#i missed the anniversary AGAIN but this time its one day only so i'm releasing the kraken

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I'm so happy to see you getting active again. Honestly, I thought this account just died 😅😅😅😅😅.

I have fallen in love with your posts, especially those meta analysis about Comte are so on-point. I can't wait to see your reviews about his drama CD.

Also, have you seen Comte’s 6th birthday story? I saw the CG but I dont have the chance to read the story. Is ok if you also give some spoilers about it? 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Glad to be back! Sorry for the scare--life just got ahead of me, and alas my spoons were limited and focused on survival. That being said, I've still been reading/translating his stories, so I have indeed seen Comte's 6th bday story.

I think you've given me a bit too much power 🤣 but I'm happy to gush about Comte anytime. Since I'm going to discuss something that hasn't been released in the English version yet, the deets will be under a cut.

A reminder that I'm not a professional, so this is by no means an infallible translation. I try to convey what I find to the best of my ability, but I'm sure there are nuances I miss.

Where to begin? Honestly this story was A Lot, and arguably among my favorites, but the title of the CG/story is allegedly "Courtship at the Nape of the Neck." Get hyped, y'all--if I understood things correctly, it's exactly as it sounds.

The story begins with MC and Comte on their way to a ball for his birthday, and MC is all like "honey. When I said I wanted this day to be for you. That did not mean. Another dress for me." To which Comte's response is "New phone, who dis."

All jokes aside, MC does feel bad about it but he insists it makes him very happy, so she concedes:

MC: You got me a dress as a gift again…despite the fact that it’s your birthday;;;

I smiled at MC, who seemed to feel bad about it.

Comte: It’s because it’s my birthday that I gave you that dress. It’s my greatest pleasure to gift them to you, and accompany you in it.

I reached out beside me to stroke her hair gently.

Comte: It’s always fun to think about what kind of dress would suit you…And besides, when I see you all dressed up like this, I can’t help but fall in love with you all over again.

MC then mentions that she's made him a gift, and downplays it--likely out of shyness--before handing it over.

It was a handkerchief with a simple yet elegant design, with a name embroidered on it.

Comte: Did you embroider this yourself? How did you prepare such a wonderful thing?

MC: Hehe, I did my best under Sebastian’s guidance.

(To do something this intricate by hand would have taken quite a bit of time…)

Comte: Thank you, MC. I’ll treasure it.

I felt a warmth fill my chest at the sweet gesture, and I dropped a kiss to the handkerchief I received.

Comte: I’d prefer to be kissing you, but I fear if I do I won’t want to get out of the carriage after I start.

So like, yes, take a moment to scream, because wow. First of all, how dare you Abel. Second of all, AAAAAAAAAAA IT'S SO SUBTLE AND SWEET BUT ALSO LOWKEY SULTRY HOW DARE!!! I will have my r e v e n g e--

But also??? Aside from my brainworms, I really do love this part of him. Even though her gift is simple, he really does cherish the effort and dedication she put into making him something. I guess I think about how someone in his position could easily downplay its significance--but he doesn’t. He’s mindful of how her feelings saturate the act, and he honors it openly. And in case you think this is a one-off instance, it really isn’t. In his Anniversary story event, there is a direct emphasis on how he still keeps MC’s wedding gift to him--the preserved flower pins--polished as if they were newly gifted to him, not a speck of dust clouding their surface, lovingly tended.

I think it’s very easy for people to minimize him as unfeeling or haughty the way only very rich people can be, but...the his character construction and the intimate personal details you see if you’re close to him reveal that he doesn’t really fit that stereotype at all. Sure he’s selective about who he shares himself with, but that doesn’t make him fundamentally shallow.

Moving right along, MC gets bashful (and honestly who could blame her idk how she even makes sustained eye contact help) and they arrive at the venue in short order. None of this is especially notable except that it says, when they exit the carriage:

Her small, lovely hand covered the one I gently held out for her to take.

Thanks! I'm devastated!!! You just broke down adoration to its bare essentials!!!! I'm a romantic for one person and one person only, and it's HIM--

Naturally, they enter the ballroom and everyone flocks over to congratulate Comte on his birthday. Gracious and measured as ever, he accepts each one in turn, but MC is silent/stiff for most of it. All of a sudden, MC says she's going to get some fresh air and slips away to the balcony to clear her head. Comte is understandably confused and tries to follow after her, until he's intercepted by another noblewoman.

(What’s the matter…? It’s not like her to leave on her own like that so suddenly.)

When I tried to follow her at once--

Well-dressed noblewoman: Wait, Comte

As soon as I’m stopped by the woman, melodious music swells to fill the hall.

Well-dressed noblewoman: I’d love to spend some time with le Comte tonight. Won’t you share a dance with me?

A woman with a charming smile from the past crossed my mind.

(In the past, when I hadn’t been in love, I would have accepted such an invitation for the sake of simply enjoying the novelty of a single moment; that ephemeral warmth was something I relied on in the endless sea of loneliness that was eternity.)

--But now, I don’t feel that way anymore.

(Because I met MC.)

Comte: I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I’m already accounted for. Have a pleasant rest of the night, young lady.

So after Comte picks the correct answer, he continues on his way to the balcony and finds MC staring up at the sky.

Aight so like. I love when they have a certain writer create these stories, because they literally always make MC the strong and silent (stoic/defensive) type and Comte her little meow meow. It may be specific to me and my tastes but I love it here and I'm never leaving.

Before I add the transcription, I will say that I'm not really sure the "were you crying? did someone bully you?" part was something I fully understood. It appeared to be some kind of idiom/nuance the translator struggled to pick-up on, so I apologize for that. But it is my understanding that he's alluding to MC being picked on/unhappy.

When MC turned around, she had a surprised but also somewhat anxious look on her face.

(If I try to ask her what’s wrong…she’ll say it’s nothing. In that case…)

Comte: Were you crying? Did someone bully you?

MC’s expression relaxed a little at my dramatics.

MC: What are you on about, I wasn’t crying or bullied. But if I was crying…what would you do?

Though she throws the question back at me, I smile in response.

Comte: A gentleman's handkerchief is there to wipe away a lady's tears. I would tend to you with the very handkerchief you gifted me tonight.

MC: Thank you. But, I’m not one to shed tears so easily.

Comte: That’s right, you’re very strong.

The anxiety that clouded her expression earlier has faded away now, and she’s smiling.

I hold my hand out to MC once again…

MC: Yes, with pleasure.

Y'all but the way she claps back, and then he kills with that line about the handkerchief. God damn sir, if nothing else you get full points for incredible verbal repartee. (Lowkey, I’d make out with him for his emotional intelligence alone, don’t look at me.)

Okay but because I can’t help myself. I love how he’s like. I’m No Gentleman, MC. I Am A Liar.

Also Comte: A gEnTlEmAn’S HaNdKeRcHieF iS tHeRe To--

Mfer certainly knows how to lay down the charm when he wants to cheer her up--

After that, it simply says they spend a lovely evening together and then cuts to them relaxing in a hotel near the venue. Cuddled together (GOD I WISH THAT WERE ME), MC eventually speaks up to explain what happened earlier that night.

MC: Hey, Comte…

MC is picking at the hem of her clothes absently when she calls out to me.

Comte: What’s the matter?

I caress her hair to encourage her to continue, and she slowly opens her mouth as if she were choosing her words very carefully.

MC: When I was on the balcony earlier tonight…I wasn’t crying, but I was pretty frustrated with myself. I saw so many beautiful women giving you their congratulations tonight, I can’t help but worry you’ll be snatched away from me…I’m sorry you had to see me like this on your special day…

So, in the immortal words of Beyonce, "What's worse, looking jealous or crazy? Jealous or crazy?" is basically the mood of this whole scene. I'm usually not the territorial type, but I wouldn't even blame MC for getting pissed--nobody likes to see other women ogle/grab at ya mans (especially when ya mans is Comte).

Also beginning to wonder if Comte has a certain interest in MC’s hair 🤔

(I see now, so that’s why)

Comte: MC

After hearing such a cute confession, my fingers moved from her hair to stroke her cheek.

Comte: It’s all right, you have nothing to apologize for. Besides which, I know how you feel--I’ve been jealous/frustrated plenty of times too.

MC: Oh…like when?

Comte: Always/All the time.

MC suddenly looks at me, looking as if she really hadn’t been aware of it.

Okay but when he just gives that flat expression and goes "ALWAYS" without hesitation, I nearly started wheezing with laughter. Petty and glamorous, I love him your honor it's not a phase!!!!

Comte: Today, for instance, that Baron who was in love with you from the moment you stepped into the hall. A young waiter brushed his hand against yours while handing you a champagne glass. Every time I see another man taken with you, my heart is agitated.

(Of course, it’s not limited to just today. It’s been like this ever since I fell in love with you…)

Comte: Rather immature for someone like me, isn’t it?

MC: Comte…

Comte: But now…I’m not the only one who feels that way anymore.

I wrapped my arm around her delicate waist and hugged her close, a sweet scent catching my attention.

Comte: Come, MC.

Just the thought of him seething because some random waiter brushed MC's hand literally just. Sent me. Like straight up astral projection, that is so much I had to stare at the nearest wall to cope. And like I'm not sure if it's the same guy, but I have to wonder if the Baron he's talking about is the one that hit on her in Comte's rt--because if that's the case, that would be hysterically funny. At the same time if it’s literally just some random dude that thought MC was pretty at first sight, that is somehow even funnier. Le Comte de "Peace was never an option" Saint Germain. Monsieur le “Don’t even think about looking at my wife. Walk away.” Comte.

I live for it, I love it, I regret absolutely nothing!!!!

I escort her to bed and sit with MC in my arms. I kissed her soft hair and laid my forehead on hers.

Comte: You belong to me, and I belong to you.

MC: Co--Abel…

She calls my name and settles against my chest, and I’m filled with such affection for her.

Comte: You’re so cute…Telling me all about the frustration and the bullying honestly. You’re so lovely I want to bite you.

"You belong to me, and I belong to you." SCREAMING, CRYING, THROWING UP THAT'S SO ROMANTIC AND TENDER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"You're so lovely I want to bite you." Do you promise. I want it in writing. 👁✒️

Then MC, who was silent as if she were thinking about something deeply, looks up--

Comte: …what is it, MC?

She pinches the skin of my neck between her lips and nips at me.

MC: I want to bite you too…I love Abel so much…

She keeps nipping at me, her soft lips nearly ticklish against my skin.

(I can’t believe you’re doing this…) NARUTO VOICE: BELIEVE IT!!!

She bit me lightly, and our eyes met.

MC: Am I the only one…allowed to do this to you?

Comte: Yes, of course…you can…bite me harder

So like. I'm aware I've already had several episodes in the process of recounting this birthday story and I apologize for the moments where I breach containment--But.

Bite.

Me.

Harder.

Wow, thanks, none of my thoughts are holy and I am forever changed. I am not going to heaven, and I'm okay with that. I lived, and that's what matters. BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK--

Also yes MC, girl get it!!! Go MC, go!!!!!! Live your best life!!!!!! Get his ass!!!!!

I leaned back to give her more room and she nodded, digging her blunt little teeth into me. The slightest pain is followed by a feverish arousal that blooms from my chest outward.

(I want to bite you even now, I want to love you forever)

MC: Abel…

She called my name again, as if she could sense the urge rising from deep inside me.

MC: I’m the only one who you will bite one day.

Comte: …Of course

(I only want you)

The reversal/mirroring???? The intimacy????? Comte being blindsided but literally out of his mind in love?????? Help??????? It’s more than I can bear??????

This is especially insane to me on the level of like. The game is pretty clear about how biting your lover (at least for vampires) is a mutually understood sign of courtship. It’s a clear sign of who your lover is. And the fact that MC uses that sign to convey her feelings despite being human????? As the signal that she’s ready to fully be his and wants no one else to be able to interfere with that??????? Long time coming but also BWAH, BWAH BWAH BWAH BWAH

The other part of the end that kills me is that. They make love. With her fully dressed. And sure not necessarily that notable out of context, HOWEVER. BECAUSE I NEED TO DIE ON THIS HILL. What he specifically says is:

I reach to undo her dress--before my hands freeze.

[Comte: It’s always fun to think about what kind of dress would suit you…And besides, when I see you all dressed up like this, I can’t help but fall in love with you all over again.] (He’s remembering what he said before.)

Comte: I’ll make love to you as you are tonight. You’re dressed up to my liking, after all.

For those of you who haven’t seen the CG. MC. Is in a black dress. With sleeves that are see-through. Low cut bust. A long and visible thigh slit. With slight gold accents.

SIR. SHE IS DRESSED. TO YOUR LIKING????????????

At this point I’m convinced Cybird wants me to be in palpitations before the game ends for good. So much for Mr. Prim and Proper, I know you nasty Comte--

The rest of the bits are fairly raunchy so I’ll forgo that (let it be known simply that he is a firm believer in foreplay) but there are a few lines that I want to focus on.

(You haven’t the slightest idea how captivated I am, do you?)

[He asks her to say what he can only hear on his bday, and naturally she says happy bday.]

The heat of where our bodies are connected, her voice crying out for more, my heart and soul are on fire with the twin calls.

Comte: MC…

I kiss her tears away before connecting our lips with a smile…

Comte: I love you, too

(MC, you are the best gift of my life.)

With a feeling that is equal to eternity, I dropped my lips to her delicate neckline and…--

A lot to unpack here, but I will try (and fail) to remain composed as we go through each one.

“MC, you are the best gift of my life.” Like. Sincerely don’t even know how to approach this one. I have no clever witticisms. No trite commentary. Literally it is just beyond touching...[insert your preferred sobbing meme here]. It’s an odd feeling because honestly it doesn’t even feel like a surprise; his actions 100% substantiate what he’s expressed. It feels more like the inevitable culmination of his devotion up to this point. But there’s just something about the way it’s crystallized into that simple but enormous sentiment. That she was something unexpected, but not only welcome--accepted with such gratitude and joy. 11/10 I was not okay when I first read it and I’m not even okay now, every minute is half-catatonic.

And now to the question many of you probably have as you wait for me to address it. Did he..........b i t e bite her? The answer is I have no freakin’ idea. That’s where the story ends, and there’s no itemized specification as to how he bites her. But the phrasing keeps bothering me. If it were just another harmless love bite--as we’ve seen him do before--it’s never prefaced with “a feeling equal to eternity.” That kind of distinction is only made when he’s talking about how he changed the men into turned vampires when he found them.

Additionally, so many of his most recent stories have featured MC as a vampire (AU settings) but also in the most recent Christmas story (in the normal mansion setting), he gets extremely close to biting her for real--the closest I’ve ever seen, up to this point.

Granted all I can really do is speculate, but I will say it feels skewed in the direction of “holy shit he bit her for real, this is not a drill, LET’S GOOOOOOO Y O O O O O O”

I hope this summary was as cathartic for you as it was for me. But yeah!!! This is the vast majority of the contents ✌🏼💛

#asks #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp translation #ikevamp meta #ikevamp comte birthday #local comteologist speaks #honestly my life was before and after this event #it wasn't the most intricate one but it gave me Everything I've Ever Wanted #satisfaction factor? Immeasurable #man bite me harder #top ten phrases to make a woman lose her mind folks #I think the only thing I've seen in his stories recently that sent me half as feral #is when he asked her to lick his fangs mid-kiss #like 1. was not expecting that #2. once again none of my thoughts are holy why is that so insanely hot-- #like its not even a groundbreaking concept but something about it just made me go crazy go stupid #how can one man be so considerate and affectionate but also just. devastatingly sexy #who gave him the right!!!!! #now if you'll excuse me im going to reread his cinderella collection event story and think about all my feelings #with regards from your favorite jester in love with comte #may you enjoy this rambling overview #and have a lovely rest of your night #not to ruffle any feathers but at this point i dont know how he's fooled so many people into thinking he's the dom/forthright type #(fooled people including me a short time ago) #i am seconds from kabedoning him myself-- #also sorry for any weird formatting i swear tumblr was not cooperating (more than usual)

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Legacy of the Fallen- Prologue

Hey Everyone! I'm back...

I will be slowly releasing each published chapter of Legacy of the Fallen every few days. I hope you enjoy!

Table of Contents

Content Warning: Character Deaths and Violence. This part isn't for everyone, and if you're not up for it, take care of yourself first.

The Tragedy

Natalie watched her children as they played innocently on the floor of their room, a small smile dancing on her lips as she leaned against the doorframe. Her heart ached as Bella, her oldest, grinned over at her, her missing two front teeth making the scene even more adorable than before. The five-year-old’s violet eyes sparkled with laughter as she purposely tipped herself over, crashing to the floor in a bundle of giggles, dragging her tangle-prone brown curls across the floor carelessly. Natalie couldn’t help the small sigh that escaped her lips, knowing she’d be fighting that rat’s nest by the end of the night.

Marie, her youngest, had surrounded herself with her favorite toys, seemingly off in her own world, babbling to herself. Even in the darkening light as the sun set outside, her golden blonde curls, so much like her own, shone like the sun.

Even from a distance, they were on the fourth floor of the Verairacurs’ castle, she could hear the celebration below. The streets of the capital, Lietasae, were filled as the nation celebrated its five-hundredth anniversary, all five territories doing the same beyond the city’s limits. It was a day for joy, to remember the freedom she had here. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to be happy.

Her eyes remained focused on Marie, the two-year-old so innocent from the war that Natalie and her husband, Seniar, had been fighting for her. She watched as one of her stuffed toys was raised into the air by an invisible force, Marie’s eyes glowing a soft turquoise before it fell back to the floor just as quickly. The small hiccup that followed caught her attention, beginning to move before the crying had begun.

“It’s okay,” she hummed, scooping the tiny girl into her arms. She wiped a tear away from her eyes, the most beautiful eyes she could ever imagine seeing. Only galaxies themselves could even begin to rival the extraordinary colors that came to life in her daughter’s eyes, darkness and light blending perfectly together; a stark difference from her own plain brown eyes. She bounced her lightly, trying to redirect her thoughts, yet failing. The golden shimmer in Marie’s eyes tugged at Natalie’s thoughts before her eyes began to tear up once again. “I’ve got you,” she hugged her to her chest carefully.

She hummed softly, Marie’s hair tickling her neck while her eyes didn’t leave Bella, the tune of a song her Grandma had sung for her when she was little escaped her lips. My angel, my sweet! I never thought you would come to me…

“Mama! Mama!” Bella’s excited voice cut through the silence like a knife. “The sparkles have started!”

I love you, my darling, more than I could ever say...

Natalie stopped, her smile fading as she looked out through the window. On the horizon, another silent flash had been set off. Her blood ran cold as another blast shot up, her feet carrying her to the window to watch as one after another, after another, came closer every second, disrupting the twilight glow. Not fireworks, but warning flares.

No, no, no, not now… Her eyes burned as the cheering in the streets quickly dissolved into silence for only a second before the screaming began. Her body was frozen, she needed to move, now, but she couldn’t. Her breath caught while her heart hammered in her chest, her arms tightening around Marie.

“Mama?” She looked wide-eyed at Bella, now trembling beside her. “Mama, what’s happening?”

Forever, I will stay by your side, even when the sun sets on my time…

“We have to go!” She shifted Marie into her right arm, grabbing Bella unceremoniously with her left. She ran as fast as she could with both her daughters in check, barely aware that the floor under their feet had begun to rumble.

“Ow! Mama, you’re holding too tight!” Bella cried, but Natalie kept running, the usually bustling hallways now empty.

If there is no light where I go, the light of you shall bring me home…

As they passed another window, she could see the entire horizon, covered in the menacing glare of distant flames, the red glow marring the lilac sky. The light illuminated a surging mass of living creatures thick enough that almost no ground could be seen on any of the hills surrounding the city. She could see the many distant figures of their own army swarming through the front gates to meet their enemy. Even the combination of the Guard and the royal branch of their army of thousands looked pitiful while joining the others, every force they had available rushing to join the fray. Her heart twisted at the knowledge that Seniar was with them, along with everyone else she had grown to care about here. She felt her feet slow to a stop, fear blazing through her senses, taking her over.

Horrid images dug themselves into her mind: Seniar, dark hair stiff with coated blood, dead violet eyes staring straight through her, Bella, lying in an unmoving heap…

A loud crash startled her back to the present, a deafening roar echoing through the empty stone hallways. Natalie turned slowly, her face pale.

“God help us all,” she gasped.

The sun is nearing the horizon, now it is time to say goodnight to you.

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Seniar’s heart thumped in his chest as he ran beside Maishear, his jaw locked and muscles ready for action. His friend was absolutely silent as the horrified screams came from all around them, the streets only becoming more flooded as parents rushed to find their children who had been watching the celebrations only moments before. He wanted to close his eyes, plug his ears, and block the chaos that was around him out so he could just focus on his job.

He knew they were just ahead of the herd of people who would be rushing towards the castle, it was, after all, the centerpiece of the city, and during an invasion, the safest place to be. He knew Natalie would be there, along with their daughters, but fear for the rest of his family rose inside him. Where were they? Had any of them stayed back from the festivals?

The battle had barely begun, but he already knew this was going to be the worst one he had ever fought in. Just from the lights on the hills and the sounds of fighting around him, he knew the whole city was surrounded. If this army had made it to the capital, it wasn’t a stretch to conclude that the other territories had already been wiped out. He didn’t even want to contemplate how that was even possible without any hint of something gone wrong.

They had made it through the front castle gates, turning sharply to go straight into the barracks he had been so proud to work in. Many of his fellow observance members were already there, strapping on their armor as quickly as they could, the lightweight, black material seeming to move light on its own. He put on his own, trying his best to keep his hands from shaking too much as he did so. He grabbed the last item off his shelf carefully, uncoiling the long, whip-like silver chain that he hadn’t used in many years now.

He twisted his hand carefully as he willed the ring on his finger to reveal its true form. The legendary silver dagger spoke to him, the voices it held within it standing behind him as he reigned in the courage to join the fray.

He turned to look at Maishear, only to find that his friend had been swept up in what could very well be a last desperate kiss by his sunairan, Mesaiad. Pulling apart to, no doubt, confirm where their children were.

Ansael, one of his companions, caught his eye on the way out. “Let’s go kill some daemons, shall we?” His normally carefree teal eyes now burning with fury.

“Let’s,” Seniar growled, flipping the dagger in his hand as he followed the other man to the door. As soon as they were clear, they broke into a run, the shadowy figures of different species of daemon everywhere he looked. On the distant hillsides, he could still see the movement of more flooding in, the flames growing higher the longer they burned.

He curled his whip chain over his head, easily slicing a Vorakur daemon in half, revealing the old man it had been feasting on below. His stomach turned, but he didn’t have time to properly mourn the unnamed man. Anger filled his veins, this was his home. This was everyone’s home, and he would fight for it. For the memory of his parents and ancestors, his siblings, his wife, his children, his friends, and all of the people that he had sworn to protect and guide.

He threw himself at a Chovera, not hesitating to plunge the dagger into its throat. He blocked out the gurgling sound it made as he pulled it back, its body not even fully on the ground before he slashed another’s head clean off. He continued on, alternating between his two weapons until he noticed a familiar figure.

Phiala, ice flying from her fingertips and saifas blade gutting her opponents with its retractable spikes. He approached her with a shout, aware that she wouldn’t be looking for a friendly face. Her white eyes, still glowing, were more dulled than he had seen before. “Took you long enough,” his old friend huffed at the sight of him. She signaled for him to duck, her hand no longer throwing ice a blur as she hurled a throwing knife from her waist, the startled yelp behind him, along with the thump of a body telling him she’d hit her mark.

“I got here as fast as I could,” he deflected an oncoming blade, Phiala quickly cutting through their attacker’s lower half.

“Sure you did,” her words were humorless for once, though her Nirshorn hood prevented him from clearly seeing her face. “I’ll forgive you though if you’re on time next time.”

The: if there is a next time, didn’t need to be said. They could both feel it, they were losing. All around them, those they had trained and fought with were falling. Not far away, he could see Ansael, a hole ripped straight through him, his face stretched in shock and terror. Next to him, a pregnant woman wept, no doubt the proclaimed ‘love of his life’ his friend had never stopped talking about but had jokingly refused to name. He took a step towards her before another woman raced over, practically dragging the woman from Ansael’s body.

“We need to fall back,” he muttered; just loud enough for Phiala to hear him.

She stopped, staring at him, lips parted in shock. “Fall back? We can’t fall back, we can’t just lose our home like this!”

“Fall back!” He yelled, his vocal cords straining at the volume.

“We need to stay and fight,” her eyes were filled with disbelief and betrayal as she looked at him. “This is our home!”

He choked at the looming figure that had risen behind her. “Look out!”

It was too late, the Bomikra daemon had already latched its bony fingers around her throat, the movement causing her hood to fall, revealing the dark brown hair beneath. He plastered his hands to his ears until he couldn’t hear anything, his weapons falling at his sides. Though he could see the soul-catching scream that the daemon released through her.

The light died in her eyes, her body slumped to the ground before him. Her gaze remained on him, her mouth forming her last word, all but unheard by him. Run.

He did, swooping down to grab his weapons before he did so. He turned back towards his home, the castle their last hope now. Except, as he grew closer, he could see that there was something wrong. A huge hole had blown through the side, one of the rising towers now missing, leaving the inside vulnerable.

His throat burned as his family’s faces flashed behind his eyes. He envisioned the hallways of the castle where he grew up, where he had played with his brothers and sister; where he had spent almost his whole life. The scenery around him shifted, going from the body-piled streets to the empty, echoing hallway outside where his and Natalie’s chambers were.

“Natalie!” He yelled out, breaking into a run. “Natalie, where are you?”

He stopped when he heard a distant cry, Marie. His heart just about stopped at the sound, hope flaring in his chest, only to be crushed by the growl that shook the floor beneath his feet. He ran, his footsteps pounding on the marble floors, his lungs begging him to stop. He reached the main stairwell, unsure if they were up or down. Another, clearer cry was released. Immediately, he slid down the railing to the second floor and was greeted by a sight worse than his nightmares.

A huge Drokav daemon loomed over his daughters, Bella hugging Marie to her chest while tears flooded down her cheeks. Natalie was nowhere in sight, but the bloodstains pooled on the floor sent a crack through his heart.

“Hairo!” Bella cried. Papa. The fear in her small voice pushed away his grief, he may have lost Natalie, but he would not be losing them too. To his horror, Marie looked back to him at Bella’s voice, pushing away from her sister and running under the daemon.

He whipped the beast, desperately attempting to pull its attention away from its moving prey. It growled, turning its serpent-like body to face him, the green scales that covered its body rippling as it stepped towards him, amber eyes narrowing.

Its tail lashed behind it, time seeming to slow as it approached his daughter. He felt the scream rip through him, his fists clamping down on his weapons. A small hand touched his leg, grounding him as the nightmare unfolded before him.

He was watching, unable to move, as the tail smashed into Bella, the bloodcurdling scream she let out echoing eternally in his mind when he closed his eyes. He wasn’t brave enough to watch as his precious daughter flew across the floor headfirst into the stone paneled walls, the scream cutting short.

He opened his eyes, his whole body shaking in fury. He pulled his leg free from Marie, whose cries had grown louder. “You’re going to pay for that,” he snarled, not recognizing his own voice.

He rushed at the monster, the world a blur of silver around him as he sliced at the beast. His mind was screaming, wanting nothing but to have the monster dead. He was unaware of his movements, mindlessly slashing as he threw himself up against it, only the roars of pain and anger telling him he was making any progress. Finally, he had hooked on to some of the scales that covered its face, pulling himself up over its eyes. He slammed the dagger down, angling it between the protective scales, digging it deeper when it roared louder. In one last huff, the Drokav dropped its head to the floor, never to move again.

He stood, gasping for air, wanting to just let himself collapse. He looked at Marie, her shimmering eyes looking up at him, she was unharmed. He jumped down, turning to look where Bella had landed. He should have been prepared for the sight, he should have known what to expect, but it didn’t change anything.

Her eyes were closed, blood running down her face and in an expanding pool around her body. He didn’t need to get closer to know she wasn’t breathing, her tousled brown curls sticking to her face, hiding her features. He took a step forward, but stopped; his throat closing.

A small glint of silver metal caught the corner of his eye on the floor, pushed up against the opposite wall. He immediately recognized it as Natalie’s necklace, the gemstone that she had worn every day since they had met. Grief overtook him, looking towards Bella, then back to the necklace. He lifted Marie into his arms carefully, then went to the necklace, holding it to his chest as its broken chain brushed against the back of his hand, leaving a smear of blood behind.

He looked helplessly back at Bella, a sob rising in his throat. “I’ll be back for you,” he told her, knowing there was no use. “I promise.”

Then he ran, his surroundings bending around him once again. He landed in the castle courtyard, surrounded by thousands of others, pushed back until their breaking point.

As people recognized him, they parted for him to pass, moving towards the battle at the gates. “Seniar!” A voice rose above the unintelligible yells and cries, the voice of his youngest brother.

“Halsairr,” he rushed to meet him in the crowd, still holding Marie close to his side.

Halsairr’s face was pale, his deep purple eyes rising, almost hesitant, to meet his own. “Oravinkas is dead.”

Seniar felt another stab to his heart, his oldest brother, the king, their leader, was gone. “Shelaice? Jisuph?” He licked his lips, almost afraid to hear the answer about his other siblings.

“We don’t know,” Halsairr’s voice was rough. “But until we do, this belongs to you,” he raised the golden sword he had been holding. The king’s sword. The sword that every leader, all the way back to the founder, Lietasae herself, had held. “Teleporters have arrived from across all the territories, asking for reinforcements. It appears that all our lands are under siege.”

He caught his breath, strapping his whip chain to his side and taking the sword from him. If there were this many daemons here, and enough to take on every other city in their lands at the same time, it meant their adversaries likely numbered at least in the tens of millions. It was an unimaginable figure, especially since they’d had little warning.

“How many do we have left?” He demanded.

“Not many,” Halsairr’s voice was grim. “Most that are left are injured, or too old or young to fight.”

Seniar’s mind raced for a second, feeling hopeless. It was too much. This was truly the end. Armies, some of the largest and best-trained forces anywhere for centuries had all been crushed in less than an hour. His friends who had fought with him through many wars now lay dead outside their own homes.

“We can’t stay here,” he announced, much to the shock of all that could hear him. His mind jumped to the one other place they could possibly live, or at the very least, temporarily blend in. He raised his voice, “If we stay, we will all be lost! Open gateways to Earth, hide among the humans, and live.” He shouted to the survivors around him. “All of you who can, do it now!”

Halsairr gripped his arm, eyes wild, knuckles white. “We can’t do that, you know it.”

“What else would you suggest?” Seniar shot back, beginning to work on his own gateway. “Yes, it’s risky, but they’re not the ones who are killing thousands of us every second we waste standing here debating and it’s one of the few places where we can hide. Not to mention that humans have the military power to defend themselves, and us, if they’re invaded too. We’ll just have to stay hidden.”

Halsairr was silent before opening the telltale violet glow of a gateway had begun to appear beside Seniar too, his eyes lit with the same light.

“Go now!” Seniar commanded those around him. A flood of people rushed to them, piling through the portals, one after another. As the courtyard emptied, the warriors who had been continuing to fight were backing toward them. Daemons of all shapes and sizes started breaking through the last, pitiful lines of defense. “Maishear!” Seniar called as he recognized his friend, being dragged to the portal by another soldier. Holes across his torso were oozing blood, one arm was nearly severed. It was a miracle he was still alive. “Go,” he ushered the two to his gateway.

There were only a couple still fighting, other teleporters jumping through their gateways, when Halsairr turned to him, his eyes more serious than he had ever seen them. “Go,” his voice was hoarse with emotion.

“I’m not leaving you too,” he gritted his teeth, aware that his power was about to fail him.

Halsairr glanced at something over Seniar’s shoulder before grabbing his sleeve. “You need to live more than I do,” He grinned. “I love you, brother. I’m sorry.”

It was the last thing he could process before being thrown through Halsairr’s gateway. Seniar scrambled to his feet, turning to go back, only to see a black blade pierce through Halsairr’s heart. The gateway closed with a flash less than an instant later, the only home he’s ever known disappearing with it.

Seniar fell to his knees, Marie stumbling over to him, staring blankly ahead of him at the world around him, slightly stunned by the intense brightness of this world, and the sheer silence. The field around him was too peaceful, the only sounds reaching his ears being the quiet chirping of birds from a small tree off to his right. He had failed his people. Even with everything he had trained for and fought for, he was unable to do anything but watch them be ripped apart and abandon the land their people built to crumble and die. He didn’t know where he was, he didn’t know where he was going to go. The one thing he did know was that the warrior who had stabbed his brother through the heart was someone he thought he had known well.

A Hecathian had killed one of their own.

Next Chapter

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[thats-the-teen-spirit]

Top 10 songs of 2023, reviewed by yours truly

As per tradition when Spotify Wrapped comes out I write short reviews of the best songs of the year so here we go:

10. One More Time by blink-182

The biggest reveal from the world of pop punk last year was that blink-182 is back... again. First I was a little sceptical especially after hearing Edging but this song, and its video made me listen. The lyrics are about the long lost friendship between Travis, Mark and Tom, and to be completely honest I shed a couple teardrops the first few times I gave it a listen. Amazing song from an amazing record.

9. Homicide by Magnolia Park

I'm completely new to this band, I found this song randomly in an Instagram reel that caught my attention. It's super catchy, almost Linkin Park-ish vibes that is a little "Octanecore" little pop punk, but nevertheless an absolute banger.

8. Jaded by Spiritbox

Spiritbox is the new shit in the scene, everyone and their mom knows about it. But just a little less than a month ago they put out an EP consisting of 6 melodic and heavy bangers called The Fear of Fear. This song stands out from the EP because of the insanely catchy chorus, the breakdown with the clean guitar melody and just the overall feeling of the song. Courtney has always been open about her influences (even and especially the pop ones) and this song is a great example to it.

7. Lost by Linkin Park

On the 20th anniversary of Meteora, Linkin Park released a bunch of unreleased material from the recording session of the legendary album and this was the first single off of it. What more can I say about it? If you haven't heard it despite liking Linkin Park then shame of you.

6. Without A Whisper by Invent, Animate

Another surprise as I've never been a big fan of the band. Not being so into the Deftones-y spacey vibes before, this band always has been a hit or miss. Until Heavener. It's blended so seemlessly that first I didn't even notice that there's now screaming instead of singing with a bunch of reverb. I still almost never skip this song despite Heavener being released earlier this year.

5. Fake Out by Fall Out Boy

This one is probably the only song on the list that is not a single, not even the top 3 from their album So Much (for) Stardust. The boys are officially back and this song proves it, The falsetto hook in the chorus got stuck in my head after the first few listens. I'm really really glad they are back to playing instrumental music because that's what they do best.

4. Might Love Myself by Beartooth

For me this year was about healing. Healing from a past breakup, losing my previous job, and just in general the depressing reality of adulthood. After hearing the first singles from the latest Beartooth album it was obvious that Caleb, the singer for the band had been through a similar journey prior to writing this record. This song stands out for me because of the overwhelmingly positive self-loving lyrics that are a must-listen when you have been through a lot of shit. I also like the little "whoo" before the second chorus, it really makes it sound like Caleb had a lot of fun recording it.

3. Haunted by Spanish Love Songs

The most underrated band on the list by a landmile. Also probably the most depressing band I've ever listened to, which says something. The whole new record No Joy has some really interesting musical changes from the previous ones, there's less screaming, less distorted guitars, it has more of a The Killers vibe than something off tumblr's 2015 pop punk hardcore best of (looking at you The Story So Far). Haunted is a bittersweet tune about being nostalgically sad about the old days, and for an old fart that is closer to 30 than to 20 it's a comforting thing that I'm not alone with this feeling.

2. LosT by Bring Me The Horizon

What do you get when you mix 'I'm not Okay' and current era Bring Me The Horizon? That's right, this fucking banger. I think throughout the year this song was the only one that I've never skipped. The pop punk-emo feeling is in every note, the breakdown is easily my most favorite of the year, the callout for it is even. "I think i'm gonna break down". Fucking genius by the most dynamic songwriting duo of the music scene, Oli and Jordan. The powerpop elements are also fun to listen to, it just blends really well. 10/10 banger, looking forward to the EP.

Ascensionism/Take Me Back To Eden by Sleep Token

The biggest band of the year was 100% Sleep Token. My Spotify was POSSESSED by their music this year, so obviously it was a tough choice to pick a song from their latest album so I cheated a little with the longest, most progressive songs of the record. Their music feels like a religious experience for me and the best example to this is Ascensionism, the "YOU MAKE ME WISH I COULD DISAPPEAR" line hits, the rap part fits perfectly, the guitars are heavy as balls, the piano intro is the perfect introduction, it's a 12/10 song, it's that good

And honestly I have the same feelings about Take Me Back to Eden. The titular song and its callbacks to Chokehold made me feel like I'm in a chokehold myself. The epitome of great songwriting was when from the nature sounds through rapping we got to the heaviest, low tuned breakdown of the last couple years

So there you have it, my personal top 10+1 list. If you read my review this far, thank you.

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[amore-fics]

Alphabet Challenge: C

Letter: C

Word: Closure

When his grandmother passed away, Alhaitham had been in a rush to get all the funerary necessities done. On top of that, he had to clean out her house and sell it. All of this, he had to do on his own. He had no shoulder to lean on, no time to really grieve her death. As he packed up her things, he couldn't help but hold back every emotion he felt. His grandmother, who had raised him since he was practically still in diapers, was now gone.

Alhaitham never truly grieved her over the years, after the fact. He never gave himself the chance to, even when he went through her things. The only time he allowed himself to get upset was when he accidentally broke the hourglass she had made him. It had an extreme amount of significance to him and he had been absolutely heartbroken when he shattered the glass of the edges. It was destroyed and the best gift he'd ever been given was gone.

Upon moving into the house he'd be living in as an adult, he put her things away in a box in a closet. He didn't want to look at them. He never wanted to again. But he couldn't bring himself to get rid of them either. They were his grandmother's things, and while he was not sentimental, she was his grandmother. And she meant the world to him growing up.

Today was the day of the anniversary of her death. Alhaitham did his best to ignore the reminder every year. He had never given himself the chance to grieve, even to this day. And he still wouldn't. He refused. What was the point? She was gone and he knew that. He knew she would be gone forever and he would never see her smile or the way her eyes lit up when she taught him something and he did it successfully...

Sitting in the study, Alhaitham was working, doing his best to rid his mind of the reminder of what day it was. Reading wouldn't do the trick. His mind would wander too far. He heard a knock at the door and he lifted his head, "What?" came his short and curt reply.

The door opened and Kaveh walked in, "As you know, I'm between projects right now. Don't be mad," he held up a finger, "I went through some boxes in a closet and I found something. Since I was in Ksharehwar, one of the things I know how to do is engineer something based on a design. I... knew what I had found was your grandmother's. I remember you talking about her a lot. And how much you admired her."

It took everything inside of him not to seize up at the mention of his grandmother. He clenched a jaw as he stared at Kaveh, waiting for the blonde to finish talking and leave him alone. Of all days, he didn't want to think about her today.

The architect stepped forward and pulled something from his back and placed it on the desk in front of Alhaitham, "So I made it. You... might already have one. I don't know. Maybe it's a waste, but--"

Kaveh's words stopped as Alhaitham stared at the package with an intense fixation. But the scribe did not look up from it. In the box was something his grandmother had designed. He had no idea what it could be. Had Alhaitham unknowingly kept some design of hers? He grabbed the box and slowly opened it.

His breath caught in his throat. It was the hourglass. The same one that he had broken when he was in a rush to sell her home. He put a hand to his face as he stared at it. All those years, every single one, of ignoring how much he missed his grandmother, culminated in this moment. He felt his breath choke out as his throat finally released its hold on the air.

A single tear slid down his cheek and he was quick to wipe it away. He cleared his throat, trying desperately to ignore the impending breakdown that was sitting in the back of his mind. He looked up at Kaveh, "That was... kind of you. Thank you." He thought that would be the end of it. That Kaveh would leave the room and leave Alhaitham to his stupid thoughts that he now wouldn't be able to rid himself of.

But he didn't. Kaveh stayed. He stared at him and Alhaitham took a deep breath, trying his hardest to keep his composure, his calm, while the man continued to stand there. He clenched his jaw, "What? What do you want?"

"I saw that tear," Kaveh spoke softly, taking a step closer to his desk, "I've never seen you cry about your grandmother before."

"Because I haven't. I have work to do," he shoved the box with the hourglass in it off to the side and picked his pen back up to look down at the work below him.

"Ever?" came Kaveh's voice. He sounded surprised, exasperated even, "Alhaitham, you know it's okay to grieve. Your grandmother was a big part of your life. And you've never cried over her? She--"

"No," came the scribe's stern voice as he looked up from the papers on his desk, "And I have no intentions to. She died when I was in my teens. It was a long time ago. There's no use in crying over it now, not over some... stupid trinket that she designed when I was a babe. She's never coming back. It doesn't matter if I cry--" his voice cut off by feeling the other's arms wrap around him, "What are you..."

"You're crying," Kaveh's spoke softly into the top of his head, "It's okay, you can cry. I'm here for you."

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Alhaitham closed his eyes and, for the first time since her death, cried. Having someone to hold him, akin to how she had all those years ago, was something he never knew he needed. And when he opened his eyes, he saw the hourglass and he found it hard to breathe. The tears kept dripping down his face and off the edge of his chin.

When he did speak, his voice was softer, almost a whisper, "She... had made me one when I was a child. And I broke it when I was packing her things. I... I had thought it gone forever..."

"It's not," Kaveh's voice was gentle on the top of his head, "I can make you a thousand more if you'd like."

A soft, breathy chuckle escaped Alhaitham's lips as he picked the trinket up out of the box. It was the closure he never thought he'd get, but it was definitely what he needed after all these years.

#haikaveh #genshin alhaitham #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin kaveh #alphabet challenge

[hykuluv512]

Life on the road, traveling for games for years, the punishing tournament circuit, had lost its luster. Bokuto Koutarou was about to disappoint everyone, everyone except the only one who mattered, when he made the announcement.

Akaaahi Keiji was not disappointed, but he did feel guilty and feared that Bokuto would regret his decision and ultimately resent his needy husband. Though, he didn't try to talk him out of it.

Instead, Akaashi made plans for all the things they never had time for. The plan was always to adopt a baby girl once Bokuto was home for good, so there were meetings to schedule and he just had to know that this was still what Bokuto wanted. He had loved this man for ten years and finally now felt their life could begin.

It was snowing heavily when Bokuto burst through the door, a happy smile in his voice.

"Hi my love. I'm home!" He pulled Akaaahi in for a sweet kiss and nuzzled him. Three men followed with his things from the MSBY house.

"Thanks for your help, guys."

"No problem, bro, we're gonna miss you." Meian said with tears clouding his eyes.

Hinata's voice was hoarse as he choked on his emotions.

Miya smacked Hinata on the back and said they should get a move on.

Akaashi smiled softly and invited them to stay for dinner. So once again their home was filled with laughter, booming voices, play by plays of everyone's best and worst moves as they entertained his teammates.

Bokuto caught his husband's eye and smiled reassuringly, he pulled Akaashi's hand to his lips, kissing each finger softly.

After saying goodbye, Bokuto lifted Akaashi high above him so he could gaze into ocean eyes. Slowly releasing Akaashi to his feet, he asked, "When do we meet with the agency?"

"Tomorrow, unless that's too soon." Akaashi's face flushed at his eagerness.

"It's not soon enough. I can't wait to meet our baby."

"What if no one picks us?" Akaashi voiced again.

"They would be crazy not to. In fact, I bet we will get picked by more than one birth mother."

"What do we do then?" Akaashi had never considered that. And Bokuto pressed him to his side as they sunk into the sofa.

"Then we take them both." His smile disarming, as he came to the most obvious conclusion.

"By next Christmas, I want to have our baby home with me." Akaashi sighed dreamily, imaging a tiny baby with bow lips and lots of hair, cuddling safe in his arms.

"With us. I will be here too, remember?" Bokuto laughed softly, pressing a kiss against Akaaahi's forehead.

"I love you." Akaashi sighed again as he took Bokuto's face in his hands.

"Love you more. I missed you. Every day that I wasn't home. I know you were worried, at least at first, but there was no one else but you. So if it's okay with you, while we wait for our family to grow, I just want to make up for all the nights you slept alone, all the times I had to cut our calls short, the birthdays that I wasn't here for. Even the times you wanted me, just as I wanted you, but instead of my touch on your skin or yours on mine, we only felt ourself.

I am thrilled we are finally going to be parents but I am really looking forward to being your husband first."

Akaaahi cried quietly, realizing it had been just as hard on his sweet husband, all the time apart. But Bokuto wasn't the only one cutting their calls short, Akaaahi did that often to make deadline. He used to fly out to wherever Bokuto was, to celebrate their birthdays or to spend their anniversaries together. His career, too, had been a priority, at first it was a lifeline, throwimg his all into his to stave off the lonliness. Then when he had proven himself, even bigger opportunities came along. It was time for both to focus solely on their marriage and family.

A year later, Akaashi straightened Bokuto's red bow tie, his fingertips dancing over his chiseled jaw.

"Wow!" Akaashi stood behind his husband in the full length mirror, "Just. Oh my gods, I can't believe you're mine."

"Yours." Bokuto preened and spun around.

"But look at you! I don't know how I'm going to keep my hands off you tonight." It was Akaashi's turn to preen.

"Yes, yes. You are both disgustingly gorgeous but if you want your photos to show that, then you better get out here. Now!"

Kuroo stood next to Kenma who was holding a plump baby girl in his arma with an adorably soft smile in his feline eyes.

"Looks like you're next, bro." Bokuto tapped Kuroo on the shoulder.

The disgruntled photographer, played by a most taxed Tsukkishima Kei, tried not to show how much he loved family Christmas photo shoots.

As the Bokutos beamed for the camera, worshipful of their tiny princess, he snapped ans zoomed and tskd.

"This is not going to be my best work, Bokuto moved around so much and Akaashi kept talking." He warned.

"Give me that!" Kuroo stole the SDR from his annoying friend's hands. Akaaahi looked at Bokuto, clearly disappointed.

"We can try again. I'm sorry. I thought I was gonna drop her." Bokuto sighed and shifted the baby, to carry her against his chest.

Kuroo held the camera out to Kenma who shook his head.

"Okay, well. How's tomorrow, Tsukki?" Akaashi began to loosen his black tie, letting it dangle.

Tsukki's cute boyfriend took the camera to put it away. Feeling the change in the air, Tadashi couldn't help the gasp that eacaped his lips.

He looked at Tsukki with a knowing look on his eyes and kept his mouth shut.

"We'll come back tomorrow afternoon," Tsukki said curtly and touched the baby's tiny fist before following Tadashi out the door.

The next day Akaaahi woke up to the sound if the bell, ready to murder the person on the other side if Maiyasima was awakened.

Throwing open the door, the frigid air stung his bare legs, as he found a smirking Tsukki carrying a large package.

"I thought you said afternoon." Akaaahi smoothed his hair and stepped aside to let Tsukki in.

Bokuto had thrown on some pajama bottoms but his chest was bare.

"Oh did I wake you? " Tsukki mocked.

"He did say afternoon." Bokuto's eyes dimmed.

"Blame Tadashi. He said I had to bring this over immediately.

"Is this?" Akaashi pointed to the rectangle wrapped in padding and cardboard.

"Merry Christmas," he said as Bokuto tore the wrapping off.

Akaashi's breath was takenn away. There was his beautiful angel tucked gently into the arms of her daddy, while he held her tiny finger. Both husbands' smiles dazzled and tears now filled his eyes.

"You said they were no good. All of you." Bokuto murmured.

"I just wanted you to be pleasantly surprised." Tsukki shrugged.

"Thank you, this is amazing." Akaaahi wiped his teary eyes.

"We're really happy for you guys, Maiya is so lucky." Tsukki smiled at his friends.

"We're the lucky ones."

Tsukki walked towards the door turning back, "We're gonna have a baby too." He smiled hugely.

"Really?" Akaashi knew they had talked to the same agency.

"Yeah, but we have a surrogate."

"That's wonderful. You and Tadashi will love it."

"Is it okay to which one of you...?" Bokuto asked clumsily.

"We won't know until the baby is born which one they used. We don't care. The baby is just ours." He said softly.

"Yes they will. That's all that matters."

Bottles and blankets, velvety toys and hummed lullabies, made their house feel like home.

#Soft BokuAka TSKYM kurokenChristmas wishes

[kassareo]

makemerunmore   / 29.11.2015

#bts #bangtan #btsgfx #networkbangtan #min yoongi #park jimin #jeon jeongguk #kim taehyung #jung hoseok #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #my edit #i made this for run anniversary and IT'S BEEN IN MY DRAFT FOR TWO YEARS #AHHHHHH #i missed the anniversary AGAIN but this time its one day only so i'm releasing the kraken #it's lq but it's vibey so i let it stay in hope that i'll have to redo some details #no time this fucking year and i refuse to let this edit marinate for one more damn year #so here it is #im kinda back hoorayyy #i really regressed since the last time i did smth but we'll see

[bluewinnerangel]

This is about One Direction.

Of course. Soooo I guess I just made a masterpost of times not saying things showed up in their lyrics. Not just 1D, but all of their solo work as well. It's a lot. I don't know if it's really uncalled for or super called for, you know to post this now, on (close to) their 11 year anniversary and all that, but it's been in my drafts for a while and it seems to be wtf are they, all this band does is lie central today so I'm just gonna release it. Here you have it. I'm sorry.

It’s loooaaaads of Zayn (but I mean he has the most lyrics too) but they’re all at it a bunch. If you're into song parallels / reoccurring themes / patterns as much as I am this is going to be gold, if not then its just a whole bunch of ~lines from songs and more songs~.

Anyway what pushed me to do this in general is how well it highlights they were and remain silent. On what exactly I can't tell you and that's the whole point, they apparently can't either. Here’s a fun gif while we cry over having way too many questions:

Times not saying stuff (or not listening/being heard, having secrets, truth/lying etc: lack of honest communication) showed up in their music below the cut:

Just be aware that loads of these are definitely taken out of context, and while for some it's just really funny that I list them here between more serious lines, for others it's not very fair, but for most I think the context actually doesn't matter that much as the theme / vibe and choices of wording things in music actually matter more than whatever concept of what a song is about its written into. So it's about the persistent theme here, whatever the context it's written into, and yaknow even if half of them can be explained away there's still the other half. (also i might have missed a lot but look at how much this is already) Anyway:

One Direction (don’t mind me ignoring the first 2 albums):

Midnight Memories

Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain - Story Of My Life

I know nothing's making sense, For tonight let's just pretend - Midnight Memories

Why is it so hard to say it? - Strong

So many words we're not saying - Strong

One day you'll come into my world and say it all - Something Great

One day you'll say these words, I've thought but never said - Something Great

The script was written and I could not change a thing, I want to rip it all to shreds and start again - Something Great

But you, you don't tell the truth - Little White Lies

And your eyes keep saying things - Little White Lies

I don't know how else to sum it up, 'Cause words ain't good enough, There's no way I can explain your love - Better Than Words

I whispered something in her ear that I just can't repeat - Alive

Four

Some say, "She's such a fake", That her love is made up - Girl Almighty

Spaces between us hold all our secrets, Leaving us speechless - Spaces

And you say, It's hard to keep a secret, Girl - Change Your Ticket

You're the truth I can explain, you're the only one I see, it's not an illusion to me - Illusion

Made in the A.M.

And if you like having secret little rendezvous, if you like to do the things you know that we shouldn't do - Perfect

All I ever wanted was the truth - Infinity

All I know at the end of the day, is you want what you want and you say what you say - End of the Day

I think I might give up everything, just ask me to, pay attention, I hope that you listen - If I Could Fly

In her eyes there's no lies, no lies, there's no question, she's not in a disguise - What A Feeling

Unexplainable, a love that only we could understand - Love You Goodbye

'Cause the truth is out, I realize that without you here life is just a lie - History

Saw your body language and I know how you're feeling, You look like the kind of girl that's tired of speaking - Temporary Fix

All my favourite conversations, always made in the A.M. Cause we don't know what we're saying, we're just swimming round in our glasses, and talking out of our asses - A.M.

Make a little conversation, so long I've been waiting, to let go of myself and feel alive - Home

Louis

All the smiles that I'm faking/Maybe I was lying when I told you "Everything is great, Everything is fucking great" - Miss You

It's not over 'til it's all been said - Just Hold On

But you only get half of the story - Just Like You

I'm just like you, If you only knew - Just Like You

Things we'd never say to someone else out loud, - We Made It

This is everything I've waited for, Now we can finally have a conversation, That I wish we could've had before - Too Young

And no amount of words will ever be enough - Walls

I took some time 'cause I ran out of energy of playing someone I heard I'm supposed to be - Habit

Tell me the truth, Tell me do you still remember feeling young, Strong enough to get it wrong, In front of all these people - Fearless

You know as well as I, it's all lies - Fearless

We're sleeping on our problems like we'll solve them in our dreams - Defenceless

Tryna find what to say to you, Been up all night, All night, running all my lines, But it's only the truth, Been up all night, Not sure how to say this right, Got so much to lose - Defenceless

But you don't have a thing to prove - Defenceless

tall stories on the page - Only The Brave

Nothing is original, there's nothing left to say, You won't be the first or be the last to bleed, Every broken heart as far as your eye can see, It's a copy of a copy of a copy - COAC

Harry

We don't talk about it, It's something we don't do - Meet Me In The Hallway

We don't talk enough, we should open up, before it's all too much, will we ever learn? We've been here before, it's just what we know - Sign of the Times

Tongue-tied like we've never known, Telling those stories we already told, 'Cause we don't say what we really mean - Two Ghosts

I always think about you and how we don't speak enough - Sweet Creature

Tell me something, tell me something, You don't know nothing, just pretend you do, Tell me something just before you go, Oh, tell me something I don't already know - ESNY

I told you, but I know you never listen, I hope you can see, the shape that I'm in - Woman

We haven't spoke since you went away, Comfortable silence is so overrated - From The Dining Table

You don't have to say you love me, You don't have to say nothing, You don't have to say you're mine, Honey - Adore You

Would you believe it? - Adore You

What do you mean? - Lights Up (THIS IS A JOKE ORRR ISSS ITTT)

Forget what I said, It's not what I meant, And I can't take it back, I can't unpack the baggage you left, What am I now? - Falling

And it kills me 'cause I know we've run out of things we can say - Falling

What if I'm someone you won't talk about? - Falling

He takes a boat out, Imagines just sailing away, And not telling his mates, He wouldn't know what to say - She

While he plays pretend, So pretend - She

I was just tongue-tied / I’m still tongue-tied - Sunflower, Vol 6

You gotta see it to believe it - Canyon Moon

Quick pause in conversation - Canyon Moon

Pretends not to know the words - Canyon Moon

I don't need all the answers - TPWK

I don't know what I'd tell you if you asked me for the truth - Anna

I don't ever tell you how I really feel, 'Cause I can't find the words to say what I mean, And nothing's ever easy, That's what they say - Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart

This by the way also demonstrates why I don’t think Harry&Louis have problems with miscommunication within their relationship but rather to the public, because:

Niall

And I want to tell you everything, the words I never got to say the first time around - This Town

Over and over the only truth, Everything comes back to you - This Town

And if you get lost in the light, It's OK. I can see in the dark, all your thoughts running through your head, the things you think better left unsaid - Since We’re alone

And I tell you things you've never heard before, asking questions to the ceiling - Flicker

Just the entire song Fire Away

She closed the door, She hides behind the face nobody knows, She feels her skin touch the floor, She wants to fight, But her eyes are tired, nobody's on her side, She wants to feel like she did before, She looks into her mirror, Wishing someone could hear her, so loud - Mirrors she is harry fight me

'Cause the last time that we talked seems like forever, and ever, feels like you don't even know me, just me and the stars can get lonely - Dear Patience

Can you see that I'm anxious? Can you hear what I'm saying? - Dear Patience

If I pour my heart out, can you keep a promise? - Dear Patience

'Cause the situation is like a mountain that's been weighing on my conscience, if I'm being honest - Dear Patience

I'm not saying that you're lying but you're leaving out the truth and I'm not saying that you're guilty 'cause I don't have any proof, feeling like I'm going crazy and I don't know what to do ‘cause on paper you don't break them but it hurts so bad the way you bend the rules - Bend The Rules

Just say nothing, small talk only gets in the way - Small Talk (LOL ORRR ISSS ITTT)

If we're not gonna do this honestly baby won't ya give me back what you took apart when I was on my knees in the darkness, you'd be there to break my fall, But now I'm lying here so helpless - Arms Of A Stranger

You don't have to change when I'm around you so go ahead and say what's on your mind. When you're with me, no judgement, you can get that from anyone else - No Judgement 

we don't have to prove nothing - No Judgement

I'll keep your secrets safe till the time we both find ourselves alone again - No Judgement

I want to let all my defenses down, scream until you hear me out, I'll lay it on the line for you, my mind's made up - San Francisco

So tell me you want it, a thousand miles away from the day that we started, but I'm standing here with you just tryna be honest, If honesty means telling you the truth - Still

Zayn

and I can’t tell you why because my brain can’t equate it, tell me your lies because I just can’t face it - It’s You

I won't cover my scars, I'll let 'em bleed so my silence won't be mistaken for peace - It’s You

So say what you wanna say, what you wanna, so say what you wanna say, what you gotta say, now, so say what you wanna say, what you want - BeFoUr

No strings for you to pull on, you've got your tongue in your cheek, so pardon if I don't speak - BeFoUr

'Cause I have no time to help you find all the words, melodies and memories, stories that sound absurd, I will tell no lies - rEaR vIeW

don't think because you're with me this is real - wRoNg

They don't know what I know, how long I've had to hold, you're like a commotion, all because of me, so take it off, let's break down all of our walls, right now, I wanna see it all, I don't wanna cool off, so let's cross the lines we lost. You were right on the border, No falling in, don't need no proof, Beautiful insanity, You're like a movie, change the scene, taste your sweet profanity - BoRdErSz (again this just looks like a sexy sexy thing OOORRRR ISSS ITTT)

The entirety of tRuTh but:

Don't know how many times, I've had to say this to you -  tRuTh

I won't point any fingers, I won't say it was you, I let life take its time, And in time you see the truth, I won't ask any questions, I won't say it was you, I'll let life take its time, And in time you see the truth, See the truth [8x] -  tRuTh

And in time you’ll see the truth. -  tRuTh

sit and talk shit all night, Does that make it right for smoke - lUcOzAdE

And the only solution is making shit confusing - lUcOzAdE

No lies in my eyes, nothing but truth will leave my mouth, I'm tryna fucking scream but the words won't come out, I'm, tryna fuckin' scream but the words won't come out - lUcOzAdE

Hey, what's up? It's been a while, Talking 'bout it's not my style - LIKE I WOULD (Also LIKE I WOULD I feel like in its entirety is like hey waddup my 1D bitches we still not talkinig huh but aflkjdslakfj)

What if I changed my mind? What if I said it's over? I've been flying so long, Can't remember what it was like to be sober, What if I lost my lives? What if I said game over? What if I forget my lines, And I lose all my composure? - Back To Life

I guess we all got a story, oh, Just tellin' mine, Change the scenario - Imprint

The entirety of Talk To Me, but:

The way that you say, The things that you do, I've been through, All of the games, All of the ways, That you've been fooled - Talk To Me

Talk to me, talk to me, yeah, oh, Talk to me, talk to me, Talk to me, talk to me, Talk to me, talk to me, Talk to me, TAAALLKKKTOTOOHHHMEEEHH sorry

Say your piece, The words that come out, Out of your mouth, I wanna hear - Talk To Me

We ain't keepin' no secrets - Talk To Me

Whispers in the background, Behind closed doors - There You Are

I don't mind, you can tell me your lies, I don't mind - I Don’t Mind

Street lamps lit like they're tryna teach us, I've seen this scene before, real life, The nature wrote the score, my lines - Good Guy

Cause I'm the one, the one, the one that you wish you knew - You Wish You Knew

Do you hear yourself when you speak? Do you see yourself desperately talkin' shit? Tryna act like you mad, I don't know you like that - You Wish You Knew

Aaand the entirety of Scripted again

I don't wanna say what's scripted - Scripted

When you lied to my face I could see the truth, Every step of the way I knew, How you fool me, boo - Entertainer

I watch you, I laugh away, fake it too - Entertainer

No one's playing no games, 'Cause that's basic, I'm being straight up, I know a fake love when I see it anyway - Entertainer

Cause now the whole damn world will know, That we're too numb and just too dumb to change the story, Neither one, one of us wants to say we're sorry - Good Years

hold the pain deep inside, It's in my eyes - Good Years

I think I need some fresh air, Feelin' under pressure, Don't wanna talk about it, Don't even get me started - Fresh Air

The truth won't break my heart, No, don't you worry, I already know oh oh, Too many bones inside your closet, You thought you buried deep, But they never let me get a minute of peace, How do you sleep? - Rainberry

Lost in the moment with no words to speak, I can't find no peace - Insomnia

Like I know I can't take it back, No there's nothing I can say, Must be an addiction, I wanted it all, didn't expect it to fall, Must be an affliction, I wanted to call, but I didn't call, Now it's keeping me up night and day, Keeping me up night and day - Too Much

When the room becomes a game we play, When lines they seem to turn to snakes, I guess I'll turn you back, Say white lies to your face, You know I love my place, Nothing I can say, Nothing I can say (nothing I can say) - Too Much

[Video interlude:] [Cop:] Your life in the daytime is over. There's eyes on you everywhere. You know that, right? I'm watching you. My crew's watching you. You know your little homies? They pissed off. They mad at you, bro. Your name is mud on the streets. Oh, I know who you are. [Zayn:] You don't know me. - Dusk Till Dawn

We were shut like a jacket - Dusk Till Dawn

You play your role and I play the same - Still Got Time

Zayn’s got a fking album called Nobody Is Listening

Really just Calamity as a whole again, but ok:

I prefer speaking in analogies - Calamity

Nobody, nobody is listening to me, Nobody, nobody is listening, Nobody, nobody is listening to me, Nobody, nobody is listening to me - Calamity

In too deep, we're rearranged, Now you wanna ask for names, We can't let this fruit go bad, Saying things we can't take back, In too deep, we're rearranged, Say you feel the same, Why? - Better

I know I'm always in my head, Some things, they must be said - Outside

Won't tell no lies, no lies to you - Vibez

It's like a force we can't explain - Connexion

So tired of fake friends, And fake love, you know, No time for no lie - Unfuckwitable

Forget whatever you been told - Unfuckwitable

Tightrope sounds like he’s ready to tell all, just the whole thing again.

Answers that will lie inside myself, What will I leave behind me? Where will I choose to go? To tell the truth, I'm tired of falling, When I'm floating I'm closer to you, We can't control all the outcomes, Let go of the reins, ride the rhythm, Doubled my vision, ain't fairly new to this feeling, Searchin' for meaning, still don't believe it, Stopped at the ceiling, all these years - River Road

Liam

This is only and all just Say It All basically one of the few songs he wrote and release is a wholeass song decidated to the point here:

Say what you want, say what you want

Now that just leaves you all of this shit, all of the bliss, tell me something real

Walls going up like we strangers, took me forever to say this

Baby, we should say it all, say it all, There's beauty in these broken walls, broken walls, Holding back is criminal, criminal

One of us should make the call, make the call

Baby, we should say it all, say it all

Sometime's it's bad

Baby, I know that you nervous

Sick and tired

SORRY ABOUT THIS

#HOW are we tagging this #all this band does is lie #miscommunication #themes? #welikeparallels #smart things with lyrics #so fking many lyrics god what to do here #liars #shitty little liars #pretty little shit liars

[nakedmossy]

Cruel Summer - Part 1 [JJ x Reader]

[A/N: Hi again. I've missed you. It was time for something new. I found this story in a dream. Prepare for a mental trip, it's indicative of the year i've had. This is gonna go in a million different directions and I can't say i'm surprised. Ive written two chapters and i'm already like ...well, fuck it i'm posting it...I needed to get back into writing and this is what I got so enjoy. I have a playlist I used while writing, comment if you want it shared. As always, not that any of us need the reminder....but there will be adult content (whatever that means) and language and NSFW content so...keep me off your screen at the dinner table. Love y'all ...Mossy x]

You ease your car into park, your hand resting on the gear shift, the tires slowly rocking back and forth on the soft ground as the engine dies. Sunlight streams through your windshield as a cloud of dust and sand settles around the car, and you feel a trapped breath release from deep in your chest. The quiet, melodic hum of music relaxes your shoulders and through the trees you can see the water rhythmically hitting the shore.

You haven’t been here in a few weeks and you're starting to feel it; the tight and uncomfortable tensing in your muscles, the locked jaw, the flat expressions. The closer it gets to the anniversary the more you feel the need to visit. But the frequency of your visits is dictated by Her, and She keeps tabs on your whereabouts a lot these days. ‘Its not healthy to spend so much time there’ She would say to you, while pulling a Valium out of her bag to slide towards you. She has your therapist on speed dial on the landline. And she blames you for living in the past. Ironic.

You pull your keys out of the ignition, unbuckle your seatbelt, and let your muscle memory guide you out of the car and through the trees to the edge of the embankment where the sand and the sea grass take over. Flashes of Lacey running down the beach in front of you, looking back over her shoulder and laughing, are burned into your eyelids when you blink. She was everywhere here, every corner of this beach belonged to her. Her towel spread out on the sand at your feet, books with water damaged pages scattered across it, her bag tossed lazily to the side. Her board perched against the log you used to dry out your wetsuits. Her camera.

You close your eyes and listen to the wind move through the grass, her laugh echoing off the rocks. Come on! She would laugh with an outstretched arm. Come take a picture with me.

Her lips were supple and her nose was sun kissed, her hair bleached and tousled from the saltwater. She would motion for you to come over and you would go, because you always did, to fit into the frame next to her, cramming yourself in wherever you could after she found her best angle. She would hold up the camera and wrap her arm around you tightly, the smell of her tanning oil and sweat floating around you in a heady cloud, and at the last moment she would press her lips to your cheek and whisper cheese.

You blink and look at the water again, a seagull squawking as it flies over the empty beach. Reaching into your jeans pocket and feeling for the photo, you pull it out and look down, the moment she clicked the button frozen in time on the paper in your hand. Her side profile was radiant, the wind blowing her hair around her lips which were pressed to your face, you looked straight at the camera with a shy smile, a hidden smile, a quiet smile. An honest smile.

You run your thumb across the picture reflexively before sighing and putting the picture back in your pocket, it was one of the last photos you had together and it was one of the only ones you could clearly make out your own face. That always bothered you. Now you’ll never forget how happy we were today. I love you. She shook the polaroid until it was developed, then pressed it into your chest and winked, waiting for you to grab ahold of it, before turning on her heal and running towards the water.

Your chest burns for a moment before you straighten up and set your jaw. You feel good today, closer to her than usual. Today might be the day. You follow the path through the dunes towards the water and concentrate on the tide, watching the foam and the water snake along the shoreline. It’s windy, but not as windy as it usually is this time of day. The sky, clear and clean of any clouds, is the colour of blue that reminds you what happiness is. Or was, you know, before all the shit happened. When life was something you had the ability to process, sometimes even enjoy.

Now or never. Your head whips up at the sound of her voice and you see her, standing in the water. You feel the blood rush to your face, your core warming. There she is, running a hand up her stomach towards her chest and smiling at you, the kind of smile that would get good people into bad situations.

Slowly you slide your sneakers off and kick them aside, wiggling the sand between your toes. You’re not wearing a bikini but the beach is empty, so you close your eyes and listen to Lacey laughing from the water, come on scaredy cat, nobodies looking, as you peel your top off and drop it into the sand beside your shoes. You unbutton your shorts next and let them slide down your legs, stepping out of them hesitantly.

Lacey walks out of the water, so you keep your eyes closed, knowing if you open them she will be gone, and you wait for her to bite her lip and smile at you. There. Look at your body. You’re beautiful. Come on. She guides you towards the water with nothing but her own bare skin and confidence, nothing could ever touch her. You know its only a few steps until your feet are in the water, you should open your eyes and look around to make sure nobody is watching, but you don’t get to see her often anymore between the Valium and the other stuff, so you forgo it for a few more seconds. Today is the day, you have to do it. Time is running out. She’s all but told you as much.

“I miss you” You say, but your voice sounds foreign and it breaks and scatters into the wind.

Im right here. Lacey smiles at you like she always did, her crooked dimpled grin, her perfectly straight white teeth, her eyes shining. Now shut up and get in the water.

You feel the warm dry sand turn to wet firm sand beneath your feet, you know you’re close. It’s ours, all of it. The water. Just let go and let the Ocean carry you. You’re weightless. Isn’t it perfect?

Your breathing is shallow and your palms are clammy. There’s a tingling sensation in your thighs and you feel dizzy. You have to open your eyes. No, don’t. Not yet. Stay with me.

The water touches your toes and your eyes shoot open, you recoil and lose your footing, falling backwards. You crab crawl away from the water until the tide retreats and you feel your vision tunnelling as Lacey fades into the sunbeam above the water.

You scramble back to your clothes and pull your shorts above your sand stained underwear, your shirt smoothing your hair down as it settles back over your shoulders. You take a few deep breaths until your heart rate slows down. A tear springs up and sits in your eye for a few moments before falling and drying on your cheek. The beach is the best place to cry. The ocean is loud so nobody hears you, and the sun is hot so the tears dry fast.

You don’t want to turn around and look back at the water, you know she won’t be there. You’re alone, properly alone, just like she said you would be, psychic bitch. If she hadn’t been so charismatic and beautiful and conveniently wealthy, people would have outcasted her for being a freak a long time ago. What with all the tealeaves and palm readings and ‘gut feelings’. But they never did, her family had more money than the Kennedys and she looked like she walked runways for fun on the weekends, so she was untouchable. Your stomach starts to turn as you think about it so you blink the ground in front of you back into focus and start walking.

You have a few minutes of freedom left before She starts calling and asking where you are, so you walk slow to savour it. Who knows when you would be allowed out long enough again to go back.

You emerge from the tree cover into the parking area, pondering how many different routes you can take to get home to elongate the drive, when you hear a car door close. You look up, pulled from your thoughts, and squint to see through the bright sun.

“‘Scuse me!” A voice says, deep and friendly. A silhouette is moving towards you, so you bring your hand up to block the sun from your eyes. “Hey, sorry, do you live around here?”

You blink a few times as the silhouette gets closer and make out the figure of a tall man with wispy hair and baggy shorts.

“Sorry?” You reply, still trying to get a clear image.

“Im just trying to find the Marina but I have taken at least 5 of these side roads and all I keep finding is empty damn parking lots.” The man stops a few feet from you, close enough that you can make out a tan face with a toothy grin, and blonde hair. “First one with a pretty girl though, so I must be going the right way.” He smiles at you confidently, shielding his own eyes from the sun, but still squinting.

You look back over your shoulder to the beach, confirming Lacey is gone. You turn and look at the man who is watching you intently, hopefully, and smile quietly.

“Yeah, it’s uh…its just back on the main road, go 3 clicks south and take a right at the fork. You’ll see a fancy sign for a beach club, it’s just past that.” You look past him to the old Ford truck with rusted wheel wells and smile to yourself. “Assuming you’re not going to the beach club.”

The man laughs and smiles, looking over your shoulder at the beach before his eyes settle back on you. “Nope. Never been to one of those…legally.” He winks and backs up a few steps, then nods and says “Thanks” before turning and walking back towards his truck. He slows as he reaches it and stops, then turns back and pivots before jogging back to you.

You wait and watch, curious. He stops a few steps away and stretches out his hand.

“Sorry. That was rude of me. Im JJ.”

#jj maybank #jj x reader #rudy pankow #obx fanfiction #obxedit #nakedmossywrites #cruel summer

[taramaclaywasaterf]

Hey guys, I know I said I was taking a break. And I am. I’m not actually, like, back back. I just need to vent, I guess.

For those who don’t know, my grandfather committed suicide. He’d been battling lung and stomach cancer for years, and the pain had gotten so unbearable that I guess he couldn’t take it anymore. He’d been in and out of the hospital for years, and the whole month leading up to his death, he was home maybe 4 nights total, the rest spent in the hospital. My dad found him. We’ve been grieving together. It’s been hard.

My family doesn’t really get along that well. Basically just me and one of my cousins are really close, but that's it. My grandfather was kinda the glue that was keeping everyone together. His death was kind of like the final string that was tying us all together being severed.

I don’t know. The police had to come. It was really really bad. They had to make sure he wasn’t murdered.

I just hope it was quick. I hope he’s with my grandmother now. That she was waiting for him on the other side, wherever that may be. That he’s not in any pain anymore. That he knows I love him so fucking much.

As for me, I just feel…I just feel fucking numb. This happened two days after the anniversary of the death of my best friend, and less than a month after the death of Trevor Moore, a comedian whose sketches made me laugh during the worst times of my childhood and whose sudden death really fucked me up.

I kinda just shut down. I didn’t really cry at all the first day. The second day all I did was cry. After that, its like my body physically stopped letting me feel anything at all. I’m just numb. And tired. And my fucking head hasn’t stopped hurting.

I walked around his house and got some things I wanted. Some old photos. Cards I made him when I was little that he kept all these years. Some love notes my grandmother wrote him when they were young. His favorite hat. I found a photo from his wedding to my grandmother, and its now hanging above my bed. Its crazy how much I look like her. How happy he looked to have her in his arms.

I also brought home his cat. I was terrified he wouldn’t fit in with my two cats and dog. But after a bit of a shaky start, and a lot of hours spent sitting with him trying to get him to trust me, he’s settled in. My grandpa rescued him from a shelter when he was a few years old. He loved my grandfather more than anything. I can tell he’s still mourning him, like we all are. But I like to think we’ve been helping each other get through it. I hope my grandfather knows I have him. That he’s not going anywhere. That he’s safe with me, and he’s happy and warm and loved. He’s curled up on my lap right now as I write this. He’s purring quietly.

I miss him. I wish I told him more that I love him. I wish I spent more time with him. I wish I could’ve at least said goodbye. I’ve been through a lot of grief in my life, and it never fucking gets easier. I wish I could take this feeling out of me leave it somewhere for a while. I wish I could fix things. I wish my dad didn’t have to see what he saw. I wish I could make it better for him. I wish this wasn’t how things were.

As for how I am right now, well, I’m laughing. Hysterically. And crying. A lot. I took a break writing this post because it was getting too hard, so I distracted myself by watching dumb videos on my phone. Until this video of Trevor Moore popped up in my Youtube recommended:

And now I genuinely can’t fucking stop laughing. Like, holy fucking shit, Trevor. You really had a way of making jokes that are flat out prophetic, huh? Here I’ve been, on the verge of relapse for the past month over how bad your death fucked ME up, and here you are, years ago, calling me out for how completely and utterly ridiculous I am. And the fact that I’m even writing THIS right NOW makes it even worse! Look at me, acting as if you fucking died to make me learn a fucking lesson! As if my own fucking grandfather died to make me appreciate life more! As if my best friend wrapped her goddamn car around a tree just to make me realize how precious fucking friendships are! As if the entire fucking universe revolves around deliberately fucking my life up! Its pathetic! Its fucking tragic and fucked up and absolutely mind-blowingly fucking pathetic! And yet here I am, writing on the fucking internet to you, Trevor, still doing the same fucking thing! And I can't fucking stop laughing, because this is the most Trevor fucking thing I can possibly think of!

Like. I don’t even know what to do anymore, guys. I know I said I’d be taking a break, and I still am. I just needed to get this out. I don’t want to bother my friends with it, they’re worried enough about me as it is right now. They're kinda treating me as if I'm made of glass right now, which I understand, but its still frustrating. I know they just want me to be ok, and just want to keep me from doing anything stupid and fucking up my life again, but still. Being treated like a paper doll at a waterpark is getting tiring. I guess it just speaks to how entirely not-great I'm doing- that even my closest friends aren't making jokes about this shit- they're acting like I'm some fragile fucking child. But yeah.

Again, I know they mean well, and they just really don't want to see me get sucked down into that fucking void again, but I want to be distracted from all the fucked up things in my life. I want to laugh about it, and not be constantly fucking reminded of how bad things are every time I catch them looking at me like I'm some sad little puppy dog they found on the side of the road.

Oh! to top it all off, I got a letter in the mail yesterday. From my mother. Who I haven't spoken to in around a decade, because she was an abusive addict who made my childhood hell. She wants to have fucking coffee and "catch up." Jesus fucking christ, why now. Seriously. Why fucking now? Nothings been released publicly about my grandfather yet- the only people who know about it is immediate family, and everyone on my dad's side of the family fucking hates my mom almost as much as I do, so there is no way in hell anyone told her about it. So this is just a total coincidence. A giant fucking cosmic "fuck you." (Oh, look, there I go again thinking my existence is meaningful enough to the entire enormity of the universe that it would target me specifically to fuck with! Jesus fucking christ!) Like, I swear to god this fucking woman has some sort of alarm in her brain that says "oh hey, my daughter is at one of the the lowest points in her life?? Time to drop on by and say hello!!!!"

Just...I don't even know. Fuck. I don't know how the fuck I'm gonna get through all this shit, yall.

Well. Anyway. Thats it for now.

Find Kony 2012, I guess.

[cheri-translates]

Hi Cheri~ I'm not sure if you've translated this already but I can't seem to find any for the 2nd anniversary PV. If you'd be okay to translate it >U< (And it's kinda late because we're at the 3rd anniversary already HAHAHAHHA) Thank you~ youtu. be/ PjLlugB4Uv0

( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡ Hello~ I haven’t watched it before this request so I had a fun time melting into a puddle of feels! 

Link to the PV here

Spoiler warning: Contains lines from dates which have not been released in CN!

There are overlaps of their lines in the middle portion, and not everything is subtitled. So I based it off what I could hear after straining my poor ears T-T 

Victor: When I was very young, I saved a silly girl. Afterwards, this girl grew up. She’s stubborn, kind, and gentle. I hope she can be a little smarter. Yet, I feel that such a foolish her is even more beautiful.

Gavin: Before I was seventeen, the ginkgo leaves in my school were common and ordinary to me. But ever since that gust of wind, the drifting ginkgo leaves seemed to gain a warmth. I think - that must be the warmth you gave to them.

Kiro: On a spring day, a little bunny met a lonely little bear in the great plains. The little bear didn’t speak. The little bear gave all the honey to her.

Lucien: I'm always solving question after question. Knowledge, interpersonal relationships, the ultimate meaning to everything... After meeting you, I no longer cling to that riddle. Rather, I’ve already solved all the riddles.

-

Victor: When the entire city is at your feet, the unease in one’s heart will vanish.

Victor (left ear): When will you finally understand? 

Victor (right ear): It’s all right. I’m patient. I’ll wait for you to see the light slowly.

Victor: There’s only one thing you should always be happy about. And it’s that you’re the person I’ve decided on. There’s only been you. 

Victor (left ear): Even if it isn’t in a fairytale...

Victor (right ear): I wish for you to be healthy and live a long life.

Victor (left ear): I can give you a happy and perfect ending. 

Victor (right ear): No matter what challenges you face, you can overcome them. 

Victor: We still have a lot of time. No matter how much time you need, it’s all right.

-

Gavin: In my memories, there’s only how you looked like in high school. Back then, your hair was even longer than it is now.

Gavin: Special Officer B-7. I’ve identified fluctuations in Loveland City. I’ve sent the coordinates over.

Gavin: What you think justice is?

Gavin (right ear): When I was falling, she was the one who held onto me tightly. 

Gavin (left ear): In the future, no matter what happens, don’t be afraid. I’m always here. 

Gavin (right ear): I really want to be with you, just like this. 

Gavin (left ear): As long as you’re here, there’s nothing I’m afraid of.

Gavin (right ear): Leave the rest to me.

Gavin: I will do I say and accompany you till we’re old. There’s no need for anything else.

-

Kiro (left ear): Sometimes, I’ll wonder...

Kiro (right ear): Those fresh flowers and applause...

Kiro (left ear): Do they really belong to me?

Kiro: Hello, I'm a hacker. My name is KEY.

Kiro: Because...

Kiro (left ear): Only you can awaken me from the darkness. 

Kiro (right ear): No matter when.

Kiro: I've found you, Miss Chips!

Kiro (right ear): Congratulations! The blue carton stores Kiro. It’s for you!

Kiro: Some people discover miracles. And others create miracles.

Kiro (left ear): Mmhmm, I’m a childish ghost. Miss Chips is the cutest!

Kiro: To me, your existence has always been a miracle.

Kiro: I like you. I like you... I like you the most.

-

Lucien: Being able to meet her is my fortune. I've studied a lot of people but my pressing desire has only surfaced for one person.

Lucien: Right now, I don’t have the certainty of holding onto her.

Lucien (right ear): Could you... teach me love?

Lucien (left ear): Everything we’ve experienced together is very dazzling.

Lucien (right ear): You have no idea how proud you made me feel.

Lucien: Do you know that perhaps time could heal everything?

Lucien: You’re the only fragment which wouldn’t be smoothened with time.

Lucien: This time, don’t reject me again.

Lucien: All the beautiful things in my life seem to be related to you.

-

Shaw: With me around, what’s there to be afraid of? Just trust me. 

Shaw (right ear): Your reaction... 

Shaw (left ear): I look forward to any of the answers you show me.

Shaw (right ear): Just makes one can’t help but want to tease you a little more. 

Shaw: To me... you're a very important person.

-

Kiro: Hm? You want to know what happened to the little bunny and little bear afterwards?

Victor: What I feel about that silly girl from my heart?

Gavin: The ginkgo leaves will ride with the wind, continuing even more stories.

Lucien: You’re asking me what the riddles and its answers are?

Shaw: Why I chose you?

Words on the screen: In every day of the future, I’ll tell you slowly.

Words on the screen: Living up to the days ahead. The only love is you.

#extra cherries

[ga-yuu]

I thought I would have some fun! Since IkeGen’s 2nd anniversary is just around the corner, and mostly likely the next route would of Kagetoki. I was just scrolling through twitter to pass time,(because that’s my life now, since the lockdown started again!) I found something interesting!

Yeah! I missed it. So I decided to translate it now. So basically, this is the reward for making Kagetoki, the 9th best man in the Genjiden 1st anniversary election. Its called ‘Kagetoki Kagekini News.’ The newscaster, Kagetoki, will be reporting on the events of the Genji Den. So let’s start!!!!

Breaking News!! Suspect Yoshitsune and two others have been detained by a certain Karasu Tengu!

Kagetoki: “The suspects Minamoto no Yoshitsune, Nasu no Yoichi, and Musashibo Benkei have been taken into custody by a certain Karasu Tengu, the victim. The three are suspected of breaking the victim's incense burner and were planning to cover up the crime. Let us hope for a swift and severe punishment.”

Yoshitsune: "There is no room for apologies. I'm sorry, Kurama. I had no idea that an incense burner was so fragile. --Instead, let me prepare a new shiny object that you like. I don't know if I have the discernment to choose such a thing.”

Yoichi: "Hey, how come they even know that we were trying cover-up? Where did you see it?　No, actually I feel bad too. I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I'm not the only one. ......But I underestimated Yoshitsune-sama's honesty.”

Benkei: “ Yoshitsune-sama is pure and innocent. More importantly, Kagetoki, your desire for severe punishment is entirely your own personal wish!　You should be more impartial in your reporting. ...and Kurama. I'm sorry. I'll make you some tasty snacks, so please forgive us for now.”

Kurama: "You thought you could pull the wool over my eyes, you fool. I will have that new shiny object and those delicious sake and snacks. But if it's not to my liking, you'll have to know that I won't let you get away with it. ...First of all, Sueharu, bring me a list of the items you're offering.”

Sueharu: "Yes, yes, you're a product expert, aren't you? If you ask me, I'll prepare first-class products for you (at first-class prices, of course.) Oh, you're ordering everything from here to here?　That's Yoshitsune-sama and Kurama!　--Thank you again for everything.”

........................

Breaking News!!! The Two Minamoto brothers has been arrested. An epic sibling rivalry led to an explosion!

Kagetoki: "Suspects Minamoto no Yoritomo and Minamoto no Yoshitsune have been arrested. According to eyewitnesses, the two were staring at each other with their swords drawn when suddenly a vacant house in the vicinity exploded and scattered. They are suspected to be related. ...Is this a case of involvement due to an epic sibling quarrel?”

Yoshitsune: "I didn't expect to be arrested every day. But this time I plead not guilty. It is true that I myself and Yoritomo-sama were pointing swords at each other, but the explosion that followed is beyond my knowledge. ...And please don't call it a brotherly quarrel.”

Yoritomo: "You've got some nerve arresting me here. But I'm not guilty either. I ran into Yoshitsune, who was scouting in Kamakura, and I drew my sword. I saw a black shadow just before the house was blown up. I think we should investigate him first...... And don't call it a sibling rivalry.”

Shigehira: "--and why is Yoritomo-sama being arrested!　I'm not sure what to make of this, but I'm sure it's something that's going to be a big deal for the Shogunate.  ...... A mysterious black shadow, then. I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I'm not the only one who has a problem with this.”

Morinaga: "What is this feeling? When I heard that Yoritomo-sama was arrested for fighting with his brother, I naturally smiled. ...Oh, I'm sorry, can you please edit out that sentence?　I think Yoritomo-sama is going to say something to me. And I understand about the investigation. Let's do our best, Shigehira.”

..................

Further News. The real perpetrator of the explosion has been arrested.

Kagetoki: "Continuing news. The real culprit in the bombing of the vacant house yesterday has been arrested. The suspect is Abe no Yasuchika, as most of us expected. He is suspected of releasing demons throughout Kamakura. The suspect made a joking statement, saying that he had no ill will toward the demons.”

Yasuchika: "Oh no, I really didn't mean to offend you.　I was just going for a light walk and because the newly captured demon wanted to play outside. But when I saw Yoritomo-sama and Yoshitsune-sama having a sibling quarrel, I got scared and accidentally popped him!”

Ibuki: "You accidentally popped it. ...That looks like a pretty interesting toy. Hey Yasuchika, let me borrow that demon. You need a walk, don't you?　I'll take you out somewhere more exciting and with a better view.”

Akihito: "Oh dear. I don't know what kind of "exciting" walk we'll have if Ibuki is in charge. Anyway, Kagetoki, what do you mean most of us were right?　Yasuchika is such a good and honest boy. ...You think so too, don't you?”

Tamamo: "Kagetoki, you're completely right about this. If something happens, it's usually Yasuchika's or Ibuki's fault, let's just say that. ...Hmm?　You think I'm going to cause a scene?　I don't think so. Whenever I mess with you, it's always out of love, right?”

...............................

Latest News!! Kajiwara Kagetoki, the suspect has been caught red-handed. .....Huh?

Kagetoki: "Is this the last news? Well, let's end with a spectacular revelation. In fact, Yoritomo-sama looks like a *beep*, Shigehira is a *beep*, and Morinaga is a *beep*, excuse me, there seems to be some kind of regulated sound. And then came the breaking news. The suspect, Kajiwara Kagetoki, has been arrested. ...Huh?”

Kagetoki: "It seems that I am suspected of leaking confidential information. It is a shame that I am a whistleblower for the Shogunate. I am indeed a member of the Shogunate, but in this moment, I am a man who lives to report the truth. Don't worry, I will keep my revelations to a level that will avoid social extermination.”

Shigehira: "Nothing is safe!　Such an embarrassing secret of mine... I mean, why did Kagetoki-san know about that thing in the first place?　I'm afraid of his normal information gathering ability. Up until now, I've been able to rely on him because he's on my side, but I can't believe how troublesome he'll be if someone gets in his way...”

Yoichi: "Wow, this is interesting. I'd like to say ......, but I'm wondering when the target will turn on us. I'm sorry for Shigehira, but I'll pray that he doesn't get caught up in this. I'm sure he'll be happy to hear that.”

Yoritomo: "I told you to go make one last splash, but here you are. Now you are angry that Morinaga touched the glasses you dropped this morning with his bare hands and put his fingerprints on them. I'll forgive you if you want to take revenge on Morinaga personally. The only thing I don't understand is why you revealed it to me first.”

Morinaga: "Isn't it because Yoritomo-sama blew it out loud when I picked up his glasses?　But it seems that I was lucky enough to avoid being exposed. Oh, by the way, Kagetoki, here's an apology for you. Here are your new glasses!”

Kagetoki: "I will also request additional precious books from the Song Dynasty for Morinaga. ...Well, I guess it's time for me to finish. If my dog can wait properly, the news may come back to me again someday. You can wait until then, right?　--I'll see you back here someday.”

#ikemen series #ikemen genjiden #ikemen genjiden kagetoki #ikemen genjiden yoritomo #ikemen genjiden yoshitsune #ikemen genjiden morinaga #ikemen genjiden shigehira #ikemen genjiden tamamo #ikemen genjiden benkei #ikemen genjiden yoichi #ikemen genjiden kurama #ikemen genjiden sueharu #ikemen genjiden yasuchika #ikemen genjiden ibuki #ikemen genjiden akihito

[khoicesbyk]

A/N: I'm officially obsessed with Wolf Bride and what does one do when she's obsessed with a certain book? She writes an AU about it! 😁 So, Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Roman (LI) and Naia Evans (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and certain original characters, created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 1,970 words.

Prompt Time! Since this is what consider to be a Drabble I’m using @wackydrabbles Prompt #77 “I didn’t mean to worry you.” It’ll be in bold in black.

Song And Story Inspiration: Fallen (Video Edit)-Mya | Break Of Dawn-Michael Jackson

Tag List: @lifeaskim @choiceslady @pixie88 @lucy-268 @bebepac @sfb123 @secretaryunpaid @choicesficwriterscreations @wackydrabbles

If you’d like to be added to my tag list. Just reblog or dm me and I will gladly add you. 😁😘

This story is ongoing as the game chapters are released weekly. So as soon as I read them (or reread the latest chapter), I’ll write the chapters to this story.

This series is rated Mature. It is NOT reading material that is safe for those under 18. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!

Chapter 1.) Call Of The Wolf.

It had been a 3rd straight week of weird dreams for Naia Evans. She would wake up in a cold sweat, a racing heartbeat and goosebumps on her skin. And like clockwork she would lay in bed staring up at the ceiling for 2 hours. And when she was never able to go back to sleep, she would put on jogging shorts and a tank top and go for an early morning run to clear her head.

All of her dreams started after she did research about her mom’s hometown of Hunt’s Peak West Virginia. She wanted to know more about it. Because every time she asked her mother about Hunt’s Peak, her mother immediately shut her down. She was all but forbidden to mention it, but it didn’t stop her from wanting to learn more.

She would look up Hunt’s Peak on Google and see pictures of the forest, mountains and the town square. She would think of meeting the uncle she never knew. But mostly, she wondered why her mother left a seemingly sleepy town in a mountainous area.

After her early morning run, Naia hopped in the shower then got ready for work.

Life for her was as normal as it gets.

She was born Naia Michelle Evans on October 30th 1988 in Raleigh North Carolina to Laurie and Shane Evans. And being an only child, she was spoiled rotten, especially by her daddy. She had a good job as an interior designer. But she wasn’t so lucky in the love department though. After two failed relationships, Naia was back to living at home with her parents in the Washington D.C. area. Although in some way, she felt somewhat unfulfilled. She felt like there was always something missing but could never figure out what it was or why she felt that way.

After coming home from a long day of work, she was in the shower. After the bathroom filled with steam and she stepped inside the shower, she heard a voice.

“Beloved.”

It was a man's voice. One she’d heard for weeks now.

“Come.”

“No.”

She leaned against the shower wall.

“Go away!” She whined.

“Come home.”

She groaned and closed her eyes trying to block it out.

“Come to me…”

When she opened her eyes, the voice was gone. It was just her and a hot shower. She showered, changed into her pajamas then climbed into bed and went to sleep and began to dream. In her dream is where she saw a wolf.

But she wasn’t scared. Strangely, she was calm even a little bit curious. She watched its fur bristle as it walked towards her. As it got closer, she saw its beautiful eyes.

They were golden and bored into her. When she reached out to touch the wolf, it changed into a man. He was what she always known as tall, fine and chocolate. But the one thing that struck her were his eyes. They were just as golden as the wolf’s eyes.

He reached out a hand and she took it. Soon she was in his arms, looking up at him. She felt safe, wanted, needed and desired. She felt his strength and passion while she stood in his arms. She reached up to touch his face and watched him lean into her touch. He looked real. And when he kissed her, he felt real. Her knees felt weak and her body temperature skyrocketed. She needed him just as much as he needed her. Her body yearned for him. Her heart raced. And when their kiss ended, she was dizzy.

It felt real to her. She wanted more, especially after seeing his golden eyes. She felt a connection with this dream man and couldn’t explain it.

“Touch me…” she begged.

He tilted her chin up then whispered, “soon Beloved. Very soon we’ll be together.”

She woke up gasping for air right after those words were uttered. Breathing heavy, heart pounding in her chest and in a cold sweat with goosebumps all along her arms. Just like many nights before but this time was different. Because her body felt like it was on fire. Craving to be touched but not just by anyone. Her body craved him and his touch. When her heart stopped racing and her breathing calmed down she checked to see what time it was.

4:45am.

That’s the time her phone read after she woke up.

She sighed to herself and laid back down then eventually went back to sleep. Dreaming of his golden eyes. As weird as that dream was to her, she wanted it again. She wanted to see him again. She wanted to feel his arms around her again. She wanted to kiss him again.

Later that morning after breakfast she was in the kitchen, having a conversation with her daddy about Hunt’s Peak.

“I don’t know why you won’t but I wish you would drop this, Naia.”

“Daddy you know why I can’t.”

“Naia I’m not having this conversation with you.”

“You and mama never do! It’s like you’re ashamed to tell me anything!”

“There’s a reason for that! Just leave it alone!”

“Why won’t you tell me?”

Just then her mother walked into the kitchen and their conversation.

“Because it’s better for you to never know. Baby I know you want to know but it’s nothing that concerns you!” Her mother snapped at her.

“But mom!” She began to protest.

“No! No more! This conversation is over, Naia!”

Once again her mother shut her down.

“You two are absolutely impossible!” She fussed.

Her mother sat down at the kitchen table and looked at her daughter.

“Trust me baby, I’m doing what I know best.”

“And what is that mama?” Naia asks.

“I’m protecting you!” Her mother replies.

“From what? What could be so bad about a small sleepy town?” Naia asks.

Her mother took a deep breath before she spoke.

“When I was 18 something terrible happened. And I told people. But no one believed me. They said I was lying. That it couldn’t have happened. The people in that town said I was exaggerating the truth. So I packed up and left and I never looked back. That town and those people are dangerous. And I am telling you to stay away from it and them.”

Naia’s eyes went wide.

“Oh my God! Mama were you?” She asked in a panicked voice.

“No I wasn’t sweetie.” Laurie replied.

“But what about your brother?” Naia asks her.

Laurie scoffed and replied, “ohhh you mean the coward, who wouldn’t protect his only sister?”

Naia went quiet.

“Listen to me baby. You are a grown woman. More than capable of doing any and everything you set your brilliant mind to. You can be anything from being an architect like your daddy to a nurse like me, hell I can even see you being the next and first black female president. Hell for all I care you could even be a drug dealer both legally and illegally. As long as you apply yourself and you enjoy it. But this? I can’t allow this. Now I can’t tell you how to live your life or what to do with it. But what I am telling you is this: you are NOT to go anywhere near Hunt’s Peak! Do I make myself clear?” Her mother asks.

“Yes mama. I understand.” Naia replies.

Her father cleared his throat then spoke in a stern tone.

“Naia baby, your mama and I love you more than we could ever tell you. And we are only trying to protect you. Hunt’s Peak isn’t the friendly place you’re thinking that it is. I am begging you to listen to your mother. Hunt’s Peak is no good. So trust us when we say that you are NOT to go there!”

Naia knew she wasn’t going to win this argument.

“Okay. I’ll drop it.” She said to her parents.

Laurie reached out and took Naia’s hands in her own.

“Good. I know you think that we’re not being fair but sweetheart you have to trust us. Especially me. Because if something were to ever happen to you because of those people and town, I would never forgive myself. So you need to drop this once and for all.”

“Yes mama.”

Her mother kissed the side of her forehead.

“Thank you baby. Now if you don’t mind I have an anniversary trip to finish packing for.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?” She asked.

Her father scoffed then replied, “we barely want you in the house so no. You’re not going.”

“But daddy it’s Paris! I’ve always wanted to go to Paris!” Naia whined.

“And one day you will go to Paris. Just not today.”

They all laughed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Her father stood then wrapped her up in his signature bear hug.

“Baby we know that you’re curious about your mom’s hometown but it’s safer for you to just let it go.”

“I promise I won’t bring it up anymore.”

“Good. Now what are you gonna do while your mother and I are gone?” Shane asks.

“Netflix, Hulu and takeout. Ohh and maybe porn.” Naia replied.

“NO!”

Naia chuckled.

“I just wanted to see what your reactions would be.”

“Laurie…get your child!”

“Ohhh so NOW she’s my child? Any other damn time you’d be willing to fight me to claim her!”

The rest of her Saturday went on as it usually does. But that night was anything but usual. After drifting off to sleep, Naia began to dream. And in her dream she saw him and his golden eyes. She was happy to see him and he was happy to see her. She couldn’t run into his open arms fast enough.

“I missed you.” She said to him.

She could feel his arms tighten around her, lovingly and protectively.

“I’ve missed you too, Beloved.”

“It’s time, Beloved.”

“Time for what?” She asks.

“Time for us to be together. It’s time for you to come home. To come and be at my side.” He replies.

“Where are you?” She asks.

He looked deep in her eyes then replied, “Hunt’s Peak.”

“I can’t. I promised my parents that I wouldn’t.”

“We are destined for each other Beloved.”

“But I…”

He silenced her with a kiss so powerful that it made her body weak.

“Come to me. Be with me. Answer the call.”

She woke up soon thereafter. She sat up in her bed and it became clear to her: she had to answer the call.

She HAD TO go to Hunt’s Peak. She had to find him. She had to be with him. So she made a plan to go to Hunt’s Peak. She knew it was a risk and she knew that she was disobeying her parents. But she knew that she had to take it. She needed to know. She had to know.

The next day she set her plan in motion. She waited until after her parents left for the airport, before she packed up her personal items, loaded them into her SUV and left her parents a note before leaving.

“Dear Mama and Daddy,

I’m sorry to write this but I’m going to Hunt’s Peak. I have to go, so please don’t be mad at me. Please forgive me. I love you. Again I’m sorry.”

After driving for several hours, she checked into a Days Inn on the outskirts of town to rest before she continued on.

She was sitting on the bed, blow drying her hair after stepping out of the shower, when there was a knock at her door. When she opened the door, her jaw hit the floor. It was him. She couldn’t believe that he was real and he was looking at her.

#choices #pixelberry #choices stories you play #khoicesbyk #choices fanfiction #fanfic #wolf bride

[carrottuan93]

Haven’t met you yet | Mark

Masterlist (1/4) | part2 - part3 - part4

Starring: MK x You

Tags: Mark Tuan, Fluff, Destiny, Waiting, Christmas, Bookworm, Nerd, Love, Fate

Total WC: 2631

Foreword: You promise yourself you’re going to wait for the perfect love even if it takes forever but you’re already barging on it’s doorstep without even realizing that love has met you already in the first place.

It’s all about timing and seeking reassurance in all the right places.

It’s a chance you never want to miss and an opportunity that you wouldn’t trade for anything.

Learn to take risks and learn to fall in love along the way. Cause true love is patient and it’ll come when you least expect it.

Have you been good all year round? You never know what Santa has in stored for you this Christmas.

[Feel free to listen on the playlist that I made for this one shot :)))]

"Eunhee, I should probably take a break from your endless blind date setups. Nothing is working out for me, seriously." You heaved a sigh, slouching on the couch as you gave your best friend an exasperated look the moment you entered her humble bookshop. She's too excited for your love life ever since she and her long-time university crush Jackson became an official couple on your birthday when you celebrated it on Jeju last year. It was a really cold New Year’s Eve when you chose to reserve this romantic restaurant by the beach as the venue for your special day. Eunhee doesn't have any idea about Jackson's plan when you booked a flight to Jeju Island for a week despite the busy season. Since you wanted to play the fairy godmother role for the both of them, you saved Jackson from worrying and suggested that he'd do it on your birthday instead. And just like that, they spent the New Year countdown melting into each other’s puddle while greeting you a happy birthday. The things you do for your friend, if that ain’t salty for your part (it is, for being the third wheel), automatically elected you as the sole Queen of singles club after Neun’s grand exit.

 Since their anniversary is just around the corner, they are planning to spend it once again on Jeju and Eunhee, for being the supportive sister from another mother that she is, will surely drag you with them at all costs since it has been your tradition to celebrate New Year’s Eve with your best friend. She is dying to set you up with someone so you won't be celebrating your birthday alone anymore.

 "I'm sorry, Y/N. I thought you and my friend Hae In will work out. What happened by the way? tell me about your date." She sat beside your spot after closing the shop and did the honor of pouring you a glass of your favorite merlot. This girl knows how to calm you down for sure. I mean she isn't your best friend if she have no idea that wine is your comfort drink. For whatever reason it is, you don't know why it helps to lessen your loneliness by drinking the night away. Maybe knocking you down into a deep slumber and finding yourself completely clueless the next day, alongside the horrible hangover can patch up the painful truth that you are still single up to this point of your life. In addition to the earthly and God-sent smell of neatly piled books crowding the interior of her paradise, Eunhee's bookshop is your go-to place at all times. You used to frequent this a lot during your childhood days where you first met her and together you shared the same passion and love for books and wine through all these years.

 "He's too overrated for my type. Like I don't know why we need to talk about all of his exes and why his relationship with them didn't work out when we can sit and be comfortable with just talking about our interests, 'us' the present and not his past. He's a perfectionist per se and I don't like it when a guy shows disinterest whenever I told them about myself as some nerdy bookish girl who craves for a netflix kind of night compared to his ideal dream girl-next-door whom you can freely bring to a club the minute next." You look down on the red liquid in your glass, appreciating its refined and classic smell that is clouding your nostrils. You're way too excited to go home so you can finally sink on your newly changed bed sheets and savor the enticing smell of fabric conditioner which you cannot live without. You glanced outside the window, observing the couples walking together under the falling snow, as if Valentines day has come all of a sudden in the middle of December. Red roses are a popular gift for the ladies as you've observed and you cannot help yourself from wondering if someone will ever give you flowers on Christmas, particularly pink roses, which you really admire. You always dreamt of tending a bed of pink roses only for yourself because the sight of it makes you really happy. It's just unfortunate that they aren't in full bloom during this season that's why you can only wait for February to come so you could save the trouble of finding a lame date and just buy yourself a bouquet for Valentines. You can give yourself flowers and still feel like in a relationship with all the fictional characters on your novels. No one is stopping you from dating them in your mind, you thought.

 “Ugh I can’t believe that guy. I thought he’s a good catch but actually a bummer for real. Don’t worry, I’ll choose better next time." She gave you a warm hug, patting your head as you lay your cheek on her shoulder. She released you and you gave her an 'I'm-okay-don't-worry' kind of smile. And you sat there for almost an hour talking about your other failed blind dates in the past week that all belongs in either Jackson or Eunhee's circle. You have no idea why none of them matched your personality. Either they are too wild or too boring for them to function as your potential boyfriend. No one could really captivate your specific taste in a guy. It's not that you are too picky and have a high standard when it comes to scouting a lover. You just have your own preferences when it comes to choosing someone whom you'll devote your precious time into. No relationship is perfect because everything is built out of flaws, misunderstandings, heartaches and drama but if you'll enter in a commitment at least choose someone who's worthy of that pain. You aren’t getting any younger and all you need right now is someone reliable, honest and trustworthy enough to not waste your feelings and emotion. You need a serious guy who will not take you for granted and who welcomes the idea of settling in the near future. At least someone with a nice job? Or a bearable attitude, outlook and philosophy in life? He doesn't need to be the most handsome or richest guy in the planet. After all, you always talk to God about giving you with someone who will really love all your imperfections and flawed nature. You always pray to the heavens above that maybe he'll cross the mountains and bring you the moon and the stars like they always did on the movies and in stories but you're fed with too much fantasy and began to think that maybe the guy for you was rather inexistent or an alien inhabiting a distant galaxy located in a million light years away.

 "A break is all I need after all. I will be fine tomorrow at Christmas eve. Don't worry about me having a date on our dinner. I'll bring some macarons as an antidote for all things bitter for you and Jackson's couple party." It's your best friend’s first Christmas with her boyfriend that's why they are throwing a mini gathering for their family and close friends. You had this feeling that you will be the only one attending the party without a date so might as well go straight to the kitchen and grab a bottle of whatever wine you can get and spend the evening dancing on tipsy toes and the floor would be very much pleased to accommodate your drunken needs. But you will not gonna end up wasted on a party especially Eunhee will not be there beside you to take you home since you do not want to rob Jackson of his time with her. Their happiness always matters before you and that's what makes you happy, to see your best friend happy with the man that he really deserves.

 "All right sweetcheeks. We'll not let you feel gloomy on Christmas eve. Good girls get a reward from Santa so you have nothing to worry about." She gave you a wink and clanked your glasses in unison as you both emptied the bottle of wine to your heart's content. You both agreed to watch a romantic holiday movie over a shared furry blanket and hear out your friend as she talked to you mostly of his boyfriend, as if you’ve read a book about the guide to 101 ways on how to fall for Jackson. Maybe the love bug bit too hard on your friend now that she really has the man of her dreams right on her fingertips, she can’t ask for anything else. Their love story is too underrated and you’re one of the living witnesses that a coin is never wasted on a wishing well. If you only joined Eunhee on her wishing spree every time you both pass by your University’s fountain of love, your coin bank would have gone empty by now. But you didn’t do it and saved all of your coins for yourself cause you really enjoy playing basketball in the arcades for fun. For all you can remember way back in college days, your friend is just one of the many timid girls who are cheering and admiring the ever-famous fencing athlete, business student and heartthrob, Jackson. You have classes together with him and that is how your job as a love guru began. You really deserve a raise because you did succeed on making them a couple. You could set up a dating agency and earn better than your current job for all you care. But amidst all the love advice that you gave to them, you’re the complete opposite of a matchmaker. Because love never finds your way despite making love work for the others. Love is sweet but a bitch most of the time.

 If love finally came to Eunhee and Jackson, hopefully yours would come in a whirlpool, sweeping you off of your feet and rendering all the other love stories made in the history irrelevant. You love spontaneity and you’re up for the extraordinary. In fact, you already made a dozen of playlists on spotify and counting, awaiting to be dedicated to him. You may have weird habits, like using ketchup as a dip for your honey glazed donuts, and still act straight and sit the whole day finishing a book with your favorite espresso at coffee shops. You love taking midnight trips to the art museum and you wonder if he can appreciate the abstract the way it makes your soul come alive. You love travelling back to time and studying history and it would be a bonus if he’ll join you on the 3% mint choco enthusiasts in the whole world. And your list goes on and on and it’ll take a lifetime to introduce yourself to someone but you want to meet him soon. You can’t wait for that time to annoy the hell out of him and if he still chooses to come back after your endless nagging, that’s the time when you’re not gonna let go of him anymore. You know for yourself, you’re looking for an almost perfect individual but you’re ready to tear up your never ending list of your ideal guy if someone could really surprise you and made you want to look at the world in a different dimension. After all, an ideal can never be achieved in real life. You cannot make someone ‘the one’ but you can only search for someone and make them ‘your one’. Things may not come out the way you want them to be but things will work out if he’s your destiny. It might be hard to find the rarest form of love, which is true love, but you’re willing to go on a train trip bound to a destination you’ve never been to given that he’ll meet you at the end of the tunnel. Love isn’t hard. Love is supposed to be easy. You just need patience and it’ll come to you when you least expect it.

 It's nearing 11 pm already when you feel lightheaded because of your wine intake and maybe due to the fact that your early sleeping schedule has been breached by tonight's unfortunate event. You bid goodbye to your friend despite her invitation that you should just sleep on her place and decided to call for an uber to save yourself from zoning out like a zombie because you can no longer walk straight with your clouded vision. Eunhee lives upstairs her bookstore because she manages her family's business when her father passed away that's why she isn't living with you anymore. You've grown to be independent now that you're living on your own after sharing the same apartment with your friend during your university days.

 "Tomorrow night at 8. I'll text you the address. Don't be late, Y/n. Have a goodnight!” Eunhee tucked you up nicely on your seat and soon the taxi sped up passing underneath the city lights in the mood for the radio's yuletide playlist. You're a bit drunk to see clearly but you can recognize the faint Christmas lights flickering throughout the busy streets. In just half an hour, the uber came to a stop and you hopped off the cab as you made your way towards the entrance of the condo that you’re residing in. You walked past the concierge and romantic music is donning the halls screaming love is in the air but not for you cause it makes you suffocated. Inside the elevator you noticed that you'll join a couple on your way to a 5-minute trip to the 12th floor. You silently wished that nobody would enter in between floors so as not to slow down your fast lane to your unit or else it'll be another episode of 'You-are-single-fgds' slapping your face. Geez, you badly want a damn break but the couple is too absorbed in their own selves, doing whatever cringey couple thing it is behind you, so you chose to ignore their reflection on the elevator walls.

 God spared you for that ride and luckily you reached the 12th floor in the fastest speed possible. You walked in a crazy zigzag pattern when you reached the front step of your door and you held on the handle to prevent yourself from falling directly on the ground. Your eyes are zooming in for the door lock as you punch in your keycode multiple times and still wonder why the door isn't granting you any access at all.

 "The fudge why aren't you opening?" You tried all possible combinations already but to no luck, you are still denied. For the 10th time, the lock gave up on you and is now urging for a password reset when all of a sudden the heavens finally heard your prayer and the door automatically opened. You fell towards a pair of arms, as if on cue you are saved once again from falling directly on the floor. You grabbed on a pair of shoulders, and you felt like you've reached your bed already as your senses are welcomed with a lovely scent of fabcon, which for you is the sweetest scent in the world.

 "Hmm. I can finally sleep now." You smiled the moment you felt safe and secured within the parameters of what you think of as your bed.

"Wait, you cannot sleep on my arms." It's too late for you to wake up because you're already dozing off to dreamland.

"Oh shoot. What am I gonna do with you?" You barged into someone's room and you haven't had the slightest idea of what you'll gonna do the next morning when you wake up.

[sage-nebula]

I hope you dont mind my asking, but wouldn't GF have decided to remove the national dex long before LGPE released? I can see those games selling well confirming to GF that "pokemon sell well regardless of cut features" but it feels strange to blame it on LGPE when the development time on the games would suggest they made this choice awhile ago. (Not to defend lgpe lack of content) Sorry if this is a bother, I just feel like I'm missing something and would really like to understand your reasoning

For almost any other game I would agree, however for Pokémon in particular:

The National Dex (insofar as the ability to transfer old pokémon over) was never going to be a Day One feature. It’s never a Day One feature in the first games of the generation. Even if they wanted to make it one, in this case they couldn’t because Home isn’t releasing until 2020. As I’ve said in other posts, if they wanted to patch in the NatDex, they’d have the time to do it. Technically speaking, they’d have the time to do it, especially since the fanbase would be willing to wait (even if there’d be a few whiners here or there) the extra time.

Since it’s not a Day One feature, it’s something that can be worked on later in the development cycle (/can even continue to be worked on after the development cycle, or at least it could be if this series were treated with the respect of, say, The Legend of Zelda series). Again, I’m not talking about DLC that’s already on the game card that needs to be activated later, I’m talking about DLC that’s patched in, content created after that you download either to the harddrive or (though I don’t know if Switch DLC works this way specifically) onto the game card itself. Given the type of content they generally want to show early in the release cycle (the general theme / concept of the games, scenes of the various areas in the region, new ‘mon), and the fact that this would be a feature added post-release anyway, we can make a safe bet that the NatDex is something they’d work on much later in the development cycle, possibly even in the last year since, again . . . they’d have that time if they wanted to use it (and if this series was treated with genuine respect).

The Let’s Go games were stated by Masuda to be the future of the franchise if they sold well. They featured a Pokédex that was limited to only the Kanto ‘Dex, plus Meltan and Melmetal. They released in November 2018, and indeed, they sold well. In early 2019 (February, IIRC) Sword & Shield were released. While of course I don’t work at Game Freak and thus can’t say for sure, I would place money on the idea that if they were even a bit on the fence about adding the National Dex, the fact that Let’s Go sold so well despite being limited to 153 ‘mon pushed them right over the edge to, “Cut the National Dex from Sword & Shield, there’s no point in working on it.” I mean, why should they expend the effort if people will buy the games anyway? Especially when President Ishihara went on record saying that long-time fans only cared about “new pokémon and features” around the time of Let’s Go’s release. Sure, they might have already been thinking about cutting the National Dex beforehand, but Let’s Go no doubt assured them that it was a safe and correct call to make.

So that’s what I mean when I say that Let’s Go’s positive sales figures sealed all of our fates. To be entirely honest, before the National Dex announcement, I was certain that we wouldn’t see the shockwaves from Let’s Go until Gen IX. But Sword & Shield having a limited ‘Dex just like Let’s Go, and having special feature ‘mon behind $60 paywalls like Let’s Go, and having core features stripped out like Let’s Go, and the fact that it’s starting to look frighteningly like the starters won’t be able to evolve like in Let’s Go . . . the effect is pretty apparent. Sure, some of this stuff was present even before Let’s Go (namely the whole “let’s ditch useful features in the name of simplifying things” tack that Masuda has been married to for years now), but in the wake of Let’s Go, it’s success, and what Masuda said would happen if it was successful, it’s really hard not to see the link.

(Note just in case anyone read too quickly: I’m not saying the starters WON’T evolve. I’m only saying that I’m starting to fear that’s the case since we’re less than a month away from release and we haven’t even seen second stage evolutions yet. Maybe they’re just trying to keep starter evolutions a surprise, that’s entirely possible, but it’s also highly suspect, and Game Freak destroyed any trust or good faith I had in them a while back.) 

As a final note, the reason why I say that the Pokémon games aren’t treated with respect is . . . well, there are a few reasons:

Game Freak stated themselves that they put their B Team on Sword & Shield while their A Team worked on Little Town Hero. They also said they wanted to create something, “as exciting, or perhaps even more exciting” than Pokémon. They’re tired of working on Pokémon, and it shows. Which, I mean, I get it, it’s been 20+ years, but in that case tell Nintendo so that they can shift the main games over to another studio. I get that Game Freak was created for the sole purpose of making Pokémon, and maybe Taijiri-san is pissed at how you’re disrespecting his baby (I would be), but for the good of the series, if you don’t want to work on it, give it to someone who does. Don’t just shift it onto your bare bones secondary dev team.

These games are in a hellish development cycle where a new one is popped out every year. Contrast this to The Legend of Zelda where, while we’ve had some anomalies where assets were able to be largely reused and so games came out only a couple years apart (see: Ocarina of Time to Majora’s Mask) --- even that had two or three years before releases, not one the very next year. Most mainline Zelda games spend five or six years in development. I’m fully aware that we will likely be waiting until something like 2022 for Breath of the Wild 2, and I am prepared to wait that time because I know the game we get will be incredible. Granted, I’m going to be dying every single time they announce a release date to push it back, but it’ll be a death I’m grateful for because I will know that the end product will be worth it. The Pokémon games used to have a similar luxury. While there were a grand total of five games released during that time (with “five games” being used loosely, given that one was a slight upgrade and the other four were really two games with slight differences between versions), Gen IV lasted for a grand total of four years. We had Diamond & Pearl in 2006, Platinum in 2008, HeartGold & SoulSilver in 2009, and then finally, Black & White in 2010. By contrast, Gen VII didn’t even last three years, technically. I mean, this November would be its third anniversary, but that’s when Gen VIII officially starts instead. To be fair, it could be argued that Gen IV didn’t have a full four years since it came out in September 2006, and Gen V came out in September 2010. But even if you make that argument, it still had a full year on Gen VII, and to be honest, that showed. The Sinnoh games are far and away not my faves, but they were still full of content. HeartGold & SoulSilver are often considered to be the best remakes in the entire franchise, and considering the content that was cut from OmegaRuby & AlphaSapphire and Masuda’s reasoning for why that content was cut, I can’t exactly argue with that even though I did genuinely enjoy ORAS. And the games that Gen IV ushered in? Controversial opinion, but I think that the Pokémon games peaked with Gen V. Black & White not only initially had a ‘dex that was nothing but new pokémon (and yet STILL included the Nat Dex later, because in Masuda’s own words he felt it cruel to keep people from playing with their faves forever!), but it also introduced a METRIC TON of new mechanics, some of which we no longer get to use (Rotation Battles? Game Freak doesn’t know her). Who knows what exactly Game Freak did with that extra year, but it was clearly a lot of work given how wonderful the games were in Gen IV and Gen V. The extra dev time showed.By contrast, Gen VII got 2.5 years (or 3 if you’re being generous). Every single game released during this gen had massive content cuts, even when comparing to Gen VI, which also had massive content cuts. Mechanics were stripped away, and Ultra Sun & Ultra Moon technically didn’t have a NatDex either, but at least you could still have all of your ‘mon in them at a later date if you wanted to. Now with Sword & Shield, we don’t even have that, despite the Switch being far more powerful than the 3DS. (We also don’t have Mega Evolution for whatever godforsaken reason, even though the Kanto Mega Evolutions at the very least were already used in Let’s Go, the fuck, Game Freak). Pokémon games print money and always have, and Game Freak has taken this and their lack of interest in the series to the depressing but I suppose logical extreme of “do whatever and they’ll buy it anyway.” There’s no love here, there’s no respect here. They just don’t care anymore, and as someone who does care an awful lot, it’s super upsetting to me.

And while people have tried to argue that the games can’t be delayed because of the anime or the card game or whatever else:

The games come first. They’ve always come first. I know some people mistakenly think that the anime came first and that the games were created later, but that is 100% false. Pokémon started as a game series and the anime was created to advertise the games, straight up.

Filler episodes exist, and the PokéAni is no stranger to them. The Orange Islands arc was an entire arc of filler created to pad time between Gens I and II. The Delacora Islands (or whatever they were called) was a filler arc meant to pad time between Gens V and VI. Arguably the majority of the Sun & Moon anime was filler, given its slice-of-life genre, meaning the anime was even less of an excuse not to delay Sword & Shield. You can’t tell me people wouldn’t have been happy with another year of the Alola crew running around getting into random adventures. People would have eaten that up and loved it. We could have had it all.

I’m not even going to dignify “but the card game” with a response lmao. This isn’t Yu-Gi-Oh!. Sure, the card game makes money, and probably a decent amount of it (merch sales probably make up the franchise’s greatest source of income, and as someone who easily spent several hundred dollars in two weeks at the PokéCenters in Japan---including over $100 in one trip to a PokéCenter while I was there, and we went multiple times---I am a big part of that), but they come up with bullshit new expansions all the time and could easily keep doing it. Again, not a reason to delay the games if the games need more time in development.

So all in all, at the end of the day, Game Freak is no longer treating these games with love and respect, which makes them an awful lot like the villains in the games they create. The Let’s Go games were harbingers of disaster for the games, and we were told this very plainly, and just about no one listened. In fact, I legitimately lost friendships with people who got mad at me for making Facebook statuses about how they should buy Let’s Go used if they absolutely had to have them because how DARE I believe Ishihara when he said that Let’s Go were considered core titles, and how DARE I believe Masuda when he said that Let’s Go would usher in the last twenty years of the franchise. Clearly, I was just being an ugly bitch. (I wish I was exaggerating, but this actually happened, I got blocked over it, it was ridiculous.) And now here we are as a result, with no hope of things getting better unless Nintendo forcibly rips Pokémon out of Game Freak’s hands, which I don’t even think they can legally do given that they only own 1/3rd of the IP. (The other 2/3rds belong to Game Freak and Creatures Inc., as I understand it.) 

TL;DR:

Pokémon is still my favorite fictional fantasy world, but as someone who has always loved the games first and foremost, the current state of it depresses me to no end.

#this kind of got off the original topic but i hope it's coherent at least #pokemon salt #pokemon negativity #long post for ts #Anonymous

[aryareyes]

The moment our eyes met...

Summary :

[GRUVIA SCHOOL LOVE STORY]

The moment our eyes met...new tales began...

Juvia Lockser, a 17 year old energetic, enthusiastic girl, who's moving back to her hometown after 14 years of absence. Is it possible that under the mask of energy and enthusiasm is there not a hidden side of Juvia?

What if she meets someone able to unmask her hidden side? Will she reveal her entire self to that person ? Better, will she be able to do the same favor for that person ?

New environment, new life, new people so a New Adventure ! But will the adventure be that simple? After all an adventure is supposed to be difficult right? It's full of ups and downs, that's why we call it an adventure, Don't you guys agree ?

Gray Fullbuster, 18 years The heart robber of his school, one of the most popular guy of the school. He's cold by nature and opens up hardly ever. He'll do anything for his friends. He can have all the girls at his feet in a simple snap of the fingers but he doesn't even look at a girl. Why? Is there a particular reason ? Will someone be able to melt the ice of his heart ? Will that person change his life ? For good ? For bad ?

That’s for you guys to find out!

Chapter 1

(Posted also in Wattpad)

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JUVIA'S POV :

« Ladies and gentlemen, this is the final boarding announcement for the flight MA24. The last passengers are requested to come to the gate 3 immediately. »

It's the third time that the attender's voice is ringing in the speakers of the crowed airport. And I know it's the last time. If I don't go there in a minute, I'll definitely miss my flight. Oh...If only it was easier...

With two security guards on my back and my little stuffs in my hands, it seems impossible.

- " Hey! Stop there! You can't take this stuff on the flight!" A guard shouted as he ran faster to catch me. I risk a glance behind and immediately regretted it. He's so close to me.

I doubled my speed up and narrowly avoided luggage at my left. I ran straight through the mess of people and when I finally came to my destination, I looked over my shoulder to find the guards blocked in the crowd.

I placed my hands on knees as I pant heavily suddenly aware of the tiredness.

- " Juvia Lockser?" An air-host asked, I nodded in response before entering.

I looked at the item in my hands and then behind a last time before grinning triumphantly at the side of the airport.

Once I got seated, I examined carefully the glass bottle in my hands, for which I just had an endless sprint in a freaking airport. My lips curved in a slow smile as I saw the glass sparkling. My smile grew wide when I caught the movement in the bottle.

Fireflies. One of the dazzling creature of the Nature. I love fireflies. The way they shine, it's just fascinating. In 17 years of existence it never ceased to amaze me.

Well. Looks like my endless sprint in an airport is worthwhile.

I will land in Magnolia airport in 5 hours, I swear it'll be the longest hours of my life. Why you ask? It's because I'm going back to my hometown after 14 years. I was born in Magnolia but after the death of my parents, I was under the responsibility of one of my distant uncle who's living in the complete opposite side of Magnolia town.

Today, I'm returning to Magnolia in order enter my dream high school. Fairy Tail Academy. It's known for its teamwork and unity. I like that place, I visited it two years ago when my brother Gajeel Redfox, the adopted son of my uncle entered the same school. Now, he must be in his final year.

Going back to my hometown makes me excited and nervous at the same time, I'm delighted to be back here because it's where my parents met, fell in love and started a new life. But at the same time, it's where they died. I don't remember clearly the happens, I just know that they died in an accident on their 4 year's wedding anniversary.

I hadn't have had much time with them, but I remember my mother's voice when she used to sing for me or my dad when he used to hold me in his arms. I know the feeling even if I can't remember their faces clearly. The last time I came here, It felt so familiar despite the fact that I remember nothing about Magnolia. It felt warm and welcoming.

Plus, the people of Magnolia are extremely sociable. I actually become friends with some of Gajeel's camarades. They all are so friendly and kind. I've spent just a day with them but I got attached to them. It's so nice to have friends like them. I can't wait to see them back. Gajeel told me that he didn't tell everyone the news so it'll be a surprise for them. I can't imagine the girls reaction, especially Erza's.

And also, I got to know that Gajeel is into someone so once I'm there, I'll be able to discover the identity of the mystery girl of his heart. I'm so curious. My brother, the Metalhead, the Gajeel Redfox actually like someone. If it's not a miracle, I don't know what to call it. Though he didn't tell me all this, he doesn't even know that I know. Well, I'll show what happens when he hide something this important to me.  I shook my head with a smile before falling into the slumber.

*********

When I woke up from my deep slumber, I got to know the flight is landing soon. So I was little surprised that I slept literally four hours but I remembered the last tiring days so it's normal—at least that's what I told myself.

Once the flight was landed, I got my luggage and exit the control after several minutes of waiting. And when I was finally out, I searched a tall and a large silhouette with a black mess of hair but instead found a blue haired guy holding a board in which my name is written.

I got a closer of his face as I approached him and when I recognized him, I squealed and jumped in his arms. The board fell off his hands with my luggage, he was stunned a second before lifting me in his arms, giving me a bear hug.

- " Jellal! What are you doing here?" I asked as he released me.

- " Happy to see you again too Juvia." He frowned then smiled.

- " Your lazy brother couldn't get you so I came"  I smiled wide at him and then frowned.

" Hmm...Are you okay with it? Is it not a problem—-" he cut me off before I could finish.

- " Juv, chill out... you're a great friend—no screw it. You're like a sister to me. Why would I be bothered to do something for you? Plus, it's Erza's strict orders. You know how's she right?" I laughed so did he.

- " OK. Let's go, you must be tired." He said as he ruffled my hair and bent to take my luggage.

- " Hey, what's this ?" He asked as he saw the glass bottle.

- " Oh! These are fireflies. They're not shinning now as it's morning but they'll definitely do this night. " I said as I looked at the bottle admirably.

- " How—How on earth did you managed to bring fireflies in a freaking flight? " he looked dumbfounded.

- " It's not a big deal, a sprint around the airport with two dump guards on your back, that's it." I grinned lazily.

- " Whatever you say Juvia Lockser..." he rolled his eyes. I chuckled.

- " Oh and Juv?" He called me as he finished putting my luggage in the car trunk.

- " Hmm?" I looked up from my phone.

- " There's a small party to welcome you this evening so make sure to rest this afternoon because Fairy Tail partying means goodbye peace and welcome craziness! " He said seriously.

- " I love craziness Jellal! " I exclaimed enthusiastically.

- " OK. You're exactly the missing piece of puzzle of our band! C'mon get in! " He laughed.

And here starts the greatest adventure of my life!