads, so do you.

Turning around you press sweet kisses on his forehead and graze his stubble covered cheeks.

“We don’t have five minutes.”, you whisper, “Makeup and hair is coming in an hour.”

Bucky groans in annoyance and buries his face deeper in the pillow, mumbling something about wanting to stay with you all day.

Five more minutes is not too much to ask for, and today you decide that the planet could stop spinning on its axis and time could freeze, all for a little more time together before you have to face the reality of your relationship.

Fleeting moments, longing looks, lingering touches: a small price to pay to keep the rest of the world from poking and prodding your love, questioning your motives, twisting and warping reality until your unadulterated feelings are but a publicity stunt, until one is an abusive asshole and the other is a serial cheater, and what was once a safe haven becomes the source of all pain and insecurities.

But in the darkness of your hotel room, in your little oasis of peace, you’re not a clandestine affair, but a precious secret that’s worth keeping, and all that matters is you and him; there’s no shouting paparazzis, no nosey interviewers, no assuming public, just you and your sweet kisses, Bucky and his delicate touches.

His hands roam over your body, goosebumps spreading behind his soft caresses, heat pooling in your core when he kneads the flesh of your thighs and ass, nipples stiffening when his teeth graze them.

Five more minutes, and maybe a little more, is all you ask for, just enough time for you to explore his body, tug on his hair, nip his throat and kiss your way downward, careful not to leave any sign of your love, no mark of your sweet possessiveness.

Five more minutes of his tongue delving in your glistening folds, his long fingers circling your bud, of you bucking your hips to meet his thrusts until he’s buried deep inside you, and the burn of him stretching you gives way to pleasure.

Your head is yanked back when he pulls on your hair, his cock sliding in and out of you as your clit keeps rubbing on the sheets, his hips hitting your ass as he fucks you into the mattress. You squeeze your eyes shut and bite the pillow to muffle the moans and screams erupting out of your mouth.

Your walls clench around him and you feel your orgasm near, pleasure shooting from your core to the rest of your body, toes curling and mind hazy; Bucky follows close behind, his cock swelling as he snaps his hips harder and faster, until he spills inside you, hot release filling you so much you come too, clamping down on him and milking every last drop he gives you.

These moments as you recover from the explosion in your bodies, these adoring looks when you bask in the aftershock of pleasure, these rare cuddles after making love to you: you don’t get them often. And as most beautiful things in life, they’re not meant to last.

A knock at your door bursts your loving bubble and jolts you back to reality, the harsh reminder of not being able to scream your love at the top of your lungs hitting you like a freight car.

“I got you breakfast.” announces the faint voice of Peter, your PA May’s nephew, the college kid who runs errands for you, brings you coffee and holds your purse when you’re out shopping, the same kid people speculate you’re hooking up with about any time he’s photographed with you, the same way you’re rumored to be sleeping with half of Hollywood.

You and Bucky both sigh, knowing those five more minutes you wish for are delayed yet again, and now you’ll have to find a way to successfully sneak him out of your room.

🎬

Blissfully unaware is how you’d describe the people in your life, always so close to finding out, to walking in on you doing something you’re not supposed to, and yet so far away from the truth, so painfully oblivious that they could never even suspect anything.

Their blindness makes you delirious with excitement: your love is only yours, you don’t have to share it with anyone else, because you don’t want to, because you’re greedy and selfish like that and because holding hands under the table, sneaking kisses between takes when no one is watching, fucking in the trailers with the door ajar because you secretly want to get caught, is the rush of energy you never knew you needed to feel alive, the fix of adrenaline you can’t live without.

Heated touches, swollen lips, rough hands on your body, open mouthed kisses. Panting, moaning, crying. Fuzzy hair on your sensitive nipples, strong legs between your own. Rough sand underneath you, the sound of the waves that beat on the shore in your ears.

He looks so beautiful under the orange Hawaiian sunset, red faced and disheveled, hair sticking everywhere, his hard length pressed against your core. You feel warmth inside you when he looks at you, when he grazes your skin with soft caresses, when he peppers your neck with kisses. Your heart is beating out of its cage and-

“And, cut!” Pepper, the director, shouts at the top of her lungs, interrupting the magic of the moment, “You guys did amazing!”

The crew starts packing as Pepper congratulates you, praising your ‘great on screen chemistry’, the kind she’s never seen before, and the realism of each of your touches and looks. You wish you could say you’re that good of an actress, but the truth is when Bucky touches you the rest of the world disappears, you’re not Karina and he’s not Oliver. It’s just the two of you, and sometimes you have to stop yourself right before moaning his name instead of Oliver’s.

That night he’s in your room again before a movie premiere you’ve both been invited to, with a nicely packaged pink bag, “A gift.” he says holding it up to you, “Wear this tonight. Don’t worry, I washed it before.”

Absolutely not, is the first answer you give when you unwrap the white tissue paper around the present, but as always Bucky manages to be too convincing for your own good: the promise of all the things he can do with his tongue if you behave like a good girl is all it takes for you to change your mind.

At the premiere, you wear the vibrating panties like he’s asked of you.

It’s humiliating in the best way possible the way he smirks watching from afar how you squirm every time he controls the vibration so it’s high enough that you feel an orgasm near, but not fast enough that it seems achievable, a sweet torture he’s subjecting you to as you slowly rub your aching core on the seat whilst struggling to keep a straight face when people talk to you. You’ll both look back to the pictures taken tonight and remember what you were hiding. It’s your dirty little secret, the glances you steal, his hand controlling the device in your panties and increasing the speed every time a man dares talk to you. You’re going out of your mind, desperate to lose control and aware you can’t do that.

Bucky tries to entertain this interviewer who’s flirting with him, but all he can concentrate on is your thighs clenching and your face glistening in a fine sheen of sweat. He sends you a look, and you don’t even need words or gestures to get up from your seat and head straight to the restrooms where he’ll be meeting in enough time that it won’t seem suspicious.

After all, you’ve perfected the art of sneaking around.

When you get out of the stalls and back to your seat, eyes half lidded and lips swollen, Natasha smiles, completely oblivious to what just went down in the bathrooms, and the idea adds to the pulsing ache between your legs.

Outside, bodyguards part the crowd, flashing lights blind you, loud voices overwhelm you. You make your way through the shouting paparazzi and fans that ask questions you dread to answer. One day you will, likely on some scripted talk show, reading a speech May will have prepared off the teleprompter.

“Fans have been speculating about you and Barnes dating, can you tell us more?”

“There’s been talks about a whirlwind romance between the two of you, both on screen and off.”

One day you will.

You smile at the cameras, joke with interviewers. Bucky spots you from afar and smiles when your eyes lock together.

Surrounded by hundreds of people or on a desert island, underneath the bright lights of Hollywood or in the darkness of the trailers where you’ve fallen in love, all that matters is him and you.

One day you will, but not today. Today you need five more minutes. Today your secret is still yours, your love is only yours, and you have no intention of sharing.

🎬

You never ask for much, never wish for the moon; you just want five minutes of peace and quiet, five minutes where paparazzi don’t follow you around like hungry hyenas, where you can grab lunch with an old friend and not have journalists speculate about your love life as you eat.

“So, who is it this time?” Bucky asks in a monotone voice, hands rubbing sunblock on your shoulders.

“Quentin Beck.” you reply drily, scrolling through your Instagram feed. It was Bucky last time, Carol Denvers before him, among an endless list of actors and models.

He hums, “How long?”

“Couple of weeks, maybe months? Who knows.” you shrug, sipping on a margarita, contemplating the beauty of Tony’s private island. Your eyes are met with a horizon of endless blue, sky and ocean fusing into one, resembling Bucky’s eyes; white sand burns the soles of your feet, and a gentle salty breeze blows his hair.

TMZ reports rumors of you sneaking out of Beck’s hotel room in the early hours of the morning, hours you spent blissfully asleep on Bucky’s chest.

“Not me, I didn’t realize you were dating someone else.” he deadpans, unfolding the beach chair and sitting on it, only for it to collapse on itself, sending him ass first on the ground.

You can’t help the ugly but heartfelt laugh that escapes you at the sight of your hunky boyfriend folded in half, and you only laugh out more when he glares at you.

“I bet you’d help Beck out if he fell on his ass.” he grumbles, struggling to get up.

“I would because he’s my boyfriend, apparently.” you giggle.

The look in Bucky’s eyes would make anyone cower in fear, but you can’t decide whether it turns you on or amuses you. One moment you’re laying on the beach and the next thing you know, Bucky’s hauled you on his shoulder, prosthetic arm keeping you in place as he rushes to the shore.

The ocean is surprisingly warm and calm, much like his eyes. Forehead against yours, he holds you up so you’re clinging to him like a koala, and you both sway along the gentle waves.

You press your body onto his and he groans in your mouth when you slant your lips against his, kissing him possessively. Your hands are needy and desperate as they roam over his lean body, tug on his hair, reach in his swim shorts and palm his cock, and his touch is bruising on your thighs. You hiss at the stretch of him inside you, and your walls clamp down on him as he bounces you on his cock, grunting filthy promises and sweet praises into your ears.

While he makes love to you in the ocean, the sun kissing your skin and salt clinging to your bodies, you both moving in sync, the rest of the world is speculating on your love life, rumors spreading around like wildfire about who you might be dating, thousands of photos of you and Beck eating together, articles being written about your commitment issues. You wonder which one of your so-called friends would sell you out in a heartbeat, which one of the crew members would out your relationship with no hesitation if they knew.

And the fullness of him inside you and the sweet secret you two share like teenagers hopelessly in love are the biggest fuck you that you could think of.

You never ask for much, only for five minutes of bliss, and among the gentle waves of the ocean and underneath the scorching sun of the tropics, you finally got them.

🎬

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mess. [1/3] | seo changbin

pairing ↠ changbin x gn!reader genre ↠ typical chaotic roommates behaviour (humour + fluff) wc ↠ 1678 summary ↠ cleaning is the bane of changbin’s existence. luckily, you know just how to fix that. warnings ↠ a lot of swearing. a/n ↠ when will elon musk create a thing that automatically writes my stories when i half-ass a plot

read: MESS | mayhem (part two) | purify (part three)

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Changbin is, by all accounts, an absolute dumbass.

He could revise for an exam two hours before it started and ace it; he could bullshit his way through a 5k essay in thirty minutes with enough coffee, he could even rap to three Eminem songs, back-to-back, without breaking a sweat.

But God forbid he pick up his clothes from the floor, or wash a couple of the dishes.

No, Seo Changbin was above cleaning.

But he was an even worse chef, so, after hiding his phone, laptop, playstation controller and even a goddamn ipod, you picked up a plushie that had fallen to the floor - not Gyu, of course, because Changbin would throttle you if you touched his best friend - and whacked him with it until he woke up.

His futile attempts to push you away made you come down on him harder until he gave up, exclaiming, “I’m up, I’m up! What the hell, y/n?”

His eyes were barely open, his hair sticking up this way and that, and drool was drying on his chin - because he was no sleeping beauty. But at least he was sitting up - groaning into his hands, cursing the day you were born and every day since then, but more awake than he was two minutes ago.

“Get up, princess, you’ve got shit to do.”

“It’s too early to be alive right now,” he whined, “five more minutes?”

And, in true desperate-Changbin fashion, he pouted and gave you puppy dog eyes. One look at his face right now could bring the monarchy to their knees, and had you been some amateur you would’ve fallen for his anguish and caved in. Thankfully, you had roomed with him for two years and known him for three more, so you were more than prepared.

As soon as the words left his mouth, you lifted the plush still in your hand; his arms raised in defence, wait wait wait barely leaving his lips before you knocked the pout off his face.

“I hate you,” he grumbled, pulling back one corner of his spaceship duvet - because who the hell does astronomy if they don’t have cool starry shit in their room and they were cheap, “so, so much. I hope you know that.”

“Ditto, but it’s two in the afternoon, so get your fat ass up.” You dropped the plush on his lap before spinning around to leave his room.

He met you in the living room, pyjamas creased from sleeping for over ten hours, but right now that was the least of his concerns. Because you had prepared the cutest outfit for him.

A frilly purple apron hung from your hand and, with one glance at the smirk on your face, Changbin knew who it was for. “You’re gonna look super cute in that, y/n.”

“If only it was for me,” you grinned, tossing the clothing over him.

“Yeah,” he caught it, before throwing it back, “it ain’t for me either.”

“If you want your phone back, you’ve gotta wear it.”

His eyes narrowed at you, trying to call your bluff, but the easy smirk you wore had him groaning exasperatedly, snatching the apron from your outstretched hand.

“Hate you so much,” he muttered again, crossing his arms grumpily.

“C’mon, you look adorable!” He rolled his eyes and looked away from you, acting annoyed, but you took the opportunity to snap a picture of him. As soon as he realised what you had done, he jumped into action, trying to grab your phone but you locked it and slipped it back into your pocket. “If you do everything I say, I won’t send it to the others.”

He grit his teeth, battling between wrestling you for the phone or listening to you.

“I feel the need to remind you I still have your phone.”

He huffed out his anger, giving you the tensest smile ever before acquiescing. “Fine. Let’s do this shit.”

First order of business was clearing out his floor.

You dragged the hamper from the bathroom into his room and watched as he: picked up an article of clothing from the floor, sniffed it, pulled a what-the-hell-died-in-this face, threw it in the hamper, moved half a step forward and repeated the process. Sure, his floor would be clothesless if you helped him - or if he realised that he was disgusting and all of his clothes were dirty - but it was amusing to watch him get increasingly worried as the hamper started overflowing.

“Holy shit,” he sighed, finally done with job number one, “I didn’t even think I owned that many clothes.”

Task two was changing his bed.

You went to find him fresh sheets as he took the hamper back to the bathroom (because you didn’t trust him with running the washing machine unsupervised - he probably didn’t trust himself either).

When you returned, he was lying on his bed, playing on a goddamn Tamagotchi and the shriek you let out had him jumping off his bed.

“Where the fuck do you hide this shit?” You exclaimed, throwing the clean sheets at his face to wrench the device from his hands.

“Leave me alone,” he all but whined, pushing the bedding off his face to glare at you, “I’m tired of cleaning.”

“You’ve done shit all, Bin!”

“I’m baby.”

“Ugly baby,” you grumbled, stepping away from him, “Sheets. Now.”

He groaned, complying with your command, then cursing you further when he saw you playing on the Tamagotchi.

You were pretty startled he even knew how to change his sheets properly. You’d seen him eat an entire carton of ice cream without getting a brain freeze and yet he struggled to change his pillow case? Seo Changbin truly was an enigma.

Once his bed was set, wrinkles smoothed and duvet tucked in, Changbin turned to you with the most pleading look you think he’s ever conjured up. His eyes were practically begging for a break, hands clasped beneath his chin, but he crumbled when you grinned and said, “Vacuum time!”

He could actually see his floor now.

No more dust lingered between strewn textbooks and gone were the cobwebs hanging from the ceiling lights. His room was tidy - cleaner than the day he moved in - and, damn, was he proud of that. He had successfully cleaned his desk, his shelves, even his windowsill, and he left the window open because holy shit was he nose blind. How did you ever let him get to that state?

He was thankful you hauled his lazy ass out of bed so early, but he’d rather clean Jisung and Felix’s shared room - and he’d bet your life (never his own, of course) that their room was a dumpyard compared to his - than ever admit that to you.

You could tell he was grateful when he offered to order in take-away though.

Once dinner was over and done with, you slumped against the sofa, knackered.

“Why the hell are you so tired, huh?” He scoffed, swinging his legs over yours and leaning against the arm rest. “I did all the hard work.”

“You think it’s easy supervising your ass?”

He spluttered, shoving you as best as he could with his legs, “I’m a delight.”

“We’ll see about that tomorrow.” You replied and he raised a brow in question. “Tomorrow you’re cleaning the kitchen.”

“Bullshit,” he groaned, throwing his head back, “Tomorrow, I rest. Feel free to clean that shit up though.”

“Nope! But because you’ve been so good today, I’ll give you back your phone.” You moved his legs off of yours, stretching as you stood before making your way to your room. You tensed when he followed you, making you stop and turn back, “I think I’m capable of getting your phone without supervision, y'know?”

He scoffed, “I wouldn’t trust you with my life, and my phone is much more important.”

“Wow, okay. Just for that, I’m not getting it now.”

You thought that would work and make him argue with you but he simply shrugged, walking on, “I’ll find it myself then.”

“No!” You grabbed onto his wrist, pulling him back, “You can’t go into my room.”

“Why not? You got a shrine of me or something in there?”

“Ew, no. I just have, like, underwear out, y'know? Don’t be a pervert, Bin.”

He teasingly raised his eyebrows as soon as you said that and in the split second it took for you to roll your eyes, he dashed towards your door. Curse Chan for dragging Changbin to the gym because the muscle pig slipped out of your grip like butter.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit.”

You stuttered when you got to the door, trying to pull it closed, but he easily pushed through. “In my defence, I’ve been cramming revision for my exams and I haven’t-”

“I don’t give a damn,” he said, turning to you with a smirk so taunting the devil would quake in fear, “you fuckin’ hypocrite. Give me your phone.”

“I’ll give you your laptop too if you-”

His laugh cut you off and his steps forward forced you to move back. How was this the same man that woke up in robot pj’s with drool on his face?

“You’re waking up at 7am to clean that shithole and I’m gonna supervise your ass so hard you’re gonna-”

“Please, for the sake of all things holy, don’t finish that sentence off.”

“Fine. But get a good night’s sleep, sweetheart,” he grinned, patting your shoulder before taking a step back, “because tomorrow your ass is mine.”

Changbin had never slept more comfortably in his life, and that alone had you tossing and turning until your alarm buzzed at the dreaded time of 7am.

You thought of running to Hyunjin or Seungmin or even Jisung and Felix for safety, but after knowing Changbin for five years, you knew the man to be determined and ruthless when it came to revenge.

Changbin is, by all accounts, an absolute dumbass. But he’s also a man of his word.

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gravihtyk · 4 years

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What happened to my April 2020 Goals: My First Steps to Gaining Weight + My Goals for May 2020

For the month of April, I set three goals for myself:

1. To wake up in the morning each day.

My body clock has been pretty messed up since last year. I've always been a night owl, so when I was reviewing for SOA exam P, I got used to studying all through out the night and going to bed when the sun is almost up. I usually woke up at around 2 in the afternoon. I got enough of sleep and I got enough work done at night, but I missed pretty much most of the day and I felt like my days were going too fast. Last March, in the midst of quarantine and having no classes, I felt worse about my sleeping schedule. I thought waking up super late in the day made me unproductive and still left me feeling like I had no energy. I also felt like I was always running late especially when I had to meet a professor at school or needed to go to the bank. It also made me miss breakfast and lunch and even with that, I woke up not feeling hungry at all. I felt like I was losing weight again and I dreaded it. So I made myself wake up in the morning all through out April, still not early in the morning but at least before noontime, so I can do (and eat) more during the day.

2. To eat breakfast everyday.

As I've already mentioned, I kept skipping my breakfast because of my bad sleeping schedule before April. I know that breakfast literally means breaking your fast from sleeping, so any meal you eat after you wake up from a long sleep is your breakfast. But in March, I would wake up not feeling hungry at all so I didn't eat anything immediately and sometimes I didn't notice the time, it would already be dinnertime for my family and that's only when I would remember to eat. I was like doing intermitent fasting without even trying. I didn't get to eat 3 meals a day at all. I only ate twice and sometimes once a day, and it left me feeling so weak, all I wanted was to lay in bed all day. I often got headaches as well. So when April came, I told myself that I need to fix this problem if I wanted to gain weight. I have to eat after I wake up in the morning, fill my stomach with something and be energized for the day.

3. Eat 3 meals a day.

I realized that one reason why I did not feel hungry even when I missed meals was because I had no appetite. Even when I ate, even when the food used to be my favorite, even when it was so tasty, I could only eat a small amount. I told myself, this can't be. I have to eat a lot to gain weight. It had been like this for a long time now. I didn't get hungry after I woke up, I didn't get hungry when it was the usual time for a meal like during lunchtime. And I realized that it was because I wasn't always eating my meals on time and I kept missing meals. I did a lot of searches related to appetite on Google and Youtube and in every article or video that I read or watched, it was recommended to eat on a schedule so that your body gets used to it that when the time comes when you usually have a meal, you will feel hungry and you will have the appetite to eat. So I thought, I have to eat my breakfast, lunch and dinner on the usual times that most people eat them. But since I only made it a goal to wake up anytime before noon, I was content with setting around noon time as my breakfast time, anytime before evening as my lunch time and evening as my dinner time. I also only made myself eat 3 main meals even when it's usually recommended to eat more often throughout the day for weight gain (I eat some snacks too, I made myself a meal plan which I'll share to you soon!), because I thought that I might not be able to eat 4-5 meals a day since I was still used to eating twice a day, I might not be able to reach that goal. So I set a reasonable and achievable goal for myself.

The month had come to an end, it's actually already May 1st when I'm writing this, and I'm glad to say that I'd been pretty much consistent in working on my goals. I tracked my progress using the Habit app on my phone.

As you can see, I only really started getting consistent on April 12, because that was when I started my meal plan and I told myself that to be able to stick with my meal plan and eat everything in it, I had to wake up early to be able to eat my 3 meals, which were basically already my goals. I didn't do them every single day (some days I forgot to track them too 😅) but I'm already happy that I did them on MOST days. I also hadn't been waking as early as I wanted to. Although I didn't make it a goal to wake up early, I set my alarm clock at 9am every single day because to me that was an ideal time to wake up, but I just turn the alarm off and close my eyes again, promise to just get the dryness out of my eyes then I'll get up from my bed but I usually fall back to sleep. 😅 I'd get up right before noontime or when I wake up and it's past 11, I usually turn to my phone and check social media until it's way past noon and I'd only get up when I remember that I have a meal plan to stick to and goals to accomplish. It's been like that the past few days, but for the most days, I was successful in getting up before 10am.

There were days that I wasn't able to eat 3 meals, but note that what I consider my meals are the meals in my meal plan. So if I didn't eat the lunch that's in my meal plan because I got so full from the food that isn't in my meal plan that my mother gave me (like bananacue and boiled potatoes 🤤), then I skipped lunch even when there was an alternative. (Also, if you're Filipino, you know that any meal without rice is not considered a meal. 😂)

I was most successful in eating breakfast each day. There was just a day that I stayed too long in bed after waking up so I didn't consider that I ate my breakfast that day even when I did, a punishment for not getting up immediately. 😅

I'm honestly kind of still disappointed about myself for not doing all these every single day but as I've told myself before, this is enough. I have actually already made it a habit to wake up in the morning and eat my breakfast and I have an appetite and these are all that matters. My end goals are to wake up early and to eat my meals to gain weight, and I'm happy that I know I'm getting there already. I think what hugely contributed to my success is that I set achievable goals for myself. I didn't ask myself to wake up at 7am. I didn't ask myself to eat 6 meals a day. I didn't ask myself to gain these many pounds in a month. I made myself took baby steps instead of long strides that don't last that long because they're just very hard to do when you still have short limbs. I also looked for the root of my problems. I couldn't eat a lot so I couldn't gain weight, but that was because I didn't really have an appetite. I couldn't eat at least 3 meals a day, but that was because I wake up so late. So I worked on my appetite and getting up in the morning.

I've realized many things in the month of April and I'm definitely going to take those lessons with me through the month of May to be able to achieve my new goals.

For the month of May, I want to:

1. Wake up and get up from bed earlier, before 10am.

Having my lunch and dinner almost right after the other keeps my stomach very full and I feel uncomfortable. So I'd have to get up earlier so as to have more time in between my meals for my food to get digested properly.

2. Be more consistent in eating 3 meals a day.

I just hope I have all the foods and ingredients I need for my meal plan all the time. If that doesn't happen often, then I'd have to settle with alternatives, especially to my ulams, but I'll make sure I eat a full cup of rice every lunch and dinner.

3. Workout each day.

I know this might seem excessive but I want to try the 30-day ab workout challenge and see if it really works. Eating more food has me feeling bloated most of the time and I think doing ab workouts helps with that, so I'll try doing it everyday for 10-20 minutes. I'll also be dedicating alternate days for upper body and lower body workouts.

I hope to develop better habits this May and get nearer my goals. I also wish you success in your own journey, whatever that may be. Let's keep working hard and striving for the best for ourselves. 💕

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sevenseasofrog · 5 years

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Lads ‘n Lasses

pairing: highschool!ben x fem!reader

summary: single sex schools are never boring

word count: 2982

a/n: wagwan gs, this might not be to everyone’s taste but i’ll see how it goes, this is the first time i’ve imagined myself as the reader while writing ?? not as someone else reading it ?? it’s also set in a manchesterish sort of place bc i had a major mind block trying to write about anywhere else other than where i actually live ,, that probably sounds weird idk aha, it’s defo an au where ben basically is still in education and all sorts of chaos takes place as the year moves forward ,, anyway ,, enjoy !! if you have any questions or likewise feel free to send an ask bc i see how it could be semi confusing ,, love u all a lotta :) ❤️

here’s also some stuff that could make it less confusing (especially if you’re not familiar with lingo from north west england, i’ll maybe add to this with each new chapter that comes out :)

St. Mary’s/ Mary’s- the all girls school the reader attends, quite middle class and full of students who like to make drama for their own entertainment, strong focus on languages and arts

St. Peter’s/ St. Pete’s - the all boys ‘brother’ school to St. Mary’s, very laddish with a focus on sports and science

Niamh & Maria - the reader’s two closest and longest friends

Tram/Met - British version of an overground subway?

Shout - another word for a houseparty

Snide - unfair

Swear down - saying you are telling the truth

also, the reader and ben are between the ages of like 17 and 18ish, the whole thing isn’t very accurate to the uk school system but it works a little better like that so yall are gonna have to go with it aha

ps, this chapter is spilt in two bc i got very carried away when writing it and tumblr has a word limit, hmph. however, that does technically mean that i can say i’ve written two chapters not just one ?? go me !!

Chapter 1: September

4th of September, the night before a new term, new academic year and a nearly fresh start. Your last year at St Mary’s had not been something you were dreading so to speak, and now it was finally here. Thanks to upcoming exams, you only had a little over five months to get through before freedom, and eventually, a completely clean slate at a new, far less intimidating school environment. Anticipation building, you called it a night

6:15am. You woke up to the painful sound of your alarm clock, early morning sun peeking through the split between the curtains. Eager to silence the blaring noise you crawled out of the comfort of the duvet and hastily clicked the stop button in the centre of your phone screen. You made your way into the bathroom, careful not to wake your parents, brushed your teeth and quickly got undressed before stepping into the shower, letting the cool water run down your back without getting your hair wet, since you had it cut and washed yesterday afternoon. Slipping on your school uniform you caught eye of yourself in the mirror and decided that you had nothing to lose by putting on a little makeup, you had time after all. It was about 7am when you made your way downstairs, the house still quiet with only you awake. These mornings were the ones you liked best, just you and your own thoughts, with no one to bother you other than the dogs. It was still relatively warm during the September days so you chose to leave your jumper hung over a chair in the kitchen, putting just your blazer over your crisp, white blouse. Throwing an apple and cereal bar into your bag for later in the day, you figured that you might as well also pack some paracetamol and chewing gum for good measure, knowing it would come in handy eventually. You headed into the hallway to sit on the bottom step of the stairs to put your shoes on, tying the laces as tight as you possibly could, slung the black tote over your shoulder and grabbed your set of keys, which were usually on a hook which your dad had attached to the wall earlier in the year.

The walk to the tram stop was pleasant enough. There was no real breeze and you walked with your hands in you pockets to the beat of the music. Skipping down the steps to the platform to buy a ticket for the week, the change rattled in your pocket, and you had to cover it to stop anything flying out. Once you had finally managed to get the machine to produce a ticket after it spat out the coins you tried to use a few times, you spun round and walked towards the sheltered seats down the further end of the stop. It was only 7:45 by this stage and there were still very few people around. Missing the school rush was certainly worth it for you, and it also meant there was time to grab a coffee on the way to school with Niamh and Maria, who both got on at later stops anyway. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, deciding to text your parents, as you did every morning to let them know you were okay. You skipped a few songs before slipping your phone back into your pocket and looking up to examine your surroundings, following a good few weeks of not coming to the somewhat grimy metro stop, nothing had changed. The ground was still caked in chewing gum, graffiti littered the ticket machines, and the bin was, as ever, overflowing.

There was one thing different though, slightly odd too. A blonde haired boy who you had never seen before was stood on the opposite platform. Weird. It was then that you noticed he was in the uniform for St. Peter’s, with a backpack hung on one shoulder and a gym bag on the floor- grim move from the newbie. It suddenly hit you however. He was on the wrong platform, and could end up getting on a tram further into the city centre rather than away from it. God, this was awkward. You could leave him? it would be kind of funny? but also a bit snide.

No.

Don’t do that you told yourself. Deciding to ‘start the new term right’ you cleared your throat before shouting across

“You going to St. Pete’s mate?”

He looked up from the ground, obviously somewhat confused, checking to see whoever the person who had shouted was talking too. Luckily, this was quite easy, given that he then noticed that he was in fact the only person on the platform. You gave a wave and as friendly a smile as you could muster given it wasn’t even 8 o’clock yet, in a desperate attempt to get his attention, which just so happened to work.

“Um, yeah. Why?”

“Because given that you’re on the wrong platform, you’re gonna have a very hard time getting there”. His jaw dropped a little

“You are joking, right?”

“Nope!”, you popped the ‘p’, just for emphasis, “So... are you just gonna stand there like a lemon or change platforms then?”. He quickly picked his bag off the ground and jogged up the steps to the bridge. As he crossed you rolled the waistband of your skirt up, realising that you previously looked a little to nun-ish for your liking. By the time you had finished fixing up your appearance the mysterious blonde was plodding down the steps, towards you. Shit. Now what?

You had just about composed yourself by the time he reached you.

“Ben. Ben Jones” he spoke, before offering his hand to shake.

“You’re very proper aren’t you!?”, you thought out loud “guessing you're not from up here then hm? Name’s y/n l/n by the way, I go to St. Mary’s”, you said, trying to remain friendly.

“Yeah, moved up from Bournemouth at the start of summer. My parents wanted to come up here so I had a chance of getting some sort of sports scholarship or something for rugby, y’know, for uni and that”. He spoke with quite a low, quiet voice, but definitely had a southern accent that you couldn’t imagine going any time soon. Now he was stood nearer, you had managed to get a clearer picture of Ben; he was very well built and had the physique of a genuine sportsman, He wasn’t too tall- but still taller than you by a considerable amount. His facial features were mostly soft, although his nose looked like it could have been broken in past games and he had the most striking green eyes.

“Well, you’d have had a pretty difficult time getting anywhere if you were stuck in the centre of town.” you both let out a laugh.

“Honestly, I’m such a melt, only I could do that on one of the few days that being on time actually matters”. You broke eye contact momentarily to see that a tram was approaching.

“Right then” you said, stepping towards the edge of the platform. “We’re a bit early but I normally get a coffee anyway, you can come if you want? I mean, you don’t have to get this one if you don’t want but if you do then the offer’s there..” You trailed off, noticing that you had waffled on a bit.

“Aha, no it’s fine! I’d be happy to get this one, you’re literally the first person I’ve spoken to who’s like, my age so it’s not like I have anyone to wait for. Plus, I’ll probably get lost if you abandon me now.” He looked up with puppy dog eyes after picking his gym bag off the floor again.

Stepping on the tram, you decided to offer him your first piece of valuable advice; “Right… Well. If we’re gonna be mates I better give you the rules of the road up here”.

“Go on then, local expert”, he said with a smirk.

“First things first. Don’t put your bag on the floor. It’s crusty and makes you look like a gimp”.

“Noted”, he spoke as the pair of you sat on the grey seats.

“Second. Most of the boys are maniacs and the girls are awful bitches, I’d say that I’d help you figure out who’s who but you’ll probably be able to decide for yourself”.

“Hm, you’re really selling it to me. The brutal honesty is a nice touch”. You gave a playful punch to the side of his arm, with a grin smeared across your face.

“Swear down mate, you’ll thank me later for this though.”

The journey passed in a flash, the pair of you talking like friends reunited. You learnt that he had a beagle named Frankie, lived not too far from you, he played rugby for teams but also enjoyed drama and music.

“You’re quite the character aren’t you! can’t say I took you for a performing arts kinda guy”

“Well… What kind of person did you take me as then, all knowing-y/n”

“Well Ben from Bournemouth.. that would be telling wouldn’t it, I can tell you however that this is our stop though”. You both stood up, grabbing your bags and heading for the doors of the carriage. You had a text from Niamh and Maria earlier on in the journey saying they’d be late and there was no point waiting for them, so you carried on the walk alone with Ben.

“If I left you here right now, would you have any clue where to go?” you questioned, genuinely intrigued.

“Erm.. no… I would have to stand around for a bit and hope someone takes pity on me”

“What about google maps though??”

“Hmm.. Let’s just say that there’s a reason I don’t take geography”

The coffee shop was about the same distance from the tram stop as is was from school, and it was about 20 past 8 when you pushed open the door with a small chime. It was a cosy little café, situated on the corner of the market street with wicker chairs outside and brown leather sofas inside. You never stayed in however, much preferring to enjoy whatever you brought during the rest of the walk to school. Today was a latte day, no questions asked. You liked to rotate throughout a few different drinks, depending on your mood. Ben stood close by as you explained how you’d most definitely be on black coffee by this time next week, but you might have the odd pumpkin spiced latte as September moved into October, just for novelty really. He gave out a small chuckle,

“You really are in a league of your own aren’t you? I’ve known you like an hour and I’m convinced you hold the secrets of the universe or some shit”. You liked Ben. He was good company and you had a fair bit in common;

“and what if I did hold the secrets of the universe huh?”

“I’d use the black market to sell you to a looney philosopher somewhere or other and make myself some fat stacks.” You both doubled over in complete hysterics. Would it be weird to say that you’d never bonded so quickly with someone? yeah, probably you thought, brushing the idea away quickly. Your giggle fit was quickly broken up however when the barista announced that your drink was ready, you fished the loose change out of your pocket and handed it over moments later,

“keep the change mate” you said politely, turning on your heel towards the door once again.

“You really are quite the angel aren’t you?” the boy walking next to you said “ooooo, keep the change mate, I’m y/n and I am the source of all life and joy” he mocked.

“You know it blondie”, you retorted with a smirk.

You had walked a fair deal further, now following the main road and considerably nearer to school when Ben reached into his inside pocket .pulling out a cigarette and lighter. You silently watched out of the corner of your eye as he held the stick in his mouth and lit one end, he inhaled deeply before taking it from between his lips to exhale. Before his could bring his hand back up however, you plucked it from his fingers and drew a breath from it yourself before throwing it down and stamping on it. Ben simply stood with his mouth hung open looking dumbfounded. “Whoa steady on...What the fuck was that about then? Oh… and for the record, you owe me a cig now!”, he spoke with a tone of shock mixed with annoyance

“Boo-Hoo”, you spoke back, “But neither of us can have a first day back if we get excluded before we even get to school you dimwit. There’s teachers stood by the traffic lights down there”, you pointed further down the pavement. “See for yourself if you want…” you trailed off. Ben looked a little guilty, realising that he could have got you both in a good deal of trouble,

“Ah, Right, Okay… Sorry about that..”

“Don’t worry about it. Honestly. It’s fine, you’re new! You’ve got a lot to learn still”, you gave him a reassuring smile, but you could tell that he still felt a twinge of regret.

The pair of you carried on the walk in a comfortable silence, and as you approached St. Peter’s a thought struck you. “Right. After school, wait for me here, I don’t really want you being lost in a new town stuck on my conscience all night”

“How noble of you, Miss y/l/n! How will I ever repay you for this selfless act of charity!” He exaggerated, running his hands through his hair as he spoke.

“We’ll have to see about that one won’t we, I guess”, You hitched your bag back onto your shoulder properly. Before he turned into the courtyard of his new school he grabbed your arm,

“Wait a minute... you give off way too much chaotic energy for things to run smoothly. What’s your snap or your number or something incase something goes horribly wrong” He spoke again, with a slight twinkle in his eyes.

“Hm, go on then, I’ll give you my number then you can just add me on snapchat with it too if you really want. Two birds with one stone ‘n all that”, you reached into your bag and pulled out a pen. “Gimmie something to write on, chop chop matey!” you spoke hurridley, realising that you only had 10 minutes before you needed to be sat down in your first registration of the academic year. In a panic, he stuck out his hand, and you began to scribble down the first few digits.

“Fucking hell! I thought you were writing it down not tattooing it!”, he took in a sharp breath.

“Hm.. What.. Wait! Shit, sorry.. I’m a bit heavy handed”. You finished writing the numbers down with a conscious attempt not to press quite so hard and then threw the pen back into your bag.

“Aight then, I’ll see you later yeah?” He looked up at you,

“See ya later lemon boy”. You shot another smile before continuing on a few meters further down the path and approached the gates of St. Mary’s.

Hello old friend, you thought before taking a deep breath and turning into the school, with no way out for the next few hours at least. You stepped hurriedly through the labyrinth of corridors before reaching the room where you’d be registered. Throwing your bag onto your usual desk you could feel two sets of eyes on you.

“y/n l/n, You have some explaining to do! go on then, who’s the boy?” Niamh began, a devilish grin on her face.

“Gimme a second to sort my life out yeah? I just need to get my bearings then you can interrogate me”, you spoke, followed by a heavy sigh. After you put your bag in your new locker you returned to the desk where you were greeted by your long time friends once again. “Wait a minute, how do you even know? started hiring government spies or some shit?”

“Erm, no. But that’s quite a good idea actually. If you’re that desperate to know, Lewis sent me a message asking if you’d got a boyfriend over summer..” You let out a scoff before Maria could continue. “He still really likes you ya know?”

“Yes mum, I do know, you remind me most days” You all let out a laugh, attracting some attention from the neighboring tables.

“We’re off topic, you still need to explain yourself and we have like, 3 minutes until the bell goes” Niamh interrupted, she had always been the most conscious member of the group, as much as both you and Maria hated to admit.

“Right, I’ll keep it simple. I was at the met stop and he was stood on the wrong side so I told him to switch otherwise he’d never make it to school then he told me that his name’s Ben and he’s new and he’s in our year and then we got on the tram and then we went to get coffee then he decided he wanted a smoke and then I told him off and then we got to school and then I told him I’d meet him after school then I walked into school and now I’m here with you two” You barely paused for breath and gasped before either of your friends could continue, both of them looking shocked and rather confused.

“Right. You can explain that all again later in a bit only at least 76 times slower. ok? thanks? nice” is all Maria managed to respond before the door swung open and your teacher walked in...

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Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. Right now. Brutally, horribly, bloody. Just do it.

(Right now? Brutally, horribly, bloody?

Oh Vergil.

Don’t you know you don’t deserve that?)

“You can’t be serious…” Was Vergil’s first words when he finally woke, peering around a clean cold room, sterile, the scent of rubbing alcohol, his body sunk into a massive bed, at least three needles in his arm, and five wires sticking out of him in total.

“Oh, I’m being serious.” Dante is sitting in the light of the window, arms folded, body leaned back.

Vergil lifted his head, an ache passing through his whole spine as blood rushed down from his head and he practically fainted right there. The blackout lasts a couple seconds. When Vergil wakes, Dante is holding his head up a bit telling him. Don’t overdo it.

It takes Vergil a good long while to figure out what happened before this. He finally recalled sparring with Dante, not for any good reason, honestly when was there? And then he recalled waking up here.

Dante has to fill him in on the part where – with no real serious attack from Dante – Vergil’s mouth just started filling up with blood until he vomited it on the ground. Where no matter how hard he shook Vergil, or even slapped him around, Vergil did not seem to respond. How Vergil looked like a corpse. How his eyes didn’t even shut.

Dante left out the part where he started panicking for help. Someone. Anyone. He leaves out the part of literally picking up Vergil and just running to the emergency room because knows how to get there, he’s been there before, just never for himself, and certainly never for his brother.

When they had to cut Vergil out of his coat, his body seemed to tell some horrific story.

There was stab wounds that looked ancient. Like they hadn’t healed in years. Not oozing or festering, but they didn’t close up, just hardened over scabs. His body has long cracks that branch out like a fractal tree, occupying his skin on his arms, on his feet, on his neck, around his chest.

He looked like he’d been rotting for years.

Now that he was awake, it would be a perfect time to yell at him, scold him for hiding this, for acting like it wasn’t happening.

But that would be foolish.

Because Dante would have to pretend that he didn’t notice either.

That the years slipped by and the way Vergil moved wasn’t slowly changing. That Vergil used Yamato like a cane more than a weapon. That maybe he had a hand in this, that maybe Vergil didn’t even eat when he barely bothered in the first place, that Vergil was spending more time alone and buried in a book than he used to, that Vergil wasn’t struggling to do simple things. That Nelo Angelo wasn’t just trauma – that it wasn’t a misery of the body – that this wasn’t a side effect of a now 30 year long ongoing struggle.

He’d have to pretend this was a surprise.

The only surprise was that it was happening now.

He puts Vergil’s bed up, letting him sit up since Vergil cannot seem to really bring his body up the way he wants. Vergil doesn’t really seem to process what Dante is saying. Like talking to a wall. Maybe even a wall would react more.

The way the doctor put it is like a stab to the throat.

“I would tell you how long he’s got, but I’ve never really seen anything like it… I don’t even know how he’s alive now.”

They are different. They are not human. They are not demon. There is nowhere for a hybrid to be. There is no place for them to go. No book for them to read. No person for them to speak to. Even if Eva and Sparda were here now – and by now, he’s not sure Eva would be, although he knows damn well Sparda would (which is not what he wants, but that’s hardly the issue) – they would have no way to understand this. Eva was human. Sparda was demon.

Not even their parents would know what they are going through. Even when just the two of them were together. They had always been alone.

“When you can complete a physical therapy test, you can go home. It’ll be tomorrow.”

“That’s a way to test if human’s are strong enough to go home.”

“Well that’s what you are.” The nurse said it so matter-of-factly.

Dante looked at Vergil, surprised to see him stunned to silence.

After all this time, it was this that finally hit him. She continues to explain but Dante can see the look on Vergil’s face means he’s checked out. He’s sure if he had the strength, he’d throttle the nurse for even insinuating that’s what they are.

The rest of the day Vergil just remains the same. Stunned silence. No matter how much talking Dante does, he gets an eyeroll, a little sigh, but not a word. When visiting hours are over he tells his brother to go to sleep, he tells him in the morning he can order whatever he wants and this hospital had surprisingly good breakfast.

Dante couldn’t sleep that night. He stays awake all night staring at the clock.

Visiting hours open at 8am.

Dante sits there with his boots on the desk since 10pm when he got home.

Maybe at 12am he gets up to get a glass of water. He doesn’t drink much of it.

Blue light of dawn starts to filter in at 5:30.

At 7am he gets a phonecall.

“Devil May Cry… sorry, we’re not open today.” Dante tells the phone and is about to hang up when he hears someone.

“Mr. Eva?”

The name freezes him.

He forgot the hospital records had him under that name.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“Oh. Um. We need to talk to you. It’s about your brother.”

“Okay. I’m listening.” Dante replied.

“… Somewhere about half an hour ago, the nurses got an alarm that his EKG flatlined.”

Dante’s whole body fills with dread.

Tell me it happened.

Tell me it happened and I wasn’t there for him.

Tell me it happened and I couldn’t hold him.

Tell me it happened and I hadn’t even said goodbye.

“Okay.” Is all Dante says, cutting off the speaker.

“–Well, what happened was the machine disconnected because he ripped out the cords. We found a lot of blood around the window, and broken glass and– it looked like he jumped.”

Dante nearly dropped the phone on the floor.

Of course he would.

Of course he’d rather.

“But we can’t find his body.”

Dante felt something kick him in the gut.

“I’m so sorry sir. I don’t know what happened. We’re calling to ask if he is with you. If not, we’ll contact the police–”

“No.” Dante snapped. “I know where he is. I’ll go get him.”

“I’m terribly sorry sir.”

“No. I’m the one who’s sorry.” Dante slammed the phone down and threw his coat on before he headed out.

The hospital was not that far, out of town, it was in the countryside. There was a forest around the area. The building was quiet and calm and a good place to heal. Dante stands outside the rows of windows that Vergil’s room was at. He can see on the third floor the broken one, and the trail of blood that runs down it to the second and first floor windows. Everyone is standing around.

There’s a trail of blood in the grass, and it leads into the forest.

Dante doesn’t really go in far before he finds him.

Vergil is laying in hiding the underbrush. Dante knelt before him, catching the heavy scent of Vergil’s blood before anything else.

Vergil is wheezing. His ribs are cracked, his air leaks out of his body. He’s got a broken leg, his knuckles are covered in blood and broken glass, and Dante sees he’s got a nice shard of glass, about nine inches long, tapering to a fine point, and he’s sliced it across his own throat a couple times.

“Dante–” For all his pathetic weakness, he uses every ounce of strength to throw himself on his brother, and squeezing, pushes the glass into Dante’s hand, slippery with blood.

“Kill me. Kill me I cannot take this a second longer – kill me before I kill you–”

Oh… how those words have no weight anymore.

Dante grabs the glass and shatters it on the trunk of a tree.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” Dante snarled at him, and picked Vergil up like he was nothing, and held his broken body close. “I thought you were fucking dead!”

“Kill me!” Vergil isn’t even explaining himself anymore, he doesn’t want one, he doesn’t deserve one, he just wants this over with. “You should’ve done this years ago – I should’ve – fuck…” Vergil is panting hard, and Dante realized he was squeezing his brother’s side to his body. He pulled him away so his broken ribs weren’t getting any more damaged.

Dante held his brother. Held him like a mother holding her child, and Vergil felt so light, it was like carrying one. He just holds Vergil limp and gentle as he can, hugging him to his body.

Vergil choked. Dante worried that he was going to puke blood again, and held him upright so that he wouldn’t choke on it. But no. That’s not what he choked on. A sob broke free.

“The Yamato… will not come to me…”

Dante stands completely still, holding his brother in the forest, and looking around at the emptiness. The sunlight was dappled by the leaves of the trees. Glistening on their faces.

Vergil is shaking.

“I tried to call it… I want it… I just… I was going to...” How broken and uneloquent Vergil is now, when his voice is choking with emotion, and his sobs break half his sentences. “I was going to let it kill me… but it wont come to me.”

“Maybe it’s trying to save its wielder’s life.” Dante huffed.

“I am worthy of it no longer…”

“Don’t make shit up.” Dante barked. He doesn’t recall that Yamato asking people to be worthy of it. He also doesn’t recall the Yamato’s blade not responding to Vergil. He doesn’t bring up either of those thoughts.

“You’re going back in the fucking hospital. If you break out again, I’m breaking your other leg. Do you understand?”

Vergil takes that another way. Dante is not listening to him about Yamato. Dante is not listening. Vergil quickly stops sobbing, and just goes despondent.

They put him on the first floor. He can’t even begin to try to physical therapy test, because his broken leg and ribs. Vergil lashes out at everyone, and by the end of the day, he’s gone catatonic. Dante agreed to sleep over at the hospital, and keep a watch on Vergil because he was so unstable. Vergil is still catatonic. Dante doesn’t even bother trying to annoy him awake.

Vergil doesn’t eat. The hospital staff gets on Dante’s case about it, so he sits there on the bed with Vergil, and tries to convince Vergil to eat – which turns into him eating Vergil’s food just so the hospital will shut up.

“You’re not going to get better like this.” Dante huffed, shoving a spoon through a plastic cup of jello. Dante doesn’t expect a response, but he sees Vergil shift, and his glazed over, veiny, tired eyes, bore a hole in Dante’s head.

“… I’m going to die here.”

It’s the first thing he’s said in three days.

After he finally speaks again, he starts to move around a bit. His hybrid body has healed his broken leg, but it has taken such a ridiculous amount of his energy Vergil is rarely awake, and rarely doing anything. In the middle of the night, when the pain starts to flare up, when the Underworld and the Human world start to meet because of the shift; in those hours, those witching hours, around midnight to 3am, Vergil wakes up and gasps, and begs Dante once again to kill him, begging, bribing, pleading.

You’re my brother. How could you do this to me? How could you let this happen to me?

Dante knows tonight is the same goading into death, and his words only mean what’s happening now… but Dante feels like Vergil is asking him about everything. Dante thinks on those words after Vergil goes back to sleep. How could you let this happen to him?

Dante sits there by the window, waiting until he’s sure Vergil is asleep, and waiting for his moment to be alone, and he curls up in the light of the moon and starts to cry.

After a lot of breaking down, Dante thinks they’ve finally just settled into this, that they’ve accepted what is happening. Vergil nibbles at food at least once a week, and the hospital… well, the hospital never stops reminding them of the truth, but they’ve always been good at dodging the truth regardless.

Dante brings food from home, and the staff is fine with it, so long as Vergil could just eat something. He makes Vergil a strawberry sundae, although it’s a little melted by the time he’s got the container to his room. He doesn’t help Vergil feed himself because his battered pride has already taken enough. He just opens the container and sets it down.

“Here. It’s a sundae.” Dante said, holding it out to him.

Vergil stared at the mix of red and white. He stares for a while, and glanced up at Dante. Dante has brought his own sundae, and after some struggling, Vergil finally does pick up a spoon and carry a spoonful of the thing to his mouth.

They eat. It’s silent for a bit.

Vergil set the spoon down. “… When I die, bury me at home, in the garden.”

“Yeah, finish your sundae first.”

A roll of Vergil’s eyes, and smirk from Dante, they laugh. Any moment they can bring themselves to laugh is a well needed respite from everything happening around them – and in the end, for Dante, hadn’t it always been that way?

“Sir, you can’t do that in here.”

Dante stepped into the room to find Vergil sitting by the window. It’s the first time he’s actually seen Vergil out of bed in a while. He’s in his hospital gown, leaning his head out the window, with a lit cigarette in his mouth.

Of course, word got out that Vergil was ill, and Kyrie had sent a gift basket from everyone, it had fruit and snacks and flowers and get well soon cards and drawings from the orphans that Kyrie hoped would cheer them both up. Nero had packed some other things as well, he also delivered it, and it seemed Nico had left Vergil some cigarettes and a bunch of other stupid things, condoms, liquor, and her card said nothing more than ‘Kicking the bucket already? Well then live a little!’

Of course, Dante failed to tell them he was, in fact, dying, so her card only seemed that much more distasteful. It’s probably because of that that Vergil likes her gift more than anyone else’s.

No pity.

That’s all he wants.

“I got him.” Dante coaxed the nurse to leave.

They stood their ground. “Sir.” They tell Vergil. “It is against the hospital rules to smoke inside here.”

“What’s it going to do?” Vergil asked. “Kill me?”

The nurse furrowed her brow.

“It’s not about you.” She said. “Everyone can be affected. Some patients here have weak lungs. You can get them killed.”

Vergil turned just to give the woman a look.

Dante knows what the look means. Something along the lines of ‘do you really think I care if I take some people down with me?’ It’s probably the most Vergil has ever looked like himself.

“Smoking is bad for your health.” Dante cut in.

“So are you.” Vergil replied. “They still let you come here every day.”

Dante finally turned to the nurse and told them to leave. They were still very upset, but seeing how both of them were not budging, they forfeit, and turned to leave.

“Doctor said he can’t give an estimate because he doesn’t understand how my body works. He said if he did, it would’ve been two weeks ago.” Vergil says all this around the cigarette on his lips and blowing smoke out the window. “I wish he was right.”

Dante just sits on the edge of the hospital bed and watched Vergil. He holds the cigarette between two fingers, gazing outside at the world like there’s something to see, but it’s always the same view, a low view of the garden outside the hospital. There’s people there, nurses and patients alike, sitting in the designated smoking area of the garden. It’s probably what drew Vergil to the curiosity anyway. Vergil sits there, bathed in sunlight, naked except for the I.V. on his arm, and the hospital gown around his body. He looks so small, his body is so skinny, he’s curled up, knees tucked in close to his chest, arms around his legs, his head leaning out the window. He’s reduced to this room. It’s his whole world.

“… You know…” Dante murmured. “Leaving it all behind… it’s… it’s not that bad.”

“How would you know?” Vergil replied.

“I’ve seen it.” Dante returned. Vergil glanced at him. Dante looked down at himself. The words tumble out while he’s not thinking. “I’ve seen a lot of people die. Even in a battle. Sometimes… the death is so violent, but… the aftermath… the aftermath is…”

Silence falls on him, and Vergil doesn’t make a noise.

“Everybody looks so peaceful when they die.” Dante murmured. “When it’s finally over. M-… Mom… she looks so peaceful when she died… even though… even though… they massacred her…” Dante sighed to hide back his voice breaking. “It took a lot more than just her. But over time… you start to notice. The way people look when they die. Like… they’re at peace somehow.”

Vergil just stares and doesn’t say anything for a long time. Finally he glances away and replies.

“…War and peace go hand in hand. War has always been for death… and there is no greater peace than death.”

Dante blinked. He wondered for a moment about asking Vergil where he read something like that, but he has a feeling it’s not some quote. He has a feeling Vergil is very familiar with it. It sounded like demon logic. Dante stared while Vergil smoked, the cigarette slowly fading away into ashes.

If he was a poet, maybe he’d find some sort of irony in Vergil smoking, considering what was happening to Vergil himself. A pile of ashes to compliment another pile of ashes.

But he was not a poet.

“How much are you hoping that cigarette is going to kill you right now?” Dante asked.

“I’m pretty hopeful.” Vergil replied.

Dante doesn’t really react. He finally sits there, joining his brother. The cigarettes remind him of someone he used to know, but he doesn’t bring him up, it’s not necessary, he doesn’t want to muse on the past, because that’s when he knows Vergil will really be gone, and even after all this time, he’s just not ready for that.

There is nothing graceful about the decline. Vergil’s pissing blood, he’s coughing up blood, and still smokes in-between it. He’s gotten so small. The doctors finally sit Dante down and tell him that he can take Vergil home, not because he’s gotten any better, or any independent from this experience, but because if he doesn’t go home now, he’s never going to see it again.

Dante is too afraid to take Vergil home. There are weapons at home. There are things that can kill Vergil. And even when they stood right in front of Dante and told him Vergil is going to die – he doesn’t want to accept it.

Vergil passes out at the simplest things. He got a bit of a headrush from a cigarette one morning, and suddenly he’s laying limp on the floor. He gets out of bed too fast, and wakes up on the floor. He can hardly make it to the bathroom, and Dante has gotten used to just sitting there and helping Vergil wash his body. Shave his face, avoid those horrific cracks in his skin that chip away at him like he’s made of stone.

“… Kill me.” Vergil says while Dante is shaving his face.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m working on it.” Dante huffed. He got used to Vergil uttering that. It was a common occurrence.

“Please.” Vergil whispered. “Dante…”

Dante puts the razor down, wiping Vergil’s face. “Stop.” he huffed.

“Please.”

“Enough.” Dante huffed, finally, feeling wetness leave his eye.

“Just kill me, please… you would have done it before.”

When I knew you were going to take others down with you. Dante wanted to snarl, but he’d checked in his anger at the door every day he came to the hospital. He had to put his anger and frustration away, otherwise he wouldn’t make it two minutes with this man.

Vergil’s shaking frail hand comes up and touches Dante’s face. Dante stills. This is probably the gentlest his brother has ever touched him, and it’s because Vergil has no strength left in his body. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t plead. It’s with a shaky hand and his stony thumb that Vergil wipes away a tear that’s on Dante’s face.

“I don’t want you to die.” Dante finally choked out, and his sob rose in his throat and cracked his voice before he could properly speak.

“I know…” Vergil huffed. “… But I want you to kill me.”

The decline had been fast, but that never means that Dante is ready for any of it. He’s not ready for Vergil to start going catatonic again. He’s not ready for Vergil’s pleas of death to be a welcome noise because now Vergil is silent. Now Vergil is nothing. He doesn’t eat. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t speak. It’s then that Vergil flatlined.

It was then that Vergil died.

With nothing. With no fanfare, with no final goodbye, with no last bit of respite. He does not go out with a blaze of glory, in a fight to the death, in a poetic way, in a violent way, in a way he’d want to die, in a way he deserves.

It’s peaceful. In his sleep.

And Dante is not there.

Of course, the staff are quick to revive Vergil. He even opens his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t move. Quickly he falls back into what he so longed to be. They call Dante quickly at some 4 in the morning, and Dante rushes in and stumbled to his brother’s side.

Vergil is comatose.

I’m not ready, I’m not ready, I’m not ready, I don’t want this, Vergil, please, I’m not ready for you to go.

Nobody is there with them. Dante can’t call anyone else. He can’t tell them to come be there for Vergil. Or in reality, be there for him. He’s all alone. His brother is dead already, a thread is barely holding him from being gone.

They tell Dante it’s his call to pull the life support.

If he was giving Vergil what he wanted, he would just rip the cord out of the wall and be done with it.

But he is not done.

He climbs into the bed of his brother, and pulls him into his chest. He is unconscious. He is so light, he is so weak, he is so small now, in this tiny room, hooked up to a tiny machine, surrounded by strangers, swallowed up in pain and in fear. Dante puts Vergil’s body on his, hugging him close.

He holds Vergil. The boy he lost when he was eight years old.

My brother. Who I mourned for 10 years.

My brother. Who has died a thousand deaths.

Yet Dante still isn’t ready for this one. He’s sobbing into Vergil’s hair, stroking his worn face, squeezing him close.

He is not ready.

He was not ready when he was eight.

He was not ready when he was eighteen.

He was not ready when he was twenty-eight.

He was not ready when he was fourty-two.

He was not ready now.

He has never been ready.

“I love you.” He choked out with a horrible break in his voice, that devolved into sobbing as he squeezed his brother’s head into his chest. “I love you, I love you…” He squeezes harder. “Can you hear me? Please.. tell me you can hear me.”

Dante stared down at Vergil in silence, his tears hitting Vergil’s face. He feels something on his arm. Vergil’s hand twitches, his fingers moving. Dante held his hand, squeezing.

“Can you feel me? I’m right here.”

Vergil’s hand squeezes. His fingers are like claws.

“I’m right here.” Dante whispered. “Don’t be afraid. Don’t be angry – I know you didn’t want me here. I know you waited until you were alone to die. I know you. I know the kind of person you are… but I’m here. I’m here. I won’t let you be alone.”

He can imagine what Vergil would say if only he was awake.

I’ve always been alone, Dante.

And how Dante wanted to lament everything, how he wanted to go back to that day and fix everything, how he wanted Eva and Vergil and Sparda to never leave him, how he wanted to make everything better, how he wanted to make everything right.

There is nothing left to do.

Dante holds his brother’s hand tightly, feeling what weak bit of life that remained in the twitching fingers of his brother’s frail hands. He cries for a long time, and after he’s cried he sings softly, as if it would help Vergil go to sleep, but his singing is choked up and broken and nothing sweet like how Eva sang that song.

Vergil’s hand goes limp.

The life support flatlines.

Dante, if he was a different man, would almost laugh, that even now, at least Vergil would still fight the one thing keeping him alive, and even then, managed to somehow fight the machine just to let himself die.

It always had to be on his terms.

Dante holds his hand up, and urges the strangers in the room to go away. He’s holding Vergil in his arms for a long time, until he starts to feel cold, until he starts to feel like a thing, and not a person, the whole time the alarm ringing in his ears, as if alerting him to what is happening, as if reminding him that this is real.

Finally, someone who could stand it no longer came forward and shut off the machine.

And everything is silent.

#long post #REALLY LONG POST I AM SO SORRY IF YOU ARE A MOBILE USER #death tw #terminal illness #drabble #i guess #you mentioned vergil not outliving his human body on your blog #so #uh #this happened #i am not one of brevity #but i know that vergil would want a bloody end so badly #.... but not dante.#so dante is just not going to give you that verg #yamatodad

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mugglelissa · 5 years

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Falling for You (prompt fill)

Filling this prompt: character A fell on character B when the bus braked au. Can you do this with Kylo and Hux?? :D

Thank you @kelleyxmarie for the fun idea! Hope you enjoy this little drabble~

Falling for You

Hux was just having one of those days.

It started out innocently enough; alarm ringing at 7am, legs swinging off the bed, alert and ready for the day. Then he opened his eyes, took a step forward, and stubbed his toe on his bedpost. Hopping around his bedroom, cursing under his breath, he nearly tripped over his cat, resulting in an offended hiss and vicious clawing of his ankle.

Of course there was no hot water to soothe his throbbing toe and stinging skin, so Hux woefully accepted an icy cold shower. Such was the chaos to his dreadful morning that he managed to miss his usual bus and therefore was subjected to the 8am local, which was always crowded and full of loud, rambunctious students. Oh, how Hux detested living in a college town.

Thus was his current state; still-damp hair curling behind his ears, swollen toe aching in his shoe, crammed on a loud bus with an arm outstretched as he clung to the metal bar and held on for dear life. The driver must have been freshly hired as every stop nearly threw him to the floor.

Hux was certain his day couldn’t get much worse. The universe, however, was a cruel and bitter entity. Nearly missing the next stop, the driver screeched on his brakes and Hux’s tentative hold on the pole failed. He had a moment of panic as he flew towards the ground, arms shooting forward, ready to brace his likely painful fall, but instead of the horrifically sticky looking floor, he landed against a solid wall. Or at least what felt like a solid wall. As Hux caught his breath and gained his bearings, he discovered said wall was actually the broad chest of a stranger. Hell, was that an 8-pack he felt beneath a layer of flannel?

An apology caught in his throat, though he was pained to say sorry. Shouldn’t the terrible driver be the one apologizing? Hux wasn’t at fault for their horrific driving skills which resulted in his flying into the arms of a dark and handsome stranger.

A flush rose in his cheeks as that description sunk in. He realized with a start that he was still gripping the man’s bulky arms and quickly let go as if burned.

“Sorry,” Hux muttered, unable to hide the embarrassment in his voice.

The stranger smiled, plush lips parting to reveal slightly crooked teeth. Hux was incensed with himself to discover he found them oddly charming. “No need to apologize,” the man purred. “I rather enjoyed that.” Hux rolled his eyes even as his pulse spiked. He made to step away but the stranger only leaned in closer. “So, do you come here often?”

“Are you actually asking me that on a municipal morning bus?” Hux scoffed.

The man shrugged, dark eyes full of mirth. “I’m Ren.”

“Really, that’s your name?”

“One of them at least.” Ren slowly looked Hux up and down, his gaze thoughtful and slightly predatory. Hux willed himself not to blush. “Do I get the pleasure of learning your name?”

Hux straightened his spine, gaze moving from Ren’s intense face to stare out the window over the man’s broad shoulder. “I don’t usually give my name out to random strangers.”

Hux’s response seemed to only urge Ren on. In fact the other man looked delighted, his ludicrously full lips curving into a wide grin. “Well, I’m hardly a stranger. In fact, I basically just saved your life.”

Hux snorted. “I think you’re exaggerating a bit.”

“Is that so?” Ren raised a brow, eyes dancing playfully. “Don’t you think we were meant to meet today?”

Hux shook his head in feigned annoyance, though he couldn’t hide the smile blooming on his face. “I think this bus driver is horrendous and thus I just happened to trip and you were the one I fell onto. No need to make it any bigger than it is.”

Ren leaned forward again, moving his face so close his lips nearly brushed Hux’s ear as he whispered, “Oh, it’s big enough on it’s own. Trust me.”

Blood rushed to Hux’s face, his pulse hammering against his neck. His skin felt alight, a fire creeping across his body and pooling south towards--

“Well as much as it pains me to leave you, this is my stop,” Ren’s cheery voice thankfully interrupted Hux’s dangerous train of thoughts.

Hux felt an idiotic spark of disappointment but he quickly pushed it away. He opened his mouth for some cutting reply, but was shocked into silence when Ren reached over and squeezed his ass. He quickly pulled his hand away before Hux could properly react and, with a pointed smirk, hopped off the bus.

Stunned anger warred with a stirring of arousal, leaving Hux dizzy with a swirl of emotions. Face burning, he quickly glanced around but it appeared all the other riders were stuck in their own world and hadn’t noticed his and Ren’s exchange.

Hux was in such a state of shock that he nearly missed his own stop a few minutes later. It wasn’t until he exited the bus and made his way towards the lobby of his work that he felt the small slip of paper in his back pocket.

He stopped before the revolving doors, eyes widening in disbelief as he scanned the card in his hand.

Kylo Ren

Performance Artist

[email protected]

772-348-9089

Hux’s thumb brushed over the number, finding that he couldn’t resist the smile that spread across his face. What a ridiculous morning, he mused to himself, sliding the card back into his pocket.

Overall, not a terrible way to start his day.

#kylux #drabble #prompt fill #fluff #humor #modern au #vday #valentines drabble #my fic #meet cute

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archuve · 6 years

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In search of Food

Before I begin with the usual author’s note stuff I would like to address one important thing... *takes a deep breath*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AKI CHAROIX GODDESS!!! THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU HAVE DONE TO AND FOR THIS FANDOM. I LOVE YOU AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS 6K CHAROIX ONE SHOT B-DAY FIC @akilice

Ahem now that’s done, on to the fic!! Also shout out to @croixmeridies for being my beta reader for this fic. Anyways... I hope you enjoy it~

Summary: Akko, daughter of Chariot Du Nord decided to embark on a quest without her mother’s permission; A girlfriend for her mum. (Charoix)

Chariot Du Nord hummed to herself as she began to pile breakfast into one of her old Shiny Chariot themed plates. The steam rising from the food fogged her glasses but in the temporary blindness Chariot was able to place the food on the small table that she owned. She looked up, the steam on her glasses dispersed on their own as her eyes looked on the clock she owned, once again, Shiny Chariot themed.

“This is odd,” She murmured herself as the clock ticked past 9 o’clock. Usually Akko, her daughter, would be up by now especially with the aroma of her cooking in the air. Come to think of it, the house they owned was more quieter than normal. Her crow, Alcor would be in the room with her whilst her dog a big white Alaskan Malamute, Arcas would either be on the stairs running to meet Akko or in the living room playing with his 4 pointed star plushy.

“Akko?” Chariot asked as she moved out of the kitchen to the stairway, her worry increasing as she saw a discarded star chew toy on the floor. When she heard no response, not even the boof of Arcas, Chariot decided to investigate. “Akko?” Chariot repeated as she headed up the stairs as the sane parts of her mind tried to reassure her that there is nothing to worry about. However, those thoughts did nothing to ease the unwelcomed silence of the du Nord House.

Eventually Chariot found herself in front of Akko’s room. If she wasn’t so worried for her daughter then maybe Chariot might’ve stopped to admire the drawings that were taped to the door. They were small drawings of Chariot, Alcor and Arcas and herself; sometimes it was only one of them in the drawing, other times it was either a few or all of them. Either way each one made Chariot overwhelmed with parental love but right now all that grew was her motherly protection.

“Akko?” she repeated one final time as she knocked on the door, “Breakfast is ready, are you coming down to eat?” There was silence at first, then came the soft muffled noise of movement. Chariot sighed with relief, letting out a breath she didn’t know she held. Without hesitation, Chariot opened the door as she went to wake her daughter. “Akko sweetheart it’s time to wake up today we’re having- ALCOR!”

The bird in question cawed back. At least, he tried to, but when he opened his mouth nothing came out. Next to him was Chariot’s wand that rolled around as he tried to jump from the paper that was somehow glued to his feet that was on Akko’s clean star constellation bed. Now this raised alarm bells to Chariot, not because her beloved crow was silenced and stuck to a piece of paper with her wand but because Akko never made her bed in the mornings. She always waited until it was in the afternoon when she needed to actually be on it again to clean it up.

Secondly, the old crow would never be in her room. Alcor would only be there briefly to collect Akko or to check up on her but never would he sleep overnight in the room nor be there of his own will unless Akko was in danger. Chariot grabbed her wand before she spoke the incantations of the reversal spells. A small pulse of white magic surrounded the space around them before it was filled with the croaks and caws of the agitated crow who flew up to Chariot’s level.

“Alcor, what happened to Akko?” Chariot asked as she placed her palms out for Alcor to rest on them. Alcor cawed again before his head turned to the paper that was left on the bed. Alcor flapped up to perch himself on her shoulder as Chariot reached for the paper. Her eyes grew wider and wider with every word before Chariot discarded the paper with a rush to the stairs. “Akko!” She yelled, worry laced in her voice as she threw on a coat and rushed outside.

Dear Mum,

If you’re reading this then I actually did what I planned to do tomorrow! Woo!!! You see I noticed that when we go out there are always two mummies and a kid and sometimes you look at them with a funny face that actually doesn’t look that funny. I think it looked sad. Which is why I’m not in the house!! I don’t like it when you look sad so I decided to find you a new mum!! Or find me a new mum, maybe, hopefully (I don’t know what it’s called when one mum likes another mum the google just gives me weird names like sweetie, honey and deer but I don’t think you call another person you like food). Anyways I will be at the town trying to find a new mum for me and a new food??? For you!

Don’t worry I already got a lot of food and sweets to feed me in my bag and money as well to get home and I will be safe as well!! I got Arcas to come with me (which is why he wanted to sleep with me yesterday)!! Alcor wanted to come but he kept being loud so I made him be quiet and then made him sleep . Pleaseeee tell him I’m sorry, I wanted it to be a surprise and he wanted to ruin it >(

Love Akko

P.S I think I decided to go to the park? But I think I might have changed my mind tomorrow or today when you read this since I am writing this at night, or yesterday night. Also are you proud of me?!! If I did this then I woke up early for once!! Like at 7am early!!!

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Akko sighed as she plopped down on one of the benches of town square, Arcas followed her and jumped on, the metal creaking a bit under his weight as he rested in Akko’s lap. “Arcas,” she sighed as she began to weave her fingers in between his long strands of fur. “Why is it so hard to find food for mum?” Arcas whined as he buried his face on her shirt with a small grumble in his stomach. “I know what you mean bud, I want her to be happy too.” Arcas whined again as he went off her lap to find food much to her chagrin. The break didn’t last as long as she expected it to but who was Akko to complain? The quicker they found a new mum the better, so she held tight to the lead as Arcas lead her on another walk around the town.

Originally Akko went to the park but, it was eerily quiet at 7:30 and there was no suitable “food” for Chariot which made them walk to the town where maybe someone who could be “food” for Chariot would appear. There weren’t many people still; sure some shops were open, but they didn’t allow big dogs like Arcas in. Therefore they just walked around to find a new mum but after searching for an hour the situation looked hopeless already, especially since the only food she knew were the chocolate waffles she has been eating for breakfast.

Arcas barked as he pulled on his lead, an act that surprised Akko as she almost bit her tongue instead of her breakfast waffle. “Woah, Arcas calm down a bit,” Akko asked as she dropped her half eaten waffle to use two hands to control the lead however even using two hands didn’t help Akko as Arcas began to run to a random direction.

“Arcas!” Akko yelled as she was pulled along, the big dog, barking in a wild frenzy as he ran across town whilst Akko still held on to his leash. Her wine red eyes were filled with fear and worry, growing wide as Akko and Arcas ran over near empty roads and into a street she wasn’t so familiar with. “Arcas, heel!” Akko commanded in some attempt to stop the big dog as her knees started to colour red from scratches from the time she stumbled in an attempt to catch up with him.

Arcas however, did not heel. He did not stop at all as he rushed forward even more. He made a sharp turn to the alleyway whose long shadows began to grow as Akko descended further into it as her eyes watched the buildings become more darker and taller instead of watching the street in front of her. “Arcas…” Akko gulped as she looked at the bounding dog in front of her, “Where are we-” Akko couldn’t finish her sentence as her feet tripped on a discarded rusted pipe on the floor.

She fell hard to the floor, concrete scratching her face as she still held onto the leash before she let go in a second’s time, the pain on her legs becoming too much for her to bear. “Owww,” Akko groaned as she looked up, her eyes that were once dazed with pain grew wide once more. In front of her Arcas was running out of the alleyway and out of sight.

“Arcas, come back!” Akko yelled as she pushed herself off the ground, a hiss of pain escaping her lips as she didn’t even register the aches on her hands nor the ones on her knees and legs as she rushed out of the alleyway. Akko could afford a few scratches as long as she didn’t lose Arcas. She was already having trouble finding “food” for her mum and if she lost Arcas too, Akko was sure that she would cry.

However any tears that were threatening to appear vanished as Akko heard his barking echo around her. A relieved smile crept up to her face, her shoulders sagged with relief whilst tension left with a long sigh. Arcas was fine, he was only in the supermarket parking lot…

Oh no.

With a full sense of worry, Akko quickly crossed the street to the supermarket parking lot, dread intruding her skin as it sent uncomfortable ripples across her body. Akko wouldn’t lie, she knew she had an uncanny knack of finding trouble, or for trouble to smack her right in the face before she realised it was right in front of her. Trouble happened so often that she could say, at the tender age of eleven, she already had a sixth sense for it.

Arcas could be hit from one of the cars coming and going, he could be attacked by some random stranger, he could run into the store and cause panic and then she would be in big big biggg trouble. His lead could get trapped between the wheels of a cart and could hurt him, he could be taken away from her somehow and she would never see him again!

Akko’s imagination grew wilder and wilder. It made her tired legs continue to run despite the ache that clung to the muscles, it made her forget to breathe or to stop. Her eyes constantly swept across and between the various cars she ran past, her ears were strained to hear something, a mere echo of her dog in the vast parking lot.

However all the worry and tension that was building up in her muscles vanished as she heard Arcas’ bark in the distance. It was in the extra parking area just around the shop. Her shoulders sagged in relief as she jogged to the area before pausing when she heard something else, someone else. A quick firework display of worried emotions flickered on Akko’s face before she gulped and edged forward but hesitance forced her to only peek from the building side.

The fear that shrouded her confidence to step out in a reckless manner slowly dissipated as the melodic laughter rang in the air, harmonising with the happy and playful sounds of Arcas. Akko couldn’t help but gasp out loud, prompting her to cover her mouth in surprise but it didn’t seem to register the woman’s attention.

In fact, the woman was more focussed on Arcas, holding out a piece of bacon in the air which made Arcas stand on his hind legs before throwing it to Arcas’s mouth with a laugh and a kind smile that matched the adoration in her emerald eyes. Her hair was lavender, short with a loose strand sitting near her eye. She wore a buttoned up red flannel with denim jeans and no jewellery apart from the necklace that hung from her neck and the jet black shades propped on her head, which didn’t really make sense since it was only partially sunny with the clouds coming and going.

Though Akko didn’t really care why this mysterious lady would wear sunglasses on a somewhat cloudy day, she was more focused on the word that was drilled into her mind, repeating like a broken record player. The sound made her blood buzz with excitement and gave her the final push to walk up to the woman who was tenderly stroking Arcas’ fur as she checked his star printed collar.

“Food.”

The woman looked up at her, confusion on her face, a brow raised in curiosity as her eyes glanced at the shopping bags scattered around her. “Oh hello, are you Arcas’ owner?”

Her accent made Akko’s smile grow even more as she clasped her hands together and leant forward to the stranger. “Will you be my mum’s food?”

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If you told Croix that she was going to bombarded by a big dog, have her breakfast ransacked by said dog and then have to look after a child who owned said dog all before midday, she would’ve thanked you and just eaten instant noodles for breakfast and gone grocery shopping another day. But alas, nobody warned her about today and so she was here to suffer the consequences. Even if said consequences meant she had to suddenly pull over due to said kid.

“You’re not joking with me are you, Akko?” Croix said with a hidden laugh as she rested her head on the steering wheel.

“Well, then what does it mean!?” Akko replied with a pout to her lips, making Croix chuckle as she leant back on her seat.

“Akko, when a woman loves another woman, they are each other’s girlfriend, not food.” She explained, completely ignoring the innuendo in her head that objected that claim. “The terms you saw are just couple nicknames they give to each other like honey, sweetie or dear with an A.” She looked at the child as a sense of enlightenment captured her eyes.

“Oooh, so… you can be my mum’s girlfriend and call her honey and dear with an A?” Akko asked and Croix swore she saw literal stars in her eyes that gleamed in the idea of her dating her mother.

Croix laughed at the idea as she ruffled Akko’s hair, “Yes, but no, Akko,” she answered before she pulled out of the lane to start driving again, focusing on the road instead of Akko’s whines of disapproval. “Don’t take it personally, kid, but I don’t even know your mum and besides I’m sure she wouldn’t be in the mood after this stunt you just pulled. I mean, did you even tell your mum about this?”

The sudden silence told Croix everything.

“Even more reason why I should bring you home,” Croix sighed as she followed the gps.

“Wait. Is that where we are going!?” Akko screamed in surprise. “How do you even know where I live?”

“Your dog’s collar has the address,” Croix explained, glancing at the girl to make sure she was okay. Her face was pale, mouth open with dread and the smell of foreboding doom was anchored to her clothes. Croix could even hear the sound of her soul leaving the body but was probably okay, probably. “By the way, you really shouldn’t include that on the collar. Some creep could easily use it to find your house and then rob you when you’re gone.”

“Please, I beg of you Croix, pleaseeee don’t bring me back to my mum. She’ll kill me!” Akko begged, but her words fell on deaf ears as Croix could see a small flag on the GPS which signified that they were near to her house.

“Well it’s better than me being in jail after being accused of kidnapping or attempted kidnapping.” Croix shrugged as she pulled up on Akko’s driveway which made the poor girl wail in horror. “Besides, as you can tell, we’re already here.”

“I’m going to die.” Akko confirmed as she curled up into a ball before she sent a glare to Croix, “And you aren’t invited to the funeral.”

Croix couldn’t help but laugh at Akko’s grumpy face as she unclipped her seatbelt then turned off the engine before getting out of her car. “Come on Akko, let’s not worry your mum even further.”

Croix went straight to the back of her car where she opened the door to let Arcas out. The dog barked at her and she replied in a friendly ruffle of his fur as he jumped from the car, racing to the door. “I never found the time to say this, but you have one friendly dog Akko,” she said as the slam of her passenger seat registered in her ears. She closed the back door with the click of her button before looking up with a low whistle of appreciation. “You also have a nice house.”

“If you like it so much you can live in it!” Akko couldn’t help but shout out as she grabbed the spare key hidden under a plant.

“I don’t like it that much,” Croix said as she walked up to Akko, eyes narrowing at the impish grin that Akko bore. “And it's nice to know you have the courage to smile on death’s door.”

“I regret bringing you here to be my mum’s food,” Akko mumbled as she began to turn the key. “I mean girlfriend.” Akko corrected after hearing Croix chuckle underneath her breath. Without further hesitation Akko opened the door, “Mum… I’m home,” She called out before murmuring, “Please don’t kill me.”

Croix hummed in approval as she walked inside Akko’s home, a laugh leaving her lips as Arcas barrelled past her with an excited bark followed by Akko who just took off her coat but left it on the floor. “Judging from the fact that you’re still alive Akko, it's safe to assume your mum probably went out to look for you,” Croix said as she glanced at the empty kitchen, breakfast still uneaten. Her eyebrows bundled together in concern as she went to Akko/ “Hey, did you have breakfast before you went looking for a girlfriend for your mum?”

Akko and Arcas paused in their rough housing before sharing a guilty look with each other. “Does three chocolate waffles count?” She asked with a nervous smile before it faltered under Croix’s disappointed gaze. “I’m guessing that’s a no huh?”

“It does explain why Arcas slammed into me before nose diving straight to my groceries,” Croix said making Akko scratch the back of her neck after she pushed Arcas off her to go eat. “Which is also why I will be joining you since my only source of healthy food was ruined.” She sat next to her and helped herself to the typical english breakfast whilst Akko helped herself to some pancakes.

“Your mum is a good cook,” Croix complimented after eating a few things. “It’s a bit cold but that’s understandable.” Her eyes looked around them in curiosity, her mind only paying half attention to Akko’s words and praises as her eyes caught a framed photo on the wall and slowly Croix paid no attention at all, her mind fully fixated at the beautiful figure.

Her hair was fire, and like fire and the alluring dances of the flame, Croix couldn’t look away. She was entranced by the laughter, the smile that was frozen in time. Her eyes shone with sunlight brilliance, they gave a sense of warmth that made Croix smile softly at the photograph.

“So… do you like what you see?” Akko said coyly, her eyebrows waggled, matching the coy smirk on her face. “She’s available~”

Croix only glared at Akko, ignoring the heated embarrassment on her face before an idea lit up in her head. She smirked at Akko who only tilted her head in confusion as a response before leaning back on her chair. “Oh fine, you win, I think your mum is pretty and I would love to be her girlfriend.” She sighed in defeat, placing the back on her hand on her forehead to further emphasis the distress.

Her eyes glanced at Akko to see if she was eating up the act and to Croix’s delight Akko had fire in her eyes, a smile so big and excited Croix almost had the sense of guilt grow in her stomach. Almost. “Oh, if only I had her numb-” She said, voice low with fake grief.

“I have her number!” Akko yelled, not even letting Croix have a chance to finish her sentence.

“Oh really?” Croix said with the fake enthusiasm every adult uses on children, her grin extending as Akko nods her head before closing her eyes and reciting the number. “Thanks Akko,” Croix smiled as she ruffled her hair before dialing her number, only half listening to whatever gushy words Akko was saying.

“Oh this is going to so cool, I can’t believe I actually found food- I mean a girlfriend for my mum! I didn’t actually think this was going to work but look, it’s happening!! Right now!”

Croix laughed at her antics as the phone rang once, then twice, then once more before it was picked up mid way.

“Hey, can this be quick I’m in the middle of something.”

Croix’s heart jumped to her throat as a blush coloured her cheeks. She did not expect her to have the voice of an angel, especially one with a cute french accent. Akko looked at her with wiggling eyebrows and a smirk, causing Croix to look away as she cleared her throat.

“Hello?”

“Hi, um, my name is Croix Meridies and you are Akko’s mother, right?” Croix asked before mentally hitting herself with a hammer, she didn’t even know her name! Why hasn’t Akko told her her mum’s name before?

“Yes, have you seen Akko!?” The woman pounced right way, voice full with concern and worry. “Is she safe? Where is she?”

“She’s with me right now,” Croix assured, glancing at Akko with a smirk. “And yes she’s safe at home.” Croix wished she could’ve photographed Akko’s eyes sudden growth as her face paled, her mouth hung open with despair. The moment was gone as betrayal swam in her eyes, the question of why obvious in her glares towards Croix. She only shrugged in return.

“She’s at home?”

“Yes and don’t worry miss, I only found the address on your dog’s collar and don’t worry Arcas is safe at home as well,” Croix answered as she stood straighter, hand out as Akko tried to jump for the phone as Arcas barked in the background at the call of his name.

“Oh thank goodness, I was so worried.”

“I can only imagine,” Croix mused as held her phone away from Akko, hitting speaker as she did so. “But you don’t need to worry your pretty face anymore ma cherie, I’ll take of the kids until you come back.” Croix couldn’t help but chuckle as the woman’s words spluttered and stuttered through the phone.

“I’ve been aware of your daughter’s quest for ‘food’ but, funnily enough, not your name,” Croix explained, smirking at the obvious torment that Akko found herself in. How she reached out to grab the phone but her other hand grabbed her arm before it even went to Croix. If she reached out now then the mood would be ruined, but if she didn’t then Croix would continue to snitch on her. To food or not to food? That was the dilemma Akko faced right now.

“I… I see,” the woman mumbled which made Croix smile more. She sounded so cute. “My name is Chariot, Chariot-”

“Chariot Meridies perhaps!” Akko yelled out on impulse before her eyes grew wide once again as she covered her mouth with a gasp.

“ATSUKO KAGARI DU NORD!” Chariot’s voice shouted through the phone. “WHEN I GET HOME YOU WILL BE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE, YOUNG LADY! WHAT WERE YOU THINK-”

Akko sighed as she pressed the end call button on Croix’s phone, slumping in relief over Croix’s body who she climbed over. Her head rested on Croix’s shoulder as her arms were wrapped around her neck like a sloth.

“That was quite rude, you know. Your mother and I were having a lovely conversation.”

“Shut up,” Akko said, her voice muffled as she snuggled her head more into her shoulder. “You’re not the one who's going to die in the next 30 minutes or so.”

Croix rolled her eyes as she adjusted Akko’s weight on her body, slipping her phone in her back pocket before she carried Akko to the couch. “I’m sure you’ll live to tell the tale.”

“I’m surprised you can carry me,” Akko noted as Croix laid her on the couch. “Not even mum can carry me any more and I weigh a lot,”

Croix shrugged, “I carry a lot heavy boxes everyday at work, it’s not much.” She stretched her arms she felt Arcas’ fur brush past her legs before he jumps on the couch to sit next to Akko. “You weigh like a box and a bit… did you always have those scratches before?” Croix asked as she looked at the scratches on Akko’s legs and hands.

“Oh these?” Akko said as she turned her hands to inspect them before looking at her legs. “Yeah but it’s okay I don’t feel much, why?”

Croix face made a grimace as she looks at her, noting on the small scratches on a side of her face and on her hands and legs. “Stay there.” Without saying another word Croix went outside to her car and came back inside the house carrying a first aid kit. “Your mum is going to kill me if she comes home to you having a bunch of scratches.”

“I’m not coming to your funeral.”

“There won’t be one if you let me clean the scratches.” Croix replied without skipping a beat as she crouched to clean and bandage her small cuts and scratches on her leg. “Now do you mind staying still?”

“After you snitched on me?”

“I will answer any question you have for me.” Croix bargained as she began to disinfect the scratches. “These might sting btw.”

“Deal. How old are you?”

“Wow, already asking the inappropriate stuff,” Croix joked making Akko giggle, “I’m 24 by the way.”

“Nice, Mum is 23 by the way, one year difference!” The statement made Croix pause as she looked at Akko with confusion. “What?”

“Chariot is 23… and you’re 11.”

“Oh, well… I’m adopted. My middle name is actually my old last name before I took mum’s last name… since I didn’t have a middle name before,” Akko explained, Croix nodded her head in understanding before continuing on healing Akko. This made Akko be even more perplexed, a slight frown on her face. “So, why aren’t you asking questions about it? Usually people ask me something about it or pull a face… you’re doing neither.”

Croix shrugged as she took Akko’s wrist and swabbed it with some disinfectant. “I won’t lie I am curious on how you two met but I know it’s not my place to suddenly ask you something that is personal to both of you. Chariot adopted you, that’s good enough for me, if anything I’m more impressed with your mum since not many would chose to be a single mother. I wouldn’t pull a face either cause that’s just rude and I wouldn’t mind giving a good lecture to them about manners.”

“What would a lecture on manners do?” Akko giggled.

“Drive them up the wall apparently,” Croix scoffed making Akko laugh as Croix placed a few band aids on her arms. “According to a few students, I bore them to death. Except it’s even worse, ‘cause death was the easier option instead of hearing me talk for four hours straight.”

“You teach?” Akko said with a gasp.

Croix shook her head as she moved on to clean Akko’s face. “I am a guest speaker sometimes at the Luna Nova Academy for-”

“Wait… You go to Luna Nova? That’s so cool!” Akko exclaimed. “Mum always talks about it being this really prestigious Academy for witches and I really want to go there when I’m older! Like you can learn so many cool things and all the best witches can go there to study and ugh Luna Nova is so cool and I’m jealous that you go there to speak.”

Croix couldn’t but stop and chuckle at Akko’s enthusiasm. There was this passionate fire in her eyes, an inferno of determination and ambition. Seeing Akko in this light made Croix realise one thing: despite the lack of blood between them, Akko’s eyes were like Chariot’s in the photograph.

“Wait…if you can go to Luna Nova, then you’re a witch!”

Croix stopped and leant back after she just bandaged the final cut on her head, smiling at the wondrous awe in Akko’s eyes and the starlight gleam that seemed to illuminate from it. “I’m something even better than a witch, Akko,” Croix teased.

“Is it my mum’s food- I mean girlfriend?” Akko said before Croix could reveal she was a witch who graduated from Luna Nova.

Before Croix could answer her with a simple laugh and shake of the head, another voice, a different but familiar voice spoke. It was one that sent her heart into spiral, one that sent sparks across her bones, the one that made the butterflies in her stomach slowly leave their chrysalis.

“AKKO!” Chariot yelled with a flushed face from embarrassment and possible anger.

“Mum!” Akko yelped as she jumped up in surprise. “You’re here! Hi! How are you? How’re the kids?”

“The kids?” Croix commented with a raised brow. “Did you seriously just ask that?”

“I didn’t know what to say!” Akko whispered to Croix except it wasn’t much of a whisper since Chariot sighed and walked over and gave Akko a big hug.

“You can say an apology first Akko,” Chariot whispered, hugging Akko as tight as she can, one hand stroking her hair gently whilst the other clung tight to her small frame. “You really worried me…. I thought… I thought I lost you.”

Akko nodded her head as she buried her face against her hair, tears already lining the corners of her eyes. “I’m sorry, mum. I just wanted to find someone who makes you happy as much as I can, that way you can be even happier with me and you don’t need to worry so much.”

Croix didn’t hear anymore as she moved away from the living room entrance. She had sneaked away when Chariot hugged her daughter, already seeing enough to know that if she continued looking she would be intruding on a private and personal moment.

She sighed under her breath as she scratched the back of her neck, her eyes lingering at the door. Should she stay or should she go?

Did they even want her to stay?

She wouldn’t lie, she wouldn’t mind being in a relationship with Chariot. Sure she doesn’t really know her yet but Akko was a pretty cool kid. She was a bit impulsive but she meant well. Also they’re a family of witches which was an added bonus. She would be a fool to walk out on this… so why did the door look so tempting?

Before she could consider her options even more, something soft grabbed her hand, grounding Croix from losing herself to this air of questions and mental conversations. To her surprise, the person holding it was none other than Chariot du Nord.

“Hey umm…” Chariot started before stammering, looking away as Croix turned to her to give her full attention, especially since Chariot looked cute with her face all red. “It was Croix, right?” Croix could only nod, once again quickly rendered useless at Chariot’s voice, it sounded much more better than when she first heard it through the phone.

As if to kill Croix even more further, Chariot gave her a quick peck on the cheek before looking away, her cheeks even redder than her hair, her hand still holding hers. It took all the willpower of Croix to not have a system error in her brain at this very crucial moment in time. “That was to say thank you… for looking after Akko and bringing her home. I really appreciate everything you did for her.” Chariot admitted in a soft shy voice.

Croix looked at her with a smile of admiration before bringing Chariot’s hands to her lips. “The pleasure was all mine Chariot Du Nord,” she grinned before kissing the back of her hand, ignoring how her heart beated feverishly as she did so. “Akko is a great and beautiful child just like her mother,” she complimented, ending her words with a wink that made Chariot’s blush become even more darker.

“I wish I could make you lunch since I think I ate what was suppose to be your breakfast but I think I need to get back home and sort my own groceries before they spoil.” Croix apologised. “I hope you don’t mind if I do it another day, does Wednesday sound good for you?”

“I-”

“Wednesday sounds great Croix!’ Akko intervened, popping out from Chariot’s side. “You can treat her to dinner as well if you want.”

Croix laughed as she ruffled Akko’s hair once last time for today. “I think a lunch date would be enough, Akko, but I appreciate the suggestion.”

“I wouldn’t mind dinner as well…” Chariot mumbled as she gave a shy but cute smile to Croix, ultimately sending an arrow to her heart.

“Well I guess I’ll have you for the whole day,” Croix smiled, her grin was the widest it has been for months, maybe years. “Aren’t I lucky.”

“Text me the details Croix,” Chariot said, blushing as she did so and greatly ignoring how Akko was hitting her shoulder in excitement. “You have my number.”

“Of course, ma cherie,” Croix smiled as she let herself out. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Outside the air was warm, the sun was shining brighter and for once Croix didn’t mind. There was the sound of birds singing accompanied by the slight whistle of trees when the breeze went through it. But the moment was cut short with the muffled screams that came behind the door Croix just went through.

“I ACTUALLY CAN’T BELIEVE THIS WORKED LIKE MUM I GOT YOU A DATE WITH A REALLY COOL WITCH LADY!”

“AKKO! Not so loud please, Croix could be still outside the door right now.”

“BUT MUM! ONE OF MY PLANS ACTUALLY WORKED! THIS CAUSE FOR A CELEBRATION!”

“Akko please.”

“WAIT CAUSE I GOT YOU A DATE…. DOES THIS MEAN I WON’T BE GROUNDED FOR A WEEK ANYMORE!?”

“AKKO!”

#charoix #chariot du nord #croix meridies #akko kagari #lwa #lwa fic #little witch academia #aki tag #birthday fic

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delos-mio · 7 years

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Partners - AU Frat Logan - Part 13

A/N: It’s back! Lucky number 13! Thank you all for your patience with me and my needed break from posting. That being said, under the cut is *NSFW*, so you have been warned. Turn away if that’s not your thing.

You quickly got up and made your way over to the ladies’ room. It was only moments later that Logan was throwing the door open, making sure it was locked tight before turning around and rushing towards you, taking your face in his palms and crashing his lips onto yours. He tugged hard on your bottom lip with his teeth, eliciting a moan from the back of your throat.

“You’ve been very bad this evening, princess,” he warned, motioning for you to turn around. You braced yourself on the corners of the sink as he reached to the front of you and made quick work of the button and zipper of your shorts. He watched your face in the mirror as he stood behind you, gently pushing your shorts and panties down your legs. “You keep teasing me,” he continued, running a palm over the flesh of your ass, “and I do not appreciate it.” His hand came down with a hard smack, causing you to jolt forward.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you grinned as he smacked down once again on the other cheek, your words catching slightly in the back of your throat. His other hand snaked up the front of your body until it was wrapped around your throat, gently pushing your chin up.

“Why can’t you just fucking behave?” he growled under his breath, applying light pressure to his grip. You could feel him harden against you as he continued to stare you down in the mirror. You could hear him behind you, fumbling with his belt and zipper. “On your knees, princess.”

You happily obliged, turning to him and pressing a long kiss to his neck before peppering them down his body as your knees hit the tile floor. Normally, you’d give pause to coming in such close contact with a dive bar bathroom floor, but Logan was all you could think about in this moment. His erection was already free as your lined up your lips with his already leaking head. Gently, you flicked your tongue over his slit, taking the beads of precum into your mouth. Logan let out at long sigh the moment he lost contact. Again, you ran your tongue from base to tip, looking up at him as you finally wrapped your lips fully around his cock. His hips bucked instinctively as he let his fingers knot themselves in your hair. You took your time moving your mouth over him, savoring the weight of his cock on your tongue. Every moan, hiss, and ‘god, fuck baby’ was etching itself in your brain.

“Can you do something for me, sweetheart?” Logan asked, his palm gently caressing your cheek. You looked up at him with wide eyes and nodded, never taking your mouth off him. He grinned and shook his head. “Goddamn, you look hot with my dick in your mouth,” he added quickly. “I need you to hold still while I fuck your mouth. Just let me know if you need me to stop or slow down”. You nodded once again, a small knot forming in your stomach. Never before had you had a guy want to fuck your mouth and your nerves were starting to get to you. But you took a deep breath in from your nose as Logan steadied your head and begun to slowly thrust in and out of your mouth. His jaw fell slack as he picked up his pace, daring to go a little deeper with each motion. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes at his head hit the back of your throat, making you gag just slightly.

“You’re doing so good babe. God, you’re fucking good,” Logan praised as he moved quickly in and out, his movements becoming more erattic. You could feel him getting close as his breathing became shallower and his grip got tighter in your hair. Just a few more pumps and his eyes clenched shut, the warmth of his seed coating your mouth. You gently cleaned off his cock and swallowed the remainder of his finish, mindful of his sensitivity. You pushed yourself back on to your feet, coming face to face with Logan once again.

“Thought you said I wasn’t a good girl,” you teased, kissing Logan gently. He grinned into your lips and bit gently on your glistening bottom lip.

“You’re not. That’s what I like about you,” he said, petting your hair. You both reach down to put your pants back on, laughing at each other. He went to unlock the bathroom door and go back out to the bar when you caught his arm.

“Do we walk out together?” you asked. Logan looked back and you and shrugged.

“Fuck it,” he said as he flung the door open, the harsh halogen bathroom light pouring into the dark bar, making your table of friends turn around and see the two of you standing hand arm in arm as the door closed behind you. The roar from the table was enough to get the attention of the rest of the bar; you shrunk yourself behind Logan, letting it all bounce off his broad chest.

“You’re an asshole. You know that, right?” you whispered to him as he led you back to your seats.

“Oh please. There’s no way they weren’t going to know. I did tell them I was going to fuck you when I got up,” he laughed as he turned to watch the color drain from your face.

“You didn’t.”

“Yeah, I did,” he continued to laugh. It was clear he wasn’t kidding as you sat back down, the rest of your friends teasing you and congratulating you both. “I hate you so much,” you leaned in and whispered to him once the ruckus had calmed down.

“You’ve told me that before, and I’m really starting to think that’s not true,” he smirked before giving you a quick kiss. He ordered another round for you both which turned into two or three more.

Your group stayed to watch a couple more acts before deciding to call it a night. You waited with Logan and Sam out on the street for an Uber home, the cool night air nipping at your exposed skin. Logan leaned against the side of the building and watched as you looked up at the stars, your feet betraying you slightly as the alcohol in your veins made you stumble a bit. But he was quick to reach out and steady you before pulling you into his arms.

“You drunk, princess?” he asked as the Uber rolled up to the curb. You could smell the whiskey on his breath and you were sure he could smell the gin on yours.

“Nope. Not even close,” you replied, nuzzling closer to his chest. He began to get up and clumsily walk the two of you to the car, all the while making you giggle into the soft fabric of his shirt.

“Ok you two dummies, can we go?” Sam asked as she ducked into the front seat of the car. You both smiled and joined her in the car. It wasn’t long before you were zooming down the quiet streets back to your apartment.

“Are you staying with me tonight?” you asked Logan in a small voice, once again cuddled into his chest.

“I should probably head home. I have practice in the morning and I can’t be late. District finals are on Friday,” he frowned, letting his thumb trace circles on your shoulder.

“You can’t drive like this,” you protested, looking up at him from under your lashes.

“Shit, you’re right,” he chuckled, remembering you both probably had a couple too many. “You got me there. Ok, I can stay. But I’ll have to leave really early.” You smiled triumphantly and went back into your curled-up position.

The three of you were dropped off soon after and you all laughed together as you made your way back inside, all of you exhausted from the evening. Logan led you back to your room and immediately flopped on his back on top your bed, fake snoring as you shut the door behind you. You stood for a moment and set an alarm on your phone for 7am, knowing future Logan would thank you when the time came. You walked over and straddled him, thrusting your phone screen in his face.

“See, look! I set an alarm for you! I respect and care about you and your commitments,” you slurred, bouncing lightly on top of him. Logan let out a loud laugh and pulled your head down to give you a wet kiss.

“I also respect and care about you, you fucking nerd,” he said, smiling up at you. You rolled off him and quickly stripped out of your clothes and pulled on an oversized shirt from your dresser. Logan made quick work of his clothes as well and crawled under your comforter. Soft snores were already coming from him by the time you nestled next to him. Nothing warmed your heart like watching him perfectly content as he slumbered, all the worries of the day completely gone; just him and his sleep. You smiled once more before wrapping your arm around him and drifting off.

----

The alarm must have gone off when it was supposed to, because when you woke the next morning, Logan was gone and there was a little note left behind on your desk:

Sorry, didn’t want to wake you up. You looked too comfy. I’ll talk to you later today princess.

I respect and care about you,

You groaned as a flood of memories of the end of last night rushed your brain. Had you really said that to him? Were you such a dork that that’s what you came up with to show Logan you had real feelings for him? You couldn’t worry about that too much as the headache that had been brewing began to pound on your skull.

Sam was already in the living room, sprawled on the couch, when you threw yourself down on the chair next to her.

“Never let me drink like that again,” you mumbled before taking a long pull out of your water bottle.

“Ditto. Let’s make a pact,” she agreed, holding her fist out to you. You gently bumped it with your own, solidifying your agreement. The rest of the afternoon was spent in front of the TV for hours, watching everything from morning CNN news to Catfish. There was also a lot of pizza involved, to soak up the alcohol, you rationalized to each other. Sometimes you’d drift off for 20 or so minutes, sometimes Sam would do the same. The two of you enjoyed your lazy day together, only remembering the concept of homework around 7pm.

“Shit, I really have to get this paper done,” you groaned, running your hands over your face, dreading sitting down and finishing a paper you had put off for far too long. You retreated to your room and pulled up the word doc you needed. After a paragraph, your phone buzzed against the hard top of your desk. L: Sorry I didn’t text you sooner, I just got home from practice Y: Holy shit they worked you all day L: Districts are serious business princess Y: Did you finish your paper for Bio? L: …yes? Y: LOGAN! Y: It’s due Wednesday! L: Which is 3 days from now Y: omg you’re killing me L: Calm yourself it’ll be done by then L: I didn’t text you to talk about school anyways Y: No? What do you want then? L: To see my girlfriend’s amazing tits Y: Oh lord L: ;) Y: Maybe tomorrow, I really have to finish my homework. Y: And if I start sexting you now, I’ll never stop L: That’s kind of the idea Y: You’re a bad influence L: Pfft yea right. Pretty sure you’re the bad influence. Getting me drunk and blowing me in a bathroom Y: I see what you’re doing and I’m not taking the bait L: Worth a shot ;) Y: I’ll see you in class tomorrow Lo L: Can I kiss you in front of the whole class? Y: Does my answer really matter? You’re gonna anyways Y: And you fingered me in front of the class already so… L: Ooo sharp tongue! L: I’ll see you tomorrow sweetheart Y: Ok, night Lo <3

#logan #logan westworld #westworld #westworld fanfic #Westworld AU #logan au #ben barnes #logan x reader #Partners #masterlist

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whiskas-pandastar · 7 years

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The Ordinary Companion

GrayLu week 2017

Day 3: Prompt- Ordinary

Rating: K

Word count: 2,135

Genre: Friendship/Romance

Summary: Lucy meets Gray at a metro station, which leads to the beginning of an unusual bond between them.

A silent connection is stronger than an obvious one.

Lucy Heartfilia was tired, sleepy and in dire need of coffee. All at the same time. She walked drowsily towards the Metro Station.

Moving to Crocus was proving to be more difficult than she thought. Apart from her apartment that was smaller than the one she lived in Magnolia and the crazy neighbors, she had to catch the 4 AM train in order to make it to Clover at 7AM. For this, she had to wake up almost in the middle of the night to get ready and reach the station on time.

It had just been 6 days and she was already dreading that early morning alarm. Moreover, the previous night her very inconsiderate neighbor decided to jam up his music, preventing her from sleeping peacefully.

Lucy was so sleepy that she didn't notice the step and found herself tripping forward, but landing on someone's chest. Wide awake now, Lucy stared wide eyed at her savior, who held her by her shoulders. He was a foot taller than her and had spiky black hair.

He looked really concerned, "Are you okay, Miss?"

Lucy felt heat rising above her neck for being clumsy and bowed her head, “Thank you so much for saving me.”

“It’s alright.” The man half-smiled. Lucy nodded and went on her way deeper into the station.

The train arrived after a few minutes of waiting. The moment it started moving Lucy felt drowsy all over again, so she removed her head phones and listened to music and watched the landscape of the rising sun. She felt someone sit next to her but didn’t bother looking for she was lost in her thoughts.

-x

“Next stop, Hachibana station...” Lucy faintly heard a woman say. She felt her head leaning on something and heard the steady voices of people. “Next stop, Clover station...” It was that voice again. The train was slowing down. Was she dreaming?

Her eyes snapped open as she looked around frantically and realized that it was already 6:45AM and the train was reaching Clover station. She quickly gathered her things up and waited near the door. She turned back to check if she’d forgotten something and saw a familiar face. But before she could react the doors of the train opened and she was pushed outside along with the rushing crowd.

-x

The next morning Lucy hurried towards the station, holding her umbrella high to protect herself from the torrential rain. She decided to quickly grab a coffee and newspaper so that she would not fall asleep again. She bought the newspaper from the small mart outside the station and rushed to the small bakery inside the station. Today she was surprised to see a long queue before the cashier. Without wasting any time, she stood in the line waiting for her turn, but after waiting for over 10 minutes she realized that the queue wasn’t moving at all and found that a grumpy man was arguing with the cashier. Glancing at her watch, she hurried towards the train and had to sprint as the doors were just about the close. Someone saw her come running and pressed the button to stop it from closing and Lucy managed to get in, saved by a few seconds. She thanked him curtly and rushed to grab a seat.

As she settled down, she found that her newspaper was wet and sodden. Sighing in frustration, she muttered to herself, “Curse these rains.”

“Are you okay, Miss?” She heard a familiar voice. Beside her was the same man who had saved her from falling the other day. Lucy put away the newspaper and smiled, “You’re the guy who helped me yesterday.”

He smiled upon being acknowledged. “You remember.”

She nodded, “Of course I remember. Thanks again.”

“No problem.” He replied. And they spoke no more. Lucy thought that this morning excitement would keep her awake, but she was mistaken, as this time, she missed her stop and then had to board a bus back to Clover and arrived late to work. Lucy thought that it was the most terrible day ever.

-x

And once again, she was surprised at how the small bakery was crowded but she didn’t stop by and waited for the train to arrive.

Upon seating herself, she saw the guy who saved her coming towards her purposefully with a brown paper bag.

“Hello.” He said sitting next to her. “I believe this belongs to you.” He pulled out a pink umbrella from his backpack.

“Oh!” Lucy exclaimed. “It is mine! Thank you so much! I thought I left it on the bus yesterday.”

“You left the train in a hurry yesterday and forgot to take it,” He explained.

Lucy laughed, “I’m really clumsy. Sorry for troubling you so much!”

“It’s alright.” Silence fell over them. When Lucy started feeling drowsy once again, she slapped herself and mentally repeated in her head to stay awake. She didn't want to be late again and be scolded by her boss. Moreover, she really didn't want to do overtime, no matter how she really needed the money.

“Here.” The guy was offering her coffee.

Lucy was surprised, “For me? Oh no I really appreciate the gesture but I can’t accept this!”

“Take it, you really need it.” He pressed the drink towards her. He was right, the aroma of the coffee was tempting but how could she accept a drink from a stranger, even though he did help her twice?

“How do I know you’re not trying to poison me?” Lucy asked and immediately regretted it as it sounded very rude and offensive.

The guy looked surprised for a moment and then laughed loudly, attracting attention from the other passengers.

“Well, I have one for me too,” He said pulling out another cup from the paper bag. “It’s black coffee, but if you don’t mind a strong one then by all means, please have mine.”

Lucy blushed, “I’m really sorry that was very rude I didn’t mean to offend you. I-I’ll have the coffee.” He smiled as she accepted the drink.

“I’m Lucy. Lucy Heartfilia.” she said shyly.

“Nice to meet you, Lucy. I’m Gray Fullbuster,” he nodded.

She sipped the coffee which was warm and surprisingly, helped her to stay awake for the rest of the journey.

-x

The next morning, Lucy clutching a paper bag found the guy she was looking for waiting to board the train. She grabbed his arm and smiled, “Good morning!”

Gray grinned, “Morning,” and for the first time, Lucy felt he looked handsome, dressed in jeans and a loose shirt.

They boarded the train together and sat down on their usual seats. After a few moments, they both said to each other in unison-

“I have bagels for you!” said Lucy. “I have coffee for you,” said Gray. They laughed and exchanged the bags, and munched on their breakfast silently. Something had changed and Lucy had started to feel less dreadful about the mornings as this fell into an ordinary routine. They would wait together for the train, he would give her coffee, while she would bring varied baked goods and they would enjoy the company of the other without having to exchange any words.

Some days, she found Gray reserving a seat for her as she would arrive late sometimes. She tried to do the same for him whenever she was early, but Gray was seldom late.

The silent exchanges changed to short conversations about what book she was reading, or how the weather was turning cold day by day and soon she was exchanging books with him. She particularly enjoyed when they read some parts together. They would read the newspaper too, which sometimes they brought along. Lucy, in no way enjoyed humor at the expense of another, but couldn’t help it when Gray made a snide remark at a fellow passenger and laughed until she would almost slide off her seat.

When she had forgotten to carry her earphones, Gray had silently realized this and shared his with her, and found that they had the same taste in music. Although, whenever Lucy would start dozing off, Gray would gently wake her up and then she would be off while Gray would continue his journey.

She was curious about him; did he live in Crocus? Where did he live? Where was he going every morning?

But she didn’t need any answers, for she felt comfortable with how things were. Something told her that Gray felt the same.

He was always there, with warm coffee, and a reassuring smile. Lucy no longer felt miserable, and on the contrary started looking forward to the mornings in the train. She was happy.

One rainy morning as her eyelids dipped and she was almost on the brink of falling asleep, Gray whispered, “Lucy, your stop is coming,”

She blinked away the sleep, “Right, sorry,” She gathered up all her things and stood. “See you,”

Gray, who looked slightly uncomfortable today, said, “Hold on Lucy,” She turned back and sensed his discomfort. “Yes Gray?” The train was slowing down.

He hesitated for a bit and then as if magically, he conjured a single white flower, which Lucy recognized as a Gardenia.

“For me?” Lucy asked, genuinely surprised.

Gray nodded, and then said, “Yes, it’s for you.”

Lucy felt her heart pound against her chest and smiled widely as she accepted the flower, “Thank you, Gray!”

And before she walked out, she turned behind and beamed at him, waving the beautiful white petaled and strongly fragrant Gardenia, while he reciprocated; waving back with a dashing smile.

-x

“You look very happy,” Mirajane, her best friend and colleague pointed out.

“Do I?” Lucy smiled and glanced at the blooming Gardenia that decorated her desk.

Mirajane, noticing the flower, with overwhelming curiosity at its sudden appearance asked, “A Gardenia? Where did you get it from?”

“It was given to me,” Lucy replied casually.

“Hm? Given to you by who?” Mirajane leaned in teasingly. “A boyfriend?”

Lucy, who had been drinking water, choked and struggled for air. “A b-boyfriend? Where did you get that idea from?”

“Oh well, I don’t know. It’s neither your birthday, nor are you sick.” Mirajane said simply. “So obviously, a boyfriend would give flowers completely out of context.”

Lucy whined, ��Please! He’s not my boyfriend!” Then she gasped at what she said.

Mirajane did not drop the golden opportunity, “’HE!’ “ she emphasized. “So there is a guy after all!”

“Oh my God, Mira!” Lucy put her head down on her desk.

“Okay so he’s not your boyfriend.” Mirajane concluded. Lucy thought that Mira would call it quits, but of course not. “So what, a secret admirer?” she inquired.

Lucy giving it a thought, blushed and immediately shot down the notion, “I don’t know.”

Mirajane squealed and jumped around, drawing the attention of all the other workers. “Mira! Put a lid on it!!!” Lucy pleaded.

“I just can’t!” Mirajane squealed once again and Lucy groaned.

-x

Due to Mira’s constant teasing, Lucy’s thoughts were directed towards Gray Fullbuster. Reflecting back on his companionship, she realized that he was so kind to her, and felt that he always had her back and was genuinely concerned for her. He wasn’t just an ordinary train partner anymore. He was so much more than that. He had made her feel happy about something she hated. He had made her feel contented.

Being lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice Gray sitting next to her, watching over her tenderly. And when Lucy, as usual, dozed off, he didn’t mind when her head dropped on his shoulder. He didn’t mind waking up twice as early to make it in time to avoid the queue for the coffee. He didn’t mind sacrificing his sleep to watch over her as a shield. He didn’t mind as long as he could see Lucy's pretty face conjure up a smile.

With the beautiful colors of twilight falling in from the windows of the speeding train, for once, Gray let the tiredness in him take over for a moment and let his head drop.

-x

Lucy yawned as she walked out of the station, the stars shining bright in the sky. She stopped by for a moment to admire them. She thought that for some reason, they looked prettier today. Her phone binged and found that she had a message from Mirajane.

“Caught you!” It said. And attached therewith was a snap, painted with the colors of orange and yellow, with Lucy and Gray in the train, dozing off with Lucy’s head resting on Gray’s shoulder and Gray’s on her head.

-x

a/n: Gardenia symbolizes purity and sweetness. They indicate secret love. They convey joy and tell the receiver you are lovely.

This was inspired by the ideas the graylu week published on their page. I hope you enjoyed this! xx

#graylu week #graylu #ft fanfics #fairy tail #gray fullbuster #lucy heartfilia #my stuff #whiskas-pandastar

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thescriptorium · 7 years

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[in human skin]

♡ for laila-heartfilia ♡

Mira&Laxus

“We go to the same college but we don't talk to each other but I just saw you sucking someone's blood and you would have at LEAST thought you'd have the common sense to do this somewhere more private"

Part 1 of 2

Laxus Dreyer was never one for gossip. It seemed a waste of time to him, talking about people he didn't know and relationships he wasn't involved in. If they had nothing to do with him, he found he didn't care. Why would he? It had nothing to do with him.

It was boring. He thought it always would be; until one very particular day where it wasn't.

Whether noticed or not, words implant themselves in your brain. It pops up time and time again, sneaking into the subconscious and laying dormant until one day it just clicks into place. It's a process, it's time consuming.

It comes from the girls chatting on the bench, the whispers that drifted through the library, even the second-long glance of the word on a scrappy poster somewhere.

One too many times, and it had the soft yet startling click in Laxus’ brain.

Not a word, but a name.

Mirajane.

Everywhere, he realized, he's heard it. Just so soft spoken that it became hard to remember exactly when or where. He didn't know her---just the bits and pieces that he could form into some mutated version of his image.

For such a popular topic, Mirajane seemed so intangible. Her presence so far away, as if she were everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

The angel Mirajane. A student with a heart as big as the school itself. She was the foundation, the skeleton on which everything relied on. The invisible crutch the student body needed but didn't deserve.

Counselor, advisor, guide, mentor. Any possible trouble, any unexpected or foreseen problem, Mirajane could fix it. She knew every in and out, every loophole, every neat trick in the book.

Her best friends were professors and administrators, tucked and snug in her pocket. Her devotees eagerly awaited a place right beside them. If she allowed it, it would be her bronzed statue sitting in the quad instead of a man of no name.

Devastatingly clever, and her beauty twice as terrifying. How many times Laxus heard what those horny freshman boys would do to her, how many times she had a girl spewing to her friend in such envy and lust.

Mirajane did not have boyfriends, and she did not have girlfriends. Rumors claiming otherwise were just that, rumors. Not to imply she had short rendezvous’ either---Mirajane Strauss was known for being completely off limits. You could flirt and tease and beg and the phrase she replied was infamous.

You're not my type.

Considering the range of her fans extended from all social and wealth classes---her type could only be constituted as otherworldly. Or, in Laxus’ eyes, no one.

Perhaps she thought no one was good enough her. Fair enough, he thought. He couldn't resort her to that point. Laxus had a type too---not because he thought he was too good for the other girls, but this type always seemed to catch his eye. Too easily, at many times.

Mirajane did not seem his type. She was nice and friendly, selfless and big-hearted. She was a mom. She helped and cleaned and cared for her students. She looked out for them, and Laxus did not need someone looking out for him.

Having his overbearing grandfather watching his every breath was enough for him. Being son of the dean was difficult, but Laxus had proven himself again and again he had what it took to consider that title. And again and again he would have to keep doing it.

The days seemed to drag into another, crawling with gnarled fingers and scuffing feet. The sun bore down on him like it wanted to sink him into the pavement, a soft throb in his head. People distanced themselves plenty at the look waging war behind his eyes. Good. He didn’t want or need to concern himself with those people.

By the time Laxus blinked, it was the next day---awoken with a start. His alarm buzzed 7am. Already a flurry of thoughts came, the list of chores he had to do, the projects he had to finish, the people he had to see. It tumbled through his mind as he got up, got dressed. Sunlight wafted through the window, birds chirping. It took Laxus a moment to steady himself as he gaze drew from the glass, down to the small bottle bleeding orange light onto his nightstand.

From consideration, to debating, to bargaining. He picked up the bottle tentatively, pills rattling around inside, slipping and sliding past the label that printed his name. He could almost feel the strain in his forehead, the cringing headache that twisted a knife into his skull. How dreadfully vapid his consciousness became, a colorful blur of daily events.

His grandfather would want him to take them. His daily dose.

Perhaps that was why he left them on his nightstand, and grabbed his phone instead.

Laxus knew it was childish to refuse doing menial things out of spite for his grandfather. He found he couldn’t help it though. When feeling too helpless, too powerless, it was all that was left to do. Already the day seemed to refresh itself. The sun didn’t feel too hot, the birds weren’t too loud.

It appeared, finally, that Laxus’ mind was clearing up.

Key word: appeared.

While he’d most silently been enjoying the early sights of day, the sun, the coffeeshops, people chatting down every sidewalk, what he did not enjoy was finding a pair viciously making out in the middle of the quad.

It was ravenous, the two. Bodies pressed, her hips straddled---molded with his, skin peeking from the metal bars of the bench facing the fountain. Hair spilled from side to side, over shoulders and grasped in fists.

Maybe because time slowed for Laxus, that they did as well.

He could see the lips that dragged over the boy's skin, perfect and coordinated. She was surreal, her movements, her sway. Like each one was a sharp breath of the sea. With a tilt those lips dragged down his jaw, teeth showing---gleaming---as she neared further and further down. It was her tongue that met the column of his neck first, pink and eager; then the canines.

Laxus could’ve sworn she looked right at him as her teeth sunk into the boy. The vein bulging and impatient beneath her mouth. It wasn’t real, he told himself. How anyone could have such a predatory, animalistic look in their eye. How terrifying one could be.

Not just anyone though.

Mirajane.

It was the hair that gave it away. Snowy white, pale as death. Draped across her shoulders and down her back like a beautifully woven tapestry. Each strand expertly executed to give her such a terrifying sense of beauty.

Laxus had never seen Mirajane before, and he was not sure he was even seeing her now. In such a state. Lips, teeth, mouth---all covered in blood. Her hands stained of it as she kept her prey still, a fox in a deathgrip, snuffed by a wolf’s teeth. The boy offered no resistance; his limbs boneless to the woman above him.

It was a second later Laxus forced himself away from Mira’s eyes, the pits burning him hotter and hotter until his brain felt aflame. He turned---whirled---eyes skipping and jumping to the students surrounding. Someone else must be seeing this.

But no. People walked, laughed. Even the ones passing right by that dreadful bench. How could no one else see this, how could no one care? It was the middle of the day---middle of the quad and yet no one was reacting but him?

Laxus’ feet stumbled with turning back to the bench. Still she sat, drinking and sucking, her eyes lidded in existential pleasure. They seemed to gleam as she felt his eyes on her again, a dangerous playful little light. She was in no rush to move.

Opening again was her mouth, lips a scarlet red as her canines pulled from the flesh. Her tongue followed the path, swirling over the holes now left barren in the boy’s throat, and up the column of his neck.

She wiped her bloodied lips with the back of her hand, eyes fierce as they stabbed into his, still lidded partway. And it was that he last saw before a white light shattered his vision.

Laxus awoke to his shrieking alarm. His heart in his throat, he coughed and coughed, pulling himself from his bed. It took the wind from his window and pure silence to keep himself sane, for him to figure out where he was. When he was. He glanced to his phone, dazzled with missed messages and phone calls from his grandfather.

An entire day---gone. Vanished into thin air. The sun was rising again, birds chirping. What happened to the day?

It was when Laxus tried remembering what he did yesterday that it all came crashing back. Mirajane. The boy. Had that been some lucid dream? A nightmare?

No, it couldn’t of been. It was too fresh, too real. He never remembered dreams as well as he remembered that. But, it didn’t make sense.

Mirajane? The beloved Mirajane? Drinking a man’s blood in the middle of the day, in the most populous place of Fiore University?

It couldn’t be real. But it was. He had no doubt about it.

Laxus sat in his room for a while, trying to catch his breath. His bed creaked and groaned under his weight. After a few short minutes, the silence calmed him. Nothing seemed real anymore. Not even his reality. The days felt fake, made up.

The last thing he wanted to do was think of Mirajane. He had too much shit to do anyways, he had no time to be pondering over whatever the hell that was. Forcing himself to his feet, Laxus continued a normal day. He got dressed, got some coffee. He went to his classes and worked on his projects, thankful to be doing so. With electrical engineering, it was easy to get lost in the work. Hours would pass before he would notice.

In the short times between those moments, walking to class, waiting in line, it bothered him. Mirajane. It was a nudge in his side, a flick of his ear. Mirajane, his thoughts mocked. Teeth clenched, he bit back a sigh. Anything to do with that name frustrated him. People still had the audacity to walk by and act careless to the performance the angel of Fiore put on. What a saint she was.

Mirajane Strauss was something, but she was no angel.

This was the mindset that had Laxus stopped in his tracks. Then charging.

There she was, right across the lawn. Books in her hand, a phenomenal smile on her clean lips. Speaking to a lower classmen that had stars in her eyes. She’d been eyeing him since he exited his building, glances over her shoulder, peeks from behind others. She knew. She knew he knew.

Laxus was not one to play games. Mira seemed to suspect this as she was pulled from her student and brought to a desolate pathway between buildings.

“What are you,” he demanded. He left no room for choice in those words.

Back against a wall, Mira blinked. Her blue eyes were startling, shining. “I’m sorry?”

“Don’t look at me like that,” Laxus growled, “you know what I mean. I fucking saw you.”

Mira’s head tilted, but her tone did not match the innocent gesture. It was stronger, deeper, uttered with curiosity. “Saw me?”

Laxus fisted the hand that laid beside her head, brick chewing at his skin. He leaned in, ever slightly. “Don’t play games.” he pulled back that slight touch, a wise thought rolling through his head. “I fucking saw you,” he repeated, breathless.

Mira changed, frame by frame. Like a reel of film strip, a new scene for each second. Her eyes captured his, the same way it did the day before. They lidded as if she were lost in his, delving deeper and further down twisted paths and caverns. The corner of her lips twitched finally, up into something Laxus did not trust.

“You remember.”

His nostrils flared. “Of course I remember, you were sucking some guy dry in the middle of the fucking quad,” he held in his breath as someone passed, lowering his voice, “In broad daylight---you think I’d just forget?”

Something in the upturn of her smile told Laxus she very well did. There was no humor behind that smile, no joy. Behind it was something poisonous, something harsh and cold and...baffled. It didn’t take a detective to tell: Mirajane did not like surprises.

Laxus was waiting. What for, he didn’t know. An explanation, a witty line, her teeth suddenly on his jugular. But, nothing came. Mira only continued to molest his eyes, switching back and forth, tumbling deeper and deeper inside. It was when a sharp pain hit his head that her gaze finally averted. Her eyes swept over his face quickly, pointedly, until they landed on his forehead. Beneath a few stray hairs was the jagged scar that crossed his skin, deep and hurting.

Ever so slightly, her lips pressed. Her gaze returned to his, the incessant blue brewing a storm behind those bright skies. Such dark clouds that began to peek from the edges of her eyes. They were encapturing, immobilizing. Laxus hadn’t the nerve to speak---anything he thought of to say wasn’t right. He wasn’t sure he wanted to say anything with that look.

That look was something that didn’t exist. It was rage, red-hot anger, utter bewilderment. Stupefying confusion. All mixed and washed into one, paralyzing expression on her face. This was not a look any person could hide. This was not a look that existed for Mirajane Strauss.

Laxus felt her elbow snatch from his grasp. He didn’t realize he’d been holding her this entire time---his body searched for ground to step away. She took one step, two, towards him. Blazing fury aflame in her eyes. Then---gone. She had turned, hair whipping over her shoulder and feet stiff as they carried her away. She still had the grace of a puritan in that motion, swaying and strolling with the breeze.

Laxus had not yet found any words, and at this point he knew he needed none. At least not yet. When he would need those words, was a question in of itself.

The time came sooner than Laxus thought. He was on his way back to his apartment now, finished with classes for the week, most projects turned in. He was tired. The day wasn't nearly over yet, but it felt lazy. The clouds were dark and dreary, the sidewalk still moist. He was perfectly fine walking by himself, listening to the squeal of his shoes, watching them in a daze, until:

“You haven’t told anyone what you saw.”

Laxus stopped short, his shoes squeaking. Off in gloom Mirajane stood, as tall and proud as ever. The bangs she had pinned up sagged a little, covered in small raindrops, but of course nothing else was affected. She'd rather be caught dead than unpleasant---not out of choice, but by mere fate of the gods. Her dress was modest, hanging below her knees, but the bodice did little to cover her chest. By the smirk that followed those words, she knew precisely what he was thinking about with that gaze.

Laxus looked around himself now, finding nothing but a few stragglers here and there. Of course she’d catch him alone like this. There didn’t seem to be anything she did that wasn’t calculated. Perhaps that was why she appeared the way she did now; all of that rage and anger from before vanished. She seemed much more lax, more in control. Careless even, at this predicament. Laxus wondered what kind of face she’d show him next---since she had so many.

“I don’t know what I saw.” he spoke.

There it went again, Laxus noticed, that humorless turn of her lips. Just the corners, barely enough to call a smirk. She pushed herself off the bench she had been leaning against, arms crossed, and strode over to him. Never in a rush, never vulnerable. She walked as if she needed all her sides protected, needed a shield to cover all her corners.

“Where’d you get that scar from?” she piqued. Mirajane did not ask. It sounded---it felt---rhetorical. As if she weren’t really interested, but wanted some kind of small talk to fill the air. She spoke as though she were interested, but not by much.

Wisely, Laxus had a hard time believing she found him for chitchat. No, this was something different. She wanted it, he could tell. It was the long stretch of her steps, the soft tilt of her head. It was how she looked everywhere on him except his eyes. Yes, this was something she needed to know.

“How come no one else remembers what they saw?” he questioned now. Laxus found that boy from earlier, the students that walked past without a whiff of what happened. All of them: their minds blank. Not a clue in the slightest of the thing that lived right underneath their noses.

Mira smiled that plastic, schoolgirl smile. She stopped circling the man resembling her prey and offered a shrug. “If you answer my question, I’m sure it’ll answer yours too.”

Laxus harshened his gaze upon her. He searched her eyes, but nothing showed. Not that it ever did much.

“Lightning accident,” he answered, “it fried all the neurons in my brain.”

She laughed. A short, commercial laugh. He understood why---it was typical. A bolt of electricity just so happened to scar him in the shape of a bolt. It crossed his forehead down to his eye, it was hard not to notice.

Only Laxus didn’t see how this answered his question.

“And those pills you’re supposed to take---they keep your head normal?” Mira inquired now. She began pacing again, a flicker in her eye.

Laxus turned as she did, his eyes forced to follow. Something about having his back to her unnerved him.

“How did you know about those?” he demanded. Had she been watching him?

Again, she seemed to read his mind. She smiled a smile that suggested something else was hiding beneath that skin of hers. That beautiful, flawless skin had some thing living underneath it.

“You should keep on schedule with those, you know,” she advised, beautifully spoken to resemble someone who actually cared for his wellbeing. Another tilt of her head, a dangerously feline gesture. “It’s in your best interest.”

Laxus didn’t understand her choice of words. Nothing ever meant what it was supposed to with her---words had entire separate meanings. It was a threat, he realized, coated in honey and sugar. You didn’t get to the poison until you’ve rolled it over your tongue again and again. By then it was too late; you were dead.

Mirajane was already half gone by the time it clicked with him. He saw her fleeting form, how even her walk changed with the weather since the last he’s seen her. Strong and full of grace.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he called after her. He had to resist approaching her---no matter how inclined he felt to keep her from leaving.

Her dress flew and danced as she twirled on her feet. Back again was the sweet and innocent gaze, the angel of Fiore. All she did was a point a finger to her forehead---his forehead, where the scar was.

“What?” he shook his head, frustration building. “No---what are you? It’s not what everyone here believes. Tell me.”

Mira only continued walking, her steps certain as they found ground behind her. Her eyes were gleaming---like the shine of a polished rock. Her voice strengthened as she drew further and further away.

“Take the pills, Laxus.” she said. It was her demand now, an order that left no debate. It’s in your best interest.

Despite the jumble of questions that piled on Laxus’ tongue, none made it out. She was too far, and he wasn’t crazy enough to be chasing after some thing living in a human bodysuit.

He was crazy, but not crazy enough.

Not yet.

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Devastation

Crazy - Chapter 23 (Previous Chapters)

Fandom: TMNT 2014-16

Pairing: Raphael x April

Rated: T

Chapter Summary: While awaiting for April to come back home, Raphael learns things he's not at all prepared to hear…

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…there had to be an explanation - there just HAD to be...

Every logical part of him tried to come up with something reasonable to explain this behavior after everything they'd been through. Heart hammering and throat parched, Raphael continued to pace around her small apartment. Habitually glancing out the many windows and keeping his scattered focus on her front door, looking down at his cell phone and searching for any clue as to tip him off as to when the beautiful brunette would make her return.

The trepidation of fear and anxiety began boiling deep in his gut without any hopes of alleviating.

Raphael was sorely tempted to text, to call if only to make sure she was okay was becoming an all-encompassing need. Yet another side of him said that he was being ridiculous; perhaps it was just a long game and they had lost track of time at a 24-hour restaurant or pub but as the minutes and hours slowly ticked by without a sign of her intending to return to her apartment, Raphael gradually lost his mind to panic.

Desperation and fear coiling in his gut; terrified for her safety.

Yes, he was damn well aware Casey wasn't just some pretty boy and could in fact defend himself. Raphael didn't need to be reminded of his heroic actions regarding Bebop and Rocksteady that day but there was a doubt, a piece of truth Raphael needed to confront -

Casey was only human.

A decent-enough fighter yet one that couldn't even hope to stand up to more than three or four foot soldiers at the most. He trusted him to be able to protect April more than Ol' Captain Vern but that wasn't saying fucking much…

The criminal activities and the Foot Clan and Karai's prison escape was not far from his mind and it was driving him insane. Karai being their temporary leader left the Foot an actual looming threat and with April out there in the city with no one more than Casey to protect her had his stomach churning with undesirable outcomes for either. The Foot was made up with experienced ninjas under Karai's control - anything could happen at any damn time and April had no real protection other than a pretty boy with a hockey stick….

Raphael was really beginning to panic.

Mind awash with scenarios he did not want to confront; possibilities that they both were indeed in trouble (Casey he didn't care so much - but April…). Picturing the beautiful brunette captured, hurt, crying for help without no one to heed her panicked calls…them hurting her, brutalizing her for information…even killing her to shut her up…

It was now 7am and there was still no sign or call from April, it finally became too damn much for him.

Grabbing his cell phone in massive shaky hands, he dialed her number before putting the small device to his ear. Desperately awaiting her lovely voice on the other line; resolute to hear her distinct tone echoing in ear. For her to answer and successfully push aside his own fearful connotations and his doubts to rest; that she was indeed fine and dandy and he was being far too apprehensive and worried for absolutely no reason (it wouldn't be the first time). Raphael would gladly take a bit of embarrassment for the chance to just hear her on the other line right now…

"Hey!" her voice started after a few rings - sounding like a beautiful chiming bell.

"APRIL!" Raphael bellowed beside himself; heat plummeting to his bowels when her voice suddenly continued uninterrupted.

"-You've reached April O'Neil. I'm unavailable right now but if leave your name and number after the tone, I'll be sure to call you back as soon as I can! Have a nice day!" her message finished and he could see her signature smile she always ended her broadcast with in his mind...Stomach dropping to his bowels like an anchor to the bottom of a lake when reality hit him…

Raphael swallowed thickly.

Heart hammering and nostrils flaring, he pulled the phone away from his face and hung it up with a shaking thumb. Excuses immediately filling his brain so he wouldn't be forced to think of other scenarios he really did not want to fathom let alone entertain. Maybe she was in the bathroom, left it on silent, or perhaps her phone just died…

…That was possible, wasn't it?

Raphael suddenly ran to her kitchen where she always left her phone cord plugged in and, like he suspected, it was there. That made sense. April just forgot her charger so her phone probably just died and she got caught up; maybe even got called into work hours ago. She was just too occupied to get the chance to call him and tell him she wouldn't be there until later on that day…

Yeah, that was probably it…

Within half an hour and still no sign or call from April to be had, Raphael was forced to accept the other possibilities. Flicking on the news, desperately hoping to perhaps see her beautiful face and happily delivering the morning news - all safe and sound. But she wasn't, but there was also no news of an attack or anything of the sort but it still wasn't enough to ease the hallow sensation filling his stomach…

A dreadful feeling he hadn't experienced since he was watching her fall from Sack's tower…

Lowering his eyes from the television, he called her again and like the past ten or so times, it went to voice-mail but more alarming was the fact it went from three rings - to two - than one before just going to voice-mail automatically….Desperation leaking into his gut, Raphael was sorely enticed to head outside and start tearing apart the city looking for her but it now being daylight, there was amount of ninjitsu, no training, and no force on Heaven or earth that would cause him from NOT being seen.

Yet as the seconds and minutes quietly ticked by without knowing where she was or what the hell could have happened, Raphael was beginning not to care.

Screw Splinter and Leonardo's constant berating of never being seen in daylight - April needed him. Raphael stood up, sorely tempted to just fling the window open and search every corner of the city for her. To ignore the screams of the citizens regarding his massive, horrid form; he wouldn't care as long as he found April. Yet when he approached the window and was so ready to just throw it open and leave…her voice in his head stopped him. Telling him to stick around - to wait for her to return. That kept him stuck there - wanting to keep his promise to stay…so he did.

"April…" he breathed; heart hammering painfully and sweat tickling at his underarms, neck, and forehead as he lost himself to his fears. Raphael was nearly hyperventilating as he plopped himself down on her couch; the leather and wood creaking painfully underneath his massive weight.

"Dammit! Where the fuck are ya?" he growled, rubbing his hand over his forehead to swipe at the beads of sweat that accumulated.

As the minutes slowly ticked by, an idea sprung to his mind and before he could even think of any connotations or questions that would await him later, he dialed his phone again.

"DONNIE!" Raphael screamed as soon as the genius turtle answered with a slurred 'what?'

"Ugh…what is it, Raph? It's too fuckin' early for you to call me…" Donnie replied grouchily and Raphael could practically see the purple-banded turtle rubbing at his eyes from the other end of the line. "Where the hell are you anyway? Patrol go on too long or what?"

"...April never came home." Raphael breathed out, not even caring how absolutely petrified he probably sounded to his genius brother.

"...what the hell are you talkin' about, Raph?" Donnie grumbled and it was blatantly obvious he was still half asleep and in no mood to deal with any of this shit.

"Did ya fuckin' hear me, Don?! I said - April never came home last night!"

"...you mean she wasn't there when you went to fix her dishwasher?"

"No, Don! She left with Casey last night."

"...on a date?" was the puzzled or rather pitied reply.

"NO!" Raphael shouted; genuinely surprised at himself for being so damn angry in response. He swallowed before he continued in a much more calm manner, "No, i-it was jus' a hockey game or somethin'."

"...Okay…So if she didn't come home, so what? Also, what are you still doing there? Are you still fixing it? It shouldn't have taken you that long." Donnie replied sounding slightly more awake but just as salty as always.

"Don't ya give me that! Of course I fuckin' fixed it! B-Besides, that doesn't fuckin' matter, Don! She never came home!" Raph shouted; cheeks heating from anger and frustration and why the hell wasn't Donnie just as worried as him!?

"Raph, she probably just went to a bar with Casey or something. I wouldn't worry about it." Donnie waved him off and Raphael had it.

"April promised, Don!" Raphael bellowed, found himself loudly stomping his foot against her thin carpet without thinking and if the downstairs neighbors hated him already, they really hated him now.

"...Promised what, Raph?" Donnie responded in a sardonic tone - one Raphael was really getting sick of hearing.

"April promised me that she would come home last night - she told me to wait for her here…"

Donnie grew silent for a long time as if quietly mulling over this new information and when the genius didn't make any more complains or sarcastic barbs as if Raph was indeed being irrational, Raph knew the direness of this situation suddenly fell over Donnie as well.

"...she did?" Donatello asked, a breathy concern to his voice was easily detected to Raph's sharp ears.

"Yes." Raph grunted out. If anything, his panic only increased at hearing how utterly concerned Donnie sounded with just those two words.

"That doesn't sound right that she didn't come home then."

"What 'ave I been saying dis whole fuckin'; time, Einstein!?" Raph growled, anger sating his need to panic, the need to rip this city to pieces until he found the beautiful brunette - hopefully safe and sound.

"Calm down, Raph! M-Maybe she just forgot."

"April never forgets and she'd never break a promise!" Raphael reasoned and it indeed was true - April wouldn't be lax about a promise; no one was more loyal or punctual than April.

"..." Donatello was silent. An unspoken worry that echoed between the silence. Very real fear plaguing the tension-filled air surrounding them. "Do you think…?" Donnie finally muttered out; both of their minds going to the prison break and news of Foot Clan activity running rampant throughout the town.

Raphael didn't speak, his heart plummeting in fear of something Leonardo had perpetually warned him about. The steadfast nights he'd been over at April's; watching her house and keeping a constant vigilance. How was he certain no one was watching him?

…if something happened to April because of his recklessness…

"DONNIE! You need to track her phone!" Raphael suddenly bellowed and Donnie yelped at the sudden sound.

"Okay! Okay!" Donatello screamed back and Raphael listened carefully as Donnie's footsteps rang about and the obvious squeaking of the rolling computer chair he sat on.

For long, terse minutes, all Raphael could hear was Donnie's labored breathing, the clack of computer keys and his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. So many scenarios playing in his head; multiple horrifying images of the Foot Clan capturing his beloved April, holding her against her will, torturing her for information about them and knowing April…she'd die before she gave them up.

A lump clogged his throat, a burning sensation in the back of his eyes alarming his heart to a near standstill. Raphael wanted to cry, scream, tear the entire fucking city apart and find those who may have stolen her and rip them limb from limb, rip their insides out through their throat while they're still alive.

If those bastards laid one finger on her…

"Raph?" Donnie's calm voice filled his ears suddenly and he was gratefully flung from those thoughts. Fists loosening from his white-knuckled grasp as he heard the voice of his younger brother.

"What is it, Don?! Where the fuck is she!?" Raphael didn't beat around the bush; bellowing at this point. Utter and complete terror filling his chest and hanging on every one of Donnie's words he had yet to speak. "Just tell me where she is and I'll go get her!" he further demanded.

"Raph." Donnie muttered and he stilled at how utterly calm Donnie seemed, "April's fine." the genius completed.

The utter relief that filled Raphael's chest was sadly short lived when another thought plagued him.

"...what? B-But wait - then where is she!? She should have come home!" Raphael shouted, very well aware of how utterly pathetic and hysterical he sounded.

"Raph - she's fine - that's all you need to know. She's…in familiar territory." Donnie was being annoyingly vague, and damn, it was beyond frustrating.

"...is she at work?" Raph asked hopefully.

"...She's fine." Donnie decided upon his vagueness but Raphael was not going to allow it anymore.

"Don, are you fucking hiding something from me? Where the fuck is April!?"

"..."

"DON!"

"...Raph, i-i-it's nothin!," Don answered with a stutter and that scared him more than anything, "a-and I-I don't necessarily think that information is entirely impervious to this harrowing situation and furthermore - "

"Dammit, Donnie! Stop beating around the fuckin' bush already! Where the fuck is she!? Just TELL me!" Raphael shouted; voice booming into the other end of his cell phone to where Donatello went completely silent at his outburst.

Long moments passed of deafening silence; own heart hammering painfully and if he had expected anything, this certainly wasn't it…

"...she's at Casey's apartment…" Donnie muttered out.

It was as if Raphael's heart suddenly became encased in ice…

"...what?" the words left before he even realized he could form them anymore.

"Hey, I-I bet it's nothing, Raph. Heh. Maybe she just didn't want him to drive back in the snow and decided to crash there." Donnie chuckled but Raphael felt as if he was going to be sick.

April had promised him she'd be back…

She lied…

April never lied to him before…

"Raph? Hey… Raph, maybe this is just a big misundersta-" Donnie's voice was cut off when Raphael suddenly hung up the phone.

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RPT Phoenix Report: Back to Back!

Part 2: The Tournament

My flight is an early Thursday Morning (7AM) and arrives around 9:45 AM Phoenix Time. I was upgraded to First Class and the flight was smooth sailing.

I uber over to The Breakfast Club next to the Convention Center to eat, and then wander over to try and complete my deck.

I ordered most of the cards I needed ahead of time, but the few last-minute changes left me scrambling for a few cards. Luckily between a couple of the vendors I completed my deck no problem.

Unfortunately, registration is not until like 4PM and not a lot of my friends are in town yet.

Luckily, Tom Ross and Jarvis Yu show up and are looking for food. 2nd brunch it is.

We eat across the street at Majerle’s and when we walk back we realize people already have the signature PT PHOENIX Bags, so registration must be open earlier than we thought.

We go register and get our bags and I get in the que!

We quickly fire an 8 man with a nice group. I know I was feeding Hunter and my 2 Opponent’s were Kevin Jones and Ben Weinburg.

I drafted a Ru Deck that was wide open and 2-0 in some great games.

While they finish up the draft, I begin looking to book a massage.

I find a bunch of places around the Convention Center, but they are mostly like out-booking to your home/hotel type places.

I finally get an answer from this girl Katie, she can take me but not until 6:30 which is like almost 2 hours away. But I really want to get the massage and she had great reviews; booked!

I just wander around the site clowning for a few hours before leaving for the massage.

Katy was wonderful; one of the best massages I’ve had, and it was only 85$ (I’ve paid like 2-3x as much at nice hotel/spas etc. for much weaker massages).

This is another big thing for me.

At any big event, especially Pro Tours, I try to be fully relaxed and rested to clear my mind and then once it starts,

I am thinking ONLY about the tournament.

I always try to see a movie/get a massage the day before and I like to eat nice filling dinner’s of exactly what I feel like.

When I walk out of the massage, I am looking for food and there is a spot called Dust Cutter in the building adjacent to me that looks like it has good reviews.

I notice Tom in the group saying he is just leaving the site, so he and Kevin end up meeting me at the restaurant.

I get this Arizona Cheese Crisp barbeque chicken pineapple thing, and it’s basically like in between a quesadilla and a flatbread/thin crust pizza and it was gassssy.

We Uber to our BNB and Tom loses the first game of the weekend lets goooooo.

We somehow find our place in a maze of similar looking complexes, and the rest of our group is already here. It’s Allen Wu, Hunter Cochran, Jarvis Yu, Nate Knox, Me Tom Ross and Kevin Jones. ‘

Sickass squad IMO.

The rest of the group tells us that the cleaning team hasn’t yet arrived to pickup from the previous guests…. And it’s like almost 10 PM.

But they end up showing up shortly after and clean it up quickly as Allen and Hunter jam Breach mirrors while Kevin 6-0’s me in G1’s of his Bant Spirits vs my UW control.

Nice Confidence booster going into the PT!

Losing every single game to drunk Kevin Jones playing one of the most popular decks.

We have 3 bedrooms with a total of 2 large beds, and 2 smaller beds. So basically with 7 people 2 people get shafted into having to share a smaller bed.

I shotgun one of the bigger beds with Tom and go pass out while people are still up bustling around.

I wake up fresh right before my alarm, and I realize most people are already up.

I woke up to Allen bustling around me and Tom’s room seemingly finishing up getting ready to go, and think nothing of it.

After showering and getting in my 50 Jumping Jacks I quickly get ready to catch the uber with the first group headed to Breakfast Club.

In the Uber I learn Allen swapped with Tom and was now my roommate, so indeed it was he sharing the bed with me.

I can’t help but think his superpowers may have rubbed off on me.

Also, 4700 ELO in one Queen bed is A LOT of ELO in one Queen bed!

We are extremely late.

I let the group know it should be ok, as the Breakfast club was quick for me yesterday, and it’s only a 5min walk to the convention center.

But the problem is Friday traffic has us arriving around 8:30.

We go to the bar and order to go, but at 8:52 we still don’t have our food lol. The draft fires at 9. I ask the bartender to please go check and he quickly returns with our food.

We scamper over to the site, Jarvis and Allen hitting somewhere between a jog and a full sprint during the last stretch of convention center floor.

Pods are just going up and I sit right around 9am ready to go. I open my French toast and bacon and begin casually eating my food. My tablemates are both jealous and surprised.

I have an overall nice-looking pod, the only players I recognize are my teammate and friend Ty on my direct left, and then David Pargh 3 to my left.

At around 9:02 pargh calls a judge and asks if he has time to run to the restroom, the judge tells him we should be starting within like 2 minutes so he should wait. I snap off the “ I will take the over on 2 minutes”. My table laughs but then I reassure Pargh; No really… You can go to the restroom. We have at least 5 minutes and if they are about to start without you I will stop them.

He gets up and starts running!!!!

As he arrives back at his seat out of breath; they announce that they are dealing with some registration issues and should have them all resolved very soon.

2 minutes looooool; too bad the WOTC lawyers are such nits and we can’t wager on these things.

At 9:14 or whatever it is I finally crack open that first pack

Protean Thamaturge 1/1 Copy 1U copy rare vs Mire’s Grasp

I believe thamaturge is slightly better, but my draft pod looks weak to me so I just take a safe pick of Mire’s Grasp that I ultimately regret a bit.

I’m passed a really bad pack with omen of the forge and 2/4 dryad rare as only options.

I take the Ilysian Grove Nymph (Not a Dryad)

3rd pick I take Heliod’s Pilgrim out of another weak pack. I have a Grasp already and there is just no card on a close level anyway.

4th and 6th I take Daybreak Chimera’s and I assume I am going to setup to be some sort of white aggro deck. I fill out with like a 7th pick favored of Iroas and an indomitable will, I also have a mogis favor I guess I 5th picked.

I open Mire’s Grasp and Daxos, and I take Daxos due to having no cheap plays and 2 chimera’s

I am passed Reverant Hoplite and another mire’s grasp; take hoplite

3rd I get a final Death over nothing, and I fill out this pack with a lagona band ¾ return an enchantment to the top, 2 white omens and a blackomen, and maybe like a flicker and a unicorn.

Going into P3 I am dying for cheap plays and white pips, and also an apathy to get with my pilgrim.

I open apathy and quickly check that box, but the cheap plays are a struggle. I end up taking like a nyxborn courser 2nd or 3rd pick, and a soulreaper of mogis like 4th. Not ideal and I am really worried, but I find a 6th pick hero of the pride, 7th pick pious wayfarer 8th pick hateful eidelon to at least end with a playable curve.

My deck looks like a 4/10 to me but I am still confident in my chances.

I end up registering 16 lands 9/7 when I should really be playing 17 bc I just decide I don’t want to lose to flooding and I will live if I get stuck on lands for a bit with this deck.

R1 vs Andrew Matthews:

This player was feeding me, and I hate how the R1 Matchup is random. I don’t understand why we can’t just play R1 Across, but alas.

My opponent starts off with a mulligan to 5.

You don’t go 50-10 in your last 60 high level matches without a lot of luck!

He still almost beats me because my draw is awkward, and my deck is not great.

But once again some luck for me; he makes a game losing mistake.

I say go with dreadful apathy on his 7/7 typhon, and he has a 6/7 as well, end of turn I activate apathy. In response he return to nature’s my apathy…….

I say ok and bin my apathy, then let him know the trigger can resolve now. And he says well it isn’t enchanted anymore.

So we get a judge and he confirms that it obviously is still getting exiled, and I untap lagonna band the apathy back to my deck and use it on his 6/7 the following turn and barely win.

He is GB with a bunch of mire’s grasps and multiple 6/7 colossus’

Game 2 I die horribly

G3 is somewhat interesting after thinking I was wayyy ahead and going to win, my opponent plays a klothys design. He had a 5/3 forerunners giving trample that I had apathied, and he had a hateful eidelon and a nyxborn colossus, so he is attacking me for 15 trample.

Luckily I had daxos and like 26 life, but I take 15 and now have to play extremely carefully around another designs. I draw flicker of fate for my turn to make it trivial as I just activate and move the apathy to the 6/7 and kill him over the next couple turns. Turns out he did have second designs :0

1-0

R2: Teammate Ty Thomason

Ty was on my left in the draft and is RG. I don’t really know much of his deck except that I passed him R omen and furious rise along with an assortment of green creatures and incendiary oracles.

In G1 I think I mulligan and have to keep a land heavy hand, and I draw my 5th land early and by turn 4 think I am a huge underdog in the game, but I draw like 5 or 6 spells in a row 2 of which are daybreak chimera and I fade his furious rise hitting removal for them over 3-4 turns as I tear away his life total from the sky.

In G2 I think I am doing ok, and I let him untap with renatta hoping he plays just one big thing, but he has 2 2 drops, and also has like warbriars blessing at a bad time for kill my unicorn. My removal is awkard and expensive making it hard for my little shitters to get thru his multiple renata beefed 2 drops.

I still think I am even and have good chances, but the storm’s wrath I forgot I passed him kills any hopes I had fast.

G3 is an epic one that I don’t believe I can do justice from memory. I keep a 2 lander on the play with a t2 daxos and some assortment of expensive cards one of which is hoplite.

I miss my land for a turn but I hit my 3rd plains on t4 and then nail a swamp on t5 which keeps my right in the game.

Unfortunately, he sort of stabilizes the board and despite hoplite for 6 or whatever and having 30+ life, I don’t have great attacks just yet. To make matter’s worse he has an oread rummager in play to go a fresh renatta, and his deck contains a storm’s wrath that should end the game on the spot at any point, and wings of hubris that will be really problematic at any point on renatta.

I finally have an ok window to attack and also have no choice because he just drew wings an attacked me with renatta for double digits.

My life total is now somewhere around 20 and I make a huge attack but making sure to leave back a couple tokens to not die to a counterattack if Ty blocks optimally.

He blocks perfectly this turn and I chipped him down to like 11 or so while gaining a few life in the process and lowering his green pips some small amount, then he untaps and hits me again down to like 9.

I untap and peel an omen by the sun and decide I can attack with everything as I have omen plus another blocker and also gaining 5 life. I play my blocker to gain 1 from daxos and then my omen to get a tap with unicorn and send the squad. He blocks perfectly again I only gain 2-3 life from tokens dying and he goes to 1 putting me at like 13 + 4 from the omen so 17 I think but I can’t remember exactly.

So I have 3 blockers my 3/3 chimera and two tokens facing down renata a 5/5 typhon and 6 other small creatures. But his hand is a nylea forerunners that he casts and after quick math my stomach drops because I am dead on board. I try to feign a bit of confidence as he counts the total number of creatures…

By the grace of God almighty, or maybe from the Allen Wu aura that I acquired from sharing the bed with him, Ty and I have exactly the same number of creatures.

So despite being at 1 Life Ty can say go because he has a chance to survive if I don’t draw an enchantment.

In his head his carytids were staying back to pump his 4/5 menace thing, but really carytids were 2/2 from renata and would’ve pushed him 1-2 damage past lethal if they just attacked.

In my upkeep I scry with my white omen sac and see plains then flicker. Flicker is easily lethal as I flicker my black omen with 1 mana left tapping a blocker for lethal, but I also have hateful eideilon to get back and play with my last mana to tap another blocker and play around any removal which he very clearly doesen’t have anyway.

2-0

At this point I am feeling on top of the world. 2-0 with a medium deck beating the best player in my pod, knowing my constructed deck is as bladed as ever.

While using the restroom after this round a guy from my pod asks how I did, and tells me he lost to the busted deck. It is Pargh who will be my opponent. He is UB and got the thaumaturge 4th and also all of the late U omens and things to go with pharikas spawn and thirsts and shimmering chimera etc. I just accept that it will be a tough match and I won’t be dissapointed if I lose.

R3 vs David Pargh:

G1 I keep a hand of like Daybreak Chimera Daybreak Chimera Dreadful Apathy 2 plains swamp lagona band trailblazer.

Unfortunately my first 2 draws are swamps and i feel obligated to play dreadful apathy t3 on his eidelon of philosphy just to be able to t4 chimera.

I do t4 chimera but t5 i draw yet another swamp leaving me with all white cards and no way to double spell. T6 is another single spell turn for me, and despite him flooding and me landing a hoplite for 6, i can only chip him down to 1 life before he has seen so many cards with omens and thirst that he finds gray merchant to stabilize and virtually lock the game.

I am frustrated going to SB bc it was a game i could easily have stolen If i just drew plains or spells instead of swamps. But i realize it’s part of why my deck sucks and I need to get over myself.

G2 is another drawn out affair where i think I have some chances early, but I begin to flood and it slips away fast. I die to the combination of pharika’s spawn shimmerwing chimera tymaret and some counterspells plus a final death.

2-1 and still feeling great.

We find out over the loudspeaker during this round that there will be no lunchbreak. I am suprinsingly happy with this. I am not hungry and ready to play some constructed to shake this loss off.

R4 vs Mark Lepine on UW Spirits

I don’t know Mark, but I do know he is an old school pro who got DQed recently for peeking in drafts. I will just say now that in our match he was extremely pleasant and did not seem even remotely sketchy at any point. That being said, I was aware of the DQ and on edge to make sure and watch close for anything fishy. We exchange decklists and i quickly see he is UW spirits, except he has 2 essence flux? and 1 Bygone Bishop???

I get the oracle on those and we get into a game 1 where everything goes right. He floods a bit and my first wrath comes down when he only has 2 mana open and no selfless spirit, and then my 2nd is cleaning up most of his resources with my life total still high. After azorious charming something to the top with t5eferi in play I know it’s over and after a dig he soon quits.

G2 is a bit odd, in that he floods and attacks me with mutavault a bunch, i at some point seal away it and he doesn’t have rattle chains and i know it’s over. We play a few more turns, and i have a spot to slam trawler, but instead go for dig EOT bc it’s so likely he has a dispute/stroke for how little he has done in the game.

Except as i cast dig he immediately says ok. And i say it resolves?? And he shakes his head and says yeah, you wouldn’t expect it to huh?

He has been friendly all match, and it just seems like more of that.

I am not sure if he’s leveling and holding a counter for trawler, but anyway i untap and have even better plays to not even have to sweat it. Then the following turn when i play trawler he was just actually being geniune and had no counter and dies to it lol

3-1

R5 vs Johnathan Lum on Sultai Delerium

G1 goes quite smoothly. I think i Censor a courser and then clean up a courser and wayfinder with a wrath, i censor a Nissa at some point, and i draw lantern to exile an URO and then later his graveyard preventing myself from ever getting Emrakuled before i can just close the game with elspeth.

G2 is another smooth sailing game early, except he eventually does build up to emrakul and i can sense it happening, but can’t really stop it anyway. The turn before he emrakuls I play trawler with a sabatoge up, so i sabatoge the emrakul and have a hand of opt only. I untap and he is taking my turn. He says draw.

My one detention sphere. He immediately spheres trawler (Bad sequencing there of course) then he opts, revealing a land. He keeps it and doesn’t play it saying go back to me again. So i have 9 mana and a glacial fortress facing down no hand but an uro that can come back next turn my life is like 17 so I’m not that worried but def a close game.

I draw dig thru time and hit 2 teferi’s and a sabatoge lol I take little teferi bounce my detention sphere freeing dream trawler with counter backup.

I managed to win a few turns later.

4-1

R6 vs Charles Wong on Sultai Invertor

Charles seemed to be a good player to me, but I didn’t know him before this match.

In G1 he had multiple carytids and a wayfinder, but i countered his URO on the way back down and I feel like he had 6-7 lands in play at a point where i had cycled 2 farmlands 2 charms a censor and 2 opts, and i have literally only lands than don’t do anything still. At any point if i draw a dig teferi narset or whatever I just win easily I assume, but instead he just resolves a topdecked jace, then untaps and resolves invertor and kills me.

Frustrating to lose to flooding in a deck that is so good at preventing that, but it happens.

G2 is just not close. My opp TS me and then t3 tracker resolves and he disputes my next 2 spells as i fall behind even further to a resolved Jace. He untaps after disputing my t5eferi or whatever and says oh u are dead, dig invertor.

30+ min in the round is not bad tho. Thats a jimmy johns run lets goooooo.

4-2

I clear my head during this walk and grab my sandwich and head back to the site ready to crush the last two rounds.

I’m just finishing my sandwich as pairings go up, Paul Reitzl is my opponent.

I am a bit annoyed at 4-2 to be playing someone so good, but that’s how the PT goes sometimes.

R7 vs Paul Rietzl on MonoB Vampires

His list looks mostly pretty standard.

In g1 he thoughtseizes me on either t1 or 2 I can’t remember exactly but my hand is just like 2 opts a farmland an elspeth and some other lands. I say this hand is gasssss against TS as i reveal it. He says it definitely is. And then i mention that I think my deck just may be really good against thoughtsieze as he’s thinking.

I tell him that elspeth is insanely good when he asks if he should take an opt. he says you are just going to see so many new cards. I say yeah but you can’t stop me anyway, he must agree as he does take elspeth. In this game i play those few opts and am flooding a bit but have 1 key spells t4-5 maybe a counterspell I don’t recall exactly.

He now has black castle and just uses it mainphase to draw a card up to 6 cards lol, down to like 13 life or whatever.

I untap and just have all lands and wrath so i escape elspeth make tokens. Then he goes like play knight of ebon into champion draw 3 or something bc he had a dusk legion zealot. Then i wrath and make 2 more tokens say go. He untaps and plays 2 dusk legion zealots down to like 8. I pump my tokens and attack and he double blocks one down to 5. i still have all lands but i drew a lantern and have that ready to cycle and say go, he untaps and murderous riders my elspeth down to 3 playing rider.

I cycle lantern as the third card in my yard besides elspeth and hit a land. So on my turn I need to draw a banger and censor does qualify as it is just an elspeth plus a card. I cycle into nothing and play elspeth for the 3rd time and pump my tokens forcing him to block both with rider + his last zealot.

He untaps and scoops showing me like 3 more swamps in his hand (he drew like 10+ lands, but apparently that happens often to this deck according to Tom Ross who played a lot of it).

G2 is another slow paced game where he hits me with mutavault a few times but I’m able to seal away it and then land teferi. He had the end of turn grasp but i have trawler and know If he has no TS it will be over. He untaps and draws a card with either castle or champion then plays a swamp and says i know you have what just the wrath?? Hmmmm and taps the black mana; i hold my breathe as the duress hits the table. lets goooooooooooo

He can’t take dream trawler so who cares what he took. I have exactly 6 lands and a teferi time raveler on 1. I put my hand on the table for duress and it was like trawler wrath censor. He took wrath and says go.

Without even picking up my trawler or untapping my lands I just pickup my censor draw a card without looking at it instantly tick my teferi to 2 and say go leaving the trawler in play and my lands tapped lol.

He untaps and does some irrelevant things like sorin pump champion attack for 5 i take it untap cycle something kill sorin gain 6.

He untaps again and says he has outs. He has to hit that one or that one. And I say woah having multiple things is a lot more than i expected. He says well it has to be right now, and plays dusk legion zealot. Then he says we did it! And slams Rankle and attacks making me sac and discard. But he now has no hand and I have wrath + field of ruin for his castle so it’s me at a high life total and 8 lands vs his 6 swamps and me getting the first draw step.

I’ll take the teferi/dig/trawler tribal side of this game. I untap and draw t5eferi so i wrath and say go, he just draws sorin with no board or muta so it does nothing. I draw t5eferi again, play one and plus hitting dig so gg yo untap 2 go.

He untaps and plays mutavault he drew and starts tanking and tanking. I grab sorin to see what the deal is if maybe it gives deathtouch somehow when sacking a vamp? But no he is just considering sacking mutavault putting tef to 2 and then drawing a vamp next turn to kill it from 3.

But i tell him I have dig thru time and another T5feri so it doesn’t matter at all, but just put a counter. When i say this he laughs and immediately throws mutavault at my teferi. I laugh and say I told you not to do that. He says I have to hope you’re lying as I am casting my dig.

I hit spells like counter spell charm and then draw another trawler and yeah, i win from there.

5-2

R8 Vs Justin Porchas on UB Invertor

I recognize Justin but don’t remember from what, and it was that we IDed into T8 of the GP Dallas I won. So we’ve never played, but we have shaken hands!

He has a pretty stock list that I think I’m favored against, but he plays very well and seems to know his deck + the matchup well.

G1 goes really long which really favors me, but I cast multiple digs and am just not finding hard counters so there are plenty turns I am in big danger of getting combo’d. He eventually does invertor with 2 jace in his yard and i think 2 other cards? And then he plays oracle keeping one of them on top.

He untaps and plays a jace with 3 cards in the deck and I believe I succesfully counter it, but when i cycle my charm and untap and draw a land I am dead if his next card is jace and he goes for it. It’s basically 33%, but it feels like 50% bc when he played oracle he seemed to snap throw 1 to the bottom as if it was Jace+ another, not just 2 jaces who cares. That was my read anyway. We’ll he untaps and says go so i have one more chance. I draw an Opt I believe. At this point I’ve run sort of poorly with seeing the bottom 15+ and knowing my deck still has 3-4 hard counters another dig and teferi in only like 15-20 cards. Justice prevails as I cycle into I believe the absorb or veto I can’t remember. He untaps and goes for Jace and when I counter he concedes.

G2 is somewhat interesting but he resolves jace, and i do deal with it with t5eferi, but he kills my teferi and also lands the new 5 mana ashiok. That cards is actually busted and it runs away with the game as I am disctracted trying to deal with it while he sets up invertor jace to kill me.

Going to G3 we have a little under 20min I believe and as I am presenting Justin notices one of his sleeves is different for some reason. He has black Matte sleeves but this one is just solid black. He asks if I want him to just flip the card over. I said no you don’t need to do that, just look at it and see what it is yourself and if you can tell what happened?

He just flips it anyway and it’s a Jace Wielder of Mysteries. OK? That is a bit weird but before I can start questioning he calls a judge on himself. The judge comes over and Justin hands him the card and says “This is Matt Costa’s” LOLOLOL

He Thief of Sanity it from Matt in a previous round and didn’t realize it until now. So the judge rules that bc it’s between games and he never got caught presenting an illegal deck basically, the fix is just to return the card to Matt and carry on. This rule sounds right to me in limited, like say you have a dreadful apathy that was actually your previous opponents, and you find it during sideboarding. You call a judge and this is the fix, just give it back move on. But this is a bizzare circumstance.

I just played two games in a constructed match where my opponent happened to have an extra copy of the single best card in the matchup?????

Is the fix really just “I know you fought hard both of those games against the onslaught of jace’s, but for now we just move on?”

And to be fair the head judge said, it’s on you to count if he has 60 and if you do so and it’s 61 he would’ve gotten a gameloss for this.

So idk, i remember back in 2008 it was cool and normal to pile count your opponents deck, but i thought these days everyone was off that. I certainly haven’t done it in years, but maybe I should start again?

Anyway, I feel a bit bad for Costa who may get a gameloss midgame here. Snook is sitting next to me Costa’s good friend and he looks sick. And i look at him and say let’s just hope Matt is done with his match. And snook nods and said that is the only thing I am thinking.

Turns out Matt was done so mise.

But anyway Justin and I are now going to a G3 with a fair number of jaces in his deck.

I hate that I can’t remember much about this game, but I know I had a good hand and ended up winning a super super tight one at the end.

He went for invertor when i was short counterspells and i was worried he was holding an oracle to go with the one in his yard. But whenever he does go for the oracle i dispute it, and he pays going down to 1 mana which lets me use my last piece of interaction, another dispute, and he concedes. If he just had another oracle/jace for next turn I had nothing and would’ve died, so that was a nailbiter to finish it off.

6-2

This one is getting really long and not much interesting happened this night anyway. We did go to a really nice Thai restaurant, but I will pick back up here on the final part 3.

There we will go over day 2, and then my

spoilers:

Top 8 match against Huey!

Thanks for reading, see you back tomorrow for the rest.

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