“He tried to shake me off, but I kept holding on, until he stopped shouting and I felt the fight go out of him. Then I realised he too had his arms around me. And so we stood together like that, at the top of the field, for what seemed like ages, not saying anything, just holding each other, while the wind kept blowing and blowing at us, tugging our clothes, and for a moment, it seemed like we were holding onto each other because that was the only way to stop us being swept away into the night." — Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go.


Do you know what happens to children when they grow up?
No, you don’t, because nobody knows. They might grow up to become actors, move to America. Or they might work in supermarkets. Or teach in schools. They might become sportsmen or bus conductors or racing car drivers. They might do almost anything. But with you we do know. None of you will go to America. None of you will work in supermarkets. None of you will do anything except live the life that has already been set out for you. You will become adults, but only briefly. Before you are old, before you are even middle age, you will start to donate your vital organs. That’s what you were created to do. And sometime around your third or fourth donation, your short life will be complete. You have to know who you are and what you are. It’s the only way you’ll lead decent lives.

Adrien grew tired from all his running and fell back to match his pace with Marinette’s. His face was flushed as he caught his breath and Marinette glanced at him from the corner of her eye. They walked like that for a long time; no words, just side by side. His hand brushed hers. Once, twice. A third time.

- Never Let Me Go, Chapter Two

*desperately draws fanart for her own fic. 

anonymous asked:

v:nlmg. What was it like growing up with Dante?

     “It’s not like it was bad, if there’s one thing I can admit is that when young he always seemed to have had the best intentions. Though we fought quite often and by fight it was usually pretty aggressive. But it was never over something serious… If it was Dante usually would go running to mother. Heh, he was always a mama’s boy while I preferred to listen to our dad’s wisdom.” He mused, looking almost sad leaning back in his chair as a wave of nostalgia hit him.

     Even though their relationship had become more intimate, even though their break up left a horrible taste in their mouth. As much as he hated where they ended up and how apparently he had ruined his brothers life. These memories were cherished, “Did you know when we were young we would sneak into each others rooms after being separated? Dante and I weren’t a fan of thunder but he hated it so much and would come running so we hide under the covers. He started also taking naps in my room when we got older whenever I’m trying to do home work.”

     There was a smile on his face though it looked also sad as he thought about how they had once been innocent and carefree. With their parents watching over them and they never had to want for anything. Dante was a good kid and Vergil didn’t have to resort to anything to get anything.

    “…I miss it. But it’s childish to hold onto a past like that after all, everyone has to grow up someday.”

Never Let Me Go

Chapter: [1] [2] [3] [4] 5 6 7 8 9 
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Pairings: Adrien/Marinette, Adrien/Chloe, Marinette/Chloe
Word count: 11706 words
Author’s Notes: Based on the movie Never Let Me Go with minor changes in the beginning and major changes later on. Also, I WILL NOT FORGET THIS TIME. Thank you @runningoutofink for helping me out with this chapter :D 
Warnings: There’s a porn magazine that’s mentioned and a shitty blowjob/sex. None of which are described in detail. There’s also a drug induced hallucination and panic attack about past childhood abuse.

Chapter Three - Read on AO3

It was the first free day Adrien had at the cottages. As tired as he was from working in the fields, he couldn’t sleep in. He had grown too used to the early mornings, so he untangled himself from Chloé and went downstairs to make himself a cup of tea. He had just finished when he heard someone in the lobby.

Adrien picked up his mug and went to see who it was. Marinette was sitting at the foot of the stairs, pulling on boots and wrapping a scarf around herself.

“Hey,” he says. He smiles politely, unsure of where they stand with each other. They’ve only made small talk since they started talking again and Adrien, as much as he wants to talk to her, doesn’t want to push Marinette away again. He’ll take what he can get.

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anonymous asked:

v:nlmg. Do you still love your brother?

     There was a slight pause as he looked at the one questioning him as this was quite a personal question. A small click of his tongue escaped him while looking like he was insulted by being asked such a question. 

    “Does it really matter when a man is married? Does it truly matter when we been separated for fifteen years and pretty much are strangers to each other now?” 

     Even if he did the man that came through his door wasn’t the one he remembered. Also he knew vice versa that Dante could tell that the older twin had changed. “It’s best not to linger on something that would only cause more trouble then it’s worth. And even if I had still loved him when he left it means nothing now.”

anonymous asked:

v:nlmg. How is it like working for the same man your father worked with?

     “While it seems pretty glamorous in the beginning it was incredibly stressful to meet his expectations. However now our relationship is pretty amicable so it isn’t too bad. It’s kind of like I’ve surpassed my father.” Either that was his ego making him believe it of the magazine that talked about him becoming a tycoon in his field.

    Slowly though his expression softened into almost a frown as he continued, “However, despite my position to say the least the man isn’t very forgiving to insubordination or too much free thinking. So he can be very restricting and intolerable…”