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hp-hcs · 6 months

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I saw your post about being on a big Theodore kick and HONESTLY SAME. Gimme anything Theo and I’ll read it, a Theodore Nott x male reader would honestly be incredible because there’s SO LITTLE OUT THERE (my little gay heart is broken) the plot can be anything you want I just want a happy ending please ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

OH MY GOD THAT IS SO FACTS CAN WE P L E A S E STOP WITH ALL ‘X READER’S INHERENTLY BEING FEM-SPECIFIC????

Splinched (Chapter One) — death eater! theodore nott x splinched! male! muggleborn! reader

TWs: graphic descriptions of a wound, blood, injury, and the like; also theo’s just kinda a dick ngl

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Sshhhh “…nother skirmish has broken out in D…”zzzzzz “…lley, leading to the fire that has com…” ssshhhh “…tely consumed Flourish & Blotts. It is with great sadne…” bzzzz “…nd regret that the Wizarding Wireless Ne…” sshhzzz “…ork News must inform our listeners of the murders o…” pssshzh “…Creevy and Florean Fortes…” ssshhhh “…ue. Additionally, the foll…” zzzzzzsssshh “…en abducted: L…” pssshhhzbbbbzzzz “…Alice…” zzzzzzzhhh “…Y/N L/N…”

Theodore smacks the radio once more and it goes quiet. You flinch back at the sudden aggression.

He mistakes the flinch for movement, whirling around and pointing his wand at your throat.

“Don’t. Move.”

You freeze, eyes wide, and nod rapidly.

Theodore grunts, turning back to his original task of stoking the campfire that existed as the only thing lighting the dark area. The heavily wooded space Theodore had chosen as a stopping spot for the night creeped you out. Branches constantly cracked nearby, leaves rustled with creatures passing through, and the trees rose up so high, the moon and stars were completely blocked out.

Shivering, you drew your meager cloak tighter around yourself, biting your lip in pain as you brush against your wound. You squeeze your nails into your palm to keep from crying out. The waves of pain seem never ending, the wound sending sharp stabs of agony up your ribs and across your entire torso.

“Fucking Salazar, are you really crying?” Theodore’s voice dripped with disgust. “You’re pathetic.”

“Strong words coming from a magical Nazi,” you bite out through the pain, scoffing bitterly. “Just kill me an’ get it over with, for both of our sakes.”

His face contorts into a vicious scowl and his grip tightens around his wand again. He stares at you with those terrifyingly dead eyes before moving closer to where you sit on the ground by the fire.

“You’re injured.”

“What?”

“Merlin, are you fucking stupid?” He spits. “You’re. Injured.”

“Thanks, Sherlock, I wasn’t fucking aware.”

He switches his wand to his other hand and moves even closer, tugging at the edge of your cloak. Your fingers, trembling with the pain and exhaustion you feel, let go of the fabric with no resistance.

“Lumos.”

You can hear Theodore draw in a sharp breath as he holds his wand closer to your torso. His other hand comes up and traces the edge of it with surprisingly gentle fingers.

You wince at the sudden flare of pain.

“Does that hurt?” He glances up at you. You could’ve sworn that for a second, something flashed through those dead eyes—pity, maybe, or sympathy, even?

“No, I actually always flinch whenever something doesn’t hurt.”

“No need to be a smartass,” he sneers, any traces of pity completely gone. “You got splinched.”

You grimace. “Fuck.”

“Indeed,” he drawls, tugging at your cloak. “Take this off.”

You mock-gasp. “Mr. Nott, I barely know you!”

“Merlin help me- I swear to Salazar, L/N…”

You roll your eyes and unfasten your cloak, letting it drop to the ground around you. You shiver in the late evening chill, goosebumps rising on your arms.

Theodore leans in closer, illuminating your wound with his wand. He cringes, his fingers once again returning to trace over the edges, trying to determine how large the injury is.

You gasp in pain, digging your nails into your palms again. Theodore glanced up at you, then back down at your torso.

“Think you could stand?”

You hesitate.

He nods, mostly to himself, and gets to his feet, slinging your arm around his shoulder and half-walking you, half-carrying you into the shoddy tent he’d been able to conjure. (“Believe it or not, L/N, I’ve never seen a muggle tent before. Stop laughing.”)

He helps you lay down on one of the blankets, you wincing with every little movement. He closes and wards the tent with a few simple spells, crawling over and kneeling by your side.

“Take off your shirt,” he grunts as he digs through his bag.

You comply, shaking fingers fumbling with the buttons. Theodore is caught off guard when he doesn’t hear any snappy comeback from you and glances over curiously.

Your shirt’s only about halfway unbuttoned, your fingers too slick with your own blood to unfasten the slippery buttons.

He huffs, smacking your hands away and unbuttoning your shirt himself.

He draws in another sharp breath at the sight. “Uh- this…is beyond my knowledge.”

Your breaths are shallow and your eyes closed. You nod after a second too long, blood rushing in your ears.

“‘ve you got thread an’ a needle?” You ask quietly after a moment.

“No. That’s barbaric. Fucking Merlin-” he huffs, grabbing his wand and trying a few simple healing spells that really don’t do much against a wound of your size.

“Okay. Okay, yeah. O-”

“If you say okay one more time, I’m going to punch you.”

It doesn’t seem like Theodore heard you. “We can’t Apparate, we don’t have a portkey, and you’re too injured to fly or walk. Fuck.”

“Aww, guess you’re gonna have to spend even more time with little ol’ me then, huh?”

“If you weren’t actively bleeding out, I’d crucio your ass so fast,” he threatens through gritted teeth.

“Kinky.”

Theo just sighs and rolls his eyes. “Don’t move. I’m gonna try to fix this, alright?”

“Yeah, cause you’ve been great at that so far.”

He doesn’t answer, instead slowly chanting a spell you’re completely unfamiliar with. You’ve never heard it before, but you can tell that every word that comes out of his mouth is absolutely dripping in Dark magic.

Gasping sharply, fresh, torturous pain claws at your torso, sinking its nails into your flesh and dragging the jagged edges back together. You can feel your bones being jarringly shoved back into place, your skin knitting itself back together twisted and wrong.

You bite your lip to keep from making a sound, your teeth drawing blood as you squeeze your eyes shut. Eventually, you can take no more and cry out in agony, weakly swatting at his hand for him to stop.

His wand falls from his hand with a clatter. He fumbles for what to do, settling on just gripping your hand and shushing you, as if you were a child.

Your chest spasms with the effort of taking a breath, and you grasp his hand back as tight as you can.

“Shit. Okay. Okay- uh, that’s- that’s enough, for now. We can pick this back up tomorrow,” Theo’s voice rises in pitch and his anxiety becomes palpable.

Your fingers tremble against the back of his hand, tears pricking at your eyes as you gasp in a breath. “H-hurts.”

“Shh, I know, I know. I’m sorry,” he whispers, keeping his grasp on your hand steady and smoothing down your hair with his free hand.

Theodore bit his lip nervously. The spell wasn’t finished; your ribs still looked like a jumbled up mess underneath stretched-taut skin. Your entire torso was a mess of contractured scars that left your skin looking wrinkled and messed up, like someone had pulled a running stitch through a piece of fabric too tightly.

You, one of the most bitingly acerbic, tough-as-nails guys he’d ever met, had been reduced to a whimpering, crying mess under Theo’s spell. You still held his hand, but had turned your head to press your face against his knee, mumbling incoherently under your breath.

Theodore could feel the Dark magic of his spell fizzing and crackling off of you. He bit his lip again, deliberating, before gently moving your face back from his knee so that he could lie down next to you.

You blindly reach for him, his hand on your shoulder gently guiding you to bury your face into his chest. He wraps his free arm around your shoulders, keeping you close.

Theo squeezed his eyes shut with every muffled whimper and cry that came from your lips, mentally berating himself for the odd flutter of his heart he feels when you cling to him.

Stop it, Theodore. Now is not the time.

Well…why isn’t it?

He’s alone, in a very small tent, with a cute guy who is utterly reliant on Theo for survival.

Really, what’s so bad about making the best of the current situation?

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Chapter Two

#harry potter #fuck jkr #hp #hp x male reader #x male reader #gay #x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theo nott x reader #theo nott

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silentwhsprs · 11 months

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━━━━━ marthas diner 2 , miles morales

miles and his family are dining in at your workplace, he embarrassed you infront of your entire class, remembering that miles has been missing out on a lot of spanish, so you're using that to your advantage.

there is NO SMUT AT ALL, miles is a minor and so is the reader. Also im planning on making a 8-12part enemies to lovers for miles. just let me know if you would read that, and send requests!

The tension between you two was sky rocketing.

The aroma of Amber and Vanilla Blossom filled the air, and the lights were dimmed low. “Why did you try that, (Y/N)?” Miles asked. You smirked lowly knowing exactly what he meant.

“Try what.. exactly?” You answered, choosing your words carefully. Miles walked towards you slowly but surely. You were backed up against one of the tables but begin rising on the tip of your tennis shoes as he approached you.

His walk was so many things, it just defined him of who he was. After he had lost Uncle Aaron he had changed so much. But you were pretty sure it was more to the story as the blonde girl who came to Visions Academy left 3 days later. You were there to comfort Miles’s family. And they appreciated you very much for that.

“You know what I mean, puta.” He cursed, You gasped not expecting that from your Miles, but you had just as a snappy reply.

“Sí lo hago. pero solo quería que supieras cómo me sentí después de ese pequeño truco que hiciste en clase.” (Yes, I do. but I just wanted you to know how I felt after that little trick you pulled in class.)

Miles stood right infront of you. He wasn’t that tall, he only stood at 5’11. Whilst you were around 5’8 (Tall Girl Supremacy) Although you were tall, he could look down on you. But being this close you could examine his face carefully.

He had honey brown eyes but around the top it was like coated dark chocolate, and he had freckles just like Señora Morales. But his lips are full and pink. You didn’t realize it but things just felt right. The creases on your shoes would be unbearable for as long as you continued working at Martha’s.

Miles looked deep into your eyes, he leaned in and so did you. Your lips touched but the abrupt ringing of his phone and clashing in the back stopped you two from getting any further. You read the reader and saw a girl as the profile picture, you couldn’t read the name but you remember the same blonde and pink hair with the shaved side. Expect her hair looked longer and the shaved side never grew.

You felt all heartbreak as Miles quickly answered the phone walking away. You noticed him peak to look at you a few times but you released yourself from the uncomfy stance and walked to the back to grab your things. All you had to was lock up the building, so that’s all you were going to do.

You should’ve locked Miles in the building but you would get fired immediately. When you walked back into the dining area, Miles was still on the phone.

“Miles! Time to go I’m locking up!” You shouted, wanting it to be loud enough for the mistress on the phone. “Yeah, I’m on my way. Bye Gwen.”

Miles walked toward you, following you out the building. It was still raining but the streetlights and building is what made everyone capable to se e outside the noir sky.

“I’m sorry for embarrassing you infront of the class.” He apologized. You glanced at him and kept walking. You just continuously thought about Gwen Stacy. The lace on the tip of your skirt got wet. And the noises of your shoes squelching in the rain made it hard to breathe.

“Who’s Gwen?” You questioned. Miles had stopped in his path, realizing he never told you about Gwen. Not that you needed to know but you guys could never put a label on your friendship. Some people thought you were enemies, some acquaintances, some friends, and maybe a little of that group thought you two were romantic.

“Just a friend.” He casually smoothed, you scoffed.

You stopped in your path aswell but you two were about 5 meters apart. “Look, tell me the truth, Miles.”

“No.” He hastily said. “Vete a la mierda Miles Morales. No vengas a llorar si Gwen dice que no está enamorada de ti. Como sabía de ella, simplemente no sabía su nombre, pero ahora que sé quién es. Estoy bastante seguro de que lo sé ahora.” (Fuck you Miles Morales. Don't come crying if Gwen says she's not in love with you. Since I knew about her, I just didn't know her name, but now that I know who she is. I'm pretty sure I know now.)

You walked away, ignoring the calls of Miles and him chanting that he had to make sure you got home safe. You didn’t need to be around him right now. Cause you didn’t know what you felt for him, and he obviously didn’t know what he felt for you.

Once you made it home you stood by the door, leaving your forehead to touch the rusty wood. You heard cartoons playing on the TV and you fathers snoring. Your mother took back working late night shifts so you were stuck with your father. The keys jangled as you walked in. You plopped off your tennis shoes and tip toed to your bedroom.

Your window was cracked open, but you stood in your bedroom without moving. But, just sat down on your bed. You closed your eyes and grabbed the Sony headphones off your dresser and played (Y/F/S) (Your Favorite Song, and play the song fr babes). You hummed the tune and imagined a world where you had everything you wanted.

Being zoned out, you didn’t hear the figure that entered through your bedroom window. He touched one of your eyelids, but you jumped up at the feeling. And sprayed your bug spray you kept handy on the floor. The figure started screaming and hollering and started spraying webs? everywhere.

You took yourself into realization snatching the headphones of your ears. Spiderman was in your room. You had sprayed Spiderman with bug spray. After a minute his eyes have seemed to healed and he had sat down in the corner of your room. You checked various times to see if your father had awoken but luckily he didn’t just a few movements here and there.

After the silence, Spiderman had spoken up. “Did you know it’s National Make People Happy Day?”

“No.” You whispered. You thought about Miles, yeah right.

“Well, when I saw you listening to music which I assume is a coping mechanism I knew exactly what would put a smile on your face.” He shared.

“As much as I should be cautious of you right now, show me what you got Spidey.” You smiled. Spiderman grabbed your waist and jumped out the window, you tucked your face into his shoulder but also tried to hold your dress down from flying up. You were an idiot for not changing.

Spiderman swung ontop and through buildings, and since the streets were surprisingly empty he has a little fun there aswell. He had swung through a deli and picked up two sandwiches and waters. He had made his final stop; destination. Which was on top of the Brooklyn Tower. The rain had stopped but the rain scent was still lingering, but somehow your scent was stronger than any rain.

Spiderman opened the sandwiches and handed you one, “This is making me happy?” You asked. He reminded you much of Miles.

“Yep.” He said, popping the ‘p.’

Spiderman pulled his mask up, but you turned away instantly. Prepared to eat sitting backwards. “Slow down, I’m not gonna pull it up all the way.”

You chuckled, “Oh, My bad. I just read a lot of comics and superhero TV shows and we all know that if they’re masked it’s for a good reason. And usually the person who knows the secret identity is the love interest and they die either in the prequel or in the sequel. And I’m way to young to die.”

Spiderman looked up at you, “You remind me of two people. You know that?” He said.

“Oh really, Who?”

“Gwanda and (N/N).” He revealed. “Holy, My nickname is (N/N).” You smiled.

You ate the sandwich and popped in a fresh mint. You looked at Spiderman. Or atleast what you could see, and recognized those same full but pink lips. It couldn’t be Miles… right? You really didn’t want to kiss a stranger if you were wrong. But you also said you didn’t wanna die young. But if this was Miles, was he trying to win you back with his alternate identity.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Spiderman asked, looking up at your (E/C) eyes. He so bad wanted to you who he was. “Nah.” You declined. “Can you take me home?” You asked.

Spiderman grabbed your waist and swung you two home. You enjoyed the breeze and looked down on Brooklyn. You loved your city. Spiderman places you right in your room, getting ready to swing back out.

“Spiderman?” You said, walking closer to him. “Yeah?”

You stood close just as Miles did you in the diner, you shakily used the tips of your fingers and grabbed the mask. Slowly, you pulled it up as he allowed you. Spiderman leaned in and placed his lips on yours. You took yourself into shock but finished pulling up the mask and releasing it onto the ground. Spider-Man’s hands found themselves on your waist.

As your hands found themselves on his cheeks. You felt for something..anything. But your lips connected together like a puzzle pieces that was awaiting to find its pair. You pulled out of the kiss first, slowly opening your eyes.

The person who stood infront of you was

“Miles?”

yeah ikik, next part will be up soon! and that’ll be the last part and the overall shortest.

#miles morales x reader #comics #rio morales #jeff davis #miles morales #spiderman across the spiderverse

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i6mimi · 1 year

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[EN- & TXT AS TYPES OF MEETS]en- & txt x gn reader. fluff!

JUNGWON ,, “cliche umbrella moment”

you were shaken awake by your friend. ‘cmonnn wake up its time to go home!!’ your friend wines, pulling at your sleeve. this woke you up, there were tests coming and you still hadn’t studied. ‘What!? im- im gonna go home, enjoy your club, okay?’ you stumbled, packing up your stationary. the rain patted the windows roughly as you strolled down the hallway. the large keychains on your bag jingled. it was pouring when you reached the large school door. you mumbled softly about not having an umbrella, until you felt a soft pat on your shoulder. ‘you wanna walk under my umbrella with me?’ your class president softly asked you with his welcoming dimples. and so, you agreed and 2 months later, jungwon is your beloved boyfriend.

JAKE ,, “skating is hard to master”

you, impulsively (and at 2am), decided to learn how to skate. so, you went to the nearest skate park, thinking that no one would be there at this late hour. trying your best to stay balanced on your skateboard, you fell. ‘hey!’ you hear a voice call out from behind you, ‘you okay?!’ the figure coming closer. the boy crouches down beside you, you take in his pretty features. ‘you’re doing it wrong!’ he exclaims, helping you up. ‘thank you, but, what’re you doing here at 2am?!’ you send him a side eye. ‘i could ask you the same thing!’ he squints at you. he giggles and teaches you new trucks throughout the night.

YEONJUN ,, “i love this song!”

as you walked around the corner shop, you mumbled lyrics to the song that was playing. grabbing snacks and skipping through the isles. you stopped in your tracks when you heard a voice. a boy was singing, and it was one of the best singing voices you have ever heard. you gathered up all the courage you had and held your breathe. slowly, you made your way to the boy. ‘e-excuse me’ you sounded so small, taking in a breathe you carried on, ‘yeah?’ the pretty boy questioned, slightly embarrassed that you had heard him. ‘your voice is really nice!’ you stated, the hold you had on your basket slightly shaking. ‘really?! thank you!’, he smiled. now he comes to the small shop everyday just to see you.

SOOBIN, “im so sorry!!!’

you walked into the library after a long day at school. you sat down at the back table, next to the window. you took out your stationary and books. you remembered that there was this one romance novel a friend recommended to you, and what better time to get it than now? you got up and went into the romance isle. running your fingers across the spines of the books you finally reached the familiar title. placing your hand over it, a gasp left your mouth as you felt another large, warm hand over yours. ‘o-oh im so sorry, you take it!’ the tall boy apologised and backed away. a giggle left your lips as you took it and placed it in his hands. ‘come sit and read it with me?’ you asked.

@ i6mimi. do not repost. reblogs and likes are appreciated! <3

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sitp-recs · 1 year

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Happiest of birthdays to the one and only Crow! I won’t be tagging them since they’re currently on hiatus but this was a great excuse to finally do a (much) belated reclist. Crow has been on my radar since I first read The Other Cottage - I was immediately taken aback by its intriguing atmosphere, original plot and the mindblowing ending that had me gasping in delight. You can bet I did my due diligence and quickly devoured everything else from their catalogue, which was how I realized I had found another incredibly talented, another favorite author to hold close to my heart.

Crow explores the themes that fascinate me the most - life, time and mortality - and even their dark fics (a genre I don’t normally indulge) feel so thought-provoking and cathartic. There’s no best feeling that knowing you can trust that one author to tick all your boxes with every fic, no matter the story, trope or ending they go for. Crow has written a little bit of everything (and I tried my best to include different flavours here) but I’m not gonna lie, their poignant and aching angst is my ultimate jam. Some of these fics changed me in deep and lasting ways, and I’ve talked extensively about one or two of them. It was so hard to keep this short and not highlight all of Crow’s 27 works, but here are my top 10 favorites. As always this is a 100% personal rec list but there’s a bit of everything here so I hope everyone can find their thing and enjoy these just as much as I did. Don’t forget to leave them kudos and comments to celebrate Crow’s day!!

♦️ Magpie (E, 4k) - klepto Harry with a dark edge is everything we didn’t know we needed! Such a brutal - and brilliant - fic, I was completely enraptured by his charming characterization and the ending left me breathless

Potter doesn't steal because he needs anything, Draco quickly learns. He doesn't do it because it makes him feel anything. It isn't about power, and it isn't about control. Potter just does it because he can.

🥘 Mise en Place (T, 5.4k) - a tender and tasty treat, with lots of kitchen flirting and food porn. I live for sweet pining!Harry and their mutual obliviousness, it never gets old. Short and sweet as all good things are!

Draco needs to learn how to cook, and luckily, Harry knows his way around a kitchen. The fact that Draco is using his newfound cooking skills to impress another man... Well, Harry just tries not to think about that too much.

🔪 The Thousand Deaths (E, 6k) - yes yes yes suicidal vampire murder husbands bound to live eternally!!!! This is a genius concept that once again blows my mind, I love the dark humor and overall depressing tone, it’s so uniquely cathartic. Every murder husbands fan has to go read this now!

When the Kedavras don’t work, they try wooden stakes. When the stakes don’t work, they try blades. When the blades don’t work, the truth spills between them like the vast, churning ocean — eternity, inescapable.

🪞 The Other Cottage (T, 6.5k) - here’s your spooky treat for the day, this fic is so creepy and clever and atmospheric it will immediately lure you in. This is unlike anything I’ve read so far. Masterful pacing and a delicious pining Draco spiralling towards a breathtaking ending!

If Pansy wasn’t shagging Ginny Weasley, Draco would never have been dragged to Luna’s ridiculous Halloween party in the first place - meaning he wouldn't be sitting in the corner of the room with Harry Potter all night.

🌌 An Emerald In The Sky (M, 6.6k) - an all-time fave of mine, my whole heart belongs to this time travel masterpiece, achingly bittersweet and heart-wrenching. It’s impossible not to fall in love with Harry through Draco’s POV, it’s impossible to stop thinking about this love story once you’ve read it.

The hardest part about shagging an Unspeakable is that they’re not allowed to speak of anything. All Draco knows is that Harry works in Time. Harry works in Time, and while he’s out there in all of that time, it is as unforgiving to him as it is to anyone.

📱 With Hands Full of Dusk (E, 15k) - it’s a crime that this story is so low on kudos and comments but I hope this ends now because wow, I’ve never read something so quietly atmospheric like this. Intriguing plot and brilliant execution exploring the fascinating combo of mystery, excitement, frustration and loneliness surrounding a researcher’s life. Also: phone sex my beloved!!!!!!

Harry thought he'd found what he was searching for after the war. But as the quiet life he's earned begins to unravel at the seams, he finds himself searching instead for an elusive, mythical creature found only in lore and legend - with none other than Draco Malfoy as his companion.

🪢 The Seventh Life (E, 18k) - vampire Draco and mortal Harry as doomed lovers across lifetimes yes please!!! Is there anything more romantic - or devastating?? Another tender, haunting and bittersweet love story that left me in shambles and I thanked Crow for it. I am obsessed with this plot and the feels it gave me ugh how can I go on with my life now

If Draco had looked the other way, he may never have seen him again. But Draco turned, because he always would have turned. He found him, because he always would have found him - in life, in death, or in Paris.

🐍 In The Company Of Serpents (E, 25k) - love myself an intriguing case fic and this one is so creative and engaging! Fabulous setting, hot Parselmouth Harry and a brilliant take on Astoria, one of my favourites in fact. I adore the tentative Drarry dynamics and that bedroom sex scene is absolutely phenomenal, oof big smut rec here guys 🔥

There’s something wrong with the serpents at the Greengrass Ophidiarium. Luckily, a certain Parselmouth just might be able to help.

✉️ Twelve Moons (T, 27k) - cottagecore Drarry for skin cleansing, this soft slow burn mended my heart and it’s a great pick when you’re in need of comfort fics. It was a delight to follow this in real time too, v creative storytelling!

Harry Potter lives a quiet life, running an inn with his two best friends. Once a month, Draco Malfoy comes to stay. A real-time fic that takes place over the course of a year; updates every full moon.

🪴 Buds, Blooms, and Beards (E, 27k) - sex education fics are my jam, especially if it’s an experienced and sexy Draco guiding Harry through his bi discovery, yum! You’d think this is all about smut but it’s actually a gentle and comforting story about trust and friendship, one of the best portrayals of Harry & Ginny as friends and confidants, and a delightful “coming out” slow burn!

Harry and Ginny have built an easy, happy life for themselves after the war. They run a thriving plant shop together, they have a great relationship, and they're definitely not gay.

#happy bday crow!! 🎉🎉🎉#Drarry reclist

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rumalumasuns · 1 year

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"Each day I love you more, today more than yesterday, and less than tomorrow" (Rosemonde Gerard) - With Shu Yamino

Based (loosely) on Beauty and the Beast by Disney (for the first part y'all might wanna listen to this song for reference if y'all don't know it already lol)

Part of my Living in a Fairy Tale series

!- Reader is Gender neutral (if I made a mistake somewhere I apologize and I'll fix it as soon as possible!)

!- Mentions of shooting, blood, killing, obsessive behavior from antagonists, magic curses, gremlins

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, Shu Speaking

Original work by rumalumasuns, 5,175 words (it's long sorry haha), unedited but I will do so when I have time later :)

Once upon a time,...

There was a handsome, young prince by the name of Shu Yamino de Luxiem of the Kingdom of Ninisani. Shu was a peculiar prince. He wasn't like his oldest brother Vox, the Crown Prince, his older brother Ike, an infamous novelist, his younger brother Mysta, an acute detective, or his youngest brother Luca, the Captain of the Imperial Guard. Instead, he was a sorcerer - one with a high aptitude for performing curses.

Although his art was looked down upon by those around him, as curses were seen as taboo, his brothers didn't mind, and even supported him! Shu was a prince, and he could (within reason) do what he desired. His art wasn't useless either: with the help of his curses, many monster and demon subjugations went smoothly.

So, what went wrong?

As stated, Shu was a peculiar prince. It wasn't just because of his curses. Rather, he was interested in many peculiar things, including tales of sky dragons and fairies and mermaids, as well as unusual trinkets. While strolling through the woods, Shu stumbled upon something glowing within the bushes. His curiosity peaked, and he absolutely HAD to see what the glowing substance was, possibly bring it home for research.

Once Shu parted the bushes, he came upon a glorious, glowing piece of...excrement. AKA poop.

"Huh? Why is this poop glowing?" thought Shu, as he began to, without thinking, reach for the poop. Before he could get his hands on it, however, he was stopped by a screech.

"HOW DARE YOU! YOU DARE LAY YOUR HANDS ON MY PRECIOUS EXCREMENTOUS SUBSTANCIOUS???"

Shu whipped around in panic, even though he didn't even touch the poop. Behind him was an infuriated gremlin. It stomped its feet and roared in rage, waving its magic staff around. At this point, Shu was confused by such actions.

"But...but it's just glowing poop?"

"NO! IT IS MY PRECIOUS! FOR YOUR CRIME, YOU WILL PAY!"

The gremlin roared and hastily waved its staff around, chanting.

"WITH MY CURSE, ONE NEEDS TO FIND SOME-ONE WHO SEES BEAU-TY, IN EVE-RY-THING EV-EN IF IT'S THE WORST YOU'VE EV-ER SEEN! BUT WHO ON EARTH WOULD LOVE A BEAST AS HID-E-OUS AS HE? NO ONE, THAT'S WHO! AND SO THE NAR-RA-TIVE CEAS-ES TO BE!"

"Wait!"

But before Shu could stop him, the gremlin cursed the prince. A glow surrounded Shu, and all he could hear was the gremlin faintly cackling as his vision filled with white.

When his vision cleared, Shu found himself on a grassy cliff covered by a forest of tall oak trees that overlooked a small town. In a daze, Shu vaguely noted his location as he scanned a sign that was posted in front of the small town's entrance, showing "Petit Mura of the Kingdom of Ninisani".

".......What just happened??"

Shu gasped, then grasped for his throat, thinking it was weird that his voice came out in a much more low and gruff tone, only to retract his hand quickly after feeling not flesh on his neck, but fur. His eyes widened once he caught sight of his hand- er, paw. A paw with black fur. He then looked down at his clothes, now wrapping around his black fur-covered body. His shoes were gone, replaced with large black paws with sharp silver claws. Shu quickly looked around for anything reflective near his location and found a lake a couple meters behind him. Shu hurriedly ran to it to look at his reflection, and his eyes widened. His face now had a fuzzy snout and thick, pointy ears. The only things that could show that he was Prince Shu were his violet eyes and a small ahoge that was reminiscent of his yellow hair back in his human form.

"I'm...a panther beast? Well, cool, but I have to go back home. My brothers are probably waiting."

So, Shu tried to undo his curse and go on his way, thinking that it would be easy since he specialized in curses. However, he discovered that he couldn't undo it. In fact, he couldn't do curse magic at all, besides summoning a couple shikigamis, which he lovingly called his Yaminions. Perplexed, but getting his priorities straight, he sent one Yaminion to the castle to let his brothers know that he was okay.

Shu then tried to think about what he should do next, but before he could reflect on his situation any further, his train of thought was halted by a small voice singing, coming from the town behind him. Curiosity, as always, got the better of Shu as he crept through the trees until he got to the edge of the cliff and peeped over, not wanting any locals to spot him and chase him away in horror.

"𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞…𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞."Shu observed the person singing as they sang about how they are stuck in a town with life that was too repetitive. They held a book in their hand titled Sorcery Through the Ages.

"They seem kind and knowledgeable...Maybe they're understanding enough to give me some help and shelter until I can figure all of this out..."

Shu’s main objective was to look at the townspeople and find potential people who could help him, including the person with the book. He continued to watch as the person went through the little town, as others (for some strange reason Shu couldn't fathom) began to join in singing. The song by the townspeople was filled with insults and praises alike: how weird the person was for reading such strange books, and how beautiful this person was despite their flaws - in short, the townspeople talked about how the person was nothing like the rest of those in the town. He also learned the person's name through the song: Beau/Belle (Beau or Belle depending on what y'all prefer).

Shu saw how they sighed at the townspeople who doubted them, and how they had to shoo two people - possible suitors of Belle/Beau - away before they went into their home.

After looking over the town for a little longer, Shu decided he needed to find or make a temporary shelter for the evening. He went to one of the nearby oak trees before asking his four Yaminions to help him build a treehouse (really just a wooden tent on a sturdy branch), climbing the tree easily with his new body, and eventually resting in his shelter.

His eyes drooped promptly after settling down, as he reflected on the day's events.

"... What a day...," said Shu, before his eyes closed, and slumber came to him.

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Shu was abruptly awoken in the dark by one of his Yaminions, who was frantically indicating to the ground. His ears perked up upon hearing rustles and cracks coming from below. Cautiously, Shu craned his neck out of his shelter to direct his vision downwards, where he saw an old man harvesting what appeared to be faintly golden-glowing acorns. Shu watched as the old man hemmed and grumbled about how peculiar his child was to always want these for their birthday.

Resolving to find a proper shelter, Shu slowly and silently shimmeyed (lol try saying that 5 times fast) down the tree. When he was a couple feet behind the old man, he carefully cleared his throat. The old man whipped his head behind in a panic, wondering who on Ninisani would be awake at this hour besides him. He didn't see anything besides the slight glimmer of Shu's amethyst, beastly eyes.

After Shu noted that the old man saw him, he opened his mouth.

"... Please don't scream. I would only like some assistance from you if that is alright?"

The old man pondered a moment before nodding his head.

"Come into the light, please," said the old man. Slowly, Shu emerged from his place in the dark to the dimly lit area that the old man with his faintly glowing acorns was in.

The old man’s eyes widened as he let out an audible gasp. Shu’s full panther beast form was shown to him, something he’d only heard about through the stories that his child read to him while he was working with the acorns. Unable to overcome his shock, the old man fainted.

Shu rushed to the side of the man.

“Oh no, oh no, please wake up!! I just wanted... to ask... for... help..."

Shu tapped the side of the old man’s face and shook his shoulders slightly, before sighing and looking around for a safe place to put the old man (as Shu did not know where the old man lived).

Eventually, Shu decided to bring the old man back to his makeshift shelter, and with the help of his Yaminions, he leaped up to the treehouse, carrying the old man on his back.

After securing the old man in place so that he won't fall even if he woke up in a panic, Shu sighed deeply, hoping that tomorrow morning he could have an actual conversation with the man. He assigned one of his Yaminions to keep watch before he fell into slumber.

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"𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫? 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮!… 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬… 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬… 𝐎𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞!"

Shu's ears perked up upon hearing the sound of a person venturing through the woods. Lazily, one of his eyes opened, as Shu noted that it was now late morning. Beside him was the unconscious old man, whom Shu believed was the father that the person below was looking for.

To see who the person was, Shu looked out from his shelter, only to have his eyes widen in surprise as he saw the Belle/Beau from the day before now in the woods.

'They must be this old man's child...'

Shu then thought of a plan. Although he never wanted to bargain using someone's life, in this case, he had to if he wanted to gain even a slim possibility of the help that Belle/Beau could offer. So, he called out to them from the treehouse.

"You there! I have your father. I have kept him safe in the woods after I found him passed out. However, I will not release him yet."

Belle/Beau looked around for the source of the voice before spotting a faint outline of Shu's rickety treehouse near the top of one of the oak trees.

"𝐔𝐡𝐦… 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐭? 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭? 𝐈 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐧𝐨𝐰!"

"I'm afraid I cannot do that, unless you promise me something."

"…𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐢𝐫, 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫."

"That... well... I need some help and shelter. You see, I was cursed-"

"𝐇𝐦𝐦? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞?"

"I said I was cursed- darn it, why can't I say it??"

"…𝐒𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤."

"Th-There's no need for that! I... I'll come down. But first, may I ask if you have ever encountered mythical creatures before? Such as beastmen?"

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧- 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬… 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤, 𝐬𝐢𝐫?" asked Y/N in a suspicious voice.

"... Well, you're about to meet one, so..."

Y/N's face pulled into one of surprise before they quickly composed themself.

"𝐀𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭."

Y/N stared at the tree leaves, getting ready to use the book in their hand to defend themself, and waited. Eventually, they heard the rustle of the leaves and something heavy made its way down.

First, Y/N saw a black, long tail. Then, they saw pants and a coat. Eventually, all of Shu was shown as he made his descent from the top of the tree, and Y/N saw it all: a panther beastman with amethyst-colored eyes and their father on his back.

"𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!" exclaimed Y/N as they rushed to his side, shaking him awake. Eventually, the old man awoke, dazed and confused as to why his child was shaking him so hard. Then, he looked around and slowly began to recall the events of the night before. Quickly, he stood up and shielded Y/N away from the beastman.

"What have you done to me?"

"Uh, I haven't done anything. I brought you back to my temporary shelter because you fainted after you saw me..."

"... Oh. Well, what do you want with us?"

"I only would like a place to stay for a couple of months. You see, I have a situation that requires me to find a shelter..."

"What situation?"

"I... I can't say. B-But! I will prove to you that I have no bad intentions. I'll cook and help you with things if you need it: I only ask that you provide me a place to stay for a couple of months. Afterwards, I will reward you greatly."

"Pfft- reward? What could you possibly offer us?" asked the old man with a scoff.

"𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞?" asked Y/N, with a glimmer of hope in their eyes as they clutched their book harder with their hands.

"Uhm, I don't know of other beast people than me, but I can provide you help with my curses, and my Yaminions."

"𝐘𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬?"

Shu then summoned four shikigamis, each swirling around him before tentatively going towards Y/N, who looked upon them with wonder. Noticing their child's excitement, the old man considered taking the beastman in.

"...Alright, we'll let you stay with us. But, if there is any funny business, just know that we will not hesitate to defend ourselves," said the old man, who moved his hand towards a gun that was resting on his hip. Shu nodded in understanding.

"I promise, no funny business."

After a moment of silence, the old man sighed before he motioned Shu to follow him. Shu, the old man, and Y/N went on a path that was covered, likely to prevent Shu from being seen by the townspeople, who would definitely try to chase him out of the town, or even kill him.

While walking, Shu ended up side by side with Y/N, who then turned to him and introduced themself.

"𝐈'𝐦 𝐘/𝐍 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞/𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐋/𝐍. 𝐀 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞/𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐞. 𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦."

"...I'll call you Y/N if that's alright?"

Y/N's eyes brightened before they nodded and smiled.

"𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞?"

"...I'm Shu. Shu...Kurano."

"𝐖𝐨𝐰, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦."

"Haha... do I?"

"𝐘𝐞𝐩! 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜! 𝐈𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠!"

Shu watched as the person continued to praise him (unknowingly), feeling slightly warm inside. No one had liked his practice in curse magic, much less find it interesting. Everyone else besides his brothers feared or disliked it, even his own servants. But, not this person.

'This is nice,' thought Shu, as he continued to converse more with Y/N. Through their conversation, he found out about how Y/N moved to this town when they were little, and grew up being told how unusual or strange they were for being interested in peculiar things.

"Me too, I'm like that also. Growing up, the people around me thought I was weird, haha."

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬�� 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧!" laughed Y/N.

Y/N then talked about how they recently were constantly bothered by these siblings who were infamous in town, Gastro and Gastria LeGuem, who tried to court them and show off to them.

"𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 '𝐍𝐎'! 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝?"

"Not at all, they sound like tough people to deal with."

"𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞."

Little did Y/N know, Gastro and Gastria were obsessed with Y/N. They both knew Y/N's habits, their favorite foods, and their three sizes - and they wanted to know more. They wanted to make Y/N theirs (to share, they weren't sure yet but they figured they could battle it out). So when Gastro and Gastria detected a new presence entering the L/N household, they became on edge.

Just after Y/N helped Shu settle in, they heard a frantic knock on the house's front door. Y/N peeked out from the little window in Shu's room, only to groan when they saw Gastro and Gastria outside.

"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭? 𝐈'𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦."

"Why are you looking for your soulmate?"

Y/N turned from the window to look at Shu.

"…𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐚𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞."

"That... sounds so amazing! I've never heard of something like that."

"𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮."

The two smiled at each other for a moment, until loud banging came again from the front door. Y/N groaned again, muttering curses under their breath.

"𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦."

"Alright, good luck!" Shu gave Y/N a thumbs-up as they left the room.

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"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭?" said Y/N in a slightly harsh and frustrated tone.

"MY LOVE! I am so happy you could grace us with your presence," said Gastro, who bowed deeply and tried to reach for Y/N's hand to give them a kiss on it, before he was pulled away by his sister.

"YES, MY LOVE! We came to make sure that everything was okay in this household. Is there someone who came to visit? Your house smells... different. Musky. I do not like it."

Y/N sighed.

"𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐧𝐨, 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭."

"I SEE! Well, Gastria, I guess it is alright then. Will you, Y/N, let us into your house for a moment? I would like to give my greetings to my future father-in-law," said Gastro, as he began to force his way into the house.

"𝐍𝐨! 𝐆𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮!" and with that Y/N slapped Gastro out of the doorway. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞!"

The door slammed in Gastro and Gastria's faces.

"...Brother, something is not right. Y/N clearly lied to us just now."

"I know, sister. It is obvious that Y/N loves us."

"Well, there's that, but I clearly sense another presence in there. It is not our future father-in-law, but it is definitely male."

"*Gasp* No! Well, we just have to kill him off, don't we sister?"

Gastria grinned maliciously.

"Yes brother, we do. Let us go get our guns ready."

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A couple months passed, and Y/N thought that these might be some of the best months of their life. During that time, Y/N and Shu got to know more of each other, and Y/N did not see the LeGuem siblings at all. They were satisfied, thinking that they finally got rid of the siblings once and for all.

Y/N and Shu read books together, discussing the content, and Shu talked about his adventures and encounters with peculiarities. There were the occasional admiration speeches from Y/N whenever the topic of curse magic was brought up, as it related to Prince Shu.

"You know, you're really an odd one Y/N. N-Not in a bad way or anything, but in a good way! It's just, don't you think curse magic is scary or weird?"

"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝? 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐝. 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰?"

Shu's chest felt warm. Lately, he kept getting these warm feelings whenever Y/N expressed their interest and acceptance of Prince Shu and his curse magic (well, because it's about him, obviously). He had a feeling he knew what this warmth meant, but he decided to push it to the back of his head for now.

"Alright you two, come and eat some breakfast," said the old man. The old man had been observing the interactions between his child and Shu, and while he was at first afraid that Shu would do something, he found Shu to be quite helpful and kind. Much better than anyone else in the town (besides their town's librarian, who always had books to share with Y/N). If only Shu wasn't a beastman...

His train of thought was interrupted by someone bursting through their door. Shu whipped his head up, only to make eye contact with the LeGuem siblings.

"AHHHHH Y/N MY LOVE! YOU ARE IN DANGER! I KNEW WE SHOULD HAVE INVESTIGATED SOONER!" exclaimed Gastro, looking at Shu in rage and in disgust as he started to raise his gun.

"Y/N, SWEETIE, LEAVE HIM TO US. GO HIDE WITH FATHER-IN-LAW!" said Gastria in a shrill voice, as she grinned and cocked her gun to Shu's chest area.

"𝐍𝐨!" exclaimed Y/N, as they pulled Shu to the side just as the first shot was fired. They took Shu's paw and urged him up the stairs, as the old man threw some plates at Gastro and Gastria to distract them.

Once Y/N and Shu got in his room, Y/N brought out a bag of emergency supplies for Shu.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞-"

"But what about you!" asked Shu, as his paws enveloped the hand he was holding.

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞! 𝐆𝐨!" said Y/N, as they opened up one of the back windows and pushed Shu out. Shu landed on his feet paws before he turned to look back at the window. He saw Y/N motioning frantically to the road they took when they first brought him to their home. Although Shu didn't want to, he eventually sprinted down the road, not looking back. His speed as a beastman allowed him to quickly get back to the area he was in before: the forest on a cliff overlooking the town.

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A couple days passed, where Shu was lazily living a solitary life in his treehouse, worrying about Y/N, when one of his Yaminions, which he sent to watch over Y/N, frantically floated to him.

It made motions on his paw, crumpling up like origami and animating with its paper form who he assumed to be Y/N getting brought to a stake a burning.

He sat up with a start.

"They're going to burn Y/N at the stake?? But I thought Gastra and Gustrio or whatever loved them?? What happened? What about their father??"

The Yaminion crumpled up into a different scene and showed Gastro and Gastria beating up the old man, who kept trying to protect Y/N from them before Gastria raised her gun and shot him in the head. Y/N fell to the floor, shouting curses at the siblings, before clutching their father to their chest. The siblings left Y/N with their dying father in some room, and locked them up, as Y/N continued to cradle their father as he slowly died. He said something to Y/N, then went limp. Y/N sobbed silently over their father's corpse. The Yaminion then went back to its original shape.

"...So, just because they refused to like the siblings back, the siblings killed their father and now are going to kill them? WHAT?" Shu stood up, enraged, and resolved to help Y/N, even if it meant getting killed. Y/N was one of the only ones who believed in and accepted him, even as a beastman and Shu was willing to finally acknowledge what he felt for them: love.

He jumped down the tree, his Yaminions floating after him, as they rushed towards the town. Dusk was approaching, meaning Shu did not have much time left to save Y/N.

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When he got to the entrance of the town, Shu sent his Yaminions to find where Y/N was placed for preparing for the "burning ceremony". Lately, Shu had found that he could perform a little bit of some other magic as long as he used their elementary spells (level 1 and 2 spells). So, he used his level 2 spell of cloaking with the shadows to be able to sneak around town and find the siblings who were causing all this trouble. If possible, he wanted to deal with them before they could harm anyone else. People in the town were milling about, lingering around the stake that Y/N was going to be burned at.

"I heard that they were a witch who enticed a magic beast to come into town for a while before the LeGuem siblings caught on and saved us!"

"Oh, bless those siblings! They are always such a help when it comes to the big hunts."

"Yes. They're also so charming! It's about time that Y/N got their retribution for rejecting such amazing people so often."

Shu scoffed internally at the gossip from the people he passed by.

'The siblings aren't charming, they're crazy!' thought Shu. 'You can have them, just leave Y/N alone!'

After a couple minutes of searching, Shu found the LeGuem siblings in a pub, as the people within sang praises of them for protecting them from the "witch" Y/N and for being so good-looking and strong.

Shu waited for the siblings to come out, before he revealed himself, much to the horror of the townspeople.

"IT'S THE WITCH'S COMPANION!"

"SAVE US, GASTRO! SAVE US GASTRIA!"

The siblings smirked at the desperate cries of the siblings before they pulled out their guns and started shooting at Shu. Shu called upon his level 1 wind magic spell "Deflect" and was able to make the bullets go around him and stop their motion. Gastria became uneased, as she never had to deal with an opponent who used magic, while Gastro growled in frustration, disliking Shu's move. He began to recklessly shoot at Shu, and the bullets began to go toward the townspeople. In a panic, the townspeople scattered away to their houses, screaming.

Shu didn't pay any mind to the screams as he started to make attacks of his own, summoning level 2 fire spells to burn the clothes and hair of Gastro and Gastria, leaving Gastria bald and Gastro's shirt in smoldering tatters. The siblings yelped as they continued to reload and shoot at Shu, though their attempts were futile. Shu would've won if it weren't for the fact that Gastro and Gastria directed their attention to someone behind him.

Gastria and Gastro cackled in madness, before shooting at Y/N, who had a yellow outfit adorned with gold, probably for the burning ceremony.

"NO!" Shu sent a gust of wind to direct the bullets away from Y/N, who held their father's gun in one hand and a shield in the other. They would've been fine even if Shu didn't do anything, but Shu didn't care. His priority was to protect them.

And he did, at the expense of his own protection. Laughing harshly, Gastria pointed her gun at Shu.

"For Y/N's love!" she exclaimed before firing her remaining two bullets into Shu's chest.

"For our love!" exclaimed her brother, who followed suit and gave Shu bullet wounds in the leg and arms.

"𝐍𝐨!" cried Y/N, as they aimed their gun and shot at Gastria and Gastro's hands. As they practiced with this gun a lot with their father, all of Y/N's shots met their mark, leaving Gastro and Gastria to scream in pain and leaving their hands immobile. Their guns left their hands and flew to the ground near Y/N, who then crushed them using the shield in their hand.

Shu's Yaminions flew from behind the shield (as they were there reinforcing the shield in case any bullets came for Y/N). They hit the back of the necks of the LeGuem siblings, knocking them unconscious, before quickly going to Shu.

Y/N followed them and ran to Shu's side. They gasped at the multiple bleeding wounds he had, and his Yaminions, who once frantically floated around Shu to try and save him, were now drifting to Shu's side and fading away.

In a frenzy, Y/N ripped off a part of their sleeve and applied pressure to the wound bleeding the most, gasping as tears formed in their eyes.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲- 𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐢𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝-"

"Y/N..."

Y/N looked over at Shu in shock, tears streaming down their face as they continued to try and staunch the bleeding.

"… 𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐮?" replied Y/N shakily as they continued to apply pressure.

"... I love you."

"𝐒𝐡𝐮, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰!-"

"Y/N... I'm afraid I'm running out of time."

Shu chuckled weakly, his smile strained and pained, and he looked upon Y/N and placed a hand on their cheek, slowly wiping away a tear.

"I love you."

Those were Shu's last words before he closed his eyes.

Y/N sobbed, as they desperately clutched onto Shu's hand, and looked at Shu, his clothes now soaked with blood.

"𝐌𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨… 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄!"

Y/N's tears fell onto Shu's face as they looked upon him, before letting out a quiet sob as he remained unresponsive.

Then, they remembered something, and hurriedly took off their pendant made out of the wood of the glowing acorns and placed it over Shu's heart. Y/N then started chanting.

"𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐈 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞. 𝐁𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞! 𝐒𝐨, 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞!"

Their pendant glowed and Y/N saw the bullet marks in Shu heal as the bullets popped out from his body.

It was silent after the pendant stopped glowing. Y/N held their breath, eyes trained on Shu's chest for any breathing movement.

After a couple moments of dead silence, Y/N was about to lose hope before Shu gasped suddenly and sat up. He pawed at the places where he was shot, only to find that he was completely healed.

He turned to look at Y/N, who had tears streaming down their face before they hugged Shu fiercely, muttering "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐓𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢-𝐬𝐚𝐧" and "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲!"

"You... you saved me? With your acorn pendant? But, you were supposed to use that for your soulmate..."

"𝐒𝐡𝐮, 𝐈 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞."

Shu looked at Y/N with shock and disbelief.

"Are you sure? I thought you wouldn't like me since I’m this way and all..."

"𝐎𝐡, 𝐒𝐡𝐮…"

Y/N shook their head before gently holding Shu's paw.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐧𝐨, 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮."

Shu felt his heart stutter before he brought the hand that was holding his paw to his chest, bringing Y/N closer to him. The two seemed to have the same desire, as slowly they began to get closer and closer. Y/N placed a hand on Shu's face, making him lower himself until the top of his snout was now below their lips.

A moment full of tension passed, before Y/N put their lips on the top of Shu's snout, giving him a gentle kiss.

Shu felt his face grow hot, as his tail started moving around in happiness and wrapped around one of Y/N's legs.

Y/N pulled away, a satisfied grin on their face before it turned into one of shock as Shu's body suddenly started to glow a blinding white. In a panic, thinking that the acorns didn't do their job and now Shu was going to go away from them, Y/N reached out for him with one arm, while the other arm covered their eyes.

"𝐒𝐇𝐔!"

But just as quickly as it started, the glow ended as well, leaving not Shu the panther beast, but Shu the human sorcerer prince.

"…𝐒𝐡𝐮?"

Shu's eyes were closed, as the light blinded him as well, before he slowly opened them.

"...Yea?..."

"𝐘𝐨𝐮… 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧?? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝? 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭, 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥?"

"Uh, huh?" Shu looked down at himself. His shirt was loose and in tatters, though all his articles of clothing were able to shrink back along with him. In place of his paws were his pale hands, and he was barefoot.

"I, I'm back! I turned back into a human!" exclaimed Shu, before looking at Y/N who was confused.

"I was cursed, but I couldn't say this to you at all. But now, I'm back so... I-Is it weird?...," asked Shu shyly, as the silence afterward stretched longer and became slightly awkward.

Slowly, Y/N walked to Shu, before hugging him.

"𝐈, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐮. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝," said Y/N in gentle joy, as they gripped onto Shu tighter with their arms.

Shu, still in slight disbelief over his sudden transformation back into a human, hugged them back tightly. He lightly started sobbing.

“Thank you…thank you for loving me.”

Y/N grinned.

“𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐧𝐨𝐭, 𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚.”

After they broke apart from the hug, Y/N looked at the side of Shu’s face as he held onto their waist, pulling them into his side. Shu looked in the distance, towards the direction of the castle where he had to go next. Y/N smiled at him in understanding before looking at the same space.

Together, they reveled in the peace that they earned.

Then, Y/N broke the silence.

“𝐁𝐮𝐭…𝐒𝐡𝐮…𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞…𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝.”

Shu froze before turning to look back at Y/N, horrified but laughing at the same time.

“NOOOOOO- I mean I love you, but NOOOOOO-”

Their conversation continued filled with giggles, happiness, and love.

And they lived happily ever after~

The End.

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Epilogue:

“SHU!!!! YOU’RE BACK!” shouted Shu’s brother, Mysta, who was sobbing loudly, face flushed and with tear stains down his cheeks as he ran to Shu.

“SHUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!” exclaimed Shu’s other brother, Luca, who ran excitedly to Shu, passing Mysta, and gave him a big bear hug, not noticing that Shu was holding someone’s hand.

Ike was descending the stairs of the palace entrance in a much more calm manner, although his excitement and relief were shown through his fast walking strides towards Shu and his face showing a wide smile.

Vox was right behind Ike, laughing in relief at the sight of Shu, while also noting the presence of the person standing behind him with mild interest.

While Shu was staying in Y/N’s town, he had been regularly corresponding with Vox through his Yaminions, so Vox had a feeling that this person was this Y/N Belle/Beau L/N who was mentioned in Shu’s letters. Vox was happy that they were both safe, especially after the LeGuem incident. The LeGuem family happened to be a small barony that supported the town that Y/N was in. They were now stripped of their title, with the LeGuem siblings being put in the imperial prison on the outskirts of Ninisani.

He watched in amusement as Ike managed to pull Luca and Mysta off of Shu before asking the person next to their brother to introduce themselves. The person proudly introduced themself as:

“𝐘/𝐍 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞/𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐋/𝐍, 𝐒𝐡𝐮’𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 :)”

“…..WHAT?!?!?!?!?”

Vox chuckled to himself.

Things were going to get even noisier in their Palace de Luxiem.

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matilda

EDDIE MUNSON x fem!READER

word count: 2.4k

WARNINGS: mentions of abuse/abusive parents, one explicit slap, mentions of toxic hispanic culture

[a/n: alright here’s the first track for eddie munson, the reader is HISPANIC just so there’s no confusion, be kind, even though i can speak spanish fluently…my spanish grammar isn’t the best and PLEASE if you or anyone you know are being abused by parents/guardians please seek out help!! -yours truly, bunnyy]

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Eddie: 7yrs (Y/n): 6yrs

You were riding your bike to the sound of "It's No Big Deal"

A 7 year old Eddie was sat on the top step of the trailer stairs, huffing somberly. His dad was inside talking to his uncle Wayne. He tried to block out the sound of their shouting but it was hard, especially when Wayne was furious that his brother was such a deadbeat that he couldn’t care less about his own son. He was on the verge of tears when he heard an unfamiliar shout.

“Momma! Momma look!” A little girl that seemed his age came from around the corner of the trailer across the way. She was riding a bike, a little wobbly but she was doing it. Glee clearly evident on her face.

“Momma!” As she shouted, the trailer door slammed open.

“(Y/n)! Stop all that shouting!” An angry looking lady stomped out.

“But Momma, look! I’m riding all by myself.”

Eddie watched as this lady, who was evidently your mother, rolled her eyes and returned into the confines of the trailer.

At the sound of the door slamming shut, you lost your balance and fell with a yelp. A small “Oof!” left your lips as a small bit of dust rose from the ground. Eddie’s eyes widened as a gasp left his lips but before he could even think about getting up to help you, you got up and brushed off your overalls. Chin wobbling as tears threatened to fall, huffing in frustration.

And you're trying to lift off the ground on those old two wheels

Noticing that you weren’t alone, you turned to the boy with buzzed hair. In turn, Eddie’s cheeks burned and he quickly looked away.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, you nodded in determination and walked over to him.

The sound of dirt and rocks crunching underneath your sneakers made Eddie’s heart race. He wanted to avoid any confrontation and run but he didn’t know the area and didn’t want to get lost.

“Are you new here?” Face hot and flushed, he turned to her and nodded. Noting how your face lit up.

“Really? Awesome!” You grinned. “There aren’t a lot of kids here.” You stuck your hand out. “I’m (Y/n). What’s your name?”

Hesitantly, he reached out and slotted his trembling hand against yours.

“I’m E-Eddie.”

“Do you want to be friends?”

“Y-yeah. Sure.”

Eddie: 13yrs (Y/n): 12yrs

It was the summer before school started back up and Wayne had just bought Eddie a guitar. He was through the roof and was ecstatic. He ran out of the trailer, heart racing, lips in a permanent smile. That was until he caught sight of you in the kitchen window. Frown pulling the ends of your lips down, eyebrows furrowed.

Nothing about the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming 'til now

“Why can’t you do the dishes like I asked, (Y/n)!” Your mom shouted.

“I was going to do them mom.”

“¡Pero te dije hace una hora, y todavía no lo haces!” (but I told you an hour ago and you still haven’t done them!)

“But-”

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat as your mother slapped you.

“¡Quiero que hagas las cosas en el momento que te lo digo! ¿Entendido?” (I want you to do what I tell you immediately when I tell you. Understood?)

You opened your mouth but struggled to speak with the lump in your throat, so you resorted to a nod. Eddie flinched when your mother raised her hand once more.

“¡Te pregunte algo! ¿Entiendes o no?” (I asked you a question! Do you understand?)

“Yes! Yes, mom. I’m sorry.”

“Okay, no grites cuando estoy tan cerca. ¡Hazlo, pero ya!” (Don’t yell when I’m right in front of you. Go do it, now!)

So you tie up your hair and you smile like it's no big deal

Once your mother was out of sight, your shoulders trembled as a few tears slipped down your cheeks. You only allowed yourself a few seconds to feel frustrated and hurt before you hastily wiped your tears, collecting all your hair and putting it in a quick ponytail.

Turning to the sink, you gripped the edge before taking a deep breath and looking out the window, eyes widening at the sight of Eddie. Shame and embarrassment knotting in your stomach but he’d never know it.

You can let it go

Confusion filled his entire being as you flashed him a picture perfect smile and sent him a brief wave before finally starting your task of washing the dishes.

He’d have to show off his new guitar another time.

Eddie: 13yrs (Y/n): 12yrs

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, our dear (Y/n)! Happy birthday to you!” You grinned as Wayne and Eddie sang, slightly out of tune, as you sat in front of a lopsided birthday cake. Candles bright and enchanting.

You can throw a party full of everyone you know

“Come on! Come on! Make a wish!” Eddie shouted, an almost maniacal smile parting his lips.

Fondly shaking your head, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath before opening them and blowing out the candles.

“Atta girl.” Wayne smiled, ruffling the hair on your head. “Now open your present.” He handed you a pink sparkly gift bag.

“You got me a present?” Your eyes were wide with awe as you carefully took the bag. Placing it down on the counter, you carefully pulled out the tissue paper and peered inside, a gasp leaving your lips. You eagerly reached in, pulling the object out.

‘D&D PLAYER GUIDE AND HANDBOOK’ was printed on the cover in big red bold letters. You unabashedly grinned, pulling the second object from the gift bag. It was a small velvet pouch that clacked when you shook it. Tugging it open and pouring some of the contents in your hand, a pair of dice fell into your palm.

Next thing you knew, Eddie had a grip on your wrist and was pulling you off to his room

Chuckling, Wayne shook his head and started to pull the extinguished candles from their places on your cake, looking up when the sound of Eddie’s door opening had reached his ears. You rushed over to him and basically threw your body against his, arms wrapping around his middle.

“Thank you.” Your words were muffled but he heard them. Wrapping his arms around you, he cradled the back of your head with one of his hands. At the feeling of a dampness seeping against his shirt and your hands clutching the back of his flannel, he held you tighter.

And not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love

He knew about what was happening at home.

It was hard not to when you had come over multiple times with a new bruise or injury. It was worse now that your mom was gone. Your dad was seemingly worse than she was. So, without a positive father figure in your life, Wayne immediately filled that role with ease.

He waited. He knew you needed this, so he was content with holding you until you were ready.

When you did let go, he smiled.

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

A few hours later, you and Eddie were still reading through your handbooks and making your own characters when someone started to pound against the trailer door.

You tensed when you heard a familiar, slurred voice join Wayne’s in the living.

“You’re not her father, Wayne! I can do whatever I damn well please!”

“Look man, you’re drunk. I ain’t sending her home with you!” Wayne rarely ever shouted.

“You don’t have to do shit, I’ll drag her home myself.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

“Get your damn hands off me!” Quickly getting up off the floor, you ran out into the living. You didn’t want to be the reason Wayne got wailed on by your dad.

“Dad, stop!”

“(Y/n), sweetheart, go back to the room with Eddie.” Wayne stood between you and your father.

“No, no it’s okay. It’s getting late, Mr.Munson. I don’t want to be a bother.”

“See man.” Your father smirked. “She wants to come home.” He pushed past Wayne and gripped your bicep.

“Ow, ow dad, stop! You’re hurting me!”

Eddie watched from the hallway as your father held a bruising grip on your arm and pulled you out the door.

Both he and Wayne flinched at the sound of your father shouting obscenities at you as he tossed you into the house.

You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up

Eddie: 18yrs (Y/n): 17yrs

“What the hell?” Eddie blanched at the sight of your bruised cheekbone and blistered lip. He hadn’t seen you since Friday.

You hopped into the passenger’s seat of his van and tugged on your seatbelt. Tossing your boot clad feet up onto the dashboard. “Are you okay?” He started driving.

“Hmm? Yeah, why?” You nonchalantly fiddled with your fingers.

Matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright

“Oh, I don’t know (Y/n)? Maybe because of the giant bruise on your face. I thought you said he had stopped?”

“Well, I got home late from my shift at Terry’s and my dad flipped. Accused me of whoring around and stuff.” You shrugged.

“What?” You asked at his stunned silence. “I should’ve said no when Mae asked me to cover for her.” Not wanting to deal with the questions, you quickly changed the subject. “D’you guys have band practice today?”

But I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead inside

Eddie knew what you were doing but went along with it anyway.

“Yeah, after school. Wanna come along?”

“Yeah, sure. I don’t have a shift today.”

Eddie turned to look at you and his heart dropped, you were staring blankly out the window. Going off to that place that you’ve been visiting a lot more frequently, as of late. A place deep in your head. He was terrified that, one day, you wouldn’t come back. He didn’t want to lose you.

Wordlessly, he reached over and grabbed your hand. The feeling of the rough pad of his thumb gently caressing your knuckles brought you back.

“You can always come to me, ya know? Or Wayne.” He added, not letting go of your hand. “That’s why we gave you a spare key.”

You slipped your fingers in between his and squeezed. “I know.” You muttered, voice thick with unshed tears. “Thank you.”

Not taking his eyes off the road, he brought your intertwined hands and kissed the back of yours.

You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days

“At some point, you have to realize that the prank isn’t worth the ass beating. Right?” You asked while gathering what you needed as Eddie sat glumly on your bathroom counter.

“Well where’s the fun in that?” He asked, watching you saturate a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol.

“Spread 'em, Munson.” You playfully pushed his legs apart and stood in between them. “This is gonna sting.” You leaned forward and gently dabbed at the split near his eyebrow, free hand bracing yourself on his chest.

Worried that you were gonna lose your balance, he carefully gripped your hips. The action makes your heart race speed up and as you continued to work, he kept them there.

Finally placing the butterfly bandage against his cut, you stepped back a bit to admire his features. The slope of his nose, his pretty eyelashes, his strong jawline, full pink lips-

Cheeks flushing with heat, you cleared your throat.

“I’m gonna have to start charging you some medical fees, Eds.”

Noticing your attempt to free yourself from his grip, he held on tighter.

“Nuh uh, you’re not done yet.”

Huffing a sigh, you held his face in your hands.

“Sana, sana, colita de rana. Si no sana hoy, sana mañana.” You recited gently before stretching your neck and placing a feather soft kiss against his bandaged injury.

The tenderness of the situation made his heart soar. His pretty eyes fluttered open to find yours already gazing at him. An unknown force tugging you two together until your noses brushed.

“Eds…” It was almost a whimper as you shut your eyes, leaning in. Eddie mimicked you. Lips barely an inch away.

“(Y/n)! Where the hell are you?!” You both jumped away from each other.

“Shit.” You muttered, ripping yourself away. Slamming the door shut and twisting the lock, you turned to him. “Go out the window. He can’t catch you in here.” You tugged him off the counter and pushed him over to the window. “Hurry!” You seethed.

It's none of my business, but it's just been on my mind

A fist slamming on the door made you both jump.

“Open the fucking door!”

Eddie made it out the window before turning back to you. “But I can’t leave you to-”

“It’ll be worse if he finds you here with me.” You slammed it shut, pulling down the window shade.

The sound of your father hitting you haunted his dreams.

You're just in time, make your tea and your toast

Later that night, like clockwork, your father started to spout some bullshit. Absolutely drunk off his ass and throwing things. Eddie popped in a movie and started boiling water.

As it bubbled, he removed it from the stove and poured it into a mug, tossing a bag of black tea in it.

The door to your trailer slammed shut and Eddie rushed over the door. It opened and there you were. Tears running down your cheeks.

He pulled you into his embrace and didn't let go. He held you as your sobs turned violent.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you. You’re safe.” He continued to comfort you, guiding you to the couch. Pulling away to grab the mug and rejoined you on the couch.

You don't have to go

You don't have to go home

The trailer door creaked open, Wayne huffing tiredly as he kicked off his boots. All stress melting away at the sight of the tops of two familiar heads.

Carefully approaching the couch, it was a sight to see.

The both of you were slouched against the couch, your head resting on Eddie’s shoulder, his arm hugging you into his side. Mouths open, drool slipping from the corner of Eddie’s mouth and quiet snores coming from yours.

Grabbing the throw blanket, he carefully placed it over the both of you. Leaning down and kissing the crowns of your heads.

You can let it go

You can throw a party full of everyone you know

You can start a family who will always show you love

You don't have to be sorry

#mixtape miseries #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x hispanic!reader #eddie munson x latina!reader

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iwishtobeafish · 1 day

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*Gasp!* I’ve been tagged!

A list of songs I like organized by the letters of my username. For your listening pleasure, per the request of @pillowfriendly

I- In the Underworld by Blind Guardian

W- (The) Wind That Shapes the Land by Unleash the Archers

I- I Ordered a Taxi Driver Not a Taxidermy by Troldhaugen

S- Sunshine by Atmosphere, Slug, Ant

H- Howl by Florence and the Machine

T- The Sun, the Moon, the Star by Aether Realm

O- Oh You Are Not Well by Chloe Foy

B- Bakushou by syudou

E- Equilibristic Brides by Hentai Corporation

A- Al’Naito by Lorne Balfe

F- Fager som en Ros by Myrkur

I- I Caught You by Zeal & Ardor

S- Sacred Worlds by Blind Guardian

H- Heart of a Dancer by the Happy Fits

Couldn’t figure out how to add a bunch of links without cluttering the post so here’s a Spotify playlist

Uuuhhh @devoursbears show me what you’ve got

#there are more i’s in my name than I remember

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winds-of-roses · 7 months

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Idk man I'm writing what I think happened with Noah in IOTS and after y'know.

Tw for d..th (e,a)

@eavee-ry manifesting that you see this😿

Part 1

"We should go left," I said, shaking my head. Duncan snorted

"No, we go right! Right is always right!" He argued, his fists clenching and his teeth gritting. "Noah, you're an idiot! No wonder you-"

"Shut it, Duncan! You volunteered to lead a group to be 'brave'!" I hissed. "You're pathetic, thinking juvie toughened you up! Maybe, but, who knows, you parents aren't proud- they're disappointed. I mean, who would be proud their child is in juvie? Not me."

At this point, I realised my fate was sealed. Duncan was fuming, and if this was a cartoon, he would've turned red and had smoke coming out of his ears. Alas, this, was not a cartoon.

"C'mon guys, let's go. Noah, you're not going." Duncan turned his back, and the others did too. Except Cody, who mouthed 'I'm sorry', and left.

"Wait, guys, please don't leave me!" I smiled, in an attempt to regain my confidence. "I didn't mean all that! Haha! Very funny guys..."

There was no one.

The bushed rustled, and the noise of heavy footsteps was heard. "Guys..." I backed away slowly "Guys..?"

And then I saw him. His skin was pale, and he had a strong, muscular build. His face was mean, with beady, rat-like eyes. I backed up more, and I laughed a little bit.

"You're really going to kill a teen? How pathetic are you to think that murderer is a valid entertainment?"

He didn't like my comment, from what I assumed, and he pulled out a rope, and while holding me against a tree. He tied the rope to my neck, and pulled it. I struggled to breathe, and as fast as it had started it, he untied the rope.

I breathed, gasping air, but, of course, it wasn't over.

He pulled a knife out and drove it right into my shoulder. I bit my tounge to prevent myself from screaming. I knew I was going to die.

He grabbed me by the neck and walked towards the lake.

"Co- dy- Ow- en-" I screamed for the two people I was closest with, but they weren't there. It was futile.

The killer threw me into the water. I was weak, and I couldn't fight my way to the surface of the water. Eventually, I stopped fighting, and everything went black.

I woke up, still in the lake. Cody was weeping on the dock, and I shook my head.

"Cody! Cody! I'm still here!" I exclaimed, trying to reach for him. "Come on, help me out."

He didn't seem to see it. He looked behind him, it was Duncan.

"If it isn't the twink and his boyfriend. Looks like he wet himself!" He laughed mirthfully.

"Shut up, Duncan!" I clenched my fists, and I looked below me.

Oh.

My body was in the water.

I was dead.

"Little twink, crying over his boyfriend!" Duncan sang.

"Sh-shut up Duncan!" Cody shook violently, and turned around, his fist swinging right into Duncan's nose.

I watched him, mildly impressed by his strength, as Duncan's nose started to bleed.

Cody scooped my body out of the water. "We promised we would get off this island together, Noah..."

He didn't know what to do next, so he gently left me in the water again. I tried to follow as he walked away, but it was like the water was keeping me in.

I sighed. "Cody..."

#island of the slaughtered #total drama island #IOTS #noah total drama #total drama #island of the slaughter #writing

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thatguywiththefaceog · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023 Day 30-Free Use/Overstimulation/Cuddling

The Ghost and Molly McGee-Mollie, Molly/OCs, Ollie/OCs

It's Halloween night at Gentlelads' and Molly and Ollie are open up… to everybody

written for @kinktober2023

requested by @ramdomaxes

Warning the following story contains fictional minors in sexual situations. If this makes you uncomfortable or are under 18 please do not read. This story is rated E for explicit and is for adults only. This story is a complete work of fiction.

It was Halloween and Gentlelad's was having a blowout. Molly and Ollie had agreed to do a reverse-glory hole for the night. The couple met in the back and stripped down on their birthday suits.

"Looking good Chen," Molly said, admiring her boyfriend's bare ass.

"Not so bad yourself McGee." He gave her ass a playful slap. She giggled in response.

At thirteen, neither of them had grown body hair yet. Both were as smooth as a baby's bottom. Molly's chest was barely there enough to justify the training bra she wore. Her nipples were a delicious dark brown. Ollie little Ollie was actually a decent size and uncut to boot. Andrea walked in wearing a slutty cat costume, complete with tail buttplug.

"Thank you so much for doing this," She told the nude couple.

"Always happy to help," Molly replied back.

Andrea pointed to two holes in the wall. "We're gonna set you up here. Darryl and I will be taking tickets, making sure you guys each get one customer at a time." She clapped her hands together. "Alright, let's get you guys locked in."

Laying down on their backs, Molly and Ollie got on the small tables. The tops were of course cushioned. Their legs were hiked up; they were fitted into the holes. Both their butts and genitals were exposed on the other side of the wall. The two were surprised with how close they were together. They could easily touch each other. Molly reached out and bumped her arm to his. He took her hand and their fingers intertwined.

After a few moments, they heard two pairs of footsteps. One for Ollie and one for Molly, perfect. The shuffling of feet stopped. Molly gasped as a pair of fingers penetrated her slit. Beside her Ollie grunted as someone played with his cock. Once Ollie got hard, he felt a pair of pussy lips envelop him. Next to him, Molly felt the fingers replaced by dick. After a bit of thrusting on both ends, the customers came and left.

“Woo, that was cra-zy,” Molly said.

“Yeah, that was-” Ollie was interrupted by the sound of more people entering.

“Isn’t this a little soon?” Molly asked.

Any further questions were cut off by another cock in her pussy. Next to her Ollie was dealing with his first cock up his ass. After the second creampie, Molly was annoyed.

“Okay, I don’t think that's how it’s supposed to goOOOO!” Molly got a fresh new cock up her butt while a second person licked her sex. Someone new was riding Ollie’s cock. “Okay, okay this is way too much.” Molly knocked against the wall. “Darryl?! Darryl?”

Darryl, meanwhile, was counting the money he was getting from letting the customers in en masse. “100, 200, 300.” He was sitting at a stool, no pants, with June sucking his dick. Next to him, Andrea had a pantless Libby bent in front of her, and armed with a strap-on was eagerly thrusting into her.

Back in the room, Molly was taking her tenth cock. She reached out for Ollie and put her hand on his chest. Ollie, who was struggling with his own fuckfest, looked at her and smiled. He reached out and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. She did the same. They held each other close, which wasn’t the most comfortable thing considering the bottoms were locked in, but it was nice to feel the touch of someone familiar.

Ollie smiled, Molly’s chest felt warm and nice. And he could feel her heartbeat. It was a nice distraction as he felt more cum hit his buttocks. “Are you doing alright?”

“Nggg, I've been better,” Molly said, feeling another orgasm shake her body. “You feel nice though.”

“You too.”

The two held each other, cuddling and snuggling their bodies together. As a barrage of unfamiliar lips, fingers, dicks, and pussies made the two cum again and again; they found solace in each other's touches.

The orgasms shook the 13-year-old’s to their core. They held each other close, their hearts beating in their chest. One final orgasm tore through them; a tongue swirling around Molly's punished clit and a large cock massaging Ollie’s prostate. With one final scream the night was over.

The two laid there trying to catch their breaths. Their behinds were coated and dripping with several different bodily fluids. Their genitals were red and sore. Andrea and Darryl rushed in to free the two.

“Oh my gosh, we’re so sorry.”

Cum dripping off her naked butt, Molly said, “What the heck guys!”

“They just kept giving me money,” Darryl said. “I got lost in the moolah.”

Andrea said, “And I got distracted.” Libby wobbled into the room behind her.

“It’s fine. Forgive and forget I say,” Molly said.

“You want a cut of the cash,” Darryl said.

“I want a cut of the cash,” Molly said.

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #the ghost and molly mcgee #tgmmg #mollie #sour lemon

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hausofmamadas · 2 years

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ES EL PUTO FUTURO | Rafa y Neto’s fresh take on hit holiday classic White Christmas

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From Narcos: Mexico, Season 1, episode 4 - Rafa, Rafa, Rafa!

𒀯 No salta el diiiiiiiisco güey, no BRINCA!! 𒀯

Not since Se llama CRACK, have I laughed so hard making gifs. Like shit you not, I actually pulled a muscle and/or may have given myself a hernia. It took me so long to make these because I couldn’t breathe half the time I was cutting and editing them. Like I had to take b r e a k s. It’s one of those fucking scenes that just becomes funnier and funnier to a degree of disconcerting, borderline unhinged hysteria the more you watch it.

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And just ajsjsjsjs the way this scene goes fully from like -3 to infinity and fucking beyond is an absolute treysure

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I’ve talked about physicality in relation to my boys Manual Masalva and Bobby Soto and physical comedy in relation to Manuel too but like the work that Tenoch and Joaquín are putting in here to look spun as all mf get-out just reminds me what got me so hooked on this show in the first place sksksksks

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LIKE LOOK AT THE WAY RAFA FUCKING RUNS HERE SKSKSKKDKSKSKSKKDKSKKS LITERALLY THE DERPIEST OF DERPTASTIC RUNS I HAVE EVERRRR SEEN. And for anyone who doubts Tenoch Huerta’s acting chops I will fight you go watch Aqui en la Tierra and be blown away at the fucking range this man has there’s a reason Marvel be throwing literal bricks of money at him mmkay

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AND THEN AKSKODDOSOWIXISHBWBWHATEVER GLORY IS GOING ON HERE WITH NETO. WHATEVER TF IT— I DONT EVEN. The weird fucking tai-chi, arm-chop dancing Joaquín Cosio is doing here, like I am actively, in-real-time gasping for breath rewatching it. It’s so weird, so true to real life being cracked out like that, and just pure chef’s kiss *muah*

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*gasps for breath, wipes tears from eyes* Like this dynamic between Rafa and Neto is truly one of the undercover gems of S1 and imho does not get nearly enough credit. Like, sure they both ended up putting their faith and trust in a scheming, neurotic little man who fucking double crossed them the first chance he got…. but at least they had fun with it sksjsjsjsjjsdjdj

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taglist: @ashlingnarcos @cherixrosa @narcolini @cositapreciosa @purplesong1028 @criatividad-e @tinylittleobsessions @mmasalva @cigarettesaftersunset @carlislecullenisadilf @artemiseamoon @narcos-narcosmx @thesolotomyhan @southotheborder @mandaloria314 @bellinitini @ashlingiswriting @narcosmx @kesskirata @curaheed @alreadywritten

#rafa caro quintero #don neto #tenoch huerta #joaquín cosio #narcos mexico #narcos mexico gifs #ernesto fonseca carrillo #ernesto ‘don neto’ fonseca carrillo #rafa and neto #no salta el diiiiiiiiiiisco guey #no brinca!!!!!#es el puto futuro

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writingsofhubris · 2 years

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A man of Miracles and all that He Can Do

[AO3] Rating: E WC: 2214 Tags: Menstrual Sex, Not Beta Read Fandom: Monday Mornings Ship: Harding Hooten/Reader Disc: Did you know sometimes having sex can make period cramps less severe?

Most of the time, you could deal with the pain that would flare in your body, once a month. It hurt, that was for damn sure, but the influx of hormones that would flood in your body rarely caught you off guard.

Except for this afternoon. Twinges of pain in your core, but need consumed your head. Thoughts of Harding, his strong hands on you, forcing your body to different positions, bringing pleasure from you, marking you as his only.

Standing in the kitchen, you looked into the glass of water you’d just taken a drink from. Harding had just gotten home, you’d heard the door open, and his voice called out to you. It was almost as if your mind had known he’d shown up, had appeared right when you needed him.

“In the kitchen!” You let out a soft gasp of pain after the words fell from your lips, rubbing your brow for the last few moments you had to take to yourself.

Harding was every bit his normal self, looking handsome in his bowtie as he always was.

You blinked away the visions in your eyes of what he’d done to you in the past, smiling widely at Harding.

“How was work?”

“Uneventful, actually.” He walked over to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His body was warm, firm, and you softly hummed in pleasure.

“Good.” Harding’s hand moved to your hip, before wrapping around your body, sliding up the front of your body, another kiss pressed to your neck. It was almost as if he could read what your mind wanted, what you were needing in these moments.

But another twinge of pain, and you dipped your head down with a sigh.

“Is something wrong?”

“Just some cramps.” You turned around and leant back against the counter, trying to make sure Harding didn’t worry too terribly much. “Already took some painkillers but these ones are stubborn.” Something passed through his mind, the smallest narrowing of his eyes for just a second. His tells were slight, hidden deep in his mask. “What was that? What’s behind those beautiful eyes of yours?”

“I may have an idea to help with that.”

“What’s your idea?” The beat of silence that followed was all the moments that Harding needed to gain his words again.

“I have read a few studies about pain relief in regards to menstruation, both traditional and modern. The most… memorable of the article was orgasms.” His words took only a few moments to understand, and you weren’t sure if you felt that heat from the suggestion or the hormones flushing through you. Your period would unfailingly make you horney every damn cycle. Harding offering to take care of two of your irritations for the day?

“Yeah. Let’s give it a shot.”

“Give me five minutes, my dear?” You nodded, and pressed a quick kiss to his jaw, just for a moment. Harding kissed your forehead, and then he left you to be. Nerves danced in your stomach, and you were finding yourself hopeful it would work. You took the moments to use the toilet, and splash some water on your face. The whole ordeal almost had a clinical feel at the moment, the cool clinicism of Harding’s job poking at the edge of intimate time together. Another splash of cold water, and you dried off your face, taking in a deep breath. With any luck, in an hour or so your cramps would be at least reduced, if not gone.

Walking into your bedroom, you saw an old towel laid out on the bed, and through the open door to your en suite, you saw Harding making sure you both had a towel for later. Idly, you started to pull off your clothing, baring yourself to just your underwear. Another twinge of pain, and you almost wanted to call off the effort. When he turned to you, your hand grasping your elbow, he offered a small, reassuring smile.

“Come here, my dear.” His arms were opened slightly, your eyes only on him. You were wrapped in his strong arms, pulled to his chest, one of Harding’s hands moving to rest on the back of your head.

“If you’re uncomfortable, we…” You cut him off before his sentence could finish, letting your hands slide over his chest, sliding up to his shoulders.

“No, Harding, I want to try and see if this will work. I’m just nervous.” You felt his warm hands running over your biceps, soothing in a way you needed just then. The small amount of support he offered enabled you to lean up as much as you could, and pressed your lips together. Harding pulled your nerves from your body, helping you relax.

“Would you like to take a shower before we start?”

“No, we’ll need to after I assume.” Another quick kiss to Harding’s lips, and he guided you to the bed, gentle pressure from his hands all that was needed. You watched him start to open his shirt, before you leant forward, and started to help him undress as well.

“Lay back,” Harding instructed, allowing you the space to do so. He followed you onto the bed, pressing a kiss to your lips, his hands already moving around your body, slow movements to help you relax into the idea.

By the time his hand moved between your legs and found your clit, you had to pull back from his lips, taking in a gasp as pleasure started to light in your body. Harding’s hand knew just where to slide, just how to stretch your body open for him. Need for more than he was offering you flooded, and one of your legs moved around his hip, trying to pull him a little closer.

“Harding, I need you to…” You heard the zip of his pants pull down, and the fall of his pants to the floor, before the head of his cock was at your entrance. When you let yourself look down, there was already blood smeared on the top of your thigh from his hand, and blood was already starting to dry just a little. Harding’s hand moved between you two, guiding himself into you. The stretch was easier than normal, the blood and twinges of pain allowing his deep push, bottoming out in your with an extremely satisfying stretch, a different, and more welcome kind of pain in your body.

Hardin’gs hand moved once more between your legs, finding your clit with his thumb.

“Alright, darling?”

“Move, please.” And at your behest, he did, slow strokes to slowly rile you up, to let you body shift to being pleased like this. The pain was a half forgotten thought, with his hands on you, his cock in you. He was forcing you to ignore all of that, making you focus on the pleasure instead.

You weren’t sure when it turned from just letting your body adjust to Harding fucking you harder, pleasure corsing through your veins. Harding couldn’t help letting his head rest against your shoulder, pressing small kisses into your skin.

“I can feel you fluttering around me,” he admitted, a deep groan falling from his lips. It was erotic, so close to your ear.

Your peak flooded through you in a shocked wave, and you felt Harding’s hand move from between your legs, smearing blood over your waist. His hips slowed, allowing your body to relax, until he simply allowed his length to rest in you. He’d been right; no pain fluttered through your body, endorphins temporarily overriding your pain receptors.

Harding’s lips were pressing kisses over your shoulder, allowing you to come to, simply savoring in the way you were fluttering around him. Your hand moved to his hair, lightly stroking through the short locks, allowing the moments of silence between you. The endorphins were too addictive, and his lips once again took yours, stealing your breath. He only let your lips go when his hair was grasped in your hand, pulled back.

“Let me ride you, please.” Your hips shifted as much as you could against his, grinding to gain just a little more pleasure.

“Are you sure?” You quickly nodded, and his body pulled away from you, leaning back and allowing himself to slip out of you.

Seeing him covered in blood had never been something you’d expected to like, but he caught the flash of desire that flooded into your eyes. His smirk was almost too cocky, fingers wrapped around the length that’d just been deep in you. It should have been off putting to see your blood on him, but your thighs closed as soon as he was off you, trying to rub some relief into your body. All that your effort managed was to smear slick blood over your thighs as well.

Harding’s eyes scanned your body, taking in the mess, before his hand moved from his cock to between your legs again, sliding his thick fingers between your labia, sliding smoothly into you and curling two of his fingers into your pussy, spreading you out for him. There was little resistance, his fingers bringing you to curl your hips up, searching for that too intense stroking. He always knew just where it was he needed to touch, to stroke on your body.

“Harding, please, please. Let me…” Your hips hitched up with a moan, thick fingers curling just right. He could never hold anything too long from you, and thus he pulled his fingers out, wiping them on the towel discreetly.

“You always beg so prettily for me.” Harding took the moment to shuffle you both around, taking his place on the bed. His hands, always strong on your body, guided you to perch over him, and ran over your thighs, rubbing them for just a moment.

Harding’s hips were framed perfectly by your calves, your hand guiding him back into your pussy. Your sighs mirrored each other’s, his hands once more finding your hips to hold you down for just a moment. Crimson rubbed onto his skin nearly immediately. His pale skin marked perfectly, the contrast stark. You couldn’t help the hard swallow upon seeing that, and with your hands resting on his stomach, allowing that bit of balance. Your movements were slow at first, but Harding’s soft sighs fell from his lips, and you found your stride again, eyes pinned between your legs, the smears of blood on your bodies.

One of Harding’s hands slid further around you, whilst the other moved to one of those smears. His hand tightened over the spot, trapping the bit of blood between your bodies. The grip Harding had on you was only used to start to take over your movements, guiding you over his cock, blood dripping with every thrust. Mess be damned, you both were growing louder with each movement, each shift, each smear on your bodies. Your own hand finally moved between you both, letting yourself find a final peak, trying for it as Harding sat up, pulling your bodies close. His warmth shot through you, all you needed to finish. You could feel just how much wetness was between you and Harding’s bodies, certainly a mix of blood and other fluids.

Harding’s soft moans grew slightly in volume, and when he came only a few moments later, you found a wave of embarrassment hit you.

By pulling back just slightly, he revealed just how messy things had gotten. Smears, splotches, crimson was everywhere between you two. His hand smoothed some of your hair back from your face, before his currently crimson fingers wrapped around the side of your neck, resting against the skin.

“Would you like that shower now?” Still feeling the embarrassment, you nodded, eyes cast to the side. The enjoyment, the pure illicit, erotic show was something you were going to have to digest at a different time. It was too much for now, too much to worry about when you finally had managed to kick the cramps.

Harding helped you through it all. A hot shower, his hands still on your body, massaging out any knots that were found in your muscles. Any residual embarrassment was washed down the drain with the slightly pink water.

And Harding took care of you, from bed to shower, then back to bed.

Harding pulled your body back against his, arms wrapped around you tightly. You didn't resist in any measure, sighing softly as he did. Your eyes closed, and he kissed over your shoulders.

“Did that help at all, darling?” A soft sigh, and you nodded. “Use your words,” Harding suddenly instructed, his soft demand unable to be ignored.

“I’m just embarrassed.” His silence, rare, clearly was to wait for you to explain further. “Didn’t expect to enjoy that as much as I had, Harding. Never really thought about that as pain relief.”

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder again, satisfied with the answer. “But… I'm glad.” You turned around in his arm, rolling Harding onto his back before resting on his chest. “And I’ll be taking you up on the offer from here on out.” Harding pulled you up to kiss him, that smile that spoke to just how cocky he was, how right he was, firmly plastered on his lips.

Tags! @niffysboxers @yesalwayswelles @overlookedfile @arandomnerdsblog578 @unitedfandomsoftheworld @emotrash1 @randomfandomtrash28

#harding hooten x reader #x reader #harding hooten #.W #i wasn't going to post this fic at all so. soooooo. please enjoy.

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