let me here to die

“Prom was invented just to make girls starve so they can fit in a dress and compete over a stupid title.”

“Uh –” Derek blinks, eyes his sister dubiously, “I’m not a girl?”

Cora huffs. “Whatever.”

In the kitchen Laura bursts out laughing. “Don’t worry.” She yells. “Cora is just jealous she will have to wait five years to go to her own prom.”

“I’m not going!” Cora yells back. “Prom is stupid, I don’t even know why you’re going,” she tells Derek, “it’s not like you know how to have fun.”

Derek raises an eyebrow while Laura just laughs harder. “Oh my god.” Their older sister says. “I stay away for six months and Cora turns into a sassy queen.” She walks into the living room, pretends to wipe at her eyes. “I’m so proud.”

“You two are ridiculous.” Derek says, turning around. “And I’m just going because Erica promised to pay me. With ice cream.” Then he gives Cora a wicked smile. “That I’m not going to share with either of you.”

“You are the worst brother!” Cora yells as he begins to climb the stairs. “And I hope you fall on your ass while trying to dance!”

“Can’t hear you!” Derek’s cell begins to ring. “Too busy getting ready to prom!”

Laura lets out a high-pitched laughter. “I love you two so much.”

Derek shakes his head fondly, closes his bedroom door behind himself just as Cora tells Laura to shut up. “Hey.” He answers the phone, collapsing on his bed. “What’s up?”

“Yo,” Stiles answers, “whatcha doing?”

“Listening to my sisters fight.” He says, snorting when he hears his dad start complaining about all the yelling and ‘no, Cora, I’m not letting you go to prom, you’re thirteen!’. “I’m gonna have to check the trunk of my car tomorrow night.”

Stiles laughs. “She’s not that good.”

“If you keep teaching her, she will be.” Derek blurts out, curses himself mentally when he realizes it came out harsher than he intended.

It’s just – sometimes he can’t help it. He’s known Stiles since they were four, Cora wasn’t even born then, but one day she turned eleven and Stiles became her new favorite person. Stiles couldn’t find it funnier and took Cora as his little apprentice. He even taught her how to cheat on Mario Kart.

He’s never taught Derek that.

Derek rolls his eyes, thinks about his little sister still downstairs pouting and trying to convince their dad that she’s old enough to go out. He shouldn’t be jealous of her, but the thing is – he grew up with two sisters, he knows how to share toys and food, but he doesn’t know how to share Stiles.

Because Stiles is his.

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PACIFIC RIM SENTENCE STARTERS.

  • ‘  when i was a kid, whenever i’d feel small or lonely, i’d look up at the stars. wondered if there was life up there.  ‘
  • ‘  tens of thousands of lives were lost.  ‘
  • ‘  this was just the beginning.  ‘
  • ‘  to fight monsters, we created monsters of our own.  ‘
  • ‘  we got really good at it. winning.  ‘
  • ‘  hey, kid. don’t get cocky.  ‘
  • ‘  please, after you. age before beauty.  ‘
  • ‘  you know what i’m thinking.  ‘
  • ‘  worry about yourself, kiddo!  ‘
  • ‘  ___, listen to me!  ‘
  • ‘  suits and ties, flashy smiles. that’s all they are.  ‘
  • ‘  bad news: three guys died yesterday.  ‘
  • ‘  well, orders are orders. what else am i supposed to do?  ‘
  • ‘  took me a while to find you.  ‘
  • ‘  i can’t have anyone else in my head again. i’m done.  ‘
  • ‘  haven’t you heard? the world is coming to an end.  ‘
  • ‘  so where would you rather die? here, or ____?  ‘
  • ‘  oh, no, call me ___. only my mother calls me doctor.  ‘
  • ‘  he was 2,500 tons of awesome. or awful. you know, whatever you wanna call it.  ‘
  • ‘  shut up. i don’t love them, okay? i study them.  ‘
  • ‘  things have changed. we’re not an army anymore, we’re the resistance.  ‘
  • ‘  i didn’t know it was this bad.  ‘
  • ‘  sorry about your brother.  ‘
  • ‘  you haven’t told me what i’m doing here yet.  ‘
  • ‘  numbers do not lie. politics and poetry, promises, these are lies. numbers are as close as we get to the handwriting of god.  ‘
  • ‘  politics and poetry, promises, these are lies.  ‘
  • ‘  and this… is the point where he goes completely crazy.  ‘
  • ‘  fortune favors the brave, dude.  ‘
  • ‘  they won’t give you the equipment, and even if they did, you’d kill yourself.  ‘
  • ‘  she’s one of a kind now.  ‘
  • ‘  i think you’re unpredictable.  ‘
  • ‘  you take risks that endanger yourself and your crew. i don’t think you’re the right man for this mission.  ‘
  • ‘  wow. thank you for your honesty.  ‘
  • ‘  one day, you’re gonna see that in combat you make decisions. and you have to live with the consequences.  ‘
  • ‘  you promised me.  ‘
  • ‘  vengeance is like an open wound.  ‘
  • ‘  to me, you’re dead weight. you slow me down, i’m gonna drop you like a sack of shit.  ‘
  • ‘  i’ve raised him on my own. he’s a smart kid, but i never knew whether to give him a hug or a kick in the ass.  ‘
  • ‘  it’s a dialogue, not a fight.  ‘
  • ‘  better watch it.  ‘
  • ‘  i’m not crazy. you felt it, right?  ‘
  • ‘  this is worth fighting for.  ‘
  • ‘  if you’re listening to this, well, i’m either alive and i’ve proven what i’ve just done works, in which case, ha ha, i won. or i’m dead and i’d like you to know that it’s all your fault. it really is, you know, you drove me to this. in which case, ha, i also won. sort of.  ‘
  • ‘  are you gonna say anything?  ‘
  • ‘  you look good.  ‘
  • ‘  like when you blink your eyes over and over and over again and all you really see are like, frames. it was emotion.  ‘
  • ‘  i’m okay. just let me control it.  ‘
  • ‘  you are a goddamn disgrace. you’re gonna get us all killed.  ‘
  • ‘  why don’t you just do us all a favor and disappear? it’s the only thing you’re good at.  ‘
  • ‘  so, what, you’re grounding us?  ‘
  • ‘  one: don’t you ever touch me again. two: don’t you ever touch me again.  ‘
  • ‘  now, you have no idea who the hell i am or where i’ve come from, and i’m not about to tell you my whole life story.  ‘
  • ‘  you know, you live in someone else’s head for so long… the hardest part to deal with is the silence.  ‘
  • ‘  well, that’s classified. so i couldn’t tell you. even if i wanted to. but it is pretty cool, so i might tell you. i’m gonna tell you.  ‘
  • ‘  jesus, we can’t just sit here and watch them die.  ‘
  • ‘  let me in, i’m a doctor!  ‘
  • ‘  we have a choice here. we either sit and wait, or we take these flare guns and do something really stupid.  ‘
  • ‘  as harsh as it sounds, there is no time to celebrate. we lost people. no time to grieve.  ‘
  • ‘  how sick are you? and why didn’t you tell me?  ‘
  • ‘  i haven’t exactly had a very good day, okay?  ‘
  • ‘  we’re gonna own this bad boy!  ‘
  • ‘  by jove, we are going to own this thing for sure!  ‘
  • ‘  today, at the edge of our hope, at the end of our time, we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other.  ‘
  • ‘  today we are canceling the apocalypse!  ‘
  • ‘  as for you, well, you’re easy. you’re an egotistical jerk with daddy issues. a simple puzzle i solved on day one.  ‘
  • ‘  i just don’t want to regret all the things that i never said out loud.  ‘
  • ‘  well, my father always said, if you have the shot, you take it. so let’s do this.  ‘
  • ‘  all i have to do is fall. anyone can fall.  ‘
  • ‘  i can’t find his pulse. i don’t think he’s breathing.  ‘
  • ‘  no. don’t go. please.  ‘
  • ‘  you’re squeezing me too tight. i couldn’t breathe.  ‘
  • ‘  where is my goddamn shoe?  ‘
  • Hermione: [groaning] The day after St Patrick's Day needs its own name...
  • Ginny: Like 'Let me lay here and die' day..
  • Harry: Is it not already 'Walk of Shame' Day?
  • Ginny: Isn't that the day after Halloween?
  • Ron: Your Halloweens clearly go WAY differently than mine...
Left Behind

Originally posted by multi-fandom-imagines13


Summary: Request-  May I request? It’s quite angsty and the scenario is where the reader, Winter Soldier and Captain America are in a life threatening situation, in which only two of them can make it out alive so the reader devises a plan - Prompt line: “You have to trust me on this one” that requires her to stay behind and get killed. The other two don’t realize what the reader has done till it’s too late.

Warnings/Themes: Angst, Panic, Implication of character death, cussing

Author’s Note: I’m not lying when I say that I wrote this at 2am in the morning. This has not been checked for errors, so woops. Enjoy some angst and bad fluency!

Word Count: 2,270 words

Y/N = Your Name

”Making my way to the front of the compromised helicarrier. (Y/N), Buck, do you guys copy?”

“Got it Cap. How many are you seeing, Bucky?”

“Three by the looks of it.”

You were looking for a bomb, the reason unknown to you. The problem was- it was designed so compactly that it would’ve been the size of a fucking lipstick tube and no one would know.

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Nothing To Fix (Alec x Neutral!Reader)

Warning: I know Alec is a gay character. But he is just that, a character. Keep that in mind. Please, also note that english is not my first language. I am sorry if there are any mistakes, please feel free to point them out to me I won’t be offended. All credit goes to the creators.


“Y/N, Pandemonium tonight, you coming?” Jace asks, leaning against the wall. “No” I answer, stepping away from him. “Isabelle is sick, Alec and Jace need backup for tonight’s mission. You’re on it” Maryse orders as I pass by her. “No” I answer, going on my way.

“I wasn’t asking!” she shouts, causing people to turn around.

“And I am not going” I shout back.

“If you are not working then you’re worthless in here, you might as well leave.”

“I was on my way to say goodby to Isabelle, now if you don’t mind my plane leaves in two hours and the traffic is quite terrible in New York.”

I can feel his eyes on me as I go up the stairs, and I wish he comes after me, grabs my arm and tells me to stay. But he doesn’t. “Come in” Isabelle says. “Oh, Y/N! I’m so sick, I don’t know what that warlock did to me but I’m pretty sure I already lost weight in just a few hours” she complains. I smile, taking her in. “I came to say goodbye, I’m leaving” I speak. Isabelle looks at me, furrows her perfect brows, tilts her head to the side “what do you mean, leaving?” she asks. “London. Preston called the other day, Jessica is leaving for Los Angeles so there’s a vacant spot on his team.” The brunette gets up from her bed and starts pacing the room, gathering her thoughts. “I have to go, Izzy, I just wanted to say thank you for sticking by my side through everything. You never gave up on me, and it means the world to me. I know I will never have another friend like you, it breaks my heart to leave you behind but I have to go” I say, grabbing her arm. She doesn’t say a word. She stares at me, tears in her eyes. She hugs me tight, so tight that I can almost feel my ribs breaking.


“Don’t do this” Jace’s voices. “He’ll come around, give him some time.”

“I gave him a year, Jace. And you and I both know that I would have given up sooner if it was someone else. He had a year, 365 days. And he did nothing. It hurts me more than it hurts him. I’m a mess and he’s happy. I don’t deserve this.”

“No, you don’t. But you don’t deserve to leave your home because of him. I’m here! Izzy is here! You don’t need him!”

“That’s what you don’t get Jace! I do! I need him! He is my whole life. Was. He was my bestfriend. I already lost a little bit of him when the two of you became parabatai, and know I just-” I stop for a minute, wiping my tears away. “It would be much easier if he was dead. That way I’d know that I can’t have him by my side because he is not here. But he is. I run into him every day. I hear his voice, I hear him laugh, I see him smile and I know that the reason why he is not by my side is because he doesn’t want to be. Do you have any idea how much it hurts when the person you care about the most shuts you out for someone else. He just erased me from his life. I would have been alright with just a little spot in his heart. With just a smile, a text or a hello from time to time. But he decided that I was not good enough for him anymore. And it hurts so much because I tried so hard to fight for what we had, but I was the only one fighting for it. It’s just no fair for me to force him into something he doesn’t want. I’m leaving, but you’re welcome to visit!” I try to smile through my tears.

“He doesn’t deserve you. And I know he knows that.”


“You better be dying, Lightwood. I just fell asleep for the first time in three days” I grumble as I answer Isabelle’s call.

“Y/N-” her voice is shaky.

“Izzy what is it, is Jace alright?” I panic. Is Alec alright? I think but can’t get myself to say it out loud.

“Yes, no. I don’t know. Y/N, Alec is dying. Everyone says he is dying but he can’t die. You need to come, I know you can wake him up. You two have a special bound, you always had. Please, Y/N!” she cries over the phone, talking so fast that I can barely keep up.

“Jace and him have a special bound, you and him have a special bound. Alec and I have nothing, I can’t help you Isabelle, I’m sorry.”

“So you are just going to let him die?” she yells. “You already broke his heart when you left, now you’re gonna take his life?”

“I broke his heart?” I yell, taken aback. “Watch your mouth Isabelle, karma is a bitch and it was time for it to bit him in the ass.”

“When did you turn into a cold hearted bitch?”

“When your brother ripped my heart out of my chest and stepped on it more than once” I answer, hanging up.

I throw my phone on the bed and start pacing the apartment. He deserves a little suffering. I stop dead in my tracks at that thought. When did hurt turn into hate? I take a deep breath, put some clothes on and head for the door. I am not Alexander Lightwood, I don’t give up on people.


“Where is he?” I asks, entering the New York Institute. “Maryse, where is Alexander?”

“In his bedroom. I didn’t know you were coming back” she says, clearly surprised.

“I am not, Isabelle called” and with that I turn on my heels, heading to Alec’s bedroom.

I push the door open. Jace is sleeping on a armchair that looks really uncomfortable, Isabelle is caressing her brother’s hair. I approach her slowly, “Izzy” I whisper. She turns around, a look of disbelief on her face. “You came!” she whispers, louder. “Y/N I’m so scared.” I hug her tightly before turning my attention to Alexander. He looks terrible but yet so angelic. I take a step forward and stop. I don’t know what to do next. Am I allowed to touch him considering the way we parted a few years ago? He’d look so peaceful if it wasn’t for the sweat on his face and his whole body shivering.

“Where is she?” I enquire.

“Idris. She said she had important things to attend to.”

“What could possibly more important than her dying husband?” I roll my eyes.

“He never loved her. He married her name, her status. That’s why she hates you. You’re his world.”

“Stop fooling yourself, Isabelle. If he loves me half as much as everyone pretends he does, he would have fought for us” I bark. “I told him he’d be miserable if he married her, he knew what he was getting himself into. He deserves to be unhappy within this marriage.”

“I get it, it’s a mechanism of self-defense” Isabelle states. “We both know you wan’t nothing but rainbows and sparkles for him. But if hating him makes it easier for you, alright. I’ll play along.”

“What are you expecting from me, Izzy? I don’t have super powers, the best I can do is shake him hard enough for him to vomit and wakeup while chocking on it” I shrug, taking a sit on the bed.

“I was thinking more… Less brutal. Maybe you could talk to him? He loves you Y/N, he just never had the guts to tell you. Or you could kiss him Disney Princess style?” she suggests.

“I am not putting my lips on his. Nope. Not happening.”

As I lay eyes on him I can’t help but feel pain. Memories of all we lost coming back. From the corner of my eyes I see Isabelle wake Jace up and the both of them quietly leaving the room. “Alright, it’s just you and I, I guess” I start. “I don’t know what to say, Alexander. I’m just-” I search my words. “Angry. I’m just angry at you, at the world. I don’t understand how we ended up like this, how you ended up throwing me away. You pushed me out of your life, and I just can’t figure out why. I mean, I suppose she didn’t want me around but I thought our friendship was way stronger than an arranged wedding.” Tears starts streaming down my cheeks. “I don’t understand how you could choose her over us. How you could choose politics over us. I know you are devoted to your family, but still. It’s unfair for your parents to expect you to repair the damage they’ve caused, you have your own life to live, your own mistakes to make” I pause, getting out of the point. “Just wakeup, alright? I’ll be gone before you regain full consciousness, I promise. I don’t wanna cause you any trouble, I don’t even wanna be here but I can’t let you die on me. I’m not like that, Alexander. So, please, open you damn eyes and stop sweating like that it’s disgusting. And why are you even shivering, it’s summer in New York, what happened to those tight black shirt of yours?” I sigh, getting up.

I pace the room, thinking of a way to wake him up without him chocking on his own vomit. Or having a concussion. Or broken bones. Or stabbing him. He’d heal though. I notice that the pictures are still the same as before. He still has pictures of me in his bedroom. There’s a box with my name on it. As I open it I find all the stuff that I threw away. Pictures, teddy bears, his clothes, gifts he gave me over the years, and the necklace. That fucking necklace he saved money for for weeks when he was seven, he wanted to give me a forever gift. I wore it for years, no matter what. This necklace was my direct link to him. I would grab the little heart shaped diamond whenever I wanted to feel connected to him. And God, I almost had a heart attack that one time I didn’t feel it around my neck, only to find out that Alexander had held on to it for me while I was in surgery. Once again, he’d been the one to put it around my neck. When I took it out, a few years ago, it broke my heart. It meant game over, no turning back. The necklace was all I had left of him, taking it off was ripping Alexander from me once and for all. Like a bandaid. I reached for it countless of times over the past few years, only to be reminded that there was no Alec in my life anymore.

I yawn, the time difference hitting me hard. I lay down next to Alexander, one hand over his chest to make sure he’s still breathing.


“Y/N, you’re crashing me, roll over” I hear a muffled voice. I groan, rolling on my side. I feel myself falling off the bed before strong arms catch me. “Oh my God, are you drunk?” the voice laughs. “I’m sleepy, leave me alone!” I grumble. I drift of to sleep.


“Looks like the two of you finally made up” Isabelle cheers. I open my eyes, only to see that Alec’s arm is thrown over my body, his legs tangled with mine. “Great, you’re alive. I need a shower” I say, pushing his body away from mine. I see hurt go through his eyes but decide to not pay attention to it. He deserves pain. I think. Yet, you crossed an ocean to save him a little voice in y head adds. I splatter water in my face, attempting to make my head clear.

“Y/N, Preston is calling!” Isabelle calls out.

“Preston? Preston the jerk?” Jace asks, surprised.

“Hello? No, I’m heading back today. Book me a flight as soon as possible, I can be at the airport in thirty” I speak into the phone.

“No she can’t. You are not leaving, the two of you need to sort things out! This has been going on for three years, enough now!” Isabelle states. “You are not leaving this place before you had the talk.”

“Preston, book a flight. I’ll call you back” I say before hanging up. “Isabelle, I’m only going to say this once so pay close attention, alright? I don’t want to have the talk. I don’t even want to be here. The only reason I came is because you called me and made me realize that hurt has turn into hate. I don’t hate people, that’s just no who I am. So I came, he is alive, now I’m leaving. And next time he is dying, don’t call me. Do everything you can to save him, but don’t call me. He’s already dead to me. End of discussion.”

“I’m right here, you can talk to my face. Thank you for being better than me, by the way” Alec voices. “I never meant to hurt you, I just- lost control. I took things too far and I didn’t know how to make up for my mistakes so I kind of let it be.”

“You kind of let it be? You fucking broke my heart you fucking bastard!” I yell, tears streaming down my face. “You fucking ripped it out of my fucking chest and fucking stepped on it again and again. I stuck around for a whole year. A whole fucking year. You ran into me every fucking day, you never paid attention to me. You never did anything to make things better between us. I hate you Alexander. And I hate that I hate you because you used to be my whole world, I would have done anything for you! But now I feel nothing but hate towards you! And I’m trying so hard to fight it, but I can’t. You can’t fix what you broke. You broke me and you can’t fix me. You destroyed me. I don’t trust anyone because of you. I can’t because-” I take a breath. “I can’t trust anyone because I trusted you with my life and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to give my heart to any other man when the one I loved for years turned his back to me. There is no making things better. You can’t.”

“Y/N, baby please listen to me” Alexander pleads, facing me.

“Don’t you dare calling me that. Go to hell Alec!” I shout to his face.

“Y/N, please! Don’t do that! I’m sorry! Please! I need you!” he says, grabbing my arm as I pass by him.

“Let go of me, Alexander. I swear to God I’ll chop your arm off” I warn, serious. “I needed you, you weren’t here. You should get a divorce, by the way. Your wife is cheating on you with Preston. I’ve known for years but decided that you didn’t deserve to know. Everyone in Idris knows. Everyone everywhere, actually. So much for a good reputation, cuckold” I spat, storming out of the room.


The Institute fades out behind me. I feel lighter. In a good way, because I finally expressed my feelings. In a bad way, because I feel like I just left my soul and already broken heart behind. I feel empty. I don’t have tears to cry anymore. I feel nothing and it scares me. Love, hurt, hate. What comes next? What do you feel when you have nothing to feel with anymore?

Imagine: Benny Turning You

Request: So I saw that your requests were open and I couldn’t resist. Could you do an imagine where the reader is like dying but she doesn’t cause she asks Benny to change her and he does and he helps her adjust and live a ‘normal’ life like he does?? Thanks 

Pairing: Benny x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: Blood, near-death experience, basically dying to become a vampire, being a vampire? Is that a warning?

@weirdnewbie sorry it took so long, hun! I loved this idea so much and wanted to really get it right.

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Birthday Surprise (Taeyong x Reader)

Originally posted by nct127


“He was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago, where is he?” You mentally asked yourself, looking down at your phone to check if there were any missed calls or messages.  

Tapping your heel against the leg of the table, you let out a frustrated sigh. It was half past nine and you had decided to go out for dinner with Taeyong since it was your birthday. Of course, you were the one who had made the reservations and did everything even though it was your special day since he rarely took time out of his busy schedule to prepare something for you. 

Even if it was your birthday. You took a sip of your water and mentally prayed that he came soon before the restaurant closed and you were asked to leave.

Taking a deep breath in and flattening out your hair, you tried to think optimistically though the annoying part of your brain nagged you that he had forgotten. Although, he didn’t occasionally take time out for you, Taeyong still treated you very well and was an amazing person, even if he didn’t show his affection for you very often. 

Just then interrupting your thoughts, you heard the restaurant door open, making you get up with a huge smile on your face. But when you saw who it was, your smile instantly dropped. It wasn’t him. Instead it was his close friend, Johnny who had a small, warm smile on his face as he looked at you. You softly smiled at him back and waved as he came closer to you. 

He chuckled and said, “You don’t look too happy to see me _________.” 

You shook your head and smiled, “It’s nothing like that, I’ve just been waiting for Taeyong to come for a while now so I was a little disappointed that it wasn’t him, I mean, I guess I can’t lie there.” 

You both lightly laughed and he stuck his hands in his pockets as he replied, “Well that was one of the reasons why I came here to pick you up because our lovely T-yongie couldn’t come for tonight cause he’s been up at the studios finishing up with some recordings.” 

And just like the other times, he had bailed on you, you shouldn’t have been surprised. Why should you be, when you knew that this was going to happen?

 “It’s okay, just take a deep breath” you thought to yourself and you closed your eyes letting out a big breath then reopened them saying, 

“Okay, that’s alright I understand.” 

You let out a small, lifeless laugh looking out the big restaurant windows murmuring, “You guys do have an album coming soon, I shouldn’t be selfish.” 

Johnny looked at you with concern and lightly touched your elbow, “Are you okay ________?” 

You nodded with a fake smile even though the both you knew you weren’t. But it was whatever now. Besides, what difference would your feelings make anyways? 

Taeyong was probably as usual going to stay at the studio until 3-4am, letting time fly by as he helped the composers/lyricists tweak things. Then he would come home, go right up to your room and pass out instantly beside you while you were already asleep after becoming tired of waiting for him. The next morning, he would wake up around 8 and freshen up, accidentally waking you in the process and mutter, “Shit. I totally forgot. I’m so sorry ________ I had to-“

You’d wave him off as usual and say that it was fine and you knew that he was busy and that they could go out some time during the week. But of course, you never had the time, or well he never had the time. 

This had been going on for a while now, ever since NCT had debuted and Taeyong had been claimed as a rising talented rapper in the music industry. Though you were glad that the fame had never reached his head, you still wished that you could spend more time with him. Rather than just having a rushed ten minute breakfast with him some mornings and waking up in the middle of the night to find him holding you and softly snoring.   

“Okay, you obviously haven’t ate yet,” Johnny interrupted your thoughts, “So where do you wanna go?” 

You shook your head and smiled at him, “It’s alright i’m not that hungry, I’ll just eat something at home.” 

“No, missy, you have to eat and that’s that, i’m not taking anymore excuses.” He looked at you sternly like a father would while walking with you outside the restaurant. 

You lightly laughed at his expression and new nickname for you then replied, “Okay fine, I’ll just get a cheeseburger with a Mcflurry or something.” 

With that you both got in his car and drove off to McDonald’s. But instead of going towards the non yellow McDonald’s sign, Johnny took a different turn and was going in the opposite direction which confused you. He noticed your expression and said, “Oh, I forgot my wallet at the studio so I was just gonna pick that up first.” 

You thought nothing of it since you knew that Johnny and the rest of the older guys from the group always insisted on paying for everything since you were Taeyong’s first girl-friend and he would probably never “find another” like you. Also he was pretty forgetful because you remembered the first time you had met, he had to rush off immediately right after since he had forgotten to pick his family up from the airport. 

“Do you have an aux (aucks) wire?” You randomly asked.

 “A what?” 

“An aux wire, you know like for playing music from the phone.”

Johnny rolled his eyes and replied, “You mean an auxiliary cord.” 

“It’s the same thing John-hoe.”

He glared at your nickname that was a mashup of his first name in korean and english and pulled the cord out of the glovebox, handing it to you at the red light, letting you plug it into your phone. “What song do you wanna listen to?” You asked him. 

“Hmmmm…. How about some Rae Sremmurd?” He answered with a smile. You shook your head knowing what song he wanted to hear since it was Taeyong’s and basically most of the other NCT member’s favourite song as well.

Ass fat, yeah I know, you just got cash? Blow sum mo, blow sum mo” 

You laughed as Johnny yelled out the lyrics, singing in a higher pitch than Nicki and for once, you realized you actually felt good today. It felt nice to have a friend when you were feeling down. Someone who was a goof like Johnny and in a way, it made you miss your friends back home since they used to do stuff like this all the time. 

Soon enough you reached the famous SM building, with it’s tall frame and logo out on a concrete sign in front. Johnny parked right out front in the small parking lot. He turned off the car and took the key out of ignition, looking at up at you, making his soft, brown hair flop in front of his face. 

“I’ll be back in a quick second, okay? Just stay right there.” 

You almost snorted but just rolled your eyes instead at what he said because honestly, where could you go at 10pm in the far side of downtown? Nevertheless, you listened and pulled out your phone to check and respond to any late birthday texts/calls. Fifteen minutes passed by and Johnny still hadn’t come back. It shouldn’t have taken that long to grab his wallet unless he was really having trouble. 

All of a sudden, someone knocked on your window and you screamed, holding your fist up while looking out. Of course, it was none other than the town idiot, Donghyuk laughing at you outside. 

You opened your door and whisper-yelled, “YA! What the hell are you doing in the middle of the night!?!” 

He laughed even more, clutching his stomach, “Noona, y-you’re just too hilarious to scare” More laughter. “And I have something important to tell you.”

“What? You twit?!” You angrily responded still grumpy from being frightened. 

“Jyani hyung can’t find his wallet so he told me to come get you so wouldn’t have to wait outside by yourself.” 

You let out a sigh but got out of the car and said, “Lead the way then Dongsookie.” 

He scowled at you whining, “Noona, I told you not to call me that in public anymore!!” 

“Is there anyone around us right now?” 

“No but-“ 

“So it’s fine then.” You smirked at him and he glared at you, angrily walking up the steps. Nevertheless, you followed right behind him and walked into the dark building. Everyone had probably gone home or to dinner so again you didn’t think much. Donghyuk led you up the flight of stairs and you both walked down a creepy dimly lit hallway together. 

“Okay, be honest, am I in some horror movie or something? And is a zombie guy gonna pop out? I mean I wouldn’t mind if he was cute but still,l where are you leading me and is it to my death? If so, let me know so I can eat a Skors Mcflurry before I go.” 

He made a disgusted face, looking back at you. “Ew no, this isn’t the time to be thinking of your weird fantasies noona. And I don’t know what you’re on today but zombies don’t exist but these hallway lights just need to be changed, that’s it. Besides, if I really wanted to do that, I could have done it ages ago.”

You smiled, wanting to laugh at his sassy reaction but at the same time smack his head and walked in first when he opened the door. 

“Johnny? Young-hoe? Are you in here?” You asked in the pitch blackness. Where was the light switch in here anyways? All of a sudden, you heard the door click behind you and realized that Donghyuk had locked it. Oh god you were really gonna die and Donghyuk had lied, he was part of the zombie crew. The world was going to end on your birthday, before you could even get married and have kids. Making you wish you would’ve listened to Johnny properly and stayed in the car. 

“Donghyuk?! Johnny!? Why’d you lock me in here?!?  Did you lie to me!? You’re really gonna let me die here aren’t you?!?!” You start to tear up slightly as you banged on the wall to get someone to open the door since you were extremely afraid of the dark. 

“Happy birthday to you” a low, enticing voice sang from the darkness.

You stopped tearing up and instantly, your heartbeat quickened. You could tell who’s voice it was even from a hundred miles away. 

“Happy birthday to you” It sang again from behind you, making you turn around.

Then a spotlight shined in the middle of the dance-room and you saw him. Dressed casually yet cool as usual in a striped blue shirt with track-pants and his face covered with a bouquet of flowers, was none other than your boyfriend, Lee Taeyong. 

“Happy birthday dear ________. Happy birthday to you.” 

You smiled, this time, the tears in your eyes were from happiness instead of fear as he removed the flowers from his stunning face and smiled at you cheekily. 

He had remembered. 

The lights turned on now and you heard a loud “SURPRISE!” before you saw all of your friends and the NCT members surrounding you with smiles on their faces. 

Taeyong walked up to you quietly until he was a breath away, saying through all the noise, “I didn’t forget about the restaurant, that was just a set-up. And I know you love surprises. Also, since you were feeling home-sick, I invited some of your friends from _________. And we-”

You cut him off by throwing your hands around his neck and kissing him. Feeling his warm lips curve into a smile, you felt like you were on cloud-nine.

 Once you pulled back, he had a smile on his face as he murmured, “Damn. I should start surprising you more often just to get a reaction like that to happen again.” 

You laughed, smacking his arm and laid your fore-head on his whispering, “I love it all and I love you.” Taeyong smiled wider at this and kissed you softly then whispered on your lips, “I love you too.”

Even When It Hurts [Nyx x Reader]

This idea sprung up when @toreishi​ and I were talking about the scars on Nyx’s glorious chest (I would plant my face and die on that chest) 

Of course I couldn’t miss an opportunity to write about, so here it is! Also because I wanted an excuse to write this man shirtless XD


SHIP: Nyx/Reader

WORD COUNT: 4145


See me fall down. Let me die here slowly…

Steel-blue eyes slowly opened as the glaive roused awake from his slumber. He blinked and rubbed his lids, allowing his sight to familiarize to the morning light he hadn’t been accustomed to seeing for so long. Usually he’d be greeted by a dark room the moment he awoke. Being a soldier to the crown meant early hours, and it was part of a lifestyle to wake up way before the sun made its first break over the horizon. The dark cold mornings were the dull and a dreadful reminders of the agonising work hours Nyx would have to endure. But this time, with the morning light softly filtering through the sheer curtains, the glaive felt at ease.

His eyes flickered to the alarm clock placed on the bedside table. 9 o’clock it read. The sight brought a beam to Nyx’s lips. Though still an early hour, to the glaive waking up at this time was a rare occasion. A sigh of pure content sounded as he lowered himself back down on the soft plush mattress, surrounded by the warmth of the blankets. But that wasn’t the only thing keeping him warm. You lay asleep beside him, your head resting upon his shoulder while his arm wrapped around your form.

He brought his lips to place a kiss upon your hair. “I love you..” he said softly, a familiar sweet scent entered his nose, causing him to smile.

Stirring, you opened your eyes to see Nyx gazing down at you. “Good morning, sleepy head.” you murmured.

A low chuckled sounded past Nyx’s lips. “Me? I think the sleepy head here is you.”

You too let a laugh back. “Well to be truthful, I woke up before you. And plus,” you snuggled further into his hold. “it’s been awhile since I’ve been able to wake up with you.”

Those words were indeed true. Nyx had forgotten the last time he was given the chance to see you in the morning, In his line of work, a simple concept of waking up to a beloved was still hard to come by for this glaive.

“Is that my shirt you’re wearing?” Nyx asked, taking note of the familiar t-shirt you were currently dressed in. It was an obvious fact that it too big for you. The old shirt appeared more like a dress on your figure as the loose garment fell just at your thighs. But even so, such sight was still attractive to the glaive.

“Maybe.” you hummed. “You left it when you came over a while ago. Why? Do you want it back?” you asked, gazing up at your lover with a smile.

Nyx smirked. “No, I think it looks better on you.” he said, planting a kiss on your temple.

“Good. Cause I wasn’t planning on giving it back anyway.” you smirked in return. “It’s too comfortable.”

Nyx grinned. “For you, I’ll give you anything.” he replied, and captured your lips in his for a sweet morning kiss.

However, sweet soon took a passionate turn when the glaive rolled on top of you. His weight pinned you down, but you paid no mind, the kiss was already enough to leave you breathless. Fingers knotting in his hair, the intimacy deepened, gifting Nyx a blissful hum from you when you kissed back. A kiss, such a usual thing the two of you shared. Yet, the gesture spoke of all the emotions you felt for each other; the love, the longing, and the sorrow inflicted when torn away from each other’s company.

Separation.

Nyx warned you of that. You knew the consequences and risks of loving a man of duty, but the endearment you felt for this soldier was far too deep for you to escape. And it was this affection you had that convinced Nyx to give this budding love a chance. But even so, it was all too painful. With every new mission came a surge of merciless dread to overcome you and Nyx. Even the shortest missions—usually consisting of a day—was enough to trigger the unbearable fear of not being able to see each other again. How you two still held on was a miracle. But the moments of anguish would diminished the second Nyx stepped through the door. No words were needed to express what had to be said. Just being able to embrace other again, and kiss those words of yearning upon each other’s lips was more than enough.

I miss you. The arms would speak.

I love you. The lips would trace upon skin.

Never let me go. Breathless words would pray.

Such which happened the night before.

“Don’t leave me…” you mumbled again his lips. “Please…”

“[Name]….” The glaive pulled back from your lips. The look you wore was no longer with endearment, but instead dressed in dread. It was a look he was all too familiar with, a look that you’d give him whenever he left beyond the wall. “I’m not going anywhere.” He spoke the words he’d always say before his good-byes. But his voice sounded with evident hesitance as if he knew they were nothing but lies.

“But how can you be so sure?” you questioned back.

Nyx’s eyes widened in shock. “[Name]—” However his response was only stolen with another kiss.

It wasn’t gentle like before. No, your lips felt desperate, almost as if you were pleading, praying for him to stay as they captured hastily against his. Breaths melded in shallow gasps as you parted, only to have you and your lover stare deep into each other once again. The glaive’s heart ached upon witnessing the pain manifesting in your face. It was because of him were you forced to feel such suffering. Cupping your face in his hands, Nyx drew your lips back to his with yearning and desire.

I’ll never leave you his lips seemed to whisper in promise. Even if it was a promise hard to keep, he wanted nothing more than to help you ease your worries.

A soft moan sounded from your throat as you melted into the moment. Your hands began to wander, down from his hair to his jawline, fingers tracing the lines of the tattoo on his neck, until they reached past his shoulders. When you neared his chest, it was then did you feel Nyx suddenly freeze—as if he was in pain. Pulling away, your view wandered to the scars on his chest. You always noticed them, but you never dared to speak of them. With your fingertips you lightly traced the rough skin, following their path as they branched from his shoulder to his chest like crawling vines. You could still feel Nyx flinch even under your soft touch.  

“Nyx.” you spoke, lifting your gaze from the scars which marred his skin to his very own. “Tell me about them.”

Nyx froze. It was clear what you were referring to. “There’s nothing to tell you.” He leaned over to kiss you once more, to advert your attention away from his scars. However with your hands upon his chest, you gently pushed him off you. You could feel a soft rhythm under your palm, the beating of a shallow melody—a song that only belonged to a broken man.

“Tell me.” you said again. Sitting up from where you lay you stared back up at him.

The look in your eyes spoke with such sincerity as they bored into his—and it hurt. You had shown so much to him, a world behind the walls of war and destruction and the feeling of being wanted. But here he was still hiding in the shadows of his demons, behind those walls where he lay his life like a meaningless sacrifice—such was the purpose of the king’s blade. He tried his best to imprison the glaive that hardened his soul, to keep it apart from the things that made him the happiest. But he could only keep them at bay for so long. The torment still gnawed at him as they sunk their teeth deep within his heart. God, he wished he could tell you how much it damaged him, he wished he had the strength to show you the reality that was slowly killing him inside. Though at the same time, he feared what would transpire if he did. You swore to stay by his side no matter the consequences, but how true were your words? Nyx knew better than to doubt, but trust was a rare thing in his new purpose.

“I….”His brows furrowed as he averted his gaze away, the sight of you only weighed upon his soul. “I can’t…” He didn’t deserve you, god he didn’t.

“Nyx.” his name parted from your lips, like another prayer he wished to hear once more. Leaning close, your hands you cupped his face and brought his forehead to press against yours. His shallow breaths ghosting against your lips. “For me, please.” He said he’d give you anything, and this was everything you wanted.

You could never gather the courage to ask about the stories of his battles, nor has he ever shared them. But the scars, they had their own stories to tell. The rigid and jagged lines carved upon his skin; fresh and old, told the tales of this courageous soldier, the red painted fields and the tragedies of his comrades—new friends and old—slaughtered before his very eyes. It hurt him to tell, and you knew that well. But even so, no longer could you bear another night when he would come home to you, only to have his terrified orbs—scarred with the horrors he was shackled to witness—to meet yours.

Like always, Nyx found comfort in your touch. Inhaling sharply, he placed his hands on top of yours and brought them down to his lap, lacing his fingers with yours. “It was just another missions, another battle beyond the walls.” he began.

The glaive remembered it vividly. It was just like every other day in the cramped confinements of those dark rickety vans, being transported—like cattle to a slaughterhouse—to the barren wastelands where the glaives would lay their lives on a silver platter like an offering to the Gods, all for heart and home. With no time to second guess, the endless hours of relentless fighting would commence—staining their hands with the blood of not only their enemies, but comrades too.

“We won that battle, like we always did. We sent the Nifs running with their tails between their legs…” Such was a common victory, but a scornful chuckle sounded from the glaive despite the words of his triumph. It tasted sweet against his tongue, but it wasn’t long until that victory tasted of poison. He could feel a sudden hard tug within, like the unravelling of a stitch on a forgotten wound. The smells of the battlefield, the stench of rotting flesh, and the suffocation of smoke and dust entering his lungs, it was all coming back to him.

“What happened?”

Nyx snapped back to see you staring back at him in wait for him to continue. However he swallowed thickly, unable to find that will to continue his tale. “I’m sorry, [Name]….I can't—”

“You can.” You cut him off. “You can tell me, and I’ll still be listening ” your voice sounded firm, though there was still a hint of gentleness within. With your hands in his, you gave them a tight squeeze, a gesture of reassurance to show him that you were indeed speaking the truth.

Nyx lowered his gaze, the manifests of hesitance were seeping from inside. But how long are you willing to listen? He wanted to say. They all left when they heard of the horrors, of the man he had become. And yet….  “I almost died that day…” he whispered.

Death. Like a shadowing phantom, it was always there, always following until the moment it would mercilessly snatch even the most innocent lives in it’s ghostly grasp—erasing them from existence. The thought of him ever dying was an agonising pill to swallow. But it was a fact that it was impossible to avoid in Nyx’s life as a glaive—it was for the greater good, as they would put it. But even so, it was a reality hard to accept.

“How?”

Nyx bit down on his lip. The tugging of stitches on this forgotten wound were becoming more brutal at each passing second, as he reached into his subconscious to rip those repressed memories of long ago. “Those MTs…those killing machines, they got me.”

And the glaive told you. He told you the memory which devoured the man he was born to be.

The gunshots cracked like thunder, forged with the power of the storm as the bullets of the Magitek sliced mercilessly through the air. Nyx maneuverered over the terrain, trying to gain ground between himself and the weapons of the empire. His heavy boots skidded across the dirt and rubble as he raced just in time to take shelter behind a crumbling concrete wall, to hear a few bullets pelt against the ruin instead of his head. He inhaled a heavy and sharp breath, only to breathe in smoke and dust instead of the sweet air his lungs pleaded for. The sweat on his temple trickled down the side of his face, mixing with the dirt and blood, stinging the fresh cuts—such was the fruits of his labor. The echoes of the relentless firing of nuzzles haunted his hearing. Still Nyx willed himself to ignore the deafening sound. Gripping his kukris tightly in his gloved grip he carefully peeked from behind the concrete wall, eyes trying to map his route. He had to move to the next point quickly, but how? From all directions he could see the many firearms pointed at all directions. He could disarm them quickly, but it’ll be near impossible to do so without getting blasted—the triggers were always prepared to shoot.

Suddenly, a red beam of which only belonged to a laser began to point at the glaive’s head. Eyes widening, Nyx quickly ducked back behind the wall, just in time as the bullet hit the spot right where he had been seconds ago. Gritting his teeth, the glaive silently cursed.

Shit!

Quickly, he turned directions. With his back pressed against the wall he followed its length and snuck his head out from behind to scope another route. Thankfully he was shielded from the sniper’s point of view. Nevertheless Nyx knew his time was running thin. The MTs were due to encroach on his position anytime soon. The very last thing he wanted was to be trapped…or so he thought.

“Did…did you make it out?” Your grip on his hands tightened as they had been doing so ever since he started.

Nyx didn’t reply. But the moment he turned his head away with the tightening of his lip, it was enough to give you the answer.

Barely

A warp was all he needed to escape the situation he was in. However as simple as it sounded, the task itself was not. Taking one last glance at the war-zone he was hiding from, he landed on his target—higher ground was what he needed. Twirling the kukri in his hand, Nyx threw his blade with a swift swing of his arm. It punctured into the wall as he intended and soon his body followed suit in a cloud of shattering crystal and smoke. Reappearing in a flash of light, he held onto the hilt of his kukri and dug the soles of his heavy boots into the structure in order to keep his balance. Steel-blue eyes analysed the battlefield before him. From up above he would see his fellow glaives fighting their own battles. The cries of war and the screams of death still managed to enter his ears even at a height closer to heaven. However his time of minimal ‘peace’ came to an end when a sound of cracking and crumbling added to the noises of his surroundings. Furrowing his brows, Nyx glanced up to see cracks forming upon the stone of where his kukri had punctured.  His eyes widened, however upon realisation it was already too late.

Time had slowed for moment. Yet his body was continuously dropping at a speed which constricted his throat till he could hardly draw breath. His fingers reached out as if to grab anything to stop him from plummeting to the ground, but he clutched on nothing but thin air—even his kukri seemed to be out of reach.  He knew the pain was coming, but the wait felt eternal while his body jerked and flailed as he fell. Then he landed. However he didn’t scream. Instead he groaned in agony, followed by a hiss as he withered from the impact. Wincing, Nyx pulled himself up, pain rippled up his legs and shot through his arm. Bones shifted followed by cracks. They were definitely broken. Limping, he leaned against the closest wall trying his best to support his bodyweight. His gasps of pain sounded like sweet music to the devil.

“Nyx!”  a voice sounded through his earpiece. “Nyx we need backup!”  It was Libertus, frantic as always.

“I’m a little busy here.” The said glaive hissed back through gritted teeth. The pain consuming his limbs was excruciating. But broken bones were not an excuse to stop fighting.  Excuses were non-existent the moment he joined the Kingsglaive. “I’ll….” he swallowed the pain. “I’ll be there soon—Argh!”

His words were replaced with a strangled scream as a paralysing sensation began to spread from the centre of his chest to the rest of his body. Nyx didn’t need to look back to know what had happened. He had let his guard down for a short moment, but it was enough time for the arm of magitek soldier to lunge and spear their arm through his back. His breath had left him, neither could he move. The electricity from the hearts of the machine coursed through his body, freezing his every nerve as it took control of his being. Like a puppet on a string, he began to twitch and jerk violently. The tingling sensation wasn’t like that of a simple zap running through his skin. It felt hot, almost searing as it burned its way through his flesh. And soon, the fires of the battlefield weren’t the only smells that entered his nose.

This was it. He was done for…at last.

“But you made it out alive.” you remarked. “You’re still here. You didn’t die.”

A response of silence.

“Nyx?” You said his name again.

Again, Nyx didn’t say a word. Instead, you felt his hands grow limp against yours, no longer holding back with the warmth you adored. And it was at that moment did you see the life leave his steel-blue eyes, even if he wasn’t dead.

“If only I did…”

The tranquility Nyx felt despite the moment of torment was engraved so vividly into his memory. He remembered hearing the tolling bells from the afterlife in the distance, beckoning for his return. He could still feel the embrace of death holding him, caressing his skin like the gentle touch of a mother to a babe. It was the most peaceful he had felt, and Nyx wished nothing more than to feel it again.

 “I thought…I thought I could see them again…” he murmured. “Mother…Selena…” Agony seeped in his words, and it hurt to hear them. 

“Every time I enter that battlefield, I pray that this time would be it, that my suffering will finally come to an end.” But reality was cruel, and the gods never accepted him into their haven, even if he was clinging onto his last threads of mortality.

Your heart stopped from hearing those words escape his lips. “Nyx, don’t say that…” you said. “Your life is worth so much more than you thin—”

“It’s not [Name]!”

You flinched from the sudden yell of his voice. Rage simmered in his gaze, but you could see past it. Deep within you could see another man—lonely and scared.

“It’s not….” Nyx lowered his head. “I’m not who you think I am.” his voice was cold, distant and sounded like one of defeat.

“Why do you say that?” you asked.

“I’m tired [Name]” Nyx muttered. “I’m tired of running, I’m tired of being chased by these demons, I’m tired of having my life shredded like a dead animal.” The rage in his eyes depleted into one of despair—a look of one lost of hope. “I just want it to stop. I just want to lay my head down and rest for once in my life. But I can’t [Name]!”

“But you have to try!” you tried to reason. “You can’t give up this easily Nyx, you’re stronger than this!”

“What’s the point?” Nyx refuted. “What’s the point of trying anymore, when all I do is come back with the same thoughts of these battles, and I wake up to only find out that nothing in my life has changed and that I’m still living this god damn nightmare! I’m alive, but what am I alive for?”

“There’s people who still need you Nyx. You can’t just throw your life away.” you reached your hand out to take his, but the glaive immediately pulled away.

“No one needs me [Name]. Mother and Selena are dead. I have no home or anyone to return to.” Breathing out a trembling breath, Nyx brought his hands to his face, burying his anguish. “I…I want to die.”

You softened your gaze. This side to him wasn’t a side he’d shown you before; it was a side he hadn’t shown anyone. For as long as you’d known him, Nyx was the soldier you’d met that night at Malbo’s Smul Hut. The hero of the Kingsglaive who tried to impress you with his tales of bravery, and the man who took you home and made you his woman, and soon his lover. You remembered him looking so confident and courageous in his uniform; like the hero they dubbed him to be. But when that uniform came off, you would see the damage that lay in it’s wake. Behind the blades and magic, Nyx was just a man, weak and terrified. A man, forged into a weapon by the hands of its king to be thrown into the battlefield to find peace. And a man who would wake up every morning with nothing but the company of his scars—a reminder of the days his life would flash before his eyes. The wounds of his battles would heal, but the haunting memories burned upon his conscious were the ones of eternal.

“Why are you so eager to die?”

“Because it’s the only way I can go home…”

Without saying anymore, you reach out and wrapped your arms around Nyx, pressing your cheek against his neck as you pulled him close. You had embraced him many times before, however the body you held in your arms felt different—it felt frail. You could feel the suffering, his anguish seeping through his skin. Maybe a simple hug wasn’t enough to ease the demons feasting on his sanity, but you hoped it was enough for him to know that you were still here, that you were the someone he could return to.

“You are home, Nyx…”

Words of silence was all you could hear from this broken soldier. But soon his arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you tightly towards him. Your touch was what he needed in these moments of darkness—and it was what made him come back to you. He thought you were just another fling, another woman to impress. But it was this feeling of serenity and solace you provided that night which made him come back for more. Your arms were his safe haven–a piece of heaven Nyx thought he’d never reach. And in this moment, it was in these very arms did the glaive within perish. His sobs were silent, but the violent shuddering of his shoulders were enough.

“And I’ll always be here for you to come back to…”

Your words were that of promise that day. Now you stood under the sunrise of a ruined city where smoke mixed amongst the hues of orange and pinks. Such a beautiful sight, yet still grievous in nature. The place of your birth, your home now lay in waste. Yet, here you remained waiting. He told you it was a simple escort and that’ll he’ll be back soon. You believed him like always, and even now you still did. No matter how long it took, you knew he would return to you soon.

But for now, he was home.

Poor Little Rich Girl-Part 2

This is an A/B/O AU

Your father Lucifer, is the Alpha of your pack and he rules your town with an iron fist.  He is forcing you to marry the son and heir of a rival pack.  It is 3 weeks before your wedding when you find out Sam Winchester is back.   Sam was your first love at 17, and when your father found out, he forced his family to leave town.  You haven’t spoken to him since.  What will happen when you see him again?

Characters: Alpha! Sam Winchester, Beta! Dean Winchester, Omega!Castiel Novak, Omega! Mary Winchester, Reader, Alpha! (Nick) Lucifer, Beta! Michael, Beta! Gabriel, Beta! Stephanie (OC), Alpha Eric (OC) Chuck (mentioned)

Master List

Introduction (all parts are linked)

Things had started off innocently enough. After I’d done poorly on my second test in a row, my Calculus teacher Mr. Reynolds had recommended a tutor. I was desperate to try anything that might get my grade up. My father would kill me if I failed this class.

“I think I have the perfect person for you, Y/N.  He is a former student of mine and one of the best I ever taught. He has tutored for me before.  His name is Sam Winchester.   Here is his number.”

Sam and I made plans to meet at the library after school.  When I arrived and saw him, I knew I was in trouble. As soon as I smelled him I could tell he was Alpha, major Alpha.  Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.  But Sam was a perfect gentleman keeping our time together focused on calculus and nothing else.

One afternoon our lesson ran late and the library was about to close.  I had lost my car for the week due to my “backtalk” so I had been walking to our lessons.  It was raining when we left, and I was dreading walking home in the downpour.

“Let me give you a ride.” Sam offered. I accepted just so I could spend more time with him.  We chatted during the ride. He asked how I’d lost my driving privileges, and I simply said it wasn’t always easy being the Alpha’s daughter.

When we arrived at my house, Sam pulled into the long, circular driveway and whistled in appreciation. “Pretty fancy digs you got there, Y/N.”

I looked at him sadly before getting out of the car.  “It doesn’t matter how nice it is, Sam.  A prison is still a prison.”  He waited until he was sure I was in the house before leaving.

As I set out for my morning run, I kept replaying Sam’s words in my head. I would be lying if I said I didn’t dream that night about Sam doing more than just kissing me.  But I wasn’t a naive seventeen-year-old Omega in the throes of her first crush anymore.

I had heard NOTHING from Sam for over 10 years, and then three weeks before my wedding he shows up and tells me I should be with him.  I knew what my father was capable of.  Getting run out of town was the least of Sam’s worries.  Nobody messed with the Alpha’s daughter.

When I leaned down at the water fountain to get a drink, I jumped when my earbuds were suddenly pulled from my ears.  “Don’t stop on my account. I’m enjoying the view tremendously.”

I whirled around to find Sam running in place behind me, t-shirt sticky with sweat, barely breathing heavy.  I was suddenly conscious of my tank top and running shorts.

“Are you stalking me now? I hear nothing from you for ten years now every time I turn around I’m tripping over you!  What is your game, Sam?“

I was trying hard to maintain my righteous indignation, but he smelled so good. “If you want me so much, why didn’t I hear from you before now?”

“Wait…” He began, holding up a finger.

“No, YOU wait! I had no idea where your family had moved to. I tried to find you, but my father told me in no uncertain terms to stop looking.” I stared at him, arms crossed, waiting for an answer.

“You have every right to ask.”  He began.  “After your Dad made sure mine lost his job at the garage, and we were “encouraged” by the Alpha to move, my Dad was so bitter he refused to even talk about this place.  I went to college and law school so I could make something of myself before I came back.”

He looked at me earnestly. “Ask Dean, I never forgot you.  Then my Dad got sick.  He died last year.  As soon as I could I started applying for jobs here.”

“Run with me?” I said to Sam. We jogged off together down the path that cut through the park.  When I was sure that no one could see us, I stopped and turned to him.  “The pack meeting is tonight.  Just promise me if you get an invite from the Alpha to attend, you decline.  Do not join.  Eric is going to be there tonight.”

If was not a requirement to join the pack.  Not everyone did. I likened the Alpha to the Godfather.  If you joined the pack, you enjoyed certain privileges: The protection of the Alpha, the benefit of shared resources, the assistance of fellow pack members if needed.  But these privileges came at a price.  The Alpha’s word was law.

Those who broke the rules were punished swiftly.  Over the years, there had been several who had stepped up to challenge my father, but his strength was legendary.  No one had unseated him as Alpha, though some had tried.  With Uncle Michael as his “Consigliere”, my father ruled through intimidation and fear.

This is the environment I was raised in.  I was expected to tow the line and do what my father commanded of me until I was mated, then I would do what my Alpha commanded of me.  My father had a very old-fashioned view of Omegas.  They were to be seen and not heard.  Eric’s mother barely said two words ever without looking to her Alpha for permission. I was NEVER going to be like her.

“It has already come, Y/N.  And Dean and I have both accepted.  I will be there.  I want to meet this Alpha your father has sold you off to.”  Sam told me.

“I was suddenly furious. “Haven’t you heard a word I’ve said? The last thing you want is my Dad poking his nose into your business.  You only want to meet Eric so you can size up the competition.”

Sam reached out, his huge hands grabbing my upper arms and pushing my back against a tree. He pressed his body against mine, showing his Alpha dominance.  He ran his lips down the column of my neck, tongue licking the sweat off.  When he dragged his teeth over the spot where my neck and shoulder met, I whimpered and clawed at his back, trying to get him closer.

“What would your Daddy say if he knew I had you here, panting and moaning underneath me? Does Eric make you hot like this? Does he?  I could take you right now, and you would let me, wouldn’t you?”

His words pierced through my endorphin-fueled haze like a dart.  Yes, I probably would have let him take me right here, but I would die before I’d admit it now. 

“You bastard,” I whispered.  I pushed hard against Sam’s chest to make him let me go.  It was like trying to move a brick wall.  I was mortified that I had lost control like that.

“I am your Alpha, Y/N.  The sooner you realize that the easier this will be. I don’t care what your father says.  I mean to see this through to the end. Your mine, and I don’t share.  I’ll see you tonight.  I can’t wait to meet Eric.” 

Sam kissed me hard, so hard I saw stars.  Then he let me go and jogged off down the path while I fought to collect myself.  I wondered what I would have to do to get out of the pack meeting.  My Dad would accept nothing short of my actual death, and even then he would probably demand to see the body.

My life had been a whole lot simplier before Sam Winchester came back to town.

Part 3

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We don’t believe what’s on TV - Chapter 5

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Resume: I had an ordinary life, or that’s what I wanted to believe. I lost myself in the TV series that I listened to forget the normal boring life. What I didn’t know, however, was that my life would change completely overnight.

Finding myself in 2013 at Beacon Hills County.

This will be a Stiles x Reader but only further in the story

Word count: 2397

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A/N: longer chapter!

In this chapter: Discovering a part of the town, Scott house. The nightmares. The voice telling me I shouldn’t be there. Am I cursed?

It wasn’t until the next day that I had my discharge from hospital. I had to wait for many people agreement and I also had to fill many papers, without really knowing what name to sign until the sheriff arrived with a paper saying that Melissa was now my legal tutor. She signed her name, and asked me to sign mine as well. I quickly read the details of the sheet and noticed that it was saying that right now my last name was the one of my tutor.

Y / N Mccall.

I felt like Scott’s little sister and this detail made me smile when I signed the last papers. Melissa told me that she was only finishing her shift later that evening so it was Scott who was going to accompany me home. Scott’s house, with the stair in front of the door, the living room to the right and the kitchen to the left. I knew only the parts of the house that was visible in the show, so I was excited to discover the rest.

Someone knocked on the door of my hospital room and I authorized the person to enter. It was Scott who came to get me. When I saw him enter, I had difficulties believing my eyes. It was still so unreal.

“Are you ready?” He asked me.

I replaced a hair lock behind my ear, lowering my head. It was still really hard to look him in the eye, still embarrassing. But I promised myself that as long as I didn’t know why and how I got here, I had to remain calm.

“I … have no clothes to put on,” I mumbled.

He scratched his head. He hadn’t thought about that either. I couldn’t leave with the hospital gown. He told me to wait a moment before returning with my clothes, the one I had when I first came into this world. They were still dirty and full of dry mud.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“There’s nothing else,” he confided. “We’re going to buy a few pieces of clothing on the road, I promise.”

He offered me his puppy dog smile ​​and I couldn’t resist him.

“Okay.”

Once I was changed, with two uncomfortable crutches hard to handle because of my injured hand, I followed Scott. It was stressing me to leave with him even thought I knew it wasn’t a stranger. I was about to discover the world of Teen Wolf, to discover the city and all its habitants. A mixture of stress and excitement inhabited my entire body, and Scott quickly noticed it in the strange way I walked with the crutches.

“Everything is fine?” He asked me, opening the door of the car for me. I took a seat in the car.

” Yes!” I said too quickly before scraping my throat. “I mean, yes, I’m just happy to finally get out of the hospital and not going to Eichen House …”

It was not quite a lie, so my heart had no reason to panic. But it was beating so hard, anyone could hear it even someone with normal hearing. With his supernatural ears, I suspected that Scott had heard everything. If that was the case, he didn’t seem to show any suspicion towards me as he took the driver seat.

We went to a store that sold good cheap clothes, and Scott let me pick a few pieces. I tried a few, but I decided on comfortable and ample clothes to be able to be the most normal and unnoticed possible. Scott paid for my purchases, and even carried the bags. Once in the car, I started feeling guilty.

“I’ll pay you back,” I whispered, head down.

“No, no, it’s okay,” he replied.

New silence.

“I … I know you don’t trust me, not entirely,” I began softly. He turned his head briefly to me and then rested his gaze on the road. “But I swear to you that I will prove my worth to you, and I will repay my debts.”

He didn’t answer right away. I raised my head to detail his face, which was still concentrated on the road. Then he opened his mouth.

“I know,” was all he said to me.

We arrived shortly afterwards at home, and I quickly recognized the house for having seen it a couple of time in the show. He brought me in, showed me the rooms even thought I knew most of them, and showed me the free bedroom next to his, telling me it was now mine. I went in and looked around before sitting on the mattress. I passed my hand over the bed-cover, sighing. Scott put the bags near my bed and came to meet me, sitting down beside me.

“It must be weird to host someone you don’t know,” I began. “Why did you propose?”

He thought for a moment.

“You needed help … and then … I feel like you want to help too, I don’t know why but I have a good feeling. And usually, I believe in my instincts. ”

He stood up and walked toward the door.

“I have to go to work, I will come back tonight. My mother doesn’t come back until tomorrow morning so … you can take advantage of it to sleep a little.”

I nodded positively before taking the recently bought clothing bag and then stopped moving.

“We didn’t take pajamas …”

Scott told me to wait before coming back with a big t-shirt and wide pants.

“I don’t know if it will fit, but I can lend you some of my clothes, and I’ll buy you pajamas when I get back from work.”

The red rose to my cheeks as I took Scott’s clothes. Scott’s clothes. I had to repeat it several times in my head to believe it.

“Yes thanks… ”

“I’ll call to see if everything is okay. Please answer when I’ll do. ”

I nodded positively.

Scott waved a shy goodbye before leaving. He probably didn’t mind leaving me alone in his house.

As soon as he was gone, I felt a tiredness fall on my shoulders. I thought I had slept a lot since I arrived and yet I felt I could still sleep for hours. I was so tired, exhausted, it was almost abnormal. My head emptied completely and my vision began to get confused. Scott’s clothes slipped from my hands and I just had time to put my head on the pillow as I fell asleep.


“You shouldn’t.

You shouldn’t.

You shouldn’t. “

This hoarse, low, unreal voice echoed in my skull like a broken record. I couldn’t see anything around me. Nothing surrounded me. Only that voice and the cold biting my bones. I was so cold, but at the same time I didn’t feel anything.

"I shouldn’t what!” I exclaimed, frozen and horribly tired. I had only one desire, lie down on the floor and sleep. But that meant letting me die…

"You shouldn’t be here. ”

I turned on myself in search of the source of the voice, but saw nothing but darkness.

“You shouldn’t know all that.”

“You shouldn’t talk.”

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“You shouldn’t be alive.”

“ Who are you!” I shouted loudly feeling the fear starting to take possession of my body. I was getting colder and colder

I felt a presence behind me and a breath that was at once cold and horribly hot tickling my neck.

"I am here too… I watch you … if you speak, I will be there … and you will suffer …”

I swallowed and my body started to shake uncontrollably.

“You can’t save them. You can’t change the future, Y / N ”

“Who are you … leave me alone…” I hardly mumbled because the cold was making my lips shake.

The voice ended being silent, replaced by a voice that wasn’t unknown to me.

“ Because you’re Scott Mccall! You’re a true Alpha! But guess what? We can’t all be true alpha. Some of us have to make mistakes! Some of us have to get their hands a little bloody sometimes! Some of us are human!”

I turned quickly in the darkness.

” Allison is dead… Now I guess the only good thing is it looks like I’m dying, too.”

I recognized the voice. I recognized the suffering. I felt the pain like a blade burning my chest.

“ I’m fine. Yeah, aside from the not sleeping, the jumpiness, the constant overwhelming crushing fear that something terrible is about to happen.”

I began to run in all directions, lost. I felt fear, anguish, helplessness. All the emotions were in me. Sadness, anger, defeat.

Pain.

Then flashes appeared before my eyes. One moment I was in front of the nemeton, the other I was in class, then the other in front of Stiles jeep.

I turned around again and this time I saw something on the floor.

A body.

I approached slowly as I heard my heart beat in my ears. I squatted close to the body to turn it towards me and what I saw made me fall to the floor. The now covered in blood floor.

The body in front of me was Stiles Stilinski, and everywhere around me there were now dozens of bodies.

Scott. Melissa. Lydia. Allison. Aidan. Ethan. Danny. Isaac. Boyd. Erica. Allison’s father and the sheriff.

And even the characters that weren’t yet in the series. Kira. Malia. Liam. Mason. Hayden. Parrish.

Everyone was dead, and there was only me in the middle of their bodies covered with their blood.

“You’re not going to save anyone… you’re going to kill everyone trying to save them.”

It was too much. I began to beat my head with my fists covered with blood. I had seen Stiles do the same to wake up and right now it was my only solution.

“WAKE UP Y / N, WAKE UP!! ”

I felt a painful heat spread in my chest so I shouted. I shouted as loudly as Lydia shouted in her banshee moments. I shouted until it hurt and I stretched out my hands in front of me.

Then I felt something wrap around me and someone talking to me.

I opened my eyes as I kept shouting. Someone was holding me firmly in his arms to stop me from moving, telling me to calm down and that everything was fine. It was a dream? Or was I awake? Why … does this scene seem so familiar?

“Calm down… ”

I looked up to see the sheriff. Then I noticed that I was in Stiles’ room. The sheriff immediately gave me up and stood up to show me his bloody hands.

“ It’s your fault. ”

This time, when I shouted to wake up, I felt my burning throat protest. My cry choked in the middle, and I began to choke and gasp as I moved in all directions in my bed, my eyes wide open, seeing nothing. I felt arms around me again, but this time I struggled against them as best I could. I didn’t want to be dreaming again, not another nightmare, where was the reality… Where was the dream…

“Shhh … you’re awake, everything’s all right …”

I recognized the voice as soon as it resounded in my ears, and my cries immediately stopped, stifled by my sobs, which replaced them. I put my hands on his arms. He was sitting behind me and hugging me firmly.

“I’m sorry …” I said crying before raising my head to look at him. It was now dark in the room, a sign that it was probably late at night. But I could still recognize him.

“I’m sorry Stiles …”

“Shhh … it was just a dream.” He repeated to me, stroking my arm with his fingers. He didn’t understand. I knew it wasn’t a dream. It was a warning. The voice … I couldn’t talk about what I shouldn’t know. The voice was there, it was watching me. Blood, pain. I couldn’t stay. I didn’t belong here.

I pushed back his embrace without looking at him. I didn’t want him to stay, my presence was putting him in danger, I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t stay. I couldn’t stay here near them if it meant that everyone was going to die.

I was cursed.

"You’re not here …” I muttered, opening my eyes.

I was lying in my bed in the same place where I had fallen asleep. The sun was setting and I was alone. I didn’t shout or speak. I had to leave, otherwise everyone would die.

I didn’t belong to this world and it was selfish of me to stay.

Without hesitation I got up difficultly, grimacing in pain. I didn’t take my crutches neither some warm clothes. I got out of the room and limped to the stairs as I slowly and painfully descended. Then I reached the front door and hesitated, my hand on the handle.

If I left, the whole show was going to run as planned and no one was going to die. Actually, no one that wasn’t supposed to die. But could I believe a dream… What if I were still dreaming? But the pain was real.

I remembered that in season 3B Stiles had dreams in dreams very often.

Stiles…

I never could have met him, in the end. I couldn’t have met my favorite character. But at least he was going to live, it was better like that.

I opened the door and froze eyes wide-opened.

“Hello, I’m… Scott’s friend and he was worried so he asked me to go see if everything was okay, he’s kept at work and … do we know each other? ”

My mouth became dry; I didn’t know what to answer. When I was finally decided to leave and not changing anything in the show, she was in front of me. The only person who could hold me back. The only reason.

“It was you in the hospital …” She added, lowering her hand, finally understanding.

“Allison …”

In the next chapter: Should I leave or stay? Now that Allison is in front of me I can’t move. She’s alive and real. I don’t want her to die but in the same time my nightmare is hunting me. What should I do?

                                                                                               Next Chapter->

sentence prompts ➝ the civil wars
  • ❝I don’t want to stay.❞
  • ❝Do you ever listen?❞
  • ❝Please forgive me.❞
  • ❝You’re just lonely.❞
  • ❝Drink up, baby.❞
  • ❝Give me one night with you.❞
  • ❝It’ll all be over soon.❞
  • ❝Have you got something to tell me?❞
  • ❝You’re like a mirror, reflecting me.❞
  • ❝I just wanna take care of you.❞
  • ❝Do what I say and I’ll make you okay.❞
  • ❝I miss the way you wanted me.❞
  • ❝Did that full moon force my hand?❞
  • ❝Don’t go. Please don’t go.❞
  • ❝Why are you so far from me?❞
  • ❝I don’t want to hurt you.❞
  • ❝I’ll kiss you again between the bars.❞
  • ❝You’ll always be the one that’s standing in my way.❞
  • ❝I wanna give up, but I won’t.❞
  • ❝There’s no reasons, no excuses.❞
  • ❝Just don’t go without me.❞
  • ❝Can’t live with you or without.❞
  • ❝Say goodbye and don’t look back.❞
  • ❝I’m going to go home.❞
  • ❝Give me a chance, I’m beggin’ you.❞
  • ❝Oh dear, never saw you coming.❞
  • ❝I’ve been awaiting for you.❞
  • ❝I never meant for this to mean a thing.❞
  • ❝Don’t say that it’s over.❞
  • ❝I could get over you but please don’t ask me to.❞
  • ❝Haven’t you seen me sleep walking?❞
  • ❝You better wait with me.❞
  • ❝Don’t take that sinner from me.❞
  • ❝All your perfectly delivered lines, they don’t fool me.❞
  • ❝How long will I have to wait for someday?❞
  • ❝Let me in the wall you’ve built around.❞
  • ❝Your mouth is a melody I memorize.❞
  • ❝I don’t love you but I always will.❞
  • ❝Eternally, I’m broken.❞
  • ❝Give me the burden, give me the blame.❞
  • ❝In my arms is where you are to be.❞
  • ❝You’ve been lonely, too long.❞
  • ❝Tell me that you’ll always be true.❞
  • ❝You’ll always be the only one.❞
  • ❝You’re still the best thing that never happened.❞
  • ❝Where she walks, no flowers bloom.❞
  • ❝I just wanna hold your hand.❞
  • ❝Oh, why don’t you keep drinking?❞
  • ❝I know you wouldn’t hurt me.❞
  • ❝There’s so much I’m dying to tell.❞
  • ❝Sometimes I can’t tell where I am.❞
  • ❝Try to convince me that I’m not drowning.❞
  • ❝You had me fooled for a while.❞
  • ❝Stop saying those sweet things you know I like to hear.❞
  • ❝Don’t you let me lie here and die here.❞
  • ❝I don’t want to talk right now.❞
  • ❝The killer in me is the killer in you.❞
  • ❝Looks like you made up your mind.❞
  • ❝Why do you keep looking out the window?❞
  • ❝You only know what I want you to.❞
  • ❝There’s a note underneath your front door.❞
  • ❝I’m a dead man walking here.❞
  • ❝Oh, aren’t we a pretty, pretty pair?❞
  • ❝Look what you have done.❞
  • ❝That’s the least of all my fears.❞
  • ❝I just want your arms wrapped around me in this moment.❞
  • ❝I don’t have a choice, but I’d still choose you.❞
  • ❝All the king’s horses and all of his men couldn’t tear us apart.❞
  • ❝Where’d you learn to lie the way you do?❞
  • ❝Who could do without you?❞
  • ❝The less I give the more I get back.❞
  • ❝Meet me in the garden where the weeds grow tall.❞
  • ❝All that he really wants is someone to want him back.❞
  • ❝I wish you were the one. Wish you were the one that got away.❞
Les Miserables Shakespeare version (not iambic pentameter)

So a couple years ago, I had to rewrite a few scenes from a book in Shakespeare style, but without iambic pentameter because my teacher was kind, and obviously I chose Les Mis.

I hope you enjoy it for Barricade Day!!


Act I Scene I
Darkness Surrounds Grantaire
A street behind a barricade

ENJOLRAS: Grantaire, go sleep away the wine that cloudeth thy mind. Tis a place for intoxication, not drunkenness. Dishonour the barricade not.

GRANTAIRE: Thy speech alone is enough to chase away the clouds inside my mind. Thou must know I believe in thee.

ENJOLRAS: Leave me.
Grantaire: I prithee, grant thy servant permission to sleep ‘t off here.

ENJOLRAS: Nay, sleep it off elsewhere, winecask!

GRANTAIRE: Let me sleep here and if need be die here.

ENJOLRAS: Thou art incapable of believing or thinking or willing or living or dying.

GRANTAIRE: Thou shalt see, my lord, thou shalt see.

[exit Enjolras]

If I could only see as he sees – my golden god of the sun!
He seeth a light
doth command it to come through the dark abyss of truth.
He is mad and yet I love him more dearly than mine own life,
indeed, he brings life to me.
Enjolras, Enjolras, my lord, my devotion! None loves the daylight more than the blind man and for me he is that – an eagle soaring in the upper air of faith whilst I, poor lost soul, earthbound must be.
Invaluable is he to me, but I to him?
Nay! He wouldst sooner sleep with harlots than allow me to press mine unworthy hand with his.
I am an unwelcome Ephestion, torn away from that which gives me strength as I possess none.
Cruel fates! If I could only die in his light, I could die a happy man!
For what is man? Man liveth and dieth and tis all for not.
Enjolras, thou art leading away thy children – thy disciples – to a bloody death, but willingly will they go if thou sayest tis for freedom.
Well I would go for thee, blond youth, not for some false dream, nay, I would go for thee if thou desired it.
For thee would I be damned to hell if only I could watch thy flight. Alas, I am nothing and as nothing I must die and live alone.
[Exit]


Act I scene II
[Enter Gavroche, Enjolras, Combeferre, and workmen]

GAVROCHE: Come now, we must have more paving-stones, more barrels, more of everything. Come, a basket of rubble to stuff up the hole. Tis not big enough to provide protection from the blades and blows of war. Shove everything upon it, break up the dwelling if necessary. Hullo, there lieth a glass-paned door!

WORKMAN 1: Then what shall we do with’t, clumsy young lad?

GAVROCHE: Clumsy yourself. A glass-paned door is a very good thing t’have on a barricade – easy to attack, but not so easy to get past. Have not ye attempted to steal apples o’er a wall with broken glass on top? Think of a bit of glass cutting the soldiers’ arms. Tis the trouble – no imagination doth ye posses! A sword! I must have a sword! Why will no one give one to me?

COMBEFERRE: A sword at thine age?

GAVROCHE: Why not pray tell? I had one in the last revolution when we forced Charles X to flee from us!

ENJOLRAS: Once there are enough for the men, we shall begin to deliver them out to the children.

GAVROCHE: If thou shalt expire afore me I shall take thy sword.

ENJOLRAS: Urchin!

GAVROCHE: Greenhorn!
[enter Young Man 1]
Ho – come to join us? Art thou not willing to do a turn for thy poor old country?
[Young Man runs]

ENJOLRAS: Gavroche, ye art small enough that thou shalt not be noticed. Slip out along the house fronts, out into the streets, and bring thee back to tell what’s going on.

GAVROCHE: So we are good for something after all, us little ‘uns. Aye, I will do ‘t. Ye trust the little ‘uns, my lord, but keep an eye on the big ‘uns – see, that man there.

ENJOLRAS: What of him?

GAVROCHE: Tis a spy.

ENJOLRAS: Art thou certain?

GAVROCHE: Aye, he took me less than a fortnight ago by the Pont Royal.

ENJOLRAS: Who art thou?

JAVERT: I see what thou meanest by it. Yes, I am.

ENJOLRAS: Thou art an informer?

JAVERT: I am a representative of the law.

ENJOLRAS: And thy name?

JAVERT: Javert.

GAVROCHE: So the mouse has caught the cat!

ENJOLRAS: Tis a spy – ye shall be killed two minutes before the barricade falls.

JAVERT: Why not now?

ENJOLRAS: I shall not waste our strength.

JAVERT: A flick of a knife would take little effort.

ENJOLRAS: We art judges, not murderers. Gavroche – get started. Do what I told thee.

GAVROCHE: I am gone, but let me have his sword. I have left you the musician, but I would like to have his harp.
[exit Gavroche]

LE CABUC: Comrades, that house would be a good place to shoot from. With marksmen at all the windows, devil a soul could come along the street!

YOUNG MAN 2: But the house is shut.

LE CABUC: Canst we knock?

YONG MAN 3: They shant open.

LE CABUC: Then we shall break down the door. Is anyone in? Silence.

DOORKEEPER: Messieurs, what do you want?

LE CABUC: Open the door!

DOORKEEPER: Nay, I am forbidden, monsieur.

LE CABUC: Do it all the same.

DOORKEEPER: I canst do as ye request.

LE CABUC: Wilt thou open?

DOORKEEPER: Nay

LE CABUC: Then ye refuse?

DOORKEEPER: Aye, for mine own –
[Doorkeeper shot by an arrow and dies]

LE CABUC: There!

ENJOLRAS: On thy knees. On thy knees.

LE CABUC: Though thou art a youth, I have no strength to resist thee.

ENJOLRAS: Pray or pounder. Thou hast one minute.

LE CABUC: Mercy!

[Enjolras stabs Le Cabuc. Le Cabuc falls dead]

ENJOLRAS: Get rid of that.

[Exit Young men carrying Le Cabuc]

every night I dreamed of you
every night I waited till the stars came out
and I thought about wishing 
wishing for a world where you were here beside me


because the idea that I let you die
without you know I love you
will haunt me until we meet again


and the hope that burns through my heart
like the liquor bottle I just drank alone 
we never had that drink
it keeps me dreaming that the fates thought to be kind


that the universe believes in true love
believes in a love like ours
and maybe just maybe, I’ll get to tell you this when I see you again 


but that’ll be after
after I study your face so much the world is only your bright blue eyes
after I hold you in my arms until the sun rises and falls
after I say your name like it’s the last thing I’ll ever say
after I feel your heart beating in time with mine


but I’ll say the words I never got to say
and until that day my nightmare ends and I see you
I’ll be wishing on a million shooting stars