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Harry Potter — The One That Got Away

Summary: You died in the Battle of Hogwarts after pushing off Fred away from the wall, and Harry was beyond devastated. You were his First Love, and will always be.

Words: 7,440 words

Warnings: Angst, My best angst yet, Altered Storyline, Pure form of pain, I just wanna hug Harry in this one, neutral!reader, Death, Mentions of panic attack, Tissues Are Recommended

Disclaimer: This is my longest fic yet! 7.4K words of pure pain, wow. I’ve worked on this one for like idk 5 days? I recommend listening to The One That Got Away by Katy Perry, the lyrics inspired me so much for this one. Also, can you believe this is my first time writing a Harry fic? Crazy, I know! Enjoy the painful ride, fellas <3

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“Harry?”

Your voice echoed the room, making everyone’s heads turn to you. You heard the news of Harry, Ron, and Hermione returning to Hogwarts after months of disappearances, and the news was right. The group of people opened, and there he was, the boy you loved for almost three years now.

“Oh my god,” You muttered under your breath as you ran to him, Harry scooped you up easily as he dug his head on the crook of your neck instantly. You hugged him so tight, the tears in your eyes were starting to well, you never thought you would see him alive and well in front of you, but there he is right now, hugging you as if you were his last reason to live.

“I thought I would never see you again, wh-where have you been?!” You frantically ran your mouth, arms still wrapped tight on his body. “It doesn’t matter, oh Godric, I missed you so much.” Harry sighed out; his tense body relaxed immediately as you held him. You pulled away, hands cupping his face, “Are you alright, a-are you hurt?”

Harry smiled fondly at you, his hands cupping your face as well, “I’m fine, darling.”

“This is adorable and all, but we sort of having a situation now, if you mind?” Neville voiced out awkwardly. Harry quickly kissed your forehead and sent a glance to the crowd around you, “Right.”

Harry was quiet.

He couldn’t think of anything else than the moment he had arrived at Hogwarts a few hours ago. That was the first time he had seen you after months of hiding in the woods to find the Horcruxes.

He heard the news. And he refused to believe it. Being in denial, he ran to the Great Hall, his heart begging nonstop for the rumor to be false. Harry ran, and ran, and ran. He didn’t care that his legs were exhausted, he didn’t care about his heartbeat constantly increasing, all he cared about as of that moment was you.

Right at the end of the Great Hall, a group of dusty gingers huddled together, seemingly crying. The little voice in his heart now screaming for its life; not ready to know what were the Weasleys crying for.

His feet felt heavy, it felt like he has rocks tied with his shoes, but Harry forced himself to walk closer to them. Closer and closer, he found familiar faces contorted as they cry. From a distance he could make up George who was holding back Fred; the older twin was fighting to be let go, sobbing as he does so, begging to be near that someone laying on the floor.

Harry had never seen Fred cry before, the tall ginger always had a smile on his lips or a laugh of mischief, but never a frown, never tears rolling down his face. And that’s when Harry arrived, and Molly; Ron’s mum, hugged him tight, sobbing onto his shoulders, whimpering ‘I’m so sorry’s. He couldn’t hug her back, no, not when his eyes were frozen on the vision of you.

Laying on the ground, lifeless.

Instantly, his knees were weak. He kneeled beside you, the screaming of his heart had never sounded so deafening. Harry was beyond shocked; he couldn’t comprehend the vision in front of him.

All of this was too sudden for him to understand.

When Hermione let out a strangled cry of pain, Harry felt his heart was stabbed. “I shouldn’t have been near that wall! Y/N pushed me away and-and the wall started to fall, I’m-I’m sorry, Harry this is all my fault-“

Harry could hear Fred’s pained sobs saying the words, but he couldn’t digest it. His eyes were still trained to you. For a moment, he thought you looked angelic. As if you were just sleeping and, at any moment now, you would blink your eyes open and smile at him, saying, “Good morning, love.”

But you didn’t. And that’s when the dagger in his heart turns.

“Y/N.” The way your name rolls down his tongue felt weird. It felt strange because you would never respond to him calling you again. Harry’s trembling hands went down to cup your face, brushing away the specks of dust from your face.

“You’re- You’re cold, darling.” His voice was calm, but Harry knew that was the only thing that was at the moment. His whole body was trembling, his breaths were heavy, his eyes struggling to blink; as if… if he blinked, then you would vanish from his eyesight forever.

At that moment, Harry cared no longer about his environment, he didn’t hear Ron’s sobbing mess as he was hugging George, he didn’t hear Hermione’s screams of denial of her best friend’s death, he didn’t hear Fred’s cries of overbearing guilt.

Harry only heard his quivering breathing. He hadn’t noticed the tears welling up his eyes until a drop of his own tear fell onto your soft skin.

That’s when Harry Potter breaks.

“Wh-Why are you so cold?” Harry’s whimper silenced everyone. Hermione froze from her frantic breakdown, Ron looked to Harry with the sudden realization that he’s the one most hurting at the moment, and Fred minimized his cries to look at the pair.

“Why are you so cold, darling?” He cried again. Harry was breaking down, he was exhausted, the very people who loved him dead one by one, and you were his last straw. “Why are you leaving me, Y/N?” He whimpered against your stomach, clutching your clothes tightly as he tried his best to find your warmth. The shirt you were wearing started to get wet with his tears, it took Harry everything inside of him not to crumble right there and then.

His stomach hollowed as he realized, even in death, you were beautiful.

Harry didn’t know how much time he spent there, but as he opened his eyes, he realized he was standing in front of Dumbledore’s office. Numbly, he went inside. His thoughts were still preoccupied with you, but he has other matters in hand. No matter how much he wanted to stay there and lay beside you, the war was far from over. And the one-hour duration Voldemort gave them was running short.

When he walked out of the room, he was shaken. Not as shaken as he was of your death, but he was still shaken. Snape… was protecting him this whole time? Harry was snapped from his thoughts when he recognized two figures sitting on the end of the stairs. He took a deep breath as he walked closer to Ron and Hermione, who huddled together, hand in hand. Hermione looked to her back as she heard footsteps, quickly standing up as she realized it was Harry.

“Where you’ve been?” Her quiet voice echoed through the silent castle. “We thought you went to the forest,” Ron breathed out, worried. Harry walked past them, trying to look calm and stoic as he replied, “I’m going there now.”

“Are you mad?” Ron said in disbelief, his eyes followed the back of Harry. “No!” He said, desperation visible in his voice, “You can’t give yourself up to him.”

Ron’s words made Harry stop on his tracks. He looked down to the flights of staircases before him; exhaustion evident on his face. Upon looking at Harry’s back stiff, Hermione asked, “What is it, Harry? What is it that you know?”

Harry slowly turned around, looking at Hermione, his eyes silently begging her to give him a rest. “… There’s a reason I can hear them. The Horcruxes.”

He watched Hermione’s face dawned upon realization, “I think I’ve known for a while, and I think you have too.”

Hermione frowned, tears started to well up in her eyes, she didn’t want to lose another best friend, yet she knew, she had no choice. “I’ll go with you,” “No, kill the snake.” Harry was quick to object.

“Kill the snake and then it’s just him.” He said, watching Hermione silently cried.

She quickly came forward and embraced Harry into a hug, crying on his shoulders as she did. Harry hugged her back just as tight, he needed it. No one hugged him when he was crying at the Great Hall, everyone was fairly shaken at your loss. Harry connected eyes with Ron, who was silently protesting him on going to the forest alone, even if he knew nothing is stopping Harry now.

Harry pulled away, took one last look at Hermione before turning away, and walked down the stairs to the forest. During his way to the Forbidden Forest, nothing but you clouded his mind.

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“Heads up!” Harry heard someone shouted behind him and felt a body jumping on him, he oof-ed as he quickly grabbed the person’s legs, feeling their arms wrapping around his neck. He tilted his head and laughed as he saw you, giggling tremendously.

“Hello to you too, Y/N,” Ron said as he playfully rolled his eyes. Harry and Ron were walking in the hallways to their next class when you had spotted them from afar. Being the ball of energy you are, you hopped on Harry’s back to surprise him. He was definitely surprised, pleasantly even. “Good morning, Ronny!” You chirped as you ruffled the ginger’s hair, receiving a whine of disagreement from the Weasley. They kept on walking, Harry casually giving you a piggyback ride as he walked.

“Hello, handsome,” You whispered to his ear and kissed his cheek, making Harry chuckle with a blush on his cheeks, “Morning, love.”

“Where’s Hermione?” You asked, comfortably resting as Harry carried you, feeling the warmth of his body. Ron glanced at you snuggling on Harry’s shoulders and scoffed, “She’s at the library, studying as always.” You playfully rolled your eyes, “Oh, don’t say you’re jealous of us, Ron! Even so, I wouldn’t mind you being jealous, we are simply very sweet together, isn’t that right, Harry?”

“Yeah, Ron, maybe you can give Hermione a piggyback sometimes if you want it so terribly,” Harry remarked as you two laughed, and Ron flushed a deep red with a quiet, “Sod off, you two.”

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“Harry?” You said as you knocked on the door, worried. As you heard no response, you opened the door, seeing Harry laying on his bed, distressed. You quietly sighed as you walked closer until he noticed you and instantly groaned.

“If you’re here just to be mad at me, then Ron’s already doing it for you, Y/N.” He weakly said, feeling absolutely terrible. Just half an hour ago, he was forced to enter the Triwizard’s Tournament because of that stupid Goblet of Fire choking out his name at the last minute. “No, I’m not mad at you, Harry- why would I be? I’m just… worried about you.” You said quietly, sitting on the corner of his bed just beside his laying state.

Harry tilted his head to you, pursing his lips, “How did you get in here?” You shrugged, “The twins gave a hand if I’m being honest.” He huffed a small smile, “Of course they did.”

“But I’m not here to talk about the twins, Harry. I’m here to talk about you. Are you okay?” You spoke, slowly laying on his bed horizontally with your legs still touching the ground. Harry watched you lay down on his bed across him, he was also laying on his bed horizontally with his legs touching the ground, but in the opposite direction of you. He felt the position was very intimate and close, but Harry didn’t mind.

“… I don’t know, honestly. I didn’t put my name inside that bloody Goblet, and even if I did, I shouldn’t have been accepted, for Merlin’s sake, I’m underage! But Ron here thinks I’m out there hunting for fame again, which I absolutely do not want in the first place! Believe it or not-“

“I believe you, Harry.” Your soft voice took his ramblings to a halt. As he stared into your eyes, he could see the sincerity in your words, and he suddenly realized how pretty your eyes were.

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You were breath-taking. The whole world that was moving around Harry came to a halt as he watched you walked down the stairs in your beautiful outfit. The mustard yellow resembling the color of a sunflower made your skin glowing and if he’s being honest, he had never seen anyone more stunning in his life.

You were smiling at him, and he had never felt gladder asking you out as his date to the Yule Ball. “Hello, Potter.” You said, amused by his bewitched expression. Harry blinked and gave you a baffled smile, “Y-You look great, Y/N.” You shrugged, eyeing his black and white outfit playfully, “Not too bad yourself, Harry.”

He offered you his arm, suddenly remembering what McGonagall taught him a few days prior, “Shall we?” You chuckled at the sudden chivalry, and linked your arm with his, “Lead the way, kind sir.”

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“No, Y/N, I won’t let you!”

Harry had pulled you away from the room full of people to talk to you alone. You sighed as you cupped his face, “Harry, darling, my love, we don’t have much time. The Order needs me to help you.” He shook his head, adamant with his decision, “You don’t know how many Death Eaters are out there, Y/N. What- What if you get hurt? What if you die, just like Sirius? I-I can’t-“

“Harry!” You said loudly, snapping him out of his overthinking rambles. He was looking down, trying hard to control his tears, frowning. “Harry, look at me.” You said softly, he kept his head down.

“Look at me, darling.” You said again, tilting his head so he can see you. His eyes were glassy, he was terrified, and your heart sunk for your lover. He had never wanted all of this attention, yet he had it, and the burden on his shoulders was terribly heavy.

“I am going nowhere. I promise you; I will come home to you safe and sound. I love you, Harry, and I will never, ever leave you.” You pressed word by word slowly, letting him hear every syllable coming out of your mouth. You engulfed him in a hug, and Harry quietly cried on your shoulders, holding the back of your head tightly. Your body had always managed to keep him warm, and Harry calmed down soon after.

He pressed a kiss on your forehead, lingering there for a minute, muttering only loud enough for you to hear, “You better come back to me safely, darling. I love you so much.”

“And I will, Harry.”

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“Hello, handsome.” Harry turned around to see you with a casual, but still pretty outfit. The lilac color looks amazing on you and he smiled fondly, pecking your lips, “Hello, beautiful.”

You smiled brightly at him, “Come on.” He raised his eyebrows at you suddenly pulling him to the dance floor, from a distance, Harry could see Bill and Fleur enjoying their wedding reception, both have a large smile on their faces.

He chuckled at your bright demeanor, “You know I can’t dance, Y/N.” You scrunched your nose and adorably shook your head, “Nonsense, everyone can dance.” He let himself be dragged to the dance floor, glancing at his surrounding, his smile widening at the sight of his two best friends dancing with each other, obvious lovestruck expression hits both of their faces.

“Remember the steps, darling?” Your sweet voice made him turn his attention back to you, his heartwarming and his stiff body eases at the sight of you having a good time. You guided his hand to place itself at your waist, and his other hand intertwined to yours lightly.

“I may have forgotten some steps,” Harry warned, and you laughed loudly making Harry’s heart soar to the sky at the sound of your laugh. As you calmed down, you locked eyes with him, your wide smile reduced to a soft one, “Nothing I couldn’t handle before.”

As you two danced to the slow, elegant beat, Harry had never felt more at peace. With his life constantly on the run, this very moment was worth more than gold to him. “Y/N,” he whispered, his eyes never ran away from you.

“Yes, Harry?” You replied, a smile still plastered on your face. “I know we’re in a middle of a mess right now, and while it doesn’t look like it’s getting any better, I was- uhm- wondering, after all of this, and given the opportunity that we both will still be alive-“ “Which we will,” You interjected, and he huffed a smile, “Which we will,” He repeated, looking bashful.

“Would you like to marry me?”

He watched you scoff in disbelief, your expression etched shock all over. “Oh my goodness, are you literally proposing right now?” You whispered at him, and Harry rolled his eyes playfully, “Obviously, if not I wouldn’t have said that.”

Harry chuckled at your scoffing again, this time it felt playful. Before you could say anything, Harry continued, “I know we’re both still young and we literally haven’t finished school yet, but I just… I can’t really see myself marrying anyone else but you. You… You light up my life like no other and your hugs are the best and you make me smile whenever you look at me and-“

Harry halted on his ramblings when he realized your eyes were slowly turning glassy. His smile softens and his hand reached to cup your face, “And with you by my side, I have nothing else to wish for. I love you, Y/N, even more than you love me.”

You sniffed, leaning on to his calloused hand and pressed a kiss on it, “You’re not being fair, you know?”

“How so, darling?”

“You’re proposing without a ring, you doofus.” You both chuckled, and Harry leaned in kissing you. You kissed back passionately. The kiss was slow and sensual, both of you wanted to savor this moment. And the moment you pulled away; you gave him a beautiful smile.

“And even without a ring, I would say yes.”

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Harry had arrived. Already deep inside the forest, his expression was solemn. Harry was numb, he couldn’t feel anything, nothing at all.

Nothing, but the hollowing in his stomach whenever he was reminded of you. He halted on his steps, breathing through his mouth as he looked to his back, the view of almost destroyed Hogwarts was hazy. He looked back to the front, knowing that just a few steps forward, will be Voldemort and his clan, waiting for his arrival.

Harry was reminded of the Snitch inside his pocket, and so he fished it out and watched as the golden carving on the Snitch magically appeared.

‘I Open at the Close’

Harry held out a breath, now understanding the riddle completely. In his mind were flashes of his memories with you, with Ron and Hermione, with the Weasleys, with his family.

And so, with a somehow light heart, Harry said, “I’m ready to die.”

‘If it means that’s what it takes to see you again, then I’m ready, my love.’ Sang his heart quietly. Harry slowly placed the snitch on his lips, closing his eyes as he felt the cold surface touched his skin. As he inched away, the Snitch opens slowly one layer, then two layers, revealing a small diamond-shaped stone.

The small stone was hanging around the air, levitating itself. Harry recognized it; he hadn’t realized he had his breath paused.

“The Resurrection Stone.” He whispered under his breath as he slowly put his open palm under the floating object. He grasped it, and instantly closing his eyes, his mind was fast to imagine several people without him realizing it.

And when he opened his eyes, there they were.

James, Lily, Sirius, and Remus.

Lily was right in front of him. As soon as she reached her arm out, Harry walked closer to her, with his own arm reaching out, desperate to touch his mother he hadn’t seen for many years.

When his own hand went through hers, Harry felt his heart crack for the nth time of the day.

“You’ve been so brave, sweetheart,” Lily’s melodic voice traveled to his ears, and Harry had never realized how much he missed her until he heard her voice. “Why are you here?” He asked, feeling breathless.

“All of you.” Harry turned to his father, James for a moment before turning back to Lily, whose gentle smile never left her lips, “We never left.”

Harry found himself nodding, gulping at the sudden new emotions he had never thought he would feel again once he had seen you at the Hall. His eyes darted to Sirius; his godfather he had tragically lost, and with a shaky voice Harry asked, “Does it… Does it hurt?”

“Dying?”

Sirius’s face was calm. With a casual voice, Harry’s godfather replied with a whisper, “Quicker than falling asleep.”

“You’re nearly there, son,” James voiced out, making Harry turn to him. “I’m sorry. I never wanted any of you to die for me.” Harry spoke heavily, his heart heavy; drenched with overbearing guilt.

“And Remus, your son-“ Harry’s words were cut off by the former professor, “Others will tell him what his mother and father died for. One day, he’ll understand.” Remus’ comforting voice was somber in Harry’s ears. Having nothing to say, Harry turned his attention back to his dear mother, whose smile never left.

And he turned to his father, “You’ll stay with me?”

James looked endearingly to his grown-up son, his smile gently etched on his lips, “Until the end.”

“And he won’t be able to see you?” Harry asked again, the desperate tone in his voice were visible.

“No,” Sirius said, “We’re here, you see,” His hand ghostly reached to Harry’s left chest; his heart. And Harry remembered his words a few years ago, “The ones that love us never really leave us.”

Harry gulped, there was a question itching at the back of his throat. As if knowing what he meant, Lily voiced out, “You’ll see them soon, Harry.”

His head whipped to her, his heartbeat quickening at the mention of you, “What’s that supposed to mean? Where is Y/N? Why aren’t they here?”

“Soon, Harry, soon,” Sirius said, and Harry calmed down. He was aching to see you, even if it was his imagination of you and he couldn’t touch you. He heaved a deep breath, “Stay close to me.”

“Always.”

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“Harry Potter,” Harry heard the voice of Voldemort saying his name. He had come forward to Voldemort and his clan of Death Eaters, not forgetting to glance at a disheveled Hagrid, who was heartbroken to see the boy he once saved from the Dursleys six years ago had shown up.

“The Boy Who Lived… Come to die.”

Harry was silent, he knew he had no choice as of this moment. The giant snake, Nagini had slithered closer to its master. And Harry watched as Voldemort raised the Elder Wand, aiming at him, and the boy closed his eyes. His lips curled into a little smile, for the last image he saw as he closed his eyes… was you. Smiling.

And with the shout of an Unforgivable Curse recited, coming along with it were glowing colors of green, everything was white.

And Sirius was right.

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Harry woke up breathing heavily. His first vision was a white ceiling. He quickly stood up and looked at his surroundings.

Everything was white. Everything looks clean and… bright.

Harry turned to his back, suddenly noticing a bench a few steps away from him. It was white and there was something beneath it and-

There was something beneath it.

Without much thinking, Harry walked closer to the creature, his mind running a million questions that had yet to be answered. Harry couldn’t quite see what the creature was, so he crouched down to see and when he did, he flinched away rather quickly.

There, under the bench, was a small human-like creature, hugging itself as if it was shivering from the cold. It’s almost like seeing a small skeleton with just skin, no meat at all, and Harry was baffled as he recognized who the creature resembled like.

Voldemort.

“You can’t help, Harry…“

Harry instantly looked up at the sudden voice. His mouth gaped open at the sight of Professor Dumbledore walking closer to him. “… You wonderful boy, you brave, brave man.” Dumbledore said, a small prideful smile on his lips.

For a moment, Harry was astonished. He had seen this very man before him, get thrown off the Astronomy Tower by none other than Snape himself, and now he’s here, standing before him.

“Let us walk,” Dumbledore said, turning his back to Harry and started walking. Instinctively, Harry followed him with so many questions itching on his throat. He walked as he tilted his head to the bench with the questionable creature underneath. “Professor, what is that?” He asked, his eyes trained on the creature. Dumbledore turned back too, only to reply, “Something beyond either of our help. A part of Voldemort sent here to die.”

“And exactly where are we?” Harry asked again, and they continued walking. “I was gonna ask you that,” Dumbledore nonchalantly said as he continued, “Where would you say where we are?”

Harry looked around, “Well, it looks like King’s Cross station. Only cleaner,” He paused, ‘So much cleaner it has no color,’ he thought. “… And without all the trains.”

“King’s Cross, is that right?” Dumbledore chimed, “This is, as they say, your party.”

“I expect you now realize that you and Voldemort,” Harry looked up to the tall man, “Have been connected to something other than fate. Since that night at Godric’s Hollow all those years ago.” Dumbledore said solemnly.

“… So it’s true then, sir.”

“A part of him lives within me, doesn’t it?” Harry questioned, and Dumbledore chuckled, “Did.”

“It’s been just destroyed many moments ago by none other than Voldemort himself. You,” Dumbledore paused, looking at the 17-year-old beside him, “Were the Horcrux he never meant to make, Harry.”

As they walked, they came across another bench and Dumbledore decided to sit on it, and Harry followed suit.

“I have to go back, haven’t I?” Harry asked, and Dumbledore quickly replied, “Oh, that’s up to you.”

“I’ve a choice?” “Oh yeah!” The old man chirped, looking around, “We’re in King’s Cross, you say?”

“I think if so decide, you’ll be able to board a train.”

“And where will it take me?” Harry asked again. Dumbledore only chuckles, he turned to look at the young boy before him, “On.”

Dumbledore stood up and began to walk away. Harry was baffled, “Professor!” The man turned around, “Yes?” “Where are you going?” He said, and Dumbledore chuckled yet again, “My time with you is over, boy. That lovely fellow wants to talk to you now. Very impatient, they were.”

Dumbledore nodded to something behind him, and Harry had never turned around so quickly. He was breathless, he had never thought he would feel his heartbeat increasing again, but it did.

Because it was you.

You were wearing a simple white outfit, if anything it was the simplest outfit he had seen you in. But you managed to look ethereal to him, never less resembling an angel from the Heaven itself. If so, more beautiful than an angel.

“Missed me, Potter?” You said with a bright smile. Harry couldn’t say anything, he was dumbfounded and he couldn’t even utter a word.

So he engulfed you in a hug tightly.

“Oof! Now that’s a bit sudden, isn’t it?” You teased, chuckling at your boyfriend hugging the life out of you. Well, if you had any more to spend anyway. Regardless of the tease, you hugged him back just as tight. Just when you hugged him back, Harry’s knees turned weak and you slowly guided him down to sit on the floor, still hugging the boy you love with all your heart.

Just then, Harry who had been quiet for a moment broke a sob.

You etched a sad smile on your lips, caressing the back of his head the way he liked it, “… I shook you too much, didn’t I?”

Harry couldn’t say anything, he dug his face into the crook of your neck, crying loudly without any embarrassment now, “I’m- I’m sorry, Y/N… This-This is all my fault you shouldn’t- you shouldn’t have to-“

“Hey, hey… “ You cooed, softly pulling away from him so you could wipe away his tears. “Shh… Stop blaming yourself, darling. It’s a war, and a war isn’t your fault, Harry.” You softly said, reaching in to kiss both of his eyes.

“I’m so tired, Y/N… I’m so tired…” Harry whimpered, more tears rolling down like a broken dam. He had lost you a few hours ago, but he felt like he had lost you for years.

“Let-Let me stay with you, Y/N, please…” Harry softly begged, his face was cupped with your hands. You felt your heartbreak at the vulnerability he shown you. While it wasn’t the first time Harry had been vulnerable in front of you, this time it was completely different.

“While that isn’t such a bad offer, the war isn’t over, Harry. If there’s anyone who could kill Voldemort, then it’s you, darling.” Despite your tries on convincing him, Harry shook his head, “I don’t want to be the Chosen One anymore! I’m so tired… of everything… I lost my parents, I lost Sirius and now I lost you! I have no one else to live for, Y/N…”

He leaned his head into the crook of your neck, and you two sat there quietly, your fingers playing softly with his neat brown locks.

You shook your head, “You know that’s not true, Harry. Ron and Hermione are still out there, waiting for you. Fred and George too, once they’ve stopped crying over me, that is,” You chuckled, and Harry felt his lips curled up a bit, his eyes slowly closing at the sound of your voice gently lullabying him to sleep.

“And Molly and Arthur… And Ginny, and you know, the rest of Hogwarts.” Harry softly kissed your neck, snuggling a bit further into your neck, your head gently leaning on his, “But I’ve got nothing to kill him with… Voldemort has the Elder Wand… and the snake is still alive.” He softly said, his urge to cry had lessened as he found warmth and comfort being with you, as always.

It pained him a bit that, this could be the last time he could feel you.

“You saw Professor Dumbledore just now, right?” You felt him nod and you smiled, “Well, he told me this before we went to meet you, just in case you’re feeling helpless. Which you are,” You both chuckled.

“Help will always be given at Hogwarts, to those who deserve it. And he said…” You trailed off, noticing Harry’s breaths got gentler and his head felt heavy on your crook of neck. You smiled sadly, kissing his forehead softly, lingering there for a while to cherish the moment.

“And he said what..?” Harry asked slowly, his eyes slowly felt heavy, your heartbeat was gentle, and he felt so calm. He smiled softly at the feeling of your lips on his forehead, “And he said… Do not pity the dead. Pity the living… And above all, all those who live without love.” You finished, your voice was slowly volumed down to a whisper.

“Y/N…” Harry mumbled with his eyes closed, feeling his consciousness slowly slipping away, “Is this all real? Or is it just happening inside my head?”

You chuckled at his question, “Why, of course, it’s happening inside your head, Harry…” You trailed off, feeling that your short time with Harry is about to end by the looks of him slowly slipping into sleep, “Why should that mean, that it’s not real?”

Harry was asleep now, and right before he went unconscious, his ears heard the last words you said to him, “In another life, I would be your love, Harry. We’d keep all our promises, and it’ll only be us against the world…”

“I love you, always and forever, my darling.”

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The rest came out as a blur. Harry had killed Voldemort, with the help from Neville who slashed the giant snake with the sword of Gryffindor, and the war was finally… over.

While Harry was glad that the war was over, he couldn’t feel happy. He still lost you. He had lost a lot of people, and sometimes Harry wondered if their deaths were even worth it.

Two weeks after the Second Wizarding War had ended, was your funeral. Everyone was there, the professors, your friends, your family, even some house elves to pay their respects. Harry was- unfortunately- in charge of doing a speech at your funeral, and he despised it, even when he felt the need to do so, nevertheless.

There he was, standing on a podium, looking to the crowd who had come for you. “Hello everyone, thank you so much for coming today.” He started, the nervousness inside of him was astounding.

“As you all know, Y/N and I have a very special relationship. Almost everyone in Hogwarts knows how close we were, platonically and romantically. Y/N was my best friend, my lover, and I could bravely say, the one who I could see spending the rest of my life with.”

Sad smiles spread across the room, and Harry couldn’t help but etch a sad smile to himself.

“Y/N died saving lives and defeating the bad, and the fact that they did it with no hesitation speaks volumes of their personality. Y/N was brave, kind-hearted, humorous, and humble. They were fierce, and they knew when to stand up for what’s right and say what was wrong. Y/N was simply… amazing.”

Hermione was already crying on Ron’s shoulder and Fred was looking down guiltily. Harry sighed quietly, he had told Fred it was none of his fault that Y/N died, but he still blamed himself for it.

“And being the amazing person they are, they wouldn’t want us to blame ourselves. They wouldn’t want us to feel bad for them, they would want us to smile whenever we remember our moments with them.” Harry said, trying to calm himself down as he felt a lump on his throat starting to grow.

“I remember a quote from my late godfather, Sirius Black, a few years ago. He said,” Harry paused, clearing his throat to ease the dull aching in his heart.

“The ones that love us never really leave us. And you can always find them…” Harry brought his hand to his heart, smiling with glassy eyes, “In here.”

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It was hard.

It was hard to live without you.

He would wake up screaming during the middle of the night, the memories of him finding you in the Great Hall had rewinded inside his dreams every single night. While staying together with the Weasleys at the Burrow helped him a lot with his recovery, the nightmares had become so constant that Ron had to cast a ‘Muffliato’ charm to their shared bedroom every night to not disturb anyone else.

And being the great friend he is, Ron would always wake up and comfort Harry, lending him his shoulder when Harry needed to cry. He would accompany Harry to the kitchen, to get a mug of warm tea and talk about the dream, or in some days, just sit together quietly at the patio, watching the sun rises as it does every day.

Every morning as Molly walked down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, she wouldn’t forget to see Harry and Ron already being there, talking to each other quietly. And she wouldn’t forget to kiss their heads along with a motherly ‘Good Morning’ each time before she started. They would accompany her while she cooks, sometimes Harry would lend her a hand to make himself busy.

A few weeks into their routine, Fred slowly joins them in.

The first time Molly walked down and expected two heads already in the kitchen but came to see three, Molly had engulfed Fred in a tight hug as she cried on his chest. She kissed his cheeks repeatedly afterward, receiving a playful groan from Fred and chuckles from her two other sons.

A day at the Burrow was never dull. There was always something to do. Cleaning the house, de-gnoming the garden, feeding the pigs and cows, cleaning the barn, watering the flowers, fixing the leaking ceilings, and Harry’s favorite, playing Quidditch at the front yard.

Sometimes he would join the twins and Ginny, sometimes he would sit back and watch the game, and sometimes he would just stay in his room, watching the game from the window.

When those days came, he would spend the entire time reliving his memories with you. Harry could remember the first few weeks when he stayed at the Burrow; he went into a panic attack when he realized he had forgotten some of his memories with you. He felt like he couldn’t breathe then, he felt his chest constricting his lungs. Molly had to brew him a heavy calming potion to stop him from wailing your name with tears strolling down his face.

Ever since that incident, Harry had kept every single memory he had with you into tubes, his memories forming into glowing blue strings with the help of his wand. He had the tubes labeled, every single one of them.

‘Y/N riding a broom at First Year’

‘First Hogsmeade Date’

‘Yule Ball’

‘Christmas at the Burrow’

‘First Kiss’

‘Our Last Hug’

Harry had thought the action was too much, but he couldn’t help it. Even if his lips were smiling and his eyes were crinkling in laughter, he found himself missing you at every second. The Weasleys had become his family for years at this point, and the Burrow had become his home.

But somehow, only you and he knew your true homes are each other.

During Christmas, Andromeda Tonks would come by with little Teddy, Harry’s godson. While Andromeda would spend time with Arthur and Molly, Harry would spend as much time as he could with Teddy. He finds himself and Teddy to be very similar, losing their parents at a young age.

And Harry had sworn to himself not to let Teddy relive the life he once had before Hogwarts. In some way, he had seen Teddy as your honorary replacement. While nothing could ever replace you in his life; he had sworn the first and last person he’d propose to be you, Teddy filled his heart like no other.

Before he knew it, Harry had reached his 20s. He had grown significantly better from mourning you every second to smiling gently whenever your name was mentioned. He moved away from the Burrow, purchasing a cottage at Godric’s Hollow with the money he was inherited, with Ron as his housemate.

“Uncle Harry! Wake up, wake up, wake up!” Harry groaned as a tiny body jumped on his bed, disrupting his sleep. He sleepily looked at the alarm clock, groaning once again at the little child he had agreed to stay with him over the summer, “Teddy, it’s 8 am, let Uncle Harry sleep…”

He heard the five-year-old whine in disagreement, “But Uncle Harry! You promised me we could go to Uncle Fred and Uncle George’s shop today!” Harry oof-ed as Teddy jumped on his body, sprawling on him, the little’s tousled hair glowed bright ginger.

Harry couldn’t help but chuckle, hugging the child on his chest playfully, “What I promised was we’ll go to the shop after we visited St. Mungos to visit Uncle Fred’s new-born baby, Teddy.”

The boy pouted, “The same thing… Ooh! Can we have pancakes?” Teddy was fast to change the subject, and Harry laughed in amusement. He sat up, still hugging the little boy, and kissed him on the cheek, “Alright, alright. Let me shower first. Wait- Where’s Uncle Ron?”

“Aunt Hermione had come over early to steal him away. She said she wants to have a breakfast date with him.” Teddy said innocently and Harry rolled his eyes, “Of course she did.”

“Oh, Uncle Harry?” Teddy chirped, following Harry here and there across the cottage like a baby duck. “Yes, Teddy?” Harry replied, drinking from a bottle of water stored in the fridge.

“I tinkled the bed again.”

---------------------------------------------------

“Oh Harry, it’s so nice to see you after so long!” Molly gushed and gave him a warm hug as Harry and Teddy arrived in St. Mungos by the Floo Powder. Harry smiled warmly at the woman, “I’ve missed you too, Molly.”

Everyone was there, even Ron and Hermione. “Really, Mione? The least you could do is tell me.” Harry chuckled as he came over to hug the girl who laughed slightly. “Well I did, I told Teddy to tell you.” She said, hugging the little boy hello afterward.

George then appeared from the ward, “Come on lads, the baby’s awake now.”

The group walked into the private ward Fred had arranged for his wife. He had met her when she first moved into Diagon Alley, with her flower shop just across the Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes about a year ago. Fred found comfort in her immediately, you could say it was love at first sight for both of them.

In an instant, there were coos and awes spreading across the ward. In Fred’s arm, was a baby bundled up in purple cloth with a beanie on its head, eyes were blinking slowly, and a tiny hand was holding Fred’s index finger. Right beside him, was his wife sitting up on the bed, looking rightfully exhausted.

“Oh, Fred, the baby’s lovely!” Fleur gushed as she hugged Fred’s wife hello. The woman was beautiful, black long hair with a striking pair of hazel eyes. If Harry had remembered correctly, her name was Lara.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” Ron asked, and Fred gently smiled, his eyes never left his precious child, “It’s a girl.”

Fred softly removed the beanie from his daughter’s head, and the crowd’s smile widened at the sight of the famous ginger hair. “At least we know she’s really a Weasley now,” George joked, and they chuckled.

“Uncle Harry, up, up,” Teddy said as he lifted his arms to Harry, and Harry lifted him to let him see. Teddy saw the baby, and her striking orange hair, he giggled and without him knowing, his hair turned to ginger as well.

They laughed again, and Harry playfully gasped, “Teddy’s a Weasley? Oh my,” He said, tickling the child’s belly, and Teddy giggled.

“Wanna know what her name is?” Fred asked, and attention went to him again. “Hurry up then, don’t leave us hanging,” Ginny remarked playfully, expecting Fred to roll his eyes but instead, his smile widened.

“Everybody, please welcome, my daughter; Charlotte Y/N Weasley.”

Harry snapped his eyes from the baby to Fred, and the tall ginger sent him a knowing smile with tear-filled eyes. “Fred had wanted to name her Y/N for a while now, he said they saved his life.” Lara softly said, speaking for her husband.

The crowd was quiet until Molly came forward and hugged her son, “I love it,” She whispered, fearing if her voice got any louder, the trembling in it would sound so loud.

“This way, they’ll be with us, always.” Fred huffed laughter, trying so hard not to cry. Harry had mirrored his expression; tears were starting to fill his eyes. “I feel like Charlotte’s not going to be her name around the house now,” Hermione said, chuckling as she wiped the happy tears away.

Ron snickered, “Bet Charlotte’s her middle name now,” And the crowd erupted in laughter. Harry couldn’t laugh, his eyes were trained to the new-born whose name is now after you.

“What do you think, Harry?” Fred asked, smiling knowingly at the longing expression Harry had.

Harry was feeling a lot of things. It has been more than 3 years since you passed, and he hadn’t forgotten you ever since. He had told Teddy fun facts about you ever since the summer started, and he had seen you in his dreams smiling lately. For some reason, he didn’t feel sad at all, he was elated at the sight of young Charlotte Y/N in front of him.

Already knowing that she’s going to grow up as an amazing person, he gave Fred a bright smile as he said,

“She’s wonderful.”

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Under the Christmas Tree

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Title: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

Pairing: Eisuke x MC

Tags: fluff, drabble

Word count: 2024

A/N: I know I’ve got some requests, and I swear I’ll get to them - this is progress ehehe~ I took a little bit of a break for a few days because I wasn’t feeling well, so to the people who’ve sent me requests; thank you all SO MUCH for your requests (I really do appreciate your requests and all of you <3 - since I’m saying this, I genuinely appreciate and love all of you - those who request, lurk, like, and reblog — thank you all so much xxx), I’ll work on them this week - to get myself back into the swing of uploading stuff onto here/making my brain use creative juices to wRiTe, I wrote this - which has been living inside my head since thanksgiving 😳 anyways, hope this is okays xx

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Autumn came and went. The golden crisp of the leaves left all trees barren, surrendering to snow-covered sidewalks - gone for another year. How many seasons have I seen with Eisuke…? How many times have we been together through another fall, winter, spring, and summer? I’ve lost count - then again, I’m not really counting anymore, since we’ll have forever (and that’s a lot of seasons - not that I mind, anyway).

The chill of the autumn wind has changed to a stinging winter breeze - which has me making Eisuke’s coffee a bit warmer - so he won’t get sick. It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been together; I’ll always be worried about him - especially now that the weather’s a lot cooler and he doesn’t do well in the cold heh, that seems to be another thing they have in common...

Below me, Tokyo gleams and glitters - the city lights at night are certainly nothing to scoff at. Especially not from our suite. Content at how my life’s been, I sigh a bit, gripping the mug in my hands a bit tighter - searching for the warmth, letting it seep into my hands - and letting the coffee I made for myself slide down my throat, coming to rest in my stomach. As I look out into the world surrounding me, the smell of the freshly brewed coffee keeps me grounded, it’s tempting smell wafting into my nose, slightly fogging up the window when I lean too close. Everything in the world couldn’t be more perfect.

My eyes growing softer at the serene, graceful landscape below, I lean my head gently against the grand window, letting my eyes gloss over the scene below as I think about the text Eisuke sent me about four hours ago;

“I’m going to be late today. Don’t wait up for me.”

Christmas will be in one hour, and I wanted all of us to be together when the clock strikes midnight. I hope he comes home soon-

Before I can finish that thought, an ear piercing wail snaps me out of my thoughts

Poor darling, probably had a nightmare - that’s his scared cry.

Putting the cup of coffee down, I walk over to the cream painted crib situated next to the Christmas tree.

“Shhhh, shhh… It’s okay, Eito. I’m here. I’m here, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

I coo into our delicate seven-month-old baby’s ear as I pick him up and start rubbing his back.

“I promise I’ll protect you from anything and everything that ever tries to hurt you - whether it be the monsters in your dreams, the ones you’ll think hide under your bed or in your closet, and the ones disguised as ‘good people.’” I make that promise to him as I gently place a kiss on his head, adjusting him in my arms so that his head is no longer resting on my left shoulder, rather, that his head is resting in the crook of my left arm. His eyes are still shut, tears streaming from his little red eyes, but he’s calmed down a bit - the crying got a bit quieter.

“I promise I’ll always be here for you, Eito.” I whisper, kissing his tears away.

He looks just like his father - I bet Eisuke looked just like Eito when he was a baby. Eito tends to cry a lot - come to think of it, hasn’t Eiji said Eisuke was always fussy and cried a lot when he was a little kid? At least before his sister was born. I smile to myself, cradling our baby in my arms, knowing I’m probably the only person in the world who knows how similar Eisuke and Eito are. Not that Eisuke’d ever admit it, at least. ...Eiji’s really only met Eito once - when I gave birth to Eito, and even then, he looked at Eito like he was the only thing in the world that mattered - but I’m positive if Eiji were to ever visit and spend one day with Eito, he’d realize Eisuke and Eito’s similarities don’t just stop at their looks.

The crying’s stopped, and for now, Eito looks at me with those wide, beautiful brown eyes of his, and he smiles, reaching up to touch me.

“Hey, feeling better? You certainly don’t look sleepy anymore - wanna stay up with me and see your first Christmas?”

To this, he laughs - smiling myself, I decide to take that as a ‘yes.’

“I thought I told you not to wait up for me.”

The voice slightly startling me, I turn around, clutching Eito a bit tighter to my chest in the process.

“I wanted the three of us to be together - you know, for Eito’s first Christmas. And he had another nightmare, the poor baby - so I’ve been cradling him to cheer him up.” I respond, bouncing Eito in my arms, a natural smile gracing my lips as I look up at Eisuke - who responds by placing a kiss upon my lips.

“...If that’s what you want.” He says with a sigh, looking down at Eito with soft eyes and lifting his index finger to gently caress the baby’s cheek - who, in reply to his father’s tender touch, laughs and wraps his tiny fingers around Eisuke’s large one. Eisuke’s really changed since Eito was born…for starters; he gets that soft look in his eyes and smiles a lot more - especially around Eito.

With a smile, I ask Eisuke if he’d hold Eito for a bit while I make him some coffee.

When I return with Eisuke’s overly sweet coffee in tow, I find Eisuke sitting on the couch, rocking Eito back-and-forth, a warm look on his face.

“Here you go - I can hold him while you drink it.”

“I want to hold him for a bit longer.”

“Okay.” I say in agreement, inwardly screaming and trying to engrave this adorable moment in my mind forever - Eisuke rejected my coffee to hold his son

It’s 11:45 pm now, and Eisuke went to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable - I wouldn’t blame him, seems like he’s had a taxing day at work I wonder how Chisato and Sakiko are doing...I’ll stop by sometime soon and set up a date to catch up with them.

Eito’s squirming around in my arms, so I set him down on the grand, amber tainted floor - he’s been crawling recently, and I find myself eager to see which corner of the suite he travels to. This time, Eito makes a beeline for the Christmas tree, completely disappearing under it. I’m not too concerned about him going under the tree - I know it’s something I loved doing when I was a kid (it’s magical - laying under there and looking up - feeling like you’re looking at a completely different world, giving it an ethereal glow - the view of the christmas lights lighting up the tree from the inside is certainly a simple, nostalgic view worthy of competing with Tokyo’s midnight skyline) - so for the fun of it, I decide to follow him under the tree.

Mildly surprised I fit under the tree, I see Eito laughing - he’s sitting perfectly by the base of the tree, looking straight at me. Finding him adorable, I bring him towards me, carefully, taking special care not to accidentally whack him in the face with a stray branch, and not give him rug burn - even though it would be nigh impossible, considering he’s wearing his white and blue dinosaur print footsies. I bring him around to my left and tickle him a bit, laughing with him and enjoying this moment of peace.

Seconds later, Eisuke enters the room, and I stop tickling Eito - suddenly turning this into a game of hide-and-seek. Luckily, Eito seems to catch on, blissfully looking up at me, silently flapping his little arms in the air.

“Where are they…?” Eisuke asks himself, his feet coming to a stop in front of my face. I try not to look up - else he’d find us, and wanting to keep the game going for a bit, I bring one hand up to stifle my laughs. Unfortunately, Eito gives us up with a little giggle.

In no time at all, Eisuke bends down and we’re face-to-face. He wastes no time in scolding me or for that matter, doesn’t bother to ask why I’m under the tree with Eito - he just sighs.

“What are you doing under there?” He asks, looking painfully exhausted.

“Get under here with us!” I exclaim, laughing with Eito, who, giggling, reaches out towards his father.

“Why would I do that?” He asks, giving me a hard time while he gives Eito his index finger to play with (and, as Eito planned, to suck on).

“Just come on!” I insist.

“...fine.” he grumbles, trying his best to get under the tree without knocking it down.

He’s decided to go on the other side of the tree, keeping Eito between us.

“You know you’re a handful, right?” He asks, trying his best to sound annoyed with me; but deep down, I know he’s not really annoyed - he likes it. It’s because I can be a “handful” that he’s not “bored,” as he would have said, once upon a time.

“You love it.” I retort, my eyes glued to little Eito, as he laughs and reaches up towards a red ornament hanging on one of the lower parts of the tree.

We remain like that under the tree for a while, the smell of pine weaving its way into my hair, the christmas lights twinkling softly above us, the effect being amplified only after the lights in the living room were shut off. Eisuke’s eyes remain content, and soft - resting on Eito and his innocent antics. My heart set at peace, knowing my husband is by my side, our baby is nestled safely between us, and has seen the transition from Christmas eve to his first Christmas. In that moment, we seem untouchable - and it feels like nothing in the world could harm us, take our joy away, or tarnish this harmony we’ve found at last. For a moment, it feels like the warm lights above our heads are enough to keep us safe, protected.

Bonus:

After a while of laying under the Christmas tree with Eisuke and Eito, Eito decides he wants to explore some other part of the suit. Eisuke and I spend a few more minutes under the rich forest green tree, gazing at each other - and share a secret kiss beneath the chorus of the gleaming lights above us.

“Thank you.” He whispers, holding my head close to his.

Curious as to what he means, I merely tilt my head to the side and give him a quizzical look, to which he explains;

“For never giving up on me. For staying by my side. For giving me Eito.” I smile despite myself, and in response, decide to cup his face and softly kiss him.

Then he whispers into the kiss, “I love you.”

Smiling, I say it back, and slide out from under the tree.

Once I’m out, I take the mugs of coffee out of the living room - both mine that’s still half full, and Eisuke’s, which is completely empty.

After I spend a few minutes in the kitchen cleaning the mugs, I return to the living room, my heart swelling at the sight before me;

Eisuke’s fallen asleep in a sitting position on the couch, his chest rising and falling with each breath, his eyelids heavy with the pull of sleep holding them down. And resting atop his chest is none other than Eito, tranquility the scene on his face as he sleeps on Eisuke’s chest - his little mind free of nightmares Eito never has nightmares when Eisuke’s around. Even in sleep Eisuke finds a way to keep Eito safe and secure; he has his right arm holding onto Eito, guarding him even while he rests (Eisuke’s way of saying he’ll forever protect Eito no matter what - I’m sure of it).

I love the both of you. And I’d give my life to protect the little family we’ve got. Merry Christmas, my loves.

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devourer--of--books · 4 years

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tagatha dating simulator au

- It’s sunday night and local college student, Agatha, hasn’t sleep in two days, practically glued to her chair at the library, trying to absorb the maximum of information she possibly could before finals on monday morning.

- Sitting across from her is her roommate and best friend, Sophie, who doesn’t seem nearly as concerned, playing a game on her phone. Mostly because she already failed half of her courses and is considering dropping out of college to pursue a modeling career, why try at this point-

- Agatha appreciates that Sophie is keeping her company, she really does, but even if her friend was using headphones, Agatha can still hear the background music and the voice actors very clearly. That on its own was distracting enough, but it was always the same lines, with the background music looping as Sophie restarted the game prologue over and over again.

- Around the fifth time she hears the app-staring-exclamation ‘milady!’ her eye starts twitching.

- By the twelfth she slams her book shut, earning herself a glare from all the remaining students in the library.

- “How terrible do you have to be at a game to not be able to get through the prologue?” she whisper-shouts, taking the sit beside Sophie, looking at the screen.

- “That’s not the problem,” her friend defends, proceeding to explain the game.

- Trial by Tale is a recently released dating simulator that has managed to gather a cult-like following. The game was praised for its diverse range of LIs, well-written routes, stellar voice acting, high-quality art style and a beautiful soundtrack. It was apparently highly addicting as well, as Agatha had never seen Sophie be that invested in... any game... like, ever.

- Basically, the main character was transported inside a fairytale-fantasy-like world, where they were introduced as a ‘reader’ to compete in the ‘trial by tale’, a inter-worldly tournament, set up by a mysterious entity (a magical pen known as ‘the storian’), in which the winner would be granted an unconditional wish.

- “Original,” Agatha snorts.

- “Can you just shut up and listen?”

- During the prologue, the main character meets most of the main LIs and according to the player’s decisions, the game would put them into a specific route, based on affection levels with each datatable character.

- There were about thirty bad endings for the casual route (where the player either made stupid choices or didn’t gather enough affection with any LI), ranging from mildly sad to terribly gory. Then, each route had five early bad endings, that could happen during the trial, resulting in the main character’s death.

- If the player managed to win the tournament with the LI, bargaining with the storian for the survival of two competitors, then two new endings would be unlocked: a normal ending, in which the reader would wish to go home and a happy ending, in which the reader wished to remain forever in the fairytale world living happily ever after with their partner.

- “And that’s where it gets weird,” Sophie pauses, opening up the Trial By Tale wiki page. “Every single LI has a walkthrough and seven possible endings.”

- She shows Agatha a bunch of characters, offering some commentary on their personalities and backstories. Then, she pauses at the last. "All but one." The character is the prettiest, if not a bit too perfect. ‘Tedros of Camelot’, it says on the top of his page, his basic info and biography listed to the side, but it’s full of gaps, blanks and ‘???’s. It was mentioned that he was a dateable character, yet no walkthrough was provided.

- “Why doesn’t it say anything? Has he not been released?”

- “No one has managed to get his route so far, but according to the game developers, it’s possible. We don’t even know what his voice sounds like.”

- “And you think you will because…?”

- “I’m me. I’m getting Tedros’ route even if it’s the last thing I’ll do.”

- Agatha decides to leave her be, going back to the books, while asking for her to at least lower the volume.

- An hour or so goes by until Sophie grows hungry and decides to leave the library, going back to the dorm. After that, Agatha finally manages to concentrate, and time goes by in a flash.

- In fact, it passes so quickly that she��s not even sure what time it was. When did everyone leave?

- Her phone is dead and the clock on the wall is frozen at midnight. Probably broken, Agatha decides. It couldn’t be midnight, the lights were still on, the library closed at 10:30pm sharp and no one came to kick her out. She was tired, but she wasn’t deaf. She calls for the librarian.

- All the lights turn off at once. She’d be lying if she said it didn’t freak her out a bit.

- Then, she notices a blue glow from under the table. Please don’t let it be a demon.

- It’s a smartphone, with a bedazzled case, a loading blue screen emitting the light. Trial By Tale’s soundtrack starts to play and soon enough the words appear. Touch anywhere to start. That was Sophie’s phone. Which would be fine and normal and okay if Agatha wasn’t pretty sure Sophie left with it.

- The music starts to loop, and Agatha uses the light to guide her to the entrance, only to find it locked. Every other exit was blocked as well. Ha. Funny.

- Eventually, she surrenders, clicking on the screen, trying to close the app. The last thing she hears is ‘milady!’ and everything turns black as she feels the floor disappear from under her feet, her consciousness fading as she fell into an abyss of darkness.

- She wakes up lying on grass, near a gate, the words Trial By Tale engraved on top of it.

- She pinches herself, feeling it sting as she stared at the gate, pinching harder and harder to the point she nearly screamed in pain. The gate was still there. Agatha focus on her senses. She’s never able to smell things on her dreams.

- This place smells like dirt, pines, dried blood and iron.

- It’s a dream, she tries to convince herself. Very vivid dream, but it’s a dream.

- A bunch of floating text appears in front of her: Welcome, competitors!

- The storian tells Agatha everything Sophie already told her: it’s a tournament, in which 40 teens from different fairytale kingdoms, including the reader world, must compete amongst themselves for survival during 24 hours. You could pair up with someone, forming an alliance, but there could only be one winner. Then, the world froze, turning black and white, three options appearing in thin air:

A: I’m a boy

B: I’m a girl

C: I’m neither/both/something else.

- Agatha experiments. The text didn’t respond to her voice or gestures; she had to touch it. B. They disappeared up in smoke, being replaced by a new choice:

A: climb over the gate early

B: go in as soon as the gong goes off

C: run into the woods

- All of those sound horrible, she’ll hang around here, thank you very much.

- Agatha decides to pick B, because it sounded the least likely to get her killed. Tapping the option, color returns and more texts appears, telling her the rest of the rules. Apparently, all forms of magic and weapons were allowed, as it was a tournament to the death.

- Well, she had neither a weapon nor any magic, geez, things were certainly looking up.

- A gong can be heard and Agatha waits for her legs to magically move according to her choice.

- They don’t.

- She debates on staying put for a few minutes, maybe way too many, but then she remembers: casual route endings vary from mildly sad to terribly gory. Agatha doesn’t wanna find out which one she’d get by sticking around.

- Her future now depends on her romancing one of these pieces of code. Thankfully, it was just a dream, right?

- Inside the arena (?), she gets some other choices, which Agatha uses to her advantage, trying to figure out which LI she was going for and how to win them over.

- Hort, according to her friend, was the easiest to please and the most boring of them all. Nicola was efficient and Sophie had managed to unlock her happy ending without a walkthrough. Aric was a psycho, and so was Japeth. Don’t pick Rhian, her friend had warned. Anadil was a hard one to guess without the walkthough, Hester was super hot and Agatha’s type but that could go very wrong (clearly her type wasn’t working out, as she was painfully single) and-

- Is that Japeth or Rhian? She can’t tell, but he’s coming her way.

A: introduce yourself

B: try to kill him

C: hide behind the rock

- She chooses C, but climbs a tree instead, because he surely would be able to see her behind the rock, was he blind or something?

- “You sure are taking your time choosing,” a voice whispers from the branch above her, nearly giving her a heart attack, “...first time player maybe? Or just dumb?”

- Tedros, the mysterious character, was looking down at her, resting on a higher branch.

- Agatha glares at him before blurting: “You’re shorter than you look on your CG.”

- He chokes. “You can hear me?”

- “Why are you british?” she notices the accent, given how different it sounded from all the other voice actors.

- “I’m bi,” he frowns at her in offended confusion.

- (The himbo energy in this bus is astronomical.)

- They bicker a bit and Japeth grows suspicious of the hushed conversation, nearing the tree. Tedros asks for her help taking him down. Agatha is like, sure, whatever at this point, just trying to forget that Tedros broke the fourth wall. It’s a dream, don’t overthink too much.

- She distracts Japeth, and Tedros tries to ambush him, but it backfires horribly, resulting in Tedros now being a few seconds away from dying a very very painful death.

A: run away

B: ally yourself with Japeth

- Agatha hesitates over option A, convincing herself that Tedros wasn’t a real person. He was a just a character in a game. But while the entire world is black and white waiting for her answer, she swears his eyes remain icy blue.

- Trick of the light?

- She presses A but throws herself towards Japeth, colliding with him. Agatha ends up being stabbed in the arm, but otherwise fine, which is more than Japeth can say, as he fell into a conveniently located black hole. That hurt like a bitch, how is this a dream?

- Tedros is shook.

- “What did you do? How did you even-” he eyes the blood in her arm. “You’re bleeding!” Tedros rips his shirt to wrap it around the wound, and Agatha does her best not to stare at him while he tends to the wound.

- A blue ribbon in the sky tells Agatha she is now on Tedros’ route. A ribbon they can both read.

- “That’s… troublesome.”

- “What, is your route cursed or something?”

- “...”

- “It’s totally cursed, isn’t it?”

- They argue a bunch and Agatha tries to ditch him but ends up almost dying twice. Tedros saves her, and insists that since he accidentally gave her his route, he’ll help her stay alive for as long as he can.

- Together they figure out that Agatha’s ability to disobey the game choices might be able to uncurse his route, hopefully sending her home by the end and resetting the game as it was meant to be, allowing people play his route.

- Agatha is pretty sure Tedros is not telling her something, but she kinda does owns him her life now (“2x1, sucks to suck, reader.”) and he offered to share some of his food and hiding spot with her. Doesn’t hurt that he clearly knew how to fight and had a big sword, while Agatha had.... free will and nothing else apparently???

- They end up talking over fruits and water (we love a healthy king) in a cave and Agatha finds out basically every other character’s backstory, learning a ton about the context of these trials as well as what the game felt like for the characters.

- According to Tedros, every other character was doomed to repeat the same route and actions following the reader’s choices, only to lose all memories by the end, as the game reseted. They were all blissfully ignorant of the fact that this was, in fact, a dating simulator. All of them but Tedros. When Agatha asks him why, he closes off:

- “Every single character has a core wish they want fulfilled. It can be the same wish every time, or it can change once your route resets. My original wish contradicted the memory reset, so no one has been able to play my route at all. And if no one plays, I can’t reset. If you go home and the game resets, I’ll make a different wish and my route should be fixed for good.”

- Agatha doesn’t ask what he wished for and he doesn’t tell her either; it feels like way too personal of a question for strangers eating berries in a cave.

- She does ask him what his new wish will be, though.

- “I’ll restore my kingdom back to its former glory,” he starts, a certain sadness in his eyes. “They deserve a prince who doesn’t waste time wishing for-” Tedros interrupts himself, telling her about his kingdom instead.

- Agatha knows he’s related to King Arthur due to his name on the Trial By Tale wiki, but she’s surprised that he actually gives her that info willingly. He is indeed the prince of Camelot, but his mother abandoned the palace when he was nine and then his father died a few years later, sending the kingdom into despair and disgrace.

- (“That’s rough, buddy.”)

- To lighten the mood, she decides to tell him about ‘the reader world’.

- “To exist in your world might be something then,” he smiles, “I mean, beats hanging around here. You said you have a machine that can play music anytime you want?”

- Tedros is fascinated with everything and asks her about all sorts of stuff, like about politics, lgbtqa+ rights, tik tok, food, the economy, school and fashion trends. Also, memes, lots of memes.

- They spend like 8 hours straight hidden in a cave, just talking, bickering and actually having a lot of fun. The lack of choices even makes her forget she was still in a game.

- Tedros notices how tired she looks and offers to keep watch while she sleeps.

A: say no as a joke

B: outright refuse

- Agatha taps A.

- “Sure, do you mind if I lean on you though?”

- Is this like a date or are we like doing my route and you’re sleeping on my arm platonically? Tedros is shook, part 2.

- Agatha tries not to fall asleep, but she does take a nap, leaning on his shoulder. Surprisingly enough, an hour later she’s still alive, but her head was now on his lap and he was petting her hair.

- “Hi.”

A: get up

B: kiss him

- She doesn’t wanna get up, but she doesn’t really feel like kissing him would be appropriate for the moment. She presses B, yet remains still for next few minutes. Tedros looks a bit disappointed, as if he was waiting for her.

- “Aren’t you going to kiss me?”

- “Do you want me to?”

- He doesn’t reply immediately, running his fingers through her hair. “Everyone wants to kiss me. I’m hot, I’m a prince and I’m rich.”

- “You’re gonna need to do better than that to get me to kiss you,” Agatha tells him. “If we survive this I’ll kiss you once, just before we unlock your normal ending and I go home. For a CG.”

- “But then I won’t remember it at all.”

- The comment makes her nervous. Once this is over and Tedros gets his route unlocked, he’s gonna be just another character. He’ll say things like that to everyone. Agatha has to chastise herself for growing attached to a video game character. He’s not real. He wasn’t yours to begin with, you’ve known him for less than a day. Get a grip.

- They stay in silence until another gong goes off, the storian’s text showing up in the air: “12 hours left. Only 10 competitors remain.”

A: stay in the cave

B: leave

- Agatha chooses B and they head out of the cave to see who else was alive, just in time to not be crushed under heavy rocks. Strangely they don’t bump into anyone. What they do run into, though, is a bunch of traps and creatures meant to randomly eliminate competitors. Great.

- Somehow, Agatha always chooses the right option and alters her actions just enough to save them at the last minute. Is she a pro-gamer? One can only marvel at how lucky she’s been getting in this game. No, but like, really, is she? Tedros is impressed.

- At the 6 hour mark, there’s 4 people left, including the two of them. He’s been eyeing Agatha weirdly and she doesn’t know what to think of it because she liked hanging out with him, but at the same time, he is a piece of code.

- There’s like, a dramatic confrontation with the other two competitors, which turn out to be Aric and Hester, not as a pair, but as individuals, and it ends up working out in Tedros and Agatha’s favor, as those two end up murdering each othe while Tedros and Agatha have the advantage of teamwork. It’s a great action sequence, but if you’ve read this far, I’m pretty sure you’re not here for the action.

- Anyway, the storian appears, but unlike the other routes, instead of giving Agatha the opportunity to bargain for them both to survive, her options are:

A: kill Tedros

B: kill Tedros

- Agatha doesn’t tap either. She stays still, glaring at the pen while the world remained black and white.

- Then, the entire arena starts to shake, the game glitching as Tedros moves, his colors fading in and out, his expression tortured, as if just smiling at her was painful, his eyes glowing unnaturally blue. “Let’s get you home,” he mouths, before stabbing himself with his own sword, falling to the floor as the colors returned for good.

- Agatha couldn’t breathe, kneeling beside him.

- “To meet someone who’d love me for me,” he admits, bleeding out into the ground, a single tear running down his face. “That was my original wish. And then I met you.”

- She kisses him on the lips, and as you know, true love’s kiss breaks every spell, heals every wound and transcends the limits of storytelling.

- Tedros’ chest is slowly healing, but just as he gets stronger, Agatha grows weaker, starting to disappear through his fingers in rays of lights, back to the reader’s world, leaving a lonely prince by himself in a bloody arena with a magical pen.

- “Unconditional wish for the winner, hm?”

- Back at the library, Agatha wakes up with a snap, falling off her chair.

- The clock on the wall reads 10pm and the few students left at the library glare at her. She hurries to gather her things in her arms, going back to her dorm trying to make sense of what just happened. It was all a dream. It had to be because her arm is intact. She has been running on too much caffeine, finals start the next morning, she was stressed, that’s all.

- Sophie is still playing the game once Agatha arrives at the dorm, and as soon as she walks in, her friend tells her the news:

- “See, darling, I told you I’d get Chaddick’s route eventually!”

- Chaddick’s route?

- Agatha doesn’t even reply, going straight to bed, still haunted. That night, she has no dreams of handsome boys in caves, neither does she dream of blue-eyed princes bleeding out.

- Monday afternoon, though, a distracted Agatha is walking back to her dorm after taking her exams, when she bumps into someone, nearly knocking her over. She is about to yell at the stranger when her voice gets caught on her throat.

- “To exist in your world might be something,” the familiar stranger smiles at her, “I mean, I’m Tedros Pendragon, nice to meet you.”

#school for good and evil #The School for Good and Evil #sge #agatha x tedros #Tagatha #tedros of camelot #Agatha of camelot #Agatha of Woods Beyond

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capricornus-rex · 4 years

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Playing Pretend (7)

Requested by: @calkesttiss | Prompt:

Hi! I just watched isi & ossi (rich girl and poor boxer boy AH) on netflix and now i cant stop thinking about cal and fake dating. Do with that what you will

Hey guys! I hope you’re enjoying the fic as it goes along :) I think I got too carried away in making the story outline because this was such an interesting reference (Isi & Ossi), so I guess I had fun writing it that’s why I ended up making so many parts. I hope you don’t mind that! Again, I hope you enjoy the story and it would be great if you support me in my future content (fics), it means a great deal to me 💓

Cal Kestis x Reader

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7 of ?

When you got home, you were greeted by your parents with faces blanker than a canvas. They were now fully aware that you are definitely spending time with this boy. Your mother is usually the one who had the most to say, whereas your father had nothing much to say—in fact, your parents were perfect opposites of one another.

“Oh, so now you suddenly care that I come home late, that I’m gone for hours because I’m spending most of it with my boyfriend, and that I actually exist?”

“What’s it going to take for you to stop this behavior?”

“Postpone the engagement with Logan that you made without my consent and 40,000 credits,”

“What in the world are you going to do with forty-thousand, [y/n]?!”

“What? A girl’s gotta shop,” you say condescendingly. “Plus, when did five digits ever worry you, Mom? You’re one of the filthy rich, remember? Forty-thousand is barely a dent on your joint account!”

“[y/n], please can we sort this out?” your poor father sighed.

As much as you want to give in for your father, if you give in now then you have broken your deal with Cal by default—you couldn’t allow it, your parents even seem to have overlooked your demand of postponing the engagement.

When your parents were sure that you were out of earshot, Sorhan reassured his wife that he will send out of the bodyguards to keep an eye on her—even though he was against the whole idea. Little did they know that you were hiding behind the walls near the living room, though it didn’t surprise you that they will be sending out spies for you—you knew exactly how to evade them. Even if they did see you, there’s nothing much they can do.

You repeated the exact same words of your non-negotiables to your parents, your words were almost immediately eaten by the air as soon as you released them. You shake your head in utter disappointment and retreated to your bedroom. By rote, you check your holotable for transmissions and messages that you received while you were out—majority of them came from Tazha begging you to call her back once you’re back, which you did.

“Ugh, finally!”

“Really? That’s how you’re gonna start the call, Taz?”

“You’ve been gone all day!”

“Yeah, I was with Cal the whole time,”

“You mean your fake boyfriend?”

You paused from removing your jacket just so you could shoot back a look at Tazha. You picked up something from the way she put that out, though you shouldn’t have a reason to get that word under your skin. You forget that it was the reality of this whole ordeal.

“Got something to tell me, Tazha?”

“Well, duh, tell me how your date go?”

“It wasn’t a date, we just met up and talked,”

Tazha rolled her eyes and sighed, “Gee, how romantic.”

While folding your jacket, a smile had curled up in your lips when the memory of you and Cal back at the abandoned park suddenly flashed in your mind. Not even the slightest smile escape Tazha’s eagle eyes—even through a holotable transmission.

“Hup! I saw that, [y/n],” she perked up, pointing her finger at you. “Come on, you’ve got something to tell!”

“Does it really interest you or nah?”

Tazha debated that she definitely wants to hear about your day and so you narrated everything to her from the very beginning until the end when you two were in the park all day. It wasn’t the moments you retold that interested her, it was more of the way you told it—even your face was telling a lot more of the story than your lips.

“He listens to The HU too!”

“So what are you guys gonna do tomorrow or next?”

You shrug your shoulders but you didn’t worry about it too much.

Wow, this is so unlike her. Tazha thought to herself when she saw you squeal like a toddler, she’s never seen you this excited for anything. Being your best friend since forever, she knows that you were the planner between the two of you—and to see you not panicking over the fact that you’ve got no specific plans for the next time you and Cal meet up kind of surprised her.

The dates continued on. You brought Cal to the farmer’s market where they sell delicacies and drinks found only in Alderaan, one of your favorites being the Starblossom fruit and the beverage Mocoa.

“Be sure to remove the seeds, they’re really bitter when you bite them,”

“I’ve never had these ever, these are really good!”

“Yeah?”

“I think this is gonna top Jogan berries in my list of favorite fruits,”

There are still so many things you want Cal to see and try. The pubs and its drinks, the farmer’s market and what it has to offer, and even the mosh pits. He was surprised that even in a classy planet as Alderaan, there are such things.

“Well, the rich people aren’t the only ones who wanna have fun!” you exclaim.

You still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you and Cal are getting along well despite this fake relationship—sometimes he forgets that he was even in one in the first place. He continued to spend time with you, meeting up with you whenever you asked. In the first few days, he did it out of obligation and for the sake of following the agreement; but the more often you two hang out, he slowly warmed up to you some more. He allowed you to drag him around the city and bring him to places that you usually frequent.

Each time you’re with him, the more you wanted the moments to last longer. You didn’t want to come back to your house.

You and Cal get into a mosh pit, the show was about to start, and the crowd was beginning to go wild. Most of the partygoers were young people—just about your age—and they were clad in a complete contrast to the luxurious clothes that the elites wear.

Cal wrapped his arm around your shoulder which startled you, when you tilted your head up to look at him, he had that casual look in his face.

“What are you doing?”

“Figured we ought to look the part,” he smirked.

You scoffed as you smiled back, seeing that there was no harm in it, the two of you approach the bouncer at the gate.

“Hey-hey, look who it is! It’s [y/n]! Where the heck have you been?!”

“Hey Fritz, heard that the band’s here!”

“For sure!” the bouncer takes notice of Cal, he points at him but kept his eyes on you. “Your boy?”

“Yeah, this is Cal.”

“Hoo-whee, and I thought the princess could never score a keeper!”

You brush off the bouncer’s teasing and he finally lets you and Cal in after you hand him a handful of credits. From afar, you found the bodyguard that your father had sent blend in with the crowd but he sticks out like a sore thumb, you ignored him and let him see you enter the mosh pit; he later contacts your father shortly after you and Cal entered.

“You’re a regular here?” Cal closed in on your ear as the bass was blaring through the speakers.

“Yeah well, I come around here more often than the Tipsy Taun-taun! I’m sure you’ll like it here, just wait and see!” you confidently assured him.

Cal stayed close to you while the two of you stayed at the bar, watching the crowd and whoever performer is on stage, and sipping Alderaanian brandy. After the performer that was already on stage when you got there, the emcee walks in and says his spiel for the next one. He vaguely introduces the band until he declares the name.

“The one you’ve all been waiting for: The HU!!!”

The crowd went wild, they roared and whistled, some of them even spun their bandannas in the air as the band members enter. As for Cal, his lips parted open starting from the moment the emcee uttered the band’s name. He looked to you, as if looking for some confirmation, and you answered his expression with a smile combined with a single twitch of your eyebrows.

The song started with a few strokes of their fiddles and then the beat of the drums. The crowd was bobbing and rocking to the rhythm of all the instruments and the unconventional yet impressive vocals—to you, the scene almost looked like a cult meeting.

“You knew they’d be here, didn’t you?”

You beamed a playful smile, “Told ya you’d like it!”

The HU was reaching its chorus, the instrumental was gradually heightening its intensity, and the crowd chanted along to the lyrics—even covering the background voices in certain verses. Eventually, you and Cal joined along as you knew the song as well as everyone else watching the gig. The songs became wilder. Laughter drowned in the roars of the crowd and the acoustics of the instruments, but neither of you didn’t care, the two of you are simply having fun in the heat of the moment.

The next band comes in. It was a drastic shift of mood compared to the last band as the vocalist belted out mellow tones, but the crowd—including the pair of you—adapted quickly; from bobbing your heads to the impactful beating of the drum, you sway left to right with your hands raised up harmonizing with the smooth strumming of the guitar and the neon lights have softened into warmer tones of purple, blue, and orange.

Cal wrapped his arm around you while swaying with the crowd. Much later, he gently cups your chin and angles your head so you face him. Was it on a whim or by impulse? Is there a difference anyway? It didn’t matter to him. Without warning, he brings himself closer to you until the gap in between is gone.

In the middle of the crowd.

Cal’s lips presses against yours.

Everything suddenly seemed to slow down—the movements of the crowd and the band, the beams of light dancing around the place, and the pace of time.

He presses his lips to yours, now your heart is beating ever faster, he softly suckles your lower lip and he slowly pulls away. The two of you exchanged tender gazes at each other, in the next second you gently pull him close by the straps of his armor and return the kiss.

Your trembling hands perched on his broad shoulders. The intensity was flaring, he allowed himself to get carried away. Everything around you felt like it was spinning. You were caught in the moment.

You didn’t even realize that your father and the bodyguard had tracked you down to the mosh pit, but when Sorhan saw you, he almost thought that the girl he was seeing wasn’t his own daughter: lips stretched to an ear-to-ear smile, eyes squinted into tight slits, and a laughter drowned by the blaring sounds of the music and the roaring crowd.

“Sir?”

“Come on. Leave her,” your father resigned and marched out of the bar, the confused bodyguard followed suit.

When the hype in the mosh pit died down, Cal offered to take you home. You walked the streets hand-in-hand, the rush is still fresh in both of you, and he would steal glimpses of you smiling to yourself—in turn, he would smile too as the two of you walk.

His pace got noticeably slower when you arrive to the manor’s porch, you were reluctant yourself, you didn’t want to get near the front door either. Cal squeezes your hand and step forward to the first step of the porch, he remained standing on one step below. You turn to Cal and the bright glint in his eyes that you saw at the mosh pit had dimmed down.

“Hey,” you cooed, giving his hand clutching yours a gentle shake. “I had the most fun tonight.”

“Me too.”

He manages a smile. Cal slowly closes in on you, your head tilts up as your eyes follow him; he softly brushes the wisps of hair to the back of your ear. He was hesitant about something. Your heart was racing again, he gazes at you intently and tenderly. His eyes trail to your mouth, he gently cups your chin with one hand and inches you closer to him.

His lips met your lips again, but this time, his kiss was much tenderer. You suckle his lips back as your felt his hands crawl and caress your neck. He finally wills himself to pull away from you.

“Good night,” he whispers while the tips of your noses brush against each other.

You smile, “Good night.”

His grip on your hand slowly loosens until the last of yours fingers have slid away from his grasp. Your free hand blindly pawed the door and turned the knob. You push the door open while still looking back at Cal; you step in and the last thing you see as you slowly close it is him smiling back at you—but it was a sad smile, you somehow understand why because the feeling’s mutual.

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thepaperpanda · 5 years

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Forever Hungry || Eddie Brock x Reader

Summary: Venom interrupted something really important, causing a commotion.

Warnings: A bit of smut

Words: 1879

Author: Cass & Rouge

Day was busy and you had a lot of work at your agency. You kept on going only because you knew at evening you were about to meet with your boyfriend, Eddie. However, he was not only your boyfriend. He was first and foremost your boss. Working at press agency wasn't too easy but you managed and you had a great results.

"No, I don't have time for a snack break now, V." Eddie muttered reading some random paper. "Besides, I am not really hungry like now and I AM busy." He said.

"I don't care, we're hungry and we want that nice chocolate bar from machine like yesterday. If you won't provide it, we'll eat your kidney or liver," symbiote said forming itselt next to Eddie.

Its sight fell on the large window in Eddie's office when you were passing it by.

"She's nice," Venom added.

"First of all! Hide yourself. Second, you can't demage me because where you will find as great host as me. And the last thing…," Eddie looked at the window to catch a small glimpse of you. "Yes... Yes she is," he sighed. "A bit," Eddie added suddenly, shrugging.

Venom formed a hand and blew a hit into back og man's head.

"You're really a loser, Eddie, trust us, we'd love to eat ya, so we'd be able to seek for another host, maybe this time we'd be lucky enough to not get onto someone...," symbiote looked for a proper words, his huge eyes looked right in Eddie's. "Some macho, not a piece of turd."

Symbiote hid into Eddie's body again but he spoke into his mind.

"Don't be a dumbshit, we good know what you think of her. We can help you with getting to her panties, loser."

"I wanna remind you that I already did that! By myslef," Eddie growled. "I can't believe that some…," he looked for a right word. "Cosmic parasite is calling me names."

~~~~~~

After another hour of working Eddie let out a loud sigh.

"Okay... Let's go to machine and get something to eat. Are you happy, V?," Eddie asked, getting up from his seat.

"No. Now we'll stick that bar up your ass," symbiote snorted in man's thoughts.

When Brock got on the corridor and to the snack machine, you happened to fall on him while walking with pile of documents you were needing at one of your cases.

"Oh, shit! Sorry, Eddie! I didn't see you! What a mess!," you mumbled crouching and starting to gather files.

"Move your stupid ass, turd," Venom said to Eddie.

"Shut up you parasite," Eddie muttered quietly and his attention immediately went to you. "Don't worry, Y/N. Let me help you."

Eddie started to help you pick up the files.

"So... Why you have that much stuff on you? I don't recall giving you that much work," he said with a worried and confiused tone, looking trough papers and files.

You tilted head with carefree smile on your lips.

"I think I found a nice case, apparently some people stated they've seen an alien. Reports come from all the city, different places. And, well, they even started to call this thing a hero, it chases some criminals, y'know?," you explained and frowned. "Hey, Ed, you look pale, everything's alright?"

"C'mon, cowboy, say something or we'll eat her head," Venom grunted.

Eddie complitly ignored Venom's word.

"An alien? This isn't a New York, sweetheart," he gave you a fake laugh and pointed on one of the papers, he read it at loud. "'I saw a big black thing chasing a car thief' - Really? This sounds more like some kind of urban legend," Eddie said trying his best to pull your attention away from Venom subject.

"Maybe, who knows. I think I'll investigate a bit. Maybe lurk around my district and try to catch something?," you said more to yourself. "Just imagine those headlines: ALIEN IN SAN FRANCISCO or ALIEN FOR THE RESCUE. We'd sell more than our standard print-run!," you seemed to be very excited. "But enough about work," you said putting files onto nearest desk to wrap arms around Eddie.

Eddie rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around you.

"Yes, enough about work. I am done with work for today. Wanna come to my place, order some food and watch a movie?"

"Sounds like a plan, pal," you said happily. "Just give me 15 minutes, I'll finish my work and clean my desk, we can meet on the parking lot," you proposed.

"Sounds like a plan," he repeat happily after you nodding, then he ran to his office to grab his leather jacket and two helmets. He quickly went to the parking lot.

"You see, V? I don't need your help," Eddie said being proud of himself. "Kiss my ass, parasite. I will fuck her so hard tonight that she will scream my name," he said zipping up his jacket, looking around.

Venom formed his head in front of Eddie's face and looked at man with pity.

"With that small piece of sausage in your pants? For sure, Eddie. Live in a dream."

"At last I have a dick," Eddie commented and smiled as he saw you. "Heeey there, gorgeous! Ready for a ride?," he asked and pat his motorcycle.

"With such a bad boy like you, Eddie? Always!," you ran to him and eagerly put the helmet on.

"Well than, hop on, girl," Eddie said and gave you ass a smack.

Ride with Eddy was fast and prabobly dangerous but he got both of you home saftly.

~~~~~~

The evening went nice and slow.

Eddie ordered your favourite meal and you two watched a movie together.

"You aren't asleep, sweetheart?," Eddie muttered kissing side of your head. "The movie is over."

As you were leaning over his chest, you smiled lazily.

"It's so comfy here that I don't want to get back home, babe," you told him.

"C'mon, you turd, get her to bedroom, we want to see her boobs," Venom formed itself and peeked into your decoultage from above.

"Shut up and get the fuck up! You distract me," Eddie growled quietly at Venom and laughed at your words. "Well, I have few ideas how we can extend this fun time," he said as his hand moved over your stomach.

You turned head to him in such a moment that Venom already vanished.

"Oh, do you?"

"I think you do, too."

Smiling, Eddie pulled you on his laps.

"You look so tasty today, you know?," he purred before kissing your jawline and moving down to your neck and cleavage.

"Yes, she does and her skin smells do good that we'd like to eat her alive now," Venom said in man's mind.

You rolled head, caressing Eddie's stomach through his shirt, slowly slipping hands under his shirt.

"I love your tattoos though," you said.

Eddie rolled his eyes at Venom's words.

"I know. I love them too," he said proudly and removed his shirt so you can have a better look.

"And I love your body," Eddie said and moved your shirt up your stomach to place few kisses there.

"Stop!," you giggled and messed his bangs. "You're so quick today, Eddie."

"I am always quick. Besides, I missed you so much, Y/N," man looked up at you.

You smiled at him and got off his lap, grabbing his palm.

"I hope you won't fuck me on that old couch, huh?"

Eddie followed you.

"I can fuck you anywhere you want," he said and quicily picked you up to take you to his bedroom.

Eddie kissed your neck walking with you to the bed. He laid you down and looked at you.

"How is this possible? You look even sexier now," man growled and moved down, placing kisses wherever he only could.

You smiled at him and easily get off unnecessary clothes, exposing your body to him.

It wasn't first time when he saw you naked so you were sure of yourself.

"Get her, tiger," Venom joked. "We can help ya with licking."

Eddie smiled and followed you doing the same thing.

"I love you, Y/N," he purred before kissing you, his hand moved down your body to your soaked pussy. Eddie circled your clit before slipping two of his fingers inside you.

You wrapped arm around his neck to pull him into a kiss. After moment you rolled on top of him and straddled him, simply slipping his already erected cock into your pussy.

"Easy, easy, Eddie, or you'll cum and it's gonna be end of play!," Venom laughed.

Eddie let out an annoying sigh and grabbed your hips.

"You don't like to wait, don't you?," he smiled at you and gave you one hard thrust.

"No, I don't, and you as well," you whispered leaning down to kiss his jaw while rocking your hips in steady pace. You rode him for a longer time, letting him play with every part of your naked body.

"Eddie, you dumbshit, we're hungry," said Venom to man.

"Shut you!," Eddie growled and started to move his hips faster, holding your waist tightly. "Fuck, sweetheart. You're gonna make me cum."

You also were nearing your peak when Venom formed itself right next to Eddie, glaring angrily at man's face.

"HUNGRY, YOU DUMBSHIT, WE'RE DYING FROM HUNGER!," then symbiote turned its head toward you. "Hi, Y/N. You look tasty."

You screamed loudly and fell back off Eddie, landing on the floor and hitting your head at night table that stand next to bed.

"Eddie! Don't move!," you yelled pulling on the sheets to cover yourself. "I'll grab the knife, don't move! Fuck!"

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, VENOM!," Eddie yelled and sat up. "For fuck's sake can't you see we were in the middle of something!" He looked at you. "No, no sweetheart... Don't. It's okay, this is the worst moment but… This is Venom. He lives inside me, he is a parasite, and apparently the alien you wanted to look for," Eddie explained as quickly as he could.

You laughed nervously, pulling sheets tighter around you and moving slowly to door of the room. "Parasite... I told you to not eat that kebab last time," you said.

"Kebab parasite? You're out of mind, woman? We're Venom, not a fucking parasite, dumbshit, don't call us that next to that lady, she'll think bad things of us!," Venom said to Eddie.

"It talks... Eddie, it talks... I go... I know. I'll call a vet. Maybe it's kind of... I...," and it was when you fainted, right in a threshold.

Eddie looked at you and than at Venom.

"Thank you so fucking much, V! You ruined my orgasm and you killed the only woman that want me! And yes, you are a parasite! You threaten to eat my insides every day," Eddie growled as he got up to quickly put some pants on. He walked to you. "Y/N... Sweetheart. Come on. Wake up," Eddie said patting your cheek.

You opened eyes slowly only to see Venom's head right next to Eddie's.

"Oh God," you whispered and fainted again.

Venom sighed.

"We fuck your orgasm, Eddie. Now, move your ass to the fridge. We bet there still is that piece of fried chicken from last dinner."

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pazvizslaplasmathrower · 4 years

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Father of Hopes and Dreams - Chapter 9

Read here or on AO3

Chapter 9: Dead Man’s Deal

Series Summary: Your young master is gone, just at the birth of your bond, he has left you for many years, leaving you to survive the galaxy alone. After sustaining an injury from a drunken storm trooper, someone faces the decision to either leave or help you in your moment of need.

Chapter Summary: You and your new guardian set off to Tatooine to find a starship for your travels. But in a moment of weakness, your curiosity gets the better of you.

Word Count: 1760

A/N: As always the MC is gender neutral and written so anyone can insert themself into the story. Comments are much appreciated! Also reqs are open!

“Primary goal: we need a star ship.” Paz muttered mostly too himself.

Young Y/N leaned over to look at what Pas had pulled up on his worn holopad. Much to their disappointment there was no array of star ships on the screen only a conversation in a language you couldn't make heads or tails of.

“What does that say?” You asked loudly, pointing directly at a word Paz had typed quite aggressively. “I...I think I've heard it before. Doesn't it mean ha-”

“Nope!” Without warning, Paz covered your mouth with a hand, before the rest of the word had a chance to roll off your tongue.

With both of your hands, you pried Paz's hand from your face, “S'not like I was gonna actually say it...”

The Mandalorian sighed, putting the data pad away, instead bringing out a holomap. The transport was nearly empty, so he was able to shrug off some of the natural anxiety that came with being out in the world for extended periods of time. You on the other hand seemed to be perfectly fine, not bothering much with your surroundings and still maintaining a lively energy. He was thinking to himself for just a moment too long.

“So...Are you going to show me where we're goin' or what?” You asked, trying to grab the device.

Paz Vizsla moved it just out of reach, switching it on. Blue light burst forth in a wave of unusual elegance, the map illuminating your face. Your guardian pointed out different planets and stars, tracing your current path with a gloved finger. As interesting as all those names and numbers were, the planets themselves were something to behold. With just a light touch, a single planet could be enhanced, illustrating its key features. To think that now you were going to once again be able to travel among the stars without fear! If only your master could have seen you.

“So, I want you to stay by my side the whole time. Y/N. Are you listening?” The man sighed once more. “Y/N, listen. Come back to me. “

He lightly snapped his fingers, drawing you out from your thoughts. “Huh?”

“I said that I need you to be at my side. Tatooine has no patience with naivety. Hold onto me if you must.”

Nodding, you wondered what type of port you would be landing at. “Is that where we're going to get a ship?”

“Yes, young one. Remember that use of your...powers is on hold for now. Until you can use them safely, there will be none of it.”

Groaning, you threw up your hands. “But what if something happens!? I don't have the strength of a Nexu, without the Force I'm dragon bait!”

“If you listen to me, you shall be just fine.” Paz patted them on the back, his strength a tad overwhelming, sending the kid lurching forward.

Still, the little one gave him a wry smile. “You can promise that you're gonna always be with me?”

He had no answer.

They slipped back into their seat, swinging their feet back and forth. “I know you can't. No one can do somethin' forever. I'm just scared I guess.” He watched them anxiously pick at the leather straps of their pristine, new armor. “I really don't wanna die as a kid, y'know?”

“I...I do know.” He said calmly.

The child nodded, nudging him lightly in the side. “I kind of figured. Man, it'd be nice to live a little and see things...”

“Y/N.”

They turned their head, those inquisitive eyes, somehow meeting his gaze right through his visor, most didn't know where to look, unable to even glance at him.

“Look at me.” Even though they already were, he couldn't let them know.

Swiftly, Y/N righted themselves and moved in the seat until they stood on direct eye level. “You're gonna say something serious, aren't you?”

“Yes. While I may not always be at your side, during the times that I am, I will do all I can to give you the best life you deserve.”

Y/N's mouth opened to speak, but Paz held up a finger to silence them.

“Don't you dare say you deserve otherwise.”

Without warning, the ship rocked, jarring both of them.

“WE'VE DOCKED. PASSENGERS CAN NOW LEAVE THE CABIN.” The pilot shut the com off, opening the hatch. Paz stood, beckoning you to follow and you did, making sure to at least stay in line with the Mandalorian's shadow.

***___***___***

Swear poured down the sides of your head, and dripped down from your brow, making your eyes sting. At first the prospect of wearing armor, was alluring, making you feel like a hero of old. High above, the twin suns beat down on the planet, making you move at the pace of a snail. Force, how Paz Vizsla was able to march ahead unperturbed.

“Can...Can we take a break?” You groaned melodramatically. “I'm gonna melt!”

“Are you drinking your water?” The man asked, glancing back.

Growing sheepish, you shook your head. “No...It's warm now.”

“Just a little further and we will rest for a bit. We really must hurry if we are going to meet the buyer.”

With a gloved hand, you wiped your forehead. “Why can't we break now?”

The Mandalorian took a breath, checking his com to see if there were any new notices. “Y/N are you truly exhausted?”

Weakly, you nodded, hoping he wouldn't insist on pressing further. To your good fortune, Paz Vizsla beckoned you to come forward. Sluggishly, you did, and to your surprise, he knelt, and turned his back.

“We don't have much time to waste. You can just hang onto my armor, alright?”

“Kark! Awesome!” With a smile, you latched onto the Mandalorian's back, holding onto the straps of the forged plates.

“Watch your mouth, Y/N.” He chided, standing and shifting to accommodate you. “Not until you are older.”

“Hm, we'll see.”

Even with you hanging on him, the Mandalorian Paz Vizsla, forged ahead, not slowing down a bit. The lifeforms on this planet were diverse to put it lightly. Never before had you seen such an array of peoples before. Traveling with your master, the both of you tended to stay away from the rest of civilization. A precaution that your old teacher had insisted upon. The urge to stare was far too much for you to handle, and so you gave in, looking at nearly everyone that passed by. Quite often you were observed right back, your curious stare met with tense scowls and strange smirks.

“Staring is rude, A'dika. I know this is all new for you, but you will find that the inhabitants here are far less than kind.”

You grumbled, pulling the hood of your short cloak up so no one could look at you. The rest of the walk was less than a mile, Paz finally stopping at the entrance of an extremely worn looking star ship hangar. The main door was shut though, large sections of durasteel were missing, having been stripped away by some monstrous force. Leaping down from the Mandalorian, you glanced at him with a worried look.

“We'll be fine.”

Tentatively, you trailed behind him, tense, waiting for something to happen.

Without pressing the door switch, the hangar entrance started to open, the harsh noise making your hair stand on end. From the dark inside came a rather sickly looking figure, ghoulish in complexion, hunched over, gaunt arms swinging from side to side with this new character's gait. His nearly toothless smile regarded your guardian, but then his white eyes looked down upon you.

“You never said you were bringing a kriffing child.” The brute growled.

“They are mine, they travel with me-”

“No children!” His sudden yell sent him into a coughing fit. “Leave the child outside or we don't have a deal!”

You could see Paz tap his fingers against the side of one of his blasters. Sighing, he turned and kneeled to speak to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Listen. It's won't-”

“Make up your mind! I don't have all day!”

Paz Vizsla merely turned his head. “If you raise your voice at me or my child again, I will shoot you where you stand.”

The ghastly man closed his gaping mouth.

“Forgive me, Y/N. It won't be very long. I just need to make this deal and we'll be on our way.”

“So I'm just gonna have to be out here alone?” You looked around, wary of how many strangers were wandering about.

“Everything will be alright.” Paz assured you. “Find somewhere close to hide. Wait there until I call for you, understand?”

That bastard behind the Mandalorian glared your way when you met his gaze. You wanted to put up some sort of protest, but decided against it.

“Okay...Can...Can you be quick?”

He chuckled, standing up tall. “I will do my best, A'dika. Don't worry. I'll come looking for you.”

Those curious twin suns, had started to fall, giving way to the majesty of night. No matter what planet you traveled to, the night sky had always remained perfectly beautiful. Heeding the Mandalorian's word, you scampered to the alley way next to the hangar, trying to find someplace unsuspecting, but comfortable. Not wanting to take cover in the dumpster nearby, you crawled up on the roof of the adjacent building, keeping low to the ground. Seconds flew by, then minutes, an hour and them another. The suns were gone by now, leaving you under the luminescence of the moon and stars.

“It's so kriffing cold...Hurry up...”

It had taken most of your self control not to go off and investigate the numerous interesting sounds, smells and sights. The Mandalorian Paz Vizsla had given you kind, but strict instructions to wait for him, but that had been ages ago. To wait a moment longer would make you go insane.

“A few minutes wouldn't hurt.”

With your enthusiasm piqued, you jumped to your feet, looking for your own adventure. By the time you had wandered off into the night, Paz strode out of the hangar, a sudden sinking feeling making his heart race. He yelled out your name. Once. Twice. Three times and nothing. He quickly checked over his jet pack, knowing a good scolding would be in order. Maker, nothing better have happened to you, so help him.

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mwub · 5 years

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Hmmm, thought I had posted this but evidently I didn’t, it was supposed to be a multichapter but I couldn't figure out how to continue it.

Toward Tomorrow

”Hey Lucy, what do I look like?” Came to a playful snicker from Lucy’s now open window as a young man with vibrant spiked pink hair that seemed like it hadn’t met a hairbrush in weeks pulled himself into the windowsill. Although the guild liked to joke otherwise, Natsu was quite handsome, not classically like Gray or princely like Loke but he held a certain spark that drew one's eye.

“What do you mean?” Lucy absently hummed as she sorted through clothes, holding up a powder blue sweater with an inquisitive look before tossing the sweater to the side with a derisive shrug.

“I mean, what do I look like?” Natsu responded with a slightly impatient edge to his naturally husky voice. At his tone, Lucy glanced his way to take his appearance in. The sunlight seemed to dance on his hair in knots and waves, one moment a soothing salmon color the next a bright Sakura pink, almost as if it couldn’t decide what color it wanted to be and changes from moment to moment. Oddly enough it perfectly suited his tan skin and his sharp dark olive green eyes that often sparkled with mischief. The mischief that wasn’t absent now as Natsu rocked back on his heels in order to gain a more comfortable balance on the window, a bright fanged smirk gently pulling on his lips as he studied the blonde.

Lucy was supposed to be packing for the 100-year quest that Natsu claimed they were going on, they just were now awaiting Makarov’s permission to do so which they surely would receive. Of course, Lucy was taking forever to pack, choosing each outfit carefully despite knowing it probably wouldn’t matter anyway when it came down to a fight. Natsu thought she looked beautiful always, even though he wouldn’t say it aloud with her in earshot, the only one he had openly admitted his feelings to was Happy and he was tied and bound in secrecy under the threat of no fish for a month.

Lucy looked especially beautiful to him right now, a millennial pink knit sweater suited her pearly skin, bringing out a natural blush under her skin that’s not ordinarily seen unless you were looking for it. Her hair was tied back in a curled ponytail with a simple white ribbon and white ruffled skirt that ended mid-thigh accentuated her legs that seemed to go on for days before ending in a pair of delicate sandals. Natsu felt a warm glow of pride when he saw a pair of gold flash from Lucy’s ears as she bent to scrutinize a pair of dark jeans. A pair of red ruby eyes glared back at him in the form of two small dragon shaped dangly earrings, they were a gift for Lucy’s birthday a month before and it amused Natsu to no end to see her wear them so often.

Natsu knew he didn’t own Lucy, that he had no claim over her, she was her own person and couldn’t possibly ever be owned. But the fact that he had managed to give her a that she appreciated so much gave him a warm feeling in his heart.

Lucy quirked her eyebrow as she saw his eyes falter and glaze over slightly as he asked that question again, “Like the same Natsu I’ve always known, am I supposed to notice something different today,” Placing a hand on her hip, smoothing down her skirt, “did you get new clothes, cause most of them look the same to me.”

“No… nevermind,” Natsu grumbled, breaking his gaze before flopping forward onto his back, landing with a soft thud on Lucy’s pink comforter before grabbing her pillow and burying his face from view. “Just hurry up already, we are leaving in a few days, we don’t know when we’ll be back so you’ll need you’re more travel-ready clothes anyway. I don’t see why ya wanna pack those daggers you call heels.”

“I know that I still think we should go on one more job before we leave, the more rent money I give to my landlady ahead of time the longer I can help you guys finish whatever this quest is. It doesn’t have to be a big one, just another months worth of rent should be enough.” Lucy finished with a pleading look, her pink lip poking ever so slightly out in an adorable pout.

“...Alright fine, we’ll take that one job in Hakobe forest clearing out some were-rabbits. Shouldn’t be too dangerous as long as we catch them by surprise.” Natsu reluctantly agreed finally, “Pays 200,000 Jewel, that sound like enough to you, we’ll stay two days and be back in 4 days.”

“Thank you! You’re the best, a little extra cash never hurt anybody right?” Squealed the excited blonde as she rushed over and squeezed him into a tight hug, Natsu struggling to hide a slight blush as he was painfully aware of how soft her rather large bust was pressed against his own toned muscles. How she didn’t notice how tight her sweater was he didn’t know but he wasn’t gonna complain if it meant he got the occasional sneak peek that other the other guys in the guild drooled after. Just because he respected her as a person doesn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate her gorgeous looks and all its assets.

“I’ll be here tomorrow morning to pick you up and we can walk there.”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WALK THERE, IT’LL TAKE TWICE AS LONG TO WALK THERE AND BACK!”

“Fine, walk there and train back, unless you want me to have my insides become outsides the entire trip.” Natsu quipped slyly, knowing he won by the way the girl in front of his eye twitched at the prospect of playing nurse the entire trip.

“Fine.”

~~~~~~

“You complain about wasted time and yet you insist we stop at a Hot Spring.”

“Give it a rest Natsu, it was a great deal, two nights and three days for the price of one and there’s a to die for Sauna along with a open bar.” The blond finished with a prideful smirk.

“It’s only a great deal cause they are closing it to be renovated soon and desperately need customers. Probably no one there except a few stragglers and old people” Natsu said dismissively, shuddering slightly at the thought of seeing old crotchety men fight over sauna rights.

Would there be unisex saunas and baths? I hope so, these types of things are better with Luce’s company anyway. Natsu thought, getting slightly excited at the idea of teasing Lucy again for being so embarrassed wearing such a small towel. She was so weird sometimes, at least Happy was staying with Wendy and Carla, the idea of Happy teasing Lucy into a rage was not a pleasing thought even if Happy was his best friend.

“We’re here”

Before them stood the Gin No Taki hot springs, a rather large old Edo-era style building several stories tall with gorgeous paned windows reflecting like mirrors silhouetted by overarching maple trees, their leaves beginning to shift color from green to red in some places, leaves rustling with the gentle breeze and the buzz of nearby cicadas harmonizing with the distant trickling sound of running water. It looked heavenly.

“Let’s go inside!” Lucy squeaked in excitement, grabbing Natsu’s hand and dragging him along in her wake.

After being greeted by the staff and selecting a room, being fitted into their respective yukatas, they finally settled down for a late lunch consisting of a wide variety of local fish and vegetarian delicacies. Not enough protein for Natsu’s taste but it would whatever it takes to keep the tank full.

After choosing a piece of grilled fish with a side of steamed rice and pickled plums, Natsu couldn’t help glancing at the woman beside him. His jaw slightly going slack at the vision before him, a almost shimmering periwinkle robe hugged her curves, accentuating every crevice. Clouds and cranes dances across the fabric, almost luring him into finding out where they lead, where the clouds and birds chase on the river's breeze adorning the blonds skin. Her hair was pinned into a loosely braided bun held together with a set of pins adorned with silver crescent moon and stars, her hair almost seemed to shimmer pure gold in the afternoon light.

Being caught in a daze Natsu didn't immediately catch what Lucy said until she repeated herself with a slight laugh.

“You look nice Natsu” She giggled, hiding her smile behind her hands in amusement, having noticed his ogling a moment before.

“Thanks” Replied Natsu stupidly, staring down at his own chest. His was a lot more barbaric than hers, black with fire breathing dragons spiraling across it, he felt a certain pride while wearing it as the mere decorations injected him a with a new boldness he didn’t know he needed before. Interesting.

“Have you checked out the saunas yet, I heard there's a communal one… if you want to join me? I-I mean you don’t have to, just don't want to be separated from my partner is all haha” Lucy finished nervously letting loose a shaky chuckle, unconsciously nudging the shoulder of her robe off, displaying more lush cleavage.

Gulping and trying to hide his own blush, Natsu replied as nonchalantly as possible so as to avoid suspicion, “ Yeah, I’ve seen it, we can go if you want, doesn’t really matter to me” Yes it does “ And probably shouldn’t be apart for too long in case something happens to ya”

“Y-Yeah, well, my back is feeling a little stiff carrying that backpack all day, let’s meet there in an hour, ‘kay?

“Fine”

~~~~~~

“You’ve got to be kidding me”

The sauna was packed with at least half the members of SaberTooth. Apparently, Sting had thought it would be a good idea to have a guild-wide excursion to this exact hot spring to celebrate a recent unspecified victory of theirs. Which meant there was almost no room in the damn sauna, not with everyone filling it to the brim. Lucy’s eyes searched over the crowd of heads spying a pink head conversing loudly with Sting.

Picking through the crowd, squeezing her way past a gossiping Minerva, Lucy finally made her way over to Natsu, only come to find out it was just as crowded. Natsu put the man in man-spreading, Mavis does he have no shame? Sting was no better, if not worse.

“Lucy, It’s been a while, how you been? Come sit with us” Called Sting, beckoning her over, oblivious to the seating situation.

“ Yeah come sit” Natsu joined in, ignoring her indignant sputtering; “ I was just telling him about that time we went Celestial spirits realm thing. It was wild man, even if they are so weird. I’ll never understand how Lucy deals with them.”

“Maybe cause they listen when I’m talking to them, if you haven’t noticed there’s nowhere for me to sit peabrain.” Lucy groaned in exasperation.

“Yes there is, right here” Natsu smirked, smacking his thigh, “If ya wanted a seat you should’ve just asked.”

“No way, I’ll just wait until someone moves”

“Suit yourself” Chirped Natsu, eyes glimmering with amusement at the flustered girl. “By the way, met someone on the way in here. Apparently, they had the same idea on going to a cheap hot spring”

“Aye sir!” Came a high pitched voice, “Carla said she wanted to take a bath, kinda weird for a cat to want that but whatever she wants I guess.”

A familiar blue cat came floating lazily into view only to stop to sit on the bench next to Natsu’s right leg, “You’re all sweaty Lushi”.

“Uh, that’s the point dummy.”

“NATSU, LUCY IS BEING MEAN AGAIN.”

“AM NOT!”

Natsu could only double over in laughter as his Nakama argued over what the point of a sauna was. That amusement only doubled as Lucy, who had not been paying attention to her surroundings, was bumped from behind and toppled over.

Well, almost toppled over, if it weren’t for the fact that Natsu caught her just in time, pulling her firmly into his lap between his spread legs. A rosy blush soon bloomed across the girls pretty cheeks in a heated flush, quickly becoming aware of the precariousness of the situation she has now found herself in.

Natsu’s warmed calloused hand spanned across her flat stomach, fingertips peeking just under her thin white towel and ever so slightly squeezing the underside of her full breasts under his firm grip, holding her close to him.

Heart racing at this sudden action, Lucy couldn’t help but glance at the man for only to find that he was now engaged in a rather one-sided conversation with Rogue, who seemed rather disinterested sauna as a whole.

Relaxing slightly, Lucy leaned back into his well-toned chest, feeling the ripple and flex of his pectorals and abs after each laugh, after each breath. Lucy took note of the water and steam collecting in the laugh lines of his face and dusted his hair like diamonds. He was exquisite, he was exotic, he was might she dare say enticing. He looked like a god.

Feeling a bit bolder, she pressed even firmer back against him, wiggling her butt to fit more snugly against his shoulder and lean her head on his collarbone. Only to stop when she felt him stiffen slightly at the motion and relax again.

Lip quirking slightly, Lucy repeated the motion again, a bit firmer this time. Making sure to push the softness of her rear to the apex of his thighs, daring him to respond. And he did.

Fingers tightened around her waist, slipping even farther under the fold of her towel. A low, rough growl rumbled from the chest next to her ear, exciting her, and challenging a deeper part of herself.

“What do you think you are doing”

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If you guys think I should rewrite and continue the next 2 chapters let me know, I had written a second one but I didn't like how it turned out😅

#fairy tail #fairy tail 100 year quest #nalu #nalu fanfiction #i guess Tumblr ate the original #ft fanfiction #natsu dragneel #lucy heartifilla

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starrybbarnes · 5 years

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Caught in the Act [b.b]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader (platonic)

Summary: you would like a pole. you have acquired it. you use it.

Word Count: 1.8K

Author’s note: Hello everyone, this is the start of an era. please enjoy this one-shot! it’s been a while since I’ve written, so drop an ask and give me some inspiration! Feedback is appreciated!

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I said so.”

“You’re ridiculous, Tony.”

“And have you leave this for a couple more cents? Absolutely not.”

You rolled your eyes as Tony Stark stared you down, judgment practically oozing out of him.

Life had been good so far. You were a good friend of Tony’s “intern,” Peter, who was in college and was a couple year than you. The two of you had hit it off, and soon you became an ‘honorary Avenger.’

Today, however, was not good. You had read in an article that there has been a trend on pole exercising. Which basically meant working out with a pole. The ones that exotic dancers use. And you desperately needed to get your hands on one now.

“I really don’t see the issue here, Stark,” you argued, “I just wanna work on my core, you square.”

“And seduce the poor kid? Not a chance.” Tony fought back.

“The kid is 20, Tony.”

“A toddler basically!”

You huffed. This was getting ridiculous. Irrational, even.

You put rested your hands on your forehead and sighed loudly.

“Don’t give me that attitude, y/n”

“I JUST WANT TO LEARN HOW TO POLE DANCE. I NEED ROCK HARD ABS LIKE JAMES”

“Well you could’ve just asked me, doll. I will gladly teach you.”

You whipped your head around and saw at the doorframe a bulky man leaning against it. A hearty laugh escaped his mouth.

Bucky.

The man was a “tall glass of water” as you told Peter once in a conversation. You couldn’t lie to yourself: you knew an attractive man when you saw one.

“Don’t make this about you, Buchanan.” You started, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

“Why can’t you call me Bucky like everyone else, y/n?” Bucky half-heartedly whined.

It was true, you would call him everything but Bucky. You’d claim to keep it professional, but in truth, you’d start falling for the tin man more by calling him by his adorable nickname.

“With all due respect, Sir “ you joked, “I gotta maintain my ‘profesh’ image.”

“You call Peter ‘Penis Parker’” Bucky said as he raised an eyebrow.

“right, and?”

“You’ve called me ‘frosty the snowman’”

“duh.”

“And Sam ‘bird brain.’”

“Your point?”

Bucky was about to open his mouth when Tony inserted himself into the conversation.

“As much as I’d love for you to become the embodiment of elastigirl, it’s not gonna happen,” Tony interjected.

“You can put it in my room, out of everyone’s hair!” You compromised.

Tony just gave you an incredulous look, shook his head, and walked away.

“Oh, I’ll get that pole.” You mumbled, a smile creeping up on you. You turned to Peter, who saw the plan to form as he saw your face.

“Peter,” you said with a voice 2 octaves higher than you normally do.

“Oh god who are you,” Peter said, wide-eyed.

“Come, young Peter, we’ve got some work to do,” you declared, hooking your arm with his.

The two of you started walking out the door before you heard someone clearing their throat.

You stopped in your tracks and remembered that someone had been there all along.

“Do you need a cough drop, James? Your throat sounds hoarse,” you joked.

“And where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” Bucky questioned as he covered the doorframe.

“Oh you know, outside to get some fresh air,” you replied.

“To do what?”

“Jeez, Barnes, you sound like my parents. Peter and I are just gonna, you know, do young people stuff.”

“Name one thing young people do when they go outside,” Bucky tested.

“Fight crime?” Peter peeped, to which you just sighed and covered your face in complete embarrassment.

Bucky just raised an eyebrow and called the two of you ‘nerds’ and grumbled about keeping an eye on you while walking towards his room.

As he closed the door, he said a little too loudly, “anything you two do, is never gonna get past me.”

Down the elevator you went with Peter, pondering about the interaction you had with the winter soldier, leaving a small smile on your face.

It wasn’t your fault he was a dreamy man, and you scowled at the fact that he was chastising you for wanting a stronger core.

Peter saw the face you made and consoled you by saying that even though you couldn’t tell, but maybe Bucky had some preference over you.

You laughed at that statement as you and Peter were people watching outside the compound.

“It’s true!” Peter reassured you while stuffing some chips in his mouth. Crumbs fly out as he spoke to you. “I’ve seen the interactions, Y/N, and I really think he enjoys your company.”

“Psh, whatever,” you interjected, “he doesn’t take me seriously as a colleague, much less a potential lover. He seems to always speak to me in a condescending tone, it’s annoying.”

“Hey, man,” Peter replied, “Trust me, guys are horrible flirters. I mean, have you seen me trying to talk to MJ?!”

You laughed. He does have a point. If anyone was worse than Bucky at flirting, it was Peter.

“I still want that damn pole, just outta spite now,” you huffed.

Both of you then sat in silence until Peter’s eyes widen, an idea forming, “don’t you have a good friend that’s like, part construction worker, part interior designer.”

A mischievous smiled appeared once again.

“I’m gonna make a couple of calls.”

。。

A week had passed, and Bucky hadn’t seen any trace of you or the spider boy. High and low he looked, from the building terrace to the coffee shop down the street, he even looked under his bed for once.

He knew he wasn’t being hard on you, but he kept racking his brain to pinpoint at which moment in which he had annoyed you or driven you away.

Not that he cared that much, because you guys weren’t a couple or anything. But he was certainly concerned for your wellbeing.

Bucky finished his lunch and was walking towards the couch when a small blurb crashed into him.

“Whoa, whoa, what’s the rush kid? Don’t tell me Stark told you to do his laundry” Bucky cackled.

“Oh no, not this time!” Peter chimed, receiving a look from Bucky, “I’m actually going to work out a bit!”

“That’s great kid,” Bucky commented, “so what’s your routine focusing on today?”

“Not much actually,” Peter replied, “I’ve been working on strengthening my upper body and also I’ve been working on my core strength!”

“Both are good starts, I’m sure you’re gon— wait a minute.”

Bucky stared down Peter, eyes narrowing and mouth closing to a fine line. Peter immediately stopped smiling, eyes popping out of his head. He started stuttering and backtracking on what he said.

But it was too late. Suspicions are growing and the silence kept growing in the air.

Peter kept fidgeting with his hands and finally said, “So, uh, I’m going to my room and actually study for a test. I gotta go.”

Peter ran towards his room and harrowingly escaped the winter soldier's grasp. Bucky kept jiggling the door open, but it was no use: Peter must’ve escaped out the window, probably to go warn you.

Bucky was about to give up when he sensed vibrations through the floor of the compound. Faintly, he could hear some music. Using his super-sonic hearing and stealth, he began his quest to find the source.

The music slowly began to get louder, as Bucky had to go up 3 floors, to which opened to a long corridor and 2 doors. He immediately remembered that on this specific floor there was an abandoned studio, and sure enough, the music was blaring and the bass was at its highest.

Bucky was curious as to what was behind the door. And as he opened the door, surprised became an understatement.

There you were: high on a pole, in a compromising position, and slowly spinning to the ever so sensual music. You were upside down, one leg extended out, the other sustaining you on the pole. Either way, you the pose did nothing hide that you were just in yoga shorts and a sports bra. FRIDAY sensed the door open and abruptly stopped the music.

“FRIDAY, what the hell! Why did you — oh.”

You and Bucky locked eyes for what seemed like an hour. You were still midair, but then slowly started sliding down the pole. You slowly walked to get your cardigan, and swiftly put it on.

Bucky blankly stared. You blinked.

Suddenly, the door bursts open to a panting Peter: “Y/N! Holy Shit you need to stop everything, Bucky is on his way up and —“ he stopped as he saw the two of you just staring at the poor boy.

Peter just sighed, “I’ll be in my room.”

The door closed behind him, the silence engulfing the room again.

Bucky cleared his started and started, “So this is where you’ve been the past week?”

You coughed. “Yeah basically.”

“Does Tony know?”

“Of course not. I had my friend Mark install it.”

You couldn’t really read the room. You were embarrassed, empowered, and everything in between.

“Y/N, I really don’t know how to react.”

“Well, that makes two of us. And you caught me in my favorite part of the song.” you joked.

A dry laugh left Bucky’s mouth, “As much as I don’t want to talk about this, it’s gonna be engraved in my mind, doll.”

“Oh, stop it you,” you fused as you lightly smacked Bucky on the arm, “I was just trying to see how long I can last hanging in the air.”

“I’m still impressed though,” Bucky commented, and then adding, “you looked really good practicing it.”

“Easy there, Barnes,” you warned, “Just because you saw me do this once, doesn’t give you a free pass to drop in whenever and expect a striptease, you perv.”

Bucky’s face turned pink and shyly hid his face. Now was his chance to make a move or forever hold his peace.

“That’s why I kinda uh, wanted to ask you if it was possible to um, you know,” Bucky stuttered as you raised an eyebrow while leaning on the pole.

“No, I don’t know, James,” you chuckled.

“Get a free pass one of these days. N-not as in a striptease though. As in a date,” a flustered Bucky said as he kept looking at his shoes.

Your face softens, and a smile appeared. “I’ll gladly go on a date with you, James. It’d be an absolute delight.”

It was now Bucky’s turn to smile, his eyes shining brighter than before. “How’s about tomorrow at 7 sound?”

You nodded your head as you gave Bucky a kiss on the cheek, “I like the idea of that.”

“Maybe then I can reciprocate the favor and use the pole to dance for you, doll,” Bucky said suggestively as he grabbed you closer.

“In your dreams, Barnes,” you snorted.

。。

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bgn846 · 5 years

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The Little Advisor - FFXV Fanfic

Ignis get hit with a status effect that de-ages him to the tender age of seven. However it takes him a little while to warm up the bros, and he may never believe Noct is the prince.

Check it out on AO3 if you want otherwise it’s all below.

The look of fear in the young boy’s eyes was enough to make Gladio stop his approach. “It’s okay buddy, come on don’t you recognize me?” He tried with a nervous smile. “It’s me Gladdy.”

The fair haired, green eyed youth took a step back and looked like he was about to start crying as Noct ran over. “Holy sh --.” He exclaimed before Gladio cut him off.

“Noct, language!” He chided as he knelt on the ground to be eye level with the boy who had managed to find a large rock to hide behind.

“Guys! That fight was intense I don’t think I’ve ever seen that monster before.” Prompto exclaimed as he ran over to see what Noct and Gladio were looking at. The scene that unfolded before him was not expected. The prince and his bodyguard were trying to talk to a small child. How did a kid even make it all the way out here?

There was something odd about the youth, his features were familiar and he was staring at Gladio like he’d seen a ghost. He had to be no older than seven, dressed in little slacks, a white shirt, and vest. Then a thought hit Prompto like a ton of bricks, was he looking at a young Ignis!? He couldn’t help it as he squealed. “Ignis! Is that you?”

The boy still looked distressed but managed to take a deep enough breath to speak. “How – how do you all know me?” He asked in a timid voice.

“Iggy it’s me Gladdy, we grew up together. I’m just older now.” The shield tried for a second time.

“Huh uh! You’re too big and your hair is different! Ignis shouted with a pained face. The kid still looked like he might burst into tears any second.

“Did he suffer a status effect?” Noct asked quickly trying to catch up to what was going on.

“Like sunshine said, that monster was new so I guess it had a new magic trick to go with it.” Gladio sighed.

“What do we do?” Prompto asked worriedly. It didn’t seem like Ignis was going to be very trusting of them anytime soon.

Gladio turned back to put his full attention to Ignis. “Do you remember when we decided to play hide and seek from my dad? We ran out to hide in the garden and we both fell into the fish pond.”

This surprisingly got a reaction out of little Ignis. He leaned out partially from his spot behind the rock and looked at Gladio very seriously. “What did we do after we fell in?” He asked.

Smiling the shield recounted the rest of the tale. “We were silly and ran back into the house screaming for help and got the floor all wet and made my dad fall on his butt.”

In a flash Ignis had bolted from his spot and ran straight for Gladio after he finished talking. The tears that had been threatening to spill were now coming full force as he clung to Gladio’s neck. “Wh—aaa happened?” He wailed. “Wh – ere are we?”

“We are outside of Insomnia and you got struck by some magic that is confusing you.” Gladio offered as he hugged little Ignis and rubbed his back.

“Don’t leave me!” He cried out unsure of what to expect next.

“I’m not gonna leave you Iggy, its okay we will help you.”

After a minute of sobbing Ignis had managed to calm down enough to lean back and stare incredulously at Noct and Prompto. “Who are those two?” He whispered in Gladio’s ear as he wiped an errant tear away from his round cheek.

Blondie over there is named Prompto, he is a very good friend of mine if you need anything you can ask him for help alright.” Pausing Gladio looked to Noct next. “Do you remember taking care of the prince?”

Ignis nodded and narrowed his eyes at Noct.

“Well that’s Noctis.” He added pointing for dramatic effect.

“Na uh.” Ignis pouted. “He doesn’t look like him at all, don’t try and trick me.”

“Hey buddy I’m not trying to trick ya, it’s true he’s the prince.”

Ignis outright frowned this time and shook his head more aggressively. He then turned back and hugged Gladio again so he didn’t have to look at the rest of them. The walk back to camp was interesting, Gladio had asked if Ignis wanted to be carried and he had agreed immediately. Prompto trailed behind with Noct keeping stride next to him.

“I can’t believe he doesn’t recognize me.” Noct huffed under his breath. “Gladio looks so different and I’m practically the same. What gives!”

“Maybe you should try smiling more. I mean it worked for the big guy.” Prompto offered.

Noct grumbled and kept pace with them even if he was stomping more than usual. Though the blonde also felt a little left out. Gladio seemed to be the only one of them that Ignis would interact with. Once the haven was within sight Noct ran ahead to talk to Gladio.

“So what’s the plan? Do we have any idea how long he’ll stay little.” Noct asked.

“I think we should give a couple days and if nothing changes then we -- um – jeez I don’t know Noct. The list of people available to ask questions to is kinda small these days. I’m praying to the astrals this will work itself out like every other status effect we’ve had to deal with.”

“Fair enough.” Noct agreed and then he scowled. “What are we going to do for dinner? Kids are picky eaters and our chef is underage.”

Gladio didn’t even grace the question with an answer he shook his head and climbed up on the haven ignoring Noct.

Dinner as it turned out wasn’t an issue, little Iggy seemed to take to whatever they gave him. He did stay glued to Gladio’s side during the whole meal though. Noct to his credit did try and start a conversation with his de-aged advisor but it didn’t quite have the desired effect.

“Hey Specs did you like dinner?” Noct asked looking directly at Ignis.

The look of death the young boy shot at the prince was epic. Prompto didn’t think kids of that age were capable of processing that depth of emotion.

“I’m grateful for the food but there’s no reason to make fun of me. You’re mean!” He huffed.

“Whaa – I’m not making fun of you that’s what I call you all the time!” Noct scrambled.

“Just because I wear glasses doesn’t mean you can pick on me for it!”

“Seriously I’m not picking on you! We are really good friends trust me.” Noct tried again. It was becoming obvious that Noct had forgotten little Ignis only had his younger memories. He was trying to talk to him like an adult.

“Hey Iggy, I’m sure Noct doesn’t mean anything bad by what he said. He won’t call you that again I promise.” Prompto chimed in to help the situation. “Right buddy?” He asked looking to the prince.

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” He exclaimed.

“Noct, just stop talking buddy you are making it worse.” Prompto added with a soft voice. Thinking quickly on what might distract Ignis from the way the conversation had gone he perked up when he remembered how they’d gotten to the haven. “Hey Iggy, wanna help me bed down the chocobos?”

For the first time Ignis actually seemed excited about something. He sat up straight in his chair that had been drug so close to Gladio’s the metal legs were intertwined. “They have been grazing for the afternoon so it’s time for us to collect them and make sure they are safe.”

He nodded and his green eyes lit up in excitement. “Can I go with Prom? Please?” He begged looking up at Gladio.

“Sure of course I told you he’s a good friend of mine; you’ll be safe with Prompto.”

No more words were exchanged and Ignis shot up out of his chair to follow the blonde. “Oh! Do I need to help clean up?” He asked quickly looking around at his empty plate.

“You’re good kiddo, Noct and I will clean up, go check out the chocobos.” Gladio said with a smile.

At the mention of Noct’s name Ignis scowled again and gave him a dirty look. Prompto caught Gladio trying to stifle a snicker; he was enjoying Ignis giving Noct shit. The prince seemed so enraged and he was opening his mouth to comment but Prompto drug Ignis away with him before he had the chance.

It became clear that de-aged Ignis absolutely loved chocobos, almost to the same fervor as himself. Prompto would have to figure out how to milk this new development. Ignis was jumping up and down and chasing the birds around as the blonde rounded them up.

Ignis’ chocobo seemed to understand that the little bundle of energy running around was her normal rider. She followed him intently and kwehed at him a few times in an effort to play. Prompto was only able to pry him away from the now corralled birds with a promise of riding them the next day.

Seeing Ignis as a kid was so odd, he did things that other children his age would do but it was still weird to see Ignis acting this way. Prompto just assumed he’d been an adult forever.

The remainder of the evening was spent around the fire relaxing. Ignis had first gone to sit on Gladio’s lap but when he’d taken out his book to read the younger boy became bored quickly. He wiggled out from under the shields arm and tentatively approached Prompto. “Can I sit with you?”

“Sure buddy! Wanna play a game with me?” Prompto asked as the little boy clamored into his chair to sit with him.

“What game?”

“Kings knight and if we play well we can beat grumpy pants over there.” Prompto added with a grin as he looked over to Noct.

Ignis immediately got serious and balled his little hands into fists. “Game on!” He shouted excitedly as he sat on Prompto’s lap.

The chatter of Ignis’ voice calling out moves and warning of danger filled the next hour. Prompto and he managed to wallop Noct in the game. The blonde wasn’t sure if he wasn’t trying or was so flummoxed at Ignis’ attitude towards him that he kept messing up. Either way it was fun.

Sleeping arrangements didn’t go as expected when they all piled into the tent once the fire had died down. Ignis usually slept on the outside edge next to Noct but when he was shown to his sleeping bag he started fidgeting. “Um – do I have to sleep there?” He asked quietly.

“It’s where you normally sleep.” Noct cut in with a frown.

Noct really needed to work on smiling because Ignis started crying a second later. Thankfully Gladio came to the rescue. Clearly helping to raise his little sister had instilled some good life lessons.

“Hey Iggy, which shirt do you want to sleep in? The one with chocobos on it or the one with a moogle?” He asked easily.

Prompto watched in awe as Ignis managed to stop crying and wiped his nose. “Um – what color is the chocobo one?” He sniffled as he wandered over to Gladio.

Both shirts were his because why on Eos would Gladio own either of them and Noct only owned dark stuff. The shield showed him both and Ignis selected the yellow chocobo one. Prompto was tasked with helping him change while Gladio did some rearranging of the sleeping bags.

“There! How’s that Iggy?” Gladio questioned a moment later.

The kid smiled finally and hopped on his feet. “That’s mine in the middle right?” He checked while pointing.

“Yep, right in between me and Prompto, so you’ll be safe. Sound good?”

That seemed to end the issue for the night and Ignis happily settled into his newly assigned sleeping spot in Prompto’s oversized T-shirt. Noct looked so put out that he’d been relegated to the edge of the tent that he immediately turned over and pretended to be asleep.

Prompto nearly forgot they were on the run and trying to save the world. He had a good reason, there was a giggling little kid trailing him around. The first adventure of the day had been waking up the chocobos and feeding them. Next they packed up camp and set off in the direction the next haven.

They’d done the two day trek on chocobo to reach a tomb. It had been a bust but they’d still run into the nasty monster that had de-aged Ignis. Thankful that no one had been seriously injured and the natural choice was to head back to the regalia and continue on.

When they’d started out on the birds the original intent had been for Ignis to ride his own. However he didn’t feel comfortable by himself and ended up sitting with Prompto. Once he felt safe all he wanted was for Prompto to make the bird go faster. Typical kid.

It was during one of these moments when they were running ahead of the group that Ignis squealed excitedly. “Look!!” He shouted.

“Huh! What is it kiddo?” Prompto asked concerned.

“A lake! Can we go swimming? Pretty please!” He begged.

Gladio rode up a second later. “What’s up?”

“Iggy wants to go swimming.” Prompto offered as he pointed to the body of water.

“I think we are almost to the next haven so this would be a good stopping point to take a quick break. Hey princess you get to fish if you want.” Gladio called back to Noct who looked positively miserable sitting with a scowl on his face.

“Yippee.” He droned.

“Come on man cheer up, if you catch anything we will have a good dinner. I do know how to cook a fish!” Gladio replied.

Poor Noct had pretty much been given the cold shoulder by Ignis the whole day. The glasses comment and sleeping bag misunderstanding had soured things. No matter how many times Gladio and Prompto had tried to explain that Noct meant well. Ignis still refused to believe it was really the prince. His friend wouldn’t act like that, he’d insisted. Noct was sweet and fun to hang out with.

Of course the prince over heard these exchanges and that would send him off into a little spiral of depression. His beloved advisor didn’t like him anymore.

Seeing tiny Ignis run with all his might and jump straight into a slightly cold body of water was amusing. He surfaced a second later screaming. At first the blonde thought something bad had happened. Then the sound of laughter combined with the super loud splash from Gladio cannonballing in after him calmed his nerves.

Noct had taken a position at the end of the dock to fish and ignore them all as they had fun. Prompto had never seen Gladio laugh so much as they did that afternoon. Little Ignis was a pretty good swimmer and once he figured out the shield could bodily toss him several feet in the air he was hooked. He could only imagine the fun they must have had when they were kids together. Gladio clearly cared a lot about the advisor.

After what seemed like an hour Gladio called Ignis over and suggested they get out. Prompto had gotten out already since he’d started to get cold. Ignis was practically turning purple but apparently kids don’t notice those things. He whined loudly at the suggestion he wanted to play more. One stern look from Gladio changed his mind real quick.

It was all for the best because Ignis got dried off, redressed, and wrapped in a large blanket. Then not five minutes later he was fast asleep in Gladio’s arms.

“Any luck Noct?” Prompto asked.

“Not yet, but maybe now that you guys aren’t making such a racket I’ll catch one.” He huffed.

He was right, it only took another thirty minutes and they had food for dinner. “It’s getting late we should find that haven and set up camp.” Gladio reasoned.

The haven was only a short ride away and it looked like they were going to make it there without issue until a pair of cockatrices showed up. “One of us needs to look after Iggy!” Gladio shouted quickly.

“Give him to Prompto, he might run away from me at this point and he needs to stay safe!” Noct instructed as he dismounted and prepared for battle.

“Highness!” Gladio growled. “I need you to stay safe as well, Iggy would run me through if something happened to you.”

“Then don’t let anything bad happen to me!” He shot back. “Let’s go!”

Ignis woke up as he was being roughly transferred from Gladio to Prompto. He was groggy but became alert the second the battle started. Trying to help, Prompto offered calming words as they took the birds and hid behind some nearby rocks.

The blonde desperately wanted to help but he wasn’t sure how Ignis would handle the sound of his guns. Not to mention the birds might spook and run away. He had to hope that Gladio and Noct could handle the situation.

In hind sight Prompto wished he been more observant of where Ignis was looking. He watched the whole battle from start to end. Once the final blow was dealt and a wounded Gladio limped over to check on them Ignis had started to cry.

“Iggy It’s okay I’ll take a potion and be alright.” He added with a stained voice.

“We need to get to the haven now.” Noct ordered.

Ignis cried the rest of the way. Prompto had to hold him since Gladio’s leg was bleeding. They had a potion but the shield wanted to take it once they safely reached the ancient stones just in case it was needed before then.

“Iggy, we are all alright, why are you still crying?” Prompto asked in hopes of getting an answer.

“Th-those things were sc- ary.” He sobbed. “An-nd they hurt Gladdy!”

“Noct and Gladio beat them so they won’t bother us again and we have magic to heal Gladio.”

“What – what i-if more come?” He sputtered. “We will need to hide again.”

“That is why the haven is so important little buddy. “ The stones in question came into view and in the fading light the glowing lights could easily be seen. “Check out the magic in those stones Iggy; they protect us all when we stay there. All three of us will protect you too. You are safe.” Prompto assured.

Ignis didn’t exactly relax once they arrived. He didn’t let go of Prompto until Gladio was healed and cleaned up. Then in a flash he had released the blonde and dashed over to the shield. The big guy took him up in his arms and settled them both in a chair by the fire. “You gonna help me cook?” He asked.

The little boy nodded but stayed curled up in Gladio’s lap. Prompto followed the instructions he was given on preparing the fish and then Gladio took over roasting it over the open fire. He could complete this task one handed since his other arm was full of a timid Ignis.

Bless the shield because he had the patience of a saint. Once the fish was done he had Prompto help him again with plating and then they ate in silence, mostly. Gladio was quietly talking with Ignis helping to distract his wandering mind.

However, when dinner was done and Gladio brought out his book Ignis didn’t leave his embrace. Prompto ended up playing a few rounds of kings knight with Noct and then decided to call it a night. Swimming and being out in the sun had drained his energy plus the stress of trying to calm Ignis down earlier hadn’t helped.

They rest of them ended up turning in soon after. Ignis had pulled Prompto and Gladio’s sleeping bag as close to him as he could. The blonde could only hope the status effect would wear off soon. He didn’t want to completely scar little Ignis’ mind with all the fights they endured. They all drifted off to sleep soon after.

An odd noise woke Noct up. It was dark in the tent but he could barely make out a figure sitting up in the middle, it was Ignis. “Hey buddy, what’s up? Do you need anything?” He whispered.

“Can you hear that?” Ignis breathed.

“Hear what?” Then it hit Noct what the little guy was talking about. It was the noises that had unnerved him when they first started camping out in the wilderness.

The sound of daemons lurking nearby.

Granted they were one hundred percent safe on the haven but it still didn’t make the noises any less creepy.

“Yeah I hear it. The things making the noise won’t come up on the rocks. I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I’m sure. I won’t let anything bad happen to you. You’re one my best friends.”

“Can I lay next to you?”

The question caught him off guard since Ignis had been so untrusting of him so far. “Of course, I’ve got room in my sleeping bag you can just hop in.” It took no more than ten seconds for the skinny youth to relocate. It was at that point Noct realized Ignis was shaking. Reaching out to rub his back seemed to help.

They stayed like that for a long while, listening to the monsters outside and hugging.

“You still don’t look like I remember you.” Ignis finally uttered in a faint voice.

“But you think it’s me now?” He asked hopeful.

Ignis nodded his head and snuggled closer. “Sorry, I didn’t believe you.”

“It’s all good.” Noct finally felt better, Ignis liked him! They fell asleep a few minutes later.

Ignis wasn’t exactly uncomfortable but he wasn’t comfy either. Things had happened and he had a fuzzy memory of them. Opening his eyes revealed a passed out prince centimeters from his nose. Wiggling slightly he understood why he felt stuck. They were both apparently jammed into the same sleeping bag.

Now magic was an odd thing so when things like status effects took place clothing and personal items went along for the ride. This meant that Ignis was currently fully dressed, shoes included just like he was during battle. The one new item of clothing was a comical yellow chocobo shirt stretched out over top of his shirt.

“Anyone else awake?” he asked hoping for a reprieve. The astrals blessed him with an answer all be it a groggy one.

“Iggy? Is that you? Like the big version of you?” Gladio asked.

“Oh dear, did I shrink? I’m afraid I don’t remember much.”

“You were seven again.”

“Oh. That would explain my current predicament.”

This caused Gladio to sit up he smiled once he figured out what had happened. “I can help you out, hold on.”

Noct slept through Gladio helping Ignis shimmy out of his sleeping bag. Just kept on snoring like nothing was going on.

“Do you need to go back to sleep?” Gladio asked.

“Might not hurt.” Ignis pondered as he took of his shoes and Prompto’s t-shirt. Figuring it didn’t matter much he kicked off his pants and threw his dress shirt in the corner.

Gladio looked at him wide eyes. “Who are you and what are you doing?”

“Embracing my inner child, now where is my sleeping bag?”

“Between me and sunshine.”

“Was I clingy?” He asked as he crawled over to sleep.

“You were interesting. I’m sure when Noct wakes up he will tell you everything and more. I have a feeling he will hug you for the rest of the day.”

“Oh dear, I guess I wasn’t very nice to him then.”

Gladio snickered. “You were you. I’m glad to have you back though. You’re cute as a kid but I miss having back up when we fight, and decent dinners, and someone to talk to and –.”

Ignis cut him off. “I’m glad you missed me. Now shall we go back to sleep?” The older man smiled at him as he rolled over on his back. He was going to have to make sure to fix Noct’s favorite breakfast to ensure his prince didn’t think he was unloved. Hopefully Prompto took some pictures of his status effect; he was curious what he looked like with the others as a kid.

#ffxv #smol!ignis #fanfiction #little Iggy #he's seven!

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petersvibes · 6 years

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end up here - peter parker

anonymous asked: Hi! Do you think you could write an Imagines with Peter based on end up here by 5sos? It’s totally ok if you don’t want too! Thanks and I love ur writing!!

song: end up here - 5 seconds of summer

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: none

author’s note: I’M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG IT’S JUST. i was struggling ngl. i’m in high school now but when i was 12 this song used 👏🏾to 👏🏾 bang👏🏾. i mean BANG. haven’t listened to it in a long time so i was lacking some inspiration. if you want to hear about my 5sos stories i’ll gladly dish. this is also p short but i have my reasons.

You thrive in settings like this, where the music is loud enough to drown out all of your sorrows and the relationships you forge are superficial. People don’t care enough to know you at a party; they care about the your body, the way you act, and you’ve definitely learned how to deal with that. At a party, you can be whatever people want you to be, a pretty face, an intoxicating presence, or a shadowed mystery. But for Peter, the setting doesn’t matter; because no matter what light he sees you in, you’re you. You’re funny, you’re charming, you’re witty. You can recall a math formula with as much ease as you can a comeback, and you can bring him to his knees with the simplest of touches.

However, aside from the occasional conversation in calculus or the few times you’ve decided to sit at his lunch table, you’re practically strangers. Somehow, he’s known you since you were in middle school, but in all this time it seems you’ve grown to be so enigmatic that what casual interactions he has with you are merely fleeting

“Peter Parker.” You drag out his name, sliding into the seat next to him. You live to see the blush make its way across his cheeks, so profound even in the dim light surrounding you. He sits up straighter, wishing he had time to adjust his hair despite the countless hours he spent on it, knowing he’d be at the same party as you. But of course, he didn’t see you coming. He never does.

Peter takes a deep breath, ordering himself to calm his heart rate. His eyes flicker to yours, set ablaze by “H-Hi (Y/N).” He rubs his hands on his jeans and looks down, unable to see you pout as you lose sight of his pretty latte colored eyes.

You sense his nervousness and you lean further into him, resting your elbow on the back of the couch. You’re curled up so that your knee rests slightly on his thigh, your touch burning through the fabric of his dark jeans. “So what’s a nice boy like you doing in a place like this?” You quip, your smile dazzling.

He doesn't know how to respond, but he smiles anyway, trying not to get lost in the brightness of your eyes. You chuckle, patting his arm. “I’m just messin’ with you.” You say. “However, I never thought I would see you at one of Cindy’s bashes. And I haven’t seen you at an out-of-school function since Liz’s before homecoming.”

Peter swallows, brushing his hands on the denim. Truthfully, he only self-confirmed his attendance when he overheard you talking about the playlist with Flash, but if you ever found that out, he’d probably die. “I just thought it’d be fun.” He shrugs, trying his very best to keep his voice level.

The sound of a pair of screaming teenagers fills your ears, making you momentarily roll your eyes. “I can assure you it won’t be.” You say, glancing around the backyard. In the corner, Flash is DJing and taking jabs at anyone who looks even remotely funny. A few feet ahead is a very intense game of beer pong, and at this stage, you and Peter are probably the only people here whose cups are filled with nothing but water. It’s music and drinking and sexual escapades in their initial stages, but in no way is it happy, nor is it good, nor is it fun.

Peter follows your eye line, clearing his throat. “Then why do you come?” He asks. “You are the (Y/N) (Y/L/N) after all.”

Ignoring the latter half of his comment, you shrug. “I suppose I don’t have to.” You say, Peter listening intently. “I don’t know. I guess I just hope I’ll meet someone intriguing at one of these things. Like you.” You waggle your eyebrows and he grins.

“I’m in no way intriguing.” The word tastes foreign on his tongue but you can convince him of anything.

“Don’t kid, Mr. Parker. I’ve seen you around school all secretive with Ned. Disappearing as soon as the bell rings.” Peter gulps, and unbeknownst to you, anxiety starts to build in the depths of his stomach. “Very suspicious if you ask me.”

“Just the Stark Internship.” He glances around, hoping he’s playing the part of a nonchalant high school student just well enough to convince you.

Eyeing him slyly, you speak. “You don’t think you’re suspicious, fine, but you’re easily the most interesting person here. So for me, this party’s a success.”

Peter’s palms fly to face, covering the redness of his skin and the embarrassment of his wide smile. “Stop,” He whines, and you giggle.

“You are just too easy.”

You and Peter spend a majority of the party on the couch, but from the perspective of any one that happened upon the two of you, with your knees tuck into the warmth of his sides and his arm around the back of your cushion, you were definitely closer than too mere acquaintances should be. By the time the sun sets and moonlight casts its light upon the backyard, neither of you have noticed when you throw your head back from one of his comments about your chemistry teacher, you end up leaning on his shoulder. If you get splashed by pool water you hide in his chest and at one point, Peter’s arm ends up around the back of the couch, sliding down so that it barely touches your shoulders.

What astonishes Peter the most about his newfound composure around you is that after the initial shock from the fact that you were intentionally sitting with him, his nervousness fades instantly. You’re easily the most beautiful person he’s ever seen, or met, but this part of your allure is new to him; you have this unique way of sending warmth and relaxation through him with only your words. A few times his jokes are good enough that after the initial laugh, you settle into his airy little giggle where your cheeks flush like a peony. You light up when you talk about travel, you frown when he mentions the future, and in the few hours that you speak it feel like he’s known you forever.

It rounds eleven o’clock and you’re dividing your attention between his face and your watch, your quips sometimes interrupted with your own yawns.

“I should probably head on home.” You say, although from the looks of your less than sober classmates the party is only just beginning. “Even the (Y/N) (Y/L/N) has parents who would kill her if she stayed out too late.” You mock his tone from earlier and he rolls his eyes, a twinge of sadness plaguing his expression. “It’s been real Mr. Parker.” You send him a small smile, standing up to collect yourself.

He doesn’t know if it’s his stupid impulsiveness, or if another part of him is too desperate for your presence that he can’t et you go, but he springs up from his seat, startling you in the process.

“I can walk you home?” He suggests, his voice cracking on the last word.

For a moment longer than you intended, your expression is blank enough that he feels his confidence completely deplete. He opens his mouth to change the subject in defeat, but stops himself immediately when he sees your lips upturn.

“I would really like that.”

Truthfully, the walk should’ve taken no more than twenty minutes, but in your cheerful stupor, you’re making him stop to pet every dog, stare at every street art piece, and avoid cracks on the sidewalk. Much to his surprise, by the time you’ve arrived at your home, your shoulders are drooped and you make no efforts to open your front door.

“This is me.” You say, rocking back and forth between your heels and your toes. “Thank you for tonight though. I had fun.” You step towards him, placing your small hand on his muscular shoulder.

Peter makes a face, but looks down, folding his hands together. His brow furrows but he starts to pout. It’s a cross between surprise and disappointment as he drags his feet on the brick of your landing, a rock rolling under his shoe.

Your eyes crinkle as sunshine spreads through them. “What’s that for?” You ask, poking the frown. He shakes his head, mumbling that it’s nothing but You place your first two fingers under his chin, tilting it unto look at you. He feels his lungs constrict from the intimacy of your touch, your eyes trapping him again. “What?” You muse, smiling sweetly.

Peter clears his throat, his eyes drifting to the sight of your bottom lip tucked between your teeth. In no way is he being remotely discreet and you know it, your ego inflating from his demeanor alone.

His wispy curls blow in front of his eyes and you reach up, brushing it away with cold fingertips that send shivers down his spine. “Peter,” You murmur, your voice quiet and as sweet as sugar. “Do you wanna kiss me?”

His breath hitches and his lips part, yet no words come out. You feel a chill brush past the tip of your nose and you smile, but not that dazzling way you usually do, but the real way you hardly show. You’ve completely compelled him, your words as effective as the lasso of truth. He nods silently, afraid that if he answers you with words, the best case scenario is that he stutters himself into oblivion and the worst is that what comes out of his mouth is actual vomit.

So you reach up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him in until your chests touch and you’re on your tiptoes. Peter tentatively places his hands on your waist, awestruck as he feels you lean in, goosebumps forming on his skin. Your lips, what little he’s felt from them, are just as soft as he pictured, and with you this close he can feel your lulling heartbeat. His eyes flutter shut and just as he’s about to meet your lips, he feels your lips brush past his cheek and rest right by his ear.

“Good to know.” You whisper, and before he can open his eyes in shock, you’ve disappeared into your building, the feeling of your lips on his skin a mere memory.

#spider man imagine #peter parker/you #peter parker/reader #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker reader insert #peter parker one shot #peter parker imagines #peter x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker prompt #peter parker fic #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you

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raendown · 6 years

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I was asked for some brotherly feels between our favorite Uchiha bros and I was more than happy to deliver.

Pairing: None Word count: 1178 Summary: Nothing will ever be as important to Madara as seeing his baby brother smile.

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Too See That Smile Once More

Madara had barely more than a second’s notice to move the important scroll out of the way before Izuna came crashing down across his lap, melting over his right leg like spilled liquid and propping a sharp chin up on his left with a barely visible pout.

“Nii-san, I’m so bored,” the younger lad whined. Madara huffed.

“So am I but this is important stuff. Can’t you go spar with Hikaku or something?”

“Uh-uh. He left on a mission yesterday.” Izuna heaved a dramatic sigh. “There’s nothing to do!”

“There’s plenty to do. I happen to know you didn’t properly clean your blade after that run-in with the Senju two days ago so you’ll need to sharpen and polish it now. You could help me with these correspondences. Or you could do the dishes from breakfast as you promised you would and then didn’t.”

Instead of looking at all guilty for the things he had neglected to do, his nine-year old sibling only grumbled and melted further down across his legs.

“But Nii-san!” he whined. “I want you to come play with me. Stop being boring and come help me catch frogs in the pond.” Tilting his face at just the right angle, Izuna paired his supplication with a wibbling lip and a pleading look which had, in the past, gotten him both in to and back out of quite a bit of trouble. Madara harrumphed like he had seen their father do countless times.

“I’m not being boring, I’m being responsible. These will be my own duties someday and I have to learn them so that I can lead the clan.”

“Boooooooriiiiiiiing!” Izuna rolled over and settled again so he was looking directly up at his brother. “Come on, Nii-san! I saw this one really big frog and I wanna catch it so I can leave it in Hikaku’s bed when he gets home!”

Madara twitched. That did sound like fun. Playing pranks on Hikaku was something they used to do together all the time, much to the younger lad’s chagrin. Most of the pranks had stopped due to Madara’s increasing duties and the fact that they were all busy with missions nowadays. Looking at the scroll he still held in one hand, he wavered.

“I really shouldn’t,” he murmured.

“Please?” Izuna clasped both hands together and pushed his lower lip out. Who was Madara to resist such an adorable face as that one?

“Well, I suppose I have gotten a lot done this morning.”

“Woohoo!”

Before he even felt the movement Izuna was up out of his lap, performing a small victory jig. Amusement warred with the ball of fuzzy warmth that settled in his chest while Madara carefully set the scroll aside with the others he had been working on and stood, demurely wiping the dust from his knees. No matter how mature he tried to act as he got older, there would never be anything more important to him than making his precious baby brother smile like he was right now. Nothing on this earth could ever be half as important to him as Izuna was.

Sandals were thrown on and nets were grabbed before Madara found a smaller hand slipping in to his own and tugging him away in to the trees which surrounded the ancient Uchiha compound. A small part of him took a single moment to spare a thought for his father, hoping that Tajima would stay busy at his meeting with the elders for several more hours as he was expected to, but it was merely a fleeting moment. He was much more inclined to focus on the way his brother’s hair swayed in the breeze, lifting and falling with every hurried step, leading the two of them onward towards the one big pond they used to swim in every summer.

It hadn’t changed much since the last time they had come here together, even if Madara struggled to remember when that was. The cat tails seemed smaller now that he had grown taller and that one tree branch that had always been out of reach looked so much closer now. But the pond itself was the same clear blue and the three small rocks in the center were still the perfect place to curl up on and fall asleep after a long afternoon of splashing and swimming.

Not that swimming was what they had come here to do. Madara let Izuna lead him by the hand over to the really marshy bits by the west corner. He made no complaints about the mud that immediately soaked through his clothing as they knelt down side by side, searching through the reeds until something small and green rustled close to their fingers.

Wild shrieks filled the air as the two of them ran after every frog that caught their eye, Izuna constantly getting distracted from one to go chase another. Madara brought each of his catches back to his brother to ask if they were the one he was looking for and he never minded when they weren’t. The longer it took them to find the right frog the longer he got to spend pretending that time had gone backwards and their days would forever be filled with nothing but ponds and endless afternoons, coming home covered in mud and smiles with pond flowers in their hair.

Eventually he did catch the right frog. When he brought it to Izuna his brother had clapped his hands with the pure joy of someone whose age still hadn’t even reached the double digits yet. He let Izuna carry to net proudly as they tramped their way back towards the compound and even though it meant their adventure had come to its inevitable end Madara thought the happiness on his baby brother’s face was more than worth it.

The scream which was sure to rattle the walls of every house in the compound that night would certainly to be worth it as well.

As the two of them rigged up a bucket to keep the frog in until it was time to hide it in Hikaku’s bed later, Izuna had never shone so brightly. He shook long tresses dark hair out of his face, spluttering a few strands that had been caught in his mouth, then turned to his sibling with a brilliant smile.

“This is gonna be so great!” Dropping a cover over the bucket so their amphibious captive wouldn’t hop away, he hopped forward himself and tackled Madara to the floor in a tight hug. “Thank you for helping! You’re the best Nii-san in the whole world!”

“Next time you can catch frogs by yourself,” Madara grumbled back. His words had little sting when he said them with such a wide grin on his own face. Izuna wasn’t fooled in the least and his only response was to hug him even tighter.

Madara didn’t truly mind, just as he didn’t truly mean it. He was happy to follow wherever his brother wanted to lead him just to see that smile once more.

#rae writes #madara #izuna #fanfiction #naruto shippuden

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rockformed · 7 years

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1-100 for that ask thing. Cuz fuck you

JESUS CHRIST WILLim putting this under a read more fuck you too

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?

soundcloud!!

is your room messy or clean?

always messy, last time it was clean was when we first moved in lmao

what color are your eyes?

very dark brown

do you like your name? why?

i do!! cause it means “helper”!! and i love to help vv

what is your relationship status?

single as fuck, ive never been in a relationship ;;

describe your personality in 3 words or less

shy, creative, and passive

what color hair do you have?

natural redhead babeyyyy

what kind of car do you drive? color?

i dont drive ;;

where do you shop?

usually i get my clothes from a place called torrid, they sell plus sized stuff!! but i get all my t-shirts from redbubble and thinkgeek!

how would you describe your style?

all over the place lmao, messy

favorite social media account

tumblr is m fav just cause the site works the way i think it should, in chronological order

what size bed do you have?

double

any siblings?

yep!! 2 step brothers, 1 half brother and 1 half sister

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

a small cabin on a riverside with self-sustainability. i just dont wanna have to worry about stuff and be left to myself in a cute little cabin!!

favorite snapchat filter?

THE TIGER FACEMASK ONE

favorite makeup brand(s)

dont wear makeup :p

how many times a week do you shower?

i uhhhhh try to shower once every day but i have a hard time remembering a lot ;;

favorite tv show?

atm i dont have one, i dont really watch tv! im excited for the return of steven universe tho

shoe size?

8 womens

how tall are you?

5′3″ last time i checked!!

sandals or sneakers?

SNEAKERS, i hate sandals :(

do you go to the gym?

used to every day, stopped cause we moved away from my gym and i have no way to get there :(

describe your dream date

oh gosh, i dont really know, something chill where i could get to know the person a bit, maybe lunch at a cute airy restaurant vv

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

i have misc change and a 15 dollar red lobster gift card lol

what color socks are you wearing?

im not wearing any!!

how many pillows do you sleep with?

3, and many stuffed animals :3

do you have a job? what do you do?

i do commissions, but i dont have a 9-5 “job” yet

how many friends do you have?

oh gosh, uuummmm 2 really good ones, maybe 7 others?? im probably forgetting ;;

whats the worst thing you have ever done?

when i was 5 i stole a harmonica from a cracker barrel and swore on the bible that the woman at the counter let me have it ;;;;; it haunts me everyday for real

whats your favorite candle scent?

i dont have a specific, but i love sweet scented candles, and holiday ones :p

3 favorite boy names

Ben, Oliver, and Andrew

3 favorite girl names

Lily, Genevieve, and Lorelei

favorite actor?

Robin Williams %100 forever

favorite actress?

amy adams

who is your celebrity crush?

Chris Pratt i guess??? i dont pay too much attention to that stuff :p

favorite movie?

ever, is wreck it ralph, atm is beauty and the beast (not the remake)

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?

i dont read too much anymore, but my favorite book(s) is the Doll People by Ann M. Martin.

money or brains?

brains if by brains you include personality

do you have a nickname? what is it?

a lot of people on here call me Rock, but i dont have a real life nickname!!

how many times have you been to the hospital?

one, when i was born lmao

top 10 favorite songs

GOD fuck umm, Overwhelming by Jon Bellion, Fiddle and the Drum by Perfect Circle, 24 Karat Magic by Bruno Mars, Ticker Tape by Gorillaz, Separate Ways by Journey, I Believe in a Thing Called Love by The Darkness, Beautiful Girls by Sean Kingston (i know, i know), Kill Your Heroes by AWOLNATION, Clocks by Coldplay, and Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap.

do you take any medications daily?

nope!!

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

soft vv cause i drink so much fuckin water lmao

what is your biggest fear?

uhhh my loved ones dying and not knowing if i’d be okay if they did??

how many kids do you want?

NONE

whats your go to hair style?

natural i guess, i dont really do up my hair :0

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)

ideally, id love one of those micro-houses and to travel the country with my house, but if that doesnt work out id like a shotgun style!

who is your role model?

Robin Williams, again :p

what was the last compliment you received?

“i love the way you color” was the last one!!

what was the last text you sent?

“my feet are gonna fall the fuck off” sent to my mom sjhdfjhdjfs

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

i didnt grow up believing in santa, my mom always just wrote her name on my presents!

what is your dream car?

a tucker, even tho thats very VERY unlikely lmao

opinion on smoking?

dont do it

do you go to college?

no, but i want to!!

what is your dream job?

character/concept designer for a film or game studio

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?

rural!!

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?

no >:(

do you have freckles?

lots on my arms, none on my face anymore :p

do you smile for pictures?

yep!! i have a bad sameface problem lmao

how many pictures do you have on your phone?

100+, my phone doesnt tell me an exact number

have you ever peed in the woods?

yep, once when i was younger i got locked out of my house on the way home from school so i had to pee in the woods behind our house and wait for my mom to get home

do you still watch cartoons?

yeah, its the only thing i really watch lol

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Wendys, but Mcdonalds has better fries

Favorite dipping sauce?

sweet BBQ

what do you wear to bed?

sweatpants and a t-shirt!

have you ever won a spelling bee?

no, but i one a book fair contest once!

what are your hobbies?

drawing, singing, music in general, video games, and seeing how long i can stay up without passing out lmao

can you draw?

i like to think so

do you play an instrument?

flute, but i think ive forgotten how by now

what was the last concert you saw?

i havent seen any, but im going to see one next week!!

tea or coffee?

neither, unless we’re talking sweet tea lmao

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

AMERICA RUNS ON DUNKIN YOU FOOL

do you want to get married?

yes, id like to!! but if the person i end up with doesnt want to im cool with that!

what is your crush’s first and last initial?

im not answering this fkdjgghjdhf

are you going to change your last name when you get married?

depends on the other persons last name and if they wanna change theirs!!

what color looks best on you?

green!

do you miss anyone right now?

yeah, a friend of mine and my dad :(

do you sleep with your door open or closed?

closed and locked lol

do you believe in ghosts?

somewhat

what is your biggest pet peeve?

when people are rude or self-absorbed ://

last person you called`

my mom

favorite ice cream flavor?

cookie dough!!

regular oreos or golden oreos?

regular (put them in the fridge first, they’re better cold!!)

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?

i hate sprinkles :p tastes like paste

what shirt are you wearing?

a fallout t-shirt!

what is your phone background?

cinderella’s castle, a pick that i took last time i went to magic kingdom!!

are you outgoing or shy?

shy :3c

do you like it when people play with your hair?

yeah!! but only if i know them fkhgdfg

do you like your neighbors?

some of them, our neighbor to our right is really nice but past that we have two trump supporters and on the left we have a couple thats really really mean lmao

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

in the morning!!

have you ever been high?

nope

have you ever been drunk?

nope

last thing you ate?

a subway sandwich!!

favorite lyrics right now

???

summer or winter?

WINTER PLS

day or night?

Day, specifially mornings :o

dark, milk, or white chocolate?

milk!!

favorite month?

december :)

what is your zodiac sign

cancer!!!

who was the last person you cried in front of?

uhhhh my therapist lmao

FUCK YOU WILL THIS TOOK ME AN HOUR

#idontknowhowtorespondtothis #about me #hfjghjhawhdgbhjsgdfgs

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alicescripts · 7 years

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Part 2, Chapter 5: Taconic

Sylvia and her mother had their lives changed forever when they stopped for gas at Sunoco at East Fishkill.

We search for signs and prophecies of the great changes that are waiting for us, but most often they come suddenly, in mundane places while we do mundane things. A heart attack while watching Netflix. A phone call about the pregnancy while you’re deciding on which brand of granola to buy at the supermarket. A sudden act of violence when you’ve stopped for gas.

Alice Isn’t Dead by Joseph Fink. Performed by Jasika Nicole. Produced by Disparition. Part 2, chapter 5: Taconic.

Sylvia’s mother was also named Sylvia. Folks don’t think twice if a man names a son after himself, or even if all the men in the family have the same name for generations. But a woman names daughter after herself and everyone gets so confused, Sylvia said.

When she was little, she didn’t think anything at all about having the same name as her mother. Later she realized it was weird, and she didn’t like being weird, and it made her defensive about it and she didn’t like to tell people her name. When she hit her teenage years, she blamed her Mom and refused to go by Sylvia. I asked her what name she went by. “Skip,” she said. “Seriously?” I asked her. “Seriously, Skip,” she said. “Don’t be an asshole.” She was right. I apologized. “Do you want me to call you Skip?” “No,” she said quietly. “Ever since… ever since my Mom, I’ve gone back to Sylvia. I don’t hold it against her anymore, I get it. I get her so much more now that she’s gone. I wish I could tell her that.” I let her fold under my arm. It’s been a long time since I was called upon to comfort anyone.

Sylvia was the one who saw it first that night. A man twitching near the dumpster. She thought maybe it was someone who had been injured, or maybe a drug addict, although the rural scene didn’t lend itself to that narrative. But her stomach bottomed out as she realized it was a crouching man, thrashing at something below him. A person below him.

Sylvia saw but could not comprehend that the man was eating the other person. “Mom,” she had whispered. “Mom!” And her Mom turned, and to her credit, bless her forever, she did not wilt like I would have, or run like I once did. She set her jaw, said “Sylvia, honey, you get inside the station and find somewhere to hide.” And she pulled out her phone to call the police. But of course the police wouldn’t have been able to help her.

And anyway, just after Sylvia left was when the Thistle Man noticed her mother watching. If Sylvia had been there too, if he had known that there were two witnesses… But he only knew about one witness. One person who needed to be dealt with.

It wasn’t just the Thistle Man, she said. There was a second person there.

She walked around the Sunoco, putting on a show of careful investigation. But I could see her hands shaking as she clenched them tight at her sides. This place, for her, was a wound. “We’re not gonna find anything here,” she said. “No,” I said. “It’s been years,” she said. “There wouldn’t be any physical evidence left.” “No.” “But this is what it is, Keisha. I remember a second person. The Thistle Man had help.” She stared for a long time at the last place she had seen her mother alive. “I need to know what really happened.” “I know,” I said. She nodded. “OK, let’s go.”

The Taconic Parkway is beautiful. A road that meanders. It feels like taking a walk in the woods. But taking a walk in the woods is something you wanna do slowly, on foot, not speeding in a car. It is a dangerous road. No streetlights, sharp turns, long periods with no shoulder, just a rock face on one side and a thin barrier on the other side. If life is in many ways a balancing act between beauty and danger, then the Taconic is paved right down the middle.

Just north of Hudson, where we had delicious falafel at a kosher restaurant that advertises itself, almost certainly incorrectly, as “the last kosher restaurant until the Canadian border”.

We saw something strange on the hillside by the road. A huge carving of a human face, and in front of that, a giant figure seated on a throne. Their head flattened and curved into the shape of a ball. There are other statues all over the hill. It looks like a shrine to a god no one has ever worshipped.

Sylvia came back out when her mother started shouting. The lights had conveniently dimmed on that side of the station. There was no sound of police coming, of anyone coming. Of any help at all. “You wanted to see,” the Thistle Man said in a voice that oozed out of his throat. He dragged one leg forward, the rest of his body leaning backward. “Now you will see.”

Sylvia stepped toward them, but her mother caught her eye, and her mother put up one hand. You stay away, you hide. “And I did, I guess,” she said. “I don’t remember what next. It’s all sorrow and blood. But I do remember a couple hours later, huddled up in the brush on the other side of the Taconic, hidin’. I remember footsteps in the leaves nearby. I guess the Thistle Man was looking for me, but he never found me. Still hasn’t.”

There was one more piece to this story, and it’s the piece we’re trying to understand now. There was someone else there with the Thistle Man. Sylvia remembered a person wearing a hoodie, standing next to her mother right at the end. In the darkness, Sylvia couldn’t pick out any more details. Just the Thistle Man and the figure in the hoodie. Small, faceless, with their arms out toward her mother. “Someone helped the Thistle Man kill my mother, and I wanna know who,” she said.

We had wings at a bar in Red Hook. An older man and a young man sat at the end of the bar. “I lived through Nixon, you know,” the older man said. He shook his head. “I lived through Nixon and I never lived through anything as scary as this.”

Unsure of what else to do, we went the next morning to the Duchess County Sheriff’s office in Poughkeepsie. The woman at the front desk seemed friendly. An older woman, definitely not police anymore, if she ever was one. “Can I help you?” she asked. Great question. I don’t know if anyone could.

We explained that we were looking into a murder that happened a few years ago. Gave the details. She did some searching on the computer. “Huh,” she said. “This isn’t right.” “What is it?” asked Sylvia. “The case was closed. I don’t know why that would have happened. It’s a murder investigation, double homicide, only a few years old and no suspects arrested. Why would they close this?” She frowned, reading through the notes they had on file. “Why would they close this?” she said again. Her tone wasn’t confusion, but despair. She knew exactly why they had closed it. She looked at us, lips half open, holding what she had to say next in her mouth for a while, and then she let it out. “Go have lunch at the Palace Diner. It’s just around the corner. Food’s good there.”

Sylvia and I thanked her and we went to the diner. A grand 24-hour institution with a fast parking lot and their own in-house bakery. The kind of diner you can’t find outside of the Northeast.

We were halfway through turkey clubs when the woman showed up, holding a filing box. “I want you to know that there are some of us who don’t believe in it. Who believe that this is the wrong thing, what they’re doing. I want you to know that we are not all on their side.” She put the box under our table. “There isn’t much, but take it. Not me, mm-hm. At least not me.” She turned and left without waiting for us to respond. Our waiter asked us if we were OK on our coffees. We were OK.

There are a few straight vineyards in the Hudson Valley among the apple orchards. There is here, as there are in many places not notable for their wines, a serious effort to create a wine industry. The best New York wine I’ve ever had was maybe OK. But then as the climate changes, who knows? Certainly the areas famous for wine will lose their climate, and so one of these places we laugh about will become the new Bourdeaux. Or everyone will be too busy being refugees from our drowned cities to worry about wine.

The box was almost empty. No real investigation done on the case. The police knew who the killer was, and so officially had no leads. The bare minimum of paperwork, which is still a lot of paperwork, but none of it said anything. Restating basic physical facts of the scene, describing actions taken by the officer in a step-by-step style of writing designed to intentionally repel the reader through tedium. Sylvia Parker Senior, another victim of the Hungry Man. But there was one item of real interest. A manila envelope, folded over and mummified in packing tape. I took the knife from my bag and tore it open. Inside was a cassette tape. “Camera at the gas station?” I said. “Oh god, I hope,” she said. “Do we have any way to play this?” “Well, the region is known for antiqueing.” We went to the grimiest antique store we could find in Hudson. A basement shop with childlike paintings of animals flying kites and riding skateboards outside. There was a taxidermied moose head on the wall, well on its way to falling apart. And in the back, for 15 bucks, there was a VCR/TV combo.

We got a room at a cheap one-level motel in Saugerties. Didn’t even bother bringing the rest of our stuff in, just the TV and the tape. I closed the drapes. It was completely dark in the room. I plugged the TV in, stuck the tape into the slot. [VCR sounds] Warped colors and digital static. Maybe all this for nothing. The tape decayed or broken. But then it resolved into a wide shot of the side of a gas station. There was Sylvia’s mother against the wall, and the Thistle Man stepping toward her. Not the same Thistle Man that had followed me last year, a different one. Just as misshapen and toothy.

And there was Sylvia coming out of the door, seeing what was about to happen, screaming. The Thistle Man seeing the younger Sylvia, braking into a drooping, melted smile.

“That’s not what happened,” Sylvia said. “I hid. She gestured for me to run. He never saw me.”

On the tape, the Thistle Man turned back to Sylvia’s mother. He didn’t walk so much as fall into her, his hand on her throat. And there was, yes, a person in a hoodie. I didn’t see them emerge from anywhere, just nothing and then a person in the shadows, like they had always been there and I had only now noticed them. The person rushed forward toward Sylvia’s mother. In the tape, Sylvia made a sobbing scream that we couldn’t hear because there was no sound. She, too, ran for her mother.

Before anything else could happen, the Thistle Man tore Sylvia Parker Senior’s throat out. I dunno how else to say it. He took it, like someone might take a box of cereal off of a shelf. He moved his hand back and there was something wet in it, and Sylvia’s mother had a gaping wound where her throat had been. Now

Sylvia was screaming again, not in the tape, but in the room next to me. I held her tightly, and she screamed into my shoulder.

The person in the hoodie reached the pair, and put their arms around Sylvia’s mother. They seemed to be easing her to the ground. The dying woman stared deep into the, to us, invisible face of the person, as though she had just seen something even more astonishing than her own death, and then she was gone. The Thistle Man tossed what he had taken from the woman onto the ground, and then just as casually, picked up Sylvia as her run brought her in reach. He held her aloft, like a parent looking at a baby. He was laughing. His jaw wobbling wider and wider. And the person in the hoodie got up from their crouch, reached over and took hold of the Thistle Man’s head. They yanked backwards and their strength must have been incredible, because the Thistle Man flew like he weighed nothing. Sylvia collapsed to the ground and then, again this seems like such a simple way to say this but – the person in the hoodie took the Thistle Man apart. Tore off his arms and his legs and then popped his head off. It was very quick. Sylvia was lying unconscious on the ground. The person in the hoodie picked her up and carried her out of frame, and the footage went to black.

Sylvia touched the screen. “They saved me. All this time I thought they helped the Thistle Man kill my mother. I thought I gotten away on my own. But I would be dead too, if it wasn’t for whoever they are.” “Whoever they were they were very, very strong,” I said. “Yes,” she said. “And it seems like they’re on our side.” “So what now?” I asked her. “Now, I have to go again,” she said. “What will you do?” “I’m goin’ to seek out this person, whatever they turn out to be. There is a powerful force of good somewhere. I won’t chase after evil yet. First I will seek that good.”

She hugged me, and I hugged her back, fiercely. We both were crying, of course. Of course. “You’ll see me again,” she said. “I better,” I said. “Goddammit, I better.”

Knock-knock. [left speaker] Who’s there? [right speaker] Who’s there? [left] I asked first. [right] I have just as much of a right to know. [left] You knocked on my door. [right] There is no door, I just said the words “knock knock”. [left] If there is no door, then what do you want me to do? [right] Tell me who you are. [left] Sure, but first tell me who you are. [right] Who’s there? [left] Who’s there? [right] Who’s there? [left] Who’s there? [right] This is getting us nowhere. [left] This is getting us nowhere who?

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01. I’VE JUST SEEN A FACE de JIM STURGESS ( i've just seen a face, i can't forget the time or place where we just met. she's just the girl for me and i want all the world to see we've met. had it been another day i might have looked the other way and i'd have never been aware, but as it is i'll dream of her tonight. falling, yes i am falling, and she keeps calling me back again. i have never known the like of this, i've been alone and i have missed things and kept out of sight, for other girls were never quite like this. )

02. SHE IS de THE FRAY ( do not get me wrong i cannot wait for you to come home, for now you're not here and i'm not there, it's like we're on our own to figure it out, consider how to find a place to stand, instead of walking away and instead of nowhere to land. this is going to break me clean in two, this is going to bring me close to you. it's all up in the air and we stand still to see what comes down. i don't know where it is, i don't know when, but i want you around. this is going to bring me clarity. she is everything i need that i never knew i wanted. she is everything i want that i never knew i needed. this is going to bring me to my knees, i just want to hold you close to me. )

03. ALL I NEED de MAT KEARNEY ( here it comes it's all blowing in tonight. i woke up this morning to a blood red sky. they're burning on the bridge turning off the lights. we're on the run, i can see it in your eyes. if nothing is safe then i don't understand, you call me your boy but i'm trying to be the man. one more day and it's all slipping with the sand, you touch my lips and grab the back of my hand. guess we both know we're in over our heads, we got nowhere to go and no home that's left. the water is rising on a river turning red. it all might be ok or we might be dead. if everything we've got is slipping away, i meant what i said when i said until my dying day. i'm holding on to you, holding on to me, maybe it's all gone black but you're all i see. the walls are shaking, i hear them sound the alarm, glass is breaking so don't let go of my arm. grab your bags and a picture of where we met, all that we'll leave behind and all that's left. if everything we've got is blowing away, we've got a rock and a rock till our dying day. and if all we've got is what no one can break, i know i love you, if that's all we can take. the tears are coming down, they're mixing with the rain, i know i love you, if that's all we can take. )

04. NEXT TO ME de SLEEPING AT LAST ( oh, our futures were written with crayons in coloring books, it was misspelled and outside the lines and we loved how it looked. like the crooked hem of your favorite childhood dress, and the holes in my jeans from years of carelessness. i know since we've grown, we ache for those memories. honestly, nothing's even compared to you next to me. if time is money, then i'll spend it all for you. i will buy you flowers with the minutes we outgrew. i'll turn hours into gardens, planted just for us to take. i'll be reckless with my days, building castles in your name. )

05. LET’S LOVE de ECHOSMITH ( you were the girl that came with the sunrise. now i can't think of a day without you. now all i want is to hold you now. i've been saving my soul for someone like you. let's love while we're young. so let's love, before we've even begun. oh, darling, we'll be fine. )

06. FALLIN’ FOR YOU de COLBIE CAILLAT ( i don't know but i think i may be fallin' for you, dropping so quickly. maybe i should keep this to myself, waiting 'til i know you better. i am trying not to tell you, but i want to. i'm scared of what you'll say. so i'm hiding what i'm feeling but i'm tired of holding this inside my head. i've been spending all my time just thinking about you, i don't know what to do, i think i'm fallin' for you. i've been waiting all my life and now i found you. as i'm standing here and you hold my hand, pull me towards you and we start to dance. all around us i see nobody. here in silence, it's just you and me. )

07. THE LUCKIEST de BEN FOLDS ( i don't get many things right the first time. in fact, i am told that a lot. now i know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls brought me here. and where was i before the day that i first saw your lovely face? now i see it everyday and i know that i am the luckiest. i love you more than i have ever found a way to say to you. )

08. LOVE WILL TAKE YOU de ANGUS & JULIA STONE ( if we never found this love, if we never took that road, if we hadn't had the heart, we wouldn't have this home. in this world the heart beats slow, in my arms let's share the cold, in my eyes you're all i've known, darlin' let's go home. love, love will take you. love, love will take you there. )

09. SOUL MEETS BODY de DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE ( i want to live where soul meets body and let the sun wrap its arms around me, and bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing and feel, feel what its like to be new. but if the silence takes you then i hope it takes me too. so, brown eyes, i hold you near, 'cause you’re the only song i want to hear, a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere. )

10. THE GAMBLER de FUN. ( we were barely eighteen when we crossed collective hearts. it was cold, but it got warm when you barely crossed my eye. and then you turned, put out your hand, and you asked me to dance. i knew nothing of romance, but it was love at second sight. i swear when i grow up i won't just buy you a rose, i will buy the flower shop, and you will never be lonely. for even if the sun stops waking up over the fields i will not leave, i will not leave 'til it's our time. so just take my hand, you know that i will never leave your side. it was the winter of '86, all the fields had frozen over, so we moved to arizona to save our only son. and now he's turned into a man, though he thinks just like his mother, he believes we're all just lovers, he sees hope in everyone. )

11. ‘TIL MY HEART STOPS BEATING de JOE BROOKS ( i'm never gonna let you down, i'm never gonna leave you out. i'm gonna be there till my heart stops beating. and now it don't matter where you are, i'm never gonna be that far. )

12. NO SUCH THING AS TIME de ELENOWEN ( baby, why don't you lie down? time is our only enemy. and when i hold you everything slows down. when i know you inside and out, i wanna show you there's no such thing as time, so take a deep breath tonight. i wanna breathe you in, i finally know how to fight. it takes to hearts to win, time is our only enemy. )

13. WHEN THE DARNESS COMES de COLBIE CAILLAT ( i'll be here waiting, hoping, praying that this light will guide you home. when you're feeling lost i'll leave my love, hidden in the sun, for when the darkness comes. now the door is open, the world i knew is broken, there's no return. now my heart is not scared just knowing that you're out there watching me, so believe. )

14. SEA OF LOVE de CAT POWER ( come with me, my love, to the sea, the sea of love. i want to tell you how much i love you. )

15. I WILL FOLLOW YOU INTO THE DARK de DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE ( love of mine, some day you will die, but i'll be close behind, i'll follow you into the dark. no blinding light or tunnels to gates of white, just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark. if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, then i'll follow you into the dark. the time for sleep is now, it's nothing to cry about 'cause we'll hold each other soon in the blackest of rooms. )

16. LIGHTWEIGHT de DEMI LOVATO ( i hear angels sing in your voice. when you pull me close, feelings i’ve never known, they mean everything and leave me no choice. light on my heart, light on my feet, light in your eyes, i can’t even speak. do you even know how you make me weak? i'm a lightweight, better be careful what you say, with every word i'm blown away, you're in control of my heart. i'm a lightweight, easy to fall, easy to break, with every move my whole world shakes, keep me from falling apart. this is all so new, seems too good to be true, could this really be a safe place to fall? drowned in your love, it's almost all too much. handle with care, say you’ll be there. )

17. LOOK AFTER YOU de THE FRAY ( there now, steady love, so few come and don't go. will you, won't you be the one i'll always know? when i'm losing my control, the city spins around, you're the only one who knows, you slow it down. oh, oh, oh, be my baby and i'll look after you. it's always have and never hold, you've begun to feel like home. what's mine is yours to leave or take, what's mine is yours to make your own. )

18. I GET TO LOVE YOU de RUELLE ( one look at you; my whole life falls in line. i prayed for you; before i called you mine. i can’t believe it’s true, sometimes. i get to love you, it’s the best thing that i’ll ever do. i get to love you, it’s a promise i’m making to you. whatever may come; your heart i will choose. forever i’m yours, forever i do. they say love is a journey, i promise that i’ll never leave. when it’s too heavy to carry, remember this moment with me. )

19. YOU ARE MINE de SPENCER COMBS FT. HOLLEY MAHER ( my heart beats for you alone. no house can hold the love that we own. everytime you fall from grace to your knees, i'll wait patiently, for you. oh i will, forever and always, put you before me to the end of time. but until then, 'til my last breath rolls in, oh i am yours and you are mine. )

20. BUBBLY de COLBIE CAILLAT ( it starts in my toes and i crinkle my nose. wherever it goes, i always know that you make me smile, please stay for a while now, just take your time wherever you go.the rain is falling on my window pane, but we are hiding in a safer place. under covers staying dry and warm, you give me feelings that i adore. i've been asleep for a while now, you tuck me in just like a child now, 'cause every time you hold me in your arms, i'm comfortable enough to feel your warmth. )

21. HEARTLINES de FLORENCE + THE MACHINE ( your heart is the only place that i call home, i cannot be returned. just keep following the heartlines on your hand, keep it up! i know you can! but know, in some way i’m there with you. )

22. SIGNAL FIRE de SNOW PATROL ( there you are standing right in front of me, all this fear falls away to leave me naked, hold me close 'cause i need you to guide me to safety. in the confusion and the aftermath, you are my signal fire. the only resolution and the only joy is the faint spark of forgiveness in your eyes. )

23. LOVE YOU STRONGLY de AMY STROUP ( and i know love has treated you coldly before, left you lonely. oh but not anymore, i was made to love you strongly. )

24. LIKE I’M GONNA LOSE YOU de MEGHAN TRAINOR & JOHN LEGEND ( i woke up in tears with you by my side. a breath of relief and i realized no, we're not promised tomorrow. in the blink of an eye, just a whisper of smoke, you could lose everything, the truth is you never know. so i'll kiss you longer, baby, any chance that i get. i'll make the most of the minutes and love with no regrets. let's take our time to say what we want, use what we got before it's all gone. 'cause no, we're not promised tomorrow. so i'm gonna love you like i'm gonna lose you. i'm gonna hold you like i'm saying goodbye wherever we're standing. i won't take you for granted 'cause we'll never know when we'll run out of time. )

25. THE LIGHTNING STRIKE (WHAT IF THIS STORM ENDS?) de SNOW PATROL ( what if this storm ends and i don't see you as you are now ever again? the perfect halo of gold hair and lightning, sets you off against the planet's last dance. just for a minute the silver forked sky lit you up like a star that i will follow. now it's found us like i have found you, i don't want to run, just overwhelm me. what if this storm ends and leaves us nothing? except a memory, a distant echo. i want to see you as you are now, every single day that i am living. )

26. CROSSFIRE de BRANDON FLOWERS ( and we're caught up in the crossfire of heaven and hell, and we're searchin' for shelter. watching your dress as you turn down the lights, i forget all about the storm outside. dark clouds roll their way over town, heartache and pain came a-pouring down like hail, sleet and rain, yeah, they're handing it out. and tell the devil that he can go back from where he came, his fiery arrows drew their bead in vain. and when the hardest part is over, we'll be here, and our dreams will break the boundaries of our fear. lay your body down next to mine. )

27. TURNING PAGE de SLEEPING AT LAST ( i've waited a hundred years but i'd wait a million more for you. nothing prepared me for what the privilege of being yours would do. if i had only felt the warmth within your touch, if i had only seen how you smile when you blush or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough, well i would have known what i was living for all along, what i've been living for. your love is my turning page, where only the sweetest words remain. every kiss is a cursive line, every touch is a redefining phrase. for nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart. if i had only felt how it feels to be yours, well i would have known what i've been living for all along. )

28. I FIND THE LIGHT IN YOU de JOE BROOKS ( but i'm on my way home, and i'm worn to the bone, and when my heart hits an all time low, there's something shining through. i find the light in you. i don't think there's a sun that's ever shone brighter than the radiance of you, and i wouldn't want one too. )

29. LA VIE EN ROSE de DANIELA ANDRADE ( hold me close and hold me fast, the magic spell you cast, this is la vie en rose. when you kiss me heaven sighs and though i close my eyes, i see la vie en rose. when you press me to your heart, i'm in a world apart, a world where roses bloom. and when you speak angels sing from above, everyday words seems to turn into love songs. )

30. STRAWBERRY SWING de COLDPLAY ( they were sitting, they were talking under strawberry swing. everybody was for fighting, wouldn't wanna waste a thing. cold, cold water bring me round, now my feet won't touch the ground. cold, cold water what ya say? when it's such… it's such a perfect day. people moving all the time inside a perfectly straight line. don't you wanna curve away? )

31. FEEL THE TIDE de MUMFORD & SONS ( she sits him down in a stiff chair, rubs his back and strokes his hair telling him it's okay to cry. but he just sits and stare the merciless moon outside, has nothing now he's come to realice only the desolation he feels, the cold distance inside. but you and i now we can be alright. just hold on to what we know is true. you and i now, though it's cold inside, feel the tide turning. )

32. CHASING CARS de SNOW PATROL ( i don't quite know how to say how i feel. those three words are said too much, they're not enough. i need your grace to remind me to find my own. if i lay here, if i just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world? all that i am, all that i ever was, is here in your perfect eyes, they're all i can see. )

33. COME WHAT MAY de NICOLE KIDMAN & EWAN MCGREGOR ( want to vanish inside your kiss, everyday i love you more and more. listen to my heart can you hear it sing? telling me to give you everything. seasons may change, winter to spring, but i love you until the end of time. and there's no mountain too high, no river too wide, sing out this song and i'll be there by your side. storm clouds may gather and stars may collide, but i love you until the end of time. come what may, i will love you until my dying day. )

34. DEATH AND ALL HIS FRIENDS de COLDPLAY ( all winter we got carried, away over on the rooftops. let's get married. all summer we just hurried. so come over, just be patient, and don't worry. no, i don't wanna battle from beginning to end. i don't want a cycle of recycled revenge. i don't want to follow death and all of his friends. and in the end, we lie awake and we dream of making our escape. )

35. ANYONE ELSE BUT YOU de THE MOLDY PEACHES ( you're a part-time lover and a full-time friend. i kiss you on the brain in the shadow of the train, kiss you all starry-eyed, my body swingin' from side to side.you are always tryin' to keep it real, i'm in love with how you feel. i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you. )

36. ALL ABOUT US de HE IS WE FT. OWL CITY ( take my hand, i'll teach you to dance. i'll spin you around, won't let you fall down. would you let me lead? you can step on my feet. give it a try, it'll be alright. 'cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love. spotlight's shining. it's all about us. and every heart in the room will melt, this is a feeling i've never felt, but it's all about us. suddenly i'm feeling brave, don't know what's got into me, why i feel this way. can we dance real slow? can i hold you real close? do you hear that love? they're playing our song. do you think we're ready? oh, i'm really feeling it. )

37. TO BUILD A HOME de THE CINEMATIC ORCHESTRA ( there is a house built out of stone, wooden floors, walls and window sills. tables and chairs worn by all of the dust. this is a place where i don't feel alone, this is a place where i feel at home. and i built a home for you, for me. until it disappeared, from me, from you. and now, it's time to leave and turn to dust. )

¡¡ FELIZ NAVIDAD Y AÑO NUEVO, LOLA !!

DE: andy

PARA: lola

Querida Lola:

Exageré de nuevo haciendo un mix y casi llego a las 40 canciones, pero por suerte me calmé. Anyway, es que en verdad amo Fralice y siempre quise hacerles un mix, mi momento llegó. Abarqué desde sus inicios hasta sus finales en la guerra. Me parecen personajes interesantes por separado y también juntos, al final de todo ellos pudieron estar en el lugar de James y Lily. La gente no piensa mucho en ellos y cuanto soportaron. Tuvieron que huir y esconderse, esconder a su hijo, enfrentarse a muchas dificultades, al mismísimo Lord Voldemort... Y su final, terminar en San Mungo sin saber quienes son o recordar nada, es tan triste. Es una historia muy bella pero muy deprimente (¿qué le pasa a J.K.? Es demasiado emo). Quería hacerles justicia y espero haberlo hecho con este mix.

Anyway, espero hayas pasado unas felices fiestas y año nuevo con todos tus seres queridos. Sabes que te quiero mucho y siempre es grato hablar contigo sobre la vida o sobre el rol o sobre lo que sea. Eres una chica muy amable y divertida. No soy buena en estas cosas, pero espero sepas que te considero una amiga y me alegra contar con tu presencia por aquí. Ojalá pudiera decirte más, soy muy mala, así que mejor dejo que el regalo hable por mis sentimientos.

Te deseo lo mejor, pequeña Lola. Que todo salga muy bien para ti y sabes que puedes contar conmigo para lo que necesites. Te mando un bello abrazo.

#frank #santa secreto 2016

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