#the places i see in my dreams are so unbelievably beautiful and strange

[cozymoko]

I seen your anime list and found out you do vampire knight can you do yandere platonic with kuran family? With dimension hopping darling ? She haven't seen the series and just think of them as random cosplayee stuck in snow?

YANDERE PLATONIC KANAME KURAN

Synopsis: Isekai child reader relives a day inside the yandere Kuran household. But thinks it's all a dream.

P.S — sorry if this is all over the place, I started losing my mind mid thing.

Pairing: Kuran family x fem! child reader

Format: Mini scenario, 2nd person

Word count: 1.9k

WARNING(S): Yandere themes

This was not your home.

It couldn't be. 

No, not here. 

You were sitting on a long leather couch, one of many that were placed evenly across the room. A chandelier dangled above you, emitting a soft, golden light upon your seated figure. 

It was clear this was someone else's memory, even so, your ability to move surprised you. 

You started at the warm cup of tea resting in your hands, dazed and bits of fatigue flickering across your expression. Your polished shoes just barely reached the marble flooring which just didn't seem right. 

Instinctively, you take one hand from the cup, examining yourself further. Your hands were small, much smaller than you'd remembered. And so were your legs; short and just barely reaching the floor. Who's goddamn legs were these? 

“[Name], are you alright?” You jumped at the deep, sultry voice, lifting your eyes to meet the concerned gaze of the man towering over you. 

You thanked the gods for it being your mother tongue, but even so, his words proved to be a bit foreign. They weren't exactly modern or anything like the dramas that consumed the media of your world. It reminded you of the nobles that filled the old books back in Tokyo, but even their speech wasn't this strange.

You nod your head, slowly, as though you were unsure. The man didn't look too convinced before he took a seat at your side. His chocolate hair was brushed neatly to the back though just barely passing his ears. He adorned a blue silk button-up with a beige trench coat draped over his broad shoulders. 

He didn't seem convinced. 

“Father, what's the matter? Why're you watching her so closely?”

A lean figure emerged from the shadows as though he was a part of them. He was a replica of the man whom he called "father", but mildly shorter with hair that reached the back of his neck. 

" Kaname," He started, his gaze not once leaving you. "I'm afraid that [Name] may be Ill, it's not like her to just stare off into space like this.“

" I see..."

Am I not here? Can I not speak for myself? 

You parted your lips in hopes of saying your piece, hit alas you were interrupted by the loud patters of feet coming your way. 

A young girl sprinted to your side, successfully beating what you assumed to be her older brother to the couch. She clung to your arm, snuggling into the thick fabric of your sweater. Jovial giggles bubbled in her throat as she held you unbelievably tight. 

“Now, Yuki, if [Name] truly does feel unwell you mustn't smother them.” Kaname scolded, gently tugging the young girl from your side. A deep look of displeasure flashed across his eyes but only for a moment as he reached to adjust your wrinkled clothes. 

Yuki pouted rather childishly, yet her shame was evident in her round eyes. “Sorry big sister! Please don't be upset.”

Upset? You nearly snorted, just what was there to be upset over? It was as though your questions were answered when you met his gaze, laced with envy and slight disappointment.  Oh, so this guy's a jealous one, huh? 

If you had to guess, he'd rather be him bruh in your arms than her.

Pfft, just how old was this guy anyways?

You were hardly given the time to marvel over your thoughts before a decently tall woman emerged from a cracked door to your right.

"My poor baby!” She cried out. “You hardly get sick, what's the matter?”

God damn, did you even have models this beautiful in your world? You doubt it. Her long hair descended her back with a few strands framing her slim face. She reached out and gently touched your cheek, her fingers as light as a feather. 

“Mother I'm fine, I promise.”

The words slipped through your lips before you knew it, almost like second nature as you gently removed the woman's hand from your unnaturally cold skin. 

“May I get some fresh air? Maybe that'll help me.”

The troubled looks on their faces rendered you silent — guilty even. 

Your lips shut as fast as they had opened, your body shifting uncomfortably under their prying eyes. Something about their looks made you feel off, as though they wanted to tear you limb by limb to keep you from escaping. 

“Sorry...” You whispered, wishing desperately to get out of this situation. “I'll just go to sleep early I suppose. Ka...name, can you take me?”

That's right, you didn't know where your room was, and seeing as you were somewhat in control of this body it was much-needed information. That man's name felt bitter on your tongue like forbidden fruit hanging from a sacred tree, you had almost forgotten it, thankfully you had not. 

Nonetheless, he looked more than just a little happy to escort you. Maybe a bit too much for your liking. His eyes glistened in mild admiration and he reminded you of a prince in an eerie sense. 

How fucking old are you anyway? I mean, he hadn't suspected a thing! 

“Follow me closely, you seem to enjoy getting lost in these halls.” He chuckled. 

Welp, that answers your question. 

You tailed him like a lost puppy, just barely standing inches from his feet. You touch your lips, feeling the sharp fang nearly poking from them. So I must be one of them too? What kind of sick joke is this? 

You look up at the concealed back of your "brother", listening to the soft clicks of your shoes as they mingled in the halls. His eyes glanced behind him ever so often to make sure you were still there. And you were sure he noticed you staring. 

So are all of these people into cosplaying? 

“Rest well,” He whispered, his warm breath faintly grazing your forehead before giving it a tender kiss. “You gave us quite the scare.”

Kaname ushered you into the room, not the slightest bit put off by your quietness. You weren't tired, you had just woken up. And yet a wave of fatigue has washed over you like a raging tsunami, your body staggered its way to the shelter mattress almost instinctively before you collapsed. 

The darkness was short-lived. 

Your fatigue is gone. 

Your eyes shoot open, but not as your doing. 

The scene changed. 

Your clothes were different. 

You were drawn to believe you were in another cliche as your clothes had indicated. Still formal with a Victorian touch. You could hardly collect your thoughts before they were (rudely) interrupted once more. 

“My child, please forgive me for I love you dearly...” A voice lamented. 

The woman this body called "mom" had kneeled before you. Her face was saturated in deep rogue, its tempting, metallic aroma wafting at your nose. She trembled, holding you tightly in your arms as though she was afraid to let you go. 

You felt restricted and scared. 

Your breathing was delayed. 

Your heart hammered against your ribcage. 

You wanted out of this situation now and there was no denying it. 

“Mother, w...what are you doing?” That wasn't you, but you were no less curious than the child who said it. 

Her lightly chapped lips made contact with your forehead. A chaste yet tender kiss goodbye to what it seemed to be. She gripped your shoulders in a possessive manner as though she didn't want to let go. 

An aching pain drummed against your head. If not for your mother's presence you were sure you would collapse. It felt like you were being torn limb from limb — bit by bit — piece by piece. Your vision blurred significantly, causing you to lean on her chest. 

Her crazed eyes stared back at you, sad and yet confident. She wished to care for you even after death but she knew it'd be selfish of her. 

“I love you so much.” She smiled. “Even if you don't remember me.”

All you could see is black. 

The warmth is gone. 

You're cold, so terribly cold. 

It was biting. 

And you had begun to feel numb. 

What was happening now? 

Drowning you in a thick blanket of ice. Pale white butterflies descended from above before disappearing in the snow. You would have found them beautiful if not for the circumstances. 

The shitty, unlikely circumstances. 

You hugged your short legs to your chest in a pitiful attempt to regain warmth. You had still inhabited the body of a child. Yet your lack of mobility proved to be a greater nuisance than the cold itself. The jade puffer coat draped over your shoulders had already deemed itself useless.

You were hopeless. 

Lost. 

Confused. 

Scared. 

Hopeless. 

Hopeless. 

Hopeless—! 

Amidst the unforgiving blizzard stood a man. Flecks of snow zipped across your vision so much that you could not see. 

“You smell delicious...“ The man slurred, slowly staggering towards you. “Give me...your blood...”

It hadn't registered at first. You had merely thought he was drunk out of his mind and nothing more. You shook your head, pushing your body further from the deranged man. Another action that wasn't of your doing. 

You involuntarily shivered under his deranged expression. You swore at the circumstances, the feelings you were experiencing. The atmosphere no longer felt light and airy as it did in the manor, you felt more alive. You could practically feel the blood coursing through your veins and it scared you even more than you could've imagined. 

“I said...give me your blood—Ack!”

Right, you'd almost forgotten about him. 

In one blink his body had met the ground. Streams of blood-forming an unruly puddle beneath him. You scoffed; served him right. But fear has swelled within you once more in such unforeseen circumstances. 

Who killed him?

Your strangely heightened senses no longer surprised you as you peer up to greet your savior. His eyes were all too familiar beside the rouge that swam through them. The warm chocolate color was no more as his eyes mimicked the blood dripping at his fingertips. 

“[Name],” The man sighed in great relief. “must you always worry me so much?”

The previous events left your mind hazy and even blurred. As you soon recognized this man to be your brother, Kaname. You run your tongue across your lips, jumping at the absence of the pointed fangs you'd once had. 

“Oh my, you must be terrified right now. My mistake, I didn't want things to happen this way.” He reached out, gently caressing your cheek with his clean hand. His slender fingers felt like needles against your numb skin. 

“If only I'd made it earlier. Perhaps I could have saved you from such unnecessary trauma.”

You snorted. Yeah, maybe. 

“Come now. I'll take you to somewhere safe." He whispered, reaching a hand out to you. “I won't allow anyone to hurt you again.”

You grab his hand, stubby fingers tangled within his own. You despised that warmth it brought you; the solace, the security. But what choice did you have? You were lost with nowhere to go. 

Your "life" had just flashed before your eyes. Those memories were not anyone else's but your own. They were vampires, all of them including yourself. And it was evident that the man immersed in the snow had wanted you dead. 

The pain you experienced with your "mom."

The crazed looks in their eyes. 

The excessive isolation. 

The blood staining his pale fingers. 

It was all too real. 

That's when you realized...

This wasn't a fucking joke.

#—🍁 #x reader #yandere x darling #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere scenarios #platonic yandere #slight yandere #kaname kuran #kuran family #kaname kuran x reader #vampire knight #vampire knight headcanons #yandere x y/n

[neomedievalist]

super normal behavior to see a book review you don’t like and then stalk all of that persons other reviews and social media

―――――When I came to, I was in a burning field. I guess there was a big fire. The familiar town had turned to ashes and it looked like the remains of a battlefield from a movie. ―――But that didn't last long either. The fire had died down by the time the sun rose. The tall wall of flame had shortened, and most of the buildings had fallen. …It felt strange, being the only thing in that place that still had its original form. I was the only one still alive around here. I must have been really lucky, or my house was built in a very lucky spot. I don't know which it was, but the point is, I was the only one left alive. I felt that since I survived, I should live on. I started walking aimlessly, because I thought it would be dangerous just to stay there. I wasn't really concerned about getting burned up like the people lying around me. …Probably because, over and above not wanting to be like them, I had a stronger feeling in my mind. But still, I had no hope. It was already a wonder I was still alive, so I couldn't expect to be saved. I won't survive. Whatever happens, I won't be able to escape from this red world. It was such an absolute hell that even a small child could understand it. And I collapsed. Was it because there was no air? Was it because no function was left in my body?

Anyway, I collapsed and stared up at the clouded sky. Everything around me was burned up and I could see many shriveled people. The dark clouds loomed overhead, telling me it would rain soon. …That's good. The fire will be put out once it rains. In the end, I sighed deeply and looked up at the sky. I say to myself that it hurts. I say so on behalf of all the people who couldn't even say so. ―――That was ten years ago. After that, I was miraculously saved. My body survived. But I think all the other things about me burned up and were reduced to ashes. If you take away a child's parents, home, and all such things, there's nothing left for him. That's why there was only my body. I think it's a simple story. In other words, in order to let my body live… My heart died. ―――――――――I'm dreaming. "――――Huh!?" I squint my eyes at the white light. "So bright", I think. It was just light entering my eyes when I woke up, but I'm not used to it. I probably didn't even understand what the bright light meant. "Huh?" When my eyes focus, I'm surprised. I'm lying on an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room. I'm surprised, but the room is so white and clean that I feel safe. "…Where am I?" I look around. The room is big and there are many beds. A person is in each bed, and everyone seems to be hurt.

But nothing feels ill in this room. Everyone who's hurt is someone who was saved. "――――" I relax and let my eyes wander. ――――Outside the window, The bright blue sky was unbelievably beautiful. After a few days, I finally understood. I could clearly remember what had happened in the past few days. Even so, I was no different from a newborn baby. Not just a metaphor, it was close to the truth. Anyway, it was a terrible fire. I had been saved from it, was in the hospital with my body wrapped in bandages, and my parents were gone. I didn't get the situation, but I vaguely understood that I was alone. I think I understood quickly. …Well, there was nothing but children in similar situations around me, so all I could do was absorb the fact. ―――And after that. That man came, right when I was beginning to worry what would happen to me next. He came on the day my bandages were taken off and I was able to eat without help. Wrinkled coat and uncombed hair. The man, a bit younger than the doctor, felt more like a big brother than a father. "Hello. You must be Shirou-kun." A smile that seems to melt into the white sunlight. I think it was a suspicious voice, but a very kind voice. "I'll ask you directly. Which would you prefer? To go to an orphanage, or to be adopted by this man you've never seen before?" That man was saying he could adopt me. When I asked him if he was a relative of mine, he said he was just a stranger.

…He looked like an unreliable guy with no future. But it made no difference, as I knew nothing about either one: him or the orphanage. So I decided to go with him. "I see, that's good. Get ready quickly, then. You should get used to your new place as fast as you can." The guy quickly started packing my stuff. His packing wasn't very good, even in the eyes of a child. Then, after making a big mess… "Oh, I forgot to mention something important. I have to tell you one thing before you come with me. Is that okay?" He turns to me lightheartedly and says, "Yeah. To start off with, I'm a sorcerer." He says it in a serious, exaggerated tone. It happened in an instant. Come to think of it now, I was really a child back then. I automatically believed those words. "―――Wow, you're awesome." I guess I said so with bright eyes. Since that time, I became his child. Actually, I don't remember what I said back then. But my father would always talk about that day. He would remember and retell the story again and again. So for my father, Emiya Kiritsugu, that might have been the happiest day of his life. …So. I guess it was strange for my father to tell me that he was a sorcerer, but I was strange as well for admiring that. And thus, I became an adopted son, and my last name became Emiya. Emiya Shirou.

When I said my name, I was really proud of having the same last name as Kiritsugu. …I'm dreaming. A story from my childhood. It was when I finally convinced my father to make me his student, so it must have been about eight years ago. When I was old enough to stay at home by myself, Kiritsugu started to leave the house on a regular basis. He would say in his normal tone that he would "travel the world", and he began to act on these words. That's how it was after that. It was normal for him to leave the house empty for a month, and he sometimes wouldn't come home for half a year. The Emiya house is a big Japanese-style house, and Kiritsugu and I were the only ones living there. I was perplexed in this house at times, as it was too big for a child. But still, I liked my life here. Emiya Kiritsugu would come home from his journeys and tell me lots of stories like a child. And the child who shared his last name would be at home waiting for those stories. I was always alone in the house, but that loneliness would all fade with the stories he brought back. ―――The father who was always chasing his dreams like a kid. His attitude was astounding, but he always seemed dazzling to me. That might be why I wanted to be like him someday. …Well, on top of that…. Looking at my ever-dreaming father, I felt I should become reliable myself―――― …I hear a sound. I hear a heavy, old, rusty sound as the door opens. Light enters the dark shed. "――――Uh."

My mind, waking up… "Senpai, are you awake?" …Feels the cold air and the approaching footsteps. "…Mm. Good morning, Sakura." "Ah, yes. Good morning, Senpai." Sakura smiles and nods as if accustomed to this situation.

"Senpai, it's morning already. You have some more time, but Fujimura-sensei will get mad if you stay asleep here."

"Oh… you're right. Thanks for coming to wake me up." "It's no problem at all. You're always up so early. I can only come and wake you up like this occasionally." …? Sakura seems more upbeat than usual today as if she's happy about something. "…Really? I think you wake me up quite often. Though, Fuji-Nee always hits me to wake me up, so I'd rather have you wake me up… Well, I'll try harder next time." …I answer her with a sleepy head. I don't know what I'm saying with my mind not fully awake. "All right. But I'm happier when you don't try." Sakura is giggling. …Gah, I guess my head was still dozing and I said something weird. "―――Give me a second, I'll wake up." Taking a deep breath, I clear up my mind. The cold outdoor air helps in situations like this. The chill works well to beat the sleepiness out of my head. …In front of me is Matou Sakura, my junior at school. This place is a shed behind my house, and the time is six o'clock. "…Senpai?" ;//splitted "Yeah, I'm awake now. Sorry, I guess I did it again.[l] I have to help you cook breakfast too."

"It's fine. You were up late last night again, right? So you should take your time in the morning. I'll get breakfast ready." Sakura says so in a happy tone. …It's unusual. Sakura really seems to be in a good mood this morning. "I can't let you do that. I'll get up right now, so let's go to the kitchen together." "All right, I'm all set. Let's go, Sakura." "Ah… um, Senpai…" "Hm? What, is something wrong?" "No, it's nothing, but… I think you should change before you go back to the house." "―――Oh." That said, I look down at myself. I fell asleep while I was working, so I'm still wearing my overalls.

Being my work clothes, they're pretty dirty. I can't imagine what Fuji- Nee would say to me if I went into the house like this.

"Ugh… I guess I'm not awake yet. I'm a bit out of it this morning." "That could be. So you rest here for a bit and I'll take care of breakfast. And you know, if you keep this place a mess, Fujimura-Sensei will get mad at you." "…You're right. I'll go after I get changed. You go on ahead." "Yes, I'll be waiting, Senpai." Sakura leaves. Well. I have to change into my school uniform and clear up this mess. The shed is built on the edge of our yard, and just as it seems, it's a warehouse we put all our junk in. But for me, it's a place of treasures as I've enjoyed messing with things since I was a kid. Father didn't allow me to go into the shed, but I always sneaked in here. As a result, it became my base. For me, Emiya Shirou, I guess you could call this place my real room.

The big Emiya household doesn't suit me, and I can only relax in this space full of junk. "…Besides, it's a waste. Even if it's junk, you can still use it." Most of the things in here are appliances that can't be used any more. Did I bring all the junk in here because I liked the place, or did I come to like it here because of all the junk? Anyway, since I was always sneaking in here, it became my hobby to fix the broken things. It's not like I get attached to things. I think it just annoys me not to use things that can still be used. And just like that, I was fixing up this stove all last night. "…I guess I'll finish this tomorrow. It seems I don't have enough concentration, seeing how I fell asleep halfway." I shake off the feeling of disappointment in myself. I gather up the parts of the stove and put them on the shelf full of things waiting to be fixed. There are no spaces on this shelf full of things awaiting repair. An old VCR awaits after the stove. …I guess I'll ignore the fact that Fuji-Nee broke both of them. "…All right." I change into my uniform. This place is like my room, and it holds changes of clothes along with other things I need. It also has lots of blueprints and junk, the result of failures from when I do my training. There's also some kind of old design inscribed on the floor, like an altar or something. "―――Well, let's get today started." Clapping my hands in prayer to the shed, I head for the house. I emerge from the shed. The Emiya house is a Japanese-style house on the outskirts of town. My father wasn't much of a respected person in town, but he somehow still had this huge house.

That on its own is a mystery, but it also seems he didn't have any relatives in Japan. That's why the house became mine and no one else's when my father died. Though, to be honest, I don't have that kind of management ability. Old Man Fujimura is in charge of complicated things like inheritance and property taxes. Old Man Fujimura is the big landlord in this neighborhood. According to Father, "the old man's like a yakuza boss". Of course, this is just prejudice. He's not "like" a yakuza boss, he "is" a yakuza boss. "……" Well, that's a problem in itself, but I prefer to ignore it. It's certainly true that he's energetic and scary, but he's actually not that bad a person. It really helps me as he pays a lot when I tune-up the motorcycle he likes to ride. Anyway, that's why I'm the only one living in this big house. It's been five years since Father died. The days have passed quickly. I sigh, thinking about how much I've grown in those five years. I've trained every day to be like Kiritsugu, but it's not that easy in reality. It's natural because I had no talent to begin with, but what can be said about having no improvement at all in five years? To sum up the present in one sentence, my goal is so far away that I'm not even at the starting line yet. "―――――――" No, I guess it won't do any good to rush. For now, I have to do what I can. Well then. Right now, I should go and finish my daily routine. The Emiya house has a big dojo.

It was built when the house was built. It was only intended as a hobby, so the dojo wasn't built for any particular purpose. "――――Well." I'll warm up a bit before breakfast. I'm not really studying martial arts, but since Father told me "if you want to be like me, you'll have to train your body first", it became my daily routine to work out. "…Ninety-nine, one hundred…" I finish my routine sit-ups and change out of my gi into my uniform. I slept in this morning, so I cut short of my workout. Some sit-ups with no stretching should be enough. I'm not the kind to build up a lot of muscle, and it's not like I want to get into a fight. All I need is enough athletic ability to handle sudden accidents, and to move as I wish when I have to. After all, the thing I want to become is the complete opposite of an athlete. "…Oh, this late already?" I put the sweaty gi into the laundry basket. It's 6:20. In our house, even this is a late time for breakfast. Breakfast is already prepared.

#long post

[baejl]

dancing fools

ateez 9th member au

moon helps san with his insecurities

WARNINGS: this is set earlier on their debut, so that’s why they’re a bit strange to each other. as we almost never talk about moon and san’s relation, I thought it’d be a fun way to show how they got close and how it turned into the beautiful friendship we have. hope you like it! 

masterlist ☾ requests are open feedback is always important to me!

Getting in the dance room, Moon was welcomed by Pirate King, ATEEZ's debut song, and San rehearsing his part alone. As their debut was getting closer, they had this week off to focus more on themselves and get mentally ready for the radical change their lives would go through.

Maybe, just like her, San didn't have anywhere else to go to relax.

Everything was still new to Moon, even though it has been over two months since the news of her debut. The fact that in less than one year she's finally going to be able to call herself an 'idol' scared and made her excited at the same time.

Moon didn't even realise she stood by the door, watching San giving his everything on the dance break. Not until he noticed her presence and completely stopped dancing.

"Oh!" he said, with his arm still on the step pose. "Y-You're here."

"Good morning!" Moon beamed at him, walking to the leather couch to place her backpack there. "Do you mind if I join you? I'm literally going to freak out if I stay five more minutes alone at the dorm."

Moon walked closer to San and started stretching her arms. Pirate King had a tough and energetic choreography. There wasn't a single day she danced that she wasn't physically exhausted.

"Actually," San cleared his throat. "I was about to leave."

Before he even ended his answer, he turned his back to Moon and started to gather his stuff around the room.

"What?" Moon questioned, frowning, still staring at his back. "Why?!"

San took some time to answer her.

"I'm… hungry." he simply said but still didn't face her.

Moon puffed and kept her stretching routine.

"You know we've been living together, right? There's no need to lie to me." she told him, now stretching her legs.

She said it in such a genuine way that it made San stop moving before touching the doorknob.

"I'm not lying to you, Moon." he finally faced her, still not looking her in the eyes. His cheeks were red, and he tried to focus on everything but Moon. "I'm just hungry."

Moon sighed and got up, rubbing her hands to get the dirt off her hand.

"Okay, oppa." she kindly said, placing her hands on her hips. "Let's pretend I believe that you would still leave if I hadn't got here."

San opened his mouth, trying to get a plausible argument to answer her, but he knew there wasn't anything he could say to deny the truth.

"See? I knew it!" Moon said, shrugging. "It's okay, oppa. Have a good meal."

"No, that's not it." San denied, waving his hand, getting closer to Moon. The girl looked at him and arched her eyebrow at him. "I don't like to rehearse my part whenever there's someone else around."

Now, the shocked one was Moon - that stopped whatever she was doing to look at him with an unbelieving face.

"You're kidding, right?" Moon asked. Not having an answer, she asked again. "Right?"

San puffed and placed his bag on the floor, sighing. At that point, Moon could even say he was fighting back his tears, and she started feeling a bit guilty.

"I hate it that I'm not as good as you and the other members. I'm always a walking last-place medal." he said with a sad smile. "I don't even know if people are going to like me."

Moon pouted.

For the little she could tell about San, Moon knew he used to demand a lot of himself, especially when it came to dancing, but she honestly thought he was just a bit too perfectionist. Knowing that all of that insecurity was probably the result of many people telling him that made her heart break.

Being a trainee isn't an easy thing. Being told you're not good enough face to face isn't something you dream of or like. And unfortunately, the mentors and teachers see trainees as some type of robot, ready to be programmed, and not humans with feelings. And, Moon knew better than anyone how the other trainees could use that in their favour.

"Oh…" Moon tried to think about what to say next. "I'm so, so sorry if I was too indelicate. I didn't want to make you feel bad."

"Don't pity me, Moon." San said, rolling his eyes and scoffing. "The last thing I need is someone telling me things that aren't true."

"Then why do you listen to whoever says you're not good enough?" Moon snapped back. "Because, I'm sorry, oppa, but you can't expect me to believe you really think this about yourself."

"How not to think when everyone tells you the same thing?" he asked with a trembling voice. "I'm not good enough, Moon. I know it, and it's okay. I just really want you to keep this whole situation a secret. I don't need the boys lying to me too."

"I'm not pitying you." Moon said, after some long seconds in silence. "But I'm trying to help you. It's not okay to let people, especially the ones who aren't happy for you, tell you who you are. You're not bad, oppa, and you're certainly not ugly at all."

San blushed even more if that was possible.

"And, if it makes you a bit more comfortable, you're not the only one who's insecure." she bumped their shoulders.

He giggled and shook his head.

"You're definitely not the one. You always look so fierce and strong."

"You're right, I look, but I'm not." Moon joked, and San finally smiled. "Let's say I can just fake a bit better than the others."

The boy sighed, trying to decide on what to do.

If he gets out and does not face this obstacle, he doesn't know if he'd ever get this opportunity again, and Moon was so empathic with him.

But, the thought of just going back to the dorm and hiding seemed so tempting.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going to dance a bit." Moon announced, heading to put on a song to warm up.

"Okay. I'm staying." San said with a small smile. "But, please, don't tell the boys about my… thing. Not even Wooyoung knows about it."

Moon zipped her mouth shut and pretended to throw the key away. They laughed at her childish action, and Moon took San, dragging him to the middle of the room.

"Now, let's dance insecurity away!"

#ateez #ateez 9th member #9th member of ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez san #choi san #ateez san imagines #ateez san scenarios #kpop!au #KPop!Idol #kpop!oc #kpop!addition #female!idol #female!oc #female!addition #female!kpop #idol!oc #idol!au #idol!addition #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions

[sevikasangel]

Not a fic request, just curious - Which Lana songs do u associate with each of the Arcane milfs?

♡ ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ ᴍɪʟꜰꜱ ᴀꜱ ʟᴅʀ ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ + ʙᴏɴᴜꜱ ♡

𝐚/𝐧: i 💗 u, anon. also, i chose the song from their s.o's perspective of them. :3

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: grayson, camille ferros, cassandra, ambessa, sevika, renata (bonus - vi, samira, vayne). ~ wlw

ɢʀᴀʏꜱᴏɴ: ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ 💗

it's you, it's you, it's all for you

everything i do

i tell you all the time

heaven is a place on earth with you

tell me all the things you wanna do

i heard that you like the bad girls

honey, is that true?

it's better than i ever even knew

they say that the world was built for two

only worth living if somebody is loving you

and, baby, now you do

[...]

he holds me in his big arms

drunk and i am seeing stars

this is all i think of

watchin' all our friends fall

in and out of old paul's

this is my idea of fun

playin' video games

ᴄᴀᴍɪʟʟᴇ: ᴄɪɴɴᴀᴍᴏɴ ɢɪʀʟ 💗

cinnamon in my teeth

from your kiss, you're touching me

all the pills that you take

violet, blue, green, red to keep me at arm's length don't work

you try to push me out, but i just find my way back in

violet, blue, green, red to keep me out, i win

there's things i wanna say to you, but i'll just let you live

like if you hold me without hurting me

you'll be the first who ever did

there's things i wanna talk about, but better not to keep

but if you hold me without hurting me

you'll be the first who ever did

ᴄᴀꜱꜱᴀɴᴅʀᴀ: ᴄᴏʟᴀ

my pussy taste like pepsi cola

my eyes are wide like cherry pies

i gots a taste for men who are older

it's always been, so it's no surprise

ah, he's in the sky with diamonds

and he’s making me crazy

(i come alive, alive)

all he wants to do is party

with his pretty baby

come on baby, let’s ride

we can escape to the great sunshine

i know your wife and she wouldn’t mind

ᴀᴍʙᴇꜱꜱᴀ: ᴜʟᴛʀᴀᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ

he used to call me dn

that stood for deadly nightshade

'cause i was filled with poison

but blessed with beauty and rage

jim told me that

he hit me and it felt like a kiss

[...]

he used to call me poison

like i was poison ivy

i could've died right then

'cause he was right beside me

jim raised me up

he hurt me but it felt like true love

[...]

with his ultraviolence

ultraviolence

ultraviolence

ultraviolence

i can hear sirens, sirens

he hit me and it felt like a kiss

i can hear violins, violins

give me all of that ultraviolence

ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ: ꜰʟᴏʀɪᴅᴀ ᴋɪʟᴏꜱ

white lines, pretty baby, tattoos

don't know what they mean, they're special, just for you

white lines, baking powder on the stove

cooking up a dream, turning diamonds into snow

i feel you, pretty baby, feel me

turn it up hot, loving you is free

i like it down, like it down, way low

but you already know that, you already know

come on down to florida, i got somethin' for ya

we could see the kilos or the keys, baby, oh yeah

guns in the summertime, chic-a-cherry cola lime

prison isn't nothing to me, if you'll be by my side

[...]

strung in my mouth and gold hoops

you like your little baby like you like your drinks, cool

white lines, pretty daddy, go skiing

you snort it like a champ, like the winter we're not in

ʀᴇɴᴀᴛᴀ: ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ ᴍᴀɴ

i don't know how you convince them and get them, but

i don't know what you do, it's unbelievable

i don't know how you get over, get over

someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you

one for the money, two for the show

i love you honey, i'm ready, i'm ready, to go

how did you get that way? i don't know

you're screwed up, and brilliant

look like a million dollar man

[...]

you've got the world, but baby at what price?

something so strange, hard to define

it isn't that hard boy, to like you or love you

i'd follow you down, down, down

you're unbelievable

if you're going crazy just grab me, take me

ᴠɪ: ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴏɴᴇꜱ

let's get out of this town, baby we're on fire

everyone around here wants to be going down, down

if you stick with me, i can take you higher, and higher

it feels like all of our friends are lost

nobody's found, found, found

i got so scared, i thought no one could save me

you came along scooped me up like a baby

every now and then, the stars align

boy and girl meet by the great design

could it be that you and me are the lucky ones?

everybody told me love was blind

then i saw your face and you blew my mind

finally, you and me are the lucky ones this time

ꜱᴀᴍɪʀᴀ: ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ

why, who me, why?

feet don't fail me now

take me to your finish line

oh my heart it breaks every step that i take

but i'm hoping that the gates, they'll tell me that you're mine

walking through the city streets

is it by mistake or design?

i feel so alone on a friday night

can you make it feel like home if i tell you you're mine?

it's like i told you, honey

don't make me sad, don't make me cry

sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, i don't know why

keep making me laugh

let's go get high

the road is long, we carry on

try to have fun in the meantime

come take a walk on the wild side

let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain

you like your girls insane

so choose your last words, this is the last time

'cause you and i, we were born to die

ᴠᴀʏɴᴇ: ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ

i paint my nails black

i dye my hair a darker shade of brown

'cause you like your women spanish

dark, strong and proud

i paint the sky black

you said if you could have your way

you'd make a nighttime all today

so it'd suit the mood with your soul

but, oh, what can i do

to turn you on

or get through you?

oh, what can i do?

life is beautiful

but you don't have a clue

sun and ocean blue

that magnificence

it don't make sense to you

black beauty, oh

#wlw #lesbian #arcane #arcane netflix #league of legends #riot games #league of legends x reader #arcane x reader #arcane milfs #arcane headcanons #shauna vayne #vi arcane #cassandra kiramman #camille ferros #ambessa medarda #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #enforcer grayson #samira league of legends #renata glasc

[votestaynight]

1st Day - "One day" (scene 1)

―――――When I came to, I was in a burning field.

I guess there was a big fire.

The familiar town had turned to ashes and it looked like the remains of a battlefield from a movie.

―――But that didn't last long either.

The fire had died down by the time the sun rose.

The tall wall of flame had shortened, and most of the buildings had fallen.

…It felt strange, being the only thing in that place that still had its original form.

I was the only one still alive around here.

I must have been really lucky, or my house was built in a very lucky spot.

I don't know which it was, but the point is, I was the only one left alive.

I felt that since I survived, I should live on.

I started walking aimlessly, because I thought it would be dangerous just to stay there.

I wasn't really concerned about getting burned up like the people lying around me.

…Probably because, over and above not wanting to be like them, I had a stronger feeling in my mind.

But still, I had no hope.

It was already a wonder I was still alive, so I couldn't expect to be saved.

I won't survive.

Whatever happens, I won't be able to escape from this red world.

It was such an absolute hell that even a small child could understand it.

And I collapsed.

Was it because there was no air? Was it because no function was left in my body?

Anyway, I collapsed and stared up at the clouded sky.

Everything around me was burned up and I could see many shriveled people.

The dark clouds loomed overhead, telling me it would rain soon.

…That's good. The fire will be put out once it rains.

In the end, I sighed deeply and looked up at the sky.

I say to myself that it hurts.

I say so on behalf of all the people who couldn't even say so.

―――That was ten years ago.

After that, I was miraculously saved.

My body survived.

But I think all the other things about me burned up and were reduced to ashes.

―――――――――I'm dreaming.

If you take away a child's parents, home, and all such things, there's nothing left for him.

That's why there was only my body.

I think it's a simple story.

In other words, in order to let my body live…

My heart died.

"――――Huh!?"

I squint my eyes at the white light.

"So bright", I think.

It was just light entering my eyes when I woke up, but I'm not used to it.

I probably didn't even understand what the bright light meant.

"Huh?"

When my eyes focus, I'm surprised.

I'm lying on an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room.

I'm surprised, but the room is so white and clean that I feel safe.

"…Where am I?"

I look around.

The room is big and there are many beds.

A person is in each bed, and everyone seems to be hurt.

But nothing feels ill in this room.

Everyone who's hurt is someone who was saved.

"――――"

I relax and let my eyes wander.

――――Outside the window,

The bright blue sky was unbelievably beautiful.

After a few days, I finally understood.

I could clearly remember what had happened in the past few days.

Even so, I was no different from a newborn baby.

Not just a metaphor, it was close to the truth.

Anyway, it was a terrible fire.

I had been saved from it, was in the hospital with my body wrapped in bandages, and my parents were gone.

I didn't get the situation, but I vaguely understood that I was alone.

I think I understood quickly.

…Well, there was nothing but children in similar situations around me, so all I could do was absorb the fact.

―――And after that.

That man came, right when I was beginning to worry what would happen to me next.

He came on the day my bandages were taken off and I was able to eat without help.

Wrinkled coat and uncombed hair.

The man, a bit younger than the doctor, felt more like a big brother than a father.

"Hello. You must be Shirou-kun."

A smile that seems to melt into the white sunlight.

I think it was a suspicious voice, but a very kind voice.

"I'll ask you directly. Which would you prefer? To go to an orphanage, or to be adopted by this man you've never seen before?"

That man was saying he could adopt me.

When I asked him if he was a relative of mine, he said he was just a stranger.

…He looked like an unreliable guy with no future.

But it made no difference, as I knew nothing about either one: him or the orphanage.

So I decided to go with him.

"I see, that's good. Get ready quickly, then. You should get used to your new place as fast as you can."

The guy quickly started packing my stuff.

His packing wasn't very good, even in the eyes of a child.

Then, after making a big mess…

"Oh, I forgot to mention something important.

I have to tell you one thing before you come with me.

Is that okay?"

He turns to me lightheartedly and says,

"Yeah.

To start off with, I'm a sorcerer."

He says it in a serious, exaggerated tone.

It happened in an instant.

Come to think of it now, I was really a child back then.

I automatically believed those words.

"―――Wow, you're awesome."

I guess I said so with bright eyes.

Since that time, I became his child.

Actually, I don't remember what I said back then.

But my father would always talk about that day.

He would remember and retell the story again and again.

So for my father, Emiya Kiritsugu, that might have been the happiest day of his life.

…I'm dreaming.

…So.

I guess it was strange for my father to tell me that he was a sorcerer, but I was strange as well for admiring that.

And thus, I became an adopted son, and my last name became Emiya.

Emiya Shirou.

When I said my name, I was really proud of having the same last name as Kiritsugu.

A story from my childhood.

It was when I finally convinced my father to make me his student, so it must have been about eight years ago.

When I was old enough to stay at home by myself, Kiritsugu started to leave the house on a regular basis.

He would say in his normal tone that he would "travel the world", and he began to act on these words.

That's how it was after that.

It was normal for him to leave the house empty for a month, and he sometimes wouldn't come home for half a year.

The Emiya house is a big Japanese-style house, and Kiritsugu and I were the only ones living there.

I was perplexed in this house at times, as it was too big for a child.

But still, I liked my life here.

Emiya Kiritsugu would come home from his journeys and tell me lots of stories like a child.

And the child who shared his last name would be at home waiting for those stories.

I was always alone in the house, but that loneliness would all fade with the stories he brought back.

―――The father who was always chasing his dreams like a kid.

His attitude was astounding, but he always seemed dazzling to me.

That might be why I wanted to be like him someday.

…Well, on top of that….

Looking at my ever-dreaming father, I felt I should become reliable myself――――

…I hear a sound.

I hear a heavy, old, rusty sound as the door opens.

Light enters the dark shed.

"――――Uh."

My mind, waking up…

"Senpai, are you awake?"

…Feels the cold air and the approaching footsteps.

"Senpai, it's morning already. You have some more time, but Fujimura-Sensei will get mad if you stay asleep here."

"…Mm. Good morning, Sakura."

"Ah, yes. Good morning, Senpai."

Sakura smiles and nods as if accustomed to this situation.

"Oh… you're right. Thanks for coming to wake me up."

"It's no problem at all. You're always up so early.

I can only come and wake you up like this occasionally."

…?

Sakura seems more upbeat than usual today as if she's happy about something.

"…Really? I think you wake me up quite often.

Though, Fuji-Nee always hits me to wake me up, so I'd rather have you wake me up… Well, I'll try harder next time."

…I answer her with a sleepy head.

I don't know what I'm saying with my mind not fully awake.

"―――Give me a second, I'll wake up."

"All right. But I'm happier when you don't try."

Sakura is giggling.

…Gah, I guess my head was still dozing and I said something weird.

Taking a deep breath, I clear up my mind.

The cold outdoor air helps in situations like this.

The chill works well to beat the sleepiness out of my head.

"…Senpai?"

…In front of me is Matou Sakura, my junior at school.

This place is a shed behind my house, and the time is six o'clock.

"Yeah, I'm awake now. Sorry, I guess I did it again.

I have to help you cook breakfast too."

"It's fine. You were up late last night again, right? So you should take your time in the morning. I'll get breakfast ready."

…It's unusual. Sakura really seems to be in a good mood this morning.

Sakura says so in a happy tone.

"I can't let you do that. I'll get up right now, so let's go to the kitchen together."

"All right, I'm all set. Let's go, Sakura."

"Ah… um, Senpai…"

"Hm? What, is something wrong?"

"No, it's nothing, but… I think you should change before you go back to the house."

"―――Oh."

That said, I look down at myself.

I fell asleep while I was working, so I'm still wearing my overalls.

Being my work clothes, they're pretty dirty. I can't imagine what Fuji-Nee would say to me if I went into the house like this.

"Ugh… I guess I'm not awake yet. I'm a bit out of it this morning."

"That could be. So you rest here for a bit and I'll take care of breakfast. And you know, if you keep this place a mess, Fujimura-Sensei will get mad at you."

"…You're right. I'll go after I get changed. You go on ahead."

"Yes, I'll be waiting, Senpai."

Sakura leaves.

Well.

I have to change into my school uniform and clear up this mess.

The shed is built on the edge of our yard, and just as it seems, it's a warehouse we put all our junk in.

But for me, it's a place of treasures as I've enjoyed messing with things since I was a kid.

Father didn't allow me to go into the shed, but I always sneaked in here. As a result, it became my base.

For me, Emiya Shirou, I guess you could call this place my real room.

The big Emiya household doesn't suit me, and I can only relax in this space full of junk.

"…Besides, it's a waste. Even if it's junk, you can still use it."

Most of the things in here are appliances that can't be used any more.

Did I bring all the junk in here because I liked the place, or did I come to like it here because of all the junk?

Anyway, since I was always sneaking in here, it became my hobby to fix the broken things.

It's not like I get attached to things.

I think it just annoys me not to use things that can still be used.

And just like that, I was fixing up this stove all last night.

"…I guess I'll finish this tomorrow. It seems I don't have enough concentration, seeing how I fell asleep halfway."

I shake off the feeling of disappointment in myself.

I gather up the parts of the stove and put them on the shelf full of things waiting to be fixed.

There are no spaces on this shelf full of things awaiting repair. An old VCR awaits after the stove.

…I guess I'll ignore the fact that Fuji-Nee broke both of them.

"…All right."

I change into my uniform.

This place is like my room, and it holds changes of clothes along with other things I need.

It also has lots of blueprints and junk, the result of failures from when I do my training.

There's also some kind of old design inscribed on the floor, like an altar or something.

"―――Well, let's get today started."

Clapping my hands in prayer to the shed, I head for the house.

I emerge from the shed.

The Emiya house is a Japanese-style house on the outskirts of town.

My father wasn't much of a respected person in town, but he somehow still had this huge house.

That on its own is a mystery, but it also seems he didn't have any relatives in Japan.

That's why the house became mine and no one else's when my father died.

Though, to be honest, I don't have that kind of management ability.

Old Man Fujimura is in charge of complicated things like inheritance and property taxes.

Old Man Fujimura is the big landlord in this neighborhood.

According to Father, "the old man's like a yakuza boss".

Of course, this is just prejudice.

He's not "like" a yakuza boss, he "is" a yakuza boss.

"……"

Well, that's a problem in itself, but I prefer to ignore it.

It's certainly true that he's energetic and scary, but he's actually not that bad a person.

It really helps me as he pays a lot when I tune-up the motorcycle he likes to ride.

Anyway, that's why I'm the only one living in this big house.

It's been five years since Father died.

The days have passed quickly.

I sigh, thinking about how much I've grown in those five years.

I've trained every day to be like Kiritsugu, but it's not that easy in reality.

It's natural because I had no talent to begin with, but what can be said about having no improvement at all in five years?

To sum up the present in one sentence, my goal is so far away that I'm not even at the starting line yet.

"―――――――"

No, I guess it won't do any good to rush.

For now, I have to do what I can.

Well then.

Right now, I should――――

#votestaynight #fate #fate stay/night #fate route

[karla-the-elemental-dreamer]

2024 NYE Q and A: Dream Guides - Terra

I don't know where to begin as 2023 has been a strange year. I remember looking so forward to it at the start, and it's just spiralled into something unbelievable. Like there have been no shortage of good moments and growth opportunities, but has been overshadowed by chaos, tiring and exhausting days, and the world constantly throwing hands at each other with a continuing amount of immaturity and animosity towards our brothers and sisters.

I have marked the end of each year as a time to reflect and let my honesty be shared regardless of what anyone else thinks, so that for the following year, my bucket is emptied and I can start again. Please excuse me as I write from a very emotionally exhausted state. Each of the boys will be sharing some thoughts on the year 2023, and on this page, it's Terra's turn.

Please give each boy a chance as each of them provide a different flavour and may have some discrete messages for those who are still on the path of unity and love, and the hopeful outlook for a better and brighter world. Including some personal stories from the boys if they have anything major to share.

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QUESTIONS:

How do you feel 2023 has been overall

What positive experiences have you had in 2023?

What challenges have you faced in 2023?

What challenges do you believe your dreamer has faced in 2023?

What is one memory that stands out to you in your dream guide duties?

Is there another person you’d like to recognise for their contribution to 2023?

Do you have any final thoughts in the lead up to 2024?

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ANSWERS:

(1) Terra: “I don’t really know what to say about 2023. For what was hyped up to be a hopeful year, it was quite sad and rough actually. Not just from Karla’s end, but I’m sure other people who read this can feel it too, like if they’ve had something happen to them, or someone close to them. Every time I looked at Karla, I felt that she was hurting deep inside, because the world is hurting and just about everyone takes that out on each other in some way. If anything, like Riku, I’m amazed that all three of us have made it, and something I’ll never forget is Karla’s loyalty to me from her best days to where she was just about broken. I know some people are gonna say that 2023 was the best year, or here’s to 2024; but I’ll be honest and say that 2023 is a chapter I never wish to experience again, not even with a different name or number. I hope 2024 and any other year never sinks this low”.

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(2) Terra: “As much as my last answer was a bit of a cold and bitter taste, I actually can recall some moments that I enjoyed this year. Like I suggested earlier, I really treasured those days where I’d get to see Karla being happy and doing what she loved. There obviously wasn’t much progress on the internet scene, but she started regular sewing at her grandma’s [dad’s side] house, and I’ve seen her make some really impressive and beautiful garments. And then every time she’d go to a friends place, or the shops or something, one of us would always get to sit on the steering wheel of the car and make sure she got there and back safely, and it was a blast when it was my turn. Which has I guess been a continuing theme from 2021 and 2022, so we obviously keep that tradition alive”.

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(3) Terra: "I wasn’t joking when I said that 2023 wasn’t easy on us, including myself. For a good portion of it, I was focused on helping Riku and Jak keeping Karla afloat with her challenges, but there would be times where I’d have to go back and look at something within myself, like when the odd insecurity would pop up. Surprisingly I haven’t wept too much over Master Eraqus this year. Karla’s been so instrumental in helping me finally move on from all that. And despite the wound always being there, I can say that something much bigger and better has now taken its place.

However, I am really concerned about Aqua. Early on in the relationship, she was very pushy and even intimidating towards Karla sometimes. Like Aqua wanted to show her thanks for me being, I guess healed, and that she cared for Karla a lot, but it’d never come out right. So Karla said that each time Aqua did that, as in try to take over or something similar, she’d be wound up in the mind penalties that Riku spoke about in his Q and A. Karla’s basically said to Aqua ‘stay away unless you can behave’, and she’s [Aqua’s] always been sticking to the earlier option.

With that so called timeline split getting closer, Karla gave Ven, Aqua and I a test to see where we were at in our understanding and willingness to go down Karla’s route. Aqua didn’t fail. But she got the lowest score, and that wasn’t much above the pass mark. As much as Ven and I enjoy each other’s company in Karla’s life, and revel in the fact that we’re gonna be going to some amazing new heights together, we’ve both got this lump in our throats that Aqua might not make it and that we’d be losing our best friend”.

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(4) Terra: "Like I’ve said a few times already, 2023 has been a year of sadness and disillusions, but I guess with that, the opportunity to grew and learn every day, and to make new discoveries about people, places and things. With the majority of things that have happened to Karla this year, she’s had to face them alone, which in my eyes makes her a young woman of unbelievable strength. From constant energy attacks and mind shutdowns, to those who make fun of her and exclude her on the internet just because she can’t fit into their idealistic peg.

Riku’s been the one dishing out the pain and giving out the sagely advice to her, whereas I’ve been working on a different side. Riku’s the talker and I’m the listener. The amount of times I’ve seen Karla bunch up behind closed doors. Like think about that scene of Cinderella in the courtyard playing 100+ times this year alone. Thanks to some out there, Riku and I, and also Ven, have had to break our backs to keep her love for Kingdom Hearts, and her faith in us alive. I’ve held her tight every day and night this year, but unfortunately amongst more tears and anxiety than laughter or content”.

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(5) Terra: "I actually can’t believe that Ven and I are working together these days. I thought I’d have to go it alone as a dream guide, like that I’d be away from the Land of Departure while Aqua and Ven stayed back and did their thing, but it’s actually quite different as you can probably tell from Question 3. With 2023 meeting a new record in tough, we actually have helpers that are a rank below us, and Ven’s on of them. So Ven’s been given a role, if you will, of second-in-command. I honestly think Karla’s trying to give him the opportunity to explore and try new things after he was obviously suffocated with that when Master Eraqus and Xehanort were alive.

To the memory now, because it pertains to Ven. We were in the dream world, and Karla was visiting us at the Land of Departure. In giving Ven a taste of what it was like to be a dream guide, she asked him to carry her down the hallway. The story I heard from Ven is that he writhed in pain and even heard a few joints in his spine pop. Apparently he had the audacity to ask Karla the question of how much she eats. When Ven put her down in-front of Aqua and I, we had a big laugh but then I told Karla that Ven wasn’t cut for the job and that it was probably best to approach me every time she needed something in the future”.

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(6) Terra: "I’d actually like to mention Karla’s mom in this case. Mom’s are a strange point of discussion on the internet, and sometimes they’re used in memes appropriately or inappropriately. But what I’m about to describe is as real of a relationship that you could ever get. First, I was assigned to Karla’s mom, maybe just because we’ve got the same personality type [INFP], but I think I got the best pick regardless. Riku and Jak have never really been able to connect to their sub-folks, but Karla’s mom actually sees me, and she and I have spoke on occasions. It’s when Karla filled her in on my time with Xehanort and I guess what that did to me, and she [mum] made me feel supported and loved, and she even made it known that she wanted me to go with her on various occasions. Like when Karla lets her pick Riku, Jak or myself; she always picks me.

And then it’s also just about how Karla and her mom get along with each other each and every day. I’d have to say that she’s Karla’s biggest support and she’s really the only one that knows her inside out, if we’re not considering Riku, Jak and myself in this occasion. In some cases, internet company fills the void that your real family could never give you, but it’s the opposite in the case. Karla’s mom has seen her at her worst, but she’s given her some of the best advice and always reminds her how worth it she actually is to people. And then even on good days, some of the conversations they have are of this level that could never be attained with anyone else. To sum it up, let’s just say that her mom is what you’d call a best friend, and she’s a beautiful person”.

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(7) Terra: "I’m sorry if any of my responses to this Q and A sucked, or if some people were unhappy while reading it. I tried to be the most positive guy out of all of us, but like we’ve all said, this year has been very unkind to a lot of people, including Karla. I don’t think any of us are going to be jumping at the gun to say that 2024 is going to be the best year ever, but we certainly hope that some measure of that can be met. In-fact from the energy forecasts that Karla listens to, she heard that 2024 could in-fact be another nasty year full of all these tests… Or at least just the first half of it.

While I’m here, can I just say sorry to those who don’t even know about Karla’s situations, or feelings, or aren’t involved in spiteful acts towards or about her? As I said, it’s just been a year full of protecting and deflecting from energy attacks, and taking the hits as it were, and getting back up again. I honestly don’t think Karla’s very chatty with people these days due to the amount of sheer exhaustion and not wanting to get caught in drama or thoughts that don’t align with hers; but can you guys maybe leave her a message or a comment if you’ve had a good moment with her or you just appreciate or respect her? Even if you’re a stranger reading this. Like just to let her know, even if she doesn’t respond. I think it’d be a good start for 2024 and just a reminder that there are still good people out there. Because there’s something not right when she had reasons to be thankful for in 2022, but can’t find anything for 2023 in public. Sorry I’m still going, I guess I’m nervous for 2024 and I’m just hoping that this is the year she gets set free”.

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SUMMARY:

The internet and it’s networks may be a dead avenue, and the exhaustion of rising global tension has hit hard. But Karla’s immediate life has seen generous health, love and abundance. Any achievements of Karla’s have been acknowledged in private, because in the greater scheme of things, they have been only very small in the year of 2023.

#karla #oc #terra #dream guide #q and a #2024 #reflection #new year #fresh start

[aurorafox825]

□□□Story based off of a Dungeons and Dragons Campaign, told through the perspective of one character, Misty, who suffers with a dark, alternative personality named Mystic.

《《TRIGGER WARNING: GORE, VIOLENCE, SUGGESTIVE ISSUES》》

☆☆☆1,852 words☆☆☆

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Saratos: The Dark Decade

Prologue

"Hey, Misty, hand me those poppy seeds, would ya?" my father said in his usual calm, kind tone. After I handed him the seeds, I watched him speak softly to them, and his hands began to glow. As his hands glowed, I looked at them in awe. He did it every time I was with him, and his magic never ceased to amaze me. After a few seconds, he planted them, and covered them with soil.

"Now it's covered, time to pour the water onto it," he said as he poured water onto the freshly planted seeds, "and they will grow into a beautiful flower, just like you." I giggled and reminded him, "It's almost time for dinner. We should go wash our hands."

He chuckled, "Good idea," before taking my hand and leading me inside. As we were headed to the bathroom, my mother stopped us.

"Misty! You know better than to wear your muddy shoes inside the house!" She scolded.

"I'm sor-"

"Honey, that's no way to treat her. She's just a child, she just got excited for dinner." her father defended.

My mother rolled her eyes, "Shoes. Outside. Now." as she went back to the kitchen to set the table for dinner.

"Pay no mind to her, sweetheart. Here, let me help you." he says as he helped me take my shoes off and sat them outside.

"Sorry, daddy. I just got excited." I said as I looked down.

"Oh, don't worry, flower. Go on and wash up. I'll talk to your mama." he reassured me.

As I went to wash my hands, I began to hear my parents argue. I peeked my head out of the washroom to see what was happening.

"Why do you treat her like a baby, Daron?" my mother stated firmly.

"Because, Neva, she still is a baby. My baby." my father retorted.

"You are unbelievable, you know that? She doesn't need you constantly holding her hand!" she shouted at him.

"Darling, we don't have to fight over something so small. I'll clean up the tracks on the floor after dinner." he said, just trying to calm the situation.

"Fine, but this has to stop happening." my mother said before calling for me.

"Misty, come on. Your food is going to get cold." she called out.

"Coming, mama." I said as I walked out of the washroom.

I always enjoyed spending time with my mother and father, but sometimes it was bumpy. We didn't have much growing up in the small town of Cullfield, but we lived like we had everything. My mother was a merchant, who sold the crops that my father would grow for a profit. It may not have been the dream life, but it was perfect to me as long as we were happy. However, on one unfortunate day, one unlike any other, something strange and terrifying happened that changed our lives forever.

Suddenly, I heard a voice inside my head. Not only did I hear it, but my parents heard it, too. The whole town heard it. The whole world. The voice was so thunderous that it sent chills down my spine. "This world now belongs to me," the voice spoke in a low growl, "Serve me, or perish."

I never felt more afraid or confused than I did at that moment. I sobbed, as my father picked me up and held me in his strong, comforting arms. He assured me that everything would be okay, but I could hear the fear in his voice, too. What once was a life filled with care-free joy, was suddenly turned into a life of fear and torment. Would we be killed? Would we be captured? What did this mean for the future of my town? All of these thoughts ran through my head as my father cradled me.

As the days went on, everyone in the town always seemed to have a sense of horror or dread on their faces. I didn't see other children playing in the streets anymore. I even heard that some of the townspeople started to go missing. My father would tell me that they were in a better place now, but I knew what he meant. It only made my fears and worries worse. Even with this dark cloud looming over us, my mother and father still went on about their day-to-day lives. They tried to pretend to be happy, for my sake, but I could see they weren't. What was once a genuine smile, had turned into a mask to hide their true feelings. As time went on, their masks began fading away as their hopelessness grew larger.

Things only continued to worsen when my father fell ill. My mother had to close down our store to help care for him. However, one morning, she didn't answer his calls for help. She didn't bring him his medicine. She didn't bring him his water. She just disappeared without a trace. This left him in my care, and what was a 9-year-old to do? I continued to give him his medicine like I saw my mother do, but this only seemed to make his conditions worse.

It started with his skin. He looked so pale. He could barely lift his head anymore. When I would check on him, he was usually unconscious or writhing in his bed. He was restless. Every morning, it was the same routine. Wake him up, give him his medicine, and put a cold compress on his forehead. He started having fits. The fits led to palpitations. I was so clueless on how to help him.

One morning, when I woke, I didn't hear his calls for help. I didn't hear his coughing. I didn't hear anything. I reluctantly got out of my bed to go and check on him, but it was too late. I was too late. He was gone. He was gone, and I was left all alone.

That morning, I spent that entire day digging a grave for him, next to our beautifully bloomed poppy field. My mind was racing. What was I going to do? Why did this happen? Where did my mother go? All of these questions clouded my thoughts, as I cried for days on end.

As the days dragged on into months, and the months dragged on into years, I tried to carry on the farm and the store by myself. I barely earned enough profit to make ends meet. I wasn't sure which was worse. Not making ends meet during the day, or being alone at night. Eventually, I started noticing I was talking to myself. I would have full conversations about how my day was, with my imaginary family sitting at a dinner table.

"Hey, mother? Can you pass the bread?" I asked my non-existent mother.

"Of course, dear." I heard her respond.

"Thank you. Hey father? How has your day been?" I asked my non-existent father.

"It was great, flower. I love you, and thank you for asking." I heard him respond.

With my childhood ripped from me, all I had left was my imagination. Sometimes my imagination would get the best of me, as I started to hear other voices respond to me. These voices, which started off easy-going, slowly grew more daring. They would suggest for me to do horrible things, not only to myself, but to other people too. I hoped that the voices would die down, but the older I got, the worse they became. Especially when they started asking questions. They would ask me about my father, and why his sickness was so sudden. Why couldn't I have done better? It eventually got to a point where I could no longer bear being inside that home.

By this time, It had been 10 years since my father passed. I decided to close the store early one day, and for good. I had had enough torment from the voices, and the home. I packed a bag of essentials, as well as my fathers scythe, and left home. My mind was racing, and I needed to clear my head. I decided to go into the woods near my home to try to clear my mind, but that only made the voices seem louder. They practically screamed questions at me.

"Who would hurt him?" one would ask. Before I could answer, I was cut off by a different voice.

"Why would anyone do this?"

"This is all your fault!"

"You did this to him!"

"No! I did my best!" I would yell as tears began to stream down my face uncontrollably.

The voices continued like this for what felt like hours, until I finally collapsed from fatigue. I laid on the forest floor, crying and screaming, as they continued to hound me with questions and accusations.

"Why?"

"Why?"

"How could you do this?"

"How dare you!"

"What are you going to do?"

"I-I don't know. I can't think. I should... I should..."

"..kill them all."

My consciousness began to fade, but I began laughing, as I picked myself up off the floor. I no longer felt pain or anguish. Everything became so clear, and I knew what would make me feel better. To cause the same amount of anguish to other people as I had been feeling. I picked my scythe up off of the ground, and headed back towards town. I was giggling with excitement at the thought of feeling pure joy once again, like I had when I was a kid. The voices had stopped. I was in control once again.

It didn't take me long to get back to town. It was already night, but there were still people out. As I walked through the town, it wasn't long before someone got in my way.

"H-hey, are you alright?" a middle-aged human male asked.

"Never better," I said as I gripped my scythe with both hands and brought it up over my head. He barely had time to let out a scream before I sunk the blade through the top of his skull. As I ripped the scythe back into my hands, I felt his blood splatter onto me. The feeling of his blood on my skin made me feel like a flower in desperate need of water. I let out a laugh of joy as I walked over his mangled corpse and continued into the town.

It was purely orgasmic. The screams of the women, before slicing their heads clean off of their shoulders. The cries of children, as I ripped their hearts from their chests. I especially loved the ones who tried to run, as Hunting them down felt like a game. Eventually, the town caught wind of my night out. They tried to band together to stop me, which only made my night that much better. I finally felt happy again. I began to write my name in their blood on every structure that was still standing. The world would know who Mystic was after tonight. It's just a shame that my night couldn't last forever.

#cw: gore #dungeons and dragons #barbarian #emotional neglect #action #mystery

[votestaynight2]

1st Day - One day (I) (Scene 1)

Time to start Heaven's Feel! I am going to be putting the polls up as before, but that is just for consistency. I am going to be picking the choices myself until day 3 when we are locked in to the correct route.

―――――When I came to, I was in a burning field.

I guess there was a big fire. The familiar town had turned to ashes and it looked like the remains of a battlefield from a movie. ―――But that didn't last long either. The fire had died down by the time the sun rose. The tall wall of flame had shortened, and most of the buildings had fallen.

…It felt strange, being the only thing in that place that still had its original form. I was the only one still alive around here. I must have been really lucky, or my house was built in a very lucky spot. I don't know which it was, but the point is, I was the only one left alive.

I felt that since I survived, I should live on. I started walking aimlessly, because I thought it would be dangerous just to stay there. I wasn't really concerned about getting burned up like the people lying around me. …Probably because, over and above not wanting to be like them, I had a stronger feeling in my mind.

But still, I had no hope. It was already a wonder I was still alive, so I couldn't expect to be saved. I won't survive. Whatever happens, I won't be able to escape from this red world. It was such an absolute hell that even a small child could understand it.

And I collapsed. Was it because there was no air? Was it because no function was left in my body? Anyway, I collapsed and stared up at the clouded sky.

Everything around me was burned up and I could see many shriveled people. The dark clouds loomed overhead, telling me it would rain soon. …That's good. The fire will be put out once it rains.

In the end, I sighed deeply and looked up at the sky. I say to myself that it hurts. I say so on behalf of all the people who couldn't even say so.

―――That was ten years ago. After that, I was miraculously saved. My body survived. But I think all the other things about me burned up and were reduced to ashes.

If you take away a child's parents, home, and all such things, there's nothing left for him. That's why there was only my body. I think it's a simple story. In other words, in order to let my body live… My heart died.

―――――――――I'm dreaming.

"――――Huh!?" I squint my eyes at the white light. "So bright", I think. It was just light entering my eyes when I woke up, but I'm not used to it. I probably didn't even understand what the bright light meant.

"Huh?" When my eyes focus, I'm surprised. I'm lying on an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room. I'm surprised, but the room is so white and clean that I feel safe.

"…Where am I?" I look around. The room is big and there are many beds. A person is in each bed, and everyone seems to be hurt.

But nothing feels ill in this room. Everyone who's hurt is someone who was saved. "――――" I relax and let my eyes wander.

――――Outside the window, The bright blue sky was unbelievably beautiful.

After a few days, I finally understood. I could clearly remember what had happened in the past few days. Even so, I was no different from a newborn baby. Not just a metaphor, it was close to the truth.

Anyway, it was a terrible fire. I had been saved from it, was in the hospital with my body wrapped in bandages, and my parents were gone. I didn't get the situation, but I vaguely understood that I was alone. I think I understood quickly. …Well, there was nothing but children in similar situations around me, so all I could do was absorb the fact.

―――And after that. That man came, right when I was beginning to worry what would happen to me next.

He came on the day my bandages were taken off and I was able to eat without help. Wrinkled coat and uncombed hair. The man, a bit younger than the doctor, felt more like a big brother than a father.

"Hello. You must be Shirou-kun." A smile that seems to melt into the white sunlight. I think it was a suspicious voice, but a very kind voice.

"I'll ask you directly. Which would you prefer? To go to an orphanage, or to be adopted by this man you've never seen before?" That man was saying he could adopt me. When I asked him if he was a relative of mine, he said he was just a stranger. …He looked like an unreliable guy with no future. But it made no difference, as I knew nothing about either one: him or the orphanage. So I decided to go with him.

"I see, that's good. Get ready quickly, then. You should get used to your new place as fast as you can." The guy quickly started packing my stuff. His packing wasn't very good, even in the eyes of a child. Then, after making a big mess…

"Oh, I forgot to mention something important. I have to tell you one thing before you come with me. Is that okay?" He turns to me lightheartedly and says, "Yeah. To start off with, I'm a sorcerer." He says it in a serious, exaggerated tone.

It happened in an instant. Come to think of it now, I was really a child back then. I automatically believed those words. "―――Wow, you're awesome." I guess I said so with bright eyes.

Since that time, I became his child. Actually, I don't remember what I said back then. But my father would always talk about that day. He would remember and retell the story again and again. So for my father, Emiya Kiritsugu, that might have been the happiest day of his life.

…So. I guess it was strange for my father to tell me that he was a sorcerer, but I was strange as well for admiring that. And thus, I became an adopted son, and my last name became Emiya. Emiya Shirou. When I said my name, I was really proud of having the same last name as Kiritsugu.

…I'm dreaming.

A story from my childhood. It was when I finally convinced my father to make me his student, so it must have been about eight years ago.

When I was old enough to stay at home by myself, Kiritsugu started to leave the house on a regular basis. He would say in his normal tone that he would "travel the world", and he began to act on these words.

That's how it was after that. It was normal for him to leave the house empty for a month, and he sometimes wouldn't come home for half a year. The Emiya house is a big Japanese-style house, and Kiritsugu and I were the only ones living there. I was perplexed in this house at times, as it was too big for a child.

But still, I liked my life here. Emiya Kiritsugu would come home from his journeys and tell me lots of stories like a child. And the child who shared his last name would be at home waiting for those stories. I was always alone in the house, but that loneliness would all fade with the stories he brought back.

―――The father who was always chasing his dreams like a kid. His attitude was astounding, but he always seemed dazzling to me. That might be why I wanted to be like him someday.

…Well, on top of that…. Looking at my ever-dreaming father, I felt I should become reliable myself――――

…I hear a sound. I hear a heavy, old, rusty sound as the door opens.

Light enters the dark shed. "――――Uh." My mind, waking up… "Senpai, are you awake?" …Feels the cold air and the approaching footsteps.

"…Mm. Good morning, Sakura." "Ah, yes. Good morning, Senpai." Sakura smiles and nods as if accustomed to this situation.

"Senpai, it's morning already. You have some more time, but Fujimura-Sensei will get mad if you stay asleep here."

"Oh… you're right. Thanks for coming to wake me up."

"It's no problem at all. You're always up so early. I can only come and wake you up like this occasionally." …? Sakura seems more upbeat than usual today as if she's happy about something.

"…Really? I think you wake me up quite often. Though, Fuji-Nee always hits me to wake me up, so I'd rather have you wake me up… Well, I'll try harder next time."

…I answer her with a sleepy head. I don't know what I'm saying with my mind not fully awake.

"All right. But I'm happier when you don't try." Sakura is giggling. …Gah, I guess my head was still dozing and I said something weird.

"―――Give me a second, I'll wake up."

Taking a deep breath, I clear up my mind. The cold outdoor air helps in situations like this. The chill works well to beat the sleepiness out of my head.

…In front of me is Matou Sakura, my junior at school. This place is a shed behind my house, and the time is six o'clock.

"…Senpai?" ;//splitted "Yeah, I'm awake now. Sorry, I guess I did it again.[l] I have to help you cook breakfast too." "It's fine. You were up late last night again, right? So you should take your time in the morning. I'll get breakfast ready."

Sakura says so in a happy tone. …It's unusual. Sakura really seems to be in a good mood this morning.

"I can't let you do that. I'll get up right now, so let's go to the kitchen together."

"All right, I'm all set. Let's go, Sakura." "Ah… um, Senpai…" "Hm? What, is something wrong?" "No, it's nothing, but… I think you should change before you go back to the house."

"―――Oh." That said, I look down at myself. I fell asleep while I was working, so I'm still wearing my overalls. Being my work clothes, they're pretty dirty. I can't imagine what Fuji-Nee would say to me if I went into the house like this.

"Ugh… I guess I'm not awake yet. I'm a bit out of it this morning." "That could be. So you rest here for a bit and I'll take care of breakfast. And you know, if you keep this place a mess, Fujimura-Sensei will get mad at you."

"…You're right. I'll go after I get changed. You go on ahead." "Yes, I'll be waiting, Senpai."

Sakura leaves. Well. I have to change into my school uniform and clear up this mess.

The shed is built on the edge of our yard, and just as it seems, it's a warehouse we put all our junk in. But for me, it's a place of treasures as I've enjoyed messing with things since I was a kid.

Father didn't allow me to go into the shed, but I always sneaked in here. As a result, it became my base. For me, Emiya Shirou, I guess you could call this place my real room. The big Emiya household doesn't suit me, and I can only relax in this space full of junk.

"…Besides, it's a waste. Even if it's junk, you can still use it." Most of the things in here are appliances that can't be used any more.

Did I bring all the junk in here because I liked the place, or did I come to like it here because of all the junk? Anyway, since I was always sneaking in here, it became my hobby to fix the broken things.

It's not like I get attached to things. I think it just annoys me not to use things that can still be used. And just like that, I was fixing up this stove all last night.

"…I guess I'll finish this tomorrow. It seems I don't have enough concentration, seeing how I fell asleep halfway." I shake off the feeling of disappointment in myself. I gather up the parts of the stove and put them on the shelf full of things waiting to be fixed.

There are no spaces on this shelf full of things awaiting repair. An old VCR awaits after the stove. …I guess I'll ignore the fact that Fuji-Nee broke both of them.

"…All right." I change into my uniform. This place is like my room, and it holds changes of clothes along with other things I need.

It also has lots of blueprints and junk, the result of failures from when I do my training. There's also some kind of old design inscribed on the floor, like an altar or something.

"―――Well, let's get today started." Clapping my hands in prayer to the shed, I head for the house.

I emerge from the shed. The Emiya house is a Japanese-style house on the outskirts of town. My father wasn't much of a respected person in town, but he somehow still had this huge house. That on its own is a mystery, but it also seems he didn't have any relatives in Japan. That's why the house became mine and no one else's when my father died.

Though, to be honest, I don't have that kind of management ability. Old Man Fujimura is in charge of complicated things like inheritance and property taxes.

Old Man Fujimura is the big landlord in this neighborhood. According to Father, "the old man's like a yakuza boss". Of course, this is just prejudice. He's not "like" a yakuza boss, he "is" a yakuza boss.

"……" Well, that's a problem in itself, but I prefer to ignore it.

It's certainly true that he's energetic and scary, but he's actually not that bad a person. It really helps me as he pays a lot when I tune-up the motorcycle he likes to ride.

Anyway, that's why I'm the only one living in this big house. It's been five years since Father died. The days have passed quickly. I sigh, thinking about how much I've grown in those five years.

I've trained every day to be like Kiritsugu, but it's not that easy in reality. It's natural because I had no talent to begin with, but what can be said about having no improvement at all in five years? To sum up the present in one sentence, my goal is so far away that I'm not even at the starting line yet.

"―――――――" No, I guess it won't do any good to rush. For now, I have to do what I can.

Well then. Right now, I should――――

#votestaynight

[mikumanogi-blog]

2022-05-05 “Nice to meet you 🌸” Kawasaki Sakura’s first blog [ENG]

Everyone, it’s nice to meet you🤍

I’m Nogizaka46’s 5th generation member Kawasaki Sakura🌸🤍

Today is my commemorative first blog 😳

I don’t really know what I should right about but,, my heart’s been pounding looking forward to it,, lol

 First, let me do a self-introduction 💫

I’m Kawasaki Sakura, 19 years old and I come from Kanagawa prefecture 🌸

(By the way, please remember this so you don’t make this mistake but the Saki I refer to is me and not Kawasaki in Kanagawa lol)

(TL note: I’m honestly unsure of the tl here since I’m pretty sure it’s a pun and it can mean multiple things, but I’m going with this)

Please call me ‘Saku-tan’ 👼🏻✨

I was born April 17th 2003

I was born in the season of cherry blossoms where you can feel the rays of sun in the spring 🤍

Speaking of my name, I want to be someone that is like a cherry blossom, beautiful and loved by many people, that’s what I’m hoping to become.

I want to become someone worthy of that name lol

My horoscope is Aries and I don’t know my blood type.

 I make sure to check the daily horoscope without fail every morning, depending on the order my energy changes drastically. On days where I’m ranked last I feel down for the whole day and I tell my friends without fail that ‘my horoscope was ranked last today so please be nice to me’ 🥺✨

 I’m the kind of person that can only be friendly and myself around my friends. If you become friendly with me you’ll be so shocked that rather than being a 180 degree turn it’s more like my personality changes 360 degrees. Also I’m often told that I’m a really friendly person!

  My favorite things are

👗Fashion

💫walking in beautiful places under the starry skies while listening to music.

🍒 Going around buying sweets

⚽️ soccer

👼🏻 Cute things, looking at beautiful women

🎧 Music appreciation is especially J-Rock ❕

And various other things.

I’ll post more in more detail on my next blog 💭

 Recently!! On Nogizaka Under Construction I was paired with one of the members I really looked up to, Endo-san 🥺✨

(Thank you so much to the staff that arranged this 😭)                                    

When I accept the auditions for Nogizaka46 I never thought I would be standing in the same place as her, it feels like a dream come true,, I can’t really express my feelings into words, it’s a really strange feeling.

I loved her rendition of “kikkake’ just looking at the light and gentle Endo-san make me feel so happy and blessed. I realized this once again while being together on the Nogizaka Under Construction but that modest and humble personality is one of the reasons that I look up to Endo-san.

 I’m so, so happy that I was able to appear together with her on the same broadcast, I was so nervous that from beginning to end I felt like I was too stiff and petrified but I’d still be so, so happy if you were to check it out. 🥰✨

We have a bond because both our names are ‘Sakura’. Here’s a picture from the other day when I went to Damien Hirst’s Sakura exhibit

 There were so many works of art with such a kind and gentle colour scheme, it felt like I was look at real cherry blossoms. It was almost as though I had gone to a Hanami, that’s the kind of impression I received from this exhibit.

 I’m so happy for all the warmth that was given to us during the Get to Know Us Meet and Greet. I’m unbelievably clumsy and I need to work five times harder than anyone else to remember the choreography. I’m also not very good at showing myself off, and so I went in holding onto this anxiety about whether I could properly introduce myself to everyone. Even though everyone is so busy with work, school and other things the fact that you were able to remember the choreography and put your heart and soul into dancing with us with your penlights to create such a beautiful light display for us made me so happy and blessed.

 The farewell event was also a lot of fun. There were already people that had my fans and that made me really happy. Upon seeing the smiling faces of everyone that came to send me off made me feel as though I wanted to be someone that is able to give smiles to others. 🥰

 For the Meet and Greet regardless of the fact that I had this aura of chaos for my personal public relations and presentation of my special skill I made Umezawa-san laugh really hard and together with Akimoto-san during the dizzy bat section we made the venue really heat up. Even though my debut was late I still received a lot of kind words and that made me really happy. Even though the two of you were really busy thank you so much for coming to see us 😭

This here is Yuri-chan. Ever since the day I first met her she’s been super nice and she’s such a wonderful person, she even said ‘Please call me Yuri-chan’.  

 Here’s a picture with Mao, we both like music so we have a lot of fun when we’re together ☺️

Finally, Happy Birthday Yoda-san 🎂🤍✨

Yoda-san is even busier than I could imagine but when she talks with me about my troubles she sends me really long messages of encouragement. I’ve never met her in person yet but I’m so glad that she takes so much time to help give me advice. Yoda-san’s kindness makes me tear up lol. I’ve made it my goal to be someone like Yoda-san who reaches out a hand to anyone in need ☺️

I love her so much so please continue to look after me 🙇‍♀️

Tomorrow’s blog is going to be from Saa-chan!! Please look forward to it 👼🏻✨

 Thank you for reading until the very end 🥰

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the fact that lucid dreaming is a skillset we as humans can just like, develop and exercise like any other is WILD to me (pun intended). i was having trouble falling asleep last night, so i just like... induced sleep paralysis and wriggled into a lucid dream. spent the whole time flying around, giving myself sparkly insect wings, and riding a pegasus bc why the hell not. the fact that my brain can spontaneously generate a hyper-realistic simulated reality that i'm then free to hang out in for a bit blows my mind. the fact that i can remember the mundane steps it took to get to this point (learning to induce sleep paralysis, to transition from sleep paralysis to dreaming, developing dream recall, getting consistent enough at lucid dreaming to practice flying, etc) blows my mind. even after years of practice, it still feels like some crazy fantasy novel shit and i can't believe it's just something we can do.

#lucid dreaming #people are always trying to turn it into some paranormal mumbo jumbo like ~reality shifting~ or ~out of body experiences~ but like #isn't it already incredible enough that these worlds are created in an instant by our brains? #isn't that in some ways more incredible than believing that they're real external places? #the places i see in my dreams are so unbelievably beautiful and strange #like the fact that i can't even draw a decent background with sensible shading #but my brain can spontaneously generate a temple made of clouds dynamically lit by the setting sun #it gives me such hope in human potential and creativity #that all of us have something so capable of such effortless creation within us #lucid dreaming makes me lowkey emotional ngl

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Shared Moments - Chapter 3: Alexandria

Daryl Dixon x Female Reader

Summary: A miniseries of three chapters that follows moments on the life of Daryl and reader, from meeting at the beginning of the apocalypse to settling down in Alexandria. (If you read my series Vows, some parts of the fic will be familiar, since those are flashbacks and memories that I wrote for that one)

Chapter 3 of 3

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Looking back, maybe you should have known better than to think that you could live in that prison forever, especially after what happened at the Greene’s farm…but after all those months living there, happy, it really felt like a home…

Now, you had lost that home and your family too, everyone was scattered around, maybe dead, and if you hadn’t ended up with Daryl, if you had gotten separated from him, you didn’t know what you’d have done.

Daryl was as devastated as you, though, or more, he seemed even more broken than when he found Merle dead, and he’d already been beyond heartbroken by then.  You tried to help him, but you didn’t know how, nothing seemed to work…it worried you to no end, it made you feel useless, unable to help him…

It got even worse after you lost Beth, and when you thought that things might get better after finding your family and escaping those cannibals from Terminus, after even finding Beth again…then, she had gotten killed in front of you.

After that, and with all the struggle to find food, water, shelter, with your family so weak, you were afraid you were going to lose Daryl, he seemed so broken and depressed, you were scared thinking that he might not pull back from this, nothing seemed to work, you wanted to take care of him, more than anything, but nothing you did seemed to make things better, to help him…you were beginning to despair…

Then, at your lowest moment, a man called Aaron had fond you all, talked about his community, a place where he wanted to take you, safe, and that sounded too good to be true…but you all didn’t have any other choice, and so, there you went, to Alexandria.

It was an unbelievable place…big, so many people, real houses…you weren’t very sure of what to think of it, but it had food, water, walls, and you needed that, and so, even if it was strange, you gave thanks for it.

Your family wouldn’t die of hunger and thirst, this place could be good, and maybe, you could help Daryl heal from all the pain there.

There were some things in Alexandria too, many things, that you had never expected to see again…

…like an actual, functioning in-suit bathrooms, in those big, catalog-looking houses that you were give.

You looked at small bottles of berry-scented body wash and lotion, shaking your head in disbelieve. This Alexandria place was like a dream in the apocalyptic world, it was surreal…not only showers with hot water but also scented body wash? The last time that you had something like that, you almost blow up in the CDC. This place seemed safe, though, surreal and naïve, but not like a threat for you and your people…

You took the bottles. They were small like the ones you were given at hotels, and you wondered if someone had lived in that house, that looked unused, or if they had been used as props to make it more homey and beautiful while the houses were shown for selling. Well…you could use them, why not.

You spent more time than you should scrubbing yourself under the hot water, surrounded by the scent of berries, and then applied some of the lotion too. You smelled your arm…it was frivolous, an unnecessary luxury, but you gotta admit that it felt good.

When you walked out of the bathroom, wearing a long shirt, you found Daryl on the bed. He raised an eyebrow at you, smirking. “Thought ya were gonna sleep in there.”

“I got a bit too happy with the hot water.” You chuckled, flopping down at the other side of the bed. “It feels nice, after all this time.”

Daryl just hummed, you knew that all this still felt strange to him, that he was feeling out of place and was having a hard time adjusting to Alexandria. He shifted on the bed to lie on top of you, head pillowed on your chest, and you kissed the top of his head.

Then, Daryl began nuzzling your neck, almost tickling you. “You smell nice…” He muttered.

“Berry body wash and lotion, I found it in the bathroom,” you explained.

“Stupid…” Daryl scoffed, but he kept nuzzling your neck.

“You said I smelled nice…I’d say you like it, Daryl Dixon,” you teased and he scoffed. “I could lather you with it too, so you’d smell like that too… make you even yummier.”

“Yeah, just try…” Daryl bit your neck, making you first gasp then giggle. “You taste the same…” He murmured while he kissed your neck.

“I hope it’s good.” You snorted and Daryl nodded and hummed, placing another open-mouthed kiss on your neck...

*

“Hello?”

You heard a woman’s voice and you looked down the stairs, finding one of those Alexandrian new neighbors of yours, and you wondered what the hell was she doing there. “Hey…you need something? You asked as you walked downstairs, you had been about to take a shower to try and get ready for the party that Deanna was hosting that night.

“No, sorry, I just came to bring you some things,” the woman explained. “The man gutting rabbits outside told me that you were inside and not much else.” The man gutting rabbits…you almost snorted. You should tell that to Daryl. “I bring you clothes.”

“Oh, thank you, but there were clothes already here.” More than what you had honestly expected.

“I know, but I wanted to bring you something else, I got you all girls some night dresses so you can choose for the night.” The woman grinned and even if it seemed ridiculous to you, she seemed nice and helpful, and so you didn’t say anything. “Also a bag of makeup and some razors, I bet you all are dying for it after all this time.”

No, not really, you hadn’t even thought about it… these Alexandrians really lived in another world. You didn’t want to be mean, though, and so you nodded curtly. “Okay, thanks.”

“I’ll leave you to get ready and I’ll see you tonight!”

Soon you were in the shower, scrubbing your body with the berry scented body wash. You had washed your hair a couple of days ago so you didn’t bother with it, you weren’t sure if it’d dry on time for the party. Once outside the shower, you glanced at the makeup bag and the razor. It was stupid, but the woman had managed to make you feel self-conscious, probably without meaning to, and so you ended up using it.

There were some hairpins too and you pulled your hair away from your face and into a half-updo, pinning it in place. One of the pins was bigger, decorated with a butterfly, and you placed it at the side of your head. You had to admit that it was pretty.

Looking at yourself in the big mirror of your bedroom, you decided that you looked…strange, you looked strange, with that dress, light makeup and all that. Like a girl playing dress-up. You moved from side to side, inspected yourself, and you only managed to feel more like an idiot…this didn’t suit you…you had thought that it was stupid, but still, part of you had hoped that you would look nice, but looking in the mirror, you could only think that you looked silly and strange, and like you were pretending to be someone who you weren’t.

You decided to stop looking at your reflection, afraid that you’d do something stupid like ruin your makeup or tear the dress, and instead, you went to look for Daryl to see if he’d made up his mind about going to the party or not.

You opened the front door and found Daryl still sat down on the porch. He looked up at you and scoffed. “Ya look ridiculous.”

You knew, deep down, that Daryl didn’t mean to hurt you, that he was moody since arriving at Alexandria, but you had been feeling ridiculous and silly enough by yourself, and it hurt. He was right, you looked ridiculous, you had been an idiot.

Your eyes filled with tears that you weren’t able to stop, and you turned around, rushing back into the house and almost running upstairs and into your room, closing the door behind you. You yanked the dress off you, almost getting tangled with it on your hustle, and throwing it to the floor. It was a dress stupid as you. You rubbed your tears, you’d ruin your make-up, but Daryl was right, you looked ridiculous.

The door of the room opened but you didn’t turn around. “Y/N…” Daryl called for you softly, but you were too embarrassed to look at him. The door closed again and Daryl walked to you. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m a prick.”

“You’re honest,” you said, hating that you sounded like you were crying.

“No.” You felt Daryl’s hand on your bare waist and then his lips on your shoulder. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“You said what you think.” You shrugged, struggling weakly when Daryl wrapped his arms around you to hold your back against his chest, but you gave in and let him hug you. “You’re right.”

“I don’t think that,” he murmured. “I was an asshole.”

“It’s stupid, having a party in the apocalypse, and shaving and putting on make-up and wearing ridiculous dresses,” you said bitterly. “And I did look ridiculous.”

“Ya don’t.” Daryl kissed your cheek and then let go of you. He picked the dress from the floor and before you knew what was happening, he had thrown it over your head and was trying to get your head through the neck hole and your arms through the straps, and when you ended up tangling in it you could help but laugh.

“Stop it, just…stop.” 

Daryl did stop, smiling softly when he saw you laughing, and you put on the dress properly, looking down shyly, but you couldn’t help your smile when you felt Daryl’s knuckles caressing your bare arm softly.

“Ya look nice,” he told you, and you scoffed. “Ya do.”

“You just say that to make me feel better.”

“No, ya look nice, Y/N,” Daryl said again, kissing your lips softly before you could say anything, and then your forehead. “I’m sorry I said that. I didn’t mean it. I know I ain’t…that I’ve been a prick since we arrived here…”

“You’re not.” You reached to hold his hand and squeeze it. “It’s just taking you time to adapt, and I understand, I feel strange too…we’ll get used to this place together, okay?” Daryl nodded, giving you a small, half-smile, and you kissed his lips again.

When you pulled back, Daryl cupped your face with his hand, his thumb stroking your cheek, before moving to the butterfly pin at the side of your hair. “I like it.”

“Thank you…” You bit your lip, smiling like an idiot. “I hadn’t worn hairpins in…forever.” You chuckled and Daryl kissed your cheek before pulling back. “Or makeup, or…” Something came to your mind and you felt shy again. “Daryl…does, uh…does it bother you that I, uh…that I hadn’t shaved in like…uh, forever, almost…”

Daryl blinked at you. “Are ya seriously askin’ me that?” You shrugged and Daryl snorted.

“It’s just…you know…with all the dead walking, and like…surviving and there’s always stuff to do, and…going from here to there, and…yeah, surviving, all that…so I hadn’t even really thought about that until now…so…”

“Y/N.” Daryl stopped you, looking at you like he couldn’t believe you were making a big deal out of it. “I don’t give a fuck.”

“Okay…okay…good…” You smiled and chuckled at yourself, you didn’t know what had gotten into you that day. “I should fix my make-up…”

Daryl nodded and looked at the bathroom. “I, uh…I’m gonna take a shower.”

“Are you?” You knew he still felt weird about it and all these Alexandria commodities.

“Hmm hmm…guessed that I should before goin’ to that damn party.” Daryl shrugged and you couldn’t believe his words.

“Are you coming?” You grinned and Daryl nodded. “Thank you, Daryl, really.” Daryl didn’t say anything, just shrugged again and kissed your forehead before getting into the bathroom, and you went to find him some clean clothes while he showered, looking at yourself in the mirror again…maybe you didn’t look that ridiculous…

*

That party was not Daryl’s thing, that was pretty clear, and neither did you feel like lingering in it. Once you tried every kind of food and drink that they had on display, wondering once again about that place and how they lived as if the apocalypse hadn’t happened, and once you had a laugh with your friends about how odd you all looked with your new clothes, there wasn’t much to do there for you.

You shared some words here and there, some people were nice enough, but you felt self-conscious at the looks of some others, feeling scrutinized, and you knew some of those people were talking quietly to each other about you and your friends.

Daryl was fairing worse than you, you knew, he didn’t mingle easy or liked the small-talk, and you knew that he too felt self-conscious at how some of those people looked at him, you knew it made him think silly stuff that was not true, you knew how self-deprecating he could be sometimes, and so you didn’t want him getting the wrong idea about the curious looks that some Alexandrians gave him.

Also, you’d never, ever admit it or say such a thing aloud, but you were kind of a bit jealous of the way some people looked at him…you got it, Daryl was attractive, and with his hair clean and soft after the shower and those clothes that weren’t worn out and dirty, he was looking very nice, even if he’d rolled his eyes at you and scoffed when you had tried to tell him.

So, yes, you understood some of the looks he got but still...you felt a bit jealous.

Daryl was looking more and more overwhelmed, and you were tired of the party too, even if it was still pretty soon, and so you tugged at his hand.

“Hey, what if we go back home? We can have diner together and make some stew with the rabbit for the next few days,” you suggested, smiling, but Daryl frowned at you.

“Ya sure ya wanna leave?” He asked you, as if he knew you had noticed how awkward and uncomfortable he was and he feared you were asking just for his sake.

“Yes, I’m tired of the party already,” you assured him. “Let’s go to that house and see if we can make it feel like home.”

Daryl nodded, seeming relieved at the idea of leaving.

On your way back to the house, you saw Aaron waving at you from the window of what you supposed was his house.

“Hey!” He greeted you both. “So you finally went to the party.”

“Yes.” You nodded. “And you didn’t.” You had thought you’d see him there.

“Yeah…those are not really my thing.” Aaron chuckled and Daryl made a sound of agreement next to you.

“It wasn’t too bad but…yes, mine either, not for long at least.” You shrugged, smiling back.

“Eric and I were about to have dinner, spaghetti, wanna join?” Aaron asked.

It didn’t sound bad, Aaron and Eric were nice enough and spaghetti sounded rather nice too, and so you looked at Daryl, wanting to see what he wanted. He just shrugged but gave you a nod.

“Okay.”

*

Dinner was nice, better than you had expected, the spaghetti was really good and you had a good time with Aaron and Eric, they were friendly and nice, and they seemed to be trying to make Daryl and you feel welcomed and at home, but without seeming fake as some other Alexandrians.

After dinner, Aaron said that he wanted to show Daryl something at his garage. That something was bike parts, along with the offer to take the bike if he could put it together, and you couldn’t help your smile at the way in which Daryl’s face lit up at it as he started to check the pieces already.

He was going to enjoy that, you knew it, putting a bike together, and he’d love to ride again. This would be good for him, and you couldn’t be more grateful to Aaron for it.

Aaron also had a job offer for Daryl, he’d wanted him to have the bike in order to go out with him to search for people in need to bring them to Alexandria, like he’d done with your family.

Daryl had seemed taken aback, but finally he’d agreed as he kept checking bike pieces, already putting some of them together.

You didn’t know what to think…you were worried at Daryl being out there, it was dangerous, with walkers and dangerous people, you wanted him to be safe in Alexandria…but you also thought that probably Aaron was right and Daryl needed to get out of Alexandria from time to time, go out there again, even if it worried you, and you knew that Daryl liked to help people in need.

Daryl already seemed more at ease that night, snuggled to you in your new bed. He’d been working on the bike for a good couple of hours, until late at night, but you didn’t complain, surprisingly or not, you’d enjoyed chatting with Aaron and Eric while you watched Daryl’s work, so focused and good at it, glad that he’d found in Alexandria something that he could enjoy, thanks to Aaron.

“You’ll be careful when you’re out there with Aaron, yeah?” You whispered to Daryl who hummed a yes, nodding. “You know I’ll worry…and I’ll miss you.”

“Ya could always come too, if ya wanna,” he said quietly. “Could take ya on the bike with me.”

“You wouldn’t mind?” You weren’t sure if Daryl might want to have time for himself alone out there, although he’d be with Aaron too.

“’course I wouldn’t,” Daryl assured you.

“Okay…I think Deanna has a job for me, though,” you sighed, she’d approached you at the party and would be talking about it with you tomorrow. “But whenever I’m free, I’ll go with you.”

Daryl didn’t say anything else, just nodded and snuggled to you.

*

A couple of months had passed since you arrived to Alexandria, and the place had started to feel more like home, the people more familiar, although you’d only call friends Aaron, Eric and Denise.

You thought Daryl felt more at ease too, more used and familiar to the place, but still, he spent almost more time outside than inside the walls, either hunting or going out with Aaron to try and find people.

Sometimes, when you were free, you went with him. Others you had to stay in Alexandria helping with something, just like now.

Daryl had been out with Aaron for a couple of days and you hoped he’d be back soon. It seemed your hopes were answered, you were on your way to take watch when you heard Daryl’s bike, and once the door opened, he rode inside, followed by Aaron on his car.

You ran to him, wrapping your arms around him as soon as he dismounted his bike, and Daryl hugged you just as tight.

“Was everything okay?” You asked, pulling back but keeping your arms around Daryl.

“Yes, we found some stuff to bring back,” Daryl said, nodding to Aaron’s car, and you saw he was already taking out some bags from the trunk. “Gotta help him with it, yer gonna be at the lookout?” He asked and you nodded. “Okay, I’ll see ya there.”

You let go of Daryl after pecking his lips, and you climbed up the lookout while he went to help Aaron.

Not much later, Daryl joined you at the lookout.

“Hey,” he greeted as he climbed up the ladder and then dropped down next to you. “Everythin’ okay in here?”

“Yes, same as always.” You nodded, smiling at him and Daryl smiled too, giving you a nod.

You wanted him to tell you about those days out there, how it’d been, but you knew he was tired, so instead of asking, you’d just wait until he told you by himself.

You shifted until you were sat down between Daryl’s legs, your back against his chest, and you smiled when he wrapped his arms around, letting out a content sigh as he held you to him.

When you were like that, with Daryl, in those shared moments, everything felt nice, as if everything was going to be always okay, when you were like that, even the apocalypse felt nice.

*

N/A

Thanks to everyone who supported the previous chapter, I hope you enjoyed this one.

If you enjoyed this, comments and reblogs are always more than welcome, thanks, comments really make my days and make me happy about posting this.

Also, as always, excuse my English, it’s not my first language.

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Robyn

Rowaelin Month, Day Ten

A/N: I'd planned on posting them in order, but you get what you get. Idk when the other prompts will come tbf. I hope soon. Anyway, I managed to write over 6k words today and I'm pretty fucking proud.

This is just fluff over fluff, so yep enjoy!!

Word count: 3,047

Rowan was unbelievably late as he sped through the streets of Orynth.

So late that the school had called not only him, but also the front desk of the place where he worked when he hadn't answered the call on his personal phone. Sorscha, his assistant, had entered his office with an embarrassed smile on her lips, as if she didn't want to tell him that he had forgotten for the umpteenth time to pick up his daughter from school.

Lorcan had joined him, for some strange reason, but Rowan had stopped bothering when it came to his best friend. He'd been trying to figure out how he reasoned for years and had come to the conclusion that there was no logical sense in the actions of the man sitting next to him, who was currently singing at the top of his lungs to one of the songs on the Frozen CD - which much to the chagrin of both of them, had gotten stuck in his car radio months before, forcing them into hours of torture.

He would never deny that the songs were all quite catchy, but after the sixteenth time Rowan had had to listen to Let It Go at maximum volume, his positive opinion of the film had begun to waver.

As they pulled into the school parking lot, Rowan noticed with deep regret that the only cars still there were those of the teachers and school staff.

They both got out of the car, Rowan walking quickly towards the entrance while Lorcan dragged behind him.

He greeted the caretakers sitting at the entrance, who returned a big smile. A smile that grew even wider when his large, imposing friend entered a few moments later. He stopped to talk to the old ladies and Rowan walked down the corridor he knew led to Robyn's classroom.

He could hear muffled voices from inside the teachers' room on the left and the one he knew belonged to Miss Galathynius coming from the right. He looked out over the classroom, spotting the two people sitting at a desk.

As soon as his daughter saw him, her eyes widened and a huge smile flashed across her face.

No words. No "hello, daddy!" or "I missed you!" from the little girl.

Her teacher turned as she leapt out of her chair and ran towards him, hugging his legs and looking up at him. Rowan smiled at her in turn, running a hand over her hair that was shot in every direction.

"Hello, little bird," he murmured to her. The child's smile widened even more if that was possible.

The woman a few feet away from them pulled herself upright, crossing her arms over her chest and offering a sincere smile to the child, who hid behind his thighs.

Rowan was about to tell her that Robyn was shy with everyone like this, ready to defend his daughter's behaviour as he was used to doing in front of every adult, but he was beaten to the punch.

"It's good to see you, Mr Whitethorn," she said, extending a hand. Rowan shook it without hesitation. "Actually, I just wanted to write you a letter regarding Robyn," she continued, never taking her eyes off the little girl. "Nothing serious," she hastened to reassure him when Rowan grimaced, "quite the contrary. Robyn is remarkably good. One of the best in the class, though I shouldn't offer that information so bluntly."

Miss Galathynius winked at him, but he couldn't process what he'd just been told.

"Sorry, could you-"

The little hands clamped around his trousers tightened a fraction more and Rowan looked down, trying to figure out what was bothering his daughter, but then something happened that he hadn't even dared to dream about in recent times.

"You're here!"

The little girl broke off and ran away from him in less than the blink of an eye.

Rowan turned just in time to see Lorcan grab Robyn in mid-air, spinning her around as he brought her to his chest and showered her with kisses. The loud, incessant laughter that erupted from her seemed too much coming from that fragile little body, but he never tired of hearing it.

"Why hello baby!" said Lorcan laughing in turn, starting to tickle her until she begun to rebel and he was forced to let her slide to the floor. Robyn was still laughing at the top of her lungs and nearly fell to the ground as she squealed left and right, letting herself be pushed around by the closest thing to an uncle she had ever had.

When Rowan turned back to the woman, she was wide-eyed and her lips slightly parted as she watched the massive man dressed completely in black and the menacing face turn into a completely different person the second he had seen Robyn.

He chuckled, "I know, it's not every day you get to see a little girl be so comfortable with a brute like that."

Lorcan, who was listening to everything, looked him straight in the eye and without stopping smiling and playing with the little girl, mouthed to him to fuck off.

"Well, yeah. You caught me a little off guard." she confessed, still shocked to hear how Robyn was having a full conversation with Lorcan. They couldn't hear anything of what she was actually saying, but even just the fact she was talking to someone seemed to have Aelin unsettled.

She returned her attention to Rowan and let out a breath that sounded more like a giggle, "I've never heard her laugh before."

He nodded, blushing a little at the teacher's surprised but relieved tone.

"I'm sure the dean warned you about the problem she has," he said in a low voice. He grimaced at her poor choice of words, "I mean, not problem, but the difficulty she finds in interacting with people she doesn't know."

Liar, he told himself. Robyn hadn't spoken to anyone but him and Lorcan since the day Lyria had died. It wasn't a difficulty, but a response to the trauma that prevented her from speaking to anyone who wasn't part of her immediate family.

"I know, I know. We've been looking for solutions together." she informed him. "I give her a white board every morning. Come on, I'll show you." she turned to the desk they were sitting at earlier and raised the magnetic board, on which a few words were scribbled on. "I'll write here what she might need. Yes. No. I need to go to the bathroom. I'm thirsty. I'm hungry." she read, listing the various options. Rowan gaped. "We've only just started going over the alphabet for a second time, so she can't really read or write yet, as I imagine you know, but the little drawings next to each sentence help her."

She continued talking, but he couldn't quite follow.

The woman in front of him - aside from being breathtakingly beautiful - had done as much as she could to help her child with communication.

"Mr. Whitethorn-"

"Rowan. Please, call me Rowan." he said, clearing his throat once he realized how hoarse it sounded to his ears. Lorcan walked up to them at that point, still holding Robyn in his arms and positioned himself next to him, letting their shoulders touch in a comforting way.

"Call me Aelin, then," she smiled at them both. Then she made a small grimace, turning to Rowan, "I wanted to ask if it bothered you, that I sought a solution like that. Maybe I put her in distress, embarrassed her. I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I wanted to solve this on my own. I really wanted to discuss it with you, with your husband too, to avoid misunderstandings. Maybe we could arrange a meeting."

He was about to tell her that she had given him the exact opposite of annoyance, that he had been more than pleased that she had helped Robyn this way, when her words finally registered.

Lorcan, beside him, had opened his mouth wide and his lips were slowly bending into a mischievous smile.

Rowan furrowed his brow, "I'm sorry, what?"

Aelin's smile seemed to falter. "A meeting? With you? To talk about how to handle the situation," then she shifted her gaze to Lorcan, "You're more than welcome to join as well. I didn't know Robyn had two dads, I apologise for assuming Robyn had a mum and dad. That was very rude of me-"

"I love this," Lorcan whispered, laughing in shock. He turned to Rowan with eyes that sparkled with amusement, "I would definitely be the top."

Rowan looked at him with an expression of complete shock on his face, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Robyn gasped, opening her eyes wide and bringing a hand to her mouth, pointing then to Rowan's.

"Yeah, sorry, love. I shouldn't have said the bad word." he apologised, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. He turned back to Miss Galathynius, "I'm sorry to have to disappoint you, but we're not married."

"No need to lie, sweetie. I'm sure Aelin," he gave her a knowing look, "doesn't mind at all about our relationship status."

Aelin nodded, "Well, yes. That doesn't change anything. Mr..." she turned to Lorcan, searching for a name.

"Salvaterre."

"Mr. Salvaterre can still attend. The fact that you are not yet married is no reason why you cannot both be present at the meeting. You don't have to worry, we are a very tolerant school and if anyone bothers you, you can come directly to me."

A sound of sheer glee escaped Lorcan.

Aelin continued, "I mean it. I was pleased to see both of you today. I was also pleased to see Robyn smiling so much." she concluded, looking the little one in the face.

Rowan took a deep breath, bracing himself, "No, I meant, we're not a couple. We're not gay. He's her uncle."

The woman's blonde eyebrows shot up and a second later she turned almost as red as the dress Robyn was wearing as Lorcan shook his head muttering something very much like 'you're no fun', which made Robyn giggle.

"Why did you even get off the car?" he asked him exasperated.

Lorcan shrugged, "Because I missed my little bean, you monster." he replied, clutching Robyn to his chest. The little girl clutched Lorcan's shirt in her chubby little hands and Rowan huffed, shaking his head.

Aelin brought her hands to her face, leaning against the desk behind her. She shook her head, her face still hidden, "Oh, god. I'm so sorry."

Lorcan let out a dry laugh, "Don't worry about it. It was fun while it lasted." then he turned to Rowan again, who was still trying to recover from the idea of being involved in a relationship with his friend, "You're really no fun."

"Yeah, no fun dad." repeated Robyn.

Silence fell over the class. Rowan looked at her with wide eyes and blinked once, twice. Robyn was staring at him with a sweet scowl that mimicked so much that of the man who was still holding her, but Rowan couldn't get over the fact that his daughter had spoken while Aelin was still beside them.

He was about to talk, noticing how Robyn had started squirming in Lorcan's arms, when there was a knock at the door.

They both turned, Aelin peering over Rowan's shoulder, and saw the figure of a petite girl with black hair and eyes standing in the doorway, watching them with her head slightly bent to the side. She had a tag on her t-shirt that was too colourful to belong to someone who didn't work in a school with children, so he guessed she was a teacher herself. Besides, Rowan felt like he'd seen her elsewhere. Probably every day when he picked Robyn up from school, he said to himself.

"I know you're not supposed to eavesdrop but I stopped by earlier and heard you were a couple of dads," she said by way of introduction. "I just wanted to reassure you that the school is an extremely safe place. I'm the one who did most of the interviews with the parents," that's where they had met then, "and one of the questions that is asked is just about the tolerance of the people who will be attending the school."

Aelin watched her, remaining silent the whole time and putting on an amused smile, nodded, "That's what I was telling them. How tolerant the school is. They make such a cute couple, don't you think, Elide?"

Rowan turned to her, arching an eyebrow, silently asking her what she was doing. The woman, as if she could truly understand what he was trying to convey to her, nodded her head towards Lorcan, who Rowan only then noticed was standing weirdly, his eyes fixed on the woman in the doorway.

He grinned, deciding to take his revenge right away. "Oh, yes. Thank you so much for the reassurance," Rowan began to play along as well. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lorcan turn towards him, dropping Robyn to the floor, who made a disapproving noise at being dumped so suddenly. "We are happy to know that this school is a safe place for our daughter. And for us."

Elide offered him a blinding smile, "Good. I'm happy to hear that you are pleased so far. And I am happy that Aelin is the one who is taking your daughter's class. She's the best one here."

Rowan didn't know her yet, but he knew the thing Elide had just said could only be true.

"Well," she said again, giving them an apologetic smile, "I really must go now, but if you need anything, you can find all my contact details on the website. Have a nice day!"

Aelin and Rowan said their goodbyes, thanking her. Lorcan took a while to recover, but when he realised he was staring into empty space he ran towards the door, almost stepping on little Robyn, who was moved by Aelin.

"We are very much not gay, miss!" he shouted into the hallway. Aelin, now beside him and with a hand on Robyn's shoulder, cackled. With Lorcan's infinite luck, someone walked by just then and gave him a stern look. "Oh, shut up ma'am. I'm an ally. The best ally."

Rowan shook his head as Lorcan launched himself in pursuit of the poor teacher and burst out laughing when he heard him shout, "I'm not homophobic! I'm willing to suck someone's cock if I have to prove it to you!"

Aelin opened her mouth wide before bursting out laughing in turn.

Robyn, seeing both adults so happy, giggled too and Rowan bent down to pick her up. The little girl laid her full head of white-light hair on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

She was tired and Rowan really needed to get her home to sleep.

He glanced at Aelin and reduced his lips to a thin line, "I'm sorry about the commotion, I'll try not to bring him into the building again. Even if it means tying him to the seat."

The soft laugh she gave made something tighten in his chest. He frowned.

Aelin didn't seem to notice the effect she had on him, "Don't worry, Elide is crazy about fools like him. If he says the right things, we might start seeing each other outside of school too."

Rowan nodded, now too caught up in the thought of having to take Robyn home to focus on anything else.

They agreed on when to hold the parent-teacher meeting and then he grabbed Robyn's backpack, walking towards the exit.

He was thoughtless as he reached into his pocket for his keys and balanced everything else - including the girl - on his other arm, but when Robyn's hand brushed his cheek, he looked down and his eyes met their twins. Green against green.

"What is it?"

The little girl's voice never stopped making him smile. Each time was like the first time she had said dada.

"I really like her."

Rowan frowned, "Who?"

"Miss Aelin." she whispered, almost as if she was afraid they might hear her.

He smiled at her, "Yeah? You like her?"

"She's nice to me."

Rowan had to put her down as he opened the door and let her get into the back seats by herself.

"I'm glad she's treating you well, love," he let her know, buckling her in.

He hoped she'd tell him more about her new teacher, but like any kid her age, the topic of conversation couldn't last for more than four lines apiece, "Where's Uncle Lorcan?"

Rowan snorted, "No idea, little bird."

Robyn nodded, "Elide is pretty too."

And as if those words had summoned him, Lorcan appeared beside the car, making them both scream. He entered the car in a heartbeat and turned to his daughter, who was still settling into the seat. "Do you know Miss Lochan?"

But before she could answer him, Rowan had entered the car in turn and smacked the back of his head, which made the Robyn giggle, "You're not using my daughter as your wingman. Now stop it and buckle up."

Lorcan gave him a gentle push, before doing as he was told and for once he was happy he'd convinced him to do something.

Or at least, Rowan thought he had convinced him.

"What if I left you a note to deliver to Miss Lochan, Rob? Would you be up for it?"

Rowan knew, even without looking at her, that she was nodding emphatically.

Keeping his eyes on the road, he murmured, "Could you stop calling my daughter Rob, please? You'll give her an existential crisis."

Lorcan clicked his tongue against his palate, "Rowan, I'm not giving her a damn thing. We live in this new world, okay? Your daughter could be called Simon and still be a beautiful princess. Grow up and educate yourself before you talk shit."

"Aaaah!" shouted Robyn, "Bad word!"

Rowan sighed and shook his head, but still he was smiling.

This was his life. Had been for the past two years.

And he wouldn't change it for the world.

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[merci-bitch]

Her Lover

Alma LeFay Peregrine x fem!reader

Warnings: abuse, swearing, death, fluff, angst

Words: 5k

A/N: it’s been a while, hasn’t it. Lol. I’ve been having my exams and shit and I’ve been working on this for the longest time so I’m really sorry if there’s a word that’s not supposed to be there, I don’t really proof read. But hopefully more stuff shall be coming soon. Ta ta! Xx

Jake was surprised, it was all real. What his grandfather had told him, all those stories. They were real. It was unbelievable. At first, when he saw the boomed children's home he didn't really believe it. As that man said at the pub. 3 September 1943. No one survived, but then how come Miss Peregrine's letter had only come 2 years before to his grandfather. How was that even possible?

When we first entered the loop, he of course ran away and nearly got himself killed. Thankfully his new friends saved him from those angry Walsh people. The house looked so different from those ruins he saw. It was actually a very beautiful house. Big and tall and all those flowers growing up on the sides. Completely different.

Miss Peregrine wasn't anything like he'd expected. Not at all, despite from all the stories he'd got from his grandfather. Apparently she was the bird flying above him and his father when they first arrived to Cairnholm. Ever since Jake arrived, he'd notice that on the bird's right hand, her ring finger. There was a small ring with a single diamond. Jake knew it wasn't probably wasn't his thing to ask, but he didn't see anyone else then the people he'd already seen. His grandfather had never really mentioned anything or anyone else then the ones he'd already talked about.

He had helped Emma with the baby squirrel, it was a bit awkward wrapping the rope around her waist. He'd noticed Miss Peregrine's glare, it was uneasy. As if she felt some sort of jealousy? But that was ridiculous. Absurd. Jake had agreed to join them for supper. Emma was helping him in his grandfather's old room. He just couldn't but ask.

"Emma, could I ask you a question?"

"Jake, I told you that there are questions I can't answer." Emma said as she tied his tie.

"I know, but it's just. Does Miss Peregrine love you? Like, that way?"

Emma stilled. Almost uncomfortably.

"Jake. What's got you to even think of such disgusting things?!"

"I'm sorry! It's just, I saw her glare." Jake held his hands up in defeat.

Emma let out a sigh. Looked down before looking up again. "You must understand. Miss Peregrine, well all of us lost someone dear. It's taking her long time to actually get back to who she is. So please, stop asking questions." As she finished speaking the bell rang. They both walked down together and Jake almost sat down on Millard.

"Millard. Go and put some clothes on. Polite persons do not take their supper in the nude."

Jake almost felt sorry for him, he didn't mean to take his place really. He couldn't see him, obviously. He was, well he is invisible. During dinner, he couldn't help but stare at Miss Peregrine's right hand with that ring. Her long slim fingers with those long nails. The ring was silver. The small diamond was pretty. And shiny.

"Claire, why aren't you eating?" Miss Peregrine asked, looking with worry to Claire. Chewing on the piece of food.

"She's embarrassed in front of Jake." Hugh said, leaning over to Claire.

Jake shook his head. "Don't be. Please."

Claire looked over at Miss Peregrine with a small smile and Miss Peregrine sent Claire a wink before turning back to her own food. Claire grabbed the chicken leg and put it behind her head and a few seconds later she put the clean bone back on her plate.

"So Jake, what's your peculiarity?" Horace asked. Leaning over the table a bit to see Jake as he asked.

"Oh, I'm not peculiar." Jake stammered.

Enoch put down his fork and knife and said, "And that, my friends, is why he will not be staying with us. No matter how hard we try to persuade him."

Miss Peregrine spoke up again. Her voice light but firm. "We've spoken about this. Jake is just visiting."

Hugh opened his mouth, "He might want to say."

"Don't you want to stay, Jake?" Olive asked.

"Tonight? Or..-" Jake didn't get a chance to finish of his sentence before Claire irrupted him.

"Forever! You should stay forever." Her smile big.

"Why would he, if he doesn't have to? He can live out there, grow older, have a good time instead." Enoch said. Trying to make a clear point of why he didn't want Jake in the house. Jake could feel Emma slightly lift from her seat despite being strapped down. She was getting uncomfortable.

"He'll leave, just like his grandfather did." With that, Enoch started eating again and Emma got up and practically ran out of the room despite her heavy shoes. Miss Peregrine's call for Emma didn't stop her. As Emma left, a clothed Millard came into the room. Excusing himself. Sitting down and starting to eat his own food.

"Deep breathes Alma, you know how dear Enoch gets with new company."

Miss Peregrine closed her eyes at the voice inside her head. She was right. She slowly got up as the telephone rang. "I think you should all get ready for movie time while I answer that."

"But you always let us stay for it." Claire begged. Miss Peregrine turned around and gave the children a glare that almost scared Jake. She was a strange woman, yes she was. Miss Peregrine stepped out to the hallway, to the ringing telephone. This time, she nearly didn't answer it. Wishing the voice inside her head would come back. Missing the touch of that person with the voice nearly threw her off guard. She nearly kicked herself from going off schedule. Shaking her head, she answered the telephone and went on with the schedule.

The time went on, again. Horace's projected his dreams. One particular dream made Alma tense up. She couldn't watch it. She turned on the lights and heard all the groans from the children. It was almost re-set time. Olive asked Jake to stay and see the re-set. Enoch clearly didn't want him to. Alma felt herself chuckle softly. The arguments between Enoch and re-set. Alma stepped out in her raincoat and put on her gas mask after putting on the music. Run Rabbit Run. She would always sing along to the song-Alma kicked herself mentally again. She stopped her clock, she turned it 24 times to represent the 24 hours of the loop. She took of the gas mask and smiled towards her children.

She said her goodnight to the other children as Emma and Jake made their way out the door. Her smile faded as they disappeared from her view. She closed the door, knowing Emma would lock it. She slowly made her way up the stairs, to the end of the hallway, to her bedroom. She opened the door and walked in and closed the door again and locked it. Leaning against the door and closing her eyes.

"You know me better then I do. Can't seem to keep nothing from you. How you touch my soul from the outside. I still love you even though I'm scared. Learning to be grateful of myself. I wish I could love me like you did, how I wish I could trust myself like you did."

She moved from the door and towards her desk and sat down and started unpinning her hair. Brushing through her hair slowly. That black-blue hair. The little curls. She got undressed and dressed in her lacy nightgown and brushed her teeth and took off the makeup she'd been carrying during the day. She laid down in the cold bed, shivering slightly. Falling asleep after a few minutes.

***

"Clarice! Clarice come on. We have to get back. We can't stay in La Pari forever. We've been gone 7 years too long!" Claire let out a groan and stopped walking. "But Y/N! I love Paris!" Y/N shook her head. Her little sister was definitely a number. "Well, you wrote to Alma we'd be home, so let's go." Clarice didn't move. "I? I didn't write. She's your wife." Y/N felt herself tense up. Oh no. Y/N had forgotten to write, and she'd hopped her darling sister had written.

"When was the last time You wrote back home Clarice." Y/N looking over at her sister, with a glare almost identical to Alma's. Clarice bit her bottom lip. "5 years ago." Y/N felt her head spinning. She sat down and rubbed her forehead. Clarice started laughing. "What's so funny?!" Clarice threw her head back in laughter.

"Oh lord, the handful you will get when you get back. I mean Abe will definitely be in her side." Clarice said while patting her older sister's shoulder. "God. She'd kill me. I swear, I didn't mean to forget and I thought you'd been writing." Clarice shook her head. "But you're right. Let's go home."

***

"Jake, you're back. How wonderful." Miss Peregrine said as she held the Ymbryne tight to her.

"How's it doing?" Jake asked. "Emma said it was an Ymbryne."

"She. Not 'it'. Ymbrynes are always female." Miss Peregrine said as she looked up at Jake. "And Emma was quite correct. This is Miss Avocet." Miss Peregrine continued to give Miss Avocet the medicine.

"Her loop's in Blackpool, England." Jake said. Miss Peregrine slowly turned her head up towards him and saw him holding a piece of paper. "That was a private letter, Jake." She said as she put down the medication.

"Who is Mr. Barron?" Jake asked, slightly raising his voice.

Miss Peregrine's face expression turned blank and her right hand came almost protectively over Miss Avocet.

"Miss Peregrine, if my grandpa was involved with dangerous people. I need to tell the police." Miss Peregrine looked up at Jake again, her brows knitted with confusion.

"Police? Are you implying Abe died an unnatural death?" Her voice going quiet.

"I found him in the woods, with his eyes missing. I'd say that was pretty unnatural." Jake said as he watched Miss Peregrine raise from her chair. Miss Peregrine looked at Jake in disappointment, snatching the letter out of his hands.

"Unless essential, I don't discuss unpleasant matters. An Ymbryne's duty is to protect children, Jake." With that, she left the room, almost in a hurry.

"I'm not a child! He wanted you to tell me everything!" Jake shouted after her. Jake let out a sigh of frustration and walked down the hallway and was stopped when both Enoch and Olive came into his view.

"Oh. How frustrating for you. Between Miss Peregrine's rules and my housemates' little pact not to scare you off, it's like no one's telling you anything." Enoch was sarcastic. Olive stood quietly behind him. Jake leaned forward.

"Why don't you, then? It's not like you want me here."

This time, Olive spoke up.

"Enoch, you can't. You promised." Enoch looked back at Olive before answering.

"Olive's right. I do know someone who can get away with breaking rules though. Want to meet him?" Jake looked a bit uneasy at Enoch before following him up the stairs. Olive behind them.

"Enoch, don't do this. Please!" She grabbed his arm, begging him not to do whatever he was going to do.

"You want to spend time with me and Jake, we can all play together. That's what you said." Enoch said as they reached a door at the end of the hallway. Olive stood in front of them. Not letting them pass through the door.

"Well, here we all are." Enoch said. Olive looked up at him with a bit ready expression. "Move Olive."

"If you're going to be like that, then I don't want to be your friend." With that, Olive left. Sobbing quietly to herself while walking down the hallway.

"Enoch, leave Victor alone. It really upsets Bronwyn." Fiona said as she walked up to Enoch and Jake. Enoch put both his hands on Fiona's shoulders, "Stop fussing, Fiona. Don't you think Jake should meet everybody?" He said while looking over at Jake.

"He's trying to frighten you away, Jake. He's always jealous of Abe. And now he's jealous of you. Come and play with us instead."

Enoch crossed his arms and looked at Jake, waiting for an answer. Jake didn't really know what to say.

"I'd quite like to meet Victor." Jake said after some time. Enoch smiled and ruffed Fiona's hair. Enoch opened the door, letting Jake walk in. "After you."

In the middle of the room there was a bed, covered in thin layers of fabric, and Jake saw Victor, lying there. He slowly walked in, moving with small steps towards the bed.

"Hello, Victor. I'm Jake. I'm sorry to disturb.." Jake looked down at Victor. His eyes were missing.

"Yeah, he can't hear you." Enoch said. Enoch got on his knees and opened Victor's shirt and put the heart he held down into Victor's chest. Jake saw how Victor's chest started to heavy. Almost like a jump scare in movies, Victor sat up and looked over at Jake.

"Hello, Jake. I'm Victor. Do you want to know what killed me?" Almost like a puppet he was. It scared Jake and he ran out of the room, downstairs where Miss Peregrine and the rest of the children were waiting.

"Ah, there you are. Is Enoch with you? It'd time for our daily walk." Miss Peregrine said.

***

Alma walked into the room where Victor lay. Sighing once seeing Victor's covers down. She pulled them up, making sure they covered him and slowly sat down. Noticing the tear falling down his cheek. Softly wiping it away and pulling him up and held him against her chest.

One of the most disappointing things she'd ever done. How she couldn't be able to save Victor, how she'd let her poor child die. She never meant for him to die, she never meant for Bronwyn to lose her brother. Alma felt herself tear up.

"It's alright Alma, you did what you could and for that, Victor will forever be grateful."

She really wanted to believe those words. Oh, how hard life could be. She couldn't let herself to cry. She'd always say it was alright to cry, but Alma just couldn't. She slowly put Victor back in his place and looked at her watch. She had a few minutes before the children would be back, but she had to keep schedule.

Alma walked out of the room, closing the door. Walking down the hallway to the right and then further down that hallway and then into her own bedroom. Closing the door behind her, locking it. Just in case. She quickly walked over to the dressed against the wall, opened a drawer and pulled out a shirt that didn't belong to her.

Sticking her nose deep into the fabric, closing her eyes and breathing in the familiar sent. Holding onto the shirt tightly. Alma felt her eyes sting.

Why did life have to be so cruel? Why couldn't just one person live a life and be happy. Is it only fairytales that get their happy endings and not people in the real world? Was the 'perfect' life all just a big lie that you were told on the television outisde loops? Why couldn't you just live yourself in your dreams? Wouldn't life be so much better if you could? It would save all troubles from people.

Alma slowly sat down on the bed. Still holding the shirt tightly to her. Breathing in the sent again. Letting her eyes roll back for just a second. Accidentally losing herself in the sent. Letting a soft moan escape her mouth which caused her to blush. Hand covering her mouth as she blushed even more.

"My shirt hm?"

Alma turned around with a gasp. No one was there, she let out a sigh. Alma got up again, checked her clock and put the shirt back in the drawer and walked downstairs. Waiting for the children to arrive back home.

***

"Clarice, where was the loop again?"

"You can't be serious. We lived with Alma for years, you're married to her for gods sake!" Clarice sat down in the damp grass, crossing her arms. Letting out a huff.

"Awh, stop acting like a bloody kid! Maybe help me instead of acting like such a bloody moron!" Y/N answered to her sister.

She let out a huff and sat down on a rock. Y/N felt bad. She'd been gone 7 years too long and Alma probably thought she was dead. Just because her little sister didn't write as she used to. Y/N reaches into her pocket and pulled out a few photos. Photos she took, before she left.

Most were of Alma. It was one of the only times she'd let her time be taken from her. She missed the bird.

"Could you stop sobbing and perhaps do something to help? You cant stare at th-hey. Y/N. Was that Abe?"

Y/N looked up and saw nothing. She turned to her sister and hit the back of her head.

"Very funny."

***

The children were packing after they're realisation that they couldn't stay. As Alma had finally gotten the suitcase to close, thanks to the twins, the doorbell rang. How odd. She hadn't expected anyone. Alma walked up towards the door and opened the door and felt her whole body tense.

"Miss Peregrine, what a pleasure to meet you at last!"

Mr. Barron was holding his hand shaped knife against Jake's neck. Alma felt her breathing stop for only a second. What on earth was happening?!

"May we come in?"

Alma took a few steps back, letting him inside the house. Her children standing on the stairs.

"Children! Would you make your way down the stairs, please?" Mr. Barron shouted.

Alma raised her voice. "I give the orders in this house, Mr. Barron." Looking at him sternly.

"Not today. You should know that Jake has served his purpose. If you value his life, I suggest everyone does as they're told. Children!"

Alma raised her finger and shushed him. "No one tells my children what to do!" Alma turned around, a split of disgust in her expression. "Children, come down here, please." Her voice was strong but soft.

The children made their way slowly down the stairs.

"Miss Peregrine-"

"I thought I told you to be quiet." Alma snapped back at him. Giving him one of her famous death glares. She slowly made her way around again to look at her beautiful children. Knowing she might never see them again.

"Children, for Jake's safety, we're going to do what Mr. Barron asks. He wishes to take me with him to his rendezvous in Blackpool. So, for his protection, he'd like me to assume bird form, preferably caged. And he'd like you to make your way into a lockable room, such as the parlour." Alma turned her frame towards the parlour then back to her children before turning around to look at Mr. Barron.

"As he won't release Jake if he fears an attack could be mounted upon him once he loses his leverage. Correct, Mr. Barron?" Alma raised her chin, showing how she awfully despised him. Mr. Barron was at loss of words.

"You're sacrificing yourself and all of us, for Jake?"

Came behind her, Alma turned around and looked at Enoch.

"Me. Barrons travels with a Hollow, Enoch. Once it arrives here, we're all dead." She could almost feels Mr. Barron's wicked grin behind her. Alma saw Horace lean in to whisper something to Enoch but didn't bother to listen. It took everything not to shed a tear. She'd lost everything now. The woman she loved the most, her dear children. Everything.

She moved towards the parlours door and said her goodbye to each child that passed her, ending with a hug from Emma and the twins which made her she'd a tear. Once every child was inside the parlour, she grabbed the door handle to each door and took a deep breath and looked over her children.

"It's been my privilege, to care for you all. Goodbye my children."

Alma closed the doors and turned the lock and turned to face Barron, showing her anger through her tear stained cheeks. Taking steps forward.

"Now let him go."

"Oh, but the fun's just begun Alma." Barron let out a low chuckle.

"How dare you speak my name, filthy bastard." Alma tightened her tone. Growing more impatient by each second that passed.

Barron let out another chuckle, this time of surprise.

"My my, what words those pretty lips let out. Tell me, how's dear old Y/N doing?"

Alma clenched her jaw. Feeling as she might explode.

"How dare you speak her name?! How dare you come here, act like you own everything I have. You took her from me! How dare you mention anything of her's. I know what you did to her family, how her parents practically coward before you. On their knees begging to not die. Letting their dear children's lives pay their depth."

As Alma continued, Barron only chuckled. Jake was confused. Who was Y/N? What did this woman mean to Miss Peregrine?

"Technically I wasn't the one who sold her, her mother was. Her dear parents are still loyal to me as ever. I'd never gotten a chance to meet dear Y/N. So tell me, where is she?"

This time, it was Alma's time to be confused.

"What do you mean by that. No tricks Mr. Barron. I want the honest truth."

As he let Jake go, letting out a groan. "Listen, lady. I'd never meet her. If I had, do you think I'd be asking you? So come now Miss Peregrine. Where is she. Her mommy and daddy just wanna say hello."

Alma felt herself start to tremble. Y/N hadn't been in Barron's possession.

She'd spoken to Jake. Begging him to care of her children before turning into bird form. Flying into the cage. Leaving with Mr. Barron. If her dearest was really alive, she'd never see her again. Nor her beloved children.

***

"Emma, I have a question. Look-I know you don't answer them but it's about something Miss Peregrine said before she turned into a bird. Who's Y/N?"

Emma went quiet for a moment, not really wanting to speak. Jake let out a sigh and continued to talk.

"Mr. Barron said he'd never meet Y/N before. What does this mean-who is she?" Jake looked t Emma who's eyes looked at his. A slight tone of happiness appearing on her face.

"So, that means she could still possibly be alive." Emma's smile got bigger.

"Who is she? Is she another peculiar?" Jake was growing impatient.

Emma sighed. "Alright, if I tell you. Will you stop asking?"

Jake nodded his head and sat down and waited for Emma to speak.

"Y/N came to our home years ago, before Miss Peregrine had made the loop. She came with her sister Clarice. When they came they were both pretty young. I think Clarice was 15 and Y/N perhaps 20. I heard Miss Peregrine talk with them about what had happened to them. It wasn't really, nice."

Emma sat down herself and took a deep breath.

"Mr. Barron came to their house, in the middle of the night and killed their brother, well took his eyes. He was around 8. She talked about how their parents had sold them to Barron for their own safety. But before Barron could touch them they'd ran away. They'd taken the boat and arrived here."

Jake listened as she explained more about Y/Nk's past. But there was just one question bothering him.

"What about the ring on Miss Peregrine's finger?" Jake asked.

"Y/N and Miss Peregrine kinda fell for each other. A few years after the loop was created, they got married. Then again a few years later, perhaps 7 years ago. Both of them left, Y/N and her sister. But after two years they stopped writing back home. We heard nothing from them and since Barron wanted to recreate the experiment Miss Peregrine told you about.”

Jake nodded, shocked. He had nothing against the LGBT community but he’d never thought Miss Peregrine was a lesbian. Perhaps she wasn’t, maybe just fell for the one person she trusted most.

They went on, the plan to save Miss Peregrine.

***

“Clarice, fix it. Please. Something has happened.”

Y/N was panicking. The loop was gone, not a child in sight. Alma wasn’t here either. Clarice had the peculiarity of restoring time, she restored the loop. Made everything go back to normal. The house looked itself again but no child was there. What the hell happened. How long has the house been like this? Clarice was too busy walking to her room.

Y/N looked around, saw suitcases. Were they leaving? But why, and where? It felt strange being back in the house, but with everyone gone. Y/N walked around, touching the walls and everything. Y/N walked upstairs and into the bedroom she once shared with Alma and closed the door behind her. Alma’s perfume hitting her like a smack in the face. The scent of smoke, flowers.

She pulled open the drawer and pulled out one of the dark blue lacy nightgowns and spelled. Alma. Y/N looked out the window. It was dark and it was raining. Y/N loved the rain. She walked over to the window and sat down by the window and opened it to listen to the rain and felt herself drift off into sleep.

***

Alma opened the door and walked in. How in the hell was the house still standing? She hadn’t reset the loop. She was wet and she was tired and drained. She quickly walked into the bathroom connected to her room and took a warm, long and hot shower. She wrapped the towel around herself and stepped out. Looking in the drawer for her nightgown but it wasn’t there. Alma turned her head to the figure she saw sitting by the window and nearly had a heart attack.

She grabbed her pillow and hit Y/N with it multiple times.

“You reckless little-“

“Alma, hey! Stop hitting me!”

“I have every right to be angry at you! I thought you were dead. For 7 years you’ve been gone and then you stop writing?!”

Y/N could see Alma’s cheeks turning red from anger. She stepped forward, grabbing the pillow out of Alma’s hands and kissed her knuckles. Which made Alma shut up.

“Why’d you do that to me, to the children.” Alma’s voice was on breaking point.

Y/N looked up, into those blue eyes. “I never meant to. I forgot to write-“ Alma cut her off with a snort.

“Of course you did.” Alma took the nightgown from Y/N and dropped her towel and put it on. Feeling Y/N’s eyes on her. It made her shiver. Then she felt arms wrapped around her waist and a soft kiss on her right shoulder. “I’ve missed you. Please don’t leave again.” She felt Y/N shake her head and turned around in her arms and kissed her lover on the lips softly. Nearly losing herself in her lover’s lips. Laughing softly after feeling Y/N’s hands tickle her sides.

“I hate you.”

“You love me birdy.”

#alma peregrine x reader #alma peregrine #mphfpc

[itsbeaconhillsbaby]

I love your writings, they’re so good and realistic and not weird and cringe like some others on here, by far the best I’ve seen in a while !! Was just wondering if you’re taking requests and if so if you could do one when your an actress and have always had a crush on him but you meet him at an after party at a premier or something and have flirty banter and maybe more ? Thankyou x

hello my lovely x

this is so unbelievably sweet I've been screaming since this popped into my inbox. I wanted to start this off by saying a massive thank you - this is my first ever requested piece and I am so excited to be able to create something for you! this is a milestone fic: the 10th fic that I've written for tom, and is also one of my longest!! I also want to apologise for how long it has taken me; I started on this a while ago now and you have been so patient and kind! please enjoy and let me know what you think! (also the timing that this is now coming out on his birthday is all the spook!!) 

after party antics || tom holland x reader

word count: 2729 warnings: alcohol use summary: premiere after party meet cute

Circular tables filled the floor as glittering chandeliers hung low from the ceilings above. Pretty foliage and large blooming fresh flowers in pastel pinks, greens and blues, draped through the room, entangling themselves around chairs and across wooden beams. Lace, satin and chiffon brushed along the floors as what felt like the entire film industry conversed with one another; hands clutching at suit jacketed arms, glasses clinking in cheers. 

Music, chatter, camera flashes and laughing filled the room - sounds reverberating all around. You glide through the crowds, smiling and nodding your thanks as people congratulated you from either side.

Taking a detour from your path, you spotted the signs for the bathroom and let out a shaky exhale when it appeared empty. Resting your hands on the wash basin and closing your eyes, you took a couple of deep breaths before your face erupted into a toothy grin, a small squeal of excitement bubbling from your lips.

You were at an after-party.

For your very first film.

Surrounded by some of Hollywood’s finest.

WHAT!

If your best friend woke you up stating that this was all some insane dream, you wouldn’t be surprised. It would make more sense, actually – this just couldn’t be your life.

You could feel yourself spiralling and spritzed a little bit of water onto your face to calm yourself down, making sure not to ruin the amazing make-up look that your team had spent so long perfecting earlier that day.

The premiere had only just finished.

You had walked across the red carpet on wobbly legs – cameras flashing, thousands of fans screaming from behind barriers, photographers and press overpowering each other in order to get the best angles and shots; screaming for you to ‘look over here’, ‘turn to the side.’

The premiere had only just finished up as you sat amongst a drool-worthy cast; some of the biggest names in Hollywood. Joining such a large cast was daunting, especially considering who some of those people were – and more so since it was with Marvel, one of - if not the - biggest film franchises out there.

You took another look in the mirror, tucking your hair behind your ears and smoothing down the front. Giving a twirl in your signature Teuta Matoshi gown, the tulle dress embroidered with tiny little yellow daffodils and white daisies, you took a moment to admire your favourite designer as you adjusted the slightly puffed sleeves before leaving the restroom.

You held the door open behind you to allow for a gaggle of tall women to enter in beautiful flowing gowns, turning abruptly to shift yourself out of the way - smiling at them as they all smiled back.

Up on the tips of your toes, wobbling slightly in your heels, you try to peer over the heads of the masses of people. You were eagerly looking for your team, consisting of your incredible manager and your best friend, who you dragged everywhere with you. But you could barely see past the sea of heads in front of you.

You decided to head for the heavy, wide double-set doors that stood open, leading out into the freshly manicured gardens; alive with luscious trees, plants and flowerbeds. A separate dirt path led into a lowly lit rose garden that was nestled in amongst the grasses.

It was a little quieter outside, but not by much.

There was a large marquee to your immediate left. A bar was situated at one end as bottles were flipped in the air - waiters passing out trays lined with champagne flutes. Pristinely clothed tables were crowded with guests; bodies tumbled past you as they headed into the marquee - parties splitting into different locations now that the main event had concluded, leading into a very alive and wild after party. 

Your cheeks ached as the smile on your face refused to drop. Too amazed by your surroundings to let it relax. You stand out on the patio area, looking out across the gardens towards the glow of the city in the distance, lights twinkling in exchange for stars. Despite the dry warmth of the evening you could feel the lightest of winds raising the tiny hairs on your arms. 

“Room for another?”

You jumped slightly at the interruption, the voice light and questioning. You turn, your dress dancing around you.

“Sorry, I hope I’m not interrupting. I’m Tom, I’ve been meaning to introduce myself all night. Congratulations on the film!”

As you exchange pleasantries, your cheeks gathering up some heat beneath the radiant glow of your make-up, he presses forwards leaning in for a hug as you do the same. You can feel his hands against the bare skin at your back leaving behind tiny little goose-bumps in their place, your skin tingling from his touch. You couldn’t help but breathe in his cologne, the pleasant woodsy scent engulfing you.

“Ah, so you’re the spider guy? I think I’m getting the hang of these superhero names now.”

Your lips twitch, forming a playful smile.

He tilts his head ever so slightly to the side, eyeing you up as tiny crinkles appeared around the outside of his eyes. They were looking at you inquisitively with a sweet kind of intensity.

You could feel your heart kick up a notch under his gaze. You scolded yourself internally for your lack of composure. Of course, you knew who Spider-Man was, you’d been such a fan of the Marvel films for years and you’d have to have been blind not to notice the cute, brown haired, quick witted, web-slinger who the world quickly fell in love with. They weren’t the only ones; did he look even better in person? How was that even fair? You shook your head slightly at your thoughts in an attempt to dispel them from your conscious.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I said that. I’m a fan of yours – your work is brilliant.”

You continued on with your bumbling word vomit – a light pink blush evident across your cheekbones and nose.

Tom’s face lights up more as you stumble over your sentences, his eyes glistening in the darkening sky.

“Oh really? Big fan, hm?” He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, before calling upon one of the many smartly dressed men and women swooping seamlessly through the crowds with their glossy black trays.

You take a moment to drink him in. His crisp navy suit sat comfortably unbuttoned, the satin shirt hugging the figure beneath. He looked older than you’d seen him portray onscreen; his jaw strong and chiselled. His shoulders and body filled out his suit comfortably, hair beautifully fluffed; although it did seem slightly rumpled, as though he had been running his hands through it.

“Oh yeah,” You paused for a beat before continuing, “Then again, I think you’re about the 30th actor I’ve said that to tonight.”

He nods, laughing, his eyes lighting up at your relaxed, playful energy.

“Oh. Okay, nice. No, I see how it is. New girl keeping us all on our toes with the flattery.”

He holds one of the crystal champagne flutes out to you before picking up his own. Shimmering, golden liquid danced as you accepted the glass, fingertips brushing over open palms.

The cool bubbles gently slid down your throat. You could feel eyes on you as you focussed on the glass in your hand.

“Have you met everyone yet?” Tom gestured towards to the lit-up marquee, “A lot of us were talking about how great you were in your film, they’ll want to meet you.”

“Now who’s full of the flattery,” You tease, nudging his arm slightly as he shakes his head at you, “But honestly, I haven’t, I’m kind of finding it all a little bit intimidating. I’ve also lost my team which is not helpful.”

You took another sweep of the area. Now low-key wishing that you wouldn’t find them for a little while, not if it meant that you could continue to talk with Tom with no interruptions.

“Well hey, I can introduce you? I was so terrified when I did my first Marvel premiere, but everyone is so great. Trust me. It’s like a strange, crazy dysfunctional family. I think you fit in perfectly.”

“Are you calling me strange, crazy and dysfunctional? You have an interesting way of making friends, Holland.” You both laugh, “Only if you’re sure though? I don’t want you to be stuck introducing me all night.”

“Don’t be silly. We’ll make it fun. C’mon.”

Tom led you through the entrance of the marquee, turning on the charm as people fist bumped or pulled him in for a quick hug or handshake. Every time they did he peered through his eyelashes at you, inviting you to introduce yourself.

As you made jokes and conversed with your new peers, Tom couldn’t stop himself from watching you. Your name had been all the buzz recently and he’d been eager to meet you. Not only because you were undoubtedly going to be working with each other on future projects, but because you were also getting thrown into the Marvel spotlight like he had been. Little did he realise just how enamoured he had become with you in such a short space of time. There was something about you, he thought, as your cheeks glowed, a wide grin resting upon your face, eyes dancing wildly as you spoke with your new peers - something that he felt drawn to. You noticed him staring and gave him a little wink, shaking him out of it as he joined back into the conversation.

****

The two shot glasses sloppily thump against the bar top.

“Ha!”

“What! No, I was totally first!” Tom protested loudly, throwing his hands into the air.

“I definitely beat you!”

You smiled politely at the bartender as he collected the row of glasses lined up in front of you before turning wildly to face Tom.

“You just can’t face the fact that I won.”

He gestures to his brother who had pulled up a stool to join you both, “Harry c’mon, I won right?!”

“You can’t ask him that, it’s cheating. He’s your brother, of course he’s going to pick your side.”

“Tom, I hate to say this mate but I think she has you beat…” Harry said regretfully, camera slung around his neck as he nursed his own drink, mouth falling into an upturned grin as he supervised the pair of you.

You looked past Tom, straight at Harry, grinning proudly, “I take it back, Harry’s opinion is very important.”

Tom gives Harry a gentle shove as they mess around. You feel an arm slink around your shoulders, giving a playfully gentle squeeze. Your heart thumps along to the beat of the bass, music pulsing through your very bones as the three of you continued to laugh and joke around. Tom’s hair had gotten far more rumpled as the night had gone on, a long way off the perfectly styled look that he’d started off with.

You decided you preferred it messy.

Tom was sitting close by you on his stool, your knees both knocking together. His foot was tapping the footrest to the beat of the music. He’d discarded his suit jacket, and it now hung from the back of the chair, leaving him in his fitted shirt. You couldn’t help but notice his defined muscles as he ran a hand through his hair before resting it on the back of your seat.

“You look really pretty tonight. I saw you walking the carpet earlier, you completely owned it up there.”

“Tom Holland, are you flirting with me?”

You spun in your seat a little bit, making direct eye contact as your hand rested gently on his knee.

As soon as the pair of you had challenged each other to a drinking competition (involving a lot of shots) the night flew by, and you found yourself becoming more and more comfortable with Tom. He was quickly going from that cute actor who you had a little crush on, to someone you were actually spending time with? The intimidation you were feeling from earlier had dissipated, leaving you feeling slightly fuzzy and very happy.

He shrugs, that cheeky grin appearing again. A twinkle shining within those gorgeous brown eyes.

“I don’t know. Am I?”

He slides off of his seat, holding a hand out to you, palm up.

“C’mon.”

“Where are we going?” You questioned, as Harry returned with the drinks.

“Dance floor.”

You can feel your face light up as you hopped down from the high stool, gripping onto Tom’s hand as he helped navigate you back down to solid ground. He whispered to his brother who comfortably started up a conversation with the people around him, before giving him a pat on the shoulder as you dragged him over to the dance floor.

The floor was already packed with bodies. A live DJ station was against one wall facing out into the crowd; flashing, swirling lights brightened up the outdoor space. You pointed out a space in amongst the crowd and Tom led you both towards it, far better at making a path through the wayward limbs than you would have been.

The space was small, and the pair of you were in extremely close proximity. This was the most at ease you’d felt all night, allowing yourself to just feel the music and dance with one of the sweetest, most charming and insanely attractive men you’d possibly ever met. The space quickly filled up, growing tighter until you and Tom were practically chest to chest. He was a quick mover; his hips, legs and arms moving in all the right directions.

Your bodies were pressed together tightly, rapid heartbeats beating as one.

He leans in, pressing up against your side, brushing some stray hairs out of your face, “I also meant what I said earlier. You’re really beautiful tonight.”

“Just tonight?” You whisper into his ear, leaving him to flounder slightly on the dance floor. A little colour flushed to his cheeks as he lifted an arm, spinning you under it.

Before he has a chance to answer, you continue.

“You don’t scrub up too badly yourself, Holland.”

As the two of you lock eyes; the heat from the dance floor, the pounding of the music and the dancing, twinkling lights all fade to the background. His eyes dart to your lips, and you can't help but follow his lead, when you can suddenly hear your name being called out in the crowd.

"Oh my god, I got her. We've been looking for you for ages!" You were suddenly no longer face to face with the cute boy but instead looking into the slightly stressed face of your manager, "It's nearly 4am, the car is here and we gotta go!" She took a moment to look between you and Tom, who suddenly now looked a little bit embarrassed and sheepish - nervously rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Oh. Sorry, I've interrupted something here, haven't I?" She awkwardly made her way back through the crowd after whispering a sorry in your direction.

You smile at Tom, and make your way out from the dance floor. He was close behind you, nodding to a group of people back up at the bar.

He pulls you in for a goodbye hug, embracing you similarly to how you'd hugged earlier in the evening. Except this time was full of promise and a strange tension that hadn't been present before. You could feel the goosebumps prickle your skin where he touched it - his hands gentle as he held them tight around your waist, breathing you in before pulling away.

"Thank you for tonight, Tom. I owe you, seriously."

As you hurriedly caught up to your team, dress fluttering behind you as you immediately begin laughing and chatting animatedly to them, you could feel eyes on you. You looked back as you continued to vacate the marquee and head for the cars out front. Tom was stood, staring after you, a bright smile on his lips.

Something told you this wasn't the last you'd hear from him, and your stomach flip-flopped immediately at the very thought of seeing him again after tonight. For now however, the image of the brown haired, glossy eyed young man smiling after you in awe would have to be enough.

#glamour-l #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fanfic #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland meet cute #asks #lisa writes #you should've seen my reaction to getting my first request THE EXCITMENT #I haven't posted fic in ages now tho and im all shy and nervous again omg #I really hope you like it

[unknownwriting]

Summary- going on a date

Character(s)- Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijiro, Mina Ashido, Aizawa Shōta

Warnings- just so one comes for me, everyones aged up!!, besides that none :)

Notes- ahh look at me trying to expanding my fandoms

Kaminari Denki

Definitely an arcade date. A simple yet fun idea.

Of course when he invites you, it mostly as a joke. He’s not expecting you to actually answer. But when you did this man is like so excited. If he could he would’ve planned the date that day but of course he waits till the weekend.

It’s a casual date, nothing to fancy just the 2 of you enjoy the little things. It’s one of those dates that feel like a date yet at the same time doesn’t.

It’s like those dates y’all see in like those cheesy romance movies. It’s a very cute date 🥺💕

Of course y’all don’t spend the whole date at the arcade, it was just the first out of many spots. Y’all basically play till y’all can’t anymore then go out to eat.

Y’all end up chatting about anything and everything, whatever topic pops up yall talk about it. At one point you make him charge you phone, limited his ability to talk. But you end up talking the most anyways.

After y’all had eat and enjoyed a dessert or 2, the 2 of y’all go a goof off at some random park. Talking on the swings, climbing up the monkey bars, petting to local cats.

Over all the date was just a simple one but it was probably the best one Denki has ever had and will have.

Before the date, he knew you only as a classmate, not knowing the small things about you. After the date he learns and remembers all the little things about you.

Your favorite color, your dream pet, what you what to do as a side job, how you wanna help people. All the little things.

Denki felt so unbelievably happy when the date was over. He hasn’t be on many dates before more like none so going on a date with you, and it being an actual date made him so happy. Y’all are definitely gonna be going in more dates from now on

Kirishima Eijiro

Unlike Denki, dates with Kirishima take a bit more time to plan. Kirishima loves to go hiking, so why not go on a hiking date with him.

You honestly had never been on one so you have no idea what y’all would even do but you decided to go along with it. It something new for you to try and plus Kirishima seemed really happy when he was talking about it.

You clearly underestimate him and the date. By a lot. To start of with, y’all met up together just as the sun had reached over the horizon. It was to early.

2nd, he just had to pick the most ‘manliest’ trail. It was an gorgeous trail, don’t think it wasn’t. There were so many animals, birds, and beautiful flowers. But also bugs, and awkward wooden stairs and rocks, and a lot of walking. At that point you weren’t sure if this was a date or extra training.

However, you went along with it. Although it wasn’t your thing, it was nice change of pace and something else fun to try. The date wasn’t bad either, the two of y’all cracked jokes, chatted about the latest gossip at the school and about y’all’s works study, and just talking about random topics.

At one point y’all ended up holding hands and walking shoulder to shoulder, until however the 2 of y’all didn’t even know how or when y’all did it. The only time y’all noticed it was when Kirishima tried to head off into a bush to pee but next he knew you just continued to follow him. His flustered face was so unmanly.

After hours and hours of talking, sunset came and you noticed that y’all weren’t near the entrance of the trail. You brought your concern with him, but he simply smiled, grabbed you hand once again and asked, “Trust me. You’ll love it.”

There was no way you couldn’t trust that smile. So you continued to follow him until the sun began to dip under the horizon. And an hour before the light had disappeared completely, Kirishima brought you to a lovely field and a small picnic area

You were speechless, you were definitely not expecting that. It was so strange yet cute. So while you stood there, speechless, Kirishima began to unpack a bunch of snacks, of course ones that didn’t need to be referated. Once he set them all out, he looked back at you and smiled sheepishly, “Hehe, I hope you don’t mind a pinic date.” 

and of course you loved it. The date lasted on for about 2 more hours before yall decided to head back. Although the walk back was scary and surprising a lot shorter bc he apparently knew a short cut, it was still fun. The date was very new and nice, it was very different from any date you went on before. So this just might become a regular thing for you.

Mina Ashido 

a night out on the town all the way. Kinda like Kaminari but not at the same time...

Even though the date is technically at night. The 2 of y’all spend the day together anyways. Not going out and partying, but lazing around the house doing nothing. Mina liked to call it your girl time where y’all gossip, watch rom-coms, fantasize about the future, sending each other memes, simply stuff like that.

It wasn’t until around 5 when the date was finally starting. Y’all would get all dressed up, do each other’s make up, complement the hell out of each other, flirt, and try on like 5 different outfits before finally heading out.

The night started off relatively calm. The 2 of y’all would start the date off by going out to dinner at a somewhat fancy restaurant. Where y’all would continued to gossip and talk about random things.

After the dinner date the 2 of y’all would sneak off to an ice cream parlor and enjoy an ice or 2 together. Completely ruining y’all’s outfits. Besides the dinner date and the ice cream, everything after that wasn’t planned at all. It was all up to Mina where y’all would go.

To the club! Is the first place Mina’s gonna drag you too. It was popular club too where citizens, heroes and even villains would attend. The only rule that’s enforced at the clubs is: no sharing your real identity with a stranger. Besides that it’s a free for all.

Dancing, drinking, partying. They do it all, and y’all definitely do it all. Of course still having a sense of responsibility, y’all don’t drink too much but y’all definitely make that up on the dance floor.

While dancing you even ran into a few friends and decided to join their little party. Y’all did everything: drinking games, dance, encourage fights, ate till y’all couldn’t stand, threw it all up in the bathroom then did it again. You were pretty sure you saw some people from the league of villains but who cares. You were on a date not a night patrol.

Of course y’all aren’t super human well technically you are butttt so eventually even y’all had to call it quiets. It was around 3 am tho. It was a good thing that y’all didn’t have work in the morning. So the 2 of y’all said you goodbyes and slowly stumbled y’all’s way back to your apartment. Both of y’all took turned carrying each

As soon as y’all go home y’all had enough energy go pull off your outfits before crashing on the bed make up and all. The next morning, or next afternoon Mina was the first to wake up so she was quick to get dress and clean up before she began to make breakfast for you and a hot drink. When you woke up Mina was quick to check up on you and make sure you were feeling ok.

Once again y’all spent the day doing nothing and relaxing with each. And after a night like that, y’all couldn’t ask for more.

Aizawa Shōta

This man is like so romantic...when he wants to be lol. It really all just depends on his mood. Normally a date with him would be a very simple and easy going one.

Because he is a teacher, there’s a lot of time where’s he stuck grading papers and when that happens, He loves to cuddle up with you under a blanket and while you watch a movie or read or play on your phone he’ll grade the papers. Taking many breaks of course.

Most of the time his breaks will consist of him complaining about how one of his students didn’t get a question right or didn’t even answer it or just put something crazy. Most of the time he’s not to talkative but when it comes to school, especially his students, he won’t shut up. So you let him rant, you enjoy hearing this stories too anyways. His students are amazing.

Occasionally if it’s a simple worksheet with an answer sheet he made before hand, He’ll make you grade the papers while he sleeps or does something else. You love when this happens cause then your can give them a few extra points just bc.

Of course the date is not grading papers with him. The date comes after. Once all the papers are graded, the 2 of y’all would put in some relatively decent clothes and head out to the nearest coffee shop. A chance to get y’all out of the house and a nice breath of fresh air. Normally it’s your idea to go on the date but Aizawa always loves it.

Once y’all reach the cafe that’s when Aizawa would normally take over the date. He’ll either find something else he wants to do like see a movie or take a walk in the part the. Something he’ll just want to go back to the appointment and just sleep and relax.

It really doesn’t matter what y’all do. Aizawa’s the type of person to just savor the time spent with you. As long as he’s with you he doesn’t mind what y’all do. With thag in mind, he would prefer to just lay around the house and cuddle but he’s also open to your date ideas.

Like I said before Aizawa can be one hell of a charmer when it comes down to it. So when y’all go on actually dates. He knows exactly how to dress, act, and what do it. It’s almost like a completely different person but his lazy reaction remind you he’s still the same man you fell in love with.

Even the romantic dates are simple, going out to eat at a fancy restaurant and going out for a walk hand in hand. If y’all do something too exciting, he thinks it will take away from your beauty and distract him so that he’a not focused on you. So he keeps the dates simple so that he won’t have any distractions from you.

To others y’all’s dates might be too simple and boring, but y’all love them. The dates aren’t about seeing how much y’all could do together, it about spending time with each. So if all y’all do it go off to some cafe that’s around the block and talk, y’all are completely happy and satisfied.

#my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #aizawa x reader #mina x reader #kirishima x reader #kaminari x reader #kaminari denki #kirishima eijiro #mina ashido #aizawa shouta #unknownwriting💕 #mha x reader #bnha x reader

[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

32. Reasons to not be in love with draco malfoy by harry

Prompt used- caressing the other's back | ANGST/FLUFF | UNREQUITED LOVE | HURT/COMFORT | Eighth year harry finds it hard to admit that he infact loves draco ..

" is it so bad harry that you like him ? " Hermione asked as a sad look dawned upon her tanned face

" what-no- yes- i mean- I don't like him. It's just he has changed so much and it seems unrealistic " harry covered up his tinted face by entailed more into his book

" sure harry, we believe you " Ron sarcastically responded.

" Ron- harry, you know it, you're lying to yourself and what if Draco have actually changed so much. I mean he apologized to me for everything he ever did. That has to be something and it was a genuine apology-"

" apologies doesn't change what he's done. And I don't like Malfoy " harry persisted almost agressively.

Hermione sighed looking at Ron, an indication for him to take the lead.

" mate, I hate him just as much as you do but she's right you know. You can ignore your feelings for how long! One day you would have to face them-"

" so what you want me to just go upto him and ask him out on a date? How blinded can you be ? I will prove that he hasn't changed. I will prove it " with that harry stormed out of the common room to the court yard to be under the sun and complete the rest of his work.

The problem was harry was immensely crushing on draco but it was so hard for him to believe that he'd much rather look for his flaws, it was easier as harry would like to put it. But it was so hard for him to actually look for a single flaw in draco after the war because he had changed completely. Long gone were the days when he used slurs like mudblood, in fact he himself was sending letters to the ministry over and over for stop discriminating against werewolves, muggle borns, squibs, and half bloods. It seemed too good to be true but harry knew he was genuinely doing it but his fainting heart didn't wanted to wake up one day and know that draco had not changed at all, so he chose to still finding his flaws.

2 weeks later upon constant teasing by Ron and Hermione about his research to find something suspicious or something flawed about draco, he realised he was standing in front of a lake which was completely dry. There wasn't even a single flaw and his heart could only take so much.

But he didn't wanted to give up, so during one of his charms lessons, harry took his quill and paper and started writing.

" Reasons not to be in love with draco malfoy "

" ugh.. scratch that " harry mumbled to himself unimpressed

" reasons not to be in love with draco malfoy"

" reasons to hate draco malfoy "

" reasons not to like draco malfoy "

Harry frowned to himself watching the paper, then dipping his quill in ink again and continued writing, only he couldn't. Stuck for minutes, harry looked across the room to see Draco smiling Kindly to a broken handed Neville and writing his notes for him. Harry groaned to himself, " bloody perfect git "

And then he wrote,

" draco malfoy - an absolute prat "

Impressed by himself harry closed his eyes and let himself ponder over every flaw he could muster and desperately failing but he needed something. One damn thing.

But found none.

He placed his hand over the paper once again and started

" 1. The prat have the most fucking Adorable smile. And he doesn't deserve it . It's illegal to have such an adorable smile "

Harry almost smiled at what he wrote but considering his circumstances he refused to. He looked up at Draco once again and continued again.

" 2. The idiot have the most beautiful fingers, bet it's stolen. They're the most fucking annoying thing ever and I can't bloody stop staring at it "

And with that Harry's motive unknowingly changed. He started writing about things about draco that annoyed him.

As week went on harry had listed almost 10 things he found annoying about draco.

" they're not flaws harry " Hermione pressed her lips in thin line to keep herself from laughing.

Blushing in embarrassment harry took the paper away " you wouldn't get it "

And as he started leaving he heard Ron laugh.

And he went back to the courtyard and going through the list once again.

" 3. The git have perfect annoying stormy eyes which makes you dream but also take you somewhere only both us could be "

" 4. He's unbelievably kind to everyone, even filch, how could anyone be this damn kind. Stupid "

" 5. He's got brain. Like actual great brain. He's intellectual, he's fucking smart. Like nobody asked you Smarty pants to be this damn smart "

" 6. He Knows exactly what he's doing. Like the other day in the great hall when he left the tea bag for far too long in his cup of tea, he poured a little of his tea into another cup, added ginger and lemon to his own cup and then some water again. Annoying as fuck "

" 7. He sits by the tree in the courtyard just staring at the damn sky and sometimes even draw it in his little doodle pad covered in leather, with a little blue stone right in the centre. Also half filled. God knows what he draws. Would be pretty fantastic though, considering how much time he spend drawing them and painting it. Hilarious to see him being focused. Idiot "

"8. He visits the professor Dumbledore's grave and just sit there crying. Don't know why I wrote it, just needed to. I understand him.

" 9. He talks with madam pomfrey about potions and their Ill effects. Again trying to be smart. He did help Seamus though after he fell from his broom sometime ago, guess he's got brain afterall "

" 10. He's bloody perfect. His damn face, beautiful as fuck, his nose looks like Micheal Angelo himself carved it on his face, his jawline, fuck, his skin is pale though but the way his skin glows when he's sitting in the courtyard doing something and the way he have a perfect blush. Who's blushing can be perfect ? But damn it, his blush is damn perfect as if something had put on natural flower colour upon his face and the way he have a specific smile for each occassion. The nervous smile, the grin, the quizzical smile, everything just super perfect. Stupid beautiful perfect prat "

Harry sighed understanding Hermione's point but he knew what he had written. This was everything he didn't like about him. Every single one of them, well not everything maybe but most of them.

Harry looked up, keeping the paper in one of his notebooks, to see Draco sitting on one of the pillars seat and reading something.

" prat even looks perfect reading " harry mumbled to him rolling his eyes yet couldn't help his curiosity for what he was reading because he wore probably the most perfect smile harry had seen. He hated to admit but maybe, draco was flawless, at least to him but he didn't wanted to admit. He was determined to find at least one flaw so he could prove them wrong, more him than anyone else. He just needed something flawed in him to convince himself that he wasn't desperately falling for him as his friends liked to say. One flaw, that's all he needed.

Harry kept all of his books inside his rag and decided to just walk around the halls before he'd depart to the common room but just as he had been exiting the courtyard, one thing he didn't wanted it to happen, happened.

" hey, po- harry "

Harry closed his eyes, breathing in before turning around to draco with a warming smile.

" what do you want Malfoy?"

" uh- draco- but nevermind. I wanted to actually ask you something, I mean I shouldn't, considering you still hate me but it's purely theoretical " Draco rambled giving harry a rather nervous smile. Fucking perfect again, harry thought.

" I- I don't hate you Malfoy, old habits die hard kinda thing you know " harry assured himself more than draco.

Draco pressed his lips in a thin line pondering on about what harry had just said.

" you wanted to ask ?" Harry impatiently said

" right- I- I've heard you taught defense in 5th year, including the patronus charm, i- since you've taught a few people I was wondering if you could tell me if people like me can- you know can cast one " draco scratched the back of his neck nervously, the same blush returning to his face again which harry always thought was probably the same shade as that of a cherry blossom..

" what do you mean by people like you ?" Just as the sentence had left his mouth, he realised how wrong had it sounded. Of course he knew what draco had meant but why did he had to ask him and embarrass draco ?

Draco inhaled the air surrounding them, closing his eyes as if he was gaining confidence for what he said next " I meant death eaters "

Harry suddenly felt like his tongue was in knots. He knew the answer but he couldn't reply and while draco looked at harry hopefully, his hope started to die out little by little as he watched harry standing quietly. His eyes suddenly turned from normal grey to something that was clouding him within himself, as if he was now concealing himself, like he was upbraiding himself.

" never mind- think I got my answer. Thank you po- harry. It was great help " draco voice sounded more harsh than it had sounded lately at and harry at once knew had broken draco's heart but before he could've undid his fault, he had scrambled away quickly and harry remained there waiting to get his voice back.

And when it finally did, it had started to rain, harry too scrambled away. Strange how the weather has been perfectly fine when he had first sat down in the courtyard and now it pouring down heavily after the misconception with draco.

Draco's smile was slightly dying out a little bit, and harry knew why but everytime harry ran after draco to correct his mistakes, he was tongue tied. Why was it so hard for harry to simply tell the truth ? Why couldn't he ?

In the mean time After harry had told Hermione and Ron about his faulty interaction with draco, they had stopped teasing and encouraged him to fix it as soon as possible.

It wasn't until during one of the defense classes, things took a better turn.

" now, you all have already learnt about how boggart works. It easily takes shape of what you fear the most but here what we have is pieret, it's a twin of a boggart but it is unusually different. A pieret not only senses your fear but induces in you the pain you'd feel when you're faced with your worst fear. Taking an example, if someone fears death, they would feel nothing Because death feels numb. If someone is afraid of lets say lizards, they'd feel irrational. You must be wondering then if you are faced with a boggart, then Also you'd feel the same thing, the answer is no, we predict what we'd feel, not actually feel while upon being faced with a pieret, it would heavily cast on you the feeling to the point where it may get hard to make sense of anything. However the defense against it is just as simple as that of a boggart,infact it is the same. Riddikulus. Now I would want each of you to clear your head and try not to think of your worst fears and then upon your turn with a blink of an eyes, say the spell and then sit down " the professor explained, not even stopping momentarily for asking students anything, as if he wanted to get done with the lesson. Frankly, everyone wanted the same.

The pieret however turned out to be more stronger than the boggart. Few students had to sit down to relax after their turn. When it finally came down to harry, he cleared his head and tried not to think of his worst fear . He saw the shape twisting and turning into someone very familiar, a scene very familiar. Before harry could cast the spell, the feelings had started to run frantically inside of him. He thought he mumbled something but nothing happened, voldemort was still standing, in his victory. Harry had lost the fight, resulting in huge massacre, everyone disappointed and then suddenly it had gone, now there stood a beautiful pink lily.

Harry immediately collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.

" drink this " the professor commanded and he obliged, feeling the sensation dying out immediately.

" I need to go " harry hoarsely said and ran out of the room to the washrooms. He reached the same washroom moaning myrtle still resides in but somehow absent currently and he was glad.

Not for long. He soon heard the door open and close and someone walking inside. Harry was about to hex whoever had Walked in until he saw draco had appeared, looked devastating.

" it's only me. We don't want Same things to happen twice" draco announced. Harry immediately lowered his wand, still breathing heavily and becoming very aware of what Draco had said.

" I'd never used that spell again. I wouldn't ever "

" i know " draco gave him a small smile. Harry looked at Draco for a few moments before he sat down against one of the toilet doors, draco cautiously making his steps towards harry and sitting down next to him.

" why are you here ?" Harry finally asked, his knees pressed against his chest, looking up at the ceiling.

" wish I knew " draco responsed aligning himself in the same position as harry and staring up.

Harry hummed, not knowing what he should've answered.

" it's weird " draco suddenly said, a small laugh escaping his lips

" what is ?" Harry asked looking at Draco slightly turning his head to him, watching him staring far ahead.

" how both of our fears are the same "

And he finally turned to harry, with a deep pained expression painted in his dream filled eyes.

Harry quizzically stared at Draco " him gaining victory ?"

" yes and always letting people down. Disappointing them. Having no hope "

Harry was rendered speechless. Until he knew he needed to throw up. He immediately bashed through the door in front of him and puking into the toilet, emptying whatever was inside his body. He suddenly felt a hand on his back caressing him and faint encouragements reaching his ears. When harry was finally done, he leant back pressing his head against the door sighing. Draco's hand has left his back but harry still wanted them there, he didn't know why, but he just wanted that.

" any better ?" He asked. Harry nodded.

" here " draco passed him a bottle of water. Harry rinsed off the smell off his mouth, then drank some of it before flushing the waste away and going back to sitting in the middle alley with draco facing him.

" who do you feel you let down ?" Harry asked frowning at Draco.

Draco looked taken a back by Harry's sudden enquiry but soon comforted himself and began speaking " everyone. I just feel like that even after everything I'm trying to do, after trying so hard to be nice, helping everyone, trying to become a better person, I would still let people down. There will always be Someone who would want to look at my flaws and throw them in my face that no matter what I do, I'd still be draco malfoy the death Eater. I'm always afraid of letting them down, my parents, teachers, the ministry, my friends, classmates, you "

Harry stared at Draco long enough, understanding exactly how he must be feeling but feeling guilty at the same time for doing exactly what draco is fearing but once he had spoken it loud, harry wanting to seek his flaws was thrown out of the window, he just to hug draco right now and tell him that he's doing great.

" I don't hate you draco- I never did. I know you think I do, but I see you. You're trying really hard to become the better person and I can see It happening. If I were you I don't think I'd be able to do that but you, you're brave and confident and courageous to do this everyday. I could never "

" you'd never need to do all that. You already are everything you just said. You don't even need to try " draco gave him a little shrug. Harry's lip immediately turned into a sly smile, realising draco see's him that way, even if it was partially true.

" but you're different. Everyone already praise me, they've always done that. You, you're rising.. that's something much more braver than anything I'd ever done in life"

" are we going to sit here and actually assure each other how we're both doing great " draco joked. Harry immediately broke in a small laughter with draco. Being there with Draco right now was the most perfect thing harry could've ever dreamt of. How could he had possibly thought of wanting to hate draco ? It seemed irrational. Harry was driven by his hatred to find something in draco that didn't even exist and it's not because draco was perfect but because he was working on his flaws. Perfection had never been about being flawless, it has always been in redeeming your flaws. Harry laughed for as Long as he wanted with draco, never wanting this to end. It was a therapy and harry was glad to be a part of it.

When finally the laughter died out harry smiled at draco, picking up his wand and casting the patronus charm.

" my mom's patronus was a doe, mine's a stag. Snape's patronus was a doe too " harry told a pained looking draco until he finally reiterated Harry's words in his head and then it hit him

" he was a death Eater "

" he was " harry replied giving him small smile " a patronus isn't based on discrimination. It doesn't segregate between death eaters and wizard or the bad and the good or the rich and the poor. Patronus is based on a happy memory. I suppose why you'd think death Eaters can't cast a patronus is because they've never known true happiness. If you've ever felt true happiness in your life, you can cast one. There's both light and dark inside of us, it is what we chose to act upon, that's who we are. You're not a bad person draco, you never were and i know one day you'll be as to cast it. I'd liked to help if I can in anyways "

Draco stared at harry In surprise, his expressions changing to one filled with hope and turning into a smile.

" I'd like that " draco responded nodding.

" then we'll practice the spells whenever you'd like" harry smiled before he started putting things in his rag, after hearing the bell to finally get up to leave.

" draco "

" yeah"

" thank you . I- this was different- and just thank you " harry smiled hanging his rag on his shoulder.

Draco smiled nodding at him, getting up himself.

With a deep breath harry finally turned around to leave, smiling to himself, thinking of how he could just burn the list now.

" harry- you dropped something "

Harry turned around to see Draco holding a piece of paper.

Fuck.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows as his eyes fell upon the words inked on it. Harry immediately hustled in his bag to look for that one specific sheet. No, no, no,no ...

Draco looked up at harry quizzically " reasons to .... "

PART 2 | Requests open

Day 31 - would you come back to me ? | Day 33- tasting their smile

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