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The universe had obviously made a mistake. Jason couldn't be her soulmate, there was no way. She just had to find a way to fix this, and she'd be damned if her world was going to be consumed by him.
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Percival and Newt used to date many, many years ago. Over ten now... It was before the war, before he became a director, and before his life becme engulfed by darkness of this world. Newt made him the happiest man in the world and Graves cried after Scamander told him he wanted to go his own way and travel all over the world. It wasn’t a breakup per se, but it felt like one, despite the promises of letters and visit.
With time, the letters and dates became more and more scarce and then, the war came and there was just no turning back. Percival never really got over the beautiful boy with freckles and heart too big for his own good. Not a single one of his lovers would ever get close to the love he felt for Newt. After a while, he stopped dating and he stopped waiting.
Graves learned that Scamander played major role in uncovering Grindelwald and it hurt a lot that Newt didn’t wait for him to be rescued. Percival tried to explain it to himself with how his ex-boyfriend was probably summoned somwhere and couldn’t stay. It helped him rest to imagine that’s all it was and that they’d never meet each other again.
Nothing could protect him from the heartbreak of seeing Newt at MACUSA with a lover. Percival watched his ex-boyfriend accompanied by his significant other as the two of them talked to the Goldsteins. He caught Queenie’s sad look at him before marching off as fast as he could without making it look like he’s running away.
I think I got it right this time ☺️
My hero academia does not belong to me.

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The last angsty ficlet was received so well that I decided to reward you all with more angst! Follow-up to In the Morning.
When Kim stirs again, the all-consuming pain from her first waking has faded slightly—enough so that she can manage to string two thoughts together, at least. She keeps her eyes squeezed shut for the first few minutes, knowing the familiar bed she’s on isn’t her own. Or Tommy’s.
The apartment is eerily silent, with no other breathing than her own present.
Right, Trini will have gone to class.
Kim slowly peels a single eye open to check the time. She’s in danger of missing her own first class.
Instead of standing, she tugs Trini’s comforter more snugly around herself. With a start, she realizes she’s cuddling Trini’s pillow to her chest. She doesn’t move.
Last night is a blur past when she and Tommy had first hit one of the many cheap bars around campus, fake IDs in hand. She remembers arguing and—oh, right.
@bonnietohisclyde from here
“Yeah, well, it wasn’t on purpose.” He sounded just a little guilty, all the same.
“Well, I can believe that at least.” She murmured, glancing back at the women who were now talking amongst themselves with horrified looks on their faces. She could only imagine what it was that Sam had said while she’d snuck off to run an EMF sweep. Whatever it had been, he generally didn’t have bad intentions as far as she knew, so he had probably freaked them out completely by accident.
“Either way,” She started, turning back to him, “I have good news and bad news. Good news is it’s not a ghost. Bad news also is that it’s not a ghost so it’s probably something worse.”
In my opinion, the meaning of life is to find and spread happiness. For this applies to both atheists, and the religious.