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bluewhitehues · 3 months

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Hug | Kim Mingyu

Summary: You secretly like your bestfriend chan,he has no idea and sets you up on a blind date with his friend and hyung Mingyu.

Genre: Angst? (Little bit), comfort, strangers to lovers, fluff

Pairing : Idol Kim Mingyu × (f) reader

Part 4

It was Sunday. The boys have their practice today that means mingyu and chan are going to meet. As soon as Mingyu goes to the practice room he spots chan but chan tries to avoid him lingering by seokmins side.

"YOU you fuvker come here right now-"

Mingyu tries to grab him while Chan's shoving a confused seokmin in between them he's asking what's this about ,what happened.

"This bastard told me he'd set me up on a date with y/n, turns out he told her it's a blind date instead of telling her it's a date with me"

"Ah hyuuung.. come on I tried my best for you two I had no other way i thought this would be the best option" chan whined

"Yah dino-ya that isn't nice, think about how he must've felt he was so excited to go" Seokmin scolds chan.

"Exactly my point ...what best option chan, did you even think about me? I thought she agreed on a date because she likes me as well ..did you think my feelings were a joke? Or am I that desperate that you'd have to lie to her for a date ? If I had known I'd find some other way to do it myself do you think I couldn't ask her myself? " Mingyu asks.. there's hurt clear in his eyes.

Chan feels terrible now his voice gets small when he speaks ,"hyung I'm so sorry...I should have thought about you more I didn't think that far, trust me I just wanted you two to get along and may be like each other cause you both are so precious to me and you both are one of the most amazing people I know ...I swear I just thought about your happiness."

Mingyu sighs," you shouldn't have done that but it's ok I forgive you."

He can't stay mad at his little brother for long anyway.

Chan hugs him suddenly, he really does feel very bad, "I'm sorry again hyungg you know I love you right?"

Mingyu pats his back while rolling his eyes, but he's smiling, "yeah yeah I love you too but never pull such stunts again."

Meanwhile there's jeonghan, hoshi and basically all the boys staring at them, they heard everything obviously.

"so you went on a date? That too with y/n ? And you didn't tell us?" Seungkwan speaks for everyone while they are nodding along with him waiting for mingyu to answer.

"It was a first date I didn't know what will happen ofcourse I was going to tell you all if it all worked out-" chan cuts him off, talking with his eyes widened, "wait a minute..it didn't go well?"

"I didn't say that."

"Then? " Chan asks again.

"I mean uh she was pretty shocked ..she didn't think it'd be me , so I didn't want to make her anymore uncomfortable, so we just talked normally, we went out for a walk then I dropped her off ."

"THAT'S IT??" Chan asked his eyes comically wide.

"uh yeah like I didn't want to burden her so I said we can be friends."

At this, they all collectively facepalm themselves.

"Seriously mingyu??? FRIENDS???" hoshi says looking at mingyu like he's ridiculous.

Jeonghan also steps in, "yeah like it was a date right? no romantic lovey dovey thing happened? Instead of asking her for another date you asked her to be friends?"

"You didn't even try to flirt with her or something? " Says Seungcheol.

"I did all this for nothing then" chan says in disbelief.

Mingyu closes his eyes, rubbing his hand on his forehead frustratingly at their questions. "Can you all just drop it please? I'll manage by myself thank you."

"yeah just lets get back to practice." Wonwoo says rubbing mingyu's back comfortingly.

Then they go on with their day.

And you, You're enjoying your weekend resting at home. When you get Chan's text.

Dinosaur 🦖: So you frienzoned mingyu hyung??

You: WHAT??? He said that??

You're confused Mingyu wouldn't do that, would he?

Dinosaur 🦖: No he said you were shocked,he didn't want to make you uncomfortable so he suggested you can be just friends.

Dinosaur 🦖: But hello I'm disappointed?? I even planned your wedding in my head and what did you do? You frienzoned each other 🤐🤐👏🏻👏🏻just great

You: woah woah no one told you to get that excited buddy and definitely not on a date which you planned by lying

Dinosaur 🦖: Pleaseee I said I'm sorry and don't make me feel more guilty I was already about to cry if mingyu hyung didn't forgive me...I don't think I can ever trouble him again even jokingly

You: was it that bad? Is he ok?

You can't help but feel bad thinking about him.

Dinosaur 🦖: well it's all my fault.. but girl atleast now you take some effort 🙄 I've found you such a great match and you're gonna keep him as your friend??

Dinosaur 🦖: God y/n even god wouldn't forgive such a thing.. I hate to say it but girls would die to be at your place right now.. GAME UPPPP I will even give you tips on how to flirt if you want

You roll your eyes at that.

You: Oh please I'm great at flirting you're the last person I'd take help from, you've done enough just go and focus on your practice for now..byeee

Dinosaur 🦖: BYE🙄🤐

Your thoughts take you to Mingyu again, "he must be hurt", "should I talk to him?", "what if he thinks I'm pitying him."

Your train of thoughts get interrupted by another ping of your phone , you pick it up to see mingyu's name on it.

On the other hand, Mingyu promises himself that he won't be sad anymore cause what is there to be sad about right? He's always the one who thinks about the brighter side of the situation, everyone says he's just too positive and hopeful even in the worst situations but Mingyu takes pride in that .. cause not many people have it, it takes a lot to be that positive,that courageous, that happy. So he's just gonna be himself.

Cause before yesterday, First- he didn't have your number, Second-you weren't on talking basis/you had zero connection, Three- He didn't have you even as a friend.. so for him it's win is a win kind of situation.

You read his text.

Mingyu : Heyy ..so chan asked me something about your purse??

You: oh shitt I forgot to tell you ..I lied about that to get your number from him 🫢

Mingyu: well don't worry I covered for you, you owe me something now👀 ..also should've asked me for my number directly, I'm more than willing to give it to you.

ONE THING ABOUT MINGYU IS HE WILL FLIRT, and your heart will suffer . Well in his defence he said you will be friends...there was no part where he mentioned he won't flirt or he won't try to woo you. So it seems you just gotta prepare yourself.

You huff at his reply, you started talking to him just from yesterday but you already got to know that this boy was a flirt ..a smooth one at that.

And were you feeling giddy, were you blushing? Well may be

You: Oh I'd have definately..asked it by myself. But you see it was an eventful day so kind of forgot to ask ...also yes I do owe you a big one, for yesterday as well ..tell me what I can do ? How about a meal?

Mingyu: Wouldn't that be a date?

You: it'd be whatever we will treat it as ..we said we'd be friends so it'll be us trying to build our friendship may be? Come on friends go to eat together all the time

Mingyu: Fair enough then, when will we go ?

You: Um I've work from tomorrow i'd be only free at dinner time 😕 is next week ok? If yes let me know when you're available

Mingyu: oh that's sad:( .. okay will go next week I'll let you know the time.

You: okayy cool ..see you then :)

Mingyu: Yes take care :))

You don't know but he's smiling at his phone right now, just as you are :)

In evening you meet chan he had promised you a meal so he's here at your apartment with lots of take out food and cake and muffins.

His practice was almost a day long so you had told him to just go home and take rest you'll plan to meet some another time . But he improvised the plan and came here.

You take all the food from him happily smiling looking at it..."Woahh you brought so much food"

He gives a toothy grin to you, "well I know you, I knew it'd keep you occupied "

You instantly stopped smiling and blinked at him ,"oh damn you almost had me distracted" you blink at him again.

He knows something is going to happen now, he is on alert..Then you're placing all the food down on the table, going to the couch grabbing a pillow andddddd he is running then, you run behind him.

"You asshole I promised myself i'd beat you up stop right there you bratttt"

He's screaming when you reach him and hit him with the pillow, "Ahhhhh this feels like some deja vu" he's running again and then going behind couch, giving those puppy eyes ..."I'm hungry" blink blink "I'm so tired and I was dancing the whole day, I'm so exhausted already and you're not even letting me eat I said sorry now stopp"

Your mouth hangs open at his antics..you huff..."Should learn emotional blackmailing from you ,go and wash your hands I'll get the plates"

He gives you a big big bright smile and runs to give you a quick hug before going to wash his hands.

You smile at him shaking your head.

You guys eat your food while talking.

He keeps asking about the date, so you tell him that it kinda got ruined because you were nervous so to make it up to Mingyu you decide to take him out for a meal .. he's teasing you about how it's a date when you keep denying it isn't.

"I don't know about you but on our planet here we humans call it a date" he says smugly.

You roll your eyes at him "whatever chan it's a friendly date then."

He shakes his head at you, saying you're impossible.

"Btw do you remember yunjin?"

"yeah the girl you're currently seeing ?"

"Yeah her...I think it's going to work out for me this time." He's smiling softly at his plate like he's thinking about her..."She's nice".

"woah woah look at you all blushing Lee chan"

He laughs," I just- I really hope it works out this time .. I've always wanted a serious relationship and this time it seems like it'd work ...I'm serious and I feel she is too." He says while smiling looking at you.

And honestly you want that for him as well.Cause he looks so happy just talking about her so sincerely. Whatever you thought about him you were never that childish to be jealous and think I wish I was the girl. No , you can't force someone's feelings. If he feels that for someone you'd always root for him. You always pray for your close people's happiness and he's one of them so why wouldn't you want that.

You coo at him.."Aww, I'm really rooting for you Chan you deserve it you deserve every happiness in this world."

He smiles at you, "thank you y/n, I'm also rooting for you" and then he dramatically winks at you. You know exactly what he's saying so you groan and threaten him to stab him with the fork if he doesn't shut up. He laughs at you.

Part 5

A/n:Hey lovely readers, this is it for today hope you enjoy it💗

Also the female reader isn't someone too deeply hurt or too deeply in love (about chan) she is not the jealous type, she has made her peace with everything so you won't see her feeling all these emotions deeply.

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padfootdaredmetoo · 29 days

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Spellbound - Chamber of Secrets

Peaky Blinders X Harry Potter - Part Four

Previous Parts

Summary: This is just a short blurb about the family at the end of COS and the summer. Thinking the chapter for the end of Prisoner of Azkaban will be pretty long, and then of course I'd like to spend a lot of time on the fourth book and then moving forward as things get darker. I have a great request for the beginning of Order of the Phoenix. If you have any ideas for POA GOF OOTP HBP or DH, (or any Peaky Blinders events too) please send me a request so I can add it in.

Thanks for all the love on this series! <3

The second year of school went just as well as he had expected. A giant fucking snake tried to off him. He lay in the hospital wing already knowing what was going to happen. Ron and Hermione were both asleep. He was so thankful they would be alright. Ginny was safe, and he knew a thing or two about Voldemort so he’d write to her over the summer to see if she needed anything. Something about the pain he inflicted made a person want to turn inward and isolate, Ginny was already so quiet, he didn't want her to disappear.

He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths for a brief moment he thought maybe his family wouldn't come. He’d be in and out of the hospital wing so many times at this point maybe they got tired of coming? The feeling made him sick, he didn’t want to be a burden on his family, especially the Shelby’s.

He heard hushed voices arguing and he relaxed immediately. They pilled in through the doors and Madam Pomfrey was at a loss to try and stop all of them. You rushed in managing to escape her and landed on his bed wrapping him in a big embrace.

“I must ask you all to leave. He needs to rest! I sent you a letter confirming he is unharmed -”

“Unharmed! He’d bandaged! -” Polly snapped moving over to his side to look at his arm.

“Not to mention traumatized by the giant snake that tried to eat him,” John said following his Aunt.

“Definitely going to be some lawsuits coming your way,” Esme said giving her a hard look.

“Look at our little fighter! Snake didn't stand a fookin’ chance against our boy!” Arthur boomed, throwing a few fake punches in the air. Ron sent Harry an amused look from across the room.

“Ah Poppy, you haven't aged a day,” Sirius said with a wink handing her a box from Honey Dukes. She took the gift still trying to get a word in to respond to all the rude comments.

“Thanks for looking after him. I almost had a heart attack when I read your letter.” Remus spoke with his hand on his heart. Madam Pomfrey's flushed annoyance quickly turned to sympathy as she looked at Remus. “It’s a real relief for us to know you're here for him, I couldn't stand someone else -” Remus shook his head unable to finish. She patted his arm tenderly.

“Try to keep them quiet dear,” She said softly. “See if you can get some food into him too.” She gave Remus one last look before retiring back to her office.

Sirius gave Remus a wild look that made Harry want to burst with laughter.

“Oh don’t start with me.” Remus snapped.

“I didn't say anything.” But Sirius’s smile said it all. Harry laughed with a full heart seeing his family all together.

“Finn was caught in a school exam or he would have come along too,” Polly said.

Thomas stood at the end of his bed. He hadn’t spoken but looked at Harry in a way that meant he cared. Most people wouldn't have seen it but Harry knew it was there. Something he could trust.

“Now, how are Ron and Hermione?” You asked softly, tracing your fingertips along a newly healed gash above his eyebrow.

“Good, they will be alright.”

“Ron and Hermione, didn’t some girl get flushed down a toilet?” Arthur asked, his voice still completely too loud for a hospital wing.

“You met Moaning Murtle?” Sirius asked.

“Oh we met her alright,” Ron called out. Everyone let out a sound of greeting at Ron’s voice.

“Where is the little pumpkin head?” John called out. Ron got up and they cheered him on. He moved over to Hermione's bed next to Harry and pulled the curtain open.

Hermione gave them a big smile. She was still a deathly shade of pale, but her eyes were bright.

“The Three Musketeers,” Polly said affectionately.

“How many times is this castle going to try and kill you three, Eh?” Arthur asked shaking his head. “Should have both you come ‘round this summer to learn a few things.” Ron’s face perked up and Hermione fought the urge to laugh.

“My sister’s going to be okay. She’s still in a healing sleep.” Ron said changing the subject.

“Are you really going to file a lawsuit?” Hermione asked her eyes looking to Thomas.

“No.” Tommy said and Harry let out a breath.

“The school trying to kill you is at least half the fun,” Sirius said with a smile and Remus elbowed him in the ribs softly.

“He’s joking,” Remus said. “We will talk to Dumbledore about our concerns.”

Hermione nodded then closed her eyes again.

Thomas gave a nod of his head towards the door and everyone got the message. They needed to let them rest. The way Sirius set his face told Harry he would not be leaving.

They said their goodbyes and Polly assured him that it would only be a week till he was home again. Harry watched you get up to give Tommy a kiss and return to his side.

“You need to come home early just write to us.” He patted Harry’s foot and Harry gave him a nod.

“Thanks for coming.” He hated how emotional it sounded. Tommy waved him off.

“Couldn't keep them away. Looking forward to having you home kid.” He gave Harry a nod and then left.

Sirius, Remus, and you stayed and he was grateful. The three of you went on to tell them whispered stories of their many nights in the hospital wing. Hermione dozed off and Ron tried to keep his laughs to a minimum due to his bruised ribs.

Remus went down to the kitchens and brought back two trays of food. Ron’s eyes almost teared up.

Eventually, night fell and Madam Pomfrey gave them a hard look.

“I can stay if you want,” Sirius said, and while the comfort of having Padfoot at his feet sounded nice. He knew he would be okay. Sure there might be random bits of Voldemort scattered around but his family had chased those scary thoughts away.

“I’ll be okay, if I can’t sleep I’ll use the mirror.” He lied to make Sirus feel better.

You leaned in to kiss his forehead and adjusted the blankets. You did the same to Ron.

“Really, if anything happens you call us right away. No heroics.” You said sternly and the boys nodded.

Harry watched them leave and found it wasn't that hard to drift off with a full stomach.

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That Summer was one of his all-time best. Mr. Weasley won a contest and wanted to spend the money on a trip to Egypt. He placed the letter down and tried to think up his best negotiation skills. He looked both of you over as you ate your breakfast.

“Erm -” he cleared his throat earning him both your and Tommy’s attention. “You know how it is having kids. Mr and Mrs. Weasley never get a lot of time to themselves.”

“Don’t all their kids go away to school for most of the year?” Tommy said giving him a look.

“Yes, well - I was thinking maybe I could invite them over. See if they want to go to Egypt alone.” Harry looked up from his eggs on toast with big eyes. He watched the silent conversation play out between the two of you.

“I think that would be a nice idea,” Tommy said. “Business is in a good place. I’ll be around more anyway.”

“We’ve got the space.” You agreed.

Harry continued on “I’m also worried about Ginny, you know. I think it would cheer her up after everything. Not to mention we can help with chores and I can give my pocket money to the cook to help with the food increase-”

“Harry we said yes.” Tommy stopped him. “If you are negotiating with people you have to pay attention.” He scolded him but Harry didn’t care. He beamed and ran upstairs to write to Ron.

Harry moped around the house waiting for the letter back. He would understand if they would all want to go to Egypt, so he added that they could come stay after their trip too. He sent a letter to Hermione and just as always he got a response by the end of the day. Her parents are taking her on vacation to visit family in France. He told her to have fun.

He waited and wondered if maybe they hadn't got the letter, maybe they had already left.

The phone rang in the middle of dinner and Tommy let out a disgruntled sigh of annoyance.

“It’s fucking dinner. Who the fuck calls me in the middle of dinner.” But Tommy knew full well it could be a family member in crisis, so he watched as you got up to answer the call.

“HELLO - THIS IS AURTHUR WEASLEY.” Harry heard his voice from across the dining room and darted to the other phone in Tommy’s office.

“Hello, Arthur.” You said pulling away from the phone. “Don’t shout just - softly.”

“Oh, like this?” he said still speaking very slowly.

“Exactly.” You encouraged him.

“Merlin’s beard! It’s like you're standing next to me!”

“I know it’s great.” You smiled. “Is everything alright?”

“Now I hate to call during supper. But the family is rather excited about Harry’s letter.”

“Ah yes, how do you feel about it?”

“Well, they are quite keen on going to yours. Are you sure you want to take on the lot of them?”

“Of course! It won’t be a problem. We have lots of room. Field in the back for Quidditch.”

“Yes yes, they have mentioned the Quidditch. Wanting Sirus to teach them.” you laughed at that.

“Of course, they are more than welcome to come after your trip as well.”

“Ah kids, staying at yours is apparently more exciting for them.”

“Still I don’t want to interfere with family time, just thought maybe you and Molly would appreciate a vacation alone.”

“Dear, you have no idea how nice that sounds.” He chuckled. “Well, Percy is adamant about staying home to study, but everyone else good to go. I’ll have them pack up and we can send you some money for food -”

“Oh gosh no. Don’t worry about that. Have enough to feed an army and then some.”

“Well if you change your mind on that just send us a letter.”

“Alright. Might be easiest to get them here by floo.” You suggested.

“Oh yes, certainly. We will send them over on Monday?”

“We look forward to it.” you smiled.

“Well, thanks again love. I’ll let you get back to your supper.”

“Thanks, Arthur. Cheers!”

The phone disconnected and Harry let out a whoop of triumph. He was so excited.

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Harry wondered how things could work so easily. They were initially a bit intimidated by Arrow House, but once settled in Harry loved how they fit into the family.

Fred and George being the eldest worked with Sirius and Remus to construct the Quidditch pitch. After that, he felt his family was the happiest. There was no leftover school drama. The world wasn't ending. No threats from the business.

They would wake up eat the breakfast you’d cook them in the kitchen. Sirius and Remus would come and make them laugh and put on records while they ate. They’d pile outside on to the pitch and practice. Sirius would show them different moves and plays while Remus read.

Ginny was by far the easiest to teach, something Harry thought was interesting. He was just happy she didn't feel left out.

Then the family would get off work and watch them play. Harry looked down at their blankets and chairs in the grass, food and wine laying around, sun kissing their faces. He listened to them laugh and shout out cheers and commands that didn’t really make sense for Quidditch. He knew this was the happiest moment.

They would have a late supper in the grass, then sit by the river when everyone cleared out. Fred and George would tell them scary stories from a book they had found in the library, editing them of course to feature magical creatures. Sirius would have them in the cottage teaching them card games till the late hours of the night.

Harry knew they had never had their own bedrooms before, and was shocked that they all ended up piling into his room. This just meant the jokes and stories could continue till they fell asleep.

He had never laughed so much and slept so little. He really didn't want the summer to end as if something inside him knew that this was going to pass. The warmth of the summer would fade and the reality of his situation would be coming towards him soon.

With everyone he loved around him and having fun it was easy to forget about Voldemort.

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #peaky blinders imagine #harry potter #peaky blinders x harry potter #tommy shelby x reader #shelby family

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a-strange-inkling · 1 year

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couple questions 1 & 8 pls (I think we know first questions answer but ı need your pow as my favourite writer 🤗💃)

1. What do they think of each other's family? And how does the family feel?

Ah thank you!! 😊

Oooo yes, well, let’s start with Chrissy’s side with Laura, Philip and Matt. Laura obviously hated Eddie for taking her daughter away from her, she believed he was everything that she stood against in life and she could never and would never accept him. Even when Chrissy sent letters telling her how happy she was and that they were starting a family together, she still hated him to the bitter end, not just for who he was and how he lived his life, but because Chrissy chose him over her. The feeling was mutual, Eddie also hated her for what she put Chrissy through, for starving her and neglecting her, for all the emotional abuse that still effects her so badly. She was the reason she was cursed and he never forgave her for it. He probably would have tried for Chrissy’s sake if she had ever come around to make things better, but he would never have trusted her. Especially around the girls.

Philip was apprehensive of Eddie and how he was connected to his daughter going missing, but the reason why he didn’t try to build a relationship with him at first was mainly because of Laura. He didn’t make any contact with either of them until about six months after they moved to Chicago and didn’t see them until Livvy was born. Once he got to know Eddie he could see that he was a good man who loved his daughter very much. Eddie still has his issues with Philip, for standing there and not doing anything to protect his daughter, but he can see that while he’s a weak man, he does have a kind heart and loves his daughter and granddaughters. They get along well enough. Eddie can see that he’s trying and that’s enough for him to meet him in the middle.

Matt didn’t know what to think of Eddie, he was the guy who everyone thought kidnapped and murdered his sister and then they guy who took her away. He spoke with Chrissy a couple of times before they moved to Chicago, but he was confused and angry about what had happened. It wasn’t until Livvy was born when he went to see her and Chrissy with his dad that he started to get to know him. Eddie really felt for Matt after Chrissy moved out, he knew how much Chrissy loved him and missed him, and he knew the kid must have felt abandoned so he really went out of his way to connect with him and take him under his wing when he came around. They have some stuff in common, Matt’s a pretty big closet nerd. While he loves Matt very much, he can see a lot of his father and even his mother in him, so there’s some strain, especially when he hurts or upsets Chrissy, but he’ll always be there for him.

And on Eddie’s side there’s just Wayne and we know how he loves his Chrissy girl. He knew she was special the moment he saw her and Eddie together at the hospital and was immediately charmed and delighted by her. He loves her and protects her with the same ferocity that Eddie does and was happy to give her a home when she left hers. Chrissy was nervous of Wayne at first, afraid that he would hate her for everything she put Eddie through, and burdening him when she moved in. But he was so much like Eddie, sweet and kind, a true gentleman. He made her feel safe and put her at ease. Chrissy adores him and sees him as more of a father than her own.

Guess there’s also Eddie’s dad though he’s not really family, he’s a scumbag. We’ll see how he and Chrissy react to one another in future stories.

8. What do they find physically sexiest about each other?

Answered this one here! 💖

Thank you! 😘

#hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic #old haunts #couple ask game #ask answered #anon ask

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wolfwarden · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 5 & 24- Blood Loss, "I don't want to do this anymore."

Word count: 3,703 Fandom: Linked Universe Characters: Time & Warriors (@gintrinsic-writing this is at least partly your fault. 😅) -

Time wakes slowly, his heart stuttering oddly in his chest. The wound in his shoulder burns and overshadows the aches flaring all along his side from where he hit the ground. He struggles to raise his head, but a steady hand presses down on his chest, trapping him.

“Stay down. You’ll only make yourself dizzy.”

He hates how easily he’s held down. Is the person beside him that strong or is Time that weak? He frowns and tries to blink the world back into focus. “I hit my head, didn’t I.”

“No. But you’re bleeding a lot. Take it easy.” The tone is gentle and fond and familiar. Time finds it hard not to relax into those words. They make him feel very young, like when he first met the Captain in the War of Ages. It had been an odd adventure, with a different hero looking after him instead of- Wait. His thoughts are sluggish but he tries to push through. That is the Captain’s voice. I'm with him but he’s Warriors now and I… I was hit. He tries once more to sit up.

“Old man!” Warriors snaps at him and grabs Time’s arm, grip strong and steady.

The world dips and sways for a moment before leveling out. Time leans closer to his support, his pulse thundering in his ears as he sucks in a shaky breath.

“Stubborn cuss. I told you.”

Once again the hands push him forcibly back to the ground. “Ah. It’s the blood loss, I take it,” Time says, avoiding Warriors' exasperated gaze by focusing on the rosy sky behind him. The sunrise has painted the morning a deep pink.

“The- of course, it’s the blood loss. You had an arrow in your shoulder!”

Time tries to inspect his tunic, fingers fumbling over torn and bloody (but thankfully arrow-free) fabric. Warriors bats the probing fingers away. Time’s fingers instead follow a trailing bloodstain up to the captain’s beloved scarf, reaching up and tugging at the stained fabric just under Warriors’ chin. “Getting sloppy.”

Warriors’ hands give a rough jerk as they wind a bandage around Time’s wound. “Don’t worry about it.”

Is it normal for the world to tip so unnervingly? Time feels he might topple over despite already lying flat on his back. Or maybe he’ll fall up into the sky. He fights to pull his thoughts back in line as his mouth babbles on. “You’re normally so careful. Probably ‘cause you’ve had a lot of practice.”

“Doing what? Patching you up?” The words are lighthearted but Warriors seems distracted, eyes flitting from side to side. “I’ve had enough to last me a lifetime, Sprite.”

“Sorry.” The shadows at the edges of Time’s vision darken and stretch for a moment, so he tries to slow his breathing, fighting the pull of unconsciousness. But the air feels too thin. It whistles in and out of him in quick, shallow bursts. “I might pass out.” His voice sounds wondering, like a child’s.

“Yes, you might.”

But that wasn’t right. He just woke up. He’s recovered from worse injuries than this without feeling so heavy and weak. Stubbornness makes him clench his fists and gather himself for another attempt at rising.

He fails.

It rankles to think Warriors will have to take care of him on top of leading the others. He’s been taking on too much recently, Time thinks, and he’s going to burn out… Memories from the past couple of weeks crowd forward in his mind: Warriors jumping to patch everyone up after battles no matter his own injuries; Warriors insisting on seeing to tasks alone so the others could rest; Warriors wandering back into camp with an unconscious hero in his arms, stubbornly putting himself in charge of their recovery.

Frankly, it was alarming how frequently that last one had been happening, and Time wasn’t about to become the next burden. “Help me up,” he says.

“You’re too weak.” A gentle hand sweeps over his head. “Rest now.”

“Silly to go back to sleep this early in the morning. It’s time to be up. So I should be up.” Time tries for a teasing smile but Warriors’ answering look is still tense. He tries for a more sincere tone, searching for the key to let him win this argument. “I’m not that kid anymore. I should be taking care of you.”

“You do.” The words are soft and difficult to catch. “You are.”

“Not enough,” Time insists.

Warriors hesitates before answering in a near-whisper, “Too much.”

Something in those words isn’t right. Time tries to sit up again, to get a closer look at Warriors, but weariness has him bound to the ground. He wants to assure Warriors that he sees him and everything he does for them. Everything he did was for the good of the group.

Warriors sucks in a shaky breath. “You were already so pale… but I couldn’t…” His face twists into a pained expression before he gives his head a sharp shake. “No more. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

There’s something amiss here, Time thinks, like Warriors is trying to convince himself of something, but Time’s sluggish brain still won’t cooperate.

“It’s okay. It won’t happen again.” Warriors finally turns to look at Time, eyes bright, cheeks flushed from the recent fight. He looks more energized now than before the fight began. He slots his arms under Time’s shoulders and knees and in one motion has him hoisted into the air.

But that can’t be right. Time’s vision floats in and out of focus but he knows this can’t be real. Warriors carry him in full armor? The captain is strong but not that strong, so what on earth is happening…

Time blinks and finds himself on the ground again, armor and weapons removed, bundled in a blanket and soaking in the warmth of the mid-morning sun. Legend is lying close to his side, similarly bundled up. Their veteran still hasn't fully recovered from yesterday’s battle, where he’d taken a hit meant for someone else. He seems to be sleeping peacefully now and Time can’t bring himself to wake him and ask how he really made it back to camp.

“Need something warm to drink?” Wild crouches next to Time, steaming cup in hand, looking much less pale than he did yesterday though he still wears a bandage around his neck at Warriors’ insistence.

“Thank you.” Time reaches for the cup but pauses as his hands shake. He glares at them, trying not to feel too irritated with his body’s weakness. Malon would put up such a fuss if she knew how hard he was being on himself again.

Wordlessly, Wild helps him into a slightly more upright position and guides the cup to Time’s mouth. The homey taste of milk and honey floods his mouth, but a bitter aftertaste has him grimacing.

Wild watches him with far too innocent an expression.

He laces his question into a single word, “Wild.”

The young man snorts. “Sorry. Mixed a bit of red potion in there.”

Even as he says it, Time can feel the ache in his shoulder ease considerably. “You shouldn’t have wasted it.”

“It’ll only be a waste if you don’t finish it. Drink up.”

He begrudgingly raises the cup only to have his hands tremor again, slopping honeyed milk over the side.

“Careful!” Wild steadies him. “I guess,” he asks disappointedly, “you’re still feeling weak too?”

Time frowns. “It would appear so.” This was not the first instance of this happening. Another injury that felt worse than it should. Another potion that healed flesh but did not restore strength. The puzzle nagged at Time.

“Warriors thinks we might have gotten a bad batch of red potions at our last stop, but Four thinks that there’s something about this era that’s affecting us.” From the pinched expression on his face, Time can tell the mystery is bothering Wild just as much.

Time tries to push his cup back to Wild. “Give the rest of this to Legend.”

“Oh, no, you’re drinking that. Besides I’ve already had Legend drink a potion.”

Time looks over his shoulder at Legend, still sleeping through their whispered conversation. He already senses the answer but can’t help but ask, “No change?”

“No. His wounds are all closed up but he still seems so drained.” Wild sounds tired himself. “But then again, there was a lot of blood….”

Indeed there was. Time can remember it clearly. The crack of a metal blade splitting a shield. Legend’s shocked cry of pain. Warriors' blinding panic as Legend fell back against him, blood splattering across the captain’s face. He recalls the way Warriors curled over Legend, equal parts protective and manic, shouting at them all in a near scream “stay back, I know what to do, just give me space!”

Time shudders, a chill snaking through him.

“Time?” Wild lifts the cup again. “You need to drink.”

He obeys if only to spare Wild from having to worry over another patient. Despite its offensive aftertaste, the warm drink does its work and by the time it’s gone Time feels the irresistible pull of sleep. He doesn’t fight it. “Wake me in an hour,” he mumbles. Perhaps after a short rest, his thoughts will stop tumbling over themselves. Later, in the clear light of day, perhaps things will make sense.

~~~

When he wakes, there is no sun to greet him. Cold moonlight paints the campsite and Time is groggily counting the Hylian-sized shapes on the ground before his thoughts properly crystallize. He reaches seven, counting himself, before his ears catch the harsh whispers of conversation from deeper in the woods.

“They’ve settled in for the night but still close enough it makes me uneasy, ‘specially considering we’ve got injured.”

That was Twilight. Was there danger nearby?

“But not many?”

Warriors’ voice, his tone sharp and focused.

“Four Bokoblins, a single Lizalfos, and a couple Like-Likes. Easy pickin’s.”

Time could almost hear the eye-roll in Twilight’s voice.

Twilight continued, "I'll keep an eye on 'em for now and we can pick them off just before daybreak."

Ah. Nothing too out of the ordinary then. Twilight was adhering to Warriors’ standing “orders” (though he was careful never to frame them as such): No splitting the group to pick off unaware monsters. No solo hunts. And certainly no unplanned attacks at night.

"No.”

"No?" Time feels his own surprise mirrored in Twilight's response. "But you-"

"Look at them, Rancher. Our companions are all exhausted. I know I don't normally condone this, but let's clear these monsters on our own."

Time can't see Twilight's expression, but the silence drags on uncomfortably long. There's the soft sound of a few footfalls drawing closer, then Warriors’ voice sounds again.

"We need to look after them. Time especially… he was so pale after the fight today…"

"You think he's getting sick?"

Twilight's concern is an almost tangible thing, the weight of it pressing down on Time. He wants to roll over and object that he's fine, but he holds still. There’s an awful creeping feeling, born from years of adventuring, cautioning him to wait.

Warriors hums in contemplation. "Yes, that might explain a few things. A sickness."

"Four told me yesterday that he's concerned about Legend and Wild. They haven't been acting right either."

"How so?" Warriors’ voice has turned harsh. Time knows how seriously Warriors takes sickness running through his camp.

"Too weak, too lethargic."

"Rancher, they are recovering from massive injuries. Of course, they're extra tired."

"Legend barely sleeps through the night injured or not,” Twilight replies, sounding unconvinced, “but he's been in and out for almost two days."

"Blood loss, Rancher."

"Then what about Wild? Bruises and broken bones don’t equate to blood loss there. But he's just as weak-"

"He was just as weak. He's much better now and he'd be horrified to hear you call him that."

The sound of Twilight's teeth snapping shut is audible. "I didn't mean it like that!" came the growled reply.

A low chuckle responds, "I know, I know."

“He insisted on watching over Time in case he woke up, but did you see him afterward? He helped Time get a single drink and then had to sit and rest. Wild. Sitting still voluntarily! The both of them out at the same time is just….” The anxiety in Twilight’s voice made Time feel guilty like he was peering into fears Twilight hadn’t permitted him to see.

Warriors says, “Do you think I want them to be hurt?”

“What? No, of course not.”

“Good. I don’t want it to happen. But sometimes it does. All we can do is take care of them afterward. It’s a cycle of loss and regrowth, but we can manage,” he whispers intensely. “We can survive this.”

There’s a pause, then, "I don't know that I ever thanked you. When he fell. You jumped down after Wild faster than anyone."

Time could supply the rest of Twilight's thoughts. ‘Faster than me.’

Twilight continues, "And then you carried him all the way back up the mountain path." Time hears a quick shuddering breath. "The whole time you were gone I kept imagining-" his voice cuts off abruptly.

Time remembers. He remembers the relief of seeing Warriors crest the ridge, Wild tucked carefully in his arms. He remembers how Warriors had laughed off their panic, doing his best to put them all at ease. He remembers Warriors teasing them about being old mother cuccos, shooing them away from Wild so they wouldn't wake him and aggravate the pulled muscle in his neck that the defective potions couldn’t seem to touch. He'd been so attentive and careful to keep ice chu jelly on the bandages, changing them out himself. Time had been proud of how Warriors had practically adopted all the boys, acting almost apologetic as he’d looked after them all.

Everything Warriors did was for the good of the group. Time clings to that.

There’s a shuffling of feet in leaves and Warriors says, "You're a good man, Twilight. You care about others and you protect them.” Warriors’ voice drops low and Time strains to hear more. “All I ask is that you let me help this time.” There’s a shuffle, perhaps the sound of Warriors clapping Twilight’s shoulder, and he says in a much more lighthearted tone, “No need to wake everyone for a few Bokoblins.”

There is a moment of silence where Twilight doesn’t answer.

Surely not, Time thinks. Twilight has sharp senses. He’ll realize something isn’t right here.

“…Unless you think Wild would be willing to sit out for the fight in the morning?”

There’s a snort of derision and the sound of footsteps trailing away from the campsite.

They’re leaving. Time couldn’t put into words why the realization filled him with dread. He didn’t know what he suspected, if anything, but there was a warning screaming in his head that bad was going to happen.

I have to follow them. I need more information. He rolls carefully to the side, shivering as his blanket is left behind and exposes him to the chill night air. Legend, toss-and-turn-through-the-night, and lightest-sleeper-of-them-all Legend doesn’t even twitch. Time plants his hands flat on the ground and carefully lifts himself to his knees. A wave of dizziness hits him but he holds steady until it passes. And it would pass. He would wait it out and make it to his feet. Precious minutes tick by until Time feels steady enough to rise. He does so slowly, hating how wobbly his legs feel, but he’s up. He allows himself one small triumphant grin before he takes his first careful step forward.

He falls.

“Time!”

The half-whisper half-yell startles Time and he whips his head around from his undignified sprawl on the ground. Four scuttles over to him, leaving a hastily abandoned bedroll behind.

“What happened? Why are you on the ground?”

“Nothing happened. That’s rather the point,” Time grumbles, breathing much too hard for a man who had only attempted to get out of bed.

Four gives him a narrow-eyed look. “I guess the better question is ‘Why are you getting up unassisted in the middle of the night?’”

And what can he say to that? ‘I got up to eavesdrop on our mutual companions?’ ‘I went to stop a foolish risk?’ ‘I have a bad feeling?’

Four waits patiently.

“I hardly know myself.”

Four does not look reassured. “Did you hit your head?”

“No.”

“Well, let’s at least get you back to bed.”

Time thankfully (or shamefully) is only a few steps away from his bedroll so Four manages easily enough to support Time’s awkward crawl back. He’s shivering uncontrollably now and Four tugs on the blanket, trying to tuck it in snuggly around him.

“I’m all right now. Don’t fuss.”

Once again Four pins him with a look that conveys his disapproval more than words could, before grabbing a spare cloak from someone’s bag and layering that over Time as well.

Time is hit with the urge to laugh at the image Four presents. The littlest of all the heroes but with such a solemn, world-weary look. But Four has seen the world, Time reminds himself. He is an ally, not a child to be protected. He repeats that fact often, especially with Wind. Sharing a burden is not something that comes naturally to him, Malon of all people could attest to that, but he’s learning. He’s trying.

Perhaps tonight he should try harder. “I’m worried about Twilight and Warriors.”

“Oh?” Four’s gaze flicks over the camp. “They’re on watch tonight. I assume they’re scouting now?”

“Yes. But I-“ The words are hard to get out, sounding even more foolish spoken aloud, “I have a bad feeling.”

“You feel worse?”

“No.” He grits his teeth and then glares up at the stars, pointedly ignoring the pale face of the moon grinning back at him. Anxiety twists up inside him, warning him that something was coming that he wasn’t ready for. It’s old paranoia. Don’t let it control you. You have no proof of anything.

“You really need to rest, Time.” Four pats Time’s leg as the older man forces his body to relax. “The fight today was brutal. Honestly, I’d be more surprised if one of you didn’t come back injured after Warriors had you two pull away from us like that.” Four rubs his face tiredly. “I know he’s trying out new strategies, but I don’t see the benefit of isolating a few fighters from the group after we’re already engaged in combat.”

“Wait, he-“ An icy knot forms in Time’s stomach as he tries to recall details of how he was shot. “He did that intentionally?”

Sticks snap and crunch underfoot as Warriors himself walks back into the clearing, drawing their attention. The sight that greets them has Time going rigid with shock. Twilight is slumped against Warriors’ side, an arm slung over Warriors’ shoulder, head hanging limply to his chest.

No. Not him. It’s now a horribly familiar sight, another injured boy brought back to camp. Hurting. Unconscious. Cursed, Time thinks. Perhaps we’re all cursed in the moonlight.

"What happened?!" Four calls, rushing over, but Warriors holds out a hand.

“No! Stay back!"

Four jerks back in confusion, gaze bouncing between Twilight, deadweight against Warriors’ side, and Warriors, who holds him upright easily.

Time’s heart races and the shrieking warning in his mind reaches a crescendo. He dares not make a sound.

"You were right, Four," Warriors says earnestly, eyes glittering black in the moonlight. "Twilight told me. There must be a sickness going around.”

“What’s wrong with Twilight?“

“He collapsed.” Warriors lays Twilight gently down, careful not to jostle his head. Even from a distance, Time can hear Twilight’s labored breathing. “Must’ve been hiding how sick he was feeling. Typical Rancher.” Warriors shakes his head and holds a warning finger up to Four. “You must have sensed it before anyone else.” Then he smiles admiringly. “Though I shouldn’t be surprised. You've always been the clever one. But now we should take care to spread out and keep the sick quarantined from the healthy."

It makes sense. It sounds logical. Time wants to argue against it. But he lies still and doesn’t open his mouth. Warriors seems to not have noticed him and that feels like the only good luck he’s had since the last portal brought them to this cursed land.

"But-"

Warriors snaps, "Please, Four, we need some of us to stay healthy. We're defenseless if everyone is sick at once!” The fierce look is turned off in an instant, replaced with the former pleading and gentle manner. He places a hand on Twilight’s chest without breaking eye contact with Four. “I'll look after him, you know I will, but I need you to guard the others and keep them from getting too close and infected. Will you help me?"

Don’t do it. Time wants to scream but he can’t articulate why. He won’t imagine why. The only thing that would make sense of this is if Warriors wanted them to be hurt. But he couldn’t. He didn’t.

Four nods. "Of course."

Warriors smiles back, and to Time it seems a sinister thing.

But the nights of the full moon always set him on edge like this. They made him paranoid, seeing shadows in the dark, making his heart race. Yes, that must be it. Not my brother’s fault, Time thinks. Not the captain. Everything Warriors did was for the good of the group.

Time tells himself this, but finds it harder to believe it.

He digs his fingers into the dirt on either side, fearful of the world lurching around him, tossing him into the night sky and into the maw of the cruel moon. He holds on and prays for daybreak when everything will make sense again. He can’t trust himself at night. Old paranoia. Yes, that was it.

The moonlight incites accidents that should never have happened. It paints the face of his brother into hard panes and a harsher smile.

It glints on white teeth, making them seem unnaturally long in the moonlight.

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uniquezombiedestiny · 2 years

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🔊 + owen, but also + vera

for owen:

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out of sorts i’m lost in a lie / kinda funny how everything good seems to die

i’m so tired, burdened by choice / ever bound to speak in someone else’s voice - hes pretty much trying to follow the others choices but he is So Tired

less than none, i’ve already won / ‘til the job is done by no one - he just. disappears. but comes back bc he has a whole ass job and also lives with people ('when do i get to go home and see my family?' 'thats the neat part! you dont')

let’s fade to black and disappear / finally at peace with a revere

falling apart your plastic heart

ah, what a mess, you’re second best

build it up and drown it out / and look at what has happened now - pretty much the same as the 'less than none' lyric

turn away what can’t be accepted / all of my imperfections - continuing from the last line (lyric? line? idk). his explanation for why he just. leaves

it’s getting hard to see / maybe i should let things be

holding on and ripe for rejection / ah, what a warped perception

it’s quite the shameful deed / i’ll let you take the lead - just disappearing and coming back is shameful so hes just like. im gonna be in the background. everyone elses got this 👍

out of chances to make things right / kinda funny, i tried with all my might - out of chances to fix things/himself?

oh, i’m so weak, i’m immature / ever bound to seek and never know for sure - hes trying to find a purpose (probably) but like. the rest of this/the above line exist so its hard

“keep it moving! you can’t stop now” / how i’ve made this far, i don’t know how

ah, always forward, never turn back / the past will move and then start to unpack

stutter and stop / these mangled memories of mine - could be regular memories becoming warped to him, or if he gets to know hes in a timeloop and get all those memories hed just. lose it for a while

keep splitting apart / you’re drowning in the wine - continuing from/same thing as the above line

fake it ‘til you make it / try a little harder - kinda like advice from his friends or his observations of how theyre so okay (they arent but yknow they act like they are)

grinding to a halt / you’re nothing but a martyr - both in general and about day 50 as a like. realization that maybe this (living to d50 [unlike everyone else]) was his purpose

hes just. depressed as hell. tbh that explains like all of this lol

also i didnt consider this being owen much until now and wow it actually fits pretty good

aaand for vera:

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“ah, i’ll try a different viewpoint!” / another fallacy

despite all my best intentions, i still played make-believe - about the 'turn back now' line. in relation to the 'vacant places' line, she could be looking in the wrong places

i’m scouring the vacant spaces / to find an awful sight - trying to find the truth of the timeloops and how to stop them

despite the dread i still move forward

turn back now, you can make this right - about the above + going down the wrong path/having the wrong solution or intention (saving everyone by just obliterating the loops + their problems. live in a fantasy :))

none of that matters anyway / surely you can live your life another day? - vera @ everyone lol

waste away, always dreaming / again, confused! it’s so deceiving

so we live a lie seldom would detest / close your eyes and breathe a sigh, who would have guessed - theyre at l corp, a. wing thing idk. wing of the world?? its a good job on the outside 👍

and still, to say that this is best...?

every photo triggers recollection of what’s gone / caught the perfect angle, begging to be lead on

so, dance along! tell me i’m everything and more / still ignored, how deplorable!

i can’t be what you want

in this empty city, the shadows run our lives - the city + the head running it both suck. everybodys sad etc etc

just outside the stillness, i’ll wait in the moonlight - in l corp shell wait to save the people there

there’s no need to cry! tell me, were you hoping for more? - either mv @ vera or vera @ like everyone once she straight up becomes the light/her own hopes and dreams (thief of hope moment)

make a mess, fake a happiness / my vision starts to blur - continuing the last line, 'fake a happiness' being about how her light-y like. state makes people stuck in one place in time, never able to feel negatively. but if its about mv @ vera then instead she just gets happy out of like. absurdity ("isn't it funny???????????" <- losing their mind)

i like vera :) i always thought this song fit her. also kinda fits manager vera too, and like. all the veras really

also i see bleach as like this songs brother song (and it fits gem whose pretty related to vera [in a story way lol])

#ty for the ask :) i love my blorbos #learned more about owen through this #finally he gets a story #im kinda like. ig overhauling my ocs rn #so this is nice #and also if these like contradict anything idk #i base so much of this off songs #and homestuck classpects #asks #owen #vera #lc ocs #oc lyrics

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mwahkazu · 3 months

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୨୧ character ; — kazuha x fem! reader [ fruits basket au - hurt with comfort ]

୨୧ synopsis ; — in a life of solitude, wistfully walking among a sea of people, kazuha longed for something more out of his ill-fated life. it wasn’t until he met you that he realized that “something” was rather someone.

note: when i tell you the day i discovered the jp va for yuki and kazu’s was the same i screamed (figuratively) I LOVE THEM SM???🥹

"thank you for keeping that promise from so long ago."

kazuha had never known such a feeling—like the strings of an intricately embroidered thread that held together the bonds of promise and kinship slowly started to unravel.

though it was buried beneath years of self-deprecation and anguish, it was always there with him. from his birth, kazuha would never know what it meant to be “alone,” so long as he was tethered to the one he believed he could never go on living without.

but being together with them was painful. it was a burden to always remain at their side and not ever feel a need for something more. even when all kazuha ever wanted was just that.

it brought nothing but hurt so why—why is there a sudden heartache dwelling deep inside him?

"the original memory forgotten by everyone. the original promise. goodbye..."

you had stepped out for a moment to grab yourself a glass of water. all the studying you two had been doing for the past few hours was slowly getting to you.

in fact, you were on the verge of falling asleep right then and there on the kotatsu. the textbooks filled with nothing but hundreds of math equations becoming a mere blur in your drowsy mind.

while you were fighting your inner demons to stay awake, kazuha was stifling his chuckles off to the side, finding your failed attempts to stay awake adorable. the way your eyelids drooped as you nodded off to sleep. the occasional soft snore that escaped each time you succumbed to the tiredness enveloping you.

so being the responsible student that he is, kazuha immediately suggested you both take a 15 minute break. even when you tried denying the fact that you were tired, prodding him to continue studying, he didn’t budge.

“you’re tired, love.” he said, gently grabbing your hand and caressing your fingers. “it’s just a small break and then i promise we’ll go back to studying after, okay?”

and now here you are, downing your second glass of water, the cool liquid freshening you up right away. you desperately want to grab a can of cold brew coffee as well, but kazuha has practically banned you from drinking anymore caffeine during exam week. he even got rid of the ones he had in his fridge! that little…

heaving a sigh, you shut the fridge door. before heading back upstairs, you decided to bring along a few snacks to share with kazuha, making sure to grab some of his favorites.

“hey kazuha, i grabbed some snacks for us to eat!” you called out, smiling cheerfully as you made your way into his room. “i may or may not have gone overboard with them, but since we’re taking a break, i figured we might as well—”

your words are cut short once your eyes land on kazuha, seeing a stream of endless tears spilling from him scarlet eyes, a trembling hand placed over his mouth.

you quickly walked over to him, letting the snacks in your hand drop to the floor as you knelt by his side, softly calling out to him as he remained at a standstill. you’d never seen him in such a state before.

without a thought to spare, you began to reach your hand out towards him with the intent to pull him into an embrace. but just before your fingers could even brush him, you stopped. ah…that’s right.

the inability to comfort him in your arms was a painful reminder of the invisible wall built to separate you two; that stupid curse.

it has never been easy. from the beginning, you knew what difficulties would lie ahead the moment you decided to be with kazuha. he tried countless times to dissuade you. that being with him would bring nothing but pain your way as he wouldn’t be able to love you the way he wanted to. the way you deserved.

and yet, you never stopped trying. but in moments like these, when the reality of it all sets in and eats away at your aching heart, you want nothing more than for it to end. you would rather die than be forced to sit here and do nothing but watch him drown himself in tears.

hesitantly, you retract your arm, moving to add space between the two of you again until you feel kazuha’s fingers wrap around your wrist and without uttering a single word, pulls you towards him.

“i love you.” he whispers, as he gently cradles the back of your head while hugging you tightly, his warm tears falling against your skin as he buries his face into your neck.

“since i first met you and the moment you decided to make me a part of your life…you’ve become so precious to me.”

“kazuha…”

“it hurts. it feels so much lonelier than i could ever imagine but…” he pulls away, smiling meekly as his tear stained eyes stare into yours that start to brim with your very own.

a gentle hand cups your cheek, thumb lightly brushing over it. his lips hover just a few inches away from yours for the briefest of moments until he finally closes the gap. eyes closed as he pressed his lips onto yours, which felt just as soft as he had always pictured.

"but now, i'm finally free to love you with my whole being."

[ kiss scenes are so hard :P my aro/ace ass could never LMAO ]

#✿ ノ owner’s journal #genshin impact #genshin #genshin drabbles #genshin x reader #genshin kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha #kazuha drabble #kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #kazuha x y/n #kazuha angst #kazuha fanfic #anyways furuba lovers rise

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visionkept · 10 months

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" what's your name ? " the prince gently offers his hand to the STRANGER on the floor . his guards surround them & although Kaeya is YOUNG, he is still a PRINCE . still in charge ; body moves to stand in the way of them , kaeya's entire demeanour screams: ' do not touch them. do not harm them. '

hand under chin, Kaeya contemplates the person in front of him . they will do. they will be my companion .

" come . you'll be with me. i'll take care of you and i will see to it that no harm comes to you . ah,

my name is kaeya. prince kaeya, if you must . but just kaeya will do . " // KADMWLSLQLA

THEY SHOULD BE DEAD BY NOW. They got nowhere else to go, no one to get back to and NOTHING to live for. At that point they would be more of a WALKING CORPSE than anything else, grasping on the few strains of light that their dark and miserable life held. Barely making it up to another day, another week and another year. But that will change today, RIGHT ?

Sold at a young age by their father as an undesirable mutt. The bastard child of a noble in inazuma as the product of an affair with his maid. Since day one their life has been nothing more than a BURDEN to those around them, USELESS to the eyes of their progenitor. Their mother couldn't stop him from giving away her child and as consequence, Tomo had it rough from the beginning. Taken to the main lands of Teyvat, far away from home to become the servant of those who have bought them for a generous amount.

But Tomoya has never been one to stay still. As soon as they had gotten a chance, they had ran as far away as possible. Taking dangerous routes and traveled distant regions they couldn't recall. With nothing to their name except a single pocket knife they had managed to find in an abandoned bundle. It's all they got and all they'll ever call 'theirs'.

They've come this far, SURVIVED for a year or two this way. Stealing, lying and bleeding along the way. They don't know the names of the nations they have been in . . Inazuma ( their place of birth ), Liyue, Sumeru, Mondstadt and now . . . KHAENRI'AH. . .

There's three CRIMES they committed in the fallen land. The first, STEALING. A couple of apples and carrots had been taken from a caravan in a desperate measure to eat something, anything. Second, fighting back the knights that had tried to arrest them. Kicking, punching, screaming and so much more. Third, attempting to MURDER someone. It had been an accident, the knife they used to protect themselves had almost taken down one of the official knights by mere chance and for that, others decided that Tomoya deserved TO DIE.

Dragged by their blond mane to the plaza for the public execution. Even then they tried to break loose though the grip was too tight and if they had managed to do so, another guard would have taken them back. It's a DEAD END, that's it. Their story ends here.

'I don't want to die', they think to themselves, 'I don't want to die! NOT HERE, NOT THIS WAY!'

It's not over yet.

HE, out of all the GODS and celestial beings in the sky, has given them another chance. Guards kneel down, a reverence for the PRINCE of these lands. Everyone shuts and listens to his words, as if he was the SUN that guided this GALAXY, as if no one could shine as bright as him.

Tomo doesn't look up, not until the other speaks at them. There's no rejection in his voice and instead of a glare they are met with a soft gaze. They are being treated as a HUMAN BEING. . . How odd, it's the first time that has ever happened to them.

Why isn't he mad ? Why isn't he roaring like a lion ready to kill the mouse that had invaded his territory ? Both are nearly the same age, perhaps a year or two of difference at most. In another time and era, they could be equals. But right now, the prince stood in front of a commoner, an alleged "CRIMINAL" by those guards that urged the noble to stand back for his own safety. Treated as an ANIMAL, a savage when they are just a kid wanting to live for another day.

❝ Tomo. . . ya. . . TOMOYA. ❞ No one knows their name and barely they know it themselves. No last name accompanies it though, as well as no star is found on those VIOLET hues of theirs.

With nothing to lose they stand by his side. Eyes are set on the two, JUDGING and not letting go. They don't know what to say besides nodding, a bit confused still on this LANGUAGE they haven't mastered fully.

Honestly, they don't get it. Tomoya takes his hand, in their face there's confusion, wondering why was he being nice to them. What was so SPECIAL about them that was WORTH SAVING ? No idea. Nevertheless, KAEYA has to be the FIRST AND ONLY person to ever held a hand out for them and for that, TOMO WILL TRUST HIM.

#geleum #︾╼╼ █ █ ║˚ ▹ ASK.▕🗲#AU VERSE TAG ft. geleum TBA.#HOWLING RN. as u can see i LOVE THIS AU sM ALREADY #kaeya pointing @ the sad blond puppy in the corner: I WANT THAT ONE #toto took his hand and kae got an xbox notification with the unlocked achievement 'I WILL NOW DIE FOR U'

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along with me, who was unable to say goodbye or move on || hanji || trial 5.4 || re: goodbyes

I suggest sayin’ all yer goodbyes right now.

That's what they said. Even with that monotonous voice of theirs, the words weighed as heavy as their heart did when they said it, pins and needles in their hands and climbing up their arms the same way it did 10 years ago.

10 years ago, when they couldn't say anything...

...and let him slip through his fingers.

This entire game, that's all they wanted to communicate. It wasn't so much that looking to people for comfort was a bad thing in here, but... it still posed the risk of unexpectedly losing someone you loved. To see someone lose another, without getting in everything they wanted them to know before it was too late...

It hurt.

It stung.

It burnt.

It was like looking into a mirror they couldn't break, no matter what they did, no matter how many times they tried to close their eyes, or look away, or anything. Unbeknownst to themselves, they just didn't want anyone going through what they did.

Having regrets that burden you to this day, and having words left unsaid, adding weight to your shoulders when the person you wanted to say them to was no longer here. And those unsaid words only swirl in their head, changing up the meanings, fixing the sentences, yet, they'd still have no one to say them to. No one but a grave.

So, when everyone actually follows suit to their suggestion...

"...Ah... well, I'll be damned..."

They huff out a laugh, then hiccup, before bringing a hand up to their face to hide their smile.

They're crying.

For once, for the first time ever, they felt like everyone finally understood. Not just them, but each other.

Not just that, they were important to people here.

Who would have thought anyone here would actually respect them to a degree they've always dreamed of? Not being idolized, but actually being respected, and cared for, and loved.

And, shit-- they're so immensely happy they were able to help others, too. They wondered if Risumaru would be proud of them, for helping their friends the same way he helped them. They wouldn't be here, surrounded by so much love, if it weren't for him...

So, with that, even if Hanji died here... even if Hanji swore they'd continue to live for Risumaru... if they couldn't keep that promise, surely they'd be forgiven, right?

For spreading the love he gave them.

"God dang it, yer all makin' me emotional. I... fuck. Shit. I-- thank you. All of you. Not jus' fer-- fer the nice words I got, but fer... listenin' t'me. I-- All I ever wanted was fer no one t'be cursed wit' never sayin' what they've wanted t'say b'fore it was too late.

I'm fully aware my approach on that was dogshit. That's jus' how I am. But... well. I guess. Jus' this once, I'll say I'm sorry if I was too harsh."

Sniffling, they move their hands to wipe their eyes, revealing the bittersweet grin upon their features.

"Ehh... but, I s'pose is my turn, eh? I mean... I did suggest this last-words circlejerk. I already said my shit to Nyako though... So..."

[...]

They take in a huge breath... wrapping their arms around Jinpachi and Futaba and giving them a squeeze. It was time for everyone else.

"I'on think I need'ta say shit to ya two. I already got my last words out on ya this entire game. Should be obvious that I love th' both'a ya like family, eh? I'll miss ya both, an' I know you'll both miss me too. I trust th' both o' ya t'find my dad an' siblin'... an', shit, if ya find my body somewhere here, steal it an' spread my ashes 'round my home village, a'ight?

Mika, I know I already told ya, an' that ya prob'ly got th' memo already, but y'ain't gotta worry shit 'bout bein' normal. Folk loved ya fer bein' you. As long as yer doin' the shit ya wanna do, as long as yer happy wit' yerself, as long as ya respect yerself, then what other folk think don't fuckin' matter. Yer a delight, an' I'm not jus' sayin' that 'cos y'remind me o' myself sometimes.

You too, Tsuneo. Don't let others do shit t'stop ya from what ya want. I'm real glad y'were able 'ta break free of whatever bullshit yer family was draggin' ya in'ta. Y'don't deserve t'be glued down by shitty family obligation. I want ya t'find a passion ya really want an' love. I wanted ya t'be free. An' I was hopin' I could help ya find that... but, even if I can't, I'm sure others here will.

Hayato... hah. Yer a real fresh breath o' air. I jus' want ya t'know that ya got a real good heart. I can't even begin t'fuckin' imagine bein' as sweet an' kind as you, but that's th' point of the world havin' so many people on it, eh? If I can't be kind... then someone else can. We all have different jobs 'ere, an' yer no exception. Yer useful, an' yer loved. Otherwise, why the fuck else would we have saved yer ass? Jus' know that it ain't ever a bad thing t'be emotional. That's what I was taught long time ago.

Murase, I ain't tell ya not t'sacrifice yerself jus' 'ta call ya an idiot. I told ya not t'do that 'cos it... it hurts the folk around ya. It hurts th' people who love ya and care 'bout ya. It-- It hurt when the person I loved sacrificed himself in front'a me, even if he had good intentions... so. Please. Respect yerself. 'Cos others worry 'bout ya. Ikko would want ya t'see th' worth in yerself an' the world too. she would wanna see ya finish those jobs an' grow.

Loic... ah. Aheheh. I'll be honest-- it's gunna be hard try'na think o' stuff t'say to ya. But... after realizin' that we all aren't jus' faceless freaks, I guess I owe ya sum'n or whatever. I don't blame ya fer doin' whatever the fuck ya did last trial-- these games were designed fer us t'beef. I jus'... I dunno. I kinda wanna thank ya fer... lovin' Imai. I'm at least glad you two were able 'ta love before it was too late. An' well, if yer jus' actin' again, I wouldn't hesitate t'pretend y'ain't exist again. But if yer geniune... well. We'll see what happens then. I prob'ly pissed ya off plen'ny, but honestly, I never hated ya. Our types jus' don't mesh, an' shit, that's totally okay.

Hayashi. I... fuck. I cannot thank ya enough. Ya really made me realize... that Riz's death ain't gotta be such a fuckin' tragedy. I was... too harsh on his decision. He-- he really must'a... sacrificed himself not t'protect his classmates, but... to protect his precious memories too. T'protect memories of... me. I... f-fuck..."

They hiccup and sob against their will, hiding their face with their hand as they turned away slightly to hide it.

"I... god. I'm jus' happy y'all won't die wit' regrets, now. I-- I really am.

Even in this shithole, hope still continues to exist... we jus' gotta keep livin' fer who dies. Find closure fer everyone who died, in fact. 'Cos, in the end..."

And they look up to everyone, smiling the brightest they've ever had, looking the happiest they've ever looked, being the most emotional they've ever dared to show everyone at once.

"They'll forever live in the ways they've made us grow."

#ch5 #hanji

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fitzs-trained-monkey · 2 years

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Spectral Perception

Title: Spectral Perception

Word Count: 8,000+ (I kept it under five digits this time!)

Summary: You had a superpower. You could perceive and give form to non-corporeal matter. That is to say, you could see ghosts - okay, so just one ghost in particular and it's really not even cool because when you touch him he just gets ten times as annoying. || Kol Mikaelson x reader

Warnings: None that I can think of...

Prompt: "If you're gonna keep giving me crap comments, can you at least give me crap comments with purpose!?"

Requested by: @kyn-lyn-blog Thank you so much! This was surprisingly difficult to write but I think it turned out pretty good.

Here lies my Masterlist and if you want to request something from me, check out my Cot Kerfuffle! Enjoy the show!

I’m a burden, I know it

Annoying, needy, just a bit

But when I apologize

You just roll your eyes and you grin

How come you’re oh-so-kind to me?

Why waste time on me?

Darling, I don’t understand.

So sad you’ll never hear it

From my two lips but it’s true

So sad I can’t quite say it

But I can show it to you

It's too bad you may never know it

But I’m in love with you too.

- So Sad, Too Bad by Cassie (I wrote a song, don't steal it)

Lives are lived in stories. You could say on some authority that the stories of your life were a little bit stranger than most, but such is the burden of a necromancer. See, it all began the day after your 19th birthday. That was the day you had started seeing ghosts - just one ghost actually.

You had thought he was just some sort of late-term transfer student. He just showed up one day and sat at one of the empty seats, lounging about with his feet propped up on the desk as if he owned the place. It bothered you, but you ignored him. Then he started talking - or rather, you started hearing him and the guy never shut up. He always had some snide comment to toss out and it grated on your nerves like nothing else, yet your professor never addressed him. Then one day, he took it to the next level.

The class was in the middle of a test, it wasn’t a huge test but it was significant enough. Then along came that idiot.

“Well, my darlings, I’m bored out of my mind!” He announced, not even five minutes into the test. He got up and sauntered down to the very first seat on the first row and leaned down to peer at the student’s laptop. “Oh! So close,” He hissed. “ You forgot the negative sign on the three, if not for that you would have been right as rain.” Then he straightened up and moved on to the next student. “Ah, somebody found the cheat sheet, didn’t they? Congratulations-” He squinted to read the name written on the tag attached to the student’s backpack. “- Darell, you’re going to kill someone in the future because you were too lazy to do math.” Then he moved on to the third person in the row. You tried to ignore him this time but you couldn’t help glancing up when the annoying boy made a harsh choking noise and slid around the desk to crouch in front of the student. “Darling, honest question for you… how the hell did you make it past the second grade? I’ll admit I don’t know what the requirements are, but I am sure you don’t make them. You, poor child, are doomed!”

And this student he was talking to didn’t even glance up! He didn’t move or flinch or anything. It was as if no one could hear the annoying British boy except you. But if no one else was paying him any mind, then you wouldn’t either. The boy kept going around the room, making snide comments about every student’s work. You had to admit, annoying as he was, the boy wasn’t stupid - he seemed to know what he was talking about from what you heard between your aggressive attempts to ignore his existence. Eventually, he got around the room to you. Just like everyone else in the room, you pretended as if you couldn’t see him, and you thought you did a good job of it too. He leaned on your desk, so close you were practically leaning against his chest, and hummed what you had to admit was a beautiful tune, swaying back and forth while he reviewed your answers.

“Would you look at that, someone who might actually pass. It’s a bloody miracle!” He declared, not without his usual bitterly sarcastic tone, before moving on. You couldn’t help the triumphant smirk that drifted over your face.

After class that day, you packed up your things and followed the annoying boy out of the classroom. Physics was always your last class so you didn’t have anywhere else to be that afternoon. You tried to be subtle, following close enough to keep up with him but not too close to be suspicious. After a solid hour of walking through the streets of your home city, the boy found his way to the botanical gardens and you followed him in, albeit with confusion. With looks like his, you hadn’t taken him for the shy, botanical garden type - you weren’t blind! He may have been annoying, but he certainly wasn’t ugly, he could have had any girl he wanted - his whole vibe seemed to scream troublemaker, not flower-boy. When you found him again, he was sitting with his back against a cherry tree, just enjoying the quiet it seemed. You didn’t know his name, so you did the only thing you could.

You marched right up to him, put your hands on your hips, and cleared your throat.

“Gudsuntite,” He said, not even bothering to open his eyes.

You gave a tight smile and tried again. “Excuse me?”

“You are excused,” The boy muttered. You almost laughed… almost.

“What on earth is your problem?” You demanded. The boy seemed to tense up. He opened one eye… then the other… and then he sat up, wrapping his arms around his knees. You couldn’t help but notice how cute he looked when he did that. He glanced around briefly before staring up at you in confusion.

“Can you-” He cut himself off, hesitating. “Can you see me?” He asked, almost cautiously.

You frowned. “I know you’re trying to make me look dumb, but the only one who looks dumb is you. I’m not falling for that.”

“A-and you can hear me?” He actually had a really nice voice when he wasn’t being bitter and rude. The little almost-smile on his face was pretty adorable too.

“And you’re going to keep going with this?” You snarked back. The boy scrambled up from his seat on the grass, easily towering over you.

“I promise I’m not tricking you, darling. Please just humor me, what color are my eyes?” His little smile was growing bit by bit and you found it hard not to smile too.

You rolled your eyes. “Brown, okay? Your eyes are brown.”

The boy’s little smile broke into a full-on grin. “You can see me!” He laughed. “Já! Heilagt Hel! Þetta er besti dagur dauða míns! Þetta er ótrúlegt! Ég ætla að kasta upp! Bíddu, má ég kasta upp?” You weren’t sure what language he was speaking but judging by the way his voice quieted and his face scrunched up with confusion you guessed that the last bit was some sort of introspective question.

“Wait so, are you actually crazy or just a huge jerk?” You wondered, raising a brow. The boy shrugged.

“Little bit of both, I think,” He grinned, tilting his head. “Tell me, darling. Do you believe in ghosts?”

“No,” You responded immediately. “Of course not.”

The boy chuckled; it was a happy, friendly sound, yet it sent a chill down your spine. “Well that makes this a little awkward, now doesn’t it?” The look in his eyes wasn’t the one of some college boy pulling a prank. But you still refused to believe it.

“No, no.” You shook your head. “Ghosts aren’t real. They can’t be real!”

“You might want to think again,” He said.

“No, this is some kind of trick, a-and it isn’t funny,” You insisted. The boy threw his head back and laughed, it was more hysterical than anything.

“You know what isn’t funny?” He asked, striding over to a bed of roses not too far away. “This!” The boy tried to reach for one but his hand passed right through it; he waved his hand back and forth through the rose bush but his hand just flickered, distorting like a tv image with bad reception. “This is just bloody hilarious!” He got up and demonstratively brushed his hands off with a scowl. “Believe me now?”

You stood there, frozen with shock. “Who are you?” You demanded in a whisper.

The boy flashed you a devilish smirk. “Kol Mikaelson, original vampire, in the non-corporeal flesh.” He gave a flourishing bow. “Oh, and vampires are real too, along with witches and werewolves, and don’t even get me started on dopplegangers.”

You blinked, eyes wide. “You, sir, have been drinking Kool-aid. Mmhmm.”

“Oh definitely not.” He said softly. “I haven’t had anything to drink in months…” His voice trailed off and his gaze drifted to your throat. As you watched, his eyes seemed to fill with a blackness that crept from dark veins that spread across his cheeks like the strands of a spider’s web. His mouth twitched up in a smile, revealing two incisors sharp enough to tear flesh to shreds. You shrieked and stumbled back.

“Okay, okay, okay! I believe you! I believe you!” You cried. Your foot caught on a root and you tripped, landing on your back jarringly. In the blink of an eye, he was standing over you, tilting his head. You threw your arms up, ready to protect yourself, but no attack came. Instead, there was laughter, happy, gentle laughter. You blinked and refocused. The demonic features faded from the boy’s countenance and he grinned down at you in a way that was simply friendly, holding up his hands in a peaceful gesture.

“Relax, darling. I’m not going to eat you,” Kol assured.

“No?” You questioned.

‘No.” He shook his head and you let out a sigh of relief, letting your head fall back against the grass. “Not yet, anyway.”

Your eyes flew wide. “Woah, wait. What?”

“Kidding!” He quickly exclaimed. “I’m kidding!”

“How do I know that?” You eyed him skeptically.

“I’m a ghost, sweetheart. I couldn’t hurt you even if I wanted to,” Kol said.

“So you don’t want to hurt me?”

Kol blinked. “Of course not. You’re the first person I’ve been able to talk to in months,” He said. His voice was soft and gentle, like silk. He stepped closer, and you felt your resolve melting as he watched you with something tender in his eyes. “I wouldn’t trade you for the world.”

“Thanks… I guess.” You shook your head, still not sure how to feel about all this. “I came over here to tell you something.”

“Ah, yes!” He nodded happily. “And what was that?”

“How abhorrently annoying you are,” You deadpanned.

His face fell. “Oh… Well, that’s just too bad…” He said mournfully.

“Why?”

“I haven’t talked to a person in months, darling.” Kol grinned. “I am never leaving you alone!”

“Oh, good grief.” You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t be like that,” He scoffed, still smirking like a madman. “We’re going to be best friends!”

“Somehow I doubt that.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Not really, no.”

Kol just laughed in that carefree way you had already started liking. “I bet all the stars in the heavens that one day you’re going to like me, Y/N… It is Y/N, right?”

You shook your head and sighed. “It is and I don’t have to take that bet.”

“Why not?” He challenged. “Scared you’ll lose?”

“Oh, not at all,” You replied. “I just don’t think that having all the stars in the heavens will do me very much good as a broke college student. You can buy them online for twenty bucks.”

That was how you discovered that you could see the one singular ghost. As it turns out that was just half of what you could do. You learned about the rest a little bit later in an empty classroom.

The boy made good on his promise. Ever since that day in the botanical gardens, Kol had taken to following you around pretty much everywhere you went. At first, it was miserable, and it never stopped. Kol always had something snarky or inappropriate to say, which of course made you laugh at the worst of times. One such instance was what led you to uncover the entirety of your abilities.

You had a biology test, a big one, and Kol had taken to singing that infernal bottles of beer song. You had tried ignoring him, really. But there are just some things a person cannot ignore, one hundred and forty-eight bottles of beer on the wall for example. Technically it was two hundred forty-eight bottles of beer because he'd already counted down from one hundred and had started counting up after that. Needless to say, you were two-hundred and forty-eight bottles of done with that ghost boy.

You raised your hand. "Professor, I think I'm having a panic attack. May I be excused?" Your professor looked at you over the top of his glasses.

"History's empty." That was all he said. You nodded and promptly left the room. Kol, of course, followed just like you knew he would. You easily found your way to the history classroom and threw yourself into one of the seats, putting your head down.

"Good decision, darling. It was getting stuffy in there," Kol said, hopping atop one of the seats. You couldn’t believe he had the nerve to keep talking.

"Shut your mouth," You snapped, lifting your head.

"Why?"

"Because you're annoying."

"I can't help that I'm bored!" He defended lamely, throwing his hands in the air.

"But why do you have to bother me?" You demanded.

"Because you're fun to bother," He answered, smirking. “That’s what friends do!” You glared at him and put your head down again.

“We’re not friends,” You mumbled. “I don’t want friends.”

Kol’s smirk faded. If you hadn’t known who you were talking to, you might have said he looked concerned. “Why not?”

“Because friends are just an unnecessary responsibility,” You said sourly.

“Oh, I see how this is.” Kol pouted. "Are you mad at me?" That was all it took to set you off.

You rose from your seat and turned to look at Kol in his smug face. “What is wrong with you?”

“A great many things,” He replied with a cheeky smile. “Shall I make a list?”

"No!” You shouted. “Stop dodging the question, you always do this! You annoy me to death, and I want to know why! Why do you do this? You always make those stupid jokes, and it makes me look bad for laughing. Why do you do that? Are you that desperate for attention? Why not just talk to me when I'm not in school? Why do you have to be like this?!"

He shrugged. “Because I’m bored.”

“So what? I’m just some plaything to you - just entertainment?” You snarled.

“Yeah, pretty much,” He smirked, tilting his head.

You weren't sure why, but that hurt. “You’re a jerk, Kol.” You turned away and tugged at your hair, trying to keep yourself together.

“No, no. Darling, I didn’t mean that.” He was trying to backtrack but it wasn’t working. “I-I was just kidding.”

“Is that what you do?” You laughed humorlessly, letting a tear slip down your face. You were so sick of him. Everyone else left you alone, why wouldn’t he? “You just say whatever mean, hurtful, or disturbing crap you want and if it doesn’t work in your favor you say ‘I’m just kidding’?”

Kol blinked and bit his lip. “N-no, of course not. I just-”

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” You cried. “I was doing perfectly fine until you showed up!”

That wasn’t true, though. You hadn’t been fine. You had been lonely and unhappy and throwing yourself into schoolwork to distract yourself from that.

His response was quieter this time. “I just like seeing you smile.”

You blinked. Then you smacked him.

You smacked him because those words changed everything and nothing terrified you like change. Your world had been dreary and grey and then along came Kol and he was like a ray of sunshine. Looking at the hurt in his puppy-like eyes made you realize that maybe he wasn’t trying to be annoying, maybe he was just happy to have someone to talk to. Kol always tried to make you laugh but you’d never really wondered why until now. He was always saying things to make you smile, to let a little sunshine poke in from behind the clouds, and it made you wonder when you’d started hating the light.

"Uh… darling?" His voice made you want to throw something. Every time he called you darling it made you want to smile. You didn’t know how you should feel about him. He was cute but infuriating, thoughtful but arrogant. Kol was just so easy to like and maybe that was why you were so determined to hate him. He was just trying to be your friend, albeit in his own certainly unconventional way, but he was trying. You had just ignored him, written him off as a nuisance, and refused to see his efforts for what they were.

"Don't 'darling' me, Kol. I-" Only then did it dawn on you what exactly had just happened. “Wait a second… did I just?”

"You just slapped me,” Kol said, nodding slowly.

Your eyes went as wide as quarters. "Oh, geez, I’m so sorry. That was way out of character."

“Wait, what are you-” The boy made a face. "Really? That’s what you choose to focus on? Why is that-” He cut himself off with a shake of his head. “You know what? Never mind that! Darling, I’m a ghost," He pointed out. You blinked.

"You're a ghost," You repeated blankly.

"Yep…" He said, popping the ‘p’. His eyes were wide and his expression wrought with a mixture of shock, confusion, and amazement.

"And I just slapped you…" You looked down at your hands. You understood what that meant but your brain refused to grasp the concept.

"That you did." The corner of Kol’s lip twitched up, trying to restrain a smile.

“I shouldn’t be able to do that,” You said.

Kol’s lips parted into that adorable smile of his and now that you weren’t busy trying to hate it, you noticed that boy made laughter sound like a gift. “No. No, you should not.”

Your mouth fell open as your brain finally did its job. “Woah, no! Uh, uh! Nope! That ain't right!” You shook your head, taking deep breaths to try to calm yourself. Kol apparently found that hilarious. He was laughing and you were panicking. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh… Y-you're dead. You're a ghost, you're not here! How did I touch you?" You stammered.

"I have no idea," He said, shrugging. He at least had the courtesy to try to stop laughing but he failed.

“THIS ISN’T FUNNY, YOU WACKO!” You shouted. He made a pinching motion.

“Just a little bit.”

You were trying not to hyperventilate but this was a little bit much. You grabbed the side of a desk and guided yourself to sit on the floor. Kol knelt down beside you. “So, not only can I see dead people but I can touch you too now? T-this isn’t normal! Kol, what’s happening to me?” You asked, feeling yourself begin to tremble.

“Hey! Hey, it’s alright. You’re okay,” He reassured you.

“No, I’m not!” You exclaimed. “Seeing dead people is not okay!”

“Not dead people, darling - just the one.” He corrected.

“Yeah, for now!” You huffed. “I’ve seen enough movies to know crap like this doesn’t stop small. And I don’t even know what this is!”

“Neither do I,” Kol admitted. “But if I had to make a guess, I’d say you’re probably some kind of psychic or perhaps a necromancy inclined witch and this is just your abilities beginning to manifest themselves.”

“You realize how none of what you just said is comforting, right?” You deadpanned.

He raised his hands defensively. “On the brighter side, maybe you’re not very powerful and this is as far as your abilities will take you.”

“What makes you think that?” You asked, skeptical.

Kol’s eyes darted to the side, you noticed he did that when he thought something was obvious. “Well, I’m not the only ghost in the area, darling.”

“Y-you’re not?”

“No.” He shook his head. “However, I am probably the most powerful in regards to latent magic, perhaps that’s why you see me and no one else.”

You snorted and raised a brow. “What makes you so special?”

Kol gasped, placing a hand over his heart mockingly. “You wound me, Y/N!”

You huffed a laugh. “I think you’ll live.” His smile made you blush.

“I’ll have you know that before I died, the first time that is, I was a very powerful witch,” He informed you.

“Oh, that’s cool.” You nodded.

“Yes, it is.”

“Did becoming a vampire take your magic away?” You wondered.

Kol smiled but the action was pained. “Yes, actually. It did.” You could tell that was a sore subject for him.

“That sucks.”

“It really does,” He said quietly.

“I’m sorry.” You just wanted him to know that. You weren’t quite sure why.

Kol looked up, blinking quickly a few times. “Oh… Um, t-thank you.” He watched you, searching your face for something. Perhaps he found it because a soft smile danced across his lips then.

“You’re welcome.” His eyes bored into yours and you could feel your cheeks heating up, so you looked away. It was silent between you for a moment. You knew there should be hundreds of frightening thoughts dashing through your head, but your mind was surprisingly calm.

“Y/N?” He spoke up.

"What?" You turned your gaze back to his face. For a powerful one thousand-year-old vampire, he seemed so young. You had never seen him look so vulnerable as he did at that moment. He wanted to ask you for something.

"Can you… can you do that again?" His voice was quiet and gentle, like silk. "Please?"

You tilted your head. "You want me to slap you?"

"No, no. Not that!" He shook his head, wearing that little smile you couldn't help but find adorable. Kol sighed, glancing away. "I just want - I want to touch you… Please? I-it's been so long…"

It must have been torture, you realized, not being able to feel anything for months. You knew by now that Kol wasn’t the type of person to exploit you, he was a gentleman in the traditional sense. So, you reached out, hesitantly this time, and laid a hand on his cheek. Kol's skin was cold - not icy, just not warm. His eyes fluttered closed and the boy leaned into your touch, smiling blissfully at the sensation.

“Your hand is warm,” Kol laughed. “I can feel that.” He grinned and reached up, placing his hand over yours and tangling your fingers together. He held your hand tight and turned his head, nudging your wrist with his nose. “I can smell you too.” He mumbled, pressing his lips to the inside of your wrist. “That’s wonderful.” You had seen the demonic features of his curse come out once before, but that did nothing to dull your fear when you watched the darkness creep across his face. You didn’t think he would hurt you but he seemed distracted…

“Uh, Kol?”

All you got was a faint hum in response. The dark veins didn’t go away and a second later you felt sharp teeth grazing your wrist. You ripped your hand from his grasp and pushed yourself away from him, heart beating wildly though for whatever reason you didn’t feel quite as scared as you should. Kol looked up, his cursed features fading as he opened his eyes and took in the fear written across your face.

He shook his head, blinking. “I-I won’t,” He said. Kol reached for your hand again, eyes full of longing. “Please?”

You bit your lip but nodded and held your hand out. He took it and you knew that his smile would be the end of you one day. Then Kol smirked and tugged you forward, wrapping his arms around you and burring his face in your neck. You flinched and expected to be uncomfortable, you just weren’t big on being touched, but oddly enough, the hug from Kol wasn’t that bad.

“Thank you,” He mumbled, holding you a little tighter. You couldn’t help but smile both at how adorable the supposed powerful one-thousand-year-old was acting and at the evil idea that popped into your skull.

“Don’t thank me yet,” You chuckled, rubbing his back. You figured he needed it. “If I’m gonna keep giving you hugs then you have to promise to stop bothering me while I’m in class.”

The boy groaned. “That’s not fair!”

“That’s the deal,” You declared. “Take it or leave it!”

“Fine,” He grumbled. Then he pulled away to look at your face. “But only because I like you.”

“That’s your mistake.” You shrugged. You didn’t really believe him seeing as you were his only option for company.

He just smiled. “I guess we’ll just have to see.” Then he lifted his hands to cradle your face, just watching you as if you were something special. “Close your eyes?” He breathed. It was a request but you did it anyway, seeing no harm. A moment later you felt him press a sweet kiss on your brow and in the next heartbeat, he brushed his lips over your eyes. Then when you opened them, Kol was gone.

From that moment on, you should have known you were in trouble.

Though it had been rocky at first, time passed and the two of you sort of molded around each other. He learned his way to being your best friend. It was kind of nice having someone to talk to anywhere you went, and Kol was always willing to chat because it’s boring being dead and he really had nothing else better to do… ever. You could get away with talking to him pretty much anywhere too, all you had to do was put your headphones on and pretend you were calling someone, it was that easy! Being friends with Kol was, in a word, easy. Once you got over the part of you that wanted to throttle him day in and day out, the two of you just clicked and it certainly didn’t hurt that he was the cutest boy you had ever seen.

The problem was, Kol didn’t just look cute - that you could handle - no, he also possessed the most adorable personality on the face of the planet. He was still grumpy about being dead, but he had been so long enough to count himself extraordinarily lucky that he had found you. For the first time in a long time, he wasn’t trying to be the sort of monster that haunts people’s dreams, he wasn’t trying to be someone he wasn’t. Around you, he could just be himself - he could just be the eighteen-year-old boy he’d been before he died the first time. You learned that Kol was really quite sweet when he wanted to be, and he was sweet without even trying. He listened even when you didn’t have anything real to say, and his advice was usually awful, but it always made you laugh and that was usually what you wanted anyway. Kol was the sort of person who smiles when he sees a dog and lights up when he gets the chance to explain something he’s passionate about. The sort of person who likes catching snowflakes on his tongue and sits through the extended editions of The Lord of The Rings with you. You’d showed him Star Wars and he’d freaked out when Luke found out Vader was his father. For a boy who’d died twice, Kol was quite full of life.

But he wasn’t alive. Kol was dead.

After a while, you started to feel guilty about how much you loved seeing your best friend smile. Sometimes your friendship with Kol felt wrong. Because over time you came to realize that you weren’t just friends. You couldn’t be, it was impossible. Because in the end, and you’d never liked the end of anything, that word - just - somehow always ends up meaning only. Now of all the people in this great big beautiful and awful world, Kol was one of those people who could never be only anything. In fact, you would say that only and just are the two things he never could be because, from the moment he’d entered your life, he’d been everywhere, a part of everything. You knew he always would be because the kind of friendship you two had wasn’t the ‘for now’ kind. It wasn’t the kind that goes away. It was one of those ‘written in the stars’ kinds, it was one of those ‘the atoms that make up our souls held hands when the worlds came to be’ kinds - it was chaotic and strange, and wonderful, and perfect. It felt like it was made to be something more.

You weren’t sure when it was exactly that you fell in love with him - it was more of a gradual process, you supposed, and entirely on accident - but you would never forget the moment you realized it. It was on a Saturday morning and he had finally beaten you in Mario Cart - the maniac insisted on using the wheel configuration, go figure - so naturally, he was smiling and teasing you about it. You had looked over to where he was sitting on your left and thought of the previous night when he’d sat up with you for hours humming a familiar tune you’d never heard while combing a hand through your hair because you couldn’t sleep. The thought had felt like a revelation: “Holy crap, I’m in love with this idiot.” And you knew it wasn’t the kind of love that goes away. You could have told him then, but you didn’t. Because Kol was dead, and you weren’t. And he wasn’t coming back and you would have to live your life eventually but it wouldn’t be with him. You had fallen in love with Kol because he was your best friend, and you kept the truth to yourself because it would only hurt him if he knew.

But life goes on, so you played pretend until the day you couldn’t keep your eyes closed anymore.

That day was a Thursday afternoon and it was raining. The sky was dark and it was pouring buckets, streetlamps were all on and there were puddles of water everywhere. You liked hearing the rain, so your windows were open while you sat inside at your desk working on your chemistry homework and singing along to AJR’s Normal as it played softly from your Bluetooth speaker. Kol sat on top of your desk precisely where you’d asked him a hundred times not to, holding your hand while he watched you with a smile that said he could be quite happy in that moment if only he were alive. He was content to just sit there and trace patterns along your arm and it didn’t bother you very much anymore. You’d come to learn that Kol was a very tactile person, he had the tendency to cling to you whenever you would let him both because he liked having a solid physical form and because he was severely touch-starved though he’d never admit it.

“Is it normal to stand here, and wish that I was back at home?

Is it normal to tell her I can't be normal anymore?

I don't know

So maybe I should go back home,” You sang quietly, swaying a little bit with the tune of the song.

“Your taste in music is awful, darling,” Kol teased, shaking his head woefully.

“No,” You countered. “You’re just ancient.”

“That point, although true, is completely irrelevant,” He claimed.

“Oh, really?” You weren’t really listening to him as this was not the first time the two of you had debated your music taste.

“Indeed. See, I can commend the artists of this century, the music of this day and age is brilliant… for the most part,” He said. “Yet you actively choose to listen to the ear scorching minority.”

“Your opinion has been noted,” You chuckled softly.

“It’s a shame, truely.”

“Thanks.”

“I genuinely feel sorry for you.”

You rolled your eyes and glanced up from your homework. “If you’re going to keep giving me crap comments, can you at least give me crap comments with a purpose?”

Kol smirked at you. “As you wish, darling.” He hopped off your desk and moved to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and resting his chin on your head. One of his hands fiddled with the necklace you wore and you knew he was looking over your homework. “Four and seven are wrong,” He said after a moment. You weren’t sure how a one-thousand-year-old Viking could be so good at chemistry, but he was practically a non-human human calculator. Apparently, math and magic are closely related.

“Really?” You groaned.

“You said be useful.” He grinned cheekily.

“I meant you should give me some inspiration.” You deadpanned.

“Alright, well how ‘bout this-” He let go of your necklace and took to rubbing your shoulders. You had never even asked him to, he just did stuff like that. “You need to take a break.”

“No, I don’t,” You scoffed. “What I need is to get this stupid assighnment done.”

“Done is not the same thing as done well,” Kol pointed out. “You’ve been at this for three and a half hours, your brain is fried, love.”

“No, it’s not! I’m fine,” You insisted.

“You need frozen custard,” He declared. You leaned your head back and raised a brow at him.

“I think you mean, you want frozen custard.”

“I assure you, my motives are entirely selfless.” He shot you an innocent grin.

“Yeah, right,” You snorted, rolling your eyes.

Kol gasped, fighting offense. “You doubt my honor, darling?”

“Routienly,” You deadpanned.

“That hurts.”

“Good.” You smirked. “I’m almost done.”

“You said that an hour and a half ago,” He complained.

“Really?” You glanced up at the clock on your bedside table. “Huh. Whaddia know…” You shrugged. “Well, you can’t go without me so you might as well be patient.”

“Oh, I don’t do patient,” He said, deviously. Kol stooped lower to nuzzle into your neck, nipping playfully at your throat. Though it made you blush like mad, you didn’t question it. You just figured it was a vampire self-comfort thing and you were completely and fully aware of how far you were reaching to grasp that conclusion but it was easier than thinking of the alternative.

“Too bad!” You sang. “Kiss my what?”

“Come now, there’s no need to be mean,” Kol sighed. “Just take a break.”

“I said wait and wait you shall.”

“Just think about it, Y/N, ” He continued. “Y/F/F custard. Tantalizingly creamy on the tongue, perfectly refreshing for a warm, humid day, and covered in rainbow sprinkles because you’re obnoxious.”

Seriously? He gave you a description like that and had the nerve to call you obnoxious? It did sound pretty good though…

“Fine!” You snapped, though you weren’t actually angry. “You win! You’re gonna have to wait outside while I grab my coat though. If my dad finds out I brought a boy into my room, I’ll be living in a tent from now on.”

Kol just shook his head and laughed. “As you wish, darling.” Then he kissed you on the cheek and disappeared. You shook your head as you felt warmth rise into your cheeks, you never should have shown him The Princess Bride. Butterflies attacked you from the inside and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as you grabbed your umbrella and pulled on your rain boots. Rushing downstairs, you said goodbye to your dad and told him where you were going before throwing on your rain jacket and heading for the door. You paused with your hand on the doorknob and tried to wipe the cheesy smile off your face. Your case of the feelings was getting worse as time wore on but that still didn’t change the facts. Once you had your face under control, you stepped out the door.

Kol stood outside, waiting for you. It was still raining bathtubs but he remained untouched by the water seeing as it passed straight through him. You opened your umbrella before you got completely soaked and skipped down the steps to meet him. Big mistake. You slipped on the last step and fell forward, you probably would have broken something had Kol not been there to catch you.

“Watch that last step, it’s a doozy,” He joked, grinning down at you. Your faces were really close and you suddenly became hyper-aware of his hands on your waist.

“Thanks,” You said, chuckling awkwardly.

“Anytime.” He didn’t move, and you almost thought you imagined it when his eyes flicked down to your lips, but you knew you weren’t dreaming because you’d never been more awake. If you had been dreaming, you would have let the moment carry on as it wished but to do so in reality would only hurt more.

“Ready to go?” You asked, breaking whatever spell held the two of you in place.

“Of course.” He grasped your hand and took your umbrella from you and the two of you started down the street.

Your destination wasn’t too far to walk. Neilson’s Frozen Custard was a little shop on campus, the only one in the world, and the world was missing out because it had the best frozen custard mankind will ever know. Plus, the portion sizes were enormous so the place was just perfect all around. When you reached the window, you smiled at the elderly gentleman working there. His name was Bryce and owned the place actually, it was opened by his great grandfather back in 1915.

“Two large concretes please,” You requested, shoving the damp hair from your face.

“Can do, young lady,” He replied. “What flavor?”

“Cookies and Creme, if you would.” Kol muttered. You eyed him with a smirk.

“I wouldn’t,” You whispered back. You raised your voice again, addressing Bryce. “I’ll have Y/F/F and the fruit loop beside me will have Grasshopper. Extra rainbow sprinkles on both!”

“Comming right up, Miss. Y/N,” Bryce chuckled. Then he went about scooping up the frozen treat.

“That sounds disgusting,” Kol whined. “And I’m not a fruit loop. If anyone’s a fruit loop it’s that one kid - what’s his name? - Darell! He’s a fruit loop, I’m not a fruit loop.”

“Relax, darling,” You mocked. “It’s just a weird name for Mint Chocolate chip, ‘cause you need to expand your horizons past Cookies and Creame.”

He shrugged. “If it ain’t broke…”

“Also, you’re a fruit loop if I say you’re a fruit loop because I like fruit loops,” You declared. Kol just rolled his eyes and Bryce returned a moment later bearing two giant styrofoam cups which you and Kol accepted, paying for them first so you wouldn’t have to let go of your ghost’s hand.

The older gentleman then turned to Kol. “You better keep an eye on her, son. She’s one of the good ones.”

Kol glanced at you for a moment with a smile that was very happy and a little bit sad. You looked away, blushing and he turned back to Bryce. “Don’t I know it.” You avoided responding to that by not so cleverly shoving a spoonful of sugary goodness in your mouth.

“Thanks, Bryce! Have a great day!” You chirped with a mouth full of custard. You waved and he waved back before closing the window. You and Kol found a seat that was covered by the tiny shop’s awning and sat down, your intertwined hands resting on the tabletop as the rain fell all around you.

“Alright, I’ll admit it… that was pretty good,” Kol said, turning in his seat and tossing his empty cup at the trash can a few yards away. His aim was spectacular and he made it no problem.

“Told ya’,” You smirked, finishing off your last spoonful. He took your cup from you and tossed it out too.

“Ready to go?” He asked. You shook your head.

“I think I’m just gonna watch the rain for a bit,” You said, smiling softly. It really was beautiful and the whole world was calm.

Minutes passed in silence, with you watching the rain and Kol tracing patterns into your skin. It was nice. Then he spoke up and it hurt you when he did.

“If I told you that I loved you, would you believe me?” Kol’s voice was soft and hesitant and you knew he was watching your face for any reaction. So you were honest with him.

“Yeah, I would.” You could feel the tears begin to fall, you’d been on the verge of crying for a while now.

He seemed surprised. “Really? Why?”

“Because you won that stupid bet,” You choked out.

Kol blinked. “I did?”

His response made your lips twitch up in a smile even though you were hurting. Because that sweet boy tried to act confident, but you could see it on his face every time you asked to talk to him, most people only wanted him around to do things, not to be himself - he wasn’t used to being wanted, at least, not for anything more than his looks.

“Yeah, Koala,” You called him that because he clung to you like one - because he was relaxed and it was another thing you liked about him. “You did.”

“But that makes you sad…” He said, biting his lip. “Is it because twenty dollers per star means you owe me a few trillion wads of worthless paper?” And one more thing you’d grown to love about him, he always knew how to make you laugh.

You shook your head. “Nah, star vendors aren’t’ very reliable anyway.”

“So hard to find an honest businesses these days.” He shook his head woefully.

“Right,” You said. It was silent for a while and you could tell this was one of those times when Kol wished he was alive again.

“Why are you crying?” He could be gentle when he wanted to be.

“You weren’t supposed to say that,” You whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“You weren’t supposed to say you love me, I didn’t want you to,” You explained.

“You don’t have to say it back, I don’t expect that of you,” He said quickly. “I just wanted you to know.”

You shook your head, pursing your lips. “No! Please don’t say that, Kol. Please, I don’t want to hear it.”

“Why not?” He wondered.

“Because it just hurts,” You sniffed. “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, Kol but you’re dead and I’m not. One day I’ll have to live my life, but it won’t be with you.”

He squeezed your hand and smiled. “Now, I understand I’m indescribably handsome and outrageously charming, but I can promise you that you won’t need me forever, darling. One day you’ll meet some bloke who is undoubtedly nowhere near good enough for you, but you’ll be completely swept off your feet, and you won’t need me anymore.”

“Well what if I don’t want to?” You muttered.

“What do you-” You cut him off.

“What if I don’t want anybody else? What if I fell in love with my best friend?” You cried, unable to stop the words from leaving your lips. “What do I do then?”

Kol froze and you knew you’d said too much. You shouldn’t have said it out loud, it was better left as it had been. But now the words were out and you couldn’t take them back.

“Y-you love… me?” He asked it as if he couldn’t possibly understand. As if the concept was so utterly foreign he could hardly get it off his tongue.

“I gotta say it was kinda an accident…” You tried to joke. He just stared at you blankly. “I mean, I was trying really hard to hate you but at some point you laughed and I think I blew it.”

“You love me?” He asked it again.

“Yeah, I do.” You nodded.

“But I-I have nothing to give you.” His words hurt your heart because you knew they came from his. You smiled at him.

“Kol, you’re an idiot and a dork and I don’t care if you can give me something because you already gave me a best friend. I love you because you’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” You sniffed, pushing your damp hair out of your face. “Only problem is, I can’t have you.”

“You’re right.” Kol nodded. “But I don’t want to worry about that.” Then he stood up and pulled you with him. “Dance with me?” He asked.

“There’s no music,” You pointed out.

He smiled. “There is if you listen.”

You strained your ears to listen past the rain and you heard it. The tiny speaker from the custard shop was playing Normal by AJR.

“See? My music taste is amazing,” You said, wiping the last of your tears away. Kol just laughed.

“You wish.” Then he dragged you out into the rain, wrapped his arms around your waist, and pulled you in close. You settled against his chest and he rested his chin on your head. It was like your bodies were made to fit together. You didn’t really care that you were getting soaked, it was worth it.

Is it normal to stand here and wish that I was back at home

Is it normal to tell her I can't be normal anymore?

I don't know

So maybe I should go back home.

“Kol?"

“Hmm?”

“You may be invisible to everybody else, but you’re everything to me.”

Kol pulled away from you and before you could blink, his lips were on yours. You were kissing a ghost and as ridiculous as that sounds you couldn’t really think about the technicalities because Kol was a fantastic kisser. He kissed you like you were home and he'd been away far too long. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back - it was all you could think to do and his soft lips tasted like mint. His grip around your waist tightened and you could feel him smile. When he pulled away, he didn’t go far, resting his forehead on yours.

“Do you trust me?” He whispered. You didn’t hesitate for a second.

“Yeah, why?”

“Because I have an idea.” Kol took a nervous breath. “But you may not like it very much.”

“What’s your idea?” You asked, peering up at him cautiously.

“Okay.”

That cursed blackness crept around the edges of his eyes again, but this time you couldn’t find it in you to be afraid. “Your blood,” He answered. He seemed ashamed for even suggesting it but the idea made sense, and you trusted him.

“Y-you don’t have to,” He said quickly.

"But did it work?" You asked, flinching a bit.

“I know.” You nodded. “But I trust you, and it never hurts to try, right?”

Kol just smiled at you like he'd never been more grateful for anything in his life. It made you feel warm. He bent down and pressed his lips against your throat. "I love you more than anything," He murmured.

Then he bit down. You wouldn't lie, when his teeth tore through your skin it hurt and it hurt worse than anything you'd felt in a long time. But you tried not to focus on the pain. You thought about how he'd kissed you like you were the only one who'd ever meant anything and that's how you got through it without crying. After a while you started to feel dizzy, things started spinning and you weren't standing on your own anymore. When your knees gave out, Kol moaned, squeezing you tight. You knew he was enjoying it and you knew how dangerous that was. What if he didn't want to stop?

"Kol?" Speaking hurt worse, still you managed it even as you started losing focus on the world around you. Kol was taking quite a lot of blood and he didn't seem intent on stopping. "Please stop." He didn't. "You have to stop, I'm getting dizzy."

Kol moaned again and drew one last sip before releasing you. It seemed to take a lot of effort for him to pull away. He grasped your hands tight and had to take a step away from you, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip. He was breathing hard and couldn't meet your eyes.

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that," He said, shaking his head. "You probably shouldn't let me do that again. You are dangerously good, love."

Kol didn’t let go of you for a while after that. He carried you home and you found out that night that he was a huge cuddler. With his arms around you and a thousand sweet nothings whispered to you to lull you to sleep, you felt safer than you ever had. You felt whole for the first time in a long, long while. Everything was pretty great until your dad came in to check on you. All you heard was the door opening and:

“I-I don’t know.” He stepped away from you and cupped his hands. Rainwater filled them and the smile he gave you when he looked up would stay in your memories forever. “It worked.” He laughed and then his arms were around you again and he picked you up, crashing his lips against yours and spinning you around. “It worked!”

“So, sweetheart, is there anything you’d like to tell me about?”

You shot up and whipped your head around to look at your father. "Oh… uh… hey, Dad?" You smiled weakly but the glower you got in return offered no reprieve. "So, um… I promise there is a p-perfectly good explanation for this i-if you'll just, uh… l-let me explain." You subtly tried to move between your father and the boy he'd just caught you with. You felt Kol’s hand tangle with yours, giving a comforting squeeze and you felt yourself relax.

"No, sweetheart," Your dad managed to grind out between teeth clenched hard enough to break steel. "I think I'd like to hear what this young man has to say for himself."

"Dad, please, I swear he wasn't-" You tried to defend him but another silent glance from your father made you close your mouth. You knew the only reason he hadn't gone for his shotgun was that it would give Kol the time he needed to escape.

"The jig is up, darling," The boy sitting next to you sighed. "He deserves to know the truth." He stood, letting go of your hand, and closed the distance between you and your father.

"But-" This time it was Kol's reassuring gaze that cut you off. He stood tall and respectable in front of your father and held out his hand, keeping with an old-fashioned tradition.

"Good evening, Mr. Y/L/N. My name is Kol, and before I say anything else, I would like to assure you that none of this is what it seems," Kol said, keeping his voice level.

"Well, Kol, I expect you to have a fantastic explanation of what exactly is going on," Your father said. His voice was calm but you could tell that only meant he was positively livid.

Kol scratched the back head. "Well, the short version is I am a one-thousand-year-old original vampire who, after having been murdered by two children and an indestructible stick, found himself trapped in a realm between realms wherein I existed trapped in a somewhat incorporial state, only to be seen and heard by your daughter who possesses the unique and extraordinary ability to return me to a corporeal state of being so long as I remain in physical contact with her or consume her blood - on second thought, I should have left that last part out." Kol offered a tentative smile at the end of all that.

You thought that Kol might have been a little less than happy about being alive again when your father’s fist met his face.

But that’s a story for another time…

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light || ayato kamisato x reader

summary: you become ayato's assistant

warning: none

chapters: ii , iii

i - flicker

"Pray tell, my dear Ayaka, why would you assign an assistant to me?"

His sister looked at him from across the tea table, a smile on her face. "After the decree, we have been receiving more paperwork than usual. Inazuma is in a festive mood and we have been planning of opening the borders to the other nations." There is so much on her brother's shoulders already and as much as she wanted to carry his burdens, she had her own responsibilities.

To help, Ayaka thought it would be best if she gets an assistant for him, someone who would be able to help out her big brother on the rising amount of documents that are about to come his way.

"And I would be able to see the applicants?" Ayato cut a slice of cake and put it on his sister's plate. Afternoon tea is one of the rare moments that the siblings would be able to talk, it doesn't happen every single day but Ayato tries to clear out his schedule for her.

"I would send the final list to you if you'd wish me to. I don't want to bother you too much about it, big brother."

And that is exactly what she did.

You heard that Lady Ayaka was looking for an assistant for the ever-busy Lord Ayato, Thoma made sure to tell you. He actually ran to you to the Komore Teahouse just to tell you the news - you were working as a server when he arrived and you had to scold him for almost making you drop the teacups you were cleaning up.

"I know you'd be the perfect person for the job, Y/N!" Thoma followed you to the kitchen, grinning at Taroumaru as he did so. "You're organized and detailed! I know you'd be great as Lord Ayato's assistant."

"I don't think I'll be good for the job, Thoma. Lord Ayato is an important man, he must have the best assistant to keep up with the demands that go along with being a commissioner." You said as you scrubbed the teacups clean. Thoma was watching you clear disapproval on his face, "Don't give me that face, Thoma."

"What face?" Thoma turned away innocently. Then he frowned at you, "You're the best person for the job. I'll ask your dad for one of the résumés you have lying around and I'll submit it for you."

You complained to Thoma but it fell on deaf ears.

"You never know if you won't try!"

He believed in you, even when you don't believe in yourself. You don't really think someone like you would ever pass the standards set by the Kamisato siblings, they were both so... beautiful and perfect! Everyone talked highly of them, nobody ever said anything bad about them because they were both so well-loved by Inazuma.

You always loved hearing Thoma's stories about them too. He usually talked about how brilliant Lady Ayaka and Lord Ayato are, about how amazing swordsmen they both are, and how much work they face on a day-to-day basis. You often thought about working for the Kamisato clan, Thoma made sure it sounds amazing.

But you doubted that you'll do as well as Thoma so you never tried.

He was right though, you'd never know if you don't try.

Thoma submitted your application the same day and you didn't expect that Lady Ayaka would call for you the next day. Nervously, you stepped in the Kamisato estate, in awe of how big and beautiful it was compared to the houses in the city.

"Excited?" Thoma fetched you from the entrance, he was tasked to lead you to Lady Ayaka for your interview. "Just don't forget to be yourself, Y/N, you'll be great. I'm sure Lady Ayaka will see how perfect you are for the job!"

"Ah, don't get my hopes up!" You nudged him.

"Lady Ayaka, Y/N is here." Thoma knocked on the door before he opened the door to lead you in. The room was wide, heavily decorated, and it smelled so much like incense. Thoma offered you a seat by a screen and said, "Lady Ayaka?"

Lady Ayaka stepped out and you straightened your back almost immediately. You were about to stand but she shook her head, "There is simply no need, you may relax. Thoma speaks highly of you, Y/N." She sat by you and Thoma started serving tea. "I have read your résumé, and with Thoma's words, I believe you are one of the best applicants for the job."

"Thank you, Lady Ayaka." You could feel your nervousness fading away as you listened to Ayaka speak. She has such a gentle voice that you can't help but listen further to what she had to say.

"Although, I must warn you beforehand, Y/N. This responsibility is a challenge. My brother is after all the Yashiro Commissioner and it is his job to oversee shrines, festivals, and cultural events." Ayaka stated. You knew the job was going to be very demanding but even that could not prepare you for whatever is about to come. "When the Vision Hunt Decree was abolished, we at the Yashiro Commission aims to stabilize our nation. We are working to open the borders and strengthen the relationship between Inazuma and the outside world."

You nodded, taking in every word.

She accepted a folder from Thoma, she offered a paper to you and you looked over it. "This is simply a copy of what my brother goes through in a day. It will not show you the demands that are waiting for you when you accept this role, but it will give you a glance."

You were immediately nauseated by the amount of work that Lord Ayato goes through in a day, but Thoma's words to you made you stand your ground.

"Do you have any questions for me, Y/N?"

You looked up from the schedule, determined to take on the role, "I only have one question, Lady Ayaka." When she gestured for you to go on, you asked, "When is Lord Ayato allowed to rest?"

Ayaka paused midway from drinking her tea, "Pardon?"

You bit your lip, should you not have asked that?

"Well, you see," You wanted to think about your words, so as not to offend Lady Ayaka, "The schedule is packed from morning till night, surely the commissioner needs a few moments for himself."

You were expecting that Ayaka will turn you away, to tell you that the role of Yashiro Commissioner does not allow one to rest, but she gave you the sweetest smile that you were almost sure that the angels above envy her.

Thoma put two plates of mochi on the table and smiled at Ayaka, "What did I tell you, Lady Ayaka? Y/N's perfect for the job."

Ayato looked over your application, wondering why Thoma was giving him only one paper. Didn’t his sister say that she would be sharing with him the final list? From where he could choose?

“I was under the impression that I would be given a list of candidates.” Ayato raised a fine eyebrow towards Thoma, his sister’s attendant. “Was I mistaken or this is the number that applied for the role?”

“Actually, Lord Ayato, Lady Ayaka was supposed to meet two more people today but this particular candidate caught her eye,” Thoma said, with a hint of obvious pride in his voice. This boy has always believed in you, more than you can ever do with yourself. “I’m sure you’d find them quite a character.”

Ayato covered his lips as he let out a chuckle, “If they have your seal of approval, I have no complaints. Tell my sister that I would love to meet...” He glanced down at your face and your name, “Y/N tomorrow.”

The Yashiro Commissioner is rarely interested in anything. He has seen so much, faced more than what an average person would ever encounter in his life, but how is it that you got not only Thoma’s support but his sister’s glowing recommendation?

A flicker of interest ignited in Ayato’s chest.

We shall see, won’t we?

#genshin impact #genshin fic #ayato kamisato #ayato x you #ayato x reader

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kiribaku-queen · 3 years

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Hiii congratulation for 1000 followers! U deserve it! So i was thinking of bakugou!prohero a reader where he's always busy and always hv this photoshoot with these hot models or hot pro hero that made reader feel left out. And the last straw was when a newly magazine publish of him kissing other girls cheek (or mouth) (u do u;)) and thats when they had a bad fight that caused reader to run away. I would like it to be heavy angst with a happy ending. I love angst but after a heavy angst i like a happy ending to soothe my heart 😂 if u do choose this, gudluck!

Blinded by the Fame

Angst

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: Thank you so so much for this request! I was actually so excited to do this piece because I already had an idea I wanted to use and this scenario was PERFECTO~! So painful yet so good!

Thank you for the congratulations and I hope this request met your needs! Please let me know your thoughts!

Who said dating an upcoming hero was going to be easy? It certainly wasn’t easy, not in the slightest. You definitely had hard days. There were times when it got so difficult that you wanted to quit. But was loving the hero worth it and fulfilling? Absolutely.

Bakugou Katsuki was the love of your life. Relationships were never easy. Couples always have obstacles and challenges they have to overcome. Even when you were in tears, screaming at each other at the top of your lungs, even if you gave each other the cold shoulder the entire week, nothing could replace the warmth that was Bakugou’s arms. You would never much refuse his touch every tine, but that wouldn’t stop Bakugou from having you in his arms every night, whispering sweet nothings in your ears despite all the things he said prior. And you would forgive him. Of course you would. How could you not?

But being with a rising hero came with bearing a lot of burden that you had to keep to yourself. You didn’t like how he was working all the time. You didn’t like how he came home bruised up, sometimes not even going to the hospital if it means not being able to see you for the night. You couldn’t bare seeing him like that. But that was part of his job and that was never going to change. So no matter how much you absolutely hated the sight, you let him do his hero work because that was what he loved to do. You couldn’t interfere with his dreams of becoming the number one hero.

But the thing that itched you the most was when Bakugou was forced to promotional shoots to get his name out there. The memory of when he first started made you laugh. Being the Bakugou that he was, he flat-out refused to do it. He didn’t like getting his picture taken. He’ll dress up once in a while, and when he does it’s real clean, but he wasn’t a fan of constantly dressing up. But when he finally let go and tried it once, he saw how much fan votes and popularity he was getting and eventually, would do more here and there.

And you didn’t mind if the shoots were by himself, but most of the time, they were with other pro-heroes or very attractive models. And that you feel insecure. How could it not? Your boyfriend getting close to other women while you looked nothing like these women? You didn’t have the body, the face, the money, or the fame these women brought to the table. You would never admit it, but you hated when other women were in the picture. And you hated when one of the women would be touching him. It left a sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach. You were so sure that he was going to leave you for one of them. But he proved his love by dropping down on one knee with the most gorgeous ring.

“Come with me to the shoot,” Bakugou proposed but you hesitated.

“I can just meet you at the restaurant,” you decided. The mention of being on set for one of his photoshoots seemed like a bad idea.

“I want to go together. It won’t even take long. One hour tops,” he swore and brought you by the waist, your body flushed against him. He takes your face in his hands and gently puts your foreheads together.

“I know you’ve been wanting to go to this restaurant forever. Let’s go together,” he whispers and you couldn’t help but fall for that voice over and over again.

“Okay,” you whispered back. He smiles at you, places a small kiss to your forehead, then your lips, before taking your hand to lead you to the car.

The set of the shoot was intimidating. People were running around everywhere, cameras were set in all positions, lights were blinding and hot, the space just looked so busy. And you felt like you didn’t belong. But Bakugou was so used to this kind of scene. He leads you to where the photographer and the director were talking.

“Ah, Pro-Hero Dynamite, you made it!” the director greeted your boyfriend. “Your stylist is in the next room. Go ahead and get changed and we’ll get started.” Bakugou nodded and turned to you.

“I’ll be right back,” Bakugou said and kissed you on the forehead. You watched as your boyfriend disappeared in the sea of people and then you were left all alone.

This was fine. You would just wait in the back patiently for him to be done. And then you two could enjoy a nice evening out at that fancy restaurant you’ve always been wanting to try. Just relax. You closed your eyes and took deep, but slow breaths. There was nothing to get worked up over. Afterall, it looked like Bakugou was doing this shoot by himself.

But you spoke too soon. Bakugou had appeared from the dressing room, looking all dashing and handsome. You felt your heart skip again. He was wearing a red shirt that was unbuttoned to the third button, exposing his broad and muscular chest. Over, he wore a black jacket with leather gloves and pants. His hair was styled slightly back, forehead showing. He was mesmerizing to look at. But shortly after his appearance, two women walked out behind him. Two gorgeous, fit, and slim women who wore skin tight, elegant dresses were doing the shoot with him. And for some reason, your heart began to hurt. The pang in your heart was constant that you had to beat at your chest to calm yourself down.

They were beautiful. And you had recognized one of the women: Pro-hero Miruko. You knew their history together. Bakugou had worked under Miruko during his school days and eventually worked along side with her after he graduated. You knew she was a flirt. She flirted with everybody. And that was fine, until she got alittle too touchy with your boyfriend. And that bothered you. But Bakugou was so used to her behavior that he didn’t even notice.

You couldn’t say anything. They are old time friends and co-workers. What? Are you supposed to say that he can’t be friends with her anymore just because you didn’t like it? And then you would look like the possessive girlfriend? You were fine with him being friends with other women, but they did make you nervous. Nervous because all the women he’s surrounded by are so unbelievably good looking, it put you to shame. Why would he want to be with you when he could have all these women to choose from?

But you tried to shake these negative thoughts away and playfully tugged at the ring on your ringer. There was a reason why he chose you. There was a reason why he gave you this ring. You shouldn’t think this way. But you couldn’t help it. You tried not to let it bother you, but in the end, it did. It really did. It bothered you so much that you couldn’t stop fidgeting.

You watched at Bakugou sat on the couch with both women on each side of him. His arms were lounging on the back of the couch while one girl sat next to him and Miruko stood behind him. Looking at his facial expressions, he didn’t seem interested in any of the girls. Which is a good sign?

And so the shoot started. Nothing else could be heard besides music playing in the background and the loud click of the camera. Everyone else was watching the shoot take place. Everything looked okay so far. Their outfits were scandalous but nothing scandalous was happening. The only directions the models were given was to look sexily at the camera. Bakugou delivered that perfectly with his go-to signature look. But now the photographer wanted more.

“Can the two women get a little closer, please?” the photographer asked and put his camera up to his face once more. The girls did what they were told and Bakugou didn’t even flinch. But you were growing nervous. There was more skin happening, more touching and it was making you uncomfortable. You gasped when you saw Miruko grab Bakugou by his chin to lift to towards her direction. Then she leans in, her lips ghosting over his ever so slightly, like they were about to kiss. Tears were spilling out and your cheeks heated up in anger until you finally exploded.

“Stop!” you yelled, stopping all production. Heads from all around turned to you. Mirko looked at you shocked and Bakugou was wide eyed with curiosity and concern. You gripped the handle of the purse that was slung around your shoulder, feeling anxious now that everyone was looking at you.

“Sorry, give me one moment,” Bakugou apologized to the staff. He got up, rushing towards you. He takes your hand and brings you in the dressing room. The door slammed shut and Bakugou turns to you in a huff.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he hissed. With tears streaming down your face, you were shocked by his reaction. But you were going to stand your ground.

“I don’t like how she was touching you,” you say.

“It’s my job,” he sighs in exasperation.

“Well she should learn her boundaries, whether it’s a job or not. And if you respected me at all, you would tell her no,” you stated firmly. But all Bakugou did was roll his eyes.

“You’re overreacting.” You scoff and it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“Oh, I’m overreacting? Is it wrong that I don’t like when other women are touching you?” you started to raise your voice and talk back.

“Do I have to say it again? It’s my job. If I’m going to make it big, I have to do it. What? You think I like her? You think I was going to let her kiss me? It’s just for the pictures. Geez, how sensitive can you get?” he stabbed you right in a sensitive topic. You stayed silent because you weren’t expecting him to say that. The moment you think he’s going to stop there, he keeps going.

“I might need to save lots of women who are in danger. What? You don’t want me touching them? You’re going to get jealous because I’ll have some stranger in my arms? You’re afraid that she’s going to cling to me for dear life because I’m saving her? You don’t like that?!” he was practically screaming now.

“No! I don’t like that!” you screamed right back, giving back the same amount of energy. The tension in the air was so thick, anyone could feel it. Hell, they were all listening from outside and they felt uncomfortable with the ambiance of the situation. Both parties’ chests were heaving up and down from the labored breathing. And you just glared at each other. Bakugou turns away from you, breaking the ice.

“Fine. If you’re going to be this jealous, then maybe… maybe we shouldn’t be together,” he said. That was it. That was when your heart broke into a million pieces. You felt like if you stood there any longer, you would have suffocated.

“Fine,” you whisper. He doesn’t even spare you a glance. With teary eyes and a heavy heart, you tighten your jaw as you take off your engagement ring, wiggling it off your finger and then setting it down on the counter beside you. The sound of the metal hitting the hard desk was loud enough for Bakugou to hear, but he still chose not to turn to you. You thought that maybe, just maybe, if he turned around and said he didn’t mean it, then you would have been okay. You would have forgave him for those mean things he said. And then you would have apologized to him. But he looked set on his decision.

Without another word, you turned around and sped out of that building, tears never stopping. Everyone saw you go. Miruko laid her sad eyes on you and her broke for you. Shortly after, Bakugou walks back to the couch, plopping down with a huff.

“Let’s continue,” he says begrudgingly. But nobody moves, still shell-shocked about yousr argument. But this causes Bakugou to explode.

“Are you not going to start? Let’s get on with it!!” he hollers and everyone rushes like mice to get back to production. Bakugou lets out a long sigh, face in a permanent frown.

Miruko sits on the back of the couch and looks down at her old friend. She could tell that he was hurting just as much as you, if not more.

“Idiot~” Miruko sang.

“Ha?” Bakugou glared up at his past mentor. Mirko looked at her nails, not paying mind to the hot head who was on the verge of exploding.

“You need to go apologize,” she told him, more like ordered him to.

“Like it’s my fault.”

“You didn’t take her feelings into consideration,” Miruko pointed out, silencing Bakugou on the spot. “If she was feeling a little jealous, then her feelings are totally valid. You need to do something about it and make her feel like she doesn’t need to worry about anything.” Bakugou was only getting more annoyed.

“Whatever. It’s just business. If she can’t understand that, then we don’t need to be together,” he tried to convince himself. But that only hurt himself more.

“Whatever my ass. Then if you can’t be a good boyfriend and comfort her instead of making her feel insecure, then she doesn’t need you. She can find a better man who treats her good.”

“I do treat her good,” Right?

“Oh yes, I can tell,” Miruko said sarcastically. But in all seriousness, she knew he was hurting and she was trying to give advice from a woman’s perspective, but he is so stubborn and hard-headed that he doesn’t want to admit that he was in the wrong.

“Look, you let her go home like that right now, you’re not going to get her back. Go after her,” she advices on a serious note. Bakugou takes a moment to think but it’s all too much. He ruffles his hair and shoots up from the couch.

“Fuck this shit. I’m not doing this anymore,” he announces and storms out of the building. But not before shoving the metal jewelry in his pant pocket.

You didn’t know where you were going. You just walked and walked until you wind up somewhere. And god, you were so hungry. But you couldn’t go to that fancy restaurant that Bakugou had already made reservations for. God forbid he walks in while you were eating. And with another woman? How embarrassing. You couldn’t use his name or his fame anymore. You didn’t want to go back home. What if he shows up at your place? It probably wasn’t likely. He said he was done with you. You left the ring back with him. You guys were over. He wouldn’t show up uninvited. He has no reason to. You didn’t have money on you. You didn’t have any mode of transportation. The only think you had was your phone but the battery can only last so long. So you continued on walking until you hit a park and sat down on one of the benches. You were left alone to bathe in your thoughts until the set sun.

“Where the fuck did she go?” Bakugou mumbled to himself. He checked all the alleyways, in between streets, high and low, but he couldn’t spot you. No matter how he was frustrated he was feeling, he started to get nervous. He wondered if you were okay and safe right now. You hadn’t eaten all day. Wait. There’s no way…

“Hi. Reservation for 2. Under Bakugou,” Bakugou told the hostess. He arrived at the restaurant, in hopes that you came in. But when the hostess said that you hadn’t shown up, his shoulders deflated. Back to square one. So if you weren’t here, then where were you? Had you eaten yet?

Trying his luck, he went to your apartment, but after many attempts, you didn’t open the door. You could either by ignoring him or you weren’t home yet. Knowing you, you probably weren’t home. Then he was going to wait until you came home. Taking a seat next to your door, Bakugou waited. And he was going to wait until he could see your face.

You watched as happy couples and families walked by you, having the time of their lives. You smiled sadly seeing all their smiles and laughter. How you wish you could be like that. But now you don’t even know if or when that was going to be possible. That was all you wanted. Was to be happy. You didn’t want to be in this rabbit hole of sadness. You didn’t want anybody to pity you just because you were crying. But you did long for somebody to listen to you. For somebody to tell you that it was going to be okay and that you are loved. Love… You wanted someone to love you. He just wasn’t the one for you. Then who is? Will you ever find it? Was this your only chance and you ruined it all just because you couldn’t help but feel jealous?

Stupid.

Stupid (y/n).

You always ruin everything in your life. The one time you got something good, it’s gone in an instant. You knew it was too good to be true. But there’s no going back now. It already happened and now you have to move on.

By the time you noticed, the sun had already set and darkness fell upon you. You wanted to stay longer. You debated whether or not you were going to sleep on the park bench. But after recalling new articles of kidnappings happening around the country recently, you decided to go home.

It took you a while to go home. You walked as slow as you could, taking your sweet time returning back to your apartment. All you want to do is snuggle up in bed and go to sleep. You were so exhausted. Mentally, physically and emotionally. You just needed some rest and then you can worry more in the morning. You were coming up to your apartment and saw a person sitting on the floor what looked like in front of your apartment door. No. But there’s no way.

Blonde hair.

That was all it took for you to turn back, go down those stairs and back to the park. You couldn’t face him right now. You were already broken up so why was he there? He said all he needed to say so why was he there?

You thought you were being sneaky but Bakugou caught you. He saw you going back down those stairs and he immediately got up and chased after you.

“(y/n)!” he called out to you but you ignored him. The sound of his voice made your heart clench.

“(y/n)!” he called again, but louder. Again, you continued to ignore him.

“(y/n)!” he called for the last time, this time grabbing your arm. But you shook him as fast as he grabbed you.

“No, leave me alone,” you managed to say. Just keep on walking. Maybe if you walk long and far enough, he’ll give up. But he wasn’t giving up.

“(y/n), stop!” he grabbed you again, yet this time tighter so you couldn’t escape. Then he traps you in between him and the wall, forcing you to face him.

“Stop! Let me go! Leave me alone!” you cry. Your tear stained face and puffy eyes broke Bakugou’s heart. He did this to you. Fuck. He was the worst. You thrashed around, forcing him to let go, hitting him to push him away. Anything so he could get away from you.

Bakugou let you hit him. He deserved it. Every hit that you take at him, he deserved. Slowly but surely, he pulled you in for a hug. You were so drained that you let him. And as soon as you were in his embrace and your cheek hit his chest, you cried. You let it all out and didn’t stop. Bakugou didn’t say anything. He just held you, patting your head until you calmed down.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. He kissed the top of your head and rested his head there. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He continued to say. Your cries were muffled by being buried in his chest.

You held onto him tight, continuing to cry your heart out. You thought you were never going to see him again. You thought you were never going to hold him again. Or smell him. You world was crashing down on you but was slowly being put together again.

“Do you want to go inside?” he asks you softly. Your voice was too hoarse and sore from all the crying, so you nodded your head, not letting go of him. Bakugou got the hint and picked you up princess style and led you into the house. There was going to be a lot of talking happening soon in that tiny apartment. It was going to be a long night.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou imagine #bnha imagine #bakugou angst #1000+ follower event

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fredshufflepuff · 3 years

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hiii can i request fred enemies to lovers with short hufflepuff reader where he just tease her endlessly abt her height and usually the reader ignores it but overtime it just becomes one of her biggest insecurities. other students began to bully the reader for the same reason and she just feel so unfair that they are doing that for something she cannot control. she became extremely quiet and avoid large crowd overall and fred noticed that. he saw what the other students are doing and saying abt the reader and got angry at them. he confronts reader and apologizes for everything he had done and tells her that she was perfect in her own way. sorry if it’s so long and detailed or confusing 😅 thank uuu i love your blog smmm

out of my control || f.w ✧˖*°࿐

summary: fred makes fun of your height relentlessly but doesn’t realize how it’s slowly breaking you.

a/n: did i not know how to head it? yes. are you going to bully me for it? NO >:(

warnings: enemies to lovers, fem!reader, language, teasing, draco being a bully >:/, asshole fred

word count: 1,982

“hey shortstack” a familiar voice taunted, the feeling of a sudden presence forming behind you.

you were on your tip toes trying to grab a potions book for your upcoming exam, obviously failing since it was placed on the second highest shelf.

you could’ve used your wand to wisk it down, but last time you did that you almost made the entire bookshelf come down.

which only peeved off madam pince into threatening you with a weeks worth of detention.

“what do you want, fred?” you asked, turning around and facing the dick who never seems to leave you alone.

“nothing much” he shrugged, reaching over you and grabbing the book you had been trying to get, “just wanted to see you.”

“see me?” your eyebrows raised in confusion as your head titled to the side, your fingers coming up to grab the book but fred pulled away.

“wow, short and gullible?” he laughed, tossing the book to the top of the shelf before walking off, your face heating up as you scoffed at his comment.

“bastard...”

a week went by of freds teasing only increasing, the boy commenting on your height and how small you were whenever he could, which, was a lot.

you didn’t know why he picked on you so much. you never crossed him in any way—that you knew of.

but you also didn’t want to come off as sensitive.

fred didn’t necessarily bully you per say, but his jabs and comments about how you looked—especially on things you couldn’t control, really stung.

you were currently paired with fred for a potions assignment, snape choosing the partners before telling everyone to get started.

“get the cauldron” the boy said, waving his hand at you before plopping himself down in the chair, your eyes narrowing at him in annoyance.

“you know i can’t fucking reach the cauldrons” you snapped, going to sit but fred pulled your chair away.

“that’s why i told you to go get it, it’ll be funny seeing you make a fool of yourself” he snapped, turning away from you with your chair so you couldn’t sit.

“go fuck yourself” you mumbled, storming towards the shelves of cauldrons as students started to make their way back.

you stood in front of the intimidating shelf with a heart clenching feeling in your chest. fred was right, you were destined to embarrass yourself—and no way in hell would snape let you levitate one down.

you looked around the room for a stool you could use, a frown on your face when you didn’t see one.

your hands reached up as you raised to your toes, squinting your eyes and turning your head to the side as you tried to grab the cauldron.

your fingers gripped the cool material of the pot before slowly sliding it towards you, not knowing how close it was to the edge until it dropped.

dropped on you.

it fell heavy on your foot as you yelped loudly in pain, falling to the ground as your hands tried desperately to catch yourself.

“ms.y/l/n! detention for two weeks, are you out of your mind?!” snape barked, everyone’s eyes on yours including freds.

“i-i didn’t do it on purpos—”

“zip it! longbottom-” snape snapped, the boy jumping nervously as he stuttered out a small ‘yes sir?’

“-bring her to madam pomfrey, come straight back when you’re done.”

you spent only an hour in the infirmary, pomfrey claiming you had sprained your foot, but broke your big toe in the process.

pomfrey wanted to keep you overnight, but you insisted on finishing your classes—or at least going back to rest in your dorm.

she gave you crutches and sent you on your way, reminding you that you were welcomed back to the infirmary if you changed your mind.

“crutches? really, tiny pants?”

“tiny pants?” you scoffed, adjusting your book bag that was threatening to fall, “really? how creative.”

“y’know, i was going to help you with your bag, but i think i’ll just watch you struggle” he said, making you scoff as you rolled your eyes.

“like i needed your help.”

just as those words left your mouth, your bag dropped to the ground with a thud.

you groaned mentally to yourself as you stared at the bag, fred laughing his ass off as you tried asking him to pick it up.

you felt stupid asking, but you were tired and your toe was in pain, you just wanted to get to your dorm.

“see you later, short stack.”

you countered up a quick levitation spell, struggling to cast it since you were balancing on one arm, the other leaning on your crutch.

when you finally did grab it, you hobbled your way to the hufflepuff common room while mumbling profanity’s under your breath—mostly cursing out fred for not helping and instead calling you names.

over the next few days your toe fully healed, madam pomfrey giving you a nasty but effective potion to help heal your bone quicker.

“take these three vials after breakfast, lunch, and dinner. start tomorrow morning” pomfrey said, handing you the tiny clear bottles as you nodded in response.

“thank you, i really appreciate it.”

you made your way out of the infirmary and back to your dorm, slipping past the students that hurried past you for today’s quidditch game, slytherin vs gryffindor.

“hey, short stack!” a familiar and irritating voice called, your legs moving faster as you sped walk down the corridor.

the footsteps got closer as you soon felt a heavy arm fall onto your shoulder, a small grunt leaving your lips as you shoved the boy away.

“oooh, snappy now are we?”

“fuck off.”

fred only laughed at your words, tossing his clean sweep back and forth as he followed you to the dorms.

“coming to the game?”

“no” you grumbled, praying to merlin the annoying red head would just leave you alone.

“awh what a shame, i was hoping on seeing my favorite cheerleader there,” his words were laced with sarcasm, the boy poking at your face as you shoved him once again.

he wanted a reaction,that’s what fred always wanted.

but you didn’t give him one, instead you went straight to your common room and up to your dorm, fred soon getting bored and heading off to his game.

you didn’t remember much from that night, just falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

you trudged your way to the main hall with your book bag tossed lazily over your shoulder, today being a free day for students to catch up on missing work and assignments.

you were planning on grabbing something small for breakfast before heading to the library to catch up on some studying.

you were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t notice you had ran straight into another student, your legs stumbling back as they cursed at you.

“watch it, first year!” draco malfoy scolded at you, your eyebrows furrowing together as your mouth fell open.

“i-i’m not a first year, i’m in the same year as you—”

“she’s just short” crabbe snickered, the blonde next to him chuckling as he eyed you up and down—which, made you extremely uncomfortable.

“stay out of my way, or you’ll get trampled” he said, his words sharp as they practically dug into your skin.

trampled? was he being serious?

“better yet, stay out of everyone’s way.”

later that day you stayed locked away in your dorm, deciding to just study there and snack on the treats you bought earlier on in the week.

you thought it was just fred that felt that way towards you, but apparently it wasn’t.

were you really that much of a burden to people?

you stayed locked away in your dorm till almost night fall. your eyes were burning from staring at the same wooden desk and book you had brought with you, along with your stomach rumbling since you hadn’t eaten much that day.

you decided to head back down to the main hall to grab some dinner and then come back up, wanting to make the trip as quick as possible.

but of course, knowing your luck, that didn’t happen.

you were walking down the ‘somewhat’ empty corridor when your eyes landed on fred, the red head smirking as he saw you which only made your stomach churn.

you tried turning around to take another path, but ran face first into someone who had been walking behind you.

“it’s the short hufflepuff again” the voice cackled, shoving you to the ground as your body hit the concrete with a thud, a low groan falling from your lips as your head started to spin.

“i said stay out of my way or you’ll get trampled, and guess what, i was true to my word” malfoy sneered, his friends laughing at his comment as your face reddened with embarrassment.

tears were pricking your eyes and your chest was heaving up and down, you felt so small compared to everyone else, you felt so tiny and defenseless.

“you want to see trampled, malfoy?” a voice boomed from behind you, your head snapping to the side as you watched fred approaching you from behind.

you felt intimidated by him, the way his body loomed over yours made you feel sick, especially with how he’s been treating you.

“ah, weasley! come to see the show?”

“there is no show, unless you prefer your goons here to see you receive a black eye” he said calmly, the blonde narrowing his eyes at the boy before shoving past everyone, crabbe and goyle running after him.

fred turned to see if you were okay, his eyes softening as he watched tears roll down your face.

“are you oka-”

“okay?! am i o-okay?” you asked, picking yourself up and violently rubbing your tears away, “no i’m not fred! malfoy was never the problem, it was always you!”

“but i-”

“you what?!” you spat, “you were just joking?”

“y/n, i never meant to hurt you” he mumbled, his face heating up as guilt formed in his stomach. he’s been a dick to you all this time and has just now realized what his words were really doing.

“then what was your intention?” you asked.

“i-i just” he didn’t know what to say, there was only one thing to say, “i’m sorry.”

“s-sorry?”

“sorry for picking on you every day for something you can’t control, sorry for making you struggle when you clearly needed help” he spewed out, not even stopping to think as the words he’s been meaning to say fell from his mouth, “i think you’re absolutely perfect the way you are, and i realize now how much of a jerk i was—how much i was hurting you.”

“how can you make fun of something i can’t control and then come to me saying i’m perfect the way i am? are you out of your mind?!” you asked, voice holding annoyance but mostly hurt—what was fred trying to get at?

“i just thought- it’s stupid i know but, i just thought teasing you would be easier than admitting my feelings.”

“f-feelings?”

“for you” he says, voice only just above a whisper as he let his words sink into you. he has feelings for you?

“but i understand if you don’t feel the same, i was rotten to you. i wouldn’t even help you pick up your bag when you were in crutches! i was just so blinded by my own stupidity to actually man up and do something-”

you cut fred off by pulling him into a kiss, his rambling coming to a stop as he melted into your touch. you had to stand on your tip toes to reach him, but fred helped by leaning over and cupping your face.

“i think your height is adorable” he mumbled against your lips, a blush taking over your face as you pulled him back into the kiss.

“just shut up and kiss me.”

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nincompoopydoo · 3 years

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Can I request a Fred Weasley oneshot with the promts "you don't love him", and "love is supposed to be good". Thanks 😊

GOOD, PURE, AND BEAUTIFUL

PAIRING: Fred Weasley x reader WORD COUNT: 1.9k (about 1000 words my ass) SUMMARY: The Leaky Cauldron serves as a sanctuary to drink your problems away for the night but a certain ginger always seems to find his way to you. Possible part 2? A/N: Sorry this took so long, I had to rewrite the hold dang thing and I know I said I would write around 1000 words but looks like i can’t help but be long-winded. WARNINGS: Angst. Mentions of getting drunk. support my writing through ko-fi💖 MASTERLIST

You find solace in the pint of butterbeer, sitting at a table for two, tucked by the corner and under the archways of the Leaky Cauldron. The passing wizards in sleek venerable trench coats and witches with an odd taste in hats only act as an activity of sightseeing in keeping yourself awake, hypothesizing strangers’ lives and whether they might have gnomes lurking in their gardens or have gardens in the first place.

You are drawn to the drifting scent of butterscotch—the tankard of butterbeer sits glumly in your grasp as it has lost all its foam. You take a sip, more of a gulp, feeling the gas building up in your abdomen, and the sweetness to it almost feels sickening at this point.

Belly full yet feeling extremely empty.

The days leading up to you, being here at the Leaky Cauldron, and playing the part of the drunken witch very well weren't exactly pleasant. Flourish and Blotts seem to lose its shine in fulfilling your love for books and organization with every passing day and your relationship with the boy you met and fell madly in love with during your sixth year don’t seem to hold the same spark as before. Walter was a Ravenclaw—handsome, diligent, and incredibly smart. You and him dating had been an on-and-off situation because the one thing you two share in common is the lack of decisiveness.

Today, tonight, you and Walter are finally resolute. The true end where second, third, or fourth chances will never cease to exist from now on. With the new offer for a job in America, you and he both know drifting apart seems to be the only reasonable solution to the whole mess of what you assumed was love.

He spoke the words in this very spot, sat in the chair across from you. You had been watching the way his thumb would caress the back of his other hand and you knew, the night was bound to end in a disastrous way. An unfortunate turn of events for the witch who doesn’t truly know if she ever loved another or was ever loved.

Yet, you sit here, eyes completely dry. Far from crestfallen, far from regret. Only filled with the dread of not feeling the sadness you’re supposed to be feeling. You ignore how your shoulders feel lighter and how the tightness in your chest seems to have miraculously disappeared as soon as you watched Walter walk out of the Leaky Cauldron.

Are the butterbeers celebratory or depressing? You’re not sure.

You rest your chin on your palm, feeling like you’re in a daze. Butterbeer isn’t necessarily the type of drink to get you intoxicated but noting the rate you’re consuming each mug, it’s no surprise that you’re just a little tipsy.

Then, you see a certain ginger twin emerge from the entrance of the pub like some divine intervention. He seems to spot you from afar, waving in your direction. You lift your hand weakly in the midst of trying to figure out which of the twins you are particularly waving at. It’s Fred Weasley as it turns out, you recognize the certain strides with every step taken towards you that differs him from George. As he nears you, there’s an assurance that it’s certainly Fred with the sight of a mark on the bridge of his nose—an indicator and a technique to tell the twins apart you used when you were younger.

Fred halts by the empty seat diagonally to your left, hands shoved in the pockets.

“I have never seen you here at this hour—are you okay?” Fred cuts himself short, brows turning into a frown when he notices the unusual mess in your hair. If he knows you any better, well-kept and neat hair was all you cared about after the number of times you have furiously whined about the frizz in your hair during the summertime.

It isn’t summer now, well into the end of November. The days are colder and he remembers how your hair would especially shine in the gloom of Autumn.

“Not really.” is all you manage to say before taking the hundredth swig from your nearly empty butterbeer. You inspect the mug with furrowed brows and narrowed eyes. “I swear this was full the last time I looked...”

Before you know it, he’s snatching the mug away from you, dragging it across the table as he settles into the empty chair. He stares at you with a beckoning brow, expression mixed with disappointment, disapproval, and worry.

“Hey! That’s my butterbeer, Weasley!” you whine, trying to reach for it but Fred pushes it further, hand securing around it. Without hesitation, you smack him in the arm. “Stop being a complete arse, Fred. What are you even doing here and where’s George anyway?”

Fred winces in pretense pain, dramatically rubbing the side of his arm as he tries to suppress his laughter from your sudden burst of violence. “George is back at the shop going over numbers and as far as I’m concerned, I can be anywhere I want to be. You clearly had too much to drink.”

“But it's butterbeer!”

“That is exactly my point.”

You let out a huff, leaning into your seat and running your fingers through your hair. After a moment’s silence with Fred still staring you down in the effort of getting you to talk, you finally give in. He knows you too well for you to hide anything from him.

“Walter and I broke it off.”

Fred blinks, trying to hide his wide-eyed gaze. “For good?”

You finally turn to him, nodding slowly. “For good.”

“I’m sorry.” His voice is soft when in reality he’s trying to hide his relief in hearing that things between you and Walter have finally come to a resolution because falling in and out of a relationship was driving you mad. He cares for you and always has since the very beginning and a part of him wishes for those feelings of infatuation between two melancholic teenagers will emerge back from what he assumed was already dead.

He watches you lean your head back onto your palm, seemingly sinking deeper towards the table as you try to wrap your head around the situation to form proper words with your lips. “You know what’s the worst part of it all?” Fred shakes his head, eyes never breaking contact with your own. “I don’t even feel that sad about it. Like all those years were...nothing.” Your laugh comes out as a puff of air. It’s cynical rather than finding the humor in it. For the first time, he doesn’t laugh when you do.

Another beat of silence and Fred is contemplating whether his next words that beg to be freed from his mind are appropriate in a time like this. Although he knows how he tends to speak his mind without thinking of the consequences, he knows to tread lightly around you from the times when his words nearly tore your friendship apart.

Still, he knows to be honest with you.

Through the chatter of the crowd at the Leaky Cauldron whilst a few men by the other corner of the pub begin to break into singing a drinking song, Fred’s voice comes off as a whisper, barely audible. “You don’t love him, don’t you?”

Your gaze had initially drifted to the bunch of rowdy men, rendering verses about magical whisky and beer. Yet, they now return to hold a certain ginger’s gaze. You want to be offended by his question because of how it supposedly hurts the raw wound of feeling sorry for yourself. Your love life hasn’t been the best and your tendency to jump to your own defense about it is a clear note to everyone that it simply shouldn’t be questioned.

But it’s Fred. The one who has constantly looked out for you when other boys and men seem to take advantage of your hopeless romantic side. The one who would pull a prank on George just to see you smile. The one who ended up taking you to the Yule Ball as his date because Walter, at the time, rejected you like you were nothing. You should have known that it was never meant to be.

You know to be honest with Fred Weasley.

“I don’t think I ever did.”

He doesn’t say anything, wanting to listen as he waits for you to conceive the proper words to finally speak your mind. It is clear you want to let it out and let off of the burden that has trapped you under its knees, constantly looming over your shoulders and causing dread and fear of losing so much in such a short time. The band of merry men as the whole pub begins to join the group in singing about the joys of alcohol, life, and love in the tune of a traditional Scottish muggle song.

You wonder how can these people be so happy in a time of an impending war. Maybe, it's temporary, meant to drown the hurt and sorrows for tonight and when morning comes, they'll return to opening the stitches of their wounds. When morning comes, you will either wake up at this very table or in an empty bed. Either way, you’ll be alone.

Now, all you want to do is get all your worries and troubles off your chest, not wanting to feel so empty and suffocated. “Love,” you pause, inhaling deeply. ”Love is supposed to be good and pure and beautiful. Love was what I thought I had and right now, I don’t know what to make of it, Fred...I thought I was going to marry him someday.” You find yourself sighing once more, already feeling the lightness in your chest. Running your fingers along your cheek, you close your eyes to help yourself focus through your rapid thoughts and your dazed mind. “Everything is going wrong. I hate my job. I hate my bed. I’m drunk on butterbeer for Merlin’s sake. I feel so, so alone—”

“Ah, and that’s where you are wrong.”

Your eyes are open now, narrowed from adjusting to the sudden brightness of the candlelit place. They drift to Fred who seems very content. He then places his hand on yours and you realize you had been fiddling with your fingers for the last minute. His hand is warm on yours and the heat gradually travels to your chest, heartbeat now slightly picking up in speed. If you listen close enough, you would be able to hear it.

“You are never alone. Not when I’m around and you know I will always be around.”

His words tug at the side of your lips, now widening into a faint smile. It’s small but it’s the kind that reaches your eyes and raises your cheeks. “Thank you, Freddie.”

Then, you watch him abruptly come to a stand, chair screeching. He tugs on the lapels of his coat, adjusting it with the roll of his shoulders. He grabs the back of his chair, and leans forward, towards you. “George and I are visiting the Burrow for the weekend. I’m sure mum won’t mind you staying over.”

You blink, mouth slightly agape at his offer. “I don’t want to trouble anybody—”

“Don’t be silly. Mum loves you more than George and I combined. And she loves us a lot!”

You laugh and it’s genuine this time, knowing how Molly will be always whispering to you about what makes Fred a good husband in the kitchen when you’re washing up the plates and how she will never let you go to bed hungry.

The burrow is like your second home and right now, home is all you want and need.

“Alright, then.”

#happy 1000!#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x you #george weasley x reader #george wealsey imagine #george weasley #harry potter #harry potter imagine

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nxrthmizu · 3 years

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Second Place ; Miya Osamu.

fandom | haikyuu!!

pairing | miya osamu x fem!reader

w.c | 2.2k

genre | fluff

warning(s) | slightly suggestive, implied sexual content

author's note | i've been wanting to write this for a while! so here it is <3 it's not beta read and I didn't use a lot of metaphorical filling so it's not that poetic but eh Idc bc ✨ self indulgence ✨

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Once upon a time, Miya Osamu swore that he would never settle for second place again— He was never going to let another Miya score first place while he stood in the shadows. The twins had split paths after graduation, stepping onto stages where they'd never have to compete against each other for the spotlight again.

... Okay, who was he kidding. He'd be compared to Atsumu for his whole life— It wasn't like a different career would change that. Besides, his aunts were way too bored to not spin up something about him and his brother during family gatherings.

"Atsumu's making more money, isn't he?"

Well duh, he was a professional volleyball player, of course he made more money— Osamu wanted to roll his eyes in front of his aunts to make sure they understood that he heard their hushed whispers— But then again, he was an adult now, and he knew better than to stoop that low.

The comforting grip you had on his wrist also helped.

Things did get slightly better for him, though.

"Atsumu, your brother's already married," Osamu overheard his second aunt say to his twin during his wedding reception, "When are you going to settle down?"

The grey-haired Miya couldn't help but have a grin on his face for the entire night. Granted, the fact there was a silver ring on your finger also helped. You were absolutely radiant that night, and Osamu couldn't have been happier to finally be able to introduce you as his spouse.

Osamu's marriage did tilt more pressure towards his twin's way, because not more than half a year later, Atsumu caved in and found a sweet little thing to share his life with. The setter had had a couple flings here and there in his earlier years— But none of them ever lasted that long, and Atsumu had never introduced them to his brother, which is how Osamu knew that his twin really cared about the girl when the golden-haired man visited Onigiri Miya with her hanging on his arms.

If he didn't have the decency to help his brother maintain a good image, Osamu would've straight-up snorted at how tense his twin was when he served onigiri up onto their table, the shop empty with the exception of one table. It was almost like Atsumu was seeking Osamu's approval— Which was hilarious enough without the fact that the setter was nervous about it.

At the end of the night, it was as if the weight of the world was lifted off Atsumu's shoulders. Kaoru— The name of Osamu's potential sister-in-law— Got along wonderfully with you, who kept the shy-but-bright woman entertained as Osamu dragged his twin into the kitchen to make fun of him.

"Oh, go easy on him," You elbowed him lightly as the two of you closed up the shop for the night, wiping down the tables and tucking the chairs in. "Atsumu genuinely cares about her, he's making an effort!"

Osamu let out the snort he had held in for most of the evening. "I wouldn't be his brother if I didn't make fun of him."

"Boys." You muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. You had been around to catch the tail-end of some of Atsumu's previous relationships, so you could tell that Kaoru was different; In a way, Atsumu looked at her the same way Osamu eyed a nice piece of mackerel in the grocery shop.

"I heard that! C'mere," Osamu grinned, tackling you from the back. A smile burst across his lips when a giggle erupted from your lips, a cloth rag smacking him in the face when you tried to wriggle away from his hold. "You aren't getting away, pumpkin. Save your energy for later."

He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively, yelping when he was smacked with the rag again.

"There won't be a later if you keep that up." You warned, laughing when horror instantly swept over his expression. His protests echoed in your ears as you thought about how this marriage was something you'd never regret. Yes, it was rough because his business took off on a rocky road, but you knew there was no gain without pain, so you hung on and saw him through to the fruits of his labour.

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The next family meeting was graced with the presence of Kaoru, who, in turn, had been graced with your advice.

"Dress decently, do not wear black," You had warned her the night before on the phone, grimacing at the memory of your first Miya family dinner. No one had aunts more judgemental than the Miya twins. "I would suggest going with a dress. Oh, and it might help to bring a gift. A bottle of Ginseng Wine might be a good idea."

"We're here," Osamu parked the car outside the family home, subconsciously wincing at the sight of his aunts' vehicles. "... Ah. They’re here."

"I see they turned up early," You grimaced, "Atsumu and Kaoru-chan are going to have a brilliant night."

"Yup." Your husband grinned slightly at that, earning a smack for smiling at his brother's suffering. "Oh, he'll be fine. We'll mention that when Atsumu really needs saving." The wink he sent your way made your stomach butterflies flutter, but the warm touch of his fingers on your hand made them settle. "We'll be fine," Osamu's eyes softened as he met yours, reassuring you. "You've got me, remember? Worst case scenario, we'll just high-tail out of there and say we need to work tomorrow."

"Right," You released a breath of relief, interlocking your fingers with his. "Ready?"

"To see Atsumu suffer?" Osamu quipped. "Hell yeah."

And suffer did Atsumu. Kaoru wasn’t spared (of course she wasn’t—) and was judged from head-to-toe by the Miya's critical aunts. From the way they were eyeing her, you'd think they were the judges of Miss Universe instead of potential aunt-in-laws. Despite that, Kaoru braved the storm and stood strong through the whole night, her resilience shining with her determination to be with the other Miya twin— Osamu nodded his approval at that.

After dinner, the family gathered in the living room, with the elderly seated on the cushioned couches while the twins were squashed together on a bean bag (that you had to convince them to share, because apparently they were adamant about pushing the other off of it). Kaoru and you managed to snag a small corner of a couch, stifling your laughter at the sour faces of your respective significant others.

"So, Kaoru-san," Four heads collectively flinched when the aunt opened her mouth, "What's your job? Yearly salary?"

"Um, I'm... I'm a newspaper editor," Kaoru fidgeted with the strap of her bag while you resisted the urge to snap at her to look as confident as she could if she didn't want the interrogation to go on for the rest of the night. A shy, nervous thing like her would only make the predator's lick their lips at the sight of easy prey.

"Oh! That makes sense," The woman sneered, Osamu's mother not-so-discreetly turning up the volume of the television in hopes that the conversation would be drowned out. "You definitely dress with the salary of an editor."

Offence flashed across Atsumu's face like lightning, but before he could start a fight to defend his girlfriend's honour, Osamu dragged his brother back onto the bean bag and stood up.

"Excuse me, everyone," Osamu put on his practiced customer-service smile flawlessly, capturing everyone's attention instantly. "Y/N and I have an announcement to make." His eyes met yours, and you nodded, a smile waltzing across your lips.

"Mother, father," You begin, addressing your in-laws like you addressed your own parents. Encouragement swirled in your blood as Osamu interlocked your hands and squeezed your fingers. "You're going to be grandparents."

It took a while for the news to kick in.

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Osamu's mother cried out, rushing to envelop you in a hug that you gracefully accepted. "Do you know the gender yet?"

"Of course not, mother." Osamu rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "We're not that far along yet."

"That's amazing! Congratulations!" Kaoru beamed brightly, not having picked up on Osamu's timely intervention.

"Thank you." You replied warmly.

"Well then, are you going to stop working?" The first aunt shot at you, smirking, coy as ever. She knew that you weren't the type to drop your job just because of an incoming child.

"Of course not." You replied easily, "What kind of spouse would I be if I couldn't help carry the financial burdens with my husband?"

She shut her trap instantly, huffing in fury. Osamu had never looked prouder.

The family rejoiced for a little longer, and from the tip of your ears, you heard Osamu gloating slightly about having reached another milestone earlier than his brother.

"I love you," Your husband murmured into the crook of your neck as the two of you cuddled in the warmth of your bed, too far for his aunts' sharp words to hurt you. "And our little boy in there.”

“How do you know it’s a boy?”

“... Father’s instinct.”

Months flew by in a blur, and so did doctor appointments, Sunday shopping trips with Kaoru as you left Atsumu to help Osamu in the restaurant. The pair would drive the half-an-hour trip from Osaka to Hyogo every weekend. This arrangement elicited a couple silly arguments between the twins, of course, but once you taught Kaoru the stern look that would make the two settle like guilty puppies with their tails between their legs— Those arguments became simple matters to handle.

“Have you thought of names yet?” Kaoru asked you while the two of you sipped on coffee.

“I have a couple in mind,” You smiled. “Osamu won’t stop going on about how he was right. The baby’s a boy.”

“Boys will be boys,” Kaoru rolled her eyes. Then, her expression changed to a wistful one. “This might sound odd, but… I just find myself thinking, sometimes… One day, I want what you and Osamu have.”

“... A happy marriage?” You raised an eyebrow, “Honey, you’re already on your way to one. Atsumu looks at you the same way ‘Samu looks at a bowl of gyudon. Or the way I look at a bucket of mint ice cream with peanut butter…”

Kaoru made a concerned look. “The baby sure craves some odd things.”

“You’ll experience this one day.” You returned pointedly. “Logically, I never would’ve thought of eating mint chocolate ice cream with peanut butter slathered on… But cravings are cravings. And it was surprisingly nice.”

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After nine long months of waiting, Miya Tomohito was welcomed to the world. Osamu cried (Atsumu made fun of him for it before getting smacked by Kaoru— She was learning a lot from you). Both yours and Osamu’s parents wouldn’t stop gawking at your baby boy, with his little tuff of dark hair, his tightly-fisted hands and the slight cherry-red flush of his cheeks. You never thought you’d fall in love at first sight— But your son was living proof that you were wrong. From the first moment you held him in your arms, you had already given a piece of your heart for him to hold in his tiny little hands.

It quickly became a regular sight for frequent customers of Onigiri Miya to see Osamu walking around the shop, a sleeping baby boy strapped to his back. The two were inseparable. Once, you walked in on your husband having a full conversation with Tomohito, who was sucking on a spoon.

“I’m thinking of adding a twist to my tuna onigiri recipe,” Osamu said, as if he were talking to an adult and not a three-month old baby. “Do you think adding a squeeze of lemon juice will make it taste better?”

“Gwa.” Tomohito replied intelligently.

“Great suggestion, Tomo.”

“Mmm.”

“I see. We could go to the grocery store later to get some tuna and try that recipe tonight.”

“Ba.”

“You’re a genius, Tomo.”

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“I can’t believe you.” Osamu looked helpless. “You’re not… You’re not seriously doing this to me.”

“I’m completely serious.” You said firmly, having put your foot down with no room for argument.

“You’re really choosing him over me?” Your husband’s jaw dropped when you nodded solemnly. “I’m your husband!”

“And he’s my son.” You shot back instantly.

“You’re kicking me out of our bed for our son?”

“He’s sick!” You refuted. “I need him to be as close as possible to me. His fever hasn’t gone down completely yet and I can’t let him go back into his cot tonight. Besides, you might get sick if we all sleep in the same bed. Who’ll take care of the shop then?”

Osamu drooped visibly. He couldn’t believe what was happening— He had lost to a Miya once again— Now his son instead of his brother. “Fine.” He mumbled sadly. “Make your poor husband sleep on the couch.”

“It’s only for one night, ‘Samu.”

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Tomohito's name is written as 智仁. '智' means intelligence and '仁' means compassionate. I have a friend named Tomohito.

Also, when I was writing this I reminded myself to make sure I made the reader gender-neutral. That is, until I realised that I made the reader pregnant. I am an idiot.

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