#personal fanfic

Bellamort Rated Mature Trapped, Temporary Amnesia, Sexual Content, Off-Screen Violence, Nature of Love, POV thrid person plural, One-Shot.

Bellatrix’s eyes flutter open into nothing but whiteness. Blinding white. Enough that it made her dizzy. At least until her eyes adjusted. Able to roll up onto her knees and elbows. By then the world tunes down its brightness. But it didn’t shape itself into something she was familiar with.

Nor did anything turn into notable landscapes. In fact there was nothing. No signs of windows or walls. Not a hint of being inside or out. Not even an indent of an exit or sharp corner. How did she get here? Although she breathed fresh air and felt a blood temperature warmth around her it gave up nothing. The space could be vast or small, If only Bellatrix could reach out and feel for something. But there was nothing but white ground and empty colorless space. 

A white void.

It’s until her hungry eyes fall on something with weight. It too stirs from being sprawled out on the ground. Clutching his eyes.

“My Lord!”

Bella gets to her feet and rushes to his side. He jerks back his arm from her, surprised. His pupils dim and he recognizes her. His mind reels as he takes stock of their surroundings.

“What has happened?” He said,

Good question, Bellatrix rose with him. 

“I don’t…” She turns, looking at what she assumes is forward and back, “I don’t know.”

Roy and Dick, discussing their love life as they break out of the Gotham Jail.

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Tamaki and Haruhi break up, but Hikaru's the only one heartbroken.

Unrequited love + Angst

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"Are you still angry with me?" 

What made him think he was angry at him? Was it the silent treatment all day or the aggressive side eyeing? He wasn't sure. But the way Hikaru was sitting, slouched over on a log by himself, behind the lake house they'd been staying at, hiding his face, he knew he wasn't happy.

He rarely ever wondered what he was thinking. He didn't have to. He was an open book. He always said what he thought. Hikaru's heart didn't just show on his sleeve, he walked with it, carelessly, and talked with it, thoughtlessly. He practically held it in his hands for anyone to take it. It made it very easy to love him, or hate him. To steal his heart or to break it. 

Tamaki supposed that he must've done both. 

"You don't even know why you're angry," 

"Shut up," Hikaru sneered, fists full of his own hair. "You're a piece of shit that's why." 

"Are you really that mad that we broke up? That you'd call me names?" Tamaki asked quietly, watching as the muscles in Hikaru's back flexed. He shouldn't be provoking him but if Kaoru wasn't going to do it, someone had to. "I kind of expected you to make a fool of yourself in front of everyone, sure. But to be honest, I thought you'd be happy." 

"Why would I be happy? because I liked Haruhi?" Hikaru snapped, standing to his full height. He had the balls to mock him now? "Am I not supposed to be angry? Should I cackle and twiddle my fingers like an antagonist in what you think is your cute little romantic comedy? Should I be hovering over her shoulder, hoping she'll see me as a rebound to forget about you? The fuck am I to you?"

"You know that's not what I meant." Tamaki scoffed, tightening his coat around himself to shield away from the cold. "Despite popular belief, I don't actually think everything is about me, ass."  

"You cheated on Haruhi."

"I did not cheat. You're the only one that thinks that."

Hikaru finally turned to face him, his cheeks twitched and the specks of gold reflected in his eyes looked primal as the sun danced off the water and shown on his face. "Spell it out for me then. You were engaged to Haruhi when you fell in love with someone else. Look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong. I saw you two at the party this weekend. You kissed Ayame." 

Tamaki had gone quiet. He was speechless but it's not to be mistaken for guilty silence. He was just so focused on the fire in his eyes he forgot he was defending himself. 

"We already called it quits by then," Tamaki said when he noticed Hikaru beginning to walk away, most likely to finish his tantrum someplace else. "You've never been in love with anyone before so you don't know how it feels or know that sometimes people fall out of love too."

Hikaru inhaled sharply as Tamaki continued.

"Haruhi and I don't love each other anymore. I didn't cheat on her. You just keep saying that to justify being angry, because you don't know why you're angry." 

"Stop pretending like you understand!" Hikaru shouted. "I hate it when everyone thinks they know how I feel." 

"Then just say what you're thinking, so I can understand." Tamaki shouted back, but he was more desperate. He didn't care if Hikaru was angry at him or thought ill of him but he couldn't stand knowing he caused him grief for whatever reason. "What did I do? Is it because you're jealous?"

"I'm angry because you don't love her anymore-" Hikaru said before he stopped himself.  "For fucks sake. Are you happy now?" 

After another awkward pause, Tamaki gave a frustrated sigh, pulling his hand out to rub into his hair. "Haruhi isn't exactly heartbroken now is she? So you're just going to have to get over it."

Get over it?

"How?" He whispered.

"Come again?" Tamaki grumbled. 

Hikaru opened his fist and looked down at the marks his nails left in his hand. "I don't care how Haruhi feels about you. She doesn't love you anymore? Good. You suck." 

"You suck." Tamaki muttered under him.  

"But it's not fair that you get to be over her." His voice strained, struggling to convey both of his most complicated feelings. Being angry, and being sorry for himself. "You've been together for 4 years. You got to spend everyday with her. You got to live with her, sleep next to her- fuck, you were supposed to marry her next year..." 

"And?" Tamaki dared. 

"And yesterday," Hikaru hesitated, "Haruhi told me that I'm... like a brother to her."

This is a drabble request for @whisperinghallwaysofmirrors using descriptors for her appearance she sent me! If you want a drabble featuring you specifically pls hit me up!

Listening to the sounds of little Donna cooing she decided to take a step into the nursery as seeing the child who wasn’t such a baby anymore melted her anxiety like butter.

“Mama,” the baby chirped from her crib as Carly scooped the child into her arms as she stood slack jawed. Oh my god she said her first words.

“Mama” Donna said again turning her head toward the doorway reaching her chubby hands away from Carly who was soon startled by another female voice.

“She’s been speaking for a while,” the voice of the nanny spoke as she reached out to take Donna.

“Mama!” Donna said all smiles in the nanny’s arms.

“If it makes you feel any better her first word was Joss.”

“It would MAKE me FEEL better if you told me my daughter said her first words!”

“You were always distracted.”

“I’d make time for a mile stone like that.... if Sonny were...if Jason were...”

No, she wasn’t going to let something like this get to her. Not when she had to make sure all her schemes went according to plan.

//I hope you like it bby!! 🥺❤️

Geralt purposely opened the door quietly and closed it with care, hoping to keep you sleeping. It was well past midnight, the owls hooting in the tall trees as other critters alike moved around in the outside world.

As Geralt started to disassemble his armor, he heard you get up before he even saw you. He sighed in disappointment about trying to be sneaky, he took the rest of his armor off and waited in the doorway of the hallway that led to your shared bedroom.

Geralt’s shadowed figure spooked you for a short moment, not expecting him to be standing in the doorway waiting for you to come out. You gave a lazy smile to him as you rubbed your face with a yawn.

“My poor sleepy Jayla.” His voice rumbled out, watching you near him with your hands extended to him.

He stood off the doorframe and met you halfway, letting you embrace him. You smiled into his covered chest, rubbing your cheeks into it as you smelt the familiar scent of home.

“I missed you daddy.” You whispered to him, squeezing him closer to you, grunting as you did.

Geralt pulled away but only for a short moment, he gripped your waist and picked you up. One of his hands were placed under your rear and one across your back, your hands wrapped around his neck and playing with his hair.

“I missed you too little Jayla.” He spoke softly in your ear, “Have you been good?”

You nodded your head in his neck as you brought a hand to his necklace and played with the chain while he walked the both of you into the bedroom. He placed you down gently with a groan, you yawned when you felt the soft bedding under your bottom. Geralt stripped down to nothing and crawled to you, forcing you to go to your side. You lifted up the blanket and let him pull you close to him, your back pressed to his chest.

“You always sleep on daddy’s side when he’s gone?” He asked in a whisper, leaning his body up to look at you.