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You sat and watched as the last rays of sun began to eclipse the mountain range, waving a final goodbye before the moon rose to take its place. You hadn’t moved from your spot on the couch since your conversation with Levi some hours ago; your legs would surely not thank you later, a mild stiffness already set into your bones. You hadn’t seen him since your talk, he insisted that he had to leave as quickly as possible; only telling you that he had to meet with a ‘contact’. Though he was in a mild rush, he took the time to answer your questions, at least some of them. To your frustration he said there were still things he could not yet tell you. To your relief Levi finally confirmed that he was indeed hired to protect you, not to harm you. While you had already assumed such, it was like hearing him say the words himself allowed you to let out a breath that you had been holding since you woke in that old cabin. In short, it was your father who had hired Levi to

You told Cockatiel where you needed to go, he lead the way and didn't say much but his attitude is still cheerful. "What did you and Konoha talk about by the way? He wasn't mean was he?" "I asked him is something was bothering him, turns out he received some bad news and that's why he was irate. He should be fine now, but I wouldn't push the subject." He nodded, his hair floof in front not budging. With his hands on the back of his neck walking in a relaxed pose, he kept thinking, about what you're not sure. ~ "Here we are, doesn't look like a lot of people are here..." He's right, the class is nearly empty save for a few, displeased looking students. The professor himself doesn't look too chipper either. "Okay then, thank you Cockatiel." "Y-yep! No problem!" He ran off in a hurry, dork. ~~ Another class that was introductory information, topics you already knew about and as far as you knew, you were the only one interested. That being said you still went up to the exhausted

Chat Noir x Male!Reader The Violinist Miraculous Ladybug x Phantom of the Opera Prologue "Raoul, dear, there's no need to-" Your father - step-father, you reminded yourself - raised a hand with a huff, and your mother quickly fell silent, offering you a sympathetic frown. She loved you both, was only trying to keep the peace, but this wasn't the first time you'd found yourself wishing she would stand up for you more. "No, he knows how I feel about it. He knows he's not supposed to play." You shifted awkwardly in front of the pair, eyes darting from the carpet between your feet and the violin on the table in front of your parents and back again. You tried to avoid meeting their gazes, too afraid of what you might see there. You had known your father's rules and broken them regardless. Perhaps worse, you had been careless enough to allow him to catch you doing so. There was no defending your actions, nothing you could say or do to make this any easier. Raoul snapped his fingers