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Golden Salvation Pt.2

pt. 1

cowboy!Ghost x m! reader

A/N: There will be one more part to this just to wrap everything up :)

Your pulse thundered in your ears as the stranger loomed closer, hand gripping lethal iron at his hip. Fight or flight instincts kicked into overdrive - this was no ordinary burglary; you could see it etched in every predatory line of his body.  

This man had come for blood, your blood.  

Slowly, you raised your hands in a gesture of peace even as your mind raced. One wrong move and you’d be pushing up daisies come morn. These were the dark shadows Simon lived in, the enemies he’d made through his notorious work. And now they were coming for him...through you.  

.“Don’t want no trouble, mister,” you said, keeping your tone calm and even like you didn't know why this man was here. As if there could be any other reason for someone to break into a home as dingy as your own. “Just a simple bartender is all – barely got a dollar to my name”  

This snake didn't need to know how deep your bond with Simon went, especially since hiding your relationship was the only way you could see to get out of this situation.  

The man cackled at your words, rolling his eyes as the smile dropped and he stalked closer to the bed, aiming the gun at you as he cocked it back with a sickening crack.  

“ Mhm... as if you weren't all nice and cozied up to him not mere hours ago – ya really think im gonna believe you?” He gave you a mocking grin 

 “No no im not stupid sweetheart. Im not here to collect any of his debts from you – I care more about the eight men o’ mine your Ghostie killed. Those boys were my family, he didnt think twice about that though when he shot em’ dead where they stood. Figure I should make him feel the same hurt I do, hm?”  

“You won’t hurt him none-” You tried to reason “His heart don't belong to me, he won’t spare a second glance past this cabin. Hell, He's probably halfway across the desert by now” Your voice was shaky as you spoke, lies seeping through your lips at the risk of your life. You knew what you meant to Simon, no one else was able to get into his space as you did- at least not if they wanted to walk away with their life.  

The man's smirk dropped, new anger burning in his eyes as the grip on his gun tightened, “I saw the way that mongrel looked at you, you’re his boy and that's clearer than any mountain river” he scoffed, finger moving from the side of the gun to rest on the trigger.  

You closed your eyes, praying in your head, but not to any god. No, your prayers were aiming for Simon's rescue, praying that he would somehow know you were in trouble and come rescue you from it. 

Simon sat astride his horse on a dusty ridge, watching the moon rise silver over the desert wastes. A half-smoked cigarette dangled idly from his lips; he’d been nursing the same thoughts over and over since dusk fell heavy as a shroud across the badlands.  

 Thoughts of you.  

Somewhere deep in his gut, an uneasy feeling roiled. Like an invisible string tugging at his soul, trying to tug him back the way he came. Simon growled low in his throat, frustrated with his own foolish longings. You’d made your stance clear – this life wasn’t for you, not truly. And he had no right to ask you to join him.  

And yet... 

A crack suddenly split the still night air. So faint and far that any lesser man may have missed it entirely, but not Simon.  

In an instant he was vaulting onto his horse’s back, boots pounding twin paths in the dirt as they flew towards the distant lights of your little town. Another shot rang out, louder now, and Simon’s blood turned to ice in his veins.  

He knew that sound – deep in his bones he knew something was horribly wrong.  

Choking the reins in a near stranglehold, Simon rode as if all the demons of hell were nipping at his horse’s hooves. Towards you. Towards salvation or damnation, he did not know. But by God, no son of a bitch was gonna harm one hair on your head if he could still help it.  

Help was coming- you just had to hold on.  

The man fired the gun, a sharp sting hitting your side before it blossomed into agonizing pain. You let out a pained cry, one hand instinctively going to land on your wound while the other covered your mouth to muffle your sobs. Your hand was soon coated in dark crimson, entire body shaking with adrenaline as the man cocked the gun once more.  

“Was gonna just end you, but I figured I should make this painful the same way he did. Should fill you with so many bullets he won’t be able to recognize you” he hissed, aiming the gun at your other side.  

Simon was little more than a blur of dust and primal fury as he crashed through the remains of your splintered front door. For a split second, time seemed to freeze – taking in the scene with a single, piercing gaze.  

You,curled onto the bed clutching a bloody wound. And him. That snake. Gun pressed sickeningly against your body as he spewed his venomous threats. With an almost guttural roar, Simon’s Colt leapt into his hand like it was part of his very being. Two blooming shots rang as one; his aim was true as bible scripture.  

The intruder pitched backwards, scarlets blossoms exploding from where his eyes once were. He was dead before he hit the floor.  

But Simon saw none of it. Already he was at your side, tatty serape ripped and pressed desperately against your weeping injury. Brown eyes wild and scared met your own, and for a moment the steely outlaw facade slipped entirely.  

“Darlin’...” he choked, voice thick. “Talk to me, baby. Stay with me now, ya hear?” Working frantically to stem the flood, Simon tangled scarred fingers gently through your hair, anchoring you to this world with his touch alone. 

“That’s it…keep breathin’, just keep breathin’” His voice dissolved into ragged prayers mere ghosts could hear. Help was still minutes away - but for now, you had Ghost. And he’d be damned before he let the reaper take you from him. 

You were sobbing, your brain mangled with confusion and fear as the adrenaline ran out and the full pain of the bullet lodged in your abdomen had you reeling, 

Red painted everything around you, hands, clothes, and sheets underneath you drenched in it. 

“Simon-” you rasped, breathing labored as you looked around with wide eyes at the gruesome scene in front of you. It was too much, you could feel your head going light- brain fuzzy and ears ringing as you fought not to close your eyes. 

“It hurts” you choked, trying to shove his hand away from where he was pressing down on the wound to stop the torrent of blood flowing out. “Simon I cant-” you said, throat raw from the sobs that came out. 

You wanted so badly to stay with him, to be able to wake up tomorrow with him, but you didn’t know if you’d get that with the way you felt your strength leave your body.

“It hurts- it hurts” You were almost begging, for what you didn’t know. You just wanted the pain to go away. 

You were terrified- not ready to die yet, and especially not like this, not when you had so much left to do. The thought alone sent a new set of tears streaming down your face, hand shaking- clutching the bleeding wound on top of Simon’s own to try and ebb the pain that burrowed deep in your skin. 

Simon felt his world crumbling as your agonized crimes tore through him, sharper than any bullet ever could. Seeing you in such anguish ripped open a fissure in his battered heart, letting the demons of his deepest guilt and self-loathing spill forth in a torrent. 

“I know, baby, I know it hurts…” he choked, pressing you close as if trying in vain to absorb your pain into himself. His own broad shoulders shook with ghosts of rage and grief, tears cutting rivulets through the dirt caked on his cheeks. 

Goddamn it all, he should’ve been here. Should have followed his instincts and never left your side. Now it may be too late to hope for forgiveness, your blood staining his hands a brand of failure he could never outrun. 

“Please, darlin’, please hold on…’ Simon begged, voice breaking as he spoke. His bandana was wrung out and useless now - in desperation he moved to cradle you fully, applying trembling pressure with his bare hands and what remained of his coat. 

Distantly he heard the clatter of the approaching horses, but paid them no heed. You were fading, slipping away before his eyes, and all the strength and guns in the world couldn’t stop it. 

“Don’t ye leave me now…I can’t do this world without ya…” A broken whisper, barely audible above the thunder in his ears. Simon pressed his forehead to yours, sharing the same ragged breaths, two souls more tangled than any root or vine. Hanging on a blade’s edge against the dark. 

You stared up into Simon's eyes, eyebrows cinched in pain and eyes soaked with fear. 

“I don’t wanna die, Simon” you whispered, voice shaky as you clung to him - like he alone could save you from this fate. 

You could feel your heartbeat slowing, breathing ragged as you gasped for air that just wouldn’t enter your lungs….

Soon enough the doctor burst into the room, medical kit in hand as he came barreling over to you. He very carefully took you out of Simon’s arm with some convincing, to lay you back on the bed before he opened up his kit. 

He handed you a flask filled with whiskey “You’re gonna want to drink this - it’ll help ease the pain” He said. 

With shaky hands you drank the bottle, a scream ripping from your lungs as the man began to carefully dig into the wound, grabbing hold of the bullet with sterile tweezers before carefully pulling it free. 

With practiced care he cleaned the wound, a harsh whimper leaving your lips at the sting of pain before the wound was stitched up and bandaged. 

You were shaking, sobbing so hard your throat was raw and your lungs burned - the pain was unbearable and a large part of you wished you could just die to get away from it. 

The doctor had you drink another flask, the alcohol numbing the pain receptors in your brain just enough to allow you to fall into a light sleep. 

Simon sat vigil at your bedside through what felt like hours, not letting go of your limp hand once. Your cries of pain echoing loud and endlessly in his mind, driving spikes of pure anguish deep into his soul.

He watched in heavy silence as the doctor worked, breath caught tight in his chest, hardly daring to hope. But then - your ragged breaths evened out, color returning sluggishly to waxen cheeks. Alive. You were alive. 

It was nearly two hours later when the man was done, wiping his hands on a rag as he stood up on shaky legs. 

“He’s stable” The doctor said simply

Choking back sobs of relief, Simon buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of gratitude-laced kisses amongst salty tears. “That’s it, darlin’...you fight. Got too much left to do in this world.” he’d whisper to you, voice so soft only you could hear

 “Most important thing now is cleaning that wound twice a day lest it get infected. If it does…” The doctor ordered, his words trialing off though his intentions were clear. He put down a set of bandages and cleaning solution on the nightstand for Simon’s use. 

“It’ll take a long time to heal, I reckon” The doctor said “but my work is done here, y’all know where to reach me should he take a turn for the worst” He said, tilting his hat to Simon before he gathered his tools and headed out of the shabby cabin. 

Simon took the doctor's words as gospel, nodding along to every word before the man left. He spent the next few hours cleaning up the mess that was now your little home. He dragged the body out back to deal with fully in the morning, cleaned your sheets and changed you into new clothes, boarded up the broken window, and finished by fixing the door that he had come barging through. 

His own hands were gentle as churches doing their appointed duty, cleansing and dressing the angry wound each time without fail. Whatever it took to coax your stubborn spirit back to the land of the living. 

Days bled into each other without notice. All that mattered to him now was you. And slowly, so slowly - full color seeped back, fever broke its hold. Eyes fluttered open to meet his own once more, full of pain but oh-so-blessedly alive. 

“Hey there, sunshine…” Simon whispered hoarsely, like a parched man dying of thirst at an oasis. Finally, finally, he allowed himself the ghost of a weary smile. 

You were going to be alright. And by God, he’d spend his last days making sure of it. 

You slowly sat up, a soft whine leaving your lips with the movements as you aggravated the still raw wound. “Simon” you mumbled as you held his hand, reaching over to take a swig of the whiskey on the nightstand to ease the searing pain. 

You rested your head back against the pillows with a soft sigh. It had been a few days now, and the pain was still a dull yet constant ache in your side. 

You took the sight around you in, everything was clean and neat including your bedding and clothes. Even the floor had been mopped, the only reminders of your near death being the hole in your side. 

“Simon you did all this?” You asked simply, eyes wide as you gazed up at him. 

Simon huffed a soft, weary laugh at your question, gently squeezing your hand just to make sure you were really here and he wasn’t hallucinating. 

“Course I did, darlin’. Weren’t about to let ya recover in filth,” He replied gruffly. Truth be told, tending to your every need had been the other thing keeping his demons at bay these long days and nights. 

Keeping busy spared him time to think - and thinking led down paths too bleak to tread. Like how terrifyingly close he’d come to losing you forever.

Holding your gaze with quiet intent, Simon softly brushed calloused knuckles along your cheek “Reckon it’s about time i started pullin’ my weight ‘round here proper. Ain’t no safe place for ya out here alone” A question lingered in the subtle quirk of his brow, the hopeful yet wary gleam in tired eyes. After all that had passed between you both, was there still room for him at your side? A Ghost finally ready to lay his soul to rest, if you’d have him. 

You could only hum softly at his words, sleep still filled in your bones. You didn’t answer him, instead you patted the empty side of the bed “Come sleep next to me, Si. You need the sleep” You said, your words a silent confirmation that you still wanted him. 

Simon gave a soft grunt of approval, too weary in body and soul to do anything but obey your gentle prompting. Careful not to jostle your healing injury, he stretched his long limbs out beside you with a satisfied sigh. 

It felt strange but right, sharing your space in such an intimate way after so long living apart. Like the final piece of a puzzle slipped neatly into place. 

Turning his head, Simon watched you watch him through half-lidded eyes, drinking in every beloved feature as if to confirm this wasn’t some whiskey-fueled dream. Reaching out, he lightly touched the graceful curve of your cheek before letting his hand come to rest against the steady rise and fall of your chest. 

“Sweetest sound there is,” he murmured, voice sleep-roughed and thick with meaning. A tousled head tucked itself beneath your chin with a contented sigh, tension seeping from tense muscles. 

Come what may with the light of dawn, for now all was peaceful. You were alive, you were safe. And against all odds, Simon had finally come home to roost. 

You held him close in your arms, gentle fingers carding through thick hair as you let his head rest against your now steady heartbeat. He needed the comfort, you could tell, and you were more than happy to give it to him. 

“Rest now, Si. I'm not going anywhere. Can’t get rid of me that easy” You assured, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. 

It was a funny thing, holding such a toughened man in your arms, keeping him close and coddled despite the almost laughable size difference. 

SImon made a low sound of gratitude at your soft reassurance, melting bonelessly into your gentle embrace. Your gentle fingers winding through his hair brought forth a wave of lethargy he’d fought to stave off this long week past. But no more - here in your arms, he was finally allowed to let his guard down. 

It still struck him sometimes how two souls so disparate could fit together so seamlessly. But you’d always had a way of easing even his most ragged edges, soothing demons he thought long beyond taming. Lithe as you were in your current state, your strength ran deeper than any show of force ever could - and he found solace there like nowhere else. 

“Missed this…” he mumbled, so soft it was barely audible even in the stillness enclosing your little world. One arm curled protectively around your middle, thumb brushing idle patterns against the slowly healing wound beneath the bandages. 

A prayer of thanks on parched lips, Simon let weary eyes slide shut. Sleep rose like a gentle tide, carrying him off to oblivion sheltered in the piece of heaven he’d begun to call home. You’d brought him back from the brink of darkness once more, anchor in the storm. And for that, he was eternally grateful. 

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thunder and lightning.

in which, you and jude broke up after a long relationship and you perform the song you wrote for him, in front of him at the ballon d’or ceremony.

jude bellingham x singer!reader.

fc: madison beer.

note: please read this and listen to "thunder and lightning" by serayah. / might turn this into a small serie 🤭

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y/n: my most precious and raw song "thunder and lightning" is now yours 🤍 now it’s time to grow and move on.

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you were standing in the middle of this big stage. in front of these important people, some of them used to be people you’d hang out with. but breaking up with jude meant saying goodbye to them too, even if it was hard since you made good friendships thanks to your ex. it was too hard to keep contact with them without jude haunting your thoughts, and they understood that. your break up with jude occured a few months ago now, and you thought you were doing better, but being on this stage, about to perform the song you wrote in one hour, the day he broke up with you, sent shivers all over your body. and you even considered running away.

but you were stronger than before, you worked hard on this song and you needed jude to hear it. you looked absolutely stunning in this dress, you tried to put a smile on your face but only pain and anxiety could be seen. you saw all these people looking at you, some with adoration, others with envy and some with sadness because they knew how hurt you were. thunder and lightning started and you closed your eyes before taking a deep breath. you got this.

"can't you look at me and see that i love ya? and i’d do anything for ya?" you began, looking at the crowd but your eyes immediately found his. you almost stutter on the lyrics but immediately closed your eyes to refocus. his eyes were glowing and his face was torn with concern and almost regret. ha, too late for that boy. "and i’ll do anything for ya, climb up mount everest without a rope, dive into the bermuda without a boat." because it was true, you could do anything for this boy, anything and everything without thinking it twice. you loved him with your whole soul, it was insane. you could’ve quit music if he asked, and that without a second thought because that’s how loyal and in love you were.

"like thunder and lightning, we were meant to be, wrapped up inside your arms, that's right where i belong." you hit the hook with more vulnerability in your voice, it resonated in the whole room and inside people’s heart. you knew some people in the audience would relate to your situation, girlfriends of footballers who suffered the disrespect of their partner. or even footballers themselves having their heart broken by women who never actually loved them. this song wasn’t just about you and jude, it was about this feeling of despair when you see the person you love, leaving you heartbroken and alone. you saw some old friends bobbing their heads to your song and even sending smiles and thumbs ups to you.

you soon end the song, for a minute the room is frozen in silence, no one moves. and the one to break the ice was jude, he got up and clapped you like no one ever clapped for you. soon enough the whole room followed, giving you a standing ovation. you felt your eyes getting watery as you locked eyes with jude, his expression was unreadable. you were the one to break the eye contact as you bowed to the audience and blowed a kiss to the camera. you left the stage and almost ran backstage to let the tears you kept inside since the beginning of the performance, run down your cheeks. you let yourself fall to the ground, your agent and friend hugged you from behind and kissed the top of your head. "let’s go home now." you whispered between a sob.

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judebellingham: such an honour to win these trophies. making my parents proud and being a good role model for my brother has always been my top priority, thank you for the support and thank you for always being by my side.

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fan1: CONGRATS KING

fan2: deserved so much more but i’m so happy for him

fan3: making the parents proud >>

fan4: the fact that y/n was there too and probably congratulated him :(

fan5: lmao nah she probably left after the performance, she hates his ass now

fan6: as she should tbh

fan7: y/n deserved way better

vinijr: 🔥🔥🔥

philfoden: congrats mate! keep shinning 💪🏼

fan8: i’m a huge fan but you should be held accountable for how you treated y/n

fan9: DON’T LISTEN TO THE HATERS KING

fan10: the future of football is right there

fan11: keep showing them who’s the boss jude!

fan12: he looked so good tho 🥴

fan13: finally a stylist who does him justice

deuxmoi: hm, being a good role model right? then care to explain why a little bird came to us with receipts about the night she had with you, while you were dating y/n?

fan14: WTF

fan15: WTFFFABSKSKSLDDD WHAT IS THIS

fan16: nah they must be lying jude would NEVER cheat

fan17: deuxmoi isn’t even a reliable source!

fan18: yeah but apparently they got receipts so…

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y/n just posted a story!

caption: couldn’t relate more.

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midnight rain | gr63

"chasing that fame, he stayed the same, all of me changed like midnight"

summary: what happens when he decides his career will always be more important than their relationship?

warning: angst, overall just sad, heartbreak, breakup, swearing, mentions of mental health struggles, mentions of hate from fans and media, lowkey toxic George, the beginning of the story takes place at the end of 2021 when George was announced as the new Mercedes driver, happy-ish ending

pairing: george russell x reader

word count: 3.1k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts not only by the reader but also by other people.

well... this story REALLY wanted to be posted, iykyk 🤠 hope the wait was worth it and you enjoy the FINAL version of this story! haha

masterlist

Rain

Life as we know it is made of cycles.

A conversation started with a hello ends with a goodbye. The beautiful birth ends in a painful death. An open door eventually closes. A sunrise in the morning ends in a sunset at the end of the day. Light always ends in darkness.

And love is very similar to this philosophy of nature.

Like the long-awaited magnificent spring flowers, it is born out of nowhere, giving a new colour and a completely new meaning to our lives. It symbolizes a fresh start, a new chance. With it comes enthusiasm, warmth, eagerness. You wake up in the morning happier, looking forward to facing the day ahead. Everything looks better, more colourful, happier.

Spring was in fact beginning when Y/N met George.

She could still remember the 16-year-old boy at the back of the classroom, constantly lost in thought as he stared out the window. His eyes were on the pink blossoms beginning to bloom on the long branches of the old tree in the high school garden. The girl found herself thinking "Why does he look out there so much?" and hence her curiosity arose. She wanted, no, she needed to meet the quiet guy in the class.

She remembered it all too well, and she was convinced that she would never be able to forget it.

She would never be able to forget how no one made her laugh as he did. How his hand fit hers as if they were made for each other. How the scent of his perfume made her heart beat faster.

Young Y/N didn't know if soul mates were true, or a myth created by hopeless romantics. But of one thing she was sure: if anyone was hers, it was George Russell.

Two halves of the same heart made to unite, two souls destined to meet in this life and all the ones to come, two bodies attached by an invisible thread.

However, every spring inevitably leads to cold, harsh winters. Blue skies are replaced by dark clouds. The sun rays by thunder. The flowers by snow. The colour by grey.

Again, love always follows nature's trend and, as time goes by, it too inevitably leads to rain.

He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride, I was making my own name

Chasing that fame, he stayed the same

All of me changed like midnight

Years passed and with them went birthdays, anniversaries, Christmases, New Years, family gatherings and vacations. 

With them went births and funerals, laughter and tears, fights and reconciliations.

But although the wind changed with the seasons, one thing that always stayed the same was the passionate way that Y/N unconditionally supported her partner.

Seven years later, the young woman screamed his name from the audience with the same intensity as when she saw him win the first time in Formula 3. Her heart seemed to jump out of her chest with the same anticipation as when she saw him become a Formula 2 champion.

It didn't really matter to her whether he was racing karts or Formula 1 cars, as long as he was happy and fulfilled, and although his world brought cages and fences with it, she never felt so free as when she had him by her side.

Everything suddenly seemed to change with the announcement of George's new contract at reigning champions Mercedes.

With the career opportunity of a lifetime came happiness, gratitude, finally the reward for all the effort not only by him but by everyone who was part of his support system.

But on the other hand, what for some was paradise... for others has become a torturous hell on earth.

All of a sudden, all eyes were on the Brit. All the media wrote about the talented star who was to succeed seven-time champion, Lewis Hamilton. All the attention was on him, and so was all the pressure.

And to be perfectly blunt, George lived for it. The fame, the luxury, the focus on him, it was everything he ever dreamed of. 

He lived for the flashes, for the applause, for the screams of the fans. 

The lights that seemed to blind Y/N were swiftly becoming the cause of the driver's tunnel vision.

My town was a wasteland

Full of cages, full of fences

Pageant queens and big pretenders

But for some, it was paradise

In the midst of all the chaos, the same eyes that put the driver on a pedestal were the ones that threw knives at the innocent girl for simply... Existing.

In the blink of an eye, and with her boyfriend's last season in the Williams team now wrapping up, all of the young woman's movements started to be carefully studied, millimetre by millimetre.

How dare she be so happy and smiling ear to ear when he just finish the race dead last.

Look at that frown on her face when her boyfriend scored points in a weak car like that.

She looks so annoyed to be there, so ungrateful.

She has a millionaire boyfriend and yet she doesn't have the money to hire a decent stylist.

My boy was a montage

A slow-motion, love potion

Jumping off things in the ocean

I broke his heart 'cause he was nice

He was sunshine, I was midnight rain

Everything was a critique. Because she did something, or because she didn't. Because she said this, or because she didn't say that. Because she used a white that was too white, or because she used a black that was too black.

George Russell was a montage, and she was just an accidental stain beside him ruining the perfect picture.

But she tried. 

For him, she tried to be the bride people wanted for him. And nothing hurts more than trying your absolute best and still not being good enough.

George's focus was solely on making his own name in the world of motorsports and Y/N ended up forgotten and overlooked by the man while she was facing a world of hate alone.

He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride, I was making my own name

Chasing that fame, he stayed the same

All of me changed like midnight

Suddenly two halves that once made a whole became two pieces of a puzzle that didn't fit together.

She was sunshine, he was midnight rain.

Y/N was sitting on her couch, just like every night. Propped up on her beige pillows, the young woman followed her daily routine of masochism and scrolled through screens and screens of comments about her, mentally taking notes of what could be improved.

She shouldn't do it, and she knew it herself, but the desire for approval and validation from others was more important to her than keeping her heart intact.

The unexpected sound of her doorbell woke her back to the real world and the girl was immediately confused, as she wasn't expecting anyone at that time of night.

The only company she wanted at that moment was the thunder that lit up the living room every couple of minutes.

The woman got up, putting her hands comfortably in the pockets of her sweater, and walked towards the entrance of her apartment. She looked through the silver peephole and a wave of panic ran through her entire body.

Fuck me, the team party.

Amid all the stress, Y/N completely forgot about the invitation until now she saw her boyfriend, in a full suit, standing there looking at the expensive watch on his wrist, indicating that she was fighting a ticking time bomb.

When she opened the door, George let himself in without even looking at her.

"So? We're already late." The man questioned, still with his vision glued to the counted minutes, while Y/N froze in her place, in her pyjamas, not knowing what to say.

"Why aren't you ready?" Russell questioned, confused and slightly upset with the girl. "It's almost midnight."

"Sorry my love, I completely forgot" Y/N answered sincerely, approaching her partner and placing a tender kiss on his cheek.

"How? I told you multiple times." The boy spoke angrily, releasing a frustrated sigh. "Come on. Go get ready quickly so we can get out of here. We're already going to be the last ones to arrive. Good job, Y/N." The irony escaped his tongue.

Although the guilt was already consuming her insides, the emotional exhaustion associated with the team only made her want to stay home more. She didn't have the energy to socialize, to make small talk, to keep up the shiny appearances.

"I don't feel like going, to be honest." The woman confessed, exhausted, crossing her arms in front of her chest defensively.

It came like a postcard

Picture perfect shiny family

Holiday peppermint candy

But for him, it's every day

"You never fucking do." His voice rose in pitch as he brought his hand to her hair, tugging at it, irritated with his girlfriend. "It's excuse after excuse. You never stop to think this shit is important to me and my career."

The words that escaped his mouth fell on the young woman like a bucket of cold water and, like the deafening lightning outside, the darkness charged through her and consumed her utterly.

There was no turning back.

"You must be fucking kidding me. This has to be a joke." She laughed humourless, in disbelief. "I'm the one who doesn't care. Me."

"What the fuck are you trying to say?" His eyes landed on her, sharp as knives. "Come on, say what you want to say. You started it, now you better finish it."

"What I mean is, I'm done with this picture perfect act. I'm tired of doing everything for you and getting nothing in return other than scorn, indifference, cold words." The girl screamed, releasing the feelings she had hidden for so long. "I never demand anything from you, I do what you ask me to do, I go where you want me to go, I act how I should act."

Y/N felt tears form in her eyes as she continued her rant. "All of that and what do I get in return? Nothing. Not even a single thank you. It's like you don't even care about me at all." A sob escaped the girl.

"Don't be dramatic, Y/N. For God's sake." George shook his head, completely dismissing his longtime partner's admissions.

"See?" A sob escaped the girl, now shattered and heartbroken. "It's all about you. I have zero value in this relationship. What are we even doing in it if you only care about your fucking self and Mercedes and Formula 1? I'm nobody in your life. You don't have space for me in your life anymore."

The driver looked dumbfounded at the girl in pyjamas while trying to understand what he was feeling in the face of her accusations.

Ignoring the time and the party that awaited him, George turned his back on his girlfriend, leaving her alone to cry sitting on the edge of her sofa, and went to her balcony, closing the glass door and creating a physical barrier between them.

How did things go so wrong all of a sudden?

Neither of them understood how such a warm, sunny love story could lead to the beginning of such a cold, rainy end.

So I peered through a window

A deep portal, time travel

All the love we unravel

And the life I gave away

'Cause he was sunshine, I was midnight rain

Putting some distance between them at that moment was undoubtedly the only viable option to avoid ruining everything. Although the future of the two was uncertain, both would rather die than tarnish the past that they shared over the years.

One minute became five, five became ten, and ten became twenty. 

In her anticipation, the sound of the clock hands seemed even louder than the thunderstorm on the other side of the window to Y/N.

Eventually, George returned to the living room, with his jacket now over his arm and a few drops of rain running down his forehead, resembling the tears that now also fell from his sad eyes.

Without breaking the deafening silence between them, the boy moved to the sofa and took his place next to the trembling girl, not a word escaping both of their mouths.

They were both afraid, but they knew what inevitably had to happen.

"This isn't working anymore, Y/N." George was the first to speak, sighing. "This is not healthy for either of us."

The young woman's head and heart battled within her.

On one hand, she knew; she knew it was right and she agreed that it would be better to end it there than to ruin something that until then had been wonderful, even with its challenges.

But her heart…the poor thing wasn't willing to give up the one person who she believed to be the love of her life.

The girl stood up abruptly, making Russell's neck turn towards her, caught by surprise. "No, no, it can't be. I'll just go get dressed and we will go to the party and everything will be fi-."

"Y/N." The man got up and grabbed her hands, keeping her at arm's length. "This. Us. It's hopeless. It's for the best."

"You can't do this to me." The girl screamed, full-on crying and sobbing now, in complete denial. "You can't, you just can't. Not after all the life I gave away for you. You can't, George."

He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride, I was making my own name

Chasing that fame, he stayed the same

All of me changed like midnight

She couldn't help but think of all the sacrifices she'd made for him, for his success even against her own well-being.

All the long flights she took to the other end of the world to support him no matter what place he ended up in. All the plans she cancelled to attend his celebrations, galas and dinners. All the mental health she put at risk. And now…she was alone, with nothing, no future, no hopes, no goals, no dreams.

She simply couldn't imagine a world where her future didn't involve him.

"This can't be the end…" She whispered, letting her inner thoughts escape.

George let his forehead rest against hers, savouring what they both knew were their last moments.

"I'm sorry for everything, love, I really am. You deserve so much more than this. But we want different things in our lives now, one of us would've ended up unhappy and resentful for having to be the one sacrificing everything."

The girl's silence was more than an answer for George, understanding that she agreed with him, even though both hearts felt like they were being ripped out of their chests at that moment.

The driver lifted his head until his lips reached the top of her head, where he placed a lingering, heartfelt kiss. His eyes closed tightly, trying to prevent more tears from spilling at the sound of the small girl's cries.

George broke away from the girl and, after letting his eyes study her image one last time, he walked to the apartment door and just left, not looking back once.

He knew that if he did he would never be able to make the right thing and let their beautiful story end there.

He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride, I was making my own name

Chasing that fame, he stayed the same

All of me changed like midnight

How to move on when the person you love leaves? Time.

And like the seasons, time moves on.

You learn to get out of bed again in the morning. Getting dressed to go to your family. Gaining motivation to get on the bus and go to work. Accepting invitations to have a drink or go out with friends, even when you want nothing but to stay in bed crying, eating some ice cream.

You don't feel whole all of a sudden, you might still feel like a part of you is missing but you learn to feel... okay.

Time moved forward, and Y/N slowly began to regain her happiness, now depending on no one but her.

Her life went on and she got just what she wanted: anonymity, peace, comfort.

After a year, she never thought of him daily like she used to.

Except when she turned on the TV in her hotel room, after returning from a girls' night in Cancun, and she saw him.

On top of the podium, the driver had finally accomplished his dream of winning a Grand Prix Prix for Mercedes and, with that, add his name in Formula 1's history.

She couldn't help thinking about the "what if"s.

While she would never be able to admit it to another soul, she couldn't help but think about how much she still hoped he was the one.

I guess sometimes we all get

Just what we wanted, just what we wanted

And he never thinks of me

Except for when I'm on TV

Whether haunted by the memories of them or the happiness she could only feel with him by her side, Y/N would survive the heartbreak, and she knew it.

Of course, she still loved him and she believed there would never be a day when she didn't.

But the beautiful thing about love is that you can love someone and want all the success in the world for them… and still go on without them.

What cold, dark, sad winter it was.

But spring always finds a way to come back.

I guess sometimes we all get

Some kind of haunted, some kind of haunted

And I never think of him

Except on midnights like this

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[siremasterlawrence]

The Hypno-Tech’s Spell Part 1

Part 1

The passionate and very surreal power of Hypno-techno Wizard using his magic wand of his to cause a storm of unknown and true legendary power.Captain America and Bucky Barnes stares up and down the pathway of the upper way chambers of the building and overlooks the entire scene.

Something is off though as he takes a nose dive from the roof top descending into a craze of the crowd shouting at the top of their lungs.He tucks his feet into a cannon ball form to the ground with a superhero landing into a backflip and he tumbles down the road then lands happily.

He removes his shield as the fiery level of a storm brewing in the fog begins to spiral into the air the thunder crackles and lightening is striking. The flags shield is harshly thrown hard into the nearest wall hitting it ricocheting back and forth as Captain America lands catches it.

The man walks up to him without even half of a second like thought with the wave of his wand he points at him the flow of a cloud of smoke. The air flows around like a vent covering up the surrounding area, Captain America is a legendary hero with his shield he looks to attack.

The smoke lifts spinning into a curling ball like position it enters his nose leaving him hazed, intoxicating, and he falls backwards to the ground. His eyes roll back into the socket pure white as the pupils become clear before his eye lashes flip up and the lids close immediately following through.

The smirk pummels Captain Americas brain encircling him the cloudy smoke completely consumes him as his body lays limp and helpless. Captain wakes up in the middle of the haze of his mind he is at lost unaware of what is going around fans he is unsure of how he gets out.

Meanwhile! Outside of his mind the younger man knelt next to him placing his hand onto Steve’s face rubbing it slowly Steve’s mouth spread. A smile spreading fully with his tongue is red wagging from his mount spittle trickling all that is onto his chin and he can’t find any moment to fight back.

The man’s hand traces down to his lower patch of the pants playing with his cock without entering his pants Steve moans, swoons, and his cock grow stiff. Erstwhile! Inside of his head the man stood tall above Steve’s kneel position cupping his chin the fog grows eradicating his nerves as he surrenders.

“Captain…Captain…Captain America “

“Who is this? Are you that Tech Wizard”

“Does it matter? You are mine”

“Hell no! I am in charge”

“Is that what you think? You are so cocky”

“I am in awe of the nerve of you”

“Ever the boyscout”

“You seem to have issue with that “

“Oh Captain! You are so weak now”

“Uuuuhhhh! No…dare you “

“You can’t even think straight”

“Blastard”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“You really are the star spangled man”

“Get off of me”

“Why should I do as you ask?”

“You are evil”

“I am everything and everyone “

“I can see that “

“Yes Master”

“It feels so good to embrace it”

“I love you Steve “

“I love you too Master”

“How can I please you ?”

“Rise to your feet”

“Kiss me “

“I mean like this is be end all”

“Wrap your arms on my waist”

“Yank me forward “

“Work for it “

“Oh Master”

“My God”

“I crave you “

“Hey Buck! Are you looking for me?”

“Steve is that you?”

“Of course “

“Who is this?”

“My Master”

“You will join us”

“Fuck no”

“Wake up Steve!”

“You have one choice Buck”

“Excuse me!”

“No other options”

“I am your lord and master”

“Accept me!”

“Be his Bucky”

“He is your Master”

“Nnnnooooo!”

“Will do this the hard way “

“You want to fight Steve.”

“Pin him down “

“Yes Master”

“Let me go”

“Steve”

“Watch my wand”

“Release….”

“Hahaha”

“Zip it”

“Good boi!”

“Steve”

“Yes Master”

“Remove his clothes “

“With pleasure”

“Mmmmmm”

“Fuck Sire”

“This body is firm”

“Buck you are adjusting to my reality “

“Yyyyyeeeessss!”

“You love me”

“You crave me”

“You serve me”

“You are my soldier “

“My protector “

“My everything”

“Yes Master”

“Kneel and swear your allegiance’s”

“I give you my mind body and heart and soul “

“I live for you “

“Accept my service “

“Excellent! Follow me to the map and let me show you my plan. The Winter Soldier activated for me to serve me and complete the mission.”

Part 2

Steve Rogers is on the hunt tightly wound up in a jet flying above Gotham City provided by himself as he stoled it from Tony Starks airbase. He slips the door to the side packing his jet pack on before taking a leap off of the jets bow and descending down head first as he does a somersault.

He lands with a perfect ten onto the roof in a super hero fashion because he wants to truly impress me with his moves but all I care about is the mission He rolls to the glass ceiling smashing all of the glass as it shatters on the glass doing a super landing into Wayne Tech’s roof top tier lab.

The laboratory is spectacularly clean, shiny and everything I could expect from the video feed I implanted in his mask but I am alerted to sound erupting as he opens the door. He throws his shield head on hitting on the wall it takes a dive smashing a shadowy like figure on the head as he goes down into the wall.

It is Doctor Langstrom the Man Bat clearly he is cured of the curse but now he works for me triggering the alarm as I can see a figure fly throw the sky. The Batman descends from the sky with his cape flying in the air and with one punch he hits him knocking him to the floor he sets my trap.

The whirlwind of drama is unleashing onto him the walls begin to break with steel like trap doors dropping down to the floor of the room. Batman is now entrapped forever to my will as Steve and Bucky step into the light of it all.

The room is bold glowing with bright white lights covering the space blocking and he is totally blinded by his own fall to submission at my feet. He follow them stopping in the center of the room my power is felt here and throughout because simply my power is inescapable.

Erstwhile! In the building across the street Nightwing, Red Hood and Robin watch as they are ready to attack them head on right before they can move a loud tick goes off once more and the ticking stops as the building blows up in a sea of fire they are stunned The Batman is dead they rage with anger.

Walking through the fire all three of us look so amazing blazing a trail as they use the batarangs to fly away in the sky landing on to the grounds of the city they come face to face with me ready to fight but their extreme and dangerous weapons are a go to beat the will our of me.

I giggle a bit holding hand outward telling them to stop holding them in place my magic device is now in control of all three of them my wand pops in my hand with my two soldiers attacking them the battlis brutal but it needs to be finished with the operation running on through the very early morning.

“Excuse me!”

“How on earth did you get here?”

“Not for you too worry about it”

“Look at me and face me”

“You are my property “

“Address me as Master Lawrence “

“Yes Master Lawrence “

“Will you serve me willingly?”

“A touch of my wand to your temple and you will submit.”

“I am at your mercy “

“Your God”

“Completely command me”

“Subdue your friends “

“Lovely”

“Before you do”

“Yes Master”

“Kiss me”

“Wrap your hands on me”

“Good boi”

“My god”

“I love you “

“Red Hood”

“Robin”

“Catch”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Woah”

“Aaaahhhh”

The end

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[sena-shi]

your name etched on my skin as I wait for all eternity (KazuScara + Tomo)

PART 1/3

Soulmate AU (angst with HE)

Summary: where your soulmate's name appears on your skin, but what if your soulmate doesn't have your name engraved on his skin?

Note: Kazuha's friend is called Tomo as always

“Kaedehara Kazuha…”

“Hm?” Ei hummed in surprise as her normally shy and quiet child murmured something. She stopped brushing his hair when she noticed Kunikuzushi tenderly caressing something on his chest.

“Mother…” Kunikuzushi whispered softly, turning around to look up at Ei, his eyes filled with innocence and curiosity as his fingertips gently glided over the name imprinted on his chest.

"What is it?" Ei responded, gently brushing the boy's bangs away from his eyes.

“Kazuha… Kazuha—”

“Kazuha?” Ei asked, puzzled.

She then moved her gaze to the area where her son appears to be touching something, gently gasping as she noticed the newly engraved name blazing brilliantly on her child's chest.

There on her child’s chest, small letters were engraved.

The name Kaedehara Kazuha, burning brightly in a shade of red.

“Oh, Kuni…” Ei sighed, taking Kunikuzushi into her embrace and gently patted his hair in a comforting manner.

“Mother, why are there letters on my chest?” Kunikuzushi asked politely, allowing himself to be embraced. Ei looked down at his son, who was probing the letters on his chest with innocent curiosity.

“It’s the name of your soulmate, my child.”

From the comfort of her mother's arms, Kunikuzushi glanced up slightly and cocked his head to the side, looking obviously troubled.

“Mother, are puppets even allowed to have soulmates?”

There was complete silence, and all they could hear was the sound of birds chirping outside.

“Of course— of course…” Ei responded with a tinge of doubt after some time. She has never encountered anything like this before, and she never even considered that one of her creations might have a soul mate.

Makoto, her twin, and the person she considered to be her soulmate, passed away. It would be an understatement to say that it caused so much pain. She felt that she also died and that her soul had been shattered into bits, but no one was there to help her pick the pieces back up again.

Grieving was difficult but coming to terms with the fact that she would spend the rest of her life without her soulmate was even more difficult and frustrating for her.

Therefore, she created a puppet. Something that will be with her for all of eternity as she slowly tries to raise herself back up.

Kunikuzushi smiled softly as he gently caressed his skin with his fingertips. A companion for life, doesn’t that sound very lovely?

When he says the name Kazuha, he gets butterflies in his stomach and feels like bursting with excitement. The name just felt so appropriate in his tongue.

“Mother…”

Ei felt both anxiety and relief when she watched his child smile at her with bright eyes.

“I think I feel happy… is that… is that how humans call it?” Kunikuzushi asked with some uncertainty, entirely oblivious to the conflicting emotions that his mother was experiencing.

“Yes… yes, it is.”

The thunderous throbbing in Ei's chest did not even slightly subside as she clutched the boy even tighter. She wants to spare her child from going through what she did in terms of pain, but how can she even have the heart to stop him from going after his soulmate?

Kunikuzushi is a child who is full of goodwill and wonder at the world around him. Her son has a restrained personality, but once he becomes interested in anything, he is like a moth drawn to a flame; he can't help but pursue it.

Ei took a deep breath, observing how determined her son appears to meet and see his soulmate. She realizes she can't keep him forever, especially because his child has a soulmate somewhere in this world. It is only a matter of time before they cross paths.

She wishes, however, that her son will have the happy ending that she desired for herself, rather than the bittersweet one that she has received.

“Well then Kuni, would you like to come with me?”

“It’s the shogun!”

They all bowed down to Ei as soon as they saw her, and at the same time, they were all wondering who was the boy that was clutching their archon's hand. But once they noticed the similarity, they immediately understood everything.

"To what ways may we assist the great and almighty shogun?"

Ei acknowledged their presence with a hum and a nod, then gestured for all of them to raise their heads.

“I suppose a long conversation will be needed.”

They all moved quickly to comply with their archon's requests, and Kunikuzushi was more than happy to follow them and listen to their conversation about a person named "Kaedehara Kazuha."

He felt anxious, pleased, worried, and excited all at the same time. He was created to be together with his creator for all eternity, but fate seems to have other plans for him.

Every being has their own soulmate, and him not having one before is a slap in the face that reminds him that he is simply a puppet.

Thus, when he felt something burning in his chest, he was scared because he thought that he was experiencing some kind of malfunction.

And when he found out from his mother that he had finally earned a soulmate, he felt a sense of relief.

"Kazuha— Kazuha— Kazuha—" Kunikuzushi muttered under his breath as he tightened his grip on his mother's hand, a little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he thought about how pleasant and comforting the name sounded.

But, just as fate unexpectedly decided to grant him a soulmate, it appears that fate has something more in store for him.

“We are sorry to inform you that we are not familiar with anyone by the name of Kaedehara Kazuha, nor do we have any record of him in our family tree.”

"How is that even possible? Or has a member of your clan left Inazuma?"

In response, they shook their heads. “Everyone carrying the name Kaedehara is gathered here as we speak, our almighty shogun. There is no one with the name Kazuha, not even our children or ancestors.”

“Please accept our apologies, almighty shogun.” They all bowed down before Ei in an act of shame, but Ei didn't seem to notice or care. The fact that Kunikuzushi's palm had become ice-cold and stiff was the thing that concerned her the most.

Thump — thump.

Why—? Why?

Kunikuzushi felt as if his non-existent heart had plunged to the lowest ground in the abyss, his heart aching in desperation.

He was excited before, so why is it different now?

Mother— mother— what is this feeling? I can’t move… everything feels so heavy.

It didn’t take long for Ei to notice that her son was feeling sadness by the way his head drooped low and his hand trembling in her hold.

Her heart broke as she witnessed her child's mental breakdown. Her worst nightmare seems to be coming true.

"Notify me if you come across somebody using that name," With those final words, she turned around and carefully led her child out of the house, wrapping an arm around his shaking form while raising her other hand to block everyone else from approaching any closer.

Ei accompanied her child with patience. Each step Kunikuzushi takes feels extremely challenging, as if his body were too heavy to even comply with his requests.

His cheeks feel a light breeze that seems to be providing some sort of solace.

“Mother, what is happening to m—”

Before he could even complete his sentence, Ei had already wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. His body immediately began to convulse into sobs that he had no idea his body was even capable of doing so. Large teardrops streamed down his cheeks, leaving stains on his clothing while Ei softly soothed the youngster while caressing his hair. 

Ei felt like crying as she listened to the boy whimper gently as he gasped for air and gave out noises of misery that broke her heart. It appeared as though she was seeing herself from her child when her twin perished.

“It’s alright, my Kuni.”

Kunikuzushi stifled a quaking sob as he clung to his mother for dear life, acting as though he would be sucked into the ground the moment he released his grip on her.

“Don’t lose hope, I will help you look for him.”

100 years have passed and there is still no man going by the name Kazuha— but the people of his clan decided to treat him like one of their own, and he even made a friend while waiting for his soulmate.

Niwa was a gentle person who treated Kunikuzushi as if he were his younger brother despite the fact that Kunikuzushi was older than him.

He even sought to assist him in his search for Kaedehara Kazuha in their spare time, to the point where it became a routine for them.

He was grateful for the time they had spent together, though he wished it had been "Kazuha" who had created those memories with him.

200 years— Kunikuzushi lost that friend due to old age, but he kept a promise that he would always look after his descendants.

300 years— He was beginning to show signs of becoming frustrated. It was beginning to feel like there was no hope for him, and he was becoming irritated and frightened. Something he had no idea he was capable of feeling, or that he could feel. It's likely that he's become too accustomed to interacting with humans, and as a result, he's beginning to act like one.

Throughout his life, he surrounded himself with humans, but eventually, they were all doomed to perish.

What if it's all simply a cruel joke played by fate?

What if the name that is written on his chest is completely made up? But somehow, he wants to wait more, maybe a little bit more.

He always has enough time to wait.

He doesn’t really mind waiting for all eternity.

Hundreds of years had passed, and he was still patiently waiting— how long had it been? 400? 500? He may be a puppet endowed with immortality, but that doesn't mean he doesn't get tired of waiting.

Every day, he wakes up with a deep aching in his chest, wanting for something, for someone, to fill the void.

Will he spend the rest of his days just waiting and waiting?

'Kazuha— Kazuha— how much longer must I wait for you? Are you waiting for me as well? Do you also need me as much as I need you?'

When Kunikuzushi returned to where his mother resides, he was met with the Sakoku Decree as well as the Vision Hunt Decree. Ever since he gained his mother's permission to search for his soulmate, he has been fully aware that she is already planning for it.

He walked quietly to Tenshukaku, his steps as light as the wind, and the shogunate soldiers didn't bother checking him because of the golden feather he wears to represent his relationship with the shogun.

He entered the doors, and the Raiden Shogun, another puppet used by his mother, acknowledged his presence, as though knowing of his arrival.

“Mother.”

The Raiden Shogun's face was expressionless as she looked at him.

"Kuni, have you decided to return?" The Raiden Shogun spoke up unexpectedly, although her tone is cheerful at the sight of him.

Kunikuzushi hummed in response, moving closer to the Raiden Shogun, who immediately hugged him lovingly.

“Is everything alright, mother?”

Ei sighed as the Raiden Shogun shook her head.

“I’ve found some information about Kaedehara Kazuha.”

“Resistance, huh…”

“Hm. Apparently, he is working together with the resistance.”

Kunikuzushi fiddled with his finger subconsciously, unsure if he should ask his mother whether he could go there or not.

Ei sighed deeply as she witnessed her son's habit. She not only acquired information on where Kaedehara Kazuha is staying, but she also received information about the boy's soulmate.

She couldn't bear it the first time she watched her child sob so intensely.

But now another challenge has been thrown in front of her child. The last thing Ei wants Kunikuzushi to experience is despair.

So how will he react when he discovers that the man named Kaedehara Kazuha has a soulmate named Tomo?

"Don't go," was all Ei could say.

"But mother," Kunikuzushi swallowed, something rising in his chest. "I've been waiting for him for almost 500 years— I want to see him— I want to meet him..."

"You've been waiting for him and seeking for him for almost 500 years," Ei said with a trace of fury, not for her child, but for herself. "But did he ever make even a single attempt to find you?"

The words that his mother had just spoken caused Kunikuzushi to pause and blink in response.

Was he — was he the only one making the effort for them to cross paths?

"Mother," he started saying, but Ei interrupted him right away.

"I'll give you one more chance," Ei murmured before kissing her child on the forehead. He doesn't want her child to be hurt, but she can't keep him in the dark while his soulmate has another soulmate he loves.

"But if you can't take it— return and don't leave anymore. Stay with me in Tenshukaku, and I will keep you safe."

Kunikuzushi was worried and confused, nodding absentmindedly in response to his mother's words.

What can't he stand? He's been waiting a long time, so why is his mother acting as if he won't be able to accept everything?

Is there something dreadful waiting for him at the resistance's base?

He left Tenshukaku with a muddled mind, still recovering from what his mother had spoken.

"Kazuha— Kazuha— Kazuha—" He tried saying, wanting to receive comfort whenever he speaks of his soulmate’s name, completely unaware of how his voice trembled.

The name, for some reason, does not bring him any comfort; instead, it makes his chest feel heavy. It almost feels like the same feeling he had experienced when he first cried back then.

What awaited him at the Resistance's base was completely unexpected.

Was this what his mother meant? How he wouldn't be able to take it?

His fingertips began scratching his chest, attempting to claw it out, rip his flesh, and pretend that the name Kaedehara Kazuha did not exist at all.

On top of a rock stood two soulmates, too close for his own liking.

His crimson streak on his hair resembles that of his old friend. He noticed a name on the samurai's wrist, even if it was only for a split second.

Tomo.

It's not Kunikuzushi, Kuni, or Kabukimono that he used to go around with.

And the man who is standing next to his soulmate.

He resents how he patted the samurai with the red streak hair on his hair, causing his sleeves to roll up.

Because there was a very recognizable letter engraved on his wrist that he also carries on his chest.

Kaedehara Kazuha.

"The vision quest decree is causing a lot of stress for everyone... but at least I have my soulmate beside me."

It hurts—

"I am truly fortunate to have you," Kazuha spoke to the other man, chuckling softly before blowing into the fallen leaf.

It hurts—

Mother, why am I feeling this way? Was this how you felt when you lost your soulmate?

He wants to scream, stab himself in the chest, or delude himself into thinking the name written on his chest was a mistake. That it was not supposed to be Kaedehara Kazuha.

That he was not supposed to wait hundreds of years for him.

That he was not meant to ever meet him.

That he was not supposed to get hurt at all!

Why give him a soulmate who already has another soulmate!?

Is this what he had hoped for after hundreds of years of waiting?

He sneered and scratched his chest until he bled. Why, after all, do puppets bleed? Why isn't he more like the Raiden Shogun? Incapable to feel emotions. Maybe if he were more like that puppet, he wouldn't be feeling this way.

“Kazuha—” He muttered under his breath. “Where can I fit inside your life?”

“I fucking hate you.”

"But I hate myself even more for wanting to keep waiting for you."

Kazuha blinked, , turning his head to gaze at the spot where he thought someone had just called his name.

"Is something wrong?"

"No," Kazuha answered, shaking his head.

"But I felt a tug in my heart somehow."

I was inspired to write this fanfiction to spread sadness after I maxed my artifact and it went to the HP substat ^_^

There will be three chapters. Well, I already finished everything but I'm too lazy to proofread so I decided to just divide it into three parts lmao

anyw kuni, stop crying who even told you to wait for kazu. oh right, I fukin did

TAGLIST: @yunareinhart

SOBBINGCRYJNG I JUST WANT CRIT DMG!

#kazuscara brainrot #kazuscara #scarakazu #genshin fanfic #genshin angst #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha #kunikuzushi #genshin scaramouche #genshin scara #kazuha x scaramouche #kazuha kaedehara #scarameow #genshin wanderer #if i'm sad then all of you should be sad too #soulmate au #happy ending #grab the lore and put it on a cheese grater

[court-jobi]

Can I ask about two things? Blue Mando-Paz Feels and The Touch Barrier? Feel free to only answer one! This is @newpathwrites btw.

Hekk yeah I'll answer both, @newpathwrites!!! Let's goooo~

The Touch Barrier | Ver. 1 under the cut

Ah my lovely fic headcanons with no real name... The Google Doc I have my drabbles about Paz Viszla are on just a funny sheet called quite literally Blue Mando Paz Feels. We had so little Paz content at the time I began writing these in 2019, but when I tell you my mind went wild...

Big blue boi Mando had my heart from the get go, and I quickly envisioned a nameless little OC (that I have yet to get onto paper). I paired him with a gentle soul who has a heart bigger than her head, and shakes the moment a gun is put into her hands-- but I think that brand of softness may be just what he needed in this harsh lonely world Mandalorians are so used to. He's big, he's blue, and it's cuffing season.. all I gotta say on that.

Now that I've seen more of Viszla in Season 3 I HAVE NEW SOURCE MATERIAL MUAHAHAHA but (ach-hem) I really do think the newest episodes helped me figure out his 'voice' so I might pick these little stories back up!

//psst my favorite of these is one where oc/reader's helping him clean up after a yucky, muggy recon mission, seeing him scrub himself really hard and she fusses over how rough he's being-even with himself. I go into how to care for your beskar, some Din Djarin rivalry-ish backstory, and how SWEET Paz can be when he's treated gently... Perhaps I'll flesh this one out if there's interest?

But also... my beloved:

I answered a bit on my different directions on The Touch Barrier here... But I imagine you'll be most interested in the first iteration of it, so here's a snippet!!

"Are we ok?"

The helmet straightened up, fixed to you again from its nervous evasion. "What?"

"You look like a caged lothcat right now.." you shared, unable to hold back a smile. "And here I thought we were on hugging terms~"

Inside the beskar suit, Mando’s neck flared with heat. And before he could silence himself,

"..we are?"

You hummed noncommittally- betraying your whole-hearted desire.

"I hoped so. At least I thought we might be, based on how you boarded the other day. Unless you didn't necessarily want me there. After all, I know you were kinda having a hard time staying upright."

Only then did Mando's beskar curves slide more naturally into place. No longer bolted to the wall but angled catty corner to you. 

He recalled the 'hug' referenced, but he also remembered how he'd cupped your head to him after you'd brought him up to the cockpit-- that one was for comfort. Not stability.

"I was. But that's not why I .."

–but before he fully finished his train of thought, the baby in the hold let out a frustrated garble of calls as a rolling ball clinked out of his reach. Each plunk echoed down the rungs until it rolled off to parts unknown. You snorted, wondering what on earth he was getting into up there.

"Gosh, that little guy. Sorry, what were you saying?" you recentered from your distraction.

With a lag in his shoulders, the Mandalorian thought the truth to be the best answer. But still wanting to answer to the Child, he nodded his head on for you to continue down to the hull, and he'd follow,

"I was just going to say," he answered, "I didn't do that because I couldn't stand on my own. i-i mean I couldn't, true, but the thing is, I 'wanted to'..." 

His heart was thundering, some cracks in his words were audible,

"I was bleeding out all over the floor. But really, l I could think of was just how grateful I was that you hadn't been hurt. You were safe, and seeing you? I was relieved."

Now side by side in the open air cargo space you smiled, feeling a bit like the silly girls in the holonovels when they pushed their hair behind their ears.

"Well... For one, I'm glad you're not bleeding all over the floor."

That earned you a breathy laugh, "Thank you."

"And for two, I'm- glad you wanted to. Because I may or may not have been wanting to, myself.." 

Mando paused in his strides. which you matched. Even though you were unable to read his expression, you gave a satisfied little smile with your answer, 

"So… it sounds like we're on the same page."

"Sounds like we are."

The Child whined again, making both tip their head off to the side, perfectly in sync.

"I can go get him-- meet you back up top?"

"Okay." He nodded and they split.

Back in the cockpit, you wrangled the bouncing little potato sack. Mando turned when you came in, hearing you corral the kid trying to jump out of your arms to get a better view from his pram.

"Ok ok kiddo, good grief– your seat's but going anywhere!" You shrilled. Planted into his blankets, he sat back in content, swaying side to side, taking in the stars and clusters they were passing in awe.

"Handful?"

"More like tryin'a be a hand-empty, the little wiggle worm." you sassed. His playfighting was all in good fun.

The Mandalorian spun to meet you. First and foremost, you know he'd set the locks on the overhead panels on the side wall, but then he surprised you when he faced fully after you readjusted your clothes the kid had tugged every which way.

"You're good with him. He seems happy to have someone else around." He complimented, stepping into your space. 

Then- finally- meeting your sparkling eyes with all their silent anticipation of his arms, he wrapped around you to pull you in. You locked him in by the waist. 

Then, slightly softer, he nearly whispered, "and.. he's not the only one."

Smushed slightly into his flight suit padding above his chest plate, you smiled. The pats you gave him back passed assurance and as much comfort as you could manage in this relatively tiny hunk of metal in the vast black dust of space. 

"Feeling's mutual, hon."

Hope you liked it!! More of this may come one day...

...dangit.. now I wanna finish this. (le sigh)

#paz vizsla x reader #paz vizsla x you #paz vizsla x oc #star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian #paz viszla #din djarin #just a couple of armored bois who gotta fight it out #this is the way #my work #my headcanons #my masterlist #fanfic asks #ask game

[inlocusmads]

music for the lost (and found) ~ trystan x nora

Trystan is stubborn enough to get stabbed for her. Nora is not doing okay. A cold dinner is caught in the middle of their scuffle. (crimes, book 1, chapter 14)

banner art: tristan and isolde by john duncan 1912

wc: 2.9k, teen and up, hurt/comfort, mostly a lot of comfort. I tried my best lol.

Written for @choicesjunechallenge, Prompts: "Romance" and "Long Nights"

link to nora x trystan (crimes) masterlist

A bottle of Sauvignon Blanc rested on the table, as Trystan finished plating the pasta. It was a Drakovian recipe, with a complimentary bowl of salad as a side.

Trystan was quite proud of himself for being able to cook without his stab wound holding him back. It felt nice to create new things, even if it meant following a recipe from a ridiculously large book written in Cyrillic script.

However he would be delusional if he said the wound didn't hurt. It sent waves of pain through his spine, numb with the bandages tight across his stomach. Perhaps it was a bad idea, in hindsight because the Detective would most likely be angry. He was certain she'd be here within a few minutes, taser in hand, a twisted expression on her face and a practised lecture in mind.

"Ngh--" he groaned, as another wave of pain coursed through him. Desperate, he finished his drink; a little loopy in the head but coherent enough to notice the things meddling about in his heart. Even though he was tempted to sleep, he made sure he was well awake to thank his Detective in person, as it was the only right thing to do.

The way she held him, pressing her jacket to his wound to stop the blood - it was the first time he'd seen fear in someone. It was the kind of fear that was so deathly, that it would've made thunder. It was that heavy sort of fear, that perhaps, a young teenage boy might have, hiding under the bed away from his mother. It was that fear that made you go numb, after seeing your father bleeding out of his chest and that, no matter how hard you scream, he'd never come back.

Trystan had never had someone like that, which made it so new. So different. So wonderful.

What Trystan saw in Nora wasn't the fear that he'd die in her arms. He saw her try. He saw her desperately pump out the hope in a hopeless situation, hold onto her faith in a situation where it wasn't upto faith to decide, sweat and tears pouring down her face and down her chin, as she wrapped her blazer around his stomach; a deep pool of blood sopping her favourite item of clothing.

He saw her try. The desperation in her heart. The unwavering willingness in her soul. The fact that she was more concerned about him than the killer getting away. The fact that anyone at all, in the whole wide world, had ever made Trystan Thorne a priority.

Trystan clutched his side in agony, when he heard the door click open.

"What in the hell is going on here? Where are your bags?"

"Bags?"

"Isn't that the plan?" Nora blinked. "I kick your ass and drag it back to the hospital?"

Trystan stood up, as he refilled the glasses with more white wine.

"Not before some wining and dining, no." he draped one leg over the other, sitting comfortably in his plush chair, groaning a little. Trystan had a grin on his face, but with so much gratitude that he couldn't properly translate it into a smile. "It is a thank you for last night."

It was particularly courageous of him to do that because he knew the Detective might do a far more successful job of murdering him than the masked assailant would ever dream of doing.

"Consider this a thank you for staying by my side-- nghhh--"

"This is sweet."

"Really? I made it myself!" he said, jaded. "I shall admit the the orecchiette is a rather tricky pasta to cook with, but --"

"No I meant it is awfully sweet of you to think I'm not gonna kick you back into the car. It's only a stab wound after all, yeah? Come on. Where do you have your clothes?"

"In such a rush." he rolled his eyes. "They are in the laundry, by the way. Good luck sticking your hand into a running machine."

"Fine." she rolled up her sleeves. "We'll go without a bag."

"I can take care of myself, Detec-- argh--" Trystan groaned, as he sat down at the dining table, holding his side. "I actually can. Drakovians have a lot of strength -"

"Trystan." Nora looked at him square in the eye. "You are bleeding."

It was then the Prince really noticed Nora's scar; right across her eye, running all the way from the top of her forehead to her cheek, cutting coarsely through her eyelid. It was then he truly realised that maybe, he should've informed her before he kicked off his hospital shoes, changed into more comfortable clothes and marched out of the hospital with at least a dozen doctors yelling after him.

"You are injured." she continued.

"I'm not."

"You are hurt and you're bleeding and you need-"

"What part of I can take care of myself do you not understand, Detective? Nothing can ever possibly go -- what? You think I will die? Well, I am not dead!" Trystan extended his arms, as if to say, huzzah. "I even had time to put together this wonderful dinner, which is getting cold by the way and we really should--"

"No. You're coming with me." Nora demanded. She held onto Trystan's arm. "Cooperate, for God's sake! This isn't a goddamn Clint Eastwood movie!"

"Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, no, Detective, you do not understand! I would have done it a thousand times and a thousand more if it means you were safe! It was never about the heroics at all! Do you see?" - he pointed at his torso, with red streaks all over.

"You're literally proving-"

"I have my own reservations against hospital food-"

"Stop flirting with me and get help before you bleed to death!"

"I am perfectly fine!" Trystan said, swallowing his pain as he grabbed a fencing sword. "See? Come on. Let me prove it."

"I'm not fighting you. You're injured, you're -"

"I am perfectly fine, Nora. Look at me. Never felt more alive in these many years! I've endured several greater pains and this is merely a little dent. A scratch. The only downside is, I have got a nasty scar, which will not go away with soap. A bummer, but I can live with it and-"

Had Trystan been a little more vigilant, he'd have expected Nora's attack. Clearly his Spear of Potential techniques required a bit more polishing. The Detective had knocked his fencing pole clean off his hands with a fencing pole of her own, that she'd found lying near the coffee table. Trystan charged forth, pelted with buckets of energy but he still was very weak. Nora didn't even have to put up a strong fight.

As Trystan charged forth, attempting to steal the fencing sword and disarm her, Nora threw the pole far out of his reach. She placed two strong hands on each of his shoulders, resisting his strength with her biceps.

Quickly, she made sure to push him into the couch, as gently as she could and ran back to grab Trystan's fallen fencing pole before he could retaliate. Nora pointed the end of the sword at his neck.

"Okay. Think we proved our points here. We'll figure out your hospital supplies in the car. I'll get them from-"

"Think again, Detective!" Trystan lunged forth. He held onto the other end of the fencing sword and grasped it free out of Nora's strong arms. He tossed it off and when she reached in for her backup weapon, hidden away in her coat, he pulled her into the couch - as a last resort.

Their breaths grew quicker and sharper, as the two wrestled with the other to cooperate.

"Stop-- ugh-- fighting!" Nora pinned his arms to the couch, her eyes a blink short of a hateful glare. Trystan took long breaths, erupting into a short coughing fit. He sat up, massaging his stomach, as he continued to take ratched swallows of air.

Her voice changed within seconds.

"Are you okay? I am -- so very sorry-- hold on - let me help you-" Nora pulled him into a more comfortable position, something he couldn't do and he let out a painful groan. "Are you all right?"

"I -- I--" Trystan took a deep breath. "To tell you the truth, it is a bit -- numbing, shall we say, but please, I do not want you to fuss over me. I am -- fine-- Detective, you do not have to worry about me, you see--"

Nora looked unsure. She was also at the brink of bursting into tears which was also something Trystan had never seen Nora do. Now she couldn't utter without croaking, the tears holding her back from forming a sentence.

Trystan couldn't understand it. She had no reason to care.

"Nora?"

The tone was kind, gentle. Understanding. He could see the visceral battle she was fighting from within; the guilt weighing her down. Nora finally looked up, an expression almost unreadable.

For a long moment, they sat in silence; the rapid exhales being the only thing keeping the wordless conversation afloat. Trystan was too numb to respond. One could say he was even starstruck - an extreme form of surprise where his head would no longer be capable of making rational decisions or thoughts.

It was sort of like a computer typing "goose, goose, goose, goose, goose" over and over again, until the word goose loses its meaning. The same way, Trystan, still under the effects of the medicines they gave him and the delirium from cooking could only think about the Detective.

Except the more he thought about her, the more he was convinced it was all a dream.

Nora swallowed with great difficulty. With her trembling hands and the worry slowly bleeding into her actions, she held Trystan's face, almost as if she was examining him for any cuts and injuries. Trystan was starstruck by the gesture and only moved closer, his heart reaching exorbitant amounts of beats per second. It was a phenomenon when two people took the littlest bit of interest in each other; when time grew all slow and mellow and worries became tenfold.

So did the happiness.

To Nora, it was the happiness of knowing he was okay.

She felt his face, holding it as if she was holding up the entire world in her palm. She gave him a weak smile, almost strained and it was then did he truly realise how much pain and suffering she'd gone through; holding him in the damp dungeon, not knowing what their future would look like.

Trystan had never thought of death before, didn't fear it and didn't care for it, because he'd believed everyone who'd told him that.

But now, he was scared. He was truly scared. Trystan was scared of letting go.

And then, time stopped. Their breaths drew in slower and slower, as their faces perhaps, inches away from either being a moment to remember by, or a terrible mistake to erase.

Trystan noticed there was a rather nasty cut on Nora's arm, possibly from the knife fight. It was bandaged, along with a similar cut on the palm of her hand. He took her hands in his; not knowing whether he was supposed to offer comfort or receive comfort in what might be the longest moments of their lives.

"I thought you died." she said, shaking her head, not meeting his eyes.

"It was not my intention to worry you, Detective."

"You did a great job at precisely that."

"I'm all right. See? Look at me. I am doing all right, am I? Made the pasta and everything. It is really hard to cook something and resist the urge to set the kitchen on fire but I did anyway." Trystan chuckled.

"It's my--"

"It is not your fault."

"It's my job to worry about you. And it was my responsibility to keep you safe."

"No, Detective, we are not going down this route. It was not your fault. I would do it over and over again, if it means I can save you."

A pause. Nora regained her composure, forcibly sealing her tear ducts from within.

"You don't have to do that. I can take care of myself. It's my job to protect you in the first place. You're my client, Trystan. And -- it's so goddamn difficult when I can't do anything to stop it. You're going to keep doing it over and over again, they'll keep targeting me and -- I can't handle this."

"Nora."

"-- or even --"

"Nora. I have seen you protect yourself and the people you love time and time again--" Trystan took a pause, hoping the word "love" didn't dawn on her yet.

So he continued.

"You were one of the first people to believe me, that I didn't kill Sonja. You were the only person who stood by my side throughout this case. You listened to me, something nobody has ever done before and you fought. You fought just so I can rest easy at night, knowing Sonja's vile pathetic murderer would be locked up soon. You fought just so I'm comforted by the thought that you're there. You've always been here. And -- you have -- always -- looked out for me."

Trystan's voice softened.

"And -- you have no idea how much it means to me right now. I want to let you know how much you mean to me."

"Yeah, you couldn't have done it with a-- pff-- card or something. Had to get stabbed, huh? I need--" she paused. "I need you to be alive."

"I need you alive too! What if something happens to you?"

"I just -- it's hard, Trystan. I don't know how else to put it to you, because you're an impulse-happy person who'd do anything to protect the ones you love and I understand that, but I need you to keep safe too. I need you to follow my lead and instead of getting a knife in your -- chest the next time, just send a card, yeah?"

"That's all you need, then?"

"Yes."

"So a card. That says, Thank You Nora for so and so reason, thank you for doing this- ec ceteras."

Their faces were precisely sixteen exhales of air apart. Trystan placed a hand on her shoulder, feeling Nora's hair. She seemed to be relaxed, but there was still a sense of panic in her eyes. The same eyes that lost sleep just so he could. The same eyes that saw fire, that saw bloodied masses of corpses, that perceived all the ugly things just so Trystan could have a shot at having a closure. He didn't deserve the kindness nor the understanding. He wasn't worthy of it at all.

"Pretty much." Nora shrugged, breaking the eye contact.

"Okay, done. I will do that."

Nora chuckled dryly, breaking some of the tension. "Go get a doctor, you fool."

"Have dinner with me?" he said.

"Then will you get it checked?"

"Should I?"

"You're seriously debating about this? Again?"

He clicked his tongue. "It was worth a shot."

"Might have to heat it up again." Nora said. "The food could've gone cold."

"But should I?"

"Non negotiable."

"The thank-you card will not suffice?" he took a staggered breath. "You are quite the demanding date, Nora. What about when I said you mean so much to me?"

"Didn't work, pal. Sorry." Nora shrugged. "For the record, you mean - something to me too. Which is precisely why I want you to get better."

"Coming from you, that is practically a love confession." he rolled his eyes.

A pause.

"You know I'm on your side, right?"

"I know, I know." he stretched a little. "I like -- messing with you."

"So you tell me. All right. Come on." Nora got to her feet, lending a hand. "Let's get some food in you."

It didn't matter what home was. Home could be a nice apartment with a weapon's closet. Home could be a dusty detective agency with a wooden desk.

Home was also the warmth in their intertwined hands, the glistening in their eyes and the hope in their burdened hearts that they'd be partners till the very end.

***

A/N:

Thank you so much for reading! It means a lot! I'm going to test out my new tag list now, because I accidentally ended up deleting my old one. So here goes nothing. (However you can still ask to be added!)

Tagging:

Perma: @quixoticdreamer16 @tessa-liam

Crimes only: @cassie-thorne @peonierose @ao719 @trappedinfanfiction @ofmischiefandmedicine @jerzwriter @fuckitweball0000

#trystan x nora #crimes of passion fic #trystan thorne x mc #w:inlocusmads

[theimpossiblescheme]

soldiers, poets, and queens - playlists for ulysses, rosaline, prufrock, and caprizant for @bombawife‘s OC week (album art by @thedragonchilde)

ulysses: 01. setting up the courtroom - joby talbot | 02. bone + tissue - gallant | 03. still - colton ryan and molly gordon | 04. god bless the child - billie holiday | 05. how i am - jason howland | 06. thunder in a blue sky - namo feat. aedan peterson | 07. the nutcracker, op. 71, act I, scene 1: no. 4, arrival of drosselmeyer - pyotr ilyich tchaikovsky | 08. paper forest (birds) - emmy the great | 09. birdhouse in your soul - they might be giants | 10. hello my old heart - the oh hellos | 11. howl - black rebel motorcycle club | 12. when your feet don’t touch the ground - ellie goulding | 13. fragile - poets of the fall | 14. reflets dans l'eau - claude debussy | 15. relay - fiona apple | 16. god only knows - clay hine, drew mcmillan, tim brooks, and tim reynolds | 17. a long way past the past - fleet foxes | 18. lean - oh land feat. vitamin string quartet | 19. any other world - mika [listen]

rosaline: 01. mother and child reunion - paul simon | 02. garden song - phoebe bridgers | 03. la niaise - leila huissoud | 04. all of the women - allison russell | 05. just my imagination - the cranberries | 06. more than close - oneke | 07. what it is - amber mark | 08. i lost something in the hills - sibylle baier | 09. joy - nataly dawn | 10. glowing - the oh hellos | 11. the healing process - koh lantana | 12. night still comes - neko case | 13. blue skies - kathryn calder | 14. flower garden - joe hisaishi | 15. back in my body - maggie rogers | 16. olalla - blanco white | 17. te regalo - carla morrison | 18. it ends with us - steve mokwebe | 19. je suis pret - brooke fraser [listen]

prufrock: 01. the croquet match - joby talbot | 02. learning to fly - the weepies | 03. in my city - ellie goulding | 04. grace kelly - mika | 05. good old-fashioned lover boy - queen | 06. the 59th street bridge song (feelin' groovy) - simon and garfunkel | 07. song of the baron - yuji nomi | 08. on the street where you live - bill shirley | 09. romeo - donna summer | 10. everybody talks - postmodern jukebox | 11. king of the world - young rising sons | 12. shining star - earth, wind, and fire | 13. un sospiro - franz liszt | 14. into a fantasy - alexander rybak | 15. heavy balloon - fiona apple | 16. ain't no mountain high enough - diana ross | 17. feel it still - portugal. the man | 18. rounds - the oh hellos | 19. if the world turned upside down - goo goo dolls [listen]

caprizant: 01. six weeks - of monsters and men | 02. patience worth - faith and the muse | 03. hurricane - ms mr | 04. ivory tower - nova twins | 05. flowers - in love with a ghost feat. nori | 06. i know the end - phoebe bridgers | 07. so afraid - janelle monáe | 08. where did i leave that fire - neko case | 09. the girl i mean to be - daisy eagan | 10. supergirl - krystal harris | 11. cuando seas grande - miguel mateos | 12. hey you - pink floyd | 13. mood indigo - duke ellington | 14. pepper'n'sand - ingrid and the ministers | 15. s.p.c.l.g. (society for the prevention of cruelty to little girls) - the society girls | 16. bad trash - switchblade symphony | 17. four pink walls - alessia cara | 18. my friends - oh wonder | 19. ready now - dodie [listen]

#Finally playlists for the whole family <3 #cats the musical #cats oc week #OCs #if music be the food of love play on

[vomitgreensocks]

WILL DOESN'T DESERVE BETTER THAN MIKE:

This is just an opinion, no need to get mad. It's an literal show.

I have seen way too many people saying stuff like "i don't ship byler (Will and Mike) because Will deserves so much better than Mike" and i have even seen alot of byler shippers saying that Will deserves better than Mike but as one of the biggest Will Byers stans on earth, i do not agree with this at all.

/\ (Some examples of people saying Will deserves better than Mike)

I completely understand that people think Mike treats Will like trash, and i agree with this but you guys act like Mike ONLY treats Will like trash. People mostly focus on the fact Mike sometimes treats Will like trash but let's not forget that there are way more scenes where Mike is super sweet and caring towards Will.

In season 2 Mike was there for Will all the time even though Will was literally POSSESSED by a thing that was part of the trauma Mike and the rest got from season 1, Mike literally got super excited and happy and his smile could bright up a whole room when Will gave him a painting while it's not like this was the first time Will made something for Mike, Mike has a whole binder of Will and Will's drawings only, Mike always asks if Will is ok and he always makes sure Will is alright and so much more. Mike is just dealing with his own problems (most likely internalized homophobia) and he's an good written teenager, of course he treats Will like trash sometimes. It seems like people forgot how much Mike cares about Will, loves him and understands him (if it's platonic or not, doesn't matter) and that is what Will wants. Will wants someone to care about him, to love him and to understand him.

Besides that, Mike apologized for being an jerk to Will. After the argument in season 3 episode 3 Mike went to Will's house while there was a storm, rain and thunder just to apologize to Will and even when Mike didn't got a response when he knocked on the front door of the byers house he still didn't gave up. He literally went to castle byers, RUNNING just to find Will and make sure he is alright and to apologize. That wasn't just knocking by the way, that was banging on the front door while panicking and in season 4 episode 4 Mike apologized to Will (they had a whole conversation) because of what he said in season 4 episode 2. He was literally smiling at Will and he got "mad" or "confused" when Will said he deserved Mike yelling at him because Mike thinks he doesn't deserve this at all. He thinks Will deserves people being nice to him.

Yeah...If somebody did that to me i wouldn't give a f×ck that they are a jerk sometimes, i would love them with my whole heart and soul. Oh yeah also, Will doesn't want someone "better" than Mike. It seems like people think Will has a crush on Mike but Will is DEEPLY IN LOVE with Mike. He has been deeply in love with Mike for maybe 3+ years and he doesn't want someone "better" than Mike at all. He wants Mike and Mike only. Did people also forget that Will said Mike makes him feel like he's not an mistake at all, that he is better for being different and that gives him the courage to fight on? MIKE GIVES WILL THE COURAGE TO FIGHT ON. No, Will isn't going to be with another boy next season because they won't add new characters AND WILL DOESN'T WANT SOMEONE ELSE. People really forgot how much Will actually loves Mike.

#byler proof #byler #byler tumblr #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #byler is endgame #byeler #stranger things theory #byler script

[chibiclem]

“Hetaclones Prologue : Dear brother”

"His usually blue icy eyes were trying their best to hide the sadness, but his clenched jaw was betraying him. The final destination was near, and the three dogs, all silent, had now left him to surround the stone plate on the ground, at the back of the seemingly abandoned garden. Only their tails were moving slowly, their head and ears down.

It’s at this moment the yellow dot, that had awakened during their trip, began to flap his little wings, emitting a heartbroken chirp as he recognized the plate.

Like thunder, the bird flew directly on the epitaph and cried his soul out, causing the nation to tear up a bit as well. How was he gonna talk now? Berlitz whined in his direction, and came to comfort him, making him feel again a pang in his heart. He crouched down to caress him, feeling the warm touch of his compassionate dog.

Now, he had regained enough courage to place solemnly the bouquet of cornflowers and to greet his brother properly.

“Hi Gilbert...”

It had been 25 years now. It had been this long since Prussia had disappeared, not even letting a body behind to bury, right after the Collapse of the Berlin wall. But even now, despite all this time, Germany just couldn’t stand his absence." **** From my fanfiction "Hetaclones", belonging to the very already garnished Axis Powers Hetalia fanfiction! OuO Took me forever I swear! (I'm always 2 years later on fandom haha) I've always wanted to actually draw my Hetaclones fanfiction, instead of writing it, but it was impossible for me in the time and I really had to let the story out of my system. I've however never abandonned the idea of making illustration to it! So here's the prologue and then we will see If I manage to do all the chapters haha! The dogs and race are my choice : Berlitz is the cream labrador, Aster the german sheperd and Blackie the dachshund. I've always feel that Berlitz was the most ancient of them and was more sensitive to, his owner; but Blackie is more affectionnated and energic, and since it was difficult to put him on the picture because he's a very small boi; I put him on Germany's lap whereas it should be Berlitz. *** If you're interested in reading it : On DA : https://www.deviantart.com/chibiclem/art/Hetaclones-Prologue-868122226

On Archive of Your own : https://archiveofourown.org/works/27757294/chapters/67944340

On Fanfiction.net : https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13802581/1/Hetaclones

#hetaclones #Axis Powers Hetalia #axis powers ヘタリア #hws germany #APH Germany #ludwig beilschmidt #APH Prussia #grave #moarning #dogs #aster #berlitz #blackie #cemetery day #prologue #dear brother #gilbird

[tokyonymph]

sanguinity: a zagreus (hades) playlist

noun 1. feeling sanguine; optimistically cheerful and confident. 2. consisting of or relating to blood.

a playlist dedicated to zagreus from the game hades, based on both his in-game journey and general character. cover art belongs to trisketched on twitter.

[listen on spotify / soundcloud]

the full tracklist and selected lyrics are available below the cut:

i. no escape - darren korb

[instrumental]

ii. fetch the bolt cutters - fiona apple

fetch the bolt cutters, i’ve been in here too long

iii. underworld - cyprss

oh, in my heart and in my soul / i’ve been searching for a home / but i’m lost inside my mind / trapped in the underworld

iv. run boy run - woodkid

tomorrow is another day / and when the night fades away / you'll be a man, boy / but for now, it's time to run, it's time to run

v. lose your soul - dead man’s bones

i get up in the morning to the beat of the drum / i get up to this feeling, keeps me on the run / i get up in the morning, put my dreams away / i get up, i get up, i get up, again

vi. pomegranate seeds - julian moon

devil, won't you bargain with me? / 'cause i miss the sun and meadows green

vii. gods bound by rules - keichii okabe

[instrumental]

viii. running up that hill (a deal with god) - kate bush

and if i only could, i'd make a deal with god / and i'd get him to swap our places / i'd be running up that road, be running up that hill / with no problems

ix. mother - florence + the machine

mother, make me / make me a bird of prey / so i can rise above this, let it fall away / mother, make me / make me a song so sweet / heaven trembles, falling at my feet

x. army of me - björk

and if you complain once more / you’ll meet an army of me

xi. blood dawn - converge & chelsea wolfe

questions unsaid / free you from all you held / from ire comes peace / ire lead me

xii. holding out for a hero - nothing but thieves

up where the mountains meet the heavens above / out where the lightning splits the sea / i would swear that there's someone, somewhere watching me

xiii. sky full of song - florence + the machine

grab me by my ankles, i've been flying for too long / i couldn't hide from the thunder in a sky full of song

xiv. abbey - mitski

there is a light, i feel it in me / but only, it seems, when the dark surrounds me / there is a dream and it sleeps in me / to awake in the night, crying "set me free"

xv. in the blood - darren korb ft. ashley barrett

run all you like / from the place you belong / it’s always there / it’s in the air / your dearest kin / below the skin / it’s in the blood

#my posts #playlist #hades game #hades supergiant #hades #zagreus #spotify

[all-or-nothing-baby]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

@slytherkins and @shealynn88 my loves, thank you both muchly for my tags! it may have taken me 6months (+?!) to get to this... but LET'S GO! lol.

(okay i'm a proper rebel me so i'm picking my FAVES FROM 5 FANDOMS instead bc nobody can stop meeeeeee mwuhahaha!)

NOTE: if you're going to read any of these fics, firstly tysm ily <3. secondly and most importantly, PLS CHECK THE REST OF THE TAGS ON AO3 AS I'VE ONLY LISTED A SELECT FEW HERE.

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1. STRANGER THINGS (Harringrove)

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HOUNDS OF LOVE (Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Canon Universe, Past Underage, Angst, Semi-public Sex, Porn with Love, POV Billy, 2282, EXPLICIT)

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Billy has always been a coward. Ever since—ever since Her. Since she did the double-up on him. Since she switched off and let her light go out of his life forever by taking off and leaving Billy Boy Blue's sorry ass behind.

Harrington doesn’t know any of this though. Nobody does. Nobody will. And nobody should anyways because Billy, he shouldn't be so pathetic. He’s supposed to suck it up and shut the fuck up not moon over it, not be a little pussy while he's getting his boy-pussy railed. And he certainly shouldn't be moaning through this feral fucking need of his like some frilly pink-pantied cheerleader, hell.

Never did know what was good for you, boy.

OR

Billy just wants to get royally fucked.

Doesn't want this. Doesn't want to be coddled. Doesn't want to be treated nice. Doesn't want some rich boy's dumb lovin'.

Even if he actually, really does.

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CHERRY BOMB SERIES (Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Canon Universe, Pining, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Getting Together, POV Steve Harrington, Teen-Explicit)

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A collection of Harringrove fics which hopefully read well as stand-alones BUT will also eventually—and are intended to—make up one big Steve Harrington POV 'Five times Steve wonders... & One Time He Doesn't Have To' Getting Together story.

EDIT: Now with an added little interlude in the middle which will bump up the final number of works.

Updates as and when xp

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2. SUPERNATURAL (deancas)

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THE LAST TIME (Castiel/Dean Winchester, AU—Modern Setting, Sex-work, Not Really Non-requited, POV Dean, 2269, MATURE)

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Hey, baby. Wanna spend the night with an angel?

No such thing, Dean had tried. But it had come out as a question, a challenge. An almost Prove me wrong... please? And with a smile which he couldn't have helped if he'd tried.

OR

Hurt/Comfort Modern Sex Worker AU where maybe fate and free will can exist side by side.

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WET EARTH'S CALLED MUD (Castiel/Dean Winchester, Canon Divergence, Angst, First Kiss, Getting Together, POV Dean, 1905, TEEN)

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Dean, I've got you

And I realise: he always has me.

Sheet and fork lightning fires up the whole sky and thunder cracks its huge whip above us, clouds bursting like huge water balloons, the downpour soaking us in seconds.

Everything is terrifying.

OR

Fix-It-Fic for Jack in the Box WHERE THEY ACTUALLY TALK DAMMIT. And maybe do the thing they should've been doing for 11 bloody years.

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THE DAY THE WORLD WENT AWAY (Castiel/Dean Winchester, Endverse AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hopeful Ending (as much as endverse can be), POV Dean, Porn with Love, 7346, EXPLICIT)

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Dean had come to apologise. To thank Cas. But pieces of Cas' broken heart were now on show, stabbing right through his beautiful face, slicing through Jimmy's muscles and skin. Dean could see it all now, pouring out through the jagged cuts; fear, shame, all the hurt—the lion's share of it of which Dean himself had caused. Cas was now wearing his pain on full display all over his body, like a shiny fucking outfit of the day.

Dean had never hated himself more. Even after torturing an endless stream of once-human souls in hell.

Cas let the pistol drop to the floor.

"Then what, Dean?" he choked, "why are you here?" His wet eyes searched Dean's with such wretched frustration, Dean couldn't take it a second longer. Had to make it go away, end the pain. Ironically, Dean realised, he did want to make everything stop for Cas—for both of them—even if only for a little while. Just not by means of a bullet.

How the hell do you make the whole world just stop?

OR

Quite possibly the only not-completely-100%-gut-wrenching Endverse fic you might ever find.

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THURSDAY'S SMILE (Canon Universe, First Kiss, Getting Together, Proof I Can Write Fluff, POV Dean, 1381, TEEN)

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Cas walked around the stainless steel kitchen island to Dean's side, his eyes now keen on the square of dressing protecting a nasty cut on the left side of Dean's forehead. As he reached his destination, his right knee automatically slid between Dean's knees to part them, allowing him to stand in between—and closer to Dean. Like, a lot closer.

Dean tried his best to take a slow and secret, calming deep breath.

It didn't help. Now his sense of smell was just reaffirming what his heart was already screaming at him with each beat:

CAS-CAS, YES-YES, CAS-CAS, YES-YES

Cas peeled back the surgical tape and lifted the gauze to check the cut.

And then it just kind of... happened. Dean was tired, hadn't even had his first essential cup of joe yet, let alone the necessary second. It was just a dumb joke, really.

OR

When it finally happens, it's on a Thursday.

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3. TEEN WOLF (sterek)

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LOVE LIKE GHOSTS (Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Canon Universe, Established Relationship, Stiles Has Self-esteem Issues, Choking, Consensual Non-consent, POV Stiles, 713, EXPLICIT)

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They both know not talking about this isn't okay, isn't healthy, but—and God knows why—Derek loves Stiles. So, the big guy, he gets it: that the best thing isn't always the right thing.

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DRAW YOUR SWORDS (Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Canon Universe, Angst, Pining, Getting Together, POV Derek, 7914, EXPLICIT)

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Something inside Derek snaps. No, not snaps. Clicks into place. He snarls, "That's my line, little pig."

Shit.

Stiles blinks, twice. Three times. "What?" and he’s flailing at Derek's reference.

"If you're the little pig…" Derek's predator eyes flick deftly across each of Stiles' delicate features, "...then what does that make me?" 

Realisation crosses sharp yet soft bone structure and Stiles answers, slowly.

"You're the big…"

Derek moves impossibly closer.

"...bad…"

A goddamn virus.

"...wolf."

OR

Derek keeps his distance from Stiles, regardless of how he feels about him. It's better that way. Better for Stiles.

But when Stiles has had enough of pretending there's nothing between them, just how much longer can Derek's wolf be tamed?

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INCLUDES MY ART!

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THE CROSS HE BEARS (Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Canon Universe, Established Relationship, Wolf!Derek (for a time), Derek Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-slash, POV, Derek, 702, MATURE)

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Stiles knows exactly how to take care of his wolf.

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4. BBC SHERLOCK (jimlock)

MY NAME IS A KILLING WORD (Jim Moriarty/Sherlock Holmes, Canon Universe, First Kiss(es), Sherlock's First Time, Getting Together, Jim Moriarty in Love, POV Jim, 671, MATURE)

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He's so funny. Not to them. But to me, he's so funny.

The first time I kissed him—up against a wall, John just around the corner, Sherlock taller than me but certainly feeling small—he was bait on my hook. So much so, I was sure he'd squirm as such but he froze. A museum pillar of what the fuck? Didn't struggle as I tasted Stiff Upper Lip whilst trying to coax out a passion I just knew he had buried inside of him. Then he whispered Moriarty, like a question, and it was hilarious. Hilarious because it was so infuriatingly Sherlock, and hilarious 'cause it was hot as naked sin, I remember thinking as I spirited away, giggling.

OR

The first time Sherlock finally calls his nemesis by his given name. (Moriarty POV).

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5. PREACHER (the unholy trinity)

WELL, I HEARD THERE WAS A SECRET CHORD (Proinsias Cassidy/Jesse Custer/Tulip O'Hare, Canon Universe, Established Relationship, Poly Relationship—F-M-M, PWP, Light Dom/Sub, POV Tulip, 1326, EXPLICIT)

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How do the Unholy Trinity manage to turn anything remotely pious into something truly ungodly?

Like fucking pros, that's how.

With Tulip hating on Genesis, she finds a way to take back a little control... with the help of a certain raucous Irish vampire.

OR

The PWP Dom!Tulip Sub!Jessidy fic nobody asked for.

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TUMBLR DON'T EAT THIS IT'S TAKEN ME FORACTUALBLOODYEVER!

#asks #ask games #writing asks #fic recs #fanfic #fanfiction #harringrove #stranger things #deancas #destiel #spn #sterek #eternal sterek #teen wolf #jimlock #bbc sherlock #the unholy trinity #preacher #wonderful asks #wonderful people #aonb answers back

[pirates-pirates-pirates]

Complicated

Another song fic because I'm a loser and I love these flaming boys. Song is 'The Feel Good Drag' by Anberlin.

Marco x Ace Ace x Deuce TW: Age gap Modern AU N/SFW at times Chapter 1

"I'm here for you," he said, and we can stay for a while My boyfriend's gone, we can just pretend Lips that need no introduction, now who's the greater sin? Your drab eyes seem to invite (Tell me, darling) Where do we begin?

Marco wasn’t the type of man who made it his business to sleep with people who were already spoken for, but in his defence when he’d met Ace, he’d had no intention of falling for him. He could still remember how Ace looked over his shoulder at him, the place crowded, the bright lights flashing across the darkened room.

The band was playing, all he could feel was the thundering vibrations under his feet on the sticky floor and the way his heart was beating faster than he could recall. How it rattled within the confines of his ribcage, the intake of breath when a white light bathed that handsome freckled face in light, hitting behind his head.

Like a halo around the messy black hair. Ace grinned at him; a smile brighter than any spotlight that travelled across the crowd. Ace was living for this moment, jumping in place, arms above his head, waving with the sea of bodies as the song filled the room, the lyrics must have resonated with Ace because Marco could have sworn as he watched those perfect lips move in time with the song, he could hear him louder than the singer on stage.

How Ace looked, throwing himself into each and every beat, singing with all his soul. Marco hadn’t believed in love at first sight until then. He’d moved in closer, watching as deep dark eyes followed him, observing as Marco got closer, weaving in and out of the crowd.

Something had hit deep with them both as arms looped around necks, foreheads pressed together. Their bodies close, their motions wordless as the music swelled around them.

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Marco looked down at Ace, curled against his chest with his arms around him, his eyelids closed, a smile soft and serene as he took in a breath, one eye opening to observe Marco, the smile shifting into a smirk, confidence and mischief radiating from him as he stretched, knocking his legs against Marco’s as he adjusted.

Soft afternoon sunlight warmed their bodies, covered loosely in the bedsheets. Ace reached up and stroked the stubble along Marco’s jawline, moving delicate feather-light touches across his upper lip, such a sweet action from a man who’d committed sins of the flesh moments ago.

“This is nice,” Ace sighed and traced Marco’s bottom lip until Marco held his hand in place, his fingers intertwining with Ace’s as he dotted kisses over Ace’s hand.

Marco smirked at Ace’s reaction to such a gesture. The way that smug grin was shaken, replaced with a trembling lip, eyes wide and watching the action as Marco kissed over each of his fingers, blue eyes flicked up, making eye contact, it was Marco’s turn to smirk as the blush spread across the freckled face of his lover.

“Do you wanna stay tonight?” Ace asked, his voice seeming so unsure, he watched Marco’s lips continue their journey from his hand, along his wrist, around the red and white bangle he wore and placing a firm kiss to his pulse point.

Marco could feel the flicker of inconsistency as Ace looked at him through his lashes, biting his lip as he dreaded Marco’s response, even though Marco wasn’t his partner he still feared rejection, Ace didn’t want his invention to be turned down. Ace felt Marco humming in thought, feeling the light vibration on his skin.

“What about the boyfriend yoi?”

Ace had the decency for shame to flicker in his eyes, avoiding meeting Marco’s gaze at the question, shifting in place as the sheets tangled between his legs, all things that Marco could tell was Ace at unease of his partner being brought up. They tried not to mention the other man during their encounters.

“He won’t be back for a few days..” Ace cleared his throat and shifted, sitting up as his mind started to roam, his mind dipping into the negative thoughts that lurked at the edge constantly.

“Ace, don’t worry, I won’t judge you. I don’t care what you do behind his back if it means that I get to have you to myself for a few days.” Marco joined him, leaning against the headboard, an arm working its way around Ace’s waist, pulling him to lean against him.

“Does this make me a bad person?” Ace asked, attempting to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, the rebellious piece falling again.

“What? No, humans are complex, and feelings are complicated yoi.” Marco sighed as he dealt with the loose strand himself, the action comforting to his lover, the strand staying in place this time.

“I don’t think Deuce would agree so much.” He mumbled and placed his hands on his lap, playing with the bracelet, eyes fixed on it, his guilty thoughts desperate for the distraction of his nervous fiddling.

“That’s his name?” that was the first time Marco had a name to put to the person whose bed he was currently in.

It left a bitter taste in his mouth, more than he would like to admit. He didn’t want to be this person, he didn’t mind sharing Ace but knowing he was the other man, the dirty little secret would always hurt his heart. Shit, he really was in love with Ace.

“Y-yeah,” Ace coughed, an attempt to hide the emotion in his voice that would betray him.

“Hey, can we not talk about him? Can it just be about me and you? It’s not that I don’t love him a-and it’s not that I’m not fond of you. I just want this to be about us…”

Ace didn’t see the wince, the pained expression on Marco’s face when his words tumbled out. He didn’t feel Marco react like he’d been shocked by the blunt confession. Ace bit his lip and glanced up at Marco who’d already pushed away any telltale sign of his own emotions.

“I just wanna pretend it’s always been us.”

Marco’s half-lidded eyes searched Ace’s face, his lazy smile firmly fixed back into place as he nodded, he reached out and tilted Ace’s chin up, gazing down at him with adoration before he pressed his lips to his once more.

He couldn’t believe he was letting himself sink deeper and deeper for fond of you, but it was too late for common sense and better judgement to kick in now, he was sure he would do anything for Ace at this point.

Soft lips parted for Marco’s curious tongue as hands dug into hair, pulling at strands as the kiss deepened with an urgent passion. Time wasn’t on their side, moments fleeting and no matter how Marco wished he could grasp onto each second with Ace, it wasn’t within his power.

Maybe age hadn’t brought him the wisdom he’d hoped for. He even tried to follow his heart this time, seemed Marco needed a better compass. He was so hopelessly lost in Ace’s eyes, the feeling of his skin, the taste of his sweat, the sound of his moans.

What now?

#marace #marco x ace #marco the phoenix #portgas d. ace #portgas d ace #marcoace #ace x marco #fushichou marco #fire fist ace #deuce x ace #masked deuce

[drkcnry67]

series/general masterlist

A/N: this is the list i am compiling of EVERYTHING i've written. so its all easy to find later on or if anyone is interested... the series dont have a general series title so i will kinda go by pairing or just use the title of the first part if there is multiple of the same pairing for multiple series. If the story is apart of a different challenge I will mark it as such... And at the bottom of this list of series is the masterlist for the rest of my stories. enjoy and happy reading. Also it's not finished yet no links have been inserted yet... I will add links as I go along...

JUST TO BE SAFE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 CAUSE I CAN'T FOR THE LIFE OF ME REMEMBER WHAT THE HECK I WROTE... ITS BEEN TOO MANY STORIES TO REMEMBER WHAT EACH ONE IS...

total number of stories written and composed=

legend:

if marked with a star☆ its apart of a challenge

if marked with a diamond◇ its part of a bingo

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~twisted supernatural fairy tales~

red riding hood

cinderella

sleeping beauty

aladdin

beauty and the beast

snow white

~MCU~

The proposition

want to do something crazy? -part 1 -part2

confessions while on vacation

i'll always save you

teaching time

you're my barista

thunderstorm wedding

is it him or me

what do i get if i win

you fight well & i like you alot, lets bang

i will find you and be with you evermore

living the elevator fantasy

one guy, one girl, one voice, one song

i have loved you forever, let's see where this goes.

~DC~

you are -part 1 -part 2

united as legends -part 1 -part 2

dark arts -part 1 -part 2

reveal for the sake of love

is it true

take it off

the canary and the siren

omg im on fire

☆3 little words i love you

☆i did this to protect you

☆my sister my submissive

~SUPERNATURAL~

◇That was the best night of my life

◇your demons are my darkness

scratch'd or bitten?

do not stay late with your boss

to find what you were missing

are you the other half of my tattoo

you are my alpha

you are in my heart forever

how to recognize the other half of your heart

summertime blues, love and hunts

submit to us B**** or die

you killed my love

what happens when you bring home an unknown substance

all i wanted is for you to be happy

oops sorry wrong boy toy

my alpha my omega

is this where you spent 6 months

when you call my name

from siren to professor

this choice affects not just your present but your future as well

◇thunder like a gunshot

◇please dont make me do this

◇you always save me, let me save you

◇you know i'm pretty sure guns and water dont mix

◇your breathing makes me weak

◇show and oops you dont have a choice

◇let me be your saving grace

◇come back to me

◇age doesnt matter, i love you for you

◇you're the other half of my soul

my secret is

◇you're me+i'm you=sexual desires

◇Our beginning

◇Show me

◇You don't have to do this

◇i want you to be my queen

i dont mind if we share clothes

◇how embarassing -part 1 -part 2 -part 3 -part4

castle full of legend -☆part 1 -part 2

☆should something happen to me -part 1 -part 2

☆Do you have any clue -part1 -part2 -part3

i know not who you are but dance with me -part 1 -part 2

☆I think we are meant to be -part1 -part2 -part3

☆Unexpected love -part1 -part2

Just an ordinary girl -☆part1 -☆part2 -part3

At long last I found -☆part1 -part2

☆supernatural christmas part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12

the bite

the vow

good doggy

i did it

i figured it was time for this

be unknown to rise the phoenix

arranged to keep her safe

rebellion

when you call my name

take our place

not here, not now, this is too public

are you the other half of my tattoo

christmas teasers

christmas truth or dare

christmas role reversal

~HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE~

together forever -part 1 -part 2 -part 3

You think I want to -part1 -part2

☆hogwarts christmas -part 1 -part 2 -part 3 -part 4 -part 5 -part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13 part 14 part 15 part 16 part 17 part 18 part 19 part 20 part 21 part 22 part 23 part 24 part 25

~OTHER~

☆one night -part 1 -part 2

we have a secret -part 1 -part 2

Never let me go -part1 -part2

princess in the wrong place -part 1 -part 2

do not stand at my grave and cry (DC/SPN)

#masterlist #series #compilation

[ponds-of-ink]

Psst! Over here!

Aww, don’t be scared, little reader. It’s just your little ol’ rascally rabbit from Pond’s second blog. I’ve just stopped by to give a little present for this “100-follower” milestone, even if it’s a bit… unfinished.

What kind of present? Well, I’m glad you asked!

From what I understand, Pond’s been working on this little thing for months. Something called “The Four Nightmares”, if that rings a bell. A retelling of the events leading up to The Bite of ‘83 with some—

Oh, wait, telling you anything else would be spoiling the surprise! I’ll just leave you to guess and speculate as most of you in this “fandom” always do.

In the meantime, enjoy your gift!

THE FOUR NIGHTMARES [WIP SCRIPT, NIGHT 1 ONLY]

ENT. THE PORCH OF A HOUSEHOLD IN UTAH, 1983

(A YOUNG WOMAN IN HER PAJAMAS is on the walkie-talkie with someone. Or an old-fashioned phone. Whichever works.)

(Young Woman) *somewhat tired*

No, I can do this on my own. Yes, I’m sure I can handle monsters in the closet. What’s the worst that could happen?

(SOMEONE FROM INSIDE opens the door. THE WOMAN introduces herself as she enters into..)

INT. THE HOUSEHOLD’S FOYER

(Young Woman)

Yeah, hi, I’m looking for… Well, I didn’t write down his name, but I’m sure you know who I’m talking about. The little boy in the striped shirt. Says he’s got some problems with creatures in his room.

(THE PERSON notices a family photo and gestures to one of the kids in the picture.  THE WOMAN nods, clicking her tongue.)

(Woman)

Yup, that’s him. I’m going to be his, er, babysitter for a couple of nights. Someone to help fend off his fears…. And maybe get some extra cash in the process.

(HER LISTENER is about to say something, but THE BABYSITTER approaches the stairs.)

(Babysitter)

Now, where is that kid anyway? I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.

(THE HOUSE HOST follows as she climbs the stairs to the second floor. THE BABYSITTER stops at the first door, eyes the handle with a  lifted eyebrow, and puts her hands on the knob. THE DOOR refuses to open. THE SITTER scowls as she places an ear against the wood. She hears GENTLE SOBBING and shuts her eyes.)

(Babysitter) *frustrated*

You better have a good explanation for this. If you don’t, then another way in will do just fine. 

SMASH CUT TO:

EXT. AT A TREE OUTSIDE THE HOUSE

(THE BABYSITTER climbs up with one hand on the branches and another on her walkie-talkie. She complains as she struggles to reach the top.)

(Babysitter)

Tree climbing was obviously not on my list of “things I’d be doing in 1980s Midwest”. You know how much these threads cost, Laura? …Yes, I know it’s covered in my worker’s insurance—

  (THUNDER interrupts her as it shakes the tree. DISTANT LIGHTNING enhances the redness of the evening sky. She looks over her shoulder and sees the eerie atmosphere below her. Her eyes dart around as she processes the implications. LAURA’S VOICE breaks her stunned, silent trance.)

(Laura) *static V.O.*

Hello? Are you still there? 

(THE BABYSITTER shakes her head rapidly before answering.)

(Babysitter) *while climbing*

Yeah, I’m fine. I just don’t like the fact that the sky’s turning scarlet-red while I’m breaking in.

(Laura)

You’re not breaking in! You were invited here, remember? 

(THE BABYSITTER reaches a branch right outside one window. As Laura continues, our “robber” peaks inside. Behind the glass is a young boy’s room, where some young soul is crying his heart out.)

(Laura)

All to help one child finally get some sleep. It’ll help him when it’s time.

(Babysitter)

Time for what?

(LAURA doesn’t answer. THE BABYSITTER rolls her eyes and moves towards the shut window.)

INT. THE BOY’S ROOM

(Meanwhile, THE BOY is lying on the floor. His sobbing has quieted down now, but it hasn’t stopped. His window opens slowly. He refuses to open his eyes to see who it is. A shadow looms over him before a hand gently rocks him.)

(Female Voice) *softly*

Hey.

(THE BOY looks at her with one red eye. It’s THE BABYSITTER. He gingerly gets up and hobbles to his bed. THE BABYSITTER watches as he uses A GOLDEN TEDDYBEAR as his shield.)

(Babysitter)

I’m not gonna hurt ya! Calm down! …I’m your caretaker. The one that lady with the glasses must’ve told you about.

(THE BOY lowers the bear. He looks at the toy as if waiting for an answer. A chew-toy-like squeak makes his eyes light up. He raises his head and stares at the strange woman with curly hair. She rubs the back of her neck and smiles crookedly.)

(Babysitter) *shyly*

Yeah, sorry for the strange entrance. I was gonna come in through the door and introduce myself like a normal person, but it was locked.

(THE BOY hurries to the window, then shuts it. The sight of the red sky almost makes him start crying again. But, since there’s someone else, he tries to just sniffle. THE BABYSITTER, however, is quick to notice. She approaches him and puts a hand on his shoulder.)

(Babysitter)

Look, kid, I’m scared of that sky too. Who wouldn’t be? It’s so… dark and ominous. Unlike any sky I’ve ever seen.

(SHE gauges his response, then turns him to face her.)

(Babysitter)

How’s about I get you out of here? Would that help?

(THE BOY nods, holding his plush friend tightly. THE BABYSITTER walks to the door, pulls out a skeleton key from her pocket, then picks the lock. A click. The door opens. Without a single word, THE BOY rushes into the hallway with teddybear in tow.)

(Babysitter)

Hey! Remember to come back here for bed. That’s when my job really starts.

(THE BOY stops, looks behind, then nods with a faint smile. He descends the staircase, chatting it up with his beloved bear. THE BABYSITTER grins, only for another round of thunder to ruin her mood. She walks back into the room and looks around. She picks up a blue bunny toy from off the floor.)

(Babysitter)

If this storm keeps up, I’m gonna need a fluffy friend too.

(Her hands hold the toy by the waist, squishing it out of habit. She sighs as she shuts her eyes.)

(Babysitter)

I hope tonight’s not as bad as Laura’s been saying…

FADE TO:

THE BOY’S BEDROOM, PITCH-BLACK

(A ROUND BEAM OF LIGHT reveals the room. THE BABYSITTER sits on the bed while THE BOY noiselessly lies down on the other side. She moves her flashlight around, quietly talking to him.)

(Babysitter)

Okay, a couple minutes to midnight. How are you holding up?

(THE BOY turns his head, only to return to his original position. THE BABYSITTER mouths to herself while nodding. She moves the flashlight again.)

(Babysitter)

So, you mind if we give each other nicknames? You know, if we need to split up and use walkie-talkies?

  (A moment of silence. THE BOY gives a sign of affirmation.)

(Babysitter)

All right, cool. Now, um…

(THE WOMAN chuckles to herself, brushing back her mess of curls.)

(Babysitter)

My old high school nickname was “Bangles”, since I’d always wear ‘em for… reasons I don’t think I can sum up in a minute. But, for us, how’s about we shorten it to “Bangs”? 

(Unfortunately for them, A CLOCK CHIME sounds the hour. Midnight. “BANGS” shuts right up, straightening her posture. It’s time for work. Another scan around the room. Nothing… so far.)

(“Bangs”) *softly, to herself*

Huh.

(She scans around the room, flashlight in hand. First, peeking on and under the bed. Nothing. Then, she moves to the closet and peers in. Nothing. Finally, she pokes her head out the two exit doors. Nothing. Feeling confident, “BANGS” returns to the bed and settles in.)

(“Bangs”)

Looks like we’re set. No monsters, no sweat. So, how’s about that…?

(To her surprise, THE BOY has already fallen asleep. He snores quietly while she chuckles to herself. However, a hiss of radio static causes her to pick her guard back up. She goes back to checking one of the hallways, only to see nothing yet again. She shakes her head and shuts off her flashlight.)

TRANSITION TO:

THE BOY’S BEDROOM, TWO HOURS LATER

(A GRANDFATHER CLOCK chimes the hour. “BANGS” is now back in bed, moving her flashlight yet again. However, she appears to be bored or tired. Her head lowers slowly, only to jolt back up. Her eyes dart as she returns to a more alert posture. A LOW WHINING SOUND, LIKE A PIG, grows louder and louder. She points the flashlight at TWO RAGGED, BEAR CUB-LIKE creatures. As soon as the light shines on them, they FLOAT AWAY like ghostly puppets.)

(“Bangs”) *deeply puzzled*

What?

(She climbs out of bed and slowly checks the other exits. First, the closet. Nothing. Then, the doors. Still nothing. She shakes her head in confused dismay, only to hear that STRAINED WHINING again. Her flashlight shines on NOT TWO, BUT THREE CUBS. THEY FLY AWAY AGAIN, but it’s too late. SOMETHING ELSE IS BEHIND THE BED.)

POV SWITCH - THE THING BEHIND THE BED’S VIEW

(“WE”, the audience, loom over THE NOW WIDE-AWAKE BOY, as if ready to strike. A low snarl resounds in “OUR” ears. However, FAINT FOOTSTEPS catch “OUR” attention. “WE” turn to see BANGS approaching the bed. With removed shoe in hand, she CHUCKS IT right towards “our” head. “We” DODGE the makeshift weapon. The snarl intensifies as BANGS looks at “us” in horror. TWO RED LIGHTS grow in brightness. With a sudden burst of energy, WE POUNCE onto the bed and PICK her up as if to pummel her down to the ground. A FLASH OF BLUE interrupts, blinding and confusing who “WE’RE” supposed to be. All “WE” know is… SHE’S VANISHED.)

INT., NORMAL POV - LATE NIGHT, SOME DARK ROOM

(“BANGS” teleports through SOME TUBE-LIKE CHAMBER and fumbles out. She pants heavily, leaning against some command module.)

(Voice) *calm, collected*

I have to admit. I never thought you’d actually attack a Nightmare. Or, at least, try to. A valiant effort.

(“BANGS” looks up with a puzzled look on her face.)

(“Bangs”)

Are you saying we’re done already?

(THE OWNER OF THE VOICE walks over to the command module. AN OBSCURED HAND flips up a clear glass case.)

(Voice)

Only if you want us to be.

(“BANGS”’s eyes dart left and right. Her eyebrows furrow as she contemplates. She straightens up and brushes back any strands of loose hair.)

(“Bangs”)

If I quit now, will this affect my paycheck? A cut in the salary, maybe?

(Voice)

Nothing in the paycheck will change. …Well, save for some minor bonuses being subtracted. But that concern wasn’t something you put on your resume.

(“BANGS”’ eyelids lift. She turns around and paces in front of the machine. She stops. Her eyes focus on her informer.)

(“Bangs”)

I’ve gotta go back there.

(Voice)

For the bonuses?

(“BANGS” huffs and rolls her eyes.)

(“Bangs”) *quieter, annoyed*

No, I want to help the boy—

(Her pupils shrink as she realizes her mistake.)

(“Bangs”) *louder, more flustered*

Yeah, yeah! For the bonuses! I gotta go back to score those bonuses!

(She hurries back to THE CHAMBER. THE DOOR seals behind her as she gets into position.)

(Voice)

I’ll send you right back to where you were. I hope you know how to handle a robotic Grizzly.

(“BANGS” blinks as she gets into position.)

(“Bangs”)

So that’s what it was? Huh. At least that explains the cub-looking things it had with ‘im.

(LAURA shakes her head as she activates the machine. THE CHAMBER whirs to life as PULSATING BLUE LIGHT glows up the rest of the room. The vibrations reach a crescendo before everything GOES DARK.)

INT. THE BOY’S BEDROOM, A FEW SECONDS AFTER THE ATTACK

(THE BOY cowers under the covers as THE “GRIZZLY” gets ready to pounce. THE SOUND OF A WINDOW SLOWLY OPENING is heard, followed by RAPID, SCURRYING FOOTSTEPS. “BANGS” jumps onto the bed from off-screen. She SPRINGS up to her feet and PUTS ONE LEG up on the headboard. This all happens in a matter of seconds.)

(“Bangs”) *with gnashed teeth*

Let ‘im go, ya big bear!

(Unfortunately for her, the bear has practically vanished before she can even do anything. Undaunted, she points her flashlight towards the bed. No tiny bear gremlins. SHE climbs off the bed and lands onto the floor. THE BOY lifts the covers just enough for her to see. “BANGS” stops and looks at him. She adjusts her posture to make sure she’s at his eye level.)

(“Bangs”)

You good, kid?

(THE BOY nods. He says “thank you”, but “BANGS” still gently puts a finger to his mouth.)

(“Bangs”) *very quietly*

Shhh… Don’t wanna attract more of ‘em. Glad you’re safe, though.

(FOOTSTEPS thump down the LEFT HALL.)

(“Bangs”) 

Be right back. Stay here.

(“BANGS” approaches THE OPEN LEFT DOOR. She peers out into the dark, using HER FLASHLIGHT to see. A RABBIT-LIKE FIGURE tilts his head. “BANGS’” pupils shrink. She shuts off the flashlight and closes the door. FOOTSTEPS thump down the hall, rattling breathing grows closer and closer. “BANGS” shivers, but tries to keep it down. Thankfully, THE FOOTSTEPS move back down the hall. “BANGS” cautiously opens the door.)

(“Bangs”) *mouthing*

Okay, he’s gone.

(FOOTSTEPS on THE RIGHT. “BANGS” speedily crawls to the other door. She turns on the flashlight again. This time, it’s A… BIRD-LIKE CREATURE? Without any hesitation, “BANGS” turns off the light and slams the door. THE UNEVEN THUMPING happens again. More frail breathing nears the woman. This time, she’s a lot less unnerved. She bides her time until THE BIRD leaves. Then, she opens the door.)

(“Bangs”) *still mouthing*

Birdie’s gone too. Nice.

(THE PIG-LIKE SQUEALING returns. “BANGS” points her flashlight at the bed, causing the three cubs to fly away. Content with this action, OUR BABYSITTING DEFENDER creeps towards the foot of the bed. She settles into a semi-resting position. Her head gently thumps against the miniature footboard.)

(“BANGS”) *a little more audibly*

Might as well try to sleep without me, kid. This is gonna be a long night.

CUT TO:

INT. THE BOY’S BEDROOM, FLICKERING IN AND OUT LIKE A MALFUNCTIONING VHS RECORDING 

(The reason why it’s flickering is because WE’RE NOW SEEING A ROUGHLY-CUT MONTAGE OF THE NIGHT. Sometimes, it’s “BANGS” holding the closed door back from a nearby intruder. Other times, it’s the SQUEAlING TEDDYS flying away into the darkness. One particular clip has “BANGS” holding THE BOY’S PLUSH BEAR, only to drop it once she hears some low, static-y mumbling. Each time it cuts to black, however, there’s a time stamped on the bottom. 3:30 AM, 4:15 AM, 5 AM, etc. When the time reaches 5:59, however…)

INT. THE BOY’S BEDROOM, EARLY MORNING 

(AN ALARM CLOCK beeps, it’s red numbers flashing in the dark. THE BOY shuts off the alarm, then tiredly crawls back under the covers. “BANGS”, meanwhile, leans back against the footboard.)

(“Bangs”)

Okay, kid, you’ve CLEARLY had your nap-time tonight. Now, c’mon and get ready for school or whatever you do. 

(THE BOY sits up, stretches his arms, then climbs out of bed. He picks up HIS TEDDY and walks to THE RIGHT DOOR. Before he shuts it, however, he says one last “thank you” to his obviously worn-out babysitter. As soon as he leaves, there’s a brief moment of quiet… Until faint music reaches “BANGS’” LEFT EAR. Disgruntled, she gets up on her feet and back into the LEFT SIDE OF THE UPSTAIRS HALL. She gives a puzzled look at the house’s layout, but shrugs it off. What she DOESN’T shrug off, however, is THE RECORD PLAYER placed on a table right outside ANOTHER BEDROOM’S SLIGHTLY OPEN DOOR.)

(“Bangs”) *to herself, miffed*

Who in their right mind uses Swan Lake to wake up in the morning? 

(With a scoff, “BANGS” moves the PLAYER’S NEEDLE to the side. THE RECORD spins, but no sound comes out. She nods her head in grumpy satisfaction, then makes her way downstairs.)

INT. DOWNSTAIRS LIVING ROOM

(“BANGS” lies down on the couch and takes out her walkie-talkie. With a press of a button, she announces how her night went.)

(“Bangs”)

Good news: The boy’s made it through Night One. Bad news: I’m tired, I’m hungry, and… I might have to go to the bathroom, if I’m not dehydrated from all that running.

(Static breaks the silence. LAURA’S VOICE comes through.)

(Laura)

Great job! …About the boy, anyway. Sounds like you’ve got some stuff to do before you go to bed.

(“Bangs”)

Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ll get breakfast at some downtown diner.

(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS fumble down the stairs. “BANGS” gives a nonchalant wave towards THE FIGURE as it rushes past off-screen. As soon as the front door slams, “BANGS” turns on the walkie-talkie again.)

(“Bangs”)

Dunno if you caught any of that, but I think the kid’s dad just ran out the front door. Guessin’ he’s late for work.

(Laura)

Wouldn’t surprise me, really.

(“Bangs”)

I hope he’s not the one who set up a vinyl of Swan Lake as an alarm. I don’t mind classical music, but it’s kinda tacky, y’know?

(Laura)

…Which part of the ballet was it on?

(“BANGS” tilts her head, clicking her tongue. Then she presses the button again.)

(“Bangs”)

I dunno, I just thought that it sounded like Swan Lake. I guess the first song, since it just started up outta nowhere.

(Laura)

Well, if it’s the prologue, then I understand why that’d be a good alarm for someone in the ‘80s.

(“BANGS” rolls her eyes, bobbles her head in a mocking manner, then holds down the button.)

(“Bangs”)

Anyways, I’m gonna lie here for a couple of minutes. “Savor my peace and quiet”, and all that stuff.

(Laura)

Have a nice rest… Hmm… What’s the nickname you used last night? I’m sure you made one up on the spot.

(“Bangs”)

“Bangs”, Laura. Like “Bangles”, but more cool.

(A STIFLED LAUGH crackles through the static. “BANGS” rests her head on the arm of the couch. She lifts the walkie-talkie to her chin.)

(“Bangs”)

Whatever, Laura. I still think it sounds cool, so I’m keeping it. Talk to ya later.

(Laura) *jokingly*

See you later, “Bangs”.

(“BANGS” lets her hand fall to her side. She sighs deeply before getting settled in. At long last. Some nice peace and quiet…)

#current wip #script preview #fan project #fnaf 4 #veronica dodd #laura keighley #crying child #youtube miniseries #very long post

[donttalkaboutmemes]

Mulan (1998) Lyric Meme

Under the cut you will find 80+ lyrics from the 1998 version of Mulan to use for your enjoyment!      

Honor To Us All 1.      “This is what you give me to work with? Well, honey, I’ve seen worse.”

2.      “We are gonna turn this sow’s ear into a silk purse.”

3.      “We’ll have you washed and dried, primped and polished til you glow with pride.”

4.      “Trust my recipe for instant bride.”

5.      “You’ll bring honor to us all.”

6.      “Wait and see, when we’re through boys will gladly go to war for you.”

7.      “A girl can bring her family great honor in one way.”

8.      “Men want girls with good taste.”

9.      “We all must serve our emperor who guards us from the Huns. A man by bearing arms, a girl by bearing sons.”

10.   “When we’re through, you can’t fail.”

11.   “How could any fellow say no sale?”

12.   “Now add a cricket just for luck and even you can’t blow it.”

13.   “Ancestors, hear my plea. Help me not to make a fool of me.”

14.   “Keep my father standing tall.”

15.   “Scarier than the undertaker we are meeting our matchmaker.”

16.   “Please look kindly on these cultured pearls.”

17.   “Please bring honor to us all.”

 Reflection

18.   “Look at me, I will never past for a perfect bride or a perfect daughter.”

19.   “Can it be I’m not meant to play this part?”

20.   “Now I see that if I were truly to be myself, I would break my family’s heart.”

21.   “Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me?”

22.   “Why is my reflection someone I don’t know.”

23.   “Somehow I cannot hide who I am, though I’ve tried.”

24.   “When will my reflection show who I am inside?”

 Make A Man Out Of You

25.   “Lets get down to business to defeat the Huns.”

26.   “Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons?”

27.   “You’re the saddest bunch I ever met, but you can bet before we’re through, Mister I’ll make a man out of you.”

28.   “Once you find your center, you are sure to win.”

29.   “You’re a spineless, pale, pathetic lot and you haven’t got a clue.”

30.   “Somehow I’ll make a man out of you.”

31.   “I’m never gonna catch my breath.”

32.   “Say goodbye to those who knew me.”

33.   “Boy was I a fool in school for cutting gym.”

34.   “This guy’s got ‘em scared to death.”

35.   “Hope he doesn’t see right through me.”

36.   “Now I really wish that I knew how to swim.”

37.   “We must be swift as a coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon.”

38.   “Heed my every order and you might survive.”

39.   “You’re unsuited for the rage of war. So pack up, go home. You’re through.”

40.   “How could I make a man out of you?”

 A Girl Worth Fighting For

41.   “For a long time we’ve been marching into battle.”

42.   “In our thundering herd, we feel a lot like cattle.”

43.   “Like the pounding beat, our aching feet aren’t easy to ignore.”

44.   “Think of instead a girl worth fighting for.”

45.   “I want her paler than the moon with eyes that shine like stars.”

46.   “My girl will marvel at my strength, adore my battle scars.”

47.   “I couldn’t care less what she’ll wear or what she looks like. It all depends on what she cooks like beef, pork, chicken.”

48.   “Bet the local girls thought you were quite the charmer.”

49.   “I’ll bet the ladies love a man in armor.”

50.   “You can guess what we have missed the most since we went off to war.”

51.   “My girl will think I have no faults.”

52.   “How ‘bout a girl who’s got a brain who always speaks her mind?”

53.   “My manly ways and turn of phrase are sure to thrill her.”

54.   “He thinks he’s such a lady-killer.”

55.   “I’ve a girl back home who’s unlike any other.”

56.   “The only girl who’d love him is his mother.”

57.   “When we come home in victory, they’ll line up at the door.”

 True To Your Heart

58.   “I knew at once that you were meant for me.”

59.   “Deep in my soul I know that I’m your destiny.”

60.   “Don’t think so much. Let your heart decide.”

61.   “I see your future and it’s tied to mine.”

62.   “I look in your eyes and see you searching for a sign.”

63.   “You’ll never fall til you let go.”

64.   “Don’t be so scared of what you don’t know.”

65.   “You must be true to your heart.”

66.   “That’s when the heavens will part and shower you with my love.”

67.   “Open your eyes. Your heart can tell you no lies.”

68.   “When you’re true to your heart, I know it’s gonna lead you straight to me.”

69.   “Someone you know is on your side can set you free.”

70.   “I can do that for you if you believe in me.”

71.   “Why second guess what feels so right?”

72.   “Just trust your heart and you’ll see the light!”

73.   “Your heart knows what’s good for you.”

74.   “Let your heart show you the way.”

75.   “My heart is driving me to where you are.”

76.   “You won’t get lost with your heart to guide you.”

77.   “When things are getting crazy and you don’t know where to start, keep on believing.”

  Reflection (single)

78.   “You may think you see who I really am, but you’ll never know me.”

79.   “Every day it’s as if I play a part.”

80.   “If I wear a mask, I can fool the world, but I cannot fool my heart.”

81.   “I am now in a world where I have to hide my heart and what I believe in.”

82.   “Somehow I will show the world what’s inside my heart and be loved for who I am.”

83.   “Must I pretend that I’m someone else for all time.”

84.   “There’s a heart that must be free to fly that burns with a need to know the reason why.”

85.   “Why must we all conceal what we think, how we feel?”

86.   “Must there be a secret me that I’m forced to hide?”

87.   “I won’t pretend that I’m someone else for all time.”

#rp meme #roleplay meme #lyric meme #disney meme #mulan