#fanciction

[sadest-bookshelf]

i love how we've collectively agreed that Adrian Chase calls his partner 'babe' and nothing else.

[mr-yuugo]

Fallen Soul

-Record Of Ragnarok × Fem!Reader-

Summary: You are a god who is recruited to fight for Mankind. A god whose soul had fallen to earth, a human version of themselves was born. Will you be able to help save humanity?

You can read this on Wattpad and AO3! There is currently 17 chapters!

[CHAPTER 1] Contender

Faint footsteps could be heard as you lifted your head. "Lady Y/N, there is someone here who wishes to speak with you," Virgo said as they bowed down. Their short pink hair covered their face as their right hand was placed on their chest.

You hummed in acknowledgment. "Let them in," You spoke as you rested your chin in the palm of your hand. Virgo was quick to stand up straight. Going to the doors of your throne room to open them. Opening them, Virgo moved to the side to let the person walk in. You smiled as you recognized that it was the Valkyrie from earlier.

....

"Well, then. Everyone, it's been 1000 years since the last time we gathered. Let us start the conference shall we?" Zeus said.

"Now, let me ask. In regard to the survival of mankind for the next 1,000 years. Should we forgive them? Or should we just put an end to them?" Zeus asked and two signs appeared beside him. One is a circle and another being an X symbol.

Besides where you sat, you heard someone speak. "Yep! Heeeere!" Shiva, who was sitting next to you was smiling. He was holding up two of the X signs.

"Let's just give them the doomsday already, Alright? From what I've seen these past 1,000 years, mankind doesn't seem to have any intent to repent at all. Trying to guide them is such a pain in the ass." Having said that, he looked over at you and smirked. "Once we erase them all, let's try evolving some other animal!"

Just a few feet away you saw Aphrodite nod her head. "True..." Aphrodite muttered. "It's just as Shiva-sama said, in the last 1000 years the earth has become too ugly." You were certain you could hear the inner disgust in her voice.

"Seas are filled with waste and oil, forests are disappearing and living beings have become extinct one after another. So to speak...Humans are the most dangerous living cancer on earth. A disaster that will bring the earth to its end. Isn't that right?"

At her words, multiple of the other gods present had begun to agree with her. "Aphrodite is right!"

"Mankind is awful and will bring only despair." As even more gods began to speak their minds, Shiva turned to you and spoke. "Tell me, Y/N, you also think we should end them right?" He lazily smiled.

Looking at him, you smiled. Putting a finger up to your lips as if you were shushing him, you chuckled dryly. "Just wait Shiva, I'm sure the humans will not be ones to give up without a fight."

Zeus cleared his throat, gaining the attention of those around him. "I guess we have come to an agreement!" Zeus said, raising his gavel. "Then, the end of mankind is decided-!" Just before he slammed his gavel down, someone interrupted him.

"Please wait for a second!" Near the higher seats, you spotted a Valkyrie standing boldly and another who seemed scared.

"Huh?" Zeus mumbled. "A Valkyrie...? That's a Valkyrie right?" Someone asked. "What's up with her?" Another questioned as murmurs began to rise. "Parden my intrusion Gods, there is one thing I must say." The Valkyrie spoke loudly.

"Sister! Y-you can't s-speak to the Gods like that!" The smaller girl beside her said while trembling as she hurried to shush her sister.

"Mind your business, Brunhilde!" The crows that sit on Odin's shoulders yelled at her. "You imbecile half God! How dare you open your filthy mouth in the conference of the Gods!"

Brunhilde didn't seem fazed by their words. "It is true that mankind is unbelievably vulgar and violent. But to destroy them like that...Isn't that a bit...boring?" She shrugged. "Whether the survival of mankind has any value or not. With the mighty mercy of the Gods, why don't we test them?"

"Test them?! How, do you wish to flood them?!" Huginn asked Brunhilde as he continued to yell. "Or do you think we should send them into an ice age?"

Brundilde turned her head left to right in disagreement. "No, but I have the most effective way to test them.""Oh?" Zeus hummed. "What is it!? Say it now you imbecile!" Huggin yelled as he grew impatient. "Say it now!"

"Gods vs. Mankind's final struggle, Ragnarok!" Brunhilde spoke loudly as she held a book in her hands. "Valhalla constitution, article 62." She said while flipping through a book. "It is explained in paragraph 15 of the super special clause. 1 vs. 1 showdown, between both Gods and Mankind."

"It seems you Valkyrie really don't understand! Mankind vs. Gods? They simply don't stand a chance against us!" Huginn said. "They simply stand no chance!" Both crows yelled out in unison.

At the crow's words, the other gods present began to agree with them. "That's right!" They all yelled out. "It would be child's play!"The gods roared. "I don't even remember such a law."

Brundilde looked displeased, "So the will of the Gods is to destroy mankind and also....to avoid complete conflict?" Brunhilde said, mockery laced in her words. "Heh?!" Huginn glared.

"We want to destroy mankind without fighting them. We don't want to be put in the same ring as them. That's I'll I'm hearing, hmm don't tell me....." She stopped for a second. "You're chickening out?" Her voice echoed. "If so, I'm terribly sorry for interrupting you. Please forgive me. Well anyway go ahead don't listen to me. Let's just forget all about the Ragnarok stuff."

Soon laughter could be heard from all directions, but after that laughter, anger was clearly present. "How dare you!" The Gods yelled out in anger, throwing poisonous words at her. "Do you know what you just did you damn half-breed!"

"Are you making fun of us you bastard!!?"You simply stared at the girl with amazement in your eyes. "How bold!" You gushed as you smiled in her direction.

"Hohoho..." Zeus chuckled. "Ragnarok, quite an interesting proposal. Well said! Though, your proposal it's such a fucking unit! Besides don't you think it's been a long time since we have seen the might of the Gods!!"

"Everyone! What do you think? Should we hold a showdown between God and Mankind!?" He laughed. "Here!" Saying that he slammed his gavel down.

....

"Lady Y/N, thank you for allowing me to speak with you." Brunhilde bowed down in front of you. Motioning over to her to stand up, she soon stood confidently. "It's my pleasure dear, so why are you here?" You chuckled.

Placing a hand near her heart she looked up at you with determination. "I'm here to ask you, will you fight in Ragnarok?" You tilted your head in confusion, a quiet humm leaving your lips. "Hm? But I'm a God, why would you want me to fight against your cause?"

Brunhilde smirked. "You would fight....in your human form. Your soul, fell to earth correct? You were once a human, so according to the rules, you'll be able to participate for mankind. I've seen your skills as a human, I have no doubt you'll win!" Her smirked widened.

"Yes, I suppose that's true..." You mumbled, sighing you continued. "You are a very smart woman Brunhilde! Of course, such a bold request as yours can't be turned down. I accept! I'll be more than happy to battle in Ragnarok."

[CHAPTER 2] Ragnarok Begins!

The first round of Ragnarok had begun. You had decided to stay in your estate and watch the round on your TV. Footsteps could be heard from outside the doors of your room and knocking was heard soon after.

"Come in!" You said loudly. Opening the door you saw Virgo. They quickly rushed up to you and stood beside you. "My lady! The official roster for the candidates who will participate in Ragnarok is out!" They said, handing you an electronic device showing various names.

"It seems that you and young master Ruiru will be participating!" They spoke with enthusiasm. Handing the device back to them you kept watching the TV in front of you.

"It's alright Virgo. I have no need to see it. I would rather be surprised when the contenders come up to fight. I want to see it myself."

Their mouth formed an "o" shape and they looked down in shame. "Ah I see, I apologize then. I'm sorry I spoiled part of it for you..."

Glancing at Virgo you smiled as your eyes met. "No need to apologize, you were only excited to show the news that your very own master was going to show off her skills. I'm very much grateful for that!"

Noticing how their eyes teared up you quickly stood up from your seat. "Uh! D-don't cry! Did I say something weird!?" Freaking out you began to apologize. Virgo sniffled as they stood up straight, their hands behind their back.

"My lady, I'm so happy I'm able to work for you. I promise to do my very best!" Virgo said as they grabbed your hands. You were surprised for a second before smiling at them. "I'm glad," You told them as you gave their hand a firm squeeze.

At that moment you swore some arrow shot through Virgo's heart as their face began to flush. Excusing themselves, Virgo quickly left the room. "Huh-" Looking at the door they left through you just laughed. Sitting back down you continued to watch how Thor had a wonderful smirk on his face as he fought with Lu Bu.

A few minutes passed until you began to process the information Virgo had told you. "Ryubu's name was also on the list. I really do hope we don't end up fighting each other." You sighed. "I wonder how he is, I haven't seen him or Raijin in a very long time. I wish the best for them."

You frowned as you thought about them. "I wonder if they have changed at all..."

......

Focusing on the TV it seemed that the battle had come to an end. "The first battle of Ragnarok, between the God Thor and Lu Bu...has come to a close, with Thor as its victor...! Humanity has taken its first steps into extinction!!" Heimdall announcedStanding up you decided to make your way to the Arena to go see Thor.

"Heaven's door," You called out. A small portal opened up in front of you, passing by it you were immediately at the doors of the arena. Watching a nurse run by you quickly stopped her. "Excuse me but do you know where Thor currently is?"

The nurse looked at you, her eyes quick to widen as she recognized you. "Ah, Lady Y/N! Yes, I do know please follow me I'll lead you to it!" She smiled, her cheeks blushing a faint pink. She quickly walked in the direction of Thor's room. Passing a few halls she stopped at one of the doors.

"Here we are, Lady Y/N! I am very happy to have had the chance to be around you today!" She said as she bowed down to show her respect.

"Oh please you're going to make me blush!" You said as you also bowed down slightly. Standing up straight she told you goodbye as she quickly left in the direction you both came from in a hurry.

Opening the door to his room you saw him sitting on a chair, his eyes focused on the screen in front of him awaiting for the second round to start. Hearing the door open, Thor snapped his eyes over in your direction. "Y/N, have you never learned to knock?" He asked.

"Wow! Ironic you're saying I should knock!" You laughed. You heard him mumble something under his breath. "Excuse me? I don't think I heard you." You asked almost mockingly.

Sighing Thor spoke. "Sorry..." He said looking anywhere but your eyes. It seemed he was still beating himself up about your first meeting.

"That's better! Anyways I'm just here to ask if you're alright."

He hummed as he motioned over to you to get closer with his hands. "Did you really come all this way just to ask me that?"

"Yep!" You said clapping your hands together. "Can't you just use that ability of yours? You could have just seen into the future. You probably already knew the outcome of my match." He said.

You laughed and let out a sigh. "I suppose I could but, I made a promise to myself not to. Knowing what is bound to happen is...no fun!" You admitted as you shrugged. "I haven't seen anything future-related since Brunhilde came to speak with me."

Saying that Thor looked puzzled. "That Valkyrie came to speak with you? Why?" He asked to which you nodded.

"I will be fighting in Ragnarok, for the future of mankind." His eyes widened slightly but quickly regained their cold look.

"Can't say I'm surprised....." Thor muttered. "Y/N, wouldn't that mean you are a traitor to the Gods? What will happen to you if others find out?"

"Well, I guess....I'll just have to kill them before they kill me!" You smirked. "Are you going to try to kill me?" You asked, your eyes lighting up as your smirk widened. He stared at you for a moment before chuckling.

"Why would I kill the only God I have...that is worthy of fighting me." He said as he let out a quiet chuckle. "Though I am confused. If you fighting in Ragnarok, why wasn't your name on the list of contenders?"

"Well...as rules say, it will be a showdown between mankind and god. I simply can't break the rules! I'll be fighting as a human."

"A human?"

"Yes! Once upon a time, Dear old Y/N lost her soul! Her soul fell to earth and found itself within a human child. That child was given a chance to follow their own path, one without assistance from any god." You said as if telling a children's book.

Thor froze as you told him the small story. "When did that happen?" He thought but didn't say anything about it.

"My name given by the love of mankind is Hoshiko Hanae."

"Ah...I see. Hoshiko Hanae, I remember seeing that name on the list of fighters. Though, are you really sure you will win? I fear that you will be far weaker as a human as you are a God." He spoke with genuine concern.

"Just because I will be "weaker" than I am now, does not mean I'll be weaker than my opponent. I trained my ass off from what I remember. I hold no fear of losing, I will win." You smiled. "Oh, and you won't tell anyone about what we just talked about right? I'm kinda hoping everyone finds out when the moment happens."

"Of course, though why did you tell me? You didn't gain anything from it."

"Huh? Well, I don't need to gain anything. I just trust you, talking to you makes me happy. Do I really need a reason?" You said as your smile didn't falter. His mouth opened slightly and having found no words to say he looked down.

A smirk appeared on his face. "Do you maybe want to stay here and watch the next battle?" He asked still staring down. Feeling a presence next to him he looked up and was met by your smile.

"Sure!"

[the-yaoi-princess]

Does anyone know of this one valgrace fic where Leo and Jason were living in the way station and Jason had the biggest fattest crush on Leo and I rememebr it had 2 chapters and in the first one Jason was approached by one of the love gods in a dream and the god made him confront his feeling abt Leo?? I also remember him trying to tell Nico and hazel abt his crush but Leo walks in and Nico and hazel catch on. pls guys I cannot remember this fic name help me😭

EDIT: THE FIC WAS FOUND, CRISIS OVER

[xo-hugs-n-kisses-ox]

Rumination

Ruminate

(v.) To think about something deeply

After Edward left her, Bella Swan fell apart. Desperate to try and save his eldest daughter, Charlie brings his youngest daughter to Forks to see if she can bring her sister out of her depression.

Now, y/n must try to help her sister find her way back to the light while also trying to navigate her Junior year of high school in the odd town of Forks.

Chapter Two: Adjustments

Now Playing: It Almost Worked by TV Girl

Chapter warnings: unwanted advances, cursing, mentions of alcohol/beer. Nothing overly described.

Jacob had gotten bigger since I last saw him.

It was a given, obviously, since I had last seen him when I was nine and he was seven with a missing front tooth and a slight lisp because of it.

But it was more than that, I think.

He had shot up like a tree, tall and lean now, but it was visiblethat his muscles were starting to bulk up. His hair looked thicker and his face was losing its boyish roundness, turning into sharp cheekbones and a cut jaw.

I hopped out of the truck as Bella turned it off, and I walked into the barn with a flourish, not bothering to knock.

“Oh, oops,” I said, realizing Jacob had more friends over.

They were two boys sitting with Jacob, who stood when I walked in.

“Sorry,” I said, “I didn’t realize Jake had friends over.”

“No, no, it’s ok,” one of the boys said, standing also and turning to face Bella and I fully. “No worries, right, Embry?”

Embry, also standing now, is tall and thin. His hair falls in slight waves around his head and his eyes are soft and dark.

Jacob rolls his eyes at his friends, coming over to give Bella and I a hug.

“How are you always getting taller?” I grumble as he gives me a hug. He just laughs.

“Are your friends staying..?” Bella asks, looking at them. Jacob shrugs.

“If you two don’t mind.” He says, turning again to look at me. I shrug, wandering to the back of the garage and pulling out a blanket and pillow that I had stashed away.

Quil and Embry, whose names I learn quickly, stay and watch Jacob and Bella fix up the bikes.

I talk to them, amused with their humor. They were a bit childish, but not annoyingly so.

Quil was cheery and all smiles, and Embry was more reserved and quiet. It was refreshing how genuine they are.

“So, what did you guys do for winter break?” I ask, looking towards Embry and Quil.

Eagerly, Quil tells me about the bonfire they had and all the food he ate. I smile as I listen to him talk, his story-telling humorous and fast-paced.

Before he launched into another story, Jacob interrupted Quil to ask, “Y/n, would you get some waters from the fridge?”

I nod, standing up from the pallet I had made on the ground and wandering into the house to grab bottles of water for everyone.

I pass them out, and Quil picks up where he left off without hesitation. I laugh more than I have in a while because of his stories and Embry’s sharp tongued quips when his friend got a little overzealous with his descriptions of events.

I knew Bella was having fun, too. She would snicker at Embry’s sly words and Quil’s fanciful stories, looking up to watch them argue before going back to helping Jacob, a smile on her face.

I smiled wider, contentment blooming in my chest.

---

“Hey, guys!” I greet, smiling as I walk up to where Sam sits with Jared and Paul in the booth.

“Hey, y/n,” Sam says, looking weary.

Concerned, I ask him, “Are you alright, Sam?”

He smiles, rubbing his face.

“Haven’t been sleeping well, that’s all.” He tells me, and I’d believe it.

His skin is paler than normal, his face looking drawn and thin. The skin under his eyes is ashen and ruddy, a clear sign of his lack of actual rest.

Jared doesn’t look much better. His hair is frizzy around his head, the braids he kept it in messy. It’s clear that he hasn’t had a chance to redo them in a while, which is unusual because he takes great pride in the appearance of his “luscious locks.” He, too, has heavy eye bags. He’s not pale like Sam is, instead looking flushed, almost feverish.

Paul, who I don’t have much to compare with, seemed in rough shape, too. He has a bruise on his jaw and a scabbed over cut through his brow, looking like he got into a fight. His expression seems grumpier than it normally does, which is saying something.

“Milkshake, Pepsi, water?” I ask, glancing at the three of them.

Paul looks up from to table to make eye contact with me.

“Coffee, please.” He said gruffly, and I nod. He sits stiffly in his seat, like he was sore. Charlie sits the same way when his knee starts to bother him during the winter.

I bring them their drinks quickly, setting a bowl of sugars and creamers down beside Paul’s hand. His fingers twitch, almost a flinch.

“What do you boys want to eat tonight?” I ask, pen to paper as I wait.

Jared ends up getting a large stack of pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausage. Sam gets his usual sandwiches and fries, and Paul decides on a chicken sandwich, pulled pork sandwich, and a large basket of fried pickles.

Tonight’s slower than ever, save for a group of men on the other side of the diner who have come this way to have some beers. Why they chose Roy’s is beyond me, but it’s probably because they’re dirt cheap.

I get Sam’s group their food quickly, turning around to help Chelsea bring bottles of beer to the table she had the unfortunate luck to be working. As I set the bottles down on the table, one of the men put his arm around my waist to try and pull me to his seat.

“Well aren’t you just darlin’,” the man says, his eyes struggling to focus on me. My face twitches before I can stop it, my lips pulling up in disgust.

His friends laugh at him, wolf whistling and jeering.

“I don’t think she like that, Freddy,” one of them snickers, and Chelsea tries to tug me away.

“Come on, sit with us a while!” The dunk man says, still trying to tug me into his lap. I try and politely refuse, but he just pinches my side and pulls harder.

“Enough, asshole,” I snap, shoving away from him and quickly taking a step back. “I’m working, and you’re old enough to be my father. I’m not sitting with you, I’m not going home with you, and I’m not serving you any more drinks.”

“I’ll be back with your bill.” Chelsea hurriedly tells them, grabbing my hand when the man, outraged, staggers to his feet to look down at me.

My heart drops to my stomach as the drunkard takes a lumbering step forward, but a hand reaches out from behind me to shove him back into his seat.

“She told you to fuck off, didn’t she?” Paul spat, his voice rough as he stared the man down.

“She don’t know what she wants,” the man before me slurs, trying to stand again.

“Sit your ass down before I sit you down.” My eyes grow slightly wide as I glance at Paul, his face contorted with anger. He’s shaking slightly, and I reach back to push Chelsea farther away as I scurry a step back

“Paul.”

All three of us turn when Sam comes over, reaching out to grab Paul’s shoulder. He gives him a meaningful look, and he begrudgingly takes a step back.

Paul turns back to Chelsea and I, reaching his arm out to usher us back to the other side of the room, towards where Jared sits, watching.

I take a moment to really look at Paul as he guides us closer to the kitchen.

He’s tall, taller even than Jacob is now. He’s not quite as tall as Sam, who’s bordering on 6’5”, but I think he might be close. His shoulders are broad and muscular, his arms thick with cords of muscle. Like Jared, his shirt is tight around his chest and arms, but loose around his abdomen. His hair is loosely hanging around his face, a few locks curling around his jaw and ears while the rest hangs down his back. If it came down to it, I would bet that he could win a fight against any of the men in that corner regardless of if they were intoxicated.

As if feeling my gaze, he looks down at me when we stop walking. I clear my throat, looking away from him and back to Chelsea.

“Thank you, Paul. I appreciate your help.” I tell him quietly, my hand still firmly locked with Chelsea’s. She nods emphatically, her ringlet curls bouncing with the force.

He only nods, his jaw still clenched. Sam returns to the table as the group of drunks leave, grumbling to themselves.

“Are you okay, y/n?” He asks me, looking between Chelsea and I. I nod, shrugging.

“Disgusted, but yeah. It’s not the first time those guys have come here and made us feel gross.” I tell him, sighing.

Sam sighs, reaching out to pat my shoulder as he sits back down.

“Thank you for getting them to leave!” Chelsea blurts out, staring at Sam. He nods, taking a sip of his Pepsi.

It’s nearly empty, as are the rest of the drinks at their table.

“Oh, here, I’ll get you guys some more to drink.” I say, reaching out for their cups.

“That’s ok, y/n, you don’t have to,” Sam says, “We need to get back to the house, and you should probably be home soon, too.”

I blink, then nod, “’Kay, I’ll get you the check.”

Chelsea and I quickly get the check, and she slips from my side to go tell the cooks about what happened. I pay her little attention as I grab a few slices of the remaining chocolate pie and put it in a box, going over to hand Sam both it and the check.

He pays, hands me a twenty, and the three of them leave. Paul gives me a long look before he turns to follow Sam and Jared, and I find myself wishing that they had stayed a little longer.

---

“Yeah, that guy then tried to pull me into his lap and shit, and Paul came over and shoved him away and back into his seat—” I said, retelling the events of the previous night to everyone in Jacob’s garage.

At the name, Jacob’s head turns, his face scrunched.

“Paul who?” He asks, and I tilt my head, trying to remember his last name.

“Um, Lahote? I think?” I say, unsure, “Friends with Sam Uley?”

Quil and Embry share a look, and Jacob sternly says, “Stay away from him. All three of them are bad news, y/n.”

“What?” I ask, baffled, “Why? They all are pretty good to me, and Sam saved Bella in the woods, didn’t he?”

“Sure he did, y/n, but the three of them are in a gang.” Embry says, his voice serious.

“Or a cult. Jury’s still out on which one.” Quil adds, and I share a look with Bella.

“Yeah, okay. Sam Uley is in a gang and/or a cult leader, and Charlie and Billy just let it all happen. Sure.”

Jacob stares at me, “Y/n, I’m serious. Stay away from them. All three of them are nothing good. Trust us on this.”

I sigh, rolling my eyes but relenting.

“Okay, whatever. Stay away from them, I got it.” I reply, knowing that my promise would only last for so long. It’s not like I could ignore them or change shifts, and it’s not like I really wanted to.

Besides, I never saw them outside of working at Roy’s. It wouldn’t hurt to stay friends during my tedious, long shifts.

---

I didn’t see Jacob and the others for a few weeks. I was busy trying to study for a test in physics, a quiz in history, and writing an essay for English. It seemed that my teachers like to conspire and make everything due at the same time just to make my life difficult.

When I finally picked up another shift at Roy’s, I was greeted by the confusing sight of Embry sitting with Sam and his group. I smile and greet them, confused why Embry was with them when he had, to my knowledge, hated them previously.

I get their drink orders and ring them in, bringing them out quickly and getting their orders for food. I don’t have time to chat today, since Roy’s is unusually busy for this time of night.

I do manage to catch Embry in his way back from the bathroom, and I notice that he’s gotten taller. His chest and shoulders have filled out more, and when I snag his arm, he’s burning up.

“Em, you’re burning up!” I tell him, my hand recoiling like I’ve been burned. He opens his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it.

“Also, I thought you couldn’t stand Sam and his ‘gang-slash-cult’? What happened to that?” I ask, my brows furrowed as I stare at him. He just sighs.

“Y/n, it’s complicated, I can’t really explain it.” He says, a pained look in his eyes. “Just—don’t make a big deal of it, okay? It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” I ask, using my finger to jab him in the chest. He winces. “Embry, you’re covered in bruises and you look scared out of your mind! How is that not a big deal?”

“Y/n, I promise, you’ll understand later. I’ll tell you everything, I swear. Just give me time to figure it out myself, okay?”

I stare at him, searching his face.

“You have two weeks before I start searching for answers myself. I’ll involve Billy and Charlie if I have to.” I tell him flatly, “And whatever bandaid is hiding shit, I’m ripping it off.”

He smiles thinly, thanking me before going back to his table.

The rest of my shift is quiet and uneventful. Sam and his gang/cult/whatever the hell leave, and Embry gives me a look before he walks out the door. I just sigh.

---

“Bella,” I said, sitting down with my sister at lunch. She looked up from her salad, waiting for me to continue.

“Since when has Embry started hanging with Sam? I thought the three of them thought Sam and his friends were a gang or something?” I demanded, knowing that she was my last chance to learn before asking Jacob and Quil, who would lecture me about breaking promises.

Bella blinked at me for a second, then responded, “Couple weeks, probably? Jacob and Quil won’t talk about it other than to insult him or Sam, and I stopped asking because they just rant.”

I sighed, “Sucks for you then, I’m about to grill them about it.”

---

“Since when was Embry running with Sam?” Jacob looks up at my words, his brows furrowing.

“How’d you know he was?” He asks, and I’m quick to reply.

“I asked first. Answer my question.”

“Y/n,-”

“Jake.” I say, stern. “I need to know if he’s in trouble or not. You said Sam was running some kind of gang or cult, didn’t you?”

Jacob sighs, closing his eyes.

“Yeah,” he replies, “We think so. Embry stopped hanging with us about a week after you stopped coming over so you could study. He started skipping school and running around with Sam and his goons and wouldn’t talk to us.”

“Do I need to tell Charlie?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“Nothing he could do. We don’t have proof of anything.” He tells me, “Besides, everyone loves those freaks for whatever reason.”

My lips thin, and I sigh.

---

“Have fun at the movies!” I call to Bella as she walks out the door. She said that her, Mike, and Jacob were going to see some action movie. I had declined the offer, since I had picked up an extra shift at Roy’s so I could sleep early tonight.

Roy’s was basically dead for my entire shift, so I got cut early and could go home. When I got back, Bella was sitting in my room, waiting for me.

“Hey?” I asked, wondering what was wrong. “How was the movie?”

“It was fine,” she said briskly, “When Embry joined Sam, Jake and Quil said that he had started to get agitated and irritable. Then he started running fever.”

“…okay..?” I asked, wondering where she was going with this. The first and only time I saw him at Roy’s with Sam, he was burning up, so whatever pattern might be there seemed to match.

“At the movies, Jake was irritable and mean to Mike. He was rude to him about his tolerance to the gore, and when I touched him, he was burning up.”

“So, you think he’s going to run off to Sam or something?” I asked, and she nodded. I pressed my lips together, and sighed.

“Let me go shower and change. We’ll talk when I’m done.”

I was quick in the bathroom, showering with haste and changing into my pajamas before walking back to my room.

“What do you want to do about Jake?” I asked, and she just shook her head. She was staring at her hands, and my brows furrowed. “Bells?”

She sniffed, rubbing her eyes, “I just don’t want to lose him, too, y/n. I don’t think I can handle it.”

“You won’t have to,” I assured her, coming over to hug her tightly. “I’ll beat his ass.”

She laughed wetly, her tears soaking into my sleep shirt.

I made a mental note to call Quil tomorrow, to see if he knows anything.

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Hey guys! Quick edit here, I’m going over my work so far! (1/4/25)

[akira-shima]

Mikey x female reader

This is part 1 and I’ll probably do a part 2 idk… this is just a small fic…that I came up with because I love Mikey. This is also purely for my self satisfaction, if you’re interested enjoy the fic?

- this fic contains tiny 16+ content in some parts, like mentions of female body characteristics (very less honestly) and some naughty thoughts that a horny teen usually has 😗

- contains spoiler from manga so read at your risk!

That’s all! 🌸💞💐💖

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You wore a beautiful white dress, you planned to read your favorite book at your favorite park... which was a little far from your house. But a favorite place is still a favorite.

Unfortunately for you, it just happens to start raining the moment you reach the park.... and you have no other choice but to stay there until it stopped. You run to find some kind of place where you can avoid getting wet. And meet a familiar figure, your crush, Manjiro Sano also known as Mikey....

You know him since a very long time...from the moment he scarred Sanzu...you knew about his dark impulses...so you tried to be very careful not for yourself but for him to never lose control again. You're in love with him...but you know that in the end if he gets attached to you, you might end up hurting him. Why? It's complicated....

You decided to greet him because it's obvious he also saw you. He hasn't really been talking to you for a while and you honestly don't mind because it's better that way anyways...

"Hey...it's been a while" you said approaching him with a nervous smile.

He was sitting on his motorbike silently, without any care about the rain, he looks at you with no change in his expression "yea..."

He has certainly changed...did something happen? You asked yourself. You really don't know since you lost touch with him a while back when draken died.... you remember him purposely telling you to leave him alone, you weren't sure if he needed space or was it because he didn't want to talk to you anymore...

He turns back to look at the rain, a cold expression on his face. He leans back on the motorbike , closing his eyes, "just leave....it will be better for you that way"

You walked out of the shade you were standing to avoid getting wet, not caring about the rain...slowly approaching him.

He heard you walking towards him, keeping his eyes closed, "you'll catch a cold...you shouldn't be out here....especially in a white dress..."

You scoff at his words but slightly amused "you care?" He was caught off guard by your scoff but turned to look at you, opening his eyes. His face is expressionless, yet he had a soft expression in his eyes. He sighed quietly, "you're gonna get yourself sick in the rain."

"Mikey....I can say the same for you. You might catch a cold too..." you said with genuine worry about him.

He glanced away suddenly, avoiding looking at you. You're confused. "What..?" He said nothing for a while. He didn't want to think about you in that kind of way after noticing the outline of your figure through the dress. It was wrong.... he kept his gaze averted but his expression is soft. "I don't....get sick easily"

You still don't understand why exactly isn't he looking at you. "Really? So then do you like the rain?" You look at the sky closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of drops pouring down on your face.

He looked at you in your soaked dress, the rain making your silhouette visible but he focused on your eyes instead, seeing how your body swayed from left to right with the drops, his eyes widened, staring at you, you looked beautiful, your eyelashes damp and glistening from the rain, he looked up at the sky, it was dark and cloudy from the rain, he smiled softly, you looked gorgeous, the drops of rain falling on you made you sparkle, it looked like a scene from a movie

“The rain... is calming..”

You opened your eyes and looked directly at him with a bright smile that looked so familiar, “right..?”

He’s caught off gaurd by the smile, his shoulders tensed up, he was stunned by your smile, his heart skipped a beat, he averted his gaze quickly, not wanting to be stared at by you any longer and turned his head back, looking at the rain again, his cheeks flushed red. He hoped that you hadn't noticed his blushing.

“...yeah... it is calming...and pretty…..”You smiled, “so you can blush too?” His eyes widened, he didn't expect you to notice. he turned his face away, embarrassed and flustered. “Y-yeah... I'm still human...”

You chuckle, “then why did you say you can’t feel pain? You’re a human right?” Your expression turning into a sad one, you’re genuinely worried about him, you know he shows he’s tough on the outside but he carries a lot of burden and regrets over his shoulders…

You remember clearly the day he told you to leave him alone….

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“Mikey!! Stop where are you going?!” You yelled and ran behind him as he slowly walked away after he learned that almost everyone he loved has died so far… he can’t bear to see you…the person he loves, to die too.

He had no other choice but to abandon you… “leave”

What?

“Won’t you feel sad..if I left…?” You asked a dumb question…but you don’t know what his answer would be…you thought maybe his answer might answer your own feelings towards him….

“I can’t feel pain anymore…and I can’t be bothered….”

“What do you mean Mikey? Why would say that? You can talk to me…I’m right here…” you have such a sad expression, almost like you’re gonna cry, you can’t believe he’s leaving just like that. The last words you heard were

“Leave me alone.”

It hurts….it surely does. That same night all you did was think about his last words before he completely vanished for dayssssss, repeatedly chanting the words in your head until you cried yourself to sleep…

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“I still remember…how you asked me to leave you alone….” You frown and smile sadly.

He turns his head back, looking a bit agitated

“Because I've felt too much... everything I feel, every inch of pain for all the things I've gone through.. they all feel numb... and that's why I don't show pain... it's like drowning in an endless sea, every inch of your strength used up, yet you keep sinking... everything feels like a nightmare....” he looks at you intensely, his expression serious, his emotions flowing through his words.

“Pain... is all I've ever known...”

“All I feel... is darkness.”

Darkness…..

Your smile drops at the mention of the word ‘darkness’ you know exactly what he means… you slowly approach him without a word leaving him quite confused.

Once again his eyes landing on your figure, it’s a shame how you still haven’t noticed you’re wearing white…

You dumbo….

His breath hitched, his heart pounding. he could feel a sensation in his body at the very close proximity. his body tensed up, his eyes widened, he looked at you with a slightly troubled yet desperate expression “w-what are you doing....”

You said nothing and straight up went for a hug, holding his face in your chest and wrapping your arms around his neck “hey….lets go back…you’ll get sick…” you frowned, he was also wet from the rain.

He was stunned for a moment, his face in your chest. he was quiet, his ears turning crimson red as he inhaled your scent. he didn't know what to do, his body was frozen from your gesture, the touch of your skin against his bringing him back to reality.

“You know…I really missed you…Mikey”

He slowly brought his arms up and wrapped them around your waist, burying his face in your chest, his body slightly trembling from the contact and the cold rain. he spoke softly “...lets... go...back…”

You rest your face on his head “you know…I really love this person…but I’m afraid that if I get too attached they might get hurt someday because of me…” right after saying that you release yourself from his arms and back away “please don’t hurt yourself…” you said giving him a sad smile and walked towards a place where you could stand away from the rain to dry yourself.

He felt a bit empty when your warmth was no longer surrounding him. his breathing was a bit laboured and heavy, he was still stunned by the sudden affectionate gesture. he looked a bit confused and perplexed when you backed away from him without warning. he heard what you said about being afraid of someone getting hurt, it touched him deeply how you were thinking about him, although he wasn't sure who exactly you were talking about. he heard your words about him hurting himself. He reached out his hand towards your back, unable to speak for a few moments.

“...wait..”

Grabbing your hand lightly, his heart skipped a beat when he touched your fingers. he looked into your eyes without saying anything for a moment before he spoke softly.

“...don't go...”

“….” Your heart ached at his words “I won’t go…” you smile feeling this weird ache in your heart.

Mikey felt his heart beating rapidly when you stayed, and he gently pulled you back towards him as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, bringing you into another hug. He buried his face into the crook of your neck this time, holding you tightly. he felt a rush of emotions come over him. as he held you, he didn’t say anything, just feeling the way your body felt against his, his eyes closed, taking in the moment to savour every single detail of you.

“Mikey…” you call his name as you hugged him back.

He felt a wave of emotions wash over him as you hugged him back, his eyes slightly widened. he buried his face further into your neck, feeling your hair brush against his face. he breathed in deeply, taking in your scent, he was overwhelmed with the feelings he could feel rising up in his chest.

“...you..feel so right in my arms...”

This immediately made you blush…but thankfully your face wasn’t seen by him..

Calling his name once again to get his attention… “Mikey…..!” You slightly yell, due to the voice of rain pouring down your voice might’ve not reached his ears since you said it in a quite low tone….

Were you finally embarrassed?

He tightened his hold on you, burying his face into you, feeling your body against his, his emotions overflowing with the way your body fit perfectly in his arms, as if you were supposed to be there.

“... yeah…?”

“Um I…need to change…you see my dress…” you said with a hint of embarrassment.

Mikey quickly pulled back letting you go, a blush creeping up his cheeks. he then glanced at your dress, his ears turning red, remembering how your dress stuck to your body, leaving nothing to his imaginations. he quickly looked away, his face flushed red. he was quiet but the sound of his heartbeat was loud in his ears.

“Yeah you... should go change into some dry clothes...”

“Y-yea you should….too”

“yeah.. i’m kind of all wet from the rain...”

He looked a bit embarrassed, realizing how ridiculous he looked while drenched like a mess. his hair sticking to his face from the water, his clothes clinging to his body, his body glistening from the raindrops, his breath coming in short gasps. he couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious in front of you, feeling vulnerable in his current state.

While you’re preparing to leave, you attempt to hide your visible undergarment at your chest with your hair. Which honestly wasn’t working out so good….but we roll!

He nodded, he was a bit embarrassed to even glance in your direction since he knew it would just make him want to run his hands down your body to feel you against him, his body felt warm at just the thought of it but he fought the urge. he blushed more at your words, a hint of disappointment flickering across his face, he wanted to stay in your presence for longer.

“Yeah... please go change and... get warm..” his eyes trying their best to look at any other direction other than you…

You simply nod before getting your book that you planned to read today… (don’t worry you carried a plastic bag just in case so the book is fine <3)

He felt a pang in his chest as you walked away. he had a mixture of emotions running inside him, a part of him wanted to follow you home and spend all night long caressing your body under the sheets but he ignored the thoughts, knowing it was wrong of him to feel such things. He watched you walk away until you were out of sight, his heart racing.

You’d think that there’s no way someone like Mikey would show emotions so easily? Right? But my god is he in love with you since the day he saw you…he never wanted to show his dark impulses to anyone especially you…but he’s so glad that even after all those harsh things he’s done and said to you, you never change. He hopes you never leave his side but at the same time he wants you to be safe and away from him- your feelings do reciprocate but it’s rather a complicated situation for both of you…. Knowing about his darkness as he says, it’s not easy…..

The moment you reached home, hoping Mikey did the same, you took a fresh bath and changed clothes, and like always you open your diary and wrote about today’s events. It was exciting! You can’t believe you hugged Mikey like that- and especially not realising your dress!

You’re still embarrassed but you also found Mikey’s reactions cute…

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Idk if I’ll do a part 2… but I do have more for the fic… 😮‍💨

[sleepiestwizard]

Gem spits the blood out of her mouth, wiping the rest of it off her face. She raises up and pulls her sword out of the fallen body, his horns broken and clothes tattered.

She finally looks up, scared to face the result of the concurrent battle taking place near her. The cruel hand of fate twists both ways, with her ally fighting her… something. She’s simply glad she didn’t have to be the one to face her again, memories of a time past clearer in her mind than the peaceful waves of home, blood and loss and swords and an arrow in her back.

Joel stands up too, brandishing his axe, gleaming with the witch’s blood. He’s grinning big and feral, teeth shining in the moonlight, wolfish smirk dangerously loud in the sudden silence that’s befallen their temporary residence.

Two wild animals in a standoff that can only end in more blood.

Gem still has her sword raised, keeping her eyes on the moving target, never straying to the corpses littering the ground. They start circling each other, two celestial bodies, never close enough to touch.

“So what now, Gem?” he asks, red eyes scanning her, red patch in his hair, red blood staining his face, red, red, red. His sharp grin is still in place, too wide for what the situation calls for, but Joel’s always been a fool.

“I don’t know, Joel,” she replies, voice even, face stoic. “You’re the one that started circling me like I’m some prey animal. I’m not afraid to fight you, you know.”

“Oh I know you’re not, Gem. But you should be.” He jumps at her, axe raised high in the air, clanging against her sword. She managed to block, but barely, his ferocity surprising her.

“Oh, should I now?” she asks, something teasing in her voice. The fighting feels natural, the way Joel matches her perfectly in this way making something warm and fiery burn brighter in her chest. It triggers a memory in the back of her head, one of simpler times, of wooden swords and trophy heads, of jokes and salty air.

His axe catches her as she’s distracted, too slow to sidestep the attack. Blood spills down her arm, and she curses, steeling herself. This is no time to be distracted, she admonishes herself as she gets into a lower stance, counter attacking with her sword.

Steel drags against steel harshly, sword and axe at odds. They’re grinning at each other, Gem realises as she tastes sweat and blood on her tongue. There’s something almost beautiful about the fighting, two dancers so in sync, it feels like a performance. Animals, performing an intricate mating dance, before they devour each other, angry teeth against flesh.

Her sword catches skin and guts and everything in between as she manages to hit Joel in the abdomen. He gasps, the first sign of weakness he’s shown since they’ve stopped being allies - forgotten are the nights spent in the barn together talking about anything and everything, their hopes and fears, huddling in a single bed when it was cold despite being too big.

Like a shark that’s smelled blood in the water Gem pounces, ferocious and fast, a flurry of steel and red hair, red rage, red, red, red.

But Joel knows her, knows inside and out, has spent days upon days sparring with her and fighting other people with her, and he side steps with ease.

Back to circling each other. Gravity against the vastness of space.

It’s Joel’s turn to spit blood, raising a hand to wipe at the corner of his mouth. The hand goes back down to his newly acquired wound and he grins again.

“That all you got, Gem?”

Gem screams, something feral and wild and lunges at him, his axe barely coming up to block her sword. His smirk falls off his face, a concentrated expression taking its place, sweat dripping down his brow. She privately takes pride in that, it’s not easy for Joel to stop pretending, to drop the mask.

The fight for a while, the sounds of steel and heavy breathing all blending into the melody that accompanies their dance. Their steps calculated, the choreography premeditated. They exchange the lead when they feel like it, both of them too untamed to allow themselves to be led for too long, their need for control equal as their skill.

The fight drags on so long, the first rays of sunlight rain down upon them, birds chirping happily in the distance, oblivious to the battle below them. Orange paints the sky and Gem pants.

She’s clutching her side now, the wounds she’s acquired over the course of the night catching up to her. Joel’s the same, their circling now taking on a rather staggering quality, exhaustion dragging their limbs down like lead.

“Don’t suppose you want to give up? Any minute now?”

Gem scoffs, a smile tugging at her cracked lips. Joel smiles back, softer than the situation calls for. But Gem’s always been a fool.

“Didn’t think so,” he admits, and charges at her.

Later, she stands over the bodies.

She is gonna bleed out any minute now, she knows.

She walks to the red barn, one last time. The sunrise paints the sky red. Geminitay bleeds out. Red, red, red.

[dianaforever]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Outlander Series - Diana Gabaldon Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser Characters: Claire Beauchamp, Jamie Fraser, Claire Fraser Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Sexy, Sexy Frasers Series: Part 2 of REGRET Summary:

THIS IS A DELETED SCENE FROM "REGRET", CHAPTER 33.

JAMIE AND CLAIRE REMEMBER THEIR STAY IN THE FIVE-STAR HOTEL IN GLASGOW, WHICH RESULTED IN THE ARRIVAL (NINE MONTHS LATER) OF JANET FLORA BEAUCHAMP FRASER. AS USUAL, WHEN CLAIRE AND JAMIE REMINISCE, SHENANIGANS ARE INVOLVED.

This scene was written into Chapter 33, but I cut it for Mrs Robertson's story. It popped into my head this morning, and I thought it would be a fun Friday post.

[freyapoststhings]

Okay so I'm writing a fic about Artemis finding out about how Apollo was treated before, after, and during the trials and I need help making a choice.

Do I write her losing it and "killing" Zeus?

Do I listen to the urges?

Yes write the feminine rage!(I am a reader)

Yes write the feminine rage!(I am NOT a reader)

No she wouldn't do that!(I am a reader)

No she wouldn't do that!(I am NOT a reader)

secret fifth option(see results)

Voting ended onMay 28, 2024