#falls to his knees in the dirt and says please father please dont do it please have mercy ill do anything | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

cross-d-a · 3 years

Note

I want to know ALL about Wu Xie embarrassing time traveler!Li Cu!!! ✨✨ I'm also v intrigued by Nie Huisang death death death

(Also, Cross you have so many wips; I read in awe. And to think I thought I had a lot of star wars fix-it ideas! I only have anything at all written down for two of them!)

(this refers to the WIP tag game I completed a few days ago!)

Wu Xie being EMBARRASSING & Li Cu Time Travel:

I’ve got a series of interconnected oneshots planned where Li Cu just- accidentally hops back in time to every drama/book and helps out the Iron Triangle. and it’s more like LI CU embarrassing WU XIE haha

I thought it’d be HILARIOUS if Li Cu got to see how Wu Xie (UR MY DAD BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE) is so YOUNG and STUPID and EMBARRASSING when he’s young!! Wu Xie making (ACTUALLY) innocent doe eyes at an emo Xiao Ge?? GROSS. Wu Xie accidentally (DELIBERATELY?) setting off multiple traps in a tomb?? Li Cu is 10000/10 going to RECORD THIS on his phone and bring it BACK to the future and make fun of Wu Xie FOREVER. Also!!! There are SO MANY SNAKES in Ultimate Note!! And?? Conveniently?? Li Cu has a lil’ snake buddy?? MAYBE HE COULD HELP???

I basically want Li Cu being the Actual Competent One and the baby Iron Triangle floundering. Mostly Wu Xie. I want Wu Xie floundering. I also want Wu Xie SO EMBARRASSED when Li Cu hops back to his own time.

li cu: DAD UR AN IDIOT

wu xie: i DONT WANT TO RELIVE IT PLS AND THANK

li cu: nO!! U ARE GOING TO SUFFER!! UR SO STUPID u set off FIVE TRAPS

wu xie: i hate you

li cu: no u don’t u just told me u loved and appreciated me for saving ur life like ten minutes ago. there were tears in your eyes. actually they were streaming down ur face. u might have been hugging my leg and sobbing

wu xie: tHAT WAS SIXTEEN YEARS AGO FOR ME OK i am an OLD MAN

Nie Huaisang death death death:

I think it’s hilarious that you picked out one of the resurrective immortality fics considering we were JUST talking about the old guard hahaha. This one I actually have a good chunk written so far, so here is a long snippet near the beginning. Context is that Nie Huaisang’s mother is VERY pregnant and she’s riding through the mountains to visit her family before she gives birth. WARNINGS for gore (kinda??) and child death and just- DEATH in general:

There are beasts in the mountains. Ravenous, born of fury and blood, more ragged spirit than flesh. Their claws are jagged and broken and their maws drip with sizzling saliva. They have roamed the mountains for years and years, and have only grown more enraged, voracious.

The Nie Clan have always harnessed the butchery of their past. Binding rage and ruin to themselves, channeling it through their hearts and into their swords until they are one and the same. Until it feeds upon their flesh and their spirit, gnawing on their bones, carving out a little space for itself between brittle ribs. Until, one bloody piece at a time, it consumes them whole.

The Nie Clan’s power is also the source of their doom, and these beasts who roam and know only hate hate hate are Nie-furen’s doom, as well.

They descend upon the Nie in the dead of night, a roiling mass of snapping teeth and furious howls. There is blood, screaming, desperate flashes of Dao magic and heavy blades. But there are too many and it is not enough.

But the mighty Phoenix of the West has always been filled with unmatched fury and she is full of new life and about to burst. She will not let her child die here today. Not before he can breathe sweet fresh air and keen that first high cry. Not before his father can cradle him in his arms and his older brother can plant a kiss on his forehead.

That rage within her swells. It devours her spirit and bleeds out her eyes as she screams screams screams- a raging beacon of power and brutality and every ancestor’s grief.

She slaughters everything in her path.

When she comes to, she is soaked in blood and there is pain in her belly and an ache behind her eyes and in every breath- but she is alive. She lies amidst the ruins of her people and the lingering darkness of vanquished spirits and Shan Xifeng—

She goes into labour.

It is long and hard, lasting through the night into the bloody dawn and beyond. She manages to crawl to the edge of their encampment but no further. She twists into a curl of agony and cries into the clouded sky.

Her son is born on the cusp of evening, just as the sun slides behind dark, ragged peaks. He is born soft and warm and silent.

Shan Xifeng cradles him in quaking hands. Cups his cheek to her breast. His tiny head is blood-streaked like his mother. Blood-streaked like her friends and family around her.

It is an irony that on one of the most important days of her life, she is surrounded by her loved ones and yet they are all dead.

“Little one,” she murmurs, and tilts his limp head. “Little one, please.”

But he is silent as the dead around her and that grief swells again in her breast. It gnaws on her ribs and scrabbles at her throat and she is shaking shaking shaking.

“No,” she spits. “No! He has done nothing wrong! Nothing! Does he not deserve his first breath? His first cry? Does he not deserve the family that awaits him?!”

She screams into the sky and tastes blood between her teeth. “Take me instead! I beg of you! Please let him live! I would give my life! Every single one of them, so that he may live!”

Her sword quakes along with that dark raging thing within her and she clutches her dead son close.

Then—

The faint, elegant curve of a fan in the corner of her eye. The shift of cloth, the echo of a breath. The glimmering of ethereal gold and silver, like someone has spun the stars and sun above into delicate thread.

Summoned, like a beast to blood.

“All of them?”

Shan Xifeng knows better than to face an unknowable thing and so she bows as low as her broken body will allow. She stares into the bloodied dirt and breathes in dust and rasps, “Yes.”

“Hm.” A flicker of a stretching smile, coy, with a hint of sharp teeth. She does not see the fathomless dark behind those stark white teeth, a gaping void of ravenous benevolence. It is hidden behind the flare of the fan. “Do you understand what you ask for?”

“I do,” she says without hesitation.

The grin widens, lips scarlet and dark against bone-white skin. “Then I shall grant your wish.”

A shift of cloth, then a cool hand cups Nie-furen’s cheek, guiding her up. Her eyes flicker open and she sees what no mortal has ever seen, and then that fan whispers against her cheek and blood-red lips press against hers and the last thing she feels is her golden core trembling spasming dying as life is pulled from her breath- all the lives she has ever lived, the one she lives now, and every life she could have ever lived.

Shan Xifeng falls into the bloodied dirt beneath, still clutching her dead son to her breast. And then there is no one left living in that small clearing.

Pale, bony fingers trace a delicate line through the blood that lingers upon her cheek. It is still wet and useful. Stained fingers press against scarlet lips and the life held between stark white teeth is breathed anew into that blood.

Carefully, bone-thin fingers trace a deliberate character upon the newborn child’s left cheek. The blood shines, brilliant and devastating, before fading back into a gruesome name across pale skin. Slowly, the child begins to twitch, brows wrinkling in displeasure, before a high keening wail escapes tiny lips as the child take its first breath.

“Your mother does not know what she’s doomed you to.”

A day later, travelers upon the road hear a faint keening noise not far from their wagon. When they find the clearing, they gag and retch. When they find the weak, whining child clutched in his dead mother’s arms, they shake their heads and then stare at the crest emblazoned upon the woman’s clothes.

Two days after that, the child is delivered to Nie-zongzhu’s disbelieving arms.

“No,” he says, violent spirit quaking deep within him. “No. It- it is not true.”

The traveler ducks his head and clasps his hands in a bow. “I’m sorry, Zongzhu. We were not able to take the bodies with us. You’ll have to send someone to check, but…it was the crest of your house. And…” he hesitates, then nods to his companion who stumbles up and offers a sword.

Not just any sword. A dao.

Shan Xifeng’s dao.

Feng.

“No,” Nie-zongzhu cries, falling to his knees.

“I-I’m so sorry,” the traveler stutters. “I am so, so sorry, Nie-zongzhu.”

Nie-zongzhu sobs, clutching his newborn child to his chest. “Little one,” he weeps. “Oh, little one. At least life is kind enough to have spared you.”

“Yong,” the traveler blurts.

Nie-zongzhu stares uncomprehendingly, tears running hot down his cheeks.

“It- it was written upon his cheek in- in blood. I- I think that is what his mother named him. She must have done it with her dying breath. She must have wanted you to know. He did not enter this world nameless.”

“Yong,” Nie-zongzhu echoes, trembling. “It- it is a good name, for my brave little boy.” He cups his son’s cheek and sobs. “Brave like- like his mother,” he murmurs, voice thin and quaking. “She named you well.”

And perhaps it is bravery that made Shan Xifeng give up the chance to ever be reborn. Perhaps it is bravery that saved her son’s life.

But it was all a mother’s wretched love, and Shan Xifeng did not write the character for brave upon her son’s cheek.

No, it was not Yong for bravery, but Yong for eternal.

And it is not his mother who wrote it.

Perhaps it is bravery that saved her son, but is the curse of eternity really a kindness?

No, no Shan Xifeng did not truly understand what she asked for.

But Nie Yong soon would.

The next section starts with:

The second time Nie Yong dies, he doesn’t even realize it.

He is four years old.

and the third section starts with:

The third time Nie Yong dies, his Adie kills him.

He is nine years old.

It’s basically an Angst Fest with a happy ending bc...I just need a happy ending Always. I just REALLY love resurrective immortality and I love making my favourite characters Suffer :)

I hope these were fun and satisfying to read!!

♪(ﾟ▽^*)ﾉ⌒☆

(also omg NO it’s a CURSE!!! I WISH I could just finish SOMETHING!! ANYTHING!! OMG!!! I am so envious you’ve managed to restrain yourself to a few!! Also!! I am SUPER excited to find out more about your fix-its!!! :D)

#tag game #my fic #cross talks #wip tag game #ask game

9 notes · View notes

thequeenb · 4 years

Text

Our story (part 6)

Surprise bitch, you thought you have seen the last of me

Pairings: KamilahxMC

Amy walked through a void, voices could be heard from all the directions. She felt like she was in another universe surrounded by memories that creeped inside her mind

"I love you Amy, i love you so much" Kamilah said looking at her with pure adoration

"Kamilah!! Can you hear me? Please get me out of here.. please" her voice was pleading but everything stopped as the dark figure approached

The memories faded and she was left with nothing but darkness

"Don't waste your time silly human, no one can hear you" the ancient voice echoed through the void and Amy could swear she heard this voice before

"Let me prove it to you"

Suddenly Amy could see a bright light, a window like memory she could access. As she approached closer she could hear her mother's voice, her father's cries.

It was her funeral.

"No..no i am here! Mother..Kamilah..no" fresh tears ran through her cheeks as she tried to wake up from this nightmare but she couldn't, she was trapped watching the people she loves mourn her.

"Get me out!! Why are you doing this to me?"

The figure laughed simply yet so evilly "You are my access to freedom"

Amy didn't listen, she simply approached trying to snap back to reality. Her screams filled the darkness. She ran, like there was no tomorrow but the memory started to fade away.

Before it disappears she saw Kamilah behind a tree watching from a distance. "Kamilah!!" She screamed with all her will but she was left alone, in the dark.

___

She couldn't bare the sight, she couldn't blend with the crowd and pretend like it wasn't her fault. She knew that her world was too dangerous for Amy, she knew that loving her would have consequences but Amy knew it as well. No matter the danger, the fame, the complications Amy was always there choosing Kamilah over and over again.

She watched as the crowd started to walk away one by one. Her parents were the only ones left saying their goodbyes. Her father was on his knees reaching out hoping he could feel Amy's hand. Her mother was distant, not a single tear was running down her eyes

Kamilah was angry. She was disappointed in herself for letting Amy get hurt, she was angry at Amy's mother for being so heartless towards them. But most importantly she repeated Gloria's words over and over again.

How could she not know? How could she not see the signs? She felt so stupid, so helpless and alone. Lily didn't knew yet, Adrian didn't knew, nobody knew she died. They all saw the news about the accident but they don't know the bitter truth.

When no one was there she approached hesitantly. Every step felt heavier than the last. What could she possibly say? I am sorry i couldn't protect you? I am the one to blame? Even if she said so there was no point. Amy was the one buried underneath dirt and she was here on earth not knowing what to do next.

She held a red rose on her hand, one that doesn't mean anything anymore.

"Do you remember the first time i bought you flowers? You kept them in a vase even when they were ugly and dead" she said focusing her gaze on the flower she held.

"And you said 'they are beautiful because you gave them to me' " she smiled bitterly as she let the rose on the stone, her hand shaking.

"My life.." she said exhaling heavily

"My life was like a dead rose and you just came into it and made it worth living, beautiful"

A single tear fell from her eye but she didn't wipe it, she let it roll down her cheek and it died on her lips leaving a bittersweet sensation in her mouth, just like the life she have to live without Amy.

"Kamilah.." she could have sworn she heard Amy's melodic voice in the distance. She closed her eyes focusing on her sensations.

And there she heard it again..and again.

"Amy.." she breathed out trying to understand the purpose of what is happening.

She turned around only to find Gloria staring at her. Disappointed she brushed off the possibilities of Amy calling her name. She probably miss her to much.

"She wouldn't want you to be sad" Gloria said as Kamilah turned her back on her.

"And what would you know? You never loved her" Kamilah spat out angrily

"I could say the same about you dear" her tone was ironic triggering Kamilah's anger even more but she didn't turn to face her, because if she did it would be her funeral

"Look what loving her did to her"

In an instant Gloria was held by the neck as Kamilah lift her from the ground

"You really think you know what we had but you dont" she said squeezing her throat tighter

"If you didn't tell them where we were she would have been here!!" Kamilah rose her tone more than she intended, filling in the deadly silence

Gloria was gagging trying to take a small breath but Kamilah's hand didn't let any air access her body. Her eyes widened as her face turned blue

"You could have told her the truth, you should had protected her like most mother's do!!"

Unexpectedly she let Gloria fall to the ground as she was taking long deep breaths coughing

"I don't want to see you again because if i do.." Kamilah said kneeling besides Gloria caressing her cheek "i wont hesitate to end you"

Without another word Gloria tried to stand up to leave but she made the deadly mistake to speak "I am glad..you don't..have her"

___

Amy felt her head was spinning, her senses were intense like nothing she ever experienced. She could smell the earthy scent around her. She could feel the heat and the small space she was in but mostly she could feel that devastating hunger that torn her apart.

"Wha..what is happening"

Two pointy teeth poked her lower lip and the realisation settled in she is a vamprire. As soon as she realised what was happening her heart started racing.

She kicked the coffin with all her strength "Open you piece of shit!!" And she kicked again and again until she was free.

She started trying to find the surface and as she did so she realised she didn't had the need to breathe nor felt like she was suffocating. After a while she felt the air hit her hand and she pushed harder getting out off the ground.

As soon as she felt the air access her lungs her senses kicked harder as her hunger grew. She felt out of control, like she wasn't even in her own body but then she saw a figure and she approached stunned.

Her vision was blurry as the need for blood consumed her completely. She could smell fresh blood that wasn't that far away from her. As she walked further holding her self up there she saw her. Kamilah standing before a dead body, her daggers filled with delicious blood

She walked to her direction forcing herself to speak "Kamilah.." she said breathless

Kamilah gazed at Gloria's body, her eyes were red with anger, her heart was filled with loss and pain but then she heard a whisper, Amy whispering her name.

Turning around she saw her before her own eyes. Her clothes were covered in dirt and she was holding herself up with difficulty

"Amy.." she breathed out as she reached for her but the moment she did so she collapsed on her hands

"It cant be.."

Tag list: @kamilah-the-bloodqueen @wildsayeed @samgtt700 @nydeiri @la-guera-69 @thepotatobleh @justastranger-passing @blackphenix9527 @mrskamilxh @onyxgaytrash @scarlet-letter-a0114 @lovestruck-sapphic-choices @sergeant-pepper-loves-choices @justanother-lesbo @justyourlocaldyke @vonda-b-real

#kamilah x mc #kamilah sayeed #bloodbound #choices bloodbound #bloodbound kamilah #bb kamilah #mc x kamilah #choices kamilah #choices fic #choices fanfiction #bb fic #bb fanfic #bloodbound choices #kamilah sayeed x mc

49 notes · View notes

just-my-fandom · 5 years

Text

Hold Me (Peter Parker x Stark! Reader)

Request; Hi so I know you're getting a lot of sad requests but can I request one more for Peter Parker? Reader is Tonys daughter (I know you got so many Stark daughter requests) and is super super close to Tony after loosing her mom, and she is at her fathers side when he dies and when the reader goes back home with Pepper and Morgan she skips the funeral to stay in her room and Peter comes to check in on her and she starts crying and asks him to hold her?

Warnings; Lots of crying, reader becomes depressed and it shows

What really ticks me the fuck off was I had over half of this written, pressed save and some "unknown error occurred" and deleted my shit, CAUSING ME TO REWRITE THIS SHIT. Fuck you Tumblr

__________________________________________

"Dad!"

Tony slowly lurrs his head to the broken sob next to him, a figure dropping to their knees in the dirt and moving their hands to his shoulders

"Dad, please," It's his daughter, eyes full of tears and already falling down her cheeks, fingers drawing down to his chest to grab at his shirt, "Please talk to me,"

Tony moves his eyes up to your face, stained red with blood and bruised from taking punches,

"Y/N?" Tony lifts up the hand that rested in his lap, your eyes darting downwards before you take the hand, holding it up to press to your heart,

"Im right here Dad, I promise," You scoot forward, fingers tight around Tonys as you searched his eye's, "Dad you gotta stay strong, please, just for a little bit longer,"

Tony closes his eye's, head shaking weakly, and he grabs your other hand, dragging it to the light on his chest,

"Dad," Panic is visible in your voice when Tonys hand drops, going limp in your grasp, "No, no," You tug at his shirt, chest heaving in sobs,

You pinch your eyes shut as the light fades, leaning forward so your forehead pressed to his shoulder, arms sliding around his back, "Dad please, dont leave me too,"

"Y/N," Your godfather, Rhodey, kneels down, hand at your back, "Sweetheart,"

The cry your release shatters Rhodeys heart, arm wrapping around you to slowly pull you off your father, but your hands fly to his arms, a scream tearing through your throat,

"No!! Please! Dad, wake up!!" Knees falling weak, you drop your head so your hair blocked your face, sobs shaken as you allow Steve to wrap his arms around you, holding you up against his beaten form,

"Dad," You hiccup, Steves hand pressing to your head and lowering it down to his chest, your eyes shutting tiredly,

"It's okay," Steves voice quivers against your ear, eyes looking away from Tonys form, "I got you,"

____________________________________________

"Mrs. Stark?"

Pepper looks up at the weak voice, the all too familiar face of Peter coming to view as he bites the inside of his cheek, "U-um, sorry, Pepper,"

"Im guessing you're looking for Y/N?" Pepper asks gently, Peter pressing his lips together, nodding slightly,

"In her room," Pepper smiles weakly, "Be gentle,"

"Got it," Peter whispers, nodding in thanks, and he walks up the stairs to the home owned by the Stark family, eyes catching the picture frames lined on the wall,

One was of you at newborn, Tony holding you so your head was in his hands, and Rhodey sat across from him, laughing off guard of the camera,

Peter looks away, entering your room and pausing when he reaches the door,

He finds you, curled in a recliner seat you had by your window, one of Tonys button ups thrown on and arms tucked against yourself,

Your eyes showed dried tears, staring out the window to give you the full view of the lake, down below being the family of yours and Tony's,

Peter silently slides off his tux jacket, unclipping his bowtie and setting it on your bed, unmade like it has always been,

"Hey," Peter murmurs, slowly squatting down in front of the recliner and hesitantly placing a hand at your thigh, "I don't think I should ask if you're okay,"

You swallow thickly, Peter visibly seeing your eyebrows pinch at a headache that never left, eyes leaving the window to look down at the teenager,

"I should've been me," You whimper, Peter shaking his head slowly and tucking hair behind your ear,

"No, please dont say that," He pleas, and you blink rapidly, tears blurring your vision,

"It hurts, so so bad, Peter," Your arms slide out from around you, hiccuping as you press your sleeve to your eye, "I cant believe hes gone,"

"I know, baby," He draws his thumb under your eye, own eyes shimmering at your broken state, "I know it hurts, but Im always going to be here for you, no matter what happens,"

"Peter," You meet his eye's, arms sticking out, "Please dont leave me,"

Peter rises to his feet, arms looping around you and pulling you up, holding you tight under his chin,

"Never," He breathes, hand running through your hair and allowing you to cry into his shoulder, "I promise I'll never leave you,"

. . .

"Peter?"

Peter slowly blinks open his eye's, squinting at the light of the hallway shining, making out the figure of Pepper at the bedroom door,

"Oh, Pepper, I-I must of fell asleep," He whisper shouts, eyes looking down at you to catch your nose in his chest, face at peace and hands at his sides,

"No, no," Pepper smiles, "It's okay," She holds up her phone, "May called just to check up on you. She's okay with you staying the night, Y/N's finally sleeping with you here,"

"Its really bad," Peter frowns, hearing you inhale a deep breath and release it as your muscles relax against his soft touch, "Im afraid she wont be okay if I leave,"

"You can stay as long as you need," Pepper states softly, "You know how Y/N can be, if it comes to it she can spend nights at your house,"

"Stop talking," You whine against Peters chest, voice muffled as you blink open your eyes and look up, "Im trying to sleep,"

"Sorry love," Peter smiles warmly, and Pepper chuckles, sending a wink and closing your door with a soft click,

"I'll be okay," You murmur, hand rubbing your eye as you press your ear to his chest, "I just need you here for a while,"

"And I'll be here," Peter presses kisses to your temple, then tilts your head up with his thumb, lips brushing yours, "Whenever you need me, Sweetheart,"

"What would I do without you?" You smile tiredly, Peter pecking your lips before sliding his mouth to your cheek,

"You'd be dehydrated, sleep deprived and you'd starve yourself," Peter raises an eyebrow knowingly, and you laugh in his ear,

"True," You slide your hands to the back of his neck, scooting up so you were facing him straight on, "I love you Peter Parker. Thank you for being here,"

"Of course," Peter whispers, your fingers tangling in his hair as he leans forward, forehead bumping yours as your eyes flutter shut, and he realizes you've fallen asleep when your smile falters and your grip has loosened,

"Good night," Peter presses his lips finally to your nose, resting his head on the pillow and allowing darkness to consume him

#peter parker x stark reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker x sister reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #tony stark smut #tonyxpeter #tony stark imagine #tony stark x reader #pepper stark #pepper potts #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #rhodey

635 notes · View notes

justsomegruviastuff · 5 years

Text

Loosing control / gruvia fic part 2

This is the last part of the fanfic ! It look me a long time to write it and I wasnt able to draw a good picture I tried 2 ideas and they both ended up trashy so no drawing in this one ! I hope you enjoy it and thanks for all the love in the last one 🌹

Seing Juvia on the ground unconcious with her neck covered in bruises drove Gray crazy . The strange marks started once again appearing on his body . He stood up and saw Laxus maniacally laughing from afar and the thunder legion standing ready to attack .

" You're going to regret this " Gray hissed and he was now fuming . His fists clenched the second Freed approached casting a spell in the process. He quickly dodged it and in a split second he grabbed him by the neck and threw him on a wall leaving him unconcious since he was already badly injured . Evergreen was next , she used her wings and flew near Gray but before she was able to attack he froze her wings with a swift hand motion and she fell to the ground . Bickslow came running towards him and his babies circled around him . Before they attacked he covered the space around him with ice walls and pushed them hard in their direction , smashing Bickslow and his babies .

" Oh finally , I was getting bored " Laxus smirked as Gray walked step by step near him .

" Come on Gray ! Or should I say demon ?" Gray stopped moving slow . He punched Laxus with an ice fist .

" Is that all you can do? " Gray casted a spell that surrounded Laxus in an ice circle and was ready to smash him but with his lightning he destroyed the ice .

" Come on I'm sure a demon can do better than that " Gray hissed and punched Laxus .

" I'm not a demon " he screamed. Laxus grabbed his fist and gave it a hard squish.

" We both know who you really are Gray ! You're just like me , you're evil you were always evil! You might be fooling everyone else but I know how it feels , to have this darkness inside you that urges you to do horrible things ! You seek for blood just as I do , I tried the nice act but it didnt work ! The white doctrine showed me a better path and you should be a part of it ! " with every word he squished Grays knuckles.

" I'm... not like .. you " Laxus laughed

" You're worse than me " Gray was struggling but he managed to escape Laxus grip . He stood in front of him .

" You killed your own master . You tried to kill your father and you went completely demon on your best friend Natsu . You're trying to protect her from me ? You should be protecting her from yourself, you left her alone and completely shattered her ,theres a reason why you always fail to keep her safe . Drop the goody -two- shoes act Gray you're not fooling me , you're pure evil . "

Grays mind went blank his head turned when he saw Juvia coughing and Laxus smirking .

" I'll show you evil " in mere seconds he froze the whole landscape , encasing half of Laxus body in ice . He smashed the ice with his fists and sent him flying to a wall . He punched him twice in the face and kicked his ribs , Gray was so fast with every attack Laxus wasn't able to react . Grays fists hit Laxus again and again and he was tossed around by smashing on the wall and falling on the ground . He was now seriously injured and bleeding but that didnt stop Gray .

" You're evil "

" you're a monster "

and other things that Laxus said were ringing in his head replaying every second . He had seriously injured Laxus and he wasn't going to stop there .

" Gray - sama " he barely heard her voice and he continued beating Laxus . He punched and punched until he heard footsteps approaching.

" Gray - sama .. stop " all he was hearing were Laxus words again and again .

" You're a demon "

" You're a monster "

his body shivered when he felt a warm hand touching his shoulder, he quickly turned around and with his fist encased in ice he scratched Juvias body .

" I'm not a monster !" He screamed while he ripped Juvias remaining clothes with one hand motion . His eyes widened and his blood went cold , he shivered and his heartbeat increased. In front of him was none other than Juvia , she clearly had struggled to get near him. Her neck was badly bruised and she was coughing blood . Her clothes were ripped and covered in dirt .

His heart skept a beat when he laid his eyes in the direction his hand went . The ice part of his hand was covered in blood , juvias stomach was bleeding and she had a hand over it trying to stop the blood from flowing . What made his heart burst was the spot that he had cut , memories flew through his mind when he saw the familiar scar that he had just reopened.

It was like the whole world had stopped moving it was just him and her . He was unable to move , unable to breathe , he couldn't believe what he had just done . No , that wasn't him, he would never , ever hurt her, not in a lifetime . He was not a monster and only monsters hurt the ones they loved , he wasn't one of them , or was that what he thought? Because the picture in front of him said otherwise.

Finally he came to his senses and reached to her , trying to help her . What made his heart ache was that when he reached his hand she jerked away terrified . Her hands were covered in blood and she was groaning in pain, he did that to her . Grays gaze was focused on Juvias scar that was now covered in blood . His head turned immediately when he heard a sound coming the other way . He saw Laxus groaning, laying on the ground badly injured , he was bleeding everywhere and he was covered in bruises .

Gray then realized , he got up from his feet to look around , the whole landscape was covered in ice . From a far he could see Bickslow covered in scratches and bruises laying on the ground unconcious, in the same condition were Evegreen and Freed , his friends , that he just hurt , he did that to them . Gray hated himself even more with each passing second,he tried reaching to Juvia but she would jerk away scared.

" You're a monster" he heard Laxus whisper before he completely lost conciousness. Gray lifted his hands to his head and started shaking . His whole body was trembling. Suddenly he punched the ground and started screaming.

" I did that ! I'm a fucking monster ! Why did I fucking do that? " he was pulling his hair maniacally and punching the ground while screaming. His body froze when he felt her touch again , even though it wasn't warm like before because of the blood covering it , he still recognized her touch .

" Gray - sama ? " he turned his gaze towards her and when he saw her his body immediately relaxed . She wasn't jerking away , she wasn't afraid of him . His eyes fell back to her scar . He reached his hand on top of it and froze it so she wouldn't lose too much blood, even though she already had .

" I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry " he whispered to her and his voice cracked , a tear rolled down his cheek . He felt her thumb wiping it away and he let himself enjoy her touch , but it didnt last long, he quickly realized . He suddenly jerked away .

" No ... you shouldn't be .. comforting me ! I ... this is my fault ... your bleeding because of me ! " juvia had a sincere expression on her face .

" It wasn't you Gray - sama ! Whoever did this to Juvia wasn't you! " Gray raised his eyebrow confused.

" It was me , I lost control and I hurt you... and everyone else ! You should hate me right now " Juvia gently cupped Grays cheek and removed another one of his tears .

"Juvia will never hate you Gray-sama ! Juvia loves you too much to do that !" Gray was looking her straight in the eyes .

" Then why did you jerk away when I tried to help you ? " juvia didnt answer , she couldn't. Gray got up from his knees and still kept his gaze towards Juvia.

" You see ? You know that I'm a monster ,you just cant say it !" Juvia suddenly got up herself struggling a little because of her wound .

" No no ,that's not true ! Gray -sama is not a monster! "

" Then why were you afraid of me ?" Juvias eyes fell in the direction of his body , she gulped loudly.

" Juvia wasn't scared of you ! Juvia was scared of that... " juvia pointed towards Grays body , where his marks were . Gray was once again confused.

" But.. that's a part of me !" Juvia gently grabbed his hand .

" That you have to learn to control or it's going to control you , like it did now! "

Gray started caressing her hand . More tears rolled down his cheek .

" I'm never going to be good enough, am I? Juvia came closer to Gray and grabbed his other hand too .

" Good enough for what darling? " he raised one of his arms and started playing with her locks .

"You! ... you deserve so much better than me " juvia chuckled.

" Gray -sama , you made Juvia better ! "

"What do you mean ?" Gray asked concerned .

" Juvias wasn't always like this ! Juvia was a horrible person once , I was moody and depressed and mean , Juvia wanted to hurt people, make them suffer like she did !" Gray cupped her cheek and brushed some hairs and dirt of her face .

" But you're not like that now ! Now your cheerful and full of life . You give nothing but love and happiness to everyone and you dont expect something back" Juvia smiled .

" Gray - sama you did that ! You made Juvia the person she is today ! If it weren't for you she would have lived her life thinking that she didnt need love " Gray slowly got closer and he gently rested his forehead to hers .

" You deserve all the love in the world " Juvia caressed Grays cheek .

" Gray -sama does too . So please let Juvia show you that you deserve love , like you did to her " Gray finally let out a sincere smile and admired Juvias ocean blue eyes .

"This is a dream " he chuckled and so did Juvia .

" And we deserve to live it , toghether! " Gray smiled and their lips were now a centimeter away .

" Yes , yes we do !"

And finally he did the thing he'd been dying to do for ages . He kissed her. I'm not going to say that the kiss was magical because that's an obvious understatement.

•~ Let's just say that her lips were for only him to kiss , her scent was for only him to smell , her taste was for only him to taste and her heart is for only him to keep .•~

The end

Yep I wrote that last paragraph and I'm proud of it just as I am for the rest of the story so I really hope you like it 😍🌹

@sweetmemories2606

@juvialos-blog

@lovelocksers

@allie-and-her-fandoms ahhh I cant find you its frustrating sorryy !

Thanks to all of you for all the love in the last one I appreciate it I hope you like this one !🌹

#gruvia #juvia lockser #gray fullbuster #gruvia angst #gruvia fanfic #gruvia fanfiction

85 notes · View notes

lovedroughtff · 5 years

Text

Chapter 1~ Emotions

It's over and done But the heartache lives on inside And who is the one you're clinging to instead of me tonight? And where are you now, now that I need you? Tears on my pillow wherever you go go I cry me a river that leads to your ocean You never see me fall apart In the words of a broken heart It's just emotions taking me over Caught up in sorrow Lost in the song But if you don't come back Come home to me, darling Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to hold me tight Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight Goodnight, goodnight

Sienna

I sighed, getting off of the ground wiping the dirt off of my knees, and making sure that I did the same for Brielle.

“Mommy, I’m hungry.” She said as I picked her up and started to carry her away from the gravesite

“I know, me too Bri, we're eating at grandma’s and baba’s house.” I told her once we got to the car.

She started to wiggle from excitement in my arms, which made me laugh on such a bad day.

“Cmon silly girl, we gotta go!” I said strapping her into her seat. Once I made sure she was secure, I walked around to my side to get in the car. But I had to pray first.

“Lord, please give me the strength today. I really need it.”

I looked at the tombstone again, and got back into the car before I started to cry.

Leaving the cemetery was a struggle, but I knew that I couldn’t stay here without breaking down like I did every year when I came. Today was the day that the love of my life, Julian was brutally murdered. He was my high school sweetheart, and it’s been seven years since he was killed, yet it hurts like it was yesterday.

My sisters were cooing over my stomach and rubbing, as I just told them that I was pregnant. Even though, I’m only 20 right now, I couldn’t wait to have this baby. Julian and I decided to keep the pregnancy a secret, especially since once we told our parents we knew shit would hit the fan. But also, to make sure that nothing happened to the baby.

I was four months pregnant today, and barely showing, and glad for it.

“Does Mama and Baba know?” Kristen asked,

I nodded, “Baba nearly put JuJu through the wall in the kitchen. I had to stop him from hurting him.” Chuckling at the thought.

Baba is Persian for Dad.

“Of course he would, you know Baba doesn’t play about us.” Rocky laughed.

We were all light hearted and cracking jokes and making up baby names for my and Julian’s child, when his younger sister called me. I picked it up still laughing with my sisters.

“Hey Jilly-“ I paused and sat up once I heard her crying.

“Sienna, you gotta get to St. Mary’s Now!” She sobbed.

“What’s the matter Jilly?”

My sisters were now concerned at the nervousness in my face and how my body stiffened while being on the phone.

“He was shot Sienna! You gotta get here now!”

“W-who was shot?”

I started trembling at the thought, that I knew exactly who she was talking about.

I didn’t even hear her when she said Julian’s name, I just dropped the phone with tears running down my face.

He was dead by the time that I made it to the hospital. Brielle never got to meet her father, and doesn’t know his side of the family.

I blinked coming to as I looked up and noticed we were at my parent’s house. I don’t even know how I got here. I really was on auto-pilot today.

I looked in the backseat and saw Bri knocked out cold and I thought it was the cutest thing, she looked so much like Ju it was scary.

I picked her up and carried her into the busy house that had all of my siblings and my parents. I laughed when Bash, my 14 year old brother, nearly ran into me.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry Sissy.” He said calling my nickname once he realized who I was carrying.

“It’s fine Bash, can you take her to her room please? My daughter is heavy.” I smiled.

He nodded, “I think it’s a shame that she has a better room than I do, and I live here.” He laughed, carefully taking Bri out of my arms making sure that she didn’t wake up.

“Thank you Bash!” I said kissing his forehead, right before he ran up the stairs.

“No problem.”

When he was out of my sight, I let go of my exterior and frowned. I didn’t know how I was going to get through tonight like this. I was miserable and sad, all I wanted to do was fall asleep cuddling my daughter in my bed.

I left from the front of the house and started walking towards the living room and past the kitchen when I heard a commotion come from in there.

“Salvador! Please get out of my kitchen!!” I heard my mother yell, if she was calling Baba by his first name she really was pissed.

“Alright, Alright, I’m leaving!” He said with his hands in the air, retreating from the kitchen.

I laugh catching his attention.

“Oh Sienna! How’s my baby girl?” He asked engulfing me in the biggest hug. I smiled laughing at his excitement to see me and his thick accent.

“I’m fine Dad. Thank you for asking.” I mumbled in his chest, He gave the best hugs. I honestly felt myself smiling once he let me go.

“I know that Julian was a great love, and today is tough. But I know he is looking down on you and Brielle from above.” He spoke.

I nodded appreciating the words that he was telling me.

“You know I always liked him.”

That had me crying, “Baba, you know that was a lie, you tried to severely hurt him once you found out I was pregnant with Bri.”

He shrugged his shoulders and muttered things in Persian.

“Ay! Baba. What are you talking about!” Kristen yelled, I guess she heard him rambling when she came into the house.

“He said he liked Ju and I told him that was a lie,” I chuckled trying to hide my smile at the fact that my step-father was still rambling on.

Kristen just shook her head, “Baba, please. English.”

He rolled his eyes, “You understand me either way.”

We nodded, that was true.

“Salvador, Leave the Vivienne and Violet alone!” Ma shooed as she came out of the kitchen

He started speaking in Persian and waving his hands around, then walked off, still rambling. Mom was totally confused, but Kristen and I were damn near on the floor.

“What is he muttering on about.” Mom looked at us.

“Long story short, He said “Your Maman is crazy!” And started talking about you kicking him out of the kitchen.”

Mom rolled her eyes, “Your father is nuts!”

We both shook our heads and let mom rant while walking in the kitchen.

“Where you coming from Kris?” I asked her

She shrugged, “Daddy’s house, with all the other siblings. He says Hi and if you need anything to call him.”

I nodded, Her dad always cared for me.

My family dynamic is interesting to say the least. My mother is Valentina Harris- Jimenez and I don’t know who my real father is. My mom had me at 17 and from what she tells me, my father was extremely older than her and that when she found out she was pregnant at 16, she told my dad and he dropped the bomb on her that he was married with children, and walked out. She never saw him again. My mom doesn’t talk about my father and I don’t ask. Besides my mother and I, I have younger siblings consisting of four sisters and one brother.

Kristen is 2 years younger than me and her dad is Tony Hayes. He was like a father to me and then mom and Tony split up. He has 3 other kids by his wife.

Then there’s my baba. Salvador- But everyone calls him Mateo. He literally took Kristen and I under his wings and raised us with my mom. He also fathered my little sisters Rocky, Ari and my brother Bash.

Kristen and I love Baba like he is our own dad and he loves us just like were his own daughters.

“Hello, earth to Sienna!” Rocky snapped her fingers in my face

I rolled my eyes, Rocky and I hardly ever got along, she was always argumentative and I never understood that.

“Yes Raquel?” I was already annoyed.

She tightened her lips, “I was asking you if you were okay, being that today is the day your boyfriend got killed, but never mind then.” She walked past me, but not without bumping my shoulder.

“You don’t have to be a bitch all the time, Veronica.” Kristen called out.

“Dont give a shit Violet.” She called back

Ari was coming down the stairs with Bash and Brielle on her heels.

“I guess we know who got Baba’s temper.” She said

Ari came to hug me and Kristen picked up Brielle.

Before we could even talk, mom came out of the kitchen, “TIME TO EAT!”

I whispered in my head, “Thank you God”, because I could not answer another question about Julian.

Ace

Laying in my bed, I played in her perfect straight black hair that she had just got done. We were both sweaty and sticky, but it was fun to get this way with her.

“What are you thinking about?” Dahlia asked me.

I shrugged, “Nothing really, I like your hair like this.”

“Like what?” She shifted herself and the covers, so that she could look at me , but it just showed her naked body even more.

“I like it straight, I know you prefer curly hair but I like your hair straight.”

She made a mhm sound, and got up from the bed going into the bathroom. Sitting up, I watched as her fat ass swayed in my bathroom

“You like to tease me huh?” I called out

She poked her head out of the bathroom, “Of Course, why wouldn’t I, Papi?” She smirks going back into the bathroom,

Dahlia and I have had a very long on and off relationship since we were kids. We lost our virginities together, had pregnancy scares, went through a miscarriage, a lot of ups and downs. She cheated on me when we were younger as well, and I stopped fucking with her, for years. She broke my heart and made me become heartless, but I still love her.

A friends with benefits kind of situation. That’s all I can allow to happen, because I don’t trust her, but I still only want to be with her.

I heard the shower start, so I slipped on some boxers and shorts and made my way downstairs.

I was shocked when I saw Austin and Cash in my kitchen.

“Niggas, the keys I gave you are in case of emergencies only.” I was annoyed as shit that they were here. Especially since D is upstairs.

“This was an emergency. We were hungry.” Austin mumbled while shoveling my left over pasta in his mouth.

I wanted that, I smacked my lips.

“How long y’all been here.” I muttered while looking in my fridge.

“Long enough to hear you fucking some hoe.” Cash said, while looking at her phone.

“She’s not a hoe.”

I turned around to put the ingredients to my breakfast on the counter so I could start cooking.

“Who was it?” Austin asked.

“Don’t worry about it.” I mumbled.

I know that caused them to look at each other, because they got extremely quiet. After a few minutes of me cooking and Austin and Cash playing with each other, I was glad they didn’t ask me anymore questions.

“Ash!!” Dahlia called out, and I sighed, because I knew I was about to get an earful from my sister and best friend.

She came in the kitchen and stopped once she saw them.

Dahlia cleared her throat, “Hey Austin, Autumn.”

“What’s up D?” Austin said, he hugged her and I could tell that she had missed hanging out with him.

Cash didn’t say anything, except throw death glares at her.

Once her hug from Austin was over, she came and hugged me and kissed me on the lips. She whispered in my ear, “I had a great time last night and this morning, maybe next time we can do this without an audience.”

I smirked and laughed, “Lemme walk you out D.”

We walked out the kitchen and she grabbed the remaining of her stuff before walking out of the door. Leaving the house and going to my driveway, both of us were silent, until we reached the car. I spun her towards me and gave her a very passionate kiss. She moaned and I immediately wanted to bend her on the hood of her car and take her.

“D, you can stay.” I mumbled against her lips, grabbing her ass.

She shook her head, “I can’t I got shit to handle, and plus your sister would literally kill me.” She got out of my hold and started to get into the car.

“I don’t know why she hates me.” D mumbled.

That instantly pissed me off, “You know exactly why she hates you.”

Seeing me get irritated, she sighed, “I know, and I apologized many times Ash.” I didn’t respond.

“I love you.” She said looking at me, I didn’t respond again, I just stared at my feet.

I heard her hurt and looked up at her, “I love you too, call me when you get home.”

She nodded and got in and drove off.

I turned around to see Cash and Austin standing in my window. Cash looked pissed as fuck. I sighed knowing exactly where this was going.

Three hours, three hours is how long my sister yelled at me for messing with Dahlia. And she’s still fucking going.

“AUTUMN! FUCK! I get you! You don’t want me fuckin with Dahlia again. I get it.”

“No! You don’t because you were literally just fucking her a few hours ago. How could you put your dick in that bitch!” She yelled in my face.

She was taking this shit too far.

“Because I actually love her!! I wanted to marry her! You need to stop disrespecting her” I Yelled back

“How, How do you love her! You literally let this bitch walk all over you, she cheated on you constantly and here you are. Letting her back in.”

“Mind your fucking business Cash.” I mumbled.

“What? You mad? Cause you know I’m right? Huh.”

“Cash, stop.” Austin mumbled, He knew that if I got too mad that I would be on a rampage.

“No. You wanna talk about how you love that girl? That bitch didn’t have a miscarriage, she had an abortion and you know it.” Cash spat at me.

My head snapped to her, and before I could even do anything, Austin stood in front of me. He pointed to the stairs.

“Go cool off.”

I let out an angry groan, and stomped towards the stairs, I bumped shoulders with Autumn and walked to my basement door.

Before I left, “Both of y’all get the fuck out of my house and leave y’all fucking keys!” I yelled, and slammed the door.

12 notes · View notes

guidesandguardians · 4 years

Text

The sun slowly drifts below the trees, the forest growing even colder as the light's warmth vanishes. The air is still, the only sound being the rustling of branches and the quiet tinkling of the stream.

Gael sighs, pushing himself up out of Avalis' lap, his frail frame drowned by the lush fur of his too-big coat.

"I gotta get home before it gets too dark." He says with an apologetic smile. "Thank you for the coat, Miss Ava. And it was really nice to meet you, Miss Syrae!"

"See ya later, kiddo." Avalis waves while Syrae just grunts dismissively.

Gael smiles again, starting his journey back to his village as the pair of sirens drop into the water with a splash.

The child shivers in the cold, his flimsy, beach-combed shoes providing little protection against the deep snow. He quickens his pace, eager to return to the relative warmth of his tiny home. It wasn't much, but he had piled mounds of mouldy, salt encrusted beach scraps atop it, most of it being cloth but anything that could help retain heat had been added as well. Plus, he always has his chicken friends to use as clucking warmth receptacles.

Gael trudges through the wooden pillars serving as the entrance to his village, his face brightening at the sight of his "house". He makes his way over to it, pulling aside the curtain mascarading as a door with undisguised eagerness, ignorant of the teetering shadow coming up behind him.

"Where'd you get that coat, boy?" His father slurs, "Didja steal it? Betcha stole it. Thievin' little rat..."

Gael starts and spins on his heels, his entire body tensed.

"H-hi Father!" He smiles nervously, shaking from more than just the cold. "I found this! On the beach! It was full of sand and-"

"Shuddup!" The man snaps, taking a menacing, if wobbly, step forward. "Dontcha lie to me, you dumb little shrimp. You ain't nearly smart enough to get away with it."

The child flinches, subtly shifting in preparation of flight.

"I'm n-not lying, Father, I promise!" He squeaks.

"Yes, you are!" The man growls, swiping a meaty fist at Gael and barking in rage as the child dodges the claw, darting past him and bolting into the woods, his father lumbering after him with surprising quickness.

Gael pants, racing past the trees, clutching his coat tight to keep it from flapping in the wind. Snow crunches and twigs snap behind him, his father pursuing him in drunken fury.

Gael spins past a trunk, dipping under and dodging logs and branches in an attempt to lose his pursuer. The sounds behind him fade and Gael slows, knees shaking and sweat dripping from his forehead, still too scared to stop moving completely. He keeps going forward, hoping that this is the way to the beach. His father hates going there, and he can easily find a ledge to hide under and away from the wind. He can wrap his jacket around himself, there was more than enough of it to do that, and hopefully it will be enough to keep him from freezing to death. All he has to do is get back home before the tide comes in, his father will probably have calmed down or at least passed out by then, and-

Gael stops.

He looks around.

Where-

Where is he?

The boy takes a hesitant step forward, then another. He breathes in. Wood? Yes. Water? No. Sand? No. Rock?

Gael exhales slowly. Lots of rock, lots of wood. Must be near the cliff. Better tread carefully.

He walks slowly, purposely, each step deliberate. Dont want to fall off a ledge, dont want to-

A twig snaps under his feet and he freezes, not daring to breathe. Maybe his father is far enough away..?

A barrage of stomping and shouting bellows in the distance and Gael bolts, all attempts at stealth abandoned in his terror.

He runs blindly, as fast as he can, slamming into branch after branch and tripping over anything and everything.

The sounds gets louder.

His father is closing in.

Gael stops. His breath comes in harsh pants, the cold tearing at his lungs.

Theres nothing. Nothing in front if him. Nothing but the sheer drop and the stars twinkling in the night sky. He turns, he can head back the way he came, double back on himself and rush past his father, run to the beach, to safety-

"There you are- you little- you little shit!" Gael's father gasps, glaring at his son, his hands balled into tight fists.

"How dare you run from me!" He snarls, stepping forward as Gael takes a step back, his heel balancing on the edge, dirt knocking loose and crumbling down to the forest below.

"P-please dont hurt me!" Gael pleads, hands held out in front of him as if he could hold back the impending pain.

The man swipes at the terrified boy.

Gael throws himself back.

Rock crumbles down the cliff face.

Scraggly nails catch the coats soft fur and Gael twists free-

Only to fall.

The child's scream cuts off with a loud crunch and the man looks over the edge, shrugs, and pulls on the coat.

He heads home.

Time passes.

A ghostly white creature slinks between the trees, twice as big as a bear and with fangs longer than a grown man's arm.

It approaches the crumpled child.

It stares at him.

And it changes.

#fantasy #ocs #writing #tw abuse #this was supposed to be a comic but my body is a filthy traitor

1 note · View note

bladekindeyewear · 5 years

Text

Boots Reads Homestuck Epilogue(s) Part 12 - Candy Page 18

==>

Time to see what all the fuss was about Page 18. We’re with Jane... that might not be good. Especially given Lollipop proximity.

Jane scoffing at troll genocide again. :(

Gamzee seems more woke than Jane here.

GAMZEE: sO yOu SaYiN yOu NeEd DiFfErEnT sHoEs FoR yOuR hUmAn DiCkS aNd WhAt NoT?

Pfffff

Jane narrows her eyes at the disingenuous buffoon.

I dunno, he sounds like he’s being pretty goddamn ingenuous right now.

It’s not the first time they’ve had this conversation? Are they black with each other or something??

What’s more likely is he’s attempting to get a rise from her. To get her a little hotter under the collar. To put her in a certain mood.

Oh my gosh she’s genuinely black for him, hahahahah

GAMZEE: AnD AlL I EvEr bEeN TrYiN To dO Is gEt yOu rIgHt tOo, WiTh mOrAlS AnD GoOdNeSs, AlL fIlLeD uP iNsIdE yOu As TiGhT aS yOuR tAsTy HoE bAlLoOnS aRe WiTh HuMaN mOo JuIcE.

Jesus christ that’s not the kind of metaphor i want to be hearing from canon

or anyone for that matter

JANE: No! I’d rather die than touch your disgusting clown baton ever again.

....yyyeah, context is showing she’s PROBABLY super Black into this. Still, pretty jarring to see a clear consensual “NO” right in the middle of things.

Quit calling her a dairy queen!!! D: D: D:

Oh god they named the baby Tavros.

Alright, there’s some grade A discomfort in this scene, which I’m enjoying, really. I can see why they singled out page 18. I could traumatize some people with some of these paragraphs out of context.

HOO HOO HOO, THIS LITTLE PIGGY WENT TO THE DARK CARNIVAL!!!

Eeeeuugh

JAKE: Anyway whats up with you? Hows life with davekat going? JADE: oh its great! im really glad i just went for it JADE: all of us together... it really is the best of every world

God damnit Jade why are you obliviously torturing them????????

You could’ve been REALLY GOOD for them both if you just FUCKING LISTENED TO THEM AND RESPECTED THEM INSTEAD OF SITTING ON THEM.

JADE: theres no way me and dave could have a regular baby together because im... JAKE: Whats wrong? JADE: well lets just say that after all the sburb stuff its done some things to my body JADE: like merging with bec mostly

Oh my FUCKING GOD please don’t canonize this. This didn’t need to be spelled out so-- D:

jesus

D: D: D:

This... is actually making my stomach roil again????

not because id object to-- i mean, it’s one thing to deal with

FAN SCENARIOS

ISOLATED divergences from canon where she has to deal with that and its kind of hilarious, but can be safely ignored when it comes to her character arc as a whole

but once its CANON???????? D: D: D:

suddenly you can’t IGNORE the full import when you’re done with, like, an RP or something, of the psychological struggle she would be forced to deal with given an abnormal biological situation. Instead of thinking “Oh, that could be pretty painful to deal with! Let’s explore it temporarily for fun” it becomes “Oh, that would be painful to deal with and you have to think about her having to deal with all the complications of that whenever you hear about her LITERALLY FOREVER.” D:

andrew i know you couldnt resist because of how funny and practically-xenoprogressive it was but whyyyyyyyyy did you have to canonize that WHYYYY

Now instead of a fun joke thought it also has to be SAD FOREVER

AAAAAAAA D’:

i dont know why this would be the line thats crossed to upset me

Rose surrogate?

JADE: no jake, dave wouldnt be the father in this scenario!

Pffffff. Andrew’s just diving RIGHT into the, er, doggy fanfics here. I should... TRY to lighten up about this. Try. D:

(...wait, shit. Knowing my friend, THIS whole bit is why they alluded to this page. God damnit.)

[[ EDIT: askshenhibiki said:

Now that you read Candy 18, flash back to Meat when Roxy is talking about gender... and look at Jade's reaction looking at "where her hands rest on her lap". Yes, Meat hinted at that "mix" too.

Ah, let’s see...

ROXY: and so i got to thinking ROXY: what even is gender ROXY: amirite lol? JADE: oh yeah JADE: that makes sense i guess........

Jade looks at where her hands are folded in her lap. Bites her lip. She has her own concerns about this, her own thoughts. Reasonable thoughts, I’d say. But I’ll refrain from any further comment. I’m staying away from this subject, from now on.

...yeah, guess Dirk at least had the decency not to spring all that on us before Jade got the opportunity to do it honestly. ]]

Guh, back to Jake suffering in his sad, trapped scenario. I hope THAT gets at least resolved by the end of this. Someone save Jake from this, because it looks like he’s not really that capable of saving himself?

==>

Dammit, Jade, I’m cringing at these descriptions of your intrusion.

Oh wow, John went for the mustache. Guess we knew that from, like, his stuffed statue oldself?

Jade doesn’t pick up on the obvious subtext in the conversation, however, because she’s been willfully undermining the subtext in her own personal life for nearly a year now.

D: D: D:

Seriously, Jade, how is what YOU’RE doing any better than what you were frustrated at seeing THEM doing, avoiding the real feelings and truth of anything even if it was conspicuously on body-language display?

KARKAT: THE NEW ADMINISTRATION IS CRACKING DOWN ON CERTAIN KINDS OF INTERSPECIES ADOPTION LAWS.

It’s like Andrew wants us deprived of even a happy imagined future for Earth C on top of everything else!!! What the hell! >:(

Is this about politics? Is Andrew just venting his anger that the Orange Guy is going to get away with ruining everything forever?? Because as understandable as that is, he could at least give us some imaginary happyfutures to look forward to.

Reading on... Hm, yet another intentionally-misused fridging reference.

KARKAT: HIS RELATIONSHIP IS A FLAMING WRECK OF AN INTERSTELLAR WARSHIP HURTLING TOWARDS THE PLANET AT TERMINAL VELOCITY WITH THE ENTIRE CREW BRUTALLY SLAUGHTERED UPON REENTRY, SHOVED STRAIGHT DOWN THE CHAGRIN TUNNEL AND THEN IMMEDIATELY SHAT OUT THE OTHER SIDE, THUS FLOODING THE ENTIRE FUCKING NEIGHBORHOOD WHEN IT CLOGS UP THE LOAD GAPER.

Yep, that triangle’s fucked. Wonder if the conversation’s going to transition to the CURRENT triangle’s problems...

...yeah, John using the R word there isn’t far from the fucking truth from the looks of things.

JADE: maybe that would work for a few days, but one thing i learned from dating around a lot in my youth is that no ones going to leave a bad relationship until its THEIR idea to leave

She takes in a shaky breath and shuts her eyes. Her hair spills around her face when she leans forward to put her chin on her knees. Dave and Karkat exchange a look that is equal parts confused, miserable, and desperate.

Oh SHIT. Is JADE going to be the one to finally vocalize about the problems here???

Something else comes hurtling out of the hole in the sky, too fast for Jade to catch. It hits the ground with a clap of green lightning. The collision sends a geyser of dirt, rock, and vapor into the air. Dave flash-steps to shield Karkat. Jade doesn’t move, taking the brunt of the explosion face on, using her abilities to warp the energy around her so that she’s a mote at the center of the storm. When the dust clears, she’s the first to jump in the crater, trailing smoke behind her.

There’s a body at the center of it. The torso is bloody, tangled, and curled into a fetal position. Its shoes are missing, but otherwise the outfit is quite familiar to her: it’s a dead ringer for her old Witch of Space uniform. Jade touches the body with the toe of her shoe, and then gasps when it rolls over to reveal its face.

JADE: its... JADE: ME???

Okay what the FUCK. It sounds like there’s going to be some context for that postscript after all. Something to bridge the gap between when that 16-yo Jade falls into the singularity and when Aradia goes off with her through a wormhole

I’m going to guess up front that this happens BEFORE the postscript... this younger version of Jade fell into the black hole and came out in THIS alternate timeline, possibly rather changed by the experience. But then again, the way the sky opened up... actually, couldn’t that be just a “natural” manifestation of the black hole abilities encouraged by Calliope or done by the singularity alone, followed by later in the Postscript this Jade actually getting control of it??

And... reading on, from the sound of it, her eyes aren’t black yet, either. Sounds like that’s to come, before the postscript. Question being, is it alt!Callie black eyes, or some black-hole-powers visual manifestation? Wait, never mind, I misread; this teenage Jade-corpse has NOT opened their eyes yet, so they couldn’t possibly tell, and the stuff about them “shaking” was about the adult Jade standing over her. Never mind. Let’s see which timeframe this Jade came from.

Also STOP TRAUMATIZING ADULT JADE ON SCREEN ITS NOT OKAY IM SICK OF IT ANDREW

==>

Page 20...

Stop letting babby not!Vriska bully babby not!Tavros.

Hm... same stupid tooth poison? No, Jade didn’t get hit with a tooth... so it’s more getting hit with shards of spacetime and spiraling down a black hole. Also whatever alt!Callie did to just barely keep her alive.

Hm, so the Heart stuff falls apart if you’re too separated from the mass-whole at Light’s center? That’s certainly a hypothesis at least.

ROXY: sounds like its time for another funeral lmao

ROXY WAKE THE FUCK UP AND STOP BEING A VAGUELY ROXY-LOOKING LMAO-ZOMBIE. WHERE THE FUCK DID REAL ROXY GO.

And where the fuck is Calliope anyway, she’s just being left in the dust and nobody’s even talked to her from the looks of it.

Hm, cut apart by political differences, this group...?

ROXY: woah ok karkat i get ur all fired up about politics and stuff but lay off gamz ok

ROXY WHO REPLACED YOUR FUCKING BRAIN WITH A BLOCK OF CHEESE

ROXY YOU’RE MY FAVORITE CHARACTER PLEASE GIVE US AN EXPLANATION FOR WHY YOU’RE ACTING NOTHING LIKE THE COOL SMART PERSON WE READ ABOUT.

JADE: dave what the FUCK did you say to him downstairs?

Oh my god you asshole don’t blame DAVE for this >:(

ROXY: this time next week well corpse party like its the end of the world!

I don’t want to think this has anything to do with Aradia, but we DID see her in that postscript bit... And, I mean, what the hell could she even do?? It’s not like this Roxy is just Aradia in really convincing cosplay or something.

==>

She leads John and Jake into the building and down the center of the nave, humming happily to herself the entire time. An equally effusive Calliope trails behind her, carrying a bouquet of purple flowers.

Well there’s Callie. What is WITH these hypnotized motherfuckers. I need a revelation on these shenanigans STAT.

What is with people being bathed in light here?

each time we witness death, we fall in love in with the important people in oUr lives all over again.

Calliope is gazing at Roxy with glassy eyes. She sniffs as she plucks the last petal from her rose. A breeze washes through the cathedral from the crack in the door at the end of the room, brushing the petal off-course and causing it to get stuck in Roxy’s over-sprayed hair. Calliope reaches out with a visibly shaking hand to remove the plant offal, but she does not draw back. Instead, she lets her hand graze down the side of Roxy’s face and cup her cheek. Roxy puts her own hand over Callie’s and holds it.

Uhhh.... huh.

So.

If Roxy was just lying to herself, then............ WHY??????

John tilts his head and squints at the image in front of him. Hmm.

Is John realizing he’s in some sort of fanfic drawn by another character, hence all the people in serene lightbeams at tender but unjustified moments?

Everyone whips their heads around to see, of all people, Aradia hovering in the foyer

Pff

(...I hope Aradia didn’t come here, like, from the postscript. Where the “action” she talked about might have just been this corpse party. Because that would be pretty fucking lame.)

KARKAT: MAYBE FUCKING NEPETA IS ABOUT TO POUNCE FROM BEHIND THAT GROTESQUE STATUE OF THE HUMAN SUFFERER T-POSING OVER THERE.

Pfffffffffff

The description of Human Jesus we all had in our hearts, but were too afraid to voice.

Alright, now we see the body we took our eyes off of. Is it going to get back up, or did it escape earlier?

since nobody was willing to dislodge the huge, otherworldly shard from her chest

My damn god, people.

...alright finally, everyone’s talking.

JANE: Agreed. I’ve always felt that Kanaya has done an exemplary job of providing a model for compassionate, empathetic behavior, which others of her kind would do well to follow.

JANE STOP BEING A XENOPHOBIC BASTARD

CALLIOPE: please. roxy gathered yoU all here for a reason. CALLIOPE: at least listen Until the end. CALLIOPE: after that yoU can argUe all you want.

...Huh. Huuuuhh. What the fuck is all this for. Are you saying ROXY caused this? Or...?

Okay I like this reinforcement she’s making in her speech about how different changes can influence how all of this unfolds, gives me hope that maybe these two cliffhangers aren’t all we’re going to be left with and we’ll be able to at least think of an IMPLIED future different from them if we wanted to like we thought about the seemingly-infinite-possibility original ending of Homestuck that I’d rather have been stuck with than this oh god breathe boots

okay there’s the labor going into good distraction

alright corpse get back up

JADE: i am not jade.

Right, so like the black eyes in the postscript suggested this is more just a... vessel for alt!Calliope now? To give HER a future beyond the one she sacrificed for that black hole business? And between alt!Callie’s became-the-black-hole nature and Jade’s Spacey Green Sun connection that’s been singularified, she has access to cool Black Hole powers? And is gonna do cool shit with them in implied future adventures we won’t see while Aradia gleefully watches the carnage? Huh.

The congregation watches her go, but no one moves to help her, or even looks in her direction. In her wake, she leaves a primal, echoing wail.

Oh my god why wouldn’t they have just a brief discussion or something IT’S NOT THAT BAD D:

JADE: and while i cannot say the same thing for the rest of you, JADE: i, at least, am exactly where i am meant to be.

Well fuck. So she just disconfirmed this timeline as... something. Relevant, possible, I dunno.

JADE: and i have entered this body to protect your world.

Okay that’s good. So thanks to alt!Calliope these side timelines where things unfolded differently MAY be preserved. Pretty fitting given alt!Callie’s origins.

.......unless there’s some other stupid interspecies civil war threat that she’s going to be fighting too, here, when the political situation falls apart. Dammit.

==>

Terezi talk Terezi talk

-- JOHN EGBERT sent TEREZI PYROPE the photo “ghostrain.jpg” --

TEREZI: WH4T TH3 4CTU4L FUCK JOHN: it started a few days ago. the sky above the capital of the troll kingdom just cracked open and ghosts began raining down everywhere.

Oh my GOD. So alt!Callie kind of “saved” all the doomed ghosts that got swallowed up in the black hole by redirecting them all to THIS UNIVERSE and timeline???????

That’s pretty interesting! Heck my stomach’s even calming down!

they can’t even be judges! TEREZI: G4SP

Yeah that’s pretty terrible!

...yep, the resistance WOULD put him in charge. I had a feeling it may have ended up in that direction in Candy since it wasn’t in Meat.

--oh FUCK YOU Jade for splitting up what he had with Karkat before they could sort it out!!! You did the OPPOSITE OF HELP and neither of them are going to end up happy thanks to you! D:<

PFFF wow, John’s so concerned about babby not!Tavros’s living situation that he’s considering legit kidnapping. That means things must be pretty fucking bad.

--okay Calliope’s still out and about with Roxy instead of being cooped up in her room like in the other timeline, that’s good.

Pff, trying to redeem Ghost Eridan in front of Ghost Feferi. Yep, that’s Gamzee.

GAMZEE: fIrSt, A LiTtLe RiGhTeOuS sPlAsH oF tHe NaNnA nEcTaR tO cLeAnSe ThAt DaNkNeSs FrOm YoUr SoUlS...

Gamzee takes out a baby bottle and flicks it, covering them both with little drops of milk, as clergy does with holy water. He then takes a swig from the bottle himself before returning it to his codpiece.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

I don’t want to believe that what’s in that bottle is what he’s making it sound like it is, but OF COURSE it is. Why would it be anything else. I bet there’s not even any Lifey hypnosis going on, it’s just the literal stuff.

The crowd falls silent as they raise their heads to watch a drone ship pass by overhead.

Jegus fuck stop going whole hog condesce janey

ROXY: lmao you worry too much ROXY: janeys got her head on straight shell show you yet

ROXY. WHERE DID YOUR BRAIN GO. I MISS IT. YOUR BRAIN WAS THE BEST FUCKING PART OF YOU.

Touching photo.

Alright lemme post split. I haven’t gotten as far as the last post plowed through since I’ve been typing so much... ah well.

#Homestuck #Homestuck Epilogue #Upd8 #Homestuck Liveblog #bladekindeyewear #BlastYoBoots

26 notes · View notes

m-i-y-o-k-i · 6 years

Note

listen, host/bim would be perfect for a cinderella au because then host could be prince charming and now there's an actual reason that he wouldn't remember bim-derella's face. wilford could be his fairy godfather, and dark could be the stepmother bc he's an Asshole, and then just fit the other egos in as the stagecoaches and stuff :D

THIS IS,,,,REALLY CUTE (ALSO THIS IS REALLY ROUGH BC LOWKEY I FORGOT HOW CINDERELLA WENT)the host is the most charming, most handsome, and most caring prince in all the land. son to the powerful and righteous king mark. giving as much love and kindness to the kingdom as he can, be they peasant or rich as he. never turning away from a citizen of what will soon be his kingdom someday. bim is just as charming, as beautiful, and as caring as the prince. son to the kingdom's local seer, whom sadly passed on. leaving bim in the hands of his evil stepfather with a name to match his heart; dark and his twin sons, jim and jimmy. each day, bim is awoken by the harsh ringing of the grandfather clock. spending his days on his knees, scrubbing away at dark's lavish manor. spending his days being bossed to dress and perfect the two twins. spending his days being treated like the dirt under their shoes for simply existing. and each day, bim cries. looking up to the shooting stars above in the night sky. his room dark and cold, yet still dreaming for a way out. dreaming for a true love. but never saying his wish aloud, it's just like how his mom said before she died, "have faith in your dreams and someday, your rainbow will come smiling through."the host stands out on the balcony of his castle every night. the fireplace in his room keeping it lit and warm. clad in his silk pajamas as he sighs. his father had just left his quarters; begging him to give this last ball one last chance to find someone worthy of being the princess or prince of the kingdom and someday -- queen or king. yet, he doesnt care for the status. he doesnt care for the title, nor the kingdom. all he dreams of is true love.the next morning, bim is rudely awoken by dark, slamming his door open, the small room shaking, "get up, you waste of space! not a moment to lose!!""wha--?! d-dark--""shut it!!" jim shouts behind dark, throwing his obnoxious blue suit his way, jimmy shoving his black suit towards him, "yeah!!""tonights the last courting ball for King Mark's son," dark sneers, "a servant boy like you wouldn't understand." "but, i do--""shut up," dark stops him, "you're going to scrub my sons' suits clean, prepare their hair, freshen them up, and have the manor clean by 5 tonight. got it?"bim's close to tears. how...how can anyone manage that?! how can he deal with this harsh treatment much longer?! what...what was the point of even trying to go..."now, stop looking so down," dark whacks bim with his cane. the twins laughing loudly at his pained hissing. the smirk never leaving dark's face, "you're going to ruin my sons' morning if you keep moping. why, you have a great life here, bim. right?""of course, govern dark." bim bows, his voice as broken as his heart, "i'll get started right away..."///the twins leave after dark commands bim to his room for the night. laughing as dark teaches his sons the proper way to court and impress a man. "just dont be anything like /bim/." dark sneers loud enough for the other to hear, "a lonely poor servant boy. that and nothing more.""yeah," jimmy agrees, "not some poor classless servant!!""a nobody, seen and not heard, right father?" jim asks as the coach takes them to the ball.leaving bim to sob in his room. the cold never bothering him until now. the dark never bothering him until now. the rags he wore to scrub the manor down never bothering him until now. sobbing in the dark as the house settles. shivering in his bed.why did all his dreams die?why did his heart ache every moment he was alive?a burst of light goes unnoticed by wilford. the pink and white hue fading gently to form a man. a peculiar man."why did mama lie to me...?""shh," the mysterious voice breaks the silence, hugging bim close, "she didn't. why, if you didn't have a bit of hope for your dreams in you, i wouldnt be here." "wha?!" bim scurries back. the man, clad in a pink suit, a white cloak hung around his shoulders, rich black hair framing his face. a pink mustache upon his lip as he waves a white wand."its okay!! i'm -- i'm here to help!! without a moment to lose. miracles take time too, ya know.""wha, who...who are you? miracles--?" bim stops, remembering the old legends his mother told him as he grew up, "are you my...fairy godfather?" "here in the flesh!!" he twinkles his wand, "just me and you, little one. now...lets get you ready for that ball!! my magic can only help so much, ya know. not a moment to lose!!"///everyone eyes the young newcomer to the dancefloor. the king walking his son over as soon as he laid eyes on him. the crowd in awe of his beauty, in awe of his mere appearance, in awe of this...mystery person. holding their breath as the soft clicking of his glass slippers nearly silences the band.a dazzling pale blue ballgown trailing behind him, his black hair messed about in the most perfect way with a white headband. his soft brown eyes smiling as he bows to the king and his son.practically falling in love at first sight as he takes in the host's appearance. tall, handsome, bandages hiding his eyes away. clad in his very best proper uniform for the night. blushing away as his father hands him off. "please, talk as long as you like." the king smiles.he has a good feeling about this one.as he sees the pair dancing away, swaying to the music. dazzling the crowd, his son smiling and laughing at whatever this mystery person says, he knew his gut feeling was right. practically a match made in heaven(at least he's already a hell of a lot better than that pair of twins)

7 notes · View notes

writing-in-riverdale · 7 years

Text

please don't say you love me part 2 | bellamy blake (the 100)

part one: https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/159184398653/please-dont-say-you-love-me-bellamy-blake-the

prompt: 23- “kiss me” , 30- “ive been inlove with you my entire life”, 55- “don’t you dare lay a finger on her” & 72- “what the hell was that?!”

request: thank you for writing my bellamy request! i want to request a part II if that’s possible? like the reader avoiding him for a while and he realises what he’s done when he sees her sigh another guy going into a tent?! x

✖

i didn’t even make it 10 metres away from the camp before i turned myself around and headed back inside, my feet trudging through the wet dirt as i walk through the gates to arkadia.

i spot my friends standing in a group bellamy giving them what looked like hushed orders. i roll my eyes and take off bellamys jacket walking over to him

octavia sees me approaching and she nudges her brother gaining his attention, turning toward me as i close the gap between us at an alarming rate. i can see him sigh before i even reach him

i push the jacket into his chest, hard. he steps back looking up to me guilty “it’s cold (y/n) just take it” he begs, i shake my head “id rather freeze” i turn away from the group walking toward my shared tent with bellamy

i grab armfuls of my belongings heading toward octavias tent dumping my possessions in the younger blakes tent. “what are you doing?” she quizzes me as she walks through the entrance

“im moving in” i chirp turning to face the brunette “what happened with you and my brother?” i sigh “nothing O let’s just forget it ever happened”

she rolls her eyes at me grabbing my arm as i try and leave the tent, “(y/n) what are you doing?” “to visit my good friend monty” i smile sweetly pulling my arm free

i wonder around the camp looking for the brunette boy until i spot him over by the dropship “monty!!” i yell rushing toward him “i need moonshine and i need it STAT” he chuckles filling up my flask.

“thank you” i smile taking a large gulp “ill be back for more” i wink walking toward the fire pit sitting down on the loges as i continue to drown my sorrows

about 3 and ½ flasks later i find myself giggling at the sound of the fire crackling “hey” i look up to the shaggy haired blonde “sterllliiinnng” i giggle earning a smirk from the boy.

“how much have you had to drink” he chuckles sitting down next to me, warmth radiating from his body “enough” i giggle snuggling into him my hands on both of his thighs.

he’s arms snake around my waist rubbing softly as i finish off the rest of my moonshine “i need to pee” i announce standing upright as my knees wobble “ill be back don’t you move” i grab he front of his shirt and he chuckles before nodding “i’ll be here”

i refill my flask and pee before frolicking back over to sterling noticing that majority of his friends have now joined him at the fire. i bite my lip taking him in as he looks up seeing me, a smile spreading on his face

i walk over to the boy stopping infront of him “where am i supposed to sit” i pout his boys smiling at him wickedly “right here” he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me down into his lip.

a giggle leaves my lips, “god she’s wasted” murphy mutters to sterling, smelling the moonshine on me from miles away. “bellamy isn’t going to be happy” i laugh wrapping my arm around the blondes shoulders.

“fuck bellamy” i reply to murphy glancing into sterlings blue eyes, a smile twitches on his lips as he leans forward pressing our lips together

the kiss starts to get hot as i move my legs so they’re on either side of the boys legs, straddling him as my tongue battles for dominance

the boys erupt into hollers as i grind my hips into his, finally breaking for air he whispers into my ear “want to get out of here” i press my lips to his neck sucking at the sensitive skin nodding.

he places his hands on my ass as he hauls me up continuing our kiss as he carries me into his tent, flopping me down on his bed before he crawls on top of me removing my shirt in one swift movement

he connects his lips with mine before he is ripped off the top of me, i bolt up as i see an angry bellamy holding sterling up by his shirts “don’t you dare lay a finger on her!” he yells

still feeling a bit groggy i try and shift on my feet also the falling off balance “she’s drunk for god sakes” he screams placing his jacket around my shoulders and pulling me up into his arms.

he gives a warning glance to sterling before storming off with me in the general direction of his tent “put me down” i yell tryinto squirm out of his grasp “stay still” he grumbles dirt crunches under his boots.

we reach his tent and he throws me roughly onto his cot “ouch!” i yell feeling sober, “what the hell was that?!” he seethes anger flashing in his eyes

“i didn’t know that i had to tell you who i was hooking up with” i argue moving from his cot “im not doing this” i spit anger coursing through me as i attempt to walk out of the tent

he grabs my wrist stopping me from leaving “we’re doing this whether you like it or not” he growls, i rip my wrist from his grasp “what are you? my father?!”

“you can’t keep doing this, playing both sides. you either like me or you don’t- you can’t keep pretending to care for me when it suits you bellamy, it’s sick.” i stammer my eyes welling with salty tears

“what’s that supposed to mean?! you think im jealous?!” he exclaims running a hand over his mouth “i mean if the shoe fits” i continue to argue earning an eye roll

“you can’t go around throwing yourself at people in attempt to get over me!” he yells walking closer to me “god you should hear yourself right now!” i laugh maniacally turning away from the boys beady eyes

“id love to stay and continue this riveting argument but someone’s waiting for me- someone who actually wants me” i knock him as i walk toward the exit.

“he doesn’t love you” he yells as i fiddle with the cloth covering the inside to the tent to the outside world, “he doesn’t have too” i mumble.

“im in love with you” i freeze my body turning toward him “what?” i croak “ive been inlove with you my entire life” he finishes his brown orbs glowing in the dim room.

“this isn’t fair” i mumble tears rushing from my face “you-you made me think you didn’t even care about me bellamy you you-” i ramble my cheeks growing hot as warm tears roll down my dirty cheeks

“im an asshole i know” he tells me walking toward me grabbing at my hands “i was afraid” he whispers not daring to make eye contact “why?” i croak holding back a sob.

“you’re beautiful and i don’t deserve you, i don’t want you to settle for me because it’s the end of the world- i want you to choose me” he concludes tears leaking from his big brown eyes.

“i chose you, bellamy blake. a long time ago, i wasn’t lying when i told you i love you, i do, love you, bellamy blake”

he cries looking up into my eyes scared to touch me “kiss me” i beg and i don’t need to tell him twice before he leans forward connecting our lips and lifting me off the ground and until his lap

after a heated make out session bellamy had asked you to be his girlfriend and you happily obliged walking out into the camp hand in hand, finally feeling whole with your king at your side.

#imagines #bellamy blake #bob morley #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake imagines #the 100 #the 100 imagines

107 notes · View notes

sketchieghost · 5 years

Text

Angelic Love OF Two Worlds (Blood & Death)

Chaptor 1:as they head out of the holding cells where they were captured plasma bolts flying in every direction as both of them get hit throwing them to the ground.bruised and hurt he gets up wiping the dirt from his sight he looks around for kero he sees her laying on her chest as he runs over to her.he pulls kero over in to his arms as his world shatters blood driping out of a wound where plasma bolt hit her.kero kero he crys no no stay with me please oh god please kero stay with me as she looks up moving her paw up to his cheek im sorry she whispers as her paw falls to the ground holding her to his chest shouting nooo kero!!!! suddenly out of no where a stock hits him in the head knocking him out cold. Chaptor 2:doozy he opens his eyes to find him self locked to a brace inside another holding cell looking to each of his sides of the cell he sees other people then a ccreature emerges from the darkness of the room.you failed in escaping us end resort you lost your daughter do you people think you can evade or escape us even now your home world falls to the darkness.surrender infomantion about your peoples fleet strength and movements i shall give you quick death i see your not going to talk then as the creature presses a spike in to tai shoulder as he screams in pain out loud yet you foul poor little spieces as the creature claws and tears at tai skin with its claws and spike making him scream in agrony as his blood drips more and more on the ground as he blanks out Chaptor 3:a very loud noise awakens him as he finds himself laying on the ground in pain he trys to stand.but gives up and leans against one of the cell walls suddenly a voice snaps him out hey come on we got to get out of here as she pulls hold of him and drags him to his feet damit move we havent got much time as they both run towards what appears to be a ship.as they take off and leave the planet surface aura to draco i have him we making our way back need escort quick we have 4 raiders on aft appoach as they start firing on the shuttle draco decloaks starts firing on the raiders taking them out one by one until none are left as aura lands in side the dracos shuttle bay. Chaptor 4:in the wind swept hill of arkash he knees beside his daugthers grave laying two roses im sorry i couldnt save you i failed as a father now i fail as a soldier they wanted me back but i said no now the galaxy is falling to the darkness they say im the only one who can stop it but how i dont have one clue about saving it.all sudden time and every thing stops as symbol appears on the ground as figure appears out of it the figure then bushs her paw across the grave stone suddenly the spirit of kero appears in front of her father as he looks up sees his daugther.father you never failed you protected me best you can but nows it time to let go as tears run down his face kero i will never forget you as she and the figure disappear in to the light..Chaptor 5:20 years later on planet echo 909 as blasts and explosions rain down on the ground he runs through taking shots with his plasma rifle killing off the fool creatures that roam the planet from the darkness as the warzone erupts in to bright blasts shattering the night sky as he dives in to a trench for cover sudden explosions blast the grounds around him.when the dust settles and smoke clears he pulls him self up from the trench and back on to the ground.he then holsters his rifle and makes his way towards the smoking ruined city of foju. @LPH

0 notes