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weakeninghope · 6 years

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Kiss me (whispering words of love)

Pairing: Ash Lynx/Eiji Okumura

Rating: Teen

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Summary: Eiji discovers that there are other ways that can make him fly besides pole-vaulting.

Notes: aye aye! I'm here again and I seriously think you'll get tired of seeing me here but whatever-I'm here with what I think will be a three-shot! I had this idea in my head for a few days and ended up writing the first chapter in an afternoon because I just couldn't resist it. I've had so much fun writing the Sing vs the stool... and kudos for who guesses who the sound technician is ;)also sorry if i depicted depression the wrong way? I don't think so 'cause I suffer from depression and I pretty much wrote what I feel, but if you feel like i fucked up, please do tell me!Btw! I'll list the songs referenced, they are all songs I love hehe so I self inserted myself a little bit hereNever gonna give you up by Rick Astley (yes, I like it unironically) You're gonna go far kid by the Offspring The Riddle, the cover by Cecile Corbel Luka by Suzanne Vega and My long forgotten cloistered sleep by Yuuki Kajiura! I think this one is an Asheiji song and I really love it! this song is from where I got the idea for the titleSee you in the next chapter <3 please tell me what you think! Kudos and comments are much appreciated

fic under the cut!

“Ei-chan, are you sure you can do this?” Ibe-san asked from his bed. He was feeling rather sick even though he said and insisted otherwise, but that wouldn't fool Eiji Okumura that easily. He had known Ibe-san for quite a lot of time and it was him who brought Eiji to the United States in the first place, so of course they knew each other.

“Ibe-san, I told you like ten times already. Yes, I can. I'm your assistant, but I'm not a 7 year old boy handling his new toy camera.” Eiji snapped in a friendly demeanor. “It's not a hard job anyway, right? I've just got to take pictures of the singers” Eiji finished.

That was it, nothing more, nothing less. A cafe called Banana Fish, which was just around the corner where Ibe and Eiji lived in their small, rented apartment, had just announced they would be holding open mic nights, and the first one was going to be that very Saturday night. In fact, Eiji had to take his leave soon if he didn't want to run late for the job, even though it wasn't his job to begin with.

Eiji carefully took the cameras (he chose three of them, the first one he received, a present from Ibe, another one that was quite good, and then Ibe's, the best camera they had) as Ibe-san eyed him from the bed, cold towel in his forehead, a habit they performed in Japan; jeez, the man was still being stubborn even after Eiji convinced him to stay in bed?

He had always been like that. When Eiji had started pole-vaulting he didn't see himself as the subject for professional photographers, he never thought he was enough or that he could fly as high as other people did, but Ibe-san believed in him and was stubborn until the end. After a few months, Shunichi Ibe became a famous athlete photographer and Eiji Okumura became an excellent pole-vaulter.

Until the injury came and Eiji fell into a deep depression. He did not want to get out of bed anymore, he did not have a reason to stay awake anymore now that he couldn't devote himself to the only thing he enjoyed, the only ray of light in the darkness and dullness of his life. Sure, since he started going to the therapist everything was getting better, but he knew that staying in the same place would not help him at all, since his room full of prizes reminded him that everything was over.

That was when Ibe-san and his world-famous stubbornness returned to Eiji's life, and they went to America together, Eiji working as Ibe's assistant. He had been in a lot of places helping Ibe; in music studios, in the radio, in concerts... Ibe was constantly being asked for his services since people knew he was a great photographer that exceeded himself not only in the field of athletic photography, but in photography in general.

And then Nadia Wong, the manager and owner of the Banana Fish cafe contacted him since her brother Shorter had had the idea of hosting open mic nights, and unlike the majority of Shorter's ideas, the open mic night seemed something appealing to the customers.

Eiji carefully packed everything into his bag and waved goodbye to Ibe one last time, telling him not to leave the bed and to call him if something happened, too.

Eiji was incredibly responsible for being only 19. He had to be since he had an 8 year old sister and had to take care of her most of the time, since their parents worked a lot of hours and were to tired to babysit when they came home.

After literally five minutes of walking down the beautifully lit street, Eiji reached the cafe. From the outside it didn't look like anything special: there was a lit sign at the top of the door, the yellow lights blinding Eiji a little bit. There was a small banana next to the B and a small drawing of a fish in blue lights at the end of the sign, next to the S. The door was that; a door, nothing more, nothing less. It was a wooden door with a crystal pane on the middle, so you could see the inside. A small “we're open” sign hanged from the doorknob. The Japanese inhaled a sharp breath and entered the place, unsure of what he was going to find.

He found what he had expected; just a few people. The establishment was far from being empty, but it was far from being full, too. Not that Eiji was displeased by that, he didn't really like huge crowds. As the small bell hanging from the doorknob rang when Eiji entered, a bald guy with sunglasses approached him (who the hell wears sunglasses when it's not sunny and they're not even outside) (also why was he bald).

(and why was Eiji thinking about that).

“Yo! You're the photographer, right? I'm Shorter!” The boy -Shorter- introduced himself and energetically held out his hand, which Eiji hesitantly held for a moment.

“I'm his assistant, Ibe-san is sick so I came here instead. Are you the boss?” Eiji innocently asked.

A huge, loud laughter was Shorter's response, followed by two -also loud- friendly pats on the Japanese's back.

“Oh, no, I'm a bartender. My sister's the boss.” He said.

Oh, right. Nadia Wong. He had forgotten about it. He was too nervous to remember all the details since Eiji had a little weakness for singers and he was going to witness an open mic night and there was a high chance of cute boys being part of the participants.

He gulped. Focus, Eiji. Focus.

“Nadia's busy with paperwork right now so she asked me to welcome you here, so welcome, I guess?” Shorter said. He looked like a kind, easy-going guy, Eiji was feeling good talking to him.

Before coming to America he had shut himself in and forgotten everything about social interaction; he stopped seeing his friends, stopped talking to everyone but his family and (reluctantly at first) Ibe. However, after having spent a few months in New York with Ibe and his friend Max, he was starting to feel comfortable with people little by little.

“Thank you. I guess I can have a seat now? When are you starting?” Eiji kindly asked. The establishment wasn't very modern, nor posh nor classy; it was simple, but it had its charm, or at least, Eiji saw that charm, because he felt pretty welcomed.

Eiji then took a sit and took out his cameras of the bag, carefully studying them wondering which one he would use.

“May I order something?” Eiji asked.

“Of course! It's on the house.” Shorter answered, snapping his fingers in a “cool” gimmick.

“Okay, I'd like a green tea, then.” Eiji told Shorter with a smile.

“Gotcha!” Shorter answered as he took his leave and went to the counter to rapidly prepare Eiji's tea.

A few minutes after their conversation, Shorter came back with a small cup of a hot, steaming green tea. Its smell was delicious.

“The first participant will be on the stage in 15 minutes” Shorter stated. “Hey!! you have three cameras? How cool! Can I touch them?” Shorter asked energetically, as a child who has just gotten a piece of candy and wanted more.

“If you keep insisting... okay, take this one. But please be careful, it carries a high sentimental value for me.” Eiji fondly said, this camera was a present by Ibe. He came one day to his house with this camera and told him that they would be going to the USA if he didn't mind, because he cared for Eiji and he knew that he needed to do something, or otherwise, he would end up more depressed as days kept going by.

Eiji reluctantly handed his first camera to Shorter, who started touching it all over and shaking it and, due to the camera being a little bit delicate, the locker where the batteries where stored loosened and three out of the four fell straight to Eiji's tea.

Really? Why did this have to happen to Eiji?

“Fuck! I'm so sorry! I'm bringing another tea to you right away. And here, take the safe battery, you can still use the camera, right? Well, not that you need it if you have two spare ones.” Shorter mockingly laughed.

They aren't spares Eiji thought. But at least he still had one battery so he could use it to take a few non-detailed shots.

A few minutes after that Shorter returned with Eiji's second tea. The Japanese observed the stage; it wasn't huge and it was kind of modest. Wooden floor, a stool that could be lowered down or put up depending on the participant's height, a mike with the same characteristics, a PA system for the mike to be plugged on, and, lastly, an amplifier.

As time kept going by, the establishment began to fill up, even though not to the brim, so Eiji was still okay. Shorter came with Eiji's tea at the right moment, when the first participant got up the stage.

He was a huge, black muscled guy, wearing sunglasses -like Shorter, seriously-. He was wearing a sleeveless denim shirt, half opened, so you could see his muscular chest. He was quite handsome, Eiji had to admit.

The audience thought so, too, as there were a few whistles when he got up the stage, grabbed the mike and introduced himself as “Cain Blood”.

After that, he turned his head to the left, signaling the sound technician to play the song.

Eiji wasn't ready for what he was about to witness. Cain didn't sit in the stool, neither did he sing a lovely song, or a sad ballad, or some piece of heavy metal.

He chose an eighties pop song.

Never gonna give you up by Rick Astley.

Eiji's head lowered until he hit the table with his forehead and he almost spilled his precious green tea.

Why did Ibe-san had to get sick.

Again, focus. Eiji had to take some pictures, he didn't have to record the whole show or to take twenty pictures per participant, right? It would be okay with a few.

But damn if Cain's hip movements and his deep voice weren't distracting as hell. That song had turned into a meme over the years and Cain was making it sound attractive. Eiji didn't know if he wanted to cry, to laugh, to smash the camera or to get up on the stage to dance with Cain. He had to admit that the guy was performing flawlessly, and the loud cheers coming from the audience were another irrefutable proof of Cain's talent.

Before Cain ended singing and dancing, Eiji managed to take some pictures of him; some were blurry and you couldn't distinguish anything because he took them with the second camera but his hand was trembling, but the last ones were taken with such care -and with Ibe-san's camera- that you could even see Cain's sweat in HD.

Good lord.

Before Eiji could realize it, the three or so minutes that the song lasted had passed and Cain thanked the audience. Eiji couldn't help but wonder what would be coming next. He didn't expect Japanese music to sound there (even though he would lie if he said he didn't want to) but he really wasn't expecting the first song to be Never Gonna Give You Up.

What was coming next?

What came next was definitely a funny turn of events.

A short boy came onstage and shouted to the sound technician to hold the stool up higher for him because the mic was too tall firm him to reach it. The boy screamed that loud that all the cafe could hear him and laughed at his little problem, which in turn caused the boy to get angrier.

Unbelievable.

A hard laughter escaped from Eiji's mouth. And he was complaining about this? Damn, this was being a really interesting night, he would have to tell a lot of stuff to Ibe the next day!

His laugh was that hard that even the boy onstage heard him. Oops.

“Hey you! What is it that it's so funny?” He asked, angrily kicking the stool so he almost fell off it. The sound technician had to help him. Poor man, the stool almost hits him in the mouth, what could have happened to his teeth?

Eiji shook his head ant told the boy that nothing was wrong. The boy let out a “hmpff” and hoped off the stool, then grabbed the wired mike and introduced himself.

“I'm not going to need this shit” He said, angrily staring at the stool as if it was his lifelong enemy. “I'm Sing Soo-Ling, by the way.” Sing ended. What a way to introduce yourself, though.

When the music started playing and Sing started moving and energetically shaking his fist to the rhythm of You're gonna go far kid by The Offspring, Eiji grabbed his second camera and started -trying- to take some shots.

Trying being the keyword.

As it had happened before with Cain, Eiji was too distracted. But now he was distracted in another sense of the word.

He was about to burst out laughing and how was he supposed to take pictures like that.

Sing looked like the classic angsty teenager in his rebellion phase screaming, shouting, getting the pitch wrong, jumping like the world was about to end... that was too much. Maybe his battle with the stool had riled him up way to much.

The end of the song was near, so Eiji stilled himself, took a few deep breaths and got a few nice shots. He wasn't just an assistant, he was Shunichi Ibe's assistant, and that meant he wasn't as bad as he thought he was. He was working on his self-esteem, too. Ibe had recommended him to go see a renowned therapist, Blanca. And truth be told, Blanca was really helping Eiji to be more objective about his faults and his virtues; he was more helpful that the 4 types of antidepressants he had tried to take when he was back in Japan.

He could get better. He was getting better.

A sweaty Sing muttered and angry thank you and got off the stage. Eiji wondered if there were many participants left; it was almost 11PM and he wanted to check on Ibe, so he called Shorter to ask him how many people were left.

He protected his cameras with his arms that time. Shorter told him that only three participants were left, two boys and a girl. Eiji thanked him and nodded to himself. Three participants weren't a lot, so he could handle that easily.

The next participant was a boy, but he knew so because Shorter had told him that the girl was standing next to the stage, she was blonde and was wearing a pair of red earrings. Hadn't been for Shorter's information and he would have mistaken the beautiful looking, delicate boy for a girl. He was wearing a long Chinese dress, he was slender and his long, black soft-looking hair was carefully braided. While setting his way to the stage, the participant walked next to Eiji's table and shot him an ugly glare.

Why?

That night had to be one of the strangest ones he's had in ages, Ibe-san wouldn't believe him when he told him about all that: an attractive muscular man singing Never gonna give you up and making it sound sexy, a shorty rivaling a stool, and a delicate looking unknown boy shooting him a glare. What was next?

The boy got up onstage and sat on the stool, which was now settled at his height, as well as the mic. Eiji was busy fumbling with the cameras when the music started playing.

Oh no.

It was a harp. Traditional music. A cover of The Riddle by Cecile Corbel. Not that he disliked it, but it was late in the night, Eiji was irritated, and Yut-Lung's voice (he had introduced himself like that) was way too soft, like a whisper, barely audible.

And he had the guts to glare at him? Eiji smirked to himself. He took hold of the camera with only one battery and started taking blurry, ugly shots. A stupid grin was plastered on his face, he would lie if he said he was not having fun with his little revenge.

But suddenly he was dragged out of his concentration by the noise of someone dragging a chair next to him and a soft voice whispering he's such a snake, isn't he? to Eiji's ear.

He dropped the camera to the table and it almost broke for real.

“My, my, did I scare Mr. Photographer?” The mysterious boy -wearing sunglasses too- asked.

Why the hell did everyone in the Banana Fish wear sunglasses? Was it a Trademark Sign? Was it a prank? Was Eiji dreaming?

What the hell was going on?

Eiji was questioning himself about the sunglasses thing when the boy took them off and his jade green eyes locked with Eiji's dark ones.

He gulped hard.

It would have been better if he had kept the sunglasses on.

“E-excuse me, I have to leave” Eiji said. He had to leave. He has blushing so hard and he didn't want the boy to see this because...

Because he was really good looking.

“How rude of a photographer to leave when there's still two participants left.” He said, and then got up. “Hope you stay to hear me sing.” He whispered, teasingly. And then he left to the other side of the establishment.

That night was being incredibly surrealistic.

Nevertheless, Eiji had to get back to work. Yut-Lung had ended singing and was glaring him from the stage, probably because he had realized that he only has focusing the camera on him for like a minute and that the only pictures he took were completely half-assed.

Whatever. It was time for the fourth participant to start singing, it was the girl's turn.

She introduced herself as Jessica and sang Luka, by Suzanne Vega, a really nice song Ibe liked-

Wait. Jessica? That was Max's wife! What a coincidence, he didn't know Jessica like singing and liked open mic nights.

This was the first one the Banana Fish café was hosting, though.

She sang Luka, by Suzanne Vega. Eiji knew that song; it was about child abuse and it told a heart-breaking story. Eiji liked songs with strong messages such as this one, which informed against some actions that had to be stopped. Jessica was looking nice under the lights and her voice was soft, so he enjoyed the performance. He even teared up a little bit because the song was so sad he couldn't bear to listen to it without tearing up.

After three minutes, Jessica thanked the audience and left the stage.

Only one participant left, only one participant left... Eiji repeated in his mind like a mantra. One participant-

Shit.

That boy.

Effectively, just as Eiji had thought, the last participant was that boy. The blond, attractive, good-looking, handsome too smooth for this world stranger he met in Yut-Lung's performance. He sat in the stool, which was adapted to his height (he was pretty tall) and introduced himself as Ash Lynx.

A wildcat? More like a kitten, you're too beautiful Eiji thought as he grabbed Ibe's camera. There were some things in this life that you have to capture in high definition, and Ash was one of them.

And if that hadn't been enough, when the music started playing, everything became dream-like. Ash started singing In my long forgotten cloistered sleep by Yuuki Kajiura.

Yuuki Kajiura.

A Japanese composer. One of Eiji's favorite composers.

He loved the original version, but the minute he heard Ash start singing he decided against it. He preferred Ash's.

Ash's voice was... magical. He sounded like an angel. Eiji felt himself travel to a whole other world where he was alone with Ash, because through the camera lens he could tell Ash was looking at him and he couldn't bear that while the boy was singing someone kissed me whispering words of love. He wondered if a normal human being on the Earth's surface could bear this. He was hearing an angel and he was looking at an angel.

Maybe he shouldn't say that, but... he was glad? Ibe-san was sick. Eiji knew he was blushing, but the only thing that mattered at that moment was Ash's voice, his magical words and his perfect melody dragging him to a world beyond his imagination... everything was so soft he couldn't believe it was coming from the teasing boy he had met a few time ago. He could tell Ash was kinder and gentler than what he wanted to look like.

God, was he glad that he had not left. Just for witnessing such a marvelous display of magic it had been worth it bearing with Yut-Lung.

My long forgotten cloistered sleep had always been one of Eiji's favorite songs; he would sing it to his sister when she went to sleep, he would mutter it to himself whenever a mental breakdown was coming... this song had been by his side since he had been a child; his father has always loved Yuuki Kajiura, and Eiji did too, thanks to him.

And now Eiji adores Yuuki Kajiura with his whole soul thanks to Ash.

Unnfortunately for Eiji, though, even if for him it could be eternal, Ash's song ended. Without noticing what he was doing, Eiji started clapping his hands energetically, prompting the whole audience to join him. He knew he was tearing up, but he didn't care; this had started mending his soul, he was feeling better than he had in the past few days and it was thanks to a freaking open mic night and a stranger singing his favorite song.

Ash got up from the stool, thanked the audience and smiled right at Eiji.

That was it. He was going to combust, he was blushing impossibly redder, too. His heart was ready to leave his chest and never come back. RIP Eiji Okumura, cause of death; overdose of cuteness and wholesomeness and-

“Did you like my performance?” Ash asked, suddenly being near Eiji.

“It was magical” He said. “There are so many things I could tell you about it but I have to go, my boss is sick and I don't want to leave him alone.” Eiji rambled, he had to come up with an excuse even if it wasn't really an excuse because Ibe was sick and he wanted to take care of him before going to sleep.

“Well, you can tell me tomorrow.” Ash said, his voice soft -he had an amazing singing and speaking voice. Eiji was so glad he came here that night. So glad.-

“When's the next open mic night?” Eiji asked “I might have to come again because my boss always overworks himself and ends up sick too often.” He finished.

“Next Saturday, it's once a week.” Eiji made a sad face, he was going to have to wait a whole week to see Ash again? The world was cruel “But” Ash interrupted his thoughts “We can meet here tomorrow to discuss the pictures you've taken of me.” Ash finished saying, while smiling gently and looking at Eiji.

“Oh, um, okay.” Eiji stuttered. Was this happening for real?

“Give me your number, I'll text you when I get home.” Ash demanded, and Eiji complied immediately.

After that they waved each other goodbye and Eiji waited to be out of the establishment to jump, he really felt like he was flying again, just like when he had heard Ash sing. And he could meet him again!

If this was a dream, Eiji didn't want to wake up.

Wait, he had to wake up, because he was meeting Ash tomorrow.

God, he loved open mic nights; and if he was going to hear Ash sing again, he was going to love them even more, Eiji was positive of that.

#writing #banana fish #asheiji #fluff #coffee shop au #no spoilers #ash lynx #eiji okumura

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1912red · 7 years

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Molly Florentine Weasley

Some random facts about Molly because I feel like she’s neglected by most people.

Ravenclaw

daughter of Audrey Wies and Percy Weasley

patronus: lynx

short summary: a small, keen, mini Audrey who enjoys watching the exciting life secondhand. She love Malerie Chang-Min, learning random facts, and finding and making stories for old or interesting things. Has many sides of herself some only come out around certain people some only by herself.

appearance:

silky deep brown hair that’s cut to her ears.

not tall and gorgeous like Victorie or Dominique or Louis (because they’re all weirdly tall??)

she’s slightly below medium height, but she’s strangely strong.

very pale skin like her mother, but she has the Weasley freckles. She doesn’t have as many as Hugo or James but they’re there. She actually loves her freckles, even though she was teased a bit (don’t worry the bully never did it again thanks to James)

has cute eye’s at a glance, with the color of earl grey tea when in the light, but don’t look too long because you might see something that doesn’t match her innocent persona.

She gets cold really easily but is soft and warm 93% of the time

cool facts:

she used to be quite the prankster but after it got too serious when Lysander joined things went badly and James, Molly, and Lysander were all going to be expelled. Molly took the blame for both, saving them both from being expelled.

she was basically disowned by her father when she was expelled. Molly and her mother are extremely close, so much so that Audrey doesn’t pay much attention to Lucy. Her mother new that she would never do anything like that to get expelled. Audrey stayed with her though everything.

INTJ disguised as an ENFP

sometimes she’ll just disappear for a few days. Just to get some silence.

she goes to an elite charter school in the Russian forests at the base of a mountain.

In that school she is loved, trusted and can literally get away with anything because no one suspects her, it’s the opposite for Hogwarts get believe she’s bad and is blamed for everything.

she always takes advantage of unlimited or free samples.

she gets into very advanced and always gets good grades no matter what she has to do to impress her family, friends, and cousins, but she never has the guts to show off her talents. Once she did but it sounded like she was trying to put others down so she hasn’t done it since.

everyone treats her like a little cinnamon roll, and she likes it, but she could actually kill a bitch.

she’s actually really competitive, you want her on your team for anything intellectual.

although she doesn’t care about blood status she’s proud to be the only pureblood. She can also become friends with the other purebloods and since they’re all, like, rich, she gets her very own pay-pal. (Cynthia-Margarita Zabini, Malerie Chang-Min)

she is literally always on her phone but disguises it well. like none of the teachers are used to people having their phones out so they don’t even expect it. always is listening to music but still gets straight O’s?????

Audrey sends care packages to her! Molly loves her to death. They talk frequently and are really close. In the care packages are newspaper bits that are interesting, candy, candles, muggle books, Memory pictures of home and other places (whenever you touch a picture and say the title you are given the memory of that point and time, gives you all 5 senses and sometimes if the feeling is strong enough, an emotion) magazines, refills of shampoo n stuff, and whatever reminds Audrey of molly.

Molly likes reading a lot of strange books by mental authors or of strange people, you know, the classics. She also likes poetry about star crossed lovers and war. She likes finding those books in those stores that you are sure only 100 copies exist and reading them.

She found out in her third year that cheerleaders get to travel to other schools with the varsity team, so she became a cheerleader with her friends Cynthia-Margarita and Malerie just to go to Hogwarts (also looks good on college applications)

She pretty much always has headphones in but is only listening to music like 20% of the time. 80% of the time she’ll be listening to a podcast, talk radio, or a ted talk. And if she’s listening to music it is aesthetic music (you know what I mean) or Christmas music for some reason??????

She has a bad problem with stealing and hoarding. Literally if she runs into someone she doesn’t like she legit just steals their stuff, if you’re drunk at a party being a racist or something and you’re wearing a Gucci shirt and diamond earrings you will not wake up with those.

Molly likes to learn and absorb information, it makes her feel very smart to know completely useless pieces of information.

She has too much curiosity for her own good she just HAS to find out what happens next, where this corridor leads to, or the backstory of this painting is.

Sometimes takes on the traits, mentality, or rationality of people she’s learning about. Sometimes good sometimes bad. She basically copies whoever she’s with

She’s extremely clumsy and tends to trip a lot over herself. She also loses things often, so she’s charmed things so she won't lose them. She’s very forgetful of simple things but remembers things probably no one else remembers. So she has a planner to write down key words that seem unrelated but really help her.

Surprisingly molly doesn't like a lot of her weasley cousins (especially Dominique, lily,and Roxanne) (each for their own reasons, but they’re just so loud) (and boastful and cocky) (she would NEVER say that to their faces tho.)

She HATED being a ravenclaw. All her cousins were in Gryffindor and she thought red looked better on her (they both looked great). So when she found out she was going to be wearing reddish purple in her new school she was happy to say the least.

Her friends from Blaisen-Hollen (the elite Russian school) are QC, Zahara, Malerie, Tristan and Cynthia-Margarita. She has other people that she knows but not as good as friends with.

Even though she goes to a Russian school in the middle of the Russian forests she didn’t learn all the language till her fifth year.

She is learning Latin to better understand spells and things.

Literally thrives off of doing random acts of kindness

She practices language fluency through finding a funny quote, cool poetry or just a shopping list and writing it in Russian.

Always says thank you to librarians, bus drivers, waiters, and janitors. She’s extremely respectful to people, if she finds the cons outweigh the pros she disowns you and treats you like complete dirt.

Has perfect cursive writing.

She actually likes studying and doing homework, she considers it a sport

Likes reading really old books and poetry and annotating them with a midnight blue pen.

she takes a lot of pride in how she smells for some reason, she buys like 100$ perfumes and soaps.

It actually friends with the ‘it’ girls. Nobody expected Molly to become friends with them so easily.

She reads many psychology and behavior books, she likes studying people.

every time James and Lysander see her she’s changed from the innocent, kind, loving, trusting molly into...well you can’t quite put your finger on it.

she has a barn owl named lovebug

everyone calls her floss because they couldn’t call her molly because there was already one, she couldn’t pronounce Florentine so floss came to be.

#molly weasley i #molly weasley ii #hogwarts #harry potter next generation #harry potter #hp next gen #hp next generation #heacanon #molly #textpo #text #james sirius potter #lysander scamander #magic #audrey and percy #percy weasley #next gen #next generation

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deactivatedashe-s · 7 years

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Secret:Fate - Stop (5+1)

(Background: Nyt and Reo are soulmates. Nyt is capable of suppressing the bond on Reo’s end. He knows but Reo doesn’t. Nyt has a second identity as a normal high school girl named Onyx. When Reo met Onyx, it took /her/ by surprise and /she/ forgot to suppress the bond when they touched. Reo doesn’t know that Onyx and Nyt are the same people but he does know that Onyx is his soulmate. At some point, /Onyx/ is forced to fake /her/ death. Since Nyt is able to manipulate the soulmate string, he cuts it to further enhance the evidence that /she/ really is dead.)

(A/N: AKA Five times their relationship ended and the time it doesn’t. I managed to shove this entire subplot into one post. The actual story doesn’t really revolve entirely around their relationship but it is a major subplot.)

The newbie Nyt had been courting Reo for weeks since they first met. He'd show up with flower bouquets, candy, and small gifts. It was actually really sweet even though the kid was a year younger than him at 14.

Reo was absolutely intent on only ever being with his soulmate though. He'd rather die alone than be with someone else. Nyt, no matter how much he wished he was, was not his soulmate. They've touched on numerous occasions. He's sure he would be able to tell if that overwhelming feeling of compatibility and connection or whatever happened if they were soulmates.

The truth, however, was that he was scared. What if they did end up together only for one of them to meet their soulmate? He knew how these things go. He didn't want to break his own heart or Nyt's.

"Will you ever give me a straight answer?" Nyt asked eventually. Reo was tightly holding one of Nyt’s gifts, a lynx plushy that bore a strong resemblance to his Reo's shifted form. He had been smiling up until the question.

"I can't give you a straight answer," he mumbled into the soft toy.

"Why not?"

"Neither of us is straight," he announced. There's an awkward silence for the better half of the moment until Nyt let out a hearty laugh that Reo never wanted to end.

"So is that a yes?"

"Please stop. I can’t let you keep doing this." Reo handed the plushy back to Nyt. “I’m sorry.” He ran off.

Nyt was gone for a week after that. When he returned, he claimed it was an unfortunate stomach bug. He joked that he was practically dying over a toilet.

Reo wondered if it was worth it. He was hoping that they could've just remained friends. He would quickly regret this decision.

Nyt had given up on the general tactic after that. Instead, he switched to a more subtle approach. The two of them never brought up the prospect of a relationship afterwards. If anything, they actually managed to keep it platonic long enough for them to become flatmates.

Nyt's favourite times were the cuddles with Reo on a couch at midnight watching movies. Sometimes the rest of their team would join in and Nyt would convince Kira to start a cuddle pile. He desperately tried not to let Reo realise that their "friendship" was edging on a bit more than just friends.

Nevertheless, he couldn't help but want more. He missed the soft smiles Reo would give him from before Reo decided that he didn't want to lead Nyt on any further.

It was an accident.

They were on an infiltration mission. Reo, Kira, and Nyt were the distraction while Carly and Emilia did the actual search. While Kira was distracting the guards, Reo and Nyt specifically kept the attention of any wandering passerby's that normally could not be accounted for.

At some point, they wound up in a drinking competition since they were both at the age limit of 16. Their audience wanted to know if it was true that Defined Shifters really couldn't get drunk. It was technically true until someone brought up Moonshine. The two got dead end drunk.

No one quite knows what happened after the girls dragged the emotional drunks into their flat and left. Neither Reo nor Nyt remembers the events but it really wasn’t a question when both of them woke up together with wet sheets and aching bodies...

The next morning was horrible. Reo had managed to gather all of his belongings and move into a completely different building. Nyt disappeared again. This time he didn’t return for weeks.

When Nyt returned, it was.. Terrifying.

He smiled like he was planning a murder and he rarely ever spoke anymore. If he did, it usually invoked an incessant want to punch him. Despite this sudden personality shift, the most shocking change was his hair. His once straight, pitch black hair was curly and streaked with white.

No one brought it up and Nyt acted like this was how it always was.

Reo had gone to his previous residence to return a few of Nyt’s clothes that he had accidentally taken. How things ended up as they did, Reo can barely recount. One second he was pretending that what happened before never happened and the next second they’re making out in the closet.

Reo would continue to delude himself into pretending it never happened. Nyt would let him as long as whatever they had behind closed doors continued. They barely ever communicated beyond that.

At some point, they reached a point where Nyt would come up from behind Reo and display some public affection. The first time resulted in a lot of shock from their teammates even as Reo pretended it never happened.

It was a Monday afternoon. Nyt and Reo were both disgustingly elated.

Nyt was cheerfully greeting the members of the Black Mirror as he graced his way through the hallways and into the sunroom to meet his teammates.

Reo, Kira, and Emilia were finally returning from their secret missions. Nyt didn’t really know much about it since he refused to involve himself in the Alliance but he did know that it involved Reo posing as a normal high school student in one of the border towns of the Kingdom of Nyeta. He knew this because he went to the same high school under another identity.

For once, he didn’t have to hide their connection and he was ecstatic. He wasn’t really thinking his next moves through.

As per usual, he snuck up from behind Reo and spun him into a kiss.

Unlike usual, Reo didn’t pretend he didn’t like it or reluctantly return it. Instead, he shoved Nyt back and glared.

The movement shocked everyone in the room.

“Reo,” Emilia called out slowly. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, sorry,” he muttered. He isn’t that phased at how he reacted. “It’s just, well...”

“Well?” Nyt echoed, his tone of voice empty. The whiplash from the happy-cuddly events earlier that day to this very blatant rejection was barely even processed. He was completely numb.

“I met my soulmate,” Reo admitted. “So can you just... Stop already?” He ended the request with a sneer. It wasn’t meant to sound like that but it’s too late to take back. Besides, it gets the point across anyway.

The others stared wide-eyed as Reo decided to leave. None of them expected Reo to actually meet ‘the one’. They all really hoped he wouldn’t. Sure, they all knew that Reo would ‘end’ their relationship or whatever it was often enough but it never lasted long. He always fell back into the dance he had with Nyt.

For once, they weren’t sure what would happen.

When Nyt turned 18, he left the Black Mirrors to avoid the Alliance and its war.

Reo found himself confused and alone for the first time. He wanted to visit Onyx but for once, he let himself dwell on his relationship with Nyt. When did things become so twisted that he would purposefully be the cause of the unhappiness he tried to avoid in his younger years? Hadn’t he rejected Nyt in order to prevent heartbreak? His relationship with Onyx is a platonic one while Nyt is the one he actually- Stop.

He wiped the thoughts from his mind.

A few weeks later, Onyx left the border town with her sister to escape the incoming war that would inevitably make their home a battleground. She offered for Reo to join them. He hoped that they weren’t going to a guild that was an enemy to any of the guilds with the Alliance.

Of course, that was too much to ask for when he found out that Sapphyr was actually one of the leading members of the Red Outlaws, the Black Mirrors’ archenemy. He would wander along the outside of the Red Outlaws’ territory to watch over her it’s not stalking. He was pleasantly surprised to find out that Nyt had taken up residence near the second location.

The two fell back into their comfortable relationship from before Reo screwed up and Nyt changed. They walked around the maple forest talking.

Nyt had told Reo to stay inside for a moment. He’d return soon. It was half of an hour when Nyt returned with a basket filled with an assortment of food items and a blanket. Reo noted that Nyt’s hair was more white than before he left. They spent the remainder of the evening watching the sunset from the cliffside

The next day, Nyt had left him a note to check in with Kira at the infirmary at 3 PM. There wasn’t anything of interest there and Kira didn’t really know what was going on so Reo turned to leave.

He turned to leave only to have an excruciating pain course through his veins like ice water and lava at once to the point where he passed out. According to Kira when he finally came to consciousness, he had woken up at least three times to regurgitate his insides until it turned into blood.

Of course, he spent the next few months screaming and crying his lungs out when he discovered that Onyx had been killed in the crossfire between the Red Outlaws and Black Mirrors.

He wasn’t sure what upset him more: that he had lost his soulmate or that Nyt somehow knew this would happen.

He didn’t think much about it. He forced himself to move on.

It was nearly a year later when Nyt suddenly showed up in his life. Their team was on a mission only to discover that it was somehow already hindered by accident. The culprit was Nyt who was merely at the scene.

Reo wasn’t there to get the context of the full conversation. They were going to convince Nyt to return to the guild with them. Beyond that, all Reo knew was that Kira had managed to corner Nyt.

“How did you know Reo would need medical attention?” she inquired. No response. “Did you know what the cause would be?” No response. “Did you know his soulmate was killed?”

This time, Reo overheard Nyt just barely manage to stifle a laugh before saying, “I know far more than you think I do.”

There’s a deadly silence. “Nyt... How much were you involved in her death?”

The next moments were a blur. Nyt was smirking in a way he hadn’t done since before Reo met Onyx. He held eye contact with Reo the entire time he was being attacked in a flurry of rage.

Emilia and Carly had burst in a little too late to sedate and drag their furious teammate out. By then, Nyt already had a bleeding chip off his ear and scratches along his neck.

He sat up but he didn’t look at anyone or anything in particular. “I didn’t kill Onyx,” he said. “I just didn’t interfere when it happened. That’s probably just as bad.”

“You,” Kira hisses out. “You’d really go that far?”

Nyt ignores her. He stands up and leaves. As he exits Kira’s line of sight, he decides to bestow a little hint. With his back turned, he conjures up an illusion of an identity he hadn’t take on in nearly a year.

He looks over his shoulder. “I just wanted it to stop.”

Nyt returned to the Black Mirrors three years later. He returned to disturbing rumours, a dark reputation, and a surprise.

He expected Reo to try and kill him or flat out ignore him. What he didn’t expect was becoming the babysitter of Reo’s adopted daughter, Erin. Shortly after /Onyx’s death/, Reo had returned to their border town to find it practically demolished. There were very few survivors and one of them was an orphaned baby girl.

With a slip of his tongue, Reo said that “Erin reminded me of you- I mean! No, not you. Onyx! Yes, Onyx, not you!” He stumbled over his words until he decided to give up and just slam the door behind him to leave on another mission. Nyt just stood there with a dopey grin on his face and the golden-eyed toddler in his arms.

Erin liked Nyt a lot. She viewed him as her paternal figure and cried or became silent when he wasn’t around. Reo and Nyt decided it would be best to give one other free reign to one another’s apartments since they were next-door neighbours anyway. They eventually found each other in a rather domestic lifestyle. It reminded them both of when they were flatmates with all of the pink-tinted lenses of before the first rejection.

Little by little, Nyt reattached the string around their pinky’s. Reo sensed the connection being made and became scared. He covered himself as much as he logically could to prevent himself from touching others, especially Nyt. He didn’t want to go through the disappointment of not having Nyt as his soulmate again. He didn’t want to screw up again.

It was like that for years.

Nyt was contacted by his sister to return to the Kingdom of Nyeta to assist her in dealing with the post-war problems. He only had three days to leave.

Reo was pretending to be asleep when Nyt kissed him. He told himself he would tell Nyt he loved him in the morning. They had been together for 4 years when Nyt disappeared again. There wasn’t really anything to lead up to his disappearance like times prior. He just did.

+1.

This time, Reo refused to let the relationship - or whatever this was - end like this. This time, he did all he could to chase Nyt and force him to settle down with him. With each bit of research and connecting clues, he came to the conclusion that they were both idiots.

So he found Nyt against all odds and legal repercussions and practically screamed at him for just not telling the truth before persuading him to come home. The two of them disappeared into the night, running from the Kingdoms, and back to their apartment where Erin, age 13, was waiting.

It was shortly after their return that both of them held a marriage ceremony consisting only of their friends with the Black Mirrors (and a few others that Nyt became closely acquainted with when no one was looking). Sapphyr found out the day of and heavily apologised for keeping Nyt away for so long. Time just escaped both of them with all of the overworking they had to do.

The newlyweds somehow managed to rent a hidden retreat deep into the forest for their honeymoon. It was a mess as the two of them went down to the bed. It was a tiring day.

Even so, Nyt wrapped himself around Reo and peppered him with butterfly kisses. Reo squealed when Nyt brushed against a sensitive spot.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispers. Reo quirks an eyebrow. He stares Nyt down until it gets unnerving. “Well?”

Reo rolls his eyes. He leans back a little before outright jumping up and shoving Nyt against the headboard. “Don’t you dare stop.”

#drabble #5+1 fic #DreamlessAshes

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