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elysianhades · 10 months

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Small Saeran Drabble

I love making latte art :)

"Oh, my love! This one turned out amazing!"

You bite your lip as you carefully put the mug down. The drink inside the cup sloshes as you place it on the saucer. Inside, there lies a design of a lily of the valley, made of foam.

You look up at the sparkling mint eyes locked on you, his smile lightening up his whole face. You can't hide your smile either, feeling your cheeks and ears heat up. You reach out your hand in excitement, meeting him in the middle and squeezing it. A giddy laugh leaves you as you look back at your creation. You've been trying for days to get the technique and texture right. You would sit outside with Saeran, listening to him talk while also studying the flower from each side to see how you could pour the foam the way you wanted to.

There were so many failed attempts. At first, you made the stem only to realize that when you would make the flowers, it would sink the stem. After that, you had too much espresso meaning you had no room to make the flower. You had added too much air into one batch, making the foam too thick and not usable. You would get too excited and move too fast, get too nervous and move too slow, it was a long and hard process. Throughout all this though, Saeran was by your side. Every huff that left your lips was met with a kiss and a small encouragement. He never let you get too upset about not getting it right either, he would ask you to explain how you knew when the milk was steamed enough, why you would change the position of the pitcher, why you would tap the pitcher against the counter, as if he didn't already ask you a day ago.

And now, he looks just as excited as you, his eyes filled with love and pride for you. That's how it is with you two, his accomplishments felt like yours and yours felt like his. You lightly shake his hand, feeling the happy energy run up and down through your body.

"Ahh, thank you! I didn't think I'd be able to do it." You chuckle, shaking your head looking back at the counter.

"I knew you could do it, my angel. You can do anything you put your mind to. I'm so proud of you." His laugh rings through your ears. You scrunch your nose and look away, the praise making you smile and want to hide.

He tuts and gently tugs on your hands, wanting your attention. You glance a peak of him and wish you didn't. He has a knowing smile on his lips, looking at you with an eyebrow raised and you can tell that he is about to compliment you again, just to see how flustered you can get.

"Okay okay lovey, before we get all excited, let me try again to see if I really do get it or I need to practice some more." You say quickly, setting the cup aside so you can sip it later. He snorts and rolls his eyes teasingly, letting you pull him back to the espresso machine.

"Angel, if I know anything about you- and I think I can say confidently that I know you quite well- once you get it right the first time, it gets ingrained in your brain." He smiles, looking over your shoulder as you pull a shot.

You hum under your breath, knowing that he has a point. Because of all the art you've done growing up, you already had a subconscious advantage. Pouring latte art wasn't hard after you spent years drawing and painting the same design over and over. Your hands are steady because of the sewing you did growing up and you know how to eyeball when the cup is getting too full because of the baking you and your dad did. Even when you were being trained to make latte art, your manager always said that she's never seen anyone pick it up as fast as you did.

After the shot is pulled, you take a deep breath before steaming the milk. You watch the swirl carefully as you add in small sips of air. You shut off the steam wand and tap the pitcher on the counter, disrupting the bubbles and bringing the foam to the top. You feel Saeran's presence behind you, a silent support. You pick up the cup and hold it at an angle before pouring the milk into the cup. You make the base layer of foam, before dropping down to the top of the cup and making the first flower, the foam is silky but still firm; success. You make each of the flowers before moving to the stem, pulling through the flower and completing with just enough milk.

More excitement and pride flows through you. You got it. You aren't going to forget how to do this any time soon. You cheer happily, putting the mug down not as carefully and clapping.

"I did it! I really, really did it!" You couldn't stay still, snapping your fingers and flapping your hands. "Now we can focus on other treats! I really wanted to start learning about the lavender roll cake."

"I'd be happy to help you with that, my love. After you take a break and celebrate what you've just learned. Make sure you take a picture to put in the messenger, I'm sure everyone would love to see what you've done." Saeran looks over at the two completed drinks. He knew that learning how to do this was important to you because it's a combination of both of your guys favorite things. He remembers you explaining how you learned latte art, and how most of it are flowers; tulips, roses, rosettas, things like that.

When he asked if you could make any flower, you froze and said that with practice you could, then you were taking every opportunity to try different styles and different flowers, slowly learning to make every flower in his garden. With this perfected drink, you have now mastered every flower in the garden that you felt you could replicate. He is shaken out of his thoughts as his phone vibrates, no doubt Saeyoung, Yoosung and Zen blowing up the group chat congratulating you. Your laugh warming his heart as he goes to join you in the living room

#mm saeran #saeran choi #mystic messenger saeran #saeran x reader #saeran choi x reader

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rezzyromance · 3 years

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Imagine reader having a bad day. She just rants and raves and doesn’t shut the hell up.

Karl is busy trying to work and reader is starting to get on his nerves because he can’t concentrate (while finding her rants low-key cute).

In a moment of madness + frustration, he pushes back his chair, storms over to her and kisses her. He’ll say he did it to shut you up but the really he’s been wanting to do that for a long time.

Need me a guy like this.

You had been ranting for who knows how long. Today, it felt like everything that could possibly go wrong went wrong. And, sadly, the only person who was available for you to vent to was Karl. Beloved Karl. It wasn't often he let you interrupt his work so you can talk, let alone complain about things he found rather silly. He felt bad for you due to the frustrated state you were in which is why he agreed in the first place. Now, he's barely gotten any work done as you both sat in his office space.

"And then, this lady at the village looked at me weird. She just kept staring and she scrunched her nose at me as if she was looking at something revolting!", you had been pacing back in forth during the whole rant. Karl was trying to draw out some blueprints, but seeing you pace around back and forth in the corner of his eye kept interrupting. It wasn't as distracting as your words though. You were so flustered and aggravated. While he was growing aggravated as well, he began to find your anger cute.

"And guess what? When I went to the Duke today, HE DIDN'T HAVE WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR! CAN YOU BEIEVE IT?", you threw your arms up in disbelief. "Nope.", he responds with a sigh as he made a tiny adjustment to his barely progressed work. "I was looking for some specific berries. Luckily, the book Donna gave me about the local wildlife said I could find them on bushes. I found the bushes, but there weren't any berries! They're out of season!", you continued to complain, not even checking to see if he was a actively listening. You just kept on until it was all finally of your chest.

"And after that, I tried to fix that chair with the broken leg in the bedroom, and I broke it more! How did I even do that!?', your pacing began to pick up speed. "No clue.", he says bluntly. The pencil he was holding in his hand was about to snap under the pressure he was gripping it with. His other hand was place on his head, propping it up as he rested his elbow on his desk with a growing pissed expression.

"And one of the lycans had a bad cut, so I tried to give it some bandages and the damn thing nearly bit my hand off! I thought you trained those things!", the image of you trying to help an injured lycan and failing drifted around in his head. It was almost as funny as it was distracting. He was fighting a smile that was creeping up on his face. While he found your efforts to help the creature cute, he was still frustrated that his time was seemingly being wasted.

He sat up straight and took a good hard look at the blueprint in front of him. The first picture was barely sketched out. It was covered in eraser shavings from the amount of times he messed up. And, upon further inspection, he could see where he was writing a description for something and accidentally began to write down things that you were saying as he struggled to multitask. The sight of this made his brow furrow and his jaw clench. All of his efforts for his work for the past unknown amount of time were useless.

"And Donna invited me to another tea party, but I can't deal with Angie. I mean I know Donna loves her, but that piece of plastic is fucking nuts and it makes me so uncomfortable.", you continued to rant about the doll. He didn't know if he wanted to correct you and tell you that she's porcelain and not plastic. All he knew is how much he missed the silence of his office now. Although, there was something about you running around in circles while wildly throwing your hands up in frustrated fits of rage that he found adorable.

Finally, he knew he had enough. He knew he had to do something if he wanted to finish his work. He sighed and put down the pencil he was using to draw out some blueprints. He looks over, preparing to tell you to shut up, but he couldn't help but get distracted. You were talking with your hands. And, you kept running your hands through your hair, making messier and messier as your pointless ranting went on and on.

He didn't even notice he was staring until you made eye contact with him and stopped. 'Are you listening to me?" "Yes.", he lies. And with that, your pacing continues as you spout more and more bullshit. His feelings confused him. You were keeping him from being productive and nothing you were upset about had any real long term meaning, but you just looked so cute when you're all riled up. His work laid on his desk, practically screaming to be finished.

"Oh right...", he turned back to his work in hopes to finish it. "And Alcina said I need to think more about what I wear because I care more about how comfortable my clothes are compared to how they look. Isn't that just bitchy?" "Mhm." The mentioning of her caused his eyes to roll. "Please just stop please just stop please just stop please just stop", repeated through his head as he wished for peace and quiet. He accidentally broke his pencil in his tense and clutched hands.

Finally, he had had enough. He threw the broken pencil pieces to the ground and stood up, shoving his chair to the side before marching over towards you. You didn't even notice until his fingers were tangled in your hair, turning your face towards his. He then pulls you into a kiss that lasts a couple of seconds. Enough for him to release some of his energy in a not so aggressive way while also getting you to be quiet for a bit.

You were speechless when he pulled away and he was thankful. "What was that for?', you ask as you smile and grab him by the coat sleeve, tugging on it. He pulls it out of your grasp, but not too aggressively. "Just wanted to shut you up for a goddamn second." "Oh yeah? Well what if I keep talking?" A mischievous smile spreads on your face as he looks back at you with a growing frustrated expression, but you could spot a small smile curling upwards from the corners of his mouth. "Nope.", he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you out the door. Once you're out the door, he puts you down. "Don't interrupt my works again. And, for the love of god, stop caring so much about what other people think. " You open your mouth to object to his decision on kicking you out, but he kisses you again. This time, you can feel him smile into it. He truly just wanted to kiss you again. "Now, leave me alone for a second. When I'm finished, you can tell me about all the other pointless bullshit from your day." And with that, he closes the door. While having you away is less distracting, he still can't help but think of you as he works, the taste of you still lingering on his lips. "Better get this done fast."

#re8 #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg x you #karl heisenberg headcanons #karl heisenberg headcanon #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg fanfic #karl heisenburg x reader #k

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acciocriativity · 3 years

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You and Me || Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin/Reader

Summary: It's always been you and Draco since you can remember, the invincible duo, the two of you against the world but some things have changed along the way and it's not news to any soul at Hogwarts but it's time your parents knew too.

Word Count: 2,8k

A/N: I took a bit to finish but here it is your story @x-dratie-x. I hope you all like it! Tom Riddle is not Voldemort in this oneshot, Voldemort didn’t exist at all but the events of the first war and its consequences still is valid, but with another wizard.

Warnings: A very very slightly sexual conversation and that's all

1987

I didn't want to be at that dinner, I didn't want to have to listen all day long to how well I should behave because the Malfoy's were such an important family or something.

I had plans for the week, I would go with our elf to buy more art supplies and I was allowed to spend the day outside the house, just drawing the landscape.

My parents never let me participate in events like this, because I might mess up, say something inappropriate for the moment, or whatever excuse they decided to make up. But out of the blue, I was told that I would have to be there. Why? I couldn't understand and I didn't even ask them, what good would it do? None.

The day was only getting worse and worse by the hour for me, I just wanted to take off that dress and go play but I couldn't, obviously. So I did what was left to me, smile and eat politely without making any noise or comments, not that there were any comments I would like to make. I had no idea what they were talking about, it was absolutely boring. The only thing that made me feel slightly better were my own thoughts and the fact that their son was as bored as I was.

We knew each other because of some casual encounters between our parents but never had the opportunity to talk to each other, because of course, only grown-ups talk.

But it seems that I drew the long straw after a horrible day, after dinner Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy were invited to stay a little longer and I was excused along with Draco to play.

I could hardly believe it, I wouldn't have to sit there and smile for another 45 minutes, my happiness couldn't be measured at that moment. Not even waiting for my mother to say it again, I stood up and said goodbye politely with a smile before walking up the stairs and I could hear footsteps following me somewhat hesitantly but I didn't care at the moment.

"Come on, let's go play in my room", I exclaimed with a huge smile and threw the bow tie, which was pinning my hair, on the floor and quickly walked over to it uncaringly.

I missed his shocked expression but as soon as we reached my door, he made sure to make it clear to me.

"Do your parents let you do that?", the question made no sense in my head but stopping to think about it now, it makes sense, he should always be flawless.

"They don't care as long as it's not in front of guests, you won't tell them, right?", his greyish blue eyes reflected mine and for a few seconds I thought that was a beautiful effect.

He looked away from me and nodded slightly in agreement, his face covered in shyness and I just squealed with delight. I opened the door and pulled him inside, his hand was so cold that I thought about taking one of my jackets and handing it to him.

"So what do you want to do? I have some toys in my closet, I'll get them", I walked happily to the door and proceeded to try to decide what I would want. Some was not the best word, there were a lot of them, far more than I would ever use.

I came back with a big mulberry box that I've only been able to carry within the last year and placed it on my bed but he didn't even notice, he was looking at my drawings.

"Oh, you liked them. I wish I had done one more today, do you want to try?", I asked him and walked over to the table where my sheets were.

"Yeah, they're not too bad", he stated nonchalantly and I didn't believe him for a moment but I chose to keep my mouth shut for once.

I picked up two white sheets, two quills and sat down quietly on the floor, since I didn't have two chairs for the two of us but it seems he wasn't used to that.

"Come on, hurry up, your parents won't be here forever", I patted the seat next to me and soon he sat down as well, I noticed his posture still uncomfortable and my goal for the day turned to change that, if only for 5 minutes.

From that day on, we became closer and our parents obviously understood and liked that, because we were strengthening their relationship and at no point that crossed my mind. I was just happy to be supported by my parents to visit Draco.

1991

My Hogwarts letter had arrived some weeks ago and I hadn't let go at any point, going to Diagon Alley had become a completely different experience and I couldn't wait, but I had to because I pleaded with my and his parents so that we would go together.

But the day had finally arrived and I had to contain all my energy to not look like an out of control little girl, nothing out of the ordinary but today was more difficult because I was genuinely happy. I was always genuinely happy with my only real friend.

"Y/N, you must hurry or we are going to be late", I could hear my mother's voice from downstairs just as I finished putting on my flats.

As it was a very important occasion I had chosen my favorite outfit, even my parents were a little excited too. They had told me that they had met at Hogwarts and that I would find someone from a good family at Slytherin as well. This part was completely ignored by me but they never found out about it.

"I'm here mom, we won't be late", I said as soon as I came down the stairs and approached them without running. We were near the fireplace and I mentally thanked them for not having to apparate, because it was always a horrible experience for me.

"Okay, I'll go first and you two right after", my father made sure to announce although he always goes first when we go out like that.

After a few minutes, we arrived in front of Flourish & Blotts and there was the imposing Malfoy family. After a small talk in which I had no interest in paying attention to, we all went inside and we were finally able to talk while our parents were engaged in a conversation with the attendant.

"I've already said it once and I'll say it again, I honestly don't understand how you're not that excited, it's Hogwarts", I whispered to him as we walked through the messy shelves full of books.

"It doesn't seem like a great thing after hearing it so many times", I could clearly see that there was something more there, I had known him long enough to know that and also that he wouldn't tell me easily.

"Okay, so you're telling me that you're not the least bit excited to leave Malfoy Manor to start your life?", his lips twitched trying to hold back a smile, his eyes shifted from mine, looking for something to distract himself.

But I could stop him, my cunning little hands went to his waist tickling that area before he could prevent me from doing so. That was enough to make him laugh, although he denied that he was ticklish every time I asked.

This attack did not end well for me, because revenge existed in his vocabulary and was even overused. I had to run, as fast as I could, and it still didn't work.

And why? Because I went to a dead end corridor upstairs, I had never even visited the second floor of that store, the day I went there I had to get unlucky.

In short, I was attacked twice more without mercy, my glasses almost got broken and we were so noisy that the owner gave us a scolding and our parents did the same as soon as we left with our packages, but this was not enough to ruin the day and our good mood.

1993

It was already expected that we would both end up in Slytherin, which was great because we didn't have to be separated, on the opposite, we became closer than ever. It also didn't take long to form our group of friends, actually not more than a month but the thing that made us truly close started in the third year when I had a genius idea.

We all had a reason to dislike Harry, mine was nowhere near Draco's, no one's was but we shared it anyway. It was always fun to pick fights with him, make pranks and get him into trouble on purpose, so why not make it a little game? It was so easy that the idiots, Crabbe and Goyle understood the first few times, you can't expect more than that from them, and this was certainly a record for both.

The game had three main objectives:

- Take the most materials from Harry or his friends: ink, quill, books, whatever they were carrying would be a prize and would get a point.

- See him or his friends more often, with the intention of spying on them just for fun, of course. It could be in class or in the corridors, each time would be an extra point.

- Pick fights with him or his friends, each minute was worth one point and to be proven, had to have someone to confirm it.

Of course, there was no room for lies, and I made sure to put a spell on our board to prevent this. Yes, I had made a small board that stayed with me but each team wrote down their own score.

To make it more fun, we split up into pairs. Draco and I, Pansy and Blaise, Grabbe and Goyle, Astoria and Millicent and Tom and Theo.

And finally, the best part, whoever had the most points at the end of the year would win 5 galleons from each person, as well as having a celebration party financed by the losers.

Needless to say, Draco and I always won since the day I created the game. Our friends always complained about us playing dirty but it was never necessary and deep down they knew it, it must be hard to lose every year so I don't judge them.

1995

"Are they still complaining?", I remained with my eyes closed, it was comfortable to lie curled up against Draco on the couch in the common room. We had two free classes, which was being put to good use to get some rest after a year of N.O.M.S. and a devastating victory in our little game.

"They'll get over it when we come back in September, I guess.... You're missing the best part", his voice came out whispered directly into my ear and I couldn't help but smile.

I didn't need to see the scene to know what was going on, Tom and Theo blaming each other for the defeat, everyone standing back from them because no one wants to get involved in their ego battle and our other friends trying not to laugh because it was a funny scene, even if they didn't know it.

"They're taking longer than last time...", I commented slightly annoyed by the noise. I had no idea what had happened to me, because usually I spent the afternoon celebrating my victory but not today.

"Let's get out of here, you seems so good", he hadn't even completed his sentence when I agreed and painfully got up to go to his room.

But before I could take two steps, I felt his arms go around my waist and legs, leading me up the stairs in a bridal style.

I smiled wider and snuggled into his arms, enjoying more of the warmth and good feeling it gave me until we reached the bed.

"Thanks honey, I don't know what happened today", I commented under my breath as soon as he had me lying on the bed, but I knew it was a lie.

"Are you sure? This isn't related to the fact that our parents will know about our relationship in a few days?", I hoped he would pretend he didn't know but that wasn't the case, I wasn't going to be able to run away from the subject.

"It's just that I don't like them meddling in our lives, of course I have nothing against your parents, I'll love to be introduced as your girlfriend but my parents will be twice as unbearable", I sighed and hugged the blond once more, if there was one thing that made me better it was this.

"Like my mom isn't going to start a 3 year planning for our wedding after she finds out, but at least they'll be used to it by the end of the summer and we won't have to go through this again", he began to fiddle with my hair and curl the strands between his fingers, slowly my shoulders relaxed and a considerable chunk of my worry faded away.

"Yes, I think so but it's going to be a lot harder for us to be alone now. You definitely won't be stepping foot in my room like you did when we used to play together", the memories flooded back and I felt him smile too, it had been a while since this had escaped my thoughts.

"I don't need to worry about that, we slept together for almost the entire year at Hogwarts and they can't do anything about it and we'll keep doing it", I couldn't see him since my face was buried in his neck, but the perfect image of his mischievous grin formed in my head.

"The question is, will you survive for two months without me? Because I don't see that happening", I teased with a huge smirk as I turned to look him in the eye.

"It won't happen because your father won't be enough to stop me love and I'll make sure you don't have to resort to your hands, because we know it wouldn't be enough", smugness was all over his face and as much as I searched for an answer to that, I didn't have one. Not in the first few seconds.

"Good love, that's good because I'm sure your hands wouldn't do a better job either. In fact, I'd be a little worried if they actually still work, in case we get separated", I had managed to wipe the smirk off his face but I also knew it wouldn't stay that way, revenge was still an overused word in his vocabulary.

A week later, there I was on one of the Hogwarts Express cars with Draco, since we couldn't fit all our friends there anyway, we decided to enjoy the last hours of freedom we had together.

And how quickly it went by, one moment I was chatting with my boyfriend while my puppy slept peacefully in her travel bed and the next, we had arrived and a wave of students were trying to get through the doors at the same time.

We stepped off the train holding hands, while I carried only my baby in the other, and this detail did not escape the trained eyes of our parents who were talking side by side but as soon as they noticed us they stopped.

"For Merlin's sake, you two finally decided to listen to me and are in a relationship now?", my mother's eyes sparkled with excitement and I could already hear her voice asking me all sorts of embarrassing questions. "Narcisa, our family is finally becoming one, this is the best news I could ever receive", she could jump for joy now but because of the good posture of a London high society woman, she did not do that.

"How about dinner at our house today? We have a good reason to celebrate," I had seen his mother smile at me several times but even Lucius Malfoy seemed satisfied enough to show a little bit of his teeth, which is indeed shocking.

My parents agreed to the idea immediately and only one look was exchanged between Draco and me, it only took a single look to know that we both acknowledged it would be an insufferable night.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years

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May I have a scenario/imagine, whichever makes more sense, of Trey, Rook, and Crewel trying to tame some sort of wild, magical invasive species of Poison Ivy that has taken over the greenhouse?

Crewel gives me perpetually disappointed wine aunt father vibes. This piece also lowkey turned out to be Trey x Rook, but you didn’t read that from me.

This imagine’s longer than my usual 1k word self-imposed limit, since it goes out to a friend of mine that’s been supporting me through final projects and exams. I’m not sure if they’d want me tagging them so publicly, but they know who they are.

Imagine this...

To Professor Crewel’s chagrin, members of the Science Club had never had strong academic intent. In actuality, the club was a thinly veiled excuse to bake cakes (just to find the perfect ratio of leaveners and sweeteners!) and to stalk watch students in their natural habitats (nothing wrong with an impromptu observational study, right?). Instead of test tubes and beakers, the lab benches were littered with cake pans and photographs of unsuspecting Savanaclaw students.

“I do wish you two would take this club more seriously,” Crewel would often gripe, fingers massaging his temples. “Science is not a play thing, it is a powerful tool with which we can use to redefine and reshape the world around us.”

Such were the woes of an instructor--but today, he had no time to lament.

Crewel’s jaw tightened as he gazed upon a sprawling mess--the shattered glass panes of the Botanical Garden, with massive stalks of ivy reaching for the skies. Casualties lined the ground--plants and flowers drained dry of their life, all withered and decayed. The ivy writhed in glee.

(He shouldn’t have been surprised that the headmaster summoned him and the Science Club to resolve the issue instead of hiring a real exterminator.)

“How unseemly,” Crewel noted, clicking his tongue. “Running amok and ruining so many of the specimens we’ve carefully cultivated... This shall not go unpunished.”

He glanced over his shoulder.

“Clover.”

“Yes.” Trey stepped forward, his magical pen ready.

“Hunt.”

“Oui.” Rook followed suit, smoothly drawing forth his own pen.

“The time has come to prove your mettle,” Crewel announced, rapping his pointer against his palm. His onyx eyes seethed with a quiet, controlled rage. “Show this overgrown weed what the Science Club is truly capable of.”

At his command, the boys nodded and tore off toward the Botanical Garden.

Crewel held his ground. The corners of his mouth curled into a condescending smirk as he addressed the poison ivy. “Come here.”

An arm of ivy flew at him, so fast that it was but a blur.

An alive, but livid, blur.

“Heel!”

A column of fire erupted from Crewel’s pointer. His attack slammed against the plant, settings its leaves awash in embers. The rogue plant let out a sky-splitting roar.

The battle had just begun.

Trey ducked under an arc of burning ivy and threw open the door to the Botanical Garden. Tucking his limbs in, he barreled through right as more ivy snaked in to seal off the entrance once more.

He could feel the heat upon his back, the earth quaking under his feet, and Rook close behind him--yet he willed himself to keep his eyes glued ahead, even as he launched across the threshold and into a terrifying new realm.

The inside of the greenhouse now glistened with ivy--covering the glass panes, slowly strangling what few plants remained. The Botanical Garden had always been warm before, but it was unusually so today. Sweltering, and almost so humid that the floors and walls seem to eerily pulsate with life.

“Keep your wits about you, and don’t look back, boys,” Crewel had instructed them. “Just get in there, and cut it off at its source--at the heart.”

Trey’s eyes darted this way and that. Green, green, green. It all looked the same to him. Where in the world was the point of origin?

“Got any ideas?!” He glanced over his shoulder at his partner--and his protective goggles nearly went askew.

Rook had dropped to one knee, pressing a gloved hand against the floor--now a carpet of vines. “Hoooh! What a fascinating specimen!” he marveled. “Such destructive power, and yet it also sports this emerald sheen... Très manifique!”

“H-Hey... No offense, but I don’t think now’s the time to stop and sniff the roses. Or, well. I guess it would be ivy in this case.”

“Non, non! There is always time for beauty--even in dire situations!” Rook insisted, his hands continuing to grope around. His eyes suddenly creased, and his smile turned sly. “Ah, te voilà.”

“Even if you say that, that’s not going to help us fix this...!!”

“Calm yourself, Chevalier des Roses,” Rook advised with an airy laugh. He cupped a hand to his ear and beamed. “Listen closely! Surely even your own heart beckons you to still your worries.”

“Heart?” Trey straightened, adamant as he folded his arms. “Sorry, but I just don’t believe in stuff like that. Come on, Rook. We need to focus--Crewel-sensei’s trusting us with this task.”

He cast a concerned glance at the doorway, ensnared in vines. They’d have to blast their way through later--but if they stayed in this space for too long, they, too, would soon be drained of all their life force. “We can’t just mess around!”

“Ah--but you must put your faith in me as well, Chevalier des Roses!” Rook insisted, pointing to the patch of floor that he had been not-too-subtly groping earlier. “I implore you to lend me your strength!”

“You want me to attack the gr--?!” Trey froze mid-sentence. He had become vaguely aware of a gentle sensation creeping around his ankles.

In an instant, he was yanked into the air, dangling upside down like a useless rag doll. Blood rushed to his head, and his surroundings spun.

“Chevalier des Roses!!”

“I’m fine!! I-I’m fine!” Trey called--though he clearly wasn’t. “I can just--” He waved his magical pen, the air growing tense as a small ball of fire collected at his command.

“Non!” Rook warned, startling his classmate. “There is nothing to cushion your descent, mon amie! You will surely break a leg--and certainly not in the theatrical sense!”

He’s right. Trey’s fire extinguished itself, replaced by a chill crawling down his spine.

“A little help then?!”

Rook’s eyes widened. “You would give me your trust?”

“Not exactly like I have any other choice.” Trey would shrug, but it was a rather difficult motion to pull off while suspended midair--and far more troublesome, his veins ran cold. It was a sure sign of the ivy sapping his energy.

“Have no fear! Today, it shall be my turn to be the chevalier.” The hunter grinned from ear to ear, magical pen in hand.

“Please, Rook! Any day now--before I become plant food!” Trey’s voice was hoarse--from exasperation, or from the magical ivy, he wasn’t quite sure. Perhaps both.

“Just for today, I shall be your Chevalier D’amour.”

And with a confident wink, Rook plunged the ivy-covered floor into a sea of flames.

The accursed plant wailed as it shriveled to ash upon a backdrop of billowing smoke. Embers flickered and danced in the afternoon, the Botanical Garden set ablaze. Crewel took a step back, grimacing at the growing fire.

A figure emerged from the greenhouse, carrying another. The professor squinted into the smoke, pinpointing the familiar outline of his Science Club members--Rook, cradling a pale-looking Trey in his strong arms.

“Puppies.” Crewel pinched his temples.

“C’est chose faite--it is now done.” The brim of Rook’s hat eclipsed his eyes, making the typically cheery hunter appear dark to match his tone. Then he lifted his head, basking in the sunshine, and that somber moment was over. “All is well and good again, as it should be!”

“I... I thought I was going to die,” Trey groaned. “... And Rook, I appreciate you catching my fall, but you didn’t need to carry me out like you’re an action hero in a movie or something.”

“Are you able to still stand after an attack from that heinous plant?”

“Yeah. Just put me down.”

“Oui.”

Trey stood on shaky legs--and instinctively leaned on Rook’s shoulder.

“Well, boys. You’ve exterminated the ivy--as well as just about every other plant in the Botanical Garden. How exactly do you intend to atone for this?!” Crewel snapped, whipping his pointer at his students. “I believe my instructions were quite clear--destroy only the heart of the ivy.”

“The fault lies with me, Monsieur,” Rook declared, dipping into a bow. “We dallied for longer than was necessary, and in a moment of panic, I unleashed my magic.”

“Always one with a flair for the dramatic. Unfortunately, that will not serve you well in detention, Hunt.”

“Wait. Crewel-sensei, that’s not the whole story,” Trey interrupted. “Rook got me out of a pinch--and he deserves credit for that. He’s also the one that found out where the ivy’s heart was--buried in the floor itself. I didn’t realize until it was too late.”

The professor’s lips pursed into a straight line. “Clover, are you confessing to your own negligence?”

“I am.” He nodded firmly. “I’m the one that deserves the detention.”

“Trey-kun is not responsible!” Rook protested. “He is the one that attempted to set us on the right path. I refused to heed his advice, which led to events escalating.”

“I didn’t listen to Rook when he tried to tell me about what I needed to do.”

“I should have phrased it more concisely.”

“You--”

“Trey-kun--”

“Enough. It is clear to me that both of you contributed to this chaos.” Crewel sighed. “... Hunt, take Clover to the infirmary. I will put out the fire myself.

“... Are you letting us go?”

“Of course not. Once you’ve recovered, Clover... you boys will be restoring plants in the Botanical Garden for the remainder of the semester as punishment.”

“Ahhh, I should’ve known. Riddle’s not gonna like this at all.”

“Chin up, Chevalier des Roses! At the very least, we shall have each other’s company!” Rook laughs, smacking Trey on the back and sending his peer nearly doubling over.

Crewel sighed once more--he was disappointed, but not surprised.

His Science Club puppies still had a long way to go.

#twst #Divus Crewel #Trey Clover #Rook Hunt #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland requests #twisted wonderland scenarios #imagine this

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teamxdark · 3 years

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Drowning

When one has a water deity as a mother, one does not know drowning. Yet when Lancelot saves a man from a river, he might just find himself in too deep.

Read on AO3 here!

All his life, Lancelot had considered his life to be akin to a stream; small, perhaps, but endlessly flowing, able to carve down into the world and leave a mark. He had direction, being pulled forth with or without a purpose, and only became stronger and larger the further along he went.

But something had changed after he left Corbenic to retrieve his sword, the legendary Arondight, and learn the ways of the water with his mother. Training at Misty Lake had been a new sort of challenge, no longer working out his body but his mind and any semblance of magical ability he had. Lancelot was powerful, much more powerful than he had realized, and though he would never reach the ranks of a learned wizard, he had capabilities beyond most others with his mother’s blessing.

The Lady of the Lake had taught him well, and water would never hurt Lancelot.

Yet with a new threshold passed, Lancelot began to feel stagnant, less like a rushing stream morphing into a river and more akin to a lake, like his mother’s home. Impressive, but still.

He had asked Nimue for guidance, a next step, and so he found himself making his way to Camelot on foot, slow and steady, as he figured that whatever he chose would be what destiny had in store for him.

“Go to the capital city,” his mother had told him with a wise smile. “Something tells me that you will find enough there for the rest of your life.”

Vague, but worth listening to. Nimue had never been wrong before, and her guidance was something to be grateful for.

The man admired the world as it passed him by, step by step. The winds whispered around him, promising a world bigger than the corners that he knew, and it struck Lancelot just how far he could go, just how much he could learn, if he just kept exploring.

Was the rest of his life truly confined to Camelot?

He shook his doubts away. His mother had told him that there was enough for him there, not that he would stagnate further. An opportunity, perhaps, to see more of the world or consume the knowledge therein? A way to refine his power into something even greater? A purpose, guiding him like the wind guided the waters of the river as it began to carve its bed into the world?

Lancelot chose the long way to Camelot, following the river that flowed down from the north, finding serenity in its familiarity. He trusted the water, and always would.

“AHHH!”

The sound of a scream and a splash up ahead had Lancelot’s ears shooting up in alarm, and without a second’s hesitation, he rushed forward, looking for the source. Up ahead, he saw lines in the dirt, skid marks from someone who had tried to stop but was unable to do so in time, and further along, bobbing up and down in the river, he saw a head and a pair of flailing arms struggling to keep to the surface.

What are you doing, you fool?! Lancelot wondered as he rushed forth, faster than the river’s intense current. Swim! Swim or you will not survive!

The head surfaced one more time with a gasp, before the body collided rather harshly with a stone that jutted out above the water, then went under. Lancelot felt his blood run cold.

He had never had to imagine what drowning would be like, but he felt terror and panic sweep in when the other didn’t resurface, and without a second thought he jumped in after them.

Lancelot opened his eyes after submerging himself, drawing in a slow breath as he adjusted to breathing underwater again. He saw the figure getting pulled along, body limp and stunned, and far too much air was escaping the lungs. Lancelot raced forward, fast in water as he was on land, scooped up the stranger in his arms, and carried him to the surface.

They emerged, Lancelot easily coughing the water from his throat to make room for air once again, while the stranger in his arms curled up, heaving, trying desperately to expel what he could from his lungs. Lancelot was surprised; he would have thought that a blow like that would have rendered anyone unconscious. The black hedgehog stood up on the water’s surface, making sure to keep steady, and put his hand on the stranger’s back, focusing his energies on the droplets that remained. His hand stroked upwards, passing soaked blue spines, feeling strong but lean muscles that lied below the skin, and brought the water upwards until the other hedgehog in his arms coughed it all out, wheezing for breath.

Lancelot waited for a while, letting the other recover, before asking, “Are you okay?”

The stranger in his arms stirred, then uncurled, and then Lancelot was looking into the greenest eyes he had ever seen in his life.

His mouth went dry.

“You...” the other rasped, coughing a few more times. “You saved me...”

“I did,” Lancelot replied, his tongue feeling like lead and his eyes unable to leave the other’s. “I was not going to let someone drown.”

The man blinked, looking at him in gentle awe, and Lancelot willed his knees not to buckle below him. Then those eyes roamed away, and Lancelot mourned their loss, though suddenly he found that he was able to breathe easier.

“You’re standing on water?!” the man yelped, clinging to him in terror, and it brought Lancelot back to his senses. Now that he was thinking clearly again, it was probably a terrible idea to be standing right on top of the river that had almost killed the man in his arms.

“Don’t worry,” he tried to soothe him. “Relax. I won’t let you fall. Just look at me.”

Eyes greener than spring locked with his again, and Lancelot couldn’t have looked away if he tried. They stayed together as Lancelot walked along the water’s surface back to dry land, and all the while, the other man’s magnetic gaze pulled him in and held him until Lancelot felt as though he might never think again, for how could one think when looking at a sight so glorious as that?

He didn’t want to set the other down, but he did, softly setting him on the grass so he could regain his bearings and calm down. The man’s grip didn’t lessen, even as solid ground reappeared below him, and Lancelot made sure to keep his hands on the other’s torso.

Just in case...

After a minute or two, the panic faded from the other man’s gaze, and he shivered, glancing back at the river and breaking whatever spell that had been taking over Lancelot’s mind. He inhaled, feeling as though he hadn’t breathed in ages.

Had he? Had he been breathing when those magnificent eyes had been pulling him into their brilliant depths?

Was this what drowning felt like?

“You walked across the water as if it were land...”

The other man spoke, looking back to him, his gaze claiming every last bit of Lancelot’s attention with a beautiful effortlessness. The eyes were livelier now, bright with wonder and gratitude and open awe. “Incredible,” he continued, removing his hands to help shift himself into a sitting position, but soon after Lancelot began to mourn the loss of their touch, they were back on him, holding his shoulders. “Are you fae? A deity? Chaos themself?” the man asked, trembling with cold and excitement, and Lancelot felt his face grow warm under such praise.

“None of those,” he managed to reply. “Just a very fortunate man with very skilled teachers.”

“Incredible,” the other breathed, and the repeated compliment sent a new wave of heat to Lancelot’s face. “To have no fear of water...”

For a moment, they stared at each other, the other hedgehog in open awe and Lancelot in mesmerized silence.

“Tell me, brave stranger, what is your name? I wish to thank my rescuer properly.”

Lancelot had to clear his throat before responding. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he saw the other man’s verdant gaze drop down to his mouth. A thrill ran through him, and that pushed him to speak.

“My name is Lancelot du Lac.”

“Lancelot,” the other echoed, and his name had no right to sound so good coming from that voice. The hands on his shoulders dropped down to take his own, and Lancelot thanked all six deities that he was sitting down right then. He doubted he would have retained the strength to stand as the other held his hands between his own. “My greatest thanks to you, Lancelot du Lac. I am forever in your debt.”

“Think nothing of it,” Lancelot insisted, for he was already overwhelmed.

“There must be something I can offer you as thanks,” the other man claimed, his eyes reclaiming Lancelot’s gaze and holding it without trying. “You’ve saved a very powerful person, and I would be more than happy to give you what you desire as thanks.”

The word ‘desire’ also had no right to sound so fantastic coming from that voice, and Lancelot fought it away before speaking again.

“I only want to find my way to Camelot.”

“And then?” the other persisted, his hands squeezing and weakening Lancelot’s resolve in an instant.

“...I haven’t figured out what comes next,” he admitted. He only knew that he could find his destiny in Camelot if he searched for it, but he had no idea where to start.

“Then allow me to accompany you there,” the blue hedgehog said in a tone of voice that remained light but didn’t allow for argument. Lancelot felt his tongue tie itself into knots as the other stood up, helping him to his feet with a pull of their joined hands, and Chaos above, he was handsome when standing at full height and without panic marring his features, wet spines and unkempt appearance be damned. “If you are looking for living arrangements or employment, I think I will be able to help without much trouble.”

“I... I don’t wish to trouble you--”

“Nonsense,” the other man interrupted, and Lancelot couldn’t even find it in himself to be annoyed about it. “Might I remind you that I would be dead right now if it weren’t for you.”

A great loss, to be sure, Lancelot thought as he silently let himself be pulled along.

With the lull in conversation and the lack of eyes to pull him under, he finally got a good look at the man he was with. Dark blue spines were beginning to dry off and lighten to a brilliant blue, and a waterlogged cape slapped unpleasantly against long, strong legs. A pair of golden gauntlets covered the hands of his companion, one of which remained stubbornly clamped around his own, and on his hip, a sword lay.

A sword... Lancelot’s eyes widened.

“Are you a knight?” he demanded, causing his companion to slow down.

“In a manner of speaking.”

Lancelot’s mouth went dry again. What did that mean? Just who had he saved?

“What is your name?” he whispered, his voice failing him, and when the other hedgehog turned around to face him, his breath failed him as well as he was sucked back into a world of green.

“King Arthur Pendragon.” The hand around his squeezed again, green eyes glinted in the sun, and Lancelot’s heart stopped in his chest. “A pleasure, I’m sure.”

It took all of Lancelot’s willpower not to collapse right then and there.

...

One week later, Lancelot found himself kneeling before the court, with Caliburn descending to tap both shoulders.

“Rise, Sir Lancelot du Lac,” came the command, and Lancelot obeyed, looking up at the green pools of warmth that were his king’s eyes. From his spot a few stairs above him, King Arthur extended his hand, and Lancelot took it in his left, bowing down to kiss the gauntlet, his eyes never leaving his king’s hypnotic gaze.

He had agreed to be knighted the instant Arthur had suggested it in his list of things he could do as repayment. Lancelot was a force that needed guidance, and he knew in his heart that Arthur was the right person to direct him. His king was a remarkable man, kind-hearted and free-spirited, and Lancelot knew that he was willing to fight for him. That much had been clear since the first moment he had been pulled into those eyes and drowned, quickly and easily and without terror.

Lancelot had found his destiny in Camelot after all, and it was King Arthur.

#Avalon Series.#Drowning AU.#Arthurlot.

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ga-yuu · 3 years

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'Lust of lovers in the summer' Story Event~Yoshitsune Route

Summer insects are crying.

(It's hot. .....I can't sleep.)

It's been a very hot night here in Hiraizumi and I've been finding it difficult to sleep.

Yoshitsune-sama has been away for several days, meeting with people of high rank in the neighborhood----

(It's a scorching month and I'm a bit lonely.)

???: "------It's over.....and......"

(? What's going on?)

Suddenly, the quietness of the building became faintly noisy, and I listened to the sound.

Then I heard the sound of footsteps approaching my door.

Yoshitsune: ".....------! Yoshino....you're still awake?"

Yoshino: "Yoshitsune-sama?"

The door opened quietly to reveal Yoshitsune-sama, the man who I thought would not come back home tonight.

Yoshitsune: "I was surprised. I thought you were already asleep."

Yoshino: "I was surprised, too. I thought you weren't coming home today."

Yoshitsune-sama sits down beside me, having raised himself from his cushion.

A hand comes and strokes my cheeks and it was the most comforting feeling I had in a while.

Yoshitsune: "I really wanted to see you, so I left right after I finished the meeting. Yoichi and Benkei would be appalled."

(I don't think it's just those two....)

I let out a chuckle as Yoshitsune-sama gave a troubled smile, which I thought was cute.

Yoshino: "But I am still glad. I've been waiting for your return for a long time. I didn't think I'd see your face tonight, so I'm really pleased."

When I spoke honestly about my current feelings, his clear eyes narrowed gently.

Yoshitsune: "It's a relief to know that you feel the same way. But.... It's difficult. It doesn't seem to be enough to fill my heart."

(Ah....)

The way he looked at me was suddenly sweet.

Yoshitsune: "You were trying to sleep, and I know it's not fair......... but may I touch you?"

He kisses me affectionately on the cheek and captures me with his gaze.

Yoshitsune: "....I've been wanting to touch you."

Yoshino: "Yoshitsune-sama...."

We move closer and kissed.

Yoshitsune: "It's been a long night without you."

Yoshino: "Hmm. .....I feel the same too."

Yoshitsune: "Really?"

His arms hold me tightly and he nibbles my lips sweetly again and again.

Yoshino: "Haa...."

Yoshitsune: "You're already breathless."

The hand that had been holding the nape of my neck slowly stroked down and stopping before entering my collar.

Yoshitsune: "...I'm going to want you as much as I missed you tonight. I'm sure it won't be easy to stop. Will you still allow me to continue?"

When asked in a quiet but passionate voice, I had no choice but to surrender.

Yoshino: "Of course. I always feel the same as Yoshitsune."

Yoshitsune: "Yoshino....Thank you. -----After all, your words seem to agitate me more than anything else."

Yoshino: "Ah...."

I accept the kisses that make up for the time we didn't see each other and melt.

My tongue was sucked and intertwined, causing my mind to go numb by the heat that pours into me as we try to expose every inch of each other.

(Haaa.)

(....It's kind of hot today....Ngh...)

I had noticed that my head was even fuzzier than usual.

(Is it because it's a hot and humid night....?)

The fire in my body is so intense that it doesn't seem to go off at all.

Yoshitsune: ".........What are you thinking?"

Yoshino: "Ehh..."

As if it was not enough, a hand slipped inside my kimono.

Yoshino: "Yoshitsune-sama."

Yoshitsune: "Don't look away. I want you to see only me in your eyes."

A hand slips inside without undoing my obi and softly cupped my breasts.

Yoshino: "Mmm...... Ah....."

Yoshitsune: "Yes. Keep feeling me."

The heat of my body only grows hotter as his fingers play with my breasts drawing out the pleasure.

My whole body is on fire, from my head to toe, and my thoughts are not following me.

As if to take away even the last thought, Yoshitsune's lips are placed on top of mine.

(It's hot...I'm already...but...)

It was nice to see the passion in his eyes, and I really wanted to respond but....

----As I was thinking this, I suddenly lost my energy.

Yoshino: "Yoshitsune...sama...."

Yoshitsune: "Yoshino?"

I lost my strength and fell onto his body.

Yoshitsune: "What's wrong?"

Yoshino: "No, not at all....I just feel.... hotter than usual..."

(Maybe it's heatstroke.)

(---Also a burning heat spreads from where Yoshitsune-sama touched me.)

It was accompanied by an awful sweet tingle.

Yoshitsune-sama supports my back and gently lays my body down to the bed.

Yoshitsune: "I hadn't noticed. Looks like your having a heatstroke."

Yoshino: "I suppose that's part of it but....Today, Yoshitsune felt even hotter than usual."

Yoshitsune: "......!"

Yoshitsune(blushing): "So, it was partly my fault, too. I'm sorry I asked for it on instinct. I put you through a lot."

Yoshino: "No, don't apologise. It's not that I hated it. Besides...I'm glad you love me so much."

When I hurriedly told him, Yoshitsune-sama smiled happily.

Yoshitsune: "Thank you."

He squinted and kisses a bunch of my hair.

It was just a very gentle gesture that made my heart tighten.

Yoshitsune: "Then I'll sleep with you tonight."

With that said, Yoshitsune-sama lies next to me.

But----

(What should I do? I can't get rid of the heat in my body.)

The heat was still building up in my body because I had been raised halfway.

My heart is beating fast and I can't stop it.

After so much worrying....

Yoshino: "Um, Yoshitsune-sama."

Yoshitsune: "What's up?"

I touched Yoshitsune-sama's arm and he looked at me curiously.

Yoshino: "Mm....It's still hot. Could you please take off my clothes? I'm sure it would help..."

Yoshitsune: "....!"

It was my own distant invitation to continue. But when I see the surprised face of Yoshitsune-sama I immediately regretted it."

Yoshino: "S-Sorry. Forget what I said just now..."

(What a petty request I've made.)

I was so embarrassed that I hid my face.

Then I suddenly felt a light kiss on my forehead.

Yoshitsune: "Don't hide."

When he said this, I looked at him and saw that Yoshitsune-sama was having a sexy smile on his face.

Yoshitsune: "I'd love to see and love all of you."

The hand of the smiling Yoshitsune-sama rested on my obi.

Yoshitsune: "....Tonight, I'll do as you wish."

Yoshitsune-sama untied my obi and opened my kimono.

Yoshino: "Nn...."

The warm air makes my skin crawl with shame.

Yoshitsune-sama's fingertips traced my skin, just faintly touching my curves, and then he continued where he had left off.

Yoshino: "Ah."

Yoshitsune: "When I'm in contact with you, I feel better than I ever have in my life."

The fingers moving with such a gentle whisper are different from the driving movements of earlier.

It melts so slowly that it becomes tedious and makes you feel sad in the pit of your stomach.

Yoshitsune: "Don't worry, I won't make love to you tonight. But I can satisfy you as it is. ....See, just feel my fingers."

The hand that had been loving my breasts slides down to my legs.

Yoshino: "Nn...Nyaa........ah.."

Just as Yoshitsune-sama said, I was gently led to pleasure----

Yoshitsune: "Beautiful."

He looked down at me with lustful eyes and smiled as I trembled.

The look on his face makes my heart tighten sweetly again.

(I'm happy... but I really want to be with you, Yoshitsune-sama...)

When I unconsciously reached out to Yoshitsune-sama, my hand was grabbed and his lips were pressed softly against mine.

Yoshitsune: "No, you mustn't. This is my day to please you. I want to hear your pretty voice. .....Let me see more of you in action."

Yoshino: "Ah.....-----"

That night Yoshitsune-sama continues to extract only sweet pleasure from me....

But that didn't stop the fire from smoldering deep inside me.

.....................

(------......Mm.)

I woke up from a deep sleep and before I knew it, it was morning.

(The heat has been subsided a little...? Good.)

(Hmmm? Where is Yoshitsune-sama?)

Yoshitsune-sama, who was supposed to be by my side when I wake up was not here.

(Maybe he went back to his room.)

When I was thinking about this, Yoshitsune-sama just opens the door and walks inside.

Yoshino: "Ah, good morning. Yoshitsune-sama."

Yoshitsune: "You're up. It's getting hotter and hotter... is it too much for you? You should relax more. "

It's certainly been a hot and sweaty morning.

Yoshino: "Thank you for your concern. But I feel much better after sleeping. I'm sorry you had to go through all that last night."

I feel sorry and ashamed to even remember it.

Yoshitsune: "I hope you don't mind because it's my fault too, and of course I'd be happy to make love to you, but I don't want to put anyone I love through too much."

He smiled softly and tried to touch my cheeks...

Suddenly, Yoshitsune-sama withdrew.

(Hm?)

Yoshitsune: "....Yes. If you're feeling well, there's a place I'd like to take you to. Will you come with me?"

Yoshino: "Yes. I'm feeling fine now."

.........................

Having made my preparations, I was mounted on Yoshitsune-sama's horse and we left the palace together.

Yoshitsune: "The sun is hot, but please be patient. We'll be in the woods soon."

Yoshino: "Where are we going?"

Yoshitsune: "There is an ice-house(Himuro) in the mountains, a little further away, owned by our army. There's a house near there where the man I've asked to look after the ice-house lives, so that's where we're going."

Yoshino: "Ice-house, huh?"

An ice-house is a cave or earth dug cave in which ice is kept frozen for the winter.

(I hear that in summer, people of high rank sometimes use ice to cool down...)

(It's too exclusive for a commoner like me....)

Yoshitsune: "It's a good place for storing ice, and it's a bit cooler than being in the mansion. I can't let you stay there alone, it's only for one night..... Please, just for today and tomorrow, let us be comfortable. This is a consolation trip for you, who regularly serves as a pharmacist."

Yoshino: "Yoshitsune-sama...."

(Is that why you took me on a secret trip, just the two of us?)

My heart was filled with love.

Yoshino: "Thank you for your concern. I'm very happy."

Yoshitsune: "You don't have to thank me. Just relax."

I was so happy that I couldn't stop thinking about it.

(I wonder if Yoshitsune-sama would touch me if we are in a cooler place.)

It reminds me of Yoshitsune-sama, who tried to touch my cheek this morning, but withdrew his hand halfway, as if in a panic.

(I'm glad you're worried, but I feel lonely when you don't touch me.)

(We'll be able to spend time together.....)

At that point, I remembered the touch we had last night, and the heat rose to my cheeks.

Yoshitsune: "Yoshino? You look red. .....Are you not feeling well?"

Yoshino: "Ah, no. It's nothing."

Yoshitsune-sama looked at me curiously as I panicked.

After that----

After passing through the forest and coming out on a wide hill, Yoshitsune-sama found a shady spot and stopped his horse.

Yoshitsune: "Let's have a little rest here. You'll want to wipe off the sweat."

Yoshino: "Yes."

(It's very nice weather today.)

Sitting in the shade of a tree, listening to the cicadas.

As we squint in the pleasant breeze, Yoshitsune-sama shares the water he brought.

Yoshitsune: "Here, stay hydrated."

Yoshino: "Thank you. ....Mm delicious. Something about it tastes even better than usual."

Yoshitsune: "There's nothing special about the water. Were you that thirsty?"

Yoshino: "Yes, that may be a part of it, but.... what do you call it? I'm sure there's something to be said for being able to gaze out at the scenery before us, together with Yoshitsune-sama. .....It's really nice."

Then Yoshitsune-sama's eyes relaxed softly and he laughed softly.

Yoshitsune: "I'm glad you're well. You don't look like a person who was boiling yesterday, with your face all red."

Yoshino: "Mm...don't tease me like that."

Yoshitsune: "? If you say so."

It's embarrassing, though I'm sure Yoshitsune-sama doesn't want to make fun of me at all.

Yoshitsune: "But....."

Suddenly Yoshitsune-sama's face approaches.

(Ah.......)

Before I know it, his lips were on mine.

Once lightly, the second kiss was a little more forceful.....

He touches his lips with mine softly, somewhat as if he is checking my reaction.

Yoshitsune: "....In the end, I couldn't bear it and stole it."

Talking to himself, Yoshitsune-sama sealed his lips against mine again.

Yoshino: "Yoshitsune...sama...."

Yoshitsune(blushing): "........."

The nape of my neck is drawn in and I am kissed slowly and sweetly.

(We're just touching our lips together.... but it feels so good.)

It's easy to light a sweet fire in my heart, and when my breath involuntarily mixes with the heat....

Yoshitsune stepped aside as if in a huff.

Yoshitsune: "....If I ask you more, you'll feel hot again. I'm sorry. I thought that now that you're feeling better I might be allowed to kiss you, and I couldn't help myself."

Yoshino: "No, please don't apologize."

(Rather, I want you too....)

I'm a little hesitant and unsure about saying what I really think about this time.

Then Yoshitsune-sama, being Yoshitsune-sama, casts down his eyes melancholy.

Yoshitsune: "Last night was certainly satisfying and I certainly I don't want to overwhelm you, but.... when I'm in front of you, thoughts immediately flutter."

(Mm.......!)

Yoshitsune: "It's not easy, is it? .....it's love."

Yoshitsune-sama smiled slightly and squinted his eyes gently, but a little sadly.

Yoshitsune: "---When the horse is ready, we'll go. You can rest a little longer."

After saying that, Yoshitsune-sama went to look after the horse.

With a throbbing heart, my eyes followed his back.

(Yoshitsune-sama is so sweet.)

But on the other hand, a feeling of frustration swells in my heart.

(I wish you could have touched me.... I should have been honest with you.)

........................

Then, after a short ride, we arrived at the house where we would stay tonight.

But......

Yoshitsune: "Why is there no one here? I've sent word ahead, so they should be here to pick us up."

Yoshino: "What happened?"

While we were wondering about this----

Servant: "Y-Yoshitsune-sama!"

Yoshitsune: "......!"

Servant: "I apologize for not being able to welcome you on your arrival."

One of the servants, who was in charge of the ice house, must have noticed our arrival and rushed over to us.

Yoshitsune: "That's fine. But it's unusual, what's going on? "

Servant: "Yes. A little while ago I received the news that Yoshitsune-sama would be coming, and I have been making preparations. Since you're here, I thought I'd offer you some shaved ice. But..."

(But?)

Servant: "In fact, when we went to the ice house, we noticed that the entrance had been opened by someone."

Yoshitsune: "Really?"

Servant: "Yes! And there are still signs of people inside. That's why I'm going to try and get them out of the ice house."

Yoshitsune: ".....I'll come too."

Yoshino: "Yes, me too."

Servant: "Very well. Allow me to lead the way."

...................

The servants went into the cave, which was used as an ice house, and we both followed them.

(It's dark....)

The servant who is going ahead of us and their steps were light.

A little behind, as we went deeper in, and my sweat was soon chilled by the cold air.

(It's chilly....)

I unconsciously rubbed my arm and Yoshitsune-sama, who was walking along with me, immediately noticed and turned his gaze towards me.

Yoshitsune: "Are you feeling cold?"

Yoshino: "Yeah, it's way cooler than I expected."

Yoshitsune-sama's hand, also slightly chilled, gently touched my cheek.

Yoshitsune: ".....hot and cold. Your body is so delicate. But that's why you have to be cherished. After we finish this, I'll warm you up soon. ...I'm good at sharing my warmth with you."

(Ah.........)

He whispered to me in a hushed voice and the sweetness of his voice made my heart flutter.

(When you say something like that, it keeps my expectation high....)

Servant: "----Yoshitsune-sama. We are here."

The voice of the servant who had been walking ahead of us told us that we had reached the end of the cave.

There is also ice stored there.

Yoshitsune: "There don't seem to be a soul in sight...."

Yoshino: "You're right."

And when I stepped in----

Strange man: "...Haa!"

(Ehhh......?)

Yoshitsune: "Yoshino!"

Suddenly a man jumped out of the shadows and came towards us, swinging a square timber in a messy way.

However, Yoshitsune-sama avoided it without any difficulty and grabbed his hand that was about to hit me.

Yoshitsune: "....I won't allow you to hurt her."

Strange man: "Ah!?"

The square timber falls from the man's hand and Yoshitsune-sama twisted the man's arm.

Strange man: "Ngh damn!!!"

Woman: "Anata! Are you alright....!?" (I hope you all know what 'Anata' means.)

(Eh?)

A woman who has been hiding in the shadows comes out to our surprise.

She quickly rushes to the man's side almost in tears.

Strange man: "You....! Idiot, didn't I tell you not to come out!"

Woman: "But.....Nn."

The man looks at the woman as if he cares for her.

He was no longer as stern as he had been when he had attacked me.

(Oh, they are....)

The woman looked very unwell and her steps were unsteady.

And the man, on closer inspection, didn't have the bad looks of a mugger.

Yoshitsune-sama looked at me for a moment, as if he too felt uncomfortable.

Yoshitsune: "Who are you two?"

Man & Woman: ".........."

Anxiously, the woman grabbed the man's sleeve.

When the man saw her, he gave her a little reassuring smile.

He opened his mouth as if he had made up his mind.

Man: "Ngh...We didn't come here with an intention of stealing ice."

We were told that they were a married couple, passing through on their way here.

Man: "But this morning my wife had a heatstroke and came down with a fit. She wanted somewhere to rest, and I found this ice house... to cool his fever."

Woman: "It's my fault, I'm sorry...."

Man: "No, I'll take the punishment for entering without permission! So please, please spare my wife...."

The woman bows deeply to the ground and the man hangs on desperately fearing for his wife.

Yoshino: "Yoshitsune-sama-----"

Yoshitsune: "....It's fine. There is no harm."

Before I could ask for forgiving them, Yoshitsune-sama took a short breath and easily released the man.

Yoshitsune: "I don't blame you. So please raise your head."

Man: "Eh, really!?"

Woman: "No punishment....?"

Yoshitsune: "I would not have forgiven if he had hurt Yoshino. But thankfully she's not hurt. And besides....she will be eventually begging me to forgive you two."

(Yoshitsune-sama.........)

Even if I don't put it in words, he clearly understands how I feel and it makes my chest warm.

I was relieved to see the couple looking so relieved and caring for each other.

I gently snuggled towards Yoshitsune-sama.

Yoshino: "Thank you, Yoshitsune-sama."

Filled with happiness, I thanked him.

(Mm......)

He pulled me gently by the hand and kissed me there.

Yoshitsune: "No need to thank me. I've come to understand a little bit what it'd like to be in the presence of someone you love suffering and want to do something about it. Because just as this man cares for his wife, so I will always care for you."

Yoshino: "Yoshitsune-sama...."

Yoshitsune: "---A man is always weak in front of the one he truly loves the most."

Premium END

#ikemen series #ikemen genjiden #ikemen genjiden yoshitsune #otome #cybird #cybird otome #cybird ikemen #ikemen series story event

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sunflowerdigs · 3 years

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So, I did a little sarcastic-y review from the salt mines for RNM 3x09. Warnings for excessive sodium content, Maribel mourning, a desire to recycle cardboard, and, of course, Malex opinions. Without further ado:

- Every time Michael smiles I forget for like 5 whole seconds how much I hate that Malex keeps me shackled to this show. Too cute that he brought Alex lunch (and probably hoped he could sneak a glimpse of him) and they're going on their first date (omg omg omg).❤❤❤❤❤

- Kyle should yell at people more. Starting with his garbage friends who left him in a barn without proper triage or jello cups while he was in a coma (why didn't they just keep him at DS if he's having appointments there anyway? Nevermind... ). Alas, he's starting his understandable rage tour with Uncle Edgelord, who, naturally, makes a dramatic statement and tries to leave. I am so glad Kyle called him on that.

- Delmanes would be cute if Greg didn't have the personality of cardboard. They've created a character who is actually only here to remind us of how special and amazing Maria is. Turns out that's not super interesting. And it's so painfully obvious that it's a pair-your-spares situation. I really wish they'd just give her Kyle, he has the patience of a saint. Anyway, Isobel's pigtails are cute af (rip my Isobel/Maria/Kyle heart - I would have taken Isobel interrupting Delmanes and Heather's post with pigtails today as signs if not for genetics).

- Anatsa and Isobel's development seems to have taken place completely off-screen, like everything else gay on this show, so I'm guessing it's gonna stick. Honestly...I guess this is controversial but Isobel and Maria have really good chemistry and a history. I know their bond is supposed to read "sibling" but it doesn't for me. And rather than waste time watching them flirt with these one-note (ah, Greg chimes in right on time with a convenient line any rando could have delivered) LIs, I'd much rather see them get closer. The whole related thing has thrown a wrench into it for me. That said, it's nice to watch a woman be encouraged to go after another woman. 🎉

- Alex the sci-fi/fantasy nerd figuring out immediately that the hallucination is his own subconscious is 100% legit. Much like Kyle not letting his uncle pull a classic tall-dark-and-broody exit, I appreciate Alex's 4th-wall break moment.

- Not Max and Liz proving that discussions about s2 drama can occur on Roswell New Mexico?! What? Must be a straight thing. Lucky them.

- Isobel is actually acting a lot like Sherlock Holmes when he's on a case, from the wardrobe to the focus, and it's hot. Also, totally believable that Isobel would be able to pull up that pod from under the ice because we know she's been training even if it didn't happen onscreen. Because she told us. Just a suggestion.

- I love the idea of Jim Valenti as a double-agent, but I don't see how Eduardo thought he could keep Kyle safe by never knowing him. It feels like there's a lot more here Eduardo isn't saying.

- It wasn't a sister-fight that Maria and Isobel had, but whatever (no one got physically shoved or brought up a horrifying memory from 100000 years ago to shove in someone's face in public - doesn't count).

- Also, why would you waste a glass by throwing it into the fireplace? Wouldn't it just explode back in your face? Man, the show is trying so hard with Maria and Greg, I want to give them some kind of romance-novel award for effort (but not success).

- Not Liz and Max showing us that it's possible to move forward by discussing your past mistakes like adults instead of pretending they didn't happen!? What? Must be a straight thing. Lucky them.

- Draw a line on the bottle? No way, Valenti, he obviously wants you to chuck that whole thing straight into the fire in a fit of passion to prove that his words had an emotional impact.

- Also, Kyle wins the prize for this episode for that speech to Uncle Edgelord. Everyone go home. When do I get a Kyle and Alex spin-off where they travel the world, defying sci-fi tropes and seducing beautiful men and women?

- Not Liz and Max talking loudly about aliens while breaking and entering! This one is actually very believable, I take it back.

- It was idiotic of Liz to trust Heath. And Echo keep having this same fight because MAX IS RIGHT BUT THE SHOW WON'T LET HIM BE. Which is so obnoxious. I would forgive Liz for almost any sin (like, idk, getting a better romantic storyline because she's straight) because she's gorgeous and smart and tough and I wanna go live with her and her mad scientist energy on a deserted island somewhere. But she's being real dumb rn.

- I love the t-shirt and if Vlambase doesn't sell one I will. But he couldn't have held up a radio and blasted some Barry White? I feel like that would have cleared everyone but Alex put of the building real fast. Also, what is time on Roswell NM? Was Alex just setting the alarm every so often for kicks? Does Eduardo really not check in on staff who are working with dangerous technology for days on end? Also, why is this entire plot happening over a single goddamn episode instead of two or more so that we can really feel Alex wasting away under the machine's influence? The reason this twist is at all surprising is also the entire plot's undoing - Alex's demeanor wasn't exactly one of a man obsessed (or an addict, tbh) in his last scene.

- Anyway, back to Rizzoli and Isles. I definitely am always super excited to hear the details of my sister's sex life. All the time. That is totally a sister thing except where it's really not. Do any of these writers actually have a sister? I feel like they must because the Michael/Max/Isobel sibling chemistry is always bang on but Maribel is just...flirty lady city. Oh, and look, the beard just showed up with coffee to cockblock - it really is R&I!

- Back to Alex's plot line, which, much like Isobel's coffee, is Express To-Go. He's become haggard and worn in the time it's taken Michael's mom to find a cute sweater in the void. Seriously, we wasted like 3 whole episodes where Alex was presumably sitting in DS twiddling his thumbs and now he's being worn down by the machine in a single episode? Why didn't this plot start back in episode 3 or 4? Like...look, I don't come on here to be an asshole. But I just really hope they're taking note of what worked this season and what didn't because HOLY PACING FIASCO BATMAN. Just because you're giving us Malex doesn't mean everything else can just be hot garbage (not the acting, Taylor's doing his best to sell this). Also, when did Alex put his leg back on? I have so many questions but they aren't the good kind, so Michael better ride in soon and save this mess.

- Regarding what Nora is saying, it's fine, it makes sense but the zero build up makes it completely ineffective. Alex is afraid he doesn't love enough - it would have been nice to see that over several episodes instead of just being told in a burst of sudden exposition but, you know. Nice straight things we can't have, I guess.

- If Michael and Alex want their relationship to "purr" they could, idk, talk through their past misunderstandings like people in relationships do. Or the show could keep throwing exposition bombs at them, idek.

- Are those empty toilet paper rolls inside the machine? I knew the CW was budget but come on...

- And we finally get the Heath connection and it's to our brand new trope-y character, Wise Old Black Man Dallas. It's surprising but only because the 4th alien didn't exist before this episode. So, good job.

Overall, not the worst episode of RNM ever. I only wondered why I watch this show maybe 3 times this episode. And Michael's enthusiasm for Alex was adorable.

#malex #roswell new mexico #review #rnm spoilers #3x09

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mallowstep · 3 years

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i hit two hundred followers so here take this series of scenes set in the misty au's version of shattered sky

"The wounded stay with me," Darktail says.

Violetpaw watches as Mistystar bares her teeth, her claws extended. Minnowtail presses her nose against Mistystar's shoulder. "Mistystar," she starts, looking back over the gathered cats, "we can't..."

Feathertail struggles to sit up. "It's alright, Mistystar," she says. "We'll be okay. It's not worth it." Her ear pivots, and she blinks affectionately, despite the tremble in her voice.

"Feathertail," Mistystar says, filled with a pain that makes Violetpaw's heart twist, but she closes her eyes. "Very well. But — we'll come back for all of you. I promise." Her fur bristles, and Minnowtail brushes against her shoulder.

"You should at least let us take our fallen," Minnowtail says.

"That carrion? Forget it, flea-pelt."

Minnowtail growls, bristling, and Mistystar's eyes shine with rage, but she steps past her deputy. "We can't leave them here," Minnowtail says, but she looks at the injured RiverClan cats.

"We don't have a choice," Mistystar snaps. "Fine, Darktail. But we will be back."

"I'm sure you will," Darktail mocks, as RiverClan turns towards the lake. "Feel free to cross my territory on your way to ThunderClan. They're weak and tenderhearted; they're bound to take you in."

Stormheart is the last RiverClan cat to leave. He's only a heartbeat behind the rest, but Violetpaw sees his ears twitch towards Feathertail, dipping his head slightly. He hurries to keep pace with the rest of his Clan, and Violetpaw looks away.

* * *

"I've brought you some more food," Violetpaw says. "And I'm careful. Darktail won't find out. Come on, eat."

Needletail blinks at her, and snatches the vole, but doesn't eat it. She carries it to the RiverClan prisoners, placing it between them. "Violetpaw's here again. She's brought you some food."

"Thank StarClan," Brackenpelt breathes. Violetpaw watches as they devour the vole, with only a few mouthfuls between them.

"We can't hang on like this," Mintfur says. "Darktail is the cruelest cat I've ever known."

Feathertail snorts. "It could be worse."

Brackenpelt spins her head to stare at Feathertail, open-mouthed. "How could—" Feathertail flicks her ear, and Brackenpelt cuts herself off. "Well — still, he shouldn't speak like that. Violetpaw is one of Darktail's cats."

"I'm sure Darktail's cats are in the habit of sneaking us extra prey," Feathertail says. Needletail dips her head approvingly towards her.

"I made a mistake," Violetpaw agrees. "But I'm trying to find a way to help you."

"Don't do anything stupid," Needletail says. "It won't do any of us good if—"

Violetpaw flicks her tail urgently at Zelda and Yarrowleaf's approach, and Needletail sinks down, as Violetpaw slinks back into the open.

* * *

"Violetpaw?" Needletail blinks softly at her. She crouches beside Needletail, her paws thrumming with energy, with hope, from finally having a plan. Having a way out.

"I had to talk to you. I've been to ThunderClan and spoken to Alderheart."

"I told you not to do anything stupid," Needletail whispers, and Violetpaw flicks her tail impatiently.

"We have a plan to get you and the prisoners out! I promise, all of you are going to be fine."

Needletail's eyes close, and Violetpaw hesitates, trying to figure out if she had fallen asleep again. But her eyes open a slit. "All of this that's happening to me...It's not your fault, Violetpaw. All the mistakes we made were mine."

She purrs, weakly, and Violetpaw presses her face against Needletail. "That doesn't matter now. Don't worry about anything. I'm going to get you out of here."

Needletail shakes her head. "Don't take risks for me, Violetpaw. You have to survive, anyway you can." Her eyes close, and Violetpaw listens to her breathing slow.

She didn't care what Needletail said — she would get them out of here.

* * *

Alderheart turns his gaze to the RiverClan prisoners. Feathertail is lying against Mistystar, and the others aren't far from her, all four of them panting and exhausted. Mistystar watches him anxiously.

"They're — these wounds are shallow," he reassures her. "They should all be alright."

"We're fine," Feathertail says. "I got one of them, Mistystar. Was gonna claw their ear off."

Mistystar purrs. "You're safe now," she says. "Mothwing and Willowshine will be here soon, and..."

Alderheart turns away, focusing on the surrounding discussion. His heart aches for Violetpaw and Needletail — Darktail must have killed them. But Squirrelflight is right. Even if he did look for them, what hope did he have?

"We have to get these cats to ThunderClan, to let the medicine cats treat them properly."

"Excuse me?" Mistystar draws herself up, her tail wrapping around Feathertail. "This is RiverClan territory. There's no way we're going to leave it for Darktail to take over again."

Bramblestar starts to justify leaving, and Alderheart sees RiverClan reunite with the prisoners.

"Besides," he concludes, "your cats need more care than you can give them here, and your medicine cats are still in our camp."

"He's right," Feathertail says. "We've got a lot of rebuilding to do." She presses her temple against Mistystar's shoulder. "It's not — our camp yet."

As RiverClan prepares to leave, Alderheart watches a warrior greet Icewing eagerly. Mistystar sits with Feathertail, and Frogheart and Hawkfrost surround her.

"I know it's hard," Squirrelflight says, "but — you should be proud. Your plan helped a lot of cats."

At the cost of Needletail and Violetpaw's lives, Alderheart adds.

* * *

Mistystar's heart stops when she sees the fighting.

Feathertail bristles with rage, but Mistystar can't see from here if she's been hurt. Minnowtail follows her gaze, silently folding her ears. RiverClan warriors burst into their own camp, and although Mistystar loses track of Feathertail, she can see the determination in all of RiverClan.

ThunderClan and ShadowClan are fighting for their sake, for justice, for fear of what will happen if they fail to drive Darktail out. But RiverClan is fighting for home and kin. There is one ending to this battle, and it is the one where they win.

When Darktail calls a retreat, it is a vicious thing that snarls with joy inside Mistystar. She wants to chase after him, but that will come with time. For now, she ducks through ShadowClan warriors picking over the details of their own treason.

Feathertail is lying on the ground, next to the other prisoners. Brackenpelt is the only one with her eyes open, and Mistystar tilts her ears softly. They're all alive, if weak. Brackenpelt nudges Feathertail softly, and she blinks, her eyes focusing in on Mistystar.

"You're here!" she chirps, pushing to her feet.

Mistystar purrs, bunting her temple against Feathertail. "I told you we were coming back for you, minnow."

"What about the rest of us?" Mintfur says, but he purrs. "We knew you wouldn't leave us."

Feathertail presses into Mistystar, and she lies down, running her tongue over Feathertail's pelt. "I'd be a terrible leader if I left you," she says, pressing her nose into Feathertail's neck. She smells sick, but she doesn't feel hot.

Icewing licks Mintfur's shoulder. "They never stood a chance. Cowards and traitors, the lot of them." She blinks softly. "Wish I got more strikes in."

Mistystar hears pawsteps, and she pulls away from Feathertail. Alderheart's whiskers twitch, looking over her cats.

"They're...these wounds are shallow. They should be alright."

Mistystar looks back at them. Their pelts are pulled taut over their ribs, and she doubts any of them could stand without much assistance. She's not sure what standard ThunderClan trains its medicine cats up to, but it's clearly not high enough.

As if she can read Mistystar's thoughts, Feathertail lifts her head slightly. "We're fine." She lowers her head again, and continues, softer, "I got one of them, Mistystar. Was gonna claw their ear off."

Mistystar purrs, part in surprise and part in pride. Feathertail's eyes close, and Mistystar presses her temple against Feathertail's head. "You're safe now. Mothwing and Willowshine will be here soon, and we'll rebuild the dens..."

Feathertail purrs, and Mistystar lets her eyes close. If she is showing favoritism, she trusts RiverClan will understand. Still, she listens to the discussion, and when she hears Squirrelflight say, "We have to get these cats to ThunderClan, to let the medicine cats treat them properly," she sits up as fast as she can without jolting Feathertail.

"Excuse me?" They have fought a battle for RiverClan's home, and Squirrelflight thinks they will simply leave? "This is RiverClan territory. There's no way we're going to leave it for Darktail to take over again."

Bramblestar starts to babble about Darktail's goals and territory, as RiverClan begins to surround the rescued cats. Beetlewhisker lies next to his parents, and Owlnose and Jayclaw have put aside their bickering to reunite with their sister.

When Bramblestar finishes, Feathertail presses her temple against Mistystar's shoulder. It is a familiar gesture, but an old one, and Mistystar is not surprised at the fury that rises in her. "He's right," she says. "We've got a lot of rebuilding to do. It's not — our camp yet."

Mistystar takes a breath. She knows why. Truthfully, she has as much interest as being in camp as she has interest in inviting Darktail back to her territory. It smells of rot, their dens have been destroyed or desecrated, and there is a pile of refuse that is far too familiar for Mistystar's liking.

So she dips her head. ThunderClan, RiverClan, what matters is that they are together.

Like cracking ice, whatever invisible force had held the other warriors back dissipates. All four of the cats will need help getting back, and it's sure to take them the rest of the night, if not much of the morning. Frogheart and Hawkfrost press against Feathertail, and she purrs.

"They didn't hurt you, did they?" Frogheart asks, nuzzling her shoulder.

"I'll have you know I attacked them," she says. Frogheart purrs.

"Mothwing told us to tell you the only reason she's not here is because Mistystar ordered her to stay home," Hawkfrost adds, and Mistystar snorts.

"And a good thing I did. The three of you would crush her."

Feathertail leans her head against Hawkfrost. Her eyes flutter, and Mistystar sees her start to shiver.

"Let's start heading back," she says. She raises her voice slightly, looking to Brackenpelt, Icewing, and Mintfur. "All of you need food and a warm nest. There's no need to delay if we're not staying here."

She nods, and RiverClan stands. Frogheart looks nervously at Feathertail, but she licks his shoulder, rising to her feet and pressing against Mistystar.

"We're leaving together again," she mutters. "Well. I doubt I'll make it the whole way to ThunderClan, but I might as well try."

#yeah the last two take place at the same time #i was rewriting canon scenes but #i couldn't not write the mistystar and feathertail reunite scene #also this like #hasn't been edited or anything #i just wanted to write it and figured #since i hit a Major Milestone #i'd share #given that #it'll take me ages to get here #in published fics #mine #misty au

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drwcn · 4 years

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discordance!verse part 8(2/2): there are consequences to their actions, consequences they can’t avoid.

in which wwx is lxc’s husband through political alliance, and there is an affair.

[8.1] | [7] | [6] | [5] | [4] | [3] | [2] | [1] [synopsis] OR

see [discau tag] or [discordance navigation page] for all installments

Both 8.1 and 8.2 are posted on AO3 Chapter 4

The verdict came at dusk.

Yinzhu, Madam Yu's handmaid and bodyguard, bows to Jiang Yanli, "Da-xiao'jie, Wei-gongzi's presence is requested."

Over at jingshi, a senior Lan disciple does the same. "Zewu-jun, Hanguang-jun's presence is requested."

"Not to worry, A-Xian, we will go together."

"I shall go with you, Wangji."

"Da-xiao'jie -"

"Zewu-jun-"

"- the Elders request that he goes alone."

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When Wei Wuxian arrives at the Lan family's sacred ancestral hall, Lan Wangji is already there, kneeling alone before the altar, flanked by Gusu and Yunmeng's elders and their stern and silent gaze. He braves it without any signs of distress. His back is straight, his posture unbent and his spirit unbroken. Like him, Lan Zhan is dressed down in a plain white robe, no guan to hold up his hair, only a bare strip of white cloth.

To see him relatively well, Wei Wuxian releases the anxious breath he's been holding high in his chest. The last thing he remembers is passing out in Lan Zhan's arms in front of Songfeng Shuiyue. They were beating Lan Zhan with the whip…they were… And then Zewu-jun had arrived.

Of course Lan Zhan is fine. He is Hanguang-jun, Gusu's Second Jade, the second ranked cultivator of our generation…Lan Zhan is fine… he's fine…

Shijie tells him it's been seven days. Has it really? He wonders. Only just? Why does it feel like a lifetime has passed?

Eyes turn on him as he makes his first step into the abbey, and he's never more thankful for the potion the healers fed him pre-emptively than at that moment. He knows he must look a sight, as much as shijie has tried to clean him and make him proper. It could be so much worse; at least he is walking independently instead of being hoisted by disciples. The mixture of milk of poppy and cannabis extract dulls the fire burning along his back just enough for it to be bearable.

Shijie was none too unhappy that he has to trek all the way to the ancestral hall by himself, but Wei Wuxian is not so bothered. When one decides to bed one's husband's brother, it is only natural that one must prepare for the possibility that one's ass is going to get flayed. The situation as it is, his affair is a thing of public knowledge and his reputation is in tatters. Once, he had boasted to Xue Yang that if he, Wei Wuxian, is the second most shameless person in the cultivation world, then nobody would dare to be first.

It was truthfully a bit of an exaggeration, for he had been a beloved ward of Jiang Fengmian, Head Disciple of Yunmeng Jiang, the son of Cangse Sanren, and the fourth ranking cultivator of his generation.

Now… now he's just a problem. Even His mother would be ashamed.

Wei Wuxian stumbles, and the sound of his shuffling steps has Lan Wangji whipping around, eyes growing wide at the sight of him.

Do I really look so awful?

"Wei Ying!" He pushes to his feet but a single pulse of spiritual energy from an elder strikes him in the leg and forces his back onto his knees again. His porcelain mask crumbles and the raw pain underneath bleeds through.

A tinge of red seeps through the white of his robes, like a plum flower blooming amidst snow.

Wei Wuxian is suddenly acutely aware of the waning of Lan Zhan's cheeks and the pallor of his skin. Lan Zhan seems subdued somehow, almost as if… he's still confined by spiritual locks.

Without his cultivation, his wounds won't heal.

Worry lances Wei Wuxian in the chest, hot and sudden. Beneath his breast-bone, his physical heart aches within its cage. Struggling another three steps, he falls gracelessly onto his knees. His breath shakes, beads of cold sweat breaking across his temple and clinging to his hairline. The potion's numbness is starting to wear off, and the wave of pain rising inside him is almost enough to topple him to the ground. Still he holds on. He squeezes his eyes shut and gathers his breath, but he knows he must appear pathetic like this, half wasted before the Lan and Jiang Elders, Uncle, Madam Yu, and all of Gusu Lan's ancestors. No amount his usual shield of devil-may-care attitude could protect him now from his own sense of embarrassment.

"Wei Ying." Someone whispers his name. A firm grip finds his elbow, pulling him up.

Lan Zhan has shifted closer, so close in fact their thighs are almost touching. Cool, gentle fingers caress his face. He holds Lan Zhan's hand out of need and desperation.

Inexplicably, the elders allow this, but it doesn't bode well. Rather than perceiving it as leniency, Wei Wuxian is seized with dread.

Kindness is something one shows to a prisoner sentenced to die.

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Lan Wangji is terrified.

The fact that the elders of Gusu Lan and Yunmeng Jiang are able to deliberate and come to a consensus within half a day, that Yu Ziyuan and Lan Qiren can peacefully tolerate each other's presence without devolving into a shouting match, that neither xiong’zhang nor Jin-xiao-fu'ren are permitted to attend - are reasons for his frightful premonition.

There are candles and oil lamps lit all along the hall, illuminating the tomb plaques stacked neatly one row above the next up the wall of names.

With a nod from Madam Yu, Uncle rises from his seat and approaches him and Wei Ying. His expression is sullen and sad.

"Wangji, Wuxian. The Elders have discussed at length. Initially we had considered xiu'fu to be the most direct solution, but Yunmeng Jiang Sect has made it clear a divorce is not acceptable. After some convincing, Gusu Lan Sect concedes. Despite the rumours and the gossips, we recognize that you are both equal participants in this affair. Neither one is more guilty than the other…and in any case, Xichen himself is not the least bit bothered by any of this. The dissolution of your marriage, Wuxian, is not why we've summoned you both here today before our family's ancestors."

With a permissive gesture, Uncle beckons a Lan healer to enter the hall.

Lan Wangji's blood grows cold as the healer stops before him and Wei Ying, bows once, hands a tray to Lan Qiren containing two identical jade cups filled with clear liquids, and shuffles out without glancing once at either of them.

He hears Wei Ying inhale sharply, the fingers laced between his own squeeze impossibly harder.

So this is what it shall be.

Two cups of poisons to end the scandal, to wash them of their sins, and to restore honour to its rightful place.

Lan Wangji looks to the man he loves with his entire being, and finds Wei Ying's equally panicked eyes staring back at him.

This can't be real.

"Shufu -" Lan Wangji inches forward on his knees. Wei Ying has already taken three hundred and one lashes for him and nearly lost his life in process. He's never owed Lan Wangji anything, and even if he did, surely the debt's been paid in full and then some. He doesn't deserve this. "Shufu - shufu, forgive Wei Ying! This is my fault - "

Lan Wangji is the instigator. Since that first night at the wedding banquet, he's lost control of himself. Wei Ying annoyed him, yes, but only a little. Even since day one, Lan Wangji was able to recognize that Wei Wuxian from Lotus Pier has wit, spontaneity, and heart. His talent with a sword impress even those that disliked him, and he wields it with a sense of right and wrong that is fluid and innate, and has nothing to do with the rigid precepts carved in stone.

Lan Wangji fell without realizing, without warning, slow and sudden all at once.

He envied Lan Xichen who had all of Wei Ying and didn't know it, didn't treasure it. He envied Jiang Wanyin who held Wei Wuxian's sworn loyalty as brother, as family. He envied Jiang Yanli, who could draw the light to Wei Ying's eyes with a simple well-wishing letter and a smile from his lips that was warmer than the hearth in a winter storm, than the sunrise on a summer day.

He envied them because they had so much of Wei Ying and he had so little and wanted so much, but now he has everything…

…and what a price his desires demand.

"Shufu - Madam Yu -" Lan Wangji turns to the matriarch of Yunmeng Jiang and knocks his forehead to the ground. "Please believe me, this is entirely Wangji's doing. Wei Ying is innocent! If anyone is guilty, it is Wangji!"

"No! Lies!" Wei Ying protests, pushing Lan Wangji out of the way to say, "Don't listen to him, it's my fault- I -"

"That's enough." Lan Zonghui interrupts the youngsters' panicked tirade, always the cold voice of reason. "Perhaps you should allow your uncle to finish."

Lan Qiren grimaces, as though he can't make himself continue. Tightening his grip on the tray, and he says, "This transgression goes beyond the breaking of vows or the marriage of two individuals. The dignity of two great sects are at jeopardy. Since you are the ones who started it, you must be the ones to finish it. You must've known the consequences of your sins when you both chose this insane course of action, so we ask nothing but that you find the decency and courage to face them. Neither Gusu Lan nor Yunmeng Jiang are the deciders of your fates. As you are both equally at fault, to blame one over the other would be unjust. Therefore," He presents them with the cups.

"Only one is laced with poison. Which one you choose to drink is entirely up to you."

Lan Wangji's head is light, and he barely thinks before he asks out right, "Why not both?"

Lan Zonghui tilts his head curiously. "Do you think you deserve to die together?"

Of course not. That would be too kind.

Wei Ying closes his eyes as tears fall.

"What do you intend to do with the other?" ask Lan Wangji, glaring up at Lan Zonghui with mutiny in his eyes.

"Seclusion, to repent for your sins -"

"Wei Ying!"

Lightning fast, Wei Wuxian has already swallowed the content of cup closest to him and is reaching for the second cup.

It did occur to Lan Wangji earlier that if he moves quickly enough, he can grab both and drink both, but while he wrangled with how to best execute his plan, Wei Wuxian is already in motion.

Lan Wangji shouts something incoherent as the others in the room gasp. His powers may be sealed, but Wei Wuxian is carrying the wound of three hundred lashes. Even now, they are evenly matched. Lan Wangji knocks his hand out of the way at the very last second, stealing the second cup right out from under his reach and downs it in one go.

The drink tastes like nothing. Like water.

No…

He stares at the cup in hand then up at Wei Ying, assuming the worst, but Wei Wuxian is staring back at him with equal terror, seemingly not in any kind of danger. He must've tasted water too.

Was it… was it a test?

Lan Wangji dares to hope. He looks to his uncle, "shuf-", but then he feels it.

It's not pain, but he feels it, crawling up from his belly and overtaking him inch by inch. He lurches forward, falling onto his palms, the jade cup clattering to the ground.

"Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying collects him in his arms and shakes him furiously. "Lan Zhan!! Stop fooling around! You can't die, they're not going to let you die, I'm not going to let you die, so - stop it! Stop messing with me!! Stop pretending - Lan Zh- Lan Wangji if you die now I will never forgive you!!"

Lan Wangji tries to say something, but he can't. Death is heavy, like a woolen shroud coiling tighter and tighter around his body. He's already lost sensation of his limbs, and even his vision is starting to blur. Whatever the poison is, it works fast.

Wei Ying is full on sobbing now, all pretenses of composure gone.

Wei Ying… I couldn't protect you when I should have.

He wishes he could speak these words aloud, or to touch that lovely face one more time, but he is relieved nevertheless that fate chose him. It is the intolerance of their world that demands one of their lives, but Lan Wangji finds he cannot regret his actions, despite his life coming to an end. To have met Wei Ying was a gift, to have loved him was a blessing, and to die for him now is an honour. Even when he's gone, he knows Wei Ying will be taken care of; xiong'zhang would ensure that much even if he is powerless to stop the will of the Elders.

It should shock Lan Wangji how quickly he's made his peace with death.

Wei Ying's cries drown out his senses, and he wishes again that he could somehow comfort him. Of all the things that has happened since Su She discovered them in the back mountains, his own demise is one which he willingly accepts. Above all else, he refuses to go with a broken heart, because then it would all have been for naught.

Lan Wangji smiles. To spend the last moment on this earth in Wei Ying's arms is indeed not so bad.

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Wei Wuxian feels it the second Lan Zhan grows still in his arms. Eyes closed, a smile lingers on his peerless face.

"L-Lan Zhan…Lan Zhan!! Lan Zhan!!"

He's still warm, pliant. Soon, soon he won't be. No, no Wei Wuxian refuses to let this be the end. It just can't.

Still holding onto Lan Zhan, he lunges forward and grasps onto Lan Zonghui's robe hem beseechingly. "Elder, elder please help him!" But Zonghui shakes him off.

Wei Wuxian glances frantically back and forth at the stone faces around him, desperation and despair brewing into hysteria inside him. Then, he finds it, the one pair of eyes not glaring at him in cold condemnation but pity.

Gently setting Lan Zhan on the ground, Wei Wuxian tries to get up, but his body does not obey. The back of his thin white robe is already soaked through, the vigor of his earlier movement having undone all of the healer's work. Too far gone to care now, Wei Wuxian crawls forward on his elbows and knees until he reaches Yu Ziyuan.

"Yu-fu'ren, please, please I’m begging you, give Lan Zhan the antidote! There has to be an antidote, right?! There can still be a chance - I'll die- I can die right now if you want me to! But save Lan Zhan, save him please! He is Gusu's Lan-er-gongzi, Gusu's Second Jade, my husband's little brother! I've already ruined my marriage, my reputation, my standing amongst the cultivators! Zewu-jun is kind and magnanimous, but even he won't want me now, especially if Lan Zhan is dead because of me! What is the point of letting me live?!! There is no future for me anywhere, but there still a future for Lan Zhan! Yu-fu'ren - no - shimu, shimu please, A-Xian has never begged you for anything in this life, please, if for nothing else than the fact I have been raised under you wings, help me save Lan Zhan, please…"

Madam Yu slowly bends down, hooking her index finger under Wei Wuxian's chin and lifts it up. "You would die for Lan Wangji?"

His face blotchy and snotty from sobbing, Wei Wuxian hiccups. "I - I would. Right now if you wish it."

There's a beat.

"Wangji isn't dead."

It is Lan Qiren that speaks. Yu Ziyuan releases him. Wei Wuxian twists around to see Uncle's hand pressed against Lan Wangji's left carotid. "Just out cold. You'd know if you thought to check instead of letting appearances fool you."

Disbelieving, Wei Wuxian struggles back to Lan Zhan's side to verify for himself. With trembling hands, he turns Lan Zhan over and gathers him in his arms. Though he knows there is nothing to fear, he still can't help pressing two digits to Lan Zhan's neck, checking to make sure the precious pulse is still there. Sure enough, Lan Zhan's heartbeat is strong and his breathing deep and unlaboured.

Alive.

Wei Wuxian blinks, still reeling from the mental whiplash of the sudden revelation, but the steady thrumming beneath his fingertip coupled with comforting sight of that warm, flushed cheeks give him the courage he needs to face what is to come.

Lan Zonghui steps up to him and says, "You said so yourself. There is no future for you. Now you understand now why it always has to be you." From his qiankun sleeve, he retrieves a small porcelain bottle.

The real poison. Wei Wuxian realizes, sagging in relief. The irony of his emotions is not lost on him.

"What did you actually give us?"

"A strong anesthetic."

"Then… how come I'm not affected."

"The antidote to the anesthetic was laced into your pain medicine, which the healers gave you before you were summoned," Lan Qiren explains.

Sleeping…he's just sleeping. Thank god, oh thank god.

Lan Zhan is alive. He's going to be fine. But…Wei Wuxian grows worried again, imagining how Lan Zhan will react to his death once he comes to.

"What will you tell him? When he wakes up, he's going to realize you've tricked him." Lan Wangji can be the most stubborn when he's fixated on a goal. There's no telling what he would do. "You have to… you have to protect him from himself."

"He won't know. We will tell him that one cup had the poison and the other an anesthetic. The poison is slow acting while the anesthetic is fast."

"He will question it. Why the anesthetic? Why the smoke and mirrors?"

Lan Zonghui looks from him to the boy lying unconscious cradled against him. "Does he really want to be awake to watch his lover die in his arms as you just assumed you did? We will tell him it's mercy, so that the remaining party won't have to watch the process happen. He will be allowed to say goodbye to you at the sect funeral. We will grant him that."

"Sect funeral?" Echoed Wei Wuxian, surprised. "You… Gusu Lan Sect would bury me with honour? Even after…"

"That is the compromise." It is a Jiang Elder - Jiang Liliang, Wei Wuxian believes - who explains to him. "The Lans will recognize you as one of their own. No ceremony will be spared. In death, you will be given all honours and decorum befitting the husband of Sect Master Lan. The action of an individual should not affect the relations of two sects. This is a stance the elders of both our families unanimously share."

Wei Wuxian nods, understanding, finally calm after all that crying.

"I'm still worried about Lan Zhan. You must swear to -"

"Wangji will be under guard at all times until the funeral, after which he will be sent to sealed seclusion for three years. He won't have access to his powers or means to harm himself. Time dulls all pain. So too will Wangji's. Someday, you will just be a mistake of his youth."

A mistake of his youth…

Indeed.

Lan Zonghui picks up the cup Wei Wuxian had discarded on the ground and pours the content of the vial into it.

Wei Wuxian wonders what it actually is.

"Do you have any more questions?" Lan Qiren asks him, sullen but not unkind.

"None."

"Requests?"

Requests? Ah yes. Last rites. At least they let him have that, and if he may, there is in fact something he'd like to do.

"One."

"You may name it."

"Turn around."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I'd like to kiss Lan Zhan. One last time. So unless you'd rather watch me do it, turn around."

"Look around you, you insolent scoundrel!" One Lan Elder whose name he can't recall cries out in anger. "You're in the ancestral hall, Wei Wuxian! How dare you?!"

But Wei Wuxian hugs Lan Wangji close and swallows his pride. For what seems like the thousandth time since he arrived, he begs, not for himself, but for Lan Zhan.

"Please."

He expects that even after his death, he would be the smear in Hanguang-jun's otherwise pristine history, but he doesn't want to be just that, not completely. This, he will leave with Lan Zhan. Even if only one kiss out of their thousands is sanctioned, it will still be better than nothing.

One kiss, just one.

Perhaps they understood him, for Lan Qiren and Yu Ziyuan turn away without further protest, and Lan Zonghui too. Grumbling, the rest of the elders follow suit, displeased and somewhat disgusted by his shamelessness, but Wei Wuxian is due to die any second now, so they allow him this one offense.

"Sleep well, Lan-er-gege, I've gotta go now," he whispers for no one to hear.

Their last kiss is slow, chaste, and Wei Wuxian prays.

Lan Zhan, for yourself sake, I hope you can slowly feel less for me. I would hate to know you spent the rest of your very long life sad. But maybe...don't forget me completely? How does that sound? Or else I'd be a very sad ghost…

Lan Zhan... next life, let's not be brothers-in-law, hm? If you want, I'll wait for you, however long it takes I'll wait. When we meet again, I hope it's still at night. I never did tell you how beautiful you were under the moon.

I promised, I would never leave you, so I won't. You have me, as long as you want, you'll have me. As long as you want me with you, I am not gone.

Wei Wuxian says none of those things out loud, but the soft expression on his face as he smiles down at Lan Zhan must've spoken volumes. This is a man close to death, and yet his smile is kind, soft, and sincere.

Lan Qiren makes a low cough in the back of his throat, telling him time is up.

Wei Wuxian presses his lips one last time to Lan Zhan's forehead, and lets him go.

"I'm ready."

The healers on standby transport Lan Wangji's body to the infirmary.

Lan Zonghui stands before him with the solution to this disaster.

Wei Wuxian knows that as long as he dies, all of this can end. A decision unanimously agreed upon by Yunmeng Jiang and Gusu Lan, to all those who hear of his story, his death will not be an unfair sentence. There is no bias. No undeserved blame. It is...it is Wei Ying's lot in life to be the one chosen by fate to die. The gods must've seen that Lan Wangji is good and worthy of redemption. As long as he dies, faith and righteousness will be satisfied.

"What is it?" He asks Elder Zonghui curiously. 鹤顶红? Crane's crimson crown? Probably. That is the most likely.

"天子泪."

Emperor's Tears. Wei Wuxian almost laughs. Of course, of course it is.

"It tastes like Emperor's Smile, but it is not. It is a gentle poison and will take some time to take its effect."

It's funny, Wei Wuxian muses as the jade cup is presented to him, how such a lovely thing is to be the instrument that ends his life. He accepts it with both hands, obediently, bringing it close to his lips. The familiar aroma of the clear liquid makes him smile.

He bows thrice, properly, his forehead meeting the marbled ground with a dull thud each time.

Wei Wuxian takes his last drink with the same vigour as he took his first. Eyes closed, savouring every drop. Then, clasping his hands before his chest, he draws all the energy in his body and rights himself onto his knees, facing the altar.

"I, Wei Wuxian of Gusu Lan, repent before the forefathers. May you forgive my transgressions and release me from my mortal sins."

And protect Lan Zhan. He prays. For I will no longer be able to do it.

Briefly, he wonders if there are Gusu Lan forefathers with a sense of humour. For all this to play out front of them, surely the less uptight ancestors must be thoroughly entertained by the dramatics of it all. Death, he imagines, must get boring after a while. In any case, he'll find out soon for himself.

"I'd like to spend my last moments alone."

Lan Zonghui looks to Yu Ziyuan and then to Lan Qiren. An unspoken agreement passes between them. One after another, elders of the Lan and Jiang clan vacate the ancestral hall. The heavy doors grind against the hinge, a low somber moan, as it is pulled shut, leaving Wei Wuxian kneeling amongst the candlelight.

The slow poison is not so slow. Perhaps in his reduced state, its effect is amplified, for soon after he is left to himself the air in his lungs begins to burn. A gush of blood surges up his throat filling his mouth.

If he's honest…okay, he's a little scared. Just a tad.

Hey demons, it's me. Eighteenth level of hell here I come…

In his last conscious moments, his thoughts linger on the sweet tang of Gusu's Emperor's Tears, and of Lan Zhan that very first night standing alone under the eave, away from the wedding festivities, an ethereal figure basked in the moonlight. There is a force pulling him down, and he collapses under the weight of it, right there in front of the altar.

The world is dark before he even hit the ground.

He does not hear the clash of Shuoyue's energy against the entrance, blasting open the doors, but he does perhaps hear the fainting voice of his sister calling his name.

A-XIAN.

Dusk falls, night arrives, and Wei Wuxian is gone.

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Note:

[shimu 师母] - shi = teacher, mu = mother. The wife of one's shifu

#the untamed #wangxian #discordance #discau #cql #I'M SORRY #not really #lan xichen blew the door down #just fyi #but erm #too late #jiang cheng is not going to be happy #so this is chapter 4 on AO3 #after this it's gonna be a really really really long flash back from the beginning #the following part will be part 4 the wedding and then chronologically from there onwards

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I’ll Remember

Draco x Hufflepuff Reader

A/N: Reader shares dorm with a girl but other than that it is pretty gender neutral... I think. Crazy how I struggled to write a 1500 word paper but wrote this fic while procrastinating. Kind of fluff, kind of angsty at the beginning.

Description: You’re a brave Hufflepuff who has had to stand up to Draco Malfoy for the entirety of your time at Hogwarts. You decide to face the problem head on and... befriend him? Draco quickly warms up to the idea of becoming friends, and eventually crushes on reader.

Word Count: 4657

The Hufflepuff House is extremely underrated. We’re made fun of and thought of being not smart enough for Ravenclaw or not brave enough for Gryffindor or not as aspiring as Syltherins. All completely wrong. Hufflepuffs are also expected to be nice all of the time and never defend themselves, but Hufflepuffs will defend themselves and others. As a hufflepuff yourself, you’ve had to defend others from Draco Malfoy. You could see straight through his facade, he wasn’t a mean bully, just a misunderstood kid who was forced to grow up too fast.

Hufflepuffs and Slytherins shared Care of Magical Creatures together. “This right ‘ere is a niffler. Careful wit the fellers, they like ‘old and will take it from ye” Hagrid explains showing the cute thief off.

“Is that why you’re able to take care of it? You have nothing valuable you oaf, you’re the perfect caretaker” Draco scoffs as the Slytherins erupt into laughter. You could see Hagrid was hurt by the comment and the laughter that ensued. “Actually, he’s the perfect caretaker because he’s actually an empathetic person and not an absolute twat!” you yell from the opposite end of the group. The entire class began whispering and murmuring, taken aback from the bold rebuttal. “Oh? Look it’s the little wanna be Gryffindor, y/ln” Draco began walking towards you. He looked you straight in the eyes and his face was no farther than an inch away. You could feel his hot minty breath on your face as he began speaking again “still feeling brave y/l/n?” You furrow your eyebrows and look down and see a niffler going into Draco’s robes. You can't help but laugh. “Something funny, is it?” he says aggressively. “Yep,” you say squatting down and picking up the niffler. “I believe this is yours Malfoy'' you dangle his replica of a golden snitch he keeps for good luck. He snatches it out of your hand and struts back to his friends.

You hand the niffler back to Hagrid, “thanks fer that y/n, fer all of that” you smile and nod and go back to your place surrounded by your classmates who were impressed by your bravery. Class continued and you wrote your notes down in your notebook, you sketch out the niffler and decide to make it hold the snitch in your drawing. You feel a set of eyes staring at you. You raise your head and look around and realize it’s Draco staring at you, clearly upset at you. You give him a friendly smile as to which he rolls his eyes and looks away.

For the rest of the week, you would find Draco staring at you everytime you were in the same room. At the start of the new week, you got tired of him staring and decided to confront him. You didn’t want to do it publically so you could have an actual conversation. You ask Professor Sprout to ask Draco to stay behind after class, this was the only way you could figure out to get him by himself.

“Mr. Malfoy, please stay after class” Professor Sprout asked as the class got up to leave. “I’ll see you at dinner,” Draco tells Crabbe and Goyle. You stayed behind as well. “Mrs. y/l/n would like to talk to you privately Mr. Malfoy '' Professor Sprout informed him once you three were the only ones there. Draco scoffed as he looked back at you “Are you joking? You’re wasting my time, I’m leaving” Draco said heading towards the door. “Draco, please!” you plead and to your surprise he turns back around. “You never stop, do you y/n?” he walks closer to you and Professor Sprout takes it as her cue to leave and give you two privacy.

“Don’t stop what?” you ask genuinely confused. “That! Constantly talking back to me!” he points at you, his finger in your face. “Look Draco, I’m not scared or intimidated by you because —“ Draco crosses his arms “because what?” he scoffs. “Because I know you’re just acting tough Draco”. you lay your hand on his shoulder. He quickly grabs your wrist tightly, “You don’t know anything about me y/l/n”.

He’s staring into your eyes intensely, you ignore commenting on the death grip he has on your hand. “That’s because you don’t let anyone get close to you” you continue staring back at him. “Because no one wants to and I don’t blame them” he lets go of your wrist leaving a red mark where he wrapped his hand around. “I want to,” you say. “Why? So you can use everything you learn about me and humiliate me?” he scoffs. “No. I want to because I want to see if I’m right that everyone is inherently a good person.” you say. “Fine. We can talk occasionally, don’t expect to form an actual friendship or an acquaintanceship for that matter and don’t tell anyone or I’ll make you regret you ever looked in my general direction” he threatens, turning around and leaving.

You look down at your wrist and see the bruise his ring caused. In order to avoid questions, you put a thick bracelet to cover it up. “Did you talk to Draco?” Lili, a fellow Hufflepuff and friend asks. “Yes, it went as you would expect” you lied. “Well, you tried your best, y/n ” Draco is staring at you from across the dining hall, you lose your appetite immediately.

“Why did you stop eating y/n?” Draco approaches you before you enter the common room. He leans against the dungeon wall. “It’s not healthy to skip meals, y’know?” he says tossing an apple up in the air and catching it repetitively. “Are you worried about me, Draco Malfoy?” you ask, surprised. “No, I have more important matters to worry about”, he tosses the apple at you and you somehow manage to catch it. He laughs and walks away. You stare at the apple for a long time. You laid it on your bed and just sat there inspecting it. “Did Draco manage to poison this?” you wonder. You decide to risk it and eat the apple. After an hour of reading Advanced Potion Making, you decide to sleep, hoping not to die in your sleep from the apple.

The apple wasn’t poisoned, either that or it took over a week to take effect.

You were in flying class and so was Draco. He of course was an expert flyer as the seeker and captain of the slytherin quidditch team. You consider yourself as a good flyer, but definitely not nearly as good as Draco. Draco always had the newest broom whereas you had to use the school’s old brooms. “I think you’d be better if you had a newer broom y/n” Draco says flying beside you. “I can’t afford a new broom, my parents were barely able to afford our books this year” you tell him, passing him. He frowns, he realizes he brought up a sensitive topic and he wishes he hadn’t. “You’re still a great flyer y/n, you should try out to be on the Hufflepuff team. They might have a chance of winning if they have you.” he says when he catches up to you. You look up and see his sincerity in his face and shrug, “Maybe I will” you reply which brings a smirk to his face.

Quidditch tryouts were that upcoming week, you kept replaying Draco suggesting that you try out. For once you were actually considering it. Madam Hooch did often tell you you’d be a better seeker than Michael who was last season’s seeker. She also said that you'd be able to train every day that week after dinner, you wouldn’t have the field to yourself of course, everyone else would be practicing as well. After dinner, you were eager to arrive at the training grounds to improve your flying skills before the try outs. You get the old school broom and head on before you go off you see Draco watching the younger slytherins. He sees you and approaches you “Hello y/l/n, did you decide to take my advice?” he motions to your broom. “I’m considering it, I'm not completely convinced, you’re already guaranteed to be in the team so why are you here?” you question. “What? I can't decide to fly on a beautiful day?” he replies as you raise one eyebrow in suspicion. “Fine, I'm here to scope out the new recruits for the team, as the captain it’s my responsibility to see who has the most potential” he says pointing in the direction of young slytherins. You smile “See? It's not that hard to tell the truth” you wink at him as you take off. You couldn't see it, but that wink made Draco’s face turn red. He scratched his neck and sat down on the grass with the intentions to watch the slytherins but got distracted by watching you.

Feeling confident, you headed towards the quidditch field to attend tryouts. Unbeknownst to you, Draco was watching from afar. He tried to convince himself it was solely for the sake of observing the ‘competition’, but in reality he really wanted to know whether you tried out or not. Once you arrived, he contemplated leaving since he got the answer he was looking for but he decided he didn't have anything better to do so, why not?

Your tryout went better than you expected, you actually felt like you had a good chance of being chosen. You were drained and needed to eat to regain your energy. At dinner, you didn’t even talk for the first half, you were busy stuffing your mouth and chugging water down. Once you finally felt full you sighed in relief and decided to join the conversation around you. You looked up and saw Pansy mock you by acting like she was stuffing her face, and she then pushed her nose up as if to call you a pig. Her table all burst into laughter, except Draco, who saw how annoyed you were. He shoved Pansy, “Shut it, Pansy”, “or what, Draco?” she stopped laughing but still looked amused. “Or I could do this” he swished his wand and jinxed her with a pig tail. She gasped loudly and cried. “God, just when I thought you couldn’t be more annoying, you cry!” Draco rolled his eyes and reversed the jinx. Everyone around was laughing at Pansy including you and the rest of the Hufflepuffs, she deserved it after bullying everyone for so long. You laughed so hard you snorted which caused you to laugh even more. Draco heard your laugh and the little snort, it made him happy that he was the reason behind your laughter. Whereas, you wondered why Draco would defend you, perhaps he began liking you now… you brushed the thought off and decided just to enjoy the moment with your friends.

The quidditch teams released the new roster for the new season, everyone huddled around their house’s paper to see who would be on the team. You jumped with joy when you saw your name written on the page. Your friends celebrated with you patting you on the back and giving you high fives. “Congrats.” a voice says from behind. You had just now finished staring at the page and began walking towards the common room. You spin around and see Draco leaned against the wall. “Thanks, and thanks for giving me the courage to try out” you walk in his direction. “Oh, and thanks for defending me against Pansy… I know she’s your friend and all” you say with your hands behind your back. “Oh Merlin no, Pansy is most definitely not my friend - she’s more like a parasite I can’t get rid of,” you tilt your head a bit confused at the declaration that Draco and Pansy weren’t friends. “but you’re welcome”. Draco says acknowledging your thanks.

“Have you told your parents?” he asks. “Not yet but I plan on writing a letter to them tonight via my friend’s owl.” you inform him as you both start walking to the Hufflepuff common room. “You ought to get an owl, they come in handy quite often” he says as you stop walking. You glare at him, “I’ve told you Draco, my family is not wealthy.” Draco blushes. “I truly am sorry, I forgot you had told me.” he apologizes. “It’s fine, I just don’t like being reminded.” you say as you start walking again. “Wanna come in?” you ask. He looks hesitant, “uhhhhh, are you sure that’s alright?” he asks. “Of course it is, so long as you have permission from a Hufflepuff and it’s before curfew.” you assure him. He still looks hesitant but takes your word for it and walks inside. He looks around and admires the room, “wow, very… yellow.” he states. “Yes, that is our house color after all.” you tease. “Yellow is the color of the sun and the sun makes you happy, it’s been scientifically proven” you tell him as you sit down on the couch. “Seriously? Perhaps that’s why Snape is so moody, his room is incredibly dark” he jokes as he sits besides you. “I just wanted to say that I really am sorry for telling you to get an owl again” you smile and roll your eyes “It’s fine, I forgive you.”

“So, tell me y/n, what’s the y/l/n family history?” he asks, getting comfortable on the couch. “Is this your way of asking if my family is pure-blood?” you question. “..Yes” Draco says after a brief silence. “Is that how you judge someone? Whether they're pure blood or not?” you ask. “Not me, persay but my father would kill me if he found out i was friends with anyone other than a pure blood wizard” he says. “Friends?” you ask. Draco blushes, “I.. never said friends..” he lies. “Sure you didn’t” you say. “Whether I did or didn’t is besides the point, can you answer the question?” he says defensively and you look shocked and upset at how aggressive he sounded. “Sorry, can you answer the question, please?” he corrected himself. “Yes, my family is pure-blood but we do not believe it makes us superior to other families that are not.” you say crossing your arms. “I don’t either!” he says pointing a finger in the air. “Really?” you say with your arms still crossed, “Is that why you call people a mudblood every chance you get?” you ask and Draco’s face turns red. “I don’t believe it makes me superior but calling them that makes me feel as if I am.” Draco pouts, “That’s what father told me call them anyways” he adds on looking away from you. Draco was embarrassed by you calling him out but he surprisingly wasn’t mad at you, instead he was hoping you would forgive him for things he did to other people! He couldn’t help but be confused as to why he was thinking the way he was.

“Look Draco, there must be other ways to make you feel better than putting others down.” you say laying a hand on his shoulder, he raises his hand and hovers over yours. You gulp, expecting him to roughly grasp your wrist like he had before, but he just moves your hand lower so he could hold it. Your heart rate increased and your hands became sweaty so you let go of his hand. “Sorry, I didn't mean to cross a boundary” he says scooting further away from you. “No, it's just that, you and I, umm well it’s because I didn’t want my, errr..” you fumble on your words and Draco giggles at you. His giggle was so cute, you had never heard it before so you were taken aback. “God, you are so funny, y/n” he says pushing lightly on your shoulder, you laugh along with him. You begin discussing school assignments and he groans, “I forgot all about that!” he throws his hand up in defeat when you mention homework that’s due on Tuesday. “It’ll be alright!” you say, “I’ll help you if you want?” you offer. “That sounds good, but it’s way too late to start on it right now.” he says looking outside the window. “Speaking of it being late, I should really go and make up an excuse as to why I’ve been missing for so long” he says standing up, putting his hand out to help you get up off the couch. You take his hand and get up. “Alright, I’ll talk to you after class to discuss when we can work on that homework” you say, walking Draco out. “Bye” you wave and he waves back and walks away.

You close the door and skip towards your dorm. Your friend Lili was waiting at the door, “Y’know I saw you and Draco talking out there..” she says with her hand on her hip. “It was strictly academic” you lie and sit on your bed. “Sure, is that why you didn’t realize the dozen people walking in and out?” she asks. “People walked by?!” you say surprised. “Exactly.” she says. You blush and lay down realizing that she was right. You were so infatuated with Draco that you were oblivious to your surroundings. Lili was already dressed for bed, “Are you going to bed already?” you ask. “It’s 9pm y/n…” she looks at you confused. You panic when you see the time. “How is it so late?” you ask aloud. Lili shushes you. “I’m going to bed, try not to make so much noise, please.” she requests. You get off your bed and begin taking off your day clothes and change into your pajamas. You go to bed and dream of Draco.

It’s sunny and you’re laying under a tree with Draco by your side. You’re holding hands and looking up at the sky, pointing out clouds and telling each other what you think they look like. “I know you said the sun makes you happy, but I think it’s you that makes me happy, y/n” he says turning his head to look at you. You turn to face his and his face is so close to yours. You smile and begin dragging your face across the grass to kiss him. Your lips are about to touch, when…

Lili is shaking you. “GET UP Y/N” she yells with your alarm blaring in the background. You sit up and rub your eyes, “why are you yelling” you ask upset that she ruined your dream. “Because it’s almost breakfast and I’m not leaving you here to sleep the day away” she says fully dressed. You groan and roll out of bed to get ready. The only good thing about waking up is that you’ll see Draco in a little.

Once you feel presentable, you go into the common room where Lili looks annoyed, “About time!” she says. “Let’s go already, my stomach is growling” she says rushing you out the door. During breakfast you make eye contact with Draco occasionally, his eyes were so beautiful, you wanted to stare into them forever., but you don’t because you didn't want to scare Draco away. Finally, it was time for Caring for Magical Creatures and you hopped outside with your bag hanging off your shoulder. “Now, t’day we’re lookin’ at the bow truckle” Hagrid said walking the class near the Forbidden forest. “I ask of all of ye, do not try to come up ter bowtruckles without my permission and supervision!” Hagrid announces, standing next to a tree. “They like ter eat woodlice, or fairy eggs” he informs as he offers woodlice to the tree, the class looks confused until the bowtruckle moves to eat the woodlice. “They’re the tree’s guardians, ye see in order to get the wood for some of ye’s wands, we have to distract these fellers to get the wood” he says as the bowtruckle climbs on his arm. “This one ‘ere trust me, but it takes years to gain their trust” he says, continuing to feed the bowtruckle.

“What’s so dangerous about them? That thing is the same size as a quill!” Draco asks. “Does anyone ‘ere know why bowtruckles are so dangerous?” Hagrid asks the class. You raise your hand eagerly, excited to teach the pretty boy. “Let's hear it y/n” Hagrid encourages. “They are peaceful until you try to get wood from their tree, in that case they are known to try and gouge your eyes out, which is why you have to offer them woodlice or fairy eggs to distract them!” you say. Your class nods and begins writing it down. Hagrid claps “Good job, y/n!” you smile up at Hagrid and glance over to Draco who is smirking at you.

it was time to go to the library to help Draco write his paper, you sat at a table with a stack of books by your side. “Please tell me you do not expect me to read all of those books tonight” Draco says upon his arrival. You smile and shake your head. “Good.” he says sitting down besides you. “Now your paper is meant to be on why Knotgrass is used in polyjuice potions and what role it plays in the potion” you ask Draco and he nods. “Okay, this shouldn’t be too hard.”

After reviewing the polyjuice potion and the ingredients and reading a book about Knotgrass, it only took you two hours to write a well written paper on Knotgrass in Polyjuice Potions. “Wow, thanks so much y/n” Draco thanks as he looks up from his paper, he’s probably read it dozens of times at this point. “What was your paper on?” he asks. You yawn and take your paper out, “How does Sneezewort cause recklessness in the Befuddlement Draught and cause energy boosts in the Strong Invigoration Draught?”. “Do you mind if I read it?” he asks. You hand him your paper and watch him as he reads. You see his eyes moving across the pages, “You understand herbology and creatures so well y/n” he hands you your paper back. “Thank you Draco, that was really nice to say. I heard you’re really good at potions and I know you’re good at flying too” you compliment him back in return. “By the way, is there any way I could repay you for your help?” he asks. “Yes,” you say and his eyes widen, eager to fulfill your request, “walk me to my dorm, I’m falling asleep as we speak!” he smiles and walks you to the Hufflepuff common room. “Thank you, your debt is cleared” you joke and he waves goodbye as you enter. You practically collapse on your bed the second you’re changed into your pajamas.

It was Wednesday and time for Quidditch practice, you were in conversation with Cedric when you heard your favorite voice, “move over Cedric, I need to talk to y/n” you glared at Draco, trying to tell him that he was being impolite. “....please?” Draco adds confused but when you smile and nod he relaxes. “Why are you here Draco?” you ask. “Because you never told me how I could make it up to you last night” he responds. “I already told you—“ you’re cut off. “I got you the Nimbus 2001” he says bringing forth the broom he was hiding behind his back. You gasp, “Draco, this is.. too much! Why would you do this? Are you mad?!” you scream at him as you hold the broom in your hand. “I thought you’d be happy?” he says confused. “I am but I’m not because I’ll never be able to pay you back for this!” you hand the broom back. “I don’t want you to pay me back, I just want you to have it,” he says smiling. “Why?” you ask, extremely confused by his kind gesture. “So that you have no excuse when I win against you!” he laughs and walks away. You’re completely thrown off but your teammates are shouting for you to join them. You run over to share the news, they’re amazed, not only at how great the gift was but amazed at who gave you the gift.

It was the day of the first match: Slytherins vs Hufflepuffs. “Look y/n, this is going to be a fair game,” Draco says before you go and join your teams. “I’m not gonna let you win on purpose,” he tells you.

“You don’t have too, I am not going to go easy on you either, I am going to destroy you!” you scoff. You shake hands and head off.

Slytherin has a lead, a pretty big lead, your team is struggling and you know their only hope right now is for you to catch the snitch. You’re scanning the sky and squinting your eyes hoping to find the flying snitch. You catch a glimpse of the snitch and dart in its direction, Draco follows behind, looking for the snitch you found first. You push Draco away and try to lead him the wrong direction. You turn quickly and reach your arm out to catch the snitch, Draco is trailing behind, desperately trying to catch up. You catch the snitch and the crowd becomes loud, cheering your name. It was the first game Hufflepuff won against the Slytherins in years. Your team huddles around you and celebrates.

A party is planned to celebrate the big win, everyone is invited. The Slytherins obviously decline, upset at their loss, you figure one Slytherin might be interested. “Want to come to the party tonight?” you invite Draco. “I’m not really much of a party person, but is it really a party if Hufflepuffs are hosting?” he says accepting your offer.

Everyone is out of their school uniforms, wearing something casual. Draco walks in wearing all black and is thrown off by how many drunk people are in attendance. You approach him, “I thought you weren’t going to come anymore” you say slurring your words, hugging the confused boy. He awkwardly chuckles as you walk with your hand around his neck. “Want a drink?” you offer, “Depends, how many did you have?” he asks. “Uhhh, like 7!” you giggle taking another sip, “this will be number 8.” you add on. “Sure,

I’ll have one drink” he grabs a cup and begins drinking.

“I’m so tired” you whisper in his ear. “Do you need help getting to your bed?” he asks. You nod and he wraps his hand around your waist to help you get to your room. You lay on your bed and Draco begins walking out, “Don’t leave” you ask. “What’s wrong?” he asks, kneeling besides you. “I said I was tired, not sleepy. You just got here, talk to me.” you say smiling at him. He smiles back at you, “You know, I let you win” he joked. You laughed, “As if!”

“I would’ve won the game if you weren’t so distracting” he said twirling your hair. You furrow your eyebrows, “What did I do?” you ask. “Nothing, you’re just so pretty it’s hard to focus” he says, giving you a warm smile. “Why are you saying this to me, Draco?” you ask, confused by him being so loving. “Because you won’t remember this in the morning, sweetheart. You are far too plastered” he says. Your heart flutters when he calls you sweetheart. “I will Draco, I will remember” you tell him, as his hand caresses your face. You yawn and stretch your arms, “Sleepy now?” he asks, you nod and he stands up. “Goodnight y/n” he kisses your forehead and turns the light off as he leaves your dorm. You’re going to remember this, there’s no way you could ever forget how Draco just made you feel.

#Draco Malfoy #draco fanfiction #draco x reader #draco fluff #draco

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yatorihell · 3 years

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In The Darkness Chapter 78 - Abandonment

Noragami x Harry Potter AU

Words: 2,002

Summary: The horcrux takes its toll and Yato makes a choice.

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By early February the snow was beginning to melt, only to be replaced by fresh blankets in the night. The nights were still cold and the small gas lamp they used to cook with was beginning to run out of fuel, but a trip to the next town wouldn’t be too far away.

They burned their lamps in dim glows that illuminated the tent and threw shadows across every wall, warming them in the frigid temperature. They listened to the radio, the announcements, the music that was meant to lift their spirits. Kazuma’s voice became background noise in the evenings when they gathered in the tent. They wished to hear something else to give them hope, to be found by the Order and to end this never-ending nightmare, but nothing ever came.

“Why haven’t you seen anything?” Yukine snapped one evening. He gestured to the locket around his neck. “You’ve been doing this for over a year, and the only thing you can give us is this?!”

Yato held his tongue, eyes sliding over to Hiyori who was sat on the small step that divided the kitchen from the dining room. She was watching with a creased brow, the fatigue of searching evident on her face. Yukine had a point; he had been trying to find horcruxes for over a year with nearly no luck, but now they also knew the next one to find was Hufflepuff’s goblet.

Yet, without the location of Hufflepuffs goblet or a way to destroy it or the locket, they were stuck.

A silence blanketed them, the awkward kind where they knew that it wasn’t really them speaking. The horcrux had a mouthpiece, and it used it well.

Yato watched Yukine fiddle with the horcrux in his hand, the agitated flicker of his fingers smoothing over the stone possessively, his lips moving silently, incoherently. A crease had formed in his brow as it usually did when he had worn the horcrux for too long.

“Yukine,” Yato said softly. It barely penetrated his thoughts until Yato placed a hand on his, covering the locket. Yukine looked up at him, guilt already taking its toll. “Let me have it.”

Yukine looked away out the tent door, not noticing the sigh from Yato nor Hiyori’s tension at the beginning of a new fight.

A moment passed before Yato spoke again. “I can see it's bothering you. Let me have it for a bit.”

Yukine prickled, but whatever emotion he should’ve didn’t blur his thoughts. He removed the horcrux with some internal struggle, the attachment to it growing stronger with every thought, memory and emotion they experienced together. Still, it fell easily into Yato’s hand.

“Sorry.”

Yato nodded and slipped the horcrux over his head and held it gently, a habit he’d formed since it attached itself to his skin and had to be pried off. He watched as Yukine silently pulled on his boots and a coat, excusing himself outside for a walk despite the snowfall.

Yato sighed as he watched from the doorway. He knew he wouldn’t go far, but the emotional labour was taking a toll on all of them. Dark thoughts of Yukine’s soul being bled dry from the diary in the Chamber of Secrets intruded his mind, the eerie uncanniness of the soul vessels effect and the horcruxes leeching energy. Kugaha had told him little about that diary nor the Philosopher’s Stone that the life force could be stored in, but it didn’t matter once the Sorcerer returned.

The fights had come in heated spurs since the night in Godric’s Hollow but were more frequent whenever Yato wore the horcrux. The frustration, the desperation and the yearning to go home was like a pressure cooker left on high heat. Yato knew what it was doing to him, he knew the pain he made them endure and he apologised for it, but he wouldn’t let them suffer by wearing it as much.

The horcrux was part of him now, and he had to be the one to destroy it.

Yato shook his head and walked back into the tent, flopping down in a chair and stared at the canopy. He rolled his head to the side to see Hiyori sat on the step to the kitchen with her knees drawn to her chest, listening to the radio which now played soft music instead of the endless register of the dead. The dim lamplight illuminated her face as she stared at the flickering candle, worry etched into her features.

Yato watched her as she swayed to and fro slightly to the rhythm, noticing how small she looked curled up with her arms wrapped around her legs.

He slowly pushed himself up from his seat, walking over to stand in front of Hiyori. Her face tilted up to look at him, eyes questioning what he was doing. Silently, he extended his hand to hers.

Hiyori unwrapped her arms from her legs, placing a hand on Yato’s. He pulled her up gently so they were face to face, his hands finding Hiyori’s again and lacing his fingers with hers. Slowly he began moving their hands in time with the music, feet shifting slightly as he tried to get her to move with him. Hiyori smiled slightly, looking down at her feet as she began to dance.

Coaxing her into the beat, he twirled her away and back into his arms. Together they giggled and took turns to spin around, hands moving to waists and clasping each other as they began to slow dance.

Hiyori’s head rested against his shoulder with Yato’s cheek resting against her head. They closed their eyes, absorbed in each other’s warmth and fast heartbeats. It had been a long time since they had danced together.

“I want to go home,” Hiyori said, voice barely even a whisper.

Yato wrapped his arm tighter around her waist, holding her closer. You erased your home, he thought sadly, not wanting to say it out loud. A muggle-born witch abandoning her whole life for a guy who was more trouble than he was worth.

“We will,” Yato murmured into her hair, breathing in the smell of dried leaves and damp earth. “We will go home.”

It was a lie, but a lie that would bring her comfort in the dark nights to come. The nights when he wouldn’t be there to coax her back to sleep or keep the monsters at bay. She would go home, but maybe he wouldn’t.

Sometimes, lies were kinder than the truth.

Yato gently uncurled Hiyori’s fingers from his shirt, shuffling out of the bed as indiscreetly as he could. Picking up his discarded rucksack, he began stuffing supplies into it. Food, a torch, the shoddy little tent they'd brought just in case. Blanket, clothes, the Snitch, everything fit perfectly thanks to the extension charm on his bag.

He slung a sleeping bag over his shoulder, picking up the locket as he crossed the room to the place where he had hidden Sakura’s wand. The slender black case was light in his hand as he clicked open the lid and regarded the wand with bittersweet memories.

She gave me my life back with this wand, Yato thought sadly, recalling how she fought her way back to him, through Deatheaters, Dementors, Azkaban and the Sorcerer himself.

He snapped the case shut. No going back.

A noise stirred across the room, snapping Yato’s attention. Hiyori stirred underneath the covers at the sudden noise, alerting Yato that she might wake and see what he was doing. Rolling over, she pulled the duvet tighter around her, keeping out the cold as she continued to sleep. Yato’s shoulders relaxed, but a sliver of guilt found its way into his mind at how she would react when she woke and found that he was no longer by her side.

Quietly, he walked over to her bedside and crouched down so their faces were level. Her expression was pressed into its usual frown as darkness tried to creep into her dreams, hair tangled on the pillow and sweeping across her eyes. Yato watched the slight rise and fall of the covers as Hiyori’s deep breathing told him that she wouldn’t wake any time soon. His eyes fell on her hand which had crept out of the warmth of the bed, fingers seeking something familiar to hang on to.

Yato glanced at the wand in his hand. Sakura’s wand. She and Hiyori had the same wand – cherry with dragon heartstring – even if there were some differences in length and colour. Yato twisted his head over his shoulder to look at the lump of blankets Yukine had cocooned himself in. Yukine was strong, but not strong enough to protect both of them until they got back to safety. Hiyori had no means of protecting herself, and he couldn’t burden Yukine with that responsibility.

Perhaps a wand’s allegiance can change if it finds the right heart, Yato thought to himself.

Delicately, he took Hiyori’s hand and wrapped her fingers around the wand case but did not let her go. Yato’s eyes trailed to her face, lingering to remember every curve and edge of her profile; the way her mouth slightly curved in her sleep, and how her dark eyelashes contrasted against her pale skin.

Gently, his fingertips grazed her cheek to brush a curl of hair from her face. She sighed. He leant closer, lips parted as if to whisper into her dreams or to do what he never had to courage to do. His last chance to…

Yato paused. He never had the courage after all.

He tilted his head to the side, pressing a gentle kiss on Hiyori’s cheek instead. Quickly and silently, Yato stood up, looping the golden chain of the horcrux around his neck as he left the tent. No one saw him stride away, or felt the gust of air that followed a disapparating spell.

All that remained was a warm mark on a girl’s cheek and a void that would fill her heart when she woke.

Hiyori turned over, arm reaching to fling itself over the usual lump next to her for warmth.

Nothing.

Hiyori frown gently, her hand patting the bedspread where Yato had slept next to her before she opened her eyes. It was unusual for Yato to wake up before her, even then he would normally stay in bed, drawing feathery patterns on her arm or dozing until she woke up. On the rare occasion, he would wake her, either when the morning had grown late or to rouse her from a troubled dream. His disappearance and lack of notice were worrisome, enough to make Hiyori sit upright and look into the makeshift dining room.

Something clattered to the ground, making her jump. A wand case.

Hiyori gently picked it up and opened it, finding Sakura’s wand embedded in the plush lining. Her heart thumped, and she looked around the tent again. The horcrux was missing from its place on the bedside table.

“Yukine!”

Yukine shot up from his bed, blond hair sticking out in clumps, eyes wide and bleary, and his wand clutched in his hand. “What is it?!”

“Yato’s gone!” Hiyori kicked herself free of the duvet, barely feeling the cold wooden slats on her bare feet as she flung open the tent door, the wand case still in hand. She didn’t dare step into the fresh blanket of snow which had covered Yato’s tracks, meaning that he had left hours ago.

“What do you mean, ‘gone’?” Yukine asked. He caught sight of the wand case still clutched in Hiyori’s hand and his heart sank.

Hiyori rushed back to the bed and dropped to the floor. His backpack, the spare equipment, the invisibility cloak, his clothes, everything that he stored under the bed was gone.

“He took everything,” Hiyori’s voice cracked. She dropped back to sit on the floor and felt the first tears spill down her face.

Yato had left them.

“He’s gone.”

#noragami #noragami aragoto #yato #hiyori #yukine #yatori #Hp au #harry potter au #in the darkness

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yeetedintoouterspaces · 4 years

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I wouldn't have it any other way ☁️💫

▪︎ pairing(s): Sugawara Koushi x Reader

▪︎ warning(s): none

▪︎ genre: fluff!

"Papa! Papa! Juro-kun is crying!" Shion whisper shouts as she tugs onto her dad's shirt.

Ah yes, Sugawara Koushi is now the proud father of his 2 wonderful children. Shion, who is now four and Juro who is about 6 months old now. Y/n had an emergency meeting today which left Koushi home alone to take care of the kids.

"Alright princess! Let's see your brother now!" Sugawara tries to say excitedly to hide his fatigue. Taking care of a small baby and a toddler at the same time was not easy in the slightest but for Y/n, it was fine. She was the one who took care of them for most of the time and she also carried them for 9 months in her belly. For Koushi, to him at least, the only way to repay her was to take care of his family for the rest of his life.

The two walked over to Juro's nursery and gently opened the door so he wouldn't fuss more. Koushi picked him up and tried to shush the boy so that he would calm down. Ah thank God, today he was co-operating with him and the little boy calmed down.

Koushi quickly changed his diaper and gave Juro his morning bottle of milk. After setting Juro back into the crib, he asked Shion, "Shion-chan, how about we wash our faces and brush our teeth so we can eat breakfast together?"

The four year old excitedly threw her arms in the air and said excitedly, "Yes papa!" Koushi couldn't help but to chuckle at his little girl. I mean, look at her! She is basically an angel!

Koushi picked up his little princess and brought her to the bathroom. Ahh, how adorable, father and daughter bonding time!! Shion being the angel that she is, tried to help her father wash his face by rubbing soap onto his cheeks with her tiny hands. Koushi thought to himself, "What did I do to deserve a daughter like her?"

After washing their faces, the brushed their teeth and walked into the kitchen. "So Shion, what do you want for breakfast?" Shion tapped her chin with her tiny fingers and thought about it for a while. "Hmm.... I want an egg sanwhich!" She eagerly said.

Sugawara patted her head and he smiled, "Your wish is my command princess!"

Shion squealed in joy and thanked her father which Koushi really appreciated. He was so proud his little girl had good manners.

Sugawara opened up the fridge to find all the ingredients he needed. Eggs, bread, mayo. salt and pepper. That should be all right? He boils the eggs, unpeels them then mashes them up using a fork. He then seasons it with salt and pepper and adds lots of mayo. Koushi mixes it all up and bam! the filling is done!

Sugawara grabs a slice of bread and evenly places the mixture on top. He then adds another slice of bread on top and cuts out the sanwhich using a star cookie cutter. ( To make the food more exciting to eat of course )

He gives the sanwhich to his little girl and asks, "So what do you think?"

Shion eagerly takes a bite and smiles widely. "Papa it's super good! Try it!" She holds up the sandwhich with her tiny hands and brought it up to his mouth.

Sugawara bent down and took a bite. Thank god it tasted edible and thank god his daughter wasn't a picky eater. He smiles and says, " It is really yummy Shion! But I think you should finish it because later you won't have enough energy to play!"

Shion nodded her head and continued to finish up her food while Koushi went back to Juro's room to check on him. Juro was playing by himself in the crib while gurgling to himself.

Koushi couldn't help but to smile at the sight of his son being such a cutie. He walked over and carried the boy out of the crib.

The two, father and son walked over to the kitchen to check on Shion. Dear Shion finished earlier and tip-toed to place her plate into the sink.

Bless hee sweet soul, Koushi walked to her side to give her a big kiss on the cheek. Shion returned a huge smile to her father. "So Shion-chan, what do you want to do now?"

"I wanna draw!" She happily replied. Sugawara got out 2 pieces of paper and a bunch of color pencils. He placed them on the coffee table and the two started to happily draw together.

"Ne, Shion-chan, what are you drawing?"

"I'm drawing us! Look that's Mommy and Daddy and me and Juro!" She squealed as she pointed to each of her stick figures.

Sugawara clapped his hands and smiled, "What a wonderful drawing sweetie! I'll frame it on the wall once you are done and we can show it to Mommy, how does that sound?"

"Yay!! Can't wait to show Mama!"

Ah, precious moments like these makes Sugawara's heart melt. He just wants to stop time and savour these moments with his kids. He gently pats her head and watches Shion draw a bit more.

Koushi played with Juro a bit and looked up to check the time. It was around 4 p.m. and Y/n was going to be back soon. So to surprise her, he decided to have a feast! Sugawara put Juro to sleep for his afternoon nap and scrambled his way to the kitchen and got out all the ingredients he needed.

Shion perked her head up and asked, "Dada, what are you makin'?"

He chuckles and replies, "I'm making dinner. Wanna help sweetie?"

Shion ran over to her dad and jumped up and down, "what do I have to do?"

"Well, you could help me mix this up!" Koushi says as he passes her a fork and a bowl with 2 cracked eggs. He continues, "once you are done let me know okay? I'll be working on the other dishes."

Shion did a thumbs up and nodded eagerly. Her tiny hands trying their best to hold the bowl while beating the eggs was a challenge for her. But after quite a while, she got the hang of it and finished!

She carefully held the bowl with both hands and made her way to her father. She looked up at him and called, "Daddy! Daddy! I'm done!"

Sugawara clapped his hands and said, "Good job honey! That must've been a bit hard for you so I'm really proud that you did it all by yourself!"

He continued, "you must be tired, why not you take a nap before mommy comes so that we can all play together later?"

Shion excitedly nods her head and asked, "pink promise we will play later?" Sugawara held out his pinky to her and said, "pink promise!"

They both crossed pinkies and Shion went to her room to sleep. While she was asleep, Sugawara cooked many dishes like fried rice, egg tofu and many more!

He set the table, did the dishes and took a shower so he wouldn't smell so bad. After all of that, he woke Juro and Shion up so that they could surprise their Mother together.

~ time skip to when Y/n comes home ~

"I'm ho-"

"Surprise Mama!" Sugawara and Shion shouted in unison while Juro gurgled.

Shion grabbed her drawing and held it up proudly. "Mama! Mama! Look what I drew!" She said as she jumped up and down.

"Slow down there sweetie, I'm getting dizzy!" Y/n jokingly said. Y/n gently held the drawing in her hands and smiled. "Shion this is beautiful! I'm so proud of you!"

Shion smiled widely and cheered in joy. Sugawara watched his two girls while holding Juro. He smiled to himself, he was so fortunate to have a life with Y/n and the kids.

They all ate dinner together and Y/n proposed to have family movie night. So after finishing up their meal, they all snuggled up together on the couch and were thinking on what movie to watch.

"Mama what do you wanna watch?" Shion eagerly asks.

"Hmm... how about the little mermaid?" Y/n suggested.

"Okay Mama! What about you Daddy?" Shion asks as she turns to look at him

"I'm fine with it!" Koushi replies.

A few hours into the movie, Juro and Shion dozed off to sleep. Y/n and Koushi carefully carried them to their rooms and tucked them to bed. Sugawara and Y/n got into their shared bedroom and lied on the bed together. The two looked up at the ceiling and stayed that way for a while.

~ Back to back convo here ~

"Ne, Y/n?"

"What is it?"

"Would you change anything in your life?"

"No, I wouldn't have it any other way darling."

Sugawara turned to look at her and asked, "really?"

Y/n smiles as she reaches over to hug him. "Really... I'm so grateful to be the mother of our children and your wife Koushi."

Sugawara runs his fingers through her hair and sighed, "even if you have to wake up at 4 a.m. everyday and still work a day job while taking care of the kids?"

Y/n nuzzles her face in the crook of his neck and whispers, "I wouldn't change a thing. I'd rather have this than have nothing at all."

"Y/n I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"I never realised how hard it was to take care of the kids."

"Don't be sorry dear... they are our kids and you are an amazing dad. Don't ever be sorry."

"Hey Y/n?"

"What is it dear?"

"I love you."

"Koushi even after all these years, you never fail to make my heart flutter... I love you too."

The two adults slept in peace while holding each other in their arms. Y/n wouldn't have her life any other way. Even if it meant that she had to work a 9 to 5 job and even if she had to wake up in the wee hours of the morning to put Juro back to sleep.

She would rather have this than have nothing at all.

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Bonus!:

~ before they fell asleep ~

"Koushi are you crying?"

"No I'm not." He says as he sniffles.

"Why are you crying babe?"

"Shion is so big now."

"I- Baby she is four."

"I know but still... my baby girl is so big now."

"Koushi she is fo-"

"SHE GROWS UP SO FAST."

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#sugawara x reader #haikyuu sugawara #sugawara x y/n #sugawara x you #yeetedintoouterspace #sugawara kōshi #sugawara koshi x you #sugawara koshi x reader #sugawara koushi x y/n #sugawara imagine #sugawara scenario #sugawara fluff #hq sugawara #hq koushi

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Reader x Nobunaga Oda {IkeSen} - Public Claim

Title: Public Claim Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku Character: Nobunaga Oda Genre: wink Warnings: ;) Kinks: public sex, internal cumshot, banter, promise of future sex, possessiveness Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience Word Count: 2000 words POV: second person Written by: @mythiica Other comments: kinky

Nobunaga insists on leaving the castle for a few hours just to explore for a bit. Stretch our legs, he so casually jokes, alluding to the long night of heated activities the two of you participated in. You, with muscles sore like never before, leap at the opportunity to look for new fabrics and spend a wonderful afternoon with your lover.

He smiles and extends his hand, pulling you up from the futon. His other and goes to the small of your back to support you gently. There is a tenderness to his touch that makes you melt once more, just as you had hours earlier.

“Do you think I will find new prints to make a new kimono?” you glance over at the dress you had been wearing, but it lies in a torn pile at the corner of the room. “Maybe I’ll try to save this one…”

“Are you sad I ripped it?”

“Only a bit. I did urge you to take it off as soon as possible.”

Nobunaga fetches a new outfit for you and helps you tie the obi in the front. “True…” Once a knot is securely tied, he brushes your hair back and kisses the purple flower on your skin. “I’ll try to be more gentle next time, alright?”

“You said that last week, and look where we are now,” you muse, covering your cheeks to hide your blush.

Ushering you outside, Nobunaga laces his fingers with you. “Are we really going to play this game? I-said and you-said?”

You bat your eyelashes at Nobunaga with a bright grin. “Well. You did say it. I’m just reminding you!”

The warlord rolls his tongue over his bottom lip and tucks a hand under your legs, lifting you into the air. “I also remember saying I’d find a pleasurable way to quiet you if you misbehaved. Shall we return to our room, or continue out?”

Even though you try to squirm out of his grip, Nobunaga holds on tightly and keeps you from falling. “Mercy! Alright… you’ve won. We’ll go look around and return in time for dinner.”

He sets you down and offers you a swift kiss before leading you towards the stables to fetch your horses. The ride to the main market is short, especially considering you try to race him there. Nobunaga wins (as he usually does) but acts like a gentleman and offers you a hand in dismounting the horse.

After strolling through the rows of shops, you naturally migrate towards the fabrics on display. The bright colors attract you, and you run your hand over the silken material, looking for patterns that speak to you. If you could, you would get a few yards of each design, but you don’t have the room to store it all.

You pass from stall to stall and finally settle on a bright red embroidered fabric that would make for a wonderful kimono. Furthermore, considering that his birthday would be arriving soon, you purchase enough to make an elaborate outfit for him. There would be enough from scraps to make a matching haori for yourself, so you make sure to hide the print in a small bag.

Nobunaga is taking shots with a vassal in one of the bars down the road, and you are not surprised to find him also eating fresh konpeito.

“Look!” He holds up his glass to show you a few dissolved candies at the bottom of his cup. “What a brilliant idea, to soak the konpeito in the alcohol, we must try this when we get home. Do you think Masamune has tried this before?”

“We can surely ask when we return. It is getting late though, shall we go?”

Nobunaga finishes his drink before leaving a few gold coins on the table. It is more than enough to cover his tab, but he smiles happily at the owner of the tavern and wishes him a good day. Benevolent Nobunaga always makes you happy, so you extend your hand and lead him through the tables to the street.

He stumbles over the edge of his clothes, and your hand accidentally dips into a hole through the back of his obi. It tickles, and Nobunaga lets out a rough laugh. “We’re in public, you know,” he whispers, drawing close to you. His breath is hot and heavy from the liquor, and you make the mistake of teasing him back.

“It’s not my fault you have a hole back here!”

“Surely it’s a hole you made when oh clawed at my clothes last night, begging me to take you…” Nobunaga hooks his finger in the knot of your own obi and pulls you into an alleyway. Your body is flush against his and he takes the bag from your hands, letting it drop on top of a crate. “You were so wonderful last night, I shouldn’t have let us leave…”

The next moment, you feel his lips against your neck, tracing the bruises he left, and you let out a small yelp. No one is around to say anything, but you press your hand to his chest. “You want to do this here? Now?!”

Nobunaga’s hands are already up your skirt, and that should be enough of an answer. It isn’t the first time he’s gotten greedy in public before, but considering the night the two of you just had, you thought Nobunaga would want to take some time to recover. Or was this all a ploy to enjoy you outside?

Growling back, you nip Nobunaga’s jaw and rest your leg at his side. “Nobunaga Oda, you thought about this the moment we woke up this morning, didn’t you?”

“So I’ve been found out,” he admits, raising his hands innocently. “Do you mind?”

Your panties are already around your ankles, so even if you did, it would be too late to go back on your words now. “No, but you’ll have to be quiet if you don’t want to be found out by your friends inside the bar.”

Nobunaga tosses his head back and chuckles at your comment. “I should be saying the same to you, no? Or did you lose your voice last night…?” His fingers slip through the slit in your kimono, and he pushes it back enough to reveal your thighs. He does the same to his own clothes, but spins you around to push you flush to the wall.

The boxes to your left and right provide enough cover that you don’t have to worry about being caught, but it is exhilarating none the less. Nobunaga has a flair for doing things out of the norm, and you rather like that he’s caught you off guard with this. Wetness is already pooling between your legs, and when Nobunaga wedges his knee there to grind against you, he smirks joyfully.

“We’ll be fast, then return in time for dinner, just like you said, no?”

“Shut up and do it already, don’t start with your antics and tease me now.”

But he continues and brushes his fingers over the swell of your breast, still clad with silk. “I’m just reminding you.”

You cup his face and kiss the smirk off of his lips. The harder you grind against his leg, the more pronounced the bulge against his kimono grows. Matching his speed, you pull back the fabric enough to expose Nobunaga’s length, but you do not see it for long before he enters you. A low hiss escapes your throat, so Nobuanga keeps his forearms pressed against the wall to keep you hidden.

“If you’re going to remind me about anything,” you mewl as he starts thrusting, “remind me of your promise last night. How you said you wouldn’t let anyone else see me like this!”

“Are you trying to be cute with me?”

“Perhaps.”

Nobunaga tilts his hips up more and drops your foot on one of the crates so that he can maneuver you with ease. Large hands sweep over your body before returning to their place at either side of your head, limiting your vision to what is in front of you: Nobunaga.

“No one can see you, trust in that. I wouldn’t allow it.” He grunts and uses all of his stamina to bring the both of you closer to climaxing. “I’ll shield you with my body.”

Tangling your fingers in his hair, you pull his face even closer to yours. His nose brushes against your lips, and Nobunaga nuzzles against you before tucking a hand under your thighs as you slip down the wall. With his other hand, he grips one of the boxes to hold on.

“You’re so wonderful for doing that,” you say to appeal to his ego. “I can already feel you tensing against me. Am I that good, or are you desperate to cum again?”

He grunts painfully and digs his fingertips into your flesh, pushing you down further until he’s on his knees. The boxes are taller than the two of you now, so he does not have to worry about being seen. Instead, he uses his palms to frisk you, pressing against your nipples to feel if they’re hard.

Nobunaga is tempted to tug them open, but he opts better for pressing his weight into you with every thrust. “Y-Yes,” he pants. “You’ll be mine no matter where we are, in public or in private.”

You hear the voices of people passing the alleyway. Maybe someone looks in for a moment, curious to know why they hear the echoes of moans and skin slapping skin, but they walk by without lingering.

“Yes, I’ll be yours…”

He buries his face in your neck, teeth grinding against your jaw to leave a fresh hickey. You tense your muscles, fighting against the mellow ache, and drag your nails up across his shoulder blades.

“N-Nobunaga–”

A string of curses falls from his lips, but that’s all he needs to hear before he cums, this time inside of you as to not leave evidence. The surge of warmth sends your toes curling and head back against the wall. Your lips form an ‘o’ of pleasure as you orgasm with his seed inside of you. He stays like that until he’s given you everything he has, but even then Nobunaga wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to protect you.

Your heart continues to thunder in your ears, and you cannot hear properly.

“W-What?”

“I said we should likely head back, I want to do more to you–”

You don’t know where he gets the energy to do so, but you kiss Nobunaga gently and brush beads of sweat away from his forehead. “More? Are you sure?”

His lips kiss every spot of skin he can reach. “Yes.”

Standing up slowly, you fold your kimono back to its place and fix the top half. Nobunaga does the same, though less successful because the hole in his obi is beyond noticeable now. Your finger must have found it and tore it open, but considering you will make him a new outfit soon, you decide it will be alright. He hesitates leaving when you grab his wrist.

“Let me fix your hair,” you say slowly, trying to stall so you can catch your breath.

Nobunaga smiles and nuzzles against your touch as you rake your fingers through his locks, pulling out the knots you left.

“Does it really matter? It’ll look a fine mess soon enough.”

“My are you feisty!”

Nobunaga offers you the bag of fabric before leading you down the other side of the alley. “To be fair, you admitted you’d be mine. I want to celebrate.” He gives you a bright smile and keeps you close, heat of his body radiating outwards to envelop you.

Keeping your hand in his, you make a run for the horses, dragging him behind you. “Then celebrate we shall.”

#ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikesen nobunaga #nobunaga oda #ikesen x reader #nobunaga oda x reader #cybird #otome

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Butterfly Lies - TWO

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mafialeader kun x reader

words: 4k

genre: fluff, smut (in later chapters), angst

warnings: injury, weapons, swearing

money makes people do strange things, is what people would say, it can even motivate them to murder. kun didn’t have people killed for the money, he had them killed for the power, he was a monster among men, is what people would say. in reality kun had only ever been motivated by one thing, his love for you

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You sat in the university lecture, not really listening, instead using all your energy to push Kun and the gun to the back of your mind. You didn’t really have to listen anyway; you had watched the lecture from last year online before you had even gotten there. You were a model student.

Your friend Yuyan nudged you, flicking her head towards a group of boys sitting in front of you.

“Is he new?” she asked, “I think I would have noticed if such a good-looking guy was on our course.”

“Which one do you mean?” you queried, no idea who she was referencing.

“There third on the left, brown hair, glasses,”

You pulled your own reading glasses down slightly so you could look over them to see who she was talking about.

You spotted him and for a moment felt slightly annoyed before a small smirk settled on your face. You had seen that guy before, standing behind Ten at the apartment, making a phone call to Kun.

“I think he has always been in our class,” you said to her, lying through your teeth. You didn’t know whether to continue to be annoyed or become reassured at the sight of Xiaojun sitting in your history of economics lecture. Either way you thought it was best to keep his identity somewhat secret.

You could have chosen to believe it was a coincidence, that Xiaojun really had just transferred to your class. Somehow you didn’t think he looked old enough to be in a final year class though. He was evidently not as old as you.

Therefore, you chose to be suspicious.

Kun had clearly sent him after your gun freak out. You were somewhat insulted that he thought you needed a babysitter, but you couldn’t be annoyed at him because you knew Kun always acted with good intentions.

As the lecturer droned on about the economic plans the Chinese government had after the war, you began to formulate your own plan.

If Kun wanted to play the game where he essentially sent someone to spy on you for what he considered your own safety, you were going to use it to your own advantage.

You hadn’t wanted to ask Kun questions because it was clearly uncomfortable for him. However, you had no qualms about trying to get the answers to those same questions out of Xiaojun. You just had to somehow befriend him first.

The difficulty of that task depended on two things. The first one being how loyal he was to Kun. You had to guess pretty loyal if Kun trusted him to make sure you didn’t get attacked or report him to the police. The second was if Kun had specifically instructed him to say nothing to you.

If that was the case, you had about zero chance of getting through to him. You had to hope the only thing Kun had banned them from was letting you into the apartment.

As soon as the lecturer began to wrap up you jumped out of your seat and half ran after Xiaojun who had left early, seemingly in the hope you wouldn’t have spotted him.

When it became very apparent you were jogging after him Xiaojun stopped and let you catch up with him. At the same time Yuyan texted you asking if you knew the cute boy and why you ran after him. A text which you sadly had to ignore.

“Hey, Xiaojun right? You were in the apartment behind Ten that day, right?” you asked, knowing the answer, but curious to see if he would try and lie.

“How did you even see me?” he asked, fixing the position of his glasses slightly.

“Good eyesight, well only the long-distance aspect of it but still,” you explained taking your own glasses off, realising you couldn’t see him properly with them on as you were no longer meant to be reading.

Xiaojun was clearly nervous, he was shifting his weight from foot to foot awkwardly, playing with the adjustment strap on his backpack.

“I didn’t know you were an economics student?” you said, smiling at him slightly deviously which only made him appear more awkward and maybe slightly fearful. Maybe he thought that friends of gang leaders were all worth fearing. You didn’t think that would have been an unfair conclusion to draw even if it didn’t apply to you.

Xiaojun looked down at his watch.

“Sorry, I’m busy right now, I have something I can’t be late for, can we chat some other time?” he said. You shook your head, linking your arm with his.

“That is not going to work as an escape ploy, instead I think we should go for coffee, any friend of Kun’s is a friend of mine.”

You began to walk him toward the nearest coffee shop to the university campus. He didn’t protest or struggle and seeing as you could tell he would have defiantly won in a fight; you took it as a sign he was willing to go along with whatever you were doing.

“How did you know I would know you?” Xiaojun asked, “Like that we knew what you looked like not just your name?”

You didn’t really know why you had assumed that. You began to laugh to yourself imagining a meeting with all these tough guys in which Kun just stood at the front with an A4 picture of your face.

Something along those lines must have occurred seeing as Xiaojun did know your face when he saw you. Still you didn’t answer his question. As you opened the door of the coffee shop and pulled him inside you changed the topic.

“What do you want? I’ll pay seeing as I dragged you here,” you said, Xiaojun didn’t bother to argue with you and just told you the one he wanted.

You paid and after an uncomfortable silence between the two of you as you waited for them to be made, the barista handed you the drinks.

You sat down in a chair opposite him and drank your coffee for a moment, waiting to see if he would say anything first, to judge how chatty he was.

Sadly, he didn’t say anything and didn’t seem like the chatty type which wasn’t the greatest start to your plan.

“What’s your job then?” you asked him, placing your drink back town on the table. Xiaojun looked in thought and for a moment you wondered if he would even answer at all, or if he just planned to sit with you silently.

“Management,” he replied, clearly deciding that was an appropriate response.

“Most managers don’t stalk their bosses’ friends at their university,” you raised one eyebrow slightly, “what’s your real job?”

When he didn’t reply and just began to fiddle nervously, you realised you were being kind of harsh on him, it must have been hard for him to work out what he could say and what he couldn’t,

“I’m just being annoying, I’m sorry.”

Xiaojun shrugged.

“I wouldn’t ‘stalk’ you as your calling it, if I had the choice, nor is it my usual job. It’s a personal favour I’m doing for your rather scary friend Kun.”

You chuckled slightly at his eventual response. You couldn’t believe that people were scared of Kun. While the situation frightened you slightly, you had never been scared of Kun, he was too sweet a person for that.

“In what way is Kun scary?” you asked, unbelievably curious about how he acted around the rest of the people in his life, the people who had the same kind of job he did.

“You are literally the only person he is actually nice to apart from Ten, well at least I assume. He is big on rules and doing well and when you fuck up, he is mad scary man. I mean he’s the boss that’s how he has to be to succeed in our business. He is a cold man with big plans, not the Easter bunny,” Xiaojun explained.

You struggled to imagine any other version of Kun than the kind-hearted one you knew who would watch cartoons with you and got sprinkles on his ice cream.

“He’s a good guy,” you said, for some reason feeling the sudden need to defend him, you for some reason wished that Xiaojun saw Kun the way you did.

“I never said I thought he wasn’t. Doesn’t make him not terrifying.”

Xiao Jun’s phone started to ring, the shrill tone cutting through the pause in conversation. You could see Kun was the caller ID.

“Sorry, I’ve got to take this,” Xiaojun said, standing up and walking a few meters away.

As soon as the call had started you could see that whatever Kun was saying wasn’t good. You heard Xiaojun swear loudly enough that other people looked around. You stood up and ushered him out the door, still on the phone, mouthing sorry to the people in the coffee shop.

“I will come right now, yes she is literally standing right behind me,” Xiaojun said, hanging up the phone by pressing the screen rather aggressively.

“What’s wrong, is Kun okay?” you asked him. He just shook his head.

“What do you mean no, is he in the hospital or something, what happened?” You started to panic for approximately the fourth time that week. Cool and collected was not your prerogative.

“In our line of work, we never go to the hospital, it’s not really an option, the hospital asks questions we cannot answer without being arrested…”

You don’t know whether he just didn’t have time to deal with your questions or if he had taken pity on the worried expression on your face, but he gave in.

“Kun has been stabbed, they’re at the office, it’s like a four-minute run from here, how good at running are you?” He said the words all seeming to explode out of his mouth at once.

Xiaojun didn’t wait for an answer, he just took off running towards the centre of town.

You were frozen for a few seconds. Kun had been stabbed and yet he wasn’t going to the hospital. If you hadn’t been so worried you really would have been inclined to kill him.

You realised that Xiaojun was fast, after only a few seconds he was already far ahead so you forced your body to run after him despite the shock.

After a few minutes you saw him run into the entrance of a building that said Qian Industries on the side. Which in itself was insane to you, but you didn’t have time to be surprised that Kun owned a building.

Thankfully Xiaojun had waited briefly for you inside so you didn’t have to guess which floor to go to in the lift. Xiaojun hurried you in and pressed the button for the fourteenth flour.

The short time in the lift gave you a second to think that you hadn’t yet had and for whatever reason tears began to well up in your eyes.

“Is he going to die?” you asked, looking up at Xiaojun, who was realising that had no idea how to comfort a crying girl in a lift.

“He will be fine, just try to look less upset, that will probably help,” he said, pushing you out of the lift when the doors opened as you hadn’t moved by yourself. He grabbed a tissue from a box that had been in the corridor and handed it to you, “just try and pull it together slightly before you come in, crying really won’t be helpful, it’s the second door on the left,” Xiaojun said, “Sorry I don’t mean to sound so harsh,” he added.

He walked away into the office where a heated argument was clearly occurring between a group of people.

You used the tissue to wipe your face. Xiaojun was right, if Kun saw you crying he would probably be concerned, and it wasn’t you he needed to be concerned about. You had to somehow convince him to go to a hospital.

You threw the tissue in the nearest bin and took a deep breath before pushing down the handle to the office and opening the door.

You were immediately met with the sight of Kun stitching up a rather large wound on his arm through gritted teeth. Luckily for you, you had never been squeamish. Next to him Ten was attempting to reset some guys nose. From the other man shouting at him you deciphered the guy with the broken nose was named Yangyang.

“Well shit,” was all you managed to say, causing them to all stop shouting at one and other and look over. Xiaojun who had just sat down on the desk could do nothing but put his head in his hands at the situation.

“y/n!” Kun said out of surprise, before groaning, his stitch had missed due to the distraction of your entrance. You walked straight over to him and crouched down in front of where he was sitting.

“You should really go to a hospital or at least get a doctor,” you said to him, struggling to see him when he was in so much pain. Kun just shook his head.

“That is not a viable option, I would die before I went to the hospital, luckily I was only stabbed in the arm, so I won’t be dying today.”

“I am so mad at you Kun,” you said, when really you were just upset that he was taking such a serious injury so nonchalantly.

“You can’t be mad at me, I’m injured,” he joked, flashing a smile at you before finishing the last stich, tying the thread and cutting it, “see… I’m fine now.”

He was right you couldn’t be mad at him.

“If I hug you in front of your associates,” you tried to think of the best way to refer to his fellow gang members, “would that be embarrassing for you,” you said, quietly enough that the associates as you were calling them, couldn’t hear over their yelling

“I’m the boss, I can do what I want,” he replied. With the go ahead, you carefully wrapped your arms around him, taking special attention not to touch his arm,

“Do you need pain killers or something, I don’t think the ibuprofen in my bag will help you much though?”

“You’re the only comfort I need,” he joked. You pulled away your lips settling into a firm line.

“While that would be a good line at any other time I admit, be serious, I’m worried about you.”

You crouched back down in front of him.

“Worry not, my work often involves illegal drugs and so always have a supply of anything I could ever need, in this case, local anaesthetic, I can barely feel my arm.”

You got up and went to the water machine you had spotted on the other side of the office and filled up a cup with water before bringing it back. Trying to do something to help.

“Drink,” you encouraged, handing the water to Kun, he smiled, taking a sip, “then talk… how the hell did you get stabbed Kun? You said there was nothing to worry about, that you could protect yourself.”

“Can we talk later?” he asked. You nodded understanding he had stuff to deal with.

“Stop shouting Lucas!” He called, focusing his attention to the chaos unfolding in the office. You stood up from where you were crouched and went to lean against the desk next to Xiaojun.

He was tapping a beat lightly on the counter, clearly not very invested in what was going on now he had ascertained that no one was going to die.

He had a wry smile on his face.

“I have never seen Kun smile, not in the three years I have known him, not before you talked to him just now,” he said, “are you magic, have you placed him under a spell or something?”

You felt like that was somehow an insult, but you laughed anyway in response.

“Not magic no, just an old friend of his.”

“So, you are seriously not dating? Like he clearly loves you, bro”

“We are not close enough friends for this conversation … bro,” you replied. Xiaojun didn’t seem to care, he just went back to tapping the table.

You turned your own attention to Kun sorting out the mess in front of him. He had managed to get them to stop arguing and listen to him straight away. Even if they found him scary you could tell they respected him more so than anything else.

You felt a weird sense of pride rise in your chest. Kun may not have been the same boy you had met at fifteen, but he had made something of his life. His line of work may have been illegal, but he had people who respected him and with a building this big, you figured he had to have been good at his job.

“If I hadn’t shown up in time, you and five other guys would have died Yangyang, you understand that.” Kun said to him. The boy named Yangyang nodded and hung his head slightly, his newly reset nose starting to bruise horribly.

So Kun had been protecting him? He had clearly gotten him out of trouble, even as a gang member he was a good guy.

“I would show up to save any of you, you all know that, but I shouldn’t have too, Yangyang you’re clearly too young for this position so you are gonna have to go back to working for Ten. I would shout at you more, but I think Lucas has done that for me, you should all just go home, get some rest. I’ll contact you sometime later this week,” he said sitting down in the chair behind the desk where you were leaning.

They all got up and walked out as soon as he asked them too. Yangyang leaving last, waiting at the door last, to personally thank Kun, who just told him to get some sleep.

You turned around moving a few items before climbing up and sitting cross legged on the desk facing Kun once again.

“So, you own a building these days Qian Kun? That’s slightly impressive I will give it too you,” you fiddled with the items on the desk, all the pens and all the paper with the name Qian Industries at the top, “yet somehow I don’t believe this is an engineering company.”

You were filled with nervous energy, unable to sit still so you began to draw a star on your hand slowly.

“We are good at forging documents what can I say,” Kun replied, eyes focused on where you were drawing on your hand, “I’m sorry I worried you,” he said, his gaze lifting up to look you in the eyes.

You stopped drawing.

“Only you are considerate enough to apologise for getting stabbed. I heard that you only were in that situation to help that kid. I might not love what you do but as I said, I won’t deny that you’re not impressive.”

Kun paused for a moment, searching through some of the papers on the desk before handing you and article he had printed out from the country’s biggest newspaper.

It referred to the unknown leader of Gang V, calling him a monster who killed people not for the money, but to make himself feel powerful. The article attributed many crimes to Kun, some that couldn’t ever have been him, as far as you knew Kun had never been to Sao Paulo.

“I’m never going to think you’re a bad person Kun, those writers don’t know anything about you, I’ve known you for over six years.”

“I am responsible for ordering most of the crimes on there to happen, apart from the ones in Sao Paulo, that makes no sense, I’ve never left the country.”

Which just confirmed that you knew him better than anyone.

“You also helped a random girl you met on the street find her way home and stood up for her against dickhead boys and watched Shrek with her more times than you can count. People aren’t just one thing.”

Kun moved his face closer to yours.

“That’s because I really, really like you, the moment I saw you I thought you were the most mesmerising girl in the world.”

You weren’t the biggest fan of when he said super cheesy things and couldn’t help making a slight face. Kun wasn’t offended by it, he knew you well enough to know it was the concept of being cheesy you objected too, not him specifically.

“You can see it from here,” he said, getting up and walking over to the floor to ceiling glass window. You followed him to see what he meant, “right there,” his finger pressed on the glass towards a street with badly working streetlamps.

“What is it?”

“The street where we first met,” he answered, before tucking a lose strand of hair behind your ear.

His eyes were fixed on yours, neither of you able to look away.

“Do I really have no chance? If it makes you uncomfortable, I will stop, we can just be best friends, I won’t flirt with you anymore. I just need you to tell me, that I have absolutely no chance of ever winning your affection.”

You paused for a second, staring back out at the street remembering the first day you met, how cute he was. The smartest choice would be to tell him to give up, but the thought of that made your heart ache. Equally you couldn’t say what he wanted to hear. You knew it was selfish of you really.

“It’s not that you have no chance,” you began, taking a moment to breath and compose yourself when you felt Kun’s fingers brush lightly against your own, his pinkie playing with yours.

His face looked so relieved when he heard your words.

“Then what, and please don’t say you won’t risk your friendship with me because I know that’s not the only reason.”

“Before… I knew what I know now, the distance between us due to what I didn’t know did mean that I thought it was best not to risk that. I could never have dated you not knowing a whole side of your life. I didn’t want to risk finding out though or asking you and you not wanting to tell me and that being an issue, its complicated, I don’t really understand myself fully my reasons.”

“And now?” he argued you to continue, you could almost hear his heart beating.

“You have turned out to be a powerful guy who most likely has powerful enemies. If you have a girlfriend then you have a weakness that those enemies will exploit, I’m not going to put either of us at risk like that.”

You could tell Kun wanted to argue with you so badly and tell you how stupid of a reason he thought that was. Poke holes in the argument you had given until you had no choice but to give in. He didn’t do that though; he was far to kind.

You were just thankful he didn’t comeback with some rather cheesy line about you being his weakness because you don’t think you could have handled that without throwing something at him.

“But I still have a chance?” he asked, his fingers still touching yours. You nodded.

“Then that’s good enough for me.”

You offered to drive him home because of his hurt arm, forgetting you didn’t have a driver’s licence or a car. When Kun reminded of that you settled on calling him a taxi instead. You wanted to go with him, to make sure he was okay, but you knew it was important for you both to have time apart, to process the nights events.

You caught the nearest bus back to your flat, drawing a star in the condensation of the window as you thought about your own words.

You were afraid to become Kun’s weakness, that’s why you somewhat distanced yourself from him by refusing to give into his charms and love him in that way.

Roads at night seem to lead to nowhere when you can’t see what comes beyond through the darkness. You were determined that you and Kun wouldn’t lead to nowhere, because the thought of him moving on from you was such a horrible one. So, you decided to do whatever you had to do, to become Kun’s strength instead of his weakness.

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Jan 17th, Sunday 19:05

„That was a lot.“

„Agreed.“

They both stood by the frontdoor of Lucas’s flat, a shy smile on Lucas’s face, that Jens answered with his own. They had definitely cried for an hour after they had reached the subject of their moms. Jens had went first and it hadn’t taken a lot of time. Lucas already knew so much, Jens had learned.

Jens also had realised just how much Lucas and his mom must have talked on the days they had met at home. Perhaps that was why his mom had been so ready to accept their relationship. And why she had been quick to trust and let Lucas into their lives.

But then Lucas had begun to talk and it had left him in tears, with Jens joining in. Pained to see the younger boy cry and helpless to watch, as he wasn’t sure how much comfort would overstep the boundary they had drawn between themselves.

It had started out fairly simple, just the clinical study. And then their life in Utrecht, their family and her old job at the library. However it had turned rather fast, when Lucas had started to talk about the time it had all fallen apart. He had promised to tell Jens about the incident that had caused it, once he had asked for his mother’s permission. It was ominous enough, thatJens hadn’t dared to press on the reason.

Instead Jens had listened on about how deep her depression and delusions went. How she had struggled with suicidal thoughts. To a degree that Lucas had to talk her out of it twice, while a third time he found her after the attempt and it had destroyed Jens to have to sit through all of it being told through sobs and tears.

How had Lucas never shared any of this with him? How had he just let Jens have all of their shared attention and energy, when Lucas had lived through so much already?

Jens had felt his heart clench under the realisation just why Lucas had been that enraged and frightened on Thursday. It all made so much more sense, as well as it only created a hollow feeling and self-hatred at the blindness Jens had brought against the younger boy.

„I’m scared we will just fall into old patterns. I don’t want that.“

„We were barely together. You make it sound like we lived decades being married. We will be fine.“ Jens teased, his tone trying for amusment, when it left a stark bitter taste on his tounge. He was dumb to try to joke about this. Why did he say this?

However Lucas flashed a brief smirk, before he sighed and rolled his eyes at the older boy in the doorway. Why Lucas out up with all the bullshit he said, was still a mystery to him. This boy deserved a reward or something. Or perhaps they both were just beyond saving at this point.

„Can you give me like a night or two?“ Lucas asked meekly, his eyes darting up towards Jens from the floor he had stared at.

„Sure.“ Jens replied, his heart dropping to his feet. It sounded like a hopeless case to him. It never was a good thing if he was told to give it some time to think over. Usually that meant that they, the person in question and him, were done.

„Thank you.“

He swallowed down the lump in his throat. He wasn’t ready to leave like this.

„Luc?“ Jens tried instead, licking his lip, as the nervousness grew in the pit of his belly. Shit. He had thought that he was over that. Since they had left the sofa and the hours of conversation behind them.

„Yes?“

„Can I kiss you?“ His voice sounded so weak, Jens thought, dissapointed to not shoulder his usual confidence. However Lucas only watched him for a second. And Jens didn’t wanted to hear the rejection that he believed to see in the other boy’s face. „I didn’t get to kiss you goodbye last week. And if that’s it. I. I just.“

„This isn’t the end. I just need to think.“ Lucas answered instead. It wasn’t the thing that Jens wished to hear. He had hoped to see them together again after today, but that may have been premature.

„If you say so.“

The look in the younger boy’s eyes changed, suddenly much more determined. It wasn’t wrapped in the deep sadness it had shown just a moment ago.

And as if to prove a point, it actually was Lucas who leaned in first. Jens didn’t even had to think about his reaction when his hand rose to gently cup the other boy’s cheek and pull him closer. Lucas’s eyes fell shut as he melted into the touch.

He was beautiful, Jens thought.

„I’m sorry that I hurt you, Lu.“

His whisper had been cut off on his last word as Lucas’s lips came crashing against his. Almost desperate to feel the elctrifiying contact, while he tugged at Jens’s sweater under the open coat to draw him onto the younger boy.

His mind blurred when he felt the kiss deepen.

Jens lost his balance for a second, causing an arm to tightly sling around his middle. He himself pushing forward a step back into the flat. It was a bad idea, he should stop this.

Apparently the other boy had arrived at the same realisation. The heated kiss suddenly broken off under gasping lungs needing too much air.

„Sorry.“ Lucas whispered, his face red tinted, while Jens was still able to brush over his skin, down his jaw. He could have him, Jens knew, saw it in the younger boy’s eyes.

So Jens stepped back, loosing the contact and the warmth.

„I’ll see you tomorrow?“ He asked. And silently scolded himself that he couldn’t stop his thoughts from all the what if’s, if he would have allowed himself to stay instead.

„Absolutely.“ Lucas affirmed, his breath shaken. God, what Jens wouldn’t give to have his lips back on him. „Oh and please tell your sister, Lies, right? Tell her that I am sorry, that I didn’t get to meet her.“

Jens nodded dumbly as he closed his coat and wrapped his scarf around his neck, that had been loosely draped over his arm til now. It helped him to persuade himself to leave. To ground him in his desicion.

„I’m pretty sure, she feels the same way. But, will do, of course.“ Jens said and for a split second he saw Lucas about to step out of the door to meet Jens again, but the younger boy stood back. Their gazes still locked onto each other since Lucas had brought up his wish to give them time.

It was the right thing to do.

He hated behaving responsibly. It sucked.

„Bye.“

Lucas bid his goodbye with a small wave of his hand, as he rested his head against the doorway and watched Jens descend the stairs. The older boy briefly stopped, before he wouldn’t be able to see Lucas any longer, to turn his head back.

„Bye.“

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