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Fallen Hearts

Warnings: accusations of treason, torture, death, suicide, betrayal, blood (this is kind of dark so read with caution)

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A/N: Well I finally got done with this piece. Honestly it just might be my favorite thing that I have ever written, so here it is: my magnum opus. I truly hope anyone reading it feels at least a part of the emotion I tried pouring into this and if you like it please do let me know what you think! This fic soo much effort and emotion from my end so your comments really make it all worth it)

(Inspired by the song Eleanor Rigby- Cody Fry Although I don't believe I could do justice to the song, this fic is not nearly as emotional or dramatic as I wanted it to be. But then again how do you live up to this masterpiece of a song?)

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Azriel had never been one for afternoon picnics or eating apple pie under its own apple tree or relationships at all, come to think of it. But as it turns out, having a mate does change a person. Your personality, your very soul starts shifting; learning, becoming better acclimated to its lost twin. You begin doing things you would never have imagined just to make them happy. And that is how he ended up here; sprawled across a blanket, his back to the vast apple tree with his mate in his arms, munching on her hand made pies. Then again, Azriel would eat anything his mate blessed him with, just because he knew how happy it made her when he complimented her cooking.

The air was not stifling, despite the fact that they were well into the summer months. Summers here weren’t that long. Mostly because of the towering mountains surrounding the city that blessed them with good weather. But the two months that they did have summer were the worst out of the entire year. Velaris was usually boiling this time of year. However it seemed like the Mother had blessed them with good weather this time.

So they were lounging outside their sea side home, basking in the summer sun before it became insufferable. A few months later Azriel would reminisce this exact moment, try to relish in the meagre happiness its fading memory would provide and beat himself up for taking it for granted. But then again it wasn’t his fault. How could they have known they were happy? That this was all the happiness they would get?

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Azriel and Selene had been mated for well over three centuries, the other two you had been the closest of friends. That simple fact always brought her joy; that in their five centuries of life, she had always had Azriel. It was as if you were twin souls, meant to find and love each other.

The love you two shared was known all across Prythian. Everyone knew of the Shadowsinger and his mate, sister to the Heir of Night, closest to the High Lord Rhysand. Just as this fact was second nature to many, everyone knew not to get between the two of them, knowing they would gladly burn the world down, if just to keep the other warm. So deep and unconditional was their love. A force as constant, as eternal as the sun and the moon. Or at least they had thought it to be.

The war with Hybern had been won over half a decade ago and peace had settled. A hard won peace that had cost everyone a little too much. While all the courts were trying to rebuild, themselves and their diplomatic relationships with each other, they had remained blissfully unaware of a new threat lurking in their shadows, bidding its time to show its hand.

Rhysand, however, had begun to feel uneasy. Maybe it was instinct or just the unfamiliarity with peace after so so many years of pain, that something began unsettling him. He tried to hide it, if only for his family’s sake. They had all sacrificed too much for him to bother them with his unreasonable fears. But soon they began to notice his off putting behaviour. Azriel, of course, was first.

The two were playing chess in his office, as they often did. Cassian had gone to Illyria with Nesta to monitor the training camps, to ensure that no female was being mistreated despite the new laws. They had been vigilantly cracking down om anyone who toed the line. Rhysand had sworn to his mother that he would change the centuries old, misogynistic customs of the Illyrians. And now that he had the power to rule without any threats, he would do anything to ensure it.

But it seemed that his silence didn’t go unnoticed by his brother. Perhaps he was taken aback by Rhysand’s unusually quiet manner, given that that was usually Azriel’s job.

“What’s on your mind brother,” Azriel asked nonchalantly without looking up from the chess board, where he was getting closer and closer to besting Rhysand.

Rhysand didn’t reply, simply because he didn’t notice. His thoughts were too consuming, too rampant.

“Rhysand,” Azriel repeated, “Is everything alright?”

“Yes. Everything’s alright,” Rhysand said. What’s the harm in trying? Azriel quirked an eyebrow, telling that he wasn’t going to fall for this lame response.

Sighing, he replied, knowing he could lie to anyone, put up a facade for anyone. But not Azriel. His brother had always been the one to see through his mask that had fooled countless others so easily.

“Honestly, I don’t know either. And that’s actually exactly the problem. Everything is fine. But for some reason I’ve been feeling so uneasy, like something is going to go wrong.”

Azriel listened carefully without any interruptions. This was one thing he loved about Azriel; he was a great listener. He never judged him or gave him false reassurances, never tried to dismiss his concerns.

“Is something in particular bothering you?” Azriel inquired, seamlessly taking on the role of Spymaster, always ready to fulfil his duty.

“That’s the problem. There is no specific threat or danger that’s worrying me. I just can’t shake this feeling of dread. I swear Azriel this paranoia is going to drive me crazy. Such small things start bothering me these days. Like how Beron was acting in the last meeting. I mean he was an asshole as usual, but nothing other than that,” Rhysand started rambling. All his concerns and worries started bubbling to the surface, knowing Azriel was the one person he could vent to without any repercussions.

“Okay, so Beron’s acting strange. If you want I can go do some recon in Autumn. Figure out if those foxes are upto something,” Azriel offered. Rhysand could see the cogs turning in his head, already planning how he would go about it. Rhysand rushed to refuse before Azriel could formulate a plan.

“No, its fine. There's no point in going to that hellhole and riling up Eris. Plus my sister would skin me alive if I put you in danger without any reason.”

At the mention of Selene, a small smile bloomed on Azriel’s face, and seeing him made Rhysand do so as well. Azriel had gone through so much in his childhood and then when they had grown up as well. No family, no siblings. Sure Rhysand and Cassian were his sworn brothers but it was that feeling of having someone that was yours, truly and only yours, was more blissful than anything. And Azriel had found that in Rhysand’s sister. While it had been a bit off-putting at first, if only because it was his job as a big brother, later he had felt nothing but joy at the thought of the two people he loved most in his life, finding their happiness with each other. And both of them deserved it. After everything, if there was anyone who deserved it, it was Azriel and Selene.

After the game finished, which Azriel so gleefully won, he got up to leave, but not before adding,

“Hey, if you need anything, I’m here. Just say the word.”

Rhysand had only smiled and nodded, knowing his brother would almost put his duty first and foremost, sometimes even before his life. If only he had remembered this simple fact.

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Azriel’s POV...

Leaving Rhysand’s office, Azriel made a beeline towards Selene. His shadows had informed him that she was in the training ring. Of course. Despite there not even being a bare hint of a conflict let alone a war, you and Cassian insisted on training everyone everyday. The two of them claimed that should the need arise, they all needed to be ready. Azriel prayed to the Mother that it never did.

However, it appeared she was alone right now. Perhaps getting in some extra work out. Hypocrite. Sel was were always chastising him for working too hard, always forcing him to take one too many breaks. While she herself often toiled away in the training arena for hours and hours on end. Like he had said: hypocrite.

Walking in, he saw her slashing away at the dummy with her sword. Each strike was precise and lethal, the picture of perfection. For a moment, Azriel simply stood their quietly, waiting a second to take in the sight before him. Even covered in sweat and your leathers, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Night embodied in the form of a heavenly angel, a gift from the Mother to show mere mortals what true beauty looked like. Each day Azriel thanked the Gods for blessing him with this brilliant female for a mate but he knew deep down, even if he were to worship Selene for a thousand years more, it would never be enough to show even a trickle of his devotion. She was his muse, his reason for life, the one who held the keys to his soul and heart.

Despite his chosen silence, Azriel knew she had noticed him. If not because of his shadows, maybe because of the love pouring in openly through the bond. Selene always tried to feign annoyance at his ‘cheesiness’ as she called it, but he knew from the blush that adorned her cheeks and the blinding smile that lit up her face, that deep down Selene adored it. So he kept doing it every single day; reminding her how much she meant to him. He only hoped it was enough.

Finally putting down her sword, Selene turned to him with that smile of hers. She walked right over to him and instantly put her arms around him.

“Well hello there, handsome. How did you find your way to our humble abode,” she mocked as Azriel had honestly been scarce in the training arena these days. He had been occupied with either spying or some other task which, for once, left no time for training. A fact that his mate often loved to tease him about; that if he didn’t start training sooner or later, he was going to become an old crone.

“I was told there was a rather pretty female here who was getting quite lonely. I thought maybe I should go offer her some company?” he joked right back. Only with Selene did he ever leave his guard down like this, only with her did he let this side of him show.

“You’re shameless, you know that?” she said, laughing her melodious laugh that would make the sweetest nightingales shy away.

“You love me anyways,” he whispered back.

“That I do. I love you Azriel, more than anything else in the world. You’re my everything.”

Azriel only leaned forward and kissed her forehead and both of her closed eyes. It was the softer moments like this that brought Azriel the most joy. Not that he wasn’t thankful for each second he got to spend with Selene. But something about when it was just the two of them, surrounded by silence, quietly expressing their love for each other that touched his heart the most. Even when she simply held his hand, he felt powerful enough to conquer the world. That loneliness he had felt ever since he was a child disappeared when he had first befriended her and had not reared its ugly head towards him ever since. Such was her power, and he has been in awe of it for just as long.

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Three months had passed ever since, when it began. Disappearances, murders. People going missing left and right in all seven courts. And these were no ordinary people; nobles, court officials, warriors. Panic had begun to spread. No one had the slightest idea who was doing it or what their intentions could be. As the summer heat reached its peak, stifling everyone’s breaths, so did the uncertainty, the anxiety of the current events.

All seven courts were scrambling to find the reason behind these disappearances, a culprit, a reason. Something that would at least give them a hint as to what to expect, how to prepare. Azriel, himself, hadn’t slept in almost two weeks or if he had, it had been for an hour only at best. He had gone longer without rest, but the stress of everything was starting to get to him. Well that and the fact that he had come up with no answers. He was supposed to be good at this, it was literally his job. His entire family was looking to him for answers, when he had absolutely none to give. And the feeling of letting them down, risking putting them in danger because of his incompetence scared him more than anything.

Selene had been the only one to notice; how he was so tense all the time, how the bags under his eyes had become deeper everyday, how even his beautifully carved face had become gaunt, pale, because she knew he hadn’t been eating properly. She saw it perhaps because she was the only one he let see through his mask. Everyone needed him right now. He couldn’t afford to break down. But around her... he could take a second to breathe, to not put up a facade. She constantly reassured him that he didn’t have to do this alone, that he didn’t have to bear this burden alone. But what could he do? Centuries of experience had ingrained into his very being this sense of duty that he couldn’t shake off no matter what.

However, at the last meeting where Azriel had all but collapsed as he gave Rhysand his report, Selene had finally put her foot down. Despite everyone’s protest she had dragged him home, saying he needed rest, that everyone else could survive without him for a couple of hours. Now Azriel himself had also opposed this decision, albeit half heartedly. Because no matter how much he wanted to work, Azriel knew he had to be honest with himself. With how exhausted he was right now, if he tried to winnow somewhere Azriel knew it would end in a disaster. Selene had quickly shut up everyone’s arguments with a swift reprimanding and has dragged him home.

Which was how they ended up here; in their room, where Azriel sat in an armchair while Selene prepared the bed. In all honesty, Azriel knew he should help but he realised he would probably faint and increase her work even more. So he stayed still. While Selene fluffed up the pillows, Azriel gazed out the window to their garden. Only some time ago, the two of them had been having a picnic under their apple tree, blissfully unaware of what awaited them. The same, luscious tree that had held ripe apples for them just some time ago was now bare. The leaves were sparse, the branches lightning every day. The leaves were turning a pale yellow, losing that healthy green. Perhaps it was a sign of winter. Although it was still far off, the thought still unsettled him for some reason.

“Azriel.”

Selene’s voice calling out to him broke Azriel out of his reverie. Turning to her, he saw she was holding out a hand to him, signalling him to join. Each step felt like he dragging mountains as he walked across the room to her.

As he lay down with her, Azriel suddenly felt a strange sense of peace, of silence, wash over him. Selene began running her fingers through his hair, which really made him melt. Closing his eyes, he took in her scent. It never failed to soothe him, always grounding him.

“You know you can relax right. Not everything is your responsibility. Let others help you out as well,” she whispered into his hair. He knew she purposely kept her voice low for him, knowing when he was this exhausted, this overwhelmed, loudness always made it worse.

“I know but... I just feel so guilty. I don’t want anyone to get hurt because of me. And I am trying, I really am. I just...”

“Shhh. Its okay Azriel. I know how hard you work, how dedicated you are to this court. And so does everyone else. You don’t need to prove it. You’re overworking yourself, my love. And until and unless you get some proper rest, I’m not letting you go out there. Cauldron knows what’s going on. And if you’re putting yourself in harms way, you need to be prepared. I... I can’t lose you, Azriel,” Selene cried out, her fears finally coming out.

“You’re not going to, my love. I promise. I always do don’t I? I’ll always come back to you,” he reassured her.

“You better, you big bat.”

The two of them got around four hours of sleep before someone came knocking on their door. While Selene was grumbling about it not being enough, Azriel knew with the current circumstances even that was a luxury.

It turns out Rhysand needed both of them for different tasks. Azriel was to go to Winter court to check on a lead that Kallias had apparently found. Selene was going to Day, to help out Helion with his forces. Rhysand had commented that he didn’t want to split the two of them up, but right now he needed all the hands he could get.

They had begrudgingly agreed and had left for their respecting missions, not before a hearty goodbye. Not a single soul in Prythian could have predicted what was about to happen as the two lovers went their separate ways. If only they had known this was the last time they would ever see each other again. Maybe they would relished in the moment more, maybe they would have spent more time together. Maybe, maybe, maybe. In the end everyone was left dreaming of how, maybe, they could have stopped what was about to happen.

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Feyre POV...

The last few weeks had been difficult for everyone, but Feyre thought it was even worse for herself and Rhysand. They were supposed to be the leaders of their court, supposed to assure them and provide all the answers, tell them that everything would be okay. But with every disappearance, she felt like she was failing her people. Helpless and aimless, the two of them were struggling to keep the court together, to stop the panic from turning into pure hysteria and chaos.

Right now, she was the only one in Velaris. Everyone else had gone somewhere or the other to try to figure out something about this new threat. Feyre had gone on the last round to Dawn Court whose villages had just been attacked, to see if they could perhaps find some semblance of an idea as to what the hell has been going on. While she had come back empty handed, it was her turn to stay with Nyx as Rhysand left this time.

Feyre was alone in the House of Wind, save for Nyx and Elain. After crying his throat soar, Nyx had finally gone to sleep. Elain had gone to put him to bed while Feyre read some of Azriel’s reports, desperate to find anything they could have missed the first time round.

She had just put the last of the papers down, her eyes heavy from all the reading, when a scream pierced the stagnant silence that had settled over the House. Instantly Feyre was on her feet. Had someone infiltrated the House, despite all the wards around it. She was all alone as well. No matter, Feyre was enough for whatever coward had dared to intrude her home. Nyx... Oh gods Nyx... no no no

Feyre ran through the halls, dread filling her as she prayed to whatever deities that listened, that the intruder was nowhere near her son. If something happened to him, she would raze the whole world down.

She had just turned a corner, when she slammed into Elain, who was clutching a crying Nyx in her arms. Thank the Cauldron. It was only did she realise that Elain was crying too, with a bleeding gash down her face.

“Elain, what happened? Elain, where are they? Elain!” she yelled at him, shaking her shoulders, trying to will her into speaking. But Elain kept on sobbing, shaking her head, she started hyperventilating. Only a second later, Elain’s gaze zeroed in on something behind Feyre’s back, and she screamed.

Pushing Elain and Nyx behind her, she yelled at them to run as she turned to meet the invader head on. Whoever it was, had laid a hand on her sister, and for that they would die a most gruesome death.

A hooded figure stood on the other end of the hallway, knives in both hands. Only, one of them was dripping in blood. Elain’s blood. Blood that could have easily been her son’s. The thought enraged her beyond reason, as she charged at the male.

The male was on her before she could reach him. His knives lashing out, each strike intending to kill. Feyre barely missed some of them. Shit. He was really, really good. All of her hits went amiss. Whether those be from her dagger or her power. The male evaded her in every way.

A kick to the ribs knocked the air from her lungs as Feyre collapsed on the floor. In front of her, the male reached for another weapon. Closing her eyes, she tried reaching Rhysand. She had forgotten where he had gone, but only hoped that he could feel her distress.

Feyre felt her assailant get closer and closer until she opened her eyes. Before she could give in to her fate, the glint of the dagger in his hands caught her eye. It couldn’t be.... Perhaps the blood loss had made her delusional. There was no way what she was seeing could be true. For the dagger in the male's hand, the one against her neck... was Truth Teller.

Summoning what last strength she had left, Feyre pushed herself off the ground and reached up to the man’s head. As she pulled down his hood, a cry of anguish escaped her. At that moment Feyre wished it had been someone else, anyone else. That it was some other pair of eyes sneering back at her, that it wasn’t the friendly hazel one’s she had grown accustomed to. That it wasn’t Azriel glaring down at her.

“Why?” was all she could croak out with his knife pressed against her throat.

Azriel said nothing and only pressed the blade closer, presumably to finish her off. Just as she has resigned her fate, a cry sounded out,

“Feyre!”

Rhysand. He had heard her. He was here. Thank the Cauldron. At the sound of his voice, Azriel got off of her and disappeared into the shadows.

That was how Rhys found her, crumpled on the ground, tears of her own making their way down her face. She understood now why Elain had been crying the way she was. This betrayal was so unfathomable, she couldn’t wrap her head around it despite seeing it with her own two eyes. It just wasn’t possible...

Rhysand skidded to a halt as he crouched down next to her,

“Feyre are you alright? Are you hurt?” and just like Elain, Feyre was now speechless. How could anyone expect her to put to words what she had just witnessed.

“Feyre, what happened? Where’s Nyx?” Rhysand cried out as he shook her again, probably scared out of his mind.

Given the situation, Feyre did what she could do in the moment. She tapped against his mental shields, asking to be let in, then showed Rhysand the memory of just a few moments ago.

The only sign Feyre had to tell her that he had seen it, was Rhysand going wholly still. The colour drained from his face as it became ghost white. He too crumpled on the floor. Eyes empty, staring at the wall before him, not looking at anything in particular. The hurricane of emotions going through him right now was unimaginable to Feyre. Azriel was his brother... to expect this from him....

Rhysand POV..

After the shock had lessened, but still not gone, he had called back everyone in his family. He had then proceeded to show them the same memory Feyre had shown him. Not Selene. His poor, innocent sister. To be subjected to such pain was something he would never wish for his darling sister. He would deal with her later. Right now he needed to deal with a traitor.

The emotions of everyone were varied, as expected. Cassian had protested the most, blowing up within an instant of seeing the memory.

“Rhysand, tell me you’re not falling for this. Tell me you don’t think our brother is a traitor,” Cassian roared at him, questioning him like Rhysand was in the wrong. The audacity of it surprised him.

“Are you suggesting my mate is lying? That your High Lady is lying!” Rhysand yelled right back.

“It could be a mistake. Maybe... she didn’t know what she saw. It...it can be a trap. Maybe someone’s trying to set him up... He would never... Azriel would never do this.”

“For Cauldron’s sake, Cassian! Feyre SAW him! What else do you want? What more proof that you want that that bastard is a traitor! That treacherous son of a bitch laid his filthy hands on my mate. And for that I’ll cut his head off. If any of you try to intervene, you can die right along with him!” Rhysand threatened, ensuring that everyone understood how serious he was being.

He had barely finished his sentence when the door to his office was opened. For the second time that night, Rhysand found himself speechless. For before them, stood none other than Azriel. Relaxed and unabashed. As if he hadn’t committed treason. As if he hadn’t betrayed the only family he had ever known. That pathetic son of a bitch...

Azriel walked in coolly, not showing any signs of the suiting emotions whatsoever. As he felt everyone’s gaze on him, the bastard had the audacity to ask,

“What’s going on here? Is everything alright?”

The one simple statement broke whatever fragment of reverse Rhysand had left. Whatever patience, uncertainty there was left went out the door. Instead it was replaced with white hot rage.

All Rhysand saw was red. His fury gone beyond any bounds, any and all sense of reason gone with it. He wanted Azriel’s blood. And he wanted it now.

Before he even knew what he was doing, he moved across the room and punched Azriel right in the face. And he did it again and again and again until Azriel’s face was nothing but a bloody pulp. Eventually, Azriel pushed him off long enough to ask,

“Rhysand, what... why are you doing this? What are you doing?”

The question was answered only by a kick to the ribs. Azriel groaned and rolled to the side, coughing up blood. The sight brought him more pleasure than it should have. At that moment Rhysand felt like a crazed animal. The sight of spilled blood exciting him to shed even more.

Rhysand hauled up Azriel and slammed him against the wall, he then spat at him,

“You thankless son of a bitch, after everything I’ve done for you! Five hundred years, Azriel! Five centuries together... I thought you were my brother... and you go and stab me in the back?”

Rhysand then showed him Feyre's memory, hoping that maybe it would quell this bastard’s stubbornness. Azriel’s eyes widened as he took it in.

“That’s not me! Rhysand... how can you even think of believing that. I would never... I was in Winter! You sent me to Winter!” Azriel croaked out, still making excuses.

“You lying bastard. But don’t worry. I know just how to make you talk.”

Rhysand then grabbed Azriel by the collar and winnowed to the one place traitors like him deserved to dwell. The Court of Nightmares. It had been Azriel’s area of expertise and now the same place Rhysand would use to break him.

Dragging him to the cells in the bottom most pits of this miserable place, Rhysand threw all concern as to who was watching, or what they might think out the window. The only thing on his mind was vengeance. The pain of this betrayal only fanned the flames even more.

Throwing Azriel in one of the cells, Rhysand himself walked in and locked the door behind him.

“Now, tell me. Who are you working with? And what have you told them?,” Rhysand demanded, perhaps if Azriel was compliant he could be granted an easy death.

“Rhysand, are you out of your fucking mind? Why would I do this? Go ask Kallias if you want. I was with him in Winter,” Azriel exclaimed.

“Who’s to say you didn’t trick him too?”

“Rhysand, please. You have to believe me. I would never do this. Feyre’s my sister. I would never hurt her!”

His mate’s name only enraged Rhysand even more. How dare this son of a bitch do what he had done and then proceed to act innocent? Like he could be forgiven his crime?

Rhysand called on his daemati powers and tore his talons into Azriel’s mind, tearing it apart from within, trying to find some clues as to who he had been conspiring with. Beneath him, Azriel screamed as he felt he his mind being violated, each passing second feeling like knives being repeatedly stabbed in his head. Good. Rhysand wanted him to feel pain, if only an ounce of what his betrayal had made Rhysand go through.

“Rhysand! Please! I didn’t do anything! Please!”

Rhysand withheld his mental attacks, only for a moment. He wanted to give Azriel one last chance to confess, if only for the sake of the five centuries they had spent as brothers. Perhaps it was easy for Azriel to throw them away like they didn’t mean anything, but not for him. He wasn’t shameless enough.

“I’m giving you one more chance Azriel. Tell me who you’re working with. And perhaps I’ll make your passing easier.”

Azriel only sobbed below him, hands in his hair, he only sobbed,

“I didn’t do anything Rhys. Please! Please believe me, you’re all my family... I would never hurt you...”

Rhysand grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head against the wall repeatedly before letting him crumple to the floor once more.

“Do not speak to me of family. You lost the right to do so when you turned your back on us! I gave you a chance to confess. Now don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. You raised a hand against my mate, your High Lady! If I hadn’t gotten there on time, you were going to kill her weren’t you? You were going to rob me of the most precious thing in my life. Now, it’s your turn.”

Realisation dawned on Azriel’s face as a long, dark blade of pure ebony materialised in Rhysand’s hand. He tried to retreat, to cower back but Azriel’s broken body only allowed so much.

“No no no. Rhysand please! I didn’t do anything! Please! Please don’t do this... think of Selene!”

“Don’t you dare take my sister’s name, you bastard. She didn’t deserve a filthy low life like you for a mate! She loved you with everything she had and this is what you gave her in return... But not anymore. I’m not going to let even your shadows get close to her. You’re going to pay Azriel. For hurting my mate, my sister... you’re going to pay for all of it,” Rhysand threw back at him.

And then...Rhysand raised the sword and brought it down on Azriel’s back, cleaving his wings right off his body. Azriel screamed a scream of pure agony. Blood trickled down his back as the membrane of his wings gave way to the blade.

Rhysand had exacted his revenge in the most fitting way he could think of. Wings were not only fragile but also extremely important to Illyrians. And now Azriel’s were gone. Despite the fact that he despised his parentage, his wings were what marked him as an Illyrian. Now he was nothing.

Azriel’s cries died down to nothing as his throat became parched because of the screams. Now he lay collapsed in a corner, body still shivering and shaking, perhaps from the pain, perhaps from Azriel’s sobbing.

Despite it all, Rhysand felt no pity, no sympathy. Azriel deserved it. Rhysand would not let some crocodile tears break his resolve. Before he left, he said one more time,

“I hope the next time I come here, you’re a little more compliant. Do think about what has already happened. If you don’t give me answers next time... well you know better than anyone else, there are many fates worse than death.”

Azriel POV...

Even after the High Lord had left, the Shadowsinger kept on crying, shaking. He tried and failed to come up with a reason for what was happening. His brothers couldn’t do this to him. Not Rhysand and Cassian. They weren’t like his step brothers. They weren’t.... This was all a bad dream. Yes, a nightmare. He would wake up and he will be in Selene’s arms, and all will be right.

The pain from Rhysand’s mental attack and the severing of his wings had driven Azriel beyond the point of sanity, his hold on reality slipping with each passing minute. Crazed with pain and fever, he kept on whispering into the dark, just like he had when he had been a child,

“I didn’t do anything. I didn’t do anything. I didn’t do anything. I didn’t do anything. It’s just a bad dream. Its just a bad dream.”

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Rhysand POV...

When he returned to Velaris to the House of Wind, he was met the piercing sound of a female screaming. Instantly his heart stopped. Was there another intruder? Was Feyre alright? It was only when he reached the room the sounds were coming from, did he realise that the screams weren’t Feyre’s. They were Selene’s.

When he reached her room, he found her slumped on the floor, hair strewn everywhere, with her hand clutching her chest, beating at her heart. Feyre and Morrigan were by his side, trying but failing to calm her down.

“Selene, what’s wrong?”

Her gaze fell on him shakily, she stared at him got a moment as if trying to reassure herself that he was really there, before she started sobbing,

“Rhysand. Its Az... something is wrong. He’s hurt. I could feel it. It hurt so bad, Rhys. And now... I can’t feel him! I can’t feel him, Rhysand. You have to find him! You have to... he needs our help.”

“We will, we will. Don’t worry, my raven. But I need you to calm down first okay?” he said calmly. Selene only stared at him incredulously before pulling back from him.

“How can you ask me to calm down? I’m telling you my mate is hurt and you’re telling me to calm down?” his sister spat at him. He didn’t blame her. Not one bit. What she was going through right now was unimaginable. So Rhysand did what he could in the moment. He reached into her mind and put his sister to sleep.

Selene slumped into his arms as he picked her up from the floor. Laying her down, he ushered everyone outside.

Once they were all a safe distance away from her room, Cassian exploded,

“You can’t keep this from her forever Rhysand. You need to tell Selene. She deserves to know!”

The gravity of the situation finally started to weigh on him as his legs gave way from under him. Rhysand collapsed on a sofa and put his head into his hands.

“It’ll kill her. Knowing what that son of a bitch did... she won’t be able to survive it...” Rhysand whispered softly.

Cassian and Rhysand sat there for hours on end, trying to figure out what had led them there, trying to remember if there were any signs of Azriel acting strange in the last few months. But both of them came up empty. In the end they were both left with heavy heads, and even heavier hearts.

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Selene awoke only an hour later, once again in pain. The damned mating bond. It ensured that she felt every ounce of pain he conflicted on Azriel. That was one technicality that Rhysand had not thought of while exacting Azriel’s punishment.

This time it was Cassian who was in the room when Selene awoke, beside herself with pain and desperation. The feeling of the mating bond slowly withering away was enough to drive anyone insane. Rhysand would know; he had felt Feyre die once. He also knew how that it broke a person’s very soul in two.

When Selene awoke, she jumped straight out of bed and made to leave when Cassian stopped her,

“Sel, wait! Wait! Where are you going?”

Rhysand was truly beginning to worry for his sister. Her eyes were half crazed as she tried to fight off Cassian.

“Azriel! I need to find Azriel, he needs me!” Selene cried.

“He’s not here, Sel. We’ll find him. I promise. But you need to stay here, alright? It's not safe out there,” Cassian tried to reason with her, “Why don’t you sit down here? I’ll go get Rhysand. And then we can figure out how to find Azriel together alright?”

That was when Rhysand had walked in, going to his sister’s side the second he walked in. Selene took him by the arm and asked,

“Rhys, where’s Az? Where’s my Azriel? I can’t feel him. Why can’t I feel him?”

“I don’t know...”

“He knows I love him right? He knows I need him?”

“Of course he does,” Rhysand answered.

“THEN WHY ISNT HE COMING BACK? HE KNOWS I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT HIM! WHY DID HE LEAVE ME ALONE!” Selene screamed at the top of her lungs.

Rhysand then put her to sleep again with tears in his eyes. Realistically, Rhysand knew they couldn’t do this forever. But seeing his sister in such a state tore his heart apart everything all over again. Glancing at Cassian, he saw in his expression that he felt the same. Their sister had always been shielded, protected. And to see her suffer in such a way, was more than either could bear.

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Two weeks passed like this; Selene waking up in a panic and then Rhysand or Feyre putting her to sleep. Each time they tried telling her, her broken state would deter them. Who would be the one brave enough to share her mate’s fate? Who would be the one to ring the toll bells for their love?

It was only when the second week ended when everything came crashing down. Selene was once again sleeping a restless sleep, Elain with her in her room.

The rest of the Inner Circle were in the Town House when Rhysand felt a disturbance. Someone had broken through the wards of the city. Instantly they were at their feet. Before any of them could react, there was a flurry of swirling darkness and before them stood a man.

The invader was tall, lean. Despite what he was undertaking, the man bore no armour. As if he expected no attack, no resistance. As if he could just walk out of here unscathed after barging in to his home.

“Who the hell are you?” Feyre demanded.

“Ah, Lady Feyre. Always so impatient. Lord Koschei sends you his regards. As for my name, we’ll that’s irrelevant really,” the man sneered.

Rhysand’s heart dropped. Koschei. It was impossible. He wasn’t... he wasn’t alive. How has risen again?

“That’s not...”

“Possible? Well i can assure you it very much is. Who do you think is behind all these people disappearing?” Then after adding a sick smirk the man added, “Behind the fate of your Shadowsinger?”

“Go tell your master, we’ve caught his lap dog. He won’t have any of our secrets anymore,” Rhysand spat at the man, still shocked at his audacity.

“Tsk, tsk. Rhysand. I honestly gave you more credit than you deserve. My master thought you all would never fall for this trap. But then again he did always underestimate my ingenuity. You see, we knew with Azriel by your side, we would never have been able to infiltrate your court. It was too well guarded. So we knew we had to get rid of him somehow, but we couldn’t figure out how. He was too secure here, with all of you. But then I thought: why do we go through all of that trouble when you can just do it for us?”

“What? I... I didn’t do anything. Azriel was working with you people. He got what he deserved,” Rhysand answered.

“Was he? Because I do not recall any such thing. And that is not something you forget. After all having the Shadowsinger by our side would have been such an advantage,” the man explained.

“Do not attempt to lie to me! I saw him.. Feyre saw him. He attacked her...” Rhysand began, perplexed. What game were these people playing now.

“Did he?”

The repeated questions caught him off guard. He glanced at Cassian who had a similar expression.

“Yes, we saw the memory. It was Azriel who attacked Feyre. He...” Cassian began.

“Really? Because I could have sworn Azriel was in Winter Court when I came here,” the man jeered.

“No, Azriel wasn’t....” It was then that the man’s words sunk in, “Wait, what did you just say?”

“Oh yes. It was me who attacked the House of Wind that oh so fateful night.”

“No.. it was Azriel... he..” Cassian started, too confused for words.

The man smirked smugly once again and raised an eyebrow. Then, the man snapped his fingers and in an instant, disappeared. In his place, now sitting before them... was Azriel.

A gasp from everyone sounded through the room. It was Feyre who exclaimed,

“What devilry is this?”

Despite looking like his brother, when he spoke the voice was the man’s own,

“Yes. There it is people. The grand reveal. It was I. Honestly it was so easy to fool you people. When Azriel left for Winter, I made my way here. I did the crime and poor Azriel paid the price. How sad.”

No no no no no no no no no

Before he could process what had just occurred, a soft voice echoed through the room,

“It was you. You took my Azriel from me.”

Selene. No.

“Yup. And he’s been torturing him loads as well,” the man added, mocking all of them.

“You son of a bitch! After everything you still have the audacity to stand before me so shamelessly?” Rhysand roared at him.

“Well if you ask me, I was just getting bored. I was expecting you lot to figure it out sooner but you are all so slow. So I thought why not come reveal myself? There’s no point in committing all these brilliant crimes when no one gives you its credit.”

The man disappeared before Rhysand could reach him to cut his measly head off.

“How could you?” Selene asked again, “How could you?!”

Rhysand tried making his way over to her but she retreated, getting as far away from him as possible.

“All this time... you’ve been lying to me. You lied to my face. How could you Rhysand?”

“Sel... it wasn’t my fault. I had no idea... we all thought it was Azriel... He..” Rhysand scrambled to come up with an answer, something to explain why he had done what he had. But deep down he knew, nothing could ever absolve him of this heinous sin.

“Where is he? WHERE IS HE?” his sister demanded.

“The Court of Nightmares.”

And Selene winnowed away.

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Selene POV..

The hurricane of agony and anguish that was ravaging her very soul right now made her want to curl into a ball and cry. But she didn’t have time. She had to find Azriel. She had to get to him.

Winnowing in to the Court of Nightmares, she willed the faint mating bond she could still feel to find him, to lead her to him. Cauldron knows what that monster had done to her mate. She would never forgive him. All of them would pay.

Pushing her fury aside, Selene skidded to a halt in front of a cell in the bottom most pit of this wretched place. Damn you Rhysand. She unleashed her power and the door before her crumbled to nothing. Walking in, she saw nothing at first. The darkness so absolute, no amount of light could ever lessen it in this place.

After grasping at nothing but the dark, she finally spotted a figure in the far corner of the cell. Azriel.

Running over, Selene felt like throwing up at the sight before her. Her mate's back was covered in blood and blisters. Open wounds, half clotted, half fresh. His majestic, awe inspiring wings were... gone. Rhysand couldn’t have done this. He was cruel but not this... this was unimaginable. He wouldn’t do this to his brother... would he?

Turning him over, she tried to shake him awake. He’s okay. He had to be.

“Azriel. My love. I’m here.” No response.

“Az. Please.”

With a shaky breath, Azriel’s eyes opened, only slightly. And her violent eyes were met with his beautiful hazel ones. Eyes that once held nothing but adoration. Eyes that had always looked at her like she had hung the stars. Eyes... that were now empty and hollow.

Azriel looked at her for a second, and recognition lighted up his eyes. He opened his mouth as if to say something but just as quick it closes. His hand slipped from hers and his chest stopped rising.

Selene was frozen in place, refusing to accept what had just transpired. Azriel’s now empty, unblinking eyes stared at her coldly.

“No no no. Azriel. Azriel. Wake up. It’s me. Its your Selene. I’m going to take you home. We’re going to go home,” she whispered, willing him to wake through some miracle.

Her hands felt the wounds on his back as she held him. They had been too deep, too lethal to be left as he had been. And those same wounds had led to his passing. Now that was what Selene would have realised if she had been rational, if she had been sane at the moment. But she was long gone past that point.

“My lion mate. What did they do to you? My brave Azriel... how could they do this to you?”

Running her hands through his hair, she moved it from his eyes. His empty gaze, his still chest mocking her.

“Azriel, my love. How could they do this to you? Azriel. Wake up. Come on, we’re going home. Azriel wake up. Please. For the love of God please wake up,” she cried softly once before panic began to settle in her chest.

Selene felt the mating bond stretch and stretch, until it shattered. The bond cleaving felt like someone had ripped her very soul apart. Her heart felt like it was om fire. The world fell away. The only thing Selene knew was her lost love.

“AZRIEL!” Selene screamed, finally letting out her anguish, “AZRIEL WAKE UP! PLEASE! MY DARLING! PLEASE WAKE UP”

She let out a wail that was heard all across the wretched court. She dragged her nails down her face as she screamed. At one point, she even stopped saying his name and just screamed in pain.

Her ragged screams were what led Rhysand and the others to the cell. Where they found her, holding on to her dead mate, pounding on his chest, begging him to wake up. The screaming did not subside or lessen with their arrival. The entire court of Nightmares stood witness that day as the Daughter of Night cried and pleaded for her mate, witnesses how the two lovers were torn apart.

Cassian fell to his knees at the sight of his dead brother. A wail of affliction tore free from him but Selene paid him no mind, she was too far gone beyond the point of salvation, as she still shook Azriel, as if expecting him to awoke any second.

Rhysand was frozen. Body, mind, both numb. His hands were shaking as he took in the sight before him. No no no. This couldn��t be happening. Azriel couldn’t be... dead. He couldn’t be. Rhysand was going to take him home, was going to apologise. He would have paid with his own life if he had to, to Selene and Azriel. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen...

Selene turned on him, rushing over to where he stood. He realised too late, she was holding Truth Teller. She must have grabbed it before winnowing here. Feyre, however, did and she moved to stop her. But Rhysand held her back. No. He would take whatever punishment his sister would deem him worthy of. His wings. His life. All were offered.

But despite screaming only a few seconds ago, which Rhysand also expected her to do, Selene only cried out softly, as if she was too tired to raise her voice anymore,

"How could you do this to me Rhysand? You put out the light of my heart. You killed the one who held my soul. You know, when you took him from me and then lied to me about it, when you took my love from me, my entire being was plunged into darkness. I was drowning in my soul's agony. The hope that I could find him again, kept me alive. I took refuge in that hope. But you took even that away from me. And who knows... if he had been alive.. maybe I could have forgiven you. Maybe we could have moved past this a century or two later. If he had been alive, there could be hope for another spring. Light could have lit up our lives again, flowers would have blossomed again. Your court would have been covered in the red of roses rather than the tainted blood of my innocent mate! You have forever changed the fate of this court Rhysand. You have summoned such a winter, whose icy winds will never stop.Everything will surrender to it. Everyone will meet their end because of it . My suffering, my pain is over Rhysand. But yours... yours has just begun."

Selene raised Truth Teller. Behind him, Feyre and Mor cried out his name, assuming the knife was meant to him. Beside him Cassian moved as well to get Rhysand out of Selene’s way. But Selene... Selene gave her brother one last whisper of a smile before moving Truth Teller to her own throat. It was then that the Shadowsinger's legendary blade spilt its last drop of blood. It was then that it took one last life, the life of someone who no one could have ever imagined being subjected to the blade.

Rhysand was frozen in place as he watched his sister, his darling baby sister slit her own throat in front of him. As she fell, he did too.

Kneeling, he held her lifeless body as blood flowed freely from her. The same blood that drawing from Azriel had given him so much pleasure only some time back. And now... his sister, his only family was gone. Gone...because of him.

The High Lord’s agonised roar could have been heard all across Velaris as he cried for his sister, for his brother who he had murdered with his own two hands. How... how could he have been so foolish? How had they come to this? How could Rhysand, the High Lord who believed himself smarter, stronger than any, had fallen for this heinous trap?

And his sister... she had died alone, without her love. So did Azriel. How.... How? How could Rhysand have done this? To think Azriel's childhood, his first steps, his first memories had been of the dark, cold cellar his so called father had locked him in. To think he had gone through all of that, had survived, found happiness only to meet his end in the same way...it was too cruel. Almost a slap to the face, like fate was mocking his brother; look, you tried to escape but what happened? Once again you return to this lonely darkness. People like you don't deserve happiness. No. Rhysand couldn't have been this cruel. Why hadn't he waited, why hadn't he questioned his own sinful eyes?

And Azriel... he was gone. His brother, the one person he could always rely on was gone, the one person who had always protected him was gone. To think of the fate he had subjected the two of them to; dying alone, in pain, without their mate by their side. Rhysand couldn't save them...

Cauldron. What had he done?

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The last vestiges of summer left the Night Court. And along with it, it took the last bits of warmth, of plenty... of happiness. The city of starlight now submerged in an unforgiving, relentless winter. As it would be for as long as it shall stand. For the cries of the Daughter of Night had not gone unheard by the Gods.

At the edge of the city, in a small garden by the seaside, the signs of winter first started showing. The home that had always been basked in light and warmth, now stood derelict. Doors have been thrown open, windows too. As the icy wind made its way inside the house, taking over what was once the haven of two lovers, a silence settled. It was the overbearing, suffocating silence. One that made its presence known, that couldn't help but make you think of a lost time, where this silence did not reign. Now... it only mocked the house's desolation. Look, what you used to be? How you have fallen.

Outside, the apple tree in the garden, in whose shade the Shadowsinger and his beloved had once laid, was now barren. As the last leaf of the tree fell, it was joined by the first snow of this eternal winter. Snow that would not stop, that would take all who stood before it.

Oh how they had fallen.... in the end, no one was saved.

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{ 𝙍𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩 }

- Kozume Kenma-

Ft - Kuroo Tetsuro. -

Note: sfw, angst to fluff, marriedf!reader, cheating warning. Long oneshot.

Wc: 13+k

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- “Where have you been?”

These words flow out from your mouth as soon as Kenma walks in the living room. He stood there as if processing your question before sighing and walk to put down his bag. “Where else would I be? Of course, I've been at work, Y/n.” He answered with a tinge of irritation on his voice, something Kenma never does before.

You glance at the clock, hanging almost loosely but still haven't fall out, and it shows 12:43 in the morning. BB corp finished work at 9.

“At this hour?” You whisper again, stepping closer to him, eyes didn't budge from his face as you're trying to gauge his reaction. And he gave it away. He clicks his tongue and sharply turn away and walk into your share bedroom, before slamming the door shut, leaving you alone as you confirmed what you have been feeling nowadays.

Kenma... is losing interest in you.

At first you didn't want to jump into conclusions, you wouldn't want to doubt him. He's your husband, you love him. But... does he? you remember back to your first notice about this whole ordeal. First, Him coming home later than usual. ‘But he probably have a big project to handle so he took extra time.’ You whisper to yourself.

Second time; He no longer eat your cooking. No matter if it's his favorite apple pie, or his favorite cooking, he always said he's full. ‘He come back late, so he must have had dinner outside.’ you whisper again.

Third time; Woman's perfume on his shirt, woman's lipstick mark on his neck. ‘Maybe someone fell on him and the smell rubbed off?’ you denied the possibility.

Fourth ; He no more kiss you when he came home. He always greet you by patting you softly on the back or squeezing your hand once, then let go immediately afterwards. No smile either.

What's the odds...

Lastly, he didn't say 'I love You' anymore.....

After that, all of these things began to point out to you. It was a huge change, one that you can't take it seriously at the moment. Kenma loves you, nothing could change that. But how could you be sure? Maybe he just got tired after all of this hardwork, he didn't need you for nothing.

And now this. Why would you be so stupid to deny all this. You knew it yourself. You knew the answer, but you look away from the truth. You're scared to admit. Admit that Kenma, cheated on you. That Kenma, are having an affair behind you. Your Kenma... “He cheated...”

Your knees give up at your realization as you let out a silent whimper. One that would never be known to him.

〜〜〜〜

Morning came, and a `Ping!` noises woke Kenma up as he turn to open his phone, to find sweet good mornings from her. His love. Kenma smiles, replying each one of them with the same amount of sweetness she gave him. He missed how this feel. Y/n used to be like this, but she changed. And his love for her faded as time went on. He didn't actually want to cheat on her, but he can't lie to himself.

He look around the room for Y/n's figure but none found, so he start his daily routine. Since today is the day. For him to come true to her. It's sunday and both of them are off work so it's the best time to talk about it. He sigh, closing the bathroom door, if only he think twice before marrying Y/n, he would happily be with his true love now, but the past is the past so he'll change his life now.

He finish his shower, dressed himself, brushed his teeth.

He walked to the kitchen, to find her making breakfast, his heart sinked at the sight. This is why he decided to end it all. He already has someone else now. The last two years with Y/n, it wasn't her fault this happened, but it is how it is.

“Morning..” He said softly, remembering how he acted yesterday before nervously sit down on the dinner table. You ignore him, turning off the gas before went to the sink and start washing the dishes. Kenma noticed this, of course. He fiddled with his finger for a second, building the courage he need to crush your heart in mere seconds, but he didn't focus in that aspect.

“Y/n.. I have something to discuss with you.. Can you.. sit down for a second?" He ask again, turning his body to give you his full attention while waiting for you.

Since he knew he should do it now, but he doesn't know where to begin. What can he really explain? Everything that need to be explained.

“I'm busy..” You answered without looking at him, and turned the tap off before moving to wash another plate. He frowned. Becoming more impatience with your attitude. “Can't you stop for a moment, I just need to talk for a bit.” He said with a deeper tone, standing up from the chair and clearly upset with you.

You ignored him again, wiping the dishes you've washed. You aren't stupid. You know what he's about to discuss with you. But you doesn't want to hear it, because you know that once you did, this fairytale of yours will come to an end, and you just start building it.

Kenma take a step forward to where you're standing. You are acting like a child with all this sulking and it pissed him off. “Are you kidding me, Y/n? We're doing this farce now? Are you five?” he huffed at you.

Again. So instead of listening to what he says, you move forward and let him talk to your back, continuing what you were doing before he entered. A part of you hopes for him to say the right things this time, telling him how sorry he is, and begging for you to forgive him, so everything will turn back to normal but you know that's not gonna happened as Kenma goes beside you and pulled your wrist with force. He never hurt you before... but now he did.

You try to pull back your wrist, but it's pointless since he's a former volleyball player, and they have powerful grips. But you still have a mouth and a voice. “Let go, Kenma! You're hurting me!” You yell, planting your feet to the mosaic to prevent him from pulling you. “What are you being so stubborn for?! Just sit down so we can talk, for god's sake!” He shouted back, first time to you again as you flinched. Felt your eyes water but you blink them away before goes to sit down like he told you to.

He let out a loud sigh, messing up his newly combed hair as he sat down in front of you.

“Look, Y/n. About yesterday.. I..” “Save it, Kenma.” You interrupted him coldly, cutting his sentence short. “Just say what you want to, I don't need extra details, so stop talking about it..” You said firmly as you looked straight into his dark brown eyes, your hands clenching tightly into fists.

His brows knitted together and his lips slightly open in shock, he looks away, and let out a low breath. “Fine... Y/n.. I want a divorce. I've fell out of love and are currently in a relationship with someone who really loves me. So let's divorce.”

His shock and nervousness from earlier goes away as he stare at you dead serious in the face. And you, even as you try to fight back the urge to cry, hearing the man you give your whole heart to said that he fell out of love shattered your heart completely. One tear start to flow down, then second, third and can't be stop agaim as you sobs, covering your face with both of your palms.

The tears keep pouring from your eyes, and you couldn't help but let out small whimpers, “How could you.. Do this to me..? How.. Could you do this to me?” You asked, still trying to hide your face. “Please.. Don't do this.. Don't do this.. Don't leave me like this..”

“I'm sorry, Y/n. I'm sorry..” He said, his voice breaking a little as he held back the urge to hug you. He doesn't have the right anymore. “I.. I'm sorry..” He repeated his apology again.

But you no longer hear anything except for the sound of your heart shattering milions times over and over again, you bawl your eyes, with Kenma looking down on his lap, guilty crease his face but no regret shows. He felt relieved, that he actually end this today. Of course, you'll feel sad now, he, himself are sad but you'll bounce back in no time. You always do.

You sniffled, finally able to compose yourself enough to raise your head. And when you looked at the person before you, it feels like your soul has left your body. Kenma look so different. Not because he changed his hairstyle or his clothes but because.... he's no longer Your Kenma. You're no longer Kozume Y/n.. And it breaks you again, but you wipes away the tears, since there's no one to wipe them for you now.

“Since that means you're no longer my husband, I want you to pack your belongings. I don't want to see your face until our divorce trial....” You said hoarsely, looking away from the man. This house belonged to you and Kenma moves in, even though at the beginning of your marriage, he ask you to move in his house but you declined so both of you moves to your house, so it becomes both of you guys house but back to only you now.

Kenma nodded. As the CEO of BB corp, it wasn't a hard thing for him to do. So he stood him and goes out, without a single goodbye. All left is for you to wait for his helpers to come and get his things. The end for you and Kenma's lovestory, two years of marriage, 5 years of friendship from highschool. It ends with him and a new person. You cry again, clutching on your chest as you feel severe pain stabbing your heart, toppling over before losing consciousness.

~~~~~

And so, 6 months went by. That morning you fell unconscious, Kuroo was the one who found you, though it was in the evening. He heard about the divorce from Kenma as soon as Kenma goes out that morning, but him with his promoting and scouting job, he can't just leave, so he hurriedly tried to finished early that day but still ended up in the evening when he went straight to your house. Kenma's belongings still in the house since the helpers he called will come later tonight so you're there unconscious for more than 8 hours.

When Kuroo arrived, he ring the doorbell, but got no answer, so he barge in without any hesitation. Since he knew you from highschool, he was the one who introduced you to Kenma, he knew what type of a person you're. And you always answer the doorbell.

With lights off, he panicked a bit as he turn the light on, looking around the house for your figure but found none, so he goes out to your small garden, again no sight of you, he goes back inside and climb the stair to upstair, knocking on your room's door, no answer so he pull the door handle to see that it was unlocked, open it up just to look around, since he didn't see you, he doesn't linger and goes back downstairs, almost running out from the door before he remembered your kitchen.

He peek at your kitchen and there you are, still wearing your apron, face pale beside the dinner table, unconscious. He scrambles and pick you up, not caring bout anything else as he drive you to the hospital, trying to calm himself down as you guys arrived at the hospital. He barely calm as he goes inside and ask for a doctor, that took you inside.

After checking up on you, the doctor said you fainted from high blood pressure, and a high level of stress. He told Kuroo that you need to stay for 3days so they can monitor your blood pressure. Kuroo thanked them and goes to sit beside you, accompanying you for the next three days. You told him about what happened, the whole story. He almost went berserk over it, it wasn't a funny matter but you ended up laughing over it and he joined in.

And today, 6 months later, you stand in the court as the judge knocked his gavel three times to finalized the result. Today, you're officially single again. L/n Y/n.

And the one accompanying you is Kuroo as he gives you his sneaky smirk when you turn from the stand to give him your smile, happy at the judge final decision.

Beside you, Kenma stood there without any expression on his face, his true love are cheering behind him but he set his eyes on the judge before glancing your way and you guys locked eyes, before you break it off, turning your heels and walk to where Kuroo is with his smirk and a high five ready for you.

Kenma never smiled, especially at you. But seeing you laugh and smile, he suddenly feels a warm fuzzy feeling all over his heart as if someone stabbed him deep in his chest. it's been a while since he saw you smiling and laughing like that all while high-fiving Kuroo. He felt it. no matter how he tries to think otherwise. He still felt it. Jealous. At Kuroo for being able to make you smile again.

A hand snake up to his wrist snapped him out of his trance as he turn to look at her, with her bubbly smile, while pulling him towards you. Kenma frown but didn't pull back. As they come stand in front of you and Kuroo, both of you turn a bit as Kuroo take up a front stand, shielding you a bit.

“What'cha need?” He ask in his usual way but a bit force tone. “I just want to tell Y/n that I'll make Kenma happy so she doesn't need to worry about anything.” She said with her happy smile, hand still tangling with Kenma's, while Kenma, stand there silently, but his eyes never left yours, and Kuroo noticed this, so he sling his arm around your waist and bring you closer.

“That's good, I guess. Not that she care though. She has more important thing to think about.” Kuroo said with his signature smirk, eyes didn't leave Kenma's as the blond male turn to look down.

“Now, shall we go, Miss Kuroo?” Kuroo ask as he locked eyes with you with his smile, fond and soft, making you returned it with the same amount as you nodded. “Bye now, miss I-don't-know-you-exist and unlucky mister Kenma.” He said before you guys start walking out from the court to your car, leaving Kenma's true love boiling mad and Kenma felt it again... That one feeling that he didn't felt when he told you, he want a divorce.

He felt...

Regret.

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winchesterfanatic1967 · 2 years

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Falling In Love Slowly, And Then All At Once Part 5

Pairings: Dean AU x reader

Word Count: 2,804

Warnings- A bit of angst, a bit of tears, mentions of cancer, mentions of chemotherapy, tons of fluffiness.

Eventually your lunches came and you continued to talk and laugh throughout the entire thing. Dean was such an easy person to talk to. He told you little stories about his childhood, his favorite things and you told him your favorite things, you told him little things that happened in your life and during school.

You decided to share a piece of apple pie with vanilla ice cream. “Mmmm, I love me some pie.” He mumbled and you smiled.

“Me too.”

“After this, do you want to go to my apartment? I want to get new things, but I need a woman’s opinion.”

“Okay! I love dong decor and all things like that. I’m excited.”

He nodded with a smile and you took out your wallet but he placed his hand on top of yours. “I got it.”

“No, I can’t let you pay for everything De.”

“Please, my pleasure.”

“Alright.” You sighed and put your wallet away. Dean placed some bills on the table along with a generous tip before leading you to the car, opening up the passenger door for you. “Thank you De.”

“You’re welcome sweetheart.”

He drove to his apartment and you couldn’t help but smile at his mannerisms. He lightly drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as classic rock played on the speakers. The next song that came on the radio made excitement fill your body. “I LOVE THIS SONG!” You yelled out and turned the volume up making him smile and look at you.

“I was a little too tall, could’ve used a few pounds. Tight pants points, hardly renown. She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes. And points all her own sitting way up high.” You belted out.

He looked at you in adoration. He already thought you were beautiful. You had the same taste in the same things, now you liked the same music as him? He already had a little crush, it’s turning into something more on his side already.

“Way up firm and high. Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy. Out in the backseat of my 60’ chevy. Workin’ on mysteries without any clues.”

“C’mon De! Let’s go!” You gently nudged his shoulder and he let out a laugh.

“Workin’ on our night moves.” Both of you sang together with a smile. “Trying to make some front page drive-in news. Workin’ on our night moves.”

You continued to sing the song together and the car was filled with lots of laughter. You felt like you could be yourself around Dean. He was a lot of fun to be around. He pulled into his apartment complex, and it was a really nice one. It was definitely well taken care of.

“Welcome to my home.” He said as you both walked inside. It was neat and clean for a guy. Everything was organized and there was maybe one dish in the sink. “It’s nice Dean. Everything is clean. What do you need my help with?”

“I, uh.” He played with the ends of his hair sheepishly. “I kind of wanted to hangout with you some more. I needed an excuse.”

You giggled as he became shy, and the color rose to his freckled cheeks. “Hey, don’t make fun of me.” He chuckled shyly.

“I’m not. I just keep thinking of reasons to not be attracted to you and every time I try not to, you become more perfect.”

“Eh, I’m not perfect.” He says while plopping on his couch and patting the seat next to him.

“Are you kidding me? You’re a gentleman. You’ve held open the car door for me. You paid for lunch, you don’t judge. You’re goofy. I have a lot of fun with you. You’re sweet.”

“You don’t know me yet. Most people don’t stick around long enough.”

“Well, I’m not like most people.”

He just looked up at you and could tell you were serious. “I have many faults. You’ll see.”

“I hope so.” You said seriously and he gave you a small smile, his lip curling up.

“Well what about you, huh? You have to have a flaw.”

“What do you mean? I have plenty of them.”

“I haven’t seen any yet. You’re beautiful, smart, and you have a good head on your shoulders.”

“You’ll see.”

“I hope so.” He said seriously and it made you smile and look at your lap.

“So how long are we going to keep up this, “just friends”, facade?” He smiled at you and you felt yourself blush.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged shyly. “I mean, I’ve only been here for a couple of months. I guess my answer is…friends for right now, but we flirt?” You say and he deeply chuckles.

“As long as another guy doesn’t swoop you up, I guess I can handle that.” He says with a grin and it makes you smile.

“Okay.”

“But don’t think a day won’t go by where I don’t tell you how beautiful, stunning, and cute you are.” He says.

“Dean.” You giggled out with your cheeks turning red and you gently gave him a shove.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, and Dean made you laugh more times than you could count. When it was time to go home you were devastated. But the weekend was coming up, and you were looking forward to it. Looking forward to spending more time with Dean.

After your first quote on quote date but not a date with Dean, you’ve spent a lot more time together over the course of the next two weeks. Your feelings were growing more and more every time you saw him. Every time your phone lit up with a text, you were hoping it was from him. Butterflies grew in your stomach when he appeared at Harvelle’s, and it’s been a while since that’s happened to you.

He made it no secret that he had a crush on you, and you were really starting to develop feelings for him too. He was just so sweet and charming. You were learning very quickly that he had one of the biggest hearts out of everyone you’ve met.

You were watching a movie with him while he had you lay across his lap, and his fingers were running themselves through your locks. You hummed in approval and he couldn’t help but smile as he stared down at you. You were so beautiful to him, and so sweet.

He loved getting to know you over the past couple of months. During the short time you’ve spent together he’s learned about your likes and dislikes, and he couldn’t deny the fact that he fell for you. Quickly, and it was honestly scary to him.

He had a couple of serious girlfriends in his lifetime and both of them broke his heart. Other than that he knew he had a reputation in this town but he was content with it now. All the rumors circulating around used to bother him but he let it go. He knew the truth and the closest to him did as well.

It wasn’t a lie that he’s a huge flirt, but he didn’t sleep with every girl he laid eyes on like most people claimed. He actually treated women like gold and with respect. His parents raised him right and he would never disrespect or use women and throw them away.

“De?”

“Hmm?” His train of thought was interrupted and he jumped as he realized you were looking up at him with your beautiful eyes. He felt the color rise in his cheeks. He’s been staring at you and he didn’t want you to think he was being creepy, but you seemed unfazed.

“I’m hungry, let’s order a pizza.” He chuckled.

“Let’s do it.”

The both of you were eating in silence while another movie was playing on tv.

“Tomorrow my dad finds out if the chemo is working or not.” You breathe out after a while and Dean looks at you with a hopeful face.

You haven’t really talked about your dad's sickness that much since the two of you had grown closer, and he didn’t push you to talk.

“He finished six rounds of chemotherapy, and now they want to check to see what’s going on. If it’s working, then they’re going to continue it. If not then, well I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“Well, your dad is a fighter, and I’ve known that about him for years now.”

You nodded softly while playing with your hands. “Hey..he’s going to be okay.” He says softly.

“You don’t know that.” You say while shaking your head and you could feel the tears entering your eyes. You never talked about your dad with Dean because you didn’t want to cry and break down in front of him. You wanted to show that you were strong.

Before you knew it your plate was taken out of your hands and Dean’s soft hands were cupping your cheeks, wiping away the tears that you didn’t even realize were falling. “I-I, I’m sorry.” You sniffled and quickly slid away from Dean.

“Hey hey hey. C’mere, it’s okay.” He says softly and you couldn’t meet his gaze. “I’m sorry, it’s my job to be strong and I lost control for a second.”

“I’m going to stop you right there.” He says softly while grabbing your hand. “You don’t have to be strong all the time. It’s good if you want to show strength for your mom and dad, but it’s okay to break down sometimes. I’m never going to judge you. You never have to worry about breaking down in front of me.”

You nodded and wiped your eyes. “I don’t want to cry anymore right now. Let’s see what happens after my dad's appointment tomorrow and we’ll go from there. Um..my mom and dad usually go to the appointments to see the oncologist together while I wait at home. Will…um..will you come over tomorrow and wait with me? I really don’t want to be by myself.”

“I was already planning on coming over. I will never leave you alone. I’ve got you.” He says while giving your hand a gentle squeeze and you couldn’t help but smile.

September 22nd

Your knee was bouncing up and down as you were waiting for your parents to come home. You were so nervous, and you got no sleep last night. You stood up, and began to pace around your living room. You jumped out of your skin as Dean’s arms wrapped around your middle. “Sweetheart, you're making me dizzy.” He chuckled lovingly.

“I-I,” You sigh, “I just need a distraction.”

“Oh really?” You could hear the smirk in Dean’s voice and you didn’t even have time to ask him what he was doing before you were lifted over his shoulder. You let out a squeal and giggles escaped your lips as he began to spin you around. “D-Dean! Put me down!” You say in between giggles.

“Never!” He said playfully as he spun you around faster, and your laughter was getting louder and louder.

Your laughter and squeals were making his heart swell up. It was the most adorable sound he’s ever heard. He wanted to distract you, even if it was just for a little while. You deserve to have happiness in your life and all he wanted was to see you smile.

“D-Dean! I’m going to throw up! Enough!” You squeal out and he laughs as he puts you down. You held onto his shoulders as you were getting your breath back and the room was finally beginning to stop spinning. When you locked eyes with him you couldn’t help but giggle some more. “You’re a jerk.”

He chuckled, “Ready for round two?”

“What? No no no, De,-” You were cut off as he hoisted you up into his arms for a second time, this time holding you like a baby. He began to spin you around once more, and he was smiling so hard his cheeks were hurting as your laughter filled the living room again.

The sound of your parents car pulling into the driveway interrupted the laughter, and Dean immediately placed you down. Your heart began to pound inside your chest, and light sweat coated your forehead.

Your parents walked inside, and it looked like they were both crying. Your heart dropped into your stomach until they both began to smile. “The chemo is working.” Your dad says. “The nodules on my stomach shrunk so much the doctors could barely see them on the scans. The liver ones are still there but the doctor is optimistic.”

Happy tears instantly filled your eyes, and you immediately let out a small sob of relief. You felt arms wrap themselves around you, and you cried into their chest. You knew it was Dean, you didn’t even have to look up. His hands rubbed up and down your back, and you pulled away after a minute.

You walked over to your dad and wrapped your arms snugly around him, and he did the same to you. Your dad was not an emotional person by any means, but he was letting out sobs of relief.

“I told you that it was worth it daddy.” You sob out and he cried harder.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy before in my entire life.” He choked out.

After exchanging an emotional hug with your mother, you were surprised to see Dean wrap your father up into his arms and even more shocked to see his eyes well up with tears. They cried into each other's arms and after some time they pulled away, “We have to celebrate. Let’s all go out for dinner, my treat!” Dean says.

“Oh Dean, you don’t have to do that hun,” Your mother says but Dean kindly puts his hand up. “I insist.”

“Well, okay. Thank you Dean.”

“Hey Dean, invite your folks and that little brother of yours. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him!” Your dad says and Dean nods with a smile.

“I’ll do that. Give me a minute.” He says while stepping outside.

It was quiet for a moment before your mom spoke up. “I was wrong about him honey. I’m really sorry for my doubts. He’s a good kid.”

“Hell yeah he’s a good kid. Why is he not your boyfriend yet?” Your dad asks and it makes you giggle shyly.

“Dad,-”

“We’re friends that flirt. But I’m working on it Bobby.” Dean says while reentering the house, and you felt your cheeks flush.

“Just don’t hurt her kid. That’s all I ask.”

“I don’t plan on it sir. Despite my reputation in this town I treat women like gold.”

“I’m not going to lie to you Dean, I was worried about you and Y/n getting so close. I’m ashamed to say I believed all the rumors but I can see differently.”

“Hey, all is okay. I don’t plan to ever hurt your daughter. I really like her, and we’re taking things slow.”

Your heart swelled inside of your chest as you heard Dean say those words. You flirted shamelessly back and forth but you didn’t know he liked you the same way you like him.

“Well, what did your parents say Dean?”

“They said yes. So did Sammy. We’re all going to meet up by six, is that alright?”

“6 is perfect.”

You all sat around the table at your dad's favorite restaurant. John and Mary, Sam and his girlfriend Jessica, your parents, and Dean.

Jessica is a very sweet girl, and you found out that you had a lot in common. Maybe you found another friend besides Dean in this town. Not that you didn’t love Dean, but sometimes all a girl needed was another female to talk to for advice and it’s honestly been difficult not to have that.

“Here’s to my best friend Bobby being a fighter, and kicking cancer's ass!” John says with his glass raised, and all of you clink your glasses together.

“Since we’re all here, me and Jess have something to tell you all.” Sam says with a smile playing on his lips as he looks at Jess. “You want to tell them?”

“They’re your family.” She says shyly with a smile.

Everyone was confused, but then Jess lifted her left hand and showed off her beautiful engagement ring to everyone at the table. Mary squealed in excitement and Dean and John stood up to hug Sam.

After everyone shared hugs and congratulations, it was time to go home. “Hey sweetheart, do you want to spend the night and have a sleepover? Just to watch movies and things like that, I promise.” He reassured you and you smiled.

“I would love to.”

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ragnarssons · 1 year

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Hi! Is it okay if I sent a small rant here?

Most are saying that Joel damned the world by saving Ellie. The world was already damned and killing a innocent little girl wouldn't have made it better. The doctors were incompetent. They were going to kill the only known immune person. They didn't even do any tests. This is enough to prove that even if he left Ellie, there was never going to be a cure because the doctors were idiots.

Did you know that Joel is living his best life at Jackson? Ellie and Dina are married and are rasing JJ together. They also gave Joel a "world's best grandpa" Mug. Joel started teaching guitar lessons it has been a few days let's see how that goes.

It's okay, it's okay, you can come and rant and vent here! People saying Joel damned the world are TLOU2 fanatics who believe the worship-style narrative Abby forced upon the players/audience, because that damn woman can't see no fault in her father. Not even her father murdering a 14yo without her consent. It's funny how we say "well saving the world shouldn't be on Ellie's shoulders"... well technically, "damning" the world shouldn't be on Joel's either. First of all, literally, the world has been ended and doomed for 20 years, while Joel was a poor-ass single dad/contractor not eating his flour. He didn't doom the world, as you say so yourself, at the moment of the game, the world is already doomed, has been for a while, and has revealed a lot of uncomfortable truths about human kind. And yknow, if we gotta delve into questions like this, we still can raise with: How are the doctors any good if they're so willing to kill a child without her explicit consent? And if they get her consent, is it "good consent" if Ellie accepts out of trauma and survivor's guilt? Can they still do it? Where is their duty of care? And then let's say they go with the procedure, everything apple-pie they get their cure. Then what? They use it to beat FEDRA? And how many people would die in the process? What would even be the point of beating FEDRA when it's about "sAvInG HumAnItY"? Or they just distribute it freely like that, happy happy everyone is happy? P l e a s e. The way the world is portrayed in the game and the show, you can't believe that's how it's gonna happen. It's stated multiple times on the show, how FEDRA and The Fireflies are these huge, determined, strong entities going at each other's throat, so much so that oftentimes, human casualties ensue, and it doesn't stop them. Like can we take a minute and weight in on how many people The Fireflies might have killed in approx. 20 years? (I'm sorry anon, literally battling TUMBLR to post this maybe it's too long so I gotta cut this-)

#answered #anonymous #tlou spoilers

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bluecoolr · 1 year

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For Life Or Until Fault

Alt Timeline 2.0 - Darrell x Odile Part 3

Warnings: MINORS DNI! Main characters are slasher ocs!

Darrell is mine ♡

Odile belongs to @solmints-messyocdiary

In protest, Darrell went ahead and took the day off. He had confronted Ilya about what the boy had revealed the day before. His response?

"What happened to our former employees is of no concern to you. Do what we ask, if you want the checks to keep coming."

Darrell had slammed the guardhouse door closed. He came home and decided a bath might help. The manor house's dilapidated bathroom was Georgian, with its indulgent spaciousness and crescent four-footed tub. It reminded him of the sanatorium baths, of Sister Agatha combing his wet hair, snipping off the ends to keep it manageable.

Darrell had insisted on cold baths - even in winter, which baffled Sister Agatha. Presently, he lay down in the bath, submerged to his ears, a face floating on the surface as he stared at the crumbling plaster ceiling rose.

Cold water for blood, he thought in a voice that wasn't his own. He sat up, weary of such unsettling pieces that seemed to swim up from his forgotten past.

He got out of the tub and drained the soapy water. He tracked wet footprints on the wooden floorboards and slipped silently into his clothes. He loaded a cassette into his Walkman - Led Zeppelin - and decided to go for a walk.

He could hear Ilya scream at him when he passed through the gate. "Where do you think you're going?! Get back here!"

Darrell kept walking. A kilometer. Then another, and he found himself in town. The afternoon bell chimed in the church steeple, overpowering the tinny mechanical clock that jutted up from the courthouse roof. Darrell shielded his eyes as he walked past the church. A gaggle of school girls in pleated skirts shuffled by, their glances lingering on him.

They followed him around, which made him uncomfortable. After a quick round of shopping. He sat down at a cafe's outdoor table, taking his time with a warm slab pie. He pretended not to notice the girls, keeping his eyes on the golden apple cuts wedged between the pastry.

Just before their ringleader went up to take the vacant seat across from him, he felt tiny hands on his shoulder and a low "Boo!"

The boy from the graveyard laughed and sat down. "Thought I recognized you," he said, swinging his feet.

Darrell smiled, thankful for the intervention and the company. "Shouldn't you be in school?"

"I don't go. Grandpa's pension isn't enough to pay." The boy was pressing random buttons on Darrell's Walkman.

"So, what do you do?"

"I work."

Darrell was suddenly hit by a wave of sorrow. The boy's fingernails were caked in dirt. There was a dark ring of swear on his t-shirt collar. "What kind of work?"

"There's this rich lady in the best part of town. I get paid a little to help out in her garden."

Darrell figured, what with the muddy carrots he had plopped on the table. Probably came from the same garden he worked on, and the worst out of the pick. "You want something to eat?" he asked.

He bought the kid hot food and a cold drink. He was halfway done with the frothy pink milkshake when they heard a grizzled old man's voice. "Sacha!"

Apparently, Sacha had been due for home for about an hour. How, in God's name, did he expect to make the chicken-carrot soup without the carrots?

The chicken-carrot soup turned out to be mostly carrot, Darrell discovered. A single cube of chicken bouillon provided the idea of chicken.

Grandpa had invited Darrell for supper once Sacha introduced. "He saw the samodiva, Papa," Sacha had whispered.

"Be careful, boy," the old man said between spoonfuls of soup. "Samodivas are hostile. You're in grave danger."

"Why's that, sir?"

Grandpa nearly choked on the broth. "Why, samodivas are vile enchantresses! Men who lay eyes on a samodiva fall instantly and madly in love."

A memory. Strange. Distant. Like a dream. The most beautiful face he had ever seen. Cool cheeks. Golden hair.

"Sometimes," continued Grandpa, "a samodiva would seduce a man, take him for her lover. She would pull from him his life's energy. He would become obsessed - a slave to her every whim. With that same energy, the samodiva would milk him dry until he died of exhaustion."

Sacha listened attentively, completely aware that he was hearing something he wasn't supposed to.

"You're virile. They'll definitely covet you."

Darrell's face was a deep shade of red. A sharp jingling startled him. Sacha had produced the string of sleigh-bells he had bought earlier. "What's this?" asked the child, "Are you decorating for Christmas already?"

The two men ignored the question. Grandpa leaned in and sternly told him, "Stay away from the woods. Don't go looking for her."

Grandpa dutifully offered to give him a lift back to the cemetery. Apparently, he did minimal delivery work. "Vegetables and such. Never 10 kilometers from town."

"You're sure it's no trouble?" asked Darrell, feeling very embarrassed.

"Of course! Besides, I want to see if my daughter's grave is still intact."

Sacha fell asleep during the drive, lulled by U2's "With or Without You" playing on Darrell's Walkman. Grandpa looked at him fondly as he slept leaning against Darrell's chest.

"We lost his mother when he was very young," Grandpa explained, "His father ran off when he was younger."

Darrell held Sacha closer, rubbing the pad of his thumb over and over his shoulder.

They parked on the shoulder of the road a couple of feet from the cemetery gate.

"I can't leave him in the truck. I'll have to wake him up."

Darrell told him no. "It's fine." He carried Sacha in his arms. "I'll walk you to her grave."

There was a wet, appreciative glimmer in the old man's eyes. He paused and finally nodded at the gesture. "Alright."

Darrell left Sacha - coat pocket stuffed with lei - with Grandpa and returned to the manor house.

Isabelle was frantic by the time he walked through the door. He bent down to pet her and produced the cord of bells. He shook them and Isabelle's ears pricked up.

Pleased, Darrell said, "Atta girl. Now, let's see if I can train you to track the sound."

Darrell befriended the gravedigger soon after, and asked him to tie a string of sleigh-bells around the waist of new corpses up for burial.

A/N: leu (pl. lei) -> Moldovan currency

#darrell todd #slasher oc #oc: odile #odile #friends oc #alt timeline 2.0 #odile x darrell #darrell x odile #bluecoolr.txt #oc writing #for life or until fault

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Name: Ares Melaina Age: 39 Town Occupation: Raider Previous Occupation: N/A Redwood Resident Length: Newly arrived Faceclaim: Zac Efron

Bullet Points:

Ares lives in a rundown house near the outskirts of town.

His older brother was the only one who visited him in prison. After the outbreak, Ares made no attempt to contact his family, fearing that he’d find them dead.

He had a girlfriend in high school. He was half planning on marrying her before falling in with the bad crowd.

He used to go to Sunday school and was a devout Christian. He stopped believing in God in high school.

While he is trying to repent, there are still hints of the old him inside of him, ready to come out in the worst circumstances.

He becomes/became a raider for several reasons. He feels restless when staying in one place, but he is good at it, and part of him believes he should take the riskiest job.

Biography:

Look, everyone has regrets, right?

Ares wishes he could tell you where everything went wrong. But his upbringing was normal. His parents were loving, high school sweethearts, living the nuclear family, apple-pie life. Three children (with Ares being the youngest), a nice house, financially well-off, mother a housewife - what could someone want more?

He had been a good kid. Not the smartest, but good at sports, to the point that he probably could have had a career in it - if he had continued. Ares has no idea how it happened, how he slipped. He knows it’s no one’s fault but his own, even when his parents blamed themselves. But at some point in high school, he sought out a bad crowd. The ones hanging out behind the school. At first, it was nothing. Some petty theft here, a break-in there. Making quick cash, money that he didn’t need, but that gave him a thrill when he counted it late at night on his bed. Then it got to drugs.

Small stuff, nothing even a cop would bat an eye at. Then it got worse. He dropped out of high school, spending time with his new friends. His parents kicked him out after they found his personal stash, but at that point, that felt okay too. He didn’t need his family. His family could never understand him.

Ares got into it, deeper, further, selling more and more. Until he got caught. And where he lived, they didn’t take things lightly. It was a clean case. As Ares refused to give up any information in exchange for a lighter sentence, the judge didn’t hesitate. At age 25, Ares got a 20-year sentence.

Ares doesn’t enjoy talking about his time in prison. It was a time of violence, with Ares quickly getting in on it, feeling that he needed to prove himself if he wanted to survive. He survived, getting taken in by one of the gangs, and working his way up. And then things got worse. With the outbreak, prisons seemed to be of the least concern to anyone. Conditions got worse and worse, guards less and less, until there wasn’t even a chance of keeping order. It started small but escalated - at the end of the riot, the guards were dead, prisoners were dead, with Ares’ gang barely intact.

Ares stumbled into a world of chaos, barely surviving on his own. Until he found a group of raiders. Desperate for a place to belong, he joined them. This time is the time he is the least proud of. The things he doesn’t want to talk about. He tried to keep some semblance of morality, showing mercy where he could. It was one thing to beat up a guy who was in for shanking someone. It was another to do that to a couple who was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. That does not change the fact that he did kill. Not everyone could have, but there is blood on his hands, and that is something he can’t change.

In the end, the violence tore his new group apart. Another meaner, more ruthless group of survivors, a violent battle that hardly left any of them alive. Ares escaped - barely. Wounded, he escaped into the wild, stumbling in the dark until he collapsed. At that moment, he believed he would die. And part of him knew that he was at fault and that he deserved it. How many had he killed? How many had he left for dead? Robbed people of everything they had because he was told or because he thought he needed to to survive?

He stayed there for hours, waiting for his death. When morning came, he was still alive. Ares didn’t believe in god, in fate, but he took it as a sign - that he was meant to live, to survive this, for some reason. After that, he swore he would turn his life around. Be a better person. Even if his past was the past, he would try his best to make up for it in some way.

And that was what he did. He killed walkers, he saved others, and shared his food and supplies with those who needed them. At some point, he stumbled across Redwood. Part of him feels like he doesn’t deserve a new beginning, but part of him wanted it, so he made an attempt to join the sanctuary.

Ares knows there are many things he needs to repent for. He knows his past is out there, ready to haunt him. Maybe closer than he thinks.

#redwood.characters

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atopearth · 2 years

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Ikemen Vampire Part 12 - Sebastian Route

I'm excited for Sebastian!! He's the only human and he's from the same era and country as the heroine, so I think it would be nice to see how they bond. Kinda cliche to have the accidental kiss when falling to make them notice each other as it being possible for them to have something beyond friends but I guess we'll see what happens~ Lol it's kinda crazy how self-conscious the heroine is now. It was nice of Sebastian to properly acknowledge it to have happened by apologising even though it wasn't his fault. Hahaha it was obvious Sebastian wasn't his real name but it's really cute how dedicated he is to making the guys comfortable whilst observing them haha. Lmao at Sebastian asking the heroine to spy on them as well🤣 Awwww!! I love how happily they shared their observation reports at the end of the day, it was so cutee!! Jean calling macarons mararons and Mozart having a soft spot for Jean was so sweet to see hahaha, if only Sebastian got to see it in real life haha.

The heroine observing Sebastian and writing it down in the journal as well is so cute!! I honestly think it's adorable to watch Sebastian get all giddy over the guys too so I agree with her🥲 It was obvious that Sebastian was gravely sick, but to think that it's a terminal illness... It was also sad to know that he feels that he has no place back in his world because his existence made his cousin unhappy. His uncle wanted him to be the successor of his business because he's a man, but his cousin had been working so hard since she was young to be the successor and there was probably no doubt she would be until Akihiko/Sebastian appeared in their life. It's depressing to know that Akihiko lost his family, found a new one with his uncle but then lost it again because he felt like he had no place in their life and only interfered with it, and then now he's dying? He's never gotten to even properly live truthfully to himself! I don't know what's right or wrong, but I'm sure Sebastian loves them and that's why he left so they could be happy, so knowing that he's going to die here alone pains me, especially since he's not planning on telling anyone and just wants to disappear when it's his time to go. I'm glad the heroine went around hoping to find more medicine for Sebastian, but Faust is right, Sebastian doesn't have a strong desire to live, and that's probably making him feel worse. On another note, I find it so adorable how all the guys are staying at the mansion more so they can visit Sebastian, it's so cute!! Especially when Isaac gave him an apple pie hahaha. It's so nice that even when Sebastian is sick, he can still continue his journal.

I find it really saddening to hear from Sebastian that he finds there is nothing of worth in this world to warrant him living an eternity for it. It's tough for both Sebastian and the heroine.I feel bad for Napoleon that he ended up hurting Sebastian but I'm also glad for it because it helped the heroine express her feelings, and it made Sebastian understand how much she wanted him to not give up on life and look forward to the future and feel like he can live alongside her if not for anything else. What I find the most saddening about this situation is that Sebastian finally wanted to live a normal life facing his illness, but Faust is basically turning him into a vampire to "heal" him. If it was going to be like this, I wish Sebastian took up le Comte's offer instead and became a vampire of his own will. Lmao at Isaac and Dazai watching Sebastian and the heroine clean up together and feed each other food lol. It's really so heartbreaking to see Sebastian want to live but now be so scared of stuff like the medicine not working or that he'll suddenly die when he actually has hopes for the future now. I don't want him to suffer so much when he deserves the best now😭😭 I can't believe even rouge wasn't enough to satiate Sebastian's thirst, this is more terrible than I thought, especially since he ended up biting the heroine and I'm sure he'll blame himself😭 It was so sad seeing both him and the heroine try to protect each other and sacrifice themselves for the other, so I'm glad that Faust actually had a way to heal Sebastian's illness and make him "human" again. I think the romantic ending was pretty sweet. I loved seeing Sebastian teach the residents how to cook in preparation of the day that he and the heroine may leave to go back to their time so Akihiko can face his family again without running away.

Overall, Sebastian's route was pretty nice but the way they solved everything was pretty lacklustre haha. I enjoyed how the heroine became as excited as him in terms of writing observations into the journal and then eventually noticing that she was in love with Sebastian when a lot of her observations were about him. It was also really sweet to see how everyone in the mansion cared so much about Sebastian, it was actually really touching because it really showed how much care and effort Sebastian put into caring for all of them, and they all appreciated it. I also enjoyed seeing the heroine try her best to get Sebastian have the will to live again, and she didn't do anything dramatic, but just the sincerity of her actions and her thoughts made him think that maybe he shouldn't give up so easily, and I love how we got to see Sebastian have to deal with the idea that now he wanted to live, but will his illness let him? The whole thing was solved very simply though so it made me feel like I worried for nothing, and I kinda hoped they would deal with that aspect better but it was okay I guess, I still liked it haha.

#Ikemen Vampire

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character name: Maddox McClain age & birthday: 37, July 4, 1984 gender & pronouns: Cis woman - she/her place of birth & time in Fallbrook: Born and raised in Fallbrook district: Rosewood Hills occupation: Chef/Baker at Busy Bee Bed and Breakfast faceclaim: Lyndsy Fonseca secret: She tells people her and her husband didn’t want kids but the truth is she hasn’t been able to get pregnant and thinks it’s her fault.

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY TWs: fertility issues, infidelity

PAST

Maddox is the only child to Kimberly McClain who met her father Wesley in the small town of Fallbrook while she was visiting her sister’s family.

From the moment, Maddox started school, she excelled at it. There was nothing she loved more than going to school, making friends, learning new things and even helping out the kids around her.

Her mother who loved to bake always brought a chair up next to her for Maddox to stand on and bake along side of her.

Her passion for baking, school and helping out others went a long way and certainly had its ups and downs.

There were people in Maddox’s life that took advantage of her kind heart and always ended up trying to find ways to knock her down but instead of letting them win, the girl always put a smile on her face and moved on.

Through the years, there were plenty of high school boys who wanted to date her but she always made a promise to herself that she would put school before relationships and love.

It was until she met Seth Reynolds who came crashing into her life like a wrecking ball, taking her down and everything she had forced herself to believe.

He was funny, intelligent, extremely attractive and Maddox was smitten. It was easy to fall in love with Seth Reynolds, a man who cared for his sisters and who she felt like had heart eyes for her as well.

Being sixteen and in love, Maddox had been convinced the two of them were going to last forever.

When Seth graduated from high school, the male took off to New York City and the girl he left behind was willing to do the long distance thing but as time went on, Maddox noticed he was becoming more and more distant.

It was when she decided to buy a plane ticket to New York to surprise him with a visit. When she got out of the taxi in front of his apartment complex, she noticed him walking out of the complex with another woman and suddenly it made sense on why he had been pulling away from her.

Instead of confronting him, she had the taxi take her to a hotel where she cried for the night and bought another ticket home.

Maddox graduated from high school and went straight into culinary school.

PRESENT

Through the years, Maddox found it hard to get close to someone again because a part of her only hoped Seth would somehow find his way back to her like the cheesy romantic movies.

It was until she met Jacob five years ago, a hot-shot lawyer who went out of his way to win her over and that he did.

Although, the last five years had been no walk in the park. After they got married, Maddox was ready for the family life but somehow no matter how hard they tried they weren’t able to conceive and she has yet to be able to convince Jacob to come see a doctor with her. It’s making her wonder if he even wants to have kids with her.

Wanted plots & Headcanons

Is Seth Reynolds’ high school girlfriend.

Can make a mean apple pie.

Her husband is a lawyer.

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miscelunaaa · 2 years

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spin cycle 15 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: drabble series, slow burn, idiots to lovers, fluff, lil bit of angst, eventual smut

summary: This random guy has started doing laundry at your favorite laundromat each week (at the same time as you, no less!) and to be honest, it’s going to be a problem. You’re just not sure how yet.

rating: 18+ for eventual smut

word count: less than 500

warnings: Pre-event/holiday jitters. Academic Hell Week jitters. Jokes about Roomie’s sex life. A joke about Black Friday shopping if you squint. Honestly some of my favorite jokes in the entire series so far.

notes: Hello! I’m back! Thank you for your patience! We are homing in on the end. The next several drabbles are all going to be taking place on the same day, so keep that in mind for future postings. Note also that I think I may be able to have this wrapped up in about 25 parts so!! That’s exciting! Let’s see if it happens!

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Regardless of if the university is off for Thanksgiving, you’ve been mired in prep for hell week. Final exams are easy. The several papers you have due before exam week are not. You may have been dragged away earlier in the week for a grocery run, sure, but the rest of prep was left to Roomie and her machine-like efficiency. You’re just there for silent emotional support, typing away at the kitchen table as she salts the chicken, preps and chops vegetables, and putters around, cleaning and tidying when she isn’t at work.

When Thursday finally comes, you wake up early to get coffee started and then do your handful of assigned tasks. You double check Roomie’s food prep list for her, as she’s asked. You scrub the toilet and make sure that the bathroom counters are in order. Finally, you dust everything, and by the time you’re finished, the coffee is done brewing. You check the time, and decide to go wake her up before she gets cranky about not waking up early enough.

The morning passes calmly enough. Roomie makes the pie in silence, humming idly to herself as she chops apples and rolls crust out. Your only job at this point is to “be available” which basically means that you keep filling her coffee mug until it’s time to move to wine.

Noon comes, and her stress level moves still higher as Namjoon’s arrival time draws near. You’re in the bathroom when you decide to try to more actively moderate her stress level.

“Do you know anything about his roommate?”

“No. He’s shy, but that’s all Joon’s really told me.”

“Probably don’t do much talking, right?” You tease as she stands in the bathroom, putting her mascara on.

“It’s not like that,” she pouts. “We talk. About stuff. Sometimes.”

“Being called baby girl while he jizzes on your stomach isn’t really talking.”

“Oh my god. If you’re like this when he’s here, I am going to crazy murder you.”

“Look, it’s not my fault I was subjected to this. I tried to block the noise, but the two of you are obscene,” you smirk. Frankly, you were glad one of you was getting laid. There’s only so much tension vibrators can eliminate.

She throws you a look. “After he had to dip Thursday, he wanted to make it up to me.”

“Yeah, but like four times?”

“I doubt he’d want to apologize for art though I’m sorry you had to hear it. I guess I know what to get you for Christmas though.”

“Sound proofing in your room?”

“Sound proofing in my room, yes—wait, it’d be way easier to just get you better headphones. Maybe there’s some wild sale on industrial hearing protection somewhere.”

“Yeah, maybe that’d block out all the jackhammering.”

“I’m glad you’re getting this all out of your system now,” she rolls her eyes.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door.

“Fuck, already?”

“I’ll get them,” you say.

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posted: 4.11.2022

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torturedpoetemotions · 3 years

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Ok hear me out: An AU of Supernatural where Sam and Dean, raised by John to seek out monsters and kill them, grow up questioning--separately and for different reasons--whether what they do is right.

Because werewolves and vampires are just people who had something bad happen to them. It isn’t their fault. Ghouls never bother the living. Shifters, kitsunes, and rugarus are just born what they are. And for most of them, there might be a way to help them not be a danger to themselves or others that isn’t a bullet through the head. But you can bet it doesn’t make a difference to John Winchester, or occur to him to look for one.

It grows in each of them, that doubt, unspoken and unshared even with each other. Maybe it starts differently for each of them, too. For Sam, maybe it’s meeting Amy. For Dean, it’s seeing the dark look in his dad’s eyes when he watches Sam. But the key is, it keeps them both up at night, how often the “monsters” they hunt are just people who are different.

It doesn’t hurt that they’re both different themselves, each in their own way, and desperately hiding it. There's no doubt in their minds what John would do if he knew.

Then Sam grows up and leaves. John goes missing. Dean finds Sam again. John dies. Suddenly they're in a world without their father at the center, and they ask (or maybe are forced to ask) the question: do the people we hunt really deserve this? Could there be another way?

They ask it with the shifter in St. Louis. They ask it the first time they encounter the demon in Meg Masters, and maybe Meg (the girl) gets a happier ending for it.

They ask it every time they run into someone their dad would have shot on sight.

Their biggest enemies quickly become other hunters, a very few excepted.

Their allies, meanwhile, become shifters and witches and any "monster" they encounter who's willing to stop and listen for a second. They adopt a policy of forgiveness and rehabilitation that would set their dad’s teeth on edge: any monster they encounter, all they have to do is be willing to stop. Stop killing, stop hurting people. Stop drinking human blood. Get some industrial-strength chains and a room with no windows for the full moon.

Madison gets to live her life. So does Gordon Walker, once they convince him he doesn’t have to be a monster just because he’s a vampire (admittedly, that one takes some doing).

And to back up a bit, when Sammy starts having visions they go to witches and seers for help. When Dean makes that stupid deal, Gabriel is already on their speed-dial.

When Castiel falls, he doesn’t do it for a righteous man. He does it for a man who’s held a vampire’s hair back while she vomited after the first time she tried drinking cow’s blood. He does it for a man who’s stood between hunters, people his dad knew and worked with, and a family of ghouls who weren’t hurting anybody living.

He does it for a man who came at him with upraised palms the first time they met, his voice gentle even though his eyes were scared, offering him a chance to explain why he burned out a woman’s eyes and made his ears bleed when he tried to talk.

A lot of hunters say the Winchesters are worse than anything else they’ve hunted, and if you asked Dean about that he’d grin from ear to ear, all teeth and very little mirth.

If being a hunter means killing people who just need some help, he’d tell you, he’ll be a monster instead, and proud of it.

They still do help humans directly sometimes, if they need it. But when they look at the apple pie life their father loved and protected, they don't see home. They’ve never had a home there. And so much ugliness lives behind floral curtains and green lawns and big neighborly smiles. Max Miller lived in a house like that, after all, and endured things no so-called monster they’ve ever encountered would ever do to a child.

They couldn't give a fuck about protecting that facade. It’s not real. They protect the people, the families--monsters included--who actually need it. Because that’s what’s real.

#supernatural #spn au #lizawords

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stephstars08 · 2 years

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Back To You

Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: Language

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Characters: Reader, Joe, Autumn (OC), Tate (OC), Joe’s mom, and Reader’s dad

Author’s Note: IT’S JOEY’S BIRTHDAY!!! Sorry but this isn’t a birthday special chapter since I’ve originally wrote this during the summer. But anyways I hope Joey has an amazing birthday and I wish him all the luck for Sunday! I also believe you all will like the ending to this chapter better than the last chapter!

Word Count: 2,903

Chapter 5

It was now only one day till Y/N and Tate’s wedding and that’s all Joe could think about. He also can’t stop thinking about last night. He knew he couldn’t go to the wedding because it would’ve been way too hard for him but maybe he didn’t have to walk out of her life. Yeah, it’s going to be hard seeing her spend her life with Tate, but she is moving to South Carolina. It’s bad enough she won’t be living in the same city or state as him but was it even more bad walking out of her life for good. Joe was sitting in his living room going over his playbook. He was hoping going over the team’s plays would get his mind off from Y/N, but it wasn’t working as well as he hoped it would’ve. When he heard a knock on his front door, he closed his book, sat it onto the coffee table, and stood up. He walked over to his front door and opened it to see his mom standing there holding a wrapped-up pie. “Hey Mom, what are you doing here?” Joe asked her in a curious tone. He tried to give a small smile, but he just couldn’t. “I had enough apples to make two pies, so I decided to make my baby one and bring it over to him.” Mrs. Burrow told him as she handed him the pie with a soft smile. “Thanks Mom. You can come in.” Joe said as he took the pie and made his way towards his kitchen. Mrs. Burrow walked inside and closed the door behind her. “Not a problem baby.” She told him as she followed him into the kitchen. “So, I heard that you won’t be making it to the wedding tomorrow.” She mentioned as Joe put the pie into his fridge. “Word get’s around fast.” Joe said with a sigh as he closed the fridge and look over at his mom. He wondered how she heard but he also didn’t care either. Y/N probably told Autumn and Autumn must’ve told his mom. “I’m sorry Joe, I should’ve let you tell Y/N how you felt when you came back home.” Mrs. Burrow said to him with sadness. “Mom don’t okay you don’t have to apologize it’s no one’s fault but my own.” He reassured her with a sigh. He doesn’t understand why everyone keeps apologizing to him. He’s the one that made the stupid ass choice of breaking up with Y/N. “To be honest I was hoping by now I wouldn’t still have those feelings for Y/N.” Joe added as he stared down at his feet. When his mom took one of his hands, he looked back up at her. “Those feelings for her won’t ever go away because she’s the love of your life.” She told him. “No matter what girl comes around, your feelings for Y/N won’t ever go away.” She added as he stared at her with tears forming in his eyes. He knew his mom was completely right. While Joe was at LSU for his final year, he did go on a couple of dates with other girls, but he never went on a second date because the girl wasn’t Y/N. “I’m really going to miss her.” Joe said as tears started to make their way down his cheeks. “I know baby. I’m going to miss her too. She’s like a daughter to me.” Mrs. Burrow said as her eyes started to water up. She used her other hand to wipe away some of her son’s tears. “Do you want your father and I to come and spend the day with tomorrow instead of going to the wedding?” She asked him in a curious tone, but he shook his head no. “No, I don’t want you guys to skip the wedding too.” Joe told her as he let go of his mom’s hand. He grabbed an envelope off his fridge. He’s had this letter on his fridge ever since he moved into his house. He wrote the letter after he went back to LSU to start his final season. He’s surprised that he still has it. He would’ve thought he would’ve thrown it away by now, but I guess he just never had the courage to. “Can you give this letter to Y/N. I meant to give it to her last night, but I just didn’t have the guts to.” He asked in a curious tone as he offered it to her. Mrs. Burrow gave him a sad smile and took the letter. “Of course, baby.” She said and gave her son a big hug. Joe just cried as he returned the hug.

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The wedding day was finally upon everyone. Y/N was in her dressing room getting ready. Autumn was doing some finale touches on Y/N’s make up. Y/N had her hair up into a beautiful bun and was wearing the most beautiful wedding dress that had long see-through sleeves that were made of lace. The finishing touch was her vale that was tied into her bun. The vale was also made of lace. “Okay you’re already.” Autumn said with excitement as she put down the eye shadow pallet. “Go look into the mirror.” She added as she helped Y/N up. Y/N walked over to mirror and stared at her reflection. “You look so beautiful Y/N.” Autumn told her in awe. “Thanks” Y/N said in a soft tone as she looked down at her engagement ring. All she kept thinking about was if this is what she really wanted to do. If she goes out there that means she will never see Joe again. But she then thought that Joe still would probably keep his distance from her. Joe always told her he never wanted to hold her back so why would he hold her back from getting married to Tate. But then again does she love Tate. Lately she’s looking at her and Tate’s relationship and it isn’t how it was when they first got together. “Are you okay?” Autumn asked her in a concern tone. Autumn has been worried about her best friend ever since they went out with the rest of the bridesmaids. “Yeah, I have some last minuet jitters.” She reassured her as she turned around to face Autumn who was looking at her with worry in her eyes. “Are you sure? You’ve been really quiet since the night we went out with the girls.” Autumn said still very concerned. Before Y/N could reassure her again there was a knock on the door. When the girls looked over, they saw it Joe’s Mom. “Wow Y/N you look beautiful.” Mrs. Burrow told her in awe as she walked up to her with a smile. “Thank you, Mrs. Burrow.” Y/N said trying to smile but she just couldn’t. Ever since Y/N met Joe’s parents they always told her to call them by their first names and she did when her and Joe were dating but when they broke up, she went back to last name even though they have reassured her that she didn’t have to. “How are you feeling?” Mrs. Burrow asked her. “A little nervous I guess.” She answered with a small shrug. That’s what she thinks the feeling is. “I’m sorry Joe couldn’t be here.” Mrs. Burrow said with a frown. “It’s okay I totally understand I mean I know he’s going through a lot right now.” Y/N said as she looked down at the floor. It was killing her that she was the one putting Joe through all this hell. “He wanted me to give you this letter.” Mrs. Burrow told her making her look back up at her. Y/N took the letter and just stared at it. “Good luck Y/N.” Mrs. Burrow said in a kind tone and walked out of the dressing room. Y/N took a deep breath and opened the letter. As she read the letter that Joe wrote for her, her eyes started to water up. “Oh my gosh.” Y/N said in a shocked tone after she finished reading the letter. “What is it?” Autumn asked her in a curious tone. “Joe wrote this letter to me saying he was stupid for breaking up with me. He said that he was sorry for breaking my heart and wish he could make things right again.” She summarized the letter as she sat down and just stared down at the letter with teary eyes. “Why didn’t he send this to me? What changed his mind?” Y/N said as she wiped away her tears so they wouldn’t ruin her make up. “Does it say when he wrote it?” Autumn asked her. When Y/N found the date, her heart just dropped. “He wrote it the day Tate purposed to me.” Y/N said standing up and showing it to her. “Oh my gosh.” Autumn said in a surprised tone as she looked at the letter with wide eyes. “Why didn’t he send this to me?” Y/N said in a quiet tone as she just stared at the date on the letter. If he sent this letter, she knows for a fact she would be with Joe at this very moment. There was nothing Joe couldn’t do that would make Y/N not want to be with him. Yes, at first, she was broken that Joe let her go but after a few months she realized he didn’t do it because he didn’t love her. He did it because he didn’t want to make her pass up a huge opportunity for him. And she knows if it was the other way around, she would do the same thing. There were so many thoughts running through her head.

When Joe woke up, he felt nothing but pain in his heart. Today was the day. Today was going to be the hardest day of his whole life. Today he was going to be losing Y/N forever. After he finally decided to get out of bed he got changed into a fresh pair of clothes. Before he walked out of his bedroom, he saw a picture of him and Y/N from their senior year of high school having a picnic on the hill they use to go to either just together or with Autumn and Mitchell. Joe grabbed a pair of his tennis shoes and quickly put them on. He made his way downstairs to his kitchen and grabbed his keys. He walked out of his house, locked it up, and got into his truck that was parked in the driveway. He stated it up, backed up and started his long drive. Has Joe drove many flashbacks made their way through his mind. After a two-hour drive Joe finally met his destination. He parked his truck on a side road and turned it off. Joe got out of his truck made sure it was locked and made his way onto the grassy area. He took a deep breath and made his way up the grassy hill. When he made his way to the top, he felt his heart racing. He looked around just thinking back to all the amazing times he had here with the love of his life. Joe took a seat down under the big tree and thought back to a specific memory. That will always have a special place in his heart.

*Flashback to Senior Year of High School*

Joe was laying down on a blanket with Y/N laying right next to him with her head resting on his chest. They were watching the beautiful sun set over the horizon. “I love watching the sun go down.” Y/N said as she watched the sun slowly go down in awe. “It’s one of my favorite things to do with you.” She added as she looked at him. “Y/N I have something I want to give you.” Joe told her as he looked into her eyes that just shined with the light of the sunset. “What is it?” She asked in a curious tone as she sat up. He sat up too and took one of her hands in his and gave it a light squeeze. “Y/N I love you so much that I can’t imagine my life without you in it.” He told her as he stared deep into her eyes. “I love you too Joey. You mean the world to me.” She told him as she intertwined her fingers with his. “I know we’re only eighteen, but I really want to give this to you.” Joe told her reaching into his pocket and took out a small box. Joe let go her hand and opened the box to reveal a beautiful promise ring that had a diamond that matched the color of her eyes. Every time, he looks into her eyes he just falls more and more in love with her so he knew he had to pick a diamond that matched her memorizing eyes. Y/N stared at the promise ring with nothing but awe. “Me giving you this ring promises you that I will love you forever and that I promise you that no matter what I will always be with you.” Joe told her as he took the ring out. “And by me wearing this ring I promise to do the same.” She told him with a big smile as she gave him her hand. Joe smiled as he slipped the promise ring onto her finger. Once the ring was on her finger she leaned over and gave him a passionate kiss on the lips.

*Flashback Over*

Y/N was standing at the beginning of the isle watched Autumn and Mitchell walk down the isle and up to the alter where everyone else was standing waiting for her. She looked down at her engagement ring as so many thoughts were running through her head. “Are you ready kid?” She heard her dad ask her. “Yes” She answered looking up and put her hand around her father’s arm. Y/N let her dad guide her down the aisle. She looked over at Joe’s parents and her heart felt empty when she noticed the empty chair next to Joe’s Dad. Once she made it to the alter, she let go over her dad. He gave her a light kiss on the cheek and walked over to his seat in the front row. Y/N turned around and stood in front of Tate who was giving her the biggest smile. She wasn’t even listening when the officiant started talking. All she kept thinking was that this isn’t where she should be. She knew this isn’t her destiny. She looked back over at the empty chair next to Joe’s father again. “Ms. Y/L/N” She heard her name being called by the officiant. “Yes” she said looking over at him breaking out of her many thoughts. “Do you take Mr. Martell as your husband for better or for worse till death parts you?” He asked her again. “I um…” She said trying to get her thoughts together.

Joe just continued to sit under the tree with his back against the trunk. He just stared down at his hands. He let out a frustrated groan because of all the memories that were flooding in his head. He put his head in his hands and just stared into the darkness. “Joe” He heard a familiar voice say. It sounded like Y/N. But why would she be here? Is he imaging her voice? When he looked up from his hands there, she stood in her wedding dress staring at him with tears in her eyes. She was also holding her shoes since there was no way she would’ve made her way up the hill with those heels. “Y/N” he said in a surprised tone as he quickly stood up. “What are you doing here? How did you know I was here?” Joe asked in complete shock. “Doesn’t matter.” She told him as she walked closer to him. “I couldn’t marry Tate.” She cried. “I knew something was wrong when you said goodbye to me that night and I couldn’t figure out what it was till I read the letter you wrote to me.” She started to explain to him as he looked at her with teary eyes. “I’m still in love with you too.” She told him finally smiling. Joe didn’t say anything. He just cupped her cheeks and smashed his lips onto hers. Y/N put her arms around him as she returned the kiss with the same amount of passion as he was giving her. As they kissed, they finally felt happy for the first time in years. They broke the kiss after what felt like hours when it was only really seconds or minuets. Who the hell was keeping track? “You’re the one I want to be with for the rest of my life.” She told him once she caught her breath as she leaned her forehead against his staring deep into his eyes. “I do too, and I promise no matter what happens I won’t give up on us.” He told her as he cupped her cheek and stroked it gently. “I will do everything I can to make sure nothing tears us apart.” He added bringing her close to him. He never wanted to let her go. “And I promise too.” She told him and connected her lips with his again.

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rosa-qing · 2 years

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Themis-Scenario

Artem Wing

Day 26 : Spring

🥀.notes: a bit of apoiler for Artem's new personal story quests

🥀.words: 344

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Spring is a season to cherish, as the air fills with life and the plants start to sprout and grow in their home. There’s joyousness and beauty in the first few days of spring, as the weather turns from cold and bleak to warm and beautiful. The leaves are turning, and there are buds on the trees that promise to be new colors soon.

Walking side by side, Artem holds the picnic basket on one hand while the other is intwined with hers. Its spring as the flower blossom, they decided to go on a flower viewing while also having a picnic at the same time.

The last time, they planned to go on a picnic . A kid stopped them and asks help to stop his parents from divorcing. It ended well but the planned picnic never came until theu got busy again.

"I'm sorry it took us long to have this picnic again" He looks at her with trace of remorse in his eyes. She let go of his hand to cupped his face.

"its not your fault, no need to apologize. Aren't we here today to make up for it. so let's forger about it"

Artem leaned on her touched, his lips curved forming a soft smile.

"You're right"

Under the sakura tree they spread the blanket on the ground, placing the picnic basket on the center of their blanket. Bringing out the food they work hard to prepared that morning.

Among all the dishes the apple pie they made together is her favourite. Their were eating while watching the colorful blossoms.

"Beautiful" She stopped eating to look around. The flowers were blooming beautifully, around them

"Indeed" Artem agreed with her but instead of those flowers he was looking at her.

A Strong wind blew over scattering the petals in the air. One landed on her hair, he reaches brush away the petal. She blinks, feeling his touch. His eyes meet hers.

They just stare in silence until Artem lower himself to kiss her lips.

Love blossoms more beautifully in Spring..

@rosa-qing published : 4-22-22

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comfortwriting · 3 years

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The Right One - F.W

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompts

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Prompt 31: “What made you think we were serious?” he spat “did you really think I’d go out with you?”

Requested/About: Fred is in love with his friend Y/N and knows he wants to marry her one day, he makes and move and they are looking forward to going on their first date - but all of that changes when George confesses his feelings for Y/N, to Fred.

A/N: I have a second part to this imagine which is smut based which you can now read: here

Warnings: swearing, mention of food and eating, a cheeky kiss towards the end.

Sitting high up in the stands, you’re watching Fred practice Quidditch, your heart skipping beats each time he flashes you a smirk or a cheeky wink, everything he does make you want him more - whether it be making a pig's ear of a potion, coming up with a new prank, chatting to his brother - hell, he simply breathes and you’re amazed.

Fred is head over heels for you, he already knows he’s going to marry you and whilst everyone is fast asleep at night, he goes over the plan in his head a thousand times making sure that when the day comes, everything will go perfectly to plan.

Unfortunately, the two of you were quite stubborn when it came to making the first move - you were too shy and scared of being rejected, and Fred felt anxious about making you uncomfortable - you were both trapped in the awkward ‘friends but too close to be friends but flirting but not dating’ phase - you not only confused yourselves but those around you who were aware of your chemistry.

The practice came towards an end and you walked down from the stands, your eyes glued on Fred, his veins bursting through his sweaty and dirt-stained hands, his hair standing up in all directions and sticking to his forehead, you smirked and giggled at the sight of him.

“How was it?” you smiled, walking towards him.

Fred paused for a moment, catching his breath and leaning on his broom “not bad” he panted “Slytherin are going to suffer”

You chuckled and brushed the hair out of his eyes, he had a questioning look on his face for a moment.

“Y/N” he said softly “d’you fancy going to Hogsmeade this Saturday, on a date?” he asked you, looking slightly nervous.

You felt as if time slowed down, that everyone else on the pitch had disappeared and you and Fred were the only ones there, instant excitement pooled in your tummy causing butterflies to sprout and take flight.

“I would love to” you smiled widely, blushing and nodding your head “yes!”

Fred smiled just as wide and nodded, pursing his lips and breaking out into another smile “brilliant” he nodded “I’ll meet you outside Zonko’s”

His twin George came rushing over, just as sweaty and dirty, he smiled nervously when your eyes met his, you didn’t think anything of it - George was always more quiet compared to Fred.

“Angelina wants a word” he panted “something about Ron needing extra practice”

Fred sighed and rolled his eyes, “see you later, love” he waved, turning around and following his brother.

“I have a date” you whispered excitedly to yourself “with Freddie!”

Hurrying off, you ran towards the castle, breaking inside and pushing through students and stumbling up the stairs to reach your dorm room, your date only two days away - you needed as much time as you could get to plan what you would say and what you could wear.

It was now Friday evening, tomorrow you would be on a date with Fred and just the thought made you giggle and blush, you told your friends who were just as excited, giving you all the advice you needed for one of the best days of your life. Laying in your bed, you stared out of the window, you were so excited you didn’t know if you were able to sleep.

Fred and George were sitting in front of the fire in the quiet and empty common room, coming up with ideas for their dream joke shop, but Fred noticed that George wasn’t being himself - he kept losing concentration and staring off into space, getting lost in his own thoughts.

“You okay Georgie?” Fred asked, staring at his brother.

George sighed, looking more anxious “if I tell you something, will you promise not to tell anyone?”

“I’m your bloody twin” Fred responded, sitting up in his chair and leaning towards George “of course I won’t say anything”

George swallowed hard for a moment and nodded, trying to figure out how to say this without Fred taking the piss out of him.

“You know Y/N?” George spoke up.

Fred’s heart started to pick up in speed, his attention fully on his twin “yeah, what about her?”

Fred didn’t mention you to George at all, George knew the two of you were close friends but he didn’t see the moments between the two of you that everyone said: “screamed chemistry”.

“I’ve got feelings for her, Freddie.” George confessed, looking away from Fred and staring at his shoes “I just didn’t want to say anything because I know she’s your friend.”

Friend

Fred felt the excitement crush inside him, part of him wanted to stop George in his tracks and tell him that you were going on a date with him tomorrow, but the other part of Fred dominated him - Fred would rather choose the happiness of his brother, who was more shy and quiet, than his own - the twin who had everything he ever wanted.

Almost everything.

“That’s great, Georgie” Fred forced a smile whilst his heart wept “she’s a really nice girl, I don’t blame you.”

A really nice girl that Fred would crush instead of letting her down gently. Fred went to bed and for the first time he didn’t bother going through the plans of the future proposal, then wedding, instead he tortured himself over George being the one to put the ring on your finger, making you his wife. He hid his face in his pillow and cried, knowing how bad he was going to mess things up, but as long as George was happy - that’s all that mattered to him, and he felt sure that you would move on and be much happier with the other twin.

“Ready?” your friend Alyssa smiled, looking you over once more.

You nodded and blushed again “I’m ready, just really nervous!”

Alyssa chuckled and handed you your bag “You’re bound to be nervous, but you’ll be okay, this is exciting!”

You took your bag from her and slung it over your shoulder “thank you for everything Alyssa” you pulled her into a tight hug, making sure you didn’t ruin your makeup or hair.

“Tell me all about it when you get back!” he ordered excitedly, pulling away from the hug and sending you on your way.

Arriving in Hogsmeade, you hurried over to Zonko’s Joke Shop, because you arrived early you had enough time to sneak into the shop and buy Fred some Hiccough sweets and Sugar Quills. Carrying the bag of Fred’s goodies, you waited outside for him.

Five minutes passed, then ten, then you reached one hour.

You felt your heart sink, worries and ‘what if’ scenarios filled your head and drowned out the noise of laughing students that passed by. Reaching three hours, it became clear to you that Fred wasn’t going to show up, tears filled your eyes and made your vision glassy, overflowing and running down your cold cheeks.

Storming back to the castle you stared at the ground, refusing to look up at anyone or anything, you sobbed and clutched onto the Zonko's bag so hard your hand started to cramp and your knuckles went white.

‘How could I be so stupid?’ you thought to yourself ‘I got myself dressed up in my best dress for nothing, waited outside looking like a fool while he’s probably laughing himself silly.’

But Fred wasn’t laughing himself silly at all, he didn’t get out of bed unless he needed to brush his teeth or go to the toilet, he refused to speak to George, Lee and Angelina. He curled up under his covers with tears falling down his face, his wand emitting light whilst he watched your footsteps on the Marauders Map, guilt surging through his body like poison when your footsteps stayed still and finally took off after hours of waiting.

Bursting into your dorm room Alyssa’s smile dropped and concern plastered on her face - your mascara and eyeliner streaked down your face from crying, your lips red and puffy like your eyes.

“Y/N! what's wrong? what happened?” she panicked, hurrying over to you.

You threw your shoulder bag on the floor, turning around you bumped into Alyssa and pushed the Zonko’s bag into her chest.

“He never showed up!” you wailed, storming into the bathroom and slamming the door behind you.

You dragged the warm wet rag over your face, wiping off your make up with so much force your skin got irritated and red, you stared at yourself in the mirror, hating your reflection, hating the dress you were so excited to put on hours before.

Alyssa knocked on the door, she didn’t want to pry and press you for answers, instead, she handed you your clean pyjamas and took your dress to put away, she walked into the bathroom when you opened the door, pulling you into a comforting hug whilst you sobbed in her arms.

Like Fred, you refused to leave your bed all weekend, you refused to speak about what happened. Perhaps you waited in the wrong place, perhaps he meant another week, you tried to convince yourself that this was your fault, that you got things wrong - but deep down you knew this wasn’t your doing, but Fred’s.

Sunday evening rolled around and Alyssa walked back into the dorm with a bag full of food, she sat on the side of your bed and opened up the bag full of your favourite puddings and drinks.

“The house-elves encouraged me to take as much as I could fit in this bag” she laughed lightly “please eat something sweetheart, it doesn’t have to be much”

You nodded and sat up in your bed, giving in you drank your pumpkin juice and had a few slices of Apple Pie.

Monday morning you were up early and out of bed, trying to be as fresh as a daisy as you could - everything was going well until you had double potions with Fred. You planned to ignore him, play it as if you didn’t care and that the loss was his, but your thoughts and needs for answers clawed at you until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Have a good weekend, then?” you asked Fred bravely, watching your cauldron simmer.

“No comment” he replied, refusing to look at you, trimming his ingredients.

“Why did you stand me up?” you asked again, gaining more courage “think it would be funny?”

“No comment” Fred answered again, adding the ingredients to his cauldron, causing it to hiss and change from dark green to bright red.

You began to lose your patience but you didn’t give up, opening your mouth and asking Fred once more why he didn’t show up on Saturday made his guilt surge through his heart so painfully he didn’t know how to handle himself except lash out at you.

“What made you think we were serious?” he spat “did you really think I’d go out with you?”

Hearing his brothers outburst, George looked over to you and Fred, he had no idea what was going on but he had to do something - seeing you so hurt and upset made George feel sick.

You weren’t prepared for such a hard blow, you felt as if you had been slapped in the face and punched in the chest, you didn’t reply - you just stared at Fred with your jaw hanging, the tears you were controlling so well broke through and filled your eyes.

Fred’s heart broke even more at your reaction, he had broken the person he loved more than anything in the world and it would be too late now to make things right, to have you give him a chance to explain - but at least now he had given George a chance to play hero and pick up those broken pieces of your own heart to fix them the best he could.

You quickly took a sample of your potion and handed it to Snape, storming back to your desk, you picked up your bag and hurried out of the dungeons, breaking out into a sob - your wails so loud the class could still hear you.

George left his cauldron to overflow, running after you and calling out your name down the halls before he finally caught up to you. He pulled you into a comforting hug and you cried into his chest, gripping onto his warm woolly jumper.

“I wish it was you George” you cried “I really do, if it was I wouldn’t be in this bloody awful situation”

It dawned on George that this definitely had something to do with Fred and when he told him about his feeling for you. Sitting back in the same chairs in front of the fire in the empty common room before bed, George turned to Fred and searched his dull eyes.

“Do you like Y/N?” George asked quietly.

Fred shook his head “no”

George sighed and continued to stare at his brother “look at me, Freddie”

George knew that his brother couldn’t lie to his face and he knew by doing this he would get the right answers he needed.

“Are you in love with her?”

Fred paused and tried to lie but he couldn’t do it - he looked towards the dancing flames.

George finally understood and stood up “that’s what I thought” he stood behind his chair, wanting to know one more thing before he went off to bed “what happened between you and Y/N, you being grumpy all weekend and her being upset - does that have anything to do with what I told you last week?”

Fred put his head in his hands and nodded, George shook his head and sighed “that's what I thought, you should’ve bloody told me.”

George left the common room and went upstairs to bed, leaving his brother alone in his thoughts. Climbing in his bed, George knew exactly what to do in the morning.

George looked for you everywhere, you weren’t in the great hall for breakfast and you didn’t show up to any of your classes either, passing Alyssa he pulled her aside, asking where you were.

“the second floor, girls bathroom” she replied “and here” she rooted in her bag, pulling out the Zonko’s bag “give this to your brother when you see him, she got it him before he stood her up.”

George took the bag and thanked Alyssa, hurrying as fast as he could to reach you.

Sitting on the floor of the dingy toilets, you continued to sob in your hands, pressing them against your eyes that you could see confetti in your vision. Hearing footsteps coming closer to you, you removed your hands away from your face and opened your eyes, looking up at George standing over you.

George crouched beside you and began to rub your back, comforting you; he sighed deeply and knew it was time to tell you everything, the truth.

“I’ve got feelings for you, Y/N” he confessed softly.

This only made you feel worse, you lost Fred - someone you actually want to be with, and his brother who you care for is in love with you, you would rather sit your O.W.Ls all over again with your N.E.W.T.s at the same time than go through this.

You turned to face George, a look of shock and horror all over your face “George! You know this isn't the right time to tell me and if Fred-” you paused for a moment, feeling sick to your stomach.

“Does Fred know?” you asked quietly, looking at George.

George nodded “I told him on Friday after that Fred just went into a foul mood and you’ve been upset. He’s in love with you, Y/N, and I know you love him too.”

You stared at George, your mouth wide open, unable to process what you heard.

“He put my own happiness before his” George laughed and shook his head, pulling you into a tight hug, he smirks at you “He’s in his dorm room, go to your man” he encouraged you, handing you the Zonko’s Bag.

Feeling those same butterflies form and take flight inside of you once more, you hurried to Fred’s room, the biggest smile plastered on your face, which caught everyone’s attention, causing them to feel happy and talk amongst one another about you and Fred finally being on the same page.

Storming into Fred’s room, he walked out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel loosely covering his lower half at the hips, stopping in your tracks you stared at him, taking in the beauty of his body; the water droplets across his abs and the steam rising off his chest and shoulders, his damp hair and the sun beaming through the window highlighting your favourite parts of him.

Fred went into shock and gripped onto his towel harder, you flash him a small, nervous smile and place the Zonko’s bag on his bedside table.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” he asked shyly as you walked over to him.

Placing your hands gently against Fred’s cheeks, you leaned in slowly and pressed your lips against his. Kissing back, Fred deepened the kiss and dragged his tongue against your lower lip, both of his hands took you by the waist, completely forgetting about his towel, it fell to the floor.

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jean-does-not-have-a-horseface · 3 years

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Could I get a fluff imagine where Levi Ackerman is dating a tall reader like 5’8/5’9 and Levi gets a little insecure about his height because he heard some people making comments and really thought about it and then the reader comforts him and tell him she gets insecure sometimes too but it’s worth it because she loves that she can hug Levi and he’s just covered in her body and other things that normally a tall male would do in a relationship she just really enjoys that she can do that. Thanks❤️

Hi, you have no idea for how long I've been writing this. I hope I did some justice to my fellow taller friends out there. And I hope everyone reading this can enjoy, thank you for requesting❤

Pairing: Levi/ Reader

Tags: fluff, really just fluffity fluff, taller reader, canonverse

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"Can you reach that cup for me (y/n)?"

The soft welcoming smile painted on your face that served as the signal of your comply to his demand sent jolts through Levi's chest. His own grumpy expression didn't allow him to show his gratitude the way his words could although he knew you could read through him.

It went like that on normal days. Little acts of affection as in tangling in sheets together, helping him clean the kitchen after a loose Saturday night for the scout regiment, blending and infusing tea leaves to make your own creation; Levi's love language to you was genuine and tender, despite what everyone else chose to see in his otherwise stoic demeanor.

It wasn't unusual for him to be a little distant or silent. The stoic moodiness and the sass that he carried in his presence were reliefs of anxiety and coping mechanisms that no one would have guessed as had they not known him like you did. It wasn't unnatural to not get a response or to see an eye roll or two by him, he was always caught up in his work, always trying to succeed in his role and honor his dead and today shouldn't have been an exception as to how his usual mood was.

Yet for the upteenth time this evening he sighed. And you noticed.

"You know what, no." He snarled "I'll get it on my own."

The little snapping of his voice along with the the clicking of his tongue shouldn't have been bizzare to you, but it was. Thus instantly your eyes fell to his hands. Erratic fingers scratched the marble counter with jolting movements, hoisting a wet rug that soon was tossed to the side, prompting the sound of his annoyed voice to higher levels.

"You alright?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

For mere seconds, his cold, gunmetal gaze fell on you, lips puckered and scrunched in the most bitter way he could master. It wasn't entirely directed to you, that much was obvious, but it still made your gut churn to an extent. Specs of anxiety tinted the insides of your stomach in what felt like dark maroon. With the pucker of your own lips, you were the first to turn your gaze to the side.

"Move just a bit to the left" He said.

You nodded slightly, gaze still so far way and fixed on a corner of the floor, and adjusted your hand to the small of his waist to steady yourself. What should have caused him to sink his head to your shoulder only earned you a loud and sharp click of his tongue. Slowly you moved your eyes towards him, your gaze and heavy chest submitted to the slight asphyxiation in the atmosphere.

You blinked as you eyed him up and down; the flats of his heels were arched in the painful binding leather of the brown military boots, the muscles of his feet pulsating slightly each time he bucked and tip toed again. You were fully aware that he could feel your eyes on him, still he turned to you with a puckered lower lip once his heels came flat to the mahogany tiles with a loud clicking sound.

"I can't reach it."

"Clearly. Jeez Levi. I got it. Please don't snap about minor things."

"I'm not snapping. But if you haven't noticed I'm always ready to snap"

"I know, I know" You shook your head and laughed.

The pouty little gaze on his face didn't ease like you expected, it was accentuated by two ebony furrowed brows and a set of overly shadowed wrinkles. His hands came to cross over his chest, flexing the bulky muscles of his chest as they tightned, twitching slightly as his shirt wrinkled below his hands. Down below, his foot tapped obnoxiously, indicating the slight nervousness of his presence.

You could only eye him, cup in hand and a soft expression on your face. Your eyebrow was cocked high on your forehead in a silent request, your gingered tapping onto the porcelain cup in synch to his foot. Clearly what was in the air was becoming so strong that it felt like you were on the edge of a cliffcliff with no room to escape.

"Care to tell me what's going on?" You whispered and everted your eyes from his frame, searching for the mettalic kettle that you had washed a little while ago.

"Tch"

"Just a click of the tongue Levi?"

"It's nothing"

Levi was quick to dismiss you, his own eyes daring to reach the wooden tiles of the floor, following across the swirly lines of honey colored wood. His brain felt scattered into a million pieces, the cause of his anxiety roamed inside his brain like a wide eyed ogre that feastes of off the rise of insecurities. But what he felt was his own problem? Wasn't it?

He rolled his eyes at his own thoughts once again. If only those cadets hadn't run their nosy mouths into his relationship, if only he hadn't heard that one repetitive comment on that one morning he was drained physically, maybe he wouldn't have ever doubted himself. It wasn't like him to feel like that, Levi knew his place in the world, he knew who he was and he didn't care about anyone else's shitty view on him. What he couldn't tolerate was you being looked down upon because of him.

If he was one to be more open with his feelings he would choose to talk about it. It was a couple-y thing. You shared your insecurities with him and he has shared almost everything he can remember from his life with you. It should have felt easy for him to just spill the beans on how he felt so low compared to you.

But it wasn't.

Instead of running his big mouth, he decided he would help you make tea. Whatever inadequaty he felt wasn't because of you, if he was too short it was his own fault, his own problem. Not yours, not anyone's else's. And therefore it shouldn't have affected him in such way. Nevertheless, he fixed his eyes on you again, eyeying you from head to toe. Maybe you were tall for him. With the way your legs and arms were longer than his. Letely he had found himself comparing the way his feet seemed small next to yours, though still bulky and full due to his training.

"Here" He offered "let me make our tea"

His fingers came to reach for the handle of the kettle, tagging it slightly off your hands. You gave him a soft smile, just enough to accentuate the nod of your head to his direction.

"Whatever you say apple pie." You teased.

Levi slightly eyes you from the corner of his eye. He couldn't help but scoff slightly in amusement, the soft glimmer in your eyes was warm, softly burning in the hues of the candlelight. The stiff line of happiness formed a little bump on your left cheek, not enough to be called a dimple it no less that a crevice.

Levi let out a other huff of air through his nose. His hand teacher for the handle of the tap, pumping the metallic object with a few swings and twists of his wrist. Water poured out of the end of the tap and into the kettle, the calming sounds of water flowing in the vessel calming you slightly as you thought about how the that was about to be made would be a dear, calming beverage.

Setting the kettle to the side of the counter, Levi placed both his hands on the edge of it and hung his head low. Your eyes softened as you eyed him again; the man looked drained and tired, a rather usual look for him one could say, but in the very moment, he looked like it was tons more than what should have been usually. Your hand reaches out to him again instinctively and as it landed on his shoulder you softly squeezed the spot protectively.

"Pass me the tea leaves" Levi spoke and his eyes we're squeezed shut. "At least you can reach them."

You giggled at him as you opened the cupboard again, grabbing thin air with the palm of your hand, trying to take a hold of the jar you were looking for. Once you took a hold you it your face lit up, and you turned to him again with gleamy eyes. The candlelight glimmered slightly as you pushed the door to the cupboard closed

His fingers worked on the lid of the jar next, twisting the thin cover in circular motions of his wrist. You watched with half lid, adorning eyes as the tips of his fingers reached for a handful of the aromatic, dry leaves in the jar. Levi eyed you momentarily from the corner of his eyes and looked at the task he had set to himself previously. He sighed deeply, letting a mellow higher pitch note of his voice escape him.

"You love me too much don't you?" He questioned, eyebrow cocked to the middle of his forehead, still his gaze was fixed on how his fingers were meddling with tea leaves as they were giving occasional stirs to the blend.

"Mhm" You nodded with a smile.

He slid his hand out of the jar sharply, only to set the leaves into the infuser that was resting to the rim of the porcelain tea pot, giving them a little suppresssing push, to squish then just enough to stay tamed until he poured the water in.

"Off to my quarters." He said.

He handed you the porcelain cups, taking a hold of the kettle and the tea pot in turn. With a soft thud, he set the pace of the footing for you, though he signed with the turn of his head for you to go first. You walked ahead with no objection.

....

Levi sighed again, just after you set the cups on the wooden surface of his desk. Your eyes couldn't help but fall on him with coherence, eyeing him as he threw a few logs into the wilding flames of his fireplace. He pushed them further inside, careful not to cause ashes to spread all over the room, then he turned his gaze to you once again.

"The water should boil in a couple of minutes." He said, and plopped his palm flat onto his desk.

"What do you want to do until then?"

Your face formed in a small outline of a smile as you walked towards the ravenette, your eyes squinted softly the moment you laid them onto him. You wrapped your arms around his form from behind, slowly, racing them over his torso as in his body was something to explore before you clasped your palms together to secure your embrace.

"You're so cute when you're aggravated like that"

"Tch"

With the click of his tongue, Levi rolled his eyes at you, the inside of his cheek quickly sandwiched between his teeth. He looked to the side of your hand, his eyes traveling over the deemly lit outline of your clasped palms. His tongue darted, flat as it was, to rub on his pallette, feeling all the little bumpy lines of tissue as the bitter and unwanted taste of sadness engulfed his misbehaving taste buds.

It was too infuriating to even think about it.

"Oh come on."

In the most cutesy way, you rubbed your chin to the top of his head, then softly pulled him closer so that his back, or rather the top of his shoulders, came to slightly press against you. This earned another grit of Levi's teeth.

"Tch"

"Stop clicking your tongue Leviii" You pushed your lips together as your eyes squinted happily.

You rubbed your chin on him again, then your cheek, scrunching your nose slightly as the pleasant smell of his soap reached your nostrils. Your lips quickly found their way to the top of his hairline, where you placed numerous kisses, the muffled kissing sounds echoing around the room.

"Stop."

"No, you stop being grumpy, just tell me what's going on."

Levi clicked his tongue again and sighed. His chest rose and fell sharply, a strong huff of air escaped his nose as he gulped dryly.

It was now or never.

He didn't have anything to be afraid of, plus, conversing about his problems with his significant other was something everyone had suggested to him. And after thinking about for the whole evening, he felt like he could talk about it with you.

Although, what he wanted to say came way more aggressively than he had planned to. The click of his tongue and the roll of his eyes were groundbreaking proof of that.

"Doesn't this fuckshit bother you?"

"Huh?" You cocked your eyebrow "what fuckshit?"

"I bet you'd rather be in my place right now."

Levi wiggled his index finger underneath your palms, breaking the knot of your hands over his chest, while he span himself sternly around and right before you.

"Be in your place? How?"

"Wouldn't you rather be kissed at the top of your hair? And pushed on a chest?"

Grey eyes blinked in yours with long pauses, thin lips faced you as they were being pushed into a hurt filled pucker, arched eyebrows creasing at the soft spot over his narrow nose bridge. Had you not been thinking about how to even answer to him, you would be giggling at this soft, child like pout all over his face.

"Levi!"

"Don't Levi me just answe-"

You almost jumped on the spot as the kettle went off. The loud whistle filled the room proudly, seeking your utmost attention immediately. Levi's quick feet wasted no time to take him the few steps to the fireplace, his gaze angrily straining away off yours. He was aware he looked like a grumpy imbecile child and he utterly hated it; it wasn't like him to act so hurt over things he had never cared about otherwise.

"Levi do you think I'd rather be you because I'm taller? I thought you didn't really care about such superficial things?"

"I don't!"

Levi crouched down before the fireplace, his hand darting off to the metallic kettle. He hissed profoundly once he felt the intolerable heat lick over his hand.

With a snap he pulled it back, huffing a puff of air as he angrily shaked it vigorously for the heat of the fireplace to quickly spread away. He looked at you, lips pressed into a thin line, orbs blinking at you then the glove that was at the side of the fireplace.

"Then?"

With a soft smile and a chuckle, you passed the glove to him.

"I don't know!"

"Levi," You crouched down right next to him "did you hear those cadets the other day?"

"I did, you think they aren't right? Am I not too small for you?"

You couldn't help it; a teeny giggle escaped your chest. Your hands came to the floor, holding your weight on them as you pushed your weight down through your bum. With a loud thud, you say down the floor right next to Levi, your hand coming to the wider top of his back.

"I love you for who you are." You said and kissed the top of his shoulder.

"I know that."

Levi's heart skipped a beat at your words.

"And I love how I can push you into my chest and kiss the top of your head. And you hold me too, don't let some brats make you feel like you're less for me."

Your heavy breath was tainted by the soft whisper of your voice as you spoke quietly. Your eyes lingered onto levis palms as they worked to pour the hot water in to the teapot, then pushing and stirring the little blend of tea leaves onto the strainer. With a whoosh, you pressed your head to the top of his shoulder, rubbing your cheek slightly over the spot.

"I feel like such a runt." He clicked his tongue "Worrying about someone else's words."

"Oh come on, you have the right to feel that way too you know."

Levis hand came to cup the side of your face his thumb stroking the apple of your cheek slightly. His head came to rest on top of your head, the side of his head abrading with your own. A soft hum of satisfaction coming out of the depths of his chest. You caved into his touch, feeling your heart fall slowly to the depths of your chest, slipping between each and every cavity of your bones.

The soft warmth of the flames engulfed your relaxed forms, urging you to softly melt into each other, despite the slight awkwardness of your current position. Levi's eyes softened at processing your previous statements; your hand was rubbing soft circles on his back, your fingered lingered on every little scar of his despite the presence of his cotton button down shirt.

You loved him.

Who cared about any other insulting thing that had been said for his person.

You really loved him. And he loved you back.

As much as he'd liked to whine about feeling inadequate for a brief moment, his mind stayed fixated on the fact that you loved him for who he was. Whining about something as mundane as his height only felt unnecessary and bratty before the significance of those three small words.

"Come on, serve that tea so we can go lay on your bed and cuddle."

You couldn't see the way his lips curled up slightly at the warm tone of your voice.

"I need those cups first brat." He chuckled, still he didn't make any effort to move at all.

"But I don't want to move from your arms."

"Yeah," He sighed "I don't either."

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Red Velvet Cake

Summary: Behind the sweet smile and angelic personality was a spitfire when someone dared destroy her little bakery in the heart of New York. Steve finds that out the hard way when his girlfriend's bakery becomes collateral damage in a small fight in New York. Warning: Profanities. Mild Violence. (Two Loud Slaps to be specific). Grammar Errors. Not Beta’d. Characters: Unnamed Female Character x Steve Rogers Words: 1,775 A/N: I don’t know, I just thought of this idea and thought why not. Masterlist

You had never thought your life would become this wild, but you've gone with the flow. Who would have ever thought that finally starting this bakery in the heart of New York. It was tough, with just a handful of employees, would bring you into so much chaos in your once peaceful life.

Meeting the Avengers had been a wild ride with a smooth beginning for you. First meeting Sam, a man that was looking for a quick snack post-work out. A man with a soft smile and quick quips that brought a smile on everyone's faces every single time he would come to visit. Then eventually, he came not alone, but with two of his best friend and your life changed ever since.

Bucky Barnes was the mellow of the trio, preferring to stay in the background while Sam would try his hardest to flirt with you and push his other friend with you. But he always had this charm on him that had a few of your female employees swooning just by the simply nickname of Doll he would throw at them.

But Sam's other friend had all his attention on you just as much as you had your entire attention on him. The dame that always spoiled him with sweets and made him enjoy morning runs more now that your bakery become their daily stop after.

It started out with the flirtation, at least that was what Steve believed it to be. Having been used to Sam's daily flirtation, you got so immune to it that it had become easier to hide the warmth in your cheeks or the heart eyes that Sam and Bucky were once quick to point out when Steve wasn't looking. Eventually it ended with him finally asking you out for lunch and the rest, as they say was history between the two of you.

Eventually, it had brought you into the circle of what was his team. The Avengers. Starting with one Tony Stark that had visited your bakery one fair morning and brought everything in your bakery long before the trio would come for their visit. It was an eventful day for you, that much you could admit. Everyone had the rest of the day to themselves and gave you time to spend with Steve, as annoyed as he was to not be able to have his usual treats. You made him your special apple pie as compensation, much to his enjoyment.

Then it was the rest of the team, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, and Vision. Visiting after getting a taste of your pastries that Tony Stark had generously provided for the team. Now like the trio, you now have another trio you can call as your regulars. Then there was Clint Barton, Thor, and Dr. Bruce Banner that eventually came to visit after everyone had egged them on and they would come for a few pastries and coffee, but not as much as the rest of the bunch. You were alright with that, being able to meet Steve's team and knowing each and every single one of them were good people in their own little way was enough for you.

Weeks turned into months, and months now turned to almost two years. Your life at the bakery was filled with ups and downs just as much as your relationship with one Steve Rogers. The constant fear you had when he was on a mission, uncertain whether he would come back alive or not. Then there was the more often than not times that you were too consumed with the bustling number of customers than you only had time to give him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before helping out on the cashier. It had once been a fight between the two of you because of your line of work, but you would constantly compromise. He was out saving the world while you were living the dream you had always wanted for yourself with baking. Instead of his apartment in Brooklyn, Steve was now living with you, in the humble little apartment you had above the bakery. Your little piece of heaven.

This life you had created with Steve was something you had never thought you'd have for yourself but you were enjoying it immensely. You would want nothing more in your life. Until things had gone horribly bad and you want nothing more than to kill Steven Grant Rogers and the rest of the Avengers.

Y/N was going to kill him. That much Steve had known while they continued on with the debriefing. A quarter of New York City was wiped clean by the attack of the alien overlord attempting their luck on the planet. As much as Tony had assured that they could stay in the tower while repairs were being made, He was still uncertain with what you would be feeling because of it.

Nothing hurts him more than seeing you sad or disappointed.

"What's the ETA on the repair?" he inquired as soon as the meeting was done.

"More or less two weeks. We've had our team assure Y/N that her employees would be paid full for the two weeks while we are doing repairs." Tony explained. "Last time I heard she barely spoke a word while she helped her employees with cleaning up."

Steve could only sigh, annoyance peaking through his mind. It was worst than he thought.

"Mister Stark, Ms. Y/L/N is on her way to the meeting room." F.R.I.D.A.Y announced.

Before the A.I could finish with the announcement, the sudden slam of the door had everyone's head turn, every single one ready for another fight. But the sight of the innocent Y/N looking displeased brought everyone to a slight calm. There was still a problem, but this was better than another alien attack.

"Babe-"

The resounding slap had everyone else wincing. So much for the Super Serum. Everyone could see the red imprint on Steve's face and your shaky hand responsible for the said mark on the Captain's face.

"Your fucking shield destroyed the ramekins." you snapped, Steve could practically see you shaking from where you stood in front of him.

You were nothing, compared to him, a Super Soldier. But just the sight of you, fuming to the nose made everyone believe that you can easily take him on. This was a genuine surprise for Steve. He had seen so much side of his girlfriend of nearly two years. Through many stages of emotional turmoil, happiness, sadness, annoyance, dysphoria, and that godforsaken puppy dog eyes that he could never say no to. But this, the sight of you angry, genuinely furious was the last thing he would have ever thought to see from you.

"Everyone has a long day, Y/N." Tony approached and the glare than now focused on her made it very well known that his presence and his response was the biggest mistake he has ever made in the moment. "Why don--"

Tony wasn't able to finish his sentence as he gets to experience the same slap handed to him by you. Without the Super Soldier Serum, the sound of the slap resounded even louder than the former. Everyone was left in a mix of shock and the need to hold in their laughter at the shock look than now lingered on Tony's face as he rubbed his red cheek.

"As for you," you snapped pointing your finger right into Tony. "You're going to pay for both the fuckin bakery and my apartment upstairs. Of all the places Stark, you just had to throw the alien on my newly renovated bathroom."

Tony could only nod.

"Your people also need to talk to my employees, some of them are injured because a big fucking green dickhead thought it would be nice to throw alien matters into the basement like basketballs through the hoops." you snapped side-glancing towards the guilty Bruce Banner that refused to make any eye contact with you. "You're covered for their hospital bills, therapy, and two weeks of their supposed shift."

Tony gaped nodding.

"Jesus, why the fuck does it always have to be New York, better yet, why the hell does it have to be in the US? There are so many fucking countries in this world." You ranted turning your attention back to Steve that now broke into a small smile at your outburst. "You're not off the hook. We're staying here, but you're sleeping on the coach until further notice."

What smile he had now comes falling from his face. Blinking, this was a dangerous situation. Far more dangerous than his earlier encounter with the aliens only hours ago. But all he could do was nod, not knowing if any protest from him would result in a worst punishment.

"Sam," you turned to the man that now looked scared to be your focus. "Can you show me to the kitchen? I'll try making everyone someone to eat. God knows you're all starving." you request, all signs of anger now slowly dissolving from your features.

Steve didn't know what scared him more at this point, your anger or how quick you were able to recover from said anger. As Sam escorted you out of the meeting room, the rest of the team also made their way out to help you in whatever you may need in the kitchen. It now left Steve and Tony alone, practically still feeling the aftermath of your slap.

"Having second thought about proposing, Lover Boy?" Tony finally broke the awkward silence.

Taking a deep breath, the first chuckle all day finally escaped his lips.

No, he was far from having second thoughts. The engagement ring hidden in his locker room made it evident to him what he was about to do on their 2nd anniversary. It would take some convincing on your part after what happened. But you loved him enough to forgive him for what happened, since technically it wasn't really his fault why the bakery was ruined.

"The proposal is still a go, Tony." he responds finally leaving the meeting room to making his way to the kitchen, already hard at work with cooking what he assumed was spaghetti and meatballs and his favourite red velvet cake.

"Steve's not having any cake right?" Nat asked as soon as she caught sight of him.

"You know what, Romanoff--"

"Not even a fucking crumb." Your response even with you facing away from him had everyone roaring in laughter and Steve rolling his eyes even with the smile on his lips growing bigger at the situations.

The things he has to endure for love.

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