swear by the freckles on the moon

There was no denying it now. Raven was with her group of friends. Family. Everyone was there but her eyes were fixed on him. They always were. There was no denying it now. She had fallen for the green-eyed boy. And she'd fallen hard.

She should have seen it coming, honestly, by the way her heart would start beating faster whenever his unique green eyes shone whenever he'd catch the sight of her. Or how heat would pool at her cheeks by just looking at that small, bashful smile he'd always reserved for her. She should've, but she didn't, and she was cursing him now for being so good at hiding his emotions.

From the beginning, he'd been good, great almost, at hiding his true feelings. He always wore that metaphorical mask in front of others, not showing his true self to anyone. But then he'd warmed up. Knowing that this group of friends cared for him, for being whoever he was. But she understood why he did that, hide his true feelings, because he was always taught to do that. He was trained and was taught how to fight rather than having a normal childhood (which none of them had), and his guardians weren't exactly the most loving people. But he'd grown out of that, because, here he was, enjoying with his friends.

Raven smiled. She still remembered the first time she'd met him. She'd NEVER thought even in her wildest dreams that she'd ever remotely be interested in him. He was shorter than her when she first met him. To her, at first, he was just a short, annoying, irritating prick. But as she'd gotten to know him, reluctantly at first, she realized that he was so much more than that. But instead of that short teenager, she was now admiring the gorgeous man in front of her.

Sure he was good looking, way too good looking, but her feelings for him grew even more as she got to know the person underneath.

He was one of the kindest people she'd known. He always went out of his way to do anything for the ones he loved. And the way he was so passionate about animals was just oh-so adorable... Dogs, cows, cats; he didn't care what animal, he loved them all equally. And just how gentle he would be with any animal always made her heart soar.

She loved everything about him. Especially how he cared for her, how he made her feel so special. He'd seen her through her worst days, but in the end, he was always there, standing right beside her.

Even at times when she'd doubted herself, he would've always been there, telling her that she wasn't alone, and that this was her home, with the Titans.

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'Hey, Raven.' He greeted, taking a seat beside her. 'Everything okay?'

Something Honorable This Way Comes | ilovemori9 Rated M | Romance/Drama | Completed

Haruhi learns Kyoya hadn't been honest about their relationship after overhearing his father's plans for their future. She breaks up with Kyoya but the Ootori head won't lose the prized commoner that easily. While Haruhi tries to move on she unexpectedly finds comfort and protection in their silent friend.

Yosõ-gai no Kisu (An Unexpected Kiss) | Yuuna Arashi Rated T | Romance | Completed

"When Mori leaned away to look at her – with her brown eyes so round and so bright, filled with surprise, curiosity and confusion mixed altogether, and her lips parted slightly as if she was out of breath, and with her cheeks flushed a pretty pink – did she realize what had transpired between them."

Halcyon | solas oiche Rated T | Romance/Hurt/Comfort | Competed

Haruhi must leave for a year to study criminal law abroad. He must stay behind to learn his family's business. A love story compiled of memories, emails, and unspoken words.

Safe | Okobo-chan Rated M | Romance/Hurt/Comfort | Completed

"Mori comes to a realization much too quickly, but entirely too late. All that's left is to piece together the aftermath and reassure her that she's.."

Of Love and Friendship | buddhistbabe Rated G | Romance/Drama | Completed

When Haruhi refuses to be a prize for two dueling families her father and close friends devise a plan that will ensure her safety and a better future.

My Truth | AtomicNebula13 Rated M | Angst/Romance | Completed

Takashi regrettably answers her phone call knowing it will be her last. What they shared that one night cannot save him now.

Blitzkrieg | dutchrub Rated M | Romance/Angst | Incomplete

An office au where Haruhi and Takashi work as lawyers at the same firm. Before clocking out for the weekend Haruhi is convinced to attend a party afterwards. Everyone is going. Especially Takashi.

The Dark Horse | dutchrub Rated T | Supernatural/Romance | Complete

A dark presence lurks beneath Ouran Academy and its focused on Haruhi. She doesn't believe she's in danger but a sudden turn of events proves otherwise. Takashi will do everything he can to protect her while the host club tries to defeat this dark entity.

Blow Me One Last Kiss | Himizu-chan Rated T | Drama/Romance | Completed

Haruhi has been married to Kyoya for ten years but has never felt truly satisfied After a few drinks at the bar with an old classmate she realizes what she's been missing.

Pillow Talk | FromTheInsideOut2 Rated T | Romance | Completed

For a married Haruhi and Takashi, sometimes sleeping in is a good thing.

Every Time I See You, I Love You 50 Times More | CatrinaSL Rated G | Romance/Humor | Completed

A collection of short MoriHaru drabbles.

Between the Lines | RhetoricFemme Rated G | Romance | Completed

After Haruhi graduates from law school Takashi has a very important gift to give her. Hopefully she can read between the lines.

Silent Noon | likeabluethread Rated T | Romance | Completed

Haruhi is naturally dense to other's advances but Takashi still hopes she can understand him.

Strawberries | AtomicNebula13 Rated E | Romance/Lemon | Completed

(based on this post I did)

Luka mindlessly strummed his guitar as he sat on the deck of the Liberty. Playing always helped him feel out what he should do next or where he should go for the current timeline he was in.

He wasn’t sure how many times he’d used Renewal to go back; not because he’d lost count, but because he’d never kept count in the first place. Sass had asked him before his first one how many times he was willing to go back, and he honestly couldn’t answer because he wasn’t able imagine a number big enough.

Seeing Marinette frown the way she did before he’d ever renewed a single timeline, he didn’t know if there was a number big enough.

All things considered, the current timeline seemed relatively normal, though he couldn’t help feeling that he was out-of-sync with it. It worried him, imagining Marinette falling into misery again despite his best efforts.

But he couldn’t predict what could happen, nor could Sass, so he didn’t want to use Renewal just yet. He’d just do what he’d been doing and see what came of it.

“Luka?”

He looked up from his guitar, surprised by the familiar voice. Marinette was standing across from the boat and rocking back and forth on her heels, gaze occasionally flickering to the gangplank.

“Marinette?”

It took him a moment to realize that he’d been sitting there stupidly, not doing anything but staring at her. He finally got up, setting his guitar aside and heading for the gangplank to allow her onboard. “Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing here?”

Some unsuspecting person who happened to mention the Hunger Games:

Are you telling me Taylor used a pseudonym to sell a notebook with one of her quotes back in November…

THERE IS SO MUCH I WANT TO SAY AND I NEED TO START WITH - I AM SUPPORTIVE OF ANY AND ALL SEXUALITY, GENDERS, IDENTIFIERS ETC -

BE WHO YOU FUCKING WANT TO BE BECAUSE YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! ✨🌈💖🦊🌷🦋

I need to say that all I want is Taylor to have a safe place to be whoever she is whether she is STRAIGHT, GAY OR BI!

If Taylor tells me she is straight, I respect and celebrate that. If she tells me she likes girls only, I respect and celebrate that. If she tells me she likes both, I respect and celebrate that.

I mean I heard dress and I was like

And the rainbows and all the Kaylor stuff I mean I SEE Y’ALL 👀

…but I don’t want to presume I know about her private life or sexuality or make her feel uncomfortable at all. My message is just SUPPORT NO MATTER WHAT.

That’s all I’m really trying to convey and some people have this aggressive stance on her being one thing or the other but I just want to be supportive of her as a person and who she loves doesn’t change that.

If she comes out or if she’s straight, I support her, and I feel like some people are sooooooooooooo set on one thing, they start disrespecting her instead of creating an environment where she feels like no matter what were there for her, because they put her in a box that they want her to be.

And in time it came to pass that a young man by the name of Outis came of age in that city; and, as with all who lived in that city, he was taken to a secret place where a wise elder showed him a small cold dirty room. And in that room there was a small cold dirty child, naked and hurt and starving, who had never known the least human kindness.

And the wise elder said to Outis, “In our city, everything is good and no one suffers. But it all depends on this child. If the least kindness is shown to him, our city will become like all other cities. There must always be such a child in Omelas.” …

…And Outis said to the elder, “If our city becomes like all other cities, many children will suffer.” And so he became a citizen of Omelas. And Outis led a good and happy and fulfilling life; and the child continued to suffer.

…And Outis said to the elder, “I will have no part in this evil thing.” And he walked away from Omelas. And Outis led a cold and short and brutish life; and the child continued to suffer.

…And Outis said to the elder, “I will have no part in this evil thing.” And he took the child and bathed him and cared for his wounds. And the city of Omelas became like all other cities; and many children suffered there.

…And Outis said to the elder, “I will have no part in this evil thing.” And he took the child and bathed him and cared for his wounds. And the city of Omelas carried on as it always had; and from that day forth no child suffered there.

…And Outis said to the elder, “I will have no part in this evil thing.” And he took the child and bathed him and cared for his wounds. And the city of Omelas became like all other cities; and many children suffered there.

But Outis, who would leave no child to suffer, worked tirelessly to save each one of them, and to build with his own hands a city in which everyone lived a good and happy and fulfilling life; and so in time it came to pass that the latter days of Omelas were greater than the former. And for ten trillion years Omelas carried on, and no child ever suffered there again.

…And Outis said to the elder, “Nevertheless, this child is my son, and I will not leave him to suffer.” And he took the child and bathed him and cared for his wounds. And the city of Omelas became like all other cities; and many children suffered there. But Outis did not care, because he valued the well-being of his son over all of them.

…And Outis asked the elder, “Why?” And the elder showed him to a library filled with books. And Outis studied the books for many years. And when he was an old man with a gray beard, Outis went out of the library and returned to the child and took the child out of the room, and in the child’s place he put a stone. And the stone was naked and dirty and cold; and the child Outis took and bathed and cared for. And Omelas carried on as it always had; and from that day forth no child suffered there.

Once upon a time there was a city called Omelas, where everyone lived good and happy and fulfilling lives; except for one child, who suffered so that the city might prosper. And all who lived there knew of this…

…And each citizen of Omelas, having looked into himself and seen that he would stand by while a child suffered in abject misery, found in himself a new willingness to do dark and evil deeds. And in time, all those who lived in Omelas suffered.

…And each citizen of Omelas lived with the gnawing guilt of his complicity, and the abiding terror that his own child would be chosen as the next to suffer. And in time it seemed to them that they could take no joy in any of the glories of Omelas.

…And one night, the child rose up and went out of his room and killed all the people of Omelas in their sleep.

Once upon a time there was a city called Omelas, where everyone lived good and happy and fulfilling lives. And each morning, each citizen of Omelas was taken to a small cold dirty room, and shown a small cold dirty child, and told that the child must suffer so that his day might be filled with all good things.

And all in Omelas agreed that it was better that one child should suffer than many; and none of them ever asked if it was the same child they saw each morning. And after all, one small cold dirty child looks much like another.

Once upon a time there was a city called Omelas, where everyone lived good and happy and fulfilling lives; except for ten thousand children, who suffered so that the city might prosper. And all who lived there knew of this…

…but none of them were ever taken to see the children in person, so none of them ever did anything about it.

…and whenever anyone saw such a child and “shouldn’t we rescue that suffering child?”, the other citizens of Omelas laughed and replied to them, “Naïve fool! Don’t you know that a child must always suffer in Omelas, so that the city may prosper? Otherwise it would become like all other cities, and many children would suffer.”

And everyone nodded wisely and went along with their days; and so ten thousand children continued to suffer where it might have been only one.

Once upon a time there was a city called Omelas, where everyone lived good and happy and fulfilling lives.

And in time it came to pass that a young man by the name of Outis came of age in that city; and, as with all who lived in that city, he was taken to a secret place where a wise elder showed him a small cold dirty room. And in that room there was a small cold dirty child, naked and hurt and starving, who had never known the least human kindness.

And the wise elder said to Outis, “In our city, everything is good and no one suffers. But it all depends on this child. If the least kindness is shown to him…”

“…the city will continue on as it always has, only your internet will be slightly slower.”

And Outis went back up into the city, and on that day he became a citizen of Omelas; and the child continued to suffer.

“…the best predictions of our scientists suggest that there will be a slight average decrease in various hard-to-measure kinds of happiness, which nevertheless in total adds up to more suffering than this child experiences.”

And Outis said to the elder, “I will have no part in this evil thing.” And he took the child and bathed him and cared for his wounds. And the average happiness increased in some ways and decreased in others, and the net effect might have been negative, but the best results on the matter had p > 0.05, so the scientists of Omelas could not rule out the null hypothesis.

Once upon a time there was a city called Omelas, where everyone lived good and happy and fulfilling lives.

And in Omelas there was a naked dirty child in a small dirty room; because the child was agoraphobic and was making mudpies.

Once upon a time there was a city called Omelas, where everyone lived good and happy and fulfilling lives.