#this vision... this hair.. these piercings.. ok ate

[jul3z-ang3lxoxo]

borrowing haul again

DISCLAIMER!!! this is all roleplay i would never steal or use weed lmao

stuff in black is what i got i think it was ~19$ in total the white highlighter is from about-face everything else belongs to my friends the haul was probably around ~65$ in total value

i think the worker at sh0pp3rs was onto us (we all have piercings and dyed hair) and we kept seeing her in our peripheral vision pretending to do stuff near us... idrc tho cause we got out ok and the store is no where close to me so if theyre suspicious of me now it doesnt rlly matter lmao

dollarama had lots of camera but once again its nowhere near me and the workers are too underpaid to gaf

stuff i got on my own

and also some sour straws that me n my friends ate

so in total i got ~21$ worth of stuff on my own

total saved today: ~40$ (CAD)

side note i had so much fun w my friends but i finished my cart and my battery (rechargeable dw) died 💔

[link4eva]

Kiro’s Seeking Date Translation [CN]

Hey, everyone! Just a couple of things before you begin reading. I don’t actually know any Chinese so this translation was done through the power of Google Translate. A HUGE shout-out to @keliosyfan and @cheesy09 for helping me with edits and revising. Thank you!!! 💛

Here’s a link to the date video uploaded by @keliosyfan​ that you can follow along with.

 Also, here’s a link to the call that comes before the date.

*TW: I feel like I should note that this date has mentions of human trafficking.*

This translation contains spoilers for a date that has not yet been released to the ENG server. If you wish to not be spoiled, please don’t look below the cut. 

Hope you enjoy~ 💛

*Spoilers for future content below!*

[First Part]

??: What are you doing kidnapping her, idiot?! 

??: She has been with Helios for so many years, she must be his most important woman.

??: With this woman, we can make him write off his debts and also crush his spirit as a gift to those foreigners.

In the dimness, two male voices drifted into my ears.

My hands were tied behind me, and the rope bore through the cloth on my body. The rough and wet touch made me very uncomfortable.

??: If he really cared about this woman, would he always keep her by his side? Tell everyone that she is his weakness?

??: This woman is a target he bought four years ago to get rid of trash and see who in the city found him unpleasant!

Although I was very certain that these people were telling the truth, after hearing those words, my heart still couldn’t help but ache.

??: This is the end of the matter. This woman can’t stay.

??: Sooner or later, that beast Helios will know what you have done. He would never let us get away with it. *Changed some wording*

??: This person has just been taken away, and Helios won’t be so fast.

The icy sound of a knife unsheathing made me clench my teeth. My whole body shook.

The hemp rope had been cut with the blade hidden in my sleeve, and I waited for the opportunity as it gradually approached.

Even though I closed my eyes, I could always see that person’s face and a pair of indifferent blue eyes.

If I died, would he be sad? 

??: Hope... is the most precious thing in this world. 

??: Do you want to go with me?

I can’t die yet.

But just before I acted, someone ended up being faster than me.

With a “shink”, it seemed that a sharp weapon pierced the glass and embedded itself into the wooden board. The sudden noise made my heart constrict.

??: Don’t open your eyes.

After an extremely cold and commanding voice sounded, there were shrill screams. In the continuous plethora of sounds, there was the harsh sound of bones being twisted.

I closed my eyes and curled up tightly, worried that this was just a dream.

Until I was hugged in a strong and warm embrace, with the fragrance of smokey tobacco wrapping around me. 

I opened my eyes blankly and caught sight of the silver hair that was eye-catching and dazzling in the gloomy thatched house.

Those blue eyes, which were normally calm, were now mixed with a little anger.

MC: ...Am I dreaming?

Helios: Do you often dream of me? 

The man gave me a look, held me, and walked out the door. It seemed to be the warehouse of a wine shop.

(Cut to outside)

Suddenly his figure stopped, and I lowered my eyes to find that a man was holding onto his trousers tightly.

??: Mr. Helios, boss, please forgive us this time. We will soon have a big deal, and then we will be accommodated…. 

Helios: Is the restaurant I run like an orphanage?  

Helios: Repaying debts is justified.

He turned a deaf ear to the man’s pleading and the whispers from the bystanders. He moved his long legs, and the man fell to the ground.

At the same time, a group of people began to move in and out of the store.

MC: Should I first….

Helios: Don’t move. 

His voice sounded impatient. I blinked and didn’t speak anymore.

After the fight was over, Helios raised the corner of his mouth and gave a slight retort to the kneeling man.

Helios: Mr. Cao, you’re welcome to visit Spring Moon Pavillion next time. 

??: You foreign devil, don’t lie! Go to hell! 

The curse echoed behind us, and the sound of a solid, steady heartbeat fell upon my ears.

Here, people called him many things-- Mr. Helios, the boss, foreign devil. 

No one knew his origins. There was a rumour that seemed to say he was of mixed race.

Most of the restaurants, diners and pawn shops in the city were under his name, and there were many other shady places.

Countless people ate his meals, and countless people enjoyed his turf. They were his business partners, his subordinates, and his debtors.

He was the unspoken ruler of this city.

Everyone here respected him and feared him.

MC: Are you hurt?

I felt the person stepping forward seem to pause, but it was only momentarily.

Helios: No. 

I leaned into that somewhat cold embrace, and in my sorrow, it seemed to overlap with the heavy snow from four years ago.

[Second Part]

(Flashback)

I stretched my arms strenuously, trying to grab the flying photograph.

The man behind me tightened the chain on the back of my neck, leaving only the muddy photo in my blurred vision, which ended up crushed with shoe prints on the ground.

Like unforeseen freedom, it broke free, but also decayed. Like my freedom, slowly slipping away with each step.

The world was covered with a film and the insults behind me were drowned out, and only cold white noise remained.

Suddenly, a pair of delicate leather shoes stopped next to the photo, and someone picked it up in the next second.

I blinked slowly, and found an eye-catching and sharp silver light under the extremely gloomy sky.

It was like the first speck of snow that one would find stunning in the late winter, burning straight into people’s eyes, beautiful and cold.

The boy looked around the same age as me, and a pair of azure blue eyes met my own.

The biting cold caused my reaction to delay and another pair of distant and similar pupils appeared before my eyes.

But they were warmer and brighter.

??: Snap out of it!

When my consciousness was pulled back to reality by the pain, I heard screams that did not belong to me. The force that restrained me suddenly disappeared, and I fell directly to the ground.

I reluctantly raised my eyes and found that the silver-haired boy had come over at some point, twisting the man’s wrist with one hand. His gaze shifted from the photo in his hand to me.

??: Did you stay in the orphanage in the east of the city as a child? 

I looked at him dumbfoundedly and lost my voice for a moment.

??: Answer me.

MC: [flustered] ….Ye-yes! I stayed there for a year.

The boy’s eyes seemed to light up for a moment because of my answer, and then became alienated in the blink of an eye.

He threw the man aside, lowered his eyes and wiped off the mud from the photo with his white sleeves, then squatted down and handed it to me.

??: I’ll only ask once.

??: Come with me?

I stared at him in a daze, and the roaring from the outside world came to an abrupt end. Only the voice of the boy in front of me and my own heartbeat could be heard.

MC: Ok.

As soon as I spoke, the boy threw a few silver bills at the man.

The heavy snow fell silently, and I was taken into his arms, like a fragmented snowflake.

The blood, water and frost all mixed together, and I heard his voice in the dizziness.

??: Starting today, you are mine. 

??: My name is Helios.

??: But I don’t like this name, so don’t call me that.

MC: My name is MC….Then um….what should I call you?

His attitude left me a little perplexed.

Helios: If you have something to say, I will acknowledge it.

Helios: Is that photo important?

In the heavy snow on the quiet road, I lifted my head laboriously, trying to muster a smile.

MC: [smiling affectionately] Very important. He was my best friend in the orphanage and a big star in the city.

MC: Everyone loved to hear him sing. He never cared about who his audience was; he shined nonetheless. 

MC: It’s just… He went abroad six months ago, so he must be an even better person now.

The boy’s footsteps froze for a moment as if his feet were bound in ice and snow.

Helios: He’s just an actor. 

Helios: A useless profession.

MC: But….it was his smile that gave me strength.

Without him, I would not have been able to hold on till the day I met you.

(End of flashback)

I opened my eyes and turned my head to see Helios sitting on the sofa, casually reading the newspaper. As usual, he should be in the restaurant at this time.

Looking at his profile, the dream I had just now made me a little confused.

It turned out that I had stayed by his side for so long.

He took me back to the small restaurant, healed my injuries and taught me all kinds of things.

Literacy, singing, dancing, medical skills, business….

He was the most ruthless and sharp blade. I had witnessed how he, with his own power, had expanded this small restaurant to its current size in just a few years.

Helios: Get up and eat if you’re awake. 

The sudden words interrupted my thoughts. Helios didn’t look up as he slowly took a sip of tea from his teacup. Seeing him frown, I immediately got up from the bed.

The food had been arranged on the wooden table, the temperature just right; neither too hot nor too cold--

Obviously, the people who prepared this had carefully taken time into consideration.

I looked at the man sitting aside from the sidelines and saw the teacup he put aside. I was a little puzzled.

MC: Is that pot of tea not brewed?

Helios: It’s poisoned. 

Helios: Tastes terrible. 

I almost choked on the spring rolls in my mouth and sighed inwardly at his calm demeanour.

I went up to the cabinet, skillfully took out the bottle of medicine and poured out a pill. I walked up to him and handed it over.

Helios: I won’t die.

After hearing the expected answer, I picked up the pill and brought it to his mouth.

He didn’t open his mouth but stared at me coldly.

MC: You don’t need to stare at me. I’m not afraid of you.

With that said, I continued to pry open his mouth with the pill.

Probably moved by my fearlessness, his mouth finally opened slowly and swallowed the pill.

I smiled with satisfaction and when I turned around to continue enjoying my spring rolls, a pair of cool palms swept over my waist.

The incense stick burned quietly, and a small sigh and familiar body temperature covered me closely from behind.

Helios: Don’t you blame me for using you as bait? 

He closed his eyes. His long eyelashes were covered with sunlight and his brows were furrowed.

MC: You taught me that there is no meaningless business in this world.

MC: You bought me. My life is yours.

Helios: That’s the spirit. 

The person behind slowly opened his eyes, his pupils full of jest and scrutiny.

MC: Today I just wanted to go to the temple to ask for a peace charm like in previous years. 

MC: I was going to go there by myself, but I didn’t want to cause you trouble.

He probably didn’t believe me. Even so, I explained it word by word.

A cool finger stroked my neck and entangled a few strands of my hair.

Helios: How many years have you been with me?

His sudden question had me stunned for a moment.

MC: ….Three years and two hundred and seventy-five days.

Helios: It’s three years and two hundred and seventy-six days.* 

*This is a little Easter egg that @keliosyfan spotted.  “When Helios asked MC how long she has been with him, she says "3 years, 275 days" but he corrects her saying "3 years, 276 days". If you put the numbers together you get 3276 which in CN numeric slang means "love Qiluo(Kiro) for life" or "生爱棋洛"So in a way, he wants MC to say "I love Kiro for life"(3276/生爱棋洛). 🥺😭🤧”

Although his voice was faint, it was conclusive.

I thought about it and didn’t argue with him. For me, there was no difference between one more day and one less day.

Helios: Want to leave?

MC: ….?

He laughed suddenly, but only slightly mocking this time.

Helios: I can teach you enough to live a better life.

After that, he stood up. The sudden drop in temperature made me feel a little cold in this midsummer weather.

Helios: Since you want to leave, I won’t stop you.

Helios: But leave before the seventh day of July. 

[Third Part]

Helios left after saying this, leaving me alone in the room in a daze. 

Compared to his sudden expulsion, I was more concerned about another thing.

The seventh day of July.

What was going to happen on that day?

The annexed restaurants, and suppressed merchants….I know what Helios has been doing for several years.

Would my existence cause him any trouble?

I looked at my bare wrists and couldn’t help laughing at myself.

Maybe I was locked in place by a pair of invisible shackles.

I pursed my lips and walked to the closet to take out the bag hidden in its depths. Perhaps it was just my illusion, but it seemed to have been turned over by someone.

(Outside of room)

Outside the dark room, late at night, I tiptoed over with my bag. There were faint sounds of firm punching and kicking coming from inside the room. 

Helios stayed alone here every night, not letting anyone come close.

But this was my hidden secret, and I could secretly monopolize Helios at this moment.

As usual, I opened the window a crack.

In the room, Helios was half-naked, and the small old silver locket hung with silver bells, reflecting sharp lines of bright silver light in the cold moonlight.

His movements were swift and fierce, harder than usual as if he was venting out something.

His wet hair was weighed down, and sweat dripped slowly from his lower jaw and down his strong and undulating chest.

He stood at the junction of light and shadow, with most of his face hidden in the darkness.

The sound of cicadas in midsummer made people feel a little restless, and the silver locket on his chest heaved slightly as he panted hard.

Helios stood there and didn’t move. I don’t know what he was waiting for. *The music from the first Valentine’s Day event starts playing so it’s getting steamy 😏*

In the next second, those blue eyes passed through the window and were firmly locked on me.

MC: ….!

I instantly withdrew my head and squatted down.

Helios: ….Come in. 

Helios: I’ll only say it once. *Don’t need to tell me twice!! 😩😩 *

Hearing the slightly stiff tone, I stood up, lowered my head, and pushed the door open. I only took a single step in and then stopped.

Helios: I don’t see you this compliant on weekdays.

MC: ….You knew?! Then why did you never let me go before….

Helios: For my own pleasure. 

I suddenly raised my head and found that he had positioned himself right in front of me. His scorching body temperature seemed to be able to cross the distance between us and set me on fire.

MC: I-I didn’t come here today to take a peek, I just….

He lowered his eyes and his gaze flicked across the bag I was holding behind me. His smile melted into a bit of a smirk.

Helios: If you’re saying goodbye, you don’t...

MC: I want you to teach me some martial arts.

I held my breath and did not miss the momentary surprise that flashed through his eyes.

MC: What you taught me isn’t enough.

Helios looked at me condescendingly, his eyes dim. A breeze flitted past my ear as his hand smacked against the door frame behind me.

Helios: Not enough? 

In this tense atmosphere, I tried my best not to avoid his gaze.

MC: You taught me a lot, but….it felt like things had become even serious today.

MC: So I…. I still need you.

Before I finished speaking, Helios suddenly grabbed my left wrist from the outside and at the same time stretched out his leg to hook behind me. 

When I lost my balance, his left hand instantly reached out to support my waist, and his right hand came out from under my arm and clasped my wrist from the front again.

When I came back to my senses, I found that I had been directly pinned to the floor, and the bag in my hands had been tossed aside.

The entire movement was executed clean and smooth, and there was only the faint sound of the silver bell on the old silver locket swaying in the silent air.

Helios: There are many people who need me in this city. 

Helios: I can teach you. Want to learn?

He lowered his head slightly, and the old silver locket grazed my chest, which made me take in a sharp inhale. My entire heart and lungs seemed to be occupied by his breath.

I tried to lift up my wrists and lower limbs, but it wasn’t enough to shake off the person above me.

MC: In this bag is the money that I have saved over the past few years. The money you bought me for back then, plus four years’ worth of interest, will be given to you.

Helios: I’m not short on cash.

MC: If you accept the money, I won’t owe you anything, but I will still help you.

I tremblingly stroked the old silver locket on his chest. It carried his body temperature and made my fingertips hot.

It coincided with the seventh day of the seventh month of the first year we met. For the first time, I heard someone cursing him and wanting him to die.

I had cried and went to the temple to ask for a peace charm and an old silver locket. When I got home, I gave them to him together.

I knew that many people in this city hated him, but I wanted him to be safe.

He had just smiled sarcastically at the time, and I threw it away when he turned around. Who knew that I’d see it dangling on his chest here that night.

The silver bells chimed, just like my unstoppable heartbeat. 

MC: You still wear this old silver locket.

Helios: I forgot to remove it.

His hot breath fanned my face, entangling with my own breath in the scorching air.

My fingers followed the silver chain of the old silver locket and stroked his chest. I could clearly feel his taut muscles under my fingertips.

MC: There are many orphans like me in the restaurant.

MC: Those merchants who were suppressed by you could always open new shops.

MC: Underground, the losers will always be the bureaucrats who usually bully others and gain funds out of ill will. 

MC: I don’t know why you want to be a bad person in the eyes of the city, but what I see is different from others.

Helios: Ridiculous.

MC: This is what you taught me.

Looking at my smile, he snorted coldly, but the moonlight sneaking in illuminated the faint smile in his eyes.

Helios: You just said it wrong. 

He glanced at my bag and lowered his body even further.

Helios: Don’t owe me anything?

Helios: The three years and two hundred and seventy-six days with me were enough for you to repay me?

MC: [confused] You didn’t even see how much there is inside…. 

Helios: I’ve seen it.

He pulled slightly hard, making me stand up instantly.

Helios: You owe me too much. 

Helios: I’ll ask you to settle the tab later.

Helios: However, you do need to learn some self-defence skills.

Unlike his usual touch, his fingertips caressed my eyes, ears, nose and neck.

Helios: People have many weaknesses.

Helios: Eyes, ears, throat, heart…. *The way he said this sent shivers down my spine 😳🥵*  

As he whispered, his fingertips kept moving downwards, making me nervously hold onto that hand.

Helios: [more sexy whispering] What’s the matter? Don’t you want to learn? 

Helios: I gave you the chance to leave.

Helios: But you refused. 

[Fourth Part]

Helios implemented his teaching method, “diligently” teaching from the most basic style, which made me extremely embarrassed.

MC: [flustered] ….Can you put on some clothes next time? *MC, no!! What are you even asking?! You enjoy it and you know it! 🥵

Helios: I can wear what I like. 

Seeing the obvious teasing in his eyes, I ran away completely.

Finally, I asked him about what would happen on the seventh day of July, and his expression became a little solemn under the clear moonlight.

Gradually, I became even more sure that this was related to what he had done for so many years.

(Cut to store)

In the early morning of the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, a few foreigners in suits and arrogant expressions came to the store.

These people seemed to be a little unkind, and my heart felt uneasy.

Waiter: Miss MC, a guest of the boss, made a reservation at Spring Moon Pavillion.

MC: Let me take care of it.

With a smile, I went to the foreigners and led them to the booth. I didn’t expect that Helios would already be waiting there.

The moment he saw me, his brows lightly furrowed and he tilted his head slightly.

“Leave.”

I blinked and instantly understood what he meant. After the foreigners walked into the booth, they positioned themselves again at the door.

MC: Boss, your guests are here.

After that, I took a step back and then ridicule suddenly rang out.

??: Leaving already?

Unexpectedly, a foreigner walked over, grabbed my wrist and dragged me directly into the booth.

??: Helios, you must have misunderstood.

??: What is the meaning of a group of men when talking about business?

The foreigner smiled sarcastically. I restrained the urge to shoot and looked at Helios cautiously.

In the next second, an invisible cold front flew past my face, grazing the wrist of the foreigner and leaving behind a small, bloody wound. 

No one knew when he fired the shot, and Helios was still leaning on the sofa, lazily looking at the wailing foreigner. He made no effort to hide his coldness and murderous intent.

Helios: Next time, it’ll be your head. 

Helios: Come here.

I stood cautiously behind Helios, and saw a man in a white suit standing up with a feigned smile.

Foreigner: Just kidding. Don’t get upset, Helios.

Helios: Is that what you learned by spying on me every day?

My heart sank and I tried my best to calm my nerves.

Have these people been spying on him?

Foreigner: Don’t say that, we just need to confirm whether you are worthy of our cooperation.

Foreigner: After all, with this kind of business, ordinary people are not eligible to participate.

Foreigner: But….we also have to look at the sincerity of the boss.

His eyes moved from Helios to me with an arrogant smile.

Foreigner: I heard that you have a well-trained girl who is clever and easy to use. I wonder if you are willing to share?

I was shocked and couldn’t move. I waited quietly for Helios’ answer.

Helios: I can. 

The cicadas kept humming noisily, and for an instant, I seemed to be back to that moment from four years ago, when there was only haziness left in this world.

But I just blinked and walked respectfully from the back of the sofa to the foreigners.

It sounded like a serious matter. Maybe he wanted me to be an undercover agent for these foreigners?

Or maybe he just changed his mind again and didn’t need me anymore.

My vision became a little blurred.

Helios: Did you really think I would say that? 

Helios’ arms encircled me from behind. His familiar breath came over me, and his voice was filled with pure mockery.

Foreigner: Helios, what do you mean?

Helios: Your nonsense... will anyone still want it?

The foreigner was stunned as if he didn’t expect him to say that. But in the next second, his expression became fierce again.

Foreigner: So it was you who brought those people…!

In the horrified eyes of those foreigners, Helios’ smile became even more ruthless.

Helios: I’ve been tired of looking at the faces of you idiots for a long time now. 

Helios: I asked you to come today to settle the account.

At Helios’ signal, I slowly withdrew from the booth.

(Cut to lobby)

I didn’t know what would happen to them next, but maybe something would briefly end today.

I returned to the lobby and asked for the guestbook from the front desk. I wanted to distract myself but there was one face that was stuck in my mind.

Helios won’t get hurt, right?

Helios: ….MC.

Did I trouble him again just now?

Helios: MC.

An impatient sigh sounded in my ears and I felt my figure tilt, and in the next moment, I was trapped in someone’s arms.  

Helios: Didn’t you hear me calling you?

MC: Helios….!

Helios: I should’ve said that only you can’t call me by that name.

In this lighted corner, the ambiguous gazes of the other guests in the lobby wandered over to us.

MC: Did you just call me? Wait… Has your matter been resolved?

MC: And let me go first. Th-there are other guests here.

Helios: This is my restaurant.

His fingertips rested on the guestbook, and a faint chilly scent emanated from him.

Helios: Did you really think I would give you to those people just now?

MC: ….

He narrowed his eyes, his voice carrying with it some faint, dangerous warning.

MC: …. I didn’t.

Helios: You’re a terrible liar.

Helios: Why did you walk over?

MC: Because I believe in you. I know you have your reasons.

I couldn’t help holding onto his drooping lapels. At this moment, Helios seemed to reveal all those sharp edges and corners of his heart. 

There were only some unfamiliar ones left, which belonged to the insecurities of youth.

Helios: Ridiculous.

As he said this, he pulled me up and walked into the depths of the lobby.

MC: ….Sorry.

Helios: I’m talking about myself. 

I looked up in surprise and saw his slightly ironic expression.

Helios: They have a large munitions factory behind them.

His voice was indifferent, but what he said was like a time bomb, going off in my brain.

MC: Munitions factory?!

Helios: Those foreigners have been smuggling arms into the city.

Helios: I couldn’t find the buyers and sellers, but there was always a steady stream of arms that kept coming into the city.

Hearing this, I felt cold sweat ooze from my back.

I knew what the meaning was behind all of this.

I remembered the unfinished words under the hideous faces of those foreigners just now.

Helios had found those people now.

MC: Why…. are you telling me this?

Helios: Because I want to.

In the midst of my wildly racing heartbeat, his words were sure and firm, as if something seemed to be coming to light. 

MC: The merchants and bureaucrats that you suppressed were all related to this, right?

Helios’ silence secretly confirmed my suspicions, and my heart couldn’t help but race.

He always carried all the dangers by himself; walking alone in silence.

Why not ask other people for help?

Just as I was about to ask, I immediately thought of the answer.

With the continuous delivery of arms, both buyers and sellers were in the dark, and easy actions against them would only be a surprise.

Did he destroy those arms?

Helios: Strength and weapons are necessary. 

Helios: Those who really need it will use them to protect important things.

He said this matter of factly with determined eyes as if understanding what I was thinking in my heart.

We walked through the corridor of the hotel and came to the street from the side door.

The dusk was heavy, the red lanterns softly brightening the sights of the entire street, and it was full of liveliness.

The girls blushed as they cuddled up with their partners under the lights and the crescent silver moon.

Such a quiet night made my nose itch.

MC: If those goods were sold to the original sellers.

MC: What would tonight have been like?

I turned my face to look at Helios by my side. The warm yellow lights shone on the side of his stern face. He didn’t say a word, probably accepting something reluctantly.

MC: What you said about this world… What do you think it will look like in the future?

Helios: There is only brief peace at the moment. 

Helios: But suffering will bloom into a flower. (Sidenote: what he means to say is "no pain, no gain." It's one of Kiro's character themes :>)

He raised his head slightly, and the cold moonlight reflected in his blue eyes, like the sea under the moon. 

Silent and immense, as if it could contain everything.

Seeing him like this reminded me of those distant eyes.

In a ghostly manner, I took out the crumpled old photo from my purse and held it beside his face.

Helios: Why do you carry this person’s picture with you everywhere?

MC: [smiling affectionately] Because he is special to me.

Helios: And yet you still follow me?

MC: This is different.

Looking at his teasing smile, I snorted at him and looked at the boy in the photo with a warm smile.

MC: You said that when technology advances in the future, this photo will definitely become the colour in my memory.

Under the blue sky, the blond boy was like a passionate golden sun under the eyes of the crowd.

He smiled and seemed to be able to become a source of invincible courage.

He could gather endless amounts of enthusiasm as long as he stood there.

His voice turned into notes and tunes, dancing along with the wind, driving some of the darkness away.

In this devastated generation, he was like a burning flame.

Kiro: I’m Kiro. 

Kiro: Thank you for listening to my song. 

Helios looked at the yellowed black and white photo, looking a bit dazed for a while, and a little lonely.

Helios: No one in this city remembers him anymore. 

MC: I still remember.

MC: Even if the whole world doesn’t, I will remember him.

In those turbulent years, I had always remembered the embers left behind by that meteor.

Once, there was a young man named Kiro who helped me through countless dark and dull times with a smile.

Until the day I met Helios. I gained the strength to live again from this person.

MC: I think you are very similar.

MC: Although your methods are different, you are both using your own strength to illuminate and empower others.

Helios’ pupils contracted unconsciously, and became deeper with my words.

The slowly rising paper lanterns glowed with a gentle light, quietly surrounding us, like a tender embrace.

Helios: You haven’t asked for this year’s peace charm.

Hearing what he said, I suddenly remembered that because of the previous kidnapping, I couldn’t find a peace charm.

MC: Seeing your attitude before, I thought that there was something that was making you anxious, so I kept following you.

Helios: What attitude?

MC: You said I should leave before the seventh day of July. I asked you about it later, but you didn’t say anything. Wasn’t it about that serious matter?

Hearing my question, Helios froze for a moment and then turned his face to the side, his earlobes slowly turning red.

MC: Was that not what it meant?

Helios: …. 

He pursed his mouth and the lights shone behind him like a splendid landscape painting.

Helios: Because “weakness” really does become a weakness.

MC: Huh?

Helios: You are the only person here who wants me to be safe and live a long life.

Helios: I was reluctant to wait until the Qixi Festival this year.

Helios: Although, I don’t understand why you would want to wish for peace during the Qixi Festival.

My heart was beating fast, and seeing Helios’ face turned to the side, I found his eyes to be brighter than the stars.

MC: [blushing] Because, because I just happened to run into you at that time. *Changed some wording*

MC: And if it’s the New Year, the wishes would all pile up on top of each other, and God won’t be able to hear them.

MC: During the Qixi Festival, maybe God is used to hearing the wishes for marriage, so he can hear my request for peace without needing it to unheard.

Helios: Then today, in addition to asking for peace, you can also wish for marriage.

Helios smiled slightly with some clarity and sincerity.

MC: ….In that case, a name is needed.

MC: But you never let me call you by this name.

I held my breath nervously and saw his face slowly leaning towards me. I didn’t mind the attention around me, and his breath slowly entangled with mine. 

Helios: Let me see.

His protracted tone was a bit tempting and bewitching as if it had lost a thick shell; more naked and intimate than usual, and finally landed on my lips.

Helios: Ki-Ro. 

Helios: Please use that name.

End

 You can find the call that comes after this date here!

[peter-pan-on-neverland]

I’ll leave my widow open: Part 2

Summary: You visit Neverland in your dreams, will you leave everything behind and go with Pan or will you stay put?

Pairings: Pan x reader

Warnings: none

Well.... this is a blast from the past lmao, be sure to check out the first part!

The sweet smell of pancakes filled my nostrils as I sat up in my bed, stuck in a permanent state of silent confusion. Frantically, my eyes peered around my messy room, the window was wide open, curtains were delicately swaying side to side due to the genital draft which was now dancing around, causing my skin to erupt in thousands of tiny goosebumps. So many unanswered questions sprung to mind, I strived to know more like an alcoholic in need of a drink.

What was that?

Who were those people?

Why did that dream feel so real?

Was that even a dream?

Where even was I?

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at my door, making them all disappear in a cloud of smoke.

"Y/n, breakfast is ready." The muffled voice spoke.

"Coming." I said as sweetly as I could before throwing my covers off me and rushing down stair.

I got dressed and ate in a blur, before rushing out the door to a place I like to call hell, although others know it as school. The sound of music was all I could hear as I walked down the quite streets of my home town, completely absorbed in my thoughts.

Nothing much happened around here, no new faces, no drama, nothing. It pained me how boring it was, I wanted to go some where I could live an exciting life full of laughter and happiness, as cringy as that sounded, not somewhere that was dull all of the time.

I crossed the road, passing through the barred gates which lay outside the entrance of my school. I let out an audible sigh, the day hadn’t even started yet and I already felt like giving up. 

My body seemed to grow heavier and heavier with every passing second as I trekked further and further into the brick building. My attention was glued to my phone, too preoccupied with picking what song to listen to next I didn’t realize I was about to walk into someone before it was too late.

In one swift movement, mine and the strangers things were littering the hall way floor.  I swooped down, not even bothering to look at who I had just ran into as I tried to gather my things as quickly as I could.

My eyes flicked up, to look the stranger in the eyes and apologize before taking my leave, but my breath seemed to get caught in my throat.

Those piercing blue eyes, the scar running down his face, his shaggy blonde hair, I had seen it all before. My blood ran cold, It couldn’t be...there was no way.

“Hey.” A voice spoke, sounding like whoever was speaking was underwater.

This wasn’t happening, this wasn’t happening, this wasn’t happening.

My head grew fuzzier and fuzzier every millisecond that ticked by, it wasn’t real, it couldn’t be real. My breath hitched in my throat as panic took over my body. My lungs burned, gasping for air like I was running out of it quickly.

I blinked a few times, my sight getting spotty before that familiar face disappeared from my vision and as if a curse had been lifted everything suddenly stopped, returning to normal once more.

Although they were less frequent, my breaths grew shallower.

carefully, they placed a hand on my shoulder, "It's OK, it's OK." Their voice was deep and soothing like an ocean, making me feel safe.

“Are you OK?” They asked, clicking their fingers in front of my face in order to try and grasp my attention and snap me out of whatever spell I was under.

What was happening? I must be going crazy.

It was as if my voice box has suddenly been taken from me like in the littler mermaid because no matter how hard I tried to answer the boy I couldn't. I was forced to stare, he wore thick, black trimmed glasses that sat upon his slightly crooked nose. It was clear he was older than me, maybe a senior? His hair was a light caramel colour, his fringe swooped in front of his chocolate brown eye's ever so slightly, see nothing like the boy in my dream.

"Miss?" his voice made me returned to my senses.

“I’m fine, sorry” I said, before shooting up and walking away, my face was sure to be red from embarrassment. I could’ve sworn he looked exactly like.... But I had thought about my dream since this morning. Why would a random guy from my dream suddenly invade my thoughts?

I shrugged it off as I walked down the hall, I just wanted this day to be over as soon as possible.  

...

I was only half way through my day and I already feeling misrble, I had tried my hardest to push this mornings events out of my head, but of course the situation kept replaying in my brain as if it were stuck to repeat.

The lunch bell rang and eager, hungry teenagers stormed through the corridors in a hurry to be the first person in line for the canteen.  I, of course, took my time, partly because I wasn't too bothered weather or not I was the first in the queue, but mainly because I didn't want to run into that guy. The first time meeting him was already embarrassing enough, imagine the second time.

"Hey Y/n!" One of my few friends called out across the hall, quickening his pace so he could catch up with me.

His dark, brown hair bounced slightly as he made his way over, he looked as normal as ever, rocking some grey joggers and a plain black T-Shirt, he didn't make much of an effort when it came to his appearance but he didn't fail to make any girl swoon at the sight of him.

"Hi Cam." I spoke, looking directly into his green eyes.

"I didn't see you this morning, were you late again?"

I could feel my cheeks heat up, I needed to stop thinking about what happened this morning, yeah it was weird but everyone had probably forgotten it by now.

"Yeah, something like that." I said, in a low voice.

"Well you don't seem to happy, what's up?" he asked as we walked side by side into the lunch hall, Cameron could read me like a book which doesn't surprise me anymore. I had known him for what felt like an eternity, our mum's were friends so he came over quite a lot, his parents would even offer to babysit Adam and I when we were little. At this point he was more like a brother than he was a friend.

"Cam! Cam!" An obnoxious, high pitched voice squealed interrupting our conversation and causing everyone to turn and stare at her.

I could see the brown haired boy discreetly roll his eyes at the girl, I followed his line of sight which Lead me directly to a girl called Becky Timm's who was desperately trying to get his attention.

I tried my hardest to bite back a snigger.

"Don't." He shot we a warning glare, if looks could kill I would be dead on the floor right now.

"Really? Becky? That's your new mystery girl?" I chuckled, once upon a time I would feel sad whenever Cam got a new girlfriend, I had known him for so long and part of me thought he may have feelings for me the same way I had feelings for him, but of course I was wrong. Never the less I put those days behind me, it was for the best, I mean what if we did date them broke up? I would rather have Cam as a friend than not have him at all and so my feelings for him slowly but surly dissolved.

"She's hot." He said with a smirk on his face, shrugging his shoulders.  

"You," I chuckled, "Are unbelievable."

"Hey babe," She over excitedly spoke before she threw her arms over him, "Are you coming?"

"Um, actually I was gonna-" But she clearly didn't care about whatever he was about to say, her hand was already intertwined with his as she started dragging him away.

He looked at me from across the room with a look in his eyes which said he was sorry but also help me.

I chuckled to myself before sitting down and pulling out my phone, this is normally the part where people would text whoever was trying to get a hold of them back, but me, I only had one friend and he had just been kidnapped by a strangely cute blonde girl.

Once again I was in my own little world, trying to block out my surroundings and jam out to some music.

"Hey, Y/n right?" I voice sounded.

I fought the urge to scream, "Um yeah?" Looking up I saw who was now sat opposite me.

Oh shit, It's glasses guy.

"I just wanted to check if you were OK after what happened." He spoke slowly, as if he were making sure he wasn't making any wrong moves.

"Yeah, I-I'm fine now thanks." I couldn't be sure, but it felt as if my face was growing hotter and hotter by the minute.

"I'm John by the way, John Darling. I'm the new teacher." He said, sticking his hand out for me to shake, I was about to open my mouth to tell him my name but them I remembered he already knew it, wait how did he know it?

"Nice to meet you." I smiled, he probably just asked around.

Lunch ended as slowly as it had came around, it wasn't all that bad, I got to talk to John - Mr Darling, and know more about him. He told me he moved here not long ago and quickly applied for a teaching position, we talked about normal things like what interested us before we had to go back to class.

...

The bell rung out loud and clear for everyone to hear, telling us all that we were free from the prison they were currently holding us in.

I gathered the things faster than flash could run before dashing out of the building. The walk home was a long, dull, wet one, dark clouds hung miserably in the sky as rain left it’s mark on the streets in the form of a puddle. A shiver runs down my spine as a crash of thunder and flash of lightning dart across the black sky. My feet pick up their pace, desperately wanting to get home and fall into the safe, comfy haven of my bed.

Another loud crash of thunder sounds, seeming to shake the world around me as I jump out of my skin. I stand stock still for what felt like an eternity as I caught my breath, there’s nothing to be scared about, it’s only a little thunder and lightning. 

Hesitantly, I began to move my feet again as the wind pick up speed with great force. Whistling and howling into the stormy sky as if it were crying out in pain. Rain pelted down onto the pavements, soaking the ground and soil, drowning the plants and flooding animals homes. 

I had never seen a storm this bad before.

It was as if the wind was whispering incoherent words into my ear, cursing me and the ground I walked upon, cursing this town, but why? A shiver ran up and down my spine as nature seemingly placed a hex on me that I could never shake.

Leaves clung onto the branches of trees for dear life, hoping, praying, pleading that they wouldn’t be ripped from their homes in one fail swoop. But alas the voices were not heard over the screams of the sky, yelling and shouting over everything else as if it were trying to dominated the world itself. Auban and orange leaves feel victim to the wind, zipping and flying through the sky at the vicious hand of the overpowering gale.

I tried my hardest the plough through the strange, evil weather, my heart beat seemed to pick up but not because I was scared, I couldn’t quite place my finger on why. 

The sky seemed to grow darker and darker the angrier it got, thunder crashed as lightening cracks painted the sky, that’s when my e/c eyes fell upon something that would truly haunt me.

Yellow eye’s.

Glowing, yellow eye’s that stared at me through the twisted tree branches, curious to see what I would do next. Watching me every second as if I were chess piece ready to make my move.

My lips parted with shock as It’s black humanoid body flew through the sky. I was stuck in a trance, my eye’s glued to the incongruous being that wanted so desperately to escape into the clouds.

Another lightning strike flashed across the array of once fluffy white clouds, snapping me from my thoughts. I blinked a few times, making sure I wasn’t going crazy, was the ghost, demon, angle, spirit really there? And if so, why?

As if I had just woken up from a strange dream my instincts kicked in, I couldn’t stay out here any longer. My feet pounded against the road as I ran all the way back to my house, my legs and chest burnt, like there was a fire light inside them but I wouldn’t dare stop.

This was it, I was at the home stretch, the door to my house was in sight, so close I reached out, hooking my fingers around the door handle before bursting into my warm home. 

My hair was sopping wet, dripping on the floor making it’s own little puddle, my now ruined clothes clung uncomfortably to my body as I caught my breath.

“Y/n?” I heard Adam say, there was a hint of relief in his voice but also... panic?

His blue eyes searched mine out from across the room, it was only then I saw how puffy and red they were. Tear’s left a merciless trail from the corner of his eyes all the way down his cheeks, staining his face.

“Adam? What is it?” I asked, slowly shutting the door behind me.

“I just got a call from the hospital,” He chocked out, “It’s mum.”

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I finally got something up! I'm back in the writing mood!! Whoop whoop!

I have a whole plot line figured out for this story but I kinda want your guys opinion on it because idk if you'll like it or not but at the same time I don't wanna spoil anything too major.

PLOT LINE BELOW:

So basically theres 2 ways to save Pan from dying the 1st is Henry's heart, the other is true loves kiss. The shadow know that you are Pans true love but he think love will make him weak so every time you visit in your dreams the shadow always finds a way to send you back. BUT Pan is considering letting you stay, you're the only girl so there must be a reason for that right 🤷‍♀️ and he wants to know what it is but he wont let you stay if you're anything like Wendy so you have to prove yourself to him. The shadow doesn't like this so he blackmails John into ;)seducing;) you so that you love him and not Pan. That's where its going with the whole John thing (kinda like a student x teacher because I've been watching to much PLL lately) but it doesn't work and you still get sent to Neverland. Eventually Pan decided to let you stay and the rest of the story will carry on from there (I don’t wanna spoil it hehe) but is that something you guys would wanna read? That's only gonna be the first couple of parts until we get to Neverland then the whole reader x pan x Felix shit starts and happy days ;) let me know!!! Xxxxxxxxxxx

[annabelleb49]

Father Figure- Chapter 4

Rafael Barba x Reader

Chapter 4:

You woke up in a big fluffy bed as the sun shone through the curtains. Where were you again? Oh right...Rafael’s place. You groaned as you remembered what you had done in the middle of the night. You further groaned when you were struck with an intense wave of pain and nausea, leaping off the bed and sprinting to his bathroom, straight to his toilet. 

“Y/N?” You heard Rafael call from the kitchen. You were too busy barfing to respond. 

You heard his footsteps approach the open bathroom door, and he rushed over to you once he saw you knelt over his toilet. “Sorry about the mess-” you made out before another wave overtook you and you retched again. He held up your hair and rubbed your back as you threw up two days worth of food along with all the scotch you drank last night. When your body was finished turning itself inside out, you grabbed some toilet paper to wipe your mouth. 

“You feeling ok?” he asked, releasing your hair. You looked up weakly. 

“I feel like death itself.” He flushed the toilet and helped you stand up and you rinsed your mouth at the sink. 

“I’ll bring you some Aspirin.” You nodded and leaned over the sink, splashing your face with cold water. You’d never had a hangover this bad. Even that time when you got drunk once- that hangover could not even compare to this one. The water didn’t help, so you stumbled into the kitchen area. “Agh, the light!” you moaned, covering your eyes with your hand. Now your head was pounding with a horrible headache, too. 

“Sorry! I forgot hangovers made people sensitive to light.” he said, rushing to dim the lights and close the curtains to the large floor to ceiling windows of his living room. You collapsed into a chair at the dining table and put your head down on your arms. You felt his large hand on your shoulder. 

“Y/N, take the aspirin.” You popped the aspirin into your mouth and swallowed. He slid a plate of toast and bacon in front of you and some coffee, then sat down across from you. “Food and coffee will help your hangover.” He watched in silence as you ate the food without really tasting it. The nausea made it hard to eat, but you focused on the prospect of your hangover going away quicker. You leaned your head back on the chair once you finished, head spinning and still feeling the worst you’d ever felt. He took your plate away and went to the sink to cleanup. You heard him walk to his bedroom and rustle around until you popped one eye open and saw him holding a fluffy blanket. “Come sit on the couch.” he said, walking over himself. You pulled yourself out of the chair and stumbled to the living room. He wrapped the blanket around you and helped you sit down. Then he sat down next to you and you immediately leaned into his embrace. 

“What day is it?” you mumbled. The concept of time had left you completely. 

“Sunday morning. They won’t have the roads cleared until at least this afternoon, so you’re stuck here for now.” you opened your eyes and noticed his casual outfit- sweatpants and an navy NYPD sweatshirt. You would have giggled, but the pulsating pain in your head only made you groan instead. 

“I’m sorry, my hangovers have never been this bad.” you said, sighing. 

“Y/N, have you had alcohol before?” Oh boy, here comes the reprimanding for your underage drinking. 

“Yeah.” you said flatly. You felt him shake his head. 

“How often?” he questioned. 

“Only once in a while. I’ll steal something from my parent’s cabinet. Usually a can of beer or some wine. I’ve only gotten drunk once, though.” you replied, in too much pain to lie. 

He tsk-ed at you. “That’s not healthy, Y/N. You’re too young.” 

“I only do it to help when my family shit gets too rough. And I have it under control, I’m not an addict or anything.” you replied, groaning again when a wave of nausea overtook you.

“That’s not how it works, Y/N. You think you have it under control now but if you continue like this you could very easily become addicted. Using alcohol to ‘numb the pain’ is very dangerous behavior.” he said softly. “Promise me no more drinking? Por favor, querida? (Please, dear?)" 

You nodded against his chest. “Ok. Sorry for wasting so much scotch. I bet it was expensive.” 

He chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. In fact, I should probably drink less, too.” 

You spent the rest of the day laying around as your hangover slowly eased. The roads were cleared by late afternoon so you changed back into your own clothes and took a cab home. You walked into your apartment and your mother noticed your sickly complexion. 

“Y/N what happened? Why do you look so sick?” she said, looking up from the kitchen where she was making dinner. 

Shit, you thought. “It’s nothing, I must have caught something from the blizzard last night.” you lied. 

She nodded slowly. “Alright...well make sure to take some medicine. Dinner is in 30.” You walked to your room and collapsed on your bed. If hangovers could get this bad, then your promise of no more drinking was going to be a breeze. At dinner, you noticed your father was strangely cheerful. He didn’t mention anything about the fight he had with Rafael and ignored you (as always) and was extra chatty with your brother. You brushed it off as him accepting his loss as your father-figure and doting on your brother more. Turns out, he had much more sinister intentions than that.

~~~~~

The next time you saw Rafael was when you walked in for your usual internship. However, as you approached his room, Carmen stopped you. “Oh, Y/N, I’m afraid you shouldn’t see Mr. Barba right now...” she looked at you sympathetically. You knit your brow. Was Rafael working on some highly classified case with SVU or something? 

“Oh..um when should I come back?” you asked. Carmen grimaced. 

“About that... you see-” she was cut off by Rafael coming out of his office. 

“Carmen, it’s ok, let her in.” You were shocked to see his clearly distressed expression. His stress lines were even more prominent and he looked as if he had aged a few years overnight. She nodded and turned back to her computer. What was going on?

Rafael opened the door wider for you to walk in, and you stood near his desk as he walked over to take a seat again. “Is something the matter?” you questioned. 

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, compiling his thoughts. “Something’s happened...I don’t know if we can keep working together...” he said. 

You gasped. “Is it me?” you whispered. “I’m sorry about the way I behaved at your place.” you said, so quiet you thought he wouldn’t be able to hear you. 

He looked up, alarmed, gesturing for you to take a seat across from him. “No, Y/N it’s not you. It’s actually your father.” You looked at him, confused. 

“You remember the altercation I got in with him? He’s made good on his threat...he’s made a formal complaint against me for ‘sleeping with you.’” Your mouth dropped open in shock. 

“He WHAT?” you said, more angry than surprised. 

He sighed. “The DAs office is trying to keep this out of the papers and they are launching an internal investigation. In the meantime, they have suspended your internship and McCoy wants to see both of us tomorrow.” He looked at you sadly. 

“What the hell? They seriously believe him? Tell them it’s a crock of shit!” you exclaimed. 

“I tried, but when they get a claim like this they have to investigate. Don’t worry, we haven’t done anything wrong. They’ll find out soon enough it’s a ‘crock of shit’ as you so eloquently put it.” he said, a smile tugging at his lips. 

You felt horrible. “Rafael, are you going to lose your job? Or worse, could you be prosecuted?” Your eyes widened as you imagined every worst scenario possible. 

He shook his head. “We haven’t done anything so they won’t find anything. Just give it time, this will be sorted out soon.” He smiled at you but you could see the worry hidden behind his green eyes. 

You stood up to leave. “I’m so sorry about this. I’ll try to talk some sense into him.”

He stood up to see you out of his office. “Y/N, please don’t engage with your father. For safety reasons, I don’t want you to get hurt. You don’t know how he might react if you try to talk to him.” 

You waved him off. “Yeah yeah. I can handle him, don’t worry.” 

He placed a hand on your shoulder and looked at you intently, emerald eyes piercing you. “I’m serious, Y/N. My job is not worth your safety.” You nodded and left, although you had no intentions of listening to him. By the time you got back to your apartment you were boiling with anger. Your father had just gotten home from work and was sitting in the living room as you burst in. 

“What the fuck did you do?!” you screamed, slamming the door. You dropped purse on the floor and stomped over to him, face contorted with rage and pain. He only sneered at you. 

“Oh no, is someone embarrassed their sex life with their new father is being exposed?” he barked in your face. Your mom was out at a soccer game with your brother. It was just you and your dad. 

“You know just as well as me that we’re not sleeping together! How could you do this? To him? To me?” you cried out exasperatedly. “Go retract your complaint!” 

He laughed in your face. “You stupid little bitch. I pay for everything you own, this roof over your head, your school tuition, your clothes, your fucking iphone and expensive clothing. And this is how you repay me? By ditching your real father and adopting a new dad?!” He glared at you. “He’s going to pay for this. So are you.” He sneered again. “Rafael Barba.” he drawled. “That Spanish motherfucker thinks he can get away with butting his head into my family. Does he pay our bills?” You glared at him. “He’s keeping his cushy job over my dead body.” he finished, smirking at you. You were so angry and stunned that you teared up. Refusing to be in the same room as your father anymore, you left the apartment, sobbing as you once again found yourself running along the streets of New York City as the tears blurred your vision. 

Only this time, you didn’t make it very far. 

You were trying to process all the information while running with limited vision as the tears practically blinded you. So your father knew you weren’t sleeping with Rafael but accused him purely because he had become your support system? It hurt to know he hated you so much he would strip away any friendship and love you found in other people. Even if it meant hurting innocent people, like Rafael. You felt so guilty Rafael could lose everything because of your family issues. You were so caught up in your anger and despair that you didn’t notice where you were running or hear someone shout at you. Before you knew it, you felt something slam into you and you were propelled into the air, landing on the hard street with a loud crack. And then, blackness. 

~

Author’s Note: cliffhanger *gasp*

Tag list! @sturchling @crying-river @lovebennycolon @barbasrose

[dontworrysunflower]

Drifting | Shawn Mendes

Anonymous requested: hello i love your work 💓 u write amazing!!!!!! i was wondering if u could write an angsty one shot wherein shawn and y/n have been drifting away bc shawn seems to always find excuses not to stay home with her? but y/n falls sick (nothing major just like a flu or smthn) from overthinking and shawn finds out and fLuffy ending??? pls?? it's ok if not tho thank u!! i really love your work 🌺🌷

A/N: thank you so much for requesting and liking what I write, I’ve been a little self critical lately and a little insecure about my writing but I’m glad you enjoy! I know this isn't the second parts to Love or You What? but I promise you they are coming.

Warnings: angst?

Enjoy! Masterlist in my bio

•••

She could feel it before she would admit it. The strings keeping them together slowly tearing apart.

Shawn would come to bed late, the same warmth she once found welcoming, now a scary, dreadful feeling. And when he thought she was asleep, he’d slip out the room, probably to sleep in the guest room, or to keep working.

She cried herself to sleep that night. And the night after that, and after that. She finally allowed herself to acknowledge that they weren’t the same, that they were slowly drifting away, heading different directions in the sea they once called love.

When she’d wake up, he was already in his home studio. She tried, tried so hard to get him to even look at her. She’d ask if he wanted breakfast, and he’d mumbled an already ate. Not even sparing her a glance.

She can’t remember the last time they ate together, can’t remember the last thing they did together. She can’t remember the last time they said I love you to each other.

But she does. She loves unconditionally and could never not love him, even if he didn’t love her anymore.

Every day, when he was cooped up in his studio, doing what he does best, she’d mope around her home. The home that was once so comforting and inviting.

As the day went by, she became accustomed to the quiet. Didn’t mean she liked it. She’d watch the show they were supposed to watch together, but she’d get distracted from their photos hanging on the wall behind the television. The frames holding so much of the love they once had.

That night, he didn’t come to bed either. She could hear the faint beats and melodies from the other end of the hall. Even though she loved how hard working he was, he did overwork himself at times. And sometimes a girlfriend just wants her boyfriend to hold her.

She awoke to the delicate light from the lamp on his bedside. She turned and saw him facing the mirror, fixing his collar, clicking his expensive watch onto his wrist. She took a quick glance at the digital clock, the red flash reading 12: 15 am. She calmly sat up against the headboard of the bed, “Where are you going?” She asked cautiously as to not anger him.

“Out. With the boys.” He mumbled as he pulled his fingers through his hair.

Just like every other night

“Oh.” She watched as he treaded his way to a chair at the corner of their -now it seems to be her- room. He grabbed his knitted cardigan.

“Don’t wait on me.” He muttered, pulling his arms through the sleeves of the cardigan, slowly making his way out of the room.

She waited until the front door closed to let her tears fall.

•••

His eyes flickered around the dimly lit club. People grinding on each other on the dance floor, people drunkenly roaring along to the thundering music. Shawn sipped at his alcoholic drink, his finger tapping hastily at the wood of the bar.

“You okay there fella?” A slim blonde girl, tight red dress leaving little to the imagination turned to him, a seductive smile spread on her painted lips. She sits up in the stool, leaning her chin on her palm, her fake breasts splayed on top of the wood counter.

He gave her a tight lipped smile, tapping his thumb on the glass of his drink. “Yeah, just thinking, is all.”

He watched her from his peripheral vision as she got up to sit next to him. He cleared his throat and moved back, feeling uncomfortable. “Is there,” she started, moving her hand up his bicep. “Anyway I can help?” She asked with a seductive and sultry voice.

Her piercing blue eyes seemed to stare into his soul and for a spilt second, he almost considered taking up on her offer.

Then the next second comes. (Y/n) (y/n) (y/n).

He flinches back from the girls touch and gulps down the drink. “I uh, have to go.” He muttered before running out of the bar.

•••

He sighed heavily as he shut the door behind him, the darkness of the home consuming him.

He trudged his way to the bedroom, ready to snuggle up with his girlfriend.

But as he got closer to the bedroom, he heard the heart wrenching sound of vomiting, the light from the conjoined bathroom in the room the only source of luminosity in the entire house.

He quickly makes his way deeper into the room and finds her bent over the toilet, emptying the contents of her stomach.

He rushes towards her, kneeling beside her and pulls her hair back and lightly scratches her back to comfort her.

“Honey are you okay?” Shawn asked when she pulled away from the toilet.

She wiped at her mouth and reached over to flush the toilet. “Why are you here?” She asked harshly, side eyeing him as she shakily stood up to wash her hands and brush her teeth.

He narrows his eyes in confusion, standing behind her as she cleaned herself up. “What do you mean? You’re my girlfrie-”

“Oh now you finally realize I’m here!” She yelled, her arms flailing around her as she walked back into the room.

“What are you talking about?” He followed her into the bed, observing as she pulled up the duvet to slip in to.

“You’ve been ignoring me for so long. Do you even-”

“No no don’t you dare finish that sentence.” He rushes towards her, sitting on the bed next to her, reaching for her hand, but she pulls away, tears filling in her eyes. “Honey, of course I love you. Why would you even ask that?”

She sniffs and pulls her knees to her chest, placing her chin on her bent knees. “You’ve been in the studio all day everyday. And even when you’re not working you go out with the boys and I feel so alone! Like a burden to you! This is what I was afraid of, a relationship with you was like...like a relationship with myself.” She cried

Shawn scoots closer to her and wraps his arms around her and she lets him. This has been the only contact they’ve had in months and she feels a sense of safety. “Honey I, I’m so sorry.” His voice cracked as he rubbed his hands over her arms. “I didn’t mean to push you away. I just,” He sighs, realizing he really has no excuse for his behavior. “I’m sorry (y/n), if I could take back the last few months I would. I have no excuse.” He pulls her onto him, her legs enclosing his waist, her head hanging low. “But I need you to know,” he grabs her chin to make her look at him and wipes her tears from her cheeks. “You mean the world to me, baby. I could never imagine my life without you. I’m sorry for taking you for granted. I guess, I just always knew you’d be there for me, and I’m sorry I took advantage of that. I’m sorry, love. If you ever feel neglected again please come talk to me. I want us to be okay.” A tear slips from his eye.

She sniffs and cradles his face, her thumb rubbing his cheek to wipe the tear away. “I’m sorry, too-”

“No, no love, you have nothing to apologize for. I’m sorry honey, I should’ve, fuck I’m such a horrible boyfriend for making you feel like this.” He sobbed, his hands gripping her hips tighter just to make sure she’s there and she’s not going anywhere.

“Hey,” She grazes her thumb on his lip, looking into his greenish eyes. “You are the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. We just need to communicate more, that’s all. I love you with all my heart and I love that you work so hard, and hang out with your friends. I guess, I dunno, I felt kinda of pushed to the side, like we were drifting away from each other.”

He pulls her closer to his chest, cradling her head and kissing her neck. “I’m sorry sweetheart. If I could take it back I would.” He sighs and rubs her back.

“It’s okay.” She muttered as she moved her arms up his neck and played with the curls at the nape of his neck.

He lifts her head from his chest, looking straight into her eyes. “Tomorrow, I won’t work, won’t go out with the guys. We’re gonna have an entire day to ourselves. We’ll have a ‘date day’,” he watches her giggle, her eyes sparkling just how he loved. “I’m gonna spend the entire day showing you just how much you mean to me.” He kissed her cheeks, then nose and finally on her lips.

Shawn kisses her hungrily, his hands moving down to her ass, lightly squeezing. She gasps and rises slightly in his lap, her chest to his face. He grabs the hem of her shirt and turns them around, her back on then bed, his toned body on top of her.

“Let me start by showing you now.”

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[samanthaa-leanne]

*Whispers* Do them all! (If you're okay with it)

YES THANK YOU!!!!!

3 Fears: Spiders, snakes, and death.

3 things I love: Moon, pizza, animals.

2 turns on: Anime boys and more anime boys.

2 turns off: Non anime boys and uhh non anime boys.

My best friend: oof I have a lot. Theres my HS bff Krista, as well as @handsoffmyfriends @shinsou-lovin-hours-anon @yeet-these-hoez @taepoppin & @asadgwen

Sexual orientation: Bisexual.

How tall am I: 5′5 5′6 ish.

What do I miss right now: Getting 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep.

Favourite color: Blue.

Do I have a crush: On about a million anime boys.

Favourite place: Beach.

What am I listening to right now: I’m watching Criminal Minds 

Shoe size: Don’t make fun of me but 10.5/11. I have big feet.

Eye color: Blue.

Hair color: Brown with blonde highlights.

Meaning behind my URL: It’s my first name with an additional A and my middle name

Favourite song: At the moment? Brand New Vision by Point North

Favourite band: Way too many to count. 

How I feel right now: Happy

Someone I love: All of you

My current relationship status: Married

My relationship with my parents: Ehh okay..

Favourite season: Summer/Fall

Tattoos and piercing i have: My ears used to be pierced and I have a matching tattoo with my dad

Tattoos and piercing i want: I have an anime sleeve planned, a moon phase tattoo, and a few song lyric tattoos. 

The reasons I joined Tumblr: I honestly don’t remember

Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?: No :(

Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?: Yes.

How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?: Like 20 minutes

Have you shaved your legs in the past three days?: Nope

Where am I right now?: My house

Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?” The louder the better

Do I live with my Mom and Dad?: Nope. I own my own house

Am I excited for anything?: I have a trip to japan planned for October

Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?: My brother Alex is honestly one of the best people in my life.

How often do I wear a fake smile?: 8 hours a day M-F while I’m at work

If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?: Tom Holland or Johnny Depp or Jim Carrey. Honestly so many people

What do I think about most?: Haikyuu and BNHA

Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?: Behind

What was the last lie I told?: That I don’t smoke pot lol

Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?: I prefer to text

Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?: Yes and yes

Do I believe in magic?: Yes

Do I believe in luck?: Yes

What’s the weather like right now?: Its 92 degrees rn

What was the last book I’ve read?: I’m re-reading the House of Night series by P.C and Kristin Cast

Do I have any nicknames?: A lot. Sam, Sami, Sam I Am, Sammy Sosa, Bubbles

Do I spend money or save it?:  A little of both

Can I touch my nose with a tounge?: No :(

Favourite animal?: Penguins and Flamingos

What was I doing last night at 12 AM?: Sleeping

What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?: Falling Like The Stars by Cole Norton

What is my favorite word?: Any cuss word. Probably fuck 

My top 5 blogs on tumblr: @myherowritings @handsoffmyfriends @akaashichigo @burnedbyshoto @gallickingun and so many more

If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?: What’s up bitches

Do I have any relatives in jail?: Nope

What is my current desktop picture?: My Karasuno babies

Had sex? Yes

Bought condoms? Yes

Gotten pregnant? Nope

Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Maybe? I don’t remember

Had job?: Yes

Smoked weed? Yes

Smoked cigarettes? No

Drank alcohol? Yes

Am I a vegetarian/vegan? No 

Been overweight? Yes

Been underweight? No 

Gotten my heart broken? Yes

Been to prom? No

Been in airplane? Yes

Learned another language? Kinda? I did 4 years of German in HS but I don’t remember most of it.

Wore make up? Yes

Dyed my hair? Yes

Had a surgery? Does oral surgery count? I had my  wisdom teeth taken out

Met someone famous? No

Stalked someone on a social network? Maybe...

Been fishing? Yes

Been rejected by a crush? Yes

What do I want for birthday? Anything anime related tbh or maybe another tattoo

Do I like my handwriting? Ew no

Where do I want to live when older? North Carolina or somewhere where there’s no snow

Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? No

What I’m really bad at: Drawing

What my greatest achievments are: My SMAU’s

The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: My dad called me a cunt one time 

What I’d do if I won in a lottery: Pay off my house and my car and buy my mom the house she deserves.

What do I like about myself: My eyes

My closest Tumblr friend: @handsoffmyfriends

Any question you’d like? I really like the swings

Are you outgoing or shy? A little bit of both

What kind of people are you attracted to? Anime boys

Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?: Yes

Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Nope

Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?: My brother

What does the most recent text that you sent say? lol ok

What are your 5 favorite songs right now? Me Against Myself by Wage War, Remembering Sunday by All Time Low, The Langdon House by Issues, Brand New Vision by Point North, Favorite Place by All Time Low.

Do you like it when people play with your hair?: AHHH YES

Do you think there is life on other planets?:  For sure

Do you like bubble baths? Yes

Do you like your neighbors? Yes

Where would you like to travel? Japan, Ireland, UK, Italy.

Favorite part of your daily routine? Leaving work lol

What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? My stomach

What do you do when you wake up? Go pee

Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Nope

Do you ever want to get married? I’m already married

If your hair long enough for a pony tail? Sorta.

Would you rather live without TV or music? Neither

Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Yes

What are your favorite stores to shop in? Target

Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? Depending on what they do

Do you smile at strangers? Sometimes

Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?: Nope

Ever wished you were someone else?: Sometimes

Favourite makeup brand?: I don’t use makeup

Last thing you ate?: Pizza

Ever won a competition? For what? Nope

Ever been in love? Yes

Facebook or Twitter? Twitter

Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr

Are you watching tv right now? Yes, Criminal Minds

What colour are your towels? Multicolored

Favourite ice cream flavour? Cookie n Cream

First person you talked to today? My husband

Last person you talked to today? My husband

Name a person you hate? I don’t hate anybody

Name a person you love? Everyone of you

Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? Probably lol

Do you tan a lot? Not anymore

Have any pets? 2 dogs and a kitty cat

Do you type fast? Yes

Do you regret anything from your past?: Ohh boy yes

Ever broken someone’s heart?: Probably @handsoffmyfriends with all my angst

Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?: Yes

Is cheating ever okay? No

Do you believe in true love? Yes

What your zodiac sign? Virgo

Do you believe in ghosts? Yes

Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? (via catscuddlingandyou) “Beautiufl, see the cloud, the cloud appear. Beautiful, see the rain,  the rain draw near.”

[kingdomheartsmarts]

Aw ;-; I think I sent something in but I Tumblr ate it- but hi! I discovered your page a few weeks ago and really enjoy it! Your stories always make me smile and blush aaaa- is it ok for me to ask for you to do a xigbar x reader angst? And if possible no smut because I get embarrassed really easy and it takes a while to recover- I'm keep rambling off sorry! But if you could that'd be great please and thank you! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

of course! i had to get two of my peeps to proofread this because.. well. you asked for angst. i made it angsty. this request just started and ran. 

thank you for requesting! i hope you enjoy~

Xigbar [Braig]/Reader | Braig

“Why can’t you just talk to me? Why can’t you just tell me why you’ve been acting like this?” Your voice raised with your growing irritation, all of Xigbar’s elusive words making you question his motive for being here. 

“I can’t tell you- you know that. I’ve told you that before,” Xigbar said lowly, his voice quiet and threatening at his growing irritation, “Maybe if I had a heart to care enough I would.” 

A sharp pang in your chest made your eyes flare with pain, the salty sting making you slowly inhale to calm yourself from crying, every one of his words cutting into you like a dagger. 

“Why did I give you the light of day? Why have I listened to you this long if-” 

“If you’re just tired of me being here then I’ll leave- I don’t care. I can’t care.” He said, an irritation growing inside of him while he cut you off, every little movement seeming to make him enraged. 

“Will you just listen to me?” You snapped, grabbing onto Xigbar’s arm as his eye darkened, a dark rage that was never shown to you. The gold in his eye seeming to lighten- a rage taking him over while he seemed so far away while standing to close to you- the lightening of his eyes making him seem completely distant. 

“What, then,” Xigbar growled, a wave of dark burning anger in his voice- cutting through you with an uncharacteristic rage- just as he pulled away from you, rubbing his eye for a moment as he calmed down. Xigbar growled for a moment, something causing him pain, just to return to normal a moment later. 

“Xigbar, what’s wrong?” You quietly asked, stepping closer to him while he attempted to calm himself, his hand running through his hair. 

“Don’t get close,” He quietly growled, his teeth clenched together as he let out another growl, his body flinching in pain before he fell to his knees- the drop of his body seeming to be silent despite the loud thud of his knees hitting the ground. 

“XIgbar!” You tried to step closer to him, just for his hand to push you back, losing your footing as you fell back- his free hand clutched against his chest. 

“Do-Don’t get too close-” He panted, his body obviously in pain while you had no choice but to stay where you were. His body falling further against the ground as you saw him bare his teeth, his body quivering and trembling as you had to stay where you were. 

“Xig-” You attempted to call out to him, a fear rendering you immobile as your heart raced, a piercing paralyzing fear crippling you in place. 

“Don’t call me that!” He yelled, a growl escaping at the end of his sentence- a thick, dark twisted wisp flooding your vision before you pulled yourself away from it- a cloud of twisted wisps dancing around him while you had no choice but to sit and watch; the twisting branches of nothingness and darkness twitching in the air as you felt your fear finally set in-

The fear for him, the fear of losing him, the fear of the situation, the fear of everything happening as your throat closed, the burning ache in your throat as your eyes stung with your fear- 

And with a cry- the wisp died; falling into the air as if made of dust before you finally picked your eyes up to land your eyes on Xigbar- resting on his knees while his forearm rested on the ground, a hand still clutching his chest as you saw his chest heave, his body seeming to be breaking while staying still, his body finally stilling from its pain, just as he collapsed onto the ground- completely still and limp. 

Everything froze- the sinking weight upon your chest, a broken silent cry escaping your lips while tears finally dampened your cheeks, your body numb and paralyzed- 

“Xigbar!” you finally cried out, running over to him while you pulled him into your arms, his pants finally evening out as you cradled his face in your hands, “here, here I’m here- please- Xig-”

His eye opened, meeting yours as you felt your tears escape your eyes, his mouth slightly opened with shallow pants, your soft cry leaving your lips as you pulled yourself against him, his arms immediately wrapping around you. 

“I-I’m here,” Xigbar panted, a soft kiss placed on your neck as you softly laughed, a laugh of relief while you pulled him tighter against you. 

“Xig-” 

“Braig,” He quietly corrected you, pulling back while his arms remained wrapped around you- the cutting, cold gold of his eye replaced by the rich, warm, cherry-wood that warmed you as you continued to hold onto him. 

“Braig,” You quietly repeated, “What happened?”

“Well, if I’m Braig, then I have my heart back,” he quietly snarked, pulling you back against his chest, his racing heart pounding in your ear while he clung onto you- everything seems to have overwhelmed him while also grounding him back to you. 

“Did it hurt?” you quietly asked in ignorance; you already knew the answer, you already saw the way his body flinched and fell apart, you heard his growls and cries. 

“Yeah, a bit,” he lightly laughed, his body limp against yours. 

“Here, then let’s get you to where you can rest-”

“Babydoll,” Braig cut you off, gently intertwining his hand into your hair, pulling you down to gently kiss you- his lips soft and warm, the kiss tender in sharp contrast to the way he once kissed you with violent teeth and possessive nips. 

“I love you,” he panted out, his hand leaving your hair while his grip remained weak around you. 

“I love you too, Braig.” You smiled, meeting his eye again while he rests against your chest again. 

“I like the sound of that, babydoll.”

[botwstoriesandsuch]

Not botw but I attempt to write things. 1827 words

Here is essentially a 2am reskin of one of my fics (The Storm) that I reworked so I could submit it as an “Alternate Fairy Tale Ending” project for creative writing. I apologize for the crappy dialogue but hey, at least I submitted it on time.

Also yes I researched it Red Riding Hood’s name was Blanchette ashhshhhshhshhh don’t question it

Ok here’s werewolf fights I guess

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The rain poured against her skin. Lightning struck in the distance, closely followed by a roar of thunder. For now, the sky was dull and overcast, the only colors being the murky grey shine of the storm. It would not last. Beneath the rushing clouds, the glimmer of the moon could be seen. It was full, and cast its light down on the earth below. Only it wasn’t white or silver, instead, it shone a blood red. 

She stood under the shadow of the forest, a small clearing around her. The grass, it’s deepest green, and it’s blades danced against wind. Droplets pattered against large grey rocks around the area. Pine trees shivered with their evergreen tusks, and dead bushes twitched and contorted in the breeze. The woods were alive, and full of fear. 

The clouds were now rushing across the sky at a violent speed, specks of dust could be seen under the velvet shine of the moon. The colors of the sky shifted from pitch to a blazing fire, the air now covered in scarlet shades. Under a blood moon like this, it was sure to come. Blanchette waited for grandmother to arrive.

A figure stumbled out of the dark, a woman, thin and bony. Its body was frail and weak, but the eyes reflected a hunger. It spoke.

“Blanchette, why on earth do you have a sword on your back?”

Ignoring the beast’s statement, the girl dared to take a step forward, her tone as unwavering as metal. “You messed with the wrong family, wolf.”

It chuckled, then laughed, then bellowed. Blunt, yellowing teeth were exposed, showing off an innocent elderly smile, as her grandmother laughed into the night. It walked closer, a silver nightgown blowing in the violent wind. 

“Do you not recognize me dearie? Perhaps you need to get your eyes checked. I’m your old sick grandmama, and I’m quite hungry. Do you still have those delicious cookies you brought from earlier?”

The rain poured down on Blanchette’s hood, but her gaze did not waver. 

“It is you who needs to better your vision. I suppose you didn’t count on angering someone from a family of werewolf hunters.”

It stopped walking. Tilting its head to the side like a dog, it asked, “Whatever have I done to anger you, dearie?”

“Well, for starters, it wasn’t very polite of you to devour the elderly. Attempting to chew on my head wasn’t ideal either.”

It laughed again, it seemed to be enjoying itself. Its voice sounded deeper and gruffer. Grandmother turned its gaze, raising an eyebrow towards Blanchette’s direction, but the girl continued.

“Last time you almost had me, but this,” she gestured to the sheathed sword on her back, ‘this, is going to change things.”

It grinned, “Why don’t we talk about this over dinner?”  

The moon glowed through the trees, its red light finally fell upon the grandmother. The glow caused black mist to appear on the field below. Tendrils, thick and smokey, trampled across the grass, shriveling flowers in its wake. The mass collected into a large conglomerate of black, red, and grey. It rose and expanded with hypnotic swirls, swarming around the grandmother. Its shape pulsed as it took to a large, animal-like form. Smoke became flesh, and flesh became monster, as the beast formed before her very eyes. Its large furry feet pounded against the ground, kicking up dirt. Its stomps made the surrounding trees shudder. It lifted its head to the scarlet sky and howled, its echo melding with the boom of thunder. 

The storm was now at its crescendo, the wind screamed in her ears. The rain soaked her clothes, the tunic hugging her skin. Her hood was begging to billow in the wind, the edges of its scarlet cloth blending with the night. But a single sword kept the hood fitted against her back. A silver sword, passed down through her family. 

The transformation was complete. The moon now waned back to its pale complexion, the sky darkened to oil. Winds lowered their screams, fading back to baleful whispers. The rain and thunder continued, but compared to the horrifying transformation that had happened, the forces of nature were welcome. 

Blanchette observed the creature that had been born out of the dark. Its body was the color of ash, fur soaked, eyes black as soot. Wind rushed through the beast’s silver fur, its claws and fangs were pearly white.  Its sharp teeth grinded against each other, an itch in the back of its throat asked for blood. The Werewolf’s familiar gaze settled on Blanchette. Its eerie eyes glared  at the girl, daring her to remove her hood and stare back. 

Perhaps it would be the last thing they ever saw.

Now the world was silent. The only sound Blanchette could hear was that of her own, rhythmic heartbeat. 

But she had done this before, slaying a beast. After all, her skill at spilling their blood had earned her the nickname, Red.

She sprinted towards the Wolf. 

Still not looking it in the eye, Red yelled as she approached. Her sword was still sheathed on her back, for she knew from experience that closing the distance between them was life or death. If it disarmed her too soon, she would be as defenseless as she was back in her grandmother’s house. The sword was too important, better to wait for the right moment. The Werewolf gave a familiar roar. A flick of its wrists and its claws extended out.

Strike now!

There were several advantages to being armed with only a single sword. It kept her light on her feet, the slim sheathe fastened securely so it wouldn’t fall off should she tumble, roll, or dodge out of danger. Furthermore, her speed was not burdened by too much weight on her back, for strength is only as good as the swiftness of a blow. And of course, a single blade meant you only had to focus on one thing. Sinking the sword into skin. 

Her feet trampled on the soft grass, she was now only a few paces away from the Wolf. With one fluid motion, Red reached back and unsheathed her sword. It gleamed with a blinding light, distracting the beast for a moment. Using her momentum, she thrust the sword’s edge into one of the beast’s legs, putting all her weight and strength behind it. The wolf bellowed. Before it even had time to process the pain fully or react, Red moved back, ready to parry or dodge an attack.

The beast raised its arms into the air, a motion intent on slamming the girl from both sides with its sharp claws. But just before the claws made contact with her body, time seemed to slow. Red steadied her legs, then leaped out of the way, dodging gracefully out of the Werewolf’s clutches. In midair, the world seemed to move at a snail’s pace, she could see the beast in the motion of attacking an assailant who was no longer in front of it. When her feet connected back with the earth, she rushed forward, delivering a flurry of attacks with the opening the Wolf had created for itself. With each blow, the sword gleamed a sapphire glow. After a series of deadly strikes, the rain poured back to its regular pace. 

The Wolf regained its composure due to the new wounds created on its abdomen. Now enraged, it quickened its strikes, slashing violently in any direction in order to get any sort of  hit on her. She dodged, jumped, and rolled. It was a dance in the rain, her footwork being the only thing keeping her alive. With every swing the Wolf made, Red pivoted, backflipped, and dodged, attacking the openings. The beast’s white and grey colored fur matched well with the bloody wounds it was now receiving. 

Ruby and sapphire clashed on the field. Her blade glowed against the black of night. She was doing well, despite the fact he was playing with death. Red hadn’t been hit yet, and it would hopefully stay that way, since one blow could cause her demise. But this had to be done. Whoever the Werewolf ate, it could transform into them during the day. Who knows what chaos this beast would bring about if it got to town. 

They continued their clash in the woods, the storm continued to boom in the background. The Wolf, panting from exhaustion, snapped its teeth, attempting to bite at Red’s hood. When she continued to dodge gracefully, it roared.

“What are you??”

“As I said, it was your mistake to anger someone from a long line of Werewolf hunters.”

Then, she ran. Red, bolted for the trees. The wolf, darted after her, its smile showing off pearly teeth, drool dripping down its chin. The beast scampered through the pine trees, its evergreen shades blending with the shadow. He had lost her, but what was a wolf without its sense of smell. Bringing its face to the dirt, the Werewolf sniffed, looking for the smell of baked goods and steel. It found it, and darted further into the woods. It turned its head, left and right, searching for a glimpse of a bright red cloak. Scampering through the woods, its tail started to lower. Its wounds caused the beast to sulk. 

Then,

Scarlet.

The edges of a red hood billowed in the wind. 

The Wolf eyed it warily. Then, shifting its weight, it pounced!

Not so clever now, are you, girl?

It’s teeth and claws connected with the cloth. It’s jaws ripping the hood to shreds. 

But it tasted no meat. It felt no blood, no warmth.

The sword sunk into its skin. 

The wolf bellowed, an eerie shout that melded with the boom of thunder. Behind him stood Red, her head and shoulders bare, hair soaked from the storm. In her grasp was the blue handle to her silver sword. It had pierced the Wolf, square in the heart. 

She grunted as she pulled the sword out of the Wolf, its body crumbled to the earth. Using the remnants of her hood, Red wiped the blood off her sword. She looked down at the beast, it was barely alive. Then, it breathed, shifting its black eyes towards her. It whispered.

“If you think you’ll walk out of this...alive…you’re in for a surprise…”

Red smirked, placing aboot on the Wolf’s face. “You’re in no shape to be killing anyone, much less me.”

The Wolf gave a crooked smile, “Perhaps not…”

Then, it gave the last of its strength to shove her boot aside. It lifted its head to the sky and howled. Then, the Wolf’s head crashed back into the dirt, dead.

The howl was still echoing through the woods.

Then, there was an answer.

Red looked through the trees, sword at her side. Howls, from at least three directions, filled the night. Each sounded faded and far, but with each echo it sounded closer.

Taking her sword in front of her, she let out a sigh. It seemed her job was not over yet.