her desperation to save him *sob*

Let’s talk about a cat who spent a whole day waiting on a wall, while everyone else was celebrating, because she had heard something and she couldn’t believe it. Because people were laughing for the first time in years, and all she wanted to do was cry.

Let’s talk about a teacher who was strict and severe, but fair and caring. A woman who fought for her students until the very end, with her green robes and stern look, three silver cats flying out of her wand. And they fought for her too.

Let’s talk about Minerva McGonagall.

When Minerva McGonagall saw Harry for the first time, she didn’t see his mother living in his green eyes, like Severus would. She didn’t see James’ ghost in his shy smile, like Sirius; or a hero to be shaped by manipulative hands, like Albus. She didn’t even see an orphan, like the rest of the world did. She didn’t see the boy who lived. She just saw a boy, her student, and for her, that was enough.

Minerva McGonagall survived a war and all that came after. The funerals and the sorrow, but also the laughter that was back. She survived the ghosts and the mourning. She let her heart break over Lily’s death, her hands shaking because James would never make another joke; a sharp, disappointed pain over Sirius’ betrayal (they had been her students. They had been her children) and then she collected the pieces and moved on. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, Albus said once. And she didn’t dwell on dreams. She was stone and she would not shatter.

She survived a war, and, when she had already buried the dead and forgotten the nightmares, another one came. And she survived it too. She was a rock, and rocks may be weathered, but they don’t break.

When Fred and George Weasley abandoned the school, leaving behind a trail of cheers, admirers and laughter, and a petition (give her hell for us, Peeves), Minerva saw Umbridge’s fury and Peeves’ bow, and hid a smile in the corner of her lips. When Neville Longbottom came to her office, asking for advice, with his clumsy hands and a respectful fear in his eyes, she offered him a biscuit and some tea, and she gave him reassurance with her stern frown and her steady voice.

When Remus Lupin became the DADA teacher, she invited him to her office. She offered him biscuits too, some chocolate this time. They talked for a long time, about old times and forgotten joys, about four friends and their mischiefs and pranks. They looked back on their bets and their antics, their hopes and their dreams. They didn’t talk about death, not that evening, and the Marauders came back to life in that room, their voices rising and stealing pieces of a future they hadn’t gotten to live. They also talked about their students, homework and assignments, because they were teachers after all, and that was something worth remembering.

She gave him a knitted jumper for Christmas. He gave her a box of chocolates. Years later, she would stand by his grave and leave a single flower on it. A flower for the boy she’d known and the man he’d become. The man who was kind and quiet and healing. The man she’d like to have gotten to know better.

Albus died then, a shout and a blaze of green light. A fall, and it was all over. It felt like the end of an age. “Are the rumours true?”, she had asked, once upon a time. Now she wanted to ask Harry the same thing, trying to keep her voice from shaking, because Albus Dumbledore couldn’t be dead, could he? But then again, James and Lily couldn’t have been, either, and yet they had been, they were.

When the Second Wizarding War began, she stayed at the school. She kept teaching, because she was a teacher and she would not let them take that from her. Because her students were there, and she wouldn’t leave them alone. She wouldn’t let them die, all those brave children, if she could do something to save them. She wasn’t like Albus, who had prepared himself to sacrifize a boy in the name of the greater good. A boy’s life for the sake of the world.

After the Battle of Hogwarts, there was a destroyed castle and ashes. Minerva stumbled when she saw George’s desperation and Fred’s frozen smile. She wanted to cry when she came across Lavender’s body. She finally collapsed to her knees, when she found Colin Creevey. She had seen him this still, once before. But there were no mandrake leaves to save him, not this time. He was too young. He shouldn’t have been fighting a war, the brave and naïve boy.

Pomona Sprout kneeled next to her then, and Minerva sobbed on her shoulder.

“A boy”, she cried. “He was a boy, he was a child. Children, they were children.”

Pomona let her weep, and then she said,

“There are children here still. They are alive, and they need you, and more will come, and you’ll be there. And you’ll be fine.”

And she was right. Minerva collected the pieces once again, and she moved on. She sent a box of chocolates to Dennis Creevey, as Remus would have done, because he was so much better at being kind than her. Than any of them, really. Dennis sent her a photograph, an old picture of Albus and her, the Weasley twins laughing in the background. She met Molly Weasley for tea, and they shared anecdotes. And she went back to Hogwarts and she kept teaching, because she was a teacher before anything else. She became the new headmaster. The best one of them all.

Some years later, Neville Longbottom knocked at her door, asking for a job. She remembered all the times he had come, asking for advice with his stammering voice. She remembered the way he had led the resistance, the way he had stood up and defied the ones who had made his parents lose their minds. The way he had worked hard and stubborn, never giving up. She offered him a biscuit and some tea. She had never felt so proud.

When he left, she went through some papers. She looked up and the portrait of Albus Dumbledore winked at her. She smiled and went back to work.

When Teddy Lupin arrived at Hogwarts for the first time, expectation in his eyes and bright colours in his hair, he was nothing like the other orphan who had stared at her once upon a time, the one who had had skinny elbows and broken glasses. Teddy Lupin wasn’t looking for a family, he already had one. But, as she had done before, she saw another student, and for her, that was enough.

She was a teacher. Students were her children. And she was their rock.

Undercover Part 2: I’ll Always Be by Your Side

Summary: You sacrifice yourself to the Hydra agents that want Bucky.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, some sexual assault (done by kidnapper), and then some smut (oral and penetration sex done by Bucky to reader)

A/N: People requested it, so I provided! 

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Am I Enough PT 4

Am I Enough PT 4

Bucky X Reader

Summary: Their plan didn’t quite work the way they wanted. The fight that ended it all comes out and details revealed.

Warnings: as always angst, self doubt, Bucky is a naive jerk.


A/N: So I thought it was time that we knew where this whole debacle started and who Bucky’s partner in passion is. Though you’re all smart cookies and probably figured it out already. Be prepared for the hurt . As always feed back is appreciated!!

“Can you tell me what I did to drive you away? And don’t pull that ‘you have to distance yourself to keep me safe’ crap. It didn’t work before it certainly won’t work now. I know I’m not the best looking person in the world. Hey, I can even understand why you would look else where. You always did deserve better. I’m just normal right? You must have realized that normal wasn’t good enough. Just a phase. Easily replaced with someone better. Gah, why? I shouldn’t have fallen, everyone told me it was to good to be true. It felt so good though, so right. Did you ever once feel the same? Or was it nothing but pity? Did my little sob story strike a cord so you dated me to make me feel like the world wasn’t as hopeless as it really is? I get it, alright, people like me don’t ever get the guy.”

Y/N POV

You went to dinner with the team, it was like nothing had ever happened. You laughed and shared stories. Tony, of course, insisted that he pay the bill swinging his card at the star struck staff. They had been recognized almost instantly, granted they hadn’t really even tried to go incognito. The place had gone out of its way to set up a more private area so you could eat in peace. The occasional die hard fan coming for an autograph. Overall though, it was like you were home.

You parted ways after dinner, they couldn’t all fit in your apartment. They refused to leave though until you were for sure coming back to them. Sam had a brief talk, explaining where you were at and asking them to respect your decision. They begrudgenly agreed they all understood because they would ask the same for themselves. You grabbed Wanda silently telling to stay but loudly saying “Can’t stay with a bunch of stupid boys”

You both got ready for bed. There was a slight awkwardness to the air, Wanda obviously wanted to ask you about what happened, but at the same time not push you to talk. Once you were both tucked in you let out a sigh, “Go ahead Wanda ask away, I can feel your questions eatting at me already.”

“That obvious?” Wanda chuckled. You nod, a slight chuckle leaving you as well. “Ok, I don’t know what to ask first? But what happened? I mean what really happened?”

“Just going to jump right in I see.” You take a deep breath “There’s not much to say, he doesn’t love me any more at least not as much as I thought. He … I … I caught him cheating on me. I kinda knew deep down that he was slipping away from me but I thought it would get better. I wish he,” your throat was closing up and tears were filling your eyes “I wish he had just broken up with me not just …” You couldn’t keep going. It was too soon, too fresh.

“Stop,” Wanda begged pulling you into her and stroking your head. “Stop defending him, he had no right to do what he did. He was a coward for doing it.”

“I know, but I can’t help feeling that I deserved it. I must have done something wrong and pushed him over the edge. I mean look at her and look at me it’s no competition who he would pick.”

“Who? No one knows who it was. How did you find out?” Wanda shook her head. She was confused, they knew it was Bucky that cheated but who the woman was. There were rumors of course, but no one quite knew the full story.

You were pulled back to that day all to easily. The team had just gotten back from a week long mission just the night before. Bucky had told you not to come that night as they would be getting back late. So after reluctantly agreeing you decided to head there in the morning to make him and the team a surprise breakfast.

You got everything you needed for a giant pancake feast. From bacon to juice you had it all. After setting the table up you asked FRIDAY to send everyone down. They slowly trickled in one by one, for the most part they had all made it in. You decided to wake up Bucky and bring him down. He was never a morning person so he was probably still snoring away, you creep up to the door. You turn the knob carefully and push the door not making a noise. What you are met with is a very awake Bucky, he was supported on his elbows, butt naked, and lips locked with the woman beneath him.

You couldn’t move, couldn’t breath. You waited hoping that you would wake up. They flip over changing positions. All you take in is the color at first, that striking fire color. From there you took in every curve, every slope, the perfect figure, but it was mostly how perfectly they seemed to fit together. Each movement seemed to blend and seemed so in sync with each other. It wasn’t till they started whispering sweet nothings that you felt anything. The names tore into you, each one a little dagger that ripped your heart out. Just as they finished together, you must have made a noise because both their heads whipped around to face you.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t…. I… suprise… never…. never mind.” You back away, trying to wipe the whole scene away. You drop your eyes to the floor not wanting to see it. There’s a buzz in your ear growing loader with each passing second. Bolting out of the room, you stumble back into the living room. There are no tears just shock, on your face, the others look up to see you.

“Hey what’s the matter?” Steve asks rising slightly. You straighten, you couldn’t tell then it was too embarrassing and it might hurt the dynamic. You should have seen this coming, for all you knew everyone already knew and was waiting for you to catch on. You shake your head trying to clear it.

“Nothing, just saw something I don’t want to see again.” You start packing your things intent on getting out.

“What about Bucky?”

“He’ll be right down. I gotta go. To work, yeah to work.” You shove a few more things in your bag, before swinging it onto your back. The sound of pounding feet coming down the hallway made you hurry. You didn’t make it, Bucky swung around the corner.

“(Y/N), please wait let me explain. Stop please.” He begged grabbing your elbow. You turn to look at him, looking over toward the group to see the stares. You nod and pull him away, leading him to a spare room.

You remember the fight but it was mostly the silence from his end, he didn’t say anything after trying to explain. He loved her, there was a connection that he didn’t get with you. Of course he did, any guy would have it and from what you had seen it was true. You should have seen it, in what far out world did you ever think that this ended with your happy ending.

It was nothing but tears and a raised voice from you, saying anything and doubting everything in your relationship. He just looked away, never trying to stop you. He never once told you you were wrong, that what you had was special. No it was all a lie a wonderful, blissful lie. When you were done he simply stood up and told you to be gone, that he didn’t want anything to do with you. He was revoking your rights to the tower after your stuff was gone. Lucky for you he had said that they were leaving on another mission in a couple days.

You stumbled out and headed for the back stairs, not wanting to see anyone. Two days later you packed your stuff and left.


Wanda looked down at you, “Nat…Nat slept with Bucky?” You nod confirming. “But you guys were like best friends, the three of you attached at the hip.” She couldn’t believe it. Natasha wouldn’t do that, not to you and not with him. You two had bonded so well. You were almost sister, if there was shopping to be done you could be seen attached at the hip heading out the door together.

“Yes, but he loves her so why wouldn’t he. I mean they have a ‘connection’, a past together, why wouldn’t he love her.” You could feel the tears working back up choking you. “I thought for once, I could be enough for someone. I know I’m not gorgeous or even pretty, but he” you taking a shuddering breath in. “He told me he loved how normal I am, that I brought him peace. That I made him believe he could have a future one day. I guess I thought it would be our future together. That I wasn’t some place holder to fill up the time.” You could barely breath, you broke again.

It was the first time you had spoken about what happened. You hadn’t just lost a boyfriend, you lost one of your best friends. It tore your heart even further apart, you weren’t sure there was much left at this point. Let alone if you could ever put it back together again, but maybe it was better this way. You could stop getting your hopes up and save yourself some tears.

You clutch onto Wanda in some desperate hope that she could hold you together while you were crumbling apart.


Bucky POV

He looked down at her while she slept curled away from him. Her eyes were still rimmed in red and a small sniffle escaping between the murmurs. Nat had come in crying, he had been reading on the bed and to see this strong woman out of character he immediately rose taking he in his arms. She had cried, great sobs that wracked her body. When they had finally calmed he led her to the bed stroking her back gently.

“I can’t do this. I shouldn’t have done this to her. She was my best friend.” She sniffles tears beginning again. “How could I?”

Bucky held her thinking about what she was saying. He hadn’t thought about Natasha in this whole situation. He had started to really noticed her while (Y/N) and her were hanging out. Bucky had practically been the third wheel on those adventures.

It came as a shock to him how close the group of them had gotten. The three had enjoyed movies and New York food adventures that took them to the best and shadiest parts of New York. Through it all they became friends seeing each other weaknesses and strengths. As he had learned about (Y/N) he had gotten to better understand Natasha.

It had started with lingering gazes while (Y/N) was grabbing something or had her back turned.
It turned to touches that trailed up and down arms and legs, making it seem like mere accident but prolonging it as much as possible.

The first kiss happened after movie night, they had been trading looks over (Y/N) shoulder as she nestled into Bucky’s side. His fingers running through her hair sent her to sleep about half way through the movie. As they started up the next she had awakened, and shuffled her way back to the room with promises that Bucky would be there shortly.

Natasha had scoot closer and as she entered his reach, his arm wrapping around her pulling her closer. Their eyes clicked and suddenly they lurched toward each other lips tangling together in the heat of the moment. As they separated, they were panting staring at each other debating if this was a good idea or would ruin everything.

It had grown from there each stealing moments from the other in till that fateful day. It had been a late mission and having successfully diverting you from coming to see him, he spent the night with Natasha in his arms. That morning he had woken up to her stretching on top of him. It had been so heated he missed the door opening and (Y/N) stepping in.

It was a strangled gasp that grabbed both of them whipping their heads around. When they looked at the door the dread that built was spiked when he saw (Y/N) standing there. He hadn’t seen a more broken hearted look on someone’s face since he had been the Solider. She had tears gathered in her eyes and but it was the emotion he found there that made him start to regret all his decisions with Natasha. As soon as she bolted he got up looking for clothes before chasing her.

He prayed (Y/N) hadn’t left yet. He need to tell her what happened. Why he did what he did. But it was mostly to get that look off her face. How could he be the one to put that look there, after all the late night talks they had about her looks and her insecurities of never being good enough for him. He went and did the one thing that would make all of that seem true. Even when he knew better than anyone that they weren’t.

He caught her in the kitchen, not seeing anything else he grabbed her elbow pulling her back, begging her not to leave. He dragged him to another room before she turned on him. “(Y/N), please let me explain.” He was pleading, no begging her to listen. He needed to make it right. He explained it to her everything he felt. He was finally open about how he felt about Natasha. When he looked up what he got was even worse than before. There was an understanding look but it was so twisted. It had anger and sadness but most of all it was defeat. He stepped forward, it was obvious he hadn’t explained enough to make her understand. She raised her hands to block him from moving any farther.

“You love her, and you love me but you don’t love me as much as you love her. Right? So why didn’t you just break it off then. You promised you would stay with me. That nothing on Earth could stop you from breaking that promise. What did I Do?”

He looked down. He didn’t know what to say but with each word she spoke a dagger could be felt digging into him. She continued on questioning and berating him. Wondering where she went wrong, how she had managed to screw up so bad that he sought another. She kept going never once letting him explain. So he got angry, she had the whole thing figured out did she? He couldn’t stand the looks anymore, he was trying to make it right. Natasha was the better choice, wasn’t she?

When she fell silent he tensed waiting for a moment to see if she had more to say. “Are you done?” She nodded. “Good then get out I don’t want to see you again, all you junk needs to be gone when I get back from this mission understand. As for your Tower privileges as soon as you leave consider them revoked.”

He couldn’t stop himself, there was this burning in his gut. It was eatting at him nagging his every move and it wouldn’t go away. She simply nodded and left. He turned, a small part waiting for her to come back so he could apologize for his words his tone. Instead he left and went back to the kitchen to pretend that he hadn’t just lost his best friend.

He focused back on Nat sleeping, that feeling hadn’t gone away yet. He had to fix this. Nat had been right how could they? He turned away from her a settled into his own restless dreams, ones of tears and a broken hearted girl.

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wahpumkya  asked:

Reaper!Elizabeth AU? :D

Omg this one might be a little sad and bittersweet. I love this AU soooo much!

1. Becoming a reaper was, in Lizzys eyes, the only way to obtain more power and save Ciel.

2. Ciel was one to discover Elizabeth’s body. She had come over to his mansion the day before and spent the entire day with him. He’d wondered why she went to bed that day crying. He understood when he discovered her corpse the next morning when he’d went to surprise Elizabeth by waking her up.

3. Elizabeth had died in her favorite white dress. Ciel thought it very much resembled a wedding dress.

4. The other members of the phantomhive household were alerted of the suicide when they heard ciels screams and sobs coming from the guest bedroom. They ran over only to see Ciel cradling lizzys dead body and begging her to come back to him.

5. Grell and Ronald were the first reapers Lizzy met. They both immediately took a liking to her. Grell loved that elizabeth had died out of love for another person, it truly was passionate demise in her eyes. Ronald admired Elizabeth’s strength and determination.

7. Lizzy had decided to kill herself when she became 18. She had become desperate since she had no idea of how to save Ciel. She knew that ciels death was imminent, so she commenced this plan as a last ditch effort to help ciel.

8. with his last true family member gone, Ciel nearly went mad. He was lucky that he met Lizzy as a reaper on his next mission for the queen.

9. Ciels first mission for the queen happened to be lizzys first soul collecting assignment (with Ronald and grell as her mentors). Upon their first meeting, Lizzy didn’t go to greet Ciel, instead she immediately, ruthlessly began attacking Sebastian. As a reaper, Lizzy was a much more formidable opponent. Grell and Ronald had to practically drag her away from the fight. But it was Ciel who ended the battle by screaming at Sebastian to cease his attacks. Elizabeth left without a word of explanation.

10. Meeting Lizzy again gave Ciel the courage to continue living. Lizzy may have been dead, but her light had not yet been extinguished from his life.


Oof I should stop there I guess. I have so much more to write! I’m considering making a fanfiction out of this now lol. Thanks for the request!

Tonight, You Belong to Me : Iwaizumi Hajime

Anon: Oooh how about a royalty au! Where reader is going to have to marry oikawa in an arranged marriage but she’s in love with her body guard Iwaizumi!!! And the night before the marriage she cries to iwaizumi to make her his just for the night

AWW YIS!!

I want to start writing AU’s more frequently, so I might put up a poll for which AU I should write about first; what do you think? Let me know!

Female pronouns used!


Y/N smoothed down the front of her dress, frowning as she waited outside the banquet hall. She paused before she lifted her gloved hands to twist the seam from her wrist and fiddle with the rings on her fingers, only one left bare.

“I don’t like this,” She said quietly and Iwaizumi looked to her.

“Why not?” He asked, shuffling from his formal stance. “You should be happy, becoming queen.”

She scowled at the mahogany door in front of her and clenched her hands into fists. “I won’t become queen,” she hissed darkly, glaring furiously at the ornate gold door handle. “I will become a wife. I just don’t understand why I have to marry.”

Iwaizumi frowned and stepped forward to place his hand on the small of her back. She barely flinched but turned to look at him.

“You haven’t even met the Prince yet,” Iwaizumi pointed out with a small smile. “You may just like him.”

“What if he’s insufferable?” She asked matter-of-factly. 

“He won’t be,” he assured.

She sniffed and straightened up as the door in front of them groaned and began to open. She smoothed her dress down.

“He better not be.” Y/N muttered before she put on a brilliant smile and began to walk up to her place at the table. Three people had immediately stood up to greet her, her father and he mother and one whom was foreign. He had waves of luscious brown hair and had a smug smirk on his face as he took Y/N’s hand to kiss.

“Crown Prince of Seijou, Oikawa Tooru,” he announced as he leant back, flipping his hair. “And, my, my, you look positively radiant.” She opened her mouth to thank him before he turned away to interact with a lord. “Ah, yes, where was I? Ah! The Stag! Well…”

Y/N shot Iwaizumi a sour look.

Yes, the crown prince certainly was insufferable.


“Ugh, I hate this ring! It’s so flashy,” Y/N hisses as she tried to pry the brilliant ruby ring from her finger, to which she struggled with until Iwaizumi offered his help. She scowled further as she unclipped the matching necklace from around her neck. “What an insufferable Prince.”

She flopped onto her bed, face-first, a Iwaizumi watched in amusement.

“Now, now,” he said softly as he sat down beside her. “I don’t suppose he can be that bad…”

“Haijime, he was flirting with the maids, he was flirting with you!” She pointed out with a sigh. “He rides his horse so flashily, and he wears turquoise all the time, not to mention the awful jewellery he insists on wearing.”

Iwaizumi scowled at the memory before he blanched. “Yes, Well…” he trailed off. “Have you tried speaking to His Royal Highness?”

She nodded. “Of course. Right after the banquet where I met him, father only said that it would be good for the kingdom. And now, he’s going to propose tomorrow.”

“Really?” Iwaizumi asked, his eyebrow raised curiously. “You can tell?”

Y/N sat up with a knowing grin and clutched a plush pillow close to her chest, shuffling until she was facing him.

“Of course,” she told him as if it were obvious. “He’s been flirting with me and buttering me up all week. He’ll take me out to the gardens in the summer dress that mother chose for me - no gloves - and he’ll tell me how much he loves me and ask me to marry him.”

“You’ve certainly thought about this.” Iwaizumi joked dryly as Y/N leant back to look up at the ceiling.

“Then I’ll say yes. We’ll marry the next week, and it will be extravagant and we will receive congratulations from all four corners of the country, then we’ll move to his palace, of course.” She continued as she flopped back on the bed, still clutching the pillow. “His family will expect a heir, and I, as his wife, will have to comply, and of course he needs a Princess as well, so I suppose we’ll have another.

“We’ll grow old together and die in time for our son to marry and take the throne in our stead, and see our daughter bear grandchildren and get married herself.”

Iwaizumi felt as if his mouth was a desert as Y/N sighed and sat up again, shuffling back until she was leaning against her pillows.

“I don’t want that, Hajime.”

His voice felt as rough as sandpaper as he spoke next. “What do you want?” he asked and she blinked at him.

He felt his face heat up and immediately felt as if he had said something wrong, but she only blinked twice more before a small smile stretched across her face.

“No one has ever asked me that before,” Y/N told him, sighing as she closed her eyes. “It feels nice. To have a choice.”

“So, what do you want?”

“To marry whomever I love,” she replied simply. “We’d live in a cottage, and I’d work in the farm. I’d have as many children as I’d want and they’d get a choice too. I’d love them so, so much.”

Iwaizumi chuckled and shuffled closer to ruffle her hair. “You haven’t worked a day of your life, whats this about farms?”

She pouted and batted his hands away.

“Down, Hajime! Down! I can dream!” She protested but Iwaizumi only laughed and ruffled her hair further.

“Alright then,” he leant down to press a kiss to her forehead. “Sleep well Princess.”

Iwaizumi exited the room to her flushed cheeks and dazed eyes, collapsing outside her door as soon as it was shut, a hand covering his mouth as his cheeks flushed a brilliant red.

He shouldn’t have done that. He really shouldn’t have done that.

“Iwaizumi-sa—? Oh God,” Soon, Hanamaki was leaning in front of him and wiping away tears that he hadn’t noticed were falling, pushing his dark hair back from his face. “Oh… Iwaizumi…”

Iwaizumi pulled his hand from his face to press to his chest, pressing his fist firmly against where is heart should be. Using the other to wipe away the falling tears.

“It hurts,” he whispered, finally feeling the sobs that wracked his body. “It hurts, Maki, it hurts, so, so much…”

Hanamaki smiled sadly and pushed back Iwaizumi’s hair again, resting a hand over Iwaizumi’s fist.

“That’s love, Iwaizumi,” Hanamaki told him as Iwaizumi felt the ache and clutched the fist closer to his chest, trying to dull it out. Hanamaki just rubbed soothing circles on his cheeks. “Horrible — isn’t it?”


Iwaizumi looked up at the knock at his door.

He expected a lot of things when he opened it, he realised as he pulled it open, but he didn’t expect the Princess to collapse into his arms and to begin gripping at his clothes, sobbing and crying and begging him to stay with her.

“Princess, Princess,” he soothed as he checked the hallway, pulling her in to shut and lock the door tight in a hurry. “Calm down, please. What’s wrong? As your bodyguard—”

“Run away with me Hajime!” She cried, and he stopped in place, staring down at her puffy, red eyes and the tears streaming down her blotchy cheeks. “Run away with me, and marry me…” she repeated quietly.

“Princess, I—”

“We’ll change our names and marry and-and, I have some money saved… we can get our cottage and-and w-we can l-live there t-togeth-ther.” She continued, huffing out breaths of air and sobs as she cried. “We’ll g-grow o-old, and-and-and—”

“We can’t run away,” Iwaizumi told her firmly, although eh desperately wanted to agree. “We can’t.”

She looked up at him with wide eyes.

“I can’t marry him, Iwaizumi, I can’t but I have to… I have to…” She trailed off and lent fully on him, sobbing into his shirt. “I don’t want him… I don’t… I… I love you!”

In that moment, Iwaizumi felt as if his world had fallen apart and he was plummeting into a bottomless pit. What he was feeling was forbidden, something that could get him executed or relieved from service, and now she loved him as well, and it got so, so much worse.

“Y/N, you can’t- you can’t love me.” He protested firmly. “You’re desperate… you can’t.”

She drew back from him, staring at him with hurt eyes and new, fresh tears streaming own her cheeks. Pushing back from his chest to stumble closer to the door, yet not leaving.

“I can, and I do,” she said angrily, and Iwaizumi felt his heart clench. “I love you. I love you so much it hurts!”

“You can’t choose me!”

She glared at him furiously, stepping forward as her hands clenched at her sides. 

“You think I chose you? I didn’t choose you. I took one look at your amazing hair and adorable laugh and beautiful smile and I knew I was going to fall in love with you.” Y/N pressed a hand to her chest, right above her hear and formed a claw, gripping at herself. “Every time you smile or laugh, I feel the ache and know I can never have you, because even though you are always by my side, you are so far away.

“I love you.”

Iwaizumi felt the ache in his chest and they stood opposite from each other, looking at each other and saying nothing — yet the silence was deafening, and the nothing meant everything.

In two strides Iwaizumi crossed the room to caress her face in his hands, pressing kisses to her forehead and nose and cheeks, brushing away her tears with his thumbs as she smiled so softly and closed her eyes; only opening them to look at him again before he dipped forward to catch her lips in a kiss she had waited years for.

His lips were warm against hers, and his skin was a map of a place she hadn’t discovered yet as she trailed her fingers up to rest on his arms, gripping him tightly. The other hand was lifted to press against his hand on her cheek as they kisses, keeping it there.

“Make me yours, Hajime,” she told him softly when he drew back, the words a promise on his lips. “Make me yours.”

Just for the night, hung in air around them, unspoken but heavy.

Iwaizumi only leant forward again to capture her lips. And he would, he promised himself. He would.


“ But, just because love is beautiful — does not mean that it is always happy. ”

anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve, Peggy, and Sam in a poly relationship while they all fight together under the cap title. Not a single one of them has a single self-preservation gene in their body, and their battle plans are always reckless and spectacular.

Previously


“—only option, James. You know Sam can do it.”

“I said no. That’s final, Pegs.”

Oh, sweet Jesus. Not again.

“Buck, we’ll be fine. It’s no more dangerous than th—”

“I dare you to finish that sentence, Rogers.” Damn, he sounds hot like that. Sam bites away a smile as he rounds the corner. He’d left them alone for ten minutes to suit up and they’re already at each other’s throats. It’s almost enough to take the excitement out of wearing wings. Flying. He can fly.

“You are not doing anything reckless,” Bucky continues. “Sam’s only been out of the hospital for two months. You will not drag back into some harebrain—”

“Bucky, please.” Sam walks into the cargo hold and up to his boyfriend. Peggy smiles at him tiredly. He grabs Bucky’s hands and pulls him close. Physical touch always grounds Bucky even though sometimes he can’t handle it. He knows how worried Bucky can get, how worried he had been when Sam was hit. And he hates making Bucky worry, he hates making Bucky doubt and yet… “I’m completely capable of taking care of myself. I’m fine. I was cleared by Dr. Cho herself. Regeneration tech is the future.”

Bucky flushes, caught. His fingers tighten their hold on Sam’s. “You just got out of the hospital. I’m not letting you go into a situation where you can get hurt again.”

Sam softens. He rests his forehead against Bucky’s for a moment. “But that’s not your choice to make. We’re superheroes, sweetheart. This is what we do.”

Bucky swallows heavily, looking down on their entwined fingers. When he looks up, his face is carefully and completely blank. “Do whatever you want.”

He’s out of Sam’s hand and the room before Sam can react. Shit.

Steve starts after him, but Peggy pulls him back. “We don’t have time, Steve. He’ll be fine.” She rests her head on his arm. “We’ll all be fine. Bucky’s simply overthinking it. We have only have twenty more minutes to come up with a solid plan. That’s the best thing we can do right now.”

Steve sighs and nods. Despite his aching heart, Sam smiles and opens his arms to let Steve fall in. “Peggy’s right. It’ll be fine.”


“THIS IS NOT FINE! THIS IS SO FAR FROM FINE! STEVE, 5 and 8. PEGGY, BEHIND YOU.” Sam swoops down between two warehouses and knocks out two of the HYDRA agents as Steve round kicks the soldier who crept up on his five and somehow simultaneously just about beheads the other guy with the shield. Despite all the practice he’s had with it, he still can’t quite manage it like Steve does.

Sam touches down for a moment and uses that momentum to get back in the sky. Soaring between whizzing bullets, he gets his eyes on Peggy again…who is nowhere to be seen.

“Carter, you get in?”

When he doesn’t get an answer, “Red, I need eyes.”

<initiate seek protocol>

<infrared: negative>

 

<heat signature: negative>

<last known heat signatu


“Red? RED! No! Goddammit.” Sam sweeps back down, landing where he saw Carter last. There were no soldiers around, nothing. He couldn’t hear anything, not the bullets, not Steve or the shield, not Bucky or the quinjet.

It was too quiet. Dead silent.

“Peggy?” Sam whispers. Why, he doesn’t know. Probably because this is Creepy AF and he doesn’t do creepy, much less Creepy AF. He likes his life just fine, thanks.

See, here’s the thing, he’s been in enough combat situation to know this ain’t normal. Which means 0-84. Which means he should contact SHIELD. But he can’t. Because his communications are dead.

Great.

Just…so fucking great.

Sam pulls out his glock and does a perimeter check. Nothing.

So. She’s inside. She went inside the creepy base without backup. Now, to be completely honest, Sam totally understands why Bucky’s always harping on them. Because they pull shit like this. Unnecessary shit. Not that she can’t take care of herself, but there’s three of them for a reason.

He remains alert as he slips into the base with an open door. No locks, no keypads, nothing. Again, creepy.

Maybe Wanda and Nat should’ve taken this case. They probably have a better background in this sort of stuff.

He clears each room as fast as he could while also being thorough and keeping an ear out for the comms getting back up again. He goes to the basement before the upper levels. He touches every piece of equipment he can. He touches half-filled coffee mugs and toasters. They’re all cold. There’s no one around. It’s like there’s never been anyone around except all the equipment is state-of-the-art and there are no cobwebs anywhere. It’s clean. Perfect.

Perfー

Could he be hallucinating?

He can’t see Peggy anywhere. He can’t hear anything aside from himself. Not the ventilation systems. The quiet…the quiet is almost deafening. It can’t be real.

This can’t be real.

Sam sprints down the stairs and outside. The sun feels  warm. He can feel the breeze on his skin. He darts between trucks, cold trucks, to where he saw Steve last, but there’s no one there. No Steve. No fallen soldiers. No bleeding guards. Nothing except abandoned vehicles and buildings.

This isn’t right.

He has to get outta here. He has to find Peggy and Steve. He has to get back to Bucky. He hasーhas toー

The quinjet.

He needs to get back the quinjet.

Bucky parked the quinjet 1.3 miles from the base, 17 degrees southwest.

“That’s.” Sam gulps. “That’s…alright, so the sun’s over there and so I need to…over here. There. Somewhere. Right. Sam, you got this. You gotーIs…is that smoke? Please tell me it ain’t smoke. Oh, no no nononononono.”

All thoughts of a solid plan slip out of his mind and he runs towards theーyep, smoke. Smoke means fire. Fire never means anything good.

Panic bubbles through him and he tries to regulate his breathing before he passes out or something equally stupid. The closer he gets, the stronger the pungent smell of smoke is, the more ashes float to the ground and here he is, running into a forest fire. Any other day, he’d be hightailing the other way, but this is Bucky. This is Bucky. His lover, his family, their forever.

Sam shrugs off his jacket and balls it up to cover his face as he moves closer, slower, more careful. Bucky has to be okay. Bucky will be okay. And then they’ll go back and find Peggy and Steve. It’ll be fine.

It’ll be fine.

It’ll be finー

“Sam? Is thatー”

Peggy?

“Peggy!” He runs towards the direction of her voice only to bound back when the air around him burns.

“Sam!” A shout.

“Steve!”

Sam runs.

He waves a hand in front of him, trying to clear the heat from blurring his vision, but that only makes him cough.

Covering his face almost completely, he searches for her voice. Her voice. That’s what’s important. Forget everything else. Forget the heat. Forget the panic. It’s okay. It’ll be fine. “Peggy, talk to me. Hey girl. Please. What are you doing out here?”

“Iー” she coughs then chokes. “I’m okay. I came toーfind….Bucーky. Somethーing was s-strange. Iー”

“Yeah, me too,” he replies and peeks over his covering. His vision blurs and dances, but he can see her on the ground, Steve hovering on her side overー

No.

No.

No.

“Come here,” Steve gasps out. “I’m trying to wakeーhim up. But he won’tーyou were a paramedic.”

Steve looks up at him, his eyes wide. He was trembling. “Sammy, you gotta save him. You have to save hi-im. Sammy please.”

Sam makes himself move. He has to. He has to try.

A sob ripped out of Peggy when he comes closer. He feels her cold touch on his arm, gripping.

“I tried to help,” she says.

“I couldn’t get him out, she says.

“He was alreadyー”

Sam can’t take his eyes off Bucky. Burnt, bleeding, broken and bruised. He’s not moving. Every second between Steve’s desperate CPR, he’s not moving. He’s just…there. He’s just…a body. Like Riley had been. A pile of bones and marred flesh. He’s just

Peggy’s hand falls away.


“SAM!”

Bucky?

“Sam! Sam, I need you to hear me, okay? I need you to breathe. Count and breathe. Deep breaths. For me. For your Bucky. Please.”

Bu “ーcky?”


He doesn’t wake up to incessant beeping.

Sign #1: he’s actually dead and in heaven

He doesn’t open his eyes to bright white lights either. He’s in the dark and warm. He takes a deep breath and feels a familiar touch on his sternum. He looks down and there’s nothing there. There’s no one here.

And then, the noises reach him and he almost dies in relief. Sounds. Thank god.

He swallows dryly and tries to move. He manages to get an arm up before it flops back down as exhaustion floods his system.


“ーrrified, but he’s okay now. Tony came by to visit. You know what he’s like. Pepper was with him which was nice. We talked…”

Peggy?

Is thatー

Sam opens his eyes, blinking against the lights until a dark form appears before him. “Peggy?”

“Yes, Sam, I’m right here.” Her arms encircle his.

“Peggy…you’re…” alive.

“Yes, I’m okay, Sam. I’m completely fine, darling.” She soothes away the frown between his eyebrows before kissing him on his forehead.

“What happened?”

“Magic. It was a spell.” Peggy grimaces. “Strange helped us with it.”

He catches her arm and drops a kiss in the middle of her palm. When she smiles at him, he tugs her close to give her a real kiss. He tangles his fingers in her hair and holds her steady. She’s warm under his fingertips, moving and smiling. Oh, thank God she’s okay. She’s here. Right here. She’s safe. Sam, it’s okay. She’s safe. He pulls back a little to look at her. “Are you okay?”

Pain flits through her eyes as she nods, echoes of his own, of whatー

Sam jolts up in his seat, almost butting into Peggy.

“SAM!” Peggy tries to push him down, but Sam’s out of the bed and out the door before she can.

He follows the voices down the hallway to the living room where Steve andーBucky. Sam’s across the room in a flash and in Bucky’s lap. Bucky who is warm and moving. Bucky who isn’t burned or broken.

“Whoa, darling. You alright?” Bucky grins at him.

Sam dips down to kiss his boyfriend before he starts crying. Blindly, he reaches for Steve and pulls him close, sliding an arm around Steve’s neck.  He gasps when Steve joins them, his face smushed against Sam’s, his hard body pressed against his side, his back…just present. He pulls away from Bucky to pull Steve into a deep kiss. You’re okay. You’re all okay. Thank God.

Thank God. Thank God. Thank God.

Steve wraps himself around Sam, his warmth sinking in Sam’s skin and he basks in it. Peggy joins them a few seconds later, pressing a open-mouthed kiss on Sam’s exposed throat and he shudders. They’re all here. They’re all safe.

It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.

I’ve been watching a lot of season 3 fitzsimmons clips for research (i.e. I need to double-check one thing and then spiral and watch a bunch of clips come at me), and just like…this framework stuff has to end with the happiest of all endings. Because they have been through so much heartache and they love each other SO DAMN MUCH. This can’t be how it ends.

I MEAN LOOK AT HIM AFTER THEIR FIRST KISS. He kissed her desperately, like he was drowning and she was the only thing that might save him and he’d never have another chance. But she kissed him so gently; she tried so hard to show him how much she loves him but he can’t accept it and it breaks both their hearts. AND THEN HE’S JUST DEVASTATED AND ASHAMED AND GUTTED AND IN LOVE AND I CAN’T.

I DIDN’T SURVIVE ALL THIS TO NOT GET A HAPPY ENDING.

*this trash post brought to you by the fact that it’s 3 am in @itsavolcano‘s time zone so she’s not responding to my dramatic fitzsimmons texts.

dignifiedrice  asked:

Finn and Rey, number 4! And I ask, as a special favor to me, that you make it as sweet as a wildehack can. ;D

The hope of the entire galaxy rests on Snoke’s belief that Rey has turned to the Dark. Ren is already suspicious, and she can’t risk her cover for anything. If she ruins it now, that will mean all the terrible things she’s done have been for nothing. 

So when General Hux informs them that he has captured the traitor FN-2187, and has scheduled him for public termination at the beginning of the next cycle, Rey keeps her face impassive, channels the flood of helpless rage she feels into the ocean of her Darkness. Ren will feel the spike of hatred, but he won’t know what it is for. She is strict with herself, and does her best to keep out despair. Despair, unlike anger, can kill anchor her to the Dark, with no way of traveling back to the light. 

But she has seen so many things, and unless the Rebellion is planning a last-minute rescue, she will have to see the look on Finn’s face when they murder him. Finn, the first person who’d ever loved her. She can’t bear it. She can’t. 

“I want to see him,” she says coldly, and Ren comes alert at her side, his malignant presence reaching out for her. She shoves him away with a pulse of irritation, which should serve. 

“Tempted, my apprentice?” he asks, dark eyes glittering. 

“Why, Master,” she says, keeping her own gaze dead and flat, “I’m saddened by your lack of trust.” 

“You will see him,” Ren decides, turning back to Hux. “I shall accompany her.” 

Rey shrugs, as though it makes no difference to her. She follows the black billow of Ren’s cape through the halls of the ship, down to the detention level. “Leave us,” she directs the troopers standing guard, and follows Ren into Finn’s cell. 

Finn is still cuffed, his mouth bloodied and one eye blacked, but he’s on his feet and blazing with rage when the door slides open. 

Rey doesn’t look at him. She strides smoothly into the room, raising both her hands, and takes Kylo Ren’s head in her hands. She uses every inch of the Darkness she’s amassed over the last few months, and shoves. He collapses to the floor, unconscious. 

“Rey,” Finn breathes, half-shocked and half-devoted. She’s briefly ashamed that he’s seen her like this, and then it doesn’t matter because she has him in her arms, clutching him as tight as she can. He can’t hug her back with his hands in binders, but he buries his head in her shoulder, says her name over and over again. 

“I had to see you,” she says, and finds herself humiliatingly near tears. “Tell me there’s a rescue. Please.” 

“There’s a rescue,” Finn says immediately, and tries to smile at her. He can’t quite manage it, and she knows he’s lying. His face blurs before her, her eyes going hot. “Poe’s coming after me. There’s a plan.” 

“Finn,” she says, the tears spilling over. There’s enough despair in that one word to jeopardize everything she’s worked for, and that’s not something Finn knows–that’s not something Finn can know–but he saves her anyway. He kisses her, sweet and soft. 

She sobs against his mouth, cradles his head in her hands, pulls him close as she can until they need to breathe. “Finn, I can’t,” she finds herself saying without meaning to, a desperate chant against his jaw. “I can’t, I can’t.” 

Finn kisses her temple, her eyebrow, the side of her nose. “You can,” he says quietly. “I trust you,” he adds, and she knows he means I love you, knows also that he means I trust you to do what is right

“horizon”

Royai Week ‘17 // Day 4: Promise


Smol drabble about the promises made over the course of their lives. Hope you guys like it <3


I promise.

It first passes between them the day they bury her father. They stand in a dusty study saying nothing, but baring themselves as completely as they ever have before.

One by one, with agonizing foreboding, the buttons of her blouse come undone. Roy watches the fabric pool around her feet when it drops. Silently, she lowers her head, voice captured in the room’s stillness as she allows the array branded onto her back to speak for her.

He feels horror, anger, yearning, wonder, and a deeply unsettling knot of fear. Everything he’s worked toward obtaining is right in front of him, alive and in motion, shifting as she breathes as if Riza and flame alchemy are a single entity. This secret belongs to her. From her heart to his hands, it’s a selfless gift.

Roy doesn’t touch her. He doesn’t ask any questions. He only accepts it with gratitude and the very same altruism she is showing him by tying their fates together.

At the end of the day, the two sit together in the living room, mugs of tea gone cold on the coffee table in front of them. Through the window, they watch the sun set in peaceful silence. When gold light fades to silver, Riza’s head drowsily rests on Roy’s shoulder.

He closes his eyes, the feel of her keeping him centered. The two of them share an extraordinary secret, but a potentially terrible burden too.

“Thank you,” Roy murmurs. “I promise I’ll do right by this.”

Like this, they drift to sleep.


I promise.

His hands shake when he draws her in. This is how he knows he’s a monster; for only a monster can hold a person with the same bloodstained hands that continue to hurt them over and over again. Her body shakes with sobs and rather than let her go, rather than have the mercy and decency to set her free, he holds her tighter.

Roy runs a hand through her short hair and over the bandages wrapped around her torso. He wants to tell her that he’s sorry. He wants to promise he’ll never hurt her again. He wants to fall apart himself and cry until his voice gives out.

“Hawkeye,” he whispers miserably, unable to even call her by name. How did they get here? When did they forget how to be human? When did he lose the right to Riza Hawkeye’s heart?

Her fingers grip the back of his shirt. She clings to him so desperately, as if there isn’t anyone else in the world who could keep her head above water – as if only Roy can truly understand who they became and how they abused the very thing they vowed to use to save the world.

His shirt muffles her cries, so full of the pain she carries for them both. Her shuddering sobs make Roy all at once wish he could endure the agony for her and be anywhere but here.

“Never again,” he chokes out, burying his nose into her hair. “I won’t let this happen ever again. I promise. I promise.”


I’ll follow you into Hell.

She stands before him a stone-faced, reassembled version of his master’s daughter. Roy can see the war replaying in her haunted eyes and he can’t seem to look away. It’s captivatingly, masochistically, familiar.

He looks at her, knowing what lay under her uniform. He listens to her, remembering the sound of her wailing in his arms. He speaks to her as if he didn’t transmute her trust into the most destructive weapon ever wielded by this country.

She doesn’t promise to rectify it all, at least not with so many words. This journey has already been nothing but a series of empty, broken promises. Instead, she squares her shoulders, and salutes him. It’s cold and unfamiliar, but the naive dreamers they once were are now buried in bloodsoaked sand far beyond reach.

No, she doesn’t placate him with flowery words or optimistic dreams; their bloody hands can no longer carry them. Promises are too kind.

She says, “I’ll follow you into Hell.”


They collect years like weeds and flowers, each horror accompanied by some beauty. Battles come and they fight. They never truly win, as there are no winners in war. Each victory is another step forward, another new day.

Soon they will be buried under the weedless flowers picked by children who will never know what destruction lay dormant under their homes. If they fight for anything, it’s for this and for the luxury that they never find out.

Under the soft light of their hospital room, Riza runs her thumb gently over his face. The way he looks at her, sees her for the first time in too long, holds her like a vise. She can’t look away, even if she wanted to.

“You’re okay,” she whispers.

His eyes fall closed and the spell breaks. Before something as distant and trivial as boundaries, repercussions, or self control can hold her back, they fall into a kiss. She’s ensnared by all of him – his arms, his lips, his body, his heart. She can’t break away, but maybe she doesn’t want to. His hands run up and down her body, like he needs to be touching every part of her to stay alive. She climbs on his lap, crushing his lips, breathing him in, running her fingers through his hair until they are no longer the two broken people they are, but a single, thriving life.

I promise, says his kiss. I promise myself to you.

anonymous asked:

20 + cloqwork? please? :'D

20. Kisses because everything hurts right now including being loved by you but you’re also the only thing that makes it feel better

She stood on an open field, that precious white rose blooming crimson in the snow and the dust and the wind, a little scar of white that stained red red red over his fingers, unseeing, unfeeling, and the red wouldn’t go back in, silver eyes fading, she touched his cheek and smiled, godsdamn her, she smiled-

“Qrow. A hand on his shoulder, warm and comforting. “Qrow, you’ve had enough.”

“Fuck you.” How Ozpin had found him out here, in the woods off the coast of northern Vale, Qrow didn’t know. Qrow didn’t care. All he cared about was the white tombstone out on the cliff before him, the words in marble- “’Thus Kindly I Scatter’. Heh.” He drained the bottle of vodka and tossed it to the ground with the rest. The alcohol burned going down; he needed it, needed the burn to drown out the tightness in his chest, the burning in his eyes. “Summer- She wasn’t ready for this kind of mission! She didn’t deserve this!”

Ozpin knelt beside him. “I know,” he said quietly.

“You know? You know?!  You fucked up, Oz! You sent her out to die!” And it hurt, it hurt so much to scream at the man he loved, but there was no one else to turn against in his drunken grief. No one else but Ozpin, who took it all with quiet acceptance, his warm brown eyes soft and understanding - and that hurt too, that he wouldn’t get mad, or shout, or anything. “Why- you fucking-”

“I know, Qrow,” he said again, and Qrow swung out and struck him a terrific blow to the jaw, sending him sprawling backwards. 

Qrow pounced, straddling him, all rage and fury. “Quit- fucking- saying that!” he screamed in Ozpin’s face. Tears streamed down Qrow’s cheeks now; he ignored them, balling his fists up in the other’s shirt and shaking him. “You sent her to die like a fucking pawn and I-” He choked as Ozpin put his hands on his shoulders. “I- I couldn’t save her- I couldn’t-”

“I know,” Ozpin whispered. “Gods, I know.”

Qrow sobbed once, raw and desperate, and pressed himself forward to a rough kiss. He hated this, he hated everything right now- Ozpin, Summer, fate, himself- but Ozpin’s arms wrapped tight around him, running soothing hands up and down his back, murmuring comfort against the rough and biting kisses. “I’m sorry,” Qrow sobbed. “I’m sorry-”

Ozpin held him tighter, kissed the corner of his lips. “I know, love,” he murmured. “I am too.”

Let’s do a quick recap (and I legit mean quick!) of what each diamond on Emma’s wedding band represent mmkay? And I’m gonna be forgetting a lot here so just bear with me.


1st diamond - first meeting, they were foes who both had quests, hers - getting back to her son; his - revenge against the man who took not only his love, but his hand as well: also you can be a part of something or you can be alone and he turns his ship around because he needed that reminder that he could be a part of something *wails to infinity*


2nd diamond - the neverland trip aka the moment people lost their shit because of that kiss (i wasn’t around tumblr when it happened but hearing people talk about how amazing it was then makes me smile always) / let’s throw in the next greatest moment “I swear on Emma Swan” HAHA I’M FINE NO I’M NOT then she gave up her magic to save him “Hook, come back to me.” HAHA THE MORE I WRITE I START TO CRY also followed by only the GREATEST MOVIE OF ALL TIME - THE CAPTAIN SWAN MOVIE, plus “it’s okay swan, not everything gets to watch their parents fall in love” plus “you’re a hero swan” followed by “so are you” *smile* followed by only the greatest moment in history “you traded your ship for me?” she says with wonder in her voice and his lovely “aye” and that kiss that lasted for so many minutes aka days, it was so long and beautiful and that time they broke away and both smiled before going right back for more, i’m dying thinking of it again


3rd diamond - season 4 rolls around and they’re pretty much learning the basics of coupledom, we’re witnessed to their first date (everything was sweet and pure) he got his hand back because should she let me, i’d like to be able to hold her - whatever the damn line was *i’m horrible because i don’t remember, i know but bah* it was still pure af, I should get my own place - foreshadowing i see you and i love you - followed by that kiss woop woop. then we got ‘i’m a fan of every part of you’ AHHHHHH and then “i’m not a goodbye person, but maybe just this once” *full on sobbing* now / 4b rolls around and 6 glorious wks have passed they’re being pretty fucking cute, when the queens of darkness roll into town, but who cares about that “DON’T YOU KNOW EMMA? IT’S YOU.” and that beautiful af kiss with a single tear rolling down emma’s cheek *puddle of melt* then we get cute au and deckhand swan and ‘i sensed we were close in that other realm’ ‘very’ WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE? LIKE STAPHHHH then he dies for her and her son and the curse is broken and she runs to see him, worried he’s not there when he smugly shows himself over the banister in the loft with snowing looking on and she throws herself at him and we would get an ily but then wasn’t the time, so she stares at him in awe and he’s all eyebrow raise because HE. DOESN’T. STOP. then comes heartbreak #1 emma sacrifices herself to save the town from the darkness yada yada *still sobbing btw* “Emma, don’t do this” he says with tears in her eyes, emma replies tearfully ‘I love you’ follow by a push and then she’s gone and the camera pans to him with tears in his eyes and the dagger with her name on it


4th diamond - s5 begins with hook desperately trying to get her back and then he finds her in the enchanted forest as a dark one, going through the transition and ‘heroes and villains here because of you, for you’ and then he calmly lets her make the decision to return merida’s heart and then they hug and ‘you don’t look like a crocodile’ ‘guess i lucked out’ and then as they leave hand swings aplenty then another curse happens and ‘where’s emma?’ ‘relax i’m right here’ in full dark one outfit and white hair and then emma why are you doing this and then dark swan is all because i am the dark one and poofs away, and then episode 2 back in camelot flashback and we see them get married HAHA J/K BUT THEY TOTALLY GOT MARRIED THEY LOOKED SO BEAUTIFUL and then that dance at the ball and then UGH SO GOOD, BASICALLY EVERYTHING WAS CAMELOT AND NOTHING ELSE MATTERED - but then he died saving her and she refused to let him go and turned him into another dark one because i’m not gonna let him go and i won’t anyone stop me HAHA REMEMBER HOW I SAID I WAS FINE BEFORE, WELL I WAS BUT NOT ANY MORE, NOT FINE ANYMORE and then he’s all ‘how could you do this to me swan’ after finding out that his love did this to him and she’s all “i wasn’t gonna lose you killian” and then HE SACRIFICES HIMSELF TO SAVE HER AND HER FAMILY AND IS ALL “LET ME MAKE UP FOR MY MISTAKE, LET ME DIE A HERO” AND THEN SHE’S LIKE ‘NO IT SHOULD BE ME’ but he won’t let her do that, no sirree, *KILLIAN JONES HAS ALWAYS AND WILL CONTINUE TO ALWAYS PUT EMMA SWAN SWAN FIRST, YOU CAN FIGHT ME ON THAT* and then he dies and there back to normal and she holds him IN HER ARMS AS HE’S DEAD AND THEN REFUSES TO LET HIM GO WHEN THE PARAMEDICS CAME *PTERODACTYL SCREAMING* BECAUSE WHYYYYYYY AM I DOING THIS TO MYSELF?? then she finds out his death was taken from him (fucking rumple boo hiss) and decides she’s going to the underworld to get her man back ‘you two share a heart, so will we’ and then they reunite and there’s an argument and then all is good and then they’re trying to find a way out and then there’s TRUE LOVE’S TEST AND “IT’S TRUE LOVE. EMMA YOU CHOSE ME THAT WAS THE TEST” AND THEIR SMILES *SQUEALS* OF COURSE THEY PASS; THIS IS FUCKING CAPTAIN SWAN WE’RE TALKING ABOUT HERE. and then they find out that hades (boo hiss) is a turd and lies and he can’t go with her back to the land of the living and that FUCKING HEARTBREAKING MOMENT #2 THE ELEVATOR GOODBYE THAT DESTROYED ME, LIKE HOW DARE THEY and even after they’re realms apart they still work together and stop hades and zeus (thank you) brings back killian to where he belongs with emma and that tiptoe kiss in the rain after they’re reunited and he’s giggling and she’s shooketh and attack kisses galore, then that ‘i love you’ that’s said with no threat of death, villains anything. just said it to say it and of course don’t forget that LIFT KISS LIFT KISS WOOT WOOT


5th diamond - s6 the hottest couch makeout we’ve ever been witnessed to with hands on the butt and leg pretty much in the air and earth-shaking after that there’s ‘move in with me’ then there’s you’re the product of true love and that cute af hand kiss to stop her shaking vision hand of imminent death and then so much separation and then she gets sent to the wish world and meets his older much heavier still attractive self (yep i’ve reached the point of finding older hook attractive sue me hehe) and then she comes back and he’s all “you’re amazing swan” hug and then that cute moment in 6x12 - ‘I JUST DESPERATELY NEED TO KISS YOU’ LIKE WHO SAYS STUFF LIKE THAT, KILLIAN JONES THAT’S WHO and then things happen and i’m crying because we all know what comes after, she finds the ring, he’s drunk off his ass, tainted proposal ensues (still beautiful tho, even knowing what we know) then they halt that proposal (more like she gives the ring back) and he’s about to leave when he changes his mind and gets ready to come back only for dark one jr creeping up on him and stopping that in it’s tracks and they’re separated for 3 fucking episodes YES YOU HEARD ME 3 FUCKING EPISODES WORTH OF SEPARATION and then he’s all “i’m trying to find my way back home to you” “i’d never abandoned you” and “i love you” and then they work their way back, he takes out his shadow to take him back to her, it fails his shadow makes its way to emma followed by A CARESS TO THE CHEEK THAT I WILL NEVER BE OVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, then she goes to get him with encouragement and a push from mama snow, in a door she finds him, pushed some lost boys out the way, grabs her man’s hand and back through the door and they land on top of each other and he apologizes, she apologizes and then re-proposal, followed by the same yes as before, she gets on his level of kneelingness (yes it’s not a work but bah) says yes, kisses him and the ring goes right back where it belongs.

AND THAT’S WHAT YOU MISSED ON GLEE

Little Green - Escape (Jongdae, pt. 8) [Chronicles of the Wolf series]

[ Jongdae | Little Green ]

  \ Escape

-

 You weren’t sure who he meant anymore, but either way, you whimpered. Haneul didn’t even bother getting up from the floor, just plastering herself against the wall as she flashed you a frightened look.

“It’s gonna be okay,” she said. “It will be okay!”

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He Hurts You After A Fight Without Meaning To: Part 2

Part 1

Masterlist

Where is she? She hasn’t come back, hasn’t called, hasn’t even made a simple way to contact him. Harry is pacing, hands in his hair as he tugs at the roots. He has never panicked more in his life. Nobody has seen her, nobody has spoken to her. Where the hell could she be? Without him? Without anyone? 

“Fucking shit” he mumbled, tears welling in his eyes when he realizes she’s been ignoring him. 

He needs her, now, with him. He needs her safe. Harry immediately grabs his keys and cell phone, planning on looking for her, even if it took all night. He wasn’t going to quit. 

“Come on, Y/n” he mumbles to himself, opening the front door in aggravation. 

He suddenly takes a step back, a gasp immediately leaving his lips as he takes in the image in front of him. Y/n, on the ground, limp, with blood on the ground surrounding her. His heart picks up speed, hands clenching at his sides as his thoughts race with worry.

“Y/n?” He whispers, hoping, praying that she’s awake somehow. But not any part of her is responsive.

“Please, God, no” he sobs, immediately assuming the worst.

She looks so dead. Her skin fare, blood dripping from her forehead, body more still than anything he’s ever seen, and he’s quick to realize how this is the only time he’s been near her where she hasn’t jumped up to kiss him.

And it’s his fault.

“Y/n. Y/n, you have to answer me, baby. Please” He chokes, gently sitting on his knees before her.

He sticks his hands out, as if wanting to grab her, but he doesn’t know how. One wrong hold and he could damage her even worse. His hands shake, reaching back towards his body a couple more times.

“No no no”

He’s sobbing, so lost in it he doesn’t even give a thought about how to handle the situation.

“Come on. Can you hear me? You have to let me know if you can hear me.”

Nothing. Nothing. No hand squeezing, no eye twitch, not a single indication she can even smell him; feel him.

If he could stay with her until she was up, he would. But he knows, all too well, there is no way she’d be save another hour without professional help. So, he is quick to call an ambulance, desperate for his girl to be okay, because, God, if she isn’t, Harry wouldn’t leave his house for months.

He grabs her again. His tearful, wild eyes looking for any more traces of damage she could have experienced during the fall. There is nothing, and for a split second, Harry is happy she has no other damages on her, until he realizes this means she didn’t protect herself.

His lips quiver, eyes flooding over until they spill over the edge. There is nothing he can process. He has done this to her, it was all him. The fighting, the screaming, the fear in her, the way she backed away from him, her running away, the door closing so fast and so close behind her that she had no choice but to fall. It was all him.

Harry holds her like he’s hugging her. Her head against his, and her legs around his waist. He doesn’t mind the small amount of blood still driving from the gash on her forehead. It feels natural to him, as if he’s actually with her, just for a couple of seconds.

“I’m sorry” he whispers in agony, small pecks of delicate kisses being placed on her neck. “This is all me. Not your fault at all”

“You can kill me later, kill me so fucking hard Y/n. I don’t care. Yell at me until death. I just wanna be with you.”

His tears have left wet blotches along her neck, and his harsh grips are leaving marks upon her skin, but she always said it was her favorite part of her.

It hasn’t been long where Harry just sits holding her. Body crushing holds and passionate kisses, even though she can’t feel them. He wishes now more than ever that he wouldn’t be so goddamn jealous all the time. if he would have just been rational, understanding, none of this would have happened. But seeing some man fucking his girl for the movie they were casted for set something off within him.

It was as if he was a match being stricken on a rough surface, the millisecond before igniting.

“Sir, sir, excuse me, sir.” A voice rambles behind him.

He turns to look at the woman with desperation, Y/n’s head cradled in his hands, tears running consistently down his face.

“Help her. Please help her.” He whispers through clenched teeth.

The paramedic nods, sliding the stretcher over to her. She glances at Harry, who is mumbling incoherent apologies as he pets her hair.

“Sir, do you know what happened? What is her name?” another paramedic asks, papers clipped on a clipboard and her pen settled stiffly in her hand.

“Her name is Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n. S—someone shut the door right behind her and I guess it hit her, a—and she fell. I don’t even know h—how long she’s been out.”

She nods as she writes down the information. “Alright. We need to get her to the emergency room immediately. She could be in a coma as far as I’m concerned, we need to get her out now. Linda! Call the hospital, she’s lost a horrible amount of blood!”

Everything around Harry seemed to go in slow motion. From the paramedics taking her away from him, to placing her to the back of the emergency vehicle, everything was coming out as a blur.

“C—coma?” He gasps, hand immediately being placed on his chest, guilt immediately and fully taking its toll on him.

“A coma? H—how? W—what?”

“With all of the blood loss and the incredible amount of impact that was taken place during her fall, it seems like she has a better chance of being in one than just being in shock.”

Harry’s face goes completely pale. His Y/n, his beautiful, lively, perfect Y/n, un a coma. The thought makes his eyes squeeze shut and his stomach wanting to throw up everything out of it.

All he can manage to think about was that this is all his fault.

Come Home

Summary: Based on Ed Sheeran’s Photograph

Word Count: 1,479

Warnings: Angst

A/N: Sorry!


“Mommy?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“Who is he?”

“Who is what?”

“Who is the man in the picture you keep in your wallet?”

Oh.”

“He’s cute.”

“He is, isn’t he?”

“Yep! Who is he?”

“He is someone very special to me.”

“What’s his name?”

“Dean.”

“Oh. Okay.”

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A Court of Queens and Lords: Part 8

Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Part 8:

Aelin Galathynius awoke in the middle of a fighting pit.

She was in her rags, gazing at the sight before her. It seemed like hundreds of people were crowded around her, waiting for her to do something. She recognized this place, it was the place where Sam had fought countless times to support them when they had left the Assassin’s Keep. The memory made her heart ache. And everyone kept looking at her. No, not at her. Through her.

She turned around and saw him. Her Sam, dressed in fighting leathers and walking out of a gate door, face ready to kill. But not her. He was readying for his opponent that would walk right through the gates from opposite of him. She turned around and looked towards the crowd, looking for someone. For herself. Or, rather, someone else. Finally, her eyes caught of glimmer of golden hair. It was Celaena, disapprovingly observing the scene in front of her.

Aelin knew where she was now, what this was. Another dream. A dream of a memory that haunted her everyday. Aelin remembered how she detested Sam’s insistence on fighting in the Vaults. Another pained memory of Aelin’s ungrateful time spent with Sam.

She remembered that Sam had been victorious that night and after, Celaena and Sam had fought. Aelin wasn’t looking forward to the fight she’d have to witness between them, but she couldn’t help to gaze at Sam. To see him this close, alive and breathing, tan and beautiful. She couldn’t help but smile, even when his face was turned into a lethal grin at his miserable opponent who would soon walk out. The gates opened, but the person who walked through the gates wasn’t the person she remembered.

It was Farran. And he was walking straight towards her. No, not her. Sam.

“NO!” Aelin cried out. But no one heard her. She was completely invisible and she realized that this wasn’t a memory or a nightmare. It was a lethal combination. Tears quickly welled up in her eyes and she became frantic. Doom weighed heavy on Aelin and extreme anguish seemed to course through her body. The brawl began.

Sam struck first, but Farran was too heavily trained to let that be his downfall. He quickly turned back and punched Sam straight in the face repeatedly, leading Sam into a corner. Sam quickly ducked out before he was cornered and kicked Farran in the back. Farran fell to the ground but quickly crawled towards Sam’s legs, knocking them out of balance and causing Sam to fall hard on his head. It was a tough blow, and Farran took advantage of Sam’s momentary weakness by pinning him down with his legs.

Sam was trapped and could not get back up. The crowd cheered as Farran used all his weight on Sam, who had no way to escape. Farran gave Sam a sly grin.

“It’s too bad to ruin such a pretty face, don’t you think Aelin?” Farran asked.

Aelin gasped in complete horror and shock. He could see her, which meant maybe he could feel her. She started fast, heading towards his chest to get him off Sam. But it was useless, he was like a steel wall. But this did not stop her as she pushed and pushed and pushed at him, so hard her bones cracked. Everyone else seemed oblivious to what was going on.

“Pity. Once again, you can’t save your love. Fate is inescapable, Aelin.” Farran chuckled. Aelin growled. But Sam had his head turned to the crowd.

“Celaena.” He coughed up some blood. “I love you” he said, barely audible. Aelin looked towards herself. Celaena was standing there, utterly motionless as Farran kept on hitting Sam. A never ending sound of fist meeting skull.

“DO SOMETHING!” She shouted at herself. “SAVE HIM! PLEASE!” Celaena wouldn’t budge. She stood there, her gaze unflinching. Aelin had never felt so desperate. All she could do was crouch next to Sam and try to hold his hand, even if he couldn’t feel it. Once again, she couldn’t save him. Once again, he’d die because of her. Sam turned his gaze from Celaena towards Aelin. He gave her the only smile he could muster, even after he was being punched to death. He had no eyes, heart, or devotion for any other thing or person but her.

“There…you…are…” he muttered. He smiled a bloody smile and Aelin sobbed. And with that Farran raised his arm for the final blow and Aelin shut her eyes. She could not watch because if she did, she knew she’d lose her final shred of sanity. So she shut her eyes, squeezed Sam’s hand, and when she heard the sound of a crushing skull she screamed.

She screamed until her lungs felt raw and burning. Until she felt the burning throughout her whole body. She opened her eyes to find herself in a burning room, no longer in the Vaults with a lifeless Sam.

She supposed she didn’t need the coffin to give her nightmares anymore and knew she could count on her damaged mind to make up nightmares of her own. Marvelous. She was not afraid though, she simply put down the fire with her own magic. She took a few moments to steady her breathing. Realization hit her, and she marveled at the fact that she still had power left. She raised her palms to examine her hands. She didn’t feel drained or powerless. Sure, she felt horror and pain from the nightmare, but it didn’t drain her from her magic. At least she had that.

She looked around the room and noticed the burned everything. She might have kept the room from collapsing like the other one, but she was still too late to save the valuables in the room. The once lavender silk sheets were now black, an armoire seemed to be steaming, and the door was falling off its hinges until it was held upright by a pair of strong hands.

It was one of the males that had carried her into the room, the one with the long hair. He rubbed the back of his neck as he walked into the room, observing the damage. He sighed.

“We should’ve known you’d burn this one too.”

anonymous asked:

How about some angst with a dash of fluffffff. A time bending Akuma who keeps going back to the moment of Chat's death to defeat ladybug. I'm not the best at prompts but

Another anon also sent in the following:  DEATH PROMPT AHHHHH

Alright you masochistic anons. You asked for it. 

Warning: Violence- death (sort of… it doesn’t really take) and general angst of the angst like variety.  ( I blame @hchano​ for encouraging me)

At least the ending is sort of happy???


This couldn’t be happening. Not again. 

She knew on some level that it was a trick, a lie, a horrible illusion that would go away once the akuma had been defeated. A terrifying loop meant to torture her into submission.

Even so she couldn’t hold back the scream as she watched her partners neck wrench with a sickening crack, his usually mischievous expression going hallow and dim as he crumpled to the ground.

She surged forward, desperately trying and failing to reach him before his head cracked against the pavement. Not that it mattered at this point anyway.

“Chat, come back. Look at me,” She pleaded gazing down into the empty, lifeless green eyes. “I need you Chaton. You can’t leave me.”

He didn’t respond this time. He was already gone.

“Give me your miraculous and this can all be over.”

“No.” She whimpered, cradling Chat’s immobile form in her arms. “No, no, no.”

Ladybug didn’t even know if she was talking to the akuma or herself. Was it a refusal to give in and give up her miraculous? Or was she simply refusing to accept this newest onslaught against her already destroyed emotions.

“Have you had enough yet?”

Ladybug said nothing and she stroked her partner’s face. At least this time it had been quick.

“Alright,” the akuma said lightly a cunning smile twisting the corners of her lips, “I guess we can go for another round. Maybe you’ll have better luck this time.”

The akuma laughed cruelly as the scene dissolved away and Ladybug once again found herself standing atop Les Invalides.

“My lady, looks like it’s time to go save the day!” Chat’s voice rung out cheerfully as he bounded off the roof and down towards the waiting akuma.

“Chat No!” she cried, but he was already soaring off towards the ground, just as he had the last dozen times, and the dozen before that.

It was a long fight this time. The weapon of choice being an array of sharp blades Chat had been able to hold his own fairly well. As always Ladybug had found herself unable to do anything to assist her partner. Instead, she was somehow impossibly held just out of reach with her own battle.

She watched helplessly as Chat dodged and parried, battling his way closer to their foe through the sea of sword wielding minions, laughing and throwing out quips as he prepared to face off against their main foe. 

For a single brief moment she allowed herself to hope, to pray that perhaps this time they would be victorious, that Chat would…

Her hopes were dashed as a long, wicked looking blade sliced its way clean through her partner’s chest.

Now that it was too late the enemies she had been facing off against suddenly were defeated with ease, and she rushed to her partner’s side.

“Minou,” she cooed brokenly as she pulled him into her lap. He coughed, blood trickling out from the edges of the shaky smile he attempted for her sake.

“It looks like I might have to cut this fight short My Lady,” he teased before another bought of coughing overtook him.

“Don’t move,” Ladybug pleaded, “just hold still. You have to hold on, for me. You have to, please, I can’t lose you again.”

“My lady…” he gasped, his hand reaching up to gently stroke her cheek, “it… it will be ok… you’ll… you’ll save me. Just like… like you always…”

He went still in her arms, his eyes drifting closed and his hand falling limply away.

“NO! Chat no, stay with me please! I can’t! I can’t keep doing this, I’m not strong enough!”

The scene began to dissolve again and she screwed her eyes shut and let out an anguished wail as she desperately tried to cling to her fallen partner, her fingers clutching around nothing.

“Make it stop!” she pleaded burying her face into the ground, unable to bear another cycle of this twisted game. “Please make it stop! I’ll give you my miraculous just bring him back!”

“My Lady-“

“NO!” She screamed clutching her head in her hands and giving in to the hysterical sobs that she could no longer contain. “I can’t… I can’t…”

“My Lady!”

“I can’t save him! Just let me save him!”

“Ladybug!”

Her eyes flew open as she felt herself pulled into a crushing embrace.

“Chat, you have to run! You have to go.”

“My Lady-“

“I have to give her my earrings,” Ladybug cried trying to wrestle free as her partner clamped her arms down, “let me go, I have to save you! You have to let me-“

“IT’s over!” Chat cried, not relaxing his hold on her.

“No, she’ll kill you, she always kills you. I have to-“

“Ladybug it’s over, I’ve got the akuma. I’ve got you.” He buried his face into the side of her neck and gentle stroked her back with one hand. His other arm was wrapped around her shoulders trying to keep her still, the hand fisted around something small and fluttering. “It’s ok, you aren’t trapped anymore. I’ve got you.”

“Chat…” she choked on another sob, clinging to him with a desperation she didn’t even know she could feel. “Chat…”

“I’m here. I’m right here. You’re safe My Lady. It wasn’t real.”

She slumped against him, her exhaustion and misery finally overtaking her as tears streamed unheeded down her face.

“You died. So many times… I couldn’t… I can’t…” she struggled to breathe as she greedily pressed into her partner. She pressed her ear to his chest to listen for the steady thump of his heart and feel the ragged rise and fall of his own fatigued breathing.

“Oh My Lady,” Chat whispered gently, holding her close, “you don’t need to cry over this.”

“Chat…”

“Don’t you know? They could kill me a thousand times and I would still come back to you.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”


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You Attempt Suicide

*TRIGGERING, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE ON THIS TOPIC. PLEASE NEVER TRY TO DO ANYTHING LIKE THIS EVER. ITS NOT WORTH IT.
IF YOU HAVE SERIOUS THOUGHTS ABOUT COMMITING SUICIDE, CALL A HOTLINE OR CALL SOMEBODY FOR HELP AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. IT IS NOT WORTH IT. IT WILL NEVER BE WORTH IT*

The vibration of Harry’s phone made him instantly stop changing, hurrying to answer his call before going back on stage. Sliping his phone out of his back pocket, Harry didn’t have the time to check to see who was calling as he slipped his shirt over his head.
“Hello?” Harry answered, fixing his hair quickly. “It was my fault, Harry, wasn’t it?” his wife’s voice whispered on the other line.
Harry instantly knew what she was talking about, making him freeze completely. He can not make her think this, he could never. He knew exactly what she was thinking, and he knew he couldn’t stop it.
“Y/n, don’t you dare think—”
“It’s true. It is my fault. Everyone on twitter is telling me that I’m a murderer.”
Harry slowly walked away from the boys, not having a care in the world about the limited time they had. There was no way he could leave her like this, and there was no way he was going to let her do what she was planning to do.
“Y/n, I’m telling you right now to not even think that this is your fault. We can try again. We have another chance to have a family.”
Y/n shifted so that she could reach the bottle of anti-depression pills she is supposed to only take 3 of per day. She was planning to take all of them. Maybe she could feel a bit of happiness before she could leave the Earth.
“I only have twelve left, Harry.”
“Y/N STOP IT! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!” Harry screamed, running back to where the boys are now.
He couldn’t let her do this. He couldn’t let her continue any more actions she’s thinking about. It would kill him if he wasn’t able to stop her.
“I can’t live like this anymore. The pain and the guilt that I carry with me everyday has already killed me, so why does it matter? Why does it matter if i leave?!” she yelled, and Harry could have sworn he heard something being thrown against the wall.
“Baby, listen to me right now. Baby, you got to answer me. You can’t do this to us.”
“I’m doing this for you!” she weeped, struggling to keep her breath.
Harry quickly took the phone away from his ear, yelling for one of the boys to call the police and to send them to his and y/n’s house.
Zayn quickly fumbled with the phone in his hands as he dialed the police. He was the only one able to move, as for the other boys were pale white, watching intensivley at Harry’s actions.
“You aren’t doing anything besides ruin me if you fucking do this to yourself.” Harry growled, running his hand through his hair as he paced around the room.
“I’m so sorry, Harry, but I can’t live like this anymore. I love you so, so much. You are the most beautiful, perfect angel to step into this world. You have so much love, Harry, you can make this world such a better place. I love you more than I could ever love anything else in this world. You’re my Heaven, my life, my heart. You’re my everything, but I wish I could stop this drinking, stop my addiction for you. Harry, I wish that more than anything. You deserve someone strong enough, strong enough to make you happy, and no matter how much I try, I can never do that for you. I love you too much to do this to you, Harry, please understand that.”
“Y/n, don’t you dare—Y/n?! Y/n?!” Harry screamed, hearing the line go dead against his ear.
“No. No!” He screamed again, his shaking hands calling her phone again, only for it to go straight to voicemail.
Harry’s body began to shake all over, his stomach churning as sweat formed onto his skin. His breathing became harsh as he started to see blurry. Everything was going by too quickly, and all he could think about doing was running. Running to save her.
“Get me home! Get me home!” Harry yelled, running toward the venue exit, barely seeing at all where he was going.
“Harry you have to stop!” Liam yelled, pushing Harry back before he could run any further away.
Harry fought with all of his power to push him off. His loud sobs rocking his body as he fought off Liam, trying anything he could to save his wife.
“THAT’S Y/N PLEASE THIS IS MY WIFE LIAM LET ME GO! LET ME GO! I NEED TO SAVE HER PLEASE, LIAM!” Harry screamed, sobbing in the process that his entire body gave out, pulling Liam against him so that he could feel some sort of protection as he cried loudly into his chest.
“She’s going to die Liam. It’s over, she’s g—going to—”
“The police are on their way, they aren’t going to let her do this to herself.” Liam whispered, holding Harry as if he was a lost boy.
Liam had never seen him so desperate, so horrified in his entire life. Liam had never felt the horrified, either. Y/n was his best friend, someone he could call his little sister, and it was hitting everybody all at once that Y/n had a chance of leaving them.
“I don’t want her to go, Liam. I don’t want her to go. She can’t leave me here alone, right? She can’t do this to me. I already lost my daughter and I can’t lose her.” Harry whimpered.
“She won’t” all the boys said, but they wished the could have believed it.
Harry let out a scream in Liam’s chest, wishing to get the image of what his wife is currently doing to herself out of his head. He wishes he could save her, be there for her before it’s too late.
No matter where he is, he is determined to save her. He can’t give up on her, he can’t.
Letting out a growl, Harry pushed Liam off of him so that he could call Y/n again. He’s never felt such a rush before, and the only thing that was on his mind was saving her.
“Pick up, pick up. Please pick up” he whispered, pacing back and forth in the dressing room.
“Harry?”
Her voice sounded so rough, so hoarse. It sounded like she had been screaming for hours, but even that was enough for Harry. It was more than enough.
“Baby? Y/n? Please don’t do this Y/n I am begging you pl—”
“I couldn’t Harry. I decided that I couldn’t do this to you. The ambulance came. I’m okay. I’m going to be put into a rehabiliation center for a couple of months. I’m going to be kept there until you come back. I’ve got a long way to go, but I hope this could fix us.”
Harry sighed, choking out a sob in the process, feeling the entire world being lifted up from his chest. He had never been so relieved in his entire life. He had felt so happy for it to end up this way.
“You scared the shit out of me” he breathed out.
“I’m sorry. I love you, and I won’t be able to contact you for a while, only through letters. But just know that I love you more than you will ever understand” she whispered.
Harry smiled, running his fingertips over their wedding ring as he closed his eyes gentley.
“I love you more, my angel.”
Walker bait.

Hi I’m new here Nd love it 👍 can u do me a imagine please? A story about a woman and her two sons who are with a group who end up using them as walker bait but daryl comes in and saves the day and falls in love ❤ please

I hope you like it! 💕


You woke up to the cries of your younger son, you opened your eyes abruptly and got on your feet immediately.

The morning air was cold and there was fog hovering over the forest your group had lured you into. Where were they, by the way?

You desperately followed the sobs of your son as you looked around to try and find your other child. Then you could hear him too, a wave of relief hit you when you heard his cries too, but it faded away quickly.

You finally reached them, both of them were trying to kill a walker. You felt a rush of adrenaline inside of you, running wildly and pushing you to keep your kids safe.

Grabbing the knife inside your boot, you rushed towards the walker and stabbed him repeatedly in the head until it stopped moving. You let the corpse drop to the ground and you crouched in front your children. They were shaking and holding each other’s hand, some tears were staining their red cheeks.

-My boys… —you whispered and pulled them to you. They hugged you and cried against your chest. —What were you doing here? I told you to always stay by my side!

-We’re sorry, mommy. —they said in one voice. You hugged them more tightly and kissed their cheeks, you didn’t want to scold them.

-They left, mommy. —your eldest son told you.

-I know, baby. —you said.

-They left when you were sleeping. —the youngest one murmured. You frowned, wondering if they had seen then leaving.

-Did you-

-They said they were coming this way. —he interrupted.

-What? How did you-

-They said we would keep them busy as they escaped. —his voice wasn’t shocked as you were as you heard him speak. —What does that mean, mommy?

You felt a sting in your stomach, anger and pain bubbling up inside you. How could someone be so cruel? Leaving two children as bait just to get a few minutes ahead of a herd.

Growling in the air made you take your mind off of that, you stood up quickly and walked through the trees, you reached the road and saw few walkers, but the sound seemed too loud to be only from about five walkers.

You turned back to your kids and told them to be quiet. You slowly climbed a tree to get a better view, and as you got higher, you could see more and more walkers. You gasped when you almost got to the top and realized there were around fifty of them walking down the road.

You climbed down quickly and ran to your children desperately, they were confused to see you so scared.

-What’s wrong, mommy?

-Nothing, my love. —you faked a smile. —We shouldn’t stay here, let’s go get our things.

You returned to your camp, or the place where your group had told you to stay in as they cowardly ran away.
As you started gathering your stuff, you realized that the people that had abandoned you had also stolen your things. Your flashlight, a couple of water bottles, your power bars and your gun.

You closed your eyes and took a moment to think about your options. The only one was to run away, but the walkers were so close and so many to outrun. There was no other way, though, they had taken your gun and you only had a knife. A knife and two children who had no idea that that could be your last day on earth.

The odds weren’t on your favour, but you had to try, for your sons.

-Let’s go, kids. —you said and held their hands in either one of yours.

You walked through the woods carefully, trying to step slowly so the sound wouldn’t call the walkers. You turned your head back every five seconds, making sure that there weren’t any undead corpses near you.

Your youngest son screamed, you turned to look at him quickly and grabbed his hand more tightly.

-What is it? —you asked him. He pointed his finger at something between the trees in front of you. It was a walker, you narrowed your eyes and realized there was more than one. You couldn’t take them down by yourself and you didn’t want to leave your kids alone while you fought the undead, so you pulled your sons towards the road, away from the walkers in the wounds.

As soon as you walked out of the forest, you saw more than a few walkers. There were hundreds of them growling and walking towards you.

Both of your kids screamed as the saw the same picture as you, you tried to hush them but it was no use, they had already seen you.

You turned around, planning on heading the other way but the other herd had already reached you.

You became numb, you couldn’t hear your kids’ screaming anymore nor feel how they tugged on your hands desperately.

Someone turned you around strongly by your shoulder. It was a man, his hair was covering most his face but you could tell that his eyes were on your kids. He was holding a crossbow with one hand only, you knew he was strong.

-This way. —he said gruffly and gestured foe you to follow him. Under normal circumstances you wouldn’t have trusted him, but those were by no means normal circumstances and your sons were in danger. You followed him into the woods, he led the way and shot an arrow through rotten heads each time a walker crossed your path.

A branch that laid on the ground got tangled in one of your son’s foot and he fell to the ground. You were about to bent over to pick him up, but the man turned around quickly and carried him; he kept running with your son in his arms until you arrived to a church.

He rushed towards it and knocked on the door violently. A woman opened the door, her hair was tied in pigtails with a grey cap on her head; she saw you first, she seemed confused but her face softened once she saw the child holding your hand.
She raised her head and saw the man, he was still carrying your son, the girl stepped aside and let you enter the church.

You sat on a pew and laid your kid on your lap. The man that had saved you sat your other son next to you.

-Thank you. —you whispered. His hair was still falling in locks over his face, the church was a little dark, so now you couldn’t see his eyes. He nodded and walked away.

As the sun went down and the moon took its place, you stayed on the pew with your kids. They were scared and most likely traumatized by what had happened earlier.

-Here, you must be hungry. —he said as he handed you three cans of beans with spoons in each one of them.

You took them and gave one to each one of your kids, they pulled them from your hands and took the spoons to their mouths almost savagely.

You chuckled at the sight of them, caressing their hair as they ate.

-Thank you… so much. —you added, immensely grateful at what he had done for you.

-It’s nothing. —he muttered and stayed still, after a few seconds of keeping his eyes on yours, he walked away.

You watched your children eat and you had a few spoonfuls of beans yourself, but your mind couldn’t stop thinking about that man. He had risked his own life for three people he didn’t even know, he had taken you to his shelter and fed you, when the people that you had been trusting for a couple of months had left you and your sons to die.

The people inside the church started laying on the floor or the other pews to sleep and your kids did the same.
You watched them sleep, their chests rising and falling made you feel calm, they were alive, they were next to you.

-They okay? —he sat next to you and pointed his hand at your kids.

-Yes, they’re okay. —you smiled to yourself without taking your eyes off of them.

-Good. —he muttered. You bit the insides of your cheeks to keep yourself from speaking the question that was burning your tongue.

-Why? —you asked at last. He frowned at you. —Why did you help us? You don’t even know us.

-I don’t have to know you to know that your lil kids don’t deserve to die like that. —he said.

-Thank you, you have no idea how grateful I am… —you said and the tears that you had been holding back to pretend you were strong for your kids started falling down your face. —I love them so much, they’re my babies, I don’t know what I’d do without them.

-It’s okay, they’re safe now. —he told you. You let your face fall to your hands and sobbed quietly.

He hesitated about comforting you, he wanted to hold you and hug you, but as you had said, he didn’t even know you and you would most likely freak out for having a stranger holding you closely, at least that’s what he thought. But you did want him to hold you, you wanted him to wrap his arms around you and pull you into a warm embrace, but he seemed like a guarded person, he didn’t speak much and he turned his gaze away every time his eyes met yours.

-I’m sorry. —you wiped your tears with the back of your hand as you sniffed. —I just don’t want anything to happen to them.

-I know. —he muttered and nodded. —I’ll keep them safe.

You smiled and placed a hand on his knee, you felt him jump slightly when he felt your hand on him, so you pulled it away and left it on your own knee. But he hadn’t felt uncomfortable, he had actually felt surprised about how nice your touch had made him feel.

His hand moved awkwardly from the pew towards you and he let it fall softly on yours.

Betrayed ~ Aris/Reader

johama-mason sorry this took so long, hope you ends up being worth the wait.


The evening air is warm and humid as your group make their way down the side of the mountain. The boy, Thomas, is hanging back from the main group and you can tell it’s because he doesn’t exactly trust you guys yet. You get it; you wouldn’t be too keen on the people who’d wanted you dead not two days ago either, but all the same you don’t like him being back there alone… not with Teresa still AWOL. You have a feeling she won’t let go of her vendetta easily.

You’d been against killing Thomas from the moment you’ heard about the plan, it had sickened you to your stomach the way your friends had just agreed to go thought with it and you’d wished in that moment that Aris was there with you. You knew he’d agree with you… especially after what had happened with Rachel.

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