It’s because you want it to be him to fix you up. You want him to embrace you so hard it’ll make all your broken pieces snap back together and stay there for a considerable amount of time. You want him to call you in the middle of night, just right before you shut your eyes close, and tell you that it has been you all along. You would kill to see him walking closer to you, closer and closer, carrying in his hands all the love he could give. But it doesn’t work like that. It just doesn’t.
Shut Up or I’ll Kill You, Purple Edition by Niagara
signed and numbered limited edition 4 colour silkscreen print
(edition of 130)
Measurements: image size: 35.5 x 35.5cm (14 x 14"), paper size: 40.5 x 43cm (16 x17")
I blogged this in April I really wanted to buy it but never did but have not been able to get it out of my mind when back to the gallery and they said that they still have it just moved it to Melbourne brought it in a heart beat…
It was seven o’clock on a Friday night. You and the boys had just gotten back from you hunt in Kansas City. After a long two days of hunting the witch that killed the guy in the church, then ganking her on in the middle of an alleyway and almost getting arrested. You finally got back to the comfort of your bed.
Sam had seemed to be okay with your relationship with his older brother. You hoped he wouldn’t feel like a third wheel, or feel like he’s being left out when you and Dean spend time together. After all, Sam was your family as well. It was understandable why Dean wanted to keep it hidden for a little while.
You were extremely happy that you didn’t have to hide your relationship with Dean anymore. You felt bad for keeping it a secret, but now you could kiss him whenever you wanted, and he could touch you without it being weird. Now you didn’t have to sneak into Dean’s room in the middle of the night so Sam wouldn’t catch you. It was like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders.
You were running to the Great Hall as soon as you heard that a Weasley had been killed. You hoped that it wasn’t Fred. You had been dating Fred since your fifth year after you plucked up the courage to talk to him. You were in Ravenclaw house and was a Chaser for their Quidditch team. However, you were quite a shy person but Fred brought out the best of you. That’s partly why you loved him so much. He had stuck by your side through tough times and great times. He made you laugh everyday and he made you feel like you were on the top of the world with his random but kind and thoughtful gestures here and there.
When you entered the Great Hall, you were instantly heartbroken to see people you knew lifeless or really injured from the battle. You started to panic when you caught George’s eye. He shook his head, his eyes were full of tears. When you saw Fred’s lifeless body on the floor, you felt like your heart spiralled into a deep abyss which was shattering the warmth and confidence you felt from within, and the feeling of security was diminished. The pain in your chest was excruciating. It hurt just like a bruise or a deep gash. It hurt to breathe, swallow, chew, look around the room, move your arms and legs. It took all your energy to keep breathing. It was like there was an aura of grey around you. It was a mist that wouldn’t rise. A state of depression that you couldn’t see yourself through. You felt a terrible weight on your shoulders. It was as if a giant boulder was laid on you and you couldn’t straighten up or catch your breath entirely. You should have been crying, but you were too numb to even think about crying. There was a giant hole in you heart and you knew nothing would ever be the same. As George let you go, you collapsed down next to Fred and placed your hand on his freezing cold cheek. As you laid your head on his chest, you felt something hard in his trouser pocket against your hip. You raised yourself and pulled out a small black box and a scrunched up piece of paper from his pocket. You gasped as you opened the box to reveal a beautiful silver ring. You started to cry. Mrs Weasley put her hand on your shoulder, she was thinking what you were thinking.
You then opened up the scrunched up paper and smiled slightly at the sight of Fred’s handwriting. You were surprised to see that it was a letter addressed to yourself. It read: “Y/N, if you’re reading this then I’m not here anymore. If that’s the case, I hoped I died laughing. I’m guessing that you would’ve already found the ring in my pocket in that box. You’re thinking correctly, I was going to propose to you after this battle was over. Seeing as I’m not here, I can’t do it, so I’m sorry. But I guess you would want to know what I would’ve said to you if I survived this? I’ll tell you, because I know that you’re probably needing something to make you smile right now. I was going to say this. Y/N, for the past three years you’ve made me so happy. George could soon tell you about how much I talk about you on a daily basis. When I saw how beautiful you looked at Bill and Fleur’s wedding last year, I remember telling George how I was determined to marry you one day and here I am asking you to be my wife. I want to grow old with you, I want to laugh at you when you get your first grey hair even though I’d probably already have more grey hairs than you. I want to have annoying children with you. I want to hear your laugh everyday of my life. I’d be proud to have a wife like you. So please, marry me because, I love you. Y/N, I still mean every word of what I was going to say to you. I hoped that you were going to say yes. You’re the only girl that could ever break my heart. Please don’t lose yourself because you’ve lost me. I want you to continue to be happy. Besides, we’ll be together again, one day. In the meantime, I’ll be watching over you and laughing every time you trip over because you do that a lot. I love you Y/N, I’m sorry the battle got the better of me. P.S: Look after my family. Yours, Fred.” Tears were spilling down your cheeks, but as Fred wanted, you were smiling. You kept the letter close to you and put the ring on your finger. You kissed Fred’s forehead. “I love you too Fred. I miss you.” You whispered before hugging Mrs Weasley whilst thinking about all the happy memories you had with Fred and the amusing things he was probably up to up in the sky.
If you want a one shot, let me know. I’m sorry if I’ve hit you right in the feels.
*cups hands around mouth to form a megaphone*
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*somewhere in the distance* *cries and moans* Oh gaawwwd noooo, why?!! WHY!?! Someone please, PLEASE put me out of this misery and kill me right away!! OH GAWD PLEASE I can't, I'm not ready for more tears and sorrow... *lies on the ground*
So… I’m not gonna lie, I’m kinda upset this didn’t show on the tags at first so here I am posting yet once again. (It feels like I’m grabbing for attention but like, it’s rare enough I write and actually post something. I want people to see it :/ )
His shoulders were killing him. You’d think that fighting monsters all his life would make his body prepared for pretty much anything but apparently four hour lectures weren’t one of them. Jason stopped by the foot of the stairs of the building they lived and sighed. Why were they living on the sixth floor again? He could just fly up, but the last time he did that the cat lady on the third floor opened her door just in time to see him passing. He didn’t know what the mist showed her but it took them forty five minutes to calm her down and she always looked at him weird since them. He was sure he heard her mutter ‘clark kent’ once to one of her cats when he passed her on his way down.
So he sighed again and started to make his way up, by foot. He thought about today’s lecture and how he had to contain himself half the time not to correct something. Why was he majoring in history? Half the information mortals had were incomplete since the fact most major international happenings had to do with the fact the parties were egotistical demigods. Probably his brothers and sisters he thought with a shudder, remembering Heracles. Really, how was he related to that guy?
He finally reached their door and the moment he opened the door he knew something was wrong. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing and he mentally cursed the fact he couldn’t take his gladius to campus. The one time he managed was also the time he almost lost it to the drama department that wanted to use it as a prop. Ivlivs was so much easier to manage.
He closed the door and put his backpack down as quietly as possible. Looking around the living room gave him nothing, everything seemingly on its place. But then again, that didn’t mean anything; he once came home and got as far as the shower before noticing there were two aurae on the ceiling following him and giggling. He almost relaxed remembering about it; he had screamed and Nico had laughed at him the rest of the day.
Jason went completely straight thinking about the smaller boy. Nico had been acting strange yesterday. He said he was tired from studying and went to bed early; Jason had understood. For any normal person it should be hard to catch up to the high school curriculum but for them with ADD and all it was really a pain. But Jason liked to think that after two years he knew Nico pretty well to realize that it wasn’t all that was bothering him.
So he made his way to the bedroom expecting the worse and that was what he found. The room was swimming with shadows despite the fact the sun hadn’t set yet. The only source of light was a sliver that managed to pass the curtains and the tablet that was across the floor. Jason looked at it and frowned. Leo was manufacturing electronics that demigods could use without worrying about monsters. Chiron was against it and Jason quietly agreed; but Nico actually really liked the thing. He said it was nice having information at the tip of his fingers, Jason said he liked it because of the games. Nico trew the pencil he was holding at his head.
He made his way into the room quietly and even as he walked to pick up the tablet he didn’t take his eyes off the figure on the bed. The son of Hades had huddled on the corner the bed met the wall and curled into a ball; his back to the wall, head on his knees and hands on his hair. It was bad then.
Jason picked up the offending gadget and unlocked it, what was on the screen making him gasp involuntarily.
Jason felt his blood leave his face as he saw that there were multiple tabs opened.
Italian Fascism concentration camps Italian concentration camps Genocide Holocaust pink triangle Auschwitz
The last one was an image tab and Jason hesitated before looking at it. It wasn’t anything really new, everyone was aware of how thing were back then. But Nico…
Jason put the tablet down on the corner of the bed, took off his shoes and carefully made his way towards the bundle that was Nico, who seemed to go into himself even more at his approach. Jason towered over the other boy and simply hovered his hand over the dark curls and waited. After a long moment he saw Nico relax the tiniest bit and then he finally touched the dark hair. The response was almost immediate and he was caught off guard when Nico actually went forward and buried his face on his shirt. Jason’s other hand went to Nico’s back and his throat clenched when he noticed the younger boy was trembling.
They had been living together for a little over six months and it had all been good until then, but he couldn’t say he never seen the son of Hades like this. And it was always painful, for both of them.
Jason didn’t know how long they stayed that way, him threading his hand trough dark curls and rubbing slow circles on Nico’s back. The son of Hades hadn’t looked up yet, but Jason was nothing if not patient.
“He was a son of Hades.” Nico’s voice was small, but on the quiet room it resonated anyway. Jason’s breath hitched and he understood there was more to it than it showed. He remembered his earlier thought.
How was he related to that guy?
“You are nothing like that. You could never be like that.” Nico’s shaking grew but Jason just held him tighter. Later when the night had finally fallen, they were both intertwined and asleep. And if Jason’s shirt was wet, neither of them was bothered by it.