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【 1 】 the tutor

summary : as part of the tutor club, you were tasked with dealing with a not-so-minor issue with your cousin's grades, which led you to meet four women connected to her. with their curiosity piqued, the four women compete against one another in an attempt to woo you and win your heart. which of the four will most impress you?

word count : 7.1k

series : heavenly

chapters : 【 1 】【 2 】

when the professor announced an early dismissal, the room was filled with loud chatter from the students, accompanied by a series of laughs as they said their goodbyes and the annoying screeching of chairs that caused everyone to cover their ears as some of the other chaotic students dashed for the door. yells of complaint and concern filled the room, but the boys were too busy pushing each other to hear them.

"children."

you sighed with furrowed brows as you packed your belongings, glancing up from your bag before shaking your head. you were so focused that you didn't notice your best friend approaching you, and you jumped in surprise when a deep voice sounded from next to you.

"y/n."

"oh my fucking god."

your wide eyes met your best friend's blinking eyes, watching as he raised a questioning brow at you, albeit a little judgmentally as usual.

"the hell is wrong with you?"

you irked. "stop doing that."

lee heeseung simply smirked at you, and you knew what was coming next, causing you to roll your eyes.

"what? are you blind now, too?" the varsity basketball player teased and raised his hand above his head, subtly demonstrating the height difference between the two of you. "i'm this tall and you still failed to see me?"

"shut up."

you left him behind, his evil laugh echoing in your ears. well, you tried to. because it didn't take him long to catch up to you with his long limbs, an arm thrown around your shoulders. heeseung decided to stop teasing you after noticing the corridor you were both taking.

"from what i remember, the gate is on the other side, y/n."

"i know that, hee."

you glanced up at him, catching the silent query in his bambi eyes.

so, with a sigh of frustration, you went on to explain.

"mr. kim said he'd like to meet with me after class to discuss my cousin's grades."

"maybe to praise her?" heeseung said, trying to make you feel better as he felt your tense shoulder under his palm.

even though the varsity was unconcerned about his own grades, he understood your frustrations because he knew how much you cared about your cousin despite the fact that your interactions with her were limited.

besides, he grew to adore your cousin, too, so hearing the worry in your tone and seeing the frustration on your face naturally made him worry as well.

you shook your head. "his tone and facial expression indicate otherwise."

your brow furrowed as you remembered your brief interaction with him earlier.

his tone was pity-filled as he spoke to you, his brow furrowed worriedly as lines formed on his forehead and you could tell he was stressed, and his eyes shone with genuine concern for his student while looking into yours.

that was more than enough for you to assume the worst.

heeseung sighed. "well, let's hope it's not that bad."

"i hope so."

after that, you fell silent, hurrying down the corridor to the professor's office. the pleasant atmosphere was only shattered when heeseung made stupid remarks about random people he saw who irritated him. you were used to his jerkish demeanor, so you simply rolled your eyes whenever a foul word or comment slipped out of his mouth so easily.

quite a judgmental best friend you got.

you arrived at the office, and heeseung gave you one last pat, the gesture serving as his silent support and comfort. you gave him a strained smile and knocked, entering only after confirmation from the other side of the door. your gaze landed on the man sitting behind the table, who was currently occupied with papers, ignoring the freezing temperature of the office, which caused goosebumps to rise all over your skin.

"ms. hong, good afternoon." mr. kim smiled and pointed to the seat across from him. as you took the empty seat, you returned the greeting meekly and thanked him. "so, your cousin…"

you watched as he averted his gaze from you to scan the papers in his hand, which you assumed was your cousin's. he sighed and handed you the papers with a small disappointed head shake that was almost unnoticeable if you weren't looking.

"miss hong is doing horribly in the subject i'm teaching, mathematics. while she is a good student, a sweetheart as everyone has said, her grades in this subject are the problem."

while you shuffled through the papers with an unreadable expression, your ears paid attention to the professor as he continued to talk about your cousin, even though you were dying inside as your eyes caught red marks that indicated failing marks on almost every paper, as well as scores that passed but were still very close to failing.

"i see her determination in my class; ms. hong is working her hardest and best. however, the results are unsatisfactory, and i am concerned that she will fail my subject."

feeling your soul leave your body, you lifted your gaze from eunchae's papers, which you wished you'd never see again, and met the professor's gentle eyes, who were obviously concerned about you as well because you had high expectations and were an overachiever.

"you're a member of the tutor club and ms. hong's cousin. so if i may ask you a favor, could you tutor her?"

"of course, mr. kim."

when the door swung open and you stepped out, heeseung raised his head. he knew mr. kim didn't praise your cousin because you wore a look that was far from satisfied. your best friend shivered because he'd seen that look before, the same one you'd give him whenever his grades disappointed you. you walked past him, and he knew where you were going, so he followed you.

"uh, how'd it go, y/n-ah?" heeseung inquired, his voice soft and sweet, as if it could help your anger and dissatisfaction fade.

however, your sidelong glance caused him to smile nervously.

you were not happy.

heeseung chose life over death, so he remained silent on the way to what he assumed was the cafeteria, because that's where your cousin's circle would usually be.

i pray for your safety, eunchae.

the cafeteria was packed with students, most of whom had just finished their classes and others who were waiting for their next period. eunchae, who was accompanied by one of her friends, was one of those waiting for the next subject.

the freshman was practically melting in her seat, replaying her conversation with her mathematics professor in her head. the sophomore in front of her looked at her with pitying eyes, brow furrowed in concern, having heard about her situation from the student council president.

"mr. kim suggested that i be tutored by one of the tutor club members." eunchae whined.

"isn't that good?" the sophomore replied.

eunchae hummed thoughtfully, her gaze sweeping across the ceiling. "well, i suppose. i hope i know the person so that adjusting to them isn't too difficult."

the sophomore was about to respond when she noticed a pair approaching from behind eunchae.

normally, the tall boy towering over almost everyone would catch a person's attention, primarily because of his height, which makes him easy to spot, but he was also attractive and familiar, but the sophomore couldn't even recall his name.

however, it wasn't him who piqued the sophomore's interest.

hong eunchae flinched when an arm shot past her, papers being slammed on the table. the poor freshman looked at the hand and immediately recognized the familiar rings that adorned the hand. eunchae gulped loudly and slowly threw her head back to confirm her suspicions, shivering as your frowning expression appeared from above her as you leaned over her.

the freshman wasn't sure whether she should be relieved that she now knew who would be tutoring her. it had completely slipped eunchae's mind that her cousin was currently a member of the tutor club.

"don't worry, sweetheart. it won't be too hard to adjust to my presence." you spoke a bit too darkly for comfort.

"unnie…"

of course, you immediately softened and sighed in defeat when you saw eunchae's terrified expression. you ruffled her hair with your free hand to show her you weren't mad at her, just at her grades. relieved, eunchae sighed, closing her eyes happily to enjoy your soft touch, her initial fear of you disappearing.

there was no way you could be mad with her. she was not only your cousin, but she was also hong eunchae.

everyone falls in love with eunchae.

of course, as her cousin, your love for her surpasses all others.

tearing your eyes away from your cousin, you then flushed lightly as your gaze landed at the elegant girl sitting in front of eunchae. her sole focus was on you. you noticed her as you stormed over, but you ignored it for the time being. you couldn't help but notice her rather dazed obvious staring at you now that you were this close to them.

even heeseung, who was standing behind you, noticed the girl's dazed expression and your blush, and he merely smirked and took note of it to tease you later.

"after class, go straight to the coffee shop; heeseung and i will meet you there."

you gave your cousin a tap on the cheek and quickly turned around, your blush worsening as you felt the girl's stare drilling holes into the back of your head. you noticed heeseung's teasing smile, which you ignored as you hurriedly walked out of there.

"bye bye, eunchae~!" heeseung gave eunchae a gentle smile, which she returned.

the varsity player turned around to pursue your evading figure, while the freshman and sophomore, the latter one mentioned still had no idea who the boy was, watched as heeseung wrapped his arm around you.

"now, now. what was that, y/n-ah?"

"please shut the fuck up, lee heeseung."

"who was that?"

eunchae shifted her gaze away from your arguing figures and toward the sophomore, who was still staring at the cafeteria doors, spilling students in and out, even though you had already disappeared into the hallway. oblivious as usual, eunchae beamed at her friend, drawing the other girl's attention to her.

"my tutor, apparently. she's—" eunchae's words were cut off by her own gasp as she realized the time and jumped out of her seat. "AH! i have to go, zuha unnie! my next class is gonna start in five!"

disappointed, nakamura kazuha watched eunchae sprint away, not wanting to miss her next class because she was on the verge of failing this one. the sophomore blinked as she moved her gaze to the empty table, alone with her buzzing thoughts. her mind was filled with you, knowing nothing other than you were eunchae's math tutor.

kazuha remembered how you melted to eunchae's scared puppy eyes. even if you were speaking to eunchae, the softness in your eyes and your warm voice caused comfort to spread within her. when your eyes met, kazuha's face burst into various shades of red, which you missed because you were too preoccupied with the spreading heat across your face. the embarrassment in your eyes made her feel embarrassed about being caught staring.

however, she couldn't help herself as she was drawn into your eyes even more after that.

sighing, she moved her gaze to her phone, which lit up as a notification from her club president flashed across her screen. sigh. kazuha moved quickly, gathering her belongings and exiting the cafeteria. with one final scan around the corridor, hoping to see you again, only to be disappointed as unfamiliar faces greeted her vision, kazuha left to take care of her own affairs.

reminder, everyone! ballet practice in 15!

"eunchae?"

the mentioned girl turned around quickly, beaming at the sight of the pair approaching. you skipped over to your cousin and wrapped her in a warm embrace, while heeseung calmly followed you with a large grin, ignoring the stares directed at you two.

as eunchae melted in your arms, she felt another hand on top of her head, giving her a quick pat, and with her usual cheerful grin, she peered over your shoulder to greet your best friend.

"how was math class today, hm?" you queried.

eunchae leapt from your arms and thrust her fist into your face, which was clutching the paper. you smiled proudly as your gaze was drawn to the green mark on the top right side of the paper.

even though you had only been tutoring your cousin for a few days, eunchae's scores and overall performance were improving. she wasn't difficult to teach, but she struggled with a few topics here and there, and she was grateful you were patient enough to repeat something for her to understand.

"oh?" heeseung towered over you, peering over your shoulder at the paper. "woah, that's a good one, eunchae."

"she's getting better marks than you, that's for sure." you irked, rolling your eyes at the boy, who shrugged nonchalantly.

eunchae's face emerged from behind the paper with a smile that grew larger as she noticed the proud glint in your eyes.

"you did so well, eunchae-ah!"

you squished her cheeks while scrunching your nose, a habit you knew would emerge whenever you found something cute—in this case, eunchae. she appeared to you to be a child who had successfully overcome their fear of heights at a playground slide and was waiting for their mother's praise and affection for it.

and you were clearly very proud of her.

while eunchae gathered all the necessary items from her locker, you reached for the paper and scanned the content, squinting your eyes at her mistakes.

"where will you be?" heeseung asked, glancing down at his phone. you cast a glance at the boy, whose eyes were scanning the message across the screen, which you assumed was from one of his teammates.

you hummed thoughtfully. "the library. you have training?"

your best friend gave you a curt nod. "yeah, so i'll be in the gym. what time will you be done?"

you shifted your gaze away from the tall boy and toward eunchae, who had come to stand in front of you, smiling quietly as she listened to the conversation.

"i think we'll be done in an hour or two. i'm not sure, it depends."

"just let me know then, y/n-ah." heeseung said, and when you nodded, he turned to look at the youngest, whose big doe eyes moved from you to him as the conversation progressed.

the boy smiled and patted the young girl on the head. "good luck, eunchae."

eunchae grinned. "thank you!"

you sat in the library with your cousin, twirling a pen between your fingers as you waited for her to complete the test you gave her. you spent an hour teaching eunchae about the subject and correcting her earlier math errors; now she's been answering your new exercise for fifteen minutes and counting.

"unnie?"

you were scanning the library as if it were your first time there when your gaze was drawn back to eunchae's troubled face, and you resisted the urge to squeal because of her cute pinched expression, completely forgetting that your cousin was struggling. you leaned in close, trying to see what eunchae was writing on the paper across from you.

"hm?"

eunchae shyly pointed at the equation. "am i doing this right?"

meanwhile, a fellow junior's curious yet intense eyes watched from a distance. the female stood in one of the library's many book aisles, one hand tracing the spine of an interesting book before her attention was stolen by none other than the familiar girl sitting in front of her friend.

even from afar, the junior could see how you stood out among the crowd. despite the fact that you were doing nothing but tutoring eunchae, her gaze had been fixed on you since she noticed your presence.

"huh. where did i see her again?"

the junior mindlessly took the book she had been touching for a few minutes, glancing at the cover to read the title before opening it, her gaze eventually returning to you. however, you had already left, leaving eunchae alone, just as she remembered where she had seen you.

"right, earlier in the hallway with that stupid varsity player."

you walked slowly through the aisle between large shelves, scanning the countless spines of books, quickly reading the titles of each one in the hopes of finding one that would help you with an assignment later. fortunately, you found it right away. before reaching for it, you double-checked that it was the correct book by reading the title again.

"fuck chemistry. i hate that shit." you grumbled in annoyance.

you froze, however, when a shadow came from behind you and another hand reached for the same book.

the long hair tickling your cheek, the perfume lingering beneath your nose, and the hand landing on top of yours, holding the spine of the book, all indicated that whoever was behind you was a woman.

as her hand gripped both yours and the book, you gulped. it wasn't so tight that it hurt, but it was enough to keep you in place for a while. you were irritated because you didn't want to let go of the book, but your face was flushed with embarrassment because of the situation you were both in.

"uh, miss? i got here first." you spoke with a shaky breath escaping your lips.

in response, the girl behind you hummed. "i know, i saw. i'm not here for the book though, you can have it."

she rolled her eyes, uninterested in the chemistry book, but you couldn't see the action.

you blinked, dunbfounded, the red on your face deepening the longer you stayed with her like that. "do you mind letting go, then?"

"hm? no."

you tried to ignore the hot breath hitting your ear as she spoke to you, concentrating on controlling your irritation at the amusement dripping from her unfortunately pretty voice. it sent shivers down your spine, and the female noticed, prompting her to laugh more in rhat same tone.

you resisted the urge to face her because if you did, you would have smacked her, which would put you in a bad light, or you would have panicked because you could tell this girl was already pretty just from the voice behind your ear.

"look, miss—"

"i'm just curious if you're interested in that stupid varsity player you were with."

the question caught you off guard, but the word used to describe your best friend didn't surprise you because you already knew he was stupid in more ways than one. however, the way she phrased the question made you shiver because she sounded like one of heeseung's many fans in this school out to get you.

it's not like you were attacked by his fans; your mind was just racing with all the possible outcomes because you were scared for your innocent life.

you gulped and quickly shook your head. "lee heeseung? no, i'm not dating that punk. he's my best friend. you can date him if you want."

despite the fact that you couldn't see her, the female raised a brow at the crown of your head.

huh. so that's his name? lee heeseung…

the girl dragged out the book you were both holding with a small shake of her head before pulling away from you, almost causing you to drop it. the light engulfed you again, almost blinding you, as the shadow and presence behind you disappeared, and you turned around quickly to catch whoever the person was, but the books on the other shelf greeted you instead.

you blinked. "what the fuck…?"

the female smiled softly, still amused, as the library doors closed, despite the fact that she was annoyed by your last statement that she almost puked just thinking about it.

date him? the fuck, she grumbled.

the girl walked down the corridor, holding the book she was interested in earlier, but she came to a halt when she heard a voice from behind her.

"yunjin."

huh yunjin turned around to face the president of the opera club with a tight-lipped smile, trying to keep the groan of annoyance from escaping her throat. she was met with a similarly irritated expression, but she didn't back down.

"you didn't attend rehearsals."

yunjin waved the male off. "i already know what i need to do."

"we would've still appreciated your presence, ms. huh."

yunjin, tired of hearing the same words like a broken record, turned around and left him standing there, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation.

"annoying little shit." they both murmured quietly once they were sure the other was out of earshot.

but yunjin wouldn't mind either if her club president heard it. to be honest, she would have preferred it that way. he ruined her afternoon, which was already going well because of her earlier encounter with a certain someone, and he appeared out of nowhere to be an asshole.

yunjin clicked her tongue in distaste and turned the corner, only to have another irk on her brow because another male appeared.

the fuck.

yunjin side-eyed the sweaty male as she walked past him, and the boy returned the same look, not liking the sight of the opera trained singer in his path, especially if she glared at him like that.

even so, they greeted each other.

"huh yunjin."

"lee heeseung."

back in the library, you'd returned to your table with a red face, and thankfully, eunchae was too preoccupied with answering the last question to notice. curses raced through your mind, all directed at the stranger you met in the aisle earlier.

that was one hell of an encounter, and you were certain you wouldn't be able to forget about it as soon as you hoped.

you sighed, annoyance written all over your face. "who the hell was that?"

"unnie, i did it!"

all around you, hushes were directed at you two, causing you to bow silently in apology. eunchae simply smiled at everyone and apologized, successfully enchanting them, as she handed you her worksheet. you gave your cousin a quick proud smile before moving on to check her answers, and she watched you with anticipation, her smile growing with each glance up at her with a raised brow.

eunchae, for once, was confident that her answers were correct.

"are you two not done yet?"

"patience, heeseung."

you didn't even bother looking up as your best friend slid into the empty seat next to you. eunchae smiled at the male, who returned the smile with a tired thumbs up, silently wondering how she could be so bright even after a long day.

"good job today, eunchae."

"you, too, oppa!"

eunchae bounced excitedly next to you, her eyes shining brightly, not taking her gaze away from the man making the ice cream, who smiled as he noticed the excited child. if it were possible, there would be sparkling stars all around your cousin as she waited patiently, or she might even be the sun herself given how bright she appeared right now.

you looked at her, amused. "you look like a kid."

eunchae gave you a brief pout before returning to bouncing on the tips of her toes, while you stood ready to catch the girl if she slipped.

"i am a kid, unnie. i'm younger than you."

you chuckled at her argument but didn't retaliate because it didn't matter if she was right or wrong right now; you'd always let the girl win.

earlier today, eunchae talked you out of a tutoring session that was supposed to start right now, but you had given in to your cousin's request for ice cream after she aced a certain math exercise. you couldn't even argue with her because your heart and mind were screaming at you to comply with her request.

therefore, after classes, you let eunchae drag you to an ice cream shop near the school, and here you were, watching your cousin bounce up and down with sparkles dancing around her.

"here you go, kids."

as you paid the man behind the counter, eunchae took your orders and quickly made her way to the table in the far right corner. the man's deep chuckle made you look back at him, and you whispered words of thanks as he handed you the change.

"sorry, it's just, that kid reminds me of my kid."

you smiled and said a few more words to the nice man before joining eunchae, who was halfway through her ice cream. you smiled in amusement as she appeared to have entered the gates of heaven after shoveling a spoonful of her ice cream into her mouth, sitting in front of the sunshine kid that was your cousin.

"slow down, eunchae-ah."

eunchae shook her head frantically. "this is so good, unnie."

"i can tell." you chuckled, amusement dripping from your voice, and resolved to find out for yourself whether the ice cream truly tasted that good.

it didn't disappoint, bringing justice to eunchae's exaggerated but endearing reactions to her own ice cream. you sighed, the dessert melting on your tongue and the heavenly taste spreading across your tongue, causing you to relax back in your seat.

"hey, y/n unnie."

you hummed and looked eunchae in the eyes. curiosity could be seen in her swirling orbs, causing you to raise a silent questioning brow. you listened intently as eunchae leaned forward eagerly as if whatever she was about to say or ask was top secret, but it was only her nature that you found adorable nonetheless.

"i heard there would be some sort of family gathering." she murmured against her spoon.

"oh, really? mom hasn't mentioned anything to me yet." you responded, interested in the topic.

"yeah! she told whoever that was on the phone it was going to be pretty big!" eunchae beamed as she excitedly threw her arms in the air to show you how big it was going to be. "that means…"

you happily returned her enthusiasm while holding back the laugh that bubbled up in your chest at the adorable kid in front of you. "...food!"

"exactly, unnie! i'm so excited!"

despite being hidden in the corner with your cousin, her enthusiasm drew everyone else's attention in the shop, and they unconsciously smiled at her, the biggest grin being worn by a certain girl from eunchae's friend group. she raised the camera in her hands and pointed it at the sparkling girl as she stood in line with her friends in front of the counter to get a few shots of their adorable youngest.

when she zoomed out, however, she noticed the girl sitting in front of runchae.

you.

the photographer drew the camera away from her face, blinking slowly as she watched you throw your head back in delight at whatever eunchae said. a joke, she assumed, but her mind wasn't functioning properly. it was as if seeing you laugh mentally broke her in a good way. your laugh, which she couldn't hear because it was buried beneath the chatterings of the other customers.

oh, how she wished she could hear your laugh right at that moment.

"sakura!"

when a hand was waved right in front of her face, miyawaki sakura snapped out of her daze and turned around to face her fellow photography club members, who were asking what ice cream she wanted, flushing red when she noticed the distance between her and them, indicating they had left her behind due to her dazed staring.

"what's got you spacing out?"

"we've been calling your name for minutes, unnie."

sakura turned even redder, bowing down in apology to the other customers in line who were delayed because of her before standing close to her fellow club members. her gaze landed on the table you were sitting at, catching you smiling kindly at eunchae as she excused herself for a moment.

you have such an impact on sakura, and she doesn't even know who you are.

"sorry, i just saw someone."

despite the barrage of questions, sakura raised her camera once more, this time pointing it at your helpless figure and snapping a perfect beautiful photo of you scrolling down your phone.

so simple, yet… sakura's thoughts wandered as she felt a hand on her arm, gently dragging her away and towards the table near you. the japanese wasn't sure whether she should be thankful that her fellow club members were assisting her or panic because you were so much closer to her than before.

"what are you guys doing?" sakura chose the latter, panicking as she tried to free herself from her short friend's rather tight grip, who had already predicted that the japanese would flee.

"trying to help you get a better view and shot, sakura." one of the boys teased with a large grin, holding both his and sakura's orders because the latter held her camera and was currently being dragged.

"unnie! i'm back!"

you raised your head from your phone, your face brightening as you noticed eunchae bounding over to your table. sakura, not wanting to waste the opportunity in front of her, quickly positioned her camera to take photos of both the stranger who had caught her eye and the adorable sunshine next to you.

"ready to go?"

when she first heard your voice, sakura melted. despite the fact that she couldn't hear it clearly due to the environment you were both in, she was able to pick up on the softness laced into the words spoken to eunchae, who beamed in response to your question. the japanese then couldn't help but be disappointed as she processed your words.

"yes, yes!" eunchae tugged on your arm, causing you to chuckle. "is heeseung oppa coming, too?"

you hummed as you rose to your feet, letting the younger girl lead the way out. "i don't think so, eunchae. he said he's going out with someone."

eunchae's eyes shone brightly as she gave you a curious head tilt, opening her mouth to ask you a few more questions about your best friend's shenanigans with someone, but she saw a familiar face.

"kkura unnie!"

you tore your gaze away from your cousin and followed her line of sight, confused by the familiar nickname slipping past her lips. there was a familiar girl sitting with her friends at a nearby table, a camera comfortably in her hands.

when eunchae yelled her name at an embarrassingly loud volume, sakura jumped, but even more so when your curious gaze fell on her. she could see the teasing look in the corner of her eyes, but she ignored it and focused on eunchae—at least, she tried to, because your slightly towering figure behind eunchae was distracting.

"i didn't know you'd be here, unnie!" eunchae shook the older girl's shoulders after giving the others a wide respectful smile, which they returned as they melted.

sakura tried not to look away from her friend, who was clearly influenced by sugar, and instead at you, but she couldn't help but catch a glance now and then, her face flushing red because your albeit amused attention was on her.

"we just stopped by to, uh, take a break." sakura stammered, fingers fiddling with the buttons on her camera as she returned her gaze to you.

you gave her a smile and a nod that she would have missed if she hadn't been looking so intently. sakura's smile widened in response, concealing her embarrassment, and she nodded as well, but more enthusiastically than yours, causing her to curse in her head.

get yourself together, sakura.

you, on the other hand, couldn't help but be flustered that a pretty girl noticed your presence. despite being taller, you stepped directly behind your cousin and merely listened to the ongoing conversation, finding the annoying dirt on your shoe more interesting.

sakura was disappointed she couldn't see you properly, but she couldn't focus on that any longer.

"and to get some inspiration." someone from the group interrupted the conversation, eliciting a few snickers. sakura sent a firm look in their direction, which they ignored.

"OH! then we'll leave you to it, kkura unnie!"

eunchae waved goodbye and began dragging you again, causing sakura to panic because she hadn't yet learned your name, but your back was already turned as you tried to keep up with your sugar-influenced cousin.

you wanted to return your gaze to kkura and bid her one last farewell, but your wide eyes were drawn to a child running up from the side.

"eunchae, stop!" you yelped, barely avoiding the child and yelling a halfhearted apology to the child's guardian and the child staring helplessly after you before being dragged out of the shop.

"you missed your chance!"

sakura sighed and leaned back in her seat, ignoring her fellow club members. ice cream on the table in front of her, her fingers fiddled with some camera buttons as a display of her habit of—well, was it excitement or anxiety? sakura wasn't sure which was which, so she pushed it deep down and went through her photos.

"she's so… pretty."

"are you sure you're not joining?"

as the two of you took the familiar corridor leading to eunchae's room, you cast a sidelong glance at your best friend. you had told him about the family gathering eunchae mentioned a few days ago at the ice cream shop, which had just been confirmed. heeseung shrugged his shoulders, his bambi eyes scanning the corridor for someone, causing you to raise a teasing brow at him, which he caught when he finally looked at you.

"not a word." heeseung grumbled, prompting a silent chuckle from you. "it's tomorrow, right?"

you hummed. "yeah, it'll be just a simple dinner."

"are you sure i won't interfere with your family if i join?" heeseung whispered.

you gave him another look, this time with a judging nature, blinking at his stupid question but understandable concern. heeseung raised an eyebrow at your gaze, but remained silent until you responded.

"my mom is personally asking for you." you replied with a small head shake.

when he opened his mouth to counter your statement, you beat him to it and added more arguments on your side, causing him to close his mouth and listen silently.

"eunchae's mom knows you, too, hee. you're basically family to us. i'm sure they wouldn't mind, it's not like it's your first time either." you argued to the tall bambi.

the pinched expression on his face screamed reluctance, and you sighed in slight annoyance and small adoration, deciding to pull one more trick out of your sleeve. you knew there was no way he'd refuse to attend the family gathering with it, and you didn't want to tell him, preferring to keep it a surprise, but he wouldn't go if you didn't tell him.

"he will be there, too, you know?"

heeseung's face flushed, and you laughed at this rare display of embarrassment from your usually cool and jerk best friend. heeseung whipped his head away from your gaze to hide the blush that was so visible that if they even glanced at them, they'd notice the red hue across his nose.

"shut up."

"hah! this is what i have to go through every single day, hee." you sneered at him, causing him to sassily roll his eyes at you, but his red face prevented you from taking it as a warning response.

"excuse me."

you came to a halt, your shoulders jumping in surprise at the coldness in the voice of an unknown person speaking to you. heeseung snapped out of his reverie, wishing the red would go away, and looked up.

"president?" heeseung queried in curiosity.

you blinked at the girl, who ignored the player next to you and instead approached you, her emotionless gaze fixed on your face. it was your turn to blush this time, and as much as heeseung wanted to tease you, he kept quiet because the only other person he didn't want to get in the way of was the president herself, who was now standing directly in front of you.

"y/n, right?" the president requested confirmation, but she already knew. she'd never admit it aloud, but she did it to prolong this nonsense interaction because someone pushed her to.

"yes, miss president." you swallowed your embarrassment as you watched her eyes scan every inch of your face up close.

"eunchae's tutor?" she asked again and you simply nodded, suddenly losing your voice.

the girl then took a step away from you, finally acknowledging her intrusion into your personal space, and gave you a brief bow. you hurriedly went to return it, but she was already walking past you, so you only stood there waiting for her next words.

"thank you for taking care of our eunchae."

heeseung watched the girl round the corner as you stared ahead, unsure whether to wonder what the hell happened just now or to question your existence because you got the president herself to acknowledge you. your best friend shook you like a random doll he found, a large teasing grin plastered on his face as he looked down on your now red face.

"now, now. what was that, y/n?"

"shut the fuck up, lee heeseung."

you ignored the grinning boy in front of you and turned around to see if you could catch a glimpse of the president before she vanished, but all you saw were students slowly filling the previously almost deserted hallway, indicating the dismissal of a few more freshmen classes.

"come on, eunchae's probably waiting."

you continued on your way without waiting for your best friend's response, ignoring his annoying chirp of teasing all the way there, weirded out by the interaction but flustered at the same time because the president stood a little too close to you.

"hey, hey. it's rude to ignore your best friend, you know?"

"please shut it, heeseung."

"y/n unnie! heeseung oppa!"

the president walked down the hall, ignoring the stares she received from her classmates. it was common for students to stare at a student council body while they were out and about, and while it bothered the members at first, they eventually got used to it.

on the outside, the president appeared calm and collected, but her thoughts were racing as she resisted the urge to turn red right then and there.

why the hell did i do that? the president would have cringed if she hadn't been in public, not because she regretted the entire interaction with you, but because the way she chose to approach you was embarrassing. getting in someone's face… who the hell does that?

"so? she's pretty, right?" as a shadow covered her entire being, a new voice sounded from next to her. "chaewon unnie."

kim chaewon cast a glance at the taller girl, who had managed to catch up to her. chaewon wondered how she did it as the other girl went to check on her friend, who was in the same class as eunchae. the smiling girl, on the other hand, was pretty quick with her duties, so she didn't bother asking.

"yujin." chaewon simply greeted the vice president. "she's… interesting."

an yujin raised an eyebrow at that, finding the response lacking because the vice president knew there was more to it, but still surprised that the ever so cold student council president openly, outspokenly, and outwardly admitted to liking someone.

"i definitely found her gorgeous. i saw her on the way actually!" yujin teased as she pretended to be enchanted, not missing the subtle glare chaewon hid in the sidelong glance she sent her way.

yujin, on the other hand, thought you were stunning. the vice president had seen you around before and was the one who pushed chaewon to introduce herself to you, but that's not what exactly happened.

chaewon remained silent, ignoring the blossoming sensation on her chest. it wasn't uncomfortable, but it bothered her that she felt some sort of excitement or thrill at the prospect of seeing you soon, perhaps to fix the first impression she left you because she knew damn well it was a bad one.

only the grinning vice president next to her would do something like that.

"oh! i think you broke her though." yujin mentioned, causing the shorter girl to look at her in a curious query, which yujin caught. "she was quite kinda out of it. what'd you do, president?"

chaewon's brows knitted in irritation, concealing her genuine concern in her chest. shit, did i make her uncomfortable? the president groaned in her head, noting that she shouldn't spend too much time with yujin in the meantime because she was going to be a lot like her, albeit a colder version of yujin's smug and outgoing self.

"nothing. i did nothing."

"uhuh. sure, unnie."

"eunchae! ready to go?"

the mentioned girl turned around to see you and heeseung, smiling with delight as she noticed her classmates literally gawking at the two of you, not bothering to hide it. it was as if they were seeing third-year students for the first time—a basketball player, varsity at that, and a tutor club member, also one of the smartest.

"yes, unnie!"

eunchae quickly joined you, and the three of you made your way to a nearby coffee shop, heeseung letting you two lead the way while he watched the boring math conversation taking place right in front of him. nonetheless, he listened to eunchae's stories with exaggerated actions, and you both responded with the same amount of enthusiasm as you flipped the notebook she handed you open.

the past few weeks were quite… eventful, for you at least.

your cousin, eunchae, was failing mr. kim's math class, and as a member of the tutor club and her precious cousin, you were tasked by none other than mr. kim himself with dealing with the not-so-minor issue with your cousin's grades, which led you to meet the four women who you found pretty regardless of how strange your interactions with some of them were.

you would never admit it in front of heeseung though.

speaking of which, your best friend was also involved in some shenanigans from the sidelines, which piqued your interest.

well, it was fun.

weird, but fun nevertheless.

if you thought the previous weeks were eventful, how would you describe the upcoming weeks? if only you knew. well, you'd find out soon enough.

"can we get ice cream, unnie?"

"hee will treat us." you stated, but glanced back at your best friend for confirmation.

the boy merely rolled his eyes. "yeah, yeah. whatever."

"yay!"

series : heavenly

chapters : 【 1 】【 2 】

nikko note: this chapter has been sitting in my drafts for weeks, and it's about damn time i published it. this was supposed to be posted on or before my birthday, but it slipped my mind ahehe. and we happened to reach 1k followers, so here you go! again, happy 1k! anyway, thank you and i hope you liked this! have a great day!

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royal-confessions · 19 days

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“People would tell me I'm indulging in the trope of white woman tears, but I think Harry really did Kate foul and that set off William. Regardless of what one thinks about W&K's marriage, she's still the mother of his kids. I can see him not being able to forgive him for implying he didn't marry Kate for love, for being upset Kate didn't do more to help Meghan (never mind Kate had a difficult pregnancy, and was less than one month postpartum when H&M got married), for putting in the lip gloss comment and other shit in about Kate in Spare. Not to mention Harry publicly saying in an interview that he worried about how W&K were raising the kids who are the 'spares' (e.g. he basically said they're shitty parents). Also, I even recall some critics who read Finding Freedom, the Omid Scoobie book, writing that they thought it was bizarrely harsh on Kate. I know people think Harry & Kate were friends, but it made me remember that allegedly Harry was one of the main forces behind the 'doors to handle' thing mocking Carole, even after the others allegedly stopped after Wills chewed them out. Kate could very well be mean. But if someone got huffy with me for not letting them borrow my lip gloss, insisted I drive over an hour away in the morning for a fitting TWO weeks after I gave birth (not even offering to send the tailor to me), told me I had baby brain, wouldn't let my kid wear tights even though it's not that hot and kids get blisters easily without tights, etc… I would not be inclined to step in if the paper wrongly accused them of making me cry. Not to mention if I had HG (it's hell, my friend had it) and said people were mad I wasn't doing more to help them… even though I was having a difficult pregnancy. I would be upset. I still think Kate should have stepped in, but it feels like H&M never considered that 'they' were unfair to her too. And I think Kate must have thought it rich for Harry to preach about bullying considering the shit he said about her mom.” - Submitted by Anonymous

#Prince William #kate middleton #catherine princess of wales #prince harry #meghan markle #meghan duchess of sussex

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toastedwrittenthoughts · 1 year

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Pink Ladies Ep 8 Thoughts..

Episode 8.. Was rough.

Here are my thoughts.... Not that anyone asked for them.

The fact that Jane has to run away from both Buddy and Richie made me shake my head, and the fact that the Pink Ladies mention that she has 2 potential dates to worry about whereas they don't gave me the best of friends vibes.

Richie looking hurt, but still understanding of Janes decision about going to the Ball with the Pink Ladies. God. Man.

The internalized lecture she gave herself after he left. Say what you will, we've all had a moment like that. Like 'why did I say that?"

Gil coming in to the Frost Palace like a force and even after trying to shake the nerves out, him smacking books out of some persons hands never fails to make me laugh.

I gotta say that I FREAKING LOVE THE FACT!! That Gil respected both Richie and Olivia enough to WAIT UNTIL he got the brothers blessing to move in and ask her out. And as soon as he has an opportunity to do it, he goes straight for it! Atta boy! Get your girl!

Olivia making him WORK for it with his hunt for nickels.

Hazel. And Wally.

Buddy looking visually a little rougher pleases me. Takes Jane's news well enough on the chin.

Gil being nervous and kinda skirting how he feels about her. .. My sweet boy..

Making nickels outta dimes... All I could think of.

Lydia walking by and Cynthia TRACKING here.

Nancy having a meltdown over her infatuation.

Nancy dropping a big C and Cynthia sounding so concerned.

"Its worse than cancer... Its inside of me. Growing. Spreading."

"A child?'- My roommate.

Cynthia being shook that Nancy has a thing for Potato. Both are probably shocked as hell..

Crushing Me is a western bop.

Potato looking thrilled and kinda scared of Nancy never fails to make me laugh...

Dot looking crushed..

Shy Guy looking subtly thrilled and SLIDING to go sit with the gang and tell them.

Classic Pink Ladies. Put their mind to it, they got dates in 5 minutes.

Richie chilling in the TBird, jacket off, looking at a lighter... Mmm. Yum.

Richie comforting Dot and deciding to go the the ball together is just... so pure. But what he says to her about how the person he likes going with someone else... "I know how that one HITS." And for Richie, they just keep on coming.. Then again, he's used to it. And Dot recognizing pain, offers him a lolly like someone does a drink or a cigg. And her lighting up at going together.

The whole PTA meeting... Just. Don't even get me started. Spelling in front of high schoolers? Are you kidding me? What about the others who's ears aren't covered?!

The more the girls are together, the more I love their dynamics. Jane and Olivia gushing together over the décor, the way they boost Nancy up in all her... Nancyness intensity. And the way Jane reacts when Cynthia comes into view. In a dress.. Just.. sweet girl.

Olivia and Mr. Daniels... GoFUCKYourself. No. Everything. About. You. NO!

Olivia almost using 'I have a date' like a goddamn shield...

Wally being charming AF when Hazel is nervous is just.. Daw.

Buddy looking FOUL and guilty to his dad who tries to dismisses it.

I thought it would pan over to Jane but the fact that it was Richie! Hooo boy!

And the look he sends over his shoulder before it softens in Jane's vague direction... God. Add in the fact that Richie was at a casino acting out when Jane got the news that she lost, and then to hear that after she lost, she didn't even lose fairly because Buddy's dad cheated... My first thought was that he couldn't go an tell her or even comfort her.. And the anger he must've felt to hear that his girl got cheated out and that Buddy hasn't come clean when he 'wants too'.... Lot to process.

The Pink Ladies hyping up eachother. The Birds being awkward around them..

Gil's comment about being a cartoon wolf around Olivia killed me!

Gil being nervous when he hands her the corsage... YOU CAN SEE HIS HANDS TREMBLE!

Richie keeping his reactions to Dot pleasantly neutral. He only livens up with Jane.

Dots Sandy Reference!

In my opinion, Richie's (Jonathan Neives) performance this episode seemed.... I dunno... weaker? than previous episodes, but when he was with Jane, he seemed to really be himself. Am I just being crazy?

Susan taking the Pink Ladies side in both the dance counsel and when talking to her mother made my opinion of her lift up a little.

The conversation between Susan and her mother.. And the doctor... 'Buddy had a right to know...'

Holy. Shit.

Like, it makes sense and it does check off the classic box of head cheerleader and top quarterback... That is how you say something without saying something.

Richie cant miss an opportunity to even subtly flirt with Jane. And the way she smiles back at him... Just.. My babies!

Dot picking up on vibes. They are kind hard to miss

Gil being a 'respectful dancing distance away' from Olivia until she pulls him in and the way he melts against her. And her giggle!

Cynthia and Shy guy.. The whole scene is (as weird and bad as this is gonna sound) a good kind of cringe. But Shy guy... My sweet boy.

Richie and Jane having 'ideas'!

Breaking my hear kid! Fly free!

Fly free!

It'll probably be an unpopular opinion but I'm glad we didn't get a kiss between Richie and Jane, especially right after Dot took 'one for the road.' And how he looked at Jane when she did it like...

He wiped his mouth with his hand. I was both pleased and kinda offended in a good way..

"What about Buddy?"/"What about him?" The way his face subtly changes! AND THEY PLAYED THEIR SONG! I started humming 'Carelessly' and then FREAKED OUT!

BORN.TO.HAND.JIVE!

Olivia going after Susan.. is justified but scorpions can still sting eachother.. And dishing out poison like its shots goes out to anyone and everyone she can.

S.O.A.B.. Buddy didn't even come out and say it himself... But when it's already out there, he caves.

Richie just trying to keep things calm... I felt kinda robbed that we didn't get a.. bigger reaction out of him.. And how he just pushes Buddy away..

Oh DOT! Damn! Dot!

Wally and Hazel knowing that shits about to go down and need to GTFO.

When we see Richie and Buddy.. I won't call it fighting.. It's more like a decent tousle. "GeT him Richie!"

Wally and Hazel. The Stars and the Sea. Cuties.

"That's. Not. Fair." I swear, that saying makes my eye twitch.

"If you would just Pick a side. Pick a boy." AND THE FACT THAT JANE doesnt respond. Say what you will, but Richie and Olivia make solid points, even when they are hurt/mad.

HE'S IN JAIL?! Olivia! WTAF ARE YOU DOING?!

Nancy looking as broken as the window....

#grease: rise of the pink ladies #richie valdovinos #jane facciano #richie x jane #wally x hazel #olivia x gil #spoilers #personal thoughts #potato x nancy

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sunnylands-world · 2 years

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Wildest dreams - fluff/angst/kinda smut

Pairing: draco x fem reader

Summary: just a friends to lovers type thing

Word count:1,235

Warning: I think this has everything fluff, angst, and smut but they never really do anything

A/n: I had to write a fic based off one of my favorite taylor swift songs

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He said, "Let's get out of this town

Drive out of the city, away from the crowds"

I thought Heaven can't help me now - taylor

"draco are you crazy will be expelled and I haven't even gotten to -" He pressed his lips to hers kissing the worries away. "Do you trust me?" He said and even in the darkest of nights his eyes still shine and she knew she'd follow them anywhere so she doesn't hesitate. "Always" he grabs her hand pulling her to somewhere; her heart beats fast and she feels herself shaking but she knew she was safe with him, he'd never let anyone hurt her.

He's so tall and handsome as hell

He's so bad, but he does it so well - Taylor

"Hello potter have you come to eh, try to steal my girl?" The cocky tone in his voice doesn't go unnoticed by Harry as he looks at you ducking your head deep into Draco's side. Your eyes trailing up his body from your eye level at his chest, finding that smirk you love. You can feel yourself shiver and turn to putty under his stare as the blonde looks down at you, eyes meeting your innocent ones. His hand grabs your ass making you gasp. Harry doesn't stay any longer leaving you to fantasies over draco.

Say you'll remember me

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks - taylor

Draco felt like a foul waiting at the last step for you but he did anyway And it was worth it when he saw Harry spit his drink out. He turned to the steps as you walked them blushing madly and he smiled. He wasn't sure if he'd just seen a princess walk out of a book or if you were even real and better yet here with him, surely you could have gone with someone else. Of course you could have with the way your dress flowed like the wind outside, it's color a soft blue like the sky in the morning outside the window he opens, and the red on your lips made you look fierce. He felt his knees go weak when you came close.

"Come on Draco don't lose your balance yet, you haven't even danced with me" you tease a pout on your lips. He brushes you off with a smart comment but you were right he'd already lost his balance but not now, from the first day he saw you in your robes he knew he'd fallen but he had no intention of ever standing again.

I said, "No one has to know what we do"

His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room

And his voice is a familiar sound - taylor

"His breath wafers across your skin, his fingers never seemed so out of place as he pulls your clothes away. "Are you sure about this? I won't hate you if you don't want me in this way" Draco met your eyes concerned laced with blue. "yeah, yeah I want this," you said, nodding your head nervously, sounding like a heart attack was on the bridge. "good cause i- I want you too" he says his eyes run over you before they're back at yours and he steps forward looking from your lips to your eyes. Draco didn't know if he'd be able to slow himself down; he'd been waiting forever but it was worth it when his lips met yours and a moan leaves your lips, your fingers gripping his hair eagerly. He hadn't been this restrained before but he could do it forever to hear that sound again.

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha (ha-ah, ha)

Wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha - taylor

He was mad, he couldn't go back to sleep now, not after seeing you walk in a snow white dress in his dream so he simply looked at the ceiling. He figures you are asleep now, tucked warm under your comforters, feet out because you didn't cover them. You liked the chill in your toes and the warmth on your skin but you weren't sleeping you looked to your wall and you knew he wasn't fair just some layers away. You were fighting this urge to lay with him, you swallowed rather hard at the thought of him holding you close. Should you run the hall bare feet on the cold wood to get to him? this thought seemed silly because you'd walk glass to be in his arms and he'd climb mountains to find the ring for your finger.

You'll see me in hindsight

Tangled up with you all night

Burning it down - Taylor

You scoot closer to him trying to fake sleep, you'd never have the confidence if he thought you were awake. You weren't even supposed to be in the same bed but somehow you'd both managed to end up in the same room laughing till you both laid down and now you were turning to feel his bare chest under your warm cheek. "y/n are you aware?" you tensed. When you didn't respond he pulled you closer, brought his arm around you and you relaxed into his body. "I love you" he says, voice shaking thinking you were fast asleep but you heard and you smiled. Perhaps you both were braver when you believed the other wasn't awake.

Someday when you leave me

I bet these memories

Follow (follow) you (you) around (follow you around) - taylor

"I'm sorry, I promise I'll be back," Draco says, kissing your forehead. you weren't ready to say bye even for a little while. Draco broke into pieces watching your eyes blur over with tears so he pictured you happy that would be easier, he'd be able to walk away without crumbling.

Say you'll remember me - taylor

"Draco?" You called out and he stopped turning a bit. "You'll remember me, right? Promise you won't forget" you said searching his eyes. He smiles not like before but more like forever. "I'll never Forget your pretty face My love and I know I didn't say before but I love you always" he says and tears fall from your eyes. "I know" you say and he turns fully. "I heard you say it before" you smile even though you're breaking apart.

"and - and I love you too forever" he smiles, walking to the train and you watch him pull away. He'd be back after college. He wanted to own a business and you never held him back from doing anything even if you were heartbroken seeing him go.

Say you'll see me again - taylor

You kissed his lips, sealing the bond between you. "Mrs malfoy?" your head turns looking to the crowd. "What's next for you two?" the reporter says," mic held out to your face."well I'm gonna ride off into the sunset with my husband" you giggle and draco squeezes your small hand in his big one. His eyes meet yours and he truly had forever and always written in his blue gaze. He picks you up carrying you to the car as you giggled and bring a smile to his face."where to?" he says, hand gripping the steering wheel as he looks at you. "your wildest dreams" you say back and he chuckles, his deep voice showing through. "very well"

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mbappebby · 1 year

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Like their older brothers || Three

Ethan Mbappè x Anisah Hakimi (OC)

Summary: A comment was said about Ethan, which lead to Anisah getting into a fight which then lead to a red card. She’s sent to go and talk with the first team for advice to try and not lose her cool.

Requested: Yes, by anonymous: Okay, but could we have a part in the Like their older brothers series where Anisah gets into a fight on the pitch because someone called Ethan a slur and she loses it and get sent off with a red. Her coaches send her to talk to the psg men's team to get advise on how not to lose her cool. Could this part involve the Neymar, Messi, Ramos as well as Hakimi and Mbappe?? Also love you work! x

Words: 1.1K +

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Anisah knew that playing against this team would cause quite a few problems, it just felt like they could say and do anything they wanted. She has dealt with a lot of things in her football career so she was used to it.

But this time around is wasn’t Anisah they were targeting, it was Ethan. She saw that they would take more risky tackles on him and there would always be more than one player on him.

Once again, Ethan was fouled and PSG were given a free kick. But then Anisah heard what one of the players said about Ethan, she walked over to him and pushed him.

“Watch what your fucking saying” Anisah told him which made him just push her back. “Awh, protecting your boyfriend are you?” The player laughed.

“He’s my best friend and so what if he was my boyfriend, I’m standing up for him because you shouldn’t be saying shit like that!!” Anisah shouted pushed him harder.

Both teams had ran over to try and stop their both teammates. The ref ran over and pulled out a red card for Anisah, she shook her head and walked off the pitch. She made her way down the tunnel and into the dressing room.

The door opened a few moments later and some of her coaches walked in. “We know it’s not your fault, but you really need to try and control your anger Nish” One said. “I know, I’m sorry” Anisah mumbled.

“Look, why don’t you go and have a catch with your brother? He’s only next door training and you talk to some of the rest of the guys too” Another one told her as Anisah nodded.

Anisah made her way back outside, she made eye contact with Ethan before she started to make her way over to where the 1st team was training.

It was strange for the first team to be training at this time due to a game being played. But it seemed like it was coming to the end of training.

Anisah walked over and sat down where she could still see the game being played. Soon enough Achraf spotted her sister and walked over to her.

“Red card Nisa, really? You have a game ban now” He said as he sat down next her and some of the others started to walk over. “It wasn’t even my fault!” Anisah mumbled.

“You was literally pushing him” Achraf told her. “But he said some racist shit at Ethan! I wasn’t going to let him get away with it. I’m sorry I couldn’t control my angry, alright?” Anisah said and look back to the game.

“Thanks for standing up to him, Nish” Kylian spoke which made her turn to look at him. “It’s alright Ky, he’s my best friend I’ll do anything for him” She replied. “You just need to control your anger lil one” Sergio added.

“Don’t know how to, especially when comments like that are made” Anisah said. “It’s hard we know, it’s happened to all of us” Neymar replied. “We know how much you just wanna take all your anger out of them” Leo added.

“It’s just so frustrating, I get the red card for standing up for something that shouldn’t be said” Anisah said. “We know Nish, c’mon let’s have a kick around and we can help you” Sergio replied.

While Anisah was having a kick around with Messi, Neymar and Ramos who were also giving her advice on to try and keep her anger down. Kylian and Achraf has spotted Ethan and walked over.

“You okay? Nish told us what happened” Kylian asked his brother. “I’m fine, I was more worried about her. She’s got a ban now and it’s because of me” Ethan replied.

“She’s just couldn’t control her anger, she’s cares a lot about you” Achraf told him. “But still, it’s my fault she got the red” Ethan added. “It’s not, if anything the other player should of got it” Kylian replied.

“How is Nisa anyways?” Ethan asked. “She’s calming down now, getting advice from the three over there with her. She’s be alright don’t worry” Achraf told him.

“Yeah, I know she always is” Ethan smiled as him and Anisah made eye contact. “Eth!” Anisah called as they hugged before running off trying to tackle the ball off each other.

The three that were training with Anisah before gave a look to Kylian and Achraf. “Oh don’t worry, we know it won’t be long” Achraf told them. “It really is quite obvious to anyone but them” Sergio added.

#football #football imagines #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe imagine #achraf hakimi imagine #achraf hakimi #kylian mbappe x reader #achraf hakimi x reader #psg

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remnantsfm · 9 months

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[EVENT 002 UPDATE] SHADOWS OVER ANSAN

CHIRRUP > FORUMS > SORT BY [LATEST] > THREAD: did anyone else get sick after the interrogation?

📌 carmine_heart (original poster): i'll keep this short since i'm still in pretty bad shape. basically a couple of days ago i went to the enforcer division for my questioning. i thought it went okay, i answered all of their questions, they were pretty nice and offered me a drink too. i went home feeling pretty good since my boyfriend confirmed my alibi that same day. but then this next morning i started to feel weird. my head felt hot and at first i thought it was a fever, but i don't know. this feels different. my head feels like it's so...full, and i haven't really been able to think properly. i feel like i'm sleepwalking. i can't tell if i'm just so stressed about this case that i'm making myself sick or what. my boyfriend says i've been acting weird. saying weird things. but it's really hard to remember the last day, much less what i said... there was a reason i wanted to post here but i can't remember now either. please can someone tell me i'm not the only one going through this?

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cerulean_scale: Maybe you caught something? There's been a cold going around since the storm. scarlet_venom: i feel it too doesnt it feel so good? ;my bed feels like clouds. i dont ever want to leave amber_tear: okay idk what all of you are talking about but personally my interview went AMAZING. it made me realize a few things about myself. i went to my best friend's house after and confessed. i feel like i'm on some kind of high. i feel fucking great!!! emerald_touch: serial killer on the loose and everyone starts literally losing their minds loooool searing_sparrow: something happened at that place. i swear. i felt fine at first too but i woke up this morning and my heart feels like it's beating out of my chest. a couple min ago i called my mom and told her some shit i've kept from her in years and i don't remember what the hell i was thinking when i wanted to do that. i barely remember the call at all its like it was someone else and i was just watching from the other side. i feel like i'm going out of my mind radiant_flame: hey (@)searing_sparrow i'm friends with OP and i went to check up on them earlier today and the way they were acting... i'm worried. can we talk offline? silver_lantern: i don't think you're sick. https://www(.)thebell(.)com/article/23-08/water-advisory-issued-foul-play-suspected-by-enforc…

THE BELL > CURRENT EVENTS > TODAY WATER ADVISORY ISSUED. FOUL PLAY INVOLVED?

❝ [11:22 KST]. the city has issued a PUBLIC DRINKING WATER ADVISORY affecting ALL public and private buildings registered to the city of ansan. no specific details have been provided yet, but the contamination is confirmed to be neither toxic nor harmful. drinking from impacted water sources can result in several days of a FEVER-LIKE CONDITION, including high temperatures, erratic behavior, and lethargy/overactivity. the city advises all citizens to AVOID CONSUMING WATER SOURCED WITHIN ANSAN, including but not limited to: tap water, bottled water of ansan origins, and potentially natural sources of water within city limits. this warning remains in effect until the city deems it safe. civil offices are already facing outcries as this advisory comes amidst a pending murder investigation, for which the enforcer division still has not resolved. multiple anonymous sources have claimed that they experienced these symptoms far earlier, however, suspecting that contamination may have began as early as the day the murder investigation was publicized . . . ❞

OOC INFORMATION.

welcome to PART II of [EVENT 002] SHADOWS OVER ANSAN!

this event will last OOC from 3. august - 17. august.

ansan's water sources have been contaminated with an unknown substance that causes anyone who drinks it to experience a hazy, fever-like condition that makes them more . . . HONEST.

to participate, simply reblog the PROMPT LIST for each participating muse and make sure your askbox is opened.

all participants are required to send at least one prompt to all other participants. you may send multiple prompts out to each muse, but at least ONE prompt should be sent OFF-ANON so that the admins can make sure everyone is participating fairly!

to avoid blogs possibly getting sh@dowbanned, try to avoid sending many prompts in a short period of time.

as this event is a pseudo honesty hour, we want to encourage the spirit of honesty! in-character, this condition makes the muse feel more feverish / nauseous / faint if they actively attempt to lie or suppress the urge for honesty. avoiding the truth can also heighten the symptoms.

conversely, giving into the honesty will grant the muse a brief feeling of relief from the symptoms.

#rmnt:event002 #hehe #rmnt:update #krp

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midnightmisadventures · 1 year

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Ive had so many fun dreams lately but for some reason i’m coming to write about the scary ones

Um been having nightmares. Last night and today. And they feel really heavy, but important. And frankly i do hate them. Please no more nightmares. But maybe if i write about them i’ll prove to spirit that im listening and then they’ll stop

First Dream:

Last night i had a dream where the fam of 5 was traveling, driving road trip vibes probably to florida. We were all together packing the car and idk how but all of a sudden erikka was missing. And we knew immediately there was foul play. We were in a sketchy area ad there were cars going in and out and we were afraid she was kidknapped for trafficking. It was so anxiety inducing, and i tried to keep praying and have a positive attitude that she was strong, she would find a way out, she would show make it home. I kept hoping she would show up any minute. But as hours past i kept getting more worried that i’d never see her again, that something terrible happened. And i was crying and and already grieving. In this dreamverse apparently something similar had happened to dalvin a while back. And erikka used some sort of manifestation power to bring him home safely. So i felt like absolutely garbage that i couldnt do the same for her, i was beating myself up. I kept saying “im supposed to be good at this, i feel useless”

Next Dream:

This one was so so very odd. Basically we were at chip and it was the anniversary of this well known historical environmental event. And it happened near the west end fairgrounds or something. So there was a lot of hype and press in our area during this.... 100th anniversary or something like that. I don’t really remember, but there were 10 guys all brothers and they won a contest? or something? from someone in....ohio or some random state. Back in the early 1900s. Anyway, an almost catastrophic event was witnessed by a bunch of people. A huge asteroid hurdled towards earth and grazed the side of it (near west end fairgrounds) and chipped a piece of land. It was marvelous that only a few inches kept it from hitting earth directly and splitting the earth in half. Or doing dinosaur level damage or something else crazy. It couldve killed a ton of people or been an end to humanity. So whatever....a hundred years later or so, they were able to do a super techy demonstration and show what almost happened and what didnt happen through like a hologram projector and the whole town watched and it was really snowy outside and i wasnt wearing pants. It was just trippy to think about how something like that could happen at any moment and kill us. For some reason i made the comment “it always scared me that the fact that an asteroid hasnt hit earth with humans on it is completely by chance and hasnt happened yet which means odds are it WILL happen soon. But i always forget about THIS historic moment, which makes me feel safer in that something technically DID happen”

Final Dream:

Okay so again, at chip present day. And i wake up with a bunch of messages from people from high school saying to call....our class prez. Which was so odd, ive never had a personal relationship with him. But everyone was blowing up all socials and talking about something crazy that happened. His twin sister reached out to me and said to call him. Like PV social media was going bonkers!! So i was busy all day, it was always ET’s birthday maybe for a date reference? And the more i ignored it, the more people hit my line. Even claire, messaged me by the end of the day saying “call class prez he’s really not doing well” and i was like WOAH. Cause that means people wanted me to call him so bad that they had reached out to my friends who didnt even go to pv to get my attention. I told erikka “idk why they want me, is it because im good at saying calming words” and she said idk it seemed more specific like he wants to “apologize.” SO then im like what?? By time i call him its 1:03am. But he answered and apparently. A couple of kids from our grad class passed away and class prez was really emotional about it. I remember one being Austin H. And he was so sad and unstable that he made a comment online saying something along the lines of “this is worse than gilaine maxwell creating slave camps for black people” ???? Bro i have no idea.

So class prez gets ALOT of flack for this comment. I mean its career ruining, he’s getting death threats. So maybe he wanted individual calls from black peers to hear their genuine opinion? So we’re on the phone and he’s profusely apologizing, saying what he said was unacceptable. He said “im sure youve heard my ghislane maxwell comment” i said no...havent got the chance. So he plays me a historic video about supposedly the “actual history” of these slave camps he was referencing. The video had this eerie 1900s black racist cartoon vibe that makes my blood curl. It was about these talented black people being condemmed and found guilty for things they didnt do. The evidence was so blatantly there and still everyone convicted them and sent them to be tortured and die at these camps. It was EXTREMELY unsetteling to watch and to be watching with class prez. Also in the dream, it felt inescabable and scary and for a little it felt like i was there. Like it was playing in my chip bedroom but i went top bunk and i could feel the sticks they were beating the black people with. It felt soooooo evil and sinister, and seriously idk what ancestors are communicating with me via dreams or what they want because this was DARK. So then class prez is asking for my take, and why it matters, and why its bad. And im saying he obvious stuff. The videos message was basically like “it didnt matter if black people were educated, doctors, laywers, scientists, hey were gonna slaughter and torture us anyway” so i didnt know if the vibe was like “be greatful that black people are allowed to have careers?? or get vengeance on white people....it was just so intense.

So when the video was over and i got off the call, i was so uncomfortable and unsettled. Felt like i had waken up from a nightmare or finished a scary movie. So i desperately tried to turn all the lights back on but ofc it was a dream so everything was dim. Still didnt catch it though. I tried finding my parents for comfort.

Awful right? No more nightmares

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jayswifeuwu · 2 years

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It's Beautiful, It's Bittersweet.

Chapter 7.

•Pairing: Captain of the football Team! Park Jongseong × fem! Reader / High school crush! Park Jongseong × fem! reader ft. Jake and Sunghoon.

•Genre/Theme: College/ University AU, Lots of Angst, smut, non-con, Dark, a bit of fluff.

•Warnings: A lot of Angst, (TW) sexual harassment, (TW) depression, anxiety. Jay is the reader's crush since high school. The reader has and will be going through a lot of dark stuff in this fanfic. Use of foul language. Will be mentioning warnings in every chapter.

•Chapter Warnings: angst, mention of harassment, mentions of reader Bleeding, having cuts and bruises, Foul language. Reader goes through a lot of self doubt, dissappearing, rejection, consumption of alcohol and intake of weed. Thoughts of self harm, rumors, use of the word "whore". Let me know if I missed anything.

•Word count: 3,030+ words (long ass chapter cause I wanna make it up to you all for not posting for so long ^^)

-MINORS DNI-

•A/n: First off, I apologize for the really long gap. College is a pain In the ass guys, plus I kinda had a writers block. I'm really grateful for everyone's patience. This chapter contains lots of self doubt that the reader goes through, so please DNI if it triggers you. Also, please do reblog my work if you like it hehe. Thanks for waiting. Anon asks are always open. Dm, send an ask, or comment if you wanna be added to the taglist.

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A week has passed since Jay had confessed his feelings toward you. You met Nessa and the rest of your friends in the canteen for lunch usually, but you never saw Jay. He went M.I.A after your last conversation with him. You wanted to ask about him, but you were afraid of the questions that would be followed. You did want to tell Nessa, and Sunghoon, especially, about everything that was happening but it was too complicated. Although they did know partially about Sam, they didn't know what was happening between you and Jay. Plus, you could never find the right time to tell them, and now you were at a point where telling them would just be a solution to relieve your guilt.

It was also how undeniably sweet Sunghoon was being towards you that made it all the worse. You knew it'd break his heart if he found out whatever was happening between Jay and you. He offered to pick you up and drop you at the place you were doing your internship in, bought you coffee every day and He was always around you and gave other guys warning stares when they tried to check you out. But deep down, you wish it were Jay.

With Sunghoon being unapologetically open about his affection towards you, rumors started to spread around about you and Sunghoon being a thing, and that was the last thing you wanted: unnecessary clout.

Before you even joined Decilis University, you made up your mind that you wouldn't date anyone (well, cause you were in love with Jay), and that you'd keep a low profile. But every day, the stares of people only seemed to be increasing as they whispered your name, giving you dirty looks. Some of the girls in your class started to bully you because apparently, you were "dating" her crush.

What started, or so you thought, was just a petty rumor started to look real, was when Sunghoon blushed like an idiot when someone would ask him about you, which made the lie look all the more real.

You had enough things to worry about as it is. You were worried about Jay's disappearance, you were worried Sam might show up again, and in what circumstance that might be, so you always had something to defend yourself. You were stressed out from all the college and internship work, not to mention, the shitass rumor that spread like wildfire and only got worse day by day. Even though you had so much on your plate, you still couldn't stop thinking about Jay. You love the man for fuck's sake, you'd obviously be worried about him. You wish you had to number to at least call him. Everyone was tensed about Jay too.

"The last time that fucker disappeared was when his ex cheated on him"

"Jay had an ex?" You thought to yourself.

You felt waves of jealousy hit you.

Why didn't you ever know about this? Why did Jay and his ex have to break up? How long were they together?

All kinds of questions begin to flood your mind, when Jake scoffed as he dialed Jay's number for the 20th time, cutting your flow of thought.

"Focus, y/n, his past relationships aren't important right now." You thought to yourself

Everyone had been calling Jay continuously for the past week, but he never picked up their calls. You wanted to ask his number so you could call him as well, but for all they knew, you and Jay never even talked to each other apart from that one weird night where he went all overprotective over you and took you to his place

"Hey, y/n, Jay's been acting weird since you went to his place, did something happen between you two?" Jake asks.

You panic, you wanted to tell the truth, but you couldn't.

"Huh? no..nothing happened.. why?"

"y/n, I've known Jay since my childhood, not once have I seen the man this flustered. The man cares about no one but himself. I knew something was up when Jay saw you leaving the University that night when we were in the middle of the practice, and just ran behind you. I mean, the night when your ex showed up. I have never seen Jay get this possessive over anyone, not in an obsessive way, but in such a way that you belong to him, and he has this sense to protect you."

"Um...Jake..I-"

"Don't lie to me y/n." Jake interrupts.

"Please tell me what happened, I know there's something going on between you both. I won't tell a soul, but you need to tell me. I'm concerned about my friend." He pleads.

That was when you decided for the first time, that you'd tell someone about what was happening between you and Jay.

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Jake's expression was blank, he was too stunned to speak. He was silent for about 2 minutes to let everything sink in. You told Jake everything including the incident that occurred with Sam last week, and what followed later.

You trusted Jake that he wouldn't tell anyone about whatever happened between You and Jay, but you made him promise he wouldn't tell Jay whatever happened between You and Sam. Before you could watch Jake react to the whole story, Nessa calls you aside.

"Y/n, is it true you slept with Sunghoon!?" She exclaims.

"Wait what! Who on earth told you that?" You yell, crossing your arms.

"Well, one of my classmates told me that Sunghoon is telling everyone you both slept together." She says with a disappointed tone.

"Ness, I have never slept with Sunghoon, I don't know why he's adding on to this pathetic rumor."

"I know y/n, I trust you, but you need to talk to Sunghoon and sort this out." Nessa sighs.

"Yeah, maybe I should." You agree as you started to walk towards Sunghoon's class.

"Yeah, you should, it's all over Decilis confessions on Instagram." She sighs.

"Wait what! They posted that online! Who did it!" You exclaim.

Nessa Shrugs. "No one knows y/n, but they won't take it down cause this is the best tea anyone's ever gotten in a long time, the last one being Jay's break up with his ex."

"Not another mention of his ex" You sigh to your own self as you proceed to find your way to talk things out with Sunghoon.

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"What's up y/n, I just got your text," Sunghoon says cheerfully.

"Yeah, no, cut the crap Sunghoon, why are you spreading rumors about us?" You demand.

"Who? me? I did not spread any rumors." He says, shocked, yet a little disappointed at your accusation.

"Don't fuck with me Sunghoon, I know how you've not been denying the rumors and how you've just been blushing like an idiot when people ask you about me."

He comes closer to you, and you suddenly feel different around Sunghoon as you move back.

"Y/n, I did not deny them because I like you, but I never accepted the rumors." He says sternly.

"Sunghoon, please, all I ever wanted was a low profile in this University. I went from nobody to this "whore", apparently, who dates you. I don't get how dating someone famous, is being a whore, but my pictures are on the University confessions page, and this makes me really uncomfortable. So even if you did tell everyone we fucked or not, you not denying the rumors is also one of the reasons why it's come to such a level."

"Wow, you really hate me so much you really can't stand mere rumors about us huh?" Sunghoon scoffs.

"Mere?! Sunghoon they're talking about our sexual lives and every detail of how you've fucked me. That's a violation of privacy, plus we never even dated. This whole thing is so messed up. Please, just do something and get rid of this whole rumor."

Sunghoon crosses his arms, "And what if I don't" His cocky grin got on your nerves.

"Are you for real right now? I'll just leave the damn University and go." You yell.

"Come on, y/n, it's just a rumor. Everyone will forget about it in a few days." He laughs.

"Don't you understand the basic phrase "I'm not comfortable to be involved in a rumor" or do I have to knock some sense into your head?" You shriek.

"Relax y/n, we can make the rumor come true though," Sunghoon says as he comes closer to you.

He reeked of Weed and Alcohol.

"Sunghoon, are you high?" You say, moving away from him.

Sunghoon lets out a large chuckle.

"I saw you that day y/n. I saw you with Jay." He laughs as he walks around.

"Sunghoon, I don't know what you're talking abou-"

"I saw you making out with Jay!" He exclaims.

Oh shit.

"I saw how he was kissing you, and how you let him! You tell me y/n, I've made it so obvious that I'm into you and you still go for that cold-hearted bastard who sleeps with every girl in town!" He shrieks in anger.

You were devastated at the situation you were in right now. Sunghoon was never the kind of person who would raise his voice at you. You knew he was upset, but why did he even act nice to you this whole week when he saw you and Jay making out? Suddenly, everything made sense to you. How Sunghoon never even called Jay once, and always avoided the topic of Jay's disappearance.

"Sunghoon, please...That's not what it was."

"Then what was it huh!" He yells.

"It means that we're into each other, and you should stop bugging y/n to accept you." A cold voice that you were too familiar with said.

You turn around to find Jay's angry gaze on Sunghoon as he stood behind you with his bags. A million questions started to cloud your senses as Jay stood in front of you, staring at Sunghoon coldly.

Tears started to blur your eyes as you saw the love of your life who disappeared for an entire week finally show up. You felt relieved to know he was fine, but you couldn't look at him the same way you used to, knowing that you hurt him.

"You did this to him y/n, he disappeared because of you." The dark voice in your head said.

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(ONE WEEK BACK)

“Y/n Ever since I knew you, I couldn’t get you out of my head. I’ve always felt drawn to you since high school. I may have slept with lots of women, but what we had yesterday was the most beautiful night of my life. I’ve never understood what this feeling was, but I hate it when you’re in pain. I hate it when other men look at you in an objective way, I hate it when they flirt with you, and I don’t know why, but I feel like you are my responsibility, and I always want to protect you. My day becomes better when I look at you, and every time you’re close to me… I cannot control myself.” He says breathing loudly. Your foreheads touching, and the two of you in absolute proximity.

“I’ve always been trying to figure out what this feeling is y/n. Now that I have to leave you and go, I know what this feeling is. I now know with whom I want to share my highs and lows. I know with whom I want my ‘Happily ever after.”

He sighs, brushing your left cheek with his thumb.

I’m deeply in love with you y/n.“

Your cheeks turned crimson red as your palms began to sweat. Your entire life suddenly felt unreal, as though you were in a dream.

"What the fuck y/n?? Did Jay just-just confess his feelings towards you?" You thought to yourself.

Jay was someone who never believed in love. He was The one who thought dedicating yourself to someone is worthless. He had broken the hearts of multiple women for this very reason. So why was he pouring his heart out in front of you?

You knew Jay was trying to look into your eyes to find an answer, so you avoid eye contact. You were too stunned to speak or look at him for that matter. You could tell a smile curl upon Jay's face from your peripheral vision as he gently brushes your cheek with his fingers.

"He knows you like him," A voice in your head said.

You didn't know why, but you just closed your eyes and enjoyed Jay's touch and the way it made you feel, making you want more.

Jay continued to brush your cheek, smiling at what his mere touch did to you.

"Y/n, look at me," Jay says softly.

You slowly open your eyes and lift your head to look at the only man you've ever loved staring at you with complete awe.

He tucked your hair strands behind your ear as your lips curl into a shy smile. He gently lifts your chin and places his lips on you. Jay gently brushes your cheek with his thumb as he kisses you passionately. Your lips were still numb from all the slaps Sam had given you, but you were sure Jay, or anyone for that fact, would never find out what had happened because you spent literally an hour cleaning and covering all the wounds. You didn't want to think about that for now, all you wanted was Jay's irresistible lips on yours and for time to just stop so that this moment would never end. You slowly pushed your arms into the sides of his jacket and held onto his shirt, tightening your grip as he started to suck on your lower lip. Just when you were about to pull him closer, Jay suddenly pulled back from the kiss and gave you a puzzled expression.

"Y/n, were you bleeding?" He asked, slowly bringing your face closer to his, examining every detail on your lips.

"No, I-"

"Don't lie to me, I could literally feel cuts and taste blood on your lips." He interrupted with a stern tone, now completely different from the calm and compassionate Jay who had confessed his feelings towards you earlier.

"No, Jay, nothing is wrong. I just had a lot to drink, and I tripped and fell down, scraping my lips." You lie as you take your eyes away from his eyes, unable to look at him, and blatantly lie.

Jay raised his eyebrow and looked at you with disappointment.

"Don't you dare lie to me, Y/n!" He exclaimed with utmost anger.

You were taken aback at how rude Jay was acting when not long ago, he just told you he loves you, and now he's practically yelling at you.

You roll your eyes and start to walk away when Jay swiftly appears in front of you.

He reaches his hand to hold you, but he refrains from doing so cause he knew deep down, that you didn't like to be touched without consent, or in a harsh way.

"Y/n, please don't lie to me, tell me what's wrong." He says with a worried tone.

You curled your lips into your mouth. You wanted to tell Jay. You wanted to tell him everything you felt. Although you did defend yourself, you were still traumatized by the incident. All the wounds and bruises you had on your body reminded you of Sam, and every time you thought about him, you wanted to harm yourself to feel some kind of relief from all the disgust you felt towards him and yourself. You felt different, but you still hated yourself for letting him touch you the way he did. You felt disgusted looking at your own body, at your own scars from your past. You wanted to cry your heart out to Jay, but you couldn't. You just could not bear the fact that Jay would be immensely hurt after knowing what happened with you. You knew he'd give up on his dreams to go to the tournament and stay here with you.

You wanted this, you wanted this more than ever. You've only dreamt of this moment cause you knew it'd never be true. How did someone like Jay, fall in love with someone like you. Never in your wildest dreams, did you think that Park Jay would even know you existed, let alone, fall in love with you?

You loved the man too much to even look at him going through the slightest distraught. You were willing to go to any lengths for his happiness which was why you were going to do what you had to do.

You turn around to face Jay as you take in a deep breath and let it out.

"Jay, nothing happened to me." You lie to his face, as he looks at you with disappointment.

You turn your head around, cause you can't bear to look at Jay's face after the words you were about to say.

"and....um...I, I don't think we're meant for each other..so...I don't think it's a good idea for us to date."

Your heart broke as you struggled to say every word you just did.

You loved Jay, and you genuinely wanted to be with him. But You knew that you were never going to be good enough for him. He was too good for you. Knowing you've been touched by someone else in an abusive way made you hate yourself. It made you feel that Jay didn't deserve to be with someone who was a victim of abuse.

apart from that, You wanted Jay to fulfill his dream and win the tournament and he'd stay back if he knew what happened to you. Even if he wouldn't stay back, you knew he'd always be worrying about you. It broke your heart to let Jay down, but what choice did you have? You were not going to watch the only man you've ever loved, go through intense pain because of you. You were not going to let the only man you've ever loved give up on his dream for you.

You didn't even realize you were crying when you felt the trail of your teardrops turn cold.

"I'm sorry Jay." was the last thing you said to him before walking away, leaving him in utter shock and heartbreak.

Jay didn't say a word, or rather he couldn't. He was too brokenhearted to speak.

You walk with wobbly feet as you felt like collapsing from the sorrow. Sobbing your heart out, you make your way out of the university. You did not want Jay to look at you crying. You knew you'd run back and kiss him and accept his love if you saw his face at that moment, which is why you didn't turn your back.

It was the right person, but the wrong time.

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•A/n: Hey guysss. Sorry no smut in this sksksk. But the story just took a vv big turn, do stick around till the end to know what happens. I will try to post more often ^^

Let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist.

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adorerdraco · 4 years

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It’s Only Quidditch ✧ Draco x Slytherin!Reader

Request: can i please request you and draco being in slytherin and dating for a while and you two are on the quidditch team with him so maybe you two are in a match together but you get hurt and he gets worried and has to win the game and visits you after and maybe even wrecks the person who hurt you hehe just fluff and angst

AU AROUND 6TH YEAR NO VOLDY

Warnings: angry!draco, vengeful!draco, VIOLENCE, kinda graphic details like blood and injuries, lil bit of angst

Words: 3.9K (love making these long for no reason)

A/N: ANGRY DRACO IS SO HOT IM SORRY WOW BUT I HOPE THIS IS GOOOOD PLEASE ENJOY MY MADE UP CHARACTER AND MY SUPER LONG QUIDDITCH GAME THAT CONFUSED ME AFTER A WHILE OF TRYING TO WRITE LMAO and i made gif :)

November had begun and with it came the new season of quidditch at Hogwarts along with very poor weather and over-bundling nerves. Tensions had always gotten high around this time of the year amongst the teams and all animosity between the house’s respective players was on the forefront as the competition was building. It was like clockwork every year; captain’s starting strenuous training schedules, begging Snape to help book the stadium even if it was already occupied, spying on other teams to figure out their strengths and weaknesses. Not to mention the arguments that would happen regularly in between the first couple of games when you and your teammates would be accused of cheating or using dangerous and illegal moves. Which did happen to be true most of the time.

It was safe to say that it was the most eventful time of the year, and as suffocating as it sometimes got - you looked forward to it every time the new term started. It was in quidditch that you found yourself feeling the freest in, zipping around the stadium in a flash of green with the wind blowing through your hair and crisp autumn air biting at your cheeks. But most notably, it was in quidditch that you met Draco Malfoy and had quickly evolved from teammates to friends, to him now being your boyfriend.

You made Slytherin’s team your second year as a Chaser, a shiny new broom being given to you on the first day of scheduled training when Lucius Malfoy had made a generous donation that came along with a new platinum blond seeker. With the two of you being the latest additions to the teams, your captain, Marcus Flint, had decided to leave the dirty work for the two of you to do in the downtime every one else was able to enjoy. Marcus never changed that as the years went on.

So you and Draco would be sent off to other teams’ practices nearly every other day or week, depending on how secure Flint was feeling, both of you huddling closely together for sometimes hours behind the thick wooden benches as you watched and studied tactics with conversations in between. You would joke around a lot and call him your partner in crime which he would always roll his eyes to and make a snide and playful comment about even if he secretly loved hearing it. And the two of you stayed partners in crime for a while, neither of you ever making any move towards the other besides lingering touches and longing looks, and very rarely, a shy compliment.

It wasn’t until last year when you were hiding behind the bleachers, bored out of your mind watching Ravenclaw have a flawless run through around the stadium when you were graced with the dumbest idea.

“They’re playing good today,” you drawled out, “too good that it’s boring.”

“You reckon they studied so hard and found the key to quidditch?” He snickered as he played around with a pebble on the ground with his wand.

“We should help them out,” you suggested as Draco turned to raise a puzzled eyebrow at you. “Prepare them for the unexpected, nothing too crazy.”

You took out your wand from your pocket and pointed it towards one of their Beaters that was sitting idly by on their broom, a faint “confundus” leaving your lips that caused the broom to jerk swiftly to the side and nearly topple over its rider.

“You’re a genius,” Draco laughed quietly, repositioning himself so that he was right beside you with his wand directed out into the field. He spotted one of the bludgers flying towards the same Beater and instead of colliding with the bat, he used a charm to direct it into the back of their broom and then doubled it back around to try and hit one of the passing by Chaser’s that moved at the very last minute.

You were a giggling mess, gripping tightly onto Draco’s arm as you watched everyone begin to look around wildly for the wild bludger with panicked expressions. What either of you didn’t realize in the middle of your joyed hysterics and Draco’s smugness for causing the angelic sounds, was that the bludger was flying idly still in front of the bleacher’s as his wand was still trained on it without moving it around anymore, his focus completely gone and concentrated on you.

It wasn’t until you heard someone yell out a, “Is that Malfoy and Y/L/N back there again?!” That made you get up with a sudden jolt, grabbing onto your accomplice’s hand as you ran towards the set of stairs that descended out of the stands. All you heard was distant angry insults and threats quickly fading out of ear-shot while you ran, laughing uncontrollably alongside Draco with his hand still tightly gripped in yours.

When you finally reached the entrance of the empty courtyard of the castle with flustered cheeks and wheezing chuckles, you looked down at your joined hands at the same time he did and after a few seconds of realization and lingering adrenaline, you quickly moved into each other with a yearning kiss that changed everything from that day forward.

Draco stood beside you while you sat on a bench outside the locker room, your head resting lazily on the side of his leg while his fingers carded soothingly through your hair. Marcus was pacing in front of you, using his broom as a walking and pointing stick whenever he wanted to add any calculated words to his very hostile pep-talks that left everyone feeling more irritated and stressed.

Today was the last game of the season and the most important, it was the game that ended the season with a shimmering Inter-House Quidditch Cup and it just so happened to be against Gryffindor, making the stakes much higher than they already were. The matches against Gryffindor were by far, the most dangerous as they weren't afraid to play roughly either if push came to shove. The determination to beat each other and to win was critical on both sides and the day always ended with some sort of injuries.

“I don’t care how dirty we have to play today,” Flint fumed to the team, “I don’t care how many fouls we get, as long as we win.”

“Relax, Flint,” you sighed deeply. “We have the best players on our team and we’ve been working our arses off all season, we’ll be fine.”

“Still, I want to see blood out there,” he muttered back, walking towards the entrance of the field as Madam Hooch started calling your team out to start.

You stood up with a huff, Draco frowning when he noticed how tense you looked when your eyes worriedly met his.

“All right, love?”

“I'm just nervous,” you shrug, “I don’t want to mess up.”

The silver-haired boy moved to stand in front of you, placing two strong hands on either side of your arms to stand you in place so that he would be the only thing your wandering eyes were able to focus on.

“You are the best Chaser that Slytherin has ever had, no, that Hogwarts has ever had and I know for a fact you’re going to do amazing out there,” he cups your face with care, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face as he spoke. “You’ve got this.”

He pressed an encouraging kiss onto your forehead and then your lips, smiling at you supportively before taking your hand and hurriedly walking the two of you out into the field where the match was about to start.

Almost the whole school had shown up in an overcrowded sea of red and gold for Gryffindor. There were red sparks and small fireworks of lions that were charmed to roar when the animal would open its mouth. On one end of the stands, however, was the entire student body of Slytherin that was throwing green and silver ribbons and sparklers from their wands, yelling loudly in support as if their life depended on it. Over the rails, they had thrown down a large poster of a snake that moved around sleekly over large green words that read, “SLYTHERIN FOR THE WIN.”

Rain was lightly drizzling from the grayed dense clouds above, a sharp chill in the air from an approaching winter that always seemed to give the worst weather during the last couple of games of the year. You didn’t mind it since the cold had always felt nice against your sweaty skin during the game and it served like a small revitalizing shock that gave you a surge of energy to push forward with.

Madam Hooch quickly went over the rules, set free the bludgers, and the snitch, forced the two captains, Wood and Flint, to shake hands and by the time she had counted down from three to one - brooms were soared into the sky with such speed it looked like a tornado had formed as she threw the quaffle up into the air.

A roar of cheers erupted from beside you as you got ahold of the quaffle, dashing past your House while you headed straight towards the Gryffindor’s goal post and managed to make the first shot in within the first five minutes of the game putting you at 10-0. You spotted Draco flying around above, smiling down brightly at you with triumph that only fueled your confidence as you darted forward to catch the ball again. You were, just as Draco had said, the best Chaser on the team and in all of the school. You were fast, agile, and smart when it came down to it and you were the reason why your team had easily wracked up 40 points with thirty minutes down in the match. Marcus was always trailing behind you with focus, shoving anyone who tried to get to you or pulling them back by their robes that landed Slytherin a couple of fouls throughout.

You didn’t like to play dirty, but when Katie Bell had rammed into your side either accidentally or on purpose, it knocked the quaffle out of your hands and into one of their other Chaser’s, Rowan Rees, a muscular and tall seventh-year boy that had made the team that same year. With Katie still closely trying to cut you off, you veered sharply into her with your shoulder before breaking away from her and heading towards your goal post where they were trying to shoot.

“ILLEGAL PUSHING FROM Y/L/N, FOUL AGAINST SLYTHERIN!”

You rolled your eyes at the announcer, completely ignoring the boo’s that had filled the air as you whizzed past the other houses even though it was you who got hit first. Just as Rees had raised his arm to score, you flew over him, swooping your arm underneath your broom until you felt the quaffle back in your palm and ripped it from his grasp. The match was becoming more intense by the second, Gryffindor was promptly catching up in points because of the penalties they were awarded from the illegal moves your team was making and it left you feeling more pressured that it was nearly a tie now, Flint reminded you of that every chance he zoomed past you.

Unbeknownst to you, Draco was watching you cautiously from across the field most of the game when he noticed how close everyone was trying to get to you. You didn’t see the way you were almost tugged back multiple times or were missed by inches when someone was about to push you. Or how the Beaters were deliberately directing the bludgers in your direction. You also didn’t see how irked you had made Rees with your constant scoring and with the sporadic few times you had cut him off or almost bumped into him - but your boyfriend did, and he was much more focused on your safety now than the Golden Snitch he or Potter hasn’t spotted yet. Instead of searching for it, he was purposefully maneuvering himself around in front of the other Chasers to throw them off their focal point towards you so that you would have a clearer path to fly through.

He watched as you pulled your broom upwards to try and twist away from the area but Rees had reached out and pulled at your ankle, sending you out of your seat as the quaffle fell while you tried to rebalance yourself. That was all the encouragement the blond needed when he hurtled down into the mess, kicking at the back of Rees’ broom and sending him quickly spinning on a dive before he could try and move any further.

“FOUL AGAINST REES AND MALFOY FOR KICKING AND TUGGING!”

“MALFOY!” Flint roared as he flew past, “Potter’s spotted the snitch! This isn’t your place, get out of here, NOW!”

And when he looked up, sure enough, Harry was going around desperately with an arm outstretched towards the small glint of gold that was moving too fast.

“Go, I’m fine!” You shouted out to him when you flew back up with the ball back in your arms.

It was like slow motion when he forced himself to leave your surroundings, everything around him was moving fast and intensely with everyone screaming wildly that he couldn’t think straight. In a daze, he haphazardly sped towards Harry but noticed the panicked look on the seeker’s face when he had lost sight of it again which directed his attention right back to you. You were right in front of the Gryffindor goal post, arm stretched over your head and releasing the quaffle with a harsh throw.

“Y/L/N MAKES THE GOAL, TEAMS ARE AT A TIE-”

It wasn’t until the very last minute that everyone, including you, had realized the flash of red that came hurtling into your side at full speed, Rees colliding so loudly with you that it echoed around the stadium in a powerful clang and crack.

Draco watched in horror as you were thrown off your broom, your now unconscious body falling like a rag doll with a speed that sent his stress levels into overdrive. He had never pushed down on his broom so fast, immediately abandoning his spot to bolt towards you even as Marcus was screaming at him to not go.

A few feet above the ground and before you met it, he managed to loop his arm around your waist and heave you onto the front of his broom with a slight struggle as it was now raining hard and clouding his vision. He saw Madam Pomfrey and Mcgonagall rushing into the field, hands holding tightly onto their hats as they worriedly rushed towards the area where your broom had fallen and where Draco was hovering over with you.

“TEAMS ARE TAKING A 10 MINUTE TIME OUT!”

Marcus had flown down towards him, face twisted in fury and annoyance as he approached.

“Is there a reason you’re not being a seeker, today?” He spits, “because I’ve been seeing you do everything but your job.”

“My bloody girlfriend just got knocked out!” Draco seethed at him. “I’m not going back into the game, I’m going with her to the hospital wing.”

“Like hell you are,” Flint scowled, “if you leave, you'll forfeit us the game. If you stay and let Potter catch that Snitch so it’ll be over quicker, I will personally make sure that this is your last year on the team. You’re going to win this for us.”

“Mr. Malfoy!” McGonagall called up to him, waving her arms hastily. “She needs to go to the infirmary, immediately!”

The two Slytherins were staring each other down aggressively as Draco contemplated the threat he was just given. There was nothing more he wanted to do than to throw a hex at Flint and leave with you, but he just swallowed thickly and nodded at him before descending towards the ground and letting you off carefully into the hands of Madam Pomfrey. A surge of fear ran through his body when he finally saw you clearly; a harsh red mark was making its way up to your neck, the corner of your bottom lip had split and doubled in size, there was a small scratch on your cheekbone. It made him feel queasy, but he tore his eyes away from you and hopped back onto his broom while glaring angrily at Marcus and the distant group of huddled Gryffindor’s.

He was blinded in rage when the match resumed and even more enraged when Flint had cheered loudly when the announcer granted Slytherin a penalty for the injury Rees gave you, allowing them basically to get a free score in against Gryffindor. Draco let his eyes wander around for the snitch for the first time that day and he could hear his heart thundering in his eardrums in distress as the rain continued to make his search worse. All he wanted was to get out of the game to check up on you, and then he'd come back to the stadium to throw his fists into Rees’ face with maybe a few hits in on Marcus.

Just as he was losing hope, he saw a flash of gold whiz past him with a loud buzzing that shocked him into alertness. He didn’t care that catching the snitch would win the game, or the cup, or give him all the glory, no - this was his ticket out. He dived towards it with his arm outstretched, hand thrashing around in the wind as he tried to eagerly catch it. In seconds, Harry was right beside him, bumping him with his shoulder to try and throw him off the path but Draco only pushed back harder. There was a flurry of shouting as everyone watched, the announcer was yelling into the mic about the seekers going head-to-head, bludgers were flying past him.

It was pure chaos and urgency, Draco could feel the fluttering of its wings beneath his palm and when Harry pushed into him one more time, he felt the coldness of the Snitch get trapped into his enclosed hand, the vibration of its wings sending a current of relief up his arm that spread throughout his whole body as he soared up into the sky while brandishing it to the schools’ painfully watchful eyes.

“MALFOY HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH, WINNING SLYTHERIN THIS YEAR’S INTER-HOUSE QUIDDITCH CUP!”

Draco hurriedly made his way down to the field where the rest of his house was pooling into, celebrating proudly and calling out for him to praise, but when he landed on the ground and was met with half of the Gryffindor team including Rowan Rees - all his wrath came flooding back into him.

Angelina, another Gryffindor Chaser, had nudged Rowan with her shoulder, pointing towards the Slytherin Prince that was stalking towards them.

“Malfoy,” Rees started bitterly, “sorry about the girlfriend, I was only trying to knock the quaffle out her hands.”

“After she had already thrown it?” He glowered, walking closer up to the boy that was beginning to straighten himself out and flex. “Looked a little personal seeing how she was dragging you through the dust the whole game.”

“Accidents happen, mate,” Rees shrugged, “it’s only quidditch, you won didn’t you? Maybe you should be thanking me for giving you that extra push to win the game.”

A clear line had been crossed and everyone who was listening knew it. But before Rowan could say anything to try and drag himself out of the hole he had just dug himself into, he was being tackled into the ground with Draco above him throwing punches wherever he could land them. There was loud hooting and laughing coming from the Slytherins that gathered around the fight, cheering loudly for their House superior.

Rees was thrashing around on the ground, trying frantically to throw off the extremely infuriated boy that was repeatedly pounding into his face with bloodied and bruised fists. Oliver Wood ran up to the sudden brawl, Fred and George following closely behind him as they all started trying to rip the fighting boy’s apart from each other. Oliver had gotten Draco off briefly, allowing Rees to try and get a hit in but it was dodged at the last second as the blond quickly leaped up to his feet. The fight immediately ended when a muddy shoe had collided with Rowan’s jaw and Draco stepped back satisfied with the damage he had done, roughly shrugging off the grip Oliver still had on his arm.

“It’s only quidditch, right?” He spat venomously from above the Gryffindor who was holding his now battered face in pain. “That’ll teach you from putting your hands on a woman too.”

“Mr. Malfoy!” Madam Hooch bellowed as she broke through the crowd in a frenzy. “50 points from Slytherin, go wait outside Professor Snape’s office for further punishment, go right now!”

Draco did go, and instantly, but he didn’t go down to the dungeons to hear about the lengthy detention that he knew he was going to get and the scolding for being reckless and stupid. His feet carried his sore body up the many stairs that led to the hospital wing, his pace picking up swiftly when he saw the large double doors of the infirmary ajar and he was able to hear a faint and familiar voice speaking indistinctly.

He threw open the doors, walking straight in as if he owned the place and ignored Pomfrey’s requests for him to leave as he made a beeline towards your hunched figure that was facing away from him.

“I need to see her,” he said to the nurse quickly when she stopped in front of him. “I’ll leave soon, please.”

At the sound of his voice, you hastily turned around in your spot to face him, a yelp escaping your lips for moving too quickly through your injuries. Pomfrey stepped out of the way with a sigh allowing Draco to jog over to you.

“I’m going to kill him,” he scowled when he reached you. You were wearing a sling, a deep purple and yellowed bruise quickly set itself over the side of your arm and the same cuts he saw from earlier were still scattered over your features. His fingers ghosted over your skin and he let out a deep shaky exhale of anxiousness before moving his thumb up to graze your cheek tenderly.

“What happened to you?” You asked quietly in shock when you noticed his mud-splattered clothes and tattered fists.

“Long story,” he drawled. “Don’t worry about me, are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” you muttered with a slight shrug that made you whimper lightly. “Did we win?”

He nodded quietly, his eyes still scanning sadly over your face with a frown. “I swear, I’m going to kill him.”

“Only if I can help,” you sniggered faintly, trying to make light of the situation and succeeding in doing so when you saw he had cracked a small smile. With his hand still on your cheek, he bent down to press a firm kiss on the top of your hair and then warmly on the side of your mouth that wasn’t bleeding.

“I’ll just let you finish him off then,” he mulled amusingly when he pulled away.

“Finish him off?”

The doors of the hospital wing were thrown open again, a sea of red flowing inside as they carried in a pummeled Rowan with a busted lip, bloodied nose, black eye, and deeply bruised jaw. You looked briskly between Rees and Draco, both of them staring daggers at each other and it rapidly clicked in your mind why your boyfriend had looked like he just walked through a battlefield in your absence.

“Oh.”

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Cater Diamond - Full of Lies

You can unlock this story by getting Cater’s SSR Scary dress

Big thanks to Rym and Apollo for proofreading!

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Chapter 1

Main street

/Notification

Cater: Oh? A message on MagiCam? Who would've thought it was that girl! How nostalgic~ The picture those ghosts took at Ramshackle dorm made our college's Halloween event trend -> Jumping onto the bandwagon and posting a lot -> Huge success for Cay's follower-catching strat! So far it's been going well but… Mixed within the comments and DMs of my new followers are a lot of old aquaintances. Even some classmates from middle and elementary school are here.

Cater: "Hey! It's been a while! Oh, would you like to come to our college? Cay welcomes every single one of you! You can always come over to hang at NRC's Halloween event!"

Cater: And now some emoji full of feelings! (^○^)♪ (ゝω・)☆　d(’ｖ｀*)b

Cater: Everyone is really so casual and easygoing~ Well, it's easier on me, so I'm not complaining.

???: HEY!

Cater: Where did that loud and rowdy voice come from? I've got a bad feeling about this…

Front Gate

Sebek: Humans, don't crowd around the young master! Get out! Leave!

Boy A: Hey, what are you doing, sweptback bro! Don't interfere with our Draconia Challenge.

Boy B: We're putting our lives on the line to show our bravery by uploading a picture of us touching The Malleus!

Boy A: Huh, since when did Malleus disappear?! It's that sweptback bro's fault.

Boy B: Don't be so angry. After all the effort of having a sweptback, let's show the world a huge smile on that face!

Sebek: For humans of your social standing to use the name of the Lord of the esteemed Valley of Thorns in vain…Besides, my hair is swept back like this so I have an unobstructed view to find those like you who behave rudely towards my young master! You shall receive punishment for insulting the Draconia… no, for insulting the young master. My thunder shall shock you all to bits! HAAAAA...

Cater: Okay, stop! I'm part of the Halloween Committee. It's forbidden to fight. Why don't you try talking to this lad if something's up?

Sebek: Don't interrupt me, you frolicking human! I will shock you to bits as well!

Cater: Won't you create a scandal for the Draconia family if you were to harm an ordinary human with magic?

Sebek: W-Well… You're right. Besides, didn't you just say you were part of the Halloween committee? Both the young master and master Lilia are both performing the same duties… They ordered me to listen to the orders of the other committee members. Ok, I shall talk this out.

Cater: Even though you are crossing your arms and puffing your chest out, you are being apologetic right? Anyway, these are our college's precious guests. They have no intention to harm Malleus.

Sebek: These magic-less weaklings were making a spectacle bothering Young Master with a toy. I cannot forgive that!

Cater: Malleus is like super famous, and he's an admirable being, right? So just for this festival, it should be fine to interact with our guests as a little fanservice right?

Sebek: Stop messing around. The young master is a dreadful being who makes everyone kneel and bow down to him. AND THAT'S WHY I WILL NEVER LEAVE HIS SIDE AND PROTECT HIM ALL MY LIFE!

Cater: You're just obsessed!

Boy A: Hey, interfering our Draconia Challenge aside, what are you two squabbling about?

Sebek: Hm? You humans are still here? I told you to leave.

Boy B: Huh? You've got some nerve, talking rudely to us like that!

Cater: Come on guys. Why don't we take some pictures together since it's finally Halloween! We, Heartslabyul are those who rise from the soil in the darkness, the underlings of the night~

Boy A: Wow! Now that you mention it, you do look real good for the camera!

Cater: Cheer up everyone and gather! Let's decide on a pose~~~ Happy Halloween~

¨*shutter noise*

Cater: (Ugh… This is exhausting)

Chapter 2

Classroom

Kalim/Cater/Lilia: *Sigh*… I'm tired….

Cater: This year's Halloween was exhausting. Mainly due to our guests being rowdy..

Kalim: It was fun entertaining the guests, but I was really troubled because Jamil got in a foul mood.

Lilia: Even we, three most gentle boys, have been worn down. The other students must be at the limits of their patience.

Everyone: *Sigh*…

Cater: Now that you say it, by chance all the members of the light music club are also part of the Halloween Committee. Let's have our usual relaxing tea time while also discussing some countermeasures.

Kalim/Lilia: Agreed~

Cater: I got this! Trey's home-made pumpkin pie! It's moderately sweet, so it's my favorite!

Kalim: I have kunafa. It's a cheesecake from the Scalding Sands. It's delicious when it's hot!

Lilia: Oho, these are all sweets befitting of Halloween. As the last one, I have prepared this. Licorice!

Cater: You're always bringing the same thing! You know me and Kalim don't like that.

Kalim: The smell makes my nose shrivel up~

Cater: But you know, since it's black, it does feel like Halloween. Oh, right, let's take a picture together. It's super charming to be in costume and have themed food.

*shutter noise*

Cater: #TheBestHalloween #SelfmadeCostume #HomemadeTreat #LightMusicClub #NRCHalloween

Kalim: The best? Didn't you say you were exhausted earlier, Cater?

Cater: I never said it wasn't exciting and for things like SNS, isn't it better to exaggerate a bit?

Lilia: As expected of you. We live in a period where everyone is connected all around the world. It is most wonderful to spread happiness instead of complaints.

Cater: Oh. The picture I just uploaded got an amazing response!

*notification*

Cater: Another message from that girl. Was she the kind to keep track of people's activities?

*ringing noise*

Cater: This time it's a call. (How persistent…)

Kalim: Cater, is it from one of your friends? You can pick up if you want.

Cater: Hm~… More like an acquaintance from the past? But it's alright? We're at a very important meeting, after all.

Lilia: We are only eating sweets, taking pictures and uploading them to MagiCam though…

Cater: It's the age of social media where everyone can keep in contact at their own pace, you don't have to go through the pains of having to response in real time to a phone call.

Kalim: Do you have that many people who want to get in touch with you? You're so well connected Cater~

Cater: Well, if you look the amount of aquaintances I have, that might be true? My dad's a banker. The bank he works at has branches all over the world. Therefore, whenever he transferred to a different branch, our entire family would move with him. We moved once every two years, so I kind of feel like a pro at quickly packing things?

Lilia: Commonly said, you are a family who moved a lot for the sake of the breadwinner.

Kalim: So the reason why you have so many friends is because you have travelled around the world since young.

Cater: Yeah, the girl just now said we are friends as well. Having to change schools frequently, I got to meet more people compared to someone staying at one place. From the best to the worst… a lot of people. However, they all had something in common.

Kalim/Lilia: …?

Cater: If I left there, they remained there. That's why I'd rather have a casual and happy time with everyone than to deepen a friendship. It’s like a circus troupe, you know, having fun hanging with people all over the world and then leaving. That's why MagiCam is the best! People from my school from three years ago contacted me out of the blue. My social circle is expanding as well. Cay is getting popular!

Kalim: Even if they're far away, you don't have to hold back you know? I got it! I'll lend you my magic carpet, so you can visit your friends whenever you want.

Cater:… I expected no less of you, Kalim. I'll take you up on that offer next time.

Lilia: I feel like I understand you.

Cater: Hm?

Lilia: The relations between humans are eternal. They are things that cannot be severed. In a new place with no trace of your existence, new relations will continue to be forged. That in itself is nature. However, I think the more precious a relation is, the more lonely it becomes. Why does it feel that way? I have lived a long life but the reason is still unknown to me. But just as Cater said, there may be a perfectly logical explanation for not getting too attached to one person in particular.

Cater: Lilia, what got into you suddenly? What I wanted to say was-

*ringing noise*

Lilia: Hello, this is Lilia speaking? What business do you have?

Cater: He just casually picked up the phone during our conversation.

Lilia: Oh, Sebek. What is it? You are so loud. Right now, I am in a meeting with Cater and Kalim. WHAT?! MALLEUS?!

Kalim/Cater: ?!

Chapter 3

Hall of Mirrors

Silver: Stop pushing. It's forbidden to enter the Hall of Mirrors.

Man A: Huh, really! I came all the way to the Isle of Sages to see Malleus Draconia.

Man B: We are doing the Draconia challenge now! Why can't we enter~

Girl C: He’s inside right! An actual Draconia, the Actual Malleus!

Everyone: MALLEUS! MALLEUS! MALLEUS!

*Lightning and thunder*

Silver: It's a rare event that Master Malleus is participating in. He also agreed to interact with the guests... For it to come to this... Everyone, it’s better if you leave. You have angered master Malleus.

Man A: I paid a lot of travel expenses, did you know that? This is the price of fame.

Everyone: MALLEUS! MALLEUS! MALLEUS!

Exterior Hallway

Cater: Did the visitors who wanted that MagiCam glory end up angering even Malleus himself?

Sebek: Yes. At first he was gentle and calmed me down when I got angry… but a fool grabbed Malleus by the horns and made fun of him by saying "Look! It's a bicycle from the olden days!"

Lilia/Cater: Gh!

Cater: I don't know if they're brave or just reckless. Were the dark clouds and thunder rampaging in the sky above the Hall of Mirrors due to Malleus' anger? You don't think he overblotted, right…?!

Lilia: Do not worry. Using that amount of magic power shall not make him overblot. He is simply irritated. Back when he was young, mountains would be destroyed by his lightning whenever he threw a tantrum.

Cater: Hahaha… that's on a totally different level. I guess it was a good idea to have Kalim fetch the professors.

Sebek: Upperclassman Vil noticed something was up and isolated the young master. He also casted a defensive spell so the tourists wouldn't be harmed. And it seemed that Upperclassman Jade is persuading the angry young master with some unique methods... Even so, those humans who can't seem to understand the gravity of the situation keep stirring up the young master, they're uncontrollable.

Lilia: This means we must use our last resort. We must put in effort to suppress the onlookers and avoid the worst situation.

Cater: Wait a second, Lilia. I thought of something. It's not like people there dislike Malleus or anything. Despite that, it doesn't mean that they like Malleus as well... They're just interested in trends. Just like my old acquaintances.

Lilia: ?

Cater: First, I'll take a picture of Lilia, who's wearing the same clothes as Malleus!

*shutter noise*

Cater: Next we use something catered to influencers. We'll elongate Lilia's picture with a photo editing app!

*swiping on phone*

Cater: Now we just add some text to finish it up. And then upload a cropped version to MagiCam!!

*Phone SFX*

Cater: #AWildMalleusAppeared #DraconiaChallenge #UnexpectedlyAtSportsGround #NRCHalloween

*Phone SFX*

Hall of Mirrors

Man A: H-Hey. Look at the Draconia challenge tag.

Man B: It seems he's at the Sports Ground now. As expected of Malleus. He's much faster than we are!

Girl C: Okay. Everyone, let's move!

Everyone: YEAH!

Silver: What happened? Master Malleus should still be in the Hall of Mirrors.

Cater: Fu. With this, I hope the storm has passed…?

Vil: Good grief. Accidents are an unavoidable part of stage plays. Letting yourself get influenced by the guests is so amateurish. My work here is done. I will return to the dorm to straighten up my appearance.

Jade: My, that was a close call. Malleus is extremely powerful. I persuaded him to the best of my abilites, trying to get him to understand. But there was no one to turn to if it had failed. Well then, I will also return to my station. I wish everyone a wonderful Halloween.

Malleus: I caused many disturbances between different racial groups during a mere school event. I should restrain myself more…

Sebek: The young master has done nothing wrong! It was the fault of those inferior humans!

Silver: The young master told us to avoid hostility between fae and humans. Why are you getting more hostile?

Sebek: WHAT DID YOU SAY SILVER!

Lilia: Malleus. Did you forget our promise from long ago? Call for us when the tranquility in your mind is disturbed. Even if we are not related by blood, we are still a family. Got it?

Malleus: Lilia… My apologies. To everyone.

Everyone: …

Cater: ….Family…huh.

Flashback

Lilia: But just as Cater said, there may be a perfectly logical explanation for not getting too attached to one person in particular.

Flashback ends

Cater: (That was full of lies. For a guy who grew up and lived in the same place, he never had to deal with rebuilding relations over and over…He would never understand my worthless and meaningless feelings.)

*ringing*

Cater: Hello, Trey. What's up? Huh? Are we doing our rehearsal for our night show at the stamp rally now? And Deuce, who is also part of the Halloween Committee, was at his wit's end due to the lack of manpower. So Ace is helping him out? Darn, Ace is definitely going to extort me for a favor later!

Cater: Argh! And is Riddle on the verge of a rampage? I'll be back soon, Trey. Please calm him down! I am currently at the site of the biggest crisis yet of this Halloween Week! No, for real! I'm not lying. That's why you don't have to be so cold to me, 'kay? URGH, TREY, YOU'RE SO CRUEL!

Cater: Now that Diasomnia's turmoil has settled, let's change the mood and continue on with work. In any case, we’ll still separate after the fourth year… It would be different if I repeated a year though. Anyway, I should just enjoy the moment to my heart's content! I'll surprise everyone with this charming skeleton costume! I'll show them what I'm capable of!

Cater: Happy Halloween!

#twisted wonderland #cater diamond #Lilia Vanrouge #kalim al asim #sebek zigvolt #vil schoenheit #jade leech #silver #malleus draconia

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thora-jane · 3 years

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Twin-Way Mirror pt iii

Series Summary: You've been friends with the Weasley twins since your first train to Hogwarts, but as the three of you start your 6th year, you start to question if your feelings go beyond friendship.

Summary for Pt 3: The twins help you to get settled and together you catch up on how your summers have been

Warnings: none!

Word count: 2,321

female!reader, 2nd person POV

Summary for Pt 1: After recalling how you first met Fred and George, you finally arrive at the burrow and reunite with your favorite twins.

Warnings: none!

Word count: 2,196

female!reader, 2nd person POV

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The three soon-to-be fourth years had brought in your things, and as you carried the owl cage and your yarn bag, Fred and George Carried your trunk, navigating up around the narrow bends of the staircases that wove their way through the burrow.

“Ginny offered to have you stay in her room-”

“But Hermione’s already there.”

“Harry’s sharing Ron’s room-”

“And ickle Percykins is too big headed and busy with important ministry work to share his room.”

The two let their conversation bounce back and forth before finishing in unison.

“So you’re staying in our room!”

“Don’t worry,” George nodded seriously as he kicked their door open, “All explosions shall be kept to a minimum, particularly during the wee hours of the night.”

“We understand that beauty sleep is very important to a lady at this stage in life. And we would not want to be the cause of you being any uglier than you already are,” Fred added, mirroring George’s tone as they set down your trunk in their room. After which George promptly smacked him on the head.

“How dare you insult our lovely guest. You foul git, no wonder you’re not her favorite!” You smiled to yourself, placing the cage on the windowsill and your bag on the cot. The two were still shoving each other, but as you turned around you were able to get the first good look at them that you’ve had in months.

They had both shot up so much in the past few months. And their hair, it was even longer than Harry or Ron’s.

It didn’t look too bad, either.

“Careful there, Eros might come back and fly straight into your mouth if you leave it hanging open like that,” George cracked, “Why the open drawbridge?”

You realized you might have been staring for a second, not only that, but your mouth wasn’t exactly closed. You clamped your jaw shut, then opened your mouth again to stammer out, “Your hair’s so...so tall.” You could feel your voice crack at the last word, and you immediately regretted it.

The two boys nearly fell on each other with laughter, gathering up a handful each of their hair and holding it up so it stood on end. Between laughs they both gasped out, “Your HAIR! So TALL!”

You sighed and rubbed a hand over your face. Grabbing a pillow off of one of the twin’s beds, you smacked them both with it. But your beating left no impact on their fits of giggles and instead they grabbed you hands and pulled you into a group hug, messing up your hair before you shoved their arms off with a grin and exasperated sigh.

“Shouldn’t we go wash up? I’m starving,” You said, trying to squeeze in between the twins and out the doorway. You paused, turning to the twin nearest to you and leaning up to their face, staring rather closely.

“Urm…(y/n)? What are you doing?” They hesitated, not breaking eye contact, but freezing up when you tucked their hair behind their ear. Your hand lingered slightly as you searched for a cluster of freckles but came up empty.

“Just trying to figure out which one you are. It’s a bit difficult with all that hair. Nice to see you again, Freddie.” You smiled, patting him on the head before heading off to the bathroom to wash up. You couldn’t hear exactly what had happened, but you figured one of them had smacked the other on the head again. It was a wonder no one had ever gotten a concussion with all the smacking and hitting that happened.

***

Dinner with the Weasleys was never a dull moment. Hardly anything was a dull moment with the Weasleys around. Soon enough, the nine of you retired to the living room, where you and Molly sat working on your projects while everyone else buzzed with excitement that you’d be off to the Quidditch World Cup in the morning.

“(y/n), you’re going to love it. It’s Ireland against Bulgaria and for sure Ireland is going to win!” One of the twins exclaimed from their spot behind you. Ron started to argue, going on about how Viktor Krum was far better than all of Ireland put together.

“He’s a fine example of what the true art of Quidditch can be! You of all people would appreciate that, right (y/n)?” Ron pleaded, ignoring Fred and George’s show of swoons and sighs and Ginny’s giggles from her spot on the couch. It was true, you were a fan of Quidditch, but you weren’t quite that great at it, something about it just didn’t quite stick with you.

But in no way were you bad at flying. You were actually fantastic at flying, and you loved it. In your first year of flying courses at Hogwarts, not only had you managed to exceed at flying, but you were also the only one to successfully dabble in broom tricks when Madame Hooch wasn’t looking. Flying wasn’t a game for you, it was more of a dance.

But of course, Quidditch was no dance.

“I’d like to see (y/n) try and play quidditch,” a twin laughed, sitting down next to your spot on the floor, laying back so his head was resting in your lap, “Artfulness only gets you so far, Ronald, but you need more than cool tricks to be good at Quidditch,” He looked up at you, an apologetic grin on his face, “no offense, of course.”

You looked down at him, his hair spread out on your yarn as he smiled up at you, eyes scanning your face for a moment. For a second, everything seemed to go quiet. Of course, it didn’t actually fall quiet, the other Weasleys continued on with the conversation. But you and Fred (your best guess, at least) didn’t say a word as you sat there, looking down at his head in your lap. It was the quietest he had been since before dinner. His face seemed so patient, like he wasn’t going to say anything until you said something first, like he was waiting for you to do something, or come up with some sort of response.

You felt your face get warmer, and your mind quickly made the excuse that the cause was from his breath. After all, his face was close enough to yours that you could feel him breathing on you.

You shrugged off the thought that this interaction held any particular meaning as you stuck out your tongue and poked him in the nose with your hook, “Get outta my face, Fred,” you retorted, biting back a smile.

He shot back to sitting in front of you, turning around so he could face you again as he leaned in with a frown, “Come now, I’m sorry I hurt your feelings but there’s no need to call me ugly! We both know you could make it onto the team if Oliver wasn’t such a stiff and Harry wasn’t an insufferable golden boy.”

You paused, setting down your yarn and hook. In the background you thought you heard Harry object to the twin’s comment, but you paid more attention to the face of the boy in front of you, tucking his long hair behind his ear and tilting his head in order to get a good look behind his ear. Freckles.

“My apologies, George,” you answered, not moving your hand from the side of his face.

“None taken, my fine lady friend,” He smiled, keeping his head still, “After all, noticing the subtle differences and nuanced signs of beauty is a skill that is only acquired through rigorous practice.”

You smirked, debating whether to move your hand or not. You could almost swear he was leaning into your touch, but you ignored the thought, “I take it you’ve had the practice?”

“Oh, years of it,” he winked. He opened his mouth again to say something else, but before he had the chance, Mr. and Mrs. Weasely stood up, announcing that they were off to bed.

“You kids ought to get some rest too, we leave bright and early tomorrow morning,” Mr. Weasely said, glancing over at all of you, “We’re meeting up with the Diggorys and it’s best not to keep Amos waiting.”

Shortly after, Ginny and Hermione got up and said their goodnights. Then Harry and Ron. After that, it was just you and the twins sitting around in the living room, with George had draped himself across the couch, Fred sitting on the floor leaning against the chair, and you sitting in the middle of the floor, lying on your back with your arms tucked behind your head.

“What about your summer, (y/n)? You’ve been awfully quiet about what you’ve been up to the past few months,” George asked lazily, his hand tucked under his chin as he watched you work at the lion's hat.

“Oh, not much. A bit of reading, a bit of yarn work, letter writing. Also having my parents pester me about studying traditional school subjects, but that’s nothing new,” You sighed, craning your neck to look back at him, “I don’t lead as exhilarating a life as you guys think I do.”

But George didn’t really seem to hear that last bit, “I don’t get it. You’re a witch. You’ve spent the past five years learning magic, wouldn’t those be your traditional subjects? That doesn’t really make sense. And besides, what if you decide to live fully in our world? Muggle University wouldn’t do you that much good, would it?” He rolled off the couch and laid down next to you, “I mean, say you were to live with us for the rest of your life. It wouldn’t matter much how in depth you know the muggle world, right?”

You paused, setting your project down on your chest, “I suppose you’re right,” you sighed, stretching your arms in front of you before placing them at your side, “But good luck explaining that to my mum and dad.”

“And what if we did?” Fred piped up, crawling over to be with the two of you, “What would they do? Not charm us with their lack of magic? How threatening! Oh, hold me (y/n) I’m quivering in my socks!” He declared, grabbing your hand and hugging it to his chest, “Will they dare recite their ‘traditional muggle subjects’ at me? How terrible!”

You laughed not pulling away as you waved your free hand dramatically in front of the three of you, “Traffic regulations! Basic laws of parliament! Analysis of English literature! Taxes! Maths!”

“Oh! I’m so scared!” he cried in a high-pitched voice, holding your hand tighter as he curled up into your side, “Don’t let them take me, (y/n)!” he mumbled into your shoulder. You couldn’t tell if he was laughing, or fake crying. Either way, you chuckled a bit before leaning your head against his with a sigh.

“I mean it though,” George started again as he rolled onto his front and stared up at the empty fireplace, “If you stayed with us in the wizarding world, would they still make you go to a muggle university?”

You looked at him thoughtfully before reaching up and ruffling his hair, “I’m not sure, Georgie. I suppose we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, yeah?” He looked down at you and stuck out his tongue, which you took as an agreement, before looking back to the clock.

“It is rather late, isn’t it?” you asked. Before he could respond, Fred started fake-snoring into your shirt sleeve, having not moved from when he curled up in the first place.

“Oh shut up, you big baby,” George rolled his eyes, nudging his brother’s head with his foot, “I’m going to bed. If this menace gives you any heartache just holler for your knight in shining armor and I’ll send mum to get his arse.” Fred mumbled something into your shoulder, hugging you close as George lightly kicked him again.

After George had started upstairs, you tilted your head to face Fred, “Do you plan on moving anytime soon, Freddie?” You smiled as he pulled you closer, mumbling something again before looking up at you.

“What if I’m already asleep?’’ he asked, a stupid grin on his face, “What would you do then? Awake a sleeping beauty? You wouldn’t. Would you?” he leaned up and kissed your forehead, “that would be a crime.”

For a second you could have sworn your heart stopped. You guys didn’t do kisses, did you? Mrs. Weasley did, and you once kissed Ron and Percy on the cheek as a joke. But you and the twins never did kisses. Was this a new thing? It might be. Part of you hoped it was.

You paused, several questions bubbling up in your mind. It was then that you noticed the look on Fred’s face, his brow furrowed and his eyes were scanning your face, “You alright, (y/n)?” He seemed nervous, and you could feel his arms pull back slightly.

After a moment, you smiled and sat up, “Never better. I am a bit tired though, and we have to get up early. We ought to go to bed, right?” You stood up, brushing back your hair before gathering up your project and stuffing it into your bag.

The two of you quietly began your way upstairs, his arm over your shoulder. You opened the door as quietly as you could, tip-toeing past George’s bed and over to your trunk, rifling through the dark to find a t-shirt and some sweatpants and heading off to the bathroom to change.

You were nearly out the door when a tired voice yawned from under blankets, “Goodnight, (y/n). Sweet dreams.”

You turned back, smiling, though you were sure he couldn’t see you. “Goodnight, Georgie. I’ll see you in the morning.”

#fred x you #fred x y/n #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley #george wealsey imagine #george wealsey x reader #george x reader #george weasley #george x y/n #george x you

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bitches-who-write · 3 years

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As I Say (Part 2) Henry Bowers

Part 2 is finally here of @lazzs request!

Upcoming: Vic part 3, Belch part 4

Word count: 1,539

Warnings- Foul language, Very derogatory name calling, Sexual themes implied, Aggressive behavior.

Warnings: Foul language, Very offensive name calling, Sexual themes implied, Aggressive behavior… You’ve been warned!

Henry’s POV:

I’ve been eyeing Y/N for a few weeks now. Taking in the way she clutches onto her books tightly to her chest as she rushes to class; head down avoiding eye contact, always hiding behind her hair and loose- fitting clothes. I notice the way she stutters and blushes when she's made to give a presentation in front of the class. Biting her bottom lip and fidgeting as she’s on the spot. Even when she’s with those loser friends of hers, she’s so fucking quiet... so self conscious.

It makes her the perfect target. After watching her for a bit, it’s given me a few ideas of what I want to do with this little slut. She seems so innocent it’d be fun to corrupt her.

-End POV-

Y/N is pretty self conscious when it comes to wearing swimsuits in front of people. Even your everyday clothing is on the baggy side. It’s just not something you’re super comfortable with for no reason in particular. You had just spent a nice afternoon at the beach. You purposely chose a less crowded beach that rarely anyone even goes to just to avoid others. You even went as far as to go alone just for the alone time so you could relax. You left the house pretty early, around 10am and spent the entire day there but accidentally lost track of time. When you checked the time now, it was reading 4:30pm. You make your way to the restroom/ changing area, switch out of your swimsuit and put on a loose fitting, casual black dress that ended just above your knee and slipped on your flip flops. You quickly ball up your towel and swimsuit, throwing it all in your bag and begin walking home. Since you had headphones in listening to music, you didn't even hear (or notice) Patrick sneaking up behind you. He grabs you from behind, covering your mouth as he pulls you back. Your legs trying to kick out but doing nothing to help you. You still have no clue who this was and where you were being dragged off to. It was not until you were turned harshly and tossed into a car. Your practicaly face-plant onto someone's lap. You quickly realized it was Patrick who grabbed you), along with Belch (the driver), and Vic in the backseat (who unfortunately you fell on) but surprisingly no Henry. Your face still on Vic’s lap makes the guys laugh; especially when Vic grabs you by the hair and purposely bobs your head up and down, pretending as if you were performing a sexual act on him. You struggle out of his grip and fall back into Patrick who catches you and stabilizes you to catch your balance.

Y/N’s POV:

Too nervous to ask any questions, Patrick smirks knowingly and answers the questions I have in my head. “Don’t worry too much, princess… Henry just wants to see you. It won't be all that bad… unless you don’t listen. Then that’s a different story, princess” He chuckles darkly as the fear spreads across my face even more. I cower between Vic and Patrick who are smirking at me as they sandwich me in between them. Patrick puts his hand under my dress, rubbing my bare thigh like the perv he is. I try my best to remain calm but the fear takes over and I begin to tremble. I keep my head down silently crying, trying to hide my tears and blushing face; feeling embarrassed to have them see or hear me crying like this; but it’s too late.. Being stuck between them, they felt me trembling from crying. That only made them laugh more at my expense and mock me with “awws”. Vic chuckles and puts his arm around my shoulder. He leans forward to look at Patrick and up in the rearview mirror to look at Belch, too. “No wonder why Henry likes this one, just look at her.” He pulls me to his side tighter, looking down at me as I continue to cower. Vic smiles with satisfaction knowing he’s intimidating me. After what feels like forever, we pull up to the Barrens. Patrick hops out of the car, yanking me out behind him and grabbing the bag I have with me. He shoves me harshly towards a smirking Henry who is sitting on a rock and smoking a cigarette. “Got her for ya Henry… Have fun.” With that, he winks and walks back to the car. The 3 took off, tired screeching, leaving only me and Henry together alone.

Henry eyes me up and down as he walks around me. Kind of like how animals circle their prey. His lips curl up into a creepy smile as he says, “hey slut, I’ve been waiting for you.” I finally worked up the courage to speak. “W-Wh-What do you w-want?” I crooke out, gulping in fear. He ignores my question and continues to gawk at me. Finally he speaks up. “I want to see that body of yours.” My eyes widened as instant panic filled my body. What does he mean “see my body”?? I’ve never done anything or dressed in a way to give off the impression that I want sexual attention from him before so why me? There were plenty of girls who throw themselves at the Bower’s Gang but not me! I blush and keep my head down. “W-What do you mean, Henry?” I whisper nervously. He tilts my head up using his pointer finger and thumb to direct my chin up. His eyes meet mine. They look cold yet excited at the same time. He then grabs my bag, rummaging through it until he pulls out my swimsuit and smirks.

Henry walks closer to me, shoving the swimsuit into my chest. “Put it on..now” he demanded with an authoritative tone. I looked up at him hesitantly “B-but- I..I really don’t want to..” I say pleadingly as my voice trails off but Henry has no remorse for me. He grabs me tightly by my ponytail, yanking me down and begins to drag me on the dirt ground. I’m half in the fetal position now, trying to cover my head; wincing at the pain. “I SAID FUCKING PUT IT ON, CUNT! You have two seconds before I cut that dress off you!” He warns, still holding me down by my hair; my head tilted back so I’m forced to look at him, while his knee holds down my body. He lets up as I begin to cooperate, frantically shaking my head yes as tears well up in my eyes. I pull the bottoms on. Luckily my dress covers me, giving me some form of privacy there, but the top is a different story. I freeze knowing he’s watching my every move. I go to turn so my back is to him, hoping to hide my chest at least but as soon as I begin to move, his harsh voice yells out. “Did I fuckin’ say you can turn away? You should be used to this slut. From what I hear, practically the whole town has seen you….now it’s my turn. I’m not asking you Y/N, I’m telling you.” He says, smirking once more. Again, I hesitantly freeze but after his prior outburst I certainly don’t want to upset him further. My face becomes bright red as I remove my dress, only in my swimsuit bottoms. I try to block my chest by turning my elbows inwards as I tie the back of the bikini top. Once I’m dressed, I stand there with my arms folded and head down.

Henry takes my arms and puts them to my side. He then trails his calloused hands down my arms and to the sides of my waist.. I shiver and flinch, making him laugh knowing he has full control over the situation. He takes a step back and proceeds to take out a camera. What the hell? I think to myself. He then grabs me by my hair again and yaks me down to my knees. I close my eyes not knowing what to expect but then I hear the shudder of the camera go off. I slowly open my eyes again, looking up at Henry confused. He slowly turns the camera towards me to show me the photo.

Due to the angle, the picture looked extremely suggestive. It looked like something straight out of a porno because of the position Henry placed me in. My eyes are red and tear-filled. “You look so good on your knees for me.” He said, using his thumb to wipe a tear away. “And now I know how these eyes will tear up when you’re gagging on my cock later.”

After a few more sexual comments were made, Henry then warned me what I have to do for him. If I don’t submit to his demands, he will use that provocative photo of me as blackmail and God knows what else he will do. It is Henry fucking Bowers we’re talking about here and you have to do as he says, afterall.

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viking-raider · 3 years

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Hoist the Colours - Part II

Summary: You try and survive being Henry's captive, while your father plans on how to get you back.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 7,629

Warning: PG-13 - Pirate!Henry, Some Dark Themes, Language, Kidnapping, Ransom, Captivity, Possible Trigger Warning, Unwanted Physical Contact, Angst, Fluff, Bondage

Inspiration: Pirates of the Caribbean and Henry Cavill!

Author's Note: Gotta love Pirates!

Tag List Blog: @viking-raider-taglist

Henry woke with the sun glittering off the ocean and into his face and groaned, rubbing at his bearded cheeks and sat up, rolling his stiff neck and shoulders. His body was sore after the battle the day before, he crossed the swaying room and poured himself a stiff drink and quickly downed it with a groan.

Splashing some water in his face from a small basin, Henry peeked through the narrow gap between bed curtains and saw you sound asleep, before a light knock sounded on the still locked door.

“What is it?” He asked, opening the door to his first mate, Benjamin Nullings.

“Morning to you too, Captain.” Nullings greeted him back, with a smile.

Henry shook his head at the man, a smile tugging at his lips. He and Nullings had known each other for a good many years, back when they were both crewmen on another Pirate's ship, before Henry acquired the Crimson Jersey, a Spanish Galleon, and he made Nullings his First Mate, being one of the only men that he trusted.

“Good morning, Benji.” He replied to him.

“Well, good is going to depend on how you take the news I have for you.” Nullings answered, his brow creasing.

“What news?” Henry frowned, not liking the tone or the look Nullings was giving him.

“It's Valentine.” Nullings said, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his bald head. “He was injured in the skirmish yesterday, took a musket ball to the arm. The surgeon had to take it off during the night, but he ended up bleeding out and died early this morning.”

Henry's head dropped back with a growl. “Fuck.”

“Exactly.” Nullings nodded, pressing his lips together. “You know old man Norris entrusted us with his son to try and straighten the boy out, not get his arm blown off or him killed.”

“He's going to kick up quite the fuss back at the Island for this.” Henry groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Has Quartermaster Astley tallied up the new loot?”

“He has, and we should make a very tidy profit of ten thousand pieces of eight.” Nullings informed him.

“Divided by a thirty man crew.” Henry squeezed his eyes closed and did the math. “Three hundred pieces per man. Norris will want his son's portion plus compensation for his death. Give him Valentine's portion and I'll compensate Norris for the death of his son.” He told Nullings, pushing his jaw forward.

“Once we get back to the Island, that is.”

“I'll have Astley make a note of it in his logs.” Nullings nodded, agreeing with his Captain and friend. “How's our bargaining chip holding up?” He asked, with a knowing smile.

“Stubborn and feisty.” Henry replied, glancing over his shoulder.

“Typical of all women.” Nullings laughed, his head thrown back.

“True enough.” Henry agreed, looking back at him. “Have Ellis keep us on course for Tortuga, but we won't be harboring there. So, have him anchor us off shore and the men will row out to it. They've earned a jaunt on shore after being at sea for the last eight months.”

“When we get the girl's ransom, do we still intend on returning to the Island?”

“Yes, we won't be able to hold anything more and we're already starting to ride lower in the water than we should.” He commented, running a hand through his hair.

“Well, we'll be in Tortuga within two days.”

“Excellent.” Henry nodded, pleased. “Have Valentine's body put in a shroud and we'll pay our respects to him this afternoon.” He instructed him, hearing you start to stir, disturbed by the sound of their voices.

“Aye, Captain.” Nullings nodded his head at Henry and went about his duties.

Henry closed the door as you pulled back the curtains, whimpering as the bright sunlight hit your unprepared eyes. “Good morning, pet.” He purred, smirking at you as you brushed your sleep tousled hair out of your face.

You huffed at him, rolling your eyes at his continued nickname for you, but didn't answer his greeting.

“Someone is a grumpy morning person.” He chuckled, openly teasing you.

“Only with bloodthirsty pirates.” You growled at him, trying to soothe the wrinkles in your skirts.

“Well, they don't call me Henry the Red for nothing, pet.” Henry grinned at you, unashamed and proud of himself. “We'll anchor off the coast of Tortuga in two days' time.” He informed you, combing his fingers through his messy curls.

“Tortuga?” You frowned up at him, surprised. “Why not Lockemirth?”

“I'm not going anywhere near Lockemirth until your dear papa has your ransom.” He replied, pulling his hair back with the leather string. “I'm not a stupid man, if I was to go near that island before hand, it would give him and the Crown amble opportunity to try and overtake my ship and crew. So, we'll wait in Tortuga.”

“Then, how will you know my father will have it?” You asked him, lifting a brow at him. “Tortuga and Lockemirth are eighty kilometers apart.”

Henry smirked at you, impressed. “A woman that knows her cartography.”

“I'm an educated woman, not the plague ridden whores you gallivant with.” You hissed at him, venomously.

“I have much finer tastes.” He replied, his stormy blue eyes scanning you for a long moment. “Anyhow, I have my ways of getting messages between the islands. So, you don't have to worry about that, pet.”

You glared daggers into him, wishing you had some means to wipe that smug look off his face. Henry stared back at you, he could see the thoughts flitting across your mind, you were either terrible at hiding how you were feeling or you weren't bothering to do so. Either way, he wasn't threatened by it or worried that you could pull it off or even attempt it to begin with, and he let that show on his own face.

“Enter!” He shouted, just as a knock came, causing you to jump at the sudden sound.

His cabin door opened and the same man from the night before entered with another silver tray with food upon it, he paid no attention to you as he bowed his head to Henry, set the tray down on his desk and left again.

“Are you starving this morning as well, pet?” Henry asked, picking up a few bits of food off of his plate and popped them into his mouth, making a big deal out of chewing and how good it tasted.

You watched him eat and felt your stomach rumble in your stays, you hadn't eaten since early afternoon the day before and were parched beyond belief. Henry lifted a silver goblet to his nose, swirling its contents and taking a whiff of it with a satisfied hum, before taking a deep swallow.

“Mmm, simply remarkable.” He said, after rolling the mouthful of wine in his mouth for a moment, before swallowing. “A 1681, Spanish Red.” He spoke, licking his lips. “I've always loved red wine, so it works out in the end.”

You gulped, feeling your hunger start to break down your willpower as you watched him enjoy the wine and food, purposely taking his time and making a show of it. With every bite of food and sip of wine your hunger and desperation grew, to the point you almost became unhinged. Henry set his goblet down and picked up yours, holding it out to you, a playful and teasing smirk and expression on his face, continuing to poke holes in your weak resolve.

“You know you want it, pet.” He hummed, lowering the deep timber of his voice, taunting you. “Wet those sweet lips of yours.” He purred, his tone teasing more than one meaning of his words. “Be a pity to let yourself go to waste.”

Gulping and licking your lips, the last of your will dissipating as you shot forward and snatched the goblet from his hand, making him laugh, as you hastily downed it, your mind not taking a moment to ask your taste buds how it tasted. Henry picked his own goblet back up, slowly sipping his wine, while you started to gorge yourself on the food. He plucked up the uncorked bottle of wine on the tray and refilled your goblet, the rich and deep red liquid splashing onto the stained oak wood of his desk as the ship bucked on the waves.

“Easy, pet.” Henry cooed at you. “Don't make yourself sick.”

You slowed down, looking up at him as you swallowed down the bit of food you had been devouring, the look in your hungry and exhausted eyes shifting, then you gulped down, audibly. A broader smirk crossed Henry's face and he rolled his eerily blue eyes at you.

“I ate the same food off the same plate, pet. It's not fouled up.” He laughed at you, increasingly amused at your silliness at thinking he, or the cook, had some how poisoned the food. He touched his fingers under your chin, smirking at you.

“For Lord's sake, you're no use to me dead or damaged.”

Another knock sounded at the door and it opened without Henry's permission, revealing Nullings. “Captain, Valentine and his shroud have been prepared, all we wait for is you.” He informed Henry, lifting a brow at the two of you.

“If you aren't busy.” He added, clearing his throat.

“I'm not.” Henry replied, dropping his hand from your chin. “Just making sure the Governor's daughter had her breakfast.” He chuckled, gently patting your cheek, then polished off his wine and set it down on his desk. “Come along, pet. All aboard are required to attend.” He told you, starting for the door.

“Attend what?” You asked, staying where you were.

“One of my men, Valentine Tash, was injured in the skirmish yesterday.” Henry replied, pulling on his jerkin. “He died, after having his arm nearly blown off.” He explained to you, settling the garment on his body.

“What's that matter to me?” You snapped, narrowing your eyes at him. “You were the monster that attacked my ship. It's your fault, he's dea--”

Henry bolted across the room, the back of his big hand connecting to your surprised cheek in a harsh smack; if it wasn't for his desk, you would have crumbled to the floor, instead you fell upon the desk, sending the tray of food crashing to the floor and spilling your goblet and the bottle of wine across it.

“Every man, and woman, on this ship knows the difficulties and dangers of being on these seas and in this occupation. Death is part of that expectation, no matter who they are. If they die, from whatever the cause, they have been cautioned and informed of it, and still they chose to come. That isn't on my head or on my heart.” He hissed at you, face twisted with rage.

“So, I suggest you watch your tongue, especially when you speak of things an insolent and ignorant girl does not understand.” He grabbed you by the elbow and yanked you up onto your feet. “Do you understand what I've said?”

You looked up at him, sniffling, eyes brimming with tears and your cheek welted with his knuckles. “Y-e-s.” You hiccupped and gulped thickly.

“Good.” Henry replied, tense. “Now, we're going out there and you will behave yourself, and if you try anything stupid, you won't leave this cabin again, until I have everything I want from your father in three days.” He warned you, shoving you in the direction of the door.

You tripped over the threadbare rug on the floor, but was thankfully caught by Nullings, before you fell. He gave you a soft and sympathetic smile, supporting you until you managed to right yourself, then kindly let you go. Henry moved in behind you, making you shiver as you followed Nullings out of the Captain's cabin. You blinked at the bright light of the morning as you stepped out onto the main deck of the ship, it seemed by the amount of people there as well, that the entire crew was out and waiting for the ceremony to send Valentine off to his watery grave.

It would be a lie, if you said you weren't interested in how pirates dealt with their dead. You had spent much of the voyage on the Kilmartin dreaming up scenarios about pirates and their ways of life on the high seas; but being kidnapped and held for ransom wasn't one of them though.

You saw a canvas wrapped body on a long wood platform that was balanced on the edge of the ship with two men holding onto it, so it wouldn't prematurely fall into the roiling sea below. The men gathered around their Captain, removing what hats they were wearing and bowed their heads. Henry stood tall beside you, his broad shoulders straight and tense as he surveyed his crew, his expression hard and unreadable.

“We gather here in honor of our mate, Valentine Tash.” He said, speaking loudly over the waves crashing against the hull. “He was a good man, a hard worker and a sound fighter. It is unfortunate that we have lost him, but he will forever be remembered.”

The crew let out three cheers in agreement and honor of their fallen comrade, before Henry gave a stiff nod of his head and the two men holding the body, lifted the platform and the shrouded body of Valentine Tash slid off of it and into the abyss below, never to be seen again. The crew lingered for another moment of quiet, before silently returning to their stations. You stood beside Henry as he continued to stare after the now vanished body, you saw, now that his men were gone or distracted by their duties, the look in his ordinarily hard and guarded eyes was one of a raw heart, one that had lost many men over the years and, even after telling you he felt none of it, was a man that had felt all of those deaths as if they were his own.

Henry caught you staring at him. “What?” He snapped, regaining command of his face.

“Nothing, just enjoying the sunshine.” You replied, blinking up at the blue and cloudless sky. “You?”

His eyes narrowed, then blinked at you, softening slightly. “Same.” He answered, his voice calmer. “It won't last though.” He added a second later, squinting into the sunlight.

“Why do you say that?” You replied, frowning and trying to see what he was talking about.

Henry dropped his eyes to you, amused. “I've spent my entire life either on or by the sea.” He replied, moving to the railing. “All that experience teaches you the language and nature of it. Even if it looks calm, sunny and beautiful, there's always something brewing just beyond the horizon.” He told you, leaning his forearms against the worn and sun faded railing.

“There's a storm coming.” He whispered, narrowing his eyes at a very thin strip of dark clouds. “But, we should be off Tortuga by the time it arrives.”

“Will we make landfall then?” You asked, gulping at the thought of being on the ship, any ship, with a storm going off.

“No.” He chuckled, shaking his head and looked over his shoulder at you. “We'll be as safe on the ship as we are on land.” He could see the fear and anxiety in your face and eyes. “Don't fret, pet. I've sailed this ship around hurricanes and she hasn't sunk yet.” He grinned at you, giving you an odd feeling of safety, but also a feeling of uneasiness.

“Then again, she can't.”

“All ships sink.” You frowned, shaking your head at him.

“Not this one, pet. Not this one.” Henry replied, still grinning as he looked his beloved ship over. “She's special.”

“Special how?” You answered, starting to worry for the pirate's mental soundness.

Henry pushed off the railing and caught your chin in his fingers, tipping your head back to look up at his amused face. “That's nothing for you to worry about, pet. There are some things beyond your innocent understanding in this world and beyond it.” He told you, his eyes darkening with an almost sinister delight.

You jerked up with a gasp as a crack of lightning struck the water, so close to the Crimson Jersey that Henry's cabin lit up like broad daylight. You gripped the blankets of Henry's bed as the ship tilted and swayed at nauseating degrees under the heavy winds, the torrential rain hammered every part of the ship, pattering against the glass of the stern windows like small pebbles. You gasped again as a hiss filled the cabin, but slightly relaxed again, a spark of light flared to life and illuminated Henry's face as he leaned over his desk to touch the flame to the blackened wick of his tallow candle.

“I didn't mean to wake you.” You spoke, barely audible above the storm.

“You didn't.” Henry replied, crossing the room with a small struggle.

“I'm impressed how well you and your men can walk across the room or deck, when the ship is bucking like a wild animal.”

“It's land that tends to be tricky for most sailors.” He chuckled, pouring a drink, unphased by the glasses moving across the table. “Your body gets so used to the sway of the ship, it doesn't know how to react when you're finally on unmoving land again.” He told you, picking the glasses up and crossed over to you, holding one of them out.

“It's like watching a newborn babe try to walk for the first time.” He laughed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I'm supposing this is your first time at sea.” He said, sipping his drink.

“It is.” You nodded, staring into your own glass for a moment, before lifting it to your lips. “I would have rather stayed in London.”

“With your mother?”

Your eyes jerked over to him.

“You were the only woman on board the Kilmartin that my men and I encountered.” He clarified. “I doubt your father had you himself, so that leaves your mother still in London herself.”

“She is still in London.” You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip and trying to hold back the overwhelming wave of tears that wanted to overtake you.

You were so consumed by all the events of late, being forced to leave the only home you had ever known, to sail half a world away to a teeny island, where you knew no one other than your father. Then to be kidnapped by Pirates and held for a ransom, that you feared if your father didn't or wasn't able to pay would only end badly for you. It was all adding up on you, especially when you were still trying to deal and come to terms with your mother's passing.

“I doubt we could have brought her, even if we wanted too.” You mumbled into your glass.

“Did she not wish to join you both?” Henry asked, head slightly tilting as he noticed the cloud that crossed your face, even in the crepuscular light of the cabin.

“I'm sure she would have come with us, if she could have.” You looked up at him, eyes shining and red. “But, sailors already believe a woman on board is a bad omen, I shudder to think what they would have said about transporting the dug up coffin of one.”

Henry's mouth dropped open for a moment, before he regained his composure. “She's passed on then.”

You nodded your head, dropping your eyes back to your barely touched drink. “A year ago, this past month.” You whispered, ringing the tip of your finger around the rim of the glass. “She was sick for a very long time.” You sniffled and gulped, feeling your strength start to waver.

“I'm very sorry.” Henry whispered, softly. “It must still hurt you deeply.”

His words were the keys that opened the floodgates to everything you had pushed behind it. The walls of your throat closed and your eyes burned with the liquid fire of your tears, your breathing hitched, catching in your throat, and your shoulders trembled as tears washed over your cheeks, dripping into the glass still in your lap. Henry sighed, his face pinching in concern and sympathy as he watched you melt into sobs. Setting both glasses on the rocking floor, Henry reached out for you, resting his hands on your arms and gently pulled you into his arms and lap, tucking your head under his chin and rubbed your back, letting the sway of the ship rock the two of you. You clung to him and cried yourself out in his arms, drenching the shoulder of Henry's shirt, but he didn't care, he was a pirate after all and used to being wet.

He gently traced the outline of the whale bones sewn into your corset, beneath your dress, feeling the steadily growing weight of your body on top of his as you calmed down and fell half asleep. Biting and pressing his lips together, then sighing, Henry stood with you in his arms and leaned over the bed, gently laying you down and covered you up, before tugging his tear stained shirt off over his head, tossing it on his desk. He studied your sleeping form in his bed and sighed again, before taking the two neglected glasses back to their tray, then returned to the bed, sitting down on the edge and stared out the stern windows as the storm continued to rage around the ship.

“Look after us.” He muttered to himself, before getting into bed with you and pulled the curtains closed against the bright lightning flashes.

Henry stiffened as you whimpered in your sleep, at a rumble of thunder, before rolling into his side and relaxing again. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, but didn't move away from you, not that he could to start with, he was already laying on the very edge of the bed, so if he wanted to get away from you, he'd have to go back to where he'd been sleeping below the stern windows. So, he didn't move or push you away from him, knowing you would likely only find your way back up against his side, figuring if it gave you some measure of comfort, he might as well enjoy the warmth of your body pressed up against his, being the first woman of any standing to share a bed with him in many months, even since the last time he was on land.

“Land ho!”

The cry woke you from a sound sleep and for a moment you forgot what ship you were on, until you opened your eyes and saw Henry pulling on his discarded shirt and his boots, before unlocking his cabin door and stepped out onto the deck.

Glancing out the stern windows, you saw the mid morning sun was shining and there was even the cry of seagulls, as if the storm had never happened, and the first real sign there was actually land nearby. Excitement blossomed inside of you and you jumped to your feet, quickly going out of Henry's cabin, hot on his heels. Henry was standing on the starboard side of the ship, a spyglass held up to one of his eyes as he swept it over the glittering water.

You didn't need a spyglass to see the approaching stretch of land and felt your heart and spirits soar as high as the seagulls beginning to circle the masts. Tortuga. You heard several of the men aboard murmur across the deck as they gathered, grinning and clasping each other on the back and shoulders, excited at the prospect of touching down on land again, getting their hands on quality booze and ladies of the evening. You couldn't wait for the opportunity to sneak off the ship and find safety somewhere on the island, surely some kind soul would point you to the Mayor or Governor, a British Subject, who would then give you safe passage to your father in Lockemirth.

“Nullings, have Ellis anchor us close enough off the island that the men can row out and enjoy themselves.” Henry barked the order, snapping the spyglass shut.

“Aye, Captain!” Nullings shouted back and ran up to the helm to relay the message.

“Drop the long boats once we're anchored offshore, men!” He yelled to the gathered men on the deck.

“Aye, Cap'n!” His men roared back, throwing up their hands in cheer.

“You.” Henry called, turning towards you.

You started and looked at him as he strode over to you, catching your elbow and turning you back towards his cabin, marching you through the door.

“From this point, until your father gives me my ransom, you are not leaving this cabin.”

“Why!” You protested, planting your hands on your hips.

“Because, I know in that little head of yours, you're already plotting on how to get yourself to that island and I'm not losing my bargaining chip, and if my men have to spend their first time on land, in months, looking for you, they'll bitch about it until we get home.” He told you, sternly.

“Now, stay put and behave.”

“And if I don't?” You retorted, lifting your nose at him.

“I'll tie you to a fucking chair for the rest of your time here.” He replied with a growl, then slammed the cabin door shut, the sound of it locking following.

You let out a frustrated shriek and stomped your feet, before angrily pacing the cabin, mumbling under your breath about how much you hated him and his stupid pirate crew, hoping your father and the Crown sunk his unsinkable ship with him on it. You soon felt the ship slow and the scrapping of the anchor chain unwinding from its storage as they dropped anchor, no doubt close enough to the island for the crew to row the longboats out to shore and enjoy themselves.

“I hope they all get the bloody pox!” You shouted at the cabin door, picking up a glass from Henry's desk and launching it at the door.

“I want you to employ our usual method of message running for our ransoms.” Henry told Nullings as they stood on the deck, huddled together.

“Aye.” Nullings nodded, taking the heavy pouch of gold coins Henry held out to him. “The auction should be bustling, taking in all the ships currently in harbor.” He observed, glancing at how packed Tortuga harbor was. “I'll have Barnard and David take our messenger to Lockemirth Island. With any luck the Kilmartin survived the storm and is already anchored in their harbor. But, if they're late getting in, I'll have them wait.” He explained to Henry, running a hand over his smooth, suntanned and sweat drenched head.

“That leaves one other thing.” He sighed. “What if they wrecked in the storm? What do we do with the girl?”

Henry rolled his jaw, mulling over the possibility. “We'll deal with it, if it happens. Until then, act as if its still sailing.”

Nullings nodded. “Aye.”

With that, Nullings boarded the first long boat that had been lowered into the water and rested as the men manning the oars rowed them ashore. Once they landed, Nullings marched up the crowded beach, smiling as a few of the Crimson Jersey crew called out to him or made lewd gestures before vanishing into the streets to find the taverns and whore houses. As much as Nullings wanted to do the same, he was on official ship's business, so it would have to wait until later in the day, once his task was completed.

It only took a handful of minutes for Nullings to find the place he wanted to be, the Tortuga Slave Auction, melding into the crowd that pressed in on the auction block, voices from various positions in the crowd shouting out prices. He waited until he found one of interest and joined the chorus, not allowing the other buyers to push him out, until he finally won the bid and left the crowd to pay and collect them.

“You understand English?” He asked the teenaged boy, pulling him into a quiet and discreet corner.

“Yes.” The boy replied with a mild accent, and a nod of his head.

“Excellent.” Nullings smiled. “What's your name?”

“Hany.”

“Well, listen here, Hany. I'm the First Mate of the Crimson Jersey, and I have a task for you; a task that once you fulfill, you'll gain your freedom and a passage to any place you wish to go or a place on our crew, that will be left up to you.” He explained to him.

“Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I do.” Hany nodded again, blinking at Nullings, wide eyed.

Nullings removed a small, rolled up piece of parchment out of his pocket. “You will take this to the Governor of Lockemirth Island, two of my men will take you there, then wait for his reply and return here with it. You will find me at the Golden Mermaid, ask for Nullings.” He said, handing him the note.

“Any questions?”

“No, sir.” Hany shook his head, tucking the note into the pocket of his filthy and tattered pants.

“Great! Follow me.” Nullings nodded, then took the teen to the boat where Barnard and David were waiting for him.

With that done and nothing else to do, Nullings went to the Golden Mermaid tavern in central Tortuga and ordered a room, a pint and a woman to fill his time, while he waited for Hany, Barnard and David to return with Sir Thomas's reply.

Thomas was a mess after Henry had taken you for ransom, going from spurts of violent anger to deep depression and lamenting. Captain Davis tried his best to keep the new Governor's spirits up, but more often than not, failed at it.

“The vile things that damned pirate and his men could be doing to my beautiful and innocent daughter.” He raged, pacing the cabin in a highly agitated state. “I swear, if he harms a hair on her head, I'll hang the bastard thrice!”

“You must keep your composure, Thomas.” Davis replied, watching his friend pace from his seat behind his desk.

“Composure!” Thomas roared, stopping before the Captain's desk and slapped it with his palms. “I don't have to do any such a thing! You are not a father, you do not know the pressure and responsibility it is for one to care for their children, especially their defenseless daughters!”

Davis sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut. “You know my meaning, Tom.” He replied, exhausted. “We'll be in Lockemirth harbor in a couple hours time, then we can muster what we need to rescue her, in safety.”

“Yes, we will.” Thomas growled, starting to pace again. “I'll be damned if I give that abominable pirate a cent from anywhere! The only payment he will get will be to the hangman's noose.”

A few hours later, the HMS Kilmartin docked in Lockemirth harbor and Sir Thomas disembarked from the ship, meeting the welcoming party the gentry of the island had put together for him, and you had you been with him. But, Thomas was in no mood for a welcome party and good cheer under the circumstances. He demanded to be shown the base of his operations and have all the top officials of the island to be assembled there, at once.

Several people branched out from the large group that had congregated around him, to set about his orders, while the rest of them showed him the Governor's office.

“What is the meaning of this?” One of the officials demanded as he entered Sir Thomas's office.

“Yes.” Chimed another, entering behind the first.

“We have serious business to conduct.” Thomas snapped, glaring at the full room of officials.

“What business can be so urgent that you must conduct it the moment you've stepped on the island?”

“While we were sailing here, we were attacked and boarded by pirates.” Thomas replied, his temper mounting more and more.

“Pirates!” Several gasped.

“Yes, pirates!” He barked, impatiently. “They've not only stolen several valuables from the HMS Kilmartin, they've also kidnapped my daughter and are holding her for ransom.”

A murmur went through the collection of men in the room, agitating everyone.

“What is the pirate's demand for her back?” One of the men asked, lifting a brow at Sir Thomas.

“Three-fourths of the islands money and goods.”

“Absolutely not!” The man roared back. “You can't just show up here and give them almost all that we have, I don't care if the pirate has your mother!” He protested, several of the others agreeing.

“I have no intention of giving them anything, you fools.” Thomas hissed, banging a fist on his desk.

“Then, how do you propose we retrieve your daughter back?”

“That—what is it?” Thomas barked as the door to his office opened to his clerk, Samuel.

“There is a boy here to see you, Sir.” The clerk replied, sheepishly. “Says, he has a message for you.”

“Tell him to wait.”

“But, Sir, he says it's from a man on a ship called the Crimson Jersey.”

Thomas stiffened at his words. “Let him in.” He said, pushing off his desk.

The clerk pushed the door open and stood out of the way, omitting Hany into the office. He looked around at the full room and gulped, slowly removing the note Nullings had given him out of his pocket and held it up, looking into the face of everyone in the room, not sure which of them it was meant for.

“Governor?” He said, hesitantly.

“Yes, that's me.” Thomas replied, stepping from behind his desk. “Hand it here.”

Hany took a couple steps forward, meeting Thomas halfway and allowed him to take the note from his hand. “I wait for reply.” He informed your father, uncomfortable.

“Yes, yes.” Thomas nodded, breaking the wax seal and unrolled the stiff paper.

“To the Governor of Lockemirth Island. I send you this note to inform you that I and your daughter, who is in good health and condition, are quite nearby to your island of Lockemirth. I send this messenger and expect him, and your answer, back before first light tomorrow morning. If he, or your reply, do not return by that time, I will take that as a sign of your refusal to pay her ransom and your leaving her to my mercy. Captain Henry Cavill of the pirate ship, the Crimson Jersey.”

Thomas read the note aloud, his hands slowly starting to shake with the multitude of emotions he was struggling to keep at bay.

“What is your plan, Governor?” One of the men asked, watching him restlessly pace the room.

He paced the room for several more moments, trying to gather his thoughts and form some sort of plan to get you back from Henry. Stepping up to the globe that was beside his desk, he studied it for a long moment, before turning to his desk and took up a quill and a piece of parchment paper, scribbling down his reply to Henry's note, and sealed it, pressing the signet ring on his pinkie into the cooling wax to make it official.

“Take this back to him and tell him we'll be waiting for him at that location.” He told Hany, then dismissed him to return to Nullings with the reply.

“Sir?” A man impatiently growled.

“We'll be meeting the pirate on Hafstead island.” Thomas replied, meeting the group's eye. “There is only one likely place that the Pirate and his men would make harbor in, and that's Tortuga. It's the only Island close enough to us and is friendly to their kind.” He explained his logic.

“Putting Hafstead island between Tortuga and Lockemirth, a perfect neutral ground for our transaction.”

“You stated you wouldn't be giving them their ransom demands? How then, are you planning to get your daughter back from them?”

“Misdirection.” Thomas smiled at him.

“We'll fill two crates with the goods and the rest with something else that will weigh roughly the same as the real two. They'll demand to see proof that we have their demands, so when they do, we show them the first two. Once they've handed my daughter over and move to start loading the ransom onto their long boats, we'll have guards from here attack, and all will be well.”

“I'll have my daughter back and the island will lose none of its profits.”

“You're sure this will work?”

“Yes.” He nodded, confidently.

With what men who wanted to go ashore gone, Henry let some of the tension go out of his shoulders, before heading back into his cabin. He opened the door just as you were opening one of the windows at the back of the ship, crouching in it, poised to jump into the water blow.

“Don't you dare!” Henry barked between clenched teeth, pointing a finger at you in warning, his lip curling with anger.

You looked over your shoulder at him, heart racing in your chest and hands shaking as you gripped the open window frame. Both of your hearts paused for a frightful moment, and everything became slow-motion; Henry taking a slow step forward as you gradually let go of the window and tipped forward out of it. Reality caught up as you slipped out the window, free falling countless meters, just as Henry stuck his head out the open window to see you crash into the foamy waves.

“Fuck!” He shrieked, enraged and concerned.

Glancing behind him for a moment, Henry tore off his jerkin and boots, before swan diving out of the window and into the water after you. Making it into the water, Henry saw you slowly sinking and struggling to swim with the weight of your clothing bearing down on you. Bubbles rose towards him as you struggled to hold your breath and quickly losing the fight. Kicking his feet harder, Henry reached you and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against his sturdy body, buoying both of you, before his fingers dug into the ties of your corset and dress, ripping them open and letting the heavy garment slip off your body and sink into the oblivion of the ocean below. Kicking his legs in unison with yours, Henry propelled you both to the surface of the choppy waves.

“You fucking brat!” Henry hissed, shaking his head, his long hair coming free from its tie, before sticking two fingers into his mouth and let out a shrill whistle, right beside your ear, uncaring if it hurt you as you coughed and sputtered for air.

A shrill whistle sounded back as he guided you around to the side of the ship, the remaining crew leaning over the railing, to see the two of you treading water.

“Man overboard!” A call went out, the men jumping to action.

“Captain overboard!” Another corrected back.

Several of the crew helped Henry haul you back onto the ship from a small ladder built into its starboard side. You stood on the deck in nothing but your shift, hugging your arms against your chest and shivering violently in the strong breeze. Henry finally set his soaking feet onto the deck, the men huddled around him for a moment, to make sure he was all right, but his blue eyes were burning holes into you.

“Go back to your duties!” He bellowed at his men, who paused for a moment, then scattered out of sight.

Henry snapped across to you, his hand raised and stopping a centimeter away from your cheek, you scrunched up your body, wincing and turning your head away, anticipating the slap. He shook, throat bobbing up and down as he struggled to control his white hot anger. His hand unclenched and squeezed around your jaw, in a bruising grip. He jerked your head forward to look up at him, making you whimper. Your frightened eyes looked into his furious blue gaze, like he was tearing you apart with his sight alone.

You shivered again and whined, cold and scared, the suspense of not knowing what Henry was going to do to you, for your open and continued disobedience.

His hand moved from your chin and grabbed you by the neck, making you yelp with alarm, terrified he was about to kill you. But he growled deep in his throat; dull nails digging into your skin. Henry jerked you sharply towards him, crushing you against his soaking body and crashing his lips to your cold ones, in an angry and sloppy kiss, his other hand coming up to tangle in the back of your wet hair. You struggled against him, squirming, beating and clawing at his chest, but Henry wasn't deterred, his continued to kiss you, for a long moment, before breaking it, then, with his hand still in your hair, Henry dragged you back into his cabin and shoved you onto his bed, uncaring that you would get the blankets and mattress wet.

Stomping across the cabin, he retrieved a coil of twine that was on a sideboard and crossed back to you. Yanking your arms up, Henry tightly weaved the rough twine around your wrists and tied it off, leaving a length of it hang from it, before cutting the excess with a small knife that was in his belt. Taking the lead of your bonds, Henry tied it to one of the bed posts.

“You're a fool.” You hissed at him as he picked up his boots and jerkin, closing the window as well.

“Am I?” He laughed, tossing his jerkin over the back of his chair.

“My father doesn't suffer Pirates.” You replied, jerking on your bonds. “He never has and he never will. You may think you'll get what you want. But, the moment he has me. He will kill you.” You told him with a deep conviction.

“He's been killing Pirates, better than you, before you were alive.”

Henry turned towards you, eyes wide with focus as he regarded you and digested your words, but before he could answer you, the door flew open and Nullings came flying in, skidding to a stop as he noticed you tied to the bed, then looked to Henry with a questioning look.

“What's the word?” Henry asked, ignoring his expression.

Clearing his throat, Nullings replied. “The Governor has replied to our ransom, he'll meet us at Hafstead island with our demands in exchange for the girl, tomorrow afternoon.”

Henry gripped the back of his chair, drumming his fingers against the carved dark wood, then glanced over at you, before pushing off his chair and hustled out of the cabin with Nullings, closing the door behind them.

“It's a set up.” Henry told him, keeping his voice low.

“What?” Nullings snapped, brow and forehead creasing. “Why do you say that?”

“Something she said.” He replied, carding a hand through his drying curls. “I want you to go back into town, find a girl her height and appearance..”

“I'm sure the man knows what his own flesh and blood looks like, Hank.” Nullings huffed, shaking his head. “Be real.”

“Listen to me.” Henry growled back, chest heaving. “Cover her head, so they don't see her face. That way, we find out just how truthful the dear old Governor is being. Take everything they bring for the ransom, only after everything loaded, will you give her to them.”

“And where will she be?”

“With me.” Henry replied. “I know Hafstead island, I know a good place to keep her. If anything goes wrong, I'll take her back aboard here, we'll all come back to the ship and head for our island.”

“You want to take her back to Shipwreck Island, if something goes awry?”

“That was the deal.” Henry barked at him. “His refusal to pay, would forfeit her to my mercy.”

“What do you bloody plan to do with her?” Nullings asked, exasperated.

“I'll figure something out.” He replied, unperturbed. “Do you understand the plan, Ben?”

Nullings tapped his foot, antsy, as he ran through the plan in his head, things were getting so much more complicated than he anticipated.

“Yeah, yeah!” He sighed, giving in. “I got it, Hank.”

“Great, get about it.” Henry smiled, patting his friend on the shoulder and going back into his cabin. “You and I, my sweet pet.” He grinned, tilting your head back to look up at him.

“Have a date tomorrow.”

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falloutjay · 3 years

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Pip x naive but protective reader

Reader had a rough childhood, canon divergence to 'Pip', so they decide to put themselves in the hands of God (they have issues because of how bad their parent were, they think they'll be that bad too). They've always tried to have a positive outlook on life much to the happiness of their friend Pocket and dismay of their 'friend' Estella. But then they meet a Really cute boy named Phillip and they hit it up, but he's in love with Estella and that bums them out. But they keep a happy face and try to be the best friend to him that they can be. They give Pip a nice shoulder to cry on when Estella rejects him and they have a moment with him until they have to go and save Estella. They sit on the sidelines watching Pip and Estella until her adopted guardian decides to move her to the US for a better life and reader confesses to Pip before she leaves. So we move to South Park, got settled, made some friends (Annie K, Butters, etc.), was having so much fun that her life in Britain was practically fading away. One day, reader was in library studying when they bump into Pip. Reader tackles him in a hug and they catch up. It was a great day until they remember they had confessed before they left. They were about to explain things to Pip but then Pip comes to our house with flowers and tells us he loves us too. We become one of the fluffiest couples ever.

This big boy is finally finished. I really struggled with this one for whatever reason so I am really sorry this took so long!

Nethertheless, I hope you guys enjoy this and keep tuned for the next post (Hopefully soon haha)

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Pip x Religious!Naive!Protective!Reader

“Well, I would prefer to have a better husband for starters!” “I never liked this family anyway!”

“What were you thinking about Y/N?” You heard Pocket ask, ripping you right out of your thoughts. “Just thinking about my past, nothing to worry about.” You said, a smile stretched across your face. “Well, If it’s just that.” Your friend said and got up, extending his hand so you could too. “Yeah, ever since I now go to church it has become a lot better.” Pocket nodded and you two began walking home. You lived with your friend Estella. She had a foul mouth and a heart made of ice, but she was generous enough to let you live with her.

“Ah there you are, you good for nothing lechers.” “Hello Estella.” You greeted her back with your usual happy tone, which made the blonde roll her eyes. “I told you to not address me with that disgusting tone. Anyway. Dinner is prepared and we have a new housemate.” You looked past Estella and your eyes locked with those of a young blond boy. You felt your heart skip a beat when he smiled warmly. “Ah, another one.” Pocket commented and walked up to him to chat. You and Estella did so too, well Estella mainly stood there, huffing and puffing about how you were all stupid roadside trash stinking up the place.

“What’s your name?” You asked the boy and he happily told you. “I am Philip, but my friends if I had any can call me Pip.” “I think you now have at least two.” You grinned and eyed Estella who shook her head. “As if I would want to be associated with you stinking Neanderthals.” She hissed and walked away, leaving you all alone.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Pip said dreamingly and your smile faltered for a second. Pocket noticed it at an instant and sighed. “This will end badly.” He whispered but neither you nor Pip noticed.

Pockets suspicion was correct. Pip had a hard time with Estella. He was an absolute angel, letting her do whatever she pleased but of course her cold-heartedness affected him. And this had negative repercussions on his dear friend Y/N. She was always there for the blond, letting him talk about his feelings. Just like now.

Pip had his head resting on your shoulder, while you sat on the porch. “I just feel like she will never love me.” You nodded along, not letting your own feeling get in the way of being a good friend. “Maybe someday she will realize that you are a very special young man.” You whispered as you watched the sunset. “You are a great friend, Y/N.” If he only knew how much that stung.

Not too soon after that, a very painful day came for you. Estella needed to be saved from the evil Miss Havisham and her evil plan to use the broken hearts of young men to bind her soul to Estella’s body. When Pocket, Pip, Estella, and Joe came back and you spotted Estella and Pip holding hands, your heart sprung into a million little pieces. The blonde clung to Pip's side, and she called him “loving” insults. You knew you lost the fight for Pip that day.

Your heart remained broken for months. Now that Estella and Pip were a thing it just felt like torture being here with them. To your luck, your guardian one day approached you with a generous offer. “You could move to the US, Y/N. I know you would do well, and I would still make sure you have everything you need.” Thinking about it was a difficult task. You knew it was a tremendous offer, one that could really have a huge, positive impact on your life, and you could gain some distance from the whole Pip/Estella thing, but you’d leave everyone behind, even Pocket, who you adored. With a heavy heart, you accepted the offer, knowing it wouldn’t take long until you’d move.

And just like you guessed, only mere two weeks later everything was set. You sat with Pocket on Estella’s porch, watching said blonde who was talking to Pip. A black car came to a halt right outside of the mansion and you knew it was time. “Miss L/N?” The driver called out to you, and you got up. You had already told Pocket about the whole thing, as you just had to tell someone. But you couldn’t bring it over yourself to tell Pip since you barely spoke to him by now anyway. Pocket followed you as you approached Estella and Pip. “Well guys, I leave now. My guardian offered me to move to America and today I will start the trip.” You said with a saddened heart while avoiding eye contact like you were ashamed. “So, you’re telling me you finally leave? Thank God.” Estella said in her usual mean way, but it didn’t bother you. You knew it was simply who she always has been. Pip didn’t say anything, he just stared at you with an unreadable expression. You sadly waved goodbye, before Pocket walked over to the car with you. “Please write me once you arrive.” He said as he hugged you tightly. “Of course, I will. But you gotta too!”

Just as you were about to disappear into the car, Pip stopped you. Curious you held the car door and waited for him to speak. “I will miss you a lot, Y/N. You will forever be my dearest friend.” He said and it almost made you tear up. He didn’t know how much it hurt to be called a friend. “And I will forever love you.” You silently whispered, but he heard it nevertheless. Out of shock, he didn’t say anything. Nor did he stop you from finally closing the car door and driving off.

“Amen.” You whispered as you finished your prayer in the small church of South Park, Colorado. This was your new home, this little mountain town in America. The priest of the local church welcomed you as a new member warmly and it really helped settling in, as you struggled making friends in school. Most people already had their cliques that they stuck with, so you as a newbie had trouble finding anyone.

When a hand tipped you on your shoulder you carefully turned around and recognized a familiar face from school. “Heya, I didn’t mean to disturb you, but you’re the new student at school, right?” The young boy with blond hair and blue eyes asked. You carefully nodded. “Well, I am Butters and I have seen you a couple times in church by now. I hope I don’t sound like a stalker or something. I was just curious with you’d maybe like to hang out. My other friends aren’t really churchgoers and stuff.” You silently thanked God for this adorable boy and nodded. “I’m Y/N and I’d like to hang out.”

A wonderful friendship blossomed from that. Butters introduced you to some other kids at school, like Annie Knitts, who got you into the girls group. You had by now a pretty good social net and you barley thought about England, except for the occasional letters you and Pocket exchanged. You never talked about Estella or Pip, as you simply didn’t want to hear about them.

The more time passed the less you even remembered England. It barley bothered you though, as you had your life here now and you were happy. Butters and Annie were your closest friends and you really wished they were here right now, so you could ask Butters for some help in math while studying in the library. But to your demise Butters had detention due to Cartman getting both in trouble and Annie had plans with Bebe and Red. You sighed, flipping your notebooks page, when something caught your eye. Carefully you got up and walked around the libraries bookshelves. Between the third and fourth stood a young man, that you immediately recognized, since his style or haircut apparently barely changed.

“Pip!” You exclaimed and tackled him in a tight hug. “Y-Y/N?” He questioned just as surprised to see you here. “Oh my goodness! I didn’t expect to see you here.” You said not believing your own eyes that the much older Pip now stood in front of you. “Well, I moved here just a few days ago. I never expected you’d live in the same town.” Pip still had that beautiful joyful sparkle in his eyes just like all the way back then. “Wanna walk home together? Catch up?” You asked, crossing your fingers that he’d say yes. When he did so you couldn’t help but smile widely and run to go pack your things.

On the way back you talked about all sorts of stuff. Like why he moved here, how the whole moving thing worked out for you, if you had found new friends. You promised hi you’d introduce him to Butters, since you thought the two would get along greatly.

It didn’t take very long until you were back home. Pip let his eyes wander over your home, inspecting every detail no matter how small.

“So, see you around, Pip?” You asked with a pleasant smile, which Pip joined in. “For sure. It was a beautiful surprise to see you again, love.” And with that the young Brit went on his way and you were left with weak knees. Did his accent always sound this beautiful or did you only forget it since you were now surrounded by your American friends.

With a faint shade of red on your cheeks, you opened the front door and stepped inside. Once you took of your shoes off it dawned on you that you had forgotten about something. Your fingers tapped rapidly on the wooded side table. Your eyes darted around. There was something. Something important regarding Pip… Something…Something….

“Ah shit.” You cursed and immediately felt like the floor beneath your feet had just vanished.

“And I will forever love you.”

The sentence you said all those years ago, that whole day that you buried deep down in your memories resurfaced and you cringed at what melodramatic stuff you said back then. But you felt even more like ripping your hair out, because you had completely forgotten that you had confessed your feelings all the way back then to Pip.

Maybe he forgot about it? He probably would have said something if he remembered, right? At least something, right?

You didn’t even know if Estella was still in the picture so now this just felt awkward. Why did you even say that back then? A really urgent wish to just slap yourself silly overcame you, but you didn’t act on it.

Frantically, you fished your phone from your backpack and went through your contacts but right as you scrolled down to the letter “P” you remembered you never exchanged numbers. Oh, now you really wanted to slap yourself silly.

With a sudden burst of adrenaline, you put your shoes back on and hastily opened the door only to slam it shut immediately. You needed to get this out of the way, you needed to explain it to him. The uncertainty of not knowing whether or not he still remembered that cringy sentence from all the way back then made you crazy.

You didn’t get far though since you spotted the familiar blond just a bit down the road. “Pip!” You called out to him.

With shaky legs you ran up to him and to your surprise he held a little bouquet of flowers in his hands. Both of you had a blush spread across your cheeks. “I-I need to explain something to you. Back then when I left I-I-” You couldn’t get any further as Pip interrupted you.

“Please let me speak first. Back then, you confessed feelings for me and no matter how much I liked Estella, your sudden declaration of feelings left an impact on me.” Pip chuckled and you couldn’t believe your ears. Was this really happening?

“I soon realized that I liked you too and that I was deeply hurt since you were no longer there. Pocket kept telling me about your life in America and now when I had the chance to go to, I was determined I would find you and see if you still harbor these feelings for me.”

You were rendered speechless. You saw the hope glimmering in his eyes, so you carefully and slowly nodded to at last. A big toothy smile creeped onto the young British boys’ face as he extended the flowers to you.

“I got these for you, but honestly, they cannot rival your beauty.” Hesitantly you took the flowers before you tackled Pip in another tight hug. It felt wonderful to be this close to him.

“Would you like to come inside for some tea?” You asked, hoping he would stay a little longer. “Lead the way.” He said and took your hand.

“Just what is wrong with him this time?” Kyle asked annoyed as he saw Cartman starring somewhere with teary eyes. Stan and Kenny shrugged and all three followed his gaze.

“Aren’t they just made for each other? The two Brits. Oh, what a wonderful couple, and I didn’t even need to get involved!” Eric spoke softly in his cutest voice while watching you and Pip laugh over at your locker. That you two were a thing spread around the school like a wildfire.

Kyle, Stan and Kenny had to admit, damn you two were absolute adorable, but they weren’t as creepy as Cartman about it. “I bet they drink tea together every afternoon.” “God, get a hobby fatass and stop spying on people and shipping them for weird reasons.”

#south park x reader #pip x reader #south park fanfiction

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misterewrites · 3 years

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Mystery at the Salt-Irons

Hey everyone! E here with a new chapter! kept you waiting huh? Haha sorry it's been a busy few weeks. Nothing serious but I had to keep starting and stopping this chapter so it threw me off but it's here, it's ready and I hope you enjoy it!

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Summary: Finnrick is called to solve a mysterious case as per his job as the city's only Private Investigator wizard but as he sinks deeper into the case, the more it seems that something is happening behind the scenes. Of course with an old friend in town and dark magic surrounding the case, Finnrick is as busy as ever. Ain't no rest for the wicked.

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The Salt-Iron Flats weren’t anything special on the surface: An unassuming apartment complex on the north side of Newton Haven, the only thing most people remembered about the place was how the price tag hurt their souls.

Of course, unlike the general housing market, the Salt-Irons (affectionately referred to by the locals) actually had a very reasonable reason for fetching such a high rate: The salt and cold iron baked into every single brick that formed the building.

If you weren’t in the magical know, you’d think it utterly insane that you’d be forced to pay such a large amount of cash because some weirdo decided to make a new age artistic statement with bricks. Of course, if you are aware of the greater community at large, you’d knew you were paying the insanely large sum because someone decided to make the Salt-Irons the single most protective location in the city.

Most mortals have forgotten their history, their lore and collective knowledge passed down throughout the generations: Why their ancestors used to place lines of salt in front of the door and windows, why the elders always suggested to the braver, recklessly youthful family members to carry iron whenever they ventured through the wild.

Outer beings were repelled by salt and iron. No one really had an idea why fae, angels and demons weren’t fond of salt or iron and there's been plenty of arguing about the subject but all in all the fact remained they did not do well when faced with either.

That was the main reason Finnrick didn’t find himself in the north side of town often.

Well that and the zealous Gate Keepers. Those guys were freaks but between them and the Salt-Irons being the only supernatural community up here, Finn never got a case from the area.

Until today.

The Salt-Irons were great at protecting you from any outside threats that wished you ill will: It didn’t protect you from anything you decided to bring in with you.

It was five in the morning when Finnrick got the call. The M.R.R.D representative didn’t have much to offer beyond the address and floor but he thanked her all the same.

Finnrick yawned tiredly, stretching the tension out of his neck while he sipped his coffee. He let out a sigh of relief as the sun slowly rose into the sky.

The Salt-Irons was a twelve story tall building painted a ghastly pale green that made Finnrick sick just looking at it.

“People are paying how much to live in that shade? I’d ask for discount if I were them.” Finnrick laughing to himself, making his way into the apartment complex.

Luckily the interior was much nicer than the outside: Everything was well kept and cleaned. Not a single speck of dust in sight and the wooden stairs didn’t creak when Finnrick placed his foot on them.

Which was good given Finnrick needed to go up seven flights of stairs.

Finnrick wheezed a little, wiping the sweat from his brow when he reached the seventh floor. He glanced down the hall one way then the other as he began to search for room 707 which basic deductive reasoning suggested should be around the corner.

Finnrick crushed the empty foam cup and tucked it into his coat pocket as he made his way to 707. It was a simple wooden door and immaculately spotless just like the rest of the place. He rose his hand and gently rapped on the door.

No response.

He frowned, checking if he was still alone in the empty hallway and rose his hand towards the door frame.

His eyes glowed with a blue energy as he whispered softly “Revelis”

The door gleamed with a bluish hue for a moment before fading away without a trace.

No protective spells laced over the frame so the only thing Finn had to worry about now if it was locked.

He tried the knob, unsurprised when it swung open silently.

“It’s not breaking and entering if someone’s expecting you” Finnrick justified to himself as he pushed the door in.

He nearly staggered backwards: The air tasted thick and foul like something had been left rotting inside. His skin prickled with anxiety, a chill running down his spine with each step he took further in.

Finnrick took deep, calming breathes while doing his best to ignore the bitter taste that seem to cling the air within.

He noticed the trail of footsteps, perfectly preserved in what appeared to be black dust leading deeper into the living room.

“Hey da! You here?” Finnrick called out, carefully stepping closer “You and ma still married?”

There was a deep grunt of acknowledgment before a voice responded “Sorry son, we’re divorced now. She got custody of you.”

“Well fuck. I guess I’m going to be eating kale and poorly cooked spinach for the rest of my life.”

Garrus Valka was not in fact Finnrick’s father, adoptive or otherwise. He was actually one of the highest ranked officers of the Magical Rapid Response Department: An elf clocking in at 200 years old with richly tanned skin. His bluish gray hair was slicked back in his preferred style. Garrus’s had his back turned to the detective but Finn knew his sliverish gray eyes were deep in concentration as he took down notes about the surroundings. His beautifully inhuman features were marred with a scar on the right side of his face: burnt skin on his cheek, healed by time and various surgeries. An old war wound though Finn never got the full story.

He was dressed in typical M.R.R.D fashion: Dark blue windbreaker, jeans and a blue shirt with the words “Powered by coffee and spite” splashed across the front. His Winchester rifle was slung across his back, ready for any action that may befall the elf.

“Drift.” Garrus greeted teasingly while offering a hand.

Finnrick gave it a playful shake “Da. So is mom here or she trying to smite pigeons again?”

“THEY TRIED TO STEAL MY HOTDOG!” Garrus’s partner Eden screamed from another room “I SHALL BRING MY GOD’S WRATH UPON THEM!”

“You know when they mean justice.” Finnrick called out “I don’t think they mean against winged rats.”

Eden chuckled darkly “You know not their sins.”

“Okay.” Finnrick nodded despite the fact she couldn’t see him “If you say so. What happened Da? Aside powerful necromancy.”

“Powerful necromancy” Garrus replied cheekily “and missing persons.”

Finnrick rose an eyebrow “Persons? More than one?”

“Two: A father and son. Richard Charles and his son Richard Jr. Recluses it seems. Neighbors hardly saw them. Mostly kept to themselves.”

Finnrick pursed his lips thoughtfully “Any magical abilities?”

“They’re not on records if that’s what you mean.” Garrus answered “Never signed up in the academy, not registered with The Council. If they were practitioners they didn’t tell anyone.”

“So what was the spell? I just smell the remnants of spookiness.”

“Hadn’t noticed the rest of the room huh?”

Finnrick frowned before finally getting a good look at the rest of the room: Every inch of the apartment was blanketed with the same black dust that he found in the entrance way. Inches and inches of the substance and that wasn’t the strangest part.

Everything was bent at different and odd angles: chair with crooked legs, the wall clock warped and twisted, the fridge leaning like someone folded it in half. Floorboard reached for the sky and walls split inward.

There was a common misconception about magic. Most people thought spell casters, especially wizards, could command reality to their wills. That magic was capable of impossible feats and it was as simple as snapping your fingers.

The truth was all magic, ranging from divinity to free range nature, was performed on a micro scale. Practitioners did not alter reality but rather shortcut it. Throwing fireballs was as simple as rapidly heating the air until it combusted. Turning invisible was less about vanishing completely as it was bending the light around you to not be seen. Magic was rooted in reality and imagination. If you had the magical strength to perform the magic, the magic often followed your lead.

Of course there were spells that required much more than magical hand and willpower. Powerful magic, like summoning outer beings or raising an army of zombies, required both time and materials. Magic was like any other energy: you needed enough of it to perform what you wanted. The human body could only generate so much magic without dying and resting was necessary to replace any expended in the use of spells. Materials were guidelines for the spell. Feathers for anything with flight, ash for fireballs etc etc.

The other thing needed was to gather energy and store it for the spell’s use. There were different ways to achieve this: Wands, talismans, potions were basically magic soups. The most efficient way to gather energy was the wizards preferred way: Circles.

Finnrick eyed the room closely this time, murmuring under his breath about angles and trajectory. Garrus paid him no mind, well familiar with the private investigators methods.

“If this went like that” he gestured to the wall clock “and that went here.”

Finnrick glanced about, carefully walking about as if worried he was going to step on a landmine.

“Here.” Finnrick found himself staring at a spot in the middle of the room “Ventus.”

He gestured with a hand and light breeze filled the room. It brushed away some of the dust covering floor, revealing the outline of a half melted metal ring.

“What is it?” Garrus turned curiously

“Spell circle. The source of the explosion. I’m willing to bet it’s custom made. Copper, steel. Maybe some bits of tin couldn’t stand the surge.”

“No iron or sliver?”

Finnrick shook his head “That’s for containing or repelling monsters. Necromancy is more about drawing in the evil entities. Or sucking out life.”

Garrus sighed tiredly “Don’t touch?”

“Only if you want to live to see retirement. Might have some pent up magic ready to blow outwards.”

“Understood. I’ll call in our guys. I’ll let you know if something comes up.”

Finn nodded gratefully while pulling out a vial and motioning to the elf “Mind if I do?”

“Be my guest, you might find something we’d miss.”

Finnrick smiled gratefully before scooping up some of the dust and sealing it within the vial.

“Take care Garrus, stop fighting birds Ma!”

“Flying rats!”

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The cafe was lively despite being early but that was no surprise given it was Mother’s. Mother’s was the single best food establishment in all Newton Haven and if anyone disagreed, they were allowed to have their opinions.

They were also allowed to be wrong.

Finnrick paused in the doorway, breathing in the scent of well cooked eggs and sweet lemonade. The pop and sizzle of heated grease brought a sense of comfort to the hard working private investigator.

“Finny Drift!” Maddie Copperstone called from behind the counter “How’s my favorite customer holding up?”

Maddie was 40 years young with tastefully curled dark brown hair. Human, little on the short side but fierce. She wore a simple red blouse and jeans, both stained with flour that the apron around her waist did not prevent.

Finnrick bounced over cheerfully, reaching over the counter to give the matron the biggest hug he could muster “I’m good Maddie. Working a case.”

Maddie’s brown eyes searched his face carefully “You always working Finny. You resting as much?”

“Scout’s honor.”

Maddie let out a disbelieving chuckle “You weren’t ever a Scout.”

“Honorary scout after I stopped that bear from eating them.”

“Thought it was a giant raccoon.”

“Yes but people don’t take giant raccoon seriously. He here?”

Maddie clicked her tongue disappointingly but motioned to the booth at the far end of the establishment “Rest.”

Finnrick rose his hand in surrender “After.”

“Never you mean!” Maddie shouted after him.

Amos Frye hadn’t changed much since last he was roaming around Finnrick’s neck of the woods: Handsome with soft gray eyes that reminded Finn of gathering storm clouds. His long black hair was tied in a messy bun held up by a golden pin, a braided strand hung loosely near his face. His beard was much shorter than what Finnrick remembered though he noted the unkempt split ends indicated that Amos hadn’t trimmed it in a few weeks. His iconic dark red sleeveless jerkin and black jean combination would look ridiculous on a lesser man but had allowed the monster hunter to show off his muscular frame. His brown skin was a bit more pale than usual so no doubt Amos had been operating at night lately.

“Finnrick, you cheeky bastard! I am so glad you came!” Amos beamed happily, his various bangles and bracelets clinking together in equally joyous celebration as the two shook hands.

“Amos! Happy to see you.” Finn beamed brightly as he slid into the booth across his old friend “Why though? Family trouble?”

Amos’s joyfully gleam turned dark for a moment.

“No. Have you…?”

Finnrick shook his head quickly “Not a word. Sorry, I hadn’t meant to…”

Amos waved the apology away “No worries cuz. I understand why you’d think that. Coming across the pond isn’t a spur of the moment thing and Os has always been the black sheep of the family. I suppose no news is good news.”

“Right.” Finnrick cleared his throat awkwardly “So what’s the trouble? I doubt you’d call me up for a nip and chat.”

“Rightly so.” Amos confirmed, reaching into the bag at his side and pulling out a folder “Hunting business as usual cuz.”

That made sense: Amos was the latest of a long family whose specialized business was monster hunting. The Fryes had been striking at things that went bump in the night for centuries ever since the first Frye defended the folk of some underground society.

Amos was an average wizard if Finnrick was being generous. That was not a slight against his old friend, it was a matter of fact: Amos spent most of his time honing the physical aspects of his profession which was obvious given the size of his arms. Any spells he knew were purely for defensive or preventive measures so he often communicated with Finnrick for higher quality and complex spellwork.

Finnrick took the folder from Amos and began pouring over its contents.

Most were quickly scrawled notes Amos had noticed about his quarry: Long sliver hairs, canine in nature. Large paw prints found in the areas it had been sighted, far too big to any natural wolf. Wulfvur and werewolf were hastily written and as quickly crossed out. A pattern of hanging out in wild areas, often forests and swamps.

There were pictures too: flashes of sliver, blurs of fangs and muzzles darting in and out of camera frame. It was always a distance away, sprinting deeper into the wildness. It was hard to tell from the photos but Finn guessed it might’ve been 10 feet tall at the very least.

“Why we hunting wolves now?” Finnrick asked curiously.

Amos flagged down the waitress “Contract given to my pa. It was hanging around the marsh lands of the jolly old isles. Someone wanted it gone.”

Something wasn’t clicking with Finn “and you followed it here? From England?”

“Nah cuz” Amos gave a cheeky grin “I tackled it through a portal and found I illegally crossed into America.”

“Ah.” Finnrick nodded in understanding “Fae.”

“Fae?” Amos frowned thoughtfully “I thought that too but I never heard of any snarling wolfie breaking into homes and snatching out wee younglings in them old folktales.”

“Fae are weird.” Finnrick shrugged “Their whole shtick is not making any sense. I had to expel a cat the size of a bus once. Double decker tall.”

Amos whistled in appreciation as he scratched his bread “So fae. Slippy fellow as you can tell. Whatcha recommend?”

“What’s the contract?”

“Banishment. It’s looking like wolfie ended up in the wrong part of town.”

“I think you mean next town over. Fixed a pattern yet?”

“Not yet but I wasn’t looking for one.” Amos admitted “Thought I was tracking some mutant. Fae changes a lot. Magical circles?”

“Easiest way to catch it.” Finnrick agreed “Sliver for sure. Iron would hurt it and based on your files, it hasn’t done anything than thin the local wildlife population. No need to anger mister big bad wolf.”

“Good call. I got some talent to handle a few circles but tracking is not really my speed.”

“I’m on a case but if you swing by the M.R.R.D, maybe they’ll loan you a wizard.”

Amos let out a disappointed sigh “I need to take care this sometime this year Finny. Bloody bureaucracy probably set me back a month at least.”

“There’s always Jaime but she’s pretty busy at work.”

“Jaime huh?” Amos smiled mischievously “I haven’t talked to your sister in a long time.”

“I will curse you.” Finnrick playfully threatened “And not no simple hex either. I’ll make you bald.”

Amos gasped dramatically, clutching at his hair protectively “You wouldn’t dare mate.”

“Shinier than the sun.”

“Okay, okay” Amos conceded “I’m kidding. She’s with Casey anyway. Good couple. Cute couple. He still hopelessly selfless and she still trying to fast track her way to power?”

“Yep.”

“You gonna fix that?”

Finnrick shook his head “It’s their lives. Their choices.”

“Idiots.” Amos chuckled “the lot of them.”

“All you need is love?”

“Spoken true the gospel of my land.”

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A few hours later with a brainstorm session completed and a promise to help out the next day, Finnrick left Amos to his work and continued with his own.

It was noon now and as the sun rose high in the sky, Finnrick found himself at the Grimyard.

The Grimyard was the premiere spot for all things magical in Newton Haven: Rows and rows of shops specifically catering to the magic community. The streets were paved with century old cobblestone and the buildings here were various hues of faded brick and mortar. It was easy to get lost in the Grimyard if it was your first time as the Grimyard did not spread out, it stacked downward. Layers upon layers of the Grimyard were actually underground to allow those with issues against the sun to sell their goods and services at all times of the day. Don’t let the dark fool you, anyone with worthy talent or product was here in the Grimyard.

Normally Finnrick would wander around a bit, checking out the various businesses and protective wards around the mile long patch of land but he was on the clock and the sooner he began to figure out what was going on, the sooner he could stop it.

Luckily for him, his destination was right here on the top floor of the marketplace. Specifically furthest back corner.

Knightly Ore was ran by the Knight family. Originally they only sold rare metals and ores which were necessary components for some of the more complicated magicks. At some point the owners expanded into selling more alchemical materials and eventually brewing potions, salves and such for a fee.

Despite decent business, it was the most rundown building in this part of the Grimyard: Broken window shudders with the paint faded down to the original shade when the business first opened decades ago. The humble black door was crooked and creaked whenever it moved

Finnrick knew the owners fairly well but here wasn’t here for them. He was here to see their son.

He pushed past the building, ducking into the alley that led to the lot directly behind the shop.

“Halt!” A voice called out “Who seeks the Brewmaster of the Grimyard?”

“It is I, Finnrick the detective. I got money and I need work done”

The Brewmaster was Theodore Knight, an incredibly talented alchemist who didn’t have the same opportunities Finnrick did: He was pretty tall for his age (14 or 15, Finnrick lost track once or twice) but clearly a teenager given his short lavender hair had a few strands dyed red. His eyes were an unnatural pale blue, paler than the blue of the sky. He wore the usual attire Finn often found him in: A sleeveless dark blue hoodie with a fist sized red gem clasped in front just under his neck and a lighter shade blue t-shirt. He wore black finger-less gloves gripping his brown messenger bag slung around his shoulder. A matching brown pouch hung around the waist of his gray cargo shorts and his brown boots were kept clean despite his place of business was in an alley behind his parents shop.

Theo jumped out from a hidden shadowy corner of the lot “Finn, whatcha got for me now?”

Finnrick reached into his pocket, showing the eager teen the vial that held blacken dust within.

“That’s it?” Theo scoffed, rolling his eyes “I was expecting something…...cooler.”

He took the vial and raised it to the sun. Theo gave it a rough shake and watched it carefully for any properties the strange substance would display.

Theo frowned, clearly unsatisfied by what he saw “You brought me ash? Plain ash? It’s your money but even I think it’s a waste.”

“It’s ash?”

Theo shot the detective a look that screamed how obvious it should’ve been “Yes, ash. Thicker than what I’ve seen but ash all the same.”

Finnrick bit his cheek thoughtfully.

“Look Finn, you know my rates. I dunno what you want me to do but standard fees apply.”

“I’ll paying double.”

The Brewmaster’s eyes narrowed suspiciously “Double for ash? What’s so special about it?”

“Oh nothing." Finnrick pretended to look disinterested “Aside it was taken directly from a crime scene: Necromancy and cast via a half melted spell circle.”

It took Theo a minute to allow the implications of what Finnrick said to sink in. His eyes shifted from suspicion to wild excitement.

“Really?!” Theo clutched the vial like it was his first born child “Necromancy really doesn’t like many alchemy processes. It’s not going to be easy for me.”

“I know right?” Finnrick grinned impishly “It’s almost like I’m going to have to pay double for it.”

“Yeah, you’re gonna have to….” Theo pouted unhappily “Ha freaking ha. Okay smart guy, pay up.”

Finnrick handed over 50 gold. Theo took it eagerly, his eyes lightening up with glee.

Theo paused for a moment, his face turning oddly serious for a teenager.

“It might take me awhile depending on what you want.”

“I want to know what’s in it. Necromancy requires specific ingredients. After that it’ll be easier to track the seller.”

“And the buyer!” Theo blurted out excitedly “Smart.”

Finnrick ruffled his hair playfully “I wish I thought of it. You keep this up and you’re going to run me out of business.”

“I’ll text you when I have something.”

“Pleasure as always Theo.”

“It’s Brewmaster.”

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It was 2 in the afternoon when Finnrick made his way back to the Salt-Iron. He stood outside the complex, tossing the remains of his pizza into his waiting maw and crumpling the can of soda he was drinking before tucking into his coat pocket.

“What’s this?” Finnrick asked, utterly confused by the crushed foam cup he pulled from within “Oh right my coffee. I’ve been really at today.”

Finnrick wiped his hands clean and made his way inside the Salt-Iron once more, mulling over the details of the case as he ascended up the stairway.

Blacken ash cast by a spell circle. Both father and son missing with no indication where they went too. Recluses and rarely seen. Necromancy within a threshold.

It was hard to tell how deeply the father and son were involved in spell. Someone who had access to the apartment was behind it no doubt. Spell circles were the most consistent way to cast magic but they took time to build, set and channel energy. You didn’t build a spell circle without knowing exactly what you plan to do with it.

The nature of the magic was also a mystery: Dark magic had various applications and not a single one was good. Finnrick hadn’t much experience with that branch of magic but there was nothing logical about the aftereffects: Ash spread throughout the apartment, clinging to everything like a second skin. There was no signs of an outward blast given that nothing bent in the same direction. Everything in that room decided to twist in whatever wayit felt like. If the spell was supposed to draw in something then chair legs and wall tiles would’ve been pulled directly towards the circle.

“Curiouser and curiouser Alice” Finnrick spoke to no one in particular.

He was on the fifth floor when he noticed something odd.

Finnrick raised an eyebrow as the skies outside the window darken, black and stormy.

A thunderstorm it seems.

Finnrick peered out the window, glancing upwards to see what was going on.

Dark clouds swirled directly overhead. Rain began to lightly drizzle as the skies boomed. Thunder and a moment later lightning trailing across the gathering storm.

A thunderstorm that formed directly above this building.

Without warning.

“Well that’s not ominous.”

Finnrick made the mistake of leaning closer to the window, peering around to see if he could see where exactly the storm was coming from when it happened.

“Watch out below!”

Finnrick noticed three things in that moment: First, was of course, someone shouting to watch out below. Second was the distant sound of claws scratching something wooden, the walls perhaps. Lastly was the thudding of something falling down quickly and towards him.

Finnrick rose his hand, pivoting on his heels in time to see something crash into him.

It wasn’t much of a contest: Both Finnrick and whatever slammed into him broke through the fifth story window and went sprawling into a freefall.

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