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'Two Cups' McGann at Ascension in Cardiff, November 2005.
Scans from photos as I’ve lost the original files, photographers credited where possible.
#don’t ask me why he had two teacups#i honestly can’t remember#that fifth picture on the right somehow does the impossible and makes his legs look long#paul mcgann#i do love that snuggly cardi#these were all taken on the same day#for some reason he decided to get changed#maybe he thought he was overdressed in a suit!#paul i see you chewing on your specs#at least this time they were just sunglasses
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It took four calls before Lena answered. It crawled across her side table, vibrating angrily like some persnickety insect until she gave it the attention she wanted.
You could just turn it off.
“What do you want, Danvers?”
Alex’s voice was thick.
“We can’t find Kara.”
Lena let out a slow, long, theatrical sigh. “So now you’re accusing me of crimes over the phone. At least your ex had the courtesy to cuff me in person.”
Alex’s patience was clearly short enough, and wearing thinner.
“I’m not calling you to accuse you. I’m calling you to ask for help.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Because she’s burned out her powers and we can’t find her, Luthor. Supergirl is missing and she’s powerless.”
Lena licked her lips.
“Is this some kind of weird test to see if I’ll try to kill her? An entrapment scheme or something?”
“First of all,” said Alex, “fuck you.”
“Mutual,” said Lena. “What was the second part?”
“The second part is that I know you. I know you’re pissed off at her. I also know that you don’t react the way you’ve acted because your BFF lied to you, Lena. Just like I know that buying a $875 million company isn’t what friends are fucking for.”
“I’m sure I have no idea what you mean,” Lena snapped.
“Right. Help us find her.”
“No,” Lena said, coolly. “Goodnight, Director.”
Lena stabbed the end call key with her finger, resolving to herself that L-Corp was going to release a smart phone that made it more satisfying to hang up on people.
Then she very pointedly did not go out looking for Kara. Instead, she boiled water for tea, and spread open a technical journal on her lap.
After ten minutes, she had not drunk the tea, and her attention was sliding off the abstract like the wrong end of two magnets jammed together. Rubbing at her eyes, she decided she’d had too long a day for even light reading, and decided to enjoy a news broadcast with her tea.
Of *course* the lead story was Supergirl. She tried putting on the Lakehawks game, but that had been preempted for Supergirl coverage.
She turned to the science channel. Oh, of course they’d decided that tonight was the night to premier some ridiculous companion documentary for the World of Krypton exhibit running downtown at the convention center, and of course Lena works tune in right as Kara appeared on screen, grinning ear to ear as she charitably gave some literal kid reporter the interview of her lifetime, fielding softball questions about her dead planet.
“What do you miss most?” the kid asked.
Lena saw it, saw it the way only someone who knew Supergirl was just Kara Danvers, the nerdy, dorky, kinda basic goof in a pompous costume, could. The flash of real pain in the hero’s eyes, the softness in her voice, like she was apologizing for the honest of her answer.
“Red sunrises,” said Kara.
Lena threw the teacup across the room, and it shattered across the screen, leaving the dregs tricking down the surface. Lena wished the TV had been knocked out, but the screen was shielded by a transparent aluminum she’d invented herself.
So she changed the channel, just in time to get a face full of The Princess Bride, just as Buttercup was shoving a then-disguised Westley down the hill as he shouted the line the revealed his identity.
“Oh fuck you all,” Lena muttered, as she scooped her keys from the kitchen counter.
Lena decided it was a night for subtlety, so she took the BMW, driving with the top down and and her phone in her jacket pocket, so she could feel it if someone called.
Lena drove for the better part of an hour, reflecting on the absurdity of simply looking for Kara in a sprawling city; National City had about two thirds the population of Metropolis, but it covered nearly four times the land area and was surrounded by sprawling suburbs that extended the entire metro area to the size of a small state.
This was hopeless, unless Lena knew where to go.
You know what you have to do. You know what you’ve always had to do.
Kara answered on the third ring.
“Hi.”
Her voice was tiny and small, and Lena felt like she was clutching some small fragile thing to her cheek.
“Hey,” she said, with all the softness she could muster with the top down. She pulled to a stop on the side of Ocean Avenue so she could soften it further. “I heard what happened.”
“I beat the monster.”
“I know,” said Lena. “You always do. Where are you, Kara?”
There was a beat of silence.
“I don’t know who out you up to this, but you don’t have to do it, Lena. I know how you feel about me now.”
No, you fucking don’t, Lena thought, before she could silence her own frantic mind. If you knew you wouldn’t have lied to me.
“Tell me where you are.”
“I’m where I belong,” Kara sighed, the hint of slurring in her words hinting that she’d been drinking.
Then she hung up.
A wave of anger welled in Lena’s chest, and she clenched her teeth, seizing the shift lever to throw the car in drive and head home; Kara and her sister could handle their own bullshit.
She didn’t drive home.
Lena arrived at the convention center in a frantic five minutes, parking crazily in a towing zone. Finding a way in took another few minutes, and soon the flat soles of her tennis shoes were squeaking as they echoed across the polished granite floors of the lobby.
She found Kara in the exhibit, surrounded by quiet, dark displays as she stood in front of a bannered exhibit proclaiming “RAO, THE SUN OF KRYPTON”.
Kara ignored Lena as she approached, tipping back a sloshing, mostly empty bottle of Jack Daniels to take a hearty gulp.
“Kara?” said Lena.
Kara swayed slightly on her feet. She’d gotten a raincoat somewhere and put it on over her suit, cape and all, and even from a distance she stank of whiskey. She was staring at the display in front of her, an expansive orrery surrounding a lit model of Rao. Lena had never seen her so haggard, even her lustrous hair limp sallow.
“Hi,” Kara said, taking another drink.
“What are you doing?”
“Chasing a red sunrise.”
Lena approached slowly, until they stood side by side.
She stole a quick glance. Kara had a black eye and she was swaying slightly, and Lena wasn’t sure if it was from the booze or the fight. She started to take another drink.
Grasping the bottle by the neck, Lena took it from her. Kara didn’t resist as Lena tipped back a long pull on the bottle herself. It offended her palate in every possible way but one, but it was a good way to numb herself.
“Alex send you?”
“No,” said Lena. “She just had to tell me. She knew I’d send myself.”
“Why?”
“Because she’s a lot more observant than you are.”
Kara studied her for a moment, then reached for the bottle back.
Lena looked at it. “How much of this have you had?”
“Not enough,” said Kara, taking another drink.”
“If you insist on destroying your liver, at least let me give you something that actually tastes good.”
“It all tastes like paint thinner,” said Kara.
Lena sighed. “Get in the car.”
Kara shrugged and followed Lena out, flopping extravagantly in the passenger’s seat. Lena drove in silence, using the excuse that the wind noise made it too hard to talk.
When they arrived at Lena’s apartment, she practically shoved Kara inside, and poured the rest of the swill down the drain.
“Hey,” Kara muttered.
“There’s still some of your clothes in the guest bedroom. Take that damned suit off and put on something else.”
Kara complied, trudging into the bedroom. She emerged a moment later, looking small and sad with her hands tucked up inside an oversized hoodie, wobbling giving Lena a glassy look.
As she sat down, Lena handed her a glass of wine and perched on the edge of the couch cushion beside her, gently pressing an ice pack to her eye. Kara leaned into it and let out a soft, unsteady sigh.
“Pain hurts,” she observed.
“It’ll do that.”
Then she went quiet, sinking into Lena’s couch with Lena’s ice pack pressed to her face. Lena stepped into the kitchen and pulled out her phone. Alex answered immediately.
“I have her.”
“Thank God. I’ll be over to get her in a few minutes.”
“No you won’t,” Lena sighed.
Alex didn’t answer her for a too-long pause.
“Yeah. Call me in the morning.”
“Will do.”
Kara had found the wine bottle when Lena came back, and was taking a drink form it. Lena sat down next to her and took it, drawing on it hard before passing it back.”
“What now?” said Kara.
“Is the ice still cold?”
“Yeah.”
Kara curled up next to Lena, bringing her legs up, her toes wiggling in empty air. Lena sighed and found her a blanket, spreading it over her too carefully.
As soon as Lena sat down, Kara spread the blanket over her, too, and Lena noticed that her absurd body heat hadn’t abated from the loss of her powers.
“You have tea on your TV,” Kara observed.
“Yeah,” said Lena.
It took her a few minutes to find something on television that wasn’t Supergirl or The Fox and the Hound.
(Fucking seriously?)
Nature documentaries were Kara’s kryptonite, to turn a phrase, and soon she was sleeping on Lena’s shoulder, the ice bag fallen into her lap. Lena stared down at the soft features of the surpassingly lovely little goddess snoozing against her and couldn’t help it anymore.
She started to weep softly, her shoulders hitching as she struggled to stop it, knowing the attempt was hopeless.
It got worse when Kara began to purr, a deep and soothing rumble in her chest that seemed to seep into Lena’s bones. After a moment she realized that Kara was crying too; she’d woken up.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “I’m so fucking sorry, Lena. I can’t… I can’t breathe I’m so sorry. I lost my red sunrise. I can’t lose you too. I’ll do anything. Please let me make it up to you I promise I will, please.”
Lena shifted to a more comfortable position, known this was it for the night, that something had shifted. No, shattered. She was tired of being angry, of being afraid, if thinking of could-have-beens and come-what-mays. Yes, Kara had lied. Lena had lied. They’d kept secrets and been stupid and and they’d hurt each other, but nothing in the world, no principles or closely held rules or petty anger would justify watching her suffer like this.
She was careful as she cupped Kara’s jaw, avoiding the injury, feeling a flash of rage at whoever had done this to her. (That his ass had been throughly kicked by an angry Kryptonian was irrelevant; her vengeance would not be forestalled.)
The kiss was quiet and gentle, at once too soft and quick, more request than declaration, and Kara swiftly answered with one so fierce and honest and hopeful that Lena didn’t care that Kara’s mouth tasted like whiskey and wine.
When it was over, Lena found herself whispering, “As you wish.”
#supercorp#supergirl fanfiction#supergirl#supercorp fanfic#lena luthor#kara danvers#kara x lena#karlena#supergirl fanfic#ficlet#literally made myself cry#angst#angst with a happy ending#happy angst#“hangst as it were#Kryptonians can purr#not canon compliant
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your frowning face appears in the mirror as wriothesley fixes his hair for the third time that afternoon, admiring how the gel he’d borrowed from clorinde was surprisingly adept at slicking back his unruly hair.
“we can’t be late,” you remind him, fiddling with the collar of your dress. “father despises tardiness…”
“awe, are you worried i’ll make a bad first impression?” he asks, finally turning to face you. “don’t worry, sweetheart. parents love me. well, maybe not my foster parents. but i’m always a hit with other people’s.”
the comment about his…colourful past goes right over your head. you really are worried. “it’s not you i’m worried about. father can be…intense.”
“i work in a prison. it can’t get more intense than that,” he reminds you, grabbing the gift bag sitting by the door. “besides, once we pull out this bad boy, he’ll be so impressed that he’ll ask me to join you for lunch next week too.”
of course, he had no actual idea if the wine navia had chosen was any good. though his wallet had come back significantly lighter, so that had to mean it was halfway decent.
“wriothesley,” you say, still looking deeply concerned. “you do know that father is–”
“intense, babe. i know,” he sighs, cupping your face in his hands and placing a kiss between your furrowed brows. you try to wriggle out of his hold, but he doesn’t let you, gently keeping your focus on him. “don’t worry, alright? i’ll shake his hand, we’ll talk about safe topics like the weather and how great the aquabus is. i’ll even use my best table manners when the food comes.”
his thumbs gently brush your cheeks as you sigh, shaking your head slightly. “i just really want you two to get along.”
“i can be plenty charming when i need to be,” he says, only letting you go to pull the front door open. “besides, who wouldn’t want a duke as a son-in-law?”
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business at café lutece is unusually empty today, wriothesley observes. all of the tables are reserved, but remain empty at the height of the lunch rush.
you don’t seem to notice this, fingertips drumming the surface of the table
“quit fidgeting,” wriothesley murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.
“i’m just nervous,” you mutter, knee beginning to bounce. wriothesley chuckles, stilling it with a firm hand.
you look up at him, smiling as you place your hand over his. “thanks.”
the waiter comes back with the tea he’d ordered earlier, leaving a teapot and two small jars of sugar and milk. he’s in the middle of pouring you a cup when you suddenly sit up.
“father!”
“oh shit,” the duke mutters, quickly getting on his feet. he glances down at his outfit briefly, making sure his buttons are done up properly and his sleeves are rolled neatly before holding out his hand. “it’s nice to finally meet you–”
wriothesley’s open stance shifts into a protective one, immediately putting himself between you and the knave.
“well, isn’t this sweet,” the harbinger says, clearly more amused than threatened.
wriothesley looks back at you, incredulous. “your father is a fatui harbinger?!”
“all children of the house of the hearth refer to me as such,” she answers, gracefully pulling out and taking a seat across from him. “sit, your grace, and prove to me why you should continue to be allowed to court my child.”
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sitting face to face with the knave was equal parts exhilarating and nerve-inducing. exhilarating because she was the knave. skilled in combat and espionage and one of the highest ranking harbingers.
nerve-inducing because she was your father. and as much as he wanted to engage her in a battle of wits and fisticuffs, that was not something one did with their father-in-law.
“i trust business at the fortress is going smoothly, your grace?”
wriothesley casts the harbinger a wary look over his teacup. “you can read about childe’s status in the report i had sent over last week.”
“well, you know better than most that information from inside sources is much more valuable.”
both their gazes drift to you, and you send him an apologetic look.
“oh, relax,” the woman across from him laughs. “i was simply making conversation. since i’m short of time, however, i will make the point of our visit quite brief.”
she leans forward, clasping your hand in hers across the tabletop as she fixes wriothesley with a paragliding glare.
“if you ever hurt my child, or she comes to any harm whilst in your care, there is not a corner of the ocean dark enough for you to hide.”
“father!” you gasp. “you said you wouldn't threaten him.”
it’s almost eerie, how easily the dark expression slips off her visage. “that wasn’t a threat. c'était une promesse.”
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ALL OVER AGAIN .ᐟ
✩ — neuvillette gets a new problem: he finds himself crushing on you all over again.
✩ — includes: neuvillette x gn!reader. fluff fluff fluff!! no cws. wc: 503. reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated :D
if there was one thing that neuvillette didn’t expect to experience again ever since he got married to you, it would be him being attracted to you all over again.
he had no clue how or when this started again, but he just woke up one day and couldn’t stop admiring you. his eyes wouldn’t leave you; whenever you two touch, it feels like a burst of electricity is suddenly rushing through him; and god, every time you kiss him, he feels like he’s floating.
was this normal?
neuvillette snapped out of his thoughts when you started waving your hand in front of his face. “neuvi, are you okay? you’ve been staring at me for a while. was there something on my face?” you asked him with concern, setting down two teacups of tea on the table. neuvillette coughs into his fist and looks away out of embarrassment that he got caught staring at you like a lovesick boy.
“my apologies; it was not my intention to stare like that, but i do think that i might be having a fever," he says. after hearing his response, you immediately got closer to him, checking his temperature.
and this makes neuvillette’s temperature rise higher, if that was still possible.
“well, your temperature is a bit hot right now, but it isn’t bad enough for a fever.” you replied. “ah, uhm.” huh, did he just stutter? did neuvillette actually just stutter? “is that so? that’s good news then.”
“love, are you sure you’re okay?” you asked him again.
well, it wouldn’t hurt for him to express his current concern, right?
he doesn’t nod to answer you, instead, he starts voicing himself out. “to be honest with you, dearest, i’ve been… having a few troubles lately. every time you walk into the same room that i’m in, i just can’t help but admire you. every time you open your mouth to speak, i find myself ignoring and putting down what i’m currently doing just to listen to what you have to say. and every time you kiss me… i feel my knees getting weak.”
you let out a giggle at his words, and your poor husband just looks at you in confusion. “was there something wrong with what i said?” he asks. “no, no, don’t worry, neuvi. you just sounded so cute.” you reassured him.
“but to answer your little problem, i think you’re in love with me.”
neuvillette is confused. “in love with you? but how could that be possible when i’m already married to you? i have always loved you, so why am i only feeling this now?”
now it was your turn to blush, trying to keep it cool when you just heard your husband say such things. “well, dearest, love is quite a complicated thing sometimes, isn’t it?" you say, lightly poking his nose.
this time, neuvillette nods. love may be a complicated thing to grasp, but all he knows is that he loves you. and nothing will ever change that.
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Mini witch story part one
Part 1, Part 3,
Rua walked over to the table last to arrive, her wolf familiar probably ran off to who knows where. She looked exhausted and behind her walking in shame was her familiar, Soap as she calls him. Apparently, when he was a pup he ate a bar of soap.
“You’re late,” Cordelia chimes in a teacup in her hand. As the oldest, she was the first to receive her demonic animal familiar, a big ol’ brown bear. For an old man, he sure can move fast when he is needed.
“I think you should put him through dog disciplinary training,” Sula said, this earned a growl from the wolf.
“Enough,” Rua sighs collapsing into her seat, “we are here for you,” she turns to me. You held onto my cup of milk.
As the youngest, physically, and mentally even though we all started at the same time. You were frozen in time and space. You look around, they are so much older, and time has taken ahold of them.
“Our Sire will give you a familiar,” Ophelia spoke up setting her cup of vodka down. “Then you can leave this Forrest and explore the world.”
“Why do I have to have a familiar?” You ask.
“In your absence, the mortals began a witch trial,” Rua spoke, “your familiar is there to keep you safe.”
“How?”
“In their humanoid form, they have their animal attributes.”
“Like eating Soap?” Your sisters broke out into waves of laughter and looked at the poor wolf who looked down at his feet.
“Do you have any animals in mind?” Cordelia asks.
“Fluffy. Likes to be around me. Strong. Friendly. Not so demanding… a cat.”
The forest grew cold as the trees warp around you all. Soon your Demonic sire who turned you all to witches walked from the trees. You get up and bow to him.
“Little one,” he begins, “I have your familiar.” You feel yourself blooming into a smile. From his hands, a black mass forms and falls to the ground.
Slime.
“WHAT IS THIS?” You shout poking the weird slimy creature. It lunged at you and gripped your leg. You let out the most horrific scream, and kick her leg throwing it off you. “WHY IS IT UGLY?”
From the back, you hear your sister cackling at you. The little slimy black thing slithers towards you. You look up at your Demon Sire who gives you a blank stare.
“Give me a cat!”
“He is very loyal.” Your sire says.
“HES UGLY AND SMALL!” You shout back picking it up with your staff.
“It’s an octopus,” Sula stated calmly. “A delicacy in Asia.”
“I DON’T WANT IT!” You look at your demonic father only to find him glaring at you. You stare at the little black blob, his Beaty blue eyes staring up at you. You think it’s glaring at you.
It moves closer climbing up your bare legs and to your chest. It sat right above your breast and two long appendages moved to your face. Your skin crawls and you feel the ICK coming. You grab it and punt it to the ground.
“ITS A PERV!” You scream and turn to your sisters for help. Rua turns away laughing to herself.
“You can always throw it away in a far-off land.” Ophelia offer.
“Don’t be foolish, our Familiars have an innate ability to find us,” Sula said.
Fear seeps into your skin. This creepy ugly perverted little thing was attached to you forever. You wanted to cry.
Your Sire and sister left you with these things.
It kept trying to climb up your leg.
You grab it by the head and look it over. An idea hit you.
“I can eat you!” You said a creepy smile crossing your face. Its little eyes and tentacles began to thrash around. You shove it into your bag and rush off to get some sauces and some vegetables.
How would you cook it? On a stove? In water? In bread? You shrug it had eight tentacles you had eight tries.
Your cauldron boiling, cutting board ready you grab the ugly thing and a knife ready to slice it up.
It transforms. In front of you is a huge tall man. You stare at his naked form. It glared at you, through a hood, holding your wrist.
“Let go!”
“NEIN!” He growls out his voice higher pitch than you would have guessed.
“Transform!”
“NEIN!” He said again.
“I am your master!”
“Du worst much night essen.” He snaps. He glared at him. You grab his hood and soon tentacles come out gripping your fingers. You screech and yank your hand away. He chuckles.
You wanted to strangle this man.
You finally agree not to eat him, and in return he lets you go. You also forced him into some clothes. You glared at him, and he watched you closely.
You grab your grimoire and put it into your bag. You are traveling, seeing the world! Staff in hand you walk out of the forest.
The sunset was absolutely stunning, the cliffside falls to crystal clear waters. The smell of freedom was intoxicating.
You feel the skin-crawling sensation of suction cups crawling up your legs you look down to see the disgusting thing crawling up your legs and to your boobs again. You grab it and shove it into your bag trapping it inside.
This bitch was ruining your moment.
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Can I make a request? 🥹 Ghost when you joke to him about joining the military hehe. Thank you!
A/N: Okay wow thank you beautiful anon for sending in this ask and inspiring the FUCK out of me. I was really in my feels about not feeling up to writing anything (the imposter syndrome can be so real even in fandom spaces), but this ask set my brain ablaze. so thank you, dear <3 let me know if you like it!!
Simon "Ghost" Riley x Civilian!Reader (Established relationship)
“Who knows, maybe I’ll just say ‘fuck it’ and join the military,” you half-joke, before taking a sip of your tepid earl grey.
“Absolutely fucking not.” Simon’s abrupt growl catches you off guard, causing you to briefly choke on your final sip.
“Come again?” You manage to get out between coughs, raising your eyebrow in confusion, thoroughly taken aback by his rigid body posture and brash response. You both had been enjoying a quiet Saturday morning together, a treasured treat that were few and far between. The empty plates from the morning’s breakfast still sat between you two as you both enjoyed the last of your tea, the conversation veering from your typical work complaints to the casual idea of starting over fresh in a new career field.
It had all been rather pleasant, but you sense the mood shift, a familiar tug in your stomach telling you a fight was brewing.
“I said,” Simon continued in that deep voice, his tone taking on a bitter edge. “Absolutely. Fucking. Not.”
Your stubborn side flares up in indignation and you suppress a bitter laugh, finding yourself digging in your heels at the idea. You mentioned it as a joke, not even really thinking twice about it, but like hell you were going to be told no like that.
“And why, pray tell, the fuck not?” You shoot back at him from across the table. You practically slam your teacup on the table, the satisfying thunk emphasizing your question. “What? You don’t think I can do it? You don’t think I can handle myself?” You don’t slow down—oh no, you’re on a roll now. “Or is it that that specific role is only reserved for you? And I’m just supposed to stay home and be the doting housewife that sits around and waits for you to get back?”
At that final remark, Simon rises out of his seat, his dark gaze meeting your own as he steps around the table to you. You’re not even close to done though, quick to rise up out of your own seat to meet him.
“You have some real balls, Simon, acting like you get to just say no like that. I swear to god I will march down to the nearest recruiters office before you so much as finish your tea and I will—“ your thrown off mid-sentence as Simon’s hands embrace your face, his thumb tracing against your cheek bone in a gesture of pure tenderness. It’s a stark contrast to your fiery words, and you can practically feel the fire start to wane at the sweet touch.
Simon takes a step closer to you, and you find yourself inches away from his burly chest, forcing you to crane your neck to look up at him.
“I will—“ you try to continue your argument, but even you have to admit your words are wilting at his closeness.
Even after so many years together, you never get used to the way your body responds to him. Your heart rate picks up, your breathing ever so slightly unsteadied, and you find yourself leaning in even closer, drawn to him like a moth to the flame.
Simon’s thumb moves from your cheek down to press against your lips, silencing your argument.
You blink in response.
“You would make a fine soldier, darling,” his tone is low and even now, in clear opposition to your red-hot spirited words. “There’s not a doubt in my mind you would be pure dead brilliant and rise through the ranks."
Your rage starts to settle as you practically preen at the compliments. The tension leaves your shoulders, just enough to keep Simon going.
"It’s absolutely nothing to do with you, love. It’s me.”
“You?” You mutter against his thumb, brows furrowed in confusion, and he slides the digit down to your chin and caresses your jawline.
“Yeah...me,” Simon’s tone has a note of finality in it, and you know that he doesn’t want to explain further, but you need more than that.
“Explain.”
Simon’s exhale follows your demand, but he knows you well enough to know you’re not going to let this go.
“I do some pretty hard shit, yeah?” He starts, and you nod in response. “And I’ve trained for it. And I’m good at it. But it can still be pretty fucking brutal.”
Simon’s gaze trails to the side, and you recognize the far-away look in his eyes. You know specific memories are playing back in his mind, ones that he only mumbles about in the dead of night as you do your best to root him in reality from the night terrors. You’re scared to even breathe too loud at the risk of shattering the moment.
Simon takes a steadying breath before he continues, his gaze coming back to yours.
“The one thing that gets me through all of that shit is knowing that you’re here. That you’re safe.”
“What you do—waiting for me, not knowing if I’m okay, not knowing what’s going on, being in the dark like that. I can’t imagine that. I don’t think—“ he breaks off, swallowing hard before continuing. “I don’t think I could do that.”
His words hit you like a blow to the stomach.
“Simon,” you sigh, your shoulders deflating, all of the fight leaving your body at his admission.
“I’m not here to tell you what to do,” he soldiers on, “And I know I sound like the world’s biggest hypocritical prick right now. But please, love,” his tone takes on an exasperated edge and his hand leaves your face as he runs it through his hair. Another sigh falls from his lips, and you wish you could take back every word of this stupid spat. “Please just think about it for a while longer. For me?”
Simon’s pleading eyes fall to yours and you can’t hold back anymore. You rise up on your tiptoes, though even still he has to lean down to meet your lips. The kiss is a tender, soft thing. Simon’s hand rises to the nape of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair and pulling you even closer to him.
You break the kiss first, tilting your head back only slightly, giving yourself just enough room to utter your acquiescence.
“Okay,” you mutter breathlessly, at a loss for words after such a pure proclamation of affection from your otherwise indomitable lover.
“Okay?” Simon asks, relief dripping from the singular word, and you silently curse your stubborn streak for causing such unease in the man you love, even if only momentarily.
“Okay,” you sigh into his lips as you lean in closer.
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Come Back, Be Here (part 6)
p1 // p2 // p3 // p4 // p5 // p6 // p7 // p8
Sirius Black x fem!reader - First Wizarding War Order of the Phoenix - 5.1k
CW: mentions of past abuse/torture, amnesia, mention of Bellatrix's cursed knife (same injury Hermione received in canon), racism/bigotry, swearing x a million cuz it's Remus' POV, angst, hurt/comfort, use of Y/N
Synopsis: After sacrificing yourself to save your friend and Order partner James months before, you're found on the brink of death. How will Sirius react when he finally gets his love back, only to have you snatched out from under him again?
“Where the FUCK is she?”
The headmaster calmly placed his teacup back on its saucer as the two men came barging into his office.
“Ah, Mr. Black. Mr. Lupin. Please, take a seat.”
So, Sirius did; he took the seat, and he threw it at the wall.
“I am not fucking around old man. Where. Is. She? Where is Y/N?” He barked.
“I’m afraid I don’t know.”
Sirius stopped in his pacing.
“You don’t know!?” Remus repeated incredulously.
Dumbledore nodded.
Sirius picked up a spinning orb from the headmaster’s desk and sent it careening to the window. The windows – the damned things – were charmed not to break, but the orb did. As pieces of crystal shattered and scattered onto the floor, many sleeping portraits of previous headmasters began waking. A few stayed behind to watch the spectacle, whilst many left to find other portraits to haunt for the time being.
“That’s not good enough.” Sirius fumed.
With a casual flick of his wand, Dumbledore righted the chair Sirius had thrown. “Why don’t you have a seat, son?”
“I am not your fucking son!” He shouted back, kicking the seat over again.
“Mr. Lupin, why don’t you encourage your friend here to calm down?” The portrait of a previous headmistress asked condescendingly.
“Get fucked, ma’am.” Was his muttered response.
With a huff, the headmistress decided to leave as well.
“I am so sick of being played like some pawn in this gods-awful game of yours! We are children! You fucking groomed us as students and enlisted us right out of the gates, fattening us up like cattle for slaughter!”
“Now, Mr. Black-”
“I’M NOT DONE.” Sirius roared.
Dumbledore shifted his eyes to Remus, who kept his gaze firmly on him.
“You – you’re supposed to be this powerful wizard with years of experience. You defeated that Grindel-fuck back in the sodding dark-ages or whenever, yet somehow, this is out of your wheelhouse!?”
“Mr. Black, everyone learned from the Global Wizarding World with Grindelwald; Tom Riddle how to cheat death, and myself to enlist the help of others.” Dumbledore said.
“But you didn’t get help! You got soldiers, and we’re the ones fighting this fucking war for you! You get to sit here in this bloody castle with powerful ancient wards protecting you, drinking your tea, wanking to the portraits of the other headmasters in your spare time, while the rest of us get their fucking heads blown off!
“We’re the ones being captured. We’re the ones being tortured. We’re the ones being killed. We’re the ones with blood on our hands fighting for our fucking lives, everyday! Bouncing from safe-house to safe-house whilst never being safe. And you know! You’ve known there was a spy, you’ve had contacts on the other side, but you give us nothing. You just send us off on these fucking missions, blind, and we all have to hope that that’s enough. That we’ll live to see another day. That we’ll make it home to our loved ones.”
Sirius paused to catch his breath. “You will not get away with using her like this, not anymore, not by me.”
Dumbledore’s crystal blue eyes bore into Sirius’ stormy grey ones. After a few moments, he offered him a subtle nod.
“Where is she?” He repeated, quieter this time.
“Sirius, the truth is that I do not know.”
Sirius groaned. “How can you not know!? Fine, fine. Who is your contact? Apparently, someone who was in league with the Black’s for the stupid fucking house-elf to betray me like this. So, who is it? Narcissa? Finally tired of the bleach fumes from that husband of hers? It can’t be Bellatrix.”
Dumbledore pursed his lips as he considered Sirius.
“It’s not Bellatrix, is it?” He asked in quiet disbelief.
“No, son, it is not Bellatrix.”
“’Kay well, tell me who it is, then. Reg’s dead so you’re leaving me with dear old Cissy here.”
Dumbledore leaned onto his forearms on his desk as he peered at Sirius over his half-moon spectacles.
“A house-elf will always be the most loyal to the head of the house it serves.”
Sirius scoffed. “Yeah, well my house-elf just up and fucked-off with the love of my life so I’d say his loyalty doesn’t exactly align with...me...” He trailed off as something seemed to dawn on him.
“Unless I’m not the head of the house.”
Remus’ neck snapped as he whipped his head to regard his friend.
“The deed and the vault at Gringotts were all moved to you, Sirius, you’re the head of the house.”
Sirius never pulled his gaze away from the headmaster. “Goblins can be tricked, and deeds can be forged.” He whispered. “But house-elf magic...”
Dumbledore leaned back into his chair.
“But Regulus is dead. He was pronounced dead – your mother offed herself because he was pronounced dead.” Remus argued.
“He was assumed dead.” Dumbledore corrected.
“Holy fucking shit.” Sirius breathed.
“Regulus has been in contact with me since this past spring. It appears that Miss. L/N was the turning point for him in this war.”
Sirius stared in bafflement. “What do you...”
“You may, one day, need to discuss with your brother. However, what he explained to me,” Dumbledore started. “Is that he had discovered Riddle’s secret of the horcruxes after becoming increasingly disenchanted by his rhetoric. He was intent on defeating Riddle himself, but came to me when he found Y/N.”
The colour drained from Remus’ face. “You knew? All this time.”
Dumbledore turned his gaze to the lycanthrope.
“You knew!?” He repeated.
“You must understand, I could not remove her from Riddle’s ranks without rousing suspicion from the other Death Eaters who knew she was there. We were also becoming increasingly aware of a spy within our ranks and could not jeopardize the intel by alerting the Death Eaters of our own spy.”
“I can’t fucking believe this.” Sirius cried out. “You let her suffer there so you could keep the upper hand!”
“It was for the greater good.”
“Fuck that!” Sirius barked. “Fuck that and fuck you!”
“You do not understand how differently this could have all played out without her, Sirius.”
Remus scoffed. “Oh the ‘could’s’, professor, really? We can sit here until our dying breath discussing all of the fucking could’s that could have taken place from the beginning of fucking time itself and it would mean nothing.”
“I don’t care what could have happened.” Sirius interjected. “You should have protected her. Protected all of us.”
Dumbledore looked between his two former students as he seemed to come to some kind of decision.
“The five horcruxes that Y/N brought us have been destroyed. I do not want to give Riddle time to realize that they are gone. I have discussed with our allies what will need to happen next.” Dumbledore stated.
“And what will need to happen next, professor?” Sirius sneered.
“It appears that Mr. Pettigrew told Riddle he would be the secret keeper by their next meeting.” Dumbledore said as Sirius swallowed bile rising in his throat. “I believe it would be best to lure Riddle out when he does not feel the need for an army.”
Remus leaned forward in his chair. “How do we do that?”
Dumbledore pursed his lips. “It would be best if Riddle remained unaware of our knowledge of Peter.”
“I think he’s going to figure it out when he misses their next club meeting.” Sirius scoffed.
“Unless he goes.” Remus murmured.
“Over my dead body do we release that rat bastard.” Sirius growled.
“I agree, Mr. Black, I do not believe we should entrust Peter. However, there may be another way.”
Sirius looked at Dumbledore blankly. “Tell me, headmaster, do you plan on breaking out some unforgiveables? Because short of imperio, I’m not sure-”
“Polyjuice.” Remus blurted.
Sirius whipped his head to his friend in shock, whilst a twinkle of pride appeared in Dumbledore’s eye.
“We could keep up the ruse.” Remus explained.
“I’ll go.” Sirius claimed.
Remus groaned. “Pads, do you really think you’re the best person for this job?”
Sirius looked at Remus with a look of ill-hidden betrayal. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Sirius, this is the most sensitive mission possibly anyone will ever have to take. You are passionate but you have a tendency to go in guns blazing and this is not the setting.”
“I’ll be fine.” Sirius argued.
“You are going to hear and see things that will infuriate and you will not be able to react. You will have to put your morals aside.”
“Rem, honestly, I grew up with the pureblood bullshit, I can handle it.” Sirius insisted.
“It nearly killed you, Pads. I was there when you showed up at the Potter’s.”
“Remus, I’m going.”
“Perhaps it should be me.” Remus stated as if Sirius hadn’t said anything at all.
“Are you insane?”
“Obviously the answer to that is yes but listen: no one would be able to use legillimency on me due to lunar magic, I stand a better chance at keeping a level head, and I’m perhaps just a touch less emotionally invested in this than you are.” Remus argued.
“Besides,” he continued, “I’ve spent my entire life pretending that I’m not a monster. I’m sure I can pretend to be one for a little bit.”
“You’re not a monster.” Sirius sighed.
Remus gave him a sad smile. “See? I’ve fooled you all.”
Dumbledore hummed. “I think Mr. Lupin may be right, Sirius. Perhaps you should trust him with this.”
“Of course I trust him, but-” Sirius started, turning to look at Remus. “I can’t lose you too.” He admitted quietly.
Though the sentiment caused a twinge of pain in Remus’ chest, he couldn’t waste an opportunity to razz his mate. “Awe, Pads. Don’t tell me you’re gonna miss me.” He cheeked as he pinched Sirius’ arm.
“Oh, sod off you wanker.” Sirius muttered and crossed his arms.
“I suppose it’s settled.” Dumbledore claimed. “Please await my correspondence with further instructions.”
October 29th
“I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this.” James could be heard muttering as he paced the family room of 12 Grimmauld Place.
“Why isn’t Dumbledore doing this himself?” Lily muttered darkly.
“I’m not leaving Y/N in his hands, not again.” Sirius murmured into his hand as he stared at the fire. “It should be me going. Remus, I should go.”
With a sigh, Remus stood from the wingback chair. “No, Pads. It’s too late to change the plan now. It’s going to be fine.”
Sirius shook his head and looked at the ceiling.
“She’s fucking strong, Sirius. And she’s got more people on her side this time. We’re gonna finish this.” Remus pressed.
The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed and everyone took a steadying breath.
“Be careful, Rem.” Lily tearfully murmured as she gave him a hug.
“I hate this.” James repeated just as quietly as he too hugged the lycanthrope.
Remus smiled at them both before he moved to Sirius, who had shifted his gaze back to the fire.
“We’re close, Pads.” He whispered.
Sirius nodded, keeping his gaze on the fire. “Thank you, Moony. For going after her.”
“She’s pack.” Remus said simply causing Sirius to let out a shuddering breath.
“Be careful.”
Remus nodded in agreement and took a swig from his pocket flask. He grunted slightly as he felt his body shifting and changing, but it was nothing close to the pain he experienced every full moon.
Sirius, Lily, and James all looked in various levels of disgust as Remus – now in the form of Peter Pettigrew – stood to his full height. “How do I look?”
The three friends looked at each other awkwardly before turning back to Remus...Peter?
“Fuck, this is weird.” James muttered.
“Yeah, honestly mate, I think you should go.” Sirius agreed.
Remus rolled his eyes. “You know I’m not actually him, right?”
Lily grimaced. “Yeah, yeah Judas. Get going.”
Sirius and James looked at her inquisitively, but Remus snorted a laugh offering everyone a wave as he stepped into the street. He walked a short distance to a hidden alleyway where he could apparate to the location of the Death Eater meeting. Remus sent one silent prayer to any god who’d listen.
Please let this go smoothly.
Lestrange Manor loomed dauntingly in front of Remus as he tried to muster the courage to walk up the brick path leading to the door. Purebloods and their gaudy houses he mused silently.
“Petty-Pettigrew!” A voice sing-songed behind him, causing him to turn.
Barty Crouch Jr skipped towards him merrily as if he were an alt-punk Dorothy on his way to Oz. He paused in front of Remus and tapped his cheek twice, slightly too hard to be considered just condescending and bordering on aggressive. “How’s our favourite little rat?”
Remus grimaced but tried to play it off as a smile. “Er, I’m-”
“Oh, Salazar. No, I don’t actually care.” Barty chuckled, looking back at his entourage like can you believe this guy? His friendly façade fell as he turned back to Remus. “Better have something for the Dark Lord today, otherwise we’ll find other uses for our little lab rat.” He finished with a slimy wink as he continued up the path to the manor.
Well, Remus thought, welcome to Hell, I suppose.
He followed Barty The Deranged and company up the walkway, fighting the urge to hum: We’re off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz as he went.
If Remus thought the outside of Lestrange Manor was counteracting the anti-depressants coursing through his system, the inside of it made him want to grab the closest silver fork and end it all. He walked along what had to be a fourty-foot table trying to find the best seat before he realized that this was the wrong approach – every seat was terrible.
“Don’t be absurd, Pettigrew.” Mulciber sneered at Remus. “A lowly like you stands at the back.”
Remus fought the urge to roll his eyes and nodded, moving to stand near the wall by the door. At least I’ll be close if I need a quick exit. He also fought the biting urge to lunge at the sight of Fenrir Greyback. You’re here for a reason, Lupin.
Rodolphus, Rabastan, and Bellatrix Lestrange entered the...Remus didn’t know what the hell purebloods wont to call rooms like this...a grand room? A dining room? A reception hall? Whatever it was called, it fucking sucked, and it sucked worse when those three walked in. The brothers mostly regarded themselves with proper decorum, but Bellatrix and her certain flare seemed to suck the air out of the room causing everyone to stand a little more at attention.
Bellatrix Lestrange walked like she was the Queen of Hearts attending her own coronation. She smiled wickedly at those seated around the table, pausing briefly to share terse words with Lucius Malfoy, before then double-cheek-kissing his wife and her sister, Narcissa.
There seemed to be some sort of disagreement about who should sit in one of the two seats at the head of the table next to the Dark Lord’s seat (throne for all intents and purposes), but a silent conversation that passed between Bellatrix and her brother-in-law resulted in the latter finding another chair.
Voldemort walked into the room and those who had been sitting stood suddenly, falling deathly silent as Voldemort moved to stand at the head of the table. The sickening smell of dark magic accosted Remus who felt his eyes water; he swallowed hard against his gag reflex as a giant python type snake slithered its way into the room.
If there was ever any speculation that Nagini was the sixth horcrux before, Remus now felt confident that he could confirm it.
“My Lord.” Rodolphus said reverently as he bowed his head. Remus watched as the rest of the room did the same, and quickly followed suit – he wanted to throw up.
Remus’ plan of attack here was to be as non-descript as possible. He was here for one reason – tell Voldemort he was the secret keeper and plan a course of ‘attack’ on the Potter home in Godric’s Hollow – otherwise, he was to be invisible. He could not be invisible if he was angry, and if he listened too closely, he’d get angry, so...
He almost missed it when Voldemort addressed him.
“Now, I trust that you were successful in your task?” Voldemort’s voice echoed through the room, sounding more like an actor in a Greek tragedy than a tyrannical fascist leader addressing his followers.
A throat cleared before something hit Remus on the shin. He looked up and realised everyone’s eyes were on him.
“Oh erm, uh yes. My apologies...my Lord...” He tried to regain his footing. “Uhm, I was successful. I am officially the Potter’s secret keeper.”
Bellatrix barely waited until the end of the sentence to stand and begin cackling maniacally. “We’re going to kill the child! We’re going to kill the child!” She sang as she jumped and clapped her hands.
Voldemort hardly spared Bellatrix a sideways gaze as he lifted one hand – she fell silent and returned to her seat, continuing to smile and wiggle as if it were difficult to keep her obvious joy at bay.
“Though I appreciate your enthusiasm,” he began, “I’d like to eliminate this specific threat myself.”
By the end of the sentence, he was offering Remus a chilling smile. Remus worked to keep his breathing even as he tried to reciprocate it.
“Where is this hide away located?” Voldemort asked.
“Erm, Godric’s Hollow, m’Lord.”
“You will take me to them. You shall meet me in the town square at eight in the evening the day after tomorrow. We shall eliminate this threat to me once and for all.”
“Any threat to you is a threat to all of us, my Lord.” Alecto Carrow said severely which was met with a muttering of agreement from around the table.
“You will all be rewarded greatly for your dedication and loyalty to me.” Voldemort declared, and Bellatrix began a round of applause.
The meeting carried on and Remus ensured to take two more swigs of the Polyjuice potion to avoid turning back into himself prematurely.
A black cat had materialized beside Remus at some point throughout the meeting and appeared to make itself at home beside his left foot. The feline seemed to watch as Remus would lift the flask to his mouth, and he became increasingly paranoid that this cat somehow knew he was an imposter. Was this cat a spy? Was this a spy cat who somehow knew Peter was caught for being a spy for the Death Eaters and that I, as a spy, came to this meeting as Peter as a spy for the Order pretending to be Peter who was acting as a spy for the Death Eaters.
Fuck, Remus was losing it.
Get a grip you stupid bastard. He scolded himself.
The meeting appeared to conclude as Voldemort stood, and everyone followed suit. A few higher pointing Death Eaters seemed to congregate at the head of the table – Malfoy, the Lestranges, Mulciber, Snape, Nott, Goyle, and the Carrows encircled Voldemort.
Remus began looking for the door when he felt the cat brush up against his leg. He looked down to the black cat who was peering back up at him – the eyes were light, nearly blue but not quite – and they looked disturbingly familiar. The cat seemed to be cocking an eyebrow at him, if cats could do such a thing, as Remus considered it.
“What?” Remus whispered.
“Make a habit o’ talkin’ to rodents, do ye Pettigrew?” The sickening sound of Greyback’s voice permeated Remus' hearing – as well as his other senses. Suddenly, Remus was four years old again, waking to the sound of screaming that turned out the be his own as a wolf locked its jaw upon his chest. He ignored the stinging in his eyes as he thought of his mothers screams and sobs, begging the healers to do something – anything – to help her boy, whilst everyone murmured it’d be kindest to just ‘put the boy out of his misery’.
“I do, actually,” Remus said, lacing his words with venom. “I’ve found they often make better company than a mangey wolf.”
Greyback seemed taken aback as he considered Remus.
“Why you little-”
“Ah, there you are, Splash.” A posh accent commented from Remus’ other side. He turned to see the form of Narcissa Malfoy bending to pick up the black cat.
“Good work, Pettigrew.” She commented as Splash weaseled its way back out of Narcissa’s arms and took a few paces to the door. “Don’t let us keep you.”
Remus nodded at Narcissa, feeling off kilter at her cordial behaviour; he couldn’t imagine Peter ever making friends with the likes of her. He moved toward the door and as he walked, he realized that the cat had paused and was watching Remus before carrying on ahead.
Remus felt like he could finally take a deep breath once he stepped beyond the gated entrance of the manor. His peace didn’t last long when he realized the cat had paused again and was once again watching him.
“Seriously, what the hell do you want?” He muttered quietly.
The cat looked as though it rolled its eyes at him as he walked a few more feet ahead, turning back to Remus.
“Are you expecting me to follow you? I’m not as dumb as I look.” He commented again, though realizing too late that he may actually be as dumb as he looks, seeing as he was currently talking to a cat.
He heard a low growl emanate from the cat’s chest before it turned and walked away without turning back this time to confirm Remus was following it.
“It seems as though curiosity may kill the wolf today.” Remus muttered to himself as he begrudgingly followed the cat against every one of his instincts which were screaming at him to just get the fuck out of there.
The cat stopped in a densely wooded area and seemed to scan the are before turning back to Remus, who in turn stood and stared at the cat dumbly.
“I don’t see a pentagram anywhere, is this not where you plan to sacrifice me to the devil?” He asked as he too scanned the woods for potential threats.
“Salazar, you Gryffindor’s are bloody exhausting.” A voice rang through the woods. Remus whipped his head back towards the sound, and where the cat once stood was none other than Regulus Black.
“Holy fucking shit. You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Regulus rolled his eyes, “and so eloquent, as always.” He muttered.
“What the fuck are you doing here? You’re supposed to be dead.” Remus seethed.
“Disappointed, are you?”
Remus gritted his teeth. “Where’s Y/N?”
Regulus’ eyes softened considerably, though his posture remained stiff as he considered Remus.
“Safe. That is all you need to know.”
“Fuck that, Black. Where is she?”
Regulus sucked in a breath, appearing to attempt to steady himself at having to deal with the likes of Remus.
“The Dark Lord’s followers became aware that she was not as dead as they had previously assumed. We could not risk them searching for her.” Regulus admitted.
“How could they have known she wasn’t dead? The only person who could have reported that to them is Peter and he’s a little tied up right now.” Remus said darkly.
“My cousin’s little art project on her arm was done with a cursed blade – the dark magic left a trace on her. When Yaxley tried to claim that she had died while trying to escape from his hold instead of admitting he let her get away, Bellatrix was quick to prove him wrong.”
“What?” Remus asked in shock.
Regulus rolled his eyes. “Good gods, which of you imbeciles did that old man send?” He asked before casting a quick finite over Remus.
Remus felt the Polyjuice potion wash away from his form as he stretched out to his correct height.
“Aren’t you wolves supposed to have superhuman hearing?” He asked condescendingly.
“Fuck off.” Remus spat.
“Now, now. There is no need for such language, Lupin; we are on the same side, after all.”
“Like fuck we are. You’re a marked Death Eater, and you abducted Y/N.” He spat.
“I think it should be obvious by now that I have clearly defected here, Lupin.” Regulus responded.
“Why?”
This seemed to catch Regulus off guard. “Pardon?”
“Why defect?”
Remus watched as Regulus stared hard at him, when suddenly a filmy haze seemed to overtake Regulus’ grey eyes and his face grew hard.
“I hardly think that is relevant.”
The two men stared at each other sizing one another up.
Remus felt conflicted. He knew Sirius hated his family, but Sirius never really could bring himself to hate Regulus – he was only a child, just like Sirius was. Regulus was a victim too. They were each dealt a shitty hand, but the way they played their cards were different. Regulus chose the path of least resistance by adapting and adhering to his parent’s wishes. Sirius rebelled, pushed back, and decided to fold, leaving the game altogether.
Sirius wanted to hate Regulus; when he got his Dark Mark, and then again when he died. But he couldn’t bring himself to, because part of it felt like it was his fault; Regulus took the role that Sirius himself was born into – and in many ways, Sirius felt as though he forced his little brother into this. And in the end, it cost Regulus his life.
But Remus, looking at Regulus now; having faked his own death, defected from not only his family’s legacy but also the reign of the 'Lord' that he had sworn himself to, all whilst helping the other side; how different were the two brothers, really?
Twin Renegades.
“Sirius is beside himself.” Remus admitted quietly.
Regulus seemed pained by this admission.
“I wouldn’t have given her back yet if I knew it wasn’t safe.”
Remus’ heart stuttered. “Wait, you – you’re the one who brought her to Godric’s Hollow?”
He was responded with a single curt nod.
“But, but how? How did you know? The house is...”
“Y/N. She had described to me what she called ‘location seven’. I apparated her there.”
Remus balked. Each Order team had several secret locations they would be able to travel to in case anything went sideways during a mission. Remus wasn’t as familiar, seeing as he was the only Order member who could attend his particular missions, but he had heard his friends discussing it before. Even Lily and Sirius didn’t know the areas of James and your secret locations; they were for your safety, and your safety only.
“Location seven was the cottage in Godric’s Hollow?”
“No, it was the wooded area behind it. I could feel the familiar sense of a fidelius charm nearby, so I brought her as close to it as I could before I ran, we...” Regulus heaved a sigh, “we had fought our way out, we’d barely made it.”
“Where is she now?”
“She’s safe.”
“Regulus.”
“I’m sorry, Lupin. You may not believe me, but I am. I... I saved her because I could not watch the woman my brother loved die in front of me. I saved her for him, but the other’s discovered I had rescued her, and suddenly it became much bigger than him. I couldn’t just return her at the time.” Regulus admitted.
“The last time you saved her, she was hardly safe. How do we know she’s safe now?” Remus pleaded.
Regulus grimaced. “Again, the others had known I had rescued her last time. This time, they do not know she is here. They do not even know I am here.”
“How is she safer with you than she is at home with Sirius? With us?”
“You moved five members of the Order plus an infant with a bounty on its head into one house. If they had gone searching for Y/N and found you, it would have been devastating for the cause.” He explained. “Listen; you will escort the Dark Lord to the Potter’s cottage in two days. He plans to attend with you as Peter Pettigrew, alone; he will show up unknowingly out numbered. He goes nowhere without Nagini, and we will be able to destroy the last horcrux before finally ending the Dark Lord’s reign of tyranny. She will be home to you soon.”
“What about you?” Remus asked.
Regulus’ eyebrows furrowed. “What about me?”
“When this is over, what about you?”
Regulus looked Remus up and down. “I hardly think it matters.”
“Of course it does; of course you matter.”
Regulus’ eyes turned stormy. “Do not pretend to know anything about me, Lupin. I have never once mattered; not to my brother, hardly to my parents until I was the last one standing, never to Dumbledore, and rarely to the Dark Lord, lest my family’s money benefitted his cause.”
“You matter to Sirius.”
“Enough!” Regulus shouted, seeming to forget himself. Remus was sure he’d never even heard of Regulus having ever raised his voice before. “Do not fuck this up, Lupin. We have one chance to end this.”
And with a quick spin, Remus was left in the dense woods alone. He hadn’t noticed how late it was until now, the darkness seeping into his bones leaving him chilled in the late October evening.
It didn’t exactly go well, but it sure could have gone a lot worse.
He walked towards where Regulus had been standing and noticed a small piece of parchment laying in the wet leaves. He picked it up and unfolded it.
“Stay safe. 1, 2, 3. V.”
It could have gone a lot worse.
October 30th
Regulus sighed – he felt exhausted from the meeting with Remus Lupin yesterday. He hated raising his temper, it made him feel like Sirius; it made him feel like a Gryffindor.
Regulus’ cat form pushed past a vine covered gate and entered a grandiose stone outbuilding before shifting back to his human form.
“Can Kreacher get master a drink before Kreacher leaves?”
Regulus sighed. “You should not return until this is over, Kreacher. My brother is surely not happy with you.”
The house-elf scoffed. “Kreacher is not afraid of blood-traitors. Besides, Kreacher serves the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black; Kreacher belongs at Grimmauld Place.”
“Underestimate my brother, Kreacher, and it will be your head on the wall.” Regulus muttered.
“Now cousin, do try to keep your patience.” Narcissa said as she opened the door to her hidden library located in a small building behind the gardens of Malfoy Manor.
You sat on a Victorian style settee in Narcissa’s library with a babbling Draco on your knee as you cast colourful butterflies above him, causing the toddler to coo and clap.
“We’re in.” Regulus announced, causing your head to snap forward and Draco to make grabby hands at him. “This ends tomorrow.”
Continue to part seven here.
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𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon : The Orange Peel Test
✧˚ Ghost, Price , Soap , Phillip Graves , König
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While scrolling on social media, you stumbled upon videos of girls asking their partners to peel oranges for them as a relationship test. How their partners responded was an indicator of whether they had a healthy relationship.
You shook your head, grinning while scrolling. There was no way people were letting an orange test their relationship, it was interesting.
A hand came into view as he set a warm cup of freshly brewed tea before you.
Placing your phone down on the table, you looked up at him to see him give you a soft smile as you thanked him for the tea.
You brought the cup close to your lips, savoring the tea and a thought lingering in your head.
“You know…” You started, putting your teacup down.
“Hm?” He hummed in response and kept his back to you as he poured honey into his tea.
“I’m craving an orange…”
Ghost
“Yeah, and?”
Listens to you rave about how you crave the sweet and tart taste of an orange on your lips
Nods
“Okay, what do you want me to do about that?”
Cocks his head and raised an eyebrow when you give him a look
“I’m sorry love, but we don’t have any.”
Gets two bags of oranges delivered to the doorstep within an hour when you leave the kitchen sulking
Price
It seems a little strange to him but it wouldn’t be the first of your weird antics
Nods
“Sorry darlin’, we don’t have any”
It may seem like he doesn’t care but the next day when you open the fridge it’s filled with oranges
Soap
He lowkey wants oranges too
Pouts when he can’t find any
“Why don’t we have any?”
Complains that he bought a bag of them just last week
Both of you decide to raid your nearest supermarket in pajamas
Phillip Graves
Shrugs
“Well, don’t look at me like that doll”
Sips his coffee unbothered
Pretends to be annoyed as he sighs, zips up his jacket, and grabs his cap to run to the local supermarket
König
Tilts head in confusion
“You want an orange?”
Rummages through cabinets and fridge in search of the citrus fruit
Apologizes when the only thing he finds closest to it is a fruit cup
Without you asking, he opens it and feeds sliced pieces of fruit into your mouth
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charles or Arthur with a coquette gf? like she’s always dressed in the prettiest frills and the girliest beauty products?
₊ ⊹ ೀ RDR boys w/ an extremely feminine gf ౨ৎ
𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ it wasn’t much of a shock for all of the camp members to hear that Arthur Morgan was dating [name]. What was a shock, however, was the fact that he was still interested in love and its affairs despite his experience with past lovers.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ Arthur enjoys your femininity. Even if you were quite capable of doing things on your own, he’s quick to act on his feet and gently yet demandingly- take the task off your hands. He wouldn’t want his princess getting all dirty now would he? This statement can go with anything, whether it be cutting vegetables, cleaning the stables, etc
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ It makes him feel masculine- moreover the idea of saving a damsel in distress then it being demanding or infantilising, except.. you’re not in distress, and.. you don’t need saving from anything.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ Your gentle nature makes him swoon. Even if he may not seem like he’s head over heels, just know this man would quite literally crumble beneath you, had you touched him in a way that’d be considered comforting.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ He adored the way you dress. Pretty, frilly, lacy.. He can’t count how much pink-coloured dresses you’ve worn. When he first met you, he genuinely believed you were some kind of rich city girl with the pretty articles of clothing you always wore. Sometimes, he likes drawing you in your ribbon-tipped dresses and floral patterned tops.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ If you happen to use some of your makeup for anything, hes quietly admiring you. He was raised traditionally, so he’d ask.. why? Simply you’d reply, ‘I like how it looks on me.’ He’d be even more confused. You were always pretty, so.. why.. At this point, he needed to stop thinking. He just wanted to stare at you.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ Petnames he’d use for you would include: princess, sugar-plum, or doll. Elaborating for princess; because you look like a princess and you act like one, and for sugar plum- he’d think it’s a good fit since you were as sweet ‘n’ sugar-y as a plum! and for doll, simply because your facial structure reminds him of those porcelain dolls with those huge doe-y eyes.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ Okay, yeah. The lingering rumours of him and you dating becoming true was a bit of a shocker. The dynamic between you two was a major difference. Even despite through all of this, Charles simply took a liking for you because of your sweet nature and gentleness with animals.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ If you happen to be physically shorter than him, he’d simply smile. He likes the way you could fit in his arms like a teacup kitty. Your weight meant nothing to him, he’s a very- emphasis on very, strong man. Though however, hes a bit reluctant in affection at first, considering it was his first time having a girlfriend, but soon caves in mainly because of your beady eyes looking up at him, practically begging to be squished alive.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ When he first met you, he automatically thought of a baby puppy. Your appearance was too much alike of one, and he just needed to.. squish you. But alas, what made him even more attracted was your gentleness and sweetness as mentioned above.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ Even if your looks were over a 10, he would still prefer your personality. It was what drew him to you in the first place. The first time he saw you taking care of Jack- oh boy did something inside of him snap. Your way with children was just too loving and too much for his heart to handle.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ He doesn’t have much to comment about regarding your fashion style. He does think it’s cute though. He has taken quite a liking to the colour pink and ribbons when you entered in his life. If you happen to ask him for some help in regard to the strings of your pink corset needing to be tightened, he’s eager to help. His burly hands pull lightly yet firmly, since he’s a bit nervous in harming you. A gentle giant.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ Charles doesn’t really have a comment on your use of beauty products either. What he does know, is that you enjoy it, and if you’re happy? He’s happy. He takes in mind the firm amount of pink-coloured products you use, when you both go to the city he’s quietly at the sidelines buying those products and hoping it doesn’t differ from the ones you were using.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ Petnames he’d use would include: sweetheart, darling, pup. Sweetheart- because.. you literally have a sweet-heart and he thought it was very fitting. Darling was blurted out once from his mouth, and he saw how your beady eyes glimmered so he regularly started using the title darling. And finally, pup- it may seem lowkey cringe at first but pls hear me out. As mentioned before, when he thinks of you, he thinks of tiny puppies. Your eyes were alike of one, and you were as clingy as a baby pup too. So.. it was just mandatory to call you pup.
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— ↺ Lonely Nights
✎ levi x reader !
✦ summary ➠ erwin is a very busy man, he is the commander of the scouts after all. So when his girlfriend gets lonely, captain levi is there to provide company.
✦ warnings ➠ nsfw, cheating, swearing, slightly rude erwin
✦ note ➠ sorry, but I made erwin kinda rude! but I felt it had to be done for reader to cheat yk
— Erwin was once again held up in his office, doing his paper work for the evening. You knew he was the commander of the scouts regiment, but he’s also your boyfriend. You also knew that his position came with a great deal of responsibility, that he had to do these tasks in order to keep the scouts running smoothly. But you can’t help but wish for him to put off his duties some nights and just focus on you.
You softly knocked against the door that lead to Erwin’s office, you didn’t want to be too loud and disturb him. He must’ve known it was you because he allowed you to enter.
“Sorry to interrupt you, just wanted to check in.” You made your way across the room to the pair of chairs that sat in front of his desk for visitors to sit in.
“I still have lots to get done by tonight, planning a expedition comes with a great deal of paper work.” What he said wasn’t necessarily rude, it was the way he said it and his facial expression. He let it out with a sigh, which made him sound annoyed, and his face slightly scrunched up too.
“So another night spent in your office?” You moved from your spot in the chair and made your way behind him to softly place a hand on his shoulder. He brushed it off, and picked up his quill.
“I’m the commander, I will do what has to be done” He continued on as he was before, and as he has been for the last few nights in a row. “You may leave now.”
You sucked your lower lip in slightly, feeling a sudden flash of emotion overcome you. He’s been drifting more and more away from me, we spend no time just the two of us anymore. I just want to be with him, function how a normal couple would.
You held it in though, what else could you do? Whining like a child wouldn’t change anything, it might even make it worse. He already sounded annoyed enough with just your presence.
So you left, just like he told you to.
You planned on visiting captain Levi, a close friend of yours for awhile now. On nights like these, ones in which Erwin wasn’t there to provide you with any company, is when you would pay Levi these friendly visits.
You found yourself knocking on a door once again, this time being Levi’s. He said to come in, he guessed it was you.
“Good evening, Levi” You politely greeted the captain. “May I sit?” He nodded and let out a quiet hum. You sat in front his desk. You noticed that there was a tea pot already made.
“Back again, l/n?” He asked, moving to a glass cupboard and grabbing two teacups. He brought them to where you you two were sitting, placing one by you and saving the other for himself.
You blushed a little bit at the fact that he had caught on to you coming so frequently. He must be irritated with me being here you thought as you started to get up from the chair. “I’m sorry, I’ll leave.”
“I’ve already poured your tea, don’t let it go to waste.” He said sternly, motioning his finger to point at the said cup of tea.
“Right” You smiled, getting comfortable again. “I’m still sorry though, I’ve been visiting too often recently.”
“Why is that?” Levi questioned, something told you that he already had his suspicions. Fact was Levi did know, he just wanted to play dumb and hear you admit it. “Shouldn’t you be spending your spare time with your boyfriend? He must be lonely without you.”
“Well actually, Erwin has been quite busy. Being commander is a tough job.” You tried to explain, but his face didn’t change. He still had a blank stare.
“Even too busy to make time for you?” That sentence made you stiffen. “Aren’t you his girlfriend? Shouldn’t he prioritize you over all else?” You hadn’t noticed but Levi had gotten closer, he was now behind you and was leaning down so that he could whisper in your ear.
“I’d prioritize you” This was said in a husky tone right against the shell of your ear. “If I had you I’d make time for you, I’d push off work for you, I’d spend every night with you.”
Your breath got caught in your throat, he was just so close and his voice was so smooth and he smelt so good. fuck
In the mean time, while you were lost in your head, Levi started to press light kisses to your ear that travelled down your neck. This definitely brought you back to reality.
“Levi, I- I’m with Erwin” you whined, but didn’t make a effort to stop his actions. But really, how could you? When you’ve been so lonely, when you’ve been thinking about fucking Levi every time you have come to his office.
“Don’t be dumb, tell me something I don’t know, sweetheart.” That nickname. It was the same one you have heard Erwin call you countless times, but not lately. And now Levi was using it.
“He’s your commander, your fellow soldier, he’s your friend!” You tried to reason, it was more for your sake then his. He didn’t seem to care much about what you were saying.
“Now you’re just doing it on purpose, I know all these things and I don’t care” He places one last kiss to the base of your neck, where it joins with your shoulder. “I can’t stand to see someone as great as you be treated like shit by that bushy-eyebrowed dick.”
He was in your vision again, kneeling so he could be level with your height as you sat. “I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want, the choice is yours. You deserve better.”
You stared into his piercing eyes, you always admired those eyes of his, they were just to intense. It’s like they locked you in when you looked into them.
You closed your eyes and pushed forward, pressing your plump lips onto his own. You initiated the kiss, making it a tender one filled with passion, but Levi soon took control. He pressed firmer, making teeth clash slightly, making it a sloppy kiss now.
He’s had enough with just kissing, he wants more, he needs more. So he quickly picks you up, carrying you bridal style. “We’ll continue this in my room.”
Lucky for you his room was conjoined with his office, so it was just behind a door. He resumed the make out as he carried you to his bed. He dropped you on the bed, making you bounce once or twice.
“Undress, everything off.” He commands as he undresses himself.
You do as your told, taking all of your clothing off and flinging them across the room, not caring where it ended up.
“Tell me, when was the last time Erwin fucked you?” He kneeled at your feet on the bed, wrapping his hands around each of your ankles and starting to rub them soothingly, waiting for your answer.
“Uhm” You attempted to think, how long has it been? Maybe a week? Maybe two? You couldn’t remember, but it’s been too long for your liking. “Awhile.” Is all you say.
“Thought as much.” With his hands around your ankles, he spread them far apart. “I guess I’ll have to break you in first before making you take my cock.”
He lays flat on his stomach between your now open legs, inching closer to your most intimate area. So close that you could feel his breath fanning against your skin.
“I’m going to eat this pussy, better than Erwin ever could.” Was all he said before he went down on you. Oh, and was he ever better than Erwin. His tongue was so skilled, he knew just the right pressure to apply to just the right spots.
Your hand slinked into his hair, gripping onto it to try to ground yourself. You couldn’t help but moan when he sucked hard on your clit. He focused on it for a bit; sucking, pushing, and flicking it until he was satisfied with his job. He then moved on to your hole, pushing the tip of his tongue in and out of it.
Your moans became louder and louder the longer he ate you out. And your grasp in his dark locks grew tighter.
“Levi! I..” You couldn’t finish your statement to warn him of what was to come. Your orgasm washed over you, making you a limp and panting mess.
“Think you’re ready now?” He was teasing you like he didn’t just make you cum. But you nodded anyways, because you couldn’t wait any longer, you needed Levi now.
He pulled you down the bed towards him, and you instinctively placed your legs around his waist and pulled him snug against yourself.
“Your going to forget all about your stupid boyfriend after I’m done with you.” He entered you with one big thrust, making all the air in your lungs disappear.
You hands desperately try to find something to hold onto, choosing Levi’s back. Your nails dig deep into his skin, slowly scratching down his spine while leaving red marks.
He starts a steady pace, relishing in the feeling of each others bodies. “Fuck, can’t believe someone would ignore this pretty pussy, leave her so lonely.”
The speed of his thrusts start to quicken, becoming more earnest. “I’d fuck this pussy everyday if I had the chance. Can I? Can I fuck it anytime I want?”
“MHM!” No words, you can’t form any from how good he’s making you feel.
Levi says no more, shifting his focus to the rhythm of his thrusts rather than talking. He goes down to bring you into a sloppy kiss, resulting in him pressing further into you. Both of you were nearing the end.
He let his head fall into your neck, he wanted to feel closer to you even though he was already inside of you.
“That bastard doesn’t deserve you.” He grunts out one last thing before he’s spilling into you. Which makes you come undone right after.
He pulls out and lays beside you, enclosing his arms around you and laying a kiss on your flushed cheek. “Stay here tonight, I’m sure that idiot won’t notice.”
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『monday misery』 — yuji
— pairing: yuji x reader
— genre: college/university au, slight crack
— wc: 1.7k
— rated: sfw
— notes: when inspiration strikes you gotta follow it ya know. this cracked me up more than it probably should have
prompt: I don't know why you've got a ferret on a leash but at least I've stopped crying on public transportation to watch that lil guy go
The tears are still damp on your cheeks, another set budding and ready to go, when you see it. Something small, something wriggly, something wormy.
Something that has absolutely no business being on the 8AM train into the city central.
Just moments ago it felt like the world could come to a crumbling end around you, and you’d embrace it all while sitting there and doing nothing but emptying your tear ducts of every single drop of moisture they could spare. You literally could not imagine a single event that would have stopped your exhaustion and assignment deadline-fueled weeping. You wouldn’t have been surprised if you just kept on crying, forever. The future was bleak and not set to look up anytime soon with an 8.30AM lecture looming on the horizon.
But this… this is a variable you never could have predicted.
The sheer lunacy of it has stopped your tears in their tracks, and now you’re watching the poor guy sitting across from you like he’s an animal in a zoo. He has noticed, and it has made him sweat. A large hand comes to scratch the back of his neck, fingers ruffling the two-toned hair. The cherry-blossom mop atop his head really only adds to the comedy of what you’re witnessing.
Something is worming around under this man’s clothes. Which, you have to admit, does sound like a poor excuse to be drilling holes into him right now with your eyes – but that’s not it! You saw something poke out earlier. Something furry, with beady eyes and such rapid twitching head movements you’d swear the thing was on crack.
It’s a fucking ferret.
The worst part is, no one else around you has even noticed! Or maybe they don’t care. Truthfully, they seem to be giving this guy a wide berth— and you for that matter, being across from him and all that. Or maybe it was the silent weeping and looking out the window like you’re in your own early 2000s music video. There’s no way to know.
To his credit, cherry guy looks embarrassed. Good. You don’t want him thinking it’s anything normal to tote around a ferret in the quiet carriage, like some noodle-shaped teacup dog. The only way he could get away with it is if he at least had one of those exorbitant handbags he was keeping it in. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like any vessel on this green earth, luxury or otherwise, could keep this tiny demon contained.
Your eyes burn in the aftermath of your sleep deprivation and crying spell as you watch the man try and push the ferret’s head back into hiding, and the little mongrel, without even a split-second of hesitation, chomps down on the closest finger. Cherry guy whimpers, eyes slipping closed in something akin to defeat and resignation.
At this point you’re beginning to feel that he didn’t bring the ferret, but instead the ferret brought him.
A few minutes is what it takes for cherry guy to gather the strewn shreds of his pride. When he opens his eyes next, their chocolate hues meet your own. He leans forward a little, as much as he can without the hell noodle slipping loose from his cotton prison, and whispers ever so softly across the space.
“His name is Mahito.”
You frown, and can physically feel your eyebrows scrunching together like it was a crime they had ever been apart. “What, like the drink?”
Apparently you hadn’t asked that as quietly as you’d thought, because you get shushed by someone three seats down right after. Wait– three seats? There’s no way they’ve all moved even further away.
Cherry guy looks like he is seriously contemplating the question, and you wonder if the ferret is even his or just some poor animal he snatched off the streets. “… No. Probably… not.”
You stare at him, sniffling. Your face is almost entirely dry now, skin feeling tight instead of damp. “Uh-huh.”
Steadily, the man’s face begins to flush as mortification warms his sun-kissed skin. Silence beats painfully on between you. Eventually, you break it.
“So, uh. You do this often? Carry around a ferret in your shirt?”
The flush spreads to cherry guy’s ears. “Um, no. That would be weird.”
You incline your head, lips pressed firmly together so you don’t let a laugh slip and make him feel worse. “Indeed.”
“He’s not mine,” he blurts suddenly, and like the ferret has a flourishing vocabulary and outstanding comprehension of the human language, he rips out of the bottom of cherry guy’s shirt and sinks his teeth into the flesh between his thumb and forefinger in retribution. You wince, and the poor man has to cram his fist to his mouth at the speed of light to muffle the slew of profanity that begins to escape.
A few moments full of deep, meditative breathing later, he lowers his fist and scowls at the ferret that is only now removing his jaw from the tender flesh of his hand. He hisses lowly, shaking out his hand. “You little rat bastard. Just you wait till we get home and Sukuna finds out you snuck into my backpack again. You’re gonna get sent to macaroni prison for sure.”
You raise your brows. Ah, so that’s what must have happened. That actually explains a lot. You can’t help your smile now.
“What a darling little angel.”
Cherry guy’s head snaps up to shoot you an incredulous– nay, borderline affronted look. “He’s awful, truly. Actual hellspawn. I have to buy a new gaming headset every other week because the little monster chews through the cords so often. I tried keeping my door locked while I was out but the little bastard just turns his body to liquid or something and worms his way under.”
A strangled sound escapes you when you barely manage to lock down your laugh in time. Cherry guy continues, apparently needing to vent about the foot-long menace more than he’d anticipated.
“My brother actually already replaced his door with one that doesn’t have a big gap at the bottom, but he keeps refusing to do it for mine every time I ask because he thinks it’s funny that his little agent of rat chaos eats through half my stuff on the daily.” He huffs, glaring at the wriggling noodle that he has now trapped in his hold. An older woman gives a very strongly disapproving look from four seats down before returning to her killer sudoku. “I have not known peace since he has entered the house.”
You wince, feeling a little sympathetic. “Damn. How long has your brother had him?”
You expect it to be an awful long time, based on how burdened this man seems to be by the mere existence of this ferret. His answer makes you physically bite down your reaction, your entire body tensing from the effort.
“Uh, a month or two.”
Yikes. You’re scared to think of what the rodent might do once he’s actually settled in.
Silence settles between the two of you once more, broken the chime of the conductor’s voice echoing over the speakers as you come one stop closer to the city. A few people disembark, including the lady that gave the stink eye earlier. She does it again as she steps off, and cherry guy shrinks into his seat. The doors close, and once more silence falls, though more comfortable than the first time.
A while later, the man shifts, a complete contradiction to the tornado of movement that the creature in his hand is doing. The noises escaping the little thing are hard to ignore, and even harder to keep a straight face at.
“What, uh… what were you crying about?”
You blink at him as your gaze returns from the window. You’d actually forgotten you were crying earlier, which is pretty funny considering at the time you were acting like the world was about to end for a solid fifteen minutes at least.
“Oh,” you say. It’s your turn to flush a bit in embarrassment. “Uni assignment, due today. There was a spillage and, um, that doesn’t tend to bode well for artwork on paper.”
Cherry guy winces. “My condolences.”
You nod, allowing a moment of silence for the work of art your assignment could have been, before speaking again. “Thanks… and, well, that’s one good deed your little hellspawn has done. Seeing him wriggling around under there like he was about to burst from your chest definitely distracted me from my existential crisis.”
Cherry guy hums, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Okay. I guess I’ll put in a good word for him when we get home.”
You smile, whatever you were about to say next interrupted by the chime of the conductor announcing your next stop to be the destination you need to get to campus. Out of habit, you gather your things and stand, before pausing and turning your gaze to the pink-haired man still seated and wrangling a chaos being with the viscosity of YouTube slime. After having another look at him, it’s clear he’s a fellow university student. You’re guessing he was on his way to his classes when he discovered the stowaway in his bag. No doubt he now has to head back home and drop the ferret off before doubling back for his own classes.
You have a lecture at 8.30AM, but to be honest… you don’t want to spend the rest of the day miserable and mourning your assignment from the get-go. Talking with this random guy about his ratchet ferret has completely cancelled out your earlier feelings of angst, and it’s… nice. You kind of want to return the favour and help distract him from his misery.
The doors begin to shut, and the pink-haired man looks up in alarm as he notices you’re still here. “Wait, won’t you–“
“Yeah,” you say, swivelling on the spot and plopping down right next to him. You turn your head with a smile. “But that’s okay. Gotta look after my mental health and all, you know?”
He blinks at you for a second, before a warm smile breaks onto his face. He’s handsome, you notice from this close up. Almost painfully so.
“Yuji,” he says, by way of introduction. You return with your own name, and he beams wider. “Wanna hear about the time Mahito got into a fight with my brother’s other ferret Jogo?”
“Absolutely.”
#jjk x reader#yuji itadori#yuji itadori x reader#yuji x reader#itadori x reader#requests are open!#feel free to request something silly like this or something else#I wanna let myself love writing again#jujutsu kaisen x reader#yuji itadori x you#itadori x you#sfw
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Ghost
Note: Zhongli narrates this POV italics are his initial thoughts, normal fonts are just him narrating less important details. Bold-Italicized lines are Y/n’s line calling for Zhongli
Genre: angst
Character: Zhongli x Reader
Zhongli’s POV
9:05
(Years:Months:Days:Hours:Minutes: Seconds)
(00:00:00:08:03:48) (time countdown with reader’s clock)
Time feels so fast today, and the day felt short even when the sun has just risen in the land of Liyue… It feels weird, why does it feel like the clock is weighing so much on me? It’s as if something is chasing me, it’s like I know what it is but could not put my finger on it. Could this unpleasant feeling be an omen(?)… Something terrible might happen during this year’s festival, I should order Xiao to double stroll around Liyue and ask the traveler to do so to keep in check groups of hilichurls roaming around. Keeping the peace and letting everyone be at ease is the utmost priority.
“How are you liking the newly brewed tea of the day, Master Zhongli?” - Fan Er’ye, the owner of Heyu tea house came up to me with his usual smile.
“As always coming in for tea as I watch the people of Liyue walk around, feels nice,” I said as I took another sip from the tea.
“I see that it has come to your liking, as you have requested one of the staff, here’s the chamomile and green tea leaves I picked from my homegrown garden...” Fan Er’ye reached his hand out to me, giving me two jars of tea leaves I requested to give Y/n when I go back to the hill.
“Many thanks, Fan Er’ye.” Bowing his head, he walked away from my table.
<don’t know if will use>
As I proceed to watch the busy people preparing for the festival, the familiar light vibrations of the ground whispered at me “Zhongli, my love, I wish you would come home early today...”
My grip on the teacup tightens a little. They used it again. The secret way to call for me. It’s not that I don’t like it, but I wish they would just use it for emergencies, and not order me to come home, especially after the discussion we had last night… So I’ll just ignore it. I am planning to go back to the hill after I finish this tea to give them the leaves anyway.
13:35
(00:00:00:03:25:00)
Damn. I did not expect the time to go by just like that after I dropped by Wangsheng Funeral Parlor to have a few chats with the locals who had visited and ask Director Hu about lighting lanterns from their passed-away families and friends at the Border in Wuwang Hill to wish them a new year at the afterlife.
“Our good consultant, your job here’s finished. I thank you for dropping by the Parlor even when today’s our no-work day.” Director Hu thanked me while she tried to bid goodbyes to the people who entered the Border.
“In which case, I’ll go back to the hill and give Y/n these leaves.”
“Oh. You haven’t gone home yet?” Director Hu questioned with concerned eyes. This is my first time seeing her concerned eyes over something that I wasn’t sure of.
“But, Y/n– oh, I don’t think I’m allowed to say that, it feels like she’s–.”
“Say what?” I asked, feeling a little uneasy with how Director Hu was about to tell me something that seems to be important slightly bothers me.
“Hm. Nothing? Ahehe. I just don’t think that you’ll mind it though, it would be pointless if I ramble about it..” She nervously smiled with her eyes wavering with something like ‘guilt’ written on them, but I couldn’t be bothered if Hu Tao says it is ‘nothing’
“Okay? Well, I guess if it’s not something important then it is time for me to be on my way.”
…
Arriving at Liyue’s teleport waypoint, I saw a familiar silhouette walking from the distance… Seeing them walking around Liyue, feels like I was back in the past when I saw them at Ningguang’s parade across Liyue back to the Jade Chamber’s Palace– It would be nice to follow them, but I know it’s going to be awkward. I still don’t feel like facing them after last night’s fight, but I’ll be back on the hill in a few minutes, so maybe I’ll just meet them there.
15:00
(00:00:00:01:59:00)
“My Morax, come home. I’m tired.” Again, with the unnecessary calls. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. ‘If this is going to spark a new discussion which I wouldn’t like, I’m not coming to the hill earlier.’ I whispered in my mind.
“Zhongli-daren…” Xiao’s voice beside me made me look in his direction.
“How has it been? Are you through combing the lands of Liyue safe from danger?” I asked, curious at the little box he was holding, this looks like the one Y/n has been keeping in their room for quite some time now.
“It is indeed safe from the dangers that may occur on tonight’s celebration, Zhongli-daren.”
“I see. Good work, Xiao.”
“Y/n– I lit up a lantern with Y/n a few minutes ago.” He started, which made my brow raise “They lit it up at the back of your shared home.”
“This early? With the sun still actively rolling across the land?” Xiao nodded,
“Yes. They told me they wanted to light it up for me first this year.” I hummed
“Did they say they will attend the festival? Are they coming down from the hill?” I asked, curious if we’ll watch the lanterns on the streets of Liyue with everyone like in the past years. I might just apologize later, I hope they said they’ll come…
“They did not mention.” Oh.
“Hm. I see. Well, good work with ensuring Liyue’s safety.” As Xiao and I part ways, I tried to shrug off the weird feeling I felt when Xiao did not add more any answers Y/n should’ve provided like they always do.
16:55
(00:00:00:00:05:10)
The whole of Liyue gathered as soon as the sun set, the lighted lanterns illuminated the whole Liyue harbor, the fleeting noise created from exchanging conversations and the waves of laughter radiated visible excitement and joy among the attendees of the Lantern Rite Festival echoed through the whole city. Everyone expresses their thrill in welcoming the new year, but here I am turning my head 360 degrees, eyes searching for someone in the crowd hoping that Y/n will arrive later than the past year– *throb throb*
Oh, wait, I’m feeling it again, a sudden pain in my chest…
A feeling which never left me since I parted with Y/n last night. I am sure that what bothers me is related to them, but just like any other day they’ll be able to understand me like usual, and we can just go on with our days. They know how to make everything fine. Yes, that’s just how they are. So when I get to them I’ll just make them tea and start our New Year ‘right’ this time.
16:59
(00:00:00:00:00:30)
A few minutes had passed, and here I was finding the path back to the hill. I don’t even know why I am doing this, but I was running as soon as I felt the ground shake differently from what I am used to, the air smelled so sad giving me a heavy feeling when I breathed in the air as it makes my heart pound in a light but painful way.
The festival started, and loud booms surrounded the area, the colorful light lit the sky as its reflection bounced on the ground lighting my path back to the hill. Somehow, the anxiety I am feeling right now must be the guilt of not apologizing sooner to Y/n as my mind went clear watching the fireworks up in the sky. I recalled Y/n’s smile while watching the lanterns every year, maybe I have been feeling this bothered earlier because, maybe I just do miss her so much, and did not mean to do that last night like how I always regret fighting with her every single time in the last 10 years.
I admit, I am always in the wrong but my pride doesn’t allow me to come to apologize first which–
“Y/n?” I called once I reach the house.
“Y/n? Where are you?” I entered the house and put the bag from the teahouse on the living room table. “I have tea leaves. Let’s brew some.” I voiced out through the hallway of the house. Opening the doors I can see, only to find no traces of them inside. She could be in the back garden, admiring the lights from the city.
“Y/n…” Oh, I am right.
I called standing still from where I am, expecting them to stand up and welcome me with a smile, yet there was no movement. “Y/n?” I called them a little louder, they might not hear me since the sounds of the fireworks and the voices of the people can be heard from this hill.
“Y/n?” yet there’s no response.
*throb* My chest started to hurt again.
“Y/n? I know I– okay, I am back?” nope, they’re staying still as if like stone.
I watched their back for a few seconds and realized their shoulders– were not moving… not… moving. I walked slowly not to startle them– they must be asleep, right?
*throb* I could feel my heart sink as I got closer and closer until I was standing an inch closer to them…
“Hey? What’s up?” I voiced as softly as I could, “What’s wrong, Y/n?” I re-asked.
Yet no answers… I froze as the cold wind hit my face, feeling the ground as if it was too soft rather than solid and it made my knees weak…
I feel like sinking…
“H--hey? Y/n, stop this.” I walked on my knees, closing what made little of our distance,
And there I saw the lights reflecting on their unblinking eyes… unblinking lifeless eyes…
(SN):
Zhongli pulled Y/n from the bench and lightly placed them in between his embrace, carefully tapping their face as he repeated the words,
“Y/n, please. Don’t do this… I’m back, I’m sorry I’m late… Please, don’t do this…”
Zhongli’s POV
My hands became busy, trying to check on their body if they were harmed or anything, yet there were no signs of being harmed but they were not waking up!
“Y/n wake-up, please. I beg you, please… I apologize…” I hugged their body, forcing their arm to hug me back but it just fell on the ground creating a soft thud…
“No… No, please no…” I can feel the time stopping as soon as a tear escapes my eye, realizing that they’re– no there’s something I can do… I am an archon, I must– shit… I don’t know what to do!
Could this be what was weighing on me since I left the house after the argument we had last night? I don’t understand, I know that I said that the time feels like it stopped, but this– what happened just came in unannounced, it never gave me an idea that this could happen– I never thought that this could happen– now, I–
“Y/n, please? Tell me this isn’t true…” I whispered in their ear, hoping that they’d whisper back at me, “Come on baby, wake up…”
I– feel hurt, no– what was that again, something that I haven’t felt for a long time? Ah, Grief…
Memories of the past during the Great Archon War
“Y/n– Zhongli-daren!”
“Y/n!”
“What happ– oh archons!”
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Again, hope you enjoyed it and see you on the next post!
This one is for those who haven't seen Part 1
Sorry, this took longer to upload. Short story time, so I was busy with work lately and did not know that Zhongli's banner was on the week of my birthday, I only get to log in on the exact day of my birthday which left me 4 days to wish for him, and he did not come home to me! I'm so mad, that's why the next part titled "Regrets" will be his suffering just cause I want him to suffer for hurting Y/n and for not coming home to my party. Kidding aside, I hope that you liked this one, I really tried my best to keep it subtle and not let everything spill before the next part.
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A New Friend
Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader
Summary: You made a new friend, and you were so excited about it! But for some reason, your boyfriends don't approve of her (other than the four Harbingers), you beg for your boyfriends to give her a chance, but that ends up being your biggest mistake.
Note: So, this fanfic does have triggering content, and I highly recommend skipping out on this fanfic if angst isn't typically your cup of tea or if it triggers some bad memories for you. I apologize in advance if I end up using your name; I tried looking up German names and Emma happened to have popped up and I stuck with the name Emma for this fanfic (if your name is Emma, definitely change the new friend's name out with something else 🥲). To be honest, I (myself as the author of this fanfic) don't really consider this fanfic to be much of an angsty story, but there is triggering content. Definitely skip it out if any of these topics make you feel uncomfortable. To all of my new or returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it's me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).
Warnings: Reader's new friend is a pick-me girl, nonconsensual touching, forced groping, physical assault, mentions of a breakup, blood, broken legs, injuries, violence in general.
Word Count: 10.6k
“Guys, guys, guys!” You burst into the abode, barreling towards your boyfriends, who were sitting on the couch in the living area while conversing with one another. Their conversation came to a halt when you flung yourself into Gorou’s arms with a big smile on your face. Dainsleif and Baizhu had to quickly steady both you and Gorou, or else the two of you would’ve toppled over to the floor.
“Oh, you’re in a good mood!” Dainsleif commented, reaching down to pinch your cheeks with a small smile on his face.
Baizhu smiles down at you while ruffling your hair playfully, “What’s got you in a good mood, huh?”
“I made a friend today….” You said softly against Gorou’s chest before burying your face into Gorou’s chest while giggling softly, tightening your grasp around Gorou’s waist.
“Can you repeat that for the others, sweetheart? I don’t think the others heard what you said.” Gorou smiles, tilting your face up to meet his gaze before cupping your face with both of his hands.
Childe frowns, “Why are you so cuddly with Gorou over there when you can be cuddly with me instead!” He crosses his arms over his chest with a sharp exhale, tapping his biceps with his index finger.
“Oh, relax, Childe! You tall men get [Y/N]’s attention all the time! It’s time for us short men to get [Y/N]’s love and attention as well!” Venti says, walking over to where you and Gorou stood. You released Gorou before clinging to Venti with a smile on your face.
Diluc clears his throat, “Care to repeat what you said to Gorou? Your voice was muffled against his chest when you answered Baizhu’s question.” Diluc says, looking at you curiously. You blinked at Diluc before pulling away from Venti, who pouted when you slowly let go of him. If only you continued to hold onto him for a little bit longer!
“I made a friend!” You said, bouncing on the balls of your feet, a big smile appearing on your face.
Xiao looks at you, baffled, “You made a friend?” He asks, gazing at you with wide eyes.
“Why is it hard to believe?!” You whined softly, walking over to Xiao before latching yourself to his side with a dramatic frown on your face. “Am I unlikeable or something?!” You ask, looking over at your boyfriends with puppy dog eyes.
“No, no, dearest! You’re a delightful person!” Zhongli says, patting the top of your head while sipping on his tea. “I believe that Xiao is surprised because you don’t seem to be the type to seek out friendships from strangers. You would rather have people approach you than you approach them.” Zhongli added, leaning over to place his teacup on the wooden table in the living room.
“What’s the name of your new friend?” Kaeya asks, uncrossing his legs before leaning forward in his seat, gazing at your curiously.
You replied, “Her name is Emma! I met her while I was in Mondstadt, and she seems like a really sweet person!”
“Oh? You made a female friend?” Thoma asks, his eyes widening in shock.
You frowned, “Hey! Why did you seem so shocked when I said her name? Do you want me to have male friends instead?” You crossed your arms before looking away from Thoma with a sigh.
“I would much rather have you be friends with women than men because what if your male friends end up developing feelings for you and try to steal you away from us?” Ayato asks, leaning in his seat next to Thoma.
“But have you thought about how women can also fall for [Y/N] too?” Aether asks, leaning on the cushion on his lap while brushing the ends of his blond braid.
Heizou hums to himself while stroking his chin, “You know, I have seen some women ogle [Y/N] while we were in Inazuma the other day! But who can blame them?”
You felt your face turn hot at Heizou’s comment. There are women who ogle you? Since when did that ever happen? Then again, you don’t really pay attention to your surroundings as much, and you can be pretty oblivious at times. Especially when people are trying to flirt with you; unless those people are your boyfriends, then they’ll make it known that they’re flirting with you. Even the shyest and the quietest men in the harem make it evident that they are trying to flirt with you.
“Great, first we have to fight the men that aren’t involved with [Y/N], and now it’s the women that we have to fight with?” Scaramouche rolls his eyes.
“Hey! As long as it’s not Kujou Tengu that’s flirting with [Y/N], then I’m good. If I see her getting a little bit too close and personal with my onikabuto booboo bear, then I will not hesitate to fight her!” Itto exclaims, clenching his fist in front of him dramatically.
“I see where you’re coming from, Itto,” Kazuha says, twirling a pen in his hands before placing his small notepad on the table beside him.
“Did this Emma girl approach you first, or did you approach her first?” Albedo asks, looking at you curiously.
“Oh! She approached me first, saying something about how she liked my aura?” You said with a questioning tone, your eyebrows furrowing with confusion while tilting your head to the side. You have no idea what Emma meant by that, but it sounded like a good thing to you! Right?
Ayato lets out a breathy laugh, “Well, this Emma girl sounds like an interesting person.” He crosses his right leg over his left leg before taking a sip of his milk tea.
“I have no idea what Emma meant when she mentioned your aura.” Aether grumbles, scratching the back of his head with his eyes narrowed.
You shrugged your shoulders, “Neither do I, but I went along with it anyway.” You said, walking over to the love seat before plopping down on it. “But either way, I made a new friend, and I’m pretty happy about it!” You chirped, resting your head on the floral cushion.
“When are we going to be meeting this new friend of yours?” Dainsleif asks, moving your legs from the couch before pulling you onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his shoulders before burying your face into the nook of his neck.
“Mmmm, I don’t really know!” You said, resting your head on his shoulders before looking over at your other boyfriends, who are now demanding for you to get into their arms and give them some affection as well. “As much as I’m happy about having a new friend, something feels a bit off.” You said, tapping on your chin.
Diluc gives you a questioning look, “Oh? You seemed so excited about making a new friend. Why are you suddenly doubting your newly formed friendship with Emma?” Diluc asks.
“It’s not that I’m doubting my newly formed friendship with Emma, ‘Luc.” You shake your head. “What I find odd is that she knew about my relationships, and I didn’t even mention any of you to her at all.” You said. When Emma had first approached you, she was pretty chipper and friendly to you. When she brought up your relationship with your boyfriends, you were a bit weirded out because how could she know about your relationships before even knowing other information about you? It was a little bit unsettling, but you brushed it off to the side as if it was nothing and continued to talk to her as if that didn’t happen at all.
“I mean, Emma did say something about liking your aura. She’s probably an astrologist like Mona.” Aether commented, shrugging his shoulders.
“But Emma didn’t have a vision, nor does she talk like she knew anything about astrology. She only mentioned my aura and then my relationships.” You reply.
Childe makes a noise, “Do astrologers need a vision to have the title or job as an astrologist? Quite frankly, I think astrology is nothing but a load of boar shit.” Childe snorts, the corners of his lips quirking up. Aether reaches over to Childe and whacks him upside of his head, causing the ginger-haired male to scowl and glare over at the blond.
“Maybe you need to get to know her more. After all, the two of you just started becoming friends. You two still don’t know much about each other.” Baizhu says, giving your shoulders a comforting pat and squeeze.
“Uh, I think Emma knows more about [Y/N] than what [Y/N] knows about Emma.” Venti pipes up.
You shook your head, “You know what? I should just be happy that I made a new friend! Plus, I want to get to know her more before I can introduce my new friend to my boyfriends!” You smile widely when you feel Dainsleif rub your head affectionately, causing you to snuggle up against him even more.
The next few days went by fast, and you were out of the abode more often to hang out with your new friend, Emma. Every time you would come back to the estate, you would talk about how great Emma was and how she was a lovely person! That gave the men hope that you’ll have a lifelong friend while residing in Teyvat, someone that would keep you company while they were out doing their duties in Liyue, Mondstadt, and Inazuma. Sometimes while you’re out with Emma, the men would set a meet-up location after your hang out with Emma. One day, while walking to the site where you and your boyfriends have planned to meet up after your little hang-out with Emma, Emma appeared out of nowhere.
“Oh! So these are your boyfriends!” Emma says, walking around the men in a big circle while inspecting them from head to toe. “Well, [Y/N]! You have quite the diverse taste in men, might I say.” Emma chuckles, shaking her head with a smile.
“Who might you be?” Xiao asks, raising his eyebrows at the brunette.
“Well, Xiao, my name’s Emma! I’m [Y/N]’s best friend!” Emma says, throwing her arms around your shoulders with a big smile on her face.
“Uh, how do you know his name?” Itto asks, looking at Emma with wide eyes. Emma shrugs her shoulders innocently before pulling away from the hug.
Emma brushes her hair off her shoulders, “I know every single one of your names. [Y/N] talks about all of you with every chance they get.” She playfully rolls her eyes before smacking your biceps. You jumped at the sudden contact and looked over at Emma with wide eyes, then back at your boyfriends, who seemed to be just as surprised as you were.
“My, my, [Y/N]. I didn’t think we’d be meeting your new friend so soon.” Kaeya says, looking at Emma owlishly before glancing over at you, his eyebrow raised slightly. Oh no, it seems like Kaeya doesn’t really approve of Emma. And by the looks on the other men’s faces, it seems like they didn’t really approve of her either, even though they were happy that you made a new friend. You laughed nervously before grabbing onto Emma’s wrist, pulling her over to where you stood.
“Emma, I didn’t know that you were following me to where I was going.” You said.
Emma shrugs her shoulders, “I was curious as to where you would disappear off to after our little hang out! Now I know where you run off to.” She chuckles to herself while shaking her head. The sound of her chuckle almost sounded bitter and condescending. “Oh, [Y/N], you little slut.” She laughs softly.
You looked at her in confusion, slowly glancing over at your boyfriends. “Uh….” You let out an awkward laugh, unsure of how to react to her comment.
“I’m joking, I’m joking!” Emma snorts, elbowing you in the gut with a lighthearted laugh. “I mean, if you want to date more than one man, then it’s all up to you! Not everyone is adventurous like yourself!” She says, looking over at you with a closed-eye smile.
Thoma crossed his arms over his stomach, “Listen, Emma, even though you’re [Y/N]’s friend, that doesn’t give you the green pass to call them names and make unnecessary comments.”
Emma rolls her eyes dramatically with an exasperated sigh, “Oh, come on! It was just a lighthearted joke made by a friend! It’s not like I’m some stranger with bad intentions!”
Heizou leans over to Aether before whispering into his ears, “I have doubts about that.”
“Right, [Y/N]?” Emma turns to you.
You blinked at Emma blankly, “Right about what?” You ask.
Emma rolls her eyes before turning to look at your boyfriends with a sweet smile, “[Y/N] and I have been friends for less than a month! We still need to get to know each other more, that’s all! I’m sure once [Y/N] and I are used to each other’s personalities and humor, we’ll be even closer with one another!” She loops her arm around yours.
“I mean, Emma’s not wrong. When you make new friends, you have to adjust to new things about that person, and they’ll have to get used to new things about you.” You said, scratching your neck. “I think.” You muttered under your breath.
“See! [Y/N] gets it! Plus, none of you have ever had a female friend before. We always joke with each other like this when we’re with our friends!” Emma chirps, bouncing on her feet happily. Seeing the way how Emma interacted with your boyfriends and how they interacted with Emma made you feel strange. It wasn’t like you were jealous; something just felt weird to you. You can kind of sense that some of your boyfriends did not like Emma while others were reluctant about Emma but have decided not to make a comment about it. Even though the first impression between Emma and your boyfriends started off rocky, you really hoped that they’d get along with each other, especially when you’ll be hanging around with Emma more often.
That night, you cling to one of your boyfriends (Baizhu) while begging the others to try to get along with Emma and to give her a chance. How are you going to be able to hang out with your new friend if your boyfriend didn’t like her and if she didn’t like the fact that you were dating more than one man?
“Please try to get along with Emma! She’s my first non-vision-wielding friend in Teyvat!” You said, clinging tightly onto Baizhu.
“Why should we get along with someone like Emma? She called you a slut just for dating more than one person.” Scaramouche rolls his eyes, helping Thoma put the washed and dried dishes away. You opened your mouth to retort, but you ended up closing your mouth while continuing to hold onto Baizhu. Scaramouche wasn’t wrong about that. Why did Emma call you a slut so quickly without a second thought? Even though having multiple boyfriends isn’t as common, it still shouldn’t be one of the reasons for her to get physical with you. She did elbow you in the gut “lightheartedly,” but it was like she did it on purpose without a reasonable explanation.
Gorou lets out a nervous laugh, “I don’t know [Y/N]. I have a bad feeling about Emma.” He scratches his ears anxiously.
“Yeah, she seems to be the envious type of person. You wouldn’t want to have haters in your life pretending to be your friend.” Itto says, throwing his arms around your shoulders after getting you to unlatch yourself from Baizhu.
“But….” You trailed off, unsure of what else to say.
“How about this, we’ll be nice to Emma, but we don’t want you to be around her too much. She doesn’t seem to be the best influence.” Kazhua says, stroking your hair with a small smile on his face.
“But how would you guys know that she doesn’t seem to be the best influence when you guys met her only once?” You ask, looking at Kazuha quizzically.
Albedo sighs, “Trust us. You wouldn’t want to be around someone like her. Even though we don’t know much about her, the things she has said to you and how she treated you so far says a lot already.”
“Oh? The little one made a new friend?” Pierro asks, strolling into the kitchen with the other harbingers following after him. “And it seems like you all don’t like [Y/N]’s little friend, mora for your thoughts?” Pierro crossed his arms over his chest while standing in front of you and the seventeen men.
Dottore chuckles to himself while shaking his head, “Oh, Pierro. Isn’t it obvious already? These childish men are just worried that [Y/N]’s little friend will snatch [Y/N] away from them.”
Pantalone lets out an amused huff of breath, “How childish of you seventeen to forbade [Y/N] from having a new friend just because it means that [Y/N] will be spending time away from the abode.” Pantalone adjusts the glasses on the bridge of his nose with a small smile. Pantalone turns to you, “Kitten, you can continue being friends with this Emma girl. After all, you are an adult and can make your own decisions. Don’t let these selfish men forbid you from making new friends.” He coos while stroking your hair with a smile on his face.
Capitano nods his head, “Yes, hang out with whoever you want to.”
You sighed, “I’m only asking for them to try to be nice to Emma. I know the way she acted was off, and so were the things that she said, but I just want my new friend and boyfriends to get along with each other.” You said softly.
The men ended up giving in because of how sad you looked and because they couldn’t resist saying no to you, especially when it came to making a new friend and wanting them to get along with that new friend of yours. As much as they don’t like Emma, they continued to let you go out and meet up with Emma, with a few exceptions. The more you hung out with Emma while the men watched from afar, the more you and Emma became close. The both of you were attached at the hip, pretty much.
“Hey, Xiao and Dainsleif are pretty cute,” Emma says to you one day, finishing up her ice cream before tossing the little cup into the trash bin.
“Yeah! They are! They’re also very sweet despite their tough exterior. I would say the same about almost half of the other guys too.” You said, wiping your lips with the paper napkin before tossing them into the trash can. You started to notice that Emma was a bit too…. Flirty when your boyfriends are around you two while hanging out. Emma would bat her eyelashes at them, be giggly while twirling her brown hair around her index finger, and would stand a little bit too close to your boyfriends.
“Xiao, Xiao, Xiao!” Emma says, running up to the Yaksha with a shy smile on her face. Xiao looks over at Emma with a blank look on his face before looking away from the brunette. Emma pouts when she sees Xiao’s uninterested expression. “Have you noticed how short I am compared to you?” She asks cutely, tilting her head to the side while swaying in her spot.
“I didn’t even notice because, quite frankly, I don’t care,” Xiao says bluntly.
Emma leans on him, her head resting on his shoulders, “Oh, Xiao! Don’t be mean to a cute, short girl like me! I’m only 4’10,” and you’re so much taller than me!” She says, grabbing onto Xiao’s biceps with both of her hands while pressing herself up against him. With a disgusted scoff, Xiao disappears into a puff of smoke, causing the girl to gasp and stumble onto Dainsleif’s lap.
“Oh! Dainsleif! Thank you for catching a cute, short girl like myself! I could’ve gotten badly injured if you hadn’t caught me in your arms!” She snakes her arms around his shoulders with a coquettish smile on her face. “How shall I repay you for catching someone as cute and small as myself?” She asks, batting her eyelashes at the blond man in front of her.
Dainsleif sighs, pushing the brunette off of his lap before getting up from his seat, “There’s no need for repaying. Although I would much appreciate it if you didn’t stay on my lap for a long time, I have a lover, after all.”
Emma pouts dramatically before storming off. You looked towards the direction of where Emma had stormed off before looking back at your boyfriends, who were looking at you with an unamused look on their faces. They did not look too pleased, especially Xiao and Dainsleif, the two of them had their arms over their chests.
“You’re okay with someone else touching your boyfriends while flirting with your boyfriends so shamelessly?” Diluc asks, tilting his head to the side with his eyebrows raised.
“I’m not! It’s just that… I don’t want to make her upset.” You said, fumbling with your hands while looking at the ground.
Childe scoffs loudly before walking over to where you stood. He towers over you and grabs you by your shoulders before shaking you while saying, “Why are you worried about her getting upset? You’re the one that should be getting upset because a stranger is flirting and touching your boyfriends while fully aware that they’re dating you!”
“I know you try not to let your jealousy show, but how would you feel if we flirted with Emma and treated her like a significant other?” Kaeya asks, raising his eyebrows at you.
You frowned and looked away from Kaeya and the others. Obviously, you wouldn’t like it if your boyfriends flirted with Emma or treated her like she’s their girlfriend while dating you. Why are you letting Emma do all of these things to your boyfriends? It was evident that she makes them feel uncomfortable, so why are you allowing someone to make your boyfriends feel uncomfortable?
“Okay, okay, I’ll talk to her about it when I see her again.” You sighed. “Well, if I see her again.” You added.
You couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming amount of guilt weighing on your shoulders. Emma made them feel uncomfortable, and yet you didn’t step in to say anything. As much as you wanted to do that, something was telling you not to do it because you feared the repercussions. But why should you be afraid of someone like Emma? She’s still a stranger to you and your boyfriends; it shouldn’t be that hard to cut someone, like Emma, out of your life. A few days later, when you told Emma about the situation and how you didn’t like how she got so close with your boyfriends and flirted with them, Emma got frustrated and lashed out at you.
“I wasn’t flirting with them! I was being nice to them!” Emma exclaims, throwing her hands in the air out of frustration. “Why do you care anyway?! You don’t like it when your boyfriends talk to someone that isn’t you or within your dating circle!?” Emma demands, glaring down at you.
“No, Emma, I don’t like it at all! Of course, I’m going to care! You’re shamelessly getting touchy and flirty with my boyfriends in front of my eyes! They’re my boyfriends, and if I see you, or anyone that isn’t me, flirting with them or touching them in any way, I will not hesitate to snap both of your arms.” You said, gritting your teeth.
“That’s not going to stop me at all.” Emma hissed, smirking down at you before walking off.
You clenched your jaws before storming back to the abode. You stood in front of the mansion entrance and let out a slow exhale. Maybe it’s safe to say that your friendship with Emma had ended and that you wouldn’t have to deal with someone like Emma ever again. You walked into the abode and greeted your boyfriends with a weak smile. Thoma held his arms out wide open, and you headed straight into his arms, wrapping your arms around his waist. Thoma hugs you tightly and rubs your back while pressing a kiss on your head.
“I don’t know what happened between you and Emma, but I can sense that you needed a hug.” Thoma whispers, resting his cheek on your head.
“Well, your senses are correct, Thoma.” You hummed, burying your face into Thoma’s chest.
The strange thing was that Emma ended up apologizing to you about it not long after while you were in Mondstadt buying groceries. While you sort of appreciated that she had apologized, you knew that she wasn’t actually apologetic about her actions. And you were correct because she ended up doing the exact same thing to your other boyfriends.
She intentionally spilled her scorching hot tea on her chest, Zhongli got up to hand her a napkin, but she grabbed Zhongli’s hand and forced him to touch her breasts. Zhongli immediately yanked his hands from her grasp before shooting a sharp glare in her direction before leaving without saying a word. Ayato shakes his head in disapproval before getting up to follow after Zhongli.
Emma pulled on Itto’s horns and Gorou’s tail to see if they were real while making inappropriate comments about them, causing Itto and Gorou to almost lash out at the brunette. Itto is typically a calm guy, but seeing how Emma has upset many of the other men, he was about to throw Ushi at Emma. Not only did Emma flirt and touch your boyfriends, but she also broke some of their things. She broke Venti’s lyre, and it greatly upset the anemo archon, causing him to storm out of the abode while Zhongli, Dainsleif, Xiao, and Diluc had to follow after him to make sure he was okay.
Emma got into Albedo’s lab and destroyed many of Albedo’s experiments and glass vials that contained his latest experiment. Emma’s excuse was that she was “just a cute girl who was curious about the questionable substances in the lab.” You have never seen Albedo glare at anyone with such hatred before, and it scared you. As usual, Emma did not care at all and continued her merry way to harass your other boyfriends. The only people that Emma had yet to mess with were the four Harbingers, who resided in their own mansion within the abode. The four men did not want to meet Emma, but they did feel delighted when they heard the chaos she was causing among the other men.
Scaramouche ended up pulling you to the side after Emma had left before asking, “Did you not talk to her about what we had talked about the other day?” Scaramouche frowns at you.
“I did! She lashed out at me when I talked to her about it, but then “apologized” to me about lashing out along many other things!” You said, letting out a huff of breath.
“You annoying friend lashed out at you?” Ayato asks, walking towards where you and Scaramouche stood with the others following after him.
Baizhu sighs, “That’s not a good sign at all.” He shakes his head, looking at you worriedly.
“We know that you were excited about having a new friend, but you do realize that the things that she’s doing could potentially end the relationship entirely,” Heizou says.
“I believe that it’s best you don’t hang out with Emma anymore. She has caused nothing but harm towards our relationship with you.” Zhongli says.
“But she’s….” You swallowed the lump in your throat before slowly nodding your head. Zhongli was right; it’s best that you stopped hanging out with Emma. You gave her a chance, but she decided to fuck it all up. Then again, she did tell you that she didn’t care and that your threat wasn’t going to stop her at all. “You’re right, I will stop contacting her, and I won’t hang out with her anymore.” You nod your head.
Albedo strokes your hair with a sad smile, “We know you were excited about having a new friend, but Emma isn’t the kind of friend that you need in your life.”
“Well, I was excited about having a new friend. But she’s done nothing but cause everyone pain and discomfort.” You said, your shoulders slumping before rubbing your face tiredly. This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t let Emma into your life so quickly.
“I don’t think anyone deserves a friend like Emma. She will do nothing but try to destroy your relationships with those around you.” Kazuha commented, his eyebrows narrowing while massaging his aching temples.
“I didn’t like how she pulled on my ears and on Itto’s horns. Emma has issues with keeping her hands to herself.” Gorou says, covering his ears with a frown on his face.
“Itto, Gorou, I’m so so so so sorry that I couldn’t get her to stop. I told her that if she did anything like that ever again, I would’ve snapped her arms, but she didn’t care at all.” You said.
Itto gives you a soft smile before pulling you into his arms while ruffling your hair, “It’s not like you can control other people’s actions. You’ve tried your best to tell Emma not to do certain things, but she disregarded your warnings.” Itto says, kissing the top of your head.
You turn over to where Venti stood before walking over to him, “Venti?” You said softly.
The bard looks up and gives you a small smile, “Yes, Windblume?” You gave Venti a sad smile and slowly reached out to grab his hands. Venti laced his fingers with yours before lifting your hand up and pressing a kiss on your knuckles.
“I’m sorry that Emma broke your lyre. I wish I could’ve stopped her before she could do it.” You let your hands fall from Venti’s grasp.
“It’s fine! It’s not like I’ve never fixed a broken lyre before!” Venti says, pulling you into his arms.
You pulled away from Venti’s hug before looking at him quizzically, “But wasn’t it an illusion to fool Barbara?”
“Oh shit, how’d you know about that?” Venti’s eyes widened. You looked at Venti in shock before bursting out into laughter. You covered your mouth and buried your face into Venti’s shoulders, your body shaking with laughter.
“Did he just….” Aether trails off, looking over at Albedo and Heizou with wide eyes. Albedo and Heizou stifled their laughter and nodded their heads.
Dottore nudges the other Harbingers around him before saying, “Who knew the anemo archon has such a potty mouth on him.” Dottore snorted, shaking his head.
You ended up cutting Emma out of your life after many incidents, and needless to say, she was not happy about it at all. Whenever you’re somewhere in Mondstadt, by yourself, Emma will appear out of nowhere. Instead of greeting you like an average person (when is she ever normal?), Emma would threaten you for cutting her out of your life. Even though you’ve tried to do many things not to run into her while visiting Mondstadt, she somehow knows where you will be.
“Why did you stop hanging out with me, huh? Are you scared that I would steal your little boy toys?” Emma seethes, digging her nails into your biceps while dragging you out of the city of Mondstadt.
“I….” You yank your arms out of her grasp, wincing when you feel her nails slice your skin. “.... Am cutting you out of my life because you’re not a good friend at all! You did nothing but inflict pain on my boyfriends and me! Especially my boyfriends!” You glared at the brunette in front of you before rubbing your arms.
Emma chortles, “Inflicting pain on your boyfriends? Honey, I’m just showing them what they’re missing and what they could have if they were to drop you for me.” She flicks her hair off her shoulders with a smirk on her face.
“I would call you a homewrecker, but you barely wrecked anything.” You chuckled bitterly. “You’re nothing but a try-hard and a pick-me girl.” You shook your head before walking away from where Emma stood. Emma fumes at your comment before running after you. Emma reaches out to grab onto your hair and yanks you backward, causing you to tumble back and fall to the ground.
“You’re going to regret saying these things to me, you fucking whore.” Emma scowls, pulling your head back by your hair before punching you in the face.
This went on for the next few weeks: Emma harassing you, Emma taking her anger out on you because you told her to stay the fuck away from your boyfriends and because you have tried to cut her out of your life. Emma was pretty much your “stalker” now, except she would follow you everywhere you go in Mondstadt, but she wouldn’t dare to step foot in Liyue or Inazuma because of “reasons” she did not want to say. Yes, you could’ve hung out in other regions other than Mondstadt to escape Emma’s wrath, but with Emma constantly threatening you, you couldn’t do it. And you didn’t know how to say no unless many people convinced you to do so. You were terrified of saying no because of the things she had done.
The more you were forced to hang out with Emma, the more you came back to the abode with bruises and cuts on your body. You hid them from your boyfriends by wearing layers of clothing and a light amount of makeup. Heck, you don’t have many skills in makeup, but with the number of cuts and bruises Emma was putting on your face, you had to learn how to cover them up somehow other than wearing a mask.
“I’m done hanging out with you, Emma. I’m done. I just want to go home and rest from all the shit you’ve done to me.” You said, limping away from Emma.
“Awww! But I thought you were going to snap my arms as you said!” Emma mocks, walking up from behind you before kicking you in the back. You stumbled and landed on your left arm, a sharp pain shooting up from your wrist to your elbows.
“I don’t have time for your bullshit, Emma. Unlike you, I have people waiting for me to return home.” You spat, getting up from the ground before dusting your clothes off. You turn to Emma and spat in her face before walking away. Emma growls and wipes your spit from her face while watching you walk away from where she stood.
What you were hoping to expect when you got home from your little “hang out” with Emma was a bunch of hugs and comfort, but what you got was the complete opposite of that. The minute you opened the door of the mansion and stepped inside, a large bucket of water came crashing down on you, soaking you from head to toe in freezing water, and the bucket also hit your head really hard. You almost blacked out from how hard the bucket had dropped on your head.
“Dear, archons!” Thoma gasps loudly when he sees the large metal bucket dropped on your head with full force, almost knocking you unconscious.
“Oh my gosh, are you okay?!” Baizhu rushes up to you and steadies you while you sway in your spot, black dots spotting your vision. You held onto Baizhu tightly and buried your face into his chest, trying to block out the immense pain you were feeling at the moment.
“Man, it seems like Bennett’s luck is rubbing off on me, and I haven’t even met the kid yet.” You think to yourself, biting back your whimpers.
“Alright, who set this bucket up?” Diluc demanded, looking around the estate at each person with a heated glare.
Itto laughs nervously, “I did, but it wasn’t for [Y/N]! It was for Childe!” Itto exclaims.
Childe lets out a humorless laugh, “Wow, Itto! Not only are you bad at pranking me, but you’re also bad at ensuring that the bucket doesn’t injure the person you’re pranking!” Childe says, walking into the living area while shaking his head in disapproval.
“The bucket hit their head pretty hard; we need to make sure they didn’t get any concussion,” Albedo says, rushing up to where you and Baizhu stood.
Heizou pats your cheeks lightly, “Sweetheart, can you look up for us, please?” You groaned softly, head falling forward against Baizhu’s chest.
“I know the bucket hit their head hard, but how hard, though? The bang was so loud that I was afraid that it would’ve knocked [Y/N] unconscious.” Aether commented.
Baizhu lifts you up and carries you over to the couch, and lays you down before lightly patting your cheeks to keep you awake. You cracked your eyes open and winced when the light in the living room flashed in your eyes.
“The bucket must have hit [Y/N]’s head pretty hard with how they’re reacting,” Ayato murmurs, brushing your wet hair away from your face.
Ayato’s hands froze before he slowly looked up at the others in the room; his face was almost as white as his suit. Gorou furrows his eyebrows before reaching up to your face and wiping at the foundation that was slowly dripping off your face. The more Gorou wipes the foundation away from your face, the more cuts and bruises are revealed. Scaramouche furrows his eyebrows before gently grabbing your arms and pulling the sleeve of your shirt up, revealing claw marks, more cuts, and more bruises decorating your arms. Some bruises looked new, while the others still looked new but were fading away compared to the others. Scaramouche’s actions resulted in Xiao coming up and pulling up other parts of your clothes to reveal more and more injuries that you had sustained.
“[Y/N].... who did this to you!?” Gorou whispers, a lump forming in his throat as tears begin to blur his vision. Gorou had never seen you in this state before; in fact, none of the men had seen you covered in cuts and bruises before. This was the first time they’ve seen you this injured. Everyone couldn’t help but feel very angry and deeply upset. They were mad at whoever inflicted harm on you and deeply upset that you had gone to the extent of hiding your cuts and bruises from them.
“Emma.” Scaramouche and Xiao growl, both their eyes glowing with anger.
Kaeya kneels beside the couch and strokes your hair gently, “Keep your eyes open, sweet thing. We wouldn’t want you to lose your consciousness now, do we?” He tries to joke, his smile faltering as he takes in the sight of you in front of him.
“Everything hurts.” You whisper, cracking your eyes open.
Kazuha grabs onto your hand and gently squeezes them, “Tell us who did it. Tell us who boldly put their hands on you, and we will deal with them for you.” Kazuha says, mentally praying to whichever archon was listening to his prayers that it wasn’t who he was suspecting.
You winced when you turned your head towards Kazuha’s direction before croaking out, “But if I tell you all who did it, all of you will hurt them.”
Dainsleif lets out an infuriated sigh before running his hands through his blond hair, “Why are you trying to protect this person, [Y/N]? This person injured you and could have killed you if they wanted to!” Dainsleif clenches his jaws.
You forced yourself up on the couch with a pained grunt, “I don’t want to say who it is because I want to beat their ass first.” You said, pouting at Dainsleif tiredly. Kaeya snorts while wiping the water away from your face with a cloth napkin while Baizhu and Albedo check up on your head and other bodily injuries that were inflicted upon you.
Zhongli sits down in front of you with a weak sigh, “Dearest, why did you continue to hang out with Emma even though you had told us that you weren’t going to see her again?”
You pursed your lips before responding, “I didn’t want to continue to hang out with her. She wouldn’t let me cut her off, and she threatened me.” You said, flinching away from the light that Albedo was shining into your eyes to check on your pupils.
“Thankfully, [Y/N] doesn’t have a concussion. That’s good.” Albedo hums softly, lightly massaging your head with his fingers. You closed your eyes and leaned into Albedo’s touch, wanting to do nothing else but sleep and let your body rest.
Baizhu gets up from his spot before dusting his clothes off, “Even if [Y/N] doesn’t have any concussion, they will still need to take medication for their headache and body aches.” He turns around and walks to the kitchen to search for pain medication for you to take in the meantime.
Capitano stood in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest, “You know that we know that your injuries are all Emma’s doing, correct?” Capitano asks. You could tell that Capitano raised his eyebrows at you underneath his helmet as he tapped on his biceps with his fingers.
You looked away from Capitano while grumbling, “I’m sure it’s obvious that it was only Emma that did this to me.”
Pantalone sighs loudly, “I was delighted that my precious kitten made a new friend, but that friend was no good.” He laments, walking over to where you sat before lifting you off the couch. Pantalone sits on the couch before placing you on his lap, cradling you in his arms while pressing a kiss on the side of your head. You winced and rested your head on his shoulders, feeling yourself becoming drowsy.
“Oh, please. If it weren’t for you, [Y/N] wouldn’t have gotten injured by their new friend.” Diluc rolls his eyes with disgust, tempted to yank you from Pantalone’s arms. If it weren’t for those four Harbingers encouraging you to become friends with someone like Emma, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt, nor would they have to deal with Emma’s atrocious behavior.
Itto nods his head rapidly before pointing an accusing finger at the four Harbingers in front of him, “Yeah! If you four hadn’t encouraged [Y/N] to be friends with that demon, [Y/N] wouldn’t have gotten injured!”
Pierro shoots a heated glare in Itto’s direction, saying, “And if it weren’t for that childish prank you were trying to pull on Tartaglia, the metal bucket wouldn’t have hit [Y/N]’s head.” Itto glowers and glares back at the first Harbinger in front of him, his hands clenching into tight fists.
“How about Zhongli and I take you to your room!” Venti suggested as he walked over to where you and Pantalone sat before tugging you out from Pantalone’s lap with the help of Zhongli.
You leaned against Venti, both your arms wrapped around their waists as the two of them propped you up before guiding you up to your bedroom, away from the tension that was gradually getting worse.
“Doctor Baizhu will be bringing the medication up to your bedroom in a moment. You need to rest and let your injuries heal.” Zhongli murmurs into your ears.
“I still need to change out of my wet clothes and maybe take a shower or something.” You said, letting yourself flop on your bed.
Childe pops his head into your bedroom with a smile on his face, “I can help you change your clothes if you need some assistance, snookums.”
Zhongli lets out a disgruntled grunt, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Childe, now is not the time to make such comments.”
Childe lets out a scoff of disbelief, “What? I was only offering my assistance to help [Y/N] change into clean and dried clothes! There’s no innuendos or anything!” He grumbles, glaring over at the former archon.
You rolled over on your bed, and a strained groan gets caught in your throat before you interject, “Please don’t argue right now. I’m starting to get a headache.” You said, your face pinching up from the pounding headache you are currently experiencing.
“Come on, let’s get you changed into new clothes,” Thoma says, nudging you lightly. You cracked your eyes open, only to see the other men piling into your bedroom.
You grumbled, “Wow, you all showed up in my bedroom to watch me change? Perverts.” You snorted to yourself, earning chuckles from your boyfriends while Aether and Heizou helped you sit up on your bed as Ayato walked over to you with your change of clothes in his hands.
Aether speaks up, “So! When are you going to beat Emma’s ass?” Looking away as Thoma and Ayato helped you change out of your drenched clothes.
“Seriously, when are you going to do that? The longer you put it off, the more it’ll make us want to do it for you instead.” Heizou says, tilting his head to the side while looking elsewhere, trying to keep himself distracted.
You let out a long sigh before responding, “Soon, I hope.” You take your shirt off and toss it over to your laundry basket. You hear choked gasps coming from your boyfriends and a small chorus of “oh dear archons!” from a few of them. You blinked at them before looking down at your body and examining every inch of your skin. Cuts and bruises littered your torso and back, along with your bare legs. It was like Emma had used you as a punching bag to let all of her anger out on you. Well, she technically did unleash her anger out on you by physically assaulting you.
“Be honest with us; how long have you been hiding these injuries from everyone?” Ayato asks while he gently grabs you by your shoulders before rotating you around to examine every inch of your exposed skin.
Gorou shakes his head, “Looking at these cuts and bruises, it looks like [Y/N] has been enduring Emma’s abuse for quite a while.” Gorou reaches forward, letting his fingers trace the bruised skin of your back.
Scaramouche claps his hands, “I have come to the conclusion that you will not be beating Emma’s ass. I will be doing it myself.” Scaramouche stated.
You shook your head, “I would rather be the one to get into trouble than all of you.” You said while slipping on a new shirt and shorts and fixing your hair after. “Plus, she touched my boyfriends and flirted with my boyfriends. Therefore, I should be the one beating her ass, not you guys.” You added. Baizhu walks over to your bed with a glass cup of water and painkillers in his hands; you grabbed the painkillers from Baizhu’s hands and popped them into your mouth before taking the cup of water from his grasp and downing the water.
“Oh? You don’t like it when people touch or flirt with us?” Kazuha teases you, sitting down beside you with a smile on his face.
You rolled your eyes and shook your head, “I told Emma that if she were to pull that stunt again, I would snap both of her arms. It’s a promise and a threat.” You said, placing the glass cup of water on your nightstand.
Kaeya chuckled and knelt on your bed before grabbing you by your chin to tilt your head up, gazing into your eyes, “My, my, that is the most attractive thing you’ve ever said.” Xiao grumbles and slowly removes Kaeya’s hands from your face, making sure that he didn’t do it roughly, fearing that he might hurt you.
“I didn’t like how close she got to me and how she kept mentioning how short she is compared to me. I think she was mocking me.” Xiao grumbles. You cracked a smile and gestured for him to come forward; Xiao walked over to you and stood beside your bed. You slowly reached up and wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face into his torso.
“You’re too cute, Xiao.” Your voice muffled against his stomach. “I didn’t like how Emma got close and touchy with any of you,” You release Xiao, laying down on your bed.
“She wasn’t just touchy and flirty,” Dainsleif added.
“I promise, I will snap both of her arms for all of you and for the things that she has done to me.” You said, hugging a Seelie plush that was gifted to you from Venti. “What she did was unacceptable, and yet I tried not to get off on the wrong foot with her.” You smacked yourself in the forehead.
“Don’t hurt yourself!” Gorou panics, rushing over to you before checking on your forehead, lightly massaging it.
“I asked you all to give her a chance, I tried being nice to her and have you all get along, and this was the outcome.” You said, hugging the plush tightly against your chest. “I deserved all of those beatings from Emma because it’s my karma for letting an awful person into my life and stay for some time.” A rueful smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Now that you think of it, the things that Emma has done to you were justified. After all, you did let her stay in your life despite her mistreating your boyfriends, flirting with them, and making them uncomfortable. You deserved every cut and bruise that she has left on your body.
Xiao growls, “It’s not your fault! Stop blaming yourself!” You ignored Xiao’s response.
Kazuha frowns, “Don’t blame yourself, dove. You were trying to see the best in others; it’s not your fault that you were trying to give her a chance to redeem herself.”
Kaeya lays on your bed and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest while resting his chin on your head. “Besides, I think it’d be a nice sight to see you beat someone to a pulp.” A teasing smile appears on his face before he presses a kiss on your cheeks.
“Oh, I will definitely beat Emma to a bloody pulp.” You deadpanned, snuggling up against Kaeya with a pout on your face. “I hate her for touching my boyfriends, shamelessly flirting with my boyfriends, breaking their things, forcing them to do things they didn’t intend on doing, and many more.” You grumbled.
The men can see the steam coming from your ears while you ranted under your breath about the things Emma had done to you and them. The more you grumbled about Emma; the more steam continued to come out of your ears from anger. You let out an angry sigh and shoved your face into Kaeya’s chest, catching him off guard. Kaeya laughs and kisses the top of your head while lightly scratching your head, his fingers lacing into your hair while doing so.
Pierro hums, “I believe that it’s best we let [Y/N] rest. After all, they have been through so much and will need some time to recuperate.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
Pantalone hums thoughtfully, his head tilts to the side, “What if I want my adorable kitten to snuggle up against me while they’re sleeping?” A tiny pout forms on his lips as he watches you press yourself up against Kaeya while on the verge of falling asleep.
Diluc huffs, “Well, too bad because they’re currently snuggling with someone else right now. It’s best to leave them alone and let them rest.”
The corners of Pantalone’s lips quirked up, he licked his lips and shook his head while debating on retorting or not, but he chose not to say anything. Maybe one day he’ll snatch you up for himself and be selfish for once, but for now, today won’t be that day. After not hearing a single response from Pantalone, a slight smirk appeared on Diluc’s face.
For the next few days, the men did not let you leave your bedroom because they wanted you to rest, and they wanted your wounds to heal. And, of course, since you’re not from Teyvat or their universe, it took a bit for you to properly heal with the amount of medication you were given for the wounds and with the help of the healers throughout Teyvat. You were pampered by your boyfriends, even though you told them there was no need for them to spoil you. Your comment went in one ear and out the other for them, and your boyfriends gladly spoiled you with attention and affection. As much as you loved the attention from your boyfriends, you wanted them to give you some space and privacy— mainly because you wanted to track Emma down and return the favor from all the things she has done to you and your boyfriends.
Everything suddenly became a blur to you, and you had felt nothing but fury for the last few weeks now (maybe even a month. It’s a bit hard for you to narrow down the date in Teyvat when you hardly kept track of it) all because of Emma and the things that she has done. You didn’t remember leaving the abode; you didn’t remember arriving at Mondstadt, and you certainly did not remember grabbing Emma by her ponytail and pulling her to a secluded area of Mondstadt.
“Oh, it looks like you’re healing nicely!” Emma commented, her eyes scanning your body from head to toe. “Did you come back for more?” She smirks at you, her head tilting to the side while she waits for you to answer her.
“No, not really. But I did come back to return the favor.” You said, giving her a fake smile while your hands were clenched into tight fists. “Although I am trying to be a reasonable person. So I will not inflict any harm on you if you apologize for your past actions and promise never to do it again.” You said, crossing your arms over your stomach.
Emma lets out an audible snort, “Me? Apologize? For what exactly?” Emma inquires, cocking an eyebrow at you with a look of amusement on her face. “Listen, I believe that I did nothing wrong at all, and if you have a problem with that, you can go cry and bitch elsewhere.” Emma lets out a sassy huff, her arms over her chest, before turning around with her back facing your direction. You smirked and tapped her shoulders; Emma hummed, her eyebrows raised before she slowly looked in your direction.
She rolls her eyes before letting out a disgusted scoff, “What do you want, you annoying little—” You cut Emma off by punching her in the mouth, causing her to gasp and stumble back. She had her hand over her mouth. Her eyes were red with anger. She smacks her lips together before scowling at you, her gums and lips bleeding. “You little bitch!” Emma lunges at you and tackles you to the ground, the two of you rolling down a steep hill.
The men were all having lunch in the dining room when Venti barges into the dining room, panting and trying to catch his breath. Everyone looked at Venti quizzically, waiting for Venti to catch his breath before questioning why he suddenly burst into the dining room like that.
“Barbatos, care to explain what’s got you in a hurry?” Zhongli asks, sipping on his afternoon tea with Ayato and Dainsleif by his side.
“It’s [Y/N].” Venti chokes out. Before Venti could add to what he had said, everyone got up from their seats and rushed to the entrance of the abode without a second thought.
Venti lets out a defeated sigh, “Great, more running.”
It was a bit complicated to track you down at first, but the sounds of screaming and profanities being thrown around guided the men to where they are now. They all come to a halt when they see you on top of Emma, with a handful of her brown hair in your left hand while you were punching Emma in the face, on the head, and in the throat repeatedly. Emma was thrashing beneath you, trying to get you off of her, but you had her pinned to the dirt ground.
“Why are you crying now, huh!?” You screamed, your knuckles shining each time you raised your fist in the air. You were wearing platinum rings on your fingers. Emma screeches and tosses you off; you land beside her before immediately getting up from the ground.
Emma’s eyes land on the men behind you before pointing at you, “Look what your stupid lover did to me! I did nothing to them, and they decided to attack a cute, short, innocent girl like me!” She screeches, crocodile tears rolling down her bruised and bloodied cheeks.
“I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t see anything,” Aether says, looking away from Emma with his nose pointing in the air.
Heizou looks at the other men, “Was that the sound of a dying boar in the distance?”
You let out a burst of loud laughter; your head was thrown back, your body shaking with laughter. You look at Emma with a smile on your face. You slowly walked towards Emma, cracking your knuckles and your neck.
“Oh, Emma, Emma. I’m not done with you just yet.” You cooed, caressing her face in your hands, a big smile slowly forming on your face. Emma looks at you in disgust and slaps your hands away from her face. “If you think you can get away from me so easily, then it looks like I’ll have to snap both of your legs to prevent you from running.” You whisper.
Emma growls and punches you in the nose; blood immediately starts spraying down your nose. You glared at her and threw a punch right back at her. You tackled Emma to the ground and continued where you had left off.
“Should we stop [Y/N]?” Dainsleif asks.
“I’ll be getting the first aid ready for [Y/N]’s injuries,” Baizhu says, running back to the abode.
Thoma chuckles, “From what I’m seeing so far, it’s Emma that’ll be needing the first aid, not [Y/N].”
Albedo blinks at Thoma, “That’s someone else’s problem. We’ll only administer first aid on [Y/N].” Albedo states, crossing his arms.
Kazuha opens his mouth to say something, but the loud snapping sound cuts him off. The men went silent when Emma let out a blood-curdling scream that was almost deafening.
“My legs! My legs!” Emma screams. “You broke my fucking legs!” Emma sobs, trying to reach behind her to swipe at you, but you pinned her arms down and sat on her back with a dark chuckle.
“I did say that if you, or anyone that isn’t me, flirt with my boyfriends and touch my boyfriends, I wouldn’t hesitate to snap your arms.” You said, hitting her in the head. “But since you were trying to run away from the consequences, I had to break those cute, short legs of yours to stop you from running.” You squealed, reaching down to pinch her cheeks with your bloodied hands.
“Holy fuck.” Childe whispers, covering the lower part of his face.
Ayato’s eyes widen, and his eyebrows shot to his hairline at Childe’s reaction. “Are you blushing?!” Ayato hissed at Childe.
Thoma made the mistake of looking down, his eyes almost as wide as saucers before covering his face. There’s no way Childe is like this right now while you’re beating someone to a pulp and snapping their legs like twigs.
“Childe, are you serious right now!?” Thoma hissed at Childe.
“I can’t help it! [Y/N] is so hot!” Childe whispers loudly to the men around him, covering his red face with both of his hands.
Scaramouche made a disgusted face at Childe before pointing his finger at the ginger-haired male, “Why the fuck do you have a boner!? You horny motherfucker!” Scaramouche punches Childe in the gut. Childe grunts and punches Scaramouche back.
“Listen, [Y/N] beating the shit out of something is very attractive, so I don’t blame him!” Itto says. Just when you were about to land another punch on Emma’s face with your ring-clad fingers, Capitano and Dottore walked over to you and grabbed you by your biceps before lifting you off of Emma.
“As much as we would love to see you beat Emma into a bloody pulp, I think that’s enough,” Capitano says gruffly, escorting you to where the other men stood.
Dottore snorts, smirking widely, “As if she wasn’t a bloody pulp already.” Dottore pats you on your head. You grumbled and wiped Emma’s blood off your face with your already bloodied hands, smearing more blood on your cheeks.
Kazuha runs up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, “You’re not injured anywhere, are you?” He eyes you worriedly, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. You gave Kazuha a small smile and shook your head.
“Other than a bloody nose and some scratches here and there, I’m fine.” You said.
Dottore points down at your bloodied clothes, “Is that all Emma’s blood?” You smiled widely and nodded your head happily.
“That is correct! It’s all her blood.” You raised your arm and wiped the blood from your nose and scrunched your face when you felt dull throbbing pain from your nose.
Childe jogs up to you and grabs you by your shoulders, “Marry me, marry me right now. We can live off on a farm somewhere in Snezhnaya and have fourteen kids. Just you and me.” He knelt to the ground in front of you, holding onto your hands firmly.
“Uh, get in line, buddy! We all want to marry [Y/N].” Itto interjects, pulling Childe away from you.
Scaramouche whispers loudly, “You also have a little problem to fix.”
Childe glares at Scaramouche, “A little!? I’ll have you know. I’m huge, okay?! [Y/N] can vouch for me.”
Aether and Heizou shook their heads, “We did not need to know that.” Aether says, making a face at Childe.
Zhongli sighs, “Let’s go back to the abode now, shall we? I believe that you should clean up, and doctor Baizhu will dress any of your wounds.” Zhongli says, draping his arms around your shoulders before walking you back to the abode with the others following after you. Childe latches himself against you, his face burying into your neck while pressing up against you.
“Childe, why the fuck do you have a boner!?” You whined, feeling your face becoming hot at the contact.
“You know why.” Childe’s voice was muffled against your neck; he rubbed his face against your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist. Zhongli lets out an annoyed sigh, giving Childe an annoyed look.
Ayato concludes, “We need to get him neutered.”
Dottore snorts, “As if that’ll work.” He mutters, following after you and twenty other men back to the abode where Baizhu is waiting for you with the first aid kit, ready to patch up any wounds you have on you.
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EPILOGUE || Unfinished Business
Waking up with a headache was new, having never experienced pain outside of inhabiting a human body. His eyes slowly started to adjust to the bright surroundings. Pink and blue? Those were hues he not used to—and clouds and stars- Oh no.
Although he prayed, he did not expect an answer. He turned around, and there it was—The Axolotl, lying over a parting in its clouds.
“Axolotl! Buddy! How are you-” Bill started his sentence before he was suddenly grabbed by an invisible force, and dragged to float by The Axolotl as it was staring down from the clouds, watching human children playing at a park. “Ugh..” the dream demon groaned in his mind.
“Precious, aren’t they? So innocent and fragile.” The Axolotl commented.
“Disgusting..” Bill had responded. The Axolotl laughed.
“Still haven’t learned to appreciate them?” The Axolotl asked.
“Why would I appreciate something so.. Weak?” Bill asked in response, The Axolotl hummed, before closing the clouds and floating over to the middle of the Axolotl’s space between time and space. The Axolotl had summoned a small, vintage white metal table with floral patterns, and matching chairs, and then a small tea set, with a matching floral tea kettle, tea cups, plates, sugar cubes, cream, and even tea biscuits.
“Sit with me, Cipher.” The Axolotl asked.
“Do I have a choice..?” Bill asked in a sarcastic tone.
“You always have a choice in my space between time and space, Cipher. Although, I don’t think you’d like your second option.” The Axolotl laughed, floating over the chair in a sat position, one leg propped over the other as it was hunched over. Bill sat in the other chair, picking up the teacup and plate, sipping it from his eye. Delectable as always, the Axolotl was good at that.
Before it hit him. His memories. The Pines Family. Six Fingers, Shriner’s, Shooting Star... Pinetree. They had been able to defeat him by trapping him in Shriner’s head. He was too excited to get into Six Finger’s head he didn’t even realize they pulled a simple switch on him while he was distracted. His body turned red with anger.
“So, like I said, I didn’t think you’d like your second option.” The Axolotl laughed. Bill looked insulted at the Axolotl.
“Why are you laughing at the fact I nearly died! And by the hands of- humans.” Bill shouted at The Axolotl in anger, wanting to lunge at the Axolotl, but knowing better, he didn’t.
“Because of how much you talk badly about them, you call them weak and idiotic, yet two sets of twins, two nearly at the end of their age and the other two barely starting, defeated you.” The Axolotl giggled again. “The others found it hilarious.” Oh great. Others know. The dream demon blushed angrily.
“Whatever! I wasn’t thinking clearly!” He defended himself.
“Like how humans do?” The Axolotl teased him further. Bill was fuming at this point, enough to boil another pot of tea. “I apologize Cipher, let's get to business.” He added, and Bill’s anger melted into curiosity.
“Business?” The dream demon asked.
“Yes Cipher, for why I resurrected you.” The Axolotl repeated.
“I thought it was because I asked.” Bill pondered.
“Asked? It was more like a begging plea. But no. I resurrected you because of your unfinished business with a certain Sphynx?” The Axolotl asked with a smile but it simply made Bill fume once more.
“No. I don’t. All of the Sphynx’s are dead. I made sure of it.” Bill responded, confused, and angered.
The Axolotl tilted its head to the floor, as the clouds split, and it showed a small clearing in a pine forest. Bill was confused, and The Axolotl laughed once more, impressed by the Sphynx’s. The Axolotl cleared the magic dome the Sphynxs made to hide themselves from Bill. Bill’s eyes widened.
“Once (Mother’s Name) and (Father’s Name) Sphynx saw their family was being hunted, they worked to build a barrier so you couldn’t find their family. Especially since Mrs. Sphynx was pregnant…” The Axolotl explained. Bill’s body ignited into blue flames, and he threw the metal table over, The Axolotl’s magic catching everything before it made a mess.
“Does the child, have the crest.” Bill more demanded than asked, facing away from the Axolotl.
“They do.” The Axolotl confirmed. Bill turned around, looking up at the Axolotl.
“What do you want?” Bill asked, he knew this had to be a trade. Something in exchange for a second chance. That’s how The Axolotl has always worked.
“You already know the answer.” The Axolotl answered. Bill scoffed.
“It's never gonna happen, Axolotl.” Bill denied the exchange, and the Axolotl sighed.
“Cipher, you know why I ask you of this. We’ve been warned, and yet you ignore this warning because you don’t want to change how you act. How you rule your dimension. And how you want to rule this one, even though you know you can’t.” The Axolotl explained.
“We’re not even sure if those stupid rules are true! We haven’t proven that that happens because of how we behave and work.” Bill retorted.
“Do you want to risk it Cipher? After how many have died? Those who changed have lived, those who haven’t, turned to ash. Just like they predicted. Just like they warned.” The Axolotl explained further.
“Here is my deal, Cipher. I will return you to Gravity Fall, Oregon. Your birthplace. For you to finish your unfinished business. Preferably the way we’re supposed to.” The Axolotl held its hand out to Bill. Bill looked at the hand, before up to The Axolotl.
“And what if I don’t do it the “proper” way?” Bill asked back, almost the same way a teenager would ask his parent “Or what?”, but he was seriously asking, for his safety. Being a king of deals, he knew to get every detail.
“Please, do you think this is the first time we’ve had this conversation?” The Axolotl asked with a smile and a laugh. Bill felt a shiver up his none existent spine, and he sighed, before rolling his eyes. He took Axolotl’s hand, no blue flames ignited unlike normal.
“Deal.”
“Wonderful! I’ll send you down immediately.” The Axolotl smiled, before clapping his hands once. As all the tea stuff disappeared. The Axolotl floated to the clouds, opening up a clearing.
“How are you going too-” Bill started to ask before he was teleported in front of the opening, his face inches from the Axolotl.
“Good luck!” The Axolotl smiled, before flicking Bill like a bug down to earth. “Boop~” The Axolotl giggled.
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tattoo artist hobie/college au pt. 2!!
pt. 1
the Black Widow’s two-storey building was nestled between a café and a music shop, tinted glass windows gleaming in the late afternoon light. a bell dinged when miles stepped in, eyes flicking down to his watch reading 4:58p.m.; he let the door fall shut behind him as he took in the cool concrete floor and the matte black brackets of plants on the foyer wall, leaning his elbow against the front counter.
“hi,” he greeted the receptionist, who gave him an expectant half-smile. “uh, i’ve got a five o’clock with—”
“you’re early.”
miles’s heart did a flip-flop in his chest.
hobie stood on the bottom step of the staircase off to the side, long legs crossed at the ankle with his hands in his plaid pockets. his slouch against the railing was easy as ever, as was his smile; miles looked down at his watch just to give himself a second to recollect, trying not to let his brain stall. 4:59. “barely.”
hobie chuckled, and it made his pearl earring sway; miles’s eyes snapped to the motion like a magnet as hobie turned away, heading back up the stairs. “well, c’mon then.”
the narrow staircase led to the second floor, an open area with a few low couches and a coffee table. there were scones and tea on a tray; chai, by the smell of it, and hobie poured for them both once they sat down opposite each other. his teal converse bumped against miles’s toes as miles took his cup with whispered thanks and had a sip, brows raising.
“good, innit?” hobie murmured over his own, lips curling up the same way his fingers curled around the handle. “gift from a friend, his aunt makes it. help yourself to the scones, yeah?”
miles hummed, swallowing. his eyes flickered from hobie to the table to the wall and back to hobie again; the way he leaned back into the couch, loose-limbed and comfortable, was awfully distracting. miles took a second sip with that dark gaze on his skin, and the silence got louder.
“ay, sorry, i’m—” hobie sat up properly, hand on the back of his neck as he offered a sheepish chuckle. “i’m staring. s’rude of me.”
“nah. depends on why you’re staring.” the words were out of miles’s mouth before he could filter them, and he snapped his mouth shut in mortification.
hobie just laughed, piercings twinkling as he grabbed a buttered scone and bit it in half. “business first, brooklyn boy.”
miles valiantly willed the heat out of his cheeks and sat forward, putting his teacup down to pull his laptop out of his messenger bag. “so how’d you know about me? and my art?”
hobie smirked like he knew something miles didn’t. “school.”
he froze, narrowing his eyes. “...what do you mean, school?”
“we go to the same school.”
“we— wait.” miles knew hobie’s voice sounded familiar. “you’re the guy on our college’s radio station.”
hobie gave him jazz hands, brows lifting with a bemused smile. “the one and only.”
he gave hobie an incredulous look, mouth falling open. “man, i listen to you! how have i never seen you on campus?”
“we’re on opposite ends. i’m majoring in classical music,” hobie replied, grinning wide enough for miles to notice a smiley piercing against his front teeth. “you’ll never guess how i found out about you.”
“…i don’t know if i wanna ask.”
“ya happen to know a certain miss stacy?”
miles goggled. “you know gwen?! i mean, okay, no, gwen knows you?”
the other boy cackled, shoving the remaining half of his scone into his mouth and dusting his hands on his pants. “why’s that such a surprise, huh? we’re in the same block!”
“yeah, but—” miles sputtered, waving his hands about with his laptop forgotten. the way hobie’s eyes crinkled when he laughed was doing funny things to his brain. “you’re cool.”
and hobie really was; he was wearing dark red gloss today, lashes spiked with glittery mascara, a distressed black tank showing through the loose knit of the cream sweater hanging off one shoulder. he had a new ear stack on too, gold and garnet in a delicious contrast against his rich skin, and the tattoos on his forearms moved with him when he settled back against the couch.
“gwendy’s plenty cool,” he countered, playfully arching a pierced brow.
“not after you’ve seen her laugh so hard she shot rice out of her nose,” miles deadpanned, and he reveled in hobie’s wheeze. “but seriously, dude. there is no way in hell i haven’t seen or heard of you before.”
he knew he looked good, or at least decent; he had a solid sense of fashion and a workout routine that was consistent enough, but hobie was electrifying like a spark to your brain stem.
“let’s just say i like to keep it on the down-low.” hobie offered a mirthless chuckle. “a violin prodigy who hates practicin’ and prefers electric guitar, and still has one of the most sought-after scholarships across the board? i ain’t exactly got a fan club, now, bein’ the black sheep and all that.”
miles tongued at the inside of his cheek, fiddling with the charm bracelet on his left wrist. “they’re wrong about you.” hobie’s eyes flickered to him, sharp and intense, and miles shoved down against the way his heart was climbing up his throat.
“ya barely know me.”
“and yet i like you,” he challenged, setting his teeth against the verity. “and i’m not wrong about people very often.”
he watched as hobie’s eyes widened imperceptibly, falling shut as the other boy scrubbed broad palms across his face with a heavy sigh. “bloody— gwendy told me you’d be like this.”
“like what?”
“stubborn,” hobie muttered, peeking at him between two ring-clad fingers, full lips ticking up at the corner. he said the word like a compliment. “she’d warned me, y’know. i suppose just not enough.”
the laugh that slipped from miles’s throat was unplanned, thick like a weighty throw pillow to the chest. “sorry to break it to you, but my best friend is biased,” he said primly, pursing his lips. “also possibly a little bit crazy. and a liar.”
“alright, alright.” hobie’s grin was awry, pulling at his lip ring. it was ridiculously charming. “how ‘bout ya re-introduce yourself on your own terms, then?”
miles cocked his head, pretending to consider before he stuck out a hand. “miles morales. double major in visual arts and graphic design. it’s a pleasure.”
he tried not to shiver when hobie’s fingers wrapped around his, elegant and calloused, warm against his skin like the weight of hobie’s gaze.
“hobie brown. tattoo artist, lead guitarist extraordinaire—” he let go and sat back, dark eyes glittering above a soft smile, “—and i think you’ll find that the pleasure’s all mine.”
miles swallowed, mouth dry. his pulse fluttered.
oh, boy.
fin.
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All That Is Real is Reasonable [Yandere Tserriednich x Reader]
Title: All That Is Real is Reasonable [Yandere Tserriednich x Reader]
Synopsis: You were looking to read a rare artist’s manuscript, and found your luck when the employee of a wealthy collector offers to let you read the real deal in his hotel room. What could go wrong?
Word Count: 2000ish
Notes: yandere themes, implied fate worse than death for people (not reader); art pretentiousness; link to the painting referenced in the fic
“I’m sorry, but that collection isn’t available to the general public.”
You press your lips together, a desperate attempt at a smile. The man in front of you does not look impressed. “But if I could just--”
“Ma’am,” the man interrupts, holding the side of his glasses to get a better look at you--or to intimidate you, like some sort of predator staring down its prey. You couldn’t decide which. “I’ve already informed you that it’s simply impossible for you to read the manuscript. Our collection is only open to certain academic institutions, and your credentials simply don’t suffice.”
The sting of his not-so-thinly veiled insult is quickly washed over with a heavy, overpowering disappointment. All this way. You came all this way for nothing.
“Okay.” Your voice cracks, and you clear it. You’re an adult. Adults don’t cry because they were told they aren’t allowed to see a copy of the personal letters, do they?
You turn around as quickly as you can, heading back towards the atrium of the museum. Your cheeks burn hot and you can feel your chest constricting. Don’t cry, you think--not until you get back to your car.
“Ah… miss?”
You freeze, almost stumbling over your feet due to the sudden stop. You hear footsteps from behind you, and turn slightly to see a man in a crisp black suit walking up to you. It looks like he followed you out of the library section. But why?
“I hope you don’t mind my eavesdropping,” the man continues. You said you were looking to read the museum’s transcript of Jean-François de Troy, yes?”
The man straightens up, as if he’s proud of what he’s going to tell you. “My employer is currently in possession of the real manuscript. He sent me here to arrange an appointment with the museum today to discuss donating the real papers to the collection--for preservation, of course. But perhaps… well, perhaps you would like to come see them first? My employer is an avid lover of the arts, and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind assisting a student in their research.”
Your eyes must look wide enough to set a teacup on, because the man lets out a short, easygoing laugh. You stutter out something like assent, and he only shakes his head in a good-humored way that puts you right at ease.
“Follow me.”
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The hotel you follow the man into is swankier than anything you’ve ever seen in your life. Even the elevators are fancy, complete with an elevator attendant who politely asks the man which floor and holds the door open while you exit to avoid any unwanted auto-closures.
And if the hotel itself looked swanky, the room--or rooms, as this is not simply some dinky hotel room but a series of elegant suites--is practically a palace. Tapestries and paintings, bookshelves, antiques…
And then there is a man, sitting on a high-backed chair reading a book, who rises when the two of you enter. He looks at the man with something that seems to slide between them, silent but sure. A question, or confirmation of something. You can’t quite discern any of it, and the man next to you is merely dismissed with a nod of his head. He doesn’t even say goodbye.
The strangeness of the moment makes your skin prickle but all of that gets washed over by the sheer magnitude of the art surrounding you. And one painting in particular has you aimlessly walking towards it, eyes wide. It’s by the very artist you sought out at the museum. It’s a painting of a woman in an elegant blue gown reading in a window. One you had seen in picture books, but in person? It was bought by a private collector ages ago, and presumed lost…
“Do you think it’s pretty?”
Your body jerks, and you feel a little dumb for not realizing the man--Tserriednich, the man from the museum had said, but it’s best not to call him that unless he gives you permission--had walked right up to you while you gaped.
His voice has a touch of a sneer in it. Not enough to be rude, just enough to pick up on, especially given your already frayed nerves. You’re used enough to that--being dismissed in your field is nothing new.
“I… well… it’s… ” What do you say to someone with a hotel room stuffed with treasures worth millions--no--billions? When you glance at the man, you see a look, almost too subtle to be noticed, of annoyance. That you’re wasting his time and might as well leave. You can’t blame him. You sound ridiculous, stuttering over yourself.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s pretty,” you finally say, rushing out the words and feeling like your tongue has unstuck from your roof for the first time today.
Tserriednich raises his eyebrow. “No?”
Your gaze turns back to the painting, and you continue. “Well, no.” Your hand goes up to the painting, not touching, but gesturing towards the book in the woman’s hands. “See how the light in the painting is directed towards the pages? We’re meant to focus on the act of reading, not the woman herself.”
He stares at you, and it’s strange to say, but even the way he blinks feels judgemental. As if he wants you to notice the slow timing of each blink, the way his eyes seem to say: You are a silly thing. But you’re over-analyzing his body language, aren’t you? You’re being a stereotype of an art student, really.
He lifts his own hand, gesturing to the woman’s exposed back. “And yet he took the time to position the woman so that her shoulders, neck and upper back were displayed to the viewer, almost in the same highlighting as the book.”
You shake your head, a smile, a little laugh in your voice.
“You’re wrong.”
You’ve never seen someone visibly bristle before, but there’s no other way to describe the way that his back straightens up, or the way that his mouth sets itself in an impatient frown as you continue, jumping into something you’ve already argued about with professors and one not-so-patient teacher’s assistant.
“He highlights the shoulders, yes. But I think de Troy was tempting us--well, by us I mean his contemporaries who would have viewed the painting--for focusing too much on the implied sensuality of a woman being viewed in such an intimate moment.”
You take a quick breath, and you can’t help but get a little excited, voice rising, as you spill out the contents of your latest thesis on his work.
“Yes, her neck and shoulders are exposed, and yes the light plays on them…”
Your hands gesture over the left side of the painting.
“But look at how her dress and these curtains are almost the same color, like she’s being swallowed up by them. She doesn’t matter… It's the act of reading, the pursuit of knowledge, that we should be focusing on. If you focus on her prettiness, well. You’re wrong. Or… no,” you nod your head, affirming your thoughts to yourself. “Not wrong. But you’re missing the point--looking at the painting via the surface only.”
There is a heavy silence that follows. And you know you’ve spoken out of turn, and you wait for him to ask you to leave for being rude and combative.
Because Tserriednich is looking very seriously at the painting. Studying it. And then he is looking down at you, and something shifts in his expression. It’s so subtle, that if you weren’t always hyper aware of little details, you might have missed it. He looked at the painting with reverence, analysis, with a keen eye--and now he looks at you like a particularly troublesome thing that doesn’t quite fit. Did you talk too much? Too little? Or maybe you just came on too strong. It wouldn’t be the first time.
“Sorry,” you mumble, eyes downcast. “I get a little carried away sometimes when it comes to art.”
“Art is your passion,” he says, and it’s not exactly a question. He’s looking you up and down in a way that feels too familiar. It makes you feel like the woman in the painting. You wish you didn’t leave your cardigan in your car--your shoulders feel exposed.
He huffs out a sigh, and whatever heaviness was there seems to lighten a little.
“The manuscript, then?” He nods in the direction of an open doorway to your left, and you follow him, eyes darting here and there to take in more of the art in the room. “What do you plan to do with your degree?”
“I want to publish,” you tell him. “I’ve got so many thoughts I want to share with the world.” You look around the library you’ve been led into, and it’s hard not to gape here, too. More art, shelves and shelves of books… and doors. Including a rather unusual door with a hefty electronic lock on the side. Something even more priceless than the paintings on the walls, perhaps?
While he heads off to a shelf, presumably to grab the manuscript you came all this way to see, you can’t help but take a peek at the book laid out on an ornate desk near the window.
“The Phenomenology of Spirit?”
He returns from the shelves, and there’s nothing in his hands, but you’re too distracted to really give it much thought. He has something like amusement on his face, and you know it all too well. He thinks you don’t know what you’re looking at and he will condescendingly explain it--in big or short words, time will only tell--to you.
“It’s by--”
“Hegel,” you interrupt. “I know. I’ve read it.”
This time, when his eyebrows raise, there is no annoyance but something much simpler. Curiosity mingled with a bit of disbelief.
You find that you like it. Who doesn’t love surprising someone arrogant, after all?
Your fingers trace over the cover--and you can see him bristle, out of the corner of your eye, and it’s only your inherent good nature that wills you to take your hands off his book.
“The spirit is never at rest but always engaged in ever progressive motion, in giving itself a new form.”
“And?” You can’t shake the feeling, when he looks at you, that he’s sizing you up. Maybe it’s a test to see if you’re worthy of reading the manuscript or something ridiculous like that.
You shrug. “I prefer Rousseau.” You don’t wait for him to respond to continue, reciting one of your favorite Rousseau lines. “Life is not breath, but action, the use of our senses, our mind, our faculties, every part of ourselves which makes us conscious of our being.”
He hums, and perhaps there’s something akin to approval in it, but doesn’t say anything more. And then he turns, gesturing towards the myriad of art pieces around you.
“What do you think of my collection?”
Honesty is not always the best policy, and you’d hate to be rude. His collection is expensive, sure. But that doesn’t mean it’s something you find particularly worthwhile.
“It’s… nice.”
“Nice?” He scoffs, and there’s another moment where you think he’s going to tell you to leave. But instead he looks down on you again, disdain mingled with seemingly genuine interest. “Explain.”
“I... can't say I see the appeal,” you offer. You don’t want him to make you leave, but--you get the feeling lying would be somewhere worse. You glance at the works, and think about the ones you saw in the other room.
“Most of them are so lofty, big, symbolic. Famous events.” You shrug, and try to meet his eyes, but something about him makes you want to look away. He’s too analytical. Like you’re an object or painting yourself, and he’s not sure if he finds you artistic enough to frame or deems you better left in storage.
“I find works depicting ordinary life to be far more worthwhile. Anyone can paint a scene from mythology, but…” You think back to the woman reading, to your favorite paintings depicting simple scenes. “Life's little moments? I find them more valuable than anything. The promise or disappointments of life, captured on canvas.”
You expect him to look angry when you’re finished, but instead he looks amused. He smiles.
“That’s cute. You don’t see the bigger picture in any of it, do you?”
It’s your turn to bristle now. “Excuse me?”
“It can’t be helped.” He’s too close to you now, and his hand reaches out and catches your chin. You find yourself blushing, terrified, and flattered at once. “It’s not in your nature to see the big picture. It’s simply impossible.. Not without someone superior instructing you, although even then, I’m not sure you'll be able to do more than parrot what I tell you...”
He turns your head from side to side, like you’re some sort of prize at the market. Finally, he speaks with a sense of decision. Only you don’t know what decision he’s made, and it makes your stomach turn. “Yes. I want to see more from you. I think you’ll be… transcendent.”
You get the nerve to jerk away just as he lets go of your chin. His words barely register with your heart hammering in your chest. “I don’t know what you mean.”
He ignores you. Instead, he turns, and walks toward that elegant door with the strange combination lock on it. “I have another collection.” There’s a thickness to his voice--a terrible anticipation. “I want your opinion on it.”
Your feet refuse to move. You know, somehow, that whatever is behind that door is not something you want to see. So you’ll decline. Easy as that, right? This really was a silly decision, to come here, to some eccentric art collector’s hotel room.
“I… think I’ll pass.” You swallow hard and tight. “In fact, I think I’ll get going.” Your legs seemingly gain the ability to move again, and you take a step backward. “I’ll try my chances at the museum again. I don’t want to waste your time. But thank you--”
He turns--just turns, a little, and stares at you with an expression that pins you to the floor.
He leans his head back a little, staring at the ceiling and cracking a smile. “It’s inevitable. It’s not like you can help it, right? You are what you are, even if you aren’t a complete waste.”
He finally does cross the room, and grips your upper arm with an ease that leaves you gasping.
“What--” Your legs do find the will to move, but you can’t get anywhere. Struggling doesn’t even budge him, and it’s like you can feel a hole burning in your stomach as uncertainty and realization of a bad situation flood into your senses all at once. You force your voice to stay steady, force your breath to come in slow. “I-I’d like to go, please.”
He doesn’t let you go. All he does is sigh and shake his head.
“Lucky you. That degree isn’t entirely useless. You’re much better than the others from this city.” A frown, to himself more than to you. He mumbles something, you can’t be sure what--you only hear the words shoulders and books and Rousseau. “But you need to be corrected on some things before I can be sure what to do with you.”
You think, as he pulls you toward the room with the combination lock, that you’d have been better off staying at the museum.
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