I need to fall in love with a hopeless romantic. Someone who would tell me that my eyes are like the stars at night and how my morning bed hair looks like a windswept forest that dances whenever the sky cries every time the ocean quenches her thirst for love. Someone who believes in fate, destiny, and magic. Someone who believes that finding true love is a necessity to cope up with the sadness and agony that life brings. Someone who believes that I exist.
All of these are on ao3, they’re all shipping fics. I’ll add more as I read, these are just the ones I’ve read so far. My opinion is in italics, I only added the pairing, summary and theme of the fics, not the warnings and ratings so check those out when you’re gonna read them because some of them contain either smut, death or violence. You’ve been warned.
Most people only have one miniature angel or devil riding on their
shoulders to serve as the physical manifestation of their conscience.
Poor Namjoon has five, and they’re all telling him the same thing:
“fucking talk to him god dammit what the fuck is wrong with you”
Seokjin loved working at the library, but some patrons got on his
nerves. Take, for example, the grown man who sat in the corner every day
and leeched off of the Wi-Fi. And Seokjin worked in the children’s
Ah, this is… something else, for sure. Cute as hell. Funny, too.
Summary: “Together with their families, Kim Namjoon and Kim
Seokjin… Wow, this is formal… Wait,” Hoseok squints at the paper, before
looking back at Yoongi with a quizzical look on his face. “They invited
you with a guest? But… You’re single, right?”
“Min Yoongi,” Jimin
glares at him over the bar, crossing his arms sternly over his chest.
“If you’re seeing someone and you didn’t tell us I will kick your ass,
so help me god.”
“I’m not dating anyone,” Yoongi sighs, grabbing
the invitation and scanning it quickly. The words “with a guest” are
underlined and Yoongi can almost see it: the smugness on his brother’s
face as he nods with satisfaction, putting the pencil down.
“So what does it mean?”
Yoongi shifts uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding making eye contact.
“I might’ve… invented a boyfriend,” he finally mumbles to the glass in front of him.
This is so good, amazing, incredible. Brilliant. Entertaining as hell.
Summary: A collection of events occurring within (and without) the walls of the Beta Tau Sigma fraternity house. At Beta Tau Sigma, there are only a few rules:
1) have a declared major in the College of Music; 2) keep your GPA above a 3.4; 3) don’t let Taehyung into the liquor cabinet; 4) don’t fuck up with Kim Seokjin. The rest is all fine print.
(Rating changed to M for sexual content in ch17.)
OKAY, THIS FIC IS THE END OF EVERYTHING FOR ME. My Favorite Fic Of All Time. Nothing is ever gonna top this for me, even House of Cards. This fic has it all, humor, angst, fluff, smut. Everything. Incredible fic. Golden fic.
Summary: they say that one should fall in love with their eyes
open, but Jungkook keeps his closed, and Taehyung is afraid that they’ll
fall in all the wrong places.
the concept of strings in space
time theory is that on a one dimensional plane, one only has the option
of going backwards or forwards in their direction of travel. Jungkook
chooses to be swept along into the unknown, with Taehyung as his only
Summary: Taehyung nearly chokes, but only nearly. Instead he raises an eyebrow
and puts on the most suave smile he can manage. Hopes he looks far more
collected than his for-some-reason racing heartbeat would let on, more
suit-and-wine than elementary-schooler-with-a-new-crush. “You like me?”
Jeongguk blushes, and looks at his feet. He’s smiling. “Of course.”
Summary: “Talk dirty to me,” Taehyung says lowly into Jimin’s
ear, breath ghosting Jimin’s earlobe, eliciting a slight shudder from
“I’m not wearing underwear,” Jimin whispers back, pulling back to look Taehyung in the eye.
groans gruffly at this, breaking the eye contact to lean down and nip
Jimin’s jawline gently. “God yes baby that’s just-“
wearing any underwear because you never fucking put the laundry in the
fucking dryer like I’ve asked you to 100 times,” Jimin hisses, voice
strained with vehemence, glaring at him and Taehyung sighs defeatedly.
(in which Taehyung and Jimin navigate through married life together, realising belatedly that it’s not always smooth sailing.)
Talking about it, of course, became harder as the days passed by. Yoongi
could never find the right time to bring it up. He was still wondering
if he was just imaging things. If he was just thinking he was feeling
the things he was feeling. But that was quickly disproved every single
time Jimin curled up around him and Jungkook kissed him. He was a
fucking idiot in love with two bigger idiots and there wasn’t a damn
thing he could do about it. Except probably ruin it by talking about it.
Hell, maybe it was better to just never mention it and pretend it
When Kim Taehyung’s academic situation takes a turn for the worse, his
mother is convinced to hire a highly recommended tutor in the hopes for a
miracle that would turn her son into a conscientious student. Her
eldest son, Seokjin, has a far more skeptical opinion on this entire
thing, expecting it to be-lest he sugarcoat it-a complete failure. And
Kim Namjoon is just really bad at making good first impressions (or
second ones, or just impressions altogether).
At three o'clock in the morning after he’d been working for ten hours
straight and everything he touched came out wrong and all his words were
stilted and clumsy and all his music was rough and tangled… for some
ungodly reason Kim Namjoon opened up a new browser window, typed bangtan sonyeondan fan fiction into the search bar, and then (god) hit enter.
LISTEN. This fic is so good it’s almost Beta Tau Sigma and that’s saying a lot because I love that fic. Anyways, the story in this one is great and it has its funny moments as well as fluffy and frustrating ones. Great fic.
Summary: Park Jimin has never been on a date. Nor has he had his
first kiss, flirted with anyone, or fallen in love. His classmates
would ridicule him and base nicknames over his distaste toward anything
romantic. (Look, here comes Saint Jiminie!) Even his younger brother
would make fun of him while his parents watched with pitying looks on
or: soulmate au where your soulmate’s date of death is tattooed on your wrist.
This made me cry. At school. No joke my friends were worried. Great fic, read if you want to cry.
Yoongi likes one night stands and he understands how they work. What he
doesn’t understand, however, is how he ended up in bed with a
probably-not-legal kid crying in his arms about his broken heart,
because he’s pretty sure (and correct him if he’s wrong) that a
babysitting job was not what he was looking for when he went to the
opening of his friend’s new club.
I read this instead of studying. Really good and interesting, I like the characters.
Summary: Taehyung sets the flowers down on the dining table,
plucking the card off the little holder. “Dearest Taehyung, just wanted
you to know that I’m thinking about you. I hope you’re thinking about me
too. Love–” he pauses and squints before cocking an eyebrow and
pursing his lips. “Hyung, why is the boss of your little boy band gang
professing his love for me?”
Yoongi drops the noodles on the floor with a loud curse as he burns his hand.
Taehyung’s been trying his hardest to avoid Yoongi’s criminal life for a
long ass time, but a cute kid and his infuriating father keep pulling
him deeper into the mix.
Cute and a good read, the concept is awesome and I like the way it’s written.
Summary: Jungkook is the heir to a mob empire, the most
notorious in the whole of Seoul. Taehyung is a rookie sent in to
infiltrate by his select team and bring the empire crumbling down.
“You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated.”
Trailer. This fic. I have no words. It’s beautifully written and the plot is amazing, really interesting and just plain good. The fic to end all Mafia!AUs. Nothing is ever gonna top this for me. It’s also a long read.
Summary: Because Yoongi doesn’t know how this started, or how
this will end, but he knows this simple fact: he knows that there is a
love between them that is much fiercer than the burning sun. There is
that love then, and there is that love now, and surely there will be
that same love the next time.
(Or: the one where they’re
reincarnated over and over again and Yoongi meets a different version of
Hoseok every time but Yoongi is the only one that remembers.)
Ok, this fic made me cry really hard and I’m still affected by it. It’s beautiful and sad and you should totally read it.
The Birth of the Fifth Sun, the Mexica (Aztec) sacred narrative which tells of the birth of our current sun. The paintings are posted in order, and follow the progress of the narrative told below.
14.1 It is said that when the earth was still dark, when there was yet no warmth, nor day, nor light, the Teteo came together at Teotihuacan to take counsel, and there they lit the Spirit Fires, great blazes set atop the twin pyramids of the sacred city. For four years they burned. “Come here, oh Teteo! Who shall carry the sun? Who shall bear it? The warming, the dawning? The burning fire? The celestial Light? Who shall leap into the Spirit Fire?” Than forth stepped Four Flint, Tecuciztecatl, Our Lord of Snails, and he cried out, “Oh Teteo! Indeed, it shall be I!” Yoaltecuhtli and Tlaloc stepped forward, “You are one who must keep the sky and the earth.” 14.2 “And yet, another is needed,” said the Teteo. “Who shall be the other?” Yet the Teteo were frightened, and none among them stepped forth. They took counsel with one another, and summoned Nanahuatzin, The Pimpled Lord, the Crippled One, and summoned him to the counsel. Tonacatecuhtli and Xiuhtecuhtli stepped forward and said to him, “You are the one who must keep the sky and the earth.” Many tears did Nanahuatzin shed, for he felt unequal to the task, he, the worthless invalid. 14.3 The Teteo Nanahuatzin and Tecuciztecatl began their fasts, their sacrifices, in preparation for the Spirit Fire, the God Oven. Tecuciztecatl prepared himself with precious things. His fasting-ropes were of quetzal feathers, and his ritual branches of cotinga plumes. His grass heart was of woven gold, his incense of the finest copal. He did not offer his own blood, his own Yollia, but instead offered maguey thorns and lancets made of coral. Resplendent he looked, shining and beautiful, as he made his sacrifices. 14.4 Nanahuatzin, the Crippled Lord, the Teotl in poverty, formed his fasting-rope of grass and paper. His ritual branches were made of green grass and green reeds, tied in three bundles, bound bundles of nine each. His bloodletting spine was of bone, well reddened with his own blood. His only incense were his scabs, twisted off and cast into the fire. For four days they fasted, for four days they drew blood and meditated their sacred actions, there upon their respective pyramids. When they had completed their days of sacrifice, they burned their ritual branches, their bloodletting instruments, in the sacred fire. They were become slaves. They were become Gods. 14.5 To Tecuciztecatl, the gathered Teteo gave him his egret headdress, his elegant attire of quetzal and jade. 14.6 But Nanahuatzin was attired only in paper, only in cloth of Maguey. They painted the Teteo in white, they chalked them, and adorned them in eagle-down feathers. 15.1 Tecuciztecatl, as the senior Lord, approached the fire first, to leap into its heart. The fire roared, it crackled, it seared his eyes. He grew faint and afraid. He hesitated. He could not bring himself to leap into the fire.Than Nanahuatzin, the Crippled Lord, seeing the terror of the other, walked forward. Bravely he walked, slowly, so as to feel its heat. And when he reached the Spirit Fire, the God Oven, he leapt into its heart and was consumed. Tecuciztecatl grew ashamed, and found his spirit, and he too leapt into the Spirit Fire, but lacking the bravery of Nanahuatzin, he fell only into its embers and ashes, where he, too, was consumed. The Jaguar and the Eagle were among the company of the Teteo, and both leapt over the Spirit Fire. They were singed, they were burned, in its tongues of flame, and thus acquired their spots and dark feathers. For their bravery they were made warriors, ever to serve the sun.
16.1 When, in this way, the two Teteo had thrown themselves into the God Oven, when they had burned to ash, the Teteo sat awaiting to learn from whence they would emerge. Long they waited, meditating in the darkness, when all at once everywhere it became red, everywhere the light of dawn, the reddening of dawn. The Teteo knelt down, facing each of the four directions, to see from whence the sun would emerge at this first dawning of the Fifth Sun. The Teteo fell into confusion; they turned in circles, they faced all directions. The traditional orations, the traditional words, did not bring clarity to the Teteo. Some thought he would emerge from Mictlán, the Place of the Dead, and faced North, to find him there. Some thought The Place of Women, and faced the West, some, The House of Thorns, and faced the South, for the light of the dawning encircled all things, and confusion reigned. Yet some of the Teteo faced the East, the Place of Light, and cried out, “Already, is he there, already, his light illuminates his Eastern Palace! Behold, he is emerging!” Those who waited there, who pointed there, were Quetzalcoátl and his nagual Xolotl. There too was Our Lord Anahuatl, the Red Tezcatlipoca, and the Mimixcoa without number. And there awaited four women; Tiacapan, Teicu, Tlacoyehua, and Xocoyotl. And as the sun rose, his light spread like the red Cochineal dye throughout the East, his dazzling brilliance was such that he could not be faced. He shone, he illuminated, and light came into this world. And afterward, Tecciztecatl, too, arose from the Place of Light, also golden and shining, impossible to behold; a second sun. 16.2 And the Teteo said; “How can this be? Shall there be two suns, who both shall follow the same road, who both shall shine in the same way? The brave Nanahuatzin and the unworthy Tecciztecatl?” And so, Tlahuizcalpantecuhtli, The Morning Star, snatched a rabbit from the earth and flung it in the face of Tecciztecatl. Thus, was his face wrecked and his light dimmed, and he fell into the ashes. 17.1 The Teteo declared, “No longer shall he be known as Nanahuatzin, the Pimpled Lord, the Crippled God. He is Tonatiuh, Our Lord the Sun!” And Tonacatecuhtli and Tonacacihuatl, the Lord and Lady of Our Flesh, Our Sustenance, rose to his place at the center of the sky. They bathed and anointed him. They sat him in his Quechol chair. They adorned his head with the butterfly crest, the red-leather thong. 17.2 But he would not move from his place. Four days he remained at the Zenith, at the center of the sky. “Why does he not move?” asked the Teteo, and they sent the Falcon of the Obsidian Blade to ask why he was immobile in the sky. “I hunger!” replied Tonatiuh. “I need their blood, their precious color, their Yollotl, to find the strength to move across the sky. I need the blood of those who sent me to the Spirit Fire!” 17.3 When the Falcon returned to the gathered Teteo and gave them his message, they were much saddened and afraid. Tlahuizcalpantecuhtli grew angry and cried out, “I will shoot him! He must not stay immobile in the sky!” But his arrows could not reach the sun. Yet the sun, from his lofty perch, shot down his own arrows, his shafts of flame, and they burned the body of The Morning Star, and with the Nine Layers covered up his face, and transformed him into Itztli, the Teótl of the Obsidian Blade, of cold, frost, snow, and judgement. 18.1 Quetzalcoátl raised his eyes sadly to the sky, and spoke to the gods at Teotihuacan. “May he be revived. May we all die!” And the gods mournfully submitted to his will. And so with the Sacred Flint Blade he slit the throats of the gathered Gods; of Titlacahuan, and Huitzilopochtli, and the Goddesses Xochiquetzal, Yapalliicue, and Nochpalliicue. But Xolotl, the god of twins and monstrosities and who is the sprit double of Quetzalcoátl, did not want to die. He fled Quetzalcoátl and his terrible blade. He wept so that his eyes fell from their sockets. “Send me not to the blade, oh Gods! Let me not die!” 18.2 He fled, and Death quickly followed. He followed him to the fields of young corn, were Xolotl transformed himself into the young maize with two stalks in order to hide from Death. He became the Xolotl of the Field. But he was seen by the eyes of Death there among the corn, from whom nothing may be hidden, and so he ran to the Maguey field, and there he turned himself into the double maguey, the Maguey Xolotl. But there too was he seen by the eyes of Death, and so he escaped to the lake, and there turned himself into the Axolotl, the lake-salamander. But there was no more escape, and Death caught him, and Quetzalcoátl slit his throat, amid his tears and lamentations. 19.1 The blood of the Gods rose to the heavens and Tonatiuh drank the sacred strength of their Yollia, on the day Nahui Ollin, Four Movement, the sacred name and destiny of the Fifth Sun. Yet still he could not move, still he could not follow his path. 20.1 But Quetzalcoátl, who had shed the blood of the Gods, who had released the divine force of their Yollia, grew strong and straight. He ran, and blew lightly in the face of the sun, and so pushed him along his path, and than slit his own throat, that his blood and divine Yollia might make the revolutions of the heavens eternal. Thus it was that as the sun was entering into the earth again, into the open jaws of Our Mother, Tlaltecuhtli, the moon arose from the ashes into which he had fallen, and there at the crossroads met the Tzitzimime, the Star Demons, and the Coleletin, and they detained him a while, and dressed him in rags. He who would have been the sun, who would have been clothed in splendor. And thus it is that on the day Four Movement night and day came into being, and the deaths of the gods established the covenant of sacrifice with men.
Characters - Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester
Warning - Swearing, angst, character death
“Y/n! SHOOT NOW” I heard my father voice yell at me so I took my aim at the werewolf heart and tried to fire but I then realised that my gun was jammed! “oh no” I whispered
I saw the werewolf advance towards my elder brother and it threw him across , I watched in shock when his body slammed into the tree, the werewolf turned towards me but my gun was still jammed, I tried to shoot him but it wasn’t working just when then I heard a loud bang from behind me and I saw the werewolf fall to the ground, I turned around and saw my other elder brother Sam.
My father suddenly appeared in my view and ran towards Dean, me and Sam followed him, we dropped on our knees around where Dean lay unconscious. I tried to caress his forehead to inspect the damage when my father shoved my hand away.
“Don’t you dare touch him! ”,he snarled.
He then looked at Dean and tried to find if he had any serious injury on him. I looked at Sam but he was too focused on Dean. I then felt my cheek burn severely and loud resounding slap could be heard across the forest. I realised then that my father had hit me and he had me so hard that I was lying on the ground. I definitely had a bruise now.
“Dad, what the hell was that!? ” I heard Sam shout but my dad just glared at him and then at me, he shook his head in anger dropped down so he could swing dean’s arm around his shoulder.
Sam who was staring at his father in shock and anger immediately pushed his feelings aside and grabbed the other arm. They carried Dean this to the impala with me trailing behind him.
“y/n/n, go sit in the backseat and then we will lay him down” I nodded slowly and did as Sam said, the entire time I could feel my dad’s eye on me.
The ride to the isolated cabin was extremely quiet, I kept caressing Dean’s forehead and his hair and I kept on whispering “ I am sorry, I am so sorry ” and the tears trailed down my face.
I heard my little sister sniffling in the backseat and comforting my elder brother while saying sorry. It literally broke my heart to see her so upset. All I wanted to do was hug her tightly and tell her everything was going to be okay but if I say something now I know my father will be even more furious, I still cannot believe that he had hit her.
We reach the cabin and take Dean inside, we inspect him and wonder if any serious injury has taken place but he was just knocked out , I look over at my little sister and see that she was standing at door with an expression of fear plastered over her face. I smile at her but she doesn’t smile back.
After tending to Dean my father walks out of the room but not before he take Y/n’s arm in vicious grip, I spare my brother one look and walk out of the door.
“what the hell were you doing?!
“You could have gotten your brother killed you irresponsible idiot, why can’t you do anything properly?! ”
“Dad just listen to her”
“You stay out of this Sam, it does not concern you, we could have lost Dean because of her, you are the reason that your brother is in there….. Hurt”
“But dad.. ”
“JUST SHUT UP! I can’t even bare to look at you, my son is hurt because of you, you are an ungrateful, irresponsible and disgusting sister and I can’t even call you my daughter ”
That was it. This sentence did it for me, I was in pain ,not the physical kind the other one the one where your heart feels heavy and it hurts, I looked at my father with tears in my eyes but I would not let them drop.
“what the hell is wrong with you dad, why can’t you just listen to her, who says that to their own child?!”
My dad didn’t answer my brother he just walked out the door, Sam then removed his attention from John and then kneeled down so he could be of my height, he kept both his hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eye.
“hey, listen to me sweetie don’t you dare even for a moment think that you are not a good sister, you are the most amazing, beautiful kind girl in the whole world and me and Dean love you so so so so much! ”
I looked him in the eye but I did not have the strength to reply so I just went back to the room where Dean was sleeping.
I watched my little sister walk back in the room, I was so shocked to hear my father say such horrible things to a 13 year old girl.
I went in the room and saw that she was covering Dean up with a blanket she then sat at the edge of the pushed his hair back and kissed him on the forehead.
My heart melted right there, how could my father say such horrible things to someone as sweet as her, I just couldn’t resist so I walked up behind her and put my arms around,she turn around and put her arms around my waist and her face towards me, I hugged her for a while but then I felt her shoulders shake I looked down and saw that she was sobbing her little heart out so I kneeled down again so I could be of her level and then hugged her tightly.
“I am sorry, I am so sorry”, she said this while hiccuping in between her sobs.
“I can’t lose you or Dean, I love you too much, I am sorry ” I knew I couldn’t say anything to comfort her so I picked her up and carried to my bed, we are used to sharing beds so I lay her down and I lay down beside her I put my arm around her and gently stroke her back soon she is fast asleep.
I wake up the next morning to see that my Sam was sleeping beside me softly snoring , I looked on the other side and saw that Dean was also sleeping, so I got up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. When I came back I saw that Dean was starting to wake up.
“Hey Dean, can you wake up? ”, he groaned but slowly opened his eyes
“hey, how are you feeling? ”
“Ummm…. Extremely sore”
“well you were thrown into a tree so that is to be expected I guess”
“Wait, what the hell happened? Are you okay? ”
“Yea bro, Everyone is good, you were the only one who was hurt”
I grabbed his medicine from the side table and then got him a glass of water.
“Here you go”
“Thanks sweetheart, you know you always take such good care of us”
My smile wavered a bit as I remembered last night’s events but I didn’t let the sadness or the immense guilt I was feeling come to my face. I then took both his hands pulled him in a sitting position.
“you can use the shower and have a good long bath”
“Thanks sweetie ” he said looking at me but then his smile turned into a frown and his hand went to touch my cheek.
“Did the werewolf get you or something? ”
“No why? ”
“You have bruise on your face”
I immediately felt extremely tense but then I just brushed it off and then walked to the living room. I saw John sitting over there with a pen and newspaper he looked towards me and said
“We are going on a hunt tonight.”
“What? What about Dean”
“Your will brother will not go obviously ”
“Dean is not going to agree to that ”
“Just be ready, there were not ONE but TWO werewolf but because of you we could not kill it last night so I suggest do as I ask”.
Later that night.
Dean had thrown a bitch fit and was here saying he was fine and will not be left at home. I had persuaded Sam to not tell Dean anything now, but we could do it after the hunt. I had rechecked my guns atleast 10 times to make sure it wasn’t jammed.
We walked through the jungle looking for the wolf, but it had seemed like hours had passes but we still had no clue where it was.
I still don’t know how I saw but I did, the werewolf was standing behind Dean, it had raised its claw to strike at my brother but I pushed my brother put of the way and felt it claws go deep in my stomach.
I saw in astonishment as my little sister pushed me out of the way and the werewolf impaled her in stomach. I raised my gun and shot him straight in the heart, the werewolf fell down with a thud.
I looked down at my little sister who was bleeding from the stomach profusely, I picked her up and put her head in my lap, I then felt Sam and Dad running towards us.
“De it hurts a lot ” she cried
“Shhhh sweetheart, don’t worry everything is going to be okay you are going to live and we are going to talk about cutting Sammy’s hair in sleep and well pranking people and making them annoyed”
My sister shook her head and coughed and I saw the blood trickle out of her mouth so I wiped it away with my thumb
“ I am not going to make it, I know it” she croaked
“No y/n/n don’t you dare say that ”, Sam said in a crying voice “ you our baby sister we need to here, I love you so much”
“You heard Sam sweetheart, you can’t go we need you here:
But she ignored us and then asked in a croaked voice
“Was I a good sister? ”
And then both me and Sam just broke, both of us had tears running down our check so we each grabbed her hand I said
“oh yes sweetie, you are amazing sister and I love you so so so much” I then looked at my dad who was standing with an emotionless expression. Y/n looked at all of us “ I love you. ALL OF you I am going to miss you and I am glad I saved you dean”
Saying this my baby sister took her last breaths and then her head just fell sideways, he beautiful eyes were now not looking at anything.
So I put an arm around Sam and pulled him close and cradled my baby sister in my other arm. Oh god I will never see her smile, never kiss her while she was sleeping, never see her taking care of us, never take care of her she is just gone.
My father then came next to us and said “I am sorry baby girl please come back”
And at that time all we wanted was our little baby sister to come back but I knew she wouldn’t listen because she can’t, thinking about this we cried and screamed at the sky above us.
Dan…..the first human to befriend the Solar Queen, the first named star in the sky.
Once upon a time Gavin visited the Earth below during an Eclipse, Ryan had decided to take rest up in sky while Gavin wanted to see the Earthly Gods. Gavun stumbled upon a cottage that was made of wood, this confused Gavin because, don’t humans use cobblestone to build their structures of rest and safety?
Before he could approach the household a person called out to him. He turned to see a man, with weapons made of wood and not of steel or metal. A curiously natural human. That day Gavin met Dan. He told Dan of his name but Dan did not imeddiately bow to him, he did however shake his hand and excitedly ask him questions. He treated Gavin like a celebrity but still like an equal. Gavin loved it.
From that day on every eclipse Gavin would meet with Dan, it became easier as Ryan begun to distance himself and this took Gavin’s mind of his closed off partner. Of course Gavin knew that humans did not live forever, but he never experienced the pain of losing a close friend to age.
Dan had aged with each eclispe until finally on his bed, as he no longer had the strength to move, he told Gavin how fulfilled his life was and that death was natural to him. Dan had a wife and has beautiful children, those children thought the world of their father and the friend that visited every few years with a glow to their skin. They adored him and never feared him. Gavin cried the day he lost Dan, his wife had already passed and his children grown and all moved away but one.
That one loved to talk about the sky above and stars and the moon and sun. And so Gavin did something to give Dan a proper send off and to encourage that love of the sky. The first star to be named was a bright one and seemed to always be clear to His children’s eyes. The Star was named Dan.
Logic was getting himself a glass of water from the kitchen sink when he heard it.
He supposed it wasn’t surprising he’d missed it at first: though it was late and the interior of the commons was quiet, there was a storm rumbling outside in the mindscape, and the combined sounds of the thunder and the rain had effectively masked the quiet sobbing before.
But he could hear it now. He frowned, setting his glass of water aside and walking back into the darkened commons. There, he paused, listening, and–
A flash of lightning revealed a lump on the couch, hidden beneath the quilt. It was moving a little, and after the accompanying boom of thunder, Logic heard the soft, terrified whimpers coming from beneath it.
He frowned, pushing his glasses up on his nose.
“Who is there, please?” he asked clearly and carefully.
The blankets froze and the sobbing stopped abruptly.
“There’s no use trying to hide,” Logic informed the blankets. “I already saw you moving and heard you crying so I know you’re there.”
When I tell you that Nathan and Chyler are two of the most genuine people in the entire universe. I’m not exaggerating, not even a little bit. Nathan was telling us about how Chyler had nearly spent the whole day crying because of everything with her phone and her plane delays. How she was sitting on the plane, on the runway, waiting to take off so she could be there. He kept saying how it was gonna happen, she would be there. He stalled the whole concert as long as he could. Singing extra songs, taking longer breaks between songs, telling jokes, and telling stories. He had the fans keep checking her flight info and updating him. Chyler watched most of the show live through periscope while on her flight to NY. Nathan pulled multiple people up on stage to dance with him, sing with him, and periscope him and the crowd live to Chyler. Nathan kept saying stuff like, “She’ll be here. It’s gonna happen. Don’t worry. If we can’t stay in the venue, we’ll take it to the streets. Idk how NYPD will like that though, but that’s okay! We’ll stay until they take us away.” And you guys. Nathan has such a stellar stage presence. I was blown away. So Nathan finished his set and Chyler was just about to land and he told everyone he was gonna stick around and if we wanted to stay, we could. So everyone that stayed kind of loitered around and I was outside when Chyler arrived. She got out of the car and just bent over and let a huge breath of relief out. She told us she loved us and she’d be back in two seconds because she needed to go hug Nathan and then she legit TOOK OFF RUNNING to go see him. They are just so ;__; and then they came out and performed Nowhere and Love Lit the Sky and Nathan and Chyler both cried. Then they did a meet and greet. I had such an amazing conversation with Nathan about everything from his shows to his kids and it was just awesome. He was telling me about how him and Chyler do this for us, the fans. He doesn’t hear himself when he sings, he hears us. He made sure I got in to see and talk to Chyler and they both hugged me and signed my shirt. Chyler is so sweet and her skin is freaking flawless. They were there until like 5am even though Chyler was running on 2 ½ hours of sleep, solely because they wanted to see and meet every single person that stayed.
GUESS WHO: IT’S MINTY!!!! [Full view for Less Blurriness]
Working part time at a music store that also sells instruments, she’s chilled out since two years ago, being less of a pretentious “better than you” type and more of just a confident and witty girl. She still doesn’t talk a lot, but she smiles a little more openly, carries herself elegantly, and talks REAL trash only to those who brought the trash first.
Still rockin’ her Splatterscope, she’s obtained S Rank after a couple years being stuck in A! She squads up with Suki from time to time, wanting the perfect Roller/Charger dynamic that both see in Callie and Marie.
She mostly sticks to League nowadays, though will occasionally join a turf war, and is still sharp in her aim! However she is still not good maneuvering/pushing forward with her charger, and will likely hang back near the base. Her fatal flaw is when people get too close, so she needs a teammate to kinda keep an eye near where she is in case! If protected well enough, her sniping skills will shine!
I cried writing this. Listen to this song while reading.
Gray clouds littered the sky, making you even more sad. It had been three days since Stefan’s death. Everyone one was still grieving, however they kept their distance from his grave. That was perfect for you because you couldn’t keep yourself together if you saw anyone.
Dead, brown leaves mushed under your shoes, your feet sinking into the earth slightly. You stopped a few feet away from it; Stefan’s grave. Okay, God. You can wake me up now. This is a dream… please let it be a dream.
You stood in front of the gray headstone, eyes stinging as you tried to hold it all in. “Oh, Stefan.” You whimpered, sinking to your knees. Flowers were laid on the soil, you picked up a few, looking between the plants and the stone.
Never in your long life had you felt such pain. Sorrow ripped through you, making you gasp for air you didn’t need. “Stefan.”
Your finger tips grazed his name that was carved into the cold stone. “Stefan! You big fucking idiot!” You cried, voice cracking in agony. “You stupid, beautiful idiot. How could you? Why the hell would you save Damon? Why the hell would you leave me? You said you’d never leave me. You said you’d be there forever.” You choked on your tears, gagging as you rested your hands in the dirt. “What happened to forever? What happened to us us seeing the world together? Who am I gonna get drunk with in Greece? Who’s gonna lie with me and listen to Aerosmith? I c-can’t do this. S-Stefan, I need you. I need you to come back, please.”
You hiccuped, makeup running, eyes puffy and red. “I never wanted to be human, you know that. B-But Stefan, I’d be human for you, I’d be human with you. I wanna grow old with you and have cute, little, messy kids with you. I wanna fight you, I wanna love you. I want everything with you. You can’t be gone, please.”
You fiddled with your shaky hands. “I-I wasn’t prepared for this, so I didn’t get a gift for you. But… but I have something better. And I know I should’ve told you this sooner, I’m sorry.” You rambled.
“I love you, Stefan Salvatore. I love you so damn much.” You leaned forward, kissing the cold stone. “I’m sorry.”
With wobbly legs, you stood up and walked away. You tried to promise yourself that you wouldn’t go back. That you would leave him in the past, but as you looked back at the dull hunk of rock, you realized you would never forget your first love. No one ever does.
Stefan rested against the tree next to his grave, watching you. He was dizzy with heartache and wanted nothing more than to hold you, wipe away your tears. As you blindly walked past him, stopping to look back at his grave, Stefan gripped your hand. Even though you couldn’t feel it, he rubbed his thumb in small circles. “I’m right here, I’ll be here with you. I love you too.”