“Look,” Yellow said, inhaling deeply, “I’m sorry. For Rose Quartz’s
trial. I knew how difficult it was, and I just made it harder for you. I
understand if you’re angry.”
sure if it was. But she looked at the gem next to her — a zircon just
like her, made in the same batch, someone she’d worked alongside for
four thousand years — and she couldn’t be mad. They’d both grown since
the trial. She could see it in Yellow’s eyes, and in how Yellow looked
at her in response.
7.13.13: the day you passed. knowing you’re gone, it hurts like hell. 4 years is a long time, and not seeing your smile makes it feel even longer. you will forever be missed Cory, you were a living angel on earth. it’s stupid that you had to go so soon. it’s not fair. people say, “only the good die young” and you’re a prime example of that. you were and continue to be so loved even though you’re no longer physically here. so, thank you for the smiles, laughs, tears, and everything in between Cory. thank you for changing the lives of so many people, especially lea’s. I don’t understand why it had to be you this day four years ago. But Cory, you are dearly missed and i’m not sure how we’ve made it this long without you. thank you for the memories and the time you gave us. it is all so precious and i’ll hold it dearly for the rest of my life. I also know without a doubt that i’ll be binge watching the quarterback today and sink into a puddle of my own tears like I always do.❤️😭👼🏻
“How you doing?” Tony peeked his head into the small room, and Steve looked up with a tired smile.
“Tony. Hey. Not bleeding anymore.” He rotated his shoulder gingerly. “Bullet went clean through so they stitched me up and I should be fine, other than the pain.”
“I have ibuprofen.” Tony offered and shook the bottle in his hand. “If you want it.” It seemed like an inadequate offering after all they had gone through today, but it was all he had.
“Thank you.” Steve nodded and Tony handed him several pills before sitting down next to him on the small bed. “And thank you… For the slingshot grenade. Saved my life I’m sure. Brock would have tried his damndest to slice me up.”
“Yeah.” Tony shrugged. “Yeah. No problem.”
“You okay?” Steve shifted uncomfortably, leaning back against the wall and trying not to jar his arm. “I mean, after today. That wasn’t exactly a calm ending to a pretty shitty few days. You… I mean, there were six men down there when you threw the grenades. It shakes a man up, to do that sort of thing. It’s alright to not be alright after.”
“Yeah, I know.” Tony looked down at his hands, rolling the ibuprofen bottle between them slowly. “I know. Six men. But you were down there too so–” he shrugged again, looking like he didn’t know what to say. “So you know. What choice did I have?”
It was stiff between them, neither one of them willing to be the first to bring up the kiss the thing that neither one of them were willing to bring up.
Steve didn’t want to bring it up because he was afraid Tony would be angry about it and want an apology.
Tony didn’t want to bring it up because he was afraid he would launch himself at Steve and demand another one.
So they ended up sitting and not looking at each other.
Almost six months ago, I learned that you survived Culloden.
You made history, my darling! Q.E.D.
As many nights as I’ve lain awake in those months cursing myself for not having looked sooner, I know I shall thank God every day of my life for the series of events that led me at last to the right pages, to you. When I fully realized what it meant— that you had been spared the death you faced so bravely that April morning, the death that has haunted my thoughts and my nightmares for so long— It was like a wound, the oldest and deepest scar ripped back open, inch by inch. I was completely laid bare from it, from the storm of emotions warring within me: such joy, such anguish for the lost time (how many more years could we have had, Jamie, had I looked?), such fear—and then joy again, because the years of grief could now be ended, and *against all reason!* I could see you again.
Likewise will I thank God every day for the small voice in my head that nudged me at the very last moment to go first to Lallybroch, rather than to your shop in Edinburgh. Please thank Jenny for me. She explained everything.
It is for the best, that it happened this way; easier, I think, for all concerned. Perversely, despite the shock, I find myself smiling in this moment: for we promised there would be no lies between us, remember? It is a promise I make to you again, today. You can know, then, with absolute certainty, that it can be no lie when I tell you that I am glad— glad and on-my-knees grateful to Heaven—that you have found true happiness.
After all the pain and the loss, the war and the hunger and the suffering you’ve endured, to know that you have a wife with whom you’ve found something new and wonderful; that you have had the joy of holding your own children in your arms, to have seen them be born and grow? It is a balm, Jamie, a comfort to know that despite all the cruelty fate has dealt you—dealt us— you have been blessed with such great and abundant joy. Never would I wish anything less for you, just as I know you would not for me.
It is my deepest prayer that as you read these words, you will know the truth of them, will be able to feel my heart through the page, and KNOW that from its very depths, I wish you every happiness with your wife and your daughters.
And yet I couldn’t leave, couldn’t go back from whence I came, without telling you about another little girl, who was born the 23rd of November the year of Culloden.
I hope the contents of the brown packet, here enclosed, tell you more than any words could about your daughter—our daughter—Brianna Ellen.
Jamie was shaking—no, he was
Every breath wrenched through him, agonizing, and the tears were falling, blurring his vision. He had to sit back on his haunches to keep them from dropping onto the page and blurring her precious words.
His hands were quaking with
Jesus, GOD in
He COULD NOT think
Thoughts, words, they were—
They failed him, simply abandoned him as he shook on the study rug. Only his body seemed to know the way, for he was snatching for the parcel, tearing at the string binding the paper. There was an oily, unidentifiable wrapping within, then a layer of soft flannel, and then
The sound that escaped him—He didn’t even know there existed such a sound within him. It was terrible and beautiful at once, and though it was in no language, what he felt, his lips over and over formed a word, the only word he could muster: “No….NO….”
For as though a great knife had cut through those terrible, looming stones on the accursed hill, Jamie held his infant daughter, newly-born, sleeping there in the palms of his hands. The portrait—picture?—painting?—was all in shades of grey, and yet somehow lifelike as a true bairn in miniature before him, like peering through a spyglass straight into that distant life.
He had not a single thought to spare for how, or by what means…
He could only trace the bitty wee fists curled on the blanket, the sweet wisps of hair on the tiny skull.
“Oh, mo chridhe…”
He couldn’t look away, could not even blink, though tears were coursing downward.
God, the child —this very child —
—delivered safely into the world and into the arms of her mother—her mother.…
The babe had lived—LIVED.
The pad of his thumb caught slightly as he caressed her cheek, and the portrait slid upward just enough to reveal — “Ohh…Jesus…”
She was grown to a toddling child, eating a cake that was smeared all about her face. And damn him if he didn’t LAUGH amidst the weeping to see just how pleased with herself she looked for it, a cuddly toy raised in triumph like a sword, four wee teeth visible as she giggled out a victory cry.
There she was again, older, standing in a great snowfall, naught but wee cheeks and grinning eyes visible under the great padded suit she wore against the cold.
Older, still. Three? Four? Sitting proper-like in a pretty frock with her hair combed smooth.
Such a sweet face—
Older, still, standing with a wee box in her hand beside a giant something with wheels, proud and eager, eyes bright.
And then he was gasping as the spyglass world ignited into blazing, brilliant colors. He saw his daughter’s hair, red and victorious and shining against the black coat of the huge dog she hugged tight; saw the pink flush of her cheeks, spread down her neck as it always did his, when he was happy and exuberant.
On and on flashed the paintings, these captured momentsof his daughter’s life.
Going fishing and doing a damn fine job of it.
Playing uproariously in the sea-surf, splashing and laughing with complete abandon.
Absolutely lovely as as she grew out of girlhood, and God, how vividly he could see Claire in her, as she did—in the lines of her, the way she held her mouth, tilted her head—that broad, clear brow that begged to be kissed, reverently—
Laughing, carefree, safe.
Braw and strong as she chopped wood. Good lass!
Gazing softly out a window, seeming not even to notice her image being captured.
until he was gasping and looking at the last portrait, of an achingly beautiful young woman sitting on a rock before a fire, making camp for the night, perhaps. Her face was cast in the same golds and red as her hair; the dreams of her heart seeming to dance across her eyes—as they always did her mother’s. His daughter…grown.
The paintings were strewn all around him on the carpet, a tableau of her; her life. On his knees he bowed over them, overwhelmed and shuddering with great sobs as he looked, and looked, and looked.
She would be—
…..she was well.
The child HAD been safe.
It hadn’t been for naught.
He fell, then, and sheltered her like a cloak, keeping his child, his daughter, safe and shielded from the world for just one moment; safe…his….
It was only sudden, ripping, screaming panic that yanked him out of the quiet calm, searching wildly, fumbling with desperate hands—
But relief tore from his throat just as suddenly as he found a second page:
Not everything can be captured in a photograph, of course (that’s what they’re called. Did I ever tell you about them?), and there’s so much I long to tell you about this wonderful person.
Will you believe she’s been taller than me since the age of thirteen? She carries it like a queen, though, like I imagine your mother did. She doesn’t slouch or try to hide. Not Bree.
Oh, yes: most people call her Bree, for short.
She bites her nails, when she’s thinking hard. I don’t even think she notices when she’s doing it.
She’s absolutely brilliant, Jamie, studying at one of the top universities in the world to be a historian. You would be so very proud of her.
She’s not perfect, of course. Perhaps her biggest flaw as half-Scottish is that she HATES whisky, haha. I’ll do my best to win her over, though, don’t you worry.
She’s a spectacular artist, another way in which she takes after her grandmother. She captures you, completely.
That statement, actually, is true in more ways than one. Our Brianna is captivating, in every way.
She’s an absolute wonder with maths and figures
—as natural to her as breathing, it seems, just like they are for you.
She smiles in her sleep, just like her father.
She’s so like you, Jamie, it breaks my heart.
After Frank died—But Lord, I haven’t said anything of him.
It was two years ago. He had a good, full life, and he loved Bree more than anything in the world. He could have been cruel, could have taken out his anger upon the child, the very breathing manifestation of the ways in which I’d betrayed him—but he didn’t. From the moment he first held her, Frank loved her as his own, and while things between he and I were tenuous, to say the least, I will always love him for the father he was to her, for the sacrifices he made for her. I hope that is a comfort to you, and not a blow.
After he was gone, after giving her time to grieve, it felt important that Bree should know about you, about the stones. It took—well, it frankly took a bloody lot of luck and a jolly good miracle to get her to believe, *but she does.* She loved Frank with all her heart, but she knows now that Jamie Fraser was her father. IS her father.
You should know that she was instrumental in finding you. She persisted when I would have faltered under the doubts and the fears. As ecstatic and overjoyed as I was at the news that you were alive, I was so afraid Jamie, for you, for me, for Bree.
Even though I know she, too, was plagued with fears, she remained strong; and she kept ME strong. Even at the very stones, when I was so wracked with guilt over leaving her forever that I would have stayed, for her sake, she was there to strengthen me, to tell me not to look back. She said that she was giving me back to you, and that if I didn’t go, *she* would. ‘Someone has to find him and tell him I was born,’ she said, and she meant it.
THAT is the kind of person your daughter is growing to be, Jamie: determined, and brilliant, and selfless for the sake of those she loves; *and that includes you.* She asked me to give you a kiss, just from her. I’ve left it here, on the page, for you to keep, always.
Brianna has been the greatest joy of my life since we parted, a joy that would have been richer only if I had been granted the grace to raise her with you at my side. Thank you for her. THANK YOU for making me go on, for her sake. Despite everything, it has been a good life. Even in those long years of grief, I had the joy of seeing you every day, of seeing your spirit, there in the child of our love. And I’m so very grateful.
I’ll keep telling her about you. There wasn’t enough time, before I left. She’ll be able hear everything, now. I promise.
Jamie shook his head hard, fast, feeling for a third page that wasn’t there. “No…”
Be happy, Jamie Fraser, and LIVE.
“No,” he moaned. his eyes clinging to the fleeting words, even as he begged them not to stop. “Claire…”
“Mo nighean donn, don’t
Those next seconds were everlasting, each terrible, catastrophic truth echoing in his soul like the toll of a great bell, over and over.
She had been here
Claire had been here
She was sitting at the bottom of the staircase, crying hard into Ian’s shoulder. When the study door crashed open, her head shot up and she jumped to her feet, her face pure terror. “Jamie, mo ch—”
“When?” He snarled it, and Jenny convulsed with a deep sob like a swallowed scream, and covered her face with her hands.
Jamie was thundering toward her, a veil of red over his vision as he demanded, “WHEN?”
Ian—in a shockingly deft and smooth movement given the leg—shot to his feet, shielding Jenny from Jamie’s rage with his body.
In all truth, the rational parts of Jamie’s mind were glad for Ian’s presence, for that was the only thing keeping the blood rage from taking control, from taking revenge. “WHEN was she here, woman?” he bellowed over Ian’s shoulder, “How fucking long did ye see fit to keep—”
Ian shoved him, eyes blazing. “You’ll NOT talk that way to—”
“Mor—ning—”Jenny sobbed, her voice a strangled whisper, “—gone before—Jamie! Oh, Jamie, I ken I’ll—never for—give mys—for—”
“HOW MANY MONTHS?” he roared, overtaken by despair, overtaken by rage, becoming a nameless beast under it. “HOW MANY YEARS, JENNY?”
“This morning—” she wailed, “To—TO—DAY—”
And then a great wave, tall as a mountain, rose up within Jamie, blasting out everything within him in a single cataclysmic moment of clarity.
T O D A Y
Then she was—
She could be no more than—
He vaulted up the stairs four at a time, paying no heed to Janet and Wee Ian and the others who were gathered at the top of the staircase, wide-eyed and pale and gaping.
Less than a minute later, he thundered back down past them all, breeks only half-laced under his boots, traveling bag on his back.
“No,” Jenny moaned, grasping at his sleeve as he passed and trying to hold him back. “Jamie, ye canna—Ye CANNA catch her, she's—GONE—she’s—”
He shook her off, hard enough to knock her off-balance, and ran to the kitchen, shoving what food he could lay his hands on into his sack and moving straight to the door, so crazed with determination he could barely see what it was he took. Food didn’t matter. Fatigue, already tugging at him, didn’t matter. Claire was—
“Jamie, she’s nearly a day ahead—” Jenny caught the handle just as he did, eyes absolutely wild. “Ye dinna even ken where she’s bound or—”
He spared his sister one look, and let all the hate and contempt, the rage and the betrayal show there as he growled, “I ken precisely where she’s bound.”
Atomic Blonde first look: Charlize Theron goes on the attack
Two summers after Charlize Theron redefined heroism in the decaying, post-apocalyptic world of Mad Max,she is re-imagining the Cold War thriller as a femme-fatale master spy
who brawls like an MMA star. Atomic Blonde, due out July 28 — and debuting at SXSW this weekend - is a poppy, punk-rock take on the genre by fight choreographer-turned-director David Leitch (John Wick).
It’s Berlin, 1989. Depeche Mode and New Order dominate the airwaves,
the wall is about to come down, and Theron’s character Lorraine
Broughton is sent into the chaotic city to retrieve a most-wanted
dossier. James McAvoy plays her hardened, fur-coated fellow agent.
(You’ve never seen a black mesh tank-top look so good.)
au for @everythingelsegoesherethen: dean winchester owns the marauders’ map and uses it to make sure he and castiel always ‘accidentally’ meet at strange times.
Since he became a Prefect at the beginning of his fifth year, Castiel Novak has dealt with a lot of troublemakers who clearly just haven’t read the Hogwarts rulebook.
Dean Winchester is not one of these.
Dean Winchester is clever. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s read the handbook and
And he never, ever gets caught.
Which is why Castiel is confused when he apprehends Dean for the third time in a month, trying unsuccessfully to get into a secret passage out of the school that Cas /knows he knows exactly how to access. And yet he’s tapping all over the one-eyes witch with his wand, cluelessly trying every combination of “Let me in!” that he can, acting for all the world as though he’s under some kind of Confundus charm.
He turns the light of his wand on Dean, and Dean turns around, doing a very good job of pretending to be startled.
“Yeah, that’s me,” the boy grins, blushing and looking down at the floor but not seeming at all upset that he’s just been caught breaking five school rules at once.
“Yes, well, you’re out of bed after lights out, you’re messing with school property and you’re using magic in the corridors.” Cas is a little flustered and he can’t even explain why, but he still manages to tick at least some of the offenses off on his fingers.
“I /am? Oh, man, Cas, I’m so sorry. And I promise you it won’t happen again.” Dean is all mock-apologetic as he claps Cas on the shoulder and starts to walk away down the corridor.
“F-five points from Gryffindor!” Cas calls after him in a shaky voice.
This becomes a recurring problem. The following week, Cas runs into Dean in the restricted section of the library without a note giving him permission to be there. A few days later, he catches Dean in the act when he’s just about to set off a whole box of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes fireworks. Another time, he finds Dean on the Quidditch pitch after dark when it’s supposed to be locked up, flying loops just to show off. Sometime after that, Cas goes to take a bath in the Prefects’ bathroom at the end of a long day, and he finds the tub already overflowing with bubbles, Dean in a pair of red swimming shorts lazily swimming laps.
And for some reason it’s always harder for Cas to keep his cool around Dean that it is around anyone else. Usually he’ll dole out detentions without even blinking;the whole school respecting his authority, but something about this kid has him barely remembering the name of the red and gold house that he’s supposed to be taking points from. It /irks him, because he was given the Prefect position for a /reason, and he’s supposed to be unbiased and impartial and above such things.
After all this has been going on for a good few months, and Cas is no closer to figuring out what exactly is going on in Dean Winchester’s unfairly pretty head, he finds a piece of parchment on the floor. It’s on his normal patrol route, but not on a main corridor - it’s on one of the back routes that only Cas is responsible for walking down on his shift after lights out. It’s placed right in the middle of the corridor where Cas is guaranteed to see it. Almost as though it was left especially for him.
He picks it up. It looks blank at first, but when he unfolds it, he sees that it’s a map - an incredibly detailed map of the whole of Hogwarts castle, every room drawn, Cas believes, perfectly to scale, labelled in calligraphy, every secret passage and hidden entryway marked. Not only that, but the map is enchanted, constantly moving, staircases twisting their way through the halls in what Cas suspects is real time, and most importantly of all, tiny sets of footprints making their way through the castle halls, each with a name attached to them. Cas spots his own name next to his own footprints, which are still in the exact spot that he’s in.
He takes a step forward, and the footprints move with him.
Most of the spots are clustered in the common rooms and dormitories at this time of night; just a few Prefects and professors wandering up and down the corridors. But Cas has a sneaking suspicion he knows who this map belongs to, and the person doesn’t seem to be in the Gryffindor boys’ dormitories where he should be. Against his will, Cas finds his eyes skating over the map, looking for the potential offender.
Dean Winchester’s spot is pacing the Tallest Astronomy Tower.
Of course, none of this necessarily means that the map /actually corresponds to where people actually are. It could just be an example. Could be everyone is placed randomly and doesn’t move, no matter where they really are.
Which, of course, explains why Cas is already walking purposefully towards the Astronomy tower, taking each set of stairs two at a time, checking the map every few seconds to make sure Dean is still in the same place.
He reaches the door to the tower, and he’s not even completely conscious of why he’s doing it, but he runs a hand through his hair to fluff it up and he straightens his blue and bronze tie before he walks inside.
Dean’s there, as predicted, no longer pacing but standing in the center of the room - waiting for him? The tower is open to the heavens - not like the Great Hall, not like an enchanted version of the sky, but actually open, the summer night stars glinting down and reflecting off of magical lights that have been conjured and left to hover all around the edge of the circular tower room, a light breeze ruffling Cas’ robes as he steps towards Dean, noticing that the usually bare wooden floor is scattered with large, puffy gold and bronze cushions.
Cas holds out the map. “I think this is yours.”
Dean takes it from him, not at all surprised to see Cas there. “Don’t think it’s really anyone’s. Thing kind of has a mind of its own. But yes, I’ve been using it for a while.”
“Tell me something?” Cas asks. “You just admitted this is yours. With this you can see anyone coming at any time, you can always stay one step ahead of any professor or prefect, you never have to get found out by anyone. But you keep letting me catch you. Why?“
"That depends,” Dean says with a smirk. “Why’d you bring the map back instead of handing it into a professor? Seems like it’s a contraband object. Seems like I /should get in trouble.”
Cas opened his mouth to retort to that, but realized he didn’t have anything to say. Why /had he come here? Dean was right, after all. His first instinct, as a Prefect with designs on Head Boy at some point in the future, should have been to turn the object over to a member of staff. His mind shouldn’t even necessarily have jumped to Dean. But it had, and now he was here.
“Alright. That aside, why’d you wait for me? Why’d you pick a specific place, here, that you have /no reason to be and just pace around hoping I’d show up to find you?”
Dean spluttered, but quickly recovered. “Why’d you look for me on the map? Why’d you stare at it for so long that you saw where I was in the first place?”
“Why’d you decorate? The stars, the lights, the cushions? Why’d you set this all up for a special occasion?”
They stared at each other for a while, breathing heavily, waiting for the other one to be the first to break.
Cas cracked, and Dean gave up at the same moment, and then he both of them were lunging towards each other, Dean grabbing Cas by the tie he’d just straightened, pulling it askew, Cas fisting both of his hands in Dean’s robes, both yanking the other towards them, crashing their lips together so hard that it was almost painful when they met, their bodies falling into each other, their teeth clashing and their noses bumping and when they pull apart, they both tumble down onto the pile of cushions they’ve set up and /now Cas understands why they’re there, /now it makes sense because their landing is soft and they can reach for each other again immediately, both of them lying on their sides in the heap of fluffy pillows, kissing each other over and over and over again, each one making their lips tingle. Over time, as they grow used to the feeling, the kisses become slower, softer, more languid, and the hooded eyes when they pull away from each other are less from desire and more from tiredness, and they’re both sure they’d be happy to sleep here.
"So, what? You’ve been risking detention and house points for Gryffindor and your reputation as someone who never gets caught just to… just to get my attention?” Cas asks finally, propping himself up on one elbow.
Dean tugs him back down and kisses him again. “Well, you’re risking your Prefect position right now. But I feel like you always have to risk a little something to get the best things in life.”
And between holding hands on long walks by the lake, between screaming themselves hoarse together at Quidditch matches, between feeding each other Bertie Botts’ Every Flavour Beans while studying in the library, and between many, many more long nights in the Astronomy tower, Cas learns that as frustrating and complicated as he is; Dean is definitely one of the best things in his life.
“Alright everyone, I know that this is a very difficult time for us now that Lance is gone, but we need to figure out what to do now that he is away. We need to find a temporary replacement until we get him back somehow.” Allura instructed. It had been a solid week since Lance had left Voltron. Tension filled the castle constantly as everyone took their time to cope with the loss of a friend.
“Why don’t you just take over piloting Blue again? You have experience flying her, you have a bond with her, it’s the quickest solution” Keith’s voice cut through the air. Everyone seemed to agree since she obviously had chemistry with piloting the lion. Allura pondered for a moment before she made her choice.
“We will see what Blue will allow. She has kept her barrier up since Lance left so we will see if she opens up for anyone and if she does, that’s who will pilot her. I don’t know if she will allow me to pilot her again.” She responded, standing from her seat. Everyone stood from their chairs and followed her as she made her way to Blues hangar. No one spoke as they made their way through the castle, it was too quiet for comfort, without Lance present to break the tension with some stupid joke that would annoy everyone but secretly they all enjoyed his humor.
Now standing in front of Blues barrier Allura held her hand up to it, seeing if she would open up to her. Nothing happened, Coran and Matt stood to the side, they understood why it wouldn’t open for her. She had been one of the team who had hurt Lance all this time. Paladin after paladin attempted to open her barrier but to no avail. The Lion sat, silent, responding to no one’s attempts to gain her trust. This was until Coran and Matt were told to try. Coran shoved Matt to try before him.
Summary;Y/N get’s detention for not doing her homework again but Mr.Hemming’s has a different kind of punishment for her.
Message me if you would like part 2!
Part 2 will contain sex just a little warning!
I hope you enjoy this, i had this in my notes and decided i would post it
i knew getting involved with him was a bad idea but now i can’t help it.
it was never meant to be like this.
I got detention, nothing knew there.
But something changed, he didn’t look at me the same. I thought something was up with him but i never thought having sex with him would change everything.
I am in love with my teacher and there is nothing i can do about it.
He ignores me every chance he can get and he asked if i could transfer English class.
it’s not fair,but he’s married.
his words to me that night were “i love my wife, i want to make it work”
i never expected it to happen like it did, but who knew detention would lead to having an affair for 4 months with a teacher, a married teacher.
The sex was great, better than i had ever had.
i’m 17 years old and have had 3 boyfriends in high school so i wasn’t a stranger to sex, i have had it plently of times but i never had that feeling i had when i was with him.
nobody knows about not even my best friend Lucy. She would freak out if she knew,she had a crush on him but i never really did until that day.
it has been really hard not having anyone to talk to, i could talk to him but he won’t talk to me.
Yesterday at School just as the bell rang for home time i saw her, his wife. She’s beautiful, everything i wish i was. She has long blonde hair, the body and the face. No wonder he loves her, no wonder he want’s to be with her over me.
They were high school sweethearts he told me, he had the biggest crush on her since Sophomore when he was at school, he talked about her like he still had a crush on her.
It broke my heart, but it was my fault for asking him about her.
Things haven’t been working out in his marriage the last couple of months, anyone could see that at school. He wasn’t himself, always arriving late to class, clothes not ironed and he looked angry like he had just been arguing with someone. Which was probably his wife.
I guess that’s why we kept having sex for four months, i was his escape.
he made me feel special. Yes the sex was rough but sweet.
I really thought he liked me, i remember the first time.
4 Months ago..
It happened on a Wednesday but days before i could tell something was up with him. He stared at me more than he should have, when he passed my table i could feel his hands touch me longer than it should have.
By Wednesday.. i was convinced maybe he liked me but i thought it was just my crazy thinking.
I got to class early because i wanted to see him,it was quiet when i walked in. Mr. Hemmings was just going through some marking when i entered. He looked up and then looked down not saying anything, i thought nothing of it and then i just sat down on my seat.
“Well looks like i’m the first one here again” I mumbled to myself as i tilted my head slightly hoping to get a reaction from him or even a sound.
“SHUT UP” Luke shouted dropping his marking on the table making them spread all of it and fall onto the ground.
He walked around his table angrily over to me, i thought he was going to shout at me but next thing i know his hands are on my waist pulling me up to stand on my feet.
everything happened so quick. i didn’t have time to think or to even breathe and then he spoke
“You need to shut up you prick teasing little bitch”
i was so shocked by his words..
I never thought he would ever speak to me like that and the tone he used aswell shocked me more than anything,but i couldn’t help but feel turned on. It wasn’t a tone he would use when he was shouting at a pupil in class, it was like a dominant voice.
But how am i a prick teasing little bitch? I don’t walk around with my skirt up to my arse, i don’t unbutton my top for him in class, i’m just a normal pupil.
What have i done?
i was about to speak to try and calm him down but he spoke again “ You’re going to listen to me and not speak. The rules are;
”Rule 1;You only answer with Yes Sir, No Sir"
“Rule 2;Don’t ever call me by my name”
and Rule 3;Never speak of this to anyone"
“Do you understand Y/N” he said
“Ye sir” i spoke.
What is he going to do now..
So guys i hope you liked this, i wrote this ages ago so i’m sorry if it’s shit!
I was going to write the smut part and then post it but i’m going to see if you guys like it or not first.
Message me or comment if you would like me to continue this.
baaaaaaaaaack! Remember that K-Squad crossover squiggle art I did for April
Fools where I guest starred Excalibur from Soul Eater. Whelp, since some of you
guys seemed to like this idea, guess who decided to bring him back for a sequel
who’s back to mess with the kwamis again? That
monocle wearing legendary little shit, that’s who!
I love Excalibur. To be honest, I never quite finished watching out Soul Eater
(Soul Eater meisters, don’t hurt me). I think I made it to like episode 19 or
so but that was like four years ago. Never finished it BUT I do remember
Excalibur. Like who could forget him, am I right? Let’s be honest, even you’ve
never watched a Soul Eater episode in your life, you’ve probably heard of
Excalibur. He was one of the best funniest running gags of the show for me. I
really lover Excalibur as a character and as you all know, I also really love
the kwamis from Miraculous.
Do I think these guys
would mesh well if they met for realsies with Excalibur being kwamified? PfffffffT! HA! Nope. The
only kwami I believe might actually get along well with Excalibur would be Trixx
surprisingly. Mainly cause, like her holder Alya, I think Trixx would totally
fangirl if she got to meet someone cool and famous and who is more famous than
the legendary Excalibur.
me feel bad for poor Nooroo being all jelly and purple with envy cause his foxy
lady is giving another dude attention. Don’t worry Nooroo, Trixx still loves
you, you adorable purple nurple you.
She’s just more dazzled by Excalibur because…c’mon. Who is more fabulous than Excalibur?
ask me how Excalibur even got the kwamis to be his foolish pawns for the day
(probably through sheer bribery meaning that they had no choice but to submit
to his will and entertain him as a means of not having to deal with his
annoying butt all day). Just roll with it. The scenario doesn’t make a lot of
sense. But boy does it make for some good ole humour or at least a chuckle or
the character himself, I think I’ll make Kwami Excalibur a running gag in my
K-SQUAD sessions. You never know when he might pop up again…just know that
like Arnold Schwarzenegger in the Terminator, he’ll be back to reign his
annoyingly legendary head.
of K-SQUAD sessions, this is piece number 25. Only one piece left before I
conclude this first session of my Miraculous K-SQUAD art. As always, I hope everyone will
enjoy this week’s newest squiggle. See you guys next time for the finale. Until
then, always staaaaay tune for more star kids!
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ♥ More Miraculous Art by Squiggles
What were ur thoughts on Kent that ngozi agreed w!!
ok this is gonna be really long because it was basically the Best
Day Of My Life, so. settle in kiddos.
(this is also very very heavily referenced from chat logs where I
talked about this the day after it happened and a couple of posts I
made / tags I wrote around that time. so even though all of this
happened like four months ago, I think it’s still reasonably
accurate. but obviously memories are flawed things etc)
so ok first of all ngozi is SO FUNNY AND NICE in person ahhhhh
I was wearing my kent parson jersey that I made!
…… but when I
first saw her table, I got super overwhelmed and nervous so I
like…… walked by really quickly without looking at her and just
did a lap around the dealer’s room??? so I could calm down??? haha oh my god
it was so awkward.
I was actually hoping she hadn’t
seen me but apparently she DID because later I was talking to someone
who’d been standing by her table when I walked by and APPARENTLY
she whispered, “PARSE JERSEEEEYYYY” when she saw me omfg
but anyway she was super friendly right away and asked me if she
could take pictures & wanted to know how I made my shirt / etc
etc. we talked for a minute and then (of course) she asked me,
“so, why do you like parse?”
and tbh…… I’m still not sure how I was this smooth but I
immediately said, in a Very Diplomatic Voice, “I like characters
who have a lot of room to grow.”
which made her laugh!!! she was like, “that’s refreshing!!
that’s a really great answer!!! a lot of people are just like, ‘I
like him because he’s an asshole!!‘”
WHICH SHE SAID MAKES HER REALLY SAD, GUYS.
…I think it makes her sad half because she doesn’t get why
someone would like a character just because they’re mean, but
also half because she doesn’t think of parse as an asshole? she
didn’t clarify explicitly, though…. she just expressed that she’s
sad and disappointed when people say stuff like that to her.
Thanks for all the love on this fic guys! I love all my readers!
Several people asked to be tagged— cant tag you for some reason, not sure if we have to be mutual or what, but it you asked to be tagged and weren’t, that’s probably whats going on, check the list for your name!
Things were… a little awkward between Steve and Bucky the next few days.
Bucky was sure he’d never been so aware that Steve only slept a few yards away, and spent most of the night trying not to think of how easy it would be to just jump on the other bed and do something. But he didn’t think he wanted Steve like that, so maybe it was just the idea of Tony wanting both of them that suddenly drew him to his best friend?
Steve was positive he had never noticed how thick Bucky’s thighs were, but when the soldier crouched to pull a pan out of a cupboard Steve nearly spit his coffee out when a jolt of awareness went through him. Never in his life had he had a thought like that about his friend, and those thoughts certainly hadn’t been there a week ago so… so where were they coming from? It had to be because of Tony. Damn cat.
Everything was made worse, much much worse when Tony sashayed his perfect pert little ass into the kitchen the morning of day four and pinned both of them down with a stare.
“My honeybear is telling me that I need to shift more, to keep myself balanced. He is also telling me to make sure I don’t shift alone because my animal form is needy and suffers when it’s alone. Or some…” he waved his hands around. “–other spectacular bullshit. So here’s what we are going to do.” He cleared his throat.
“I will be in my lab, shifted, in about five minutes. I would like both of you to come down and sit on the couch with me. You don’t need to talk to me, just be there and available for some physical contact. That is all. Thank you for your time.” And he turned on his heel and swept back of the door.
“Honeybear?” Steve questioned and Bucky groaned.
“Remember Rhodes threatening us? How much do you want to bet Tony calls Rhodes eight foot tall partial shifted animal honeybear?”
“Of course he does. Of course Tony has a stupid nickname for an Alpha level shifter.” Steve stood to his feet uncertainly. “So– shall we?” He motioned towards the door and Bucky stood just as slowly.
“I guess. So this will be sharing–”
“Don’t.” Steve’s eyes snapped closed. “Do not finish that sentence. Do not. We will talk about that if the time comes.”
“Been thinking about it?” Bucky asked as they headed down the stairs.
Watching your daughter run around, a small smile presented
itself on your lips. She seemed so happy, as unaware of all life’s important
lessons as she chased after your Dog in the park. The little ones blue eyes
blinding you, much like her fathers did on the night you met. For a second you
forgot and began to remember how that night progressed.
Author’s Notes: I really liked how this one turned out. Requested by @ask-kakashihatake , hope you all like it. I love writing for Negan!
I hadn’t had much of a chance to experience the new world.
He ruled the new world.
I had lived in Alexandria since the beginning so I was pretty innocent. I had never killed a walker or really been close to one. But I wasn’t afraid, well that’s what I told myself. If I was faced with a walker I could kill it. If I was faced with danger I would react accordingly. Hopefully.
Alexandria gained a terrible atmosphere ever since the events of Negan, especially after he killed Abraham and Glenn. I didn’t know them well but they were nice, good people who always tried to protect our group. Rick our leader was broken ever since that night.
I wasn’t there when it happened, I didn’t leave Alexandria often. I ran the nursery here at Alexandria so I stayed behind. I never got the chance to meet Negan. The infamous bat wielding Negan.
I suppose that was a good thing. Yet it created a mystery about him. One that I wanted to expose.
“Y/N!” Taehyung yelled as he ran towards you with his arms wide open. He quickly swept you up in his arms and hugged you as if there was no tomorrow. A few years ago, you wouldn’t have cared about Taehyung randomly coming up to you and picking you up or hugging you but things had changed now. You both had grown up. He had become a famous Idol now while you, you were just a normal girl. A chubby one at that which absolutely did not help your case. Being chubby while you were always surrounded by girls almost half your size was something that had damaged your self esteem over the years. Fortunately, this had not affected your friendship with Taehyung. He was always by your side.
Feeling self conscious you quickly pushed yourself away from Taehyung and smacked his arm lightly. “Yah! Taehyung oppa! I told you not to pick me up like that, you know I get scared easily.”
To this he only replied with one of his cheeky and signature box smiles which instantly made your annoyance go away and your insides churn.
“Soorryy Y/N . I was just really excited to see you. We haven’t spoken to each other since a long time, “he said as he pulled your cheeks gently and smiled wider than before. This action of his caused your face to flush as you looked away from him and tried to avoid his gaze.
“But we just met four days ago, yahh.. oppa are you not feeling well? You’re talking as if we’re meeting each other after months. "you replied while raising one of your eyebrows up and staring at him. ” This guy really… “ you mumbled to yourself as you started walking away. In the midst of this short meeting you had forgotten about the task at hand which was to go to the bookstore you always visited once a week.
"N/N wait for me… I’m going to spend the rest of the day with you. I have so much to tell you.” Taehyung whined as he trailed behind you while holding onto your hand. You figured that he was going to be sticking around for quiet a while so you didn’t mind. You just lead the way and occasionally nodded or gave a wordless reply to one of his questions. You couldn’t stop thinking about the bookstore. You felt excitement run through your veins as you thought of the book you were going to buy this time. In fact, you were so lost in thought that you didn’t even feel Taehyung’s hands playing with the ends your hair as the other wrapped itself around you wrist.
On reaching the bookstore you let go of his hand and headed towards the section your book was in. All this while Taehyung couldn’t stop thinking about the way your hand felt in his. He kept on glancing at you when he got the chance to and saw how you scrunched up your your nose when you couldn’t find your book or the way you smiled when you did mange to find it. He felt the end of his lips turn up as you skipped towards the cashier . He placed his hands in the pockets of his coat after he had adjusted his scarf and let out a deep sigh. He stared at you with a warm feeling that made his head go fuzzy and his heart beat at an erratic rate.
His eyes immediately scrunched up in confusion when he saw you walk towards him with your head down and hugging your book tightly towards your chest. It was as if someone had pressed a button that caused your cheerful self to behave like someone who didn’t know what happiness was. It made his heart ache.
At once he took your hands in his and lead you outside the shop. Once he had made sure that you guys were a bit secluded from the crowd he quietly asked you what happened.“What is it, N/N? Tell me..You know you can tell me anything.”
You couldn’t reply. You didn’t want to. You knew that if you tried speaking right now you would end up crying. The fact that everyone judged people according to their appearance disgusted you. All you wanted was your book not those dirty looks or rude comments that the girls in the line whispered behind your back,pretending as if you couldn’t hear anything. But it did make you realise something ,that they were right, weren’t they? It’s all about a persons visuals in this world now. This thought… it made you weak. It hit the nerve. It broke you.
You couldn’t make out what Taehyung was saying. You just leaned against the wall and cried till you felt like your lungs would explode. You felt his hands slip into yours and pull you into his chest. He let you cry against his coat and gently rubbed your back. He soothed you by whispering sweet words.He felt his heart break a little as you cried harder and grabbed his coat in your hand.
A few minutes passed. You weren’t crying too much now. Your head was lying on Taehyung’s chest as you sniffled softly. He patted your head gently as he leaned back and looked down at you. You looked so vulnerable, so fragile. He wanted to take care of you, he didn’t want you to feel like this ever again.
“Will you tell me what happened ? Y/N ,you need to talk to me if you want me to help. Just please.. Say something.. ” He pleaded, he didn’t want to see you this way anymore.
“I-is it… real-really a sin to be like me? Do-do I not get.. th-the right to live my life with-without being judged about the way I look? Am I really that hideous to look at? ” You rambled while pausing in between as you let out more sniffles.
Taehyung understood what had happened. He realized what was going on and why you were crying. He never truly understood the fact that just because someone weighed more, they would automatically be classified as “ugly”. He never even thought about Y/N’s appearance. All he could focus on was her personality and even if he ever thought about it, he always thought that she was one of the prettiest girls he had seen. Sure there were people who weighed less than her but he never saw that as a bad thing. He always thought that she felt the same way as well. Being upset over a few extra pounds wasn’t something that should ever affect someone from enjoying their life. No one can be perfect. There will always be someone thinner. He didn’t care about that. He loved you for you. Not for your body or your face. Wait. He loved you.
Did he really love you? What else could explain such feelings and emotions he felt when he was around you. Taehyung was sure of it. He loved you. He felt his cheeks blush as he realised the fact and turned his gaze away from you.
“Who told you that you can’t enjoy your life? Who told you that you need to be perfect in order to live in this world? Who told you that you are hideous?” Taehyung whispered in his deep voice which sent shivers down your back. He had never sounded so serious before. “Why would you fill your head with such disgusting and stupid thoughts? Just because someone commented something about your looks? You shouldn’t have the right to live your life if you want to spend it while pleasing other people. It’s not your life then. You shouldn’t care what others whisper about you. It’s just meaningless gossip. People need something to talk about everyday. Today it might be you, tomorrow someone else. There’s no pleasing them. You have the right to do what you want and to ignore such idiotic talks. Use it. Never for one second think that you are hideous or ugly or not worth anything. You are here for a reason. You mean so much to the people around you. Don’t you ever forget that. Y/N…..do you know the effect you have on people? When I feel nervous before my concerts I think about you.. I think of your calming smile and I think about how brave you are. ” You felt your eyes widen in shock as he spoke. He couldn’t possibly mean it. Right?
“I am able to face my haters.. because of you. You made me realize that it doesn’t matter if people talk about you. And now you’re the one behaving like this? Y/N-ah you are stronger than this.You are brave, kind and courageous.
You are my hope. You are my strength. You’re my everything. ” Taehyung’s voice diminished into a soft whisper by the end. He did it. He told you how he felt. He wrapped his hands around your waist and brought you closer to his body. Burrying his face in your neck, he breathed heavily and sighed in content.
He looked back at you and softly kissed your forehead. And without waiting for your reply he leaned in and connected his lips to yours.
The grand day, alas! I felt these past three years had gone by within the blink of an eye.
Four years since peace’s return to Hyrule. A lot of work had been made and accomplished to re-establish the kingdom to its former glory. And now that all had been done, I had been left in awe to see how our world was greater than the one we had a century ago. Seeing our people more united than ever seemed like a heavenly dream; except it wasn’t. It was reality. Our reality.
Castle Town had been restored to an even larger area. It had quickly became a beacon to the hyrulean economy. Trades flourished across the lands and between the different tribes. The city’s energy had been beaming with optimism and strength since its reestablishment.
Hyrule was great, strong, proud… and beautiful! And with those tasks finally at their conclusions, one remained; the most crucial and important one of all.
Without taking my sealed years in account, today marked my 21st anniversary; the year of my coronation. Today was the day I would take my rightful place in the kingdom as Queen of Hyrule.
But also… on this same day, it was the day of our wedding.
“So…” my words came out timidly as I turned to them . “How do I look?”
Paya and Lady Impa had a sense of divine wonder in their eyes. It was as if the goddess herself stood in her holy grandeur in front of them. Lady Impa smiled at me like the utmost accomplishment of her long life has been met. As for Paya, tears of happiness were shed as she saw how seemingly beautiful I was wearing her alluring work of fashion.
“See for yourself, Princess.” Lady Impa told me directing me to her tall mirror behind her.
I walked towards her tall glass. The shock took me aback. Was that really me? I barely recognized the person in front of me. Paya had been enthusiastic and very adamant on preparing me for the day of my wedding. I now understood the reason.
While everyone else had been fervorous with passion on the preparations in Castle Town and at the Sacred Grounds, she had personally fashioned my gown from a single thread to the speechless work of art it had become.
A sleeveless dress on which silent princesses had been embroidered from the skirt’s foot swirling all the way up to the bust as they circled the hyrulean royal crest finely sewed. My hair was sumptuously long and mildly curly. The earrings shaped as well as the royal symbol shined warmly. The same was noticeable on the golden knitting embellishing my bridal gloves.
My eyes shined brighter as water beads started forming. Paya looked at me worried. Before she could wonder about my coming tears, I held her tightly in my arms. Pouring for countless days and nights all of her efforts in this gift for me; they had led to this. There was just no way I could ever live long enough to be able to thank her fully for all of this.
“I take it you like it?” Paya asked as her arms held me in return. I nodded my head that rested on her shoulder. How could I not like it? I loved it!
“Paya,” we wiped both of our tears. “How could I not love this wonderful craft of yours? You’ve done so much for me! I could live for all eternity, I wouldn’t never be able to return a gift as such to you.”
“Princess,” she said happily, wiping another tear. “Your reaction alone was more than enough.”
Paya. Ever since my return from the battle against the calamity, she has been more than good to me. And as these few years went on, this generous and beautiful woman had become someone I could proudly call family. Blood or not, she was my sister.
Lady Impa’s cane knocked on the stony floor of Hyrule Castle’s dressing room. Paya and I stared at her. As usual, her warm expression welcomed me with unconditional love and assurance.
“Princess,” she said. “Your husband-to-be awaits you.”
A sudden heat warmed my heart. I was in no need of a mirror to guess the shade of my face. As tradition dictated it, the bride and the groom must be apart for seven days before the day of their union. I was in dire eagerness to see him. More than that, I was ready to call him my husband and to spend my life’s remainder at his side.
“I know,” I answered Lady Impa. “And I am ready.”
I had wanted the ceremony to be held at a place open to all, but that also had a blessed and historical meaning. After further thoughts, the Sacred Grounds was the obvious choice. The area had been dressed with flowers of all sorts. The banners wore softened and cherishing colors of blue, green, red, white and gold; they all shimmered elegantly. Nevertheless, nothing was as phenomenal as the total of present guests. This wedding meant a great deal of significance to the people of Hyrule, that I knew. I was moved by the large gathering that took place on this day. Hylian, Zora, Goron, Rito, Sheikah, Gerudo; all mingling together, the blood of our Hyrule was here.
Hidden in a tent from everyone’s sight, I took a shy glimpse at everyone gathered. I saw my beautiful knight, Link. He stood at the altar in front of the priest. He was adorning the same emerald garments of the hero of time from head to toe. But its design was cladded with golden strands and jewelry, giving him a princely stature than the one of a knight. He kept tapping his foot’s end on the ground and looked around him towards all corners, despite the great crowd facing him. I could tell the impatience of seeing me was reaching its limits. He was some tens of feet from me, yet my whole body craved to hold him so dearly.
“Are you ready, Zelda?” One of my escorts to the aisle entered the tent from the back entry. Her eyes became wide. A soft and long whistling sound escaped her lips. “My, my… I’m starting to envy Link’s place. You look divine!”
I had always thought that the beauty that I could define as divine would be Riju. She had become a great and strong leader for her people. But seeing her as grown and accomplished, I felt the same instance in her that Lady Urbosa had. But more than that, she, too, had become someone as close as a sister.
“Wow! Princess!” arrived my other escort, smiling his signature fanged smile and greeting me with a thumbs-up. “Link is the luckiest incredible guy in Hyrule! You are stunning!”
Prince Sidon; cheerful as ever. Every time I looked at him, I could always see a glimpse of his late sister, Lady Mipha. I was happy of the brotherly bond that Link and I had developed with him. I used to feel sadden in his company due to the lost of his sister, but with wise words he had told me that she would want the memories of hers to inspire me, and not to bring me sorrow. Since then, my smile would always appear when reminiscing her.
While Lady Impa and Paya left the tent to be seated, I gazed in the tall mirror one last time to see the woman who I’ve become. So many ups and downs she had gone through, but with her family, friends and the one her heart cherished the most, she had conquered all and stood stronger than ever. She became more compassionate and wiser. But most of all, she was ready to lead by example for the betterment of her kingdom and its people.
“Well,” I turned to my escorts beaming cheerfully. “Let us go!”
Lovely musical notes from harps being played in unison followed by other instruments garnished the air announcing my arrival. This song; it was the same lullaby I used to hear as a child before my sleep. My mother always played it with her harp. Such a touching and soothing melody.
I started walking the long velvet aisle, accompanied with my escorts: Prince Sidon and Riju. Countless pairs of eyes with wonder and awe rested upon me, all breathless of the beauty walking passed them. But as I came closer to the altar, there was the one gaze I longed for the most.
Riju and Prince Sidon led me just in front of my destination. I climbed the few stairs to face the man as he welcomed my hands in his. Being closer to him, I realized that he was more than just beautiful in his attire, he was… majestic! We stared at each other with overwhelming joy and love. Our week without each other had left its remarkable effect on us.
“Hey, you.” I whispered gleefully as a tear slid from my left eye. “Did you miss me?”
As if on cue, his right eye, too, shed a tear as he nodded, still moved by my presence. Oh, I missed him!
The audience seated and the priest started his ceremonial recital. We meant no disrespect to his wise words, but Link and I were already lost in our own sphere. There was not a single instant that our eyes wavered from each other. We were inside of our own little cocoon.
“The rings, please?” The priest’s request snapped us back to reality. His silver-bearded face looked puzzled as if he had asked more than once.
I took out a golden ring from my corset, he from his pocket. We slid our sacred jewels to each other’s left ring finger. They beamed to the sunlight.
Link carried our ringed hands as the priest wrapped them delicately with a silky red ribbon. In an era long before this one, newlyweds used to do this ritual before telling a lovely oath together. Stumbling on this old, yet romantic custom from a history book, I wanted to recreate such a beautiful tradition; so did Link.
I looked at Link’s eyes, he gazed into mine. Taking a deep breath, we recited our unified vow:
To my Sun, to my Moon,
From the days, and more nights,
By dark’s veil or light’s bless,
Through it all, I’ll be your might,
May time’s realm scatter me,
Should twilight adrift me deep,
Or fate sends me skyward,
My love will never sleep,
As of today and all tomorrows,
By flesh, by soul and by heart,
You are mine, and I am yours,
Together and bonded, never apart.
We knelt on the stone ground of the altar and closed our eyes. The priest approached us with the royal crowns of Hyrule. They were shapes like full-span wings. One carried a beautiful sapphire stone; the priest rested this one on my head. The other wore a sparkling jewel of jade, meant to be worn by Link.
“You may rise,” the priest said smiling warmly as he untied our hands from the red ribbon. Our hands didn’t loose time to rest back in each other’s. “By the power invested in me, and in the name of the goddesses of wisdom, power and courage, I now declare you husband and wife… and King and Queen of Hyrule.”
Link looked puzzled as the priest needed to declare one last line. I couldn’t help giggling at his innocent face. The priest was embarrassed by his forgetfulness.
“Oh, where is my mind nowadays!” He said apologizing to us. He looked at Link, nodding to his new king. “You may now kiss the bride, your Highness.”
A wave of long-awaited happiness washed over our faces. My husband and I closed the only distance between us. We sealed our love with the most passionate kiss we ever shared until this day. The crowd rose up with the loudest of cheering, celebrating our union. Flower petals flew everywhere, many wishes of happiness erupted in the air and music returned to nourish it. As we walked back onto the aisle, Link carried me in his arms, both laughing of joy and now bonded through love for the rest of our lives. By the three goddesses, this day was a true divine blessing!
The long and marvelously festive reception that took place in the central square of Castle Town was… well… if the planners wanted to create a celebration for a kingdom-size group of guests, they had flawlessly succeeded.
Music and songs describing our battle against the calamity were sung, food and ale of all kinds coming from all over Hyrule decorated the tables; even many styles of cooked rocks for Gorons. Yonubo’s appetite was definitely served as he had several helpings. Teba, the Rito warrior who helped Link in his quest, enjoyed himself to a point he took perhaps a few brews too much. His wife had to care after him, but it was good to see him pleased. Sidon was very popular with the ladies. That popularity suddenly went skyward went he accidentally caught the bouquet. But his confidence of steel didn’t waver to handle the situation at hand. Perhaps he would be the next to find love and be wed. There were many gifts offered by everyone who came. Yet the Gerudo were the ones that truthfully exaggerated. From weaponry through volumes of books about being a strong spouse (those were certainly from Ashai) to even fragrances and potions saved for “intimate moments” as they’ve described. Though Riju advised me to use them tonight, I found it wise to perhaps not follow through.
Our wedding was more than a majestic success; the reception followed its path perfectly as well. I would always cherish Paya’s wedding dress, but I was glad to rest in my nightgown. Laid down on the grand bed in our royal chambers, I flipped through the pictures of today’s events on the Sheikah slate, smiling peacefully.
The moon was beautiful. It kissed us with its celestial glow. Even if I enjoyed this splendid view, we wanted our intimacy to our eyes only. Link, dressed in lighter clothing as well, closed the balcony and pulled the velour curtains. It was just the two of us now.
Link, my husband, my love. Seeing him embedded by the fireplace’s glimmer, his hair free, his sky-colored eyes and his caring and gentle smile, my heart melted once again.
While he lied down next to me, I put down the Sheikah slate away. I deemed that I had enough pictures for one day. I slid myself on his chest to find his warmth. His arms held me closely against him. His heartbeat was a lullaby to my ears and his heat was an enticing cover. Link kissed my forehead delicately. My eyes rose to his and I returned the favor to his lips, kissing him deeply.
Our eyes stared at each other as if time was frozen. The shine of the fireplace’s flames danced in our pupils, as well as something else. Something raw and passionate.
We shared a long kiss anew. There was a ardent desire moving his will; and mine responded to his likewise.
Never breaking contact, I lied down and welcomed my love into my arms. My hands swam through his hair of dark gold, while his warm touch blazed my whole being lovingly.
The night was young. One more celebration left…
Link had talked about it for a long time. After further thinking, he finally took his decision, as hard as it was. And today, here we were, in Korok Forest, saying goodbye to an old friend.
We stood in front of the Great Deku Tree. He congratulated us for our wedding that was already some weeks old. The Koroks cheered around for us. We welcomed their glee, but Link’s expression seemed oblivious to them at the moment.
“The sword of Evil’s Bane,” the Great Deku Tree said, “is a blade that safeguards light against the thickest veils of darkness. But in times of peace, it is meant to also have its warrior’s rest.”
Link nodded to his wise words.
“But,” he continued, “it could also find its peace at your side, hero of Hyrule. If you wished it so, the blade could be kept by your safe hands.”
Link held the blade in his hands. He seemed lost in its silvery reflection, but a sudden and serene smile appeared on him. He looked back at the Deku Tree. This one’s voice hummed in acknowledgement.
We approached the altar and held the sword together at its pommel. At the same rhythm, we pushed the blade back in its slot. A thin coat of light rose and wrapped the sword.
His fingers rested on the sword’s pommel. He told me that during his journey to save me that the blade was his greatest companion. He couldn’t understand exactly how, but he felt as if someone was walking at his side constantly when carrying the Evil’s Bane. He couldn’t hear its voice like I once did, but he didn’t need to; he knew that the sword’s spirit was watching over him.
And now, he was saying goodbye to this old friend. But his smile didn’t hide any sadness or sorrow. He was grateful and felt proud and privileged to have been its wielder. I laced my fingers to his free hand and gave it a light squeeze to reassure him. He returned it and smiled at me.
“I am certain in my soul that you have taken the right decision,” the Deku Tree said. “King and Queen of Hyrule, may your rule be virtuous, compassionate, brave and wise.”
We nodded to him and bid farewell to the folks of Korok Forest, and to an old and irreplaceable friend.
Our royal stead galloped steadily on the road to home. Due to my current condition, I thought I would be feeling a nauseous sentiment building at my throat. Thankfully I didn’t. Perhaps it was thanks to my beloved. Throughout the entire route on horseback, not once did he stop rubbing my stomach. Ever since I had told him, his care towards me had soared incredibly. But I didn’t mind. That was just the kind of man he was, and I wouldn’t desire it any differently.
A united kingdom and lovely people inhabiting it, a new age of long-lasting peace, a family to love and support unconditionally, but most of all, a loving husband to spend my life with; everything we fought for had finally happened. It was now our duty to stand, defend and protect it all. For peace and prosperity.
But for now…
“So,” I said with enthusiasm as Link hummed cluelessly. I unfolded a long sheet of paper almost instantly. “Would you like to hear my name suggestions for sons and daughters?”
My spontaneity was welcomed with his humble laugh. We both started scrolling through the list of my making as we entered our home’s open gates.
Author’s note: Due to the success of the first fanfiction, I was thrown the idea of making a sequel with a wedding. The idea at first wasn’t very tempting as I had so much great criticism that I didn’t want to mess the story’s beauty. And then, strangely after watching the season finale of Game Of Thrones, the scene of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark moved me to the point that the inspiration soared in my mind. I knew I had to write it.
As for the image, I do not know who made it, but it was a good guide when it came to describe Link and Zelda’s wedding clothes. If someone knows the artist of this drawing, please let me know.
A Visit from “Uncle” Lyon (a fluffy Gruvia Fairy Tail Fanfic)
Like I said a few days ago, I’m writing more Fairy Tail fanfiction. Here’s my first entry. It’s also on Fanfiction.net. Enjoy!
A Visit from “Uncle” Lyon
Gray and Juvia were sitting in the Fairy Tail guild hall
with their four-month old daughter Aurora. She was nestled comfortably in
Juvia’s arms. Gray was sitting across from them and using his Ice Make Magic to
created little sculptures for his daughter. He made things like an ice puppy,
an ice flower, and an ice heart, al to the delight of Aurora. At the sight of
every creation, the baby would laugh and clap her hands, which made both Gray
and Juvia’s hearts swell.
“Ah, if it isn’t Gray
and the lovely Juvia!” A familiar voice sounded at the door of the Fairy Tail
guild. Gray and Juvia looked up from their family bonding time and saw Gray’s
childhood colleague Lyon.
“Lyon! What a
surprise!” Juvia said happily as she stood up. Aurora was still in Juvia’s arms
and gave a small coo at the sudden movement.
Gray was somewhat
happy to see his childhood friend/rival, but not as much as Juvia. “What are
you doing here, Lyon? Lamia Scale is on the other side of Magnolia, isn’t it?”
Gray asked bluntly.
“Nice to see you too,
Gray,” Lyon said with a smirk as he approached the couple. “I actually came to
see the two of you. Sorcerer Weekly and word of mouth say that you two recently
had a baby. I wanted to stop by and give my congratulations.”
“Wow, that’s… oddly
decent of you, Lyon.”
“Gray’s just full of
compliments for me, isn’t he?” Lyon smiled as he looked at Juvia. “Oh my dear Juvia,
you’re just as stunning as ever. And I’m going to take a wild guess and say
that the child in your arms is your little one?”
Gray watched Lyon with
a scowl; although they were on good terms, Gray knew that Lyon harbored strong
feelings for Juvia at one point. Gray wanted to make sure his old friend wasn’t
going to try anything funny.
Juvia, however, didn’t
seem concerned about this in the slightest. She beamed with pride at Lyon’s
words. “Yes, this is our little Aurora. Aurora Ultear Fullbuster. Do you want
to hold her, Lyon?”
Both Gray and Lyon
were a little taken off-guard by Juvia’s question.
“Umm, well I’d love
too, but I don’t have a whole lot of experience with babies and I’m not-“
“Oh come on, it’ll be
fine! I’ll help you, so you don’t need to be worried. Besides, you’re
practically family, I want Aurora to become acquainted with her Uncle Lyon.”
“What?! Uncle Lyon?! I
never agreed to that!” Gray said in an alarmed voice.
Lyon was touched by
Juvia’s sentiment. He was also getting enjoyment out of Gray’s reaction, so he
decided to honor Juvia’s request. “Well… all right, I’ll hold her. She is my
niece after all.”
“She’s not your
niece!” Gray said with annoyance.
“Gray, please be
nice.” Juvia pouted. Gray couldn’t stand that look and relented.
“All right, all right,
fine. But don’t you dare drop her. If you do, you’re dead.”
Juvia laughed a
little. “Please forgive Gray, Lyon. Ever since Aurora was born he’s been
extremely protective of her.”
“No worries, dear
Juvia. I’m quite used to Gray’s personality. Now, I think I’m ready to hold her
first, sit down next to me. Now hold your arms out like this- there, that’s
good. Now I’m going to give you Aurora, use that arm to support her. Perfect!
See, it’s not that hard, is it?”
Lyon was a little
timid about holding Aurora at first, but he grew more comfortable with Juvia’s
coaching. He looked down at the baby in his arms and saw a pair of blue eyes
staring up at him curiously. Lyon couldn’t help but smile.
“Aurora, this is your
Uncle Lyon,” Juvia said to the baby. “He’s a very good friend of your Mommy and
Daddy’s. He’s known your Daddy a lot longer though. And even though Lyon and
Daddy may bicker from time to time, they really do care about each other.”
Gray rolled his eyes a
little at that, but then continued to watch Lyon like a hawk.
Aurora continued to
stare at Lyon, seemingly trying to read the stranger who was holding her.
“Hello, Aurora,” Lyon
said gently. “You’re a very pretty little girl, y’know. And it looks like you
got your mother’s beautiful eyes. You got her whole face, really. Count that as
a blessing; you’re lucky you didn’t get any of your father’s facial features.”
“Watch what you say to
my daughter, ice freak!” Gray exclaimed.
Lyon ignored Gray’s
outburst and continued to look down at the baby. Aurora rewarded Lyon with a
small smile and a giggle. This caused Lyon to smile as well.
“I think Aurora likes
you, Lyon.” Juvia said.
“Hmm, I’m growing
rather fond of her as well.” Lyon replied as he continued to smile at the baby.
Aurora looked at Lyon for a few more seconds and then began to look around her
immediate area. Her eyes landed on Gray, and as soon as they did, her smile
widened. She took a chubby arm and began to stretch it in his direction, cooing
“Looks like my time is
up. It seems Aurora wants to return to her father.” Lyon said as he very
carefully handed the baby to Gray. Gray gladly accepted his daughter and held
her close to his bare chest. Aurora squealed a little at being in her father’s
arms and started to snuggle closer to him. Gray stared at his daughter lovingly
and began to stroke her hair.
Juvia was practically
giddy over the sweet scene and Lyon had to admit that he found it cute as well.
“Aurora’s such a Daddy’s girl, she does this almost every time she’s in
Gray’s arms.” Juvia said happily.
Aurora yawned a little
and stretched. “It’s almost her naptime, isn’t it, Juvia?” Gray asked. “Maybe
we should head home and get her to sleep.”
“That’s probably a
good idea. She gets cranky if she misses naptime.”
Before they went to
leave, Gray felt a friendly hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Lyon.
Gray,” Lyon started. “Your daughter is beautiful. It’s very plain to see that
you love her with all your heart and she obviously returns your affection. Ur
would be proud to see you now.”
Gray was taken
off-guard; Lyon was very rarely genuine like this. After the initial shock wore
off, he looked up at Lyon and smiled at the man for the first time that day.
“Thanks, Lyon. That
means a lot.” Gray said with a smile as he shook hands with the other ice
And with that, Lyon
headed back to Lamia Scale and the Fullbuster family headed back home. The
latter was barely halfway to their destination when they noticed that Aurora
had fallen fast asleep nestled in Gray’s chest. The parents smiled at their
little girl and then smiled at each other as they continued their way home.
Intro: Survey Corps is the organization of man-kind’s last hope and their specialty in eliminating titans made them the man-kind’s strongest military force.
Armin: [flipping page] So then we, the Survey Corps’ special appreciation party squad, took care of the preparation for the appreciation party held after the 84th expedition outside the wall. As of right now, the appreciation party after the expedition is just an empty shell; in the past many people attended this party, but due to cost cutting, we have reached the point where we can only serve water and raw potatoes, so the number of attendees are declining. After the cuts, the special appreciation party is continuously afraid that no guests will attend. But tonight, the appreciation party will be different. [flipping page] Tonight for the first time after 21 parties in the past, there will be a special guest. That guest of honor is the strongest soldier among mankind, Captain Levi!
Eren: Thank you, Foreman (supervisor) Armin, and all of you. You heard it, tonight there will be a big job for us, which is the special appreciation party, and just for this party we need to make it successful no matter what.
Jean: Tch, that’s obvious, we don’t need you to tell us such simple things.
Mikasa: Food Provision Head Jean, please listen to Chief Eren until he finishes.