#yo a ti forever and you can't take it away

[roronoacherries]

𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞 𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞 | roronoa zoro

913 words

content: fem. latina reader, fluff, post time-skip, zoro watches reader dance and sing while she cleans the sunny.

notes: i miss rbd... yo digo r, tu dices bd, rbd, rbd!

zoro loves to watch you clean. he likes to stay back with you while the others explore a new island, knowing that you like to take advantage of the time alone. he’ll make himself scarce to let you work in peace but he's always there, keeping you company.

sometimes he closes his eyes to rest, enjoying the comfortable silence of the empty ship, hearing only the sound of you humming or singing softly; although most often, all he does is watch. it doesn't really matter to him; so long as he's near you, he's content.

there’s something endearing to him about the way you zone out, moving from one thing to another as if all the chore work came naturally to you.

she’d make a perfect housewife, he thinks to himself, knowing full well that if he ever uttered those words aloud, you and your tiny frame would make sure he hurt (and that thought is only further proof to him that you would be).

he likes it most when you play your loud latin music and sing along to it, almost always sounding terribly though he's convinced if you bothered to try you'd sound like an angel.

you hold the broom like a mic, singing each syllable like you feel it in the depths of your soul and zoro wonders what the hell you could be singing about; he rarely asks anymore, knowing well enough that it'll likely be a feeling you've never actually felt before.

you're dramatic and loud and he's certain that you wouldn't act this foolishly around anyone else. something he couldn't be more thankful for.

"y aquí estoy rendida a tus pies." you drop to your knees in front of him and the swordsman raises a brow, silently wondering how long it'll take you to sweep the room this time.

"y sé que no hay nada que perder..." you stand, stepping closer to him and your hand rests on his cheek and he thinks it might take at least another ten minutes for you to be done.

"pensando en ti," you lean in close, your hand falling into his and all that's left on his mind is that he could kiss you for those next ten minutes instead.

but you pull away before your lips can touch, fingers slipping from his as you sing the next line. "hasta que no me dejes ir."

you sing the chorus as you twirl around the room, picking things up from the floor, your eyes meeting zoro's enough for him to know that this time the song is about a feeling you know.

"no quiero vivir sin tu amor jamás..." you take a seat on his lap, your legs on either side of him and zoro's hands find their place on your waist, deciding not to let you stand up again.

"what're you singing about this time?" he grunts, his thumbs drawing circles into your skin.

"nothing special. just loving you and needing you and never wanting to let you go..." you say, pressing kisses to his face between every few words.

"what was that last line?" zoro questions, somehow knowing that whatever it was, you'd left it out. a part of him thinks he deserves a nice little treat for the spanish he's inadvertently learned from you.

you think about the line for a moment before translating it, "i don't want to live without your love, not ever."

and there's something left hanging in the air when you've said it. a twinkle of uncertainty in your eyes. something left unspoken.

"you won't."

it's the kind of oath that is rooted in regret. the kind that feels certain — set in stone, despite the impossibility of it. like he's promising you the stars and there's nothing you can do but believe him. it's not up to him whether you get to be at his side forever or not, but you believe it when he says you will. 

"i missed you a lot." you can't help but say it and it feels pointless to mention, but you can’t put it out of your mind either. those two years taught you what eternity can feel like. 

"i know," zoro’s lips brush yours without kissing you. instead, you feel his breath, the warmth coming from his body, and you wish you could get to know a different kind of eternity with him. closing the gap between you and him, you think this is the next best thing — the little taste of eternity on his lips. 

"‘m going to love you for a long, long time…"

zoro doesn’t mean for the words to come off as romantic, doesn’t intend for them to make your heartbeat stutter, and you know that as well as you know him but they do regardless. the swordsman doesn’t even realize the sweetness of his blunt sincerity and you couldn’t love him more for it. 

“i love you,” you utter the words in a faint whisper, pressing another gentle kiss to his lips before resting your head on his chest and listening to the music still playing. you could sit there in his arms forever, you think, until a familiar rapid beat meets your ears. 

"da-ddy yan-keh..."

and zoro doesn’t fight it when you leave the warmth of his arms to dance again. he still has an eternity to hold you and to love you, anyway. 

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taglist: @zorobraun @maaarshieee @lyriczhou @tinkywinky27 @dimimyth @gaby-chwan @tk6uro @zoros-4th-sword @idiotlittleme @zoronnoa

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#୨⎯ sol escribe ☼ #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #one piece x reader #zoro fluff #one piece fluff #everybody say thank u josh andrés rivera for inspiring zoro's last line in this #love him mwah

[sourbinnie]

☆ beso.mp3 ☆

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> fluff ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> ot8!skz x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> voicemails they leave you when they miss you on tour. ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> cursing ; no use of (y/n) ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> nope

a/n: short one but sweet one, hope yall like it:) haven't written "voicemails" in a while!

yo quiero que me de' otro beso

"baby, baby i miss you so fucking much. i might be a little drunk and a little needy as a treat but i can't help but think of you and i need you here. it's been too fucking long since i've last seen you even if we speak to each other every day, i can't get enough of you. i need to hold you and kiss you, feel you against me whatever way you want it to be of course. i don't know why i suddenly got the need to just be buried in your arms and for you to hold me tight, hope i can see you soon and tell you that i love you because i can't take it anymore. goodnight darling..." 

- voicemail from hyunjin.

uno de esos que tú me da'

"i need your kiss. i know it's abrupt to start a voice message like this but i've been wanting to kiss you ever since i left and i gave you the last one at the airport. i hope i get all of the kisses i deserve when i come back and that you're taking care of our children. i hope you know that i miss you so much and that even if i don't show it at times, i've been so clingy for your affection. i can't wait to cuddle you again, to hug you and not let you. like i said before, save all those kisses for me because i'm coming for them all when i get back and you will not get rid of me."

- voicemail from minho.

estar lejos de ti e' el infierno

"i'm not used to being this far away from you. maybe i'm not the most affectionate person or the one that says the most romantic things but i feel the need to show you that i still love you. i want you forever and ever, no turning back now because i knew when i found you that i would want what you make me feel for the rest of my life. right now it's hell being away and not having your embrace, your eyes looking at me or your sweet kiss on my cheek. i want to hear you say that you're proud of me after every show. i just need to hear you again or i'll go insane."

- voicemail from seungmin.

'tar cerca de ti es mi paz

"it's been stressful and i feel it even more now that we're far. i remember when i had to go to australia and i wanted to take you so bad, it's the same today. i want you here and for you to experience what i live for, what i'm passionate about and what i need. but i also need you, need your love and affection because it's the one thing that keeps me calm. when i'm burying myself in work and drowning, you're there to take my hand and i think i haven't been appreciative enough of it. so thank you, i love you to the moon and back baby."

- voicemail from chan.

y es que amo siempre que llegas

"how long till we see each other again? i want you. i wanna be with you right now yet we're so far, i don't wanna forget you so i keep reminding myself of your habits. your smile follows me everywhere i go and it shines so bright, your eyes are the only ones i look for in the crowd. i wish you could come by one day, i wanna see you there supporting me and having the time of your life with your friends. you would look so cute in our merch and with our lightstick that i'm almost getting you tickets to the next show. we'll see what i can do baby."

- voicemail from felix.

y odio cuando te vas

"i had a dream, well it was more like me remembering how we said goodbye. i fucking hated it and i don't wanna live that ever again, next time you're coming with me to every part of the world that i'll take you. i want you right beside me, i want to see you and just be captivated by your beauty because that happens every time i take a look at you. you can call me cheesy all you want but i'm so in love with you and i know we haven't talked about it but i need to buy a ring soon. spoiling the surprise? yeah but i don't care, i hope you say yes though."

- voicemail from changbin.

yo me voy contigo a matar

"i might be too young for love like a lot of people say. i might be a little too naive or too persistent but when i approached you for the first time, i knew i would do anything for you. even right now when we're in a relationship, i feel the need to please you, to love you, to show you that you're worth it because you are so much more than what you show. i didn't see a future where i would be loved but right now i can see us everywhere and i think that's the thing i miss about you the most. i'll do anything to have you here so i'll try my best to get you something, alright?"

- voicemail from jeongin.

no me dejes solo, ¿pa' dónde vas, pa' dónde vas?

"i haven't been alone in such a long time. i'm used to having your presence by my side 24/7 and now it's weird not seeing you beside me. i know i have everyone from the boys to the crew but i miss my sunshine, you know? i miss the one that keeps me going. yeah i never told you that but you're the reason i wake up every day as happy as i am. even right now the bed feels so cold without you and it's not the same as the one at home, if only i could close the distance. i think i would hug you, kiss you and love you like i haven't done before..."

- voicemail from jisung.

#sourbinnie #skz imagines #skz songfics #skz short imagines #skz drabbles #skz scenarios #skz #stray kids #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids drabbles #stray kids imagines #skz fluff #skz x you #stray kids fluff #stray kids scenarios

[beansnsoup]

Hiii I love your writingss <3

I don't know if you're getting requests, but I want to try my luck. Can you write something about George Weasley and the female slytherin reader? The reader has no problems with the golden trio and others... over time, she and George become close and they fall in love with each other. But the reader gets the dark mark due to family pressure and becomes a death eater. After what happened, she gets away from everyone and this attracts the attention of the others, especially George... :') I hope you write, thanks in advance~

Tysm for the support!!

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See You Again

Summary: She couldn't have been happier with her life, but due to family pressure, she's forced to become a death eater and must give up everyone.

Relationship: Romantic

Character: George Weasley

Warnings: Fluff, angst, fem reader, slytherin reader

"Y/N, you don't have a choice."

"Mom, I can't!"

"Listen to us, Y/N."

You glared at your dad. There was no way this was happening.

"Either you listen to us or never see us again." He added, this is when you felt tears sting at your eyes. You loved your parents. They meant everything to you, and if you never saw them again, you knew you'd hate yourself forever.

You sighed out, "Okay."

Your mom instantly ran up to hug you. She knew this was a sacrifice. Being a Slytherin was more difficult than people would think. They instantly think you're spoiled and conceded.

You tried so hard to make a name for yourself, and since day one, you made sure to mark yourself as the one people could go to for help, no matter the house.

This caught the eye of a certain red head that had always had a hatred towards Slytherins, but you were different.

His name was George Weasley, and he always accidentally found himself subtly flirting with you and staring at you when you aren't paying attention.

Later on, you guys here the power couple of your year. His parents loved you, Molly always spoiled you with treats that you could take home to your family.

Speaking of, your parents were fine with this, until now. They recently had come in contact with the Dark Lord and was told that you had to be able to do things for him like your parents did or you'd die.

This led to them telling you to cut all ties with your friends and even your boyfriend. They were causing you to become the person everyone saw Slytherins as on day one.

-

You didn't want to talk to him. You knew it would lead to you telling him everything which you weren't supposed to do.

You and George would always meet up in the courtyard and sat together in first period, but today, that had to change.

Your friend would normally walk with you because she was smitten for George's brother, Fred.

"Hey, Y/N!"

It hurt, it hurt to ignore your best friend, but it had to be done. You continued to walk past her and through the outdoor hall of the courtyard.

She paced over to Fred and George, "Yo, George, what's up with your girlfriend?"

George furrowed his brows, and your friend makes it over to them, "She just straight up ignored me! I know she heard me. There was barely anyone around, so she wouldn't have been able to miss me."

"What's going on?"

"She going through a phase, I guess, because she was perfectly normal yesterday."

Your friend makes it over to friend, "You'll never do that to me, will you love?" Fred asks. This is followed by her laughing, but George can't even joke back.

He's never felt this worried. His thoughts are flooded. Did he do something to piss you off?

George decided to wait until your first class, which he had with you, to catch you and talk to you. But much to his dismay you were unresponsive, he tried to grab your attention when walking into class but was shoved aside.

Then he remembered the two of you sitting next to each other but then he watched as you went to sit at the table that was always empty. He was going to follow you but didn't want to push it.

He found himself watching you like he always used to do, but this time it wasn't out of love it was out of worry.

The look on your face scared him, like you had seen a ghost or something.

You then asked to go to the bathroom and excuse yourself, which George sneakily followed after asking a friend to cover for him.

He followed you into the bathroom, praying there weren't any other girls in there. He shuts and blocks the door behind him. He checked under all the stalls and then waited at the sink for you.

You opened the stall door and felt your soul leave your body as you saw him, "George, what the hell are you doing?"

"Now she speaks."

You sigh, swerving past him to wash your hands, "I can't do this right now."

"Why? You could do it this morning either, why did you ignore us like that?"

"You won't understand." Your voice was starting to crack.

"Try me."

"George, stop, please."

"What happened? You can't leave me like this."

"George, I can't, you don't understand."

"Please, Y/N."

At this point, tears were streaming down your face. You walked up to him, caressing his hands and arms, just in case this was the last time you'd ever see or feel each other again.

Your hands found their way to his face, his were planted on your waist.

"I'm not supposed to say anything."

"I'll keep you safe, don't worry, love."

That's what go you, those words alone convinced you everything was going to be okay.

"I'm not supposed to see you anymore, or anyone for that matter, that's why I didn't talk to any of you this morning."

Before he could ask why you continued, "My parents forced me to, I didn't have a choice, they told me if I didn't do as I was told I'd never see them again, and I couldn't do thag George, I just couldn't." You looked at him, deciding if you should tell him the reason behind all of what you just told him.

"I thought your parents loved me."

"They do, but,"

"Go on, love. Please."

"They became death eaters, and He Who Must Not Be Named told them that because I knew I had to also be under his order or they'd kill me."

That's when he finally fell silent. He took your hand off his face and then slowly lifted the sleep of your robe and button up.

You felt him tense up when he saw the dark mark on your arm, "Oh, darling, I'm sorry."

You were pulled into an embrace. You didn't think this would be the outcome at all.

"We're going to get through this, I won't say anything, ignore me infront of everyone, but please keep in touch."

Being a slytherin hurts man

You smiled through tears, "Of course."

#harry potter #george weasley #george wealsey x reader #george weasley x fem reader #george weasley x slytherin!reader

[tofu0101]

pt 2 to my shitpost

Dazai was walking around when he saw you. yes, you. the person in his dream. this must be fate!!!!! he zoomed toward you.

"omg ur so hot wanna commit double"

"wtf" you said and ran away.

As you got back to your house, you thought about getting a restraining order on the peculiar man that had approched you earlier today, when you suddenly felt a tossing and turning in our stomach.

You forgot you had Taco Bell today.

Oh well. Who cares? You're in the only one in the house. And it's YOUR house. It's not like anything's gonna happen if you let it rip.

And so...

pFPPfdpsFPP-

*sNIFF*

*moan*

😨

WHAT THE FUCK

you turn around only to find that strange man from earlier with his nose in your bootycrack.

"I must say, belladonna, your farts are the most scrumptious I've ever smelt! They surpass even Chuuya's!"

Then you pass out from shock.

Next you wake up, you're tied up. and in someone's basement.

And then, you see him.

the guy that sniffed your bootycrack

"Why the hell am I here?! Let me go!"

But he just shook his head.

"nuh-uh"

"fym nuh-uh"

Then, you see all around you are jars.

"If I can't have your affection...then the next best thing would be your farts. I'll collect them and leave you alone, but you're staying here."

As the news hit you in the face just like the time you were sitting on the train at rush hour and someone accidentally fell on you, tears started streaming down your face.

"Why me?"

But he didn't have time to answer. Because just then, your girlfriend broke through the wall.

"I'LL SAVE YOU MY PRECIOUS!!!"

is that Elysia from the hit game Honkai Impact 3rd?!?!?!?! you lucky dog

"Hello? did you hear me?"

Wait a minute. Why is this man still talking to yo-

Oh. you were hallucinating.

(spoiler warning(I think))

elysia has been dead since like forever lmao

Then you started crying (again). Not only were you cursed to spend the rest of your life in this man's basement as his fart cow, but you were also bitchless and so you couldn't experience someone busting down the wall to save you as the sun sets painting the scene a golden color while they run out with you in their arms.

"Shhh, it's o-"

"OH MY FUCKING GOD DAZAI WHAT ARE YOU UP TO AGAIN"

and then you see the most majestic being. he's got those square glasses and ponytail and he looks so godda-

and then more people come and beat the weird man unconcious and they take you to therapy!!! the end.

#dazai x reader #kunikida x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs #crack #bsd crack #fart #armed detective agency #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #kunikida doppo #bsd kunikida #elysia #hi3rd #hi3 #honkai impact 3 #elysia x reader

[jikigai]

👩‍🌾👨‍🌾🧑‍🌾

If you can't smell the fragrance
don't come into the garden of Love.
if you are unwilling to undress
don't enter into the stream of
Truth. Stay where you are, don't
come our way

-Rumi

After reading this I realize how incredibly intricately special my friends who I fell completely in love with. There’s not many like us, not many at all. We’re the ones who saw the world with such delight. So hopeful for the next turn to be something great whether or not the last turn was wretched. I met them after we’d all become torn apart by this world. They were still so beyond beautiful to me regardless of the stains and scars that stuck with them. It seemed we all got the same memo at one point in our lives, (to go find your favorite person) the one who you loved like it was your child with unconditional affection. A love that carried grace, so much humor, so so much understanding. Literally these people no matter what when where why. There was this hovering comfort of presence, a feeling of faultless absolute connection. It wasn’t a connection where there were sunshine and rainbows all the time because that wouldn’t have been right. It was a connection that was just nonchalant pureness in its purest form. It seemed as if everything was perfectly…not okay, if you know why I mean. Let’s just say we were a fucked up beautiful mess, full of so much character , life , humor, intelligence , hood , country , class , let’s just say we’ve all been around like it’s no one’s business. In a good way, we knew how to take on the world blissfully. Cheating it, I miss my a team. Truthfully irreplaceable. They blew me away whenever they popped into my life at the most random time. It was almost like as soon as we fucking talked for 30 seconds the rest was history, it was set in stone and we all knew in our own ways I’m going to love you forever and EVER. I’ve been waiting my whole life for you, I wasn’t expecting how they came or how they were as souls or appearances I just knew I found my own family because I never fit in anywhere else quite as right. I felt whole finally, my whole life leading up to the moments of meeting Alyvia & Mitch I was alright I mean but I never saw myself being that genuinely happy and full of joy and life when they were a part of my life. It was like all my life I had been listening to music with a Walkman and it was fine but one day Im gifted the newest Harmon karmon headset that I had no awareness how genuine and crisp and amazing something can get. I was settling so much for so long and finally I was given above and beyond anything I could have imagined. I’m so grateful to have spent endless on endless of minutes, hours, months, year(s) with my family. We were tied at the waist. Till I see y’all again, and when I do I’m going to hug you and spin you both around and kiss y’all like you’ve never been kissed before Mitch on the cheek of course 😂😂 cause IDGAFFFF I’m going to cry sosososo damn hard. I can just see is linking in heaven or whateva and Mitch is going to have that big beautiful smile and amazing laugh. I’ve never been one to run to someone for a hug but yo If I saw y’all a mile away I would run the fastest mile in existence God help me because I don’t have anytime to waste to see Alyvias beautiful eyes, her more than amazingly perfect smile with the cutest face I’ve ever seen. I’m so in love with her. Her name makes me feel the fire of love all through my body. I pray that I can soon just hold her head between my shin and shoulder again, hold her hair and show her the opitomy of love sick. I can see her standing there and as soon as I cling on to her with dear life we will both start balling with all the love we’ve ever felt into each other. She’s going to laugh and I’ll laugh and we’ll just be there in that moment and I’ll just stand there for days, months, even years looking into her eyes admiring the pure beauty God created. I hope by this time we will be better and can understand we’re more than good enough.

Into the ages of true kingdom and beloved identity.

[evanzbuck]

THAI.

I was just out and about, running my little errands on a Saturday morning, when you tagged me in this TNT set and emotionally wrecked me while in line at the bank. 😭 THANKS.

I honestly forgot that I sent you this song lololol, and as a result, I WAS NOT READY TO RECEIVE THIS. The best part was how the song was playing on my AirPods the moment I saw the notification. The universe knew what was coming.

Your idea to frame the set through Tommy, Nancy, and TK's losses????? YO. THAI. WOW. GENIUS. Obviously we all know grief is a common thread between them, but the way you laid it all out is 🥺🥺. I love how you wove it all together in a way that tells such a uniquely beautiful and bittersweet story. A STANDING OVATION ON THIS BRILLIANT CREATIVE CHOICE. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

My favorite part of the song, which guts me every single time I hear it, is "I think life's a party, something you should celebrate...some people leave early, while others get to stay." What you did with those lyrics gave me goosebumps. The shaking effect that you did with the second to last gif and "some people leave early"--- I cannot stop looking at it (or playing that part of the song on repeat as I do).

Your talent is limitless and your creations always manage to simultaneously make an impact and leave an indelible imprint. The show only gives you so much content to utilize, and the way you curate your sets with the limited scenes/options you have is astounding. I always look forward to seeing the end result of one of your ideas, and it always blows me away because your attention to detail is EVERYTHING.

Anyway, I'm gonna get myself together and go about the rest of my day, SOMEHOW. Thank you for remembering for both of us (😂) that I sent you that song and for creating this absolutely stunning set with it. I’m gonna be thinking about it for daaaays. So grateful to you, and for you. 💖🥹 Forever tied with Kim as your number 1 fan. 😁😂

SONIAAAAA! Just casually making me cry in a Saturday night huh. Is this payback for the set because I feel like it is lol. You have NO IDEA how much this means to me! I absolutely love getting you two by surprise omg seriously it's now one of my favorite things in the world sdfghjdfkdf It actually happens because I'm often lacking motivation and inspiration to make them right away but this works I guess 💀 I still can't believe you were listening to this song oh man that's wonderful and I'm so happy I've worked up the courage to post it in that exact time.

I'm so so happy you like my scene choices because you know that's what I care the most about lol. "Some people leave early and others get to stay" is my favorite part too so I felt the need to add all I could to represent TNT I'm very glad you like it <3. Godddd I'm not kidding when I say this made me cry. I adore you sfm and it's incredible to make sets for you. The way you love and care for the show and everyone's work is the fucking best! I could drop a set every single day for you and Kim and never grow tired of it because, ofc, I love you two, and it's super worth it! Seeing you guys freak out for all this 911ls/Rafa content add some years to my life expectancy istg 🤣 So THANK YOU for taking the time to send this, for all those beautiful texts and these lovely words. And oh boy this is not even the last request 💀 so I can't wait to see your reaction to those as well sdfhjdsfklfd. You're wonderful my love ❤️ I'm dead I'm sure Kim is good with sharing it with you lololol

#no one look at me I'm wreck after this #sonia tag #pragmatic-optimist #answered

[guardianofrainandink]

In conclusion: I'm dead inside again.

#destiel #we all went down with this ship #but #yo a ti forever and you can't take it away

[esuemmanuel]

A veces me pregunto qué será de ti cuando esto termine y no encuentres mis manos para tocarte… ¿Con qué soñarás? ¿A quién le entregarás tus ojos, tu imaginación y tu vida? ¿En qué almohada posarás tus sueños al tratar de dormir? ¿Qué cielos surcarás cuando te falte el aire? Sí, todo eso me he preguntado y, tristemente, las respuestas se me escabullen entre los dedos. En este momento, escribiendo esto, empiezo a sentirme ligero… porque, nada es para siempre y, si nada lo es, entonces, no tengo porqué sentirme temeroso. El tiempo me quitará la vida, pero no seré yo el que me quite la gracia de sentir y, mucho menos, de ser libre y escribir. Ya llegará otro, quizás. Ya te tocará otro, tal vez. Ya soñarás con otro nombre y otra faz, ya tu cabeza sucumbirá al sueño sin necesidad de almohadas… ya los cielos serán extensiones de tierra, plagados de verdor y complacencias, mientras mi recuerdo se irá borrando de tus huellas.

— Esu Emmanuel©️, Sometimes I wonder what will become of you when this is over and you can't find my hands to touch you... What will you dream about? Who will you give your eyes, your imagination and your life to? On what pillow will you rest your dreams when you try to sleep? What skies will you cross when you are short of breath? Yes, I have asked myself all these questions and, sadly, the answers slip through my fingers. At this moment, writing this, I begin to feel light... because, nothing is forever and, if nothing is forever, then, I have nothing to be afraid of. Time will take away my life, but I will not be the one to take away the grace of feeling and, much less, of being free and writing. Another one will come, perhaps. Another one will touch you, perhaps. You will dream with another name and another face, and your head will succumb to sleep without the need of pillows... and the skies will be extensions of land, full of greenery and complacencies, while my memory will be erased from your footprints.

#escritores en tumblr #escribiendo en soledad #el hombre de la soledad #the man of solitude #writing in solitude #poetas en tumblr #writers on tumblr #pensamientos #poets on tumblr #2021 #poeticstories #night writing

[alykazamfanfiction]

Songs of a Lost Memory

I wrote this thinking about a possible ending of the series that I would like to see. I apologize that I can't seem to get the "keep reading" link to work out on mobile.

“I’ll never forget you, Marinette.”

“I know, Tikki, and I wish I could say the same.”

“Goodbye.”

“I love you.”

It had been three months since the final battle of the Miracle War. The end of the war, along with the defeat of Hawkmoth and Mayura, brought on a long awaited peace in the city of Paris. But the final victory was not all glory. Emilie Agreste, the long missing mother of Adrien Agreste, and the soul motivation of her husband Gabriel's decent into villainy, was lost forever. The only casualty of absolute power corrupting absolutely.

Much to the surprise of the miraculous holders, Adrien was able to let go finally after gaining the closure about his mother’s disappearance. It had also helped that the heroes who stood and fought beside him were not just his comrades, but once the holders of the miraculous were exposed of their identities, they were also his dearest, closest friends.

The hardest task the heroes had to face now that the war was over, was the arrival of the Supreme Guardians of the miraculous. Who came to Paris to retrieve the lost Miracle Box Master Fu had escaped with 176 years before. Meaning that Marinette, as the acting Guardian of the miraculous, once she returned the Miraculous to the true Guardians, she relinquished all memories she had of Ladybug and the miraculous as well.

Though memories of old friends like Alya, Juleka, and Rose would remain vivid in Marinette’s mind and heart as ever. All the friends she gained after receiving the Ladybug Miraculous were lost in the wake of duties being passed on to the new Guardian.

They would be forgotten like the blurred images of a bad fever dream. And those who were aware of that fate, chose not to break their hearts any further saying their goodbyes to Marinette and going their separate ways as her time as Ladybug drew to a close.

Among those who would drift away from Marinette’s memories were Adrien and Kagami who coped with the loss of their best friend by finding solace in each other’s arms, and soon their hearts.

Luka, on the other hand, had disappeared as swiftly as he seemingly materialized in the cabin of the Liberty all those years ago.

But today was not the day to sulk about the Marinette that was lost. Today was the day to celebrate Paris’ newfound peace. A new day to welcome a new Marinette who, despite forgetting all the wisdom she gained during her years as Ladybug and the Guardian, carried herself with the poise and grace of the wisest of sages. And to reintroduce her to those who missed her presence dearly.

Ivan and Melene, who suggested and planned the celebration, called it Marinette’s ‘clean slate' party with a smile that echoed with a tinge of sadness. Though she remembered her two friends fondly, Marinette had no recollection of her influence on their journey in love.

The party was held at the Liberty, the only place in Paris anyone could think of that was worthy of the fun and music the former miraculous holders were about to unleash in the name of a good time.

And it was everything everyone expected it to be. Great food was displayed on many tables and beautiful decorations adorned the deck of the Liberty, which still had plenty of room for all the dancing that would take place. All that was left to do was to wait for the lady of the hour to finally arrive.

Kim, Max, Alix, Rose, and Juleka leaned on the edge of the Liberty, watching the currents of the water move down the Siene while waiting in silence. Reminiscing of their times in school before the rise of Hawk Moth and Akumas.

“So Max,” Kim asked looking to his smaller friend who happened to wear his best bow tie and suspenders to the event, “is there even a small chance that Mari might remember anything?”

Max sighed and pushed his thick glasses up his nose as he answered. “I’ve done the math several times, and her odds are always the same. 4,786,275,963.72 to 1. Marinette honestly has a better chance of sprouting wings than remembering her time spent as Ladybug.”

The group exhaled a sigh in unison upon hearing the impossibility explained to them, Max included.

Alix turned to Juleka. The violet haired woman stared out at the water. Her head resting on her hand that was propped up with her elbow on the Liberty’s railing. “hey, Jules, is your brother here?”

“Ya.”

Alix looked around the ship's deck and returned her gaze at her quiet friend.

“Um…where?”

“Sulking…”

Alix joined her brooding friend mimicking the same pose on the railing. “it’s not fair, Jules.”

“Life and love never is, Alix.”

Juleka thought of her brother who once had a smile that made her think of the brisk carefree winds of the sea. A smile that had disappeared at the end of the war. She did not know which was worse. Her brother’s loss of the woman he loved, or the realization she returned his affections and confessed her love during the final battle; knowing that the end of the war would bring the end of Paris’s miraculous era, and the loss of his lover’s memory of him. Luka Couffaine assured the former heroes that he was going to be alright and would carry on, but being his sister, Juleka knew her brother and could see him crumbling to pieces inside.

The violet haired beauty was taken out of her thoughts when a soft hand with pink fingernails reached out for her own. She turned to see Rose giving her a smile and a bright blue wink of her big doe eyes.

Rose always knew what to say without uttering a single word. And soon Juleka’s lips turned into a content smile as she gently turned her hand to hold the pixie blonde’s hand in hers.

The silence of the group was broken by Nino running to them as he adjusts the red hat on his head while he spoke.

“Hey guys, Alya just sent me a text. They’re about to approach the dock.”

“Where's Adrien and Kagami?” Rose asked as she took a glance around the Liberty’s deck, “I sure hope they made it. “

“They did,” Nino answered with a smile. “They were gonna meet Alya and Mari at the dock and talk for a minute before heading in.”

Alix interrupts threw conversation with more concern in her voice than she wished to reveal, “don't you think that's a terrible idea?!”

“Chillax dudette, Alya's got it covered. She is my girlfriend after all.”

“Well I hope this party doesn't end before it starts because of this.” Alix harrumphed as she crossed her arms in disapproval.

At the dock, Adrien and Kagami stood before the Liberty. The blonde young model tapping his fingers against his thigh erratically until Kagami placed her slender, sword worn hand on his and laced their fingers together.

“You're nervous,” Kagami spoke, looking ahead with the familiar air of stoicism that Adrien had never seen in anyone else.

“If course I’m nervous," there was a slight quiver in his voice. “Kagami, what if she doesn't like us? What if she does some strange love at first sight thing?”

“Adrien, she could never dislike us. And if she falls for you. We just tell her we're together right away, and she will accept it. We’re just two people making a new friend. And she's about to meet two new friends. History doesn't usually repeat itself.”

Adrien turned to his long time fencing partner and now girlfriend and gently cupped her face in his hand. He still was unsure how he managed to meet such a wonderful and wise person.

“I hope you’re right, Kagami.”

Jade eyes met an amber gaze and, for a moment, there was only the two comrades turned lovers in this world, and time slowed to a standstill around them.

“Heeeeeey! Lovebirds!”

It was Alya walking down the Parisian street toward the dock; hand in hand with a dark haired girl in a light pink sundress embroidered with flowers along the hip. Her hair was loose and draped her petite yet toned shoulders.

It was the princess herself, Marinette DuPain-Cheng.

“C'mon, girl,” Alya was heard saying as she hurried across the last empty street before the dock with their friend. Meeting the couple who were waiting. “I gotta introduce you to some friends of mine.” She held her hand over to Adrien and Kagami drawing Marinette’s smiling face in their direction. “This is Adrien Agreste and his girlfriend Kagami Tsurugi. And guys, this is my friend, Marinette.” The bronze woman turned her hands to her companion's direction.

Marinette smiled joyfully as she waved, “Hi, it's wonderful to meet yo-" she trailed off as she looked into Adrien's eyes and furrowed her brow as she tilted her head in concentration.

“I’m sorry, but have we met before?”

Adrien's blood went cold as he began to stammer his words, “I…uh…umm,” much in the same way Mari used to when they first got to know each other years ago. Before he was able to muster an excuse Kagami chuckled softly into her hand quietly before pointing behind Marinette. Their new friend turned to see a bus stop nearby with an ad for Agreste fashion that had Adrien on display.

With a loud laughter, a hand on her chest and a rosy tint on her cheeks, Marinette felt like a fool for a second. “oh goodness! I should have known you were that Adrien Agreste. How silly of me!”

Before long the four were roaring with laughter only to be interrupted by Nino and the gang calling to them from the Liberty.

“Hey, Adrien, quit keeping the ladies all to yourself and get up here with us!”

“Yeah or we just might start this party without our guest of honor!”

“Yeah!”

The four reunited friends looked up at the Liberty. And Adrien turned to the three women beside him. “well I believe it’s time to head in M'ladies.”

Marinette began to rush on ahead of the group up toward the gag plank, as the guest of honor they referred to was her. She suddenly stopped before turning around and pulled Kagami and Adrien in a loving embrace that took them off guard.

“I’m so glad to meet you both! I hope we can be great friends!”

Adrien and Kagami returned their affection and held their friend tight while saying together “the best.”

A few hours into the party, everyone had celebrated a toast to Paris' freedom from Hawk Moth and the threat of akumas. Afterwards they played games, ate, drank, and were merry as they told stories about the hero’s that helped save the city that Marinette did not remember. She simply assumed she was just too busy to notice.

The party's most anticipated guest was having a wonderful time and thought it was such a kind thing to do for little to no reason. It truly made her feel special and loved, this all meant the world to her. But the young lady could not help but feel that something was undeniably missing. The longer she thought about it, the more she became disgruntled because the only thing that she could picture was a marine teal blue.

“Is something wrong, Marinette?” Melene asked her pondering friend with concern, placing a kind hand on her shoulder.

Marinette sighed and played with her manicured nails.

“For weeks now I have felt that something is missing. So much so that I even dream about it. It’s always the same dream too, I hear a beautiful melody, and I see the most serene eyes looking into my own. Someone says something, but I can never make out the words. I just hoped that maybe I would happen to meet the person with those eyes and finally say hello.”

Marinette looked up at Melene and Ivan who walked up and began to listen. His inner poet compelled to listen to the words of her heart. They looked at her with an aura of sadness about them that the girl wanted to shrug off in embarrassment.

“Eh heh heh, don’t mind me. I’m just talking a bunch of nonsense!” Marinette tried to laugh off the mood she leaked into the room.

“Actually that sounds just like Lu-“ Ivan began before seeing Rose and Juleka waving their arms in a frenzy in the Hope’s he would just stop talking!

Luckily he got the hint.

“Uhh JAGGED STONE! He plays music and says tons of things that make no sense!”

Marinette giggled into her hands as the girls out of her view quietly sighed and wiped their brows in relief. “No, Jagged Stone’s over there talking to Miss Couffaine.” She pointed over to the open stage on the deck where a woman with silver hair in a thick braid talked with an eccentric man with magenta hair and the typical rock star outfit. Jagged spotted her pointing his way and waved before giving them a thumbs up.

“Rockin’ party, kids!”

Marinette waved back before turning around, a sigh escaping her lips. Melene shot a glare at Ivan as he rolled his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. He certainly dodge a bullet.

“You know I think I’m gonna grab a mineral water from inside and sit down. I think the sun might be getting to me.” Marinette pointed to the stairs that led inside the Liberty’s cabins, “I’ll just be a few minutes, really.” And she hurried off to the stairs before her friends could respond.

Once downstairs and in the Liberty’s kitchen, Marinette walked to the pantry and pulled out a can of mineral water and sighed to herself. As she readied the tab to open the can, it slid out of shaking hands as the sound of a guitar’s melody flooded her ears.

Though she had never heard the tune, tears welled up in her light blue eyes. She wiped her spontaneous tears in awe as she focused on the music to pinpoint its location.

It came from the lowest cabin of the ship.

Drawn to the song, Marinette stealthed her way down another short staircase and tiptoed down the hall to avoid anyone from stopping her pursuit, and to reach the source of the music unnoticed.

As the melody grew louder and clearer, Marinette’s heart began to skip a beat more and more until she a reached a wide, open doorway. She peeked in to see a dimly lit bedroom, the only light entering from the small round windows of the ship. On the bed that was pushed against the wall sat a man with blue and black hair with his back turned to the doorway. Playing a melody on his guitar that made Marinette’s heart both swell with love and sink in despair. He poured his everything, his very heart and soul, into every note that sang from each string.

The song reached it’s end and the guitarist slowly wrapped his arms around his instrument, heaving a sigh so heavy and shaken, Marinette could almost hear the tears as they rolled down his face.

“Sass,” he said quietly to the empty room. “I don’t know what to do.”

Unsure of what to say, the words “excuse me" escaped Marinette’s lips in a whisper. She didn’t have curiosity about the name he spoke, she only wanted to understand his music.

“I’m sorry,” the stranger spoke in a voice, deep and tired. “Please, don’t worry, I don’t want-"

“No,” the woman cut him off gently. “Please…why does playing something so beautiful cause you so much pain?” The desire to understand this man she had never met grow stronger with every passing second. It was almost painful in her chest.

“M…Miss…” he began without turning around to face her. Marinette began to wonder if he was avoiding looking at her. But something told her it was not to avoid her seeing his tears. But something deeper. “Do you believe in Second Chance?”

“Of course I do,” Marinette answered as she leaned her back onto the doorway watching this mysterious musician who hid himself away. Why did her heart flutter so around him?

“Not long ago you could say it was my superpower.” He said with a short laugh that was forced in an attempt to lighten the mood. “But anymore, the idea seems impossible.”

“How come?” Marinette asked, desperate to understand the man she just met moments ago. Her body desires to inch closer but remained set in the doorway out of respect.

“It…no longer matters. I lost her.”

“Who?”

He remained silent for seconds that felt like years before he slid black painted fingernails up the guitar neck and began to play once more the melody that lured Marinette down to the cabins; it was a siren song that called to her.

“Her.” He spoke of the song as if it were a third person standing in the room.

Marinette could not help herself but to ask “what happened?”

“She’s gone. And all I have left of her is the song in her heart,” he confessed as he continued to play.

“It sounds like you loved her dearly,” she placed a hand to her chest and closed her eyes, but her heart would not calm down.

“More than anything, and I always will,” for the first time in their conversation, his voice rose in volume slightly and was warm with content.

“What was she like?”

The room remained void of words as the song floated around the walls before he answered her question

“Extraordinary.” He began with love and admiration in his voice. “Clear as a music note; sincere as a melody…”

The words he spoke grabbed Marinette by the heart and shook the deepest core of her being. Her cheeks grew rosy and her eyes widened with understanding. They resonated inside a part of her that felt chained away in a secret place that was now free to escape to the surface. Revealing to her heart a secret she had no clue she hid from herself.

Suddenly she pictured those eyes she had seen every night in her dreams. Those deep ocean blue eyes staring into her own. Before she was aware of her actions, the words that fell from her lips matched the ones she was hearing for the first time.

“She was the music that played inside my (your) head since the day we first met.”

Upon hearing each other utter the same words, the guitar’s song stopped as the man slowly turned to Marinette. His eyes wide as if he was looking at a ghost, partially hidden behind scattered tufts of black and blue hair that gracefully fell down along his face were the soulful ocean blue eyes that taunted Marinette every night for the last three months.

Those eyes were now looking into her soul once again in the waking life and Marinette could not help but gaze back into them. She spoke a single word that shook the man down to the deepest center of his soul.

“Luka…”

“Ma…mamaMarinette!”

In the moment, the invisible shackles that chained the two bodies still suddenly shattered like glass as they raced to each other. The guitar fell with a harmonic thump as Luka hurriedly climbed off the bed and reached out as they collided into each other in the most desperate embrace. The urge to hold each other was so overwhelming with passion it was almost violent.

Determined to make sure the other was real, they pressed their lips onto any skin they found exposed in hard sweet kisses.

Luka showered his love in kisses he had held back since that moment he opened his eyes and she stood before him in the same cabin when they were young.

Marinette held onto him as tight as she could. Unknowingly the same way he held her the day she crumbled under the pressures of her responsibilities and cried into his chest. Though the memories of her time as Ladybug were forever gone and forgotten, the warmth of Luka’s embrace felt so familiar.

And she never wanted this familiar feeling to slip away ever again.

Luka entangled himself tight against Marinette’s body, hoping to weave his body and soul into hers so that they would never part. He thought of the Snake Kwami of Second Chance and pondered if the magical creature had left behind just enough magic for one last miracle, and if Sass had done so, Luka would remain grateful for the rest of his days.

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[etlunainmorte]

***

"I'm home, V." You told him as you held him close with the warmest of embraces. "My love."

"My love!" The man answered as he lifted you and twirled you around like a princess. He, then, put you down and pressed his lips against your forehead. "I can't believe it! You're here! With me!"

"Yes!" You answered as your arms went around his neck. "Finally! If this is truly Heaven, I don't ever want to leave! I want to stay here with you. Forever!"

"I love you, (Y/N)."

"I love you, too, V."

"Welcome home, dearest."

For a time, you knew nothing but peace, and calmness,...

... and above all,...

... love.

For the harsh hammer of death in the form of a storm that was brought down upon this land opened a new door of hope for the two of you.

And thus, in this so - called stormy hammer of death, the lovers were finally reunited.

He no longer greeted you, nor led you to that same old worn - down bench, nor read poetry to you.

You did,...

... so much more.

For the not - so good things that occurred in the past has granted you so much more access to this utopia that the man so lovingly took care of for a very long time.

Who knew there was a little forest of golden trees not far from that white gazebo? Who knew that, on that forest of golden trees, there were very peculiar, very curious little species of flowers that grew nowhere else but there? Who knew that, along with those very peculiar, very curious little species of flowers, there were some kinds of magnificent plants that glowed and sparkled and showed the way to lost travelers during nighttime? Who knew that, deep within that forest, there was a bubbling brook that reflected all kinds of colors like a real prism?

Who knew that anyone could explore these wonders, as much as they could, and never get tired of them?

For a time, you knew nothing but peace, and calmness,...

... and above all,...

... love.

Hand in hand, you explored all the places, both known and unknown, that your feet could reach without getting tired. As promised, you enjoyed the nice and peaceful night sky with him as you walked.

And as he so lovingly declared to you, he was able to hold you the way he would want to.

You loved him, and he loved you.

Everything,...

... was perfect.

Everything,...

... was,...

... perfect.

Then, there came a time in that eternal utopia when being together felt,... somehow lonesome.

Empty.

Yes, you loved each other. You swore to never leave each other's side. You promised to stay with each other until the end of time but,...

... somehow,...

... something,...

... felt missing.

For a time, you knew nothing but peace, and calmness,...

... and above all,...

... love.

However,...

... you,...

... nor the man you loved above all else,...

... could never stop the force that was coming swiftly upon this little utopia of hope.

For it was stronger than the hammer of death, the storm that could end everything within mere moments.

It was called,...

... the winter of emptiness.

And this emptiness, this strange power that was taking a hold of your own heart,...

... has forced you to open your eyes to the truth of this world.

On the seventh night of this harsh winter, the man found you sitting on that same old worn - down bench where he used to greet and read poetry to you.

As always, for the man, you looked beautiful.

The most beautiful woman in all of creation.

And yet,...

... you looked so sorrowful, and lonely.

He found you clutching your abdomen.

"My love." The man called you as he sat down next to you.

"My love." You answered, your eyes still locked onto the vast, white, empty horizon before you.

"Are you,... in pain?"

Your eyes wide open, you turned to look at his worried face and cupped his cheeks, hoping that your simple gesture would reassure him.

"Dearest, no!" You replied. "No."

But, the man would not believe your words. "Please, talk to me. Tell me what's been bothering you. I'll do anything I can,... anything,... to make you feel alright again."

With a weak smile, you pulled the man close to your heart, not wanting to let him go.

"V," You began. " ... forgive me. Please."

"What? Why? There is nothing to apologize for! My love, tell me what's wrong,... please,... "

And with one simple gesture, he finally realized.

With his hand that you put on your abdomen, his eyes, and mind, were finally opened.

He knew, right then and there,...

... the root of the emptiness that was suffocating you.

"I'm so sorry, V!" The man heard you cry, your delicate body trembling against his own. "I can't! I - i c - can't give you,... everything!"

The man, although having a hard time accepting this sad truth, only shook his head and pulled you into his arms even closer.

"As I've told you, there is nothing to apologize for. What matters the most is I love you! I love you, (Y/N). I,... love you. And nothing could change that. Nothing." He, then, cupped your cheeks and made you look at him as he brushed those tears from your face. "So, please, smile. Seeing you happy,... is the only thing that keeps me going,... please."

For a time, you knew nothing but peace, and calmness,...

... and above all,...

... love.

Despite this long period of harsh winter, you pulled through. He helped you with everything.

He helped you,...

... despite your weakness.

And above all, he stayed with you. He made good on his promises.

He,...

... never left you.

And as the reign of this winter of emptiness finally started to diminish, you both knew,...

Spring,...

... that much awaited spring of hope,...

... was coming.

And with it, the voice, that mysterious voice, that kept calling you in the night.

And you knew what it meant.

You knew.

And you're fully aware that it would only make him sorrowful and lonely even more.

"V, did you hear that?" You asked him one morning as you watched how the snow melted, showing the first signs of the early spring bloom.

"Hear what, my love?"

"That voice. It's calling me." Turning towards him with such torn emotions of both happiness and sorrow, you began confessing to him. "It's time, V."

"What time? What do you me - ?"

And you did not give him enough time to finish his sentence. Pulling him into a hug and keeping him there locked into your arms, you spoke. "I know you know what I mean. They're calling me,... back to the surface. I'm given,... another chance to live."

Of course, he knew. Of course.

He just didn't expect it to be this soon.

Yes, he wanted to be with you. To keep you close everyday of his life. To lovingly hold you forever.

But, he knew you have so much more to give.

You deserved,…

… another chance at life.

And for that,…

… he must let you go.

He must let,…

… the woman he loved go.

"Then, go." He whispered, his voice shaking, his eyes getting blurry, his chest hurting with so much pain.

Of course, he wanted you to live. He wanted you to be happy. And he's willing to let you go.

It's just,...

... why,...

... does it hurt so,… so much?

"Go,... and live the life you choose."

"I will." You answered. "And I will find you."

Eyes wide with surprise and brows knitted in confusion, he watched you as you took out something from the pocket of your immaculate white skirt.

It was,...

... a simple red string.

You carefully tied it around his wrist as you spoke. As tears fell from your own eyes. 

"I do believe that someday, in this lifetime or maybe the next, or even after that, if we're truly meant for each other, our separated souls would surely find their way back home, and we'll finally meet. I don't care how long,... I'll wait for as long as it takes. And when that happens, I would know. 

"By this red string of fate, I would know. 

"Even if we have different names or different preferences, or even if we're born in different places, I would know it's you. I would know, because both the heart and soul knows. We would surely meet,... someday."

"But,... what if I never get the chance to live again? I'm tainted. I'm full of sin! My past,... is too dark to behold. What if I never see you again?"

"Then, I will beg the gods to give you another chance! I don't care if you say you're tainted, or full of sin, or your past is too dark! I love you! I love you, V! I,... love you!

"And that's all that matters.

“We will see each other again. I know.

“I swear,…”

And with one last passionate kiss,...

... and one last embrace,...

... you proved to him,...

... everything you've said.

You will find him, and that's a promise.

For a time, you knew nothing but peace, and calmness,...

... and above all,...

... love.

And with the remnants of the winter of emptiness, you were taken away from him.

Leaving him alone in this world,...

... once more.

***

"See you tomorrow, Avery!"

"Yeah!"

Laughing and shaking your head, you waved goodbye to your friend after a hard day's work. You considered inviting her for a nice cup of tea from your favorite cafe' in the heart of the city but, you knew she would refuse. She has a date with her amazing boyfriend, Roman, after all.

And you? You're just happy. Happily employed, happily living your own life,...

... and single,...

" ... and on Valentine's." You said to yourself with a deep sigh, gaining the attention of the couple sitting right next to your table in that favorite cafe' of yours. 

Sipping your earl grey and ignoring the young college couple as they started whispering about you, you took out your phone from your (B/C) bag and checked for some notifications.

They're just the usual boring stuff: Ebag online shopping e - mails, MeTube video notifications, some tumbler updates from your favorite fanfiction writers and artists, and a few messages from your local telecommunications company. Nothing,... really new.

However, one, sudden call caught your attention. It was from one of your online friends, Nicoletta, and she sounded hyped.

"Hey, hon!" She screamed at the phone. "Outta work?"

With a little laugh, you replied, "Yeah why?"

"Dude! Vitale is there!"

"Vitale? You mean your pal from that agency? What is it again? Devil May Weep?"

"Yeah, yeah! Him! And that's Devil May CRY!"

Huh, you thought as her words finally sank into your head. You've known this Vitale for almost a year now. In fact, you've known him from Nico and this strange dude named Griffon that she always called, birdbrain, or little chickie. Said you and the guy had a lot of similarities. That you both liked tea, video games, art, reading, yes, reading,... a lot. And above all, he, like you, claimed to remember a bit of his past life. You both claimed to remember,… something about an endless garden, a field of beautiful white roses, and a certain red string bracelet. They actually said that the guy was interested into getting to know you more because of those things.

So, shit happens. You exchanged anonymous messenger user names, introduced yourselves to each other, and talked, or chatted.

And to make the long story short, the two of you got along with each other quite well.

However, your friendly relationship with him remained stagnant like that. You were just too far, the both of you living away from each other, across the other sides of the globe, in fact. Not to mention the time zones killing the both of you and your sleep schedules. And,... you couldn't really invest in a long - distance relationship like that.

And now,...

"Wait a sec," You answered. "What's he doing here, anyway?"

"Devil hunting mission. Mr. Lovesick guy actually volunteered to hunt it down after knowin’ that the Demon went straight across the sea towards where ya are right now."

Mr. Lovesick guy?! "Wait, I don't understand. A Demon? Right here in the city?"

"Yeah."

Grabbing your bag and standing up, you lowered your voice as you spoke. "Should I be scared with that? I thought you're just joking when you told me you run a Devil Hunting agency there!"

"I'm not joking! And don't ya worry about a thing, V's got yer pretty little ass."

"Oh, shut up, you!" You almost yelled at the phone. "And he's called V now?"

"Yeah! He says he prefers it like that instead of his full name. Anyway, be goin' now! Kyrie's losin' her mind with the orphans. Have a fun Valentine's with the poet, hon!"

"Wait! Nico, wait!"

And before you could even say anything else, the woman hung up.

Sighing and swearing under your breath, you hid your phone back to your bag and waved at barista behind the counter.

"See you tomorrow, (Y/N)!" The friendly Italian barista said.

"See ya, Cagliostro!" You replied. You were about to leave the cafe' when the Italian called the name of the customer who ordered the cup of tea he was holding.

"V! One earl grey for V!"

Eyes wide open with surprise, hands terribly sweaty and  trembling in anticipation, you turned back, and saw him,...

Shoulder – length, jet – black hair, a metal cane in one hand, a very distinct posture, that familiar way of walking,…

… and those deep green eyes,…

Yes, those deep green eyes,…

Finally.

...

...

You remembered,...

... everything,...

...

Everything.

...

...

"V?" You called his name.

The man heard your voice, and when he finally laid his eyes on you, he finally remembered.

The endless garden, the field of those beautiful white roses, the red string bracelet,…

… and the beautiful woman,…

… who wore it to his wrist.

As the lips of the mysterious man called V curved up in a smile that made your heart ache and jump in gladness, he finally spoke.

“My,… love,…”

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“We don’t meet people by accident. They are meant to cross our path for a reason.”

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~ THE END ~

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#devil may cry 5 #vitale sparda #what matters most #v x reader #v x you #red string of fate series

[judgement-free-sideblog]

Salt and vinegar

First of all, thanks to everyone who read my first attempt at the first person writing, I always struggled with that.

I must say I didn't plan to write a second part to Cakes and accidents because I am a sucker for one shots with open endings, but I actually had a clear idea in my head about how it should continue, and I found a spark of inspiration so here is the part II.

And thanks to @tholland96 @jillanaholland for commenting.

Also part of the inspiration came from this interview in case you want to check it out.

Tom Holland x reader

One shot

Warnings: Fluff, cursing, poor table manners.

The message was bright and clear in your cellphone screen, but still you had to look at ti three more times to make sure what it says, and once the idea had sink in your head you tossed the device away in the laundry basket you were supposed to do that night as if it had somehow offended you. That wasn't real, it was a cruel joke of destiny that Tom Holland, actually Stanley, said the voice in your head, invited you to have dinner with him.

And of course you didn't want to read much into it, you have been talking in an amicable way for the last three days and he was probably trying to be friendly with you. But if you had to sit next to that charming smile and those breathtaking eyes that make you smile like an idiot just by thinking about them, for more than 20 minutes you will end up making an awkward mess of yourself and he would probably feel uncomfortable and would run away scared.

You pick up the phone and ignore the text to call your sister, she may be younger but the list of broken hearts in her past made her the perfect person to give advice, and since it was almost 8 at night she may be free in her new home all those mile away.

"Well he clearly enjoys your company" The voice of your sister told you in the phone after you briefly summarize how you meet him "Y/N why are you doing this? This Holland guy is clearly interested in you, what the hell if he said is name is Stanley or Lucas or Wenceslaus" She made a pause to let you laugh, she always did that, even when she was angry, making jokes was a second nature for Y/S/N "If anything it only means he wants to have a more normal discret experience as a young adult, and trust me it that is hard to find, you should see the blokes out here, they feel like just because they have a couple thousands followers in IG I should be kissing the floor they walk on"

"I suppose you are right, but I haven't done this in so long what if I mess it up?" You said with a voice a little more desperate than you hoped for.

"Then at least you have had dinner with a handsome lad, and you will move on. Look you are not sure if this is a date right? Then take it that way just two friends eating, a normal conversation, maybe a beer and please big sister put on a bloody dress" she said before you start lecturing her on how little you cared for gender specific clothes and she talked some more about her new school. By the time you hung up it was 9:00 and you sent the answer to his text.

Sorry, busy doing laundry. Sure mate! 6 works for you?

"Oh Y/N why did you say mate?" You asked yourself outloud, you really were bad at this.

And here I am, being useless. You are such an adult. 6 works perfect, I'll pick you. Sweet dreams mate! 😉

His text came in within minutes and you let go a relief sigh, before start thinking about what you should wear, but Y/S/N was right, you had to take it as calm as you could, and he was in fact a charming friend, worst case scenario you still were going to have dinner with Tom Holland, that couldn't be bad, and with that in mind you finally went downstairs to do the bloody laundry.

"Looking good Bristol" he said once you open the door at exactly 6:00 pm the next day. "Good thing Tessa is not coming today, will be a shame to get grass and dirt on that dress" he add pointing down to the skirt of the flowy summer dress you finally picked, looking at you for one second to long. So maybe it is a date your mind said happy.

"Oh that's too bad, I actually got her something" You said picking out something from your purse "So she won't be out there chasing innocent british pastries" You said giving him a chocolate cake plush toy. And following him out to his car.

"This is adorable" He said again smiling with his whole body, and you wonder again how does he do that? "Sorry I forgot to tell you to don't posh up, I'm actually just coming out of the gym" Actually never mind. Your mind told you since he was wearing again a simple black tshirt and dark blue jeans, and then you could notice his hair was wet, he probably had just taken a shower ... don't go there. "And I'm actually starving, chips sound good?"

"Sure, I actually didn't like the ones in Bristol so it would be nice to eat them here." Yo said trying to shake your thoughts away from the danger zone and putting on the seatbelt "Isn't it late for being at the gym? I hope you are not an excercise addict"

"I don't think I am" he said with a little laugh "But what do you think is this too much" He said with an obvious pretend innocence flexing up his arms making the tshirt rise on his abs. That's obscene sir, sorry girl you are on your own. Said your inner voice shutting down all logical thinking

"No, you look quite... healthy" You said finally looking to the left, never finding a review mirror so interesting.

"Good I would hate to be too big" he said and you could hear the amusement in his voice, and somehow the fact that he was aware of your obvious crush on him make you confident enough to acknowledge the elephant in the room.

"Obviously, period pieces never look good on beefcakes and you can't be spiderman forever" you said casually and he turn at you a bit astonished.

"When did you knew?" He said and thankfully his tone was not anger nor embarrassment just genuine curiosity "And I would love to do a period piece, what about Heathcliff ?"

"Well I don't believe there is many Staffordshire bull terriers around named Tessa" You started "But I actually recognized you when I saw you" You finally confess, feeling the pressure lifting off your shoulders "But I thought since you were not comfortable giving out your own name it wasn't my place to say anything. And Heathcliff is overrated Linton on the other hand is more of a challenge"

"Oh don't be so harsh on yourself, I didn't mind giving my name or not, it just seemed something funny to do at the time, and Tom or Stanley I actually enjoyed talking to you" He said while he found a place to park. "Do you mind walking from here? Is a nice place but doesn't have and actual car park".

"Not at all, as long is not more than 5 blocks, I am getting hungry" you said with a smile while he maneuver to park his Audi.

"O'Neill's Kingston upon Thames" He said once you were both on the ground and he once again offered you his arm "Have you ever been there? Great food"

"I actually never been there, but sounds fine, let's go" you said gladly taking his arm and walking by his side and a couple blocks later you were finally at the Irish Pub.

"A pint of Guinness and cod and chips" He said returning the menu to the waiter.

"And the lady?" He asked while you struggle to not take forever to decide what you wanted, an old bad habit that your mother have tried to change constantly.

"The Bacon cheese chips and a pint for me as well" you said finally putting the menu away.

"My kind of girl" He said and winked at you, clearly not realizing that your legs will stop working because of it "So when do you go back to bristol?" He asked and that honest interest encouraged you to speak.

"By mid September, my mother is actually about to toss my train ticket in the trash since I didn't came back for spring vacations, but I had so much work that I couldn't."

"I totally get it, whenever I'm away my dad makes such a big deal about it" he said letting go a little laugh "I mean is not the same since I didn't go to college but is sweet"

"Oh but you cross the Atlantic, they have reasons to be worried. I'm just one train away" you said and a small spark of pride shine in his eyes, was he self conscious about you being in college? No that was ridiculous. "Anyway I actually needed this, my friends from uni are in their houses and my friends from high school are too happy with their boyfriends and girlfriends to hang out with me." There I'm a loser now we are even.

"And your sister is gone, been there. I have the feeling Harry is going to break up with me when he gets a real girlfriend" he said and make you laugh, a bit louder and more nasal than you wanted.

"That's some laugh" he said laughing too but instead of making you shut up or get embarrassed you laughed louder causing the waiter to look at both of you like you were crazy while holding your food.

"Yours is no better sunshine" Yo said finally and giving a I'm so sorry look at the guy that kept looking at you and he finally put your food on the table. "This looks delicious" You said taking out one of the chips making a cheese string to extend from the hot plate.

"That's like too much cheese" He said making a funny disgusted face, and then proceeded to add more vinegar and salt to his chips.

"And that's like too much vinegar" You teased back at him, and then taking a big sip of the Guinness.

"No darling, this is too much vinegar" He said taking one of the complementary pickled eggs on de table and giving it a big bite.

"That's actually fucking disgusting..." you started but ironically and unplanned you were betrayed mid sentence by the beer and a loud and horrifying burp came out of your mouth, and the shame and the look on other people faces made you want to be swollen by the floor "Oh shit, I'm so sorry, that was so awful, I'm so gross..." The apologies start bubbling in your mouth while your face turned red and you dare to look at him, and the serious look on his face could have broken your heart in the very moment because you could almost hearing him say how you should end the dinner for once.

"Oh you wanna get tough" He said instead and took a sip of his beer and let go an even bigger burp and then looked at you with the brightest smile yet and add "Beat that baby" and he raised his opened arms as if he had won. You only smiled and nodded and you kept talking about other nonsenses until two beers and a order of onion rings later he was waiting at the door for you to came out of the bathroom to walk back to his car.

"Sorry I take forever, I went back to give a bigger tip to the waiter, we were so awful" You said at him.

"You were awful, I was being completely charming" He said and this time he didn't offer his arm to you instead simply took your hand without saying a word and before you noticed you were already walking holding it tightly.

"Of course you were, the guy put two more picked eggs at the table for you and kept looking drooling" You said and he laughed.

"Sorry sweetheart I can't turn off this pretty face" He said pointing at him when you reached the car, you couldn't agree more.

"Well he must be in love, that's a lot of vinegar to want to kiss someone" You said, again before you could think better and stop your tongue, he stood still and you questioned yourself if you had offended him, since he didn't say anything you let go of his hand and try to walk to open the door, but before you could do it he grab you by the wrist, and you froze immediately.

"That's actually quite disappointing you know?" He started no smile, but no anger either, just an honest tone, he let go of your wrist but you remained in your place "But I have never think it's okay to try and kiss someone in the first date so I figured it would be okay"

Your feet were still on the ground but for a moment your head was miles and miles away in the sky screaming of happiness and incredulity, it was a simple four letter word yet it felt like the most beautiful poem in his lips, and at the same time your logical thinking brought you back to the ground in a millisecond, you needed to be certain of what he had said.

"Well I was not aware this was a date, otherwise I wouldn't have ordered the extra onion rings" you said and give him a timid smile.

"Then I must be terrible at this" he said opening the car door for you "Although I wouldn't mind, but as I said it's a first date so I just want to take you home safely.

"Well that's really sweet of you" you started and he start the car to get back to your home "And since apparently I'm incapable of behaving like a decent person in public when I'm with you next time you should come to my place".

"I like your indecency" He said "And I would love too, are you going to tell me that you can cook too? Because in that case you are officially annoyingly adult"

"Of course, my speciality is reheated pizza in the microwave" You said and he laughed, there was a narcissistic pleasure about being able to make him laugh.

As a perfect gentleman he walked you at your door, there was so much that you wanted to tell him, but the idea of going out with him again soon was so powerful that you almost didn't mind watching him leave.

"That was the funniest and more amazing date I ever have"

"Oh stop it" You said blushing again "I'm going to start believing you and it would get to my head"

"Believe me, I almost run to the drugstore to buy a toothbrush" He said and give you a devilish wink that make you thank your door for being behind you holding you still.

"You know how unfair this is when you look like that?" You said desperately looking at your feet "And for what is worth I have an amazing evening too, and if I'm honest I wouldn't have mind at all too" You said and dare to touch his arm softly before turning your back at him to get inside.

He suddenly grabbed you by your waist and turned back to him, planting a quick soft kiss on your cheek, and you could see the fun grin on his face, he was not being considered he was torturing you with anticipation, and you love it.

"Goodbye then" He said and with one last wink he walk away and got in his car.

You stood ther for solid five minutes touching your face where he had just kissed you and watching the street, then you finally get inside thinking about how happy and uneasy this force of nature of a man made you feel, he would be the end of you, but you wouldn't change it for the world.

#tom holland is adorable #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #first date #funny #fluff #tom holland fluff #London #fish and chips #beer #Guinness #tom holland interview #part two #romance #fanfiction

[blondrichclosetwitch]

I bought you

A trumpet you can blow

And a book of rules

On what to say to people

And I forgot my name

And the way back to my mother's house (jakk)

I have seen the fields aflame

And everything I ever did

Was just another way to scream your name (everything done to the trees)

11:11

Hey, haven't seen you around in a while

Hey...

I didn't go to work for a month

I didn't leave my bed for eight days straight

I haven't hung out with anyone

If I did, I'd have nothing to say

I didn't feel angry or depressed

I didn't feel anything at all

Whenever I breathe out, you’re breathing in

(One of my teachers told me in 2018 that the connection between me and Jack was so great that if I pricked my finger, he felt it. That’s what I take this line to mean. I don’t know what exactly is going on with Jack, but I know that in May 2017, they had me convinced that he was tied to Blond‘s bed, bleeding internally, staring at an altar of me being tortured with the dog dead in the corner. I was shown that image this morning while this song played. I heard him say save him. )

Shiv gayatri is a mantra for getting rid of diseases and fear of human life.

We did somethin' we both know it

We don't talk too much about it

Ain't no real big secret all the same

Somehow we get around it

Right now this seems real to you

But it's one of those things

You gotta feel to be true

Somewhere, somehow somebody

Must have kicked you around some

Who knows, maybe you were kidnapped

Tied up, taken away and held for ransom, honey

I've got a hurricane inside my veins and I want to stay forever. Sweetheart, may not be easy But we're trying hard to hold on

But freedom is just another word

When you've no-one left to hurt. (I haven’t figured this one out exactly yet, but it’s definitely important. This is another song about heroin, though.)

You was heckling me, now it's monotony winning regularly, yo

The contract was signed, but I am the addendum

Go against me now, I dare you, Bambi

“If you fuck with Nicki, she’ll burn down the forest and kill all the cute little animals, but not before murdering your mother in front of you.” (Fwiw, there were pictures put in my head of my mother dying, to the point that I called her thinking she was already dead in 2018. )

Bambi also feels impt because that was the first animal I connected to; and then in my teens I was with a hit deer in its last breaths on the side of the road.

I ain't even detonate the bombs in the arsenal(so I was told to talk about the bombs today. There have been a lot of references to bombs going off—-

As a matter of fact this morning when I connected to the element of fire, that’s what I saw in my head. I would say those in the know should probably share their knowledge about that. )

Before the storm comes the calm

Hope you can take the heat like LeBron (this is another reference to fire. People with the gift of sight also have the curse of their house is catching fire quite often. Mine has caught fire twice. So far.)

Anybody with some money should invest now (it’s time for me to turn this into my business)

Your game over, bitch, Gatorade, wet towel (I don’t want to be catty, but seriously.)

I'm on that different type of high, heroin

Put on my cape and hit the sky, heroine (when did heroin become so chic again? )

This is the moment, grab your Kodak (documenting everything that was left for me, including graffiti)

While I'm flying with a flow (not since joan)

And the days been crazy and the nights even wilder(a lot coming through )

And the lights even brighter, baby, stand next to my fire

Only higher is Messiah or notes from Mariah (brightest light is God; mariah is the name of someone I confided in in 2017, who made fun of me behind my back, and then blocked me .)

'Rari six hundred horses, that's my chariot of fire( fire is the element of prophecy, also another reference to the fire )

Where we flyin', they can't find us, all them broke days behind us (apparently this is the very last time I’ll only have 3 dollars to my name, with 20 cents in the bank: seems like there’s symbolism there, 3 being the magic number & 20 being the number of the Judgement card)

I just took your whole life and redesigned it, uh (God’s plan—-this morning I was shown a lot more of my past and my future, and trust me, everything is connected)

I think without makeup, you still bad as hell (cover up or not, the facts are the facts)

I'ma grab your waist, then I'ma grab your face and

Then I'ma taste it, then I'ma blaze it (satan)

Hello all my bad girls, this just in

he fucked her best friend (not naming names, but I see you)

And she let him back in, and he just did it again

He crazy, he blazin', he off the deep end (bam)

I'm blazin', I'm flagrant, I'm crazy, I'm sayin'(personality change)

Too much for the world so they abbreviate him (abbreviate is latin for short.)

His past is her fave, his stats is amaze (what a mind on that boy. )

Her dress is just perf, uh, Prada colored beige (this was left in front of my apt?)

It's obvi we the ish (this is a shortened name for Ishani, which is another name of the goddess Durga)

They say we crazed 'cause our styles so diff' (…..)

They'll be jeal' when we in the mag lookin' magnif (….)

As if I ain't used Magnums on your favorite bad bitch

You want it, I got it, go get it, I’ll buy it

tell ‘em other broke fools be quiet

Shorty, you are the hottest

love the way you drop it

Brain so good, good

this morning went to college

200 K deposit(it seems worth mentioning that one of the first things I was told in the fall of 2016 was that Jakk was given a check by Blond‘s parents for 300 K to open a restaurant.)

#kidnapped tied up taken away and held for ransom #I ain’t even detonate the bombs in the arsenal #spinning