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𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧
you get upset when eddie's friends think you're clingy. he sets you straight with some unbridled affection. requested here. fem!reader, 2.6k
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The diner is bustling with life and smells alike, people in their summer jackets eager to sit down and dig into a plate of greasy, fatty meats. You're just as excited, your fingers curled into Eddie's sleeve and following his lead as he weaves through a gaggle of kids playing between the bar and the booths.
"Sorry, sir," a young girl says to him, springing out of his path.
"That's okay," he says, leaning back to squint at you curiously, "Do I look like a sir?" he asks you.
Pale faced, dark-haired, the remnants of last night's eyeliner clinging to his bottom lashes, you can't say you'd look at Eddie and think, Sir. Pretty boy extraordinaire with a rather inviting smile, absolutely.
"I think so, sir," you say.
Eddie laughs at you, pressing a hand behind your shoulders to move you along. His friend Gareth waves from a booth tucked in a corner under a white sconce. Jamison sits to his left, and Margaret to his right. You feel a little skip in your pulse at the sight —they intimidate you, and you want desperately for them to like you, only you never know what to say.
"Hey," Eddie says as you approach the booth. He pushes you gently to encourage you into the seat first. "How's it going? Did we order?"
"We were waiting for you. They said we have to go up to the bar when we're ready."
"We're late, I get it. Where's Jeff?"
"He went to the bathroom, like, ten minutes ago," Jamison says with a sigh, climbing to his feet. "I'll go see if he's alright."
"He's fine. Maggie, are you coming to order?" Gareth says, getting up with him.
"Yes, finally!" she says.
The relative chaos of your arrival has you hesitating in your seat. Margaret left her purse and her jacket on the table, and Jamison his keys.
"You okay to stay here while I order?" Eddie asks.
You'd much prefer Eddie order for you, but you don't want to be sitting here by yourself if Jamison and Jeff come back before him. You won't know what to say. It won't be their fault. You'll make things awkward for everyone.
You stand up again, shedding your jacket as you do. No one's gonna steal anyone's stuff, the bar is too close. "I'll come with you."
Eddie slots your fingers together easily, grinning, "Lucky me."
His friends order first and return to the booth soon after. You and Eddie get cut by a cranky looking old lady but neither of you say anything, nowhere to be and no reason to mind. He tells you about the guitar he's been repairing at work and you listen adoringly, in love with the shape of his lips and how he says every word. He's a great storyteller.
A new friend appears once you've ordered.
"Hey, Eddie!" one of the waiters says, appearing from the kitchen with a tray of drinks and fries in hand. "Man, I've been trying to get a hold of you all week. The string on my daughter's guitar flew off, nearly blinded her in the process, would you be able to fix that for me? I'll pay you for your time."
Eddie waves it off. "It'll only take five minutes, you can drop by whenever I'm home. Why do they keep splitting like that, is she messing with the pegs?"
"She definitely is. Can I get your number? Macey washed my pants without emptying the pockets."
There's a mad scramble for a pen. You have one in your jacket because Eddie's always looking for one, but your jacket is back in the booth. You promise to make a hasty return and set off for it, glad to see Jeff's alright, standing at the table likely waiting for you and Eddie to get back rather than move your things. You like Jeff most out of everyone. With the whole group collected you know he won't drag you into conversation.
"She's a bit… much," Gareth's saying.
"How can she be a bit much? She doesn't say a lot," Maggie says.
You frown. You're the only other she.
"Not like that, just– the touching and stuff. She's always grabbing onto him like a toddler. I don't think I could stand it."
"You don't have to stand it," Jeff says. "She's Eddie's girl."
"Clearly."
"Gareth, when was the last time you got laid?" Maggie asks, flicking a hair tie at him, to his annoyance. "You're being bitter. They fucking love each other, man, it's nice."
"It is a little tiny bit too much sometimes," Jamison says.
You wince. You know it's a matter of seconds before one of them turns to see you standing there. Is it worse to turn around or to approach?
You walk up to the table just as Gareth says, "Yes! Thank you man, she's too–"
He cuts off when he sees you with a cough.
"Who?" you ask, full well knowing it's you. Honestly, you're shy but you still get mad, you kind of want him to own up and say it while you're there, and at the same time you're hoping against hope they'll lie.
Thankfully, they pretend it was about someone else.
"Nobody," Maggie says.
"Some girl at the library," Jamison says.
You lean past Jeff with as sunny an apology as you can manage to grab the pen from your jacket. "Eddie," you say by way of explanation, holding the pen up with a shrug.
You walk away quicker than you should. It's obvious you've overheard. There's a thump and a, "Nice fucking job, loser."
Eddie's deep in conversation as you offer the pen. He takes it without stopping, but he makes sure he kisses your cheek.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, okay?" you say.
"I'll be right there, sweetheart."
To get to the bathroom you have to walk past the booth again. With the hurt feeling pounding between your ears and what you suspect might be all eyes on you, you make for one of the two doors. The summer sun and the dry Hawkins heat hits you immediately, a second layering of smothering to wrap around the first. You walk around a rainbow chalk hopscotch and into the shade of the smoking shelter, hands at your collar, breathing hard.
Don't cry, you think firmly. Don't cry. They'll know if you do and that's twice as embarrassing as walking out. Imagine how embarrassed Eddie will feel if you cause a scene.
You sit on the little perch in the shelter and stare at the floor. There's nowhere to look that isn't stingingly bright, the sun in the white-blue sky glaring down on you and the sidewalk bleached a blinding ivory. You close your eyes against it. Your shoulders hunch in protectively. Your hands find their way to your face.
Like a toddler, Gareth said. You press your fingertips into your eyes, fighting against the ache. Is that true? Are you childish in how much you rely on Eddie? You take his hand and his arm, you catch onto his clothes when you're worried, you step behind him when you're overwhelmed.
"Shit," you whisper.
The breeze washing over you does little to cool you down. You must sit there for a handful of minutes, worried and nauseous.
"Hey," Eddie says gently. You flinch despite his best efforts not to startle you.
He looks tall outlined by the sun.
"You okay?" he asks.
"I just wanted some fresh air," you say.
He raises his brows slightly. "That why Gareth just apologised to me?"
You wince as he sits down. All of you wants to sag into his side, but a small voice tells you not to. You stay ramrod straight, hands pressed flat and clammy to your knees.
Eddie gives your elbow a rub. His thumb digs into soft skin and the harder suggestion of cartilage and bone before sliding up. He uses touch often to convey silent reassurement. This seems to say, I don't know what happened, but I'm here.
"I'm fine. We can go back inside," you say, attempting to fool him.
"There's no rush." His voice tips to a low, rough register. He's keyed in to your upset, no doubt about it. "It's a nice day, babe."
He gives you a minute. The small feathering of clouds skirts one edge of the horizon to the other, the shadow of the diner stretching tall as the sun lazes down. You push the worst of your feelings from your mind. It's easy to do with such an unshakeable support at your side, his fingers curling down to your forearm, vying for a hand to hold.
"I heard your friends talking about me. It wasn't all nice," you confess.
"Assholes."
You glance at his face. He has a crease between his brows.
"Well, mostly Gareth. He said that I… act like a kid. A toddler, that I'm too much, at least for him to stand. And don't get me wrong, Eds, I'm not thrilled that they were talking about me, but I guess I…" You take a short breath and look away from him. "I hate that it's true."
"You can be mad when people talk shit. I'm mad," he says. "He said you're like a toddler?" He shuffles closer to you on the bench. "Babe, it's not true, okay? You're not too much. Fuck, we're here to hang out and they can't wait ten minutes to run their mouths–"
"It wasn't like that, it was just Gareth." Gareth's always been the selfish friend.
"He doesn't get a pass for saying something shitty 'cos he's always shitty. I brought you here," —you peek at him, recognising upset in his tone even when it's the barest inkling— "knowing you didn't really want to come because you get so nervous," —he sounds pained for you— "I fucking told him to leave you alone. I said we wouldn't come around if he didn't stop being a mood killer."
You worry at your bottom lip. "Maybe that's kind of his point, Eds. You have to look out for me. You had to ask someone to be nice to me 'cos I can't handle it–"
"You don't have to handle it. The people around you should be nice to you. This isn't high school, you don't have to put up with it, and I told him that." Eddie grabs your arm with the hand that isn't tangled in yours and turns you to face him. "I'm sorry," he says, almost a murmur, "I didn't invite you today to have you humiliated."
You're feeling a little mortified by the passion of his feelings. He's mad at the wrong person, isn't he? "Why are you sorry? I'm the one who clings to you."
"I want you to." Eddie holds your eyes, brown and big and imploring you to listen, the starts of his brows sewing together. "I'm sorry because it's not fair. And because Gareth was a dick to you. And for getting mad." He smiles at you ruefully. "I'm being a dick, too."
"In what world?"
Eddie leans in slowly, giving you enough time to close your eyes as his nose bumps into yours, encouraging your head up to allow for a kiss. He kisses twice, a third time, pulling away to rub your bottom lip.
"Are you really upset?" he asks softly.
You know whatever answer you give him is one he's okay with.
"I feel so embarrassed," you say. "They knew that I overheard them. Now I feel like I'll be constantly worried about how much I'm touching you."
"Well, that's their problem. That doesn't say shit about you," Eddie says, wrinkling his nose.
"I'm really not too much?" you ask. He can likely hear how desperate you are for a kind answer, your throat burning with the effort it takes to stave off tears.
"You've never been too much. I'm the too-much one. You wouldn't even hold my hand when we first started dating, you remember that? We'd go to the movies and you'd get so flustered when I bought your ticket." Eddie's arms wrap around your waist, the breeze ruffling his sweet curls and sending gusts of his smell your way. You're a goner, dropping your face into his shoulder. "Do you remember that?" he asks again, his face slipping down to yours as he hugs you close. "The first time we went to the Hawk together, I went first, and I don't know why you thought you'd have to buy your own ticket but you got all quiet when I got yours, too. I loved that. You know what I loved even more than that?"
You smile, knowing he's going to say something lovely. "What?" you ask.
"I loved how proud you were to sit down with me. You wouldn't hold my hand but you'd put your cheek on my shoulder just like this."
Eddie rubs the tip of his nose against your temple. "I love how much you want to be near me," he says. "It's not childish, is it? If being closer to me makes you feel better, there's nothing wrong with that. Gareth's just jealous 'cos he isn't getting laid."
"That's what Maggie said." You laugh.
"Maggie's a good one. She makes Gareth bearable, kind of."
You feel the stretch of his back under your hands. Your head is pounding from the sudden rush of big emotions, your tongue dry and throat aching, but you don't have a lick of urgency to get up and go back in.
"He's such a dick," you whisper.
Eddie laughs, patting your back. "Such a fucking dick."
"I can't help being a loser and wanting to hug you so much," you say. You're joking now, but it's true all the same.
"I tempt the untemptable," he says agreeably.
You laugh and lift up a bit to hug him harder, your face pressing into his neck.
"You're not a loser," he says more seriously. "You know that, right? What Gareth said, it's not okay, but there's no accounting for idiocy." Eddie sits back on the bench, taking your forearms into his hands for some more soft massaging. "He can think whatever he likes, I'm not the government, but he was wrong, and also it's rude and, again, super shitty of him to do that here. So with your blessing I'm gonna punch him in the face."
"Nooooo," you murmur.
"Very soft no. Taking it for a yes."
"Eddie, you can't hit Gareth."
"He should watch his mouth, then."
You reach up for a second hug. You love that he prioritised how you felt, as well as how eager he is to stick up for you —how mad he is on your behalf.
"He's trying to take this away from me," Eddie says, leaning back under your weight, arms crossing behind your spine. He looks up at you like you've stolen his breath, lips parted and teeth peeking out with his smile.
"Do you really want to punch him?" you ask. You sound very fond.
"I hate that he made you feel bad about yourself. And he irritates me."
"But…"
Eddie hums like he's thinking for a moment. "No, I definitely still want to hit him."
You tuck a curl away from his cheek tenderly. "Thanks for wanting to defend my honour, Eds," you say.
"I'm on your side through everything." He looks ridiculously pretty saying such a ridiculously lovely thing. "That's how we work, right? You're on my side too?"
Your face flushes with heat. "Of course I am, baby."
"Good. Unrelated to our previous conversation, how much money do you have, roughly? In case I need financial aid in the coming days." He drops his voice to a whisper, "How much even is bail lately?"
You cup his cheek. "We can't afford it," you whisper back.
"Typical."
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He's A Pretty One
Fandom: Stranger Things
Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Summary: You're visiting your cousin in Hawkins for the summer and you meet his very pretty and very rebellious friend and bandmate.
You're mindlessly perusing through the aisles of Family Video. Your younger cousin, Gareth dragged you along so you could help him decide on what movie to pick.
He approaches you with two in hand, "Halloween or Texas Chainsaw Massacre?"
You grimace and look at him with a confused look, "Gare, it's the summer time. Why the hell do you want to watch horror movies?" It was summer time. You were one hundred percent sure there were better movies to pick than either of those two.
Your cousin rolls his eyes at you, "You can watch scary movies any time of the year, Y/N." His statement makes it seem like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"It feels wrong watching it during the summer," you try to reason with Gareth.
He smirks, "Do you not want to watch it because it 'feels wrong'," he says using air quotations, "or is it cause you're a scaredy cat?" He's looking at you with the most annoying look on his face that you kind of want to punch him.
You narrow your eyes at him, "Shut the fuck up, Gareth. I'm not the one who refused to swim in the pool three summers ago after watching Poltergeist."
You hear a snort around the corner, causing you and Gareth to turn. A guy who looks around to be your age comes into view. His arms are crossed over his chest and he's smirking at Gareth, "You refused to go swimming after Poltergeist?"
Gareth rolls his eyes, "You never know if the pool you're swimming in was built over dead bodies that hadn't been relocated!"
The guy snorts and looks at you, sticking his hand out, "I'm Eddie-"
"Munson. Yeah, Gare's mentioned you before. I'm Y/N," you grasp his hand and give it a quick shake.
"Huh. Funny. Gareth never mentioned he had a girlfriend," he looks you up and down with no shame.
Both you and Gareth gag.
"We're cousins!"
"That's so fucking gross."
Eddie chuckles and holds his hands up, "Sorry. Didn't mean to assume," he then grabs the two movies from Gareth's hands. He looks at both and then shoves Texas Chainsaw Massacre to his chest, "Chainsaw Massacre is better."
He smirks and looks you up and down one last time, "Hope to see ya around Y/N," he gives you a wink and heads to the counter to pay.
Gareth looks at you and then Eddie and then back at you, "Please, don't," he says with a pleading face of desperation.
"What? I didn't say anything!"
"Please don't tell me you like Eddie."
"I don't....I just think he's...pretty."
Gareth gags again and you smack him on the head, "Oh quit it! Besides, I can have a summer fling if I want! You said there's nothing fun to do in this town, so why can't I create some fun for myself?"
"That's gross," your cousin shudders and goes to the counter to pay.
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The next time you see Eddie is at band practice. Eddie as well as the rest of Corroded Coffin arrive at Gareth's ready to practice their new set.
Eddie gives you a nod while the rest of the guys are fairly awkward around you. While they're warming up and tuning their instruments, you go up to Eddie, putting an extra sway to your hips.
"Is it okay if I'm here?"
He nonchalantly shrugs with a grin on his face, "Why wouldn't it be okay?"
You nod towards Jeff and Doug behind him, "I think I make them uncomfortable."
Eddie looks over his shoulder and snorts, "It's just 'cause they've never been in the presence of a hot girl before."
You smirk at him, "You think I'm hot?"
He looks you up and down like he did at the video store, "I think you know the answer, sweetheart."
"CAN WE PLEASE START PRACTICE NOW?!" Gareth yells, breaking the tension that started to build between you and Eddie.
Eddie rolls his eyes and slips his guitar strap over his shoulder, "Yeah, alright." He slowly backs away but shoots you a wink as he gets into position.
You plop yourself onto the couch ready to watch what your cousin and his friends got.
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You thought Eddie was hot before but holy fuck was he sexy as hell now after you've watched him perform. The way he plays and sings his heart out is just...it leaves you speechless...and a little hot.
After practice was over, Gareth goes up to you, sweaty but with a proud look on his face, "So? Whaddaya think?"
"You guys sound pretty good, Gare. And you guys are performing this weekend right?"
"Yup! You're coming right?"
You snort, "I have nothing else better to do, plus, I gotta support your annoying ass," you shove his shoulder and your cousin rolls his eyes.
You try to shove him again but Gareth dodges you and steps away. You chuckle and then glance at Eddie, who's had his eyes on you the entire time.
You walk up to him with a smirk, "Not bad, Van Halen."
"Thanks," Eddie puffs up his chest in pride, "Gonna be our first groupie, hm?"
You scoff and wave off his comment, "Oh please, I'm just supporting my cousin."
Eddie licks his lips and leans closer to you, "Come on. Once we get big, you can have bragging rights that you were our first fan and that you knew us before we blew up."
You cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head to the side, "That all I get for seeing you guys perform? Bragging rights?"
He looks at you with a smirk, "Why? You want something more?"
You snort and take a step closer to Eddie, your face very close to his, "Think you have something I'd want, Pretty Boy?"
He's smiling wide at you now, "You think I'm pretty?"
You look him up and down just like how he did earlier. To repeat his words back to him, "I think you know the answer, sweetheart." You then turn on your heel and head back inside Gareth's house leaving him feeling equally as hot as he made you feel.
Part 2
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"Our first kiss was here." Satoru speaks while walking by your hand, stopping in front of one of the Jujutsu High entrances, decorated with big wood doors and high trees. You remember it, a specially hot day of summer, right before entering work, some years ago.
"I was so nervous, and the kiss was so messy..." Satoru frowns at your words, turning to face you. Your hand is still caged on his big one, and he takes the glasses away to look directly into your eyes.
"Messy? I remember it was really cute." He sits on a near bench, pulling you to sit on his lap. You feel your cheeks heating up as he starts to speak. "You were so cute that day... Well, you're always cute." Your laugh makes him smile, his hands running up and down your hips, his breath tickling your nape and his heart racing as much as yours. Spring is about to arrive, and the mountains are vivid green, decorated with explosions of pink and lavender. A sweet breeze takes away the hotness of the sun and plays with Satoru's white hair. He sighs.
"That day I wanted to say so many things to you, but still I was unable. I wanted to take your hands on this exact bench and just let everything escape. Lucky you today we have plenty of time, and I have way more things to say." His voice makes you turn towards him with curiosity, and he smiles, taking a hand to your cheek while the other keeps you balanced by your hips. "I wanted to tell you how much I liked you. How adorable is whenever you can't find a spot to leave your bicycle when you arrive, how cute you look when you apply chapstick quickly before entering work. I wanted to let you know that I could see you sleep for hours and that when you wake up, dressed in golden sun rays by my side, I feel the luckiest man alive. Because, from everyone in the world, you decided to share it with me. And you can't even imagine how big that is, love. You chose me. You always let me know the reason why you cry, and you let me calm you and assure you until I can see your smile again. You open yourself for me, you trust me and I keep that as a treasure. I'm able to hold you on your best days, but also on your worsts." Satoru kisses your shoulder before speaking again. "I could hear you speak about that novel you're reading for hours if that means you're gonna speak passionately about something you enjoy, and I will carry you to bed again and again, every single day you fall asleep watching a movie or playing a game on the couch. I will leave the blanket on your side when we sleep because I know you can't fall asleep if you're cold, and I will always keep an extra sugar cube on my pocket because you like your coffee sweet." your eyes feel teary, and he takes the first tear away with his thumb. The way he looks at you is so pure, so full of love and admiration, you can't take your eyes away from him. You take air. Your feelings feel way too big for your chest, and pressing your lips to his, you try to tell him everything you can't reach with words. How much you love him, how grateful you are, how lucky you feel to be able to spend your life with him. He kisses you back, hungrily, desperately, making you feel that he understood you and that he feels the same. He parts shortly, caressing your hips back, before standing up. "Let's go home, love. I still have a lot of things to say, a lot of things to show and a lot of things to do to you. "
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Hi, love you’re writing! I was wondering if you were open to a Sebastian request… there’s a HC that the reason his hair is always so chaotic is due to Solomon taking sheep shears to his head, and I was wondering if you could use that to do a small fluff, possibly revealing a crush, between Sebastian and MC, in which he’s received another Solomon haircut and is feeling really self conscious about it, so MC assures him it’s not so bad/he’s still handsome
I'm not even kidding, I saw this request and immediately had to do it because I love it so much - I recently went to Universal (Islands of Adventure) and saw the Hogwarts castle and Hogsmeade... I may have cried a little.
Summary: The request
Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x MC (No pronouns used)
Warnings: Uncle Solomon (there, I said it), angst, fluff, food mentioned, use of 'MC', honestly just real fluffy fluff which I feel like we don't have a lot of. Wrote this in one sitting so most definitely typos. If you're on a computer, the pictures might be formatted weirdly.
Contains (Or Lacks): No specific house mentioned. The main plot of the game still happened, but Sebastian's side quest did not. Which means Solomon's alive, but Anne is not cured. Set in summer.
(Pictures Found on Pinterest)
The summer sun was always a lovely feeling after the long and cold winters that occurred in the Scottish Highlands. You could admit the snow was pretty, but the way the warmth engulfed you as your journey took you through fields of flowers, across crystal clear water streams, all whist surrounds by tall mountains that were accented with green. Green was everywhere - green grass, green trees, green bushes, and everything so forth. Each breath you took filled you with peace.
Then there you were.
Feldcroft.
It was only a month and a half ago since you last saw your best friend, Sebastian. The end of your 6th year left you torn. Why? Because ever since you and him met in 5th year, you couldn't deny the spark that ignited when your eyes first met his. It was almost as if Merlin himself wrote in the stars that the two of you would find each other one day. And thank Merlin you did. He was there for you during your fight in the Goblin War, he was there for you in the search to find all the answers that led to more questions, and he was there for you when you lost Professor Fig. But, there were lows that came with it.
You couldn't help him. Over the last two school years, you've tried and failed to have found a cure for his twin sister Anne. You both now knew Rookwood was behind the cruelty and not a goblin, but what good did it do when you were too blinded by the fight to have forgotten to force the answers Sebastian so desperately needed out of him? At least, that's what you tell yourself. Sebastian had to have told you a million times not to blame yourself, but you couldn't follow through. The only way to fix things was to find a cure for Anne.
You clutched the handle of your trunk as your eyes caught the all too familiar well of Feldcroft.
"Off on another adventure?"
You turned your head with a raised eyebrow toward Ignatia Wildsmith. With a chuckle, you continued forward.
"Ah! MC, good to see you again!" Bernard Ndiaye, the Feldcroft shopkeeper, called out.
You smiled and walked up to him. "Hello, Bernard. Doing well?"
"As good as one can be," he answered. "What brings you to town?"
"Oh, I'm just visiting a friend," you replied, vaguely. "Sebastian," you added.
"Ah... young Sallow. I've seen quite a bit of him recently."
"Hm?" You gave him a questionable look.
"He's been helping the folks around here with some labor. He's been a great help to me, keeping my shop tidy and stocked!"
"Sounds like Sebastian," you laugh.
He echoed your laughter. "I shouldn't have been surprised of your arrival, he's been talking about you."
"Has he?" You perked.
"Oh yes... all good things, of course." He grinned, smugly.
You furrowed your eyebrows at him in suspicion. "I'll take your work for it..." you dragged in amusement. "Well, I should probably be going, they are expecting me."
"Yes! Yes! Don't let me keep them waiting." He waved you off as he takes a sip of his tea.
You smiled and waved goodbye. You walked away toward the Sallows' house which you deemed as the most whimsical looking one out of Feldcroft, but maybe you were biased. You sighed as you took in the house. It was small, but beautiful. You took note of the new elements that have appeared since the last time you were here. A few new plants, a few new fruits and vegetables in their garden, even a new painted wood sign that claimed their residency. Everything looked perfectly tended to.
You raise your fist to knock, but before your knuckles could touch the door you heard what sounded like a grunt coming from behind the house. You froze in attempt to make it easier to hear. Your eyebrows furrowed when you heard yet another one. You took a step back from the door and set down your luggage. Your curiosity led your feet around the house, eyes bouncing around to spot the source of the sound.
You stopped over by the training dummies when you heard another sound, louder than had been before. You turned your head rather abruptly knowing you had finally found your conclusion but that backfired when you felt your knees nearly give out on you.
Oh.
Your face flushed when your attention was suddenly drawn to none other than your best friend. Your best friend that you fancied like mad, right here in front of you, skin glistening from sweat, breathing heavily with the occasional grunt as he moved large trunks of wood. Your eyes widened the more you continued to gawk at him, you didn't even notice that your jaw had dropped a little at the sight of him.
He stood up straight and lifted his hat a little to wipe the sweat off his forehead. He let out a long sigh of exhaustion and let his head hang low for a moment before shaking it off and turning his body to where you stood. You swore you saw his soul leave his body when he was smacked in the face by your presence.
He jumped and grasped his chest with a gasp. "Merlin MC, don't do that to me! How long were you standing there?" he scolded.
Your brain didn't process his scolding. You smiled and walked with vigor up to him. Without a word you threw your arms around your neck and pulled him into an embrace. He stiffened for a second before hugging you back
"I missed you," you said.
He wouldn't have admit it in that moment, but hearing your voice after haven't heard it in a while made his stomach flutter. A smile made its way onto his face. "I missed you too."
You pulled away, but not too far as you scanned his face for any changes. He did the same.
"You've grown," you pointed out.
"Have I?" He smirked.
"At least an inch." You narrowed her eyes. "And you got a new freckle... right... there." You poked his cheek.
He jokingly slapped your hand away. "I see you haven't change one bit," he teased.
You rolled your eyes. You raised a hand to block your eyes from the sun. "Merlin Sebastian, how are you wearing a hat right now in this weather?"
You didn't mention it, but you saw the way his cheeks turned a light shade of red.
"Where's your luggage?" he asked.
"At the front." You jutted your head in the direction.
"C'mon, let's get you settled then." He placed a hand at the small of your back and guided you to the front of the house. He grabbed your luggage and brought it inside, holding the door open for you.
The first thing you saw was Anne. She was standing there with a weak smile on her face. She had gotten a lot thinner since last summer when you saw her, and the dark circles under her eyes were more noticeable. It was a jab to your heart seeing her this way, knowing you couldn't control it.
"MC!" she exclaimed, happily.
"Anne!" You opened your arms and hugged the girl.
"How've you been?" she asked, moving so she could look at you as she spoke.
"I've been good - busy - but good." You hesitated at first, but asked, "And you? How have you been feeling?"
"Some days are worse than others, but today has been good. Probably because I knew you'd be here today." You laughed together. "Uncle has gone out to go get supplies for supper tonight, he should be back soon."
Sebastian behind you muttered something incoherently.
Anne looked at him. "Something on your mind?"
He glanced up from the palm of his hand which he had been absentmindedly tracing. He formed his lips into a tight line. "Nope. Nothing at all... I'll be outside if you girls need anything." He was quick to leave.
You grew a little confused at his rushed exit. "Is there anything I should be aware of?"
Anne scoffed a little. "Oh, it's - it's nothing, it's silly." She brought you to sit at the dining table with her. "He's just a little snippy because Solomon gave him a haircut," she explained.
You didn't know whether to laugh or not. "What?"
Anne shook her head a little. "Ever since we were young, after our parents died, every summer Uncle Solomon will give Sebastian a haircut if he thinks it's gotten too long to do labor with."
You grimaced at the thought of that man giving you a haircut and began to felt sympathy for Sebastian the more you thought about it. "Oh..."
"Solomon recently thought it had gotten too long... I have never seen Sebastian fight it more than he did this time. Honestly, I think it had something to do with you coming so soon."
You frowned. "I'd never make fun of him if that's what he thought."
"He knows that, it's just..."
You tilted your head. "It's just... what?"
She leaned in a little. "It's just that he wants to look his best when he's around you."
"Why should that matter?"
She looked a little taken aback. "My Merlin, do you really not know?"
"Know what?"
"You don't!" she exasperated.
"Don't know what?" You were starting to get a little desperate.
Anne looked around as if to make sure no one was listening. "Be honest with me here... do you fancy my brother?"
You nearly choked out your saliva as you gasped in shock. "What?! No! Me?! No!" You avoided her eye contact as well as her wide grin.
"Oh my gods! You do!" She began to laugh as if it was hysterical. "I knew it!" She slapped the table. "And Sebastian told me you didn't think of him that way..." She shook her head. "I should've listened to Ominis." She began to ramble off about you, Sebastian, and Ominis.
"What are you talking about?"
"You can't tell him I told you, but sister to sister you have to know... that my brother - my twin - is totally in love with you."
You blinked a few times as you attempt to process this information. "What?"
"Now before you start asking - "
"Has he told you that?! Since when?! Why has he never told me?!" you blurted.
"He - "
Suddenly, the door swung open. Heavy footsteps treaded in, the wooden floors creaked underneath the new weight. You turned your head and was met with Solomon whose facial expression hadn't changed since the last time you saw him. A deep scowl.
"You're here early," he grumbled.
Your eyes glimpsed at the grandfather clock in their house. You weren't early, in fact you were actually a little late, but there was no way you would correct him. So, instead, you gave a sweet smile. "I had anticipated some interruption during my travels, but lucky for me none came."
He gave a stiff nod and shuffled his way to the kitchen. "Hope you like Shepard's pie."
Even if you didn't, you would never admit it. "Love it!" You eyed Anne who was holding back a giggle.
"Where's that boy?" he asked, unpacking the produce and meat.
"He's outside, working in the back," Anne answered.
He glared. It wasn't directed toward Anne, but it still managed to make you two cower a little. "No manners that boy has! Invites a guest over and then - " The rest of it was mumbled as he stormed out of the house.
You and Anne could hear muffled shouting.
You turned to Anne. "Anne, about Sebastian - " You were interrupted this time by the door. However, Solomon was now accompanied by Sebastian.
So, that's why he's wearing a hat. You thought to yourself.
Solomon shoved his toward the table where you and Anne sat at. He huffed and sat down beside you.
Anne glanced between the two of you with a sly smile. "So, MC... you said you've been busy, doing what exactly?"
"I've been helping Mr. Weekes at Spintwitches Sporting Needs, he has some new ideas for broom upgrades that I've been assisting him with."
"Sebastian told me you were a good flyer, better than Imelda from what he's told me."
Sebastian had seemed to've perked up. "She's the best on the team."
You breathily scoffed. "That's pushing it a little."
"Nonsense, people think you're gonna get chosen for captain in this new year," he said.
"Don't let Imelda hear that, it'd be over her dead body would I get that position," you half-heartedly joke.
"Anything else you've been doing?" Anne inquired, resting her chin against her knuckles.
"I've been helping Mr. Hill with modeling clothes, helping Sirona at the Three Broom Sticks - cleaning and whatnot, helping J. Pippins with potion deliveries, of course running my own shop - "
"Have you been taking breaks?" Sebastian asked.
You frowned a little at his look of concern. "Of course I have been taking breaks, I''m taking one right now, being here." You could tell that didn't ease him. "It's a busy season, but I've been managing."
"But, you've been drinking enough water, right? Eating enough? Sleeping enough?"
Anne could relate this back to the 'he's in love with you' claim, but you could relate it back to the two of them. He's had to care for Anne for a while now and witnessed her downfall, it's to no surprise he'd be protective over your health and making sure you're okay.
"Yes, Sebastian," you assured.
Solomon was cutting carrots (why is that funny to imagine?), when he grumbled to himself about something. He set his knife down shook his head. "Boy! What did I say about wearing hats indoors?"
You eyed Sebastian's expression. It flickered with embarrassment.
"I am not taking off this hat," he argued.
Solomon crossed his arms and stared down Sebastian. "And why is that?"
Sebastian's lip trembled a little. "W-Well, because - " He sighed in defeat, he didn't want to argue in front of you. That was an embarrassment in itself as he learned the more he thought about the day you first met Anne. "Yes, sir."
Solomon went back to cooking. You didn't know whether to watch or not as Sebastian slowly took off his hat. His eyes casted down in shame. Some of his hair was matted down from the sweat while the rest of it had it's own mind. You had never really seen his natural hair, always tamed with gel. This was the first time you had seen the chaos that was Sebastian's hair, and oh how Solomon did not understand it.
Sebastian ran a hand through it, but it only seemed to have stirred it more. The shorter layers sticking out a little, some parts wavy, some parts straight. The longer layers uneven. You deep down hoped that one day it'd be you who'd give his hair the treatment it deserved, because you knew how much Sebastian cared about it.
"I'm just going to step away for a moment - " Sebastian started.
"No, I need your hand in the kitchen," Solomon countered.
Sebastian shut his eyes. His nostrils flared ever-so-slightly as he breathed in sharply. He stood up and walked to the kitchen.
"Due to the arguing, Solomon did haste the cutting process," Anne explained in a hushed tone
"What does he use for it?" You scooted closer toward her so Sebastian nor Solomon heard.
"Sheep shears." Anne cringed at the thought. "I've been fortunate enough to have never experienced it, Sebastian on the other hand..." she paused. "In our second year, Solomon cut it right before the start of first term, and let's just say... it ended him up with an awful nickname."
"Oh, poor Sebastian..." You sympathized.
"After that he learned how to style his hair and built a new reputation for himself, but I know it haunts him every time this season comes around. I think he's just scared you'll somehow lose interest in him all together if you see him - well... this way..."
You frown and looked at Sebastian whose energy drained in the last hour.
"I don't think that's possible," you whisper, unknowingly.
Anne grabbed your hand that laid on the table. "Maybe it's time to tell him that."
You bit your lip. Your nerves grew the more you thought about such a conversation between you and Sebastian. Where you'd reveal the feelings you've contained since the day you met him. Yes, when you met him, you thought he was attractive, but then you got to know him and suddenly he was beautiful. Inside and out, and that's what scared you.
Were you enough for someone beautiful?
You know Anne said he liked you back, but what if it was all a big misunderstanding? It wouldn't have been the first time.
Could you afford to get your heartbroken by Sebastian?
You think not. Which is why when you got your plate of food, you managed to build up no appetite. You pushed around the potato meat and vegetables until it was nothing but a pile of mush. You could feel the heat of Sebastian's gaze burn into you, but you did you best to avoid it. Eventually, Anne allowed the awkward silence to take over until everyone was done with dinner.
Sebastian stood up. "I'm gonna go get some air," he announced before leaving.
You watched him carefully as he left.
Anne picked at her fingernails. "I'm gonna go help Uncle with the rhubarb pie," she said, slowly, as if hinting toward something. "If you know... you wanna... talk." She eyed the door.
You picked it up her cues rather easily. "Yeah," you breathed. "Yeah, maybe that's for the best." You cleared your throat as the both of you stood.
Anne could read by your stance how nervous you were. She grasped your upper arm. and gave it a comforting squeeze. "Hey, believe me when I tell you that you have nothing to worry about. I know my brother better than anyone and I know... you're everything to him."
You could've argued against that, but chose to bite your tongue and nod. She smiled and gave your upper arm one more squeeze. She walked past you to the kitchen. You sighed and glanced at the door. After what felt like a lifetime you took the first step toward exiting the house until you felt the cool breeze against your face. You ventured out a little and turned your head to your right. It was where you two met up the day you first came to Feldcroft all that time ago, before you met Anne, before him and Solomon got into that fight, and before you told Sebastian all about the keepers.
You walked up the steps and to him where he was leaning against the railing. His back was still turned to you which prompted you to rest against the railing next to him. The two of you wallow in the silence.
"I'm sorry," he said, breaking the silence.
"What for?"
"For being distance."
"It's okay - "
"It's not okay..." He groaned a little. "It's stupid." He shook his head.
"What is? I can tell you, whatever it is, it is not stupid if it's affecting you this much." You knew what it was, but for you to truly understand, you needed to hear his feelings on it.
He shakily sighed. "I know you've noticed, how could you not notice?" He tugged at a strand of his hair which stuck up and out of place. "I swear he treats me as though I'm still a child."
"Sebastian..."
"Don't even lie and tell me it doesn't look bad."
"Could you look at me, please?" He hesitates but does so. "Here..." You stand upright, guiding him to do the same. Cautiously, you began to run your fingers through his hair. You don't verbally mention the way he shuddered immediately when doing so, or when he sighs again, this time of content. You smile, and continue to use your fingers to carefully style his hair. "This is the first time you've ever let me do this."
"Is it really?" He sounded absent. You noticed he had close his eyes and was now leaning into your touch a little more than before. "I've been missing out..."
"Just give me the word and I'll do this at any time for you." You smiled even though he couldn't see it.
"Careful... I think I'd tell you to never stop at some point."
You chuckle but don't respond. You finish by brushing his bangs to the side. Your eyes flickered all around his face. You were so close, you could've counted every freckle, every eyelash, every scar and imperfection that was perfection simply because it was him. Without another thought, your fingers dragged to trace the side of his face down to his jawline. During that, his eyes slowly opened. Your hand didn't leave his face as his eyes bored into yours.
Have they always looked at you that way?
"Have I told you lately that no matter what... you're beautiful... to me?" you stammered.
His breath hitched in his throat. "No," he breathed. "But, then again, I've been doing a terrible job reminding you that as well."
"We ought to really work on that together then, hm?"
He lifted up a hand and pushed your hair back behind your ear. "Yeah..."
"Sebastian?"
"Yes?"
"Kiss me."
You could only describe the moment as the stars having finally aligned. He wasted no time placing his lips against yours. There was no barrier of friendship keeping him from doing the thing he's been wanting to do for so long. You both have well crossed that safe line and now there was so turning back. Sebastian pulled you closer as he deepened the kiss. He wanted to make up for all the time he let go by without making you his. And he really wanted you to be his as much as he wanted to be yours. He wanted to memorize the feeling of your lips against his, your body pressed to his body, the tickle of your hair of his face, the feeling of your fingers in his hair. All that he wanted to consume was you.
The two of you pulled away to catch your breath. You both laughed and leaned into each other as you processed the moment as it was really happening.
You sighed, happily. "You know, your uncle is going to be wondering where we went."
"I honestly could care less about that right now." He couldn't stop smiling. He goes to lean in again but is interrupted by someone clearing their throat.
"As much as I'd love for you guys to continue your moment, I was ordered to tell you that the pie is ready," Anne said with an amused glint in her eye. "I'd also like to mention that I told you so, to both of you." She spun on her heel and began to slowly walk away.
You and Sebastian watched Anne walk away with wide eyes. Sebastian intertwined your fingers with his. "I guess we do have all of summer to spend time with each other."
"I'd like to think it wouldn't end just there," you tease as the you both start to walk back to the house.
"Don't you worry, you're gonna be stuck with me for life. Bad haircuts and all." He nudges you, playfully.
A perfect life.
Your eyes soften. "Lucky me," you whisper.
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Okay, ocean-loving Inumaki, you know? those who love jellyfish and have shark pajamas. Taking him on a date to the aquarium, I feel like he would be very happy and look so tiny 🤏🏻 Whatever. I love how you writing you're great!
You take Inumaki on an aquarium date
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CW: mentions of octopi having sex ig, fluff, NOT beta-read, read at your own risk
Note: @kainlvstoge omg i'm sorry this took so long, but thank you so much for your kind words!! i had never thought about my boy inumaki as an ocean lover, but i can see it now that you said it. anyways, i hope you enjoy it!!! also: i had to do a little research for this fic, so take any facts with a grain of salt
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Every single date your boyfriend had taken you on was perfect; like something out of a dream. Picnics in a field of wildflowers on a sunny spring day, stargazing at night from a blanket nest in the back of a pickup truck he borrowed from one of Nobara’s relatives, watching fireworks on a balmy, clear summer night. Every romantic fantasy you ever had, he fulfilled, just by listening to you ramble about yourself.
Which is why you wanted so desperately to return the favor, and take him on his dream date. But there was one little problem. Actually, one looming, mortifying, mountain sized problem: you had no idea what his dream date would even look like. For weeks you pondered, agonizing over whether or not to straight up ask him, ruining the surprise and admitting you’re a terrible significant other in the process. No. You couldn’t ask him. So you did the next best thing, which is why you were currently treating his best friend to coffee.
“So uh, not that I don’t appreciate it or anything, but may I ask why you suddenly insisted on buying me coffee?”
Too nervous to meet Yuuta’s piercing blue-gray eyes, you stared daggers into your innocent chai latte.
“This is actually super embarrassing, but would you mind if I asked you for some advice?”
“I’m not sure how much help I’ll be, but go ahead.”
Starting off, you told him about what a thoughtful and sweet boyfriend Toge is, before moving on to explain your dilemma, asking him for his help.
“And it’s not like I haven’t had a ton of ideas! It’s more like, none of them feel right, and I want this to be perfect.” You finish your explanation, looking at Yuuta hopefully. “So, I was hoping that as his best friend, you might have some suggestions?”
“Actually, I do.” He leans forward a bit, in a conspiratory manner. “Not a lot of people know this about him, so I’m not surprised you don’t, but you can’t tell him I told you, deal?”
You nod, willing to agree to pretty much anything at this point.
“He’s like, obsessed with anything ocean related. I mean, he’s a total geek about it. He’s got tons of facts about sea creatures memorized, and even has this pair of pajama pants with little jellyfish on them. So I’d take him to the aquarium if I were you. Before the two of you started dating, he used to drag me there every other weekend.”
You sat back in your seat, stunned. How did you not know this about him? In a week or so the two of you will have been dating for a year! Smiling, at Yuuta, you return to the campus and thank him profusely for his insight before returning to your room and pulling up the local aquarium’s website. You had a date to plan.
A little over a week later, your one year anniversary had arrived and you were ready. You had told your boyfriend to keep his schedule open because you had a surprise planned for him, so when you were ready with the tickets tucked securely in your bag, you told your boyfriend to meet you at the school gates.
When you arrived, he was already there, and you took a moment to appreciate how attractive he was in his casual clothes. He was wearing a black long sleeved shirt with a baggy white t-shirt over it, his black cargo pants mostly covering his battered converse. Looking up from his phone he waved at you grinning. Running up to him, you flung your arms around his neck, feeling his chest rumble with laughter as he caught you.
“Konbu!” He greeted you, before pulling out his phone and typing something.
You look really nice today :)
“Thanks Toge!! I like your outfit too! It looks very comfortable.” You rub your hands up and down his sleeves for emphasis. “Now let's go!”
You grab his hand, and drag him off to the bus stop, ignoring his protests and questions regarding your date, simply telling him it’s a surprise for a reason.
After a short bus ride filled with mock bickering and laughter, you pull him off at your stop and wait for him to realize where you are.
The aquarium?? He waves his phone in your face, looking at you questioningly. How did you know?
You wink at him. “I have my ways. Now, do you want to go in, or not?”
His eyes widen, and he nods in excitement as he grabs your hand and tugs you along. After giving the lady at the booth your tickets, you let him take charge, as he clearly was well acquainted with the place. Pulling you along, he chattered away excitedly via his phone, spewing random facts left and right.
For example at the shark exhibit:
Did you know that sharks are covered with little teeth called dermal denticles?? That’s why their skin feels like sandpaper!
He pressed his hand to the glass separating him from the shark with excitement in his eyes, as if he were imagining what it would feel like to pet one. You watched him, fascinated with this new side of him you were discovering.
At the octopus tank:
Did you know that having sex gives male octopi dementia? Imagine if humans were like that, it’d be hysterical
You shake your head as he giggles to himself, and let him guide you to the next exhibit.
Finally, the two of you take a break, buying lunch and sitting on a bench to eat. You observe the happiness on his face as he uses his fries to draw in his ketchup, positive the aquarium was the right choice. Sending Yuuta a silent thank you, you begin eating your own lunch.
The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, leaning against each other as you eat before you speak.
“It’s really cool that you know so much about the ocean and sea creatures, and it’s adorable how excited you get when you see them, but…I don’t exactly know how to say this, but why sea creatures? What got you so into them?”
Thoughtfully, Inumaki takes another bite of his sandwich before setting it down and grabbing his phone after wiping his hands. He types for a few minutes, pausing occasionally to delete a sentence and rewrite it. After what feels like forever, he scrolls back to the top, reads what he wrote, and hands you the phone.
I guess it’s probably because of my cursed technique. There’s not really much sound underwater, you know, but all of these creatures can still communicate. Like, did you know that lobsters pee out of their eyes, and that they pee on each other to communicate? Sure, it’s gross, and I can’t just go around peeing on people if I want to tell them something, but somehow it made me feel less alone. So every time I was frustrated or annoyed, because I couldn't speak, I went and learned something about sea creatures instead of feeling sorry for myself.
As you read, your heart hurt for him, but at the same time you were glad that he had found an outlet for his negative feelings. Handing him the phone back, you pulled him into a hug.
“I think it’s great that you found such a positive way of coping when you felt insecure, but I’m sorry you ever felt that way. I wish you had told me about it sooner, and I wish I had taken you to the aquarium before this.”
He pulled away, and you didn’t need anything typed out to read the vulnerability in his eyes. “I don’t think you’re weird for loving sea creatures at all, and I don’t care that you can’t talk. I understand what matters, so you don’t need to use your words. And, if you’re okay with it, I would love to keep coming back here so you can teach me more about sea creatures. I want to know all sides of you, Toge. There’s not a single part of you I don’t love. So, let’s come back next weekend, what do you say?”
He nodded, and pulled you back into a hug. Nestling into his arms, you soaked up his warmth, feeling his love in his embrace. Because that was enough for the two of you to communicate.
All you needed was each other.
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Borderlines - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots
Summary: Wanda and the borderlines of healthy in her relationships.
Warnings: Implied Cheating, Toxics behaviors, High School, secret dating, implied smut (no description), mild angst. | Words: 1.016k
A/N-> I just forgot I had ones ready in my drive. Just loose ideas transformed into small works, enjoy! I'll try to upload once a week.
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"I'm tired of your games. To be frank, I am tired of you."
Dial this number?
This phone is not receiving calls at the moment, please leave a message after-
With a weary sigh, Wanda threw the device away, one hand covering her face as she normalized her breathing.
Don't cry. Don't cry.
A sob ripped through her throat, and Wanda got to her feet, frantically moving around the room. She collected in record time every little thing of yours that was still lying around the bedroom.
She had a box full when she finished, and a face wet with tears. She ignored her twin's worried question about her state, heading downstairs toward the garage, where as soon as she reached the car, she tossed the box into the passenger seat.
The way to your apartment was made at high speed, but Wanda couldn't worry about future traffic tickets now.
She arrived at a crowded place, used to the always busy condo of other residents. Some of them recognized her, and this only made Wanda feel even more nauseous. The box weighed heavier in her arms.
She pressed the doorbell impatiently many times, until your figure appeared with a towel in her hair, worry dissipating into irritation as soon as she recognized the figure on the other end.
"Jesus, Wanda, what the hell are you doing here?"
Suddenly, all rehearsed speech faded from her mind. Wanda noticed many things at once, easily overwhelmed by the smell of post-bath, and the amount of skin exposed by your pajamas.
Her throat went dry.
"I-I..."
You grimaced at the box. "Oh, I get it." And you looked suddenly very sad. Your hands grabbed the item away from her, and Wanda didn't have the strength to resist. She clenched her fists at the side of her body, wanting to scream without being able to form any coherent sentence to say. "If that was all it was, please go away."
The tears were back, burning behind her eyes. But this time, you had a pair too, and this gave Wanda the courage to approach. The box bumped against her stomach, and your back against the door.
"Please, just-"
You looked away. "You've said everything, Wanda. Did you forget? Yesterday, to those jerk friends of yours. I don't mean anything, so stop pretending."
"You got it all wrong-"
A hoarse laugh made her shudder. "Right, on top of everything else, I'm also dumb." You sneered, the box pushing her a few inches away as you moved the item inside, placing it on the floor. Wanda denied it, shaking her head in desperation to clear up the misunderstanding, but you put your hands on her shoulders to push her out. "I don't want to talk to you. I don't even want to see you. Go away, the least you can do is leave me alone after everything!"
She let herself be pushed out, but as soon as you made mention of moving away, her hands grabbed your wrists, holding you in place.
"Please, let me explain, Vis and I have been distant, he shouldn't be back home yet and I didn't know how to tell you-"
"I don't want to hear about it!" You squirmed, sobbing, giving a tug to free yourself from the grip. Wanda was crying too - As in her, all the moments of the past few weeks were passing in your mind. Unlike Wanda, now that you knew the truth, everything carried the idea that it was a lie. An act, a distraction. You hearing Wanda try to dispel her friends' suspicions by saying you were just a party friend, a summer fling, made everything worse. "Go away or I'll call the police."
Wanda shook her head. "I didn't know how to tell you, but everything I said was true. I'm in love with you, I want to go to NYU with you-"
"Wanda, stop!" You pulled away, crying so hard that Wanda despaired. Your escape back into the apartment made her follow you, closing the door behind her and coming closer until she could hold you again, as she had done so many times in the last few weeks, in this very room.
"I swear, detka, I swear I love you..." She assured, repeating several times until your crying subsided in her arms. She wiped your tears away, kissing your cheeks, repeating the same words like a mantra until you relaxed and responded back. Surrendering to her, as always.
Wanda is not sure who initiated the kiss, but most likely it was her. Soft at first, so as not to scare you off, but then firm and sensual, with tongue. You gasped, cheeks burning as your lower belly, and Wanda wasted no time in clutching at your thin clothes, pulling them off without tenderness.
You muttered something about your colleagues, apartment rules she should know by now, and that was the only deterrent to Wanda's taking you across the living room floor. She dragged you back into the bedroom, pushed you onto the bed, and climbed on top of you.
And she stayed and remained until the tears in your eyes were of pleasure, the whimpers were pleas for more. More from her fingers, from her mouth.
You always slept when she was rough like this. Wanda took immense satisfaction in watching you sleep, but shortly after covering you with a bed sheet, she got up to check the vibrating cell phone in her pants lying on the floor.
Vision sent her a message. The celebratory caption announced that the two of them were going to the same college they had planned for so long. She bit the inside of her cheek, typing that she was very happy for him and then that she needed some time.
She deleted the last part.
"Wan?"
Your sleepy voice made her look away from her cell phone. You gave her a tired smile, of one who was exhausted after coming so many times. Deliciously worn out. "Come back to bed."
She nodded. She forgot to answer any messages, her full attention on you.
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Seven summers, part 4.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female!reader
Summary: Every summer, Draco and y/n meet. First, by pure coincidence, then intentionally. Unbeknown to Draco, y/n's a muggle who has no clue he's a wizard. With the rise of the dark lord, how long can this go well?
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
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Fifth summer, July. (still)
Suffocating warmth. Y/n tries to shift, desperate for fresh air, but something is holding her into place. One of Draco's arms is wrapped around her firmly. She can feel how he snuggles his face into her hair. She manages to turn around in his arms. Draco groans in protest. Y/n starts peppering soft kisses along his jaw and then pushes her face into his chest. "Mornin'", Draco says groggily. "Good morning.", y/n chirps in a muffled voice. "What time is it?", Draco asks and reaches for his watch at the nightstand. "I don't care.", y/n mumbles and pulls him closer. When Draco finally gets hold of his watch, he groans in annoyance. "We need to get up or we'll miss breakfast.", he tells y/n. "I don't care.", y/n repeats, "I don't want to get up". Draco chuckles and ruffles her already messy hair. "C'mon, we can't spend our last day here laying around.", he tells her. "Actually, yes, we can. And actually, maybe that's exactly what we should do. I mean we don't get to do this again until... until whenever we can lie to our parents again, I guess.", y/n argues. "We can meet again some other time this summer.", Draco soothes her. Y/n immediately rips away from his soft embrace. "Really?!", she asks him excitedly. Draco smiles. "I mean... yes, right? We're boyfriend and girlfriend now. We should see each other as often as we can, right?", he asks her mischievously. Y/N nods frantically. "Absolutely!", she agrees. Draco sits up, as does y/n. "Then let's make the best of today and meet again soon for everything we didn't get to do today!", he tells her. Y/n sighs dramatically. "I guess so.", she says and rolls out of bed. After brushing her teeth and quickly putting on some fresh clothes, y/n follows Draco to the breakfast room. They're served by floating tableware and y/n has to suppress her instinct to gawk at the self-filling cups and plates in awe.
"So, what are you up for today? Anything you'd like to do or see?", Draco asks her while shoving some baked beans into his mouth. Y/n puts down her fork and thinks about it for a minute. "We could take a look around Stonehenge.", she proposes then. Draco nods in agreement. "Sounds like a good plan.", he says. They quickly finish their breakfast. Y/n proposes to take the bus at which Draco snorts. However, considering that he hasn't learned apparition yet and also wouldn't be allowed to use magic outside of school, he eventually agrees. On their way to the bus station, they stop at Tesco and get some sandwiches and snacks to have a picnic later. On the bus, Draco is surprisingly anxious even though he would never admit it. "Have you never been on a bus before?", y/n snickers. Draco shrugs. "I've been in a car before, though not voluntarily.", he tells her. Y/n grabs his hand in reassurance and tells him about a trip she took with her parents on a bus.
Little over half an hour later, they arrive at the historic site. At the ticket office, they pay the entrance fee at the ticket office. "They make us pay for this? Unbelievable.", Draco huffs. "Well, somehow they need to maintain the place.", y/n says. "That's crap. They're turning a profit. No muggle should have the right to exploit a magical site like that.", he grumbles. Y/n almost chokes. Stonehenge? A magical place?, y/n thinks to herself and looks at the giant stones. "Draco, I'm actually not familiar with British history. Can you tell me a bit about the place?", she asks him. She's too curious about how the place connects with magic. "Well, about 4000 to 5000 thousand years ago, witches and wizards that settled in the South of England erected the stones. It was a place for magical rituals and magical culture. Even today, at midsummer night, witches and wizards from all over the world travel here to perform magic.", he tells her. "Wow, I had no idea.", she tells him in awe. Draco nudges her. "Don't you feel the buzzing of magic all around you? It's ancient, I can feel it.", he points out to her. Y/n stares at the stones intensively. Nothing. They're just a bunch of big stones to her. She turns around to him. "This place is amazing!", she beams.
They spend some time walking around the area designated for tourists. Y/n spends her time reading the little information signs that inform the visitors about the history of the place. Of course, witches are not mentioned in any of them. Draco keeps spacing off while looking at the stones. Y/n guesses he connects to the place differently than her. In the afternoon, the two have a picnic at one of the picnic sites. Draco sneers at the sight of the muggle families and y/n feels uncomfortable about it. She really wants to tell him about the muggle thing but she feels like she's into deep now. She's afraid he'd break up with her and they never see each other again. After lunch, Draco pulls her to a less crowded place. They wander around and joke around until the sun starts to set and the tourist leave the place. They get comfortable close to the stones and watch the sunset. When it has gotten dark, they build a small campfire and roast marshmallows over the open flame. Meanwhile, Draco tells her all kinds of fantastic stories about the place his mother used to tell him before going to bed. Y/n snuggles up to him and listens to his stories like a child who's been told fairytales for the first time. She can't help but feel jealous that Draco gets to live in this fantastic, magical world while she's stuck in a world that sucks the fantasy and imagination out of children during their very early years.
She sighs and shivers. It's suddenly become quite cold and the fire does little to warm her. Draco's going on about a story of a witch who supposedly resurrected her child among the stones in front of them. Y/n snuggles closer to Draco and lets her eyes wander over the scenery. Suddenly, a flickering shadow above them catches her eye. It looks like a man in a long cape, she thinks. No, actually it looks like a ghost but instead of a white bedsheet, it's wearing a black one. Suddenly every hair on y/n's body bristles. She's having a really bad feeling. "Draco, what's that?", she asks him and points towards the ghostly silhouette above them. "What do you mean? There's noth-". Draco's sentence gets stuck in his throat. Immediately, he jumps up and pulls y/n with him. "Dementor!", he hisses breathlessly, "What is this thing doing here?". Y/n watches the black creature in terror. That's the thing that can suck your soul out of your body, she remembers. Draco immediately pulls out his wand and raises it in defense. The dementor notices them and swooshes down to them but doesn't attack them. Y/n feels like throwing up. "Y/n, quick! Your wand! Do you know the patronus spell?", Draco hisses. Y/n is paralyzed. She's incapable of moving and she doesn't know if it's her own fear or the creature in front of her or both. "Fuck, why don't they teach us apparition earlier!", Draco swears. He starts rummaging through his pockets. "Y/n, quickly, distract it. With a fire or ice spell.", he orders her. "Y/n!", he yells again but y/n remains unresponsive. "Fuck!", he swears and pulls her along. He throws an opened bottle with something green inside at the campfire and green fire erupts from the small fireplace. "This is probably not part of the floor network but hopefully we get out somewhere. Y/n think about the inn, then jump into the fire.", he says. This rips y/n out of her trance. Jump into the fire? Is he crazy?, she thinks. The dementor floats closer and seems to take a deep breath. "Y/n, go! Go!", Draco yells and pushes her into the bursting flames.
When y/n was little she loved to watch all kinds of cartoons. She always thought it was very funny when characters were shrunk and flushed down the toilet. Right now, she doesn't find it funny at all. Because she feels like she's been flushed down a toilet. She tries to focus on the inn, like Draco told her. Before she can fully realize what is happening to her, the green fire is gone and she stumbles out of a fireplace. "What the heck? What are you kids doing?", an agitated voice complains. Behind her, Draco also falls out of the fire. Y/n scrambles onto her knees and tries not to throw up. "What do you think this place is? It's a bed and breakfast, not a playground for you kids to do as you please!", the voice continues to scold them. It's Goover, y/n realizes after a second. Draco is quicker to get onto his feet. "There was a dementor!", Draco yells, "We must inform the ministry!". Y/n manages to find footing and lifts herself off the ground. "Dementors? What are you talking about, boy? This isn't Azkaban!"", Goover continues his rambling. "It's true, I swear! We just managed to get out of there. Why else do you think we ended up in your living room?", Draco says angrily. Y/n takes a closer look at her surroundings. They're actually in a living room that looks like it's located in the inn. "You are talking nonsense, boy! Now get out of my living room before I contact your father!", Goover threatens. Draco's face goes white and he grabs y/n's arm harshly. He pulls her out of the room and up the stairs. Y/n just follows him. Somehow, she dreads what comes next.
"What the hell, y/n! What were you thinking?", Draco starts yelling at her when they're back in their room. "I-i don't know...", y/n stutters. She still feels so unbelievably cold even though she literally traveled through fire just mere minutes ago. "Yes, clearly you didn't know. What on earth are they teaching you in Ilvermorny? Don't you know any basic defense spells?", Draco hisses. His hand is still wrapped around y/n's arm painfully strong. Y/n pulls at her arm and Draco lets go of her. "Seriously, you didn't even pull out your wand. What kind of witch does not think to do that?", he argues. "I-i was scared...", y/n tries to argue back but her voice sounds meager. "Oh, I'm sorry, y/n, you were scared, of course!", Draco says. His voice is harsh and angry. "It's the first thing you learn in school! Always keep your wand close!", he says and crosses his arms, still holding his own wand. "Where do you even keep it? Don't tell me you keep it somewhere you don't have immediate access to!", he continues to scold her. Y/n's heart sinks. Please don't ask me to show you, y/n begs internally. "Show me! You can't be this defenseless!", Draco orders. Y/n looks like a deer in headlight. "Draco... I-i don't...", she starts but doesn't know how to end her sentence. How can she explain to him that she lied to him all this time? "What? Y/n, where's your wand?", Draco continues to demand. He can see that something's wrong. He suspiciously observes her. Y/n kneads her own hand nervously. "Draco, you see... I don't have one...", y/n finally manages to choke out. Draco looks at her dumbfoundedly. "What?", is all he gets out. Y/n shrugs helplessly. "What do you mean you don't have one? Every witch has one. Where is it y/n?", he says, suddenly feeling nauseous. Y/n doesn't meet his eyes and just lowers her head in defeat. "Y/n... you're a witch, right? You go to Ilvermorny School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, right? Your father works for the Macusa, doesn't he? You said he works at the embassy!", he says almost horrified and desperate at the same time. Y/n can feel tears burning in her eyes. This is not how she thought it would be. She hoped that she could let him down gently. "Y/n! Say something!", Draco croakes and shoves her shoulder. Helplessly, y/n just looks at him with tear-filled eyes.
Draco looks at her for a solid minute before saying in disbelief: "You're a muggle". Y/n can only nod in silence. Draco rubs his hand over his face. "N-no... that can't be right...", he mumbles to himself and starts pacing the room. "I can't... This cannot... My parents will...", he rambles to himself and y/n can't help to watch him silently. Draco abruptly stops. "I can't do this.", he announces and starts rummaging through his bag that he dropped by his bed last night. He pulls out another bottle and puts some green powder into his hand. He shoulders his backpack and leaves his suitcase unnoticed on the other side of the room. "Draco!", y/n finally gets out. Her voice sounds hoarse. Draco finally turns to her. His face contorted in anger. "D-don't! You're not even supposed to be here! You can't be here! If anybody finds out...", he says not finishing his last sentence. "I won't tell anybody!", y/n argues desperately, "I haven't told anybody the past years!". Draco balls his hand into a fist. "That doesn't matter! I-i... I need to go.", he says and turns towards the fireplace. "Wait, you can't leave!", y/n yells but Draco already threw the green powder into the fire. The room is suddenly illuminated by green light and before y/n has a chance to say something else, he's gone.
Slowly, the green fire goes back to normal and warm, orange flames brizzle in the dark room. Y/n chokes and tears start to overflow. She sinks onto her knees and presses her arm against her mouth in an attempt to silence her sobs. She starts to sob uncontrollably and doesn't manage to calm down for a while. When she eventually gets a hold of herself, she loudly says into the empty room: "I need to get out of here". She quickly grabs all her things and carelessly pushes them into her suitcase. She shoulders her bag and then rushes to the door. Before she pushes down the door handle, she stops. I need to be quiet, she thinks. She looks around the room for a last time and then pushes the handle down as silently as she can. She tiptoes through the hallway. When she walks down the stairs, she stops at every squeak of the old wood beneath her feet. Her heart is beating a thousand miles per minute. She can't face Goover. Who knows what that guy will do when he finds out she isn't a witch. Probably hand her over to the magic police or something. When she manages to reach the front door, she bolts. She doesn't stop running until she reaches the train station. She sits onto her suitcase in front of the building. What on earth is she supposed to do now?, she thinks. She takes out her phone and checks her appearance in the reflection of her dark screen. She rummages through her bag until she finds some makeup wipes. She quickly cleans her face and slaps her cheeks. In an attempt to wake up from the nightmare she just experienced or to redden up her ghostly-white cheeks, she doesn't know. She checks her train app. There's one last connection to London, thank god! She'll call her parents when she arrives in London. If she calls them now, they will try to persuade her to go back to 'Olivia'.
She buys a ticket via the app and waits between two columns for the train. She really hopes no security guides are patrolling. They will definitely ask questions on why a minor is outside alone this late. She probably makes a pretty miserable sight. Looking all disheveled with her red eyes and everything. While waiting for the train, y/n's thoughts are racing. What will happen now? Will she see Draco again? Will he tell anybody? Will some wizards come to her house and get her and her family in trouble? Y/n can feel another crying fit coming. She swallows it down. During the train ride, she stares out of the window numbly and tries her best to dissociate. Upon her arrival in London, she phones her parents. The second she hears her father answering the phone, she's sobbing. Eventually, she makes clear to him where she is and they come to pick her up. Her mother stays on the phone with her the entire ride and when she finally sees their car pulling up, she practically throws herself into her mother's arms. She sobs uncontrollably and can't get any coherent sentences out. Her father is angry, she can see that. However, upon seeing his daughter's disruptive behaviour, he bites down his anger and helps her into the car. There's no conversation during the car ride home. Her mother takes her upstairs to her room when they arrive at home. While y/n is lying in her bed wide awake, she can hear her parents having an angry conversation downstairs. She'll have to come up with a good explanation until tomorrow morning.
She presses her pillow against her chest. She's been in trouble before but somehow it never felt like this. Suddenly, she feels incredibly alone. Hiding her face in the pillow, she wishes for nothing more but that Draco was with her. She can still smell his cologne lingering in the shirt she's wearing. You stupid, stupid idiot, she tells herself. Of course, it would end like this. You know how he thinks about muggles since the very beginning. You're such a fool. Did you really think he was so in love with you that all of this wouldn't matter? You lied to him and you probably could get him into serious trouble. Y/n can feel her pillow get wet with her tears. She didn't know her heart could feel like this. She read a bunch of books about tragic love stories. Nevertheless, no story in the world can prepare you for a real heartbreak. By the ache in her heart, y/n is sure about two things: firstly, y/n's feelings for Draco were true and secondly, she will never ever feel like that for a person again.
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heyy girl i have a request
can you do 2010tom x reader fic where tom and bill have a sister who’s same age as reader(they’re best friends) and tom is crushing on reader(don’t mind me,i love romantic stuff🤧)
hiii ofc pookie
My best friend Summer has 2 twin brothers, one named Bill and one named Tom. Me and Bill are super close and Tom too but Tom is very different.
Tom has always been super flirty with me, kissing my cheek when he greets me, putting his hand around my waist possesively when other guys are around, cuddling me in very provocative ways when I'm over and watching a movie.
Summer never really noticed, he only did it when we weren't around her. I felt bad for letting him do it but I couldn't help myself, he was a really cute guy and super kind. He always treated me with respect and stood up for me if I was getting bullied.
One night Tom had invited me over, it wasn't unusual since we were somewhat friends and Summer knew. Bill and Summer were out for the night, on a holiday with their parents, Tom had decided to stay back to focus on his "studies." I didn't buy it for a second.
Once I arrived he opened the door, his eyes lighting up as he picked me up and hugged me tightly, "heyy y/n!", I chuckled, he set me down eventually and I walked in, heading up to his room.
"Soo, what do you wanna do?" he smiled, obviously super nervous. "Oh, anything" I smiled back, sitting on his bed and looking around his room. I had never really been in his room before, only for a short time if he needed to show me something.
He sat down next to me, his tall frame towering over me, making me cave. "Uh...do you wanna watch a movie?" I said, stuttering slightly. He smirked and rubbed my thigh softly with his thumb, "Y/N, its just us..you don't need to pretend anymore.." he whispered in my ear, softly kissing my neck.
I pulled back, sort of freaked out "Tom..but..what about summer? She'll kill me if she finds out!" I whined, "then we won't tell her" he rolled his eyes, slightly groaning.
I sighed and nodded, moving my neck to give him better access. He grinned and held the back of my head, his lips doing magic on my neck, leaving little marks everywhere he went.
"You know..i've liked you for years y/n, I hate that Summer is getting in the way of us" he sighed, pulling back and looking deeply into my eyes, caressing my cheek. "I know Tommy, but maybe if we tell her another time she'll understand, I'll try and throw hints that i like you.." he nodded "honestly that's kind of a good plan, I just want to be able to hold and kiss you in front of everyone, tell everyone you're mine and mine only"
I smiled, blushing softly "me too Tom, i've liked you for years too..all the secret little acts of affection you do made me fall harder for you" he chuckled "it always made me happy when you'd get flustered, you're so cute" he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against mine.
I softly kissed him, my hand resting on his chest. He kissed back with more passion, holding the back of my head again, pulling me in closer. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me onto his lap.
I continued to kiss him, our lips locking in a desperate embrace, needing each others touch urgently, depraved for so long. "I love you Tom.." I blurted out, his eyes widened, "fuck..no..I'm sorry!" I sighed, thinking it was too soon, how could we ever love me?
My overthinking was cut short by him smashing his lips into mine again, "I love you too..it was just a little shocking hearing it" he chuckled.
(When Tom sees or thinks of Y/N, just the way you are by bruno mars starts to play)
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Goodbye, For Now - Ominis x FemReader
SPOILERS IF YOU HAVE NOT COMPLETED THE GAME
Summary: With the school year coming to a close, she has a hard time parting from her beloved Ominis.
You don't need to read the other parts, but you can if you want
READ PART 1 HERE * READ PART 2 HERE * READ PART 3 HERE * READ PART 4 HERE
Music to Enjoy: Fairy Lands Ambiance 🎵 Mystery of Love 🎵 I'm Sending You Away
Warnings: Breaking Victorian Era modesty rules by sharing a bed *le gasp*, and tons of fluffy kissing (i should be in jail for the fluff crimes I have committed here)
Word Count: ~7,000
Read my other Ominis Fics Here
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Time moves at an unreasonably fast pace as spring shifts into summer. Everyone is eager for the arrival of summer break, while she clings desperately to the remaining moments of the school year. It’s not because she wants to keep attending class, doing homework, or studying endlessly. No, it’s because she’s not ready to part from her friends and her beloved Ominis.
Her connection with Ominis is unlike anything she’s ever experienced before. Since their vows on the beach, it’s as if her walls have all crumbled, and having him in her heart brings her comfort. In his presence, she feels warm and at ease - even when they sit in silence together, engrossed in their reading or studying.
She’ll miss his smiles, which light up the room, and the way he’ll grab her hand in class to hold under the desk, caressing the top with a dreamy smile. While their more passionate moments are reserved for private settings, he will place a tender kiss on her cheek, or hand, before they part ways for their respective classes. His displays of affection are that of a true gentleman - shy, tentative, but brimmed with love - for her alone. The touch of his lips sends butterflies fluttering through her, and his gentle caresses ignite sparks across her skin.
While he tends to be reserved in public, she’s more than happy to make him blush with her bold actions. She’ll kiss his cheek at the dinner table, earning herself a scowl he can’t quite hide as a smile tugs on his lips. Or she’ll embrace him from behind while he’s searching for a book at the library - causing his whole body to momentarily stiffen, chuckling as he gently disentangles himself before anyone sees them. It all makes her heart ache at the thought of having them having to be apart soon. He’s her shelter in the storm, and she wishes she could offer him the same amount of solace.
Ominis interrupts her thoughts with his sweet voice, asking, “What’s on your mind, love?”
The gentle wind tousles her hair as she looks down at him, a smile spreads across her face, catching hints of his arboreous cologne mingling with the fresh earth. He rests his head upon her lap while her fingers comb through his dark blonde hair. His eyes are closed with a tranquil smile playing on his lips. Under the shade of a lone tree, they’ve found a perfect spot to enjoy the afternoon. Blades of grass dance and sway in the breeze, tickling her outstretched legs. Through the bright green leaves, the sun pokes through to lovingly kiss his cheeks and neck. Her other hand moves to follow these traces of light upon his face. She could stay right here, in this moment, for the rest of her days.
“There you go again,” he teases, peeking an eye open for a moment. “Where are your thoughts wandering to?”
She laughs, “You demand quite a lot of attention for someone who’s been napping this whole time.”
His smile shifts into a smirk as he retorts, “It’s not my fault. Your touch has the power to tame Hippogriffs. How am I to resist succumbing to it?”
“Oh, I didn’t realize you were a beast, dearest,” she taps his nose, earning herself a wide smile from him. His hand comes up to cup her own on his cheek, nuzzling himself into her touch then kissing her palm.
“Tell me. What weighs you?”
She laughs to herself at how easily he can read her. Amidst the birdsong and rustling whispers of grass, she gathers her thoughts to respond while gently stroking his cheek with her thumb and twirling his soft hair with her other hand.
“I was just wishing time wasn’t moving so fast,” she confesses.
He nods, a melancholy smile on his face, “I’ve had similar feelings as of late. It’s been wonderful being with you, and I will miss it dearly over the summer. I can’t imagine not being with you everyday.”
His voice fades away into a hushed murmur.
“Me too,” she whispers with a frown. “I know Anne needs you, and Sebastian needs me. I just wish it weren’t so.”
“I know. If only things had been different,” he sighs with a slight pinch of his brows. He strokes up and down her arm, squeezing gently on her forearm. “I’ll miss you. The mere thought already twists my heart in anguish.”
Her frown eases into a warm smile, “And I’ll miss you.”
Leaning down, she places a sweet kiss on his forehead. Before she can pull away, his hand rests on the nape of her neck, guiding her down to his lips. He hums softly from their warm, tender kiss, and when she rests back against the tree, their smiles are brighter. His hand runs down her arm to caress the top of her hand.
“Speaking of, have you spoken to Sebastian yet?”
She sucks in a sharp breath, “Not yet. I plan to after supper today.”
“Good,” he says, kissing her palm again with a soft smile. “I’m glad you’ve been opening up about Ranrok, and not just to me. It’s a relief really, and I can sense the difference within you. You’re lighter, happier.”
“Thanks to you,” she says with a grin. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Ominis.”
“Nor do I, if I didn’t have you,” he whispers with a somber expression. His blueish-gray eyes glaze over, his lips pursed together.
“Now who’s lost in thought,” she giggles.
He chuckles, shaking his head, then saying, “I’ve been thinking about the Undercroft.”
“Oh? What about it?”
He falls silent, his brows pinching together as he traces over her arm and hand with his nimble fingers.
“My family has known of the Undercroft for several generations,” he finally states. “For Isidora to also use it, surely that can’t be a coincidence.”
“What’re you saying? The Gaunts and Isidora may have history? Perhaps relations of some kind?”
Ominis grimaces, “I’m not sure. But, the only way for us to find out would be if I went back home. Back to the Gaunt Estate.”
“No,” she says sternly.
His worried gaze searches for hers, “This is a lead we should pursue. If there’s more information-,”
“I’m not asking you to return back to those vile people for me,” she hisses.
He squeezes her hand, soothing her into an uneasy silence.
“I can handle myself,” he says, his voice filled with assurance.
“I don’t-,” she lets out a heavy breath. “I know you can handle yourself. That’s not-,”
“I wouldn’t have to stay long,” he interjects. “Only long enough to find any records involving Isidora. My mother prides herself on maintaining the family archives. If there’s any information on Isidora, or Ancient Magic, it would be there.”
She turns away from him, her scowl deepening. Staring at the sun reflecting on the Black Lake, his reasoning starts to sink in, and she reluctantly agrees with him.
“I don’t want you to have to return there. Not for me,” she whispers.
His hand cups her cheek, turning her to look back down at him with his gentle gaze.
“I would do anything for you, my love,” he says. “Besides, returning home has long been overdue, and dealing with my family is nowhere near as dangerous as what you’ve faced. I promise, I won’t be in any true peril.”
A heavy sigh escapes her lips. “Promise me, Ominis. Promise me you’ll be careful.”
“I promise,” he replies, his voice steady and unwavering.
She closes her eyes, allowing herself to lean into his touch. The warmth of his hand on her face is both comforting and reassuring.
“When would you go?” she asks, her voice laced with resignation.
“Sometime during the summer. If Anne is well enough, I’ll spend a week or two searching the library. I’ll let you know before I go,” he smiles, reassuring her despite her worries still clawing at her throat.
The flame of determination in his eyes is unwavering. He wouldn’t want to do this unless he thought it necessary, she realizes. She nods, with a heavy heart.
“Very well,” she sighs. “I don’t fancy the idea, but I… can’t deny the importance of finding more knowledge about Ancient Magic. Perhaps one of your ancestors wrote about her, or her magic.”
“I have a strong notion they may have. Any sort of insight would be helpful, if only to help quell your worries, darling. I don’t want you living in fear of the gifts you possess,” he says.
Her eyes widen then she kisses his palm, “Thank you. I… appreciate you, and everything you do for me.”
“We’ll get through this,” he says, filled with determination. “And once I return from the estate, we’ll be one step closer to understanding the truth.”
Gazing into his deep storm-cloud orbs, a spark of hope ignites within her.
“I love you, Ominis,” she whispers, unable to hide her emotions.
“And I love you, my dearest,” he says, his voice soft and sincere. “Always and forever.”
He has a sweet smile as he strokes her cheek. The bond between them brightens and a shimmering aura encapsulates Ominis. If he looked captivating before, he is ethereal now. Magic ripples across his skin and illuminates him as if he were a divine being, a God nestled on her lap. The humming of his presence soothes her soul like the cool wind before a summer rain. His eyes close as he lets out a soft sigh - her magic warming him to the very depths of his being.
“I… I’ve noticed that I can sense you more,” he admits in a quiet voice. “Like a deep part of me feels you, even now. Is that… your magic?”
“I’m sorry, it is. I can stop-,”
“No,” he shakes his head. “I like it. Feeling like this is… magical. Something I’ve never felt before. It’s nice.”
“I like it too,” she whispers. “It’s like you’re always with me.”
He smiles, guiding her down for another passionate kiss. The bond ignites into a smoldering blaze - making them both gasp. He tastes of the sweet orange they had earlier, and his lips are impossibly soft against her own. How is she ever supposed to part from him?
“My sweet,” he smiles against her lips. “You make it impossible for me to leave you.”
“I was just thinking the very same,” she giggles. “You’re an absolute seducer, and I’ve fallen helplessly prey to your charms.”
“Then come here. Let me seduce you further,” he whispers with a smirk.
They share another few kisses, before finally heading back to the castle for supper - their steps light.
The Great Hall is alive with chattering classmates - punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter - and clinking silverware. Smells of savory beef, roasted herb chicken, and fresh buttery rolls send her into a state of bliss, and bitter-sweetness. Another thing she’ll miss once the summer begins - the lively dinners and delicious food.
As they sit next to each other - conversing with Sebastian about their day - she can see the sparks of magic on Ominis. She smiles at the beautiful reminder of the love they share, stealing glances at him whenever she can. Sebastian and Ominis dive into a heated debate if Emancipare would work against an Anti-Unlocking Charm. Tuning out long ago, she watches Ominis grow more passionate and animated in their discussion. He only gets this heated when Sebastian riles him up - much to the latter’s amusement. She didn’t think it possible to swoon harder for the boy, but she does.
Her fingers trail across the wooden bench over to him - the polished grain cool against her warm skin. Under the table, she wraps her hand around his with a grounding squeeze, making him blush and stutter mid sentence. When his fingers tangle with hers, paying attention to the conversation is entirely impossible.
Once supper ends, Ominis bids her and Sebastian farewell as they head to the Undercroft, kissing her cheek before he parts. It’s a silent trek through the castle, causing her hands to wring together at the heaviness. Her lips part and close several times at the unspoken words stuck in the back of her throat. Sebastian’s back is stiff and his eyes remain forward, heightening her nerves.
As they enter into the secret hideout, the sounds of their footsteps echo off the stone walls. The air is cool and damp - wetting her cheeks. The hanging braziers’ lights cast flickering shadows on the ground.
They’re alone.
It suddenly dawns on her that they haven’t been in the same room without Ominis for some time. Not since she told Sebastian of Rookwood weeks ago.
“Well,” Sebastian breaks the silence with a gentle voice, “what did you wish to speak to me about?”
“It’s about Ranrok,” she blurts out.
His eyes widen, “Oh. Alright. I… What about Ranrok?”
She stares at him and the boiling anxiety of confiding in him starts to simmer. This is Sebastian, her best friend. Someone she’s fought goblins and Ashwinders alike with. He knows her, better than most, and, more importantly, he would understand the choices she made. Before she realizes it, the tale of her battle with Ranrok flows from her easily, and he listens attentively - nodding or frowning when appropriate. When she finishes, she finally meets his eyes.
“And that’s what happened. I absorbed the power of the Repository to unleash it. So, it may help those in need, instead of it being hidden away for all of time.”
He steps towards her, his voice filled with awe, “You did all of that? By yourself?”
She nods and he chuckles with a beaming grin, bringing her into a warm hug.
“You’re absolutely mad! If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t believe them for a second,” he chuckles. “Thank you. For telling me. I wish I could’ve been there by your side - fighting goblins and witnessing your Ancient Magic at work.”
She lets out a breath, a mixture of gratitude and relief washing over her. “Perhaps next time. Although, I would be more than happy to not have to fight for my life again.”
“I suppose we’ve both had enough ‘adventure’ for a lifetime. Or at least for a few months,” he says with a smirk.
As he releases her, he looks down at her with concern.
“So, what does it mean? Absorbing that power,” he wonders with a slight frown.
Her eyes fall from his warm brown ones, “I’m not sure. Absorbing such power is exactly what ruined and corrupted Isidora. I… I fear I may have opened a door to something. But as to what, I haven’t figured that out yet. I only hope it will bring forth good things, and I haven’t made a horrible mistake.”
“Knowing you, I’m sure it will be for the better,” he grins. “Besides, you have me and Ominis to fall back on. And if anyone can keep you in check, it’s definitely Ominis.”
She giggles, a sound filled with warmth. “He certainly has been my savior in all of this. I… don’t know what I would do without him.”
A somber expression crosses her face, and Sebastian’s gaze lowers with a grimace.
“Are you certain you want to spend the summer with me?” he questions in a quiet voice. “You don’t owe me anything, you know. Really it’s me who owes you after what I’ve done. I’m sure you’d rather spend the summer with him anyways.”
She nods with a determined glint in her eyes, “As much as I’d like to be with Ominis, I want to stay with you.”
His brows furrow, “But-,”
“I said I would stand by you, Sebastian,” she interrupts, “and I meant it. You’re my friend. Well, more than my friend really. You and I are bound by blood. You’re my brother - in every sense of the word. And besides,” she nudges his arm with a playful smirk, “I can’t have you wallowing in self-pity all summer.”.
He scoffs with a slight grin. “And I won’t let you do the same.”
His eyes lower with a soft smile. “I’m glad you still consider me your friend. Even after everything. You’re my family now too, you know, and I’ll stand by your side as well - no matter what. Whatever you need of me, don’t hesitate to ask.”
She beams, hugging him again, “We’ll get through this. Together. And we’ll come out better for it.”
“With you and Ominis by my side, I can’t imagine it otherwise,” he pauses with a wistful smile. “Thank you. To the both of you. For standing by me. I… I need you both. Now, more than ever.”
“And we need you Sebastian,” she squeezes his upper arms.
He wears a wry smile as he sniffs, “Well, now that we got that all out of the way, let’s go pester Ominis. I’m sure he’s missing you already.”
She snorts, “He’s more than likely enjoying his respite from me.”
They start to leave the Undercroft and Sebastian shakes his head.
“Not a chance. He can’t get enough of you,” Sebastian has a grin tugging on his lips. “You make him happy. I mean really, really happy. I hope you know that, and how much you mean to him. It makes me happy to see him open up to someone - help break him out of that stiff shell of his. And I’m glad it’s with you. You’re good for him, and I know you’ll protect him.”
His words warm her heart, and as Sebastian holds the gate open for her, she spares him a soft smile.
“I appreciate you telling me that,” she looks up to him with a fondness in her eyes. “He means everything to me, Sebastian. He’s… honestly too good for me.”
“You’re good for each other. I mean, I see how you two look at one another. It’s honestly disgusting how sweet it is,” he teases.
As they emerge from the Undercroft, the warm glow of the fire’s light greets them. The quiet corridors don’t feel so lonely with Sebastian at her side as they head towards the common room.
He lets out a sigh, “I’m glad you’re feeling better. It was hard to see you so down. It’s good to have you back,” he nudges her shoulder with a wide grin.
She nods with a matching grin, “It’s good to be back.”
Indeed, it’s like a great burden has been taken from her as she shares her troubles. Knowing she has the support of Sebastian, Ominis, and so many of her friends makes her feel like she can tackle anything that stands in her way.
Then, it finally arrives.
As she waves off her friends boarding the Hogwarts Express, a sense of bitter-sweetness washes over her. They all made a promise to stay in touch over the summer, and she looks forward to hearing what mischief they’ll get up to. Especially Natty, as she heads back to Uganda for the summer break. But alas, the absence of their lively meals, gossip between classes, and wild adventures are already missed. Thankfully, Ominis’ hand in hers prevents her from succumbing entirely to melancholy. Sebastian joins them with a wide grin - completing their trio.
The train shudders and roars to life, slowly moving forward with a deafening whistle. The ground rumbles under their feet as the train departs from the station. A distinct aroma permeates the air, enveloping the senses. The billowing steam carries the scent of coal mingled within - a fragrant blend of earthiness and warmth, reminiscent of burnt embers. There’s a tinge of metallic tang in the air, hinting at the iron and steel components working in unison. Once the Hogwarts Express is out of sight, they walk to Hogsmeade together to her little shop.
Stepping inside, the jingling bell alerts their entrance. The afternoon sun filters into the quaint space and the store has a cozy air from the numerous boxes neatly stacked on the far side wall. Smells of old, tattered books and dried herbs overwhelms the senses - a pleasing scent which soothes her. Penny’s eyes rise up from her record’s book with a warm smile already on her face.
“Hello!” Penny greets them, hopping off her stool and coming around from behind the counter. “Penny prepared the spare bed downstairs for Mister Sebastian. Penny hopes it’s to your liking.”
“Thank you, Penny. Your hospitality is greatly appreciated,” Sebastian bows his head, making Penny’s smile stretch even further.
Penny’s eyes widen at the sight of Ominis. “Oh, f-forgive Penny. Penny did not know there would be another friend staying here. Penny did not prepare another bed for him.”
“It’s alright, Penny. I didn’t warn you ahead of time,” she eases the frazzled house elf with a gentle smile. “Besides, he’ll be staying with me,” the words leave her mouth before she realizes what she just said. Her whole body flushes and she’s aware of Sebastian turning his head over to stare at her with a wide grin.
“I-I mean, um, if that’s what you want, Ominis,” she stammers, her whole body feeling like it had been set ablaze.
Ominis, his cheeks flushing, smiles softly towards her, “I don’t mind.”
“Merlin’s Beard. How improper,” Sebastian teases with a smirk. “It hasn’t even been a full day, and you’re already asking him to bed.”
“To sleep!” she exclaims, but it only makes his smirk grow. “I’m not having this conversation with you. Now, if you’d excuse me, I’d like to get supper going.”
She stomps out of the room, huffing while she does. As she enters the kitchen, Sebastian’s snickers follow her until they’re interrupted by the sound of a sharp zap from Ominis. Listening to their playful banter, makes her giggle, and she flicks her wand to begin cooking.
Dinner goes smoothly with everyone lively discussing what they’d like to do this summer. From exploring the Forbidden Forest to checking out old Ashwinder camps, it’s Sebastian’s talk of possible Curse-Breaking which triggers a flash of concern in Ominis’ eyes. His gaze darkens momentarily, reflecting his worry, but keeps his concerns to himself - his jaw tightly clenched. Once dinner is over, she heads upstairs to prepare for bed while Ominis and Sebastian chat for a while longer. Her mind is swirling with a mix of emotions - contemplating heavily over the events of today, and the events yet to come. The thoughts don’t cease even as she bathes. And as she waits in bed while Ominis prepares for bed, her stomach twists on itself.
Her fingers tug on the sheets absentmindedly while her teeth chew her bottom lip. They’ve napped together before, whether on the floor or on a couch, but this is far different - far more intimate. Eventually, Ominis strolls into the room, and he gives her a warm smile, releasing her from her worrying thoughts. She didn’t think it possible for him to look even more handsome, but as he comes towards her - she all but gasps.
His silver silk pajamas make his skin seem more translucent, like a literal beam of moonlight. His mussed hair is slightly damp still, darkening his blonde hair to a richer brown, and it falls gracefully around his sharp features. His effortless beauty sends her heart hammering in her chest. Placing his wand on the nightstand, he climbs into bed. He settles himself then looks over towards her.
“Don’t be nervous,” he says with a gentle smile. “I didn’t take Sebastian’s teasing to heart.”
She wants to reply, but her heavy tongue is tangled in her mouth the longer she stares at him. He has an amused smile as his hand finds her arm then moves down to her hand. He guides her to him, and she shifts to be flushed against him. They’re both on their sides, gazing at each other - even if his eyes only give the appearance of doing such. His hand covers her cheek in a gentle touch as he feels over her face, his other arm secure around her back. Her skin flutters and heats under his fingers. She reaches her hand to mimic his, stroking his high cheekbone with a soft smile, enjoying how close they are.
“I’ve been wanting this too,” he whispers his admittance with a slight blush.
Her eyes widen, a small gasp escaping her lips.
“Truly?”
He smiles with a nod, “Yes. I sleep better when you’re close to me.”
“So do I,” she quickly whispers as she leans in - the scent of his mint and lavender soap fills her nose. Their kiss is intimate and tender as they share in the other’s comfort. Magic entwines around the both of them, and they part with a sigh, smiles playing on both of their lips. He’s sparkling, like a star in the night sky, from the magic, and she can’t believe how breathtaking he is.
His smile is the first to fall - a grimace starting to tug on his handsome features.
“What’s on your mind, love?” she asks, brushing back his loose hair from his temple.
He smiles for a moment at being caught, before the worry seeps back into him - darkening his moonlit eyes.
Stroking her cheek, he whispers, “I was thinking on what Professor Hecat said to me. After the Boggart.”
He pauses with a slight frown then continues, “She made a point - about the Ministry - if they were to know of your power, they would be keen to investigate. A power like yours would scare them. And I… I don’t want them to apprehend you one day - locking you up because they believe you to be a danger.”
Her brows furrow as she kisses the side of lips to ease the creases from his porcelain skin.
“They’re not some boogeyman that’ll kidnap me in my sleep, Ominis,” she tries to smile, but it falls short. Her eyes close with a sigh, “But, I do worry they’ll send someone to investigate. If Hecat is already suspicious, I’d imagine she’s already informed someone at the Ministry of me. At the very least, to investigate Professor Fig’s death.”
“Once they begin to look into you, I worry they will see you as only a threat,” he whispers. “Solely because they don’t understand what your magic is. Fear of the unknown makes people do irrational things, and I don’t want you to be on the receiving end of such a thing.”
She presses her forehead to his, making him sigh softly and wrap his fingers into the locks of her hair.
She bites her lip before saying, “If it’s Hecat’s, or any of the other professors’, account they’re hearing, then it may be concluded that I am just more magically talented than most. And as for why I was there, I’m just a nosy, overachieving student that got caught up in something I had no business being in.”
His frown doesn’t ease as he shakes his head, “And what of the Ashwinders? I’m sure they’ll investigate the rumors surrounding their dismantlement, as well as your involvement.”
“I wasn’t the only one who was involved,” she counters. “Natty was as well. Which goes along with my story of being a nosy student. The worst they’ll get me for is not having more faith in the Ministry to handle these matters.”
He closes his eyes, a scowl forming as he digs his fingers into her hair, pulling her closer to him.
“What if that’s not enough to satiate them? Aurors are known for using Legilimency in their investigations. If they see into your mind, then-then, they’ll know the truth,” he lets out a heavy breath as his eyes open to reveal them welling with tears. “I don’t want them to take you away. I-I don’t have the power to stop them.”
She hushes him with a soft kiss on his cheek then his lips.
“Then I’ll work on my Occlumency all summer,” she replies.
His grimace deepens even more, “Becoming an Occlumens, it requires you to shut off your mind. To compartmentalize your very self, and master your emotions. You would have to deny essential parts of who you are, and even then someone could infiltrate your mind anyways.”
She stares at him, reeling from this information.
“Are you not an Occlumens yourself, Ominis?”
“I am. Which is why I am reluctant for you to traverse down this path,” his features soften as he caresses her cheek. “The best part about you, what I love the absolute most - is how you feel things. Your emotions are so powerful, and effervescent, I… don’t want you to lose that part of yourself.”
Ominis’ eyes are shadowed despite the moon filtering in from the window to illuminate him. A horrible sorrow twists at her heart at what Ominis had to do in order to survive his childhood. She knew he was strong, but to be reminded of it - to know he suppresses his emotions out of necessity - makes her want to hold him, and never let go. She nuzzles into his neck, placing tender kisses on his soft flesh. He holds her close to him, resting his head on hers with a sigh.
“Then, I’ll just have to prove to them I am no threat,” she states.
His fingers tangle themselves around strands of her hair as he whispers, “That may work. You’ve done so much good for the hamlets here. If needs must, I’m sure we could have several people - witnesses - come forward to admit as such. Even the professors might be willing to speak up on your behalf as well. We could have a whole defense for you from all walks of life if need be.”
She smiles as she kisses him.
“See, galavanting through the country-side as its perks,” she giggles.
He scoffs, “That is still not a valid enough excuse for you to throw yourself into harm’s way, darling,” he presses his lips to her forehead with a sigh. His body relaxes as his worries settle. She won’t go down without a fight - something he admires her greatly for. He goes back to playing with her hair and stroking her back, a soft smile playing on his lips.
“How… has it been? Not having to go out as much,” he wonders.
“Calm, if not a bit dull at times. Not that I’m complaining. I think I needed a bit of mundane in my life. That’s not to say I haven’t been enjoying my time being spent with you instead.”
He chuckles, “I’m glad being with me is ‘mundane’ enough for you.”
“That is not at all what I meant!” she exclaims with a giggle as he laughs.
“Well, I’m sure you and Sebastian will find ways to get into trouble this summer. If dinner was any indication of your plans, you two will be avoiding any sort of dullness like the plague. And with that, tell me before you rush off into some cave, or ruin. Please. I worry enough as is with his Curse-Breaking nonsense, and having to be away from you. I would rather not find out you’re lost in a cave infested with Acromantulas.”
“I swear. No caves, caverns, castles, or whatever else without first inviting you to come along,” she promises with a warm smile, making him smirk with a slight snort.
He’s quiet for a moment, twisting her hair with his nimble fingers while his silver-blue eyes search for hers.
“And what of your magic?”
She frowns at the question, her eyes drifting away from his face and towards his chest.
“You mean have I felt the urge to start taking the pain from other people? No, I haven’t,” she plays with the collar of his silk shirt. “But, it’s always easy to say ‘no’ to something when the temptation is not there.”
“You worry you may be tempted when you use Ancient Magic,” Ominis whispers, his breath ruffling her hair.
“I haven’t had any reason to really use Ancient Magic lately. Not like how I was before,” she admits. “What if once I do call upon it, I can’t stop? What if I’m not strong enough to resist it?”
He’s quiet again, his heart strumming at a peaceful rhythm in time with his quiet breaths.
“You won’t succumb to power, my love,” he says firmly. “You refused Sebastian at every opportunity for dark magic. Your will is strong. And if you have doubts, you’ll tell me. Then we can figure it out together.”
It’s such a simple thing, but the relief of knowing he’s there - always there - makes her relax into his embrace. He won’t let her fall.
“How did I get so lucky to have you in my life,” she whispers.
“Please, it’s I who’s the lucky one. I love you,” he kisses her forehead with a soft smile. “Get some sleep, darling. Dream of sweet things, as I know I will in your arms.”
“I love you,” she hums, enjoying being swaddled in his embrace.
It’s not hard to start to drift away while listening to the steady rise and falls of his chest.
When her eyes slowly flutter open in the morning, she’s met with the most breathtaking sight. The sun lands softly upon Ominis. Like a gentle caress, it highlights his sharp cheekbones and jawline - illuminating his pale skin. His dark blonde hair is mussed and is strewn beautifully around his face. A warm smile plays on his serene features, sending her heart skipping and stuttering. His arms are still around her, as if to ensure she wouldn’t leave his side. She could stare at him for the rest of time, if allowed.
Feeling her eyes on him, he slowly awakens. He pulls her close to his chest with a soft sigh, nuzzling into her neck.
“Good morning,” she whispers, stroking his hair.
“Good morning indeed,” he whispers back, smiling into her neck before rising up to face her.
His hand rests against her cheek, his fingers tracing over her features. She angles her face so he has better access, making him smile. He brushes over her nose, her cheeks, her brows, her lips, her chin, her jaw, then finally her hair. Guiding her towards him, he captures her lips in a warm kiss. He pulls her closer to him, leaving no space between them, while he dives his tongue into her mouth.
The creak of the bedroom door opening gets their attention. He listens while she stares at an overinflated, paper bird fluttering into the room, swirling and gliding until it’s right above them. With a loud cracking bang, it explodes in a bright red flash. Ominis jerks in her arms then whips his head towards the door.
“Sebastian!” he yells, causing a boyish giggle from downstairs to waft up to them.
“Glad you’re awake! Come eat breakfast,” Sebastian calls.
Ominis groans, plopping down in bed with a scowl, “I’m going to turn him into a toad.”
She laughs, kissing his cheek, “I could handle a toad for a summer, I think.”
His scowl melts away into a beautiful grin as he turns his face towards her. He reaches his hand up to cup her cheek, caressing her face with a tender touch.
“I’m going to send another one, if you two don’t get down here!”
They both groan at Sebastian’s insistence, and they reluctantly get out of bed. She calms Ominis down enough to not jinx Sebastian, and they’re both surprised to find three plates of food already on the small circular table.
“You made breakfast,” she exclaims. “By yourself?”
“Don’t act too surprised,” Sebastian scoffs, then he waves his hand over his spread. “Now, come on. It’s nearly cold, thanks to your slowness. Oh, and you’re both welcome by the by.”
Ominis glares at him, “You make it so hard to be grateful.”
Sebastian’s cooking truly isn’t bad, she thinks to herself after the first mouthful of eggs. Not that she would ever admit that to him at the current moment as he looks far too smug as is. They eat, their spirits rising as their bellies fill. But, once their plates are empty, she realizes Ominis will be leaving soon. Something he seems to realize as well as his features fall into a somber expression. She helps Sebastian clean up while Ominis goes to gather his things.
Once everyone is dressed, the hour is nearly eleven, and Ominis is ready to depart. She holds Ominis’ hand as they venture outside, enjoying the last bit of his warmth while she still could. They stop a ways from the shop, turning to face each other. She adjusts his tie with a soft smile, smoothing down the fabric of his dark gray vest in deep thought. His head touches hers in a tender touch and she looks up to his bright blue eyes. He grips her tighter around her waist and his voice is quiet, just for her to hear, as he says,
“I’ll be back soon, love,��� he smiles. “You’ve cast a spell over me, and I can’t stand to be apart from you for long.”
She sighs with a hint of a frown tugging on her lips, “I wish we didn’t have to part at all.”
His expression softens and he nods.
“So do I,” he takes her hand and kisses the top of it. “But, it will make our time together all the more sweeter.”
“Oh, Merlin’s Beard,” Sebastian groans as he slings himself over the two lovebirds, making them separate. “You do know that he is literally coming back in two weeks time? He’s not going away forever.”
“I’m aware,” she scoffs with her cheeks blooming a heated shade. When she looks back at Ominis she gasps, “Oh, I almost forgot!”
She rushes back into the shop, leaving Ominis and Sebastian outside with amused grins. Sebastian retracts his arm back to his side and Ominis tilts his head towards Sebastian with a stern expression.
“Sebastian,” Ominis faces him. “While I’m gone, I need you to promise me something.”
Sebastian’s eyes widen as he takes in Ominis’ austere pose.
“Anything,” Sebastian replies.
Ominis places his hand on Sebastian’s forearm in a firm grip, “Promise me you’ll take care of her. If anything were to happen to her, if she were to get hurt, or-or, anything, I-I don’t know what I’d do. So, please. Protect her.”
Sebastian grips Ominis’ hand with a sure nod, “I promise. She’ll be in good hands this summer. Don’t you worry. And the same goes to you. Look after Anne for me.”
“Always,” Ominis smiles.
Sebastian pats Ominis’ hand, and Ominis’ arm drops back to his side just as she rushes back out with a wrapped box in tow. Glancing between the two, she gives them a curious brow raise as she hands Ominis the package.
“What’s this?” Ominis holds the wrapped gift, noting how heavy it is. It’s a rectangular, wooden box and something akin to paper rattles inside.
“A gift. For you and Anne,” she smiles. “You’ll have to open it once you’re there.”
“Very well,” Ominis chuckles as he tucks the package into his jacket pocket, shrinking it down to the size of a galleon.
She bites her lip as she stares at Ominis. He’s not left yet, but her heart already aches. She places her hands on his chest and he’s quick to hold her closer to him. Her arms wrap around his neck and he gives her a warm smile.
“Don’t fret, my love,” he whispers. “We will soon be together again. I promise.”
His hand moves up to her cheek - stroking her with a tender, but firm touch. His stormy blue eyes are lidded and his breath picks up.
“Until then,” he whispers before he presses his lips to hers.
She melts into his embrace and into his kiss. Her hands hold onto his neck and cheek while he tries to pour all the love he feels for her into this kiss - this moment. He can feel her love and her longing echo back to him in return. Their bond tangles around them like fiery cords - searing their skin and etching into their very bones. They both lose themselves in the other as they both engrave this moment into their minds. How they taste, smell, feel against the other. His heart is beating wildly in his chest and he feels hers doing the same.
When they part, it’s slow and they’re both breathless. They both stroke the other’s cheek and as she stares into his heated face, she thanks her lucky stars to love someone like him - her Ominis.
“I’ll write you. Everyday,” she murmurs.
“Then, I’ll look forward to your owl,” he smiles fondly.
She wraps her arms around his neck in a tight embrace. He holds onto her waist with a heavy sigh, nuzzling into her neck to enjoy her sweet scent for a moment longer. They finally let the other go, their hands holding on before Ominis takes a step back and releases her.
“Try to keep eachother out of trouble,” Ominis grins as he pulls out his wand.
“Now, that’s asking for a lot,” Sebastian teases as he stands next to her with his hands on his hips. “Get going, lover boy. We’ll be here when you get back.”
Ominis smiles, “Goodbye for now then.”
“Safe travels,” she waves.
“Give Anne my love,” Sebastian says.
Ominis nods, turning around and walking down the path and up the hill. She watches him, finding it hard to breathe the further he walks away. Sebastian places a strong arm around her back, gripping onto her shoulder. She looks briefly up to Sebastian with a grateful smile then she goes back to watching Ominis.
Ominis pauses at the top of the hill and turns around, pointing his wand back to where her and Sebastian were. He’s surprised to find her still there watching him. He can’t stop his smile at seeing her aura pulsing brightly and shimmering in vibrant waves. Something about her waiting, just for him, makes his heart jump to his throat. An ache forms in his chest and he’s tempted to run back to her to fill this void within him. Ominis lets out a heavy breath, forcing himself to turn away, and head to Feldcroft.
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AN: MERLIN'S BEARD!!! this took so long to write. TOO FREAKING LONG. It doesn't help that I am PREGGERS!! so my mind is like totally scattered (yay hormones!)
Anyways, I wanted to post some letters, but I wanted to hear y'all's thoughts about doing a very short fic of when Ominis goes back to the Estate to search for clues. I was thinking it could just be some letters exchanged, but I've been tossing the idea around of actually writing it out. idk, let me know what ya think.
also I’m not sure where I saw the Undercroft, Isidora, Gaunt theory and how the gaunts may know of ancient magic (I think it was on tumblr not sure) anyways awesome theory and will run away with this idea now 🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️
As always, thanks for reading!! Any feedback is welcomed <3
#ominis gaunt#ominis x reader#hogwarts legacy#fanfic#fanfiction#hogwarts legacy fanfic#ominis gaunt x mc#ominis gaunt x reader#creative writing#ominis x mc#ominis x you#legilimency#ominis x oc#comfort#ominis gaunt x you#drama#slight angst#magic bonds#hurt and comfort#light angst#chatgpt#openai#fluff#sebastian and ominis#sebastian sallow#sebastian is a lil shit#but we love him#kissing#cuddling & snuggling#cuddles
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Between Our Hearts
Ship: Rachel x Reader
Chapter 1
You were staring at the ceiling of your room for what seemed like hours already but was probably only 20 minutes when someone knocked on your door softly.
"Y/n? Are you there?" head teacher of the orphanage you live mr.Brian asked softly after you didn't answer back immediately."Yeah, just give me one second!" you said, quickly getting up from your bed. "Coming!" You called out as you opened your door with a quick movement of your hand.
When you walked into the hallway you saw him waiting patiently for you. He gave you a soft smile. "What's wrong, Mr. Brian?" you asked politely as you approached the old man. You had met this man you were 5 years old when your parents left you here and never come back. "Well," he said, "it seems that we have a problem.". You started to think of what could be the problem that would cause the head teacher to be so serious."A problem?" you repeated dumbfounded. The old man nodded and sighed deeply before he started talking.
"As you know, you're about to turn 18 Y/n." he explained gently as if he was trying not to upset you."Yeah, I am..." you answered absentmindedly. You knew exactly what the topic about his conversation was going to be.
"You know we can't keep adults here." the older man continued speaking again as if he heard your thoughts. "I'm not happy either child." he admitted. He looked away from you for a moment then continued. "I have some friends work in real estate." He stopped for a second and then added."I think you could find somewhere to stay with them. They'd help you a lot."
Your brain was still processing the news but slowly you came back to reality and started to realize what the old man was telling you. "Thank you so much for your concerns mr.Brian but I think I can handle it on my own. You know I'll manage fine." you tried to convince him. He smiled sadly and patted you softly on the shoulder. "Yes I do, Y/n. But I hope you will consider my offer." and with that, he turned around and left. You stood alone for awhile, contemplating what you should do now. You were turning 18 after this week and you were gonna graduate from high school. You were also working at a burger shop part time. 'Maybe I can join army' you thought. You loved martial arts ever since you were a child. You were quite skillful when it comes to fight and you were a quick learner. 'It might not be enough though...' you thought once more while looking outside the window, observing how bright it was today. It was a nice day and you wanted some fresh air and sunshine so you wanted to take a walk. You started to get ready to leave the orphanage. After taking a shower and changing into fresh clothes, you went out of the orphanage with taking your purse in your pocket and started walking. You liked being outside and you had always enjoyed the freshness in the summer days. It felt good to move and enjoy the breeze. 'I feel hungry. I should have breakfast first.' you thought while heading towards the fast food restaurant near. When you arrived there you ordered a hot dog and french fries before sitting down at a bench near a lake in the park. You took a deep breath and let it out before starting eating and thinking. 'Why does my life seem complicated?' you thought while sipping your soda. Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard gunshots coming from the direction of the fast food place was located. "Oh no." you said aloud as you got up from the bench and ran towards where the sound was originating.
There was an old man lying on the ground bleeding badly with a wound in his arm and a bullet hole through his chest. A burl young man was standing beside him. He wore a smirk on his face and pointed a gun at the dead man. "Gotcha!" he said loudly and started to laugh maniacally. You could see the fear on the faces of the people in the surrounding crowd who were trying desperately to escape from the area. But the man didn't care at all and kept pointing the gun at the old man's chest and laughing crazily. Then he aimed the gun at the man beside the old man. That was when you decided to step in. Without hesitation you stepped forward and punched the man right in the jaw. He dropped the gun immediately as he fell to the ground with blood coming out of his mouth. You quickly bent down and grabbed the gun. With the gun still in your hand, you raised it toward the man. "Put your hands behind your back" you ordered sternly. He obeyed immediately and began to laugh hysterically. His whole body was shaking uncontrollably with laughter. "What the-" you were cut off by the police who came rushing over to you.
"Miss are you alright?" he asked, bending down next to the dead man. You nodded, handing him the gun."What happened here?" he asked, pointing to the body of the old man. You told him about the gun situation, how the stranger had shot him without mercy. The officer looked at you carefully for a few moments before nodding."Do you want us to call anyone for you?" he offered. You shook your head vigorously. "Nah, I'll be okay. Thanks for your concern officer." you responded.
"You are very brave girl miss." he replied smiling at you. "Thank you again sir."
"That guy is... quite burly. You knocked him out with only one punch huh?" the officer asked, impressed. You nodded.
"You must really be something huh?" he asked.
"Something like that" you answered nonchalantly.
You turned away from the scene and walked back to orphanage without looking back. After entering the building you headed straight for your room. 'What a day I had' you thought, feeling exhausted. You closed your bedroom door and sat down on your chair, leaning against it. You sighed deeply, closing your eyes for a second as exhaustion overcame you. 'I should take a shower first' you thought. You got up from the chair and opened your closet. You quickly changed your clothes and made your way to the bathroom, taking a shower before brushing your teeth. Once you were done, you dried your hair, fixed it with a towel. You put on clean pajamas before getting into bed. You laid there, staring at the wall with tired eyes, thinking about the events of that afternoon. Suddenly there was a knock on your door. You frowned. You weren't expecting any visitors. 'Mr.Brian again?' you wondered. You stood up from your bed and walked to the door. As you opened it, you found a man standing before you who seemed surprised to see you. "Can I help you?" you questioned. He was way taller than you, with dark brown hair falling onto his forehead and blue eyes shining under the light coming from your room. "Um yeah actually..." he started to say nervously. "I'm sorry to disturb you at such an hour miss...?" he continued. He seemed suspicious as he stared at you curiously.
"Why are you asking and who are you?" you asked him coldly. He chuckled awkwardly.
"Sorry to disturb you that way miss. I'm Dick Grayson. I heard what happened at fast food shop today." he said apologetically.
"Are you policeman?" you asked while raising an eyebrow.
"I'm a detective at station. I heard about your... incident and I wanted to see if you're okay miss." he explained. You crossed your arms.
"I'm good sir. Thank you for your concern." you responded, giving him a polite smile. "If there isn't more-" you started to say but was cut short by Dick. "Actually there is miss." he said seriously. You looked at him confused as to why he suddenly became serious.
"Your phsical ability... knocking down a burly guy with only one punch... with a petite body..." he trailed off. You stared at him confused. "I'm here to invite you to Titans miss Y/n."
#rachel roth#rachel roth x reader#rachel roth x you#rachel roth x y/n#raven#raven x reader#raven x you#raven x y/n#lesbian#female reader
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Bestieeeeee hi!! I’m sorry your semester’s been so rough 😔 sending all the love in the world your way, and I hope you have the best time ever with your writing!! ❤️❤️❤️
Could I request a Poe fic, maybe where it’s his or the reader’s first time seeing snow? Or maybe just a picnic in some nice weather, to celebrate spring FINALLY arriving lol. Whatever you’re feeling! 💗💗
thank you! i'm just trying to remember that it'll be over in a few weeks, and then summer will be here!
words: 660
summary: poe surprises you with a picnic.
poe dameron masterlist
Spring Surprises
“Can I take this blindfold off now?” You had been wearing it for a concerningly long time, and the fact that Poe had just shown up at your quarters and practically demanded that you follow him was already a little concerning. When you left the base building and he handed you a blindfold, that confusion and concern grew tenfold.
“No, we’re not there yet!” Poe said. His tone was exasperated, but to his credit, you had basically just been asking him the same few questions the entire time. When you were flying your X-Wing against a battalion of First Order fighters you trusted your best friend with your life, right now you were a little worried about what was about to happen.
Although, given recent events, you weren’t sure if “best friend” was the correct title for Poe at this point. After a night of drinking and revelry with the other rebels had gotten out of hand, the two of you had shared a kiss in the hallway outside of your quarters, and you hadn’t really gotten the chance to discuss it yet. The feeling of his lips against yours was still so fresh in your mind, and you desperately wanted to know how he felt about you (and if things would be moving further) but you also didn’t want to be rejected. And honestly, being led through the woods outside the base with a blindfold over your eyes felt a little bit like all the rejection you needed. If he was going to tell you that he didn’t feel the same way, a simple message to your datapad would have sufficed.
The weather was nice at least. You could feel the sunlight on your skin and a soft breeze rustled through the area, running over your skin in a pleasing manner. You could hear the birds chirping and the sound of a nearby creek running, and decided that even if this day turned out to be terrible, at least the weather was nice. It had been too cold recently, and it hadn’t helped that you had recently gotten back from a mission on Hoth, so anything was nice compared to that climate.
After what felt like forever, you heard Poe tell you to stop and take the blindfold off. It took a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the light, and you almost couldn’t believe what you saw.
Laid out among a patch of lush grass, was a blue and white blanket, and the biggest basket you had ever seen in your life was laying on top of it. “What is all this?” you asked quietly, turning to Poe.
“I wanted to take you someplace nice for our first date,” he said bashfully. “But unfortunately we’re kind of stuck in a galactic war right now, so a full vacation was out of the question. The general helped me set this up though, and neither of us have to report to any kind of duty today.”
You were almost lost for words, but one of the things he said stuck out in your mind. “Our first date?”
“Yeah,” he responded. “Did you not want to-”
“No!” you said, cutting him off. “Poe, I like you more than anyone else here, and I definitely want to be on a date with you, I just thought you didn’t feel the same way when you didn’t say anything to me after the kiss.”
“I wanted to say something, but I also wanted to surprise you,” he said, reaching down to take your hand.
You leaned in close to place a kiss on his cheek before walking over to the blanket and sitting down. “I think you’ve successfully accomplished that, flyboy. Now, are you going to join me or am I going to sit here and enjoy this weather all by myself?”
The smile on his face grew even more as he sat down, and you never wanted this moment to end.
- the end -
#2023 spring ficlets 🐝#poe dameron#poe dameron x reader#poe dameron x you#poe dameron fanfiction#poe dameron x gender neutral reader#star wars fanfiction#star wars x reader
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This is my first post ever and I thought maybe I could share a nice story with ya all. I've never really put it in complete order so it's time I do that.
As prelude, I own 3 cats. One of them, the oldest, is, at the time of writing this, 12 years old, with his papers noting that he was born the 6th of April 2012, 3 days after my dad's birthday. His name is Sacha, despite the vets who all name him Sasha (and also wrote that he's a girl for some reason? I mean he doesn't seem bothered but I don't think he understands English.) His name is kinda dumb but my bro named him. I prefer giving Egyptian names to my cats.
I got Sacha around 2015, I don't really remember which month. I was around 13 at the time and my first cat had just died. My mom was really feeling bad so we adopted Sacha from a center. His previous owners had placed him there cuz the lady got pregnant and apparently cats can mess with fetuses or something. Idk but I think his previous owners were lame cuz he stayed in that center for like 6 months and they took bad care of him. His claws grew in his paws, his fur got a lot of knots and he smelled really bad. He's half Persian so he needs a lot of care.
When he arrived home he was super sweet but really doing poorly. We toon him to the vet for his claws and hired a lady to remove his knots. He didn't like his new cut so the lady zooted him on I thinl weed? It was some drug, mfer has had more experiences with illicit substances than I and I'm kinda jealous tbh.
Sacha was my only cat for a while. My mom adopted Bagheera, a kitten born from one of her sister's cats when she divorced my dad around 2016 and Sacha stayed at my dad's place with me and my brother (the fucker who named him with such a lame name).
Anyway time passed, I lived my best life with my cat, took care of him, took him to vet every year for his vaccines (he goes outside), reconnected with my mom and adopted a kitten who was born in my mom's backyard and named him Settra. So that's why I have 3 cats. But back on track, in 2022 Sacha got an eye infection. We had to do a lot of ophtalmology to get it sorted and my mom helped a lot with that despite the fact that the cat wasn't even in her home. His eye's doing okay now but he needed new material be brought in his eye. Persians tend to be weak in eyes and nose.
Then when the summer vacations of 2023 ended, Sacha got sick. At first it was a minor cold so we didn't do anything, some snot in his nose, then around mid September he ate less. Come end of September and he was doing bad, still eating but always sneezing and his throat was inflamed. I brought him to the vet and he was given antibiotics that kinda helped.
By the beginning of October Sacha was doing pretty poorly and eating way less. He was always a fat cat so this concerned me a lot. The vet couldn't tell why the antibiotics weren't acting as he was supposed to have an infection so they gave him more and asked us to get a visit to a pet hospital 1h of travel away (Belgium is small, 1h of travel looks a lot for me but for American folks it's prilly shorert). So we did, got something planned for end of october. I wanted faster but they were full and he was still eating so not an emergency.
Meanwhile Sacha's health got worse. One of his eyes (not the one who had the surgery) couldn't open and he had little things in the part of forehead between his eyes that made a sort of scritchy sound when you ran your hand over it. Most concerningly, he wasn't eating. We (my mom and I) took him to another vet who did acupuncture with relative success, allowed Sacha to eat well for a day or two before going back to not eating.
I was getting really desperate so I mixed his food and fed him with a syringe for a week. I knew if my dad knew he wasn't eating, he'd suggest euthanasia as the costs of bringing a pet to the hospital are quite high. So I took his wet food, put it in my mom's mixer and mixed it for like 15 minutes when going back from school while dad was away, then cut it into even smaller bits and forcefed him with a syringe (his throat was super inflamed and small so he was probably in pain and I knew it but I couldn't stand to watch him thin like that).
On the 26th of October, we went to the hospital for him. My mom and I were reluctant to go there because it's an universitary hospital and we were kinda scared that he'd be put on life support and...I guess experimented on? We didn't want his life be prolonged if he was in constant pain but we went nonetheless. My mom took a day off work (again, she took a lot to get the cat to the vet) and I warned my Spanish teacher that I couldn't attend. She's a really sweet lady and I told her the story, she was super supportive.
The hospital was not all like we anticipated. The doctors were really charming and quite open with how much stuff cost. I speak French and the hospital staff spoke Dutch so we settled on English as a language to communicate with. Tirns out spending all that time playing dnd with strangers on discord paid off for me, I was able to talk with these docs no problem.
Of course without insurance it was expensive but it was doable to pay. They ran scans on Sacha and it was promising, they said he had an infection but had the right antibiotics for him. Since he didn't eat, they wanted to keep him there and we agreed. We gave our phone numbers and left.
When we visited Sacha the following day, they told us he had a lymphoma. It's blood cancer for those who dunno what that means (I certainly didn't till October). They asked us if we wanted to begin chemo.
I was fucking devastated. That cat had been with me through my parents' divorce, the death of family members, graduation, the lowest of my sick days and the brightest of my good days. I didn't want to leave him die of hunger without a fight.
My mom didn't have enough money to pay for it in full and my dad'd never use his money to pay for a cat's chemotherapy so I agreed to pay most of ot. I had a decent bit of money in a bank account, I basically never buy anything so pockeh money, student job money and birthday money stacked up. My dad'd never have allowed me to pay for that (neither him nor I even knew they had chemotherapy for cats) so I lied and said my mom paid for it.
He stayed at the hospital until the 31st of October, of course we visited him everyday and the hospital staff kept us informed with daily phonecalls to schedule a visit and tell us what was up. During that time (5 days since he arrived, 4 days since chemo started) they put a tube in his throat to feed him and started the chemo.
That. Shit. Worked. When we brought him home, he could open his eye again and even wanted to go for food (motherfucker do you know how much that tube costs?). He played with the other cats and we had a weekly checkup for him. I missed many Spanish classes. During his time at the center he really liked one doctor who calls him Sir and basically saved his life.
Of course he stayed at my mom's place. It was easier for feeding through his tube at first, my mom was in vacations and he needed 3 meals a day, then he stayed there. Wasn't gonna let him stay in the home of a person who'd let him die. I love my dad but fuck him for this. He admitted several times he'd have never brought my cat to that hospital (so he'd have left him die of cancer and hunger, poor cat was thinning by the day).
His tube was removed a month later and visits moved to once every 3 weeks. It's been continuing since then with me and my mom paying 50/50 for the costs. I missed a university travel to Athens because I couldn't afford it (something I'll never admit to my parents, I pretended there was drama and I didn't want to get involved) and I guess I won't leave the country this year. Honestly I'd have cut both arms to save that cat so it's a small price.
The people at the hospital love him too. He's really friendly so students can take his blood and try to take his heartbeat without worries. Problem is that he purrs too loud for a good lung listening to take place. Turns out Sacha loves getting pets and attention from groups of students and doctors who give him treats and headpats. He has done more drugs than me and has a better date game than me.
It's been quite a while now. Sacha's been doing really well and the recent reports note that he is in remission. I may have cried when I read that mail ngl. He goes outside and killed a big pigeon a few weeks ago. He plays with the other cats, he really likes Settra and for the first time in his life he does playfight. Bagheera likes him as a punching bag despite being smaller than him. My mom stays with him everyday and I visit half of the days of the week. He eats like a lion too, he went from 3 kilos to 4.7 kilos when he was last checked this Wednesday.
I guess this is a selfish post, it's kind of my way of both thanking the people who helped me like my mom, the docs and my Spanish teacher, without having to say thank you to their faces yet again, and a way of making my cat immortal in a way. Even with all the help, Sacha's gonna be gone one day, hopefully in a very long time. But this post'll remain for a while more so there'll be a trace of what humans did for that cat.
I also wanted to say that please don't be afraid to go to universitary pet hospitals if you have the means to afford it. It's a scary place, I didn't even know it existed but these people aren't out there vivisecting animals. They're really nice. And don't give up too early on stuff that matters to you, it's really worth to keep going, at least in this case.
And if you could do a few prayers for Sacha, that'd genuinely mean a lot to me.
Anyway here is the cat tax. I've included quite a few pics so this post can be even longer than it is.
Sacha as he was before he got sick:
Sacha as he was in October:
(Don't mind his lack of fur that's because he had too many knots and drastic measures had to be taken)
Sacha as he is now:
Sacha with Bagheera, on their favorite blankets.
Sacha and Settra begging to go outside (it's raining! I open the door and they don't leave!)
I love you, you dumb orange fuck.
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A little oneshot that I've been chipping away for this weeks' osws fandom challenge for the prompt
❄️ Fake Relationship ❄️
Justiel, set somewhere after Justin's second knee injury.
Rating: M
characters: Daniel Yule, Justin Murisier, Luca Aerni, Marc Rochat, Ramon Zenhäusern, Matteo Joris, Nicola Macron, OC
length: 4'000 words
The training went well, the coach was in a good mood the entire morning, the weather promised to deliver another flawless summer day, and when the cardio coach announced that they would have the afternoon off, everyone should have cheered. The rejoicing was subdued though because a mysterious cloud hung over the group that cast a dark shadow over all of them. On the long gondola-ride down into the valley, Justin could not hold back any longer. He poked Daniel in the ribs with his elbows.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing!" Daniel snapped, and moved away as far as the narrow bench, and Ramon occupying the remaining space, allowed.
"Yeah, sure," Marc said from the opposite bench, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "That's why you've been in such a sunny mood the entire morning."
"I am not in a bad mood!" Daniel exclaimed angrily, his voice getting louder the higher Marc's eyebrows rose over his forehead.
"You have been snippy since we left the house," Luca threw in.
"You almost kicked a tourist up there," Ramon added, and nodded towards the mountain station that gradually became smaller and smaller in their field of vision.
"He was cutting in line!" Daniel yelled. "Just because you've travelled ten thousand kilometres and have one day to see Zermatt, Lucerne and Zurich doesn't mean you can just do as you please! This is…"
"Daniel!" Justin barked, and Daniel pressed his lips together. His furious glare crumbled like the snow on the glacier once he met Justin's eyes, and with a groan he let his head fall back against the scratched glass of the gondola.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled.
"What is it?" Luca asked. "We can help you."
Daniel laughed joylessly, his eyes closed. "No, you can't. Not with this."
"Try us," Marc said.
For a moment, Daniel remained motionless. "We're going to Scotland for Grandpa's 75th in two days."
"And you…don't want to go?" Ramon asked when he would not continue.
Daniel shook his head. "I want to go but things have become so awkward since…since his neighbour got it in her head that she has to set me up with one of her grandchildren."
With a sigh, he sat up straight again, and stared gloomily on his feet while the rest of the people in the gondola tried to process his words.
"Does she know you're…" Luca began but petered off.
"It's her grandson," Daniel explained.
"So just tell her you're not interested," Justin said, and made Daniel laugh again.
"Wish it were so easy." He sighed again, and after a short hesitation added. "Because he is interested."
He looked up into the faces of his sympathetic yet also barely comprehending friends, and finally his desperation burst out of him. "He's fucking interested and he just can. Not. Take. A. Fucking. Hint! It's all 'oh, you see, at St. Andrews where I study…' and 'at St. Andrews we always do blah blah…' and 'My mates from St. Andrews and I love to go skiing in Courchevel. The French Alps are just so blah blah…" and every word out of his mouth just makes me want to vomit. I'm trying to be considerate and sensitive because my grandparents have been living next to them for the past fifty years, and they like their neighbours and I don't want to make things awkward for them but their grandson is just such a bloody bell end. And the worst of all is that you can't take one step up there without the old biddy knowing about it so as soon as I arrive on Grandpa's door step she'll call him."
Silence fell after that anguished declaration. It was Justin who broke it.
"That's it?"
Daniel's head whipped around. Justin's smile turned into a laugh when he saw the outrage on Daniel's face.
"I thought it was something serious, like an injury," he said while he pulled his phone out of his backpack. "Or that you want to retire."
He handed his phone over to Marc, and threw his arm over Daniel's shoulder. Marc understood him without words, and snapped a row of pictures of Justin grabbing Daniel's head, and putting their foreheads together.
"What the hell?" Daniel exclaimed.
Justin let go, and turned his face towards Marc. "Smile!" he ordered, and rested his head on Daniel's shoulder.
"And?" he asked Marc.
Marc shrugged, and flipped through the pictures. "He didn't smile but I think it just makes it better. It looks like he didn't know the camera was on him." He handed the phone back to Justin who mustered the pictures with a satisfied nod.
"Congratulations," he then said, and grinned at Daniel. "You now have a boyfriend."
"What?" Daniel repeated helplessly. "No, that's not…"
"It's genius!" Luca threw in.
"Thank you," Justin said, still grinning. He typed away on his phone, and shortly afterwards, Daniel's own gadget vibrated in his pocket.
"You can put one of the pictures as your home screen. When he asks you say we're keeping it low-key for the time being."
"Tell him you fell in love with a handsome country boy from another valley but his family doesn't accept you so you have to keep it secret," Luca threw in.
"Or you can say I just don't want to shout it from the rooftops yet," Justin said, and pointedly stared at Luca.
"Tell him they're savages in Val de Bagnes," Marc added. "Barely human. But you can't help yourself, the sex is simply mind-blowing."
"Excuse me!" Justin yelled.
"Tell him you bet you can't find a country boy like that at St. Andrews," Ramon said, and they laughed when Justin threw up his hands.
"Guys!" Daniel spoke up. "I can't…" He was interrupted by the telltale rattling that announced the entrance to the valley station.
"Hold that thought!," Marc grinned, grabbed his things, and jumped out while the doors were still swinging open.
They lugged their skis and material through the crowds of tourists and back to the house where they had spent the past week. Putting everything away took its time, and when Daniel had all his skis lined up the way Nicola liked it, and hanged the inside of his ski boots out to dry, and stuffed his suit and the jacket into the wardrobe, the others had long left for their own rooms. He smiled when he opened the message from Justin with the two pictures, and sank down on the edge of his bed. Justin found him like that when he came crashing through the door, and unceremonisouly dropped his things on his own bed.
"And you don't mind…" Daniel asked without looking away from the picture. It really was a lucky shot, Daniel's wide-open eyes hidden by Justin's hand, and his surprised exclamation frozen to something that seemed like a laugh as Justin came in for a kiss.
"Of course not!" Justin panted, and kicked the shells of his ski boots under his bed. "I wouldn't have done it otherwise."
Daniel hummed, and switched to the other photo. Indeed, it looked as if Daniel was staring out of the window on the other side of the gondola, and not at Marc, his confused expression making him look as if he was deeply lost in his thoughts.
"I don't plan on ever going to Scotland," Justin said as he plopped down next to Daniel. "And I don't think you'll ever invite him here, so we're safe." He chuckled as he looked at the picture. "I make a great pretend-boyfriend."
Daniel snorted though he could not hide the fond smile washing over his face. "Don't flatter yourself."
"I do!" Justin exclaimed, and stood up again. He walked to his suitcase next to his bed, its contents spilling out on all sides. "I am funny, easy-going, romantic…what else?"
"You snore and you leave your stuff scattered all over the room," Daniel added.
"You love that about me," Justin retorted, grabbed his towel, and disappeared in the bathroom.
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The hottest weeks of summer passed, and with the first gust of autumn winds, the unending river of tourists pouring down on Zermatt died down to a trickle. Their absence finally left enough space in the restaurant at the top of the mountain for all the groups using the glacier as training ground and, as always, Marc and Luca had managed to snag the one with the best view. Justin joined them with a cup of coffee, and with a contended sigh sank down in a free chair. Training had picked up speed, the new season was fast approaching, and the coaches became sterner with every day.
"When will it end?" Luca muttered, his head resting on a bunched-up sweater.
"You tell me," Justin said as Daniel sank down next to him. "I have to do something. The coach's jokes about me changing the group are getting less and less funny. I don't want to leave! And he wants to send me to the giant-slalom-group of all things! Can you imagine having to train day in day out with that uppity Caviezel? Also I've heard they want to send the snooty brat from Hérèmence too. No thanks."
"Eh, Loïc's nice," Marc threw in. "He's just shy. And you're not exactly helping him come out of his shell."
"Snooty," Justin muttered in his cup before he turned his head to Daniel. "Anyway, I don't want to leave you guys. I love it here and…" He broke off. Daniel sat unblinking, his face white as a sheet. When he realised that everyone was staring at him, he flinched, and jumped up again.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" he muttered, and clamped his hand into Justin's shoulder. With a confused look back to their friends, Justin put the cup down, and followed Daniel into the hallway towards the souvenir shop and the gondolas.
"What's wrong?" he asked while Daniel restlessly paced up and down on the sturdy felt carpet.
"He's coming here," Daniel blurted out, and wrung his hands.
Justin frowned, and pressed against the wall to make space for Daniel pacing in front of him. "Who?"
"The guy!" Daniel exclaimed, and finally stopped. "Grandpa's neighbour's grandson! He…" Here Daniel gestured quotation marks into the air, "…convinced his mates from St. Andrews to come to Zermatt instead of Courchevel for a fun weekend before the start of the new semester."
Justin burst out laughing but Daniel was still in utter distress, and began to pace again.
"He wants to go for a pint with us. I don't want to go for a fucking pint! Not with him!"
"Daniel, that's no problem," Justin said, and grabbed him by the shoulder. "How often do you see couples over the age of 16 make out in broad daylight? It'll be the easiest thing to keep this up. All we have to do is sit next to each other, touch each other's arm once or twice, maybe call each other Honey Bear or Poulette, and we'll be fine."
"I can't keep going on with this," Daniel muttered, and stared into the distance. "I'll have to come clean; tell him I don't fancy him at all."
"What? And risk the good relationship between your grandparents and their neighbours?" Justin laughed. "It's our duty to…"
"I wrote to him that we broke up."
Justin's laugh fell, just like his hand from Daniel's shoulder.
"This was insane from the beginning!" Daniel spat, and tore his fingers through his hair. "What if someone from our team sees us in the pub and comes over? Or really just anyone who trains next to us on the snow? Back in Scotland I told him we're fresh, not even my own family knows about it, because what if he had talked to them? Or to his grandmother who would have told my Grandpa who would have told her that he doesn't know anything about a boyfriend?" He stared at Justin but he was too focused on his ski boots all of a sudden.
"I'll just tell him I don't like him in that way, and whatever happens in Scotland, happens. I don't care."
Justin's chest heaved with a short snort.
"You won't meet him," Daniel continued, "not if I can help it. But if you should cross him in the unlikeliest situation, just tell him we didn't pan out. Don't invent stuff, just…don't. Please."
"We just weren't meant to be," Justin said flatly. He smiled, though it did not reach his eyes. "Shit happens."
Daniel exhaled, and closed his eyes for a second. He tried to meet Justin's eyes. "Exactly. I'm glad you understand."
Justin nodded, and pushed away from the wall. "Of course. We should go, the break's over."
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The snow kept its form longer this time of the year, and did not turn into unskiable sludge like during the height of summer. The coaches had left the course from the morning to simulate a worn-out track, and one after the other the athletes hurtled down the slope. A small patch of the mountainside was fenced off. It was reserved for the first winter tourists, and amateurs of all skill-levels pushed the soft snow downwards. A handful of them always lingered near the fence, watching the pros at work. At first, nobody took any heed when another group stopped by, only when they started to hoot and cheer did they turn their heads. Their ski outfits were top of the line and pristine, their faces young and forgettable.
"Oh god, just kill me now," Daniel muttered, stepped into the pair of skis Nicola had prepared, and slid away towards the group.
"What?" Nicola asked into the air.
"Old…acquaintances from Scotland," Justin explained.
"He better acquaints himself with the course soon unless he wants to walk down to Zermatt," Matteo grumbled as he fiddled with the radio strapped to his chest.
“I’ll go first,” Justin said, and lined up at the start gate.
They practiced until the sun started to sink towards the mountain peaks. The group from before had long since moved onto the patio of the restaurant, and had watched them from above.
“We’re going for a beer first before we’re going down,” Luca said to Justin while they finished putting together their things. “Should I order one for you too?”
Justin shut his backpack, and threw it over his shoulder. He shook his head. "I don't feel so well. I'll see you back at the house."
"Okay…" Luca said with a frown, and watched as Justin walked through the turnstile. Only a few people were standing in line, which only existed because nobody felt like sharing a gondola. Justin also stayed put while the couple ahead of him entered their cabin, even though there would have been more than enough space for him. Nobody except Daniel took notice of the man with the eye-wateringly expensive skis coming from the restaurant, and slipping past the queue.
"No no no!" Daniel yelled, and dropped the pair of skis he had in his hands, grabbed his jacket, and sprinted towards the turnstiles. "Dave, wait!"
Justin was too busy with his bags and backpack, and only realised that he was not alone in the gondola when the man was already sitting on the opposite bench. Daniel ran past the queue and the flimsy barrier separating the people from the exit ramp, and slipped in at the last second before the doors shut, and the gondola bolted out of the mountain station. For the first few seconds, while they were still rattling over the masts, only Daniel's gasps filled the silence. Justin stared at the guy with a blank look while he seemed very pleased himself. Daniel, meanwhile, looked miserable.
"I'm sorry for butting in like that," the guy eventually began, with a grin that showed he was not. He held out his hand to Justin. "I'm Dave."
Justin looked at the hand, and back at Dave without moving one muscle. "Daniel's grandfather's neighbour's grandson who studies at St. Andrews," he said.
Dave laughed, and dropped his hand back into his lap. His ski trousers and ski jacket were brand new. "The one and only."
Neither Daniel nor Justin said anything but Dave was not bothered in the least.
"I could convince my mates to change up our usual pre-semester trip," he explained. "Something different for once. It's not quite like Ibiza but almost. I guess that means we'll have to go somewhere warm for New Year's," he mused, and looked out of the window. "Maybe the Caribbean? Though everyone always loves Courchevel…"
Slowly they crossed the tree line, and scraggly firs started to spring out of the ground.
With a shrug, Dave came back from his thoughts, and grinned at Justin again. "It's fun, I mean, getting out of the usual rut for once. And even more fun when it means I get to see Daniel." Here he winked, and stared at Daniel until he pulled his lips into a thin smile. Then, Dave turned to Justin. "But now I also get the chance to tell you what a bloody idiot you are."
Justin slowly cocked his head. That and a slight frown was the only indication that he had listened.
"He's just joking," Daniel pressed through clenched teeth.
"I'm not!" Dave laughed. "Do you know how many words Dan used to speak to me before he met you? It was like trying to communicate with a tree. A handsome, handsome tree." He let out an exaggerated sigh as he looked at Dan. "But then I ask one little question about the picture on his phone, out of politeness, I might say, and all of a sudden I can't get him to shut up anymore."
"I was drunk…" Daniel interjected, his cheek glowing bright red.
"It was early afternoon," Dave corrected. "And I learnt more about motocross than I ever cared to know in my whole life. Also I'm happy your knee is okay again, and also that your sister found another job, and…" He leant forward, and mustered Justin's face intently. "Yeah, those are grey. But not that pretty, no offence. I mean, if you're into that…"
Justin barely acknowledged him, his gaze locked in on Daniel who was leaning his head on the scratched window with his eyes closed.
"So imagine my surprise when I come here and learn that you broke up with him. I…"
"It was mutual."
Dave paused, and stared at Justin with a surprised expression.
"I didn't break up with him. We both agreed it's just not the right thing," Justin said softly, and looked at Dave.
As if he was finally realising the tense situation in the cramped gondola, Dave's eyebrows shot up. A short frown flickered over his face before it was hidden under another grin. He turned to Daniel again.
"All the better that I'm here now, right? I'm at the Cervo, we could take our pint at…"
Justin did not let him finish. "You could take a hint, for one."
Dave's glare was now unmistakably hostile but Justin still was unbothered, even as the silence stretched uncomfortably long, and only ended when the gondola suddenly sagged a little before dashing into the valley station.
"I'll write to you," Dave said to Daniel, and with one last, withering look to Justin climbed out.
Daniel and Justin followed him outside, and watched him trot away without sparing them another glance, his skis dangling against his leg. When he had turned the corner, Justin adjusted the straps of the heavy backpack, and lifted one pair of the skis on his shoulders.
"I've forgot my stuff up there," Daniel said, trying to fill the heavy silence. "I'll just…"
He broke off as Justin turned away wordlessly, and walked away.
"Justin!" Daniel said with rising desperation but Justin ignored him.
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Marc, Luca, and Ramon were lounging on the patio of their chalet when Daniel returned from his trip back to the glacier. The sun was setting in earnest behind the mountains now, and a cool breeze carried the first signs of the coming winter down the golden hillsides.
"Why is Justin sulking in his room?" Luca asked through the open door, and grabbed a handful of peanuts from a bowl in the middle of the table.
With hanging shoulders, Daniel walked through the living room towards the hallway. "I'll talk to him," he muttered.
"Dinner's ready in twenty minutes," Marc yelled as Daniel disappeared through one of the doors.
With his last strength he carried his stuff through the room, and dropped everything on the ground in front of his suitcase. Justin sat on his bed with his back to the wall, scrolling through his phone. Without a word Daniel shrugged out of his jacket and ski trousers, grabbed a towel, and walked to the bathroom. He stooped, the door in his hand, took a deep breath, and turned around.
His voice was brittle. "I'm sorry," he said. "About…everything. I should have shut this down way earlier, not…" He broke off, and took a deep breath. "Look, whatever you're thinking now, I don't want things to change between us. My feelings for you are my problem alone. It won't change how I…your friendship is too important to me and I'd never do anything to threaten it. So…yeah." He shrugged, and quickly fled into the bathroom but he had no chance to turn the key as the door was roughly pulled out of his hand again. Daniel flinched back, at the sight of Justin blocking the entire door , effectively locking him in the windowless room.
Justin did not move or speak, only stared at Daniel, and quickly he wiped over his cheeks. Justin kept staring even as Daniel helplessly stared back, until he finally gathered all his remaining little courage so he could look him in the eye. His breath hitched when he saw those bright, grey eyes lingering on him.
Lingering.
Tears swimming.
Daniel's shoulders slumped.
"Oh."
Justin laughed, and before Daniel could move, had him wrapped in a painfully tight hug.
"Oh…" Daniel sighed again as he clung to Justin like a drowning man.
"Yeah," Justin laughed, and noisily pulled up his nose.
“Why did you never say anything?”
“I didn’t want to lose you too,” Justin rasped. “Duh.”
Daniel laughed. Hugging Justin was not new, and yet it was, and he never wanted to let go of him anymore.
“We can never tell the others,” he said, and they both laughed again.
“Luca will never let us hear the end,” Justin muttered. “He will be insufferable.”
Slowly, Daniel released his grip around Justin until he could look at him. His head spun madly when Justin closed the gap for a kiss, and when he remembered that from now on, he could do it whenever he wanted, he laughed again.
“I felt like crying when you broke up our fake relationship,” Justin confessed, and a soft blush crept over his cheeks.
"I was sure you'd forgotten about it," Daniel whispered.
Justin shook his head. “But when that moron told that story…”
Daniel groaned, and leant his forehead against Justin’s shoulder. “You know the worst thing? I really was drunk.”
Justin burst out laughing. “In the middle of the day?”
Daniel sighed. “It was the last lunch, and Grandpa had pulled out his entire Whisky-collection for a tasting. I was just trying to get sober again in the garden when he came over…god, just the memory...”
“Lightweight,” Justin teased.
“Am not!” Daniel exclaimed, and pushed Justin off. “You have no idea how big Grandpa’s collection is!”
Justin grinned, and kissed him again.
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"You heard me, take. it. off."
Jimin X Reader
Warnings: None
Genre: funny
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Summer was here.
All it took for you to realize this was a broken air conditioning unit, and piles of damp towels in the hamper. You slouchily sit on the couch in front of the fan, desperately trying to get all the air you can. It was currently 50 degrees outside, and unlucky for you, your aircon was beaten, and the company said it would take 3 days before a mechanic could go over to fix it making you even more pissed than when you woke up at 6 in the morning drenched in sweat.
Your best friend on the other hand had suggested buying you ice cream and having a water day by the sprinkler in your backyard to cool down. He arrives with a smug grin on his face. You raise your eyebrow, at him, wondering what he had going in his mind. "They thought I was sexy at the store" He cockily tells you. You found him irritating, possibly because of the heat, but maybe it's also because you liked his stupid little cocky ass. Regardless, you rolled your eyes at him, standing up to take the ice cream from him. "Yeah? Bet they were lying to get you to buy more" You say, walking to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. You licked the now melting ice cream quickly. He snickers, following you over. He leans on the kitchen island, closely to look at you teasingly. "It seems to me that someone's jealous," He says, lapping his own dessert. Irritating. You thought, rolling your eyes again. He laughs, knowing he was winning the teasing game, so you decide to play along instead.
"So, what else did they tell you, Mr. hotter than the summer?" You quiz him. He smirks. "They asked to see the body beneath this tee. They said they'd bet I was smoking" He says, pointing toward his body with his lips. "Oh really now?" You taunt, walking out to the backyard. He follows questioningly. "Yeah? Do you not believe that I have a smoking body?" He repeats himself, yearning to get praise from you but you didn't budge. "Fuck no, I'm a see-it-to-believe-it kind of girl." You push, taking a seat on the beach chair you'd put out for your water fun later on. "What are you suggesting," He says, crouching beside you. Ice cream now leaking on his fingers, making you chuckle. With a pushing tone, you stare him in the eyes, "Take it off".
He was frozen. "What?" He croaks, with his voice quieted down now. You smirk knowing you had him⏤ hook, line, and sinker. "You heard me, take. it. off." You repeat. You watch as his adam's apple bobs slowly up and down signaling he was nervous. Your eyes were on him now, teasingly, you licked your ice cream suggestively, not breaking your gaze. He slowly lifts his shirt, revealing his body to you, and by the time his shirt was strewn over to the grass, you couldn't hold it any longer, you then burst into laughter catching him off guard. "You are so fucking full of yourself!" You shout, before dumping the melted ice cream on his chest. You make an escape by running away, triggering the sprinkler on your way. "What the fuck, Y/N!". He screams before running after you.
#jimin x reader#bts jimin#park jimin#jimin fluff#jimin#jimin x oc#jimin x you#jimin x y/n#bts boyfriend#bts scenarios#bts imagines#bts reactions#bts smut#bts fake chat
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Frozen Creative Notes Volume 2 Part 1 | Chapter songs edition
Volume 1 | Chapter Titles edition
Some more extra content for the few readers who actually listen to the chapter songs or songs I sneak into the story.
Spoilers ahead up to chapter 15 so read at your own risk!
Chapter 1 Song | Firestarter by The Prodigy: The Prodigy is one of my all time favorite bands so it was only right to start the story off by making one of their songs an intro to Frost as a character. The moment Firestarter came on, I thought "this is Frost" because it foreshadows her personality and temper, along with the past she's known for, and hints that she's bringing that trouble with her. Additionally, I found it cool that there's a "Hey" repeating throughout the song. It's like she's greeting the TF141 as she joins the team, saying "Hey, I've arrived to complicate your lives."
2. Chapter 2 Song | it’s ok, you’re ok by Bonjr: although, it's an instrumental song, the title is relevant as it's what the officer says to little Frost once he finds her ("It's ok, you're ok. You're safe."). It's the first bit of comfort she ever receives from another person.
3. Chapter 3 Song | Conspiracy by Paramore: Frost finds out that the team lied and knew about Doberman before her transfer. Then, Price went behind her back and invited Keegan to join them on the mission. At this point, she still doesn't trust the team and realizes that the power she had as a solo operator is now fading. She begins to understand that she depends on the decisions of the team.
4. Chapter 4 song | Arrow by Surf Curse: This song is about what's going on inside Frost's head. It's the first time readers get a glimpse of her vulnerability, the way she deals with all the trauma she carries with her, and how bad she is at understanding her own emotions.
5. Chapter 5 Song | Night out by Radiator Hospital: Oopsie. This was just straight foreshadowing of what happens to Sergeant Bo.
6. Chapter 6 Song | It's All So Incredibly Loud by Glass Animals: We're inside Frost's head again. She's struggling with the loss of Bo and her guilt.
7. Chapter 7 Song | Tears by Boy Harsher: History repeats itself. Price asks Frost to join Las Cuchillas again. The song focuses on her discomfort at the thought of going back and foreshadows the origin of her knife throwing skills ("follow the knife").
8. Chapter 8 Song | Knife Prty by Deftones: Once again, a simple play on words. Frost takes on the members of Las Cuchillas, stealth-style with knives. The song foreshadows Frost's successful initiation and Carmen's pining for Frost in the following chapters.
9. Chapter 9 Song | Ese Hombre by LA INDIA: I fucking adore this song. Basically, the whole song is about a horrible man the singer is in a relationship with. She spits at his face, devours him. It's iconic. BUT although she hates him, he is still her man. This is how Carmen sees Frost. Frost has done her wrong, but she's still her Cocaina.
How can you not love it? She goes off lmao.
10. Chapter 10 Song | Reckoner by Radiohead: Aww this one. This one makes me siiiick. We're in Soap's head now... That sweet idiot. Soap risks his life to see and check on Frost while she's out with Las Cuchillas. The main reason for this song choice is the melody. It's as if I'm listening to Soap's desperation to save Frost in a form of a melody, how his thoughts and his heart tear at his helplessness. There's also this very simple line that perfectly explains his need to protect Frost at that very moment:
11. Chapter 11 Song | Summer Again by The Wytches: Frost loses Carmen. The grief is too much for her. She decides to leave. The whole song is just... just listen to it. It's an incredible musical depiction of vulnerability and pain. I feel like someone is tearing my heart open when I listen to it.
First line: Frost never got to tell Carmen how much she actually did care about her, second line: Frost is sitting on the floor with Carmen's body in her lap, third line: Frost decides to run away
12. Chapter 12 Song | Bad Timing by dEUS: Pretty self-explanatory. Frost comes back, only to find Soap and Jazz in her room. We all remember this one. Ouch.
13. Chapter 13 Song | You Do Something To Me by Paul Weller: The team goes on a team building trip. She's still in denial, but Frost realizes she has some kind of feelings for Soap since she is bothered by Jazz and they have a brief tense moment after the volleyball match. Beautiful song.
14. Chapter 14 Song | Vale by Maribou State: Frost starts pining for Soap, badly. She's barely holding herself together next to him, especially on the beach after the kayaking accident. The song shows Frost's internal vulnerability, excitement and realization that she does in fact, feel him.
15. Chapter 15 Song | Die On A Rope by The Distillers: Love the energy of this song and thought it would be awesome for an action-packed chapter. Also, a pretty literal play on words. Ghost and Frost are stuck on a cliff. Ghost urges her to jump to him but she's reluctant to do it. Will she jump? Will they die on a rope if she does?
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That's it for Part 1. Let me know if you'd like Part 2!
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Fanfic: Dream Girl
One-Shot
By: straight_up_geek_
A/n- This is my headcanon about what prompted Heather to read Gwen's diary out loud in "Not Quite Famous."
*~*~*~*~*
Heather's entire body ached from yesterday's dodgeball tournament, and her head still pounded from the "awake-a-thon." She was relieved they had two days off so she could finally catch up on some well-needed beauty rest.
During dinner, Lindsay sat next to her and tried to follow her around afterward. Heather wasn't having it. She only needed that dumb blonde for challenges, after all. At least Beth was more tolerable. But not by much.
Now, Heather was in desperate need of a long, hot shower. It was only the beginning of the second week at camp, and she had already had enough of the rusty bathroom floors and stained walls. And that wasn't even the worst part—nothing but a thin curtain separated her and whoever happened to be standing in the bathroom right next to the shower at the time. If only she had her phone to contact her parents and tell them to rescue her from this hellhole.
As Heather passed the 'Killer Bass's' cabin on her way to the communal restrooms, she heard a faint melody coming from the dock. She furrowed her eyebrows and tiptoed towards the music.
There, she spotted Trent strumming on his guitar next to the moonlit lake. Heather absentmindedly smiled. If any guy had caught her eye on the island, it was him.
Heather thought Trent was cute from day one. Maybe it was his dark hair and green eyes that captured her attention—or his smooth voice. Something about him hit a soft spot deep inside of her. Trent made her want to be noticed by a guy. And no, not in the same way Duncan "noticed" her the second she arrived at Camp Wawanakwa. Heather was used to that behavior from the boys at her high school. Their infatuation with her made it too easy to use them for homework or lunch money.
Heather had all the confidence in the world. She was the most popular girl at school. She could walk up to Trent, compliment him a few times, and they'd be dating by tomorrow. She was Heather Wilson. She could get any guy she wanted. Tonight, she wanted the cute and mysterious guitar boy.
"Hey," Heather said as she walked up behind him.
Trent jumped, his playing coming to an abrupt stop. "Oh god, you scared me," he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sorry," she cringed, sitting next to him. "I just heard you playing, and I thought you sounded really good."
"Really?" He carefully sat his guitar to the side.
"Duh," Heather laughed. She slipped off her flip-flops and swung her feet over the lake water. "I doubt anyone else here can play guitar like that."
A smile formed on Trent's face. "Thanks. I've never really played in front of anyone but my family, so I'm glad you liked it," he chuckled.
"What song was that? You one you were just playing."
"Well," Trent laughed bashfully, "it's an original. I'm planning on playing it once I muster up enough courage."
Heather puckered her lips in thought. If she could gain Trent's trust, she could have a reliable alliance and get the guy. "Want a second opinion before you show everyone else?" She twirled her hair.
"Oh, uh, I'm not sure if you'll like it. I haven't finished it yet."
"Hey, a good song is a good song," said Heather. "And I think you have the perfect amount of talent to pull anything off."
Trent took a deep breath. "Alright, I'll play it. But don't say I didn't want you." He picked up his guitar.
"I won't even need to," Heather giggled.
Trent laughed, his cheeks turning red as he started playing:
"They say that we've only got summer,
And I say that's really a bummer.
But we'll swim in the sun and have lots of fun..."
"...Yeah, that's all I got," Trent cringed. "I was just messing around with some chords and lyrics."
Heather blinked, surprised by the song's content. If anything, she thought his music would be about how badly he wanted to go home. That's what she would've written about, anyway. "Wow, that was really good. It sounds like you have someone special in mind."
Trent covered his burning face. "Crap, is it that obvious?"
"Kinda," Heather teased, flicking a lone pebble into the water. "Who's the lucky girl?"
"Well—argh, I'm not too comfortable telling anyone right now."
Heather felt her heart pound like a drum in her chest. "Is she at this camp?"
"Yeah," Trent admitted, scratching his neck. "That's the only clue you get, though," he smiled coyly.
Heather was an expert at reading body language—or at least she was pretty sure she was. And Trent's body language right now told her that he was sitting right next to his crush and felt too nervous to confess. "Well, I'm sure that girl feels the same way about you. If she doesn't, she must be crazy."
"I don't know." He looked up at the stars. "I'm just afraid I'll do something to screw it up, and I'll totally turn her off."
"Wanna hear my opinion?" She asked, crossing her legs.
"—Maybe?" Trent flinched.
"Don't worry, it's a compliment," Heather laughed as she gazed at him. She studied his facial features up close. He had a smooth, defined jawline, and the dimples on his cheeks looked like moon craters. "I think the guitar is a turn-on. Any guy with a talent like that would never get rejected."
"You think I should go for it?"
"It would be stupid not to."
"Ok," Trent nodded. "Oh man, I'm really gonna do this, huh? All I have to do now is finish the song. Thanks for all the compliments, Heather," he gently touched her shoulder. "You made me feel so much better about this."
Shivers danced up Heather's spine at the touch of his hand. She wished he would just admit that he liked her right now. "Of course. It was no problem," she replied. "I guarantee it'll go well."
"I hope you're right," he swallowed nervously. "I think she might actually be my dream girl. I've never met anyone like her."
Biting her lip, Heather scooted a little closer to him. "Wow, it must feel like a movie to meet her in the most non-romantic place ever."
"Oh yeah," Trent laughed. "It's so bizarre. It's like I've been waiting for her all my life." He smacked his hand on his forehead. "Why am I telling you this? I'm sure you don't wanna hear it."
"No, it's fine. I do," said Heather. This must've been his way of subtly telling her.
"Yeah?" He grinned sheepishly. "It's a little embarrassing, but it's nice to have someone here to talk to about this. I don't trust most of the guys to keep quiet about this. Especially Owen. I love the dude, but man, he can be a loudmouth sometimes."
Heather fought hard not to roll her eyes to the back of her head at the mention of the big guy. Owen was one of the biggest banes of her existence on the island, but she knew she wouldn't have any luck trying to vote him off. He was already ridiculously popular. "I agree with you," she told him. "None of those losers knows how to keep their mouths shut."
Trent gave her an awkward, crooked smile. "I wouldn't call them losers, but I get what you mean. I can't have any alone time during the day with them around."
"Oh? Was I bothering you, then?" Heather feigned guilt, slightly moving away.
"No!" Trent blurted, frantically shaking his head. "You weren't bothering me at all! It's just the guys. I'm happy you showed interest in my music. Don't worry about it."
Heather smiled as her plan to evoke sympathy worked. "Ok. Thanks. But I totally get why you need alone time. The people here are just—getting on my last nerve. Except you." She made her way back next to him, inching even closer this time.
"Well, ha, that's a relief," he said, flustered.
Heather knew she had to make the first move. Maybe he hasn't had his first kiss yet. Luckily, she had plenty of experience. Slowly leaning in, she placed her hand on top of his. Trent followed her lead, almost in a trance.
Heather shut her eyes and connected their lips. She felt Trent thread his fingers through her long hair and pressed herself further onto him. His other hand rested on her waist as they continued kissing, forgetting the world around them.
Trent suddenly pulled away after a moment or two. Heather blinked, knocked out of her daze. He ashamedly turned away from her and grabbed the neck of his guitar. "Um," he cleared his throat, "I better get back to the cabin. It's getting late."
"—Ok," Heather nodded, a frown forming on her face. Trent gave her a curt smile before speed-walking back to the boy's side of the Screaming Gopher's cabin.
Heather didn't know how to react. No guy had ever run off like that after he kissed her. She touched her lips. Did her breath smell bad? Was he just nervous? She figured it was the latter.
After a few more minutes of listening to the frogs and crickets, Heather showered and got ready for bed. The sucky thing was she couldn't sleep. She was thankful their kiss wasn't on live tv with the rest of the show. She couldn't imagine how embarrassing that would be. Everyone at school would make fun of her for the next two years until they graduated.
But Trent's reaction didn't mean that he didn't like her, right? It had to be nerves. He obviously wanted her. Why else would he play her that romantic song? Who else could be pretty enough to be his dream girl?
*~*~*~*~*
The following day, Heather sat down next to Lindsay and Beth with a tray of what Chef Hatchet called "pancakes." Grimacing, she poked and prodded at her food.
"What do you think tomorrow's challenge is gonna be?" Beth asked with her mouth full.
"Oooh, I think it should be a makeup contest!" Lindsay squealed.
"That would be so cool!"
As usual, Heather wasn't paying any attention to their chattering. She did, however, have her eye on Trent, who was carrying his plate to the seat at the other end of the table.
Heather held her breath, hoping he'd notice her and ask her to talk somewhere in private after breakfast. Then he would confess, and they'd start an unstoppable couples' alliance. Heather also thought having a boyfriend would gain the audience's attention and favor. And if she and Trent didn't work out, she could always start relying on Lindsay and Beth again.
Trent didn't even look at Heather. Instead, he sat next to Gwen and offered her a muffin. "Look what I got you," he playfully told her.
Gwen's cheeks flushed pink. "Thanks, Trent. But I thought this would be a one-time thing. Can't you get in trouble for that?"
"I have no idea, but I don't care. It's worth it for you," he smiled dreamily at her.
"Well, thanks again." Gwen took the muffin, her eyes locked on his.
Heather watched their interaction and knew. She knew she wasn't the dream girl he spoke of last night. She knew he ran off after kissing her because he regretted it. She knew the guy she liked didn't like her back.
"Heather?" Lindsay's voice took her out of her thoughts. "Do you think sparkly lipgloss or bumble gum pink lipstick goes better with my skin tone? Beth told me her opinion, but she thinks I should get another."
Outraged and embarrassed, Heather shot daggers at the girls next to her. "Do you two ever shut up?!"
Lindsay and Beth cowered, and everyone else in the cafeteria stared at Heather, startled. Heather saw the concern painted on Trent's face, so she faked a laugh. "Sorry, I'm just SO tired today. I should get some more sleep before tomorrow's challenge!"
The campers awkwardly went back to their conversations. Heather sighed in relief. That was a close one. Trent almost hated her. She wondered why she cared so much about his opinion of her when he clearly liked the weird goth girl.
"Heather, do you need Lindsay's special spa treatment?" Beth gently asked.
"No," she scoffed. "I'm not hungry. I'm going back to the cabin."
"Alright," Beth gave her an overly broad, submissive grin.
Heather stormed out of the cafeteria. She slammed the cabin door, climbed up her bunk, and angrily screamed into her pillow. Uncontrollable tears streamed down her face.
It wasn't fair. Was Gwen just better than her? Heather couldn't understand why Gwen was an outcast but could easily make friends and attract boys. Heather remembered being completely friendless from age eleven to fourteen, back when she was the outcast. Why did Gwen get to be herself and have friends when she had to change so much just to fit in?
Eventually, Heather stopped crying. The girls would be back from breakfast any minute, and she needed to wash her face—STAT! The last thing Heather wanted was for them to see her at her weakest point. That wasn't good for winning reality shows or making people like you.
While Heather splashed cold water onto her face, she devised a plan. They'd be live tomorrow, and whatever challenge Chris made them do, she'd figure out how to ensure that Gwen felt embarrassed. And maybe, just maybe, she could get Trent to like her.
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