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𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤
Pines family x platonic!reader
WC: 1109
Requested by: @kiyomi-uchiha777
Request: what if Bill because this dude is a psycho kills of sister reader after someone or something that made him angry. And what would be the reaction of the characters. Especially when being protective siblings before now losingey little sister
A/N: holy crap I haven't written anything in AGES, anyway, hope you enjoy this, also this will stray from canon a bit but ill try keep it as accurate as possible x
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Bill held you tightly in-between his fingers, Mabel and Dipper clutched tightly in his others. You writhed and struggled but could not free yourself. You heard the desperate pleas of your great-uncles below you. You and your younger siblings attempted to free yourselves but the harder you tried to escape from Bill's grasp, the tighter he held onto you. Eventually, you and your siblings came to the realisation that you were not going to be freed without Bill freeing you himself. Your heart raced, your thoughts ran wild, your body was shaking intensely. The sound of your breathing picking up was only known to you, the shouts of your uncles drowning it out. Every sound inside your head came to an abrupt halt when the booming voice that belonged to Bill sounded throughout the room.
"I've got the kids~~~"
His voice had a hint of teasing to it, it made you feel nauseous. The look of horror that flashed across your uncles' faces caused hot tears to well up in your eyes.
"I think im gonna kill one of them now, just for the heck of it!"
The last part of that sentence seemed to cause time to stop. No, he couldn't do that, could he? The horrifying realisation hit you, at least one of the Pines' children would be dead in less than a minutes time.
No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No
Surely, he's just bluffing? He's trying to scare us, right? Your head whipped around to look at your dear brother and sister. Their expressions mirrored yours exactly.
None of you could live without one another. Especially the twins, how would Mabel be able to live without her twin brother there to warn and protect her from dangers she was too naïve to spot? How would Dipper live without his twin sister there to remind him to not overwork himself, to live in a better way? No, neither of them could live like that. But, could they live without you?
You squinted your eyes when a blinding, red light flashed throughout the room. The source of it was Bill's eye.
"Eeny. Meenie. Miny."
Symbols flashed each time a word fell from his mouth, each representing you and your siblings. First, a pine tree. Second, a shooting star. Thirdly, an angel. You were given the angel as your symbol since you were seen as the guardian angel of your siblings.
Perhaps that's why he stopped on you.
Symbols were no longer flashing, one stayed. The guardian angel. He was going to kill you. In less than a minute, you would be dead. You had no time to react before Bill snapped his finger and then,
you were dead.
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Mabel and Dipper were dropped to the floor, along with your lifeless corpse. The sound of Stan and Ford's shouts rang throughout the room. Once they had recovered from the fall, Mabel and Dipper rushed to your body. Your eyes were closed, you looked so peaceful, so perfect. How could you look so perfect in a situation where its so far from perfect? Sobs fell from Mabels lips, throwing herself onto your body. Her big sister, gone forever. Dipper fell to his knees, too shocked to formulate a sentence or even a reaction. His face was blank as his chest rise and fell faster and faster, his breathing picking up rapidly. Screams and cries from Stan and Ford echoed around the room as their cage disappeared. They ran over to you faster than ever, falling to their knees the same way Dipper had.
No. No. No. How could he do such a thing? Why, why her? Why not Ford? Why not Stan? Why (Y/N)? Suddenly, a group of the townsfolk burst through the entrance, Bill too busy laughing at the sorrow he caused to notice such things. Fiddleford held the Quantum Distabiliser and fired it at Bill. Bill's form evaporated as all the weirdness surrounding everybody disappeared with Bill too. Everything was back to normal. Except, (Y/N) was gone.
The Pines' family found themselves in the woods. They ran, ran, and ran until they found your body. You were laying in a meadow, flowers surrounding your corpse, almost poetically. They fell beside your body and stared.
How could they possibly tell your parents their sweet, beloved daughter was just gone? How can they continue on, knowing that you're never going to come back? Knowing that they will never get to spend another moment in your lively presence? All they could do was cry, cry, cry.
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Weeks had passed and your parents had come to Gravity Falls for your funeral. They saw it fitting you be buried here, where you spent the best summer of your life. The whole town had come in support. They hosted the funeral in that same meadow they found you in. Due to the grief, when they found you, the fact that you loved this meadow and went there almost daily slipped their mind. They found a swing you had crafted yourself on one of your trips here and surrounded it with flowers.
They buried you in that same spot they found you in, the same spot where they found you laying there with such a peaceful expression it almost made everything seem okay again.
After the funeral, the twins would visit that same spot constantly. Mabel would lay next to where you were buried and ramble about all her troubles for hours, knowing you'd be listening. Dipper would sit on the other side and write in his journal. After your passing, he had almost dedicated his journal to you. About how pretty, smart, caring and amazing you were in your life. Once he had finished his first journal about you, he dug up a small hole a few feet above where your coffin laid, and buried it there. To Dipper, he believed that burying it there would almost be like gifting it to you in the afterlife.
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It had been years since your passing, all the Pines' still missed you dearly though. Not a day went by when they didn't think of you and your kind heart. Stan laid in his hospital bed, his health had been declining over those past few months. Mabel and Dipper sat beside him, the same way they did when you had died. He was dying, fast. They cried as they said their goodbyes, knowing he'd be gone soon. He assured them they'd be okay before taking his last breath. He reopened his eyes, looking towards the twins. Why couldn't they see him with his eyes open? Why were they still crying?
As he wondered these things, he saw a pale blue light in the corner, it was you.
"Long time no see Grunkle Stan."
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A/N: SOBBING RN. also sorry if this isn't that great, i haven't written anything in a while but I still hope you enjoy! xx
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HAHAHAHA REMEMBER I SAID I WAS GONNA MAKE GRAVITY FALLS CONTENT?
Well here's a very short one-shot.
Rated T for descriptions of making out
Stanford PinesXReader
'False Hope'
"You know, I think about kissing you a lot."
Ford was startled from his book at your sudden declaration and his eyes snapped to your face as he blinked, trying to process what exactly you said. He wasn't successful.
"Er, apologies, I must have misunderstood. What did you say?"
"I said, 'I think about kissing you'. Often." You repeated without preamble.
"... Is that a joke?" He asked in a doubtful tone.
"Not at all. Would you be opposed to it?"
Ford gulped, feeling his face grow hot under your gaze. You had some of the prettiest eyes he'd ever seen, and he was only fooling himself to say that he'd never thought about you that way.
Embarrassingly, he found his mouth dry as he tried to reply coherently.
"I uh, wouldn't, um… no."
You scooted a little closer to him, and Ford felt his heart pound in his ears at your sudden proximity. Your eyes drifted to his lips, and he heard himself swallow obnoxiously loud.
"...May I?" Your voice murmured softly.
He couldn't bring himself to speak again, so he nodded. His skin tingled as he felt your fingers caress the underside of his chin, drawing him close.
Your lips brushed against him in such a gentle motion, he found himself leaning a little closer. He couldn't have imagined how soft your lips really were, nor how sweet your breath would feel on his face.
The moment felt like it stretched into eternity, and yet, it ended all too soon as you pulled back, looking at him with a dreamy expression.
"Was that ok?"
"Very. Yes. I…" Ford wasn't sure where it came from, but suddenly, he was holding your face in his hands, kissing you again and eagerly pressing you for more.
Your voice hummed sensually and he shuddered as he felt your lips part before a soft, wet surface lightly stroked over his bottom lip.
It was an invitation, one he accepted with avarice as he opened his mouth.
The warmth of your mouth was an incredible experience, and he explored you eagerly. You indulged him as he tasted you, allowing his tongue to roam freely as he angled your face to the side. You were so warm, sweet, and the contrasting textures of your tongue and teeth were nothing short of addicting.
For a moment, Ford felt as if he was drowning in you, completely taken in like a fish caught on a hook, and his lungs burned as he reluctantly pulled back, breathing heavily while he looked into your hazy eyes. His cheeks were red and hot to the touch, his hands trembled against your face as he affectionately swept his thumbs over your cheekbones.
"I take it that you really liked that?"
Your lips pulled into a teasing smile and he gave a short, awkward laugh.
"Er, sorry, I uh, got carried away." He said sheepishly.
"I didn't mind at all, Ford. Thanks for letting me kiss you."
"Um… you're welcome?" His voice was flustered and he shyly let you go as he looked away in embarrassment. You touched his shoulder and squeezed it affectionately.
"If you liked it, you're welcome to kiss me any time. I wouldn't mind."
"R-really? But… why?"
"Well… the thing is, I really like you-"
8~8~8~8~8~
Ford's eyes snapped open and he gave a soft groan.
"Damn it." He growled. Another dream of you… this was unacceptable. He knew how unlikely and impossible it was that he would ever have such a relationship with you and besides that, he treasured his friendship with you too much to ruin it with such a selfish desire… and yet, that didn't stop him from dreaming of you like this; touching your face, kissing your mouth, holding your hands without fear of a negative reaction…. Like disgust.
He almost preferred his nightmares of rejection because at least they reminded him of the reality of his situation instead of imbuing him with false hope.
As he lay in the dark, looking up at the ceiling, he gave a short, bitter laugh, covering his eyes with his hand.
"You're a damn fool." He muttered softly to himself.
#Gravity Falls#fanfiction#one-shot#Ford Pines#ford pines x reader#making out#kissing#pining#angst#it was just a dream#reader is meant to be female but there's no pronouns used in this#I'm not normal about Ford#no specific timeline for this
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Good Grief
TW: Major angst, death, implied suicide, a lot more probably, loss of a close family member. Please do not read this if you think it will be triggering to you. If I have missed anything here PLEASE inform me as soon as possible.
Stan twins x littlesister!deceased!reader | Platonic (obviously | Good Grief - Bastille | NOT MY GIFS
WC: 1179
Shut my eyes and count to ten. It goes in one ear out the other, one ear out the other. Burning bright right till the end
The twins ran back to the pawn shop they called their home with all the speed their teenage bodies could muster, worry and adrenaline making them much faster than usual. The two twins had heard all the murmurs and mutters that had circulated around the small town they lived in that were revolved around one member of the Pines’ family. (Y/N) Pines. Little sister to Stanley and Stanford Pines. Daughter to Filbrick and Caryn Pines. Friend and acquaintance to many of the townsfolk.
All these whispers had sent the boys into a panic. They rushed home the second they heard one of them. It couldn’t be true. No, it’s their sister. Their cheerful, adorable, tiny, little sister. It’s not true. It can’t be... can it? They reached the small, pawn shop and rushed up the stairs to their home above the crappy, old store. Ford reached for the door handle, but hesitated. Stanley usually would’ve just shoved my him at this point, opening the door himself. Strangely, the boy took no action, seemingly dreading having to behold the sight of their sisters absence.
Ford knew he had to open the door. He couldn’t just walk away as though nothing had happened. He counted to ten in his head, attempting to mentally prepare both him and his twin for whatever information they’d learn when they burst through the door. With a shaking hand, he reluctantly turned the door knob, causing the door to quietly creak open. They entered, quickly realising what they had heard was true. There, sat on the couch, was their mother and father. This would be normal, however, they were crying. Hell, not crying, sobbing. They were holding each other tightly, whispers and murmurs of their daughter’s name falling from their lips unsteadily. They looked up at the boys with bloodshot, puffy eyes. Their mother sniffled before their father began to speak.
“St-Stanley...St-Stanford... y-your sister... sh-she.....”
He was cut off unexpectedly by his weeping wife.
“She’s dead...”
She sobbed out, beginning to cry even harder. The twins felt dizzy. This couldn’t be possible. They had heard it all over town but still so desperately hoped that they were wrong. They’d heard it from so many different sources yet still hoped that somehow they were mistaken. Somehow they had mistaken their loving sister for somebody else and she was still alive and well, sitting in her bedroom doing her homework while listening to her favourite music. Still happy and alive like she was before they left, at least they thought she was happy...
They couldn’t even gather any words. Their minds were racing so fast each and every question and thought that rushed through their heads were quickly interrupted by another, then another, then another until all that was going through their heads was a frenzy of jumbled questions and words that were unable to fall from their chapped lips, not matter how hard they tried to force them to. Their hands shook viciously by their sides. The sounds of sobbing, small murmurs and mutters and the boys’ heavy breathing echoed in the room, (Y/N)’s absence having such a great affect that had never occurred to any of the Pines’.
They never knew that they’d have to say goodbye to her so soon, they never knew she wasn’t going to outlive them as they originally thought. The Pines’ parents were already in their mid-forties to early fifties and Stanley and Ford were seventeen, whereas you were only fifteen when your final breath was stolen from you. It wasn’t fair. It shouldn’t have been you. You were so sweet, so caring, so adoring. It wasn’t fair. It just was not fair.
Now you'll be missing from the photographs, missing from the photographs.
It was time. The day every single member of the Pines had been dreading. Yet they knew it was time. They had to change the picture above their mantelpiece. At that point in time, it had been a family photo.
The photo in question captured: Caryn, Filbrick, Stanley, Stanford and (Y/N), the children sitting on their sofa, wide grins proudly displayed on their faces. Stan and Ford had their arms hooked around their younger sister, while she sat in the middle. Their parents stood behind the couch with their father having his arm slung around their mother’s waist with a firm expression whilst his wife’s displayed a much softer and far more joyful one - nowhere near as joyful as their children’s expressions, though.
The photograph brought back dear memories, their sister's giggles, their father's insistence of the three of them to settle down and, of course, the ability to hold (Y/N). But they knew it was time, they couldn't keep the photo there. It would simply cause misery and bring back traumatic memories.
The family gathered around the sofa, sending them all into a state of deja vu. They tried to shake it off quickly, concentrating on what they were doing, attempting to numb the pain. The two boys sat in the middle of the sofa, fake smiles on their faces. Their parents sat either side of their children, their mother beside Stanley and their father beside Stanford. Their sister's absence seemed to become more and more apparent by the second. Filbrick kept his stern, emotionless expression, Caryns demeanour had changed since the previous photo though... Instead of a warm, motherly, sincere smile, she displayed the smallest of a forced smile. Their children were looking at the small gap between them. The gap their sister would usually squeeze into.
Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers. In my thoughts you're far away and you are whistling the melody, whistling the melody.
It was the day of the funeral. The boys were a wreck. Everyone was, in all honesty. Filbrick wore his sunglasses to hide his glossy eyes, while their mother made no attempt at hiding her sadness. She lost her baby girl. She was inconsolable. Stan and Ford couldn't even cry. They were broken, the loss of their sister physically and mentally broke them. They just felt.. empty without her. She was a ray of sunshine, that one good thing that happens at the end of a horrible day, a smile in a crowd of frowns. She didn't deserve this, she was such a sweet girl. As their friends and family gathered, the ceremony came to a start. Their father and the twins carried the coffin, alongside their grandfather and a close friend of yours. They placed the coffin down and took their seats. Ford covered his eyes, watching through his fingers.
He couldn't do it. He needed her. Why did she have to leave them so so early?
That wasn't how it was meant to be. It was meant to be just the three of them. Stan, Ford and (Y/N) that's how it had always been. Just the three of them. Only then did it dawn on Ford, that it was just him and Stan now. No more seeing your cheerful grin that could light up a room. Just you, lying still in a coffin, surrounded by flowers with an unmoving face, stuck in a permanent look of sorrow. He closed the gaps between his fingers, no longer being able to bear looking at the girl who had once been so energetic and joyful.
Crystallizing clear as day. Oh, I can picture you so easily, picture you so easily
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II Most Wanted Pt.I: And I don't know what you're doin' tonight…
Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup"
Summary: The feeling and flashbacks you get when you saw your high school boyfriend Jake Syverson at your 20 year reunion was quite the unexpected twist in your orderly life.
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, Angst, pining, body image issues, flashbacks, horny teenagers doing horny things (over 18 tho) heavy petting, fingering, mentions of teen pregnancy, mentions of breakups, teenage mean girl behavior, the Powerpuff Girls, old automobiles, mentions of drug abuse and difficult childhoods, 20 year high school reunion, drinking, swearing. Explicit description of sex acts. Read at your own risk. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.
A/N: This is the first installment of II Most Wanted. This is also my first fic in nearly half a year. If you like it, please reblog and comment.
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June 2024
The visceral reactions started as soon as you entered the parking lot. There it was, Sy’s 1978 white Ford Bronco. Not thinking, you pulled into the space right in front of it, wanting to look inside. You almost lost it when you saw the old charm hanging from the rear view mirror. You couldn’t believe he still had that.
Especially with everything that happened since you put it there.
April 2004
“I claim this ancient truck as my throne!”
You were lit and in love, parked with Sy at the lookout. You were also silly and giggly from smoke and hormones.
“Mmmmm, careful Buttercup.”
Your boyfriend growled in your ear, making you shiver against him. His attempt at menace was thwarted by the smile you felt against your neck, where he was busy marking you up, a sure sign later for everyone to know who you belonged to.
Sy was known for making bloody the face of those who expressed hate for his beloved Betty Bronco. But you had him whipped.
“It’s a classic, but I’ll let that slide...”
He wished that you would let him slide, but you were adamant that you weren’t ready to be a parent. He was adamant that that didn’t have to be the outcome, but beneath the red blooded country boy was a gentleman. Sy would never do anything you didn’t want to, not that it stopped him from trying to convince you to admit that you in fact, wanted it as much as he did.
He wasn’t wrong.
You sighed as you placed the Powerpuff Girl necklace you got from Hot Topic on Sy’s rearview as you sat on his lap, giving him a treat. He had you in his grip by the hips and he was subtly moving you against his boner. The attraction between you two was heady, and he almost got what he wanted plenty of times. But you were a romantic and wanted it to be special. You promised him prom night, and Sy couldn’t wait.
“..Driving me crazy, Baby. You can put anything on my rear view as long as you let me get your rear view in the back seat….”
You giggled.
“You’re so corny, Sy.”
You whispered as you turned your head and kissed him over your shoulder.
“Hmmmm. And you’re so sweet.”
Sy’s sea blue eyes gazed at you as he licked his lips.
He was crazy for you. And you were for him. You felt it. And you just knew you’d be together forever. You grinned as you climbed over him into the back seat. Didn’t hurt to fool around a little, even if you weren’t gonna give him the p that night.
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You shook out of the memory as a warm June breeze whipped your short skirt around your thighs. You pulled on the yellow and white designer dress as you contemplated driving back to your hotel and changing. This dress was not a good idea. The triumphant feeling of serving looks when you appraised yourself in the mirror was replaced with anxiety. The dress was too short and you were not the same size you were in high school. Thighs you considered pretty and thick in the mirror just an hour ago seemed massive and you tugged at the deep plunge of the neckline without a bra.
You sighed as you tried to center yourself. You told yourself that you were growing out of negative self talk, especially in the last seven years since your divorce. You were reminded of your promise to never care about the, male gaze again. It just wasn’t worth it.
But you hadn’t been under Jacob Syverson’s gaze in 20 years.
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Sy posted up at the bar, blue eyes taking in the scene of his former classmates reuniting. He downed his two fingers of Maker’s Mark and asked for another. His heart rate was up as he scanned the room, eyes going back to the door again and again. He was waiting for you. No use in denying it to himself. He wanted to see you again, and more. It was his one objective. An objective he was unsure of attaining.
He was more nervous about being in a hotel ballroom tonight than in Afghanistan.
Christ, he felt like that 17 year old kid again who first laid eyes on you.
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August, 2003
Sy knew what he wanted the moment he saw your face.
You stopped the world when you first stepped into his British Literature class the first day of senior year. He was seated and talking with his best friend and wide receiver, Jeremy Atkins, when the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He let the conversation about which route they should run at the scrimmage that afternoon slip as his eyes lighted on your face. You were anxious, but trying not to let it show. Those eyes held fire, and your lips…
…well your lips besides being everything he dreamt of, he just knew the words that came out of your lips would light someone up as well. He could tell you had spirit by the way you carried yourself.
Your hair was wild and shoulder length, bangs swept aside for vision, and you couldn’t hide that body under your baggy clothes. He lasered in on the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath your graphic tee, and power that the strip of skin between your shirt and your baggy jeans was not lost on him. He was a 17 year old male, after all.
Sy shifted in his seat as he leaned back and grinned to himself when you scanned the room, glaring at anyone who looked askance. He tapped his pencil on the desk to try to get your attention but you just ignored him as the group of seatless students surrounding you dwindled. You were left alone under the scrutiny of soulless cretins, otherwise known as teenagers.
You gave each one brazen enough to stare at you a side eye, but you stopped when you finally noticed Sy smirking at you. You stuck your tongue out at him, causing him to choke on a chuckle.
Becca Ferguson, Sy’s girlfriend, kicked him in the leg after noticing that not only Sy, but Jeremy were openly staring at you. Shit, he’d forgotten about her. He caught the way her eyes cut over to you, and he knew what came next. He tried to distract her with a flip of the shelf of his blown out curls and a smile, something that had worked many times before.
But you were a threat to Becca now; she had to do something about you.
You raised your head high as you walked to the seat that Mrs.Beatty pointed out. You passed down the aisle between Sy and Becca, who scrunched up her face as if she smelled something bad. Sy got a whiff of you and you smelled divine, like that Sweet Pea bath gel stuff that he played off sniffing when he went to the mall with Becca.
His head turned.
Becca glared at him and he turned toward the front of the room, where the teacher had started to pass out the syllabus.
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June 2024
Just like lunch on the first day of school at Central High all those years ago, Carla and Tiffani engulfed you and took you under their wings when you walked into the Marriott, the venue for your reunion. They crowed over you; your hair, your dress, your glow. You forgot any anxiety that you were feeling about how you looked. These were your best friends. Your Bubbles and Blossom.
These women filled the gaping place in your heart torn open from attending 10 different schools from K-12, following your mother’s loves and whims when she didn’t take her meds, or when she self-medicated. They were your soul sisters. And you still kept in touch even though distance separated you.
Carla had that grin on her face while Tiffani expressed her excitement that you were in town.
“Girl! I am so glad that you made it!”
Tiffani was the gentle one.
“Yeah, I owe Tiff a c-note, because I was sure you’d chicken out.”
Carla laughed at you while you scowled at her.
Tiffani tskd at her bestie, and took your arm while Carla took the other and they ushered you through the doors of the ballroom.
“Well, she has a new job in town and everything, she had to come.”
“Yeah, she had to come to town, but coming tonight is a wholeeee different story.”
You laughed.
“I don’t have the job yet, Tiff. Interview is Monday. And why wouldn’t I come tonight?”
The familiar banter was back, as if 20 years was no matter at all between you and your girls.
You heard someone clear their throat behind you and Carla peered over her shoulder and then smirked at you. She jerked her head back.
“Because of that.”
You looked over your shoulder, smiling right before your stomach dropped.
There was Jake Syverson, all grown up, and staring at you as if all this time hadn’t happened.
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Sy saw you enter the ballroom and he almost wanted to run away. Being in country on a dangerous mission was nothing compared to the thought of actually facing you again.
At least he was trained for war.
Love was another thing entirely.
He took a deep breath as he focused on you. You had always been beautiful, but now, as a grown woman, you were absolutely gorgeous. Your hair was sleek and your face was perfectly beat with makeup that accentuated your natural beauty. You were glowing and that smile was…everything.
As he leaned on the bar and scanned the rest of your body in that dress, he took another drink. Sy indeed felt 18 again, because his body was reacting as if he were a randy teenager. Your body was everything he remembered, and more. More of everything he remembered loving and lusting over 20 years ago.
“Damn.”
He said it out loud and the bartender replied.
“Agreed, Brother.”
Sy looked at the young man admiring you who couldn’t be over 25, and threw down some money.
“Watch it, kid.”
That little bit of jealousy fueled Sy’s bravado, and he found the courage to step to you.
—--
You froze like a deer in headlights.
Over the years, you imagined seeing him again, in all different kinds of scenario, and you thought you could handle it, but the reality of the situation just about knocked you on your ass. Time stopped as you stared at him.
Sy was more handsome with age, if that was possible. His eyes, his shoulders, his hair! His gorgeous curls were short and a shock of hair was growing from his chin. Your body reacted as your traitorous brain instantly thought of how his beard would feel on certain parts of your body. He looked good in a suit, but he was massive. You had on heels, but Sy seemed bigger than you remembered. He wasn’t the lithe high school quarterback you remembered.
You unconsciously walked closer.
He was taller.
But he was also huge: bigger muscles, thicker limbs; his body seemed more powerful all the way around.
Heaven help you.
And the way he was looking at you as if he still owned you, as if all everything that happened hadn’t happened. As if all these years…
Your arms went out to Carla and Tiff beside you for some support, but they were gone, and you stumbled a bit. Sy grabbed your arm quickly as you laughed to play it off.
“Hey Buttercup. You good?”
Goodness, his voice!
How could that damn drawl be deeper and sexier than you remembered? And his touch on your skin felt familiar, yet strange, like a touch from a dream. What was happening to you?
“I need a drink.”
Sy was silent for a bit as you got your drink and had a sip. The way you licked your lips made him want to fall to his knees and beg.
—--
May 2004
“Please, please, please Buttercup. Just let me put the tip in. I promise I won’t move. It wouldn’t really be doing it…”
Sy was whispering in your ear and you were mute, waiting to hear more as your pussy pulsed in your jeans, the grind against his crotch delicious torture.
“I dream about it, Buttercup. I feel you, Baby. So fucking wet for me. I just know that it would feel so, so so good. I’d slip right in.”
It was midnight on your 18th birthday and you were in the Bronco, letting Sy feel you up under your panties for the first time. Your head was thrown back and your eyes rolled at how good it felt. You didn’t know how you would hold out. But it was just three weeks until Prom.
You were sat on his lap and he had one hand down your jeans and one up your shirt.
He pistoned his hips up, causing your back to arch against his chest. You could feel his heart beating a mile a minute.. Sy’s voice lowered to a whisper.
“‘M Gonna taste my fingers, Buttercup. Watch.”
You opened your eyes as Sy pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth. You whined when he closed his eyes and moaned. You throbbed. It had never been like this before.
“You are so delicious… Need more…”
Sy pushed his hand back down into your pants to get you to do that arch again. It sent him feral to see that for some reason.
His fingers found the source and circled it, causing your body to tense up and your fingers to grab his arms.
“Oh my god! Sy!”
You’d come close to this feeling before just grinding with him on the back seat, but this was incomparable.
Your fingernails sunk into his forearms, creating marks for sure. This fueled him even more as he continued his ministrations at your core. He toyed beneath your bra and your mouth opened to seek oxygen as the feeling in your belly continued to tune you to a fever pitch.
“Yes…. Baby….. fuck… You gonna cum on my lap?”
“Hunnnh, hunnh, hunnnh!”
“You’re so fucking hot… I’m about to jizz in my pants… cum for me, Baby…”
Sy grinded against your bottom, and you stiffened while the world’s most wonderful feeling washed over you. You cried out as Sy pinched your nipple and you came, feeling as if the Bronco was caught up in the Wizard of Oz Twister. The world was certainly now in color when you could open your eyes.
Sy held you, watching your beautiful face as you pouted and came back to earth. When you did, your smile was worth all the gold in the world to him. He kissed your temple and slipped his hand out of your pants, sucking your juices off of them again.
You were about to jump him, but Sy interrupted your thought.
“Now that you’ve got a preview of Prom night, let’s get you home, Buttercup. Gotta get your beauty sleep for the festivities later on tonight.”
—-
Sy cleared his throat after staring at you silently for a solid three minutes. The way you licked your lips clean and focused on him was some powerful magic.
“So. How have you been, Sy? How is the family?”
You tried to keep any bitterness out of your voice. The fact that Becca Spurgeon ruined your prom (and your relationship with Sy) by announcing that she was pregnant with Sy’s baby after she was crowned Prom Queen and he Prom King was something you’d tried to get over for 20 years.
Sy straightened up and looked over your shoulder. You glanced in that direction to see Carla and Tiffani hovering protectively.
“Well, now Buttercup, that’s a long story. I know you want to hang with your friends. And I don’t know what you’re doin’ later tonight, but I would like to go somewhere quiet and talk about it.”
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Glue Song (Pt. 2)
summary: you meet rooster and jake doesn’t know how to feel about it.
pairing: jake seresin x female reader
warnings: brief mention of death
a/n: more pining, friends to lovers, fluff x angst, rooster x hangman moment (?). part 3 comes next..!
word count: 2.2k
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Jake doesn’t know what gets on his nerves more.
The fact that Javy insisted to go help you grab more cookies from the kitchen, leaving him to brood in his seat alone or the fact that he’s been painfully watching Rooster struggle to squeeze his Bronco between your mini cooper and Jake’s very own Ford truck.
After a heated argument on which pilot should lend you a hand, Javy won on the basis that Jake should be the one to greet Rooster when he arrives. And so, Javy is able to escape the wrath of his seething friend with the most shiteating grin on his face as he got to follow you out back.
Replaying the scene back in his mind leaves Jake annoyed beyond belief, and now that he’s witnessing Rooster back out of the parking spot for the fifth time this evening, he feels his anger flare up even more.
Jake leans back in his seat, throwing his arms across his chest and watches his guest finally stroll through the front doors as if he’s not running late with another variation of his Hawaiin button up slung over his thick shoulders.
Rooster doesn’t know what to say as he carefully steps inside, spotting Hangman sitting by himself. He keeps a neutral expression on but doesn’t know what to make of his view. Hangman is waiting for him by a table of love-themed baked goods. He can't help but to imagine how Natasha would kick him in the balls laughing once he tells her what he’s currently seeing.
Rooster takes in Hangman’s appearance as he gets closer, bewildered that his hair is styled nicely, instead of being slicked back by five pounds of gel. And he can’t recall a time where he’s seen Hangman dressed so casually before. For the first time ever, he acknowledges that Jake looks pretty good.
As he takes his last step over towards the table, Rooster hesitantly speaks.
“Look man. I don’t know if you misunderstood what Mav said but—”
“Sit.” Jake asks through clenched teeth, peeved that Rooster would even assume he’d have any kind of romantic interest in him.
Though slightly horrified at the situation, Rooster obliges anyway—taking a seat, awkwardly adjusting himself in the tiny chair.
The sight was laughable. The two grown men were basically swallowing the small seats they sat in with an array of goodies displayed between them.
Jake looks across the table, his eyes silently trailing up and down Rooster’s body.
Rooster can’t tell if he’s trying to size him up or he’s simply curious about how many Hawaiian printed shirts he owns.
Both men clear their throats and flinch at their synced mannerism.
Before they get a chance to fester in an awkward silence together, Jake feels his phone ring repeatedly in his front pocket.
Jake immediately recognizes the unique text-tone he specifically set for your contact.
Rooster curiously watches Hangman, the man across from him practically shoves half his arm down his pants to grab his phone, a small smile replacing his previously annoyed expression.
Angel
Me and Javy are warming up the cookies now!!
Is that his truck out front???
I'm so excited Jack!!
We’re coming out soon I promose :))
His grin peers back at him in the reflection of his screen as he rereads your typos, you were so happy for him that you didn’t even bother to look over your own spelling.
“Who’s Jack? :(“ he quickly types out in response, shoving his phone back in his pocket.
Jake bunglingly shifts in his seat, attempting to find a comfortable position after realizing that Rooster had been watching him check his phone.
“Coyote is joining us in a bit, and my other friend too.” He speaks so fast Rooster would’ve never caught what he said if he wasn’t paying close attention.
“Oh, alright” he responds.
They both synchronously stare down at the food in front of them before making brief eye contact with each other.
Both men quickly retract their gaze, pretending to look around the shop–unsure if they want to make eye contact with one another again.
Rooster stares off in the direction of the kitchen and spots Coyote walking out, his head looking back over his shoulder to smile at a girl following closely behind him.
“Wait, watch where you’re going.” you draw back your smile, a worried look settling on your face as you kick at Javy’s ankle, alerting him to look ahead.
Pulled in by the sound of your voice, Jake quickly averts his eyes in your direction.
You and Javy are both wearing the new bear paw oven mitts he helped you pick out last weekend as you carry out red velvet cookies together.
He can’t ignore the way his throat tightens as you two make your way over.
Jake doesn’t know what’s gotten into him. He blinks to regain his composure, realizing that he spaced out so severely within the last few minutes that he didn't realize that you and Javy had already politely greeted Rooster and you had taken a seat next to him.
He drops his gaze down to your knee as it bounces nervously, unaware that your leg is slightly rubbing against the side of his jeans.
His eyes trail up to your face, and follows your line of sight. You’re eagerly staring down at the cookies you just put out with Javy, as the two pilots sitting across from you are engaged in friendly conversation.
“Try her stuff.” Jake speaks up, interrupting the conversation.
He quickly rams a cookie into his mouth with his right hand, as his left gently grabs your knee, halting you from giving yourself carpet burn from the way you were furiously rubbing against his denim pants.
Jake feels you look up at him appreciatively from his peripheral as he shovels a chocolate croissant into his already stuffed cheeks next, urging his fellow aviators to join him.
“Mmm so damn good,” he moans—closing his eyes, appreciating the way the chocolate swirls on his tongue.
“Yeah?’ Your shoulders shake, laughing at his reaction. Despite how many times he’s already tried your baking, Jake has never failed to display his enjoyment every time.
Rooster and Javy quickly reach for the closest treat as Jake shoots them a spine chilling look while you distracted yourself, trying to find a napkin from the empty table behind you.
Once you’re fully facing everyone again, you hand Jake his much needed napkin and place a napkin in front of everyone else too.
Javy thanks you by shooting a thumbs up at you since his mouth is full, and you Bradley shyly grins at your kind gesture.
Rooster then takes a big bite of one of your red velvet cookies and feels a wave of nostalgia hit him right in the chest.
“Oh wow. This is amazing,” he compliments you, wide eyed.
It tastes so much like his mother’s cookies that it makes his heart twinge.
“I don’t remember the last time I had something home-made. This is great,” he admits to the group with a smile.
Javy and Jake stills at his statement, knowing the reason why he hasn’t eaten anything home-made in awhile. The duo learned recently that his mother passed not long ago, and his father died in an accident involving Maverick while he was young.
“If you come around here I can whip up something for you. What do you like, Rooster?” you offer, lips pulled into a small smile.
Jake knows that you mean it too. It wasn’t just to make conversation or to distract from the topic—he can almost envision you keeping yourself past store hours to practice new recipes for Rooster.
“These cookies are great as is.” he returns your smile, appreciative that you didn’t attempt to pry or send him a look of pity he’s grown accustomed to receiving.
“How about you come around in the morning with Jake? Maybe it’ll count as bonding time to your boss.” you joke.
Jake feels himself choke on his croissant, Javy pushes a cup of water in his friend’s direction immediately.
Jake fervently nods his head no at your statement after clearing his throat with water.
“Jacob Daniel Seresin.” you scolded, appalled by his manners.
Bradley smiles watching the once cocky pilot he knew shrink in his seat like a kicked puppy as you stare him down.
“Sounds good.” Rooster agrees to watch Jake sulk further.
“Hey are you guys coming down to the Hard Deck next week? Phoenix convinced Penny to reserve the space for just the navy Friday night” Rooster suddenly brings up, picking up another cookie for himself.
“Oh. Yeah I’ll be there, what about you two?” Javy looks at you and Jake.
Jake can practically see the wheels in Javy’s head turning and he wants to splash the rest of his water on him to halt his scheming.
You bite down on your tongue, a nervous habit you could never rid yourself from. Jake has never really brung you around his friends, besides Javy and now Rooster. He knows you run on the introverted side, you’re comfortable meeting others in small intimate settings like this. But a bar–the Hard Deck? Full of boisterous members of the navy running on a couple beers? Jake even grows nervous for you.
“What do you say Hangman? We can have her as our plus one.” Javy offers, slightly provoking Jake.
He looks over at you, trying to decipher your expression but it's unreadable.
“If that's okay with you guys?” you combat his nervous stare with a smile, reaching down to play with his fingers that were currently splayed on your knee.
Jake relaxes a bit, feeling your fingers twist at his graduation ring–but the anxiety still sits at the back of his throat like bile.
You don’t want to disappoint Jake and rudely decline the invite. That was probably the last thing you wanted.
Who knows? Maybe you’ll have fun since Jake and Javy will be there. It’ll be nice to see Jake spend his weekend outside the walls of your apartment for once. You’ve been feeling guilty for keeping him inside so much, although he insisted there wasn't a place he’d rather be.
But you knew deep down, Jake was much more of a social butterfly than you were. He would thrive at a bar filled with people. Your chest warms, knowing that in a room full of others, Jake will always manage to shine and cast his presence onto everyone there like a mirrorball.
“I’ll take that as a yes” Javy grins as you both stare back at him.
Within the following days, Jake learns that he has to share his mornings before work with both you and Rooster.
He tries his best to be civil, making small talk with the two of you but he can’t help but to feel like he was kicked to the curb. His involvement in conversations grows less and less by the day, yet this doesn’t go unnoticed by you. You’ve attempted to pull Jake aside a few times but he insists that he and Rooster are already running late to base–leaving you defeated as you watch him walk past customers and make a beeline for the exit. You know there’s something clearly bothering him and you grow increasingly worried, watching him retract from you like this.
Unbeknownst to you, Jake has the same worried feeling weighing down on him.
Everyday, as you speak to Rooster–Jake takes the time to study your face, admiring your features, trying to commit them to memory–worried that one day he won’t get to see your face as often anymore. He feels his heart sink the second he looks over to Rooster and sees that the brunette has the same admiration for you in his eyes.
The feeling grows worse by the second–and Jake is unsure of what to do with himself.
You even tried to talk about it with him–but for some reason-Jake uses every excuse in the book to avoid the problem. Jake Seresin, a man who thrives off the thrill of confrontation can’t fathom the idea of having a possibly confrontational conversation with you. All because he doesn’t want to hear about what you think about Rooster. He doesn’t want to hear an ounce of praise for the man to leave your lips. He doesn’t want to learn that you grew close with Rooster like how you’ve grown close with him. It’s better if he doesn’t know anything, that would hurt less.
This morning he finds himself standing next to Rooster, dozing off as the mustached man animatedly speaks to you, his muscled body leaned over the counter you worked behind. The scene in front of him makes him feel so nauseous that he hasn’t even made an attempt to taste his latte, afraid that he won’t be able to stomach it.
“Jake?” you softly called out to him, pulling him out of his haze.
He looks up from his coffee and meets your stare from across the counter, he sees you bite down on your tongue–a nervous habit of yours. He feels even more sick.
“Am I still coming over to your place on Friday to get ready with you?” you look up at him hesitantly, afraid he’ll deny your request.
He feels guilt coat the roof of his mouth. You looked so scared to speak to him.
“Yeah I’ll see you Friday, Angel,” he assures you.
Your heart twists sadly at the term of endearment.
“And we’ll talk then?” you ask.
“We’ll talk then,” he reiterates.
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𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.
bestfriend!eddie x fem!reader
✶ Dreams were meant to die in small towns like Hawkins. No amount of hours bleeding on the balance beam would pull you out of poverty and turn you into the gymnastics star your mother wanted. Some days, when it was just you and Eddie hanging out in the field behind his trailer, or in his room; it didn't matter. But, one day, an opportunity presented itself, and it's one Eddie would never forget. Nor forgive. ✶
NSFW — angst, eventual smut, best friends to enemies to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, drug/alcohol mention/use, disordered eating by proxy of parent, depictions of poverty
chapter: 1/15 [wc: 2.7k]
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Chapter 1: Eddie's Favorite Memory
——1979——
Alone in his room, Eddie plucked the worn strings of his cheap acoustic guitar along to the music playing through his stereo, learning the song by ear. Missing a few notes, he lifted the needle off the record and dropped it back in place at the beginning, but as he did so, another sound caught his attention.
Was today the day?
He raced to the door. The trailer shook as he went, rattling the beginnings of his father’s eccentric mug collection hung on the wall. He threw the screen door open with such vigor it smacked the aluminum siding and wobbled on its hinges. Up the unpaved street, dirt clouds trailed a car like the flaming wings of a chariot.
The red Ford Pinto rolled to a stop in front of his home, and much to his disappointment, it was only the mail lady driving with her leg straddling the center console to control the pedals and her arm stretched across to the steering wheel, nearly running him over. She didn’t say anything; she merely continued to chew her gum and motion for him to take the tiny cardboard box from her hand.
Eddie snatched it and read the label. “Maybe today won’t be so shit.”
She scowled. “Cool it on the cursing, kid.”
He waited until she reversed onto the main road and drove away to flip two glaring birds in her rearview mirror. “Whatever, bitch.” Excited to rip open his package, he shredded it down the middle and tossed aside the bubble wrap.
A gust picked up the rustling plastic.
Rocks crunched under car tires behind him.
“I can’t believe it actually came,” he spoke aloud with raised eyebrows. He opened the plastic casing and inspected the clear cassette, looking over the handwritten tracklist on the inside. Weighing it in his hand, he reasoned with himself, “I must not be tempted to listen to this before she–”
“Eddie!”
He nearly dropped the treasure he’d been anticipating since he met that weird old man at the flea market who swore Eddie’s $5 could get him a bootleg live recording of Pink Floyd’s Oakland concert from two years ago. Of course he paid and jotted down his address without a second thought.
“Eddie!” you shouted again, jumping out of the moving car because you couldn’t wait for your mom to park in the dead grass next to the trailer across the street. You scooped him into a bone-crushing hug, extending your back to lift him off the ground. At least, you thought you did, until his Converse nudged your toes, firmly on the ground.
He grew another damn inch.
Cackling at your pitiful efforts, he mocked you, “That’s what happens when you’re gone too long.”
“It was only a month,” you grumbled.
Eddie wrapped his arms around you, clasping his forearms across the span of your shoulders. Holding you tighter than he meant to since he was still regaining his balance..
No. He did intend to embrace you until you laughed in his ear, telling him it hurt.
It was unfortunate; the impending societal awareness that crept into every innocuous action, every clothing choice, every decision to buy nice-smelling shampoos, or forgo them in lieu of generic deodorant. It existed in his muscles tensing you against him. It spelled trouble in his sandy blond hair darkening, and the wispy growth above his top lip thickening. No one could point out the exact time in a young person’s life when it became inappropriate to hug your best friend, but he was on the cusp of discovering it with how your mother stared him down from behind your back.
Smoke billowed in front of her face. “Be back for dinner,” your mom muttered around the half-burnt cigarette between her lips. Grabbing her gaudy purse and empty beer can from the dash, she used her hip to close the door, and went inside to pass out on the couch for the rest of the day.
“Whaddya get?”
“Hm?” Eddie blinked away his glare and separated himself from you, putting a significant distance between you. “Oh, ho! You have spotted my newest acquisition. Delivered by boat just this morn’.”
You pulled a grimace. “Talk normal, please.” Smirking, he flipped the cover of the cassette towards you. “Shit!” You covered your mouth. “Oops..” After a thought, you shook your head and relaxed your shoulders, knowing your mom couldn’t hear you out here. Still, you kept your voice down out of instinct. “Are you fucking serious? I’ve wanted to listen to this concert for so long; I can’t believe you just– Wait.. You don’t even like Pink Floyd that much. You said they’re too ‘soft.’”
“Yeah, but you like them.”
“But it’s your birthday.”
“Who cares?”
“Was it expensive?”
Again, he said, “Who cares?”
You scanned the rundown trailer park. “Uh, we do?”
Fluttering his fingers about, he waved off your incessant questioning. “What’s with the third degree? Are we listening to it, or not?”
“Duh,” you scoffed. You headed for his room, assuming you would play it on his tape deck, but of course, he had something else up his torn sleeve. You almost ran face-first into his outstretched arms stopping you from taking another step. “What now?”
“Wait out back in our spot. I have another surprise.. And you wouldn’t happen to have two double AA batteries, would you?”
~~~
After several minutes, and many, many, uses of the Lord’s name in vain later, Eddie found what he was looking for in his messy closet and bolted outside to meet you. He waded through an endless sea of wispy dry weeds parting the horizon from the deteriorating trailers to the edge of the woods where the top of your head poked above the grass. You gave him time to settle in next to you before you were laying down on the slope of the withered ditch littered with remnants of previous misadventures.
“Look,” he said. You opened your eyes to mostly a view of his ratty jacket overtop his Judas Priest tee. He flaunted the box over your face. “A gift from my old man. He thought I turned thirteen in June.”
You gave him a look. “A gift, huh?”
He opened the blue and silver metal Sony Walkman by slicing down the middle of the hefty price sticker with a pocket knife and bounced his eyebrows. “He got it for me the day it came out while you were gone.” As if it weren’t obvious, he wiggled his five fingers.
“I got it, Eddie.”
Clearly having a disdain for the environment, he lobbed the styrofoam trash amongst the other trash partially petrified in the mud; cigarette stubs, crushed cans, the odd broken plastic item, a bent butter knife, an old lighter, a pile of burnt magazine pages; truly random things. He placed the batteries in the Walkman, put in the tape, and scrolled the volume wheel all the way up.
Faint music played from the tiny earmuffs. He laid next to you, and without discussing it, he flipped the headphones upside down and you both rolled onto your sides, cupping one side each around your ears. Leaning your heads together to listen to the beginning chords of Pink Floyd’s Sheep.
In the early golden sunset, Eddie asked amongst the calm, “How was gymnastics camp? Learn any new tricks?”
“I landed a handspring front layout into a double twist.”
“I have no idea what that means, but I’m gathering it’s impressive,” he said, brimming with a toothy grin to match your own.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty good.”
“Will I be getting an invite to the Olympics?”
You rolled your eyes in a playful way; however, he perceived the flicker of resentment lurking in the background, and it was impossible to ignore how quickly your smile faded considering how close your lips were to his. “Like hell they’d come to some place like Indiana, much less Hawkins, to scout talent. They go to big meets in big cities. Doesn’t matter anyway, you know they don’t bother with people like us who can’t afford to keep the lights on at the start of the month, or whose water pipes smell like rotten eggs on the regular.” Not exactly a funny statement, but he snorted at the accuracy. With a defeated sigh, you turned onto your back and folded your arms across your chest. The hem of your tattered shirt slid against your leotard, revealing the shimmery fabric under the fading sky. “Besides, they want girls younger than me, better than me.”
“Damn. And I thought I was supposed to be the pessimistic one.”
“You’re right.” You gave him an apologetic look. “I’ll join the circus instead. Anyway, how was your summer?”
“Boring. We put together a song or three,” he said about his band. “Third one isn’t anything worth bragging about. It’s still in the jamming stage. Another session and it’ll be shaped into something presentable, maybe.”
“Nice, can’t wait to hear it.”
You bumped fists and resumed focusing on the concert playing in a suboptimal manner, of which neither of you could fully enjoy. It would’ve been easier to stay inside and play it over the stereo, singing along to the lyrics while you sat on his bed, and he on the floor. But inside meant being reachable by phone. Inside meant parental intervention. Inside meant being controlled.
Outside sucked, too. There were bugs, the grass was itchy, and a chill was creeping in. But no one could find you out here. This sanctuary belonged to you and Eddie. No one else.
In this substantial field, there was only space for you and him. Just you and him. Like always.
Coming to life at the end of a song, you jabbed his hand holding the Walkman. “Rewind it. Play Wish You Were Here again.”
“Jesus, corpses have warmer hands than you,” he hissed, obeying your request and hitting the rewind and play buttons. Then, he sat up and shrugged his jacket off, being gentle where he pulled at the cuffs due to the holes he’d worn in them. He dropped it on top of you. You opened your mouth, ready to refuse, and he shook his head. “You can keep it.” Keep it. Wear it often. Occupy yourself by snuggling into his warmth, because even in the pitch black night, he swore the stars would rat out his burning cheeks.
The Walkman clicked. The tape stopped whirring, at its end.
Holding shy eye contact in the sliver of moonlight, he laid back down.
Play it again.
Click.
Play it again.
Click.
Play it again.
The recording wasn’t a high grade one. It had static interference, there were loud thuds that scared the both of you the first time they happened, but.. This is where you wanted to be. Where he wanted to be. Propped cheek to fist, idly shoveling dirt with your fingers until your eyelids drifted closed. Obligations, anxieties, fears did not exist in the comfort of one another’s presence.
Click.
You interrupted the sleepy cricket’s song, “I guess it’s time for me to go home.”
“Doesn’t have to be,” he whispered.
“She’s easier to deal with when I’m only two hours late,” you said, standing up, putting on his jacket. “Wanna come over for dinner?” Your sarcasm could be detected for miles.
“I have a box of stale cereal with my name on it, but thank you for the gracious invitation, oh Benevolent One.”
He performed a waist-deep bow. You curtsied.
Giggling, you walked away and promised you’d see each other tomorrow. “Bright and early, Munson! Maybe even before noon this time.”
“Ab-so-lutely not!” he yelled back, biting his lip to rid himself of the widest smile he’d had all summer. How could he not smile when you were back?
In fact, he couldn’t imagine a world in which he wouldn’t smile this big when you were next to him.
~~~
Daring to open the creaky front door, you knew not to expect the savory waft of cooked food, but the sting of alcohol in your nose was stronger than usual. More powerful than the usual rank mildewy smell of dust-covered garbage. The TV was blaring. Your mom was slouched into the corner of the couch; an opened six pack beside her and a bottle of spirits tilted in her hand. Her glazed over eyes were watching the news, though you suspected she was taking none of it in.
Your senses were on high alert. If you were quiet, meek like a mouse, you may be able to–
“Uh-uh.” Your body responded to her voice on instinct, closing the refrigerator. “No dinner. Not until your sets of fifty.” She snapped repeatedly and pointed at the middle of the floor where normal families had a coffee table. “Crunches, sit-ups, push-ups, whatever else Coach said. You looked sloppy next to that Level 10 girl, and it won’t happen again. Now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And take off that jacket. It smells like pot. People will get the wrong idea about you.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
——1985——
As if your heart wasn’t in your throat already, your stomach churned and sank the moment you saw the Forest Hills Trailer Park sign.
Broken out in cold sweat. Wet palms struggling to turn the thin steering wheel towards the set of two trailers across from each other at the end of the lot. Shaking to the brink of exhaustion. You ran on black coffee and the pure adrenaline of almost hitting enough deer, it made you think twice about crying when Bambi’s mother died.
The car engine purred as you sat there thinking about why you were here again. Not a nice purr of a kitten, more like a sickly lion locked a zoo that needed to be put down a year ago.
Sucking in a breath, you decided to get it over with. You grabbed the white envelope in the passenger’s seat and stepped out into the sun, squinting. The stairs to the front door were concrete. An upgrade from the weathered wood they used to be. The screen door was missing–ripped off its hinges, so you knocked on the main one; it sounded hollow and metallic. Nostalgic in a way.
The knob turned.
“Oh, God,” you exhaled at the peephole.
When the door was replaced by someone other than the person you were expecting, you assumed your face painted in dread did wonders to alleviate his equally confused expression.
“Boy, I haven’t seen you in a long time, Girlie.”
“Mr. Munson!” You brightened upon seeing Eddie’s uncle. Relieved, actually. “How have you been?”
His grayed mustache lifted at the corners, showing off his teeth in a rather innocent way despite his gruff exterior. “Could be better, could be worse.” There was a deep grog to his voice, having just been disturbed from sleeping off his night shift at the plant. “You lookin’ for Eddie?”
“Yeah, is he here?”
He rocked his head back and forth as any guardian would when speaking about their miscreant nephew with a twinkle in their eye. “He should be in summer school right now, which is to say, he’s probably out getting into trouble. At the Hideaway, maybe? Or getting high with one of his friends, but don’t ask me where.” He sucked his teeth and crossed his arms.
“School?” you lead, an airy warble of optimism present in your voice.
Sighing, he delivered you the bad news upfront and honestly. “High school. He failed senior year.. again.”
Any hope he meant something different died. “Ah,” you said. “Well, uh.. Could you give this to him in case I don’t run into him?” You handed him the white envelope you spent far too long writing Eddie’s name on.
“Sure can.”
“Thank you.”
“It was good seeing you, again.. If you do run into him, I.. Well.” He paused to organize his thoughts. “Now, I don’t know what happened between you kids, but I hope you do find him.”
Taking his parting words as rather ominous, you nodded and hopped back in your Ford Pinto, beginning your search for Eddie.
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♡ try again - f.w ♡
requested by @reasontobebeautiful <3
fred weasley x slytherin!reader, pureblood!reader, platonic!sirius black x reader, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, swearing
sirius black ensuring fred weasley doesn't make the same mistakes he saw many war-stricken kids make
there’d been a cruel edge to his words that he hadn’t quite meant.
fred’s scathing indictment of your family wasn’t any different to the things you usually said about your kin, and it didn’t bother you for others to agree. but to be part of that perception was probably your worst fear.
you’d been so excited turning up at the doorstep of grimmauld place, suitcase in hand, bright beam gracing your face.
fred had frowned. he’d been ignoring the way your smile made him feel for a long time.
“why are we having death-eaters round for christmas dinner?”
molly had scolded her son then, “george! i mean, fred!”
he’d rolled his eyes, mumbling, “might as well get her whole family out and kill some muggles for the christmas spirit.”
it was the association. your family were one way, you must be too.
maybe that’s how it was for the weasleys, at least four generations of ginger gryffindors shooting for the stars in their respective fields. ministry, dragons, pranks, quidditch.
maybe that’s how it looked for you, at least four generations of slytherins serving whichever tyrannical supremacist reigned at the time.
you found a lot of your time was spent trying to convince people that wasn’t you. but gina lomotey, whose dad had once punched professor snape, didn’t have to walk around assuring people she didn’t attack teachers. and kosi berry, whose parents had a short lived music career, never had to explain she had no interest in singing.
reene west’s mum hijacked a broom race, ford green’s dad did a stint in muggle prison, carson denny’s eldest brother lived full time in st mungos due to an unhealthy obsession with lions.
none of them faced half the crap you did for their bloodlines.
sirius had come to see you, heard you vent about this once again.
“and it’s almost like... i mean i’m not saying you had it easier, you didn’t, it was worse for you in different ways. but, it’s like i have to work so hard to prove i don’t have my families prejudice, because i am a slytherin. you had the argument of a different house to help your case, in school anyway. but i wear the same colour robes my family did, so people never believe me.”
somehow your feelings for fred were brought to the surface of the conversation. maybe that’s what made it harder.
“i’m so tired of having to make them believe me. i’m not a bad person.”
so you didn’t grovel, and try to prove your innocence, because you were well and truly tired of being pre-judged. it wasn’t as if the two of you met on a battlefield. sirius had invited you here. dumbledore approved, he trusted you. you’d never given fred a reason to dislike you.
the boy in question, banished to the other side of the house by his own anger (and shame), was glowering at a wall.
his mum told him his response had been impolite. george told him he was smack out of line.
he knew they were right.
especially when sirius, a man fred had got on with well, had knocked on the door, greeting him with a slight scowl.
“i want you to apologize.”
no beating around the bush.
“i’m not sorry.” lie. you sound like a petulant child.
“yes you are.”
fred blinked.
“i am old enough to recognize the feelings of teenagers. i spent seven years watching my friends fall in and out and in again with love. i watched james pine for lily, i watched them fight. i watched marlene and dorcas take five years to get over their differences.”
fred jested, "sounds creepy.”
sirius smiled, but continued his story, “do you know what marlene and dorcas’ main difference was?"
he shrugged.
“marlene was a gryffindor, dorcas a slytherin, and it took them a good fraction of their lives to move past that. they died young. they spent more time denying their feelings for a school, house rivarly, than the time they got to spend loving each other. we’re approaching a war again, kid. don’t repeat their mistakes. take it from me.”
fred remained uncharacteristically silent for a few minutes, and although it was unsettling, sirius stayed. it was clear the boy had questions.
“your family were death-eaters.”
sirius nodded.
“but they rejected you, for being in the wrong house.”
“correct.”
“if... you’d been a slytherin, and they accepted you... would you have rebelled? or would you have become a death-eater.”
sirius shrugged, “i know why you’re asking, but i have no answer for you. if i was in a different house, i would have a different character, and any alternate character would mean very different decisions. all i can tell you is i know her. you don’t, yet. she is not her bloodline. she's cunning, and ambitious, but her ambition is not to participate in genocide. talk to her. you might be surprised at what you find.”
fred had made up his mind. sirius was right, and he wanted to know you. he wanted to see your stupidly pretty smile, he wanted to cause it, and he wanted to know your favourite things. he wanted to know what made you feel, what made you sleep. he wanted to talk to you.
which proved incessantly difficult, because you were avoiding him like dragonpox. every once in a while, he would catch your eye and you'd blink rapidly before looking away, fiddling with your sleeves.
christmas day rolled around a few days on, and fred still had yet to successfully get you alone. as everyone begun unwrapping their presents, he was only staring at you, waiting for a reaction, hoping you'd know the unlabelled gift was from him.
you did, eyes widening and shooting up to find him in the room, visibly taken aback.
“do you like it?” he mouthed, tilting his head as the firm grip of insecurity tightened his chest.
with your lips slightly parted in surprise, you nodded your head. the same feeling lay at the base of your heart, wondering if it was going to turn out to be a prank.
he jerked his chin towards the kitchen, question in his eyes, and tried to not take your hesitation to heart. especially as you stood up and walked his line of sight. when he was sure nobody else was paying attention, he followed you.
“hey...” he rubbed the back of his neck, the awkwardness between you heavy in the air.
but fred was fred and he still kept eye contact, a steady voice, an easy stance.
“i’m sorry.”
you shrug, “okay.”
the word is uttered so nonchalantly, as though your stomach wasn’t erupting with unruly butterflies.
“do you... could you forgive me?”
“maybe. if you mean it.”
he nodded, “i do. i’d like to know you, actually know you, not think i do.”
“i’d like that.”
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HIGH TOLERANCE
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3
Masterlist
warnings: gay disasters, Steve (derogatory), a bit of angst but that's a given for pining best friend!eddie so enter at your own risk, weed consumption (but what's new in a series about weed consumption)
pairings: modern!bestfriend!Eddie x fem!reader (both bisexual bitches)
plot: let's go sing some karaoke and feel like we're dying, shall we?
wc: 6k
p.s. I listened to "Watch" by Maisie Peters the entire time I wrote this and I just cannot for the life of me let The Good Witch go. Anyone else in a chokehold from that album? Anyways, here you go!
Part 2: "Live Resin"
“For you, my good sir!” you exclaimed, feigning a British accent as you got down on one knee and presented Eddie with a joint like it was a sword. And it was an immediate scrape to your knee, your black crop top and miniskirt riding up. You tried to save yourself by planting your maroon Converse on the ground, but it was met with instant failure. Eddie chuckled, grabbing your arm to try and stabilize you before he continued the bit.
(Leave it to Eddie Munson to commit to a bit.)
“For me?” he asked, feigning a gasp as he threw his hand over his chest, his rings clinking together. “You shouldn’t have.”
You exaggerated a wink as you stood back up.
“Sure, I did.”
“Wha’da we got, Weirdo?”
You repeated what the guy at Jailbait Hemp told you. It was a THC-A pre-roll that was covered in live resin (which technically has a higher concentration level than just the THC-A alone). It burned differently than other joints, a glaze lining the paper to burn like honey.
Let it in slow and watch it go.
“She sure is a pretty one,” Eddie said, lightly running the pad of his pointer finger along the resin. It didn’t flake off or leave any residue on his finger. Incredible.
You smirked. “I know, right?”
“Kinda like you.”
You swallowed immediately, nearly choking as the spit went down wherever the wrong pipe was located.
Panic, panic, panic.
“Oh, whatever,” you said, waving him away. You distracted yourself with wiping the gravel off of the scrape on your knee that showed promise of blood but stayed put. The most embarrassing thing you could think of was having to ask someone for a Band-aid because you were too busy doing a bit with a joint to remember that you weren’t wearing pants. Eddie would love that a little too much and you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction.
“You’re right,” Eddie said with a nod, causing you to look back up. “Doesn’t come close to you, m’lady.” Without another word or time for you to even remotely process, he held out his hand and made obnoxious grabbing gestures. “Alright. Gimme, gimme. Wanna light her up.”
With shaky fingers, you handed it over. Eddie took his black Bic lighter and ran the flame back and forth against the twisted end of the paper. It took him two or three tries to keep it lit, but he finally got it, moving it around in circles to let it burn as evenly as it could. The air instantly thickened with the smell. But to be fair, you smelled weed wherever you went in Atlanta. Even on the highway somehow.
You could hear the music from Go Ask Mary from two blocks away, the bass of Madonna’s “Vogue” booming through the walls. It was almost time for karaoke to start and, to be honest, you were excited. Eddie had picked up some extra shifts at the car dealership and your shitty retail jobs at the Lenox Square mall had been draining. Especially when you were surrounded by stores like Chanel and Tiffany & Co. It was always your dream to work at a Sephora where all the pretentious rich people complained about needing a new Balenciaga bag before arguing with you when their sheer Tom Ford lipstick was out of stock.
This was the first time you’d seen Eddie in a week, despite him practically begging to come over at 2am to watch the first Lord of the Rings movie on a Monday. The extended edition to be exact, all three hours of Elijah Wood and Sean Astin being the most iconic couple of the fantasy realm. It was embarrassing to admit, but you nearly considered calling out just so you could.
Tonight, you couldn’t wait to let off some steam, especially with the person who made every day worth it. Eddie looked as he usually did with all his chains and rings and pretty face and attitude. It was disgustingly unfair that he could wear variations of the same outfit every time you saw him and somehow looked better and better every time.
“There you guys are,” Steve sighed as he and Robin walked over from the bar.
Steve was still in his suit, just without his tie and blazer. A few buttons of his white button down were popped with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Robin wore an oversized cotton button down, white with navy stripes and a loose navy tie. She looked like she was going to the beach for the day, even going so far as to wear jean shorts and checkerboard Vans.
“We should’ve known you were smoking,” Robin said, nose wrinkling before she pulled out her flask from her back pocket and took a few sips. “Did you know that one joint is, like, the equivalent of five cigarettes? I heard it on a podcast the other day and, believe me, that sounds bad. Like, really bad.”
“What else is new?” you joked, taking the joint from Eddie and filling your lungs with a few hearty drags. “At least we’re not vaping. That’s, what, the equivalent of a hundred cigarettes?”
Robin shook her head. “Actually, I read that a thousand-puff vape is the equivalent of five to six packs.” She paused, moving her fingers through the air as she solved the problem in her head. “So…about one-twenty?”
Eddie hummed, nodding. “Aren’t you glad I stopped smoking cigs six months ago?”
“Well, yes.”
“So smoking weed should be the least of your worries, Buckley.”
“You have a point. But honestly—"
“Rob!” Steve interrupted. “Rob, listen. I have exciting news.”
“What is it?” you asked.
“I’m getting the first round,” he said proudly. “I got a bonus at work.”
“Thanks, Steve,” you said, genuinely touched by the offer. “That’s awesome, though. You’re literally moving up in the world.”
“Bringing in the big bucks, this one,” Eddie teased with a big smile as he took the joint from you. “Always a generous giver.”
Steve glared at Robin. “She thinks I should quit.”
“No, I do not!” Robin argued. “I just think you’re in a weird environment with weird men—"
The high was already making its way through you, causing you to not-so-subtly stare at Eddie again. His eyes were trained on yours as Steve and Robin rattled on, entering some bickering fest that you were positive he wasn’t listening to. And the way he was looking at you… Well, it didn’t seem that platonic, did it?
His eyes were doing that thing again, that slow gaze down your body before reaching back up to your eyes. Your fingers inched just a little bit closer to his and you almost swore you could hear his rings again as they fluttered towards yours.
Robin cleared her throat, causing you to look back at her. She was eyeing you specifically, not even bothering to look at Eddie.
Could she see it? What did she know? Was there anything to know?
“Well, we’ll be inside,” she said, grabbing Steve’s arm. “Have fun with the extra cancer!”
Eddie chuckled. “Thanks, Buckley.”
You watched them walk away, right back in their little fight. It was nice to be around them again. Truly, it was. You didn’t have too many friends outside of Eddie, always working during the week and never truly finding time to go out unless Eddie dragged you along. You could engage in small talk with strangers at Go Ask Mary on the weekends, but it was different when you got home and found your phone void of anyone to tell those stories to. Zero messages, not even from your parents or your sister. No Instagram DMs of cute animals or Tumblr messages of photography and memes. Just a phone that looked more like a coffin full of wires than access to the whole world.
Except for Eddie.
As he turned back to you, he lifted the joint and let it hover just above your lips.
“Want some more?” he asked.
You looked up at him, nearly startled by how close he was to you. God, what was it about him? Maybe it was the dark color of his eyes, still illuminated in the warm sunset, nearly glazed over with a golden sheen. Maybe it was the way his hair was doing that thing after a fresh wash where the ends were slightly curlier than the rest. Or maybe it was the way his tips of his sneakers were meeting yours and the smell of tobacco and car air freshener was wafting off of him.
“Come on, you can’t deny you want it.”
“Um,” you stumbled. “Yeah. Yeah, I want it.”
“Yeah?”
Nodding, you felt his fingers grazing your mouth as he placed it in between your lips. You took a long, slow drag while your eyes never left his. You wanted to look away. Really, you did. If anything, the sparks settling in your stomach were starting to pop and sizzle unlike ever before.
You just couldn’t help yourself.
And if anything, he didn’t seem like he could either.
Tonight was going to be interesting.
The bar wasn’t very crowded, but that’s why you liked to go as a group during the week. Even if there weren’t many people looking to do karaoke on a Tuesday, it didn’t matter. There were four of you ready to tear up the fucking stage.
You went in rotation for solo performances, Robin singing “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac followed by you singing “Love Is a Stranger" by Eurythmics (despite it technically not being from the Eighties) followed by Eddie doing “The Stroke” by Billy Squire and finishing with Steve’s off-key rendition “Africa” by Toto.
When Steve returned from his noteworthy performance, the three of you congratulated him. He did a little bow before wiping the sweat off his forehead.
Eddie patted the table and said, “Alright, I’ll go get the next round.” As he was about to leave, he looked at you. “Still want a vodka Redbull?”
“Of course,” you said with a smile.
He gave you a quick wink. “Just checking, Weirdo.”
“Thanks.”
You turned back to Steve and Robin, watching Steve dab his face with a napkin. He was mostly definitely inching towards being drunk, always starting to turn red and sweaty whenever he was getting close. That, and he started to run his mouth.
“God, he’s dreamy,” Steve said, leaning his head in one hand. You followed his line of sight, all three of you watching Eddie walk to the bar. “It’s almost annoying how hot he is.”
Robin snorted. “Yeah, okay. Keep dreaming.”
Maybe it shouldn’t have stung the way it did. Anyone was allowed to find him hot. It didn’t mean anything. Just a bit of flattery, that’s all. But then it was like you couldn’t stop yourself and suddenly you were unable to keep yourself from asking the one thing you never ever should have.
“Do you have a crush on Eddie?”
You watched Steve laugh pitifully. “I mean, maybe?”
“Maybe? What does ‘maybe’ mean, Steve?” Robin asked.
“I mean, he’s hot, right? But I don’t know if he’d even go for me.” As he talked, he popped open another button of his shirt, showing off a bit of his wife beater and chest hair. “Like, okay, he’s just so pretty and he fixes cars and plays in a band? It’s cool as hell. But I don’t think we even have that much in common, so I don’t know. He likes metal, I like pop. He likes D&D and I like, uh, I don’t know? Poker? Anyways, I don’t even know what kind of guys he’s into. Do you know, Rob?”
Robin shrugged, meeting your eyes before saying, “I don’t know, Steve. Ever thought about asking him what his type is?”
And you shouldn’t have asked. Really, you shouldn’t. Because now you were here, sitting at a table while Steve moaned and groaned about his chances with Eddie, like it was some statistics problem. And then someone was doing an awful cover of “Time After Time” by Cyndi Lauper, the shrill sound mixing with Steve’s whining. And you? You were sulking.
You looked over and watched Eddie wait for your drinks at the bar, wondering if Steve had any chance and whether you were more likely to get the guy in the end. Surely there was a silver lining in there somewhere. You enjoyed metal music and even convinced Eddie to listen to other genres. You enjoyed listening to Eddie talk about Dungeons and Dragons and showed him board games you liked, like Catan. Relationships weren’t built off of just similarities and differences. Steve was wrong.
Right?
As if Eddie heard your thoughts, he caught your stare, his lips pulling back into a large grin as he waved and moved his hips a little bit along to the grating karaoke. You couldn’t help but laugh at how awkward he looked, in turn doing the worst arm wave in history. He immediately started laughing.
Eddie was looking at you, wasn’t he? Steve wasn’t even bothering to look at the object of his desire. He merely talked about the guy, putting his head in his hands and panicking as if Eddie wasn’t in the same room. But you were looking at Eddie and now you were in a makeshift dance battle, embarrassing yourself by doing an awful robot while he did that shopping cart move.
Could Steve have this kind of relationship with Eddie?
And what were the odds of you winning?
What were the odds of you losing?
After a good bit of chatter, Steve and Robin headed towards the other end of the bar to set up a game of darts. Eddie went along, but you decided to stay behind. He found it odd, asking if you were sure and you’d nodded, telling him that you wanted a moment to yourself.
But Eddie didn’t believe you. Not one bit. You’d started acting weird merely seconds after he came back with drinks. It was strange. One moment you were dancing with him across the room and the next your shoulders were slumped, falling out of any and all conversation. Even when he nudged you and tried to be playful, you seemed to pretend you didn’t notice. Instead, you focused on your straw and nodding along as if you were paying attention.
He knew you hadn’t. He knew there was something wrong and, of course, he wanted to respect your privacy but there had to be something else there. Had Robin let anything slip? Did Steve act like an asshole? Were you upset with him?
Robin and Steve were in the heat of a tie when Eddie finally decided to walk back over to you. He didn’t like seeing you so sad, so vulnerable. And with the addition of the high, he knew how scary that could feel. If something didn’t feel right, it could get extremely uncomfortable. And you couldn’t just be alone in that hole.
“Hey,” he said as he approached you. “Are you feeling okay?”
You put on one of the fakest smiles he’d ever seen before replying, “Yeah, I guess I’m just tired from work.”
Lie.
“Is the high getting you down?”
You shrugged. “A bit, yeah.”
“Um,” he said, gulping as he held out his palm. “Do you need to hold my hand?”
You looked down at his hand before looking back up.
“No, I think I’ll be okay. Thank you, though.”
“Yeah, sure. Sure,” he replied, placing his hand on top of the other.
He squeezed it to elicit something resembling comfort for the rejection he felt. It was like your hand was some kind of phantom feeling that made his chest ache with want. And that want was slowly but surely starting to burn.
“Well, uh.” He gulped. “I’m gonna get myself another beer. Want anything?”
You shook your head. “No, I’m okay.”
Eddie nodded before turning away.
“Hey, Eddie?”
He didn’t think he’d ever spun back around that quickly before.
“Yeah?”
You smiled weakly. “If you need me to drive your van back tonight, let me know. I don’t mind if you want to get a little drunk with Steve and Robin.”
And just like that, he died a little inside. Again.
“Will do, Weirdo.”
Steve was back on his bullshit.
“Oh my god, do you guys think I should try to sing with him? Get the sparks flying, you know?” He moved his head from side to side. “‘Do a little dance? Make a little love’?”
Robin smacked Steve’s arm. “You did not just do that.”
You let out a tiny sigh, looking away from his hopeful expression. Steve genuinely thought he’d cracked the code to Eddie’s heart. And you couldn’t blame him. Who wouldn’t want someone like Eddie?
But really, you wanted to put your head on the table and bang it over and over.
Over. And. Over.
Eddie had gone to get a third beer and Steve had wasted no time before bringing this shit back up. You were seriously starting to dislike him for the first time in three years. Three. Years. He was obnoxious when he was drunk, sure, but it was never like this.
Or maybe you just hadn’t paid attention until tonight.
You shook your head, desperately trying to get the feelings out of your body. The blunt was starting to get the best of you, fogging your brain while your limbs felt like they were vibrating. This was killing your high. No, it was more than that. It was magnifying all the feelings you once swore to be dormant.
You looked over to find Robin staring at you, her eyebrow quirked up. Noticeably, you might add. You and Robin weren’t that close—you were one of Eddie’s best friends to the rest of them. You had fun whenever the group would hang out, whether that be at Eddie’s shows or unwinding at Go Ask Mary, but you never truly hung out alone.
Steve, Robin, and Eddie had moved to Atlanta three years ago, after they wanted out of their small town in Indiana. Steve’s dad had gotten him a job at a big boy law firm in the heart of Downtown. It wasn’t the best way to get into the business, but it was the best way to get all of them out. To start over somewhere bigger, somewhere with more opportunities. Steve convinced them to save up for the summer before driving eight hours to their shitty new apartment. He swung Robin a waitressing gig at a nice restaurant he had a business lunch at—charmed the owner and everything. Eddie had worked at a local gay bar in Decatur and played there sometimes on metal or punk themed nights.
And here Robin was now, staring at you like she was trying to figure out how you were feeling, as if you’d ever be phased by Steve’s confession. Confessions. And she was making eye contact, all bold and unashamed. Like she was some freakishly keen hawk, two steps away from letting out a ca-caw. And if Steve paid just a fraction, just a millimeter of attention, he’d notice.
It was all quite unnerving.
“Don’t you think sparks would already be flying after years of knowing each other?” Robin asked, eyes flickering from Steve’s to yours and then back again. “I mean, I think you would know by now. If there was something between you.” She gestured over to you. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
What was her deal?
“Pfffft.”
A bit of Steve’s spit flew out and hit your cheek. You would’ve laughed three hours ago. Now? Now, you were seriously considering bashing his head against the table.
(It was a big night for head bashing.)
“Last call for karaoke!” one of the bartenders announced.
“Wish me luck!” Steve said to you and Robin before raising his hand. “I’ll do it!” he exclaimed loudly, pointing to Eddie who had just finished closing out his tab. “I’ll do it with that handsome man over there!”
Eddie looked surprised but shrugged, a pleasant smile reaching his lips. “Yeah, sure, Harrington. Show me what you got.”
As they moved towards the stage, you swallowed the words resting on your tongue.
I wanted to sing with Eddie tonight.
“I hope he doesn’t embarrass himself.”
You couldn’t look at Robin. You just couldn’t.
“What song did he pick?” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
“‘Under Pressure’.”
Oh, fuck. You’d sung that in the car with Eddie plenty of times, always with a silent acknowledgement that whatever conversation you were having would cease and the volume was to be turned all the way up. You went for Freddie Mercury's part while Eddie took the lower octaves in David Bowie’s verses. Eddie sounded amazing when he sang it, confident with his range and feeding emotion into the song. And you melted. You just melted.
And when the song started and Eddie’s eyes drifted away from Steve and landed on you, well, you couldn’t help but feel seen. He thought about those times, too, didn't he? It was something you both held special. Right?
But Steve took Eddie’s hand and started trying to dance with him. Eddie laughed, trying to follow his complicated rhythm. Steve was stumbling and nearly fell of the stage, but Eddie caught him, stabilizing him. Just like he’d done with you in the parking lot.
Things were going downhill for you. And they were going down fast.
Eddie cleared his throat dramatically before starting the first verse. “Pressure, pushing down on me, pressing down on you. No man ask for.”
You let out a sigh at the sound of Eddie’s voice, all gravely and husky and soft all the same. It felt even better tonight with whatever was in this joint. You could feel it inside, like it was somehow spreading through you. There was a part of you that was sure you’d never get over it for as long as you lived.
Steve pulled Eddie closer, grabbing at his waist and slowly moving it down.
Oh my fucking god. Eddie knows what he’s doing, right? you asked yourself. Can he tell? Does he like this?
Eddie cleared his throat before belting, “It’s the terror of knowing what this world is about. Watching some good friends screaming—”
“Let me out!” Steve shouted.
They stumbled through a laugh at the ridiculousness, and you began to feel like you were slowly dying. Again.
“I’m…going to go to the bathroom,” Robin announced before scurrying off.
And you tried to keep your eyes off of them. Really, you did. You made yourself look around the room, scanning the face of a drag queen who was currently walking around and engaging in animated conversations with the few other people here. Her eyes were coated in pink glitter and tall eyelashes; nude lips perfectly lined and wrapped around the straw of a cocktail. She was absolutely gorgeous, as most Atlanta queens were. Plus, how could you ever look away from a drag queen? They were angels, truly. Archangels.
But it was Eddie’s singing that brought your attention back, as effortless as Bowie himself. Like there was nothing to it. Like he was always on the track to begin with.
You found yourself thinking about the night you met Eddie, right here in Go Ask Mary. It was the five-month anniversary of their official move to Atlanta, the three of them wanting to go out and celebrate not completely fucking up. They’d gotten out and they were doing pretty okay for themselves by the look of it.
And you? Well, you were a native to the south. Grew up in Tennessee, moved here when you saw the opportunity for college somewhere that wasn’t Tennessee. Found your way through college and realizing you were bisexual and, well, found Go Ask Mary. At the time, you came here with friends, but there was a period time after losing some of those friends where you preferred coming by yourself. It was an accepting atmosphere, one where everyone seemed friendly. You could have a six-minute conversation with a queer stranger and never speak again. But it would be fond and unforgettable. It would be transcendent.
You’d gone up and done a dramatic cover of “I Miss You” by Blink 182, mimicking the singer’s voice rather than being serious about it. A few people laughed—and Eddie was one of them. He’d even let out a few whoo!s and yeah!s. When you’d gotten off the stage, he approached you immediately and asked you if you could be best friends. You laughed at that, thinking then that neither of you were serious.
But then you’d spent the whole night talking and watching Robin and Steve perform.
And then they tapped out and decided to head home.
However, Eddie wanted to stay.
And you told him you could call him an Uber.
And then you stayed until closing, just talking. Nonstop. Like you were seeing an old friend for the first time in decades.
(Is there a joke in there somewhere about three disaster bisexuals and one tragic lesbian walking into a bar?)
“Is that your man?”
You looked behind you, noticing the queen from earlier standing with her hand on her hip as she tapped her acrylic nails along to the beat.
“Which one?” you asked.
“The crazy haired one over there with the wallet chain.”
You could feel your chest start to ache. “No, no. We’re best friends, but we’re not dating.” She let out a hum. You looked at her again, feeling hot all of a sudden. “Um, why? Why do you ask?”
A smirk formed on her lips as she touched your shoulder, leaning down to speak softly into your ear. “Baby, that man’s only looking at you.”
“He is?”
“Mhm.”
“Are you sure?”
The queen looked at you again, her eyebrow raising. “Oh, so you’re jealous of the other one?” She laughed as you gave a defeated shrug. “You ain’t been lookin’ hard, have you?”
“I’m not sure—"
“Honey,” she started, tapping your jaw. You looked back at her. “I know that look. But you ain’t gotta look hard to see what he feels for you.”
“Really?”
She patted the top of your head and stood up straight. “Girl, look harder. Oh, and don’t forget to invite me to the wedding.”
And then she was waving you a goodbye and walking away.
You looked back to the stage to watch Eddie. You didn’t know how to believe her. Couldn’t. He was right there, leaning in and sharing a microphone with Steve, their faces practically touching. Lopsided grins coming from the two as Eddie hit a high note perfectly and Steve butchered the harmony. Eddie’s voice was dark and angelic. Steve’s eyes were red and perhaps they were sparkling in the purple and blue neon lights. They were having fun.
They’d be a cute couple, a voice in your head said bitterly. And you can sit and watch and be okay with it. Swallow all your emotions like you always do. Let yourself fade into background noise as you watch someone take the spot you want the most. It’s normal at this point, isn’t it? You’re going to be that pathetic and weak, aren’t you?
You looked down at your drink, riddled with those incessant voices in your head telling you that you weren’t good enough. Because you weren’t as forward as Steve, or as brave as Eddie. You couldn’t just say the words or say anything at all. Eddie said everything he thought and made it clear how he felt. It was so simple for him.
Besides…where would the friendship go if Eddie rejected you? Would it remain firm, the foundation solidified enough to keep you where you were before? Or would it start moving away, returning less and less frequently before the inevitable crash?
And how could you ever fathom surviving the implosion?
Eddie began to belt the final chorus, leaving Steve in the dust while secretly trying to get your attention. Maybe he was trying to impress you with his strengthened vocals and (pathetically) wanted you to notice.
But you continued to look down at your drink, scowling and swirling your straw around. He wanted to know what the hell was going on, why you were acting so strange tonight. It’d started out so well when he picked you up, letting the music be the only thing moving you forward. Even in the parking lot, with the jokes and a longing look that felt like it lasted for hours. And now you were…well. Whatever you were.
And the song ended, alongside the minimal applause and stage lights being turned off.
Steve patted Eddie’s shoulder as they got off. Eddie nodded at him before turning towards your table.
But Steve pulled at his forearm.
“Munson, wait.”
Eddie looked back. “Yeah, dude. What’s up?”
Steve smiled and Eddie could tell that he was utterly drunk. It was one of Steve’s goofy smiles, always seeming cartoonish with the way his lips curved into a wave. Eddie always thought it was kinda weird how he did that. Even a little creepy.
“Listen, I’m just gonna come out and ask you a question.”
“Okay…” Eddie trailed, now facing Steve completely.
“Would you ever want to go on a date?”
Eddie’s eyes widened, scanning Steve’s face to try and see if any of this was a joke.
But there was no punchline. He was serious.
“Like, together?” he asked slowly.
Steve laughed, having to lean on a nearby table to stable himself. “Yeah! I don’t know, I just kinda thought we had some chemistry or something. I’m drunk so I can’t articulate it very well, but I’ve wanted to ask for a while.”
Eddie raised a hand to scratch along his stubble and thought about it. Had he really not noticed that Steve was into him? He thought he’d made it clear to Robin his affections for you. He’d just assumed she would tell Steve but, clearly, she hadn’t.
It was all Eddie ever talked about when him and Robin were alone, holed up in Eddie’s bedroom with a couple of beers and When Harry Met Sally playing on his TV. She told him over and over how he should just say something to you or even drop hints here and there. And to be fair, he thought he had. Even tonight with the joint in your mouth and the comment about it not being as pretty as you. And you’d just waved it off. Acted like it was nothing. Moved on so quickly and so suddenly.
But.
Well.
Was there such harm in saying yes to Steve? You certainly hadn’t said anything and maybe it would be good for him to explore something with someone who he knew for sure wanted him. It could be simple with him. Steve was fun to be around. He could be happy with him if it went anywhere. Because it could go somewhere…
Right?
He stared at Steve for some time before he responded.
You tried to leave with Robin and Steve, but Eddie pulled you towards his van instead. That meant two blocks of walking together and he didn’t waste any time before he started talking.
“Where are you going, Weirdo?” he asked, throwing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into a side-hug. “You know you live closer to me.”
He was right. After Eddie had snagged his current job as a mechanic at a nice dealership, he’d gotten his own place so that he could have a space for himself. He really liked his alone time as much as he liked being around you or any of his other friends. One of the main reasons was because he needed complete silence when planning his campaigns and, well, Robin and Steve weren’t necessarily quiet people.
You chuckled, but it sounded forced. “Yeah, sorry. I guess I’m crossed or something,” you replied. “You’ve always had a higher tolerance than me.”
Eddie gave you a concerned look. “You okay?”
You nodded and tried to keep walking.
But he didn’t.
“You’re not holding my hand right now.”
His voice was soft, hardly above a whisper.
“Oh, I guess I just wasn’t thinking about it tonight.”
Or you’re not actually cross-faded, Eddie thought to himself. But he didn’t say anything, just bumped your shoulder with his and tried to bring the energy back. You hadn’t smiled since you’d all left and there was no way you’d leave tonight without one. So, he turned around and started walking backwards, shimmying his shoulders. He cracked the code, watching as you began to snort. Thank God.
“So, did you like my killer vocals?” he asked, his playful tone raising the energy back to its rightful place.
Until your smile faltered.
“Ohhhhhh, yeah,” you said, hardly sounding sarcastic or playful. And it certainly didn’t meet your eyes. “You and Steve looked like you were having fun.”
Eddie hesitated, wanting to tell you about Steve’s…proposition. Should he casually drop it into the conversation? Would tonight be the night that he admitted how he felt? Or would he continue to rely on you doing it?
“He asked me out,” Eddie said before he could think further, heart racing.
“What?”
“Yeah, right after we got offstage. Crazy, right?”
“What did you say?” you asked, stopping in your tracks. You were only across the street from his van now. Only twenty steps.
But you’d stopped.
So, Eddie did too.
“I told him I’d think about it,” he replied.
“And have you? Thought about it?”
He tried to read your expression, but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t.
So, he pushed.
“I don’t know. Hadn’t thought of it before he said anything. I mean, it’s kinda out of nowhere…”
“Do you like him?” you whispered.
Eddie thought about lying, to try and elicit some form of jealousy from you so he could start the conversation. Gamble and see what happens. But he couldn’t lie to you like that. It wouldn’t be right. It’d just be shitty.
“Not really. Like, Steve’s pretty and all and he’s a really good friend or whatever. But I just haven’t really thought much about it and then suddenly there he was, poof, asking me out. And, I don’t know, I just thought it was a bit weird.”
You nodded along, looking away. “Yeah, that’s weird.”
Eddie couldn’t help himself. “Do you think I should say yes?”
“You’re asking me?” you asked, your eyebrows pinching together.
You looked…upset. Why did you look so upset at the question?
“Absolutely,” he said, nodding.
“Why do you want my opinion? I mean, you’ve known him longer.”
Eddie shrugged. “Well, I don’t know. I value your opinion or whatever.”
You scoffed. “I don’t think I should be the determining factor on who you should date.”
You have no fucking clue.
“And if I wanted you to be?”
The words left his lips before he could save himself and, God, his heart was banging on his flesh, like it was trying to escape. Like it wasn’t able to handle it any more in his wired brain.
You hesitated again.
“Well, I don’t know.” Before Eddie could ask again, you sighed. “Do what you want, Eddie. Just…be careful.”
He shut his mouth again and nodded.
“Yeah, alright. Sure.”
Eddie spent that night analyzing your hesitation. Maybe it was a sign. Maybe you were thinking about how stupid he was or, even worse, maybe you were just too scared to say anything. Like him.
Your lips had quivered slightly. You were holding back those words again, the ones that felt like they’d already been shared and were waved off by the time you spoke again. And it drove him absolutely crazy.
And instead of asking you, he texted Steve.
About that date… When and where?
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Arranged Heartbreak - Sebastian Sallow
Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Fem! Reader
Words: 15k
Warnings: angst, fluff, courting, pining, cute but also very sad, Sebastian is so in love it's ridiculous,
Summary: "He felt a sudden urge to lean in, to kiss her and show her that all this courtesy and proper behaviour meant nothing to him. He just wanted her. He just wanted to be hers." Falling in love had never been easy. Falling in love with an upper-class muggle-born? A recipe for assured heartbreak.
A/N: In a way, self-indulgent (if ykyk). English is not my first language, so I apologise for any mistake. The perfumes described are also based on real perfumes (Miss Dior, Trussardi, Tom Ford - Beau De Jour)
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you can find the whole fic also here on A03
Act I
The first time Sebastian met her, they were in their fifth-year.
She was new: a transfer student from Italy with foreign relatives, at least from her father’s side. The circumstances weren’t quite favourable, though, as the reason for their first meeting was Sebastian being a good friend after Ominis wronged her, and trying to mend the ties between the two of them.
When Sebastian dared to ask his friend what the reason for their disagreement was, the blond only blushed in embarrassment, before uttering two simple words that made his breath hitch. “Women’s rights.”
"I'm sure I can charm my way in as always," Sebastian replied confidently after the blond expressed his own doubts. "Just tell me where you think we can find this Miss ____."
“I think I know where she spends her time when not in the Common Room,” Ominis said grimly, as he began to lead his friend through the corridors. “Thank you, Sebastian, but I must warn you… she’s very stubborn. You might not be able to convince her so easily.”
"Anything for you my friend." Sebastian smiled, completely ignoring the last statement, and followed Ominis around as the blond, he realised after a few minutes, led him towards the Library. He smiled despite himself as they entered the familiar place and started scanning for anyone whom he didn't recognise.
As they turned a corner, he stopped abruptly. At the end of the aisle stood a girl pacing back and forth with a tome in her hands, frowning slightly as she read through the pages.
Sebastian immediately noticed the typical Mediterranean features, such as the curve of her hips that appeared from time to time as her robes swung around her body with each step, her olive-toned but flawless skin, and her big, deep eyes adorned with long, thick lashes.
He felt his breath catch at the elegance with which she moved, not exactly confident per se, no — on the contrary, the way her shoulders slumped a little and her legs stayed close together with each step showed a complete lack of the usual poise purebloods usually had. She moved like a Muggle, but her steps held a commensurate regality to her family's supposed high esteem, and the way her head ducked slightly toward the book told him that she had been prepared for more in life than holding a profession in the wizarding world.
"That's Miss ____? If only you could see her… you would've fallen to your knees during the argument." Sebastian leaned in to whisper to Ominis: his tone was definitely teasing but there was some wonder in it.
Ominis nudged his arm, letting out a bashful laugh. “I can easily sense it as well.”
Sebastian looked down at him, and at the wand glowing red in his hands. It never failed to fascinate him.
“You better keep your wits about you. She nearly bit my head off and no matter how many times I tried to retort, she always seemed one step ahead.” The Gaunt boy sighed and then gave the brunet a small knowing smile. “I think she's already got you wrapped around her finger though. You can't blame me for not falling for her, I never did have that much of a thing for romance.”
"Is that so?" Sebastian teased him, stealing glances at the girl and noticing the way her bottom lip slightly disappeared under her top one every once in a while. "Well, I'll go get your forgiveness and perhaps..." He trailed off with a slight smirk, now taking a long, not-so-subtle look. "Your blessing as well?"
“I’m no priest.” Ominis let out a small laugh. “She’s really got a hold on you, hasn’t she? I can only wish you my best of luck. And if all else fails, you have my blessing to give up.”
"Oh, really? Always glad to know I can count on you.” Sebastian rolled his eyes and nudged his arm. “Watch me, then."
He fixed his collar and took a deep breath, before approaching the girl. "Hello, are you Miss ____?"
The girl looked up from her book, surprised. "That's me, how can I help you?"
She stared him up and down, her eyes piercing through him, whether willingly or not, he couldn’t tell.
“I’m Sebastian Sallow.” He greeted. “I’m a friend of Ominis, I’m sure you’ve met before. He had mentioned you as a transfer student from Italy. Beauxbatons, I suppose?”
“Ominis, you said?” She repeated, her tone laced with a hint of annoyance. She discarded his question and her eyes narrowed. "Came to mock as well, have you then?"
"Certainly not," he said, trying to maintain a friendly cadence in his voice. "I'm here on his behalf in fact. He has, well, in his own words, done you a great disservice, and I'm here to ask for your forgiveness, should you be willing to hear it.”
She quirked an eyebrow at that, and he suddenly was all too aware of his own breathing. He continued nonetheless.
"You must excuse his manners, his views can be... rather narrow-minded, as you can see. And not of his own volition." He paused for a moment, trying not to take his eyes off hers. That would not look very assertive in a situation like that. "If you want to hear me out, I mean. I can understand if you don’t think he's worth your time."
"I see he is so contrite that he had to send you to atone for his mistakes instead of fixing them on his own." She said sarcastically. "Me and Ominis Gaunt have nothing to do with each other, he had made his stances pretty clear and our conversation ended hours ago."
Her tone was full of distaste and he bit his lower lip, trying not to grimace. "That's fair," he sighed slowly. "I wouldn’t do anything differently in your position, frankly. I will not force you to do anything, Miss ____, I know how valuable a person's time is. Just know that Ominis does feel remorse, even though he may not show it at the moment. He just needs time."
"I don't believe in apologies, Mr Sallow. I believe in actions." She said sternly. "And in cowardice."
His heart gave a slight jump at the weight of her words, and he definitely should have defended his best friend's honour better, but as a breach of trust, he felt a small smile creep onto his face.
"You know, I like you, Miss ____," he admitted, surprised at himself. "You're not afraid to tell people the truth. And I agree with you: Words mean nothing if they aren't followed by actions. I can assure you that Ominis is ready to show his remorse. You need only tell me what you'd like him to do, and I'm sure he'll comply."
"Mr. Sallow, I appreciate your willingness to help your friend," she said tersely. "But the offended shouldn't be the one to tell the offender how to make amends."
Damn, Ominis wasn't lying, the boy thought to himself.
"Good point." He admitted with a small smile. "You're right, he should be the one to prove his sincerity. If he can't think of anything himself, then he's just showing he doesn't mean it."
She nodded in agreement, not letting her guard down. “Is that all, or is there something else?”
"Do you think you can forgive him if he finds a way to make reparations?” He asked, more out of curiosity than anything else. He was actually impressed with how the girl handled the whole situation, especially because he had to stifle a snarky remark to Ominis himself after the latter had told him about their conversation word for word. He had expected her to be a bit more spiteful, given she was the offended party here.
"If he demonstrates that he has truly changed his mind and shows it with his actions, not words, then yes... I'm willing to forgive him."
"You are very reasonable. Most people would not be willing to forgive so easily, if at all," he admitted, and his voice was full of genuine admiration. He glanced around, his eyes falling on her book, and the corners of his eyes wrinkled slightly.
“Well, it’s no use holding grudges when they’re repentable. It’s neither wise, nor reasonable, as you mentioned. Would that mean I’m both those things?”
"Oh, it definitely does. After all, it takes one to know one," he answered with a hint of arrogance in his voice. "You're a rare gem, you know that, Miss ____?"
She gave him a small, almost contemptuous smile. "Flattery won't make me forgive him faster, Mr Sallow, I hope you know that." She closed the book and put it back on the shelf.
"I did not expect it would," he replied with a smile of his own. "But I did not lie. You're a very sharp young woman. You know how the world works, and you're not afraid to speak your mind. That's a rare thing and it's what makes you so... unique."
“Unique, you say?” She flashed her eyebrows, amused.
"You're like a lighting bolt through the fog that lights up what's hidden in the middle. I envy that."
She raised an eyebrow slightly as his attempt to a simile. "Lightning cannot travel through the fog. It will disperse in it through the water droplets.”.
“Alright, keep your scientific knowledge above me.” He rolled his eyes, unable to ignore the heat rising to his cheeks at his failure. She shook her head slightly.
“Everyone should learn how to live in this world, and many people are afraid to speak their truth in fear of judgement from others. I don't believe we should annul ourselves to fit in with other people." Her fingers lightly touched the covers of the books resting on the shelves. He followed the motion.
"Unless..." She gave a small smile. "It can benefit us."
"You're quite the philosopher too, aren't you?" He couldn't help but grin. "A better philosopher than I am a poet, I can see. 'Know thyself', as that old Greek philosopher said. Your ancestors must've passed down such a trait, I can't imagine anyone with Italian ancestry has anything but deep thinkers within them."
“You mean Socrates?” She commented, amused. "I guess that's a trait only someone with a romantic background can have. As seen by your poetry.”
He turned his head away for a moment with a dampened smile. “We do also have some exceptional poets, though, don’t we? Even Muggle poets aren’t that bad.”
“Ah, yes. I love me some Shakespeare," she said with a hint of irony a small smirk playing on her lips.
“I think Chaucher is pretty good, as well. He wrote some classics, too. I loved the Canterbury Tales,” he retorted, tilting his head slightly as he looked at her, awaiting. Sebastian found himself wanting to impress her. Why, he had no idea.
“I prefer the Decameron,” and there was her prompt answer as she gave him a playful grin.
His heart skipped a beat.
“I see what you’re doing there.” He smiled impishly. “Can’t blame you, though I haven't gotten around to reading it yet.”
“Then I suppose you should start at the source," the girl shrugged, tapping over the hard book covers.
He glanced at her delicate hand and the repetitive movement, enchanted, then turned back to her. “You read a lot of books, don't you?”
“Enough to keep up-to-date.”
He couldn't help but chuckle, feeling a little more seen than his comfort usually allowed him to be. "Is that where you get your sharp wit from?”
“I prefer to think of it as an innate ability, but I suppose a few more fancy words to expand my lexicon won’t hurt.”
“Fancy words, eh? What for?"
“You can accomplish much more with an adequate parlance in certain situations than with all the gold in the world," she explained toughtfully, her voice clear and proud and a little teasing. There was the philosopher again.
“Ah, I see. Is that what you’re doing now?” He couldn't help but ask, not tearing his eyes off hers. And her eyes were particularly enchanting, he noted, with various flecks of colour gleaming in the soft warm light of the Library toarches. And perhaps—
“Am I charming you, Mr Sallow?” She interrupted his thoughts and he dearly hoped no unwanted extra pigment made its way through his cheeks.
“I want to trust that my spirit is stronger than that.” He cleared his throat. “So, that’s what you meant by benefiting from other people?”
“Sometimes we need to pave our own way to reach a point, other times it's better to... steal a ride from someone?”
"Very wisely said," he replied with a little laugh. "So, how would you... steal a ride?" He continued thoughtfully. "I see no other way than to be true to oneself. If your goal is to reach a point, wouldn't it be better to forge your own path rather than take someone's? At the risk of sounding arrogant myself."
"If a path is already paved and it's the shortest way to your goal, it would be a pity not to use it." She looked up at him. "To be true to oneself doesn't mean to be hubristic, Mr Sallow."
"I admit you have a point. If one wants to get to a destination as soon and with as little effort as possible, the path of least resistance is the best, but at the same time, aren't we meant to overcome adversity and find our own path? I find that much more rewarding than simply following in someone else's footsteps."
"For example, your friend Ominis sending you to beg for his forgiveness instead of doing it himself?"
He couldn't help but chuckle softly at that. "You're quite the sharp one, Miss ____. It’s becoming rather impressive."
She raised her eyebrows in surprise and he gave her a small smile in return.
"I suppose I'm the hypocrite here, aren't I?"
"Quite," she smiled as well. "But you should go back to him, he seems quite on edge in that corner." Her face fell at the sight of the other boy. "Anything else I can help you with?"
"You really have me cornered," he said, his eyebrows raising in amusement. "I'm beginning to realise I'm not nearly as clever as I think I am — or maybe it's just that you are cleverer. In any case, you're quite the conversationalist." His eyes crinkled at her. "I have nothing more to ask right now. Except..." He took a small step forward. "Would you like to meet sometime… and talk some more?"
"Now who's the blunt one, Mr Sallow?" Despite that, she gave him a small nod. "But sure, I suppose I don't hate the idea."
"I'm glad. You seem like someone I would like to keep as a friend."
"Ah, so it's a mere question of convenience," she said teasingly. "Tell your friend Ominis that he has to work harder for my forgiveness, but I suppose you haven't made his mistakes, yet, so I can accept the idea, Mr Sallow."
He scoffed playfully at that, before saying: "You can call me Sebastian…”
“Can I now?” She flashed her eyebrows at him and shook her head. “I suppose the Wizarding World works differently. All right, Sebastian it is.”
He frowned a little, noticing she didn’t reciprocate his courtesy to use her first name. “Good. And for what it's worth, having you for a friend wouldn't just be for my convenience," he said, amused. "So?"
"I suppose I can grant you that privilege." The corner of her lips raised slightly in a teasing grin. "Now I'll leave you to your friend, it seems like you two have a lot to talk about."
He laughed softly, his eyes following her as she walked past him. "Privilege, is it? You make it sound like charity."
In that moment, he realised he liked being teased by her: it never felt mean-spirited, and he found himself hoping that encounter would only be the first of many.
"Wait!" He called after her a moment later. "One last question, if that's alright?"
She stopped, a bit surprised, and turned around. "What is it?"
"You mentioned earlier my friend Ominis should have a way of making reparations if he was serious about forgiveness. I wouldn't want to impose," he asked, "but could you at least tell me where he stands?"
She looked at him for a second, before sending him a charming smile.
"He stands on the edge of a cliff," she simply said, before turning around again and leaving the Library.
And he knew he was done for when he felt an amused smile pull at his lips as he watched her go.
Act II
The first time Sebastian truly realised his feelings for her was during their sixth year.
He sat in the dorm with Ominis, the latter immersed in yet another book about feminism: the only books he had read since the disagreement. Not that he had much choice, because as soon as Sebastian noticed the pages running short in the blond’s alabaster hand, he would go and fetch him yet another book from the same section.
“Do it for me.” The brunet always said, and Ominis had no idea what exactly that did for him.
Nor did he know if the world-weary sighs coming from his fellow Slytherin were directed to how slowly he was reading this last book, or to something else entirely.
“What’s got your wand in a knot?” He finally asked, putting his own red-glowing-and-not-in-a-knot wand down and closing the book.
“Nothing.” Said the other boy nonchalantly, as if his suspires hadn’t become gradually louder in an attempt to annoy the blond enough to make him pay attention to him.
“Is it her?”
Ah, of course he knew.
“No.”
But Ominis knew exactly what he was getting at, and frankly was done with his antics, so he decided to ignore him again.
Sebastian’s eye twitched at the silence. His hands began fidgeting the more the other boy didn’t indulge him, and, despite his efforts to stay in control, in the end he gave up.
“Fine. Yes.” He yielded, groaning loudly and letting his hands thump on the mattress for good measure. “It’s her.”
“What about it?” The Gaunt boy asked tiredly, expecting Sebastian to go on a tangent on how she had bested him at Defence Against the Dark Arts again.
But Sebastian’s mind was far too preoccupied to care about his reputation as the best duellist in school.
“I want to court her.”
Ominis stopped in his tracks, his pearly eyes widening as his friend’s words sank in.
"You... You want to court her?" he asked, his heart skipping a beat.
Of course, he knew the Sallow boy had shown some… softness around the new student. And that he seemed to think of her with higher regard than others. But never would he have imagined the words ‘Sebastian Sallow’ and ‘courting’ in the same sentence — unless he thought of him as best-man for his sister Anne. Despite the brunet’s pleasantries and quips about the new student, Ominis had always taken them as what he thought they were: jokes.
But now there he was, choking on his breath as Sebastian confessed his true intentions with the girl he apparently had been really crushing on during that last year.
Still, no matter the seemingly distressed state of his friend, he couldn’t help but tease him as good mates usually do.
"After seeing how you two interact with each other, she'd chew you up and spit you out, and then she'd curse you for not having done a better job. Still, I suppose it's the thought that counts.” He gave the brunet a small smile. “I won't dissuade you from pursuing her... just maybe think twice before you do, alright?"
"Well... thank you, it's good to know you have my back." Sebastian scoffed sarcastically. "Are you sure you're not trying to dissuade me from having her so you could woo her yourself? I thought I had your blessing.”
Ominis couldn't help but give an amused laugh at his statement. "Not even I can play that dirty, Sebastian. If that's what you want, I won't stop you; I'm just warning you not to set your heart on it if you can't handle the rejection. Not only is she beautiful, in your words, but she is clever and quick-witted, too: not an easy combination to seek the hand of."
“If my attempts at romancing her are anything like your attempts at getting her forgiveness, then I’ll surely be sporting that rejection soon.” Sebastian sighed loudly once more. “What should I do? Should I buy her flowers? Chocolate?”
“Flowers usually do the trick,” Ominis replied thoughtfully. “Perhaps you could get her something sweet as well.”
"But... But what are her favourite flowers? Or worse, what if she doesn't like flowers, or chocolate for that matter? What if she prefers white chocolate and I get her milk chocolate?" Sebastian was clearly starting to panic, and Ominis’ lungs couldn’t help but replicate those weary sighs, too.
"Does anyone really dislike flowers?" Ominis asked rhetorically. "I'm sure even if they're not her favourite, it'll show you're putting in effort.”
Sebastian nodded, listening intently and basically hanging on Ominis’ lips as if the blond was about to reveal to him the universal secret of auspicious courtship.
“As for the chocolate, I'm sure she'll forgive a little mistake: just pick the best you can afford and you'll do just fine. But," Ominis added, a smile returning to his face, "you should try to get to know her tastes a little better first, before you bring her any kind of gift. Have you not learnt anything during all this time you have been friends?"
“We don’t usually talk about flowers.” Sebastian replied indignantly.
“Right, right. You’re more keen on blasting each other to pieces in a duel. Both mental and physical.”
Sebastian smiled fondly.
“Or, to be precise, she blasts you.” Ominis added, amused.
Sebastian’s smile disappeared.
“You’re no help at all.” He turned away from him on the bed and sighed deeply again. "All right, so: tomorrow, I'll approach her after Potions, and ask her if she wants to go to Hogsmeade… Or perhaps I can partner up with her during the lesson?"
"You really are desperate to get her attention, aren't you? Well, both seem like good plans. The latter has the extra benefit of giving you more time to spend with her with no room for unwise wand usage,” Ominis laughed, “and might make more of an impression when the Hogsmeade visit comes around."
-
The next day, Sebastian managed to sit next to her and get partnered up with her to brew the Wit-Sharpening Potion.
"Use a knife to cut off two pieces of Ginger Root and add to the cauldron until the potion turns green, then add Armadillo Bile. Sebastian, could you cut the root while I get the Armadillo Bile?" She asked him, arranging the ingredients on their worktable.
"Sure thing," Sebastian replied, his heart beginning to pound a little. “Is that what you drink everyday to keep your wits about?” He joked with her as he picked up the knife.
“Oh, yes. Perhaps you should try it. The bile sure adds to the taste.”
He made a face as he added the Ginger Root. “I'd rather be daft, then.”
She laughed and moved back next to him. As she got closer, he couldn't help but notice her scent: it was flowery, intoxicating, and he realised for the first time how beautiful his friend really was.
"Is it me," he asked, his voice a little unsure, "or do you smell like... Lily-of-the-Valley? What's that perfume you're wearing?"
"Oh," she was a bit taken aback. "It's Centifolia Rose, but it does have some lily notes. I brew the perfume myself. Do you like it?"
"You... You made it yourself? That's impressive, truly," he said in awe, a wide smile breaking on his face as he blushed slightly. "It's an amazing scent. It's hard to describe: it's like a spring garden, full of blooming flowers. I like it very much."
He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before choking on his spit as the foul smell of the potion mingled with the fragrance.
She laughed as he began to cough. “Yes, the perfect spring garden.”
“Oh, stop. I was trying to compliment you.” He nudged her arm as he cleared his throat from the fumes, before speaking again. "It must be very time-consuming, though. How did you learn to do such a thing?"
"Thank you, Sebastian, that's really kind." She said, adding the bile. "I always found wizard perfumes to be a bit too strong for my taste, while high-quality muggle perfumes are a bit too expensive, so I decided to learn by myself." The potion turned blue just like the instructions said. "I used Centifolia Rose as the main ingredient. Then I embroidered it with Lily-of-the-Valley notes, apricot, Peony, and Iris."
"It's all really feminine," he said softly, the blush still colouring his cheeks. "It really suits you. You're certainly very skilled, and I have to say: that's a very impressive knowledge of ingredients and aromas to combine. I could barely distinguish the scent of Lily-of-the-Valley, let alone the others, but I'm sure that's part of your charms as a witch, is it not?"
He sent her a small glance, quirking an eyebrow, and she shook her head mirthfully.
"And as someone who knows so much about scents, how do I smell like to you, would you say?" He continued, never tearing his eyes away from the girl.
She hesitated for a second at his request, and looked up at his excited face before giving in and leaning closer to his neck. Sebastian's heart skipped a beat, a small smile gracing his lips as his breathing hitched slightly.
"Lavender and Cedarwood..." She paused, leaning a bit closer. "And a tinge of Rosemary."
“That's... lovely." He said, his voice barely a whisper as he still felt the heat of her breath on his skin. The world seemed to still around them, and even his heartbeat fell silent to his ears at her proximity.
"It's a lovely scent indeed," she agreed. "I've never made a man's fragrance before..."
“You haven’t?” He asked, shocked. “Not even for your close family?”
She shook her head. “My father isn’t fond of perfumes himself: he prefers to only use soap.”
She then smiled, a hint of pride in her eyes. "I've made another I really like, though — almost as much as this one. I mainly used Italian tangerine and neroli. Then I combined lavender with jasmine and white dahlia, and at the base, violet and patchouli essential oil. I feel combining fruit and flowers really brings out the best of it, especially when adding essential oil to really consolidate the perfume itself. I gifted it to Poppy earlier this year.”
“You have to let me smell that." He said with a smile. “Your skills never cease to impress me. How do you even know how to combine all the ingredients perfectly?”
“It’s an art, and it took me a long time to master.” She admitted, blushing slightly at his compliments. “I guess that's why I'm good at Potions."
With a last stir, the potion turned a perfect, bright orange.
"That's incredible." Sebastian’s eyes widened, taken aback as he stared at the cauldron.
"You are an exquisite perfumer: in fact, I think you must be one of the best in the world." He broke into an elated giggle as he sang his friend’s praises. "And an excellent potioneer as well!"
"I wouldn't go that far… But perhaps I could make you a perfume, too. Not that yours is bad…” She quickly added, averting her eyes. "I could actually use those same ingredients and make something out of it, if you're alright with it."
At her mere suggestion, his heart began to race, and the sudden rush of blood left his cheeks feeling hot to the touch.
"I— that'd be wonderful," he said, struggling to find the words to express himself. "I would be honoured to have it. You're a very special person, you know that?"
She smiled. "We're friends after all, Sebastian, are we not?"
He nodded with a grateful smile, and while Professor Sharp collected their phial, she began muttering in Italian about the best ingredients for his perfume.
“Lavanda e rosmarino… e muschio, forse?”
His blush only spread as he heard her speak in her native language. It sounded like she was singing: Her voice was soft, melodic as the vowels seemed to flow with each other beautifully. Sebastian had never heard spoken Italian before: Sure, he had found it in books sometimes, even attempted to read it, but never had he had the pleasure to hear it. Until now, as he was shamelessly staring at her with his mouth agape.
"Friends," he repeated, his voice soft and his heart racing, his blush ever-so-present on his cheeks as she kept muttering under her breath, "but maybe, one day, we could be… more than that?"
But she didn't seem to hear that last part as she began to put her stuff away and smiled brightly at him. "I think I'll have it ready for next week, how does that sound?"
He snapped out of his trance as he met her eyes. "That sounds perfect. Thank you, truly”.
No amount of words could describe what he was feeling, as he watched her move in that elegant poise he noticed the first day, as he saw the small smile dancing on her lips and the excited glint in her eyes, as he noticed her hands trembling a bit when she grasped her book. All he knew was that he was falling, falling deep, falling at each word she said, at each gesture.
And he didn’t mind it at all.
"Then consider it my gift to you." She gave him a wave before exiting the classroom.
Sebastian smiled back, letting his eyes linger on her figure until she disappeared from his sight.
Then his heart jumped in excitement and he could hardly contain himself as he walked — ran — to Ominis.
"Did you see... well, hear what she said? Our conversation? That went well, right?" Sebastian said, laughing to himself in disbelief, his heart pounding in his chest as he lightly bounced on his feet like a kid with a new toy. "Do you think she really wants to make me a perfume? That is… insane. Wonderful. It’s like having her, only bottled up and carried with me forever."
“Hold on now,” Ominis shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips, “You really do have more than a crush, don’t you?”
“Well, obviously. I had already told you about my intentions.” Sebastian rolled his eyes, but no matter what, he couldn’t shake the smile off his lips, not the elation coursing through his veins.
"I can positively say that I've never seen you like this." Ominis said, tilting his head. "But you must have made a really good impression to receive a gift like that."
"Shall I take that as a hint I can court her? Maybe ask her to Hogsmeade next week?"
"That's not a hint, that's an order," the blond teased him, and Sebastian began to bounce on his feet again, unable to stay still.
"Should I ask if I can call her by her first name? I mean, she calls me 'Sebastian' after all, and it's been almost a year since we've become friends… don't you think it's time?"
"I don't know about asking for a first name basis: after all, different cultures require different approaches." Ominis said thoughtfully. "Do you know what flower you'll ask her out with? I remember reading that Muggles tend to communicate their romantic intentions using the language of flowers. No one wants to show up to a date empty-handed, right? Though I suppose with her skills as a perfumer, she may be the exception when it comes to flowers in general."
"I... I don't know..." Sebastian's eyes moved around, seemingly searching in his brain for an answer. "She said the main ingredient of her perfume is centifolia rose, so perhaps I could go for that... but she also mentioned lily of the valley, which is the first flower I mentioned when smelling her perfume, which could be more of a hint related to us both…"
Ominis nodded and went to answer, but was interrupted before he could even take a breath.
"Maybe a whole bouquet?" Sebastian's eyes began to shine. "With all the flowers she mentioned and then some?"
"That sounds very thoughtful. It would mean an awful lot to her I'm sure." The blond smiled at his friend. "Are you nervous?"
"Yes..." Sebastian replied, taking a deep breath.
"It'll be fine. Just be yourself."
-
Almost an entire week had passed after that conversation and Sebastian was absolutely stressing out. He had asked her to go to Hogsmeade that weekend as planned and, to his surprise and elation, she had accepted.
The day of Sebastian's planned date had finally arrived and he was turning in front of the mirror, sporting a nicer garb than usual. While the brunet was always well-kept, the green sack coat and his matching grey vest were something very unordinary for the rather casual sixth year.
"Ready to win her heart?" Ominis asked, leaning against the wall as Sebastian huffed and grunted. "You're going to make a great impression, and swipe her off her feet."
Sebastian blushed deeply as he took the bouquet he had prepared for her. His heart was racing: what if he made a fool of himself? What if she doesn't feel the same? What if the bouquet is too much?
"What if she doesn't like it?" Ominis teased his friend, as if reading his mind. "Don't you worry. You've put a lot of thought into your gift and she will definitely notice. You also bought a new dress just for her. Any woman in the world would be lucky to be on your arm today, and I assure you she'll feel the same."
Sebastian nodded, still nervous but feeling a bit better at his friend's words. Ominis could be a tease sometimes, but he knew when Sebastian wasn't in the mood to be poked fun on and only needed genuine encouragement. And that was one of those days.
"Wish me luck." He said as he left the Common Room and headed for the tree near the lake. His hands were sweating in anticipation and anxiety as he held the bouquet close to his chest.
And then he saw a figure approach him and his heart jumped in his throat.
To say that the girl looked stunning would be like telling the sun it shines. An euphemism of the highest ungraciousness.
She wore a lilac bell skirt which delicately hugged her hips, and tucked in was a matching bodice with small gigot sleeves laced with white embroidered frills and ruffles. She wore no gloves, nor a hat, as he knew Muggle women liked to do. Her hair was tied in a seemingly messy up-do — which Sebastian knew actually took a long time to achieve, as he had seen Anne spend hours in front of her vanity mirror attempting to recreate that same hairstyle for future occasions — with small curls framing her face near her ears.
He felt like a wreck, his nerves burning all over his body, but he was at least composed enough to greet her with more than a flustered smile and an awkward cough.
"M-Miss ____..." He said, bowing gallantly at the waist. "You look... exquisite. I must be the one to feel lucky today, to be in your company."
She blushed deeply, chuckling a bit at his exaggerated greeting. "You also look… very elegant today, Sebastian."
His stomach seemed to flip and he averted his eyes, which then fell on the small box in her hands. "Might I carry that for you?"
She smiled, handing him the gift. "You can carry it... because it's yours."
Her eyes twinkled with both pride for her job and perturbation at his reaction. She had carefully wrapped the gift in a velvet green foulard: the small bottle was transparent, with a green top ribboned in silver lace, the colours of Slytherin. "I had promised I'd make you a perfume, and there it is."
She watched as he opened it, twisting her hands at the centre of her hips.
When the wrapping came off fully, his jaw dropped.
"This..." He whispered, running his fingers over the bottle. "This is wonderful. Thank you. Do you mind if I try it on right now? You know me, I could never resist a new, lovely scent."
"Of course, it's made just for that after all." She smiled. "Now you can look dashing and smell good all the same."
"Well, I'd like to think that my dashing-ness is a natural feature, but I'm all for smelling good as well."
He opened the bottle carefully, and sprayed the perfume on his wrists. Immediately, he smelled the Lavender, and an earthy, homely scent. Something that actually reminded him of Feldcroft, of the summer days he spent with Anne and Ominis, when the latter visited to get away from his family. It smelled like home, and it came from her.
"This is... incredible. How do you do it?" His eyes were wide in pure delight, and his expression showed nothing but admiration for her skills as a perfumer — and for the care she had put in a gift for him.
She grinned at his reaction and averted her eyes. "It's a fougère fragrance. I used Lavender as the main ingredient: it's very popular among men's perfume and it's the first thing I noticed in Potions class... then I laced it with herbs such as Rosemary, Basil and Oakmoss, and I tied it all together with Cedarwood. It's a very earthy scent..."
"That's all a little beyond my expertise," Sebastian admitted sheepishly, his cheeks tinged red. "But it really is quite amazing; you're very talented, I can't stress that enough. I'm so grateful that you made this for me.
"I must do something to repay you some day. Are there any scents you like? I know this shop in Hogsmeade which sells amazing essential oil. Anne used to go there all the time."
“Aromatica, you mean? It’s one of my favourites.” She smiled. "I have a vast collection already, but thank you..." She stepped closer and gently grabbed the small bottle from his hands. "May I?"
His mouth went dry and it seemed like his breath had completed its journey long before its usual end. He nodded, swallowing loudly. “Of course, Miss ____.”
She lightly sprayed the perfume on the curve of his neck, and his heart raced, and his skin felt warm, and her smile felt like a gentle caress, and her eyes…
He felt an overwhelming urge to be even closer to her.
"Please, you can use my first name, and..." She looked up into his eyes. "How about that bouquet you're hiding behind you as a 'payback', hmm?”
A blush crept across his face. Her first name. She had granted him the permission to use her first name. He smiled widely, his heart doing all sorts of somersaults in his chest.
"I'd be delighted to, if you'd like me to call you that." He laughed quietly, and stepped closer, finally revealing the bouquet with a sweep of his hand. "For you."
Her smile widened and, as she saw the bouquet, her eyes did too. She seemed to be at loss for words and his hands trembled in anticipation at her reaction. She took the bouquet carefully. "You... This... There's every flower I've mentioned for my perfumes... how did you remember all of them?" She looked up at Sebastian in wonder. "This is beautiful, Sebastian, thank you." She smiled up at him, her eyes twinkling with gratitude.
"It's nothing at all, the flowers are too beautiful not to remember them," he said, grinning from ear to ear at her reaction. "And they all have such unique meanings. I’ve read a bit about the ‘language of flowers’ Muggles use. They’re very special. Like you."
She linked her arm with his as they began walking to Hogsmeade. "I’m special? How so?"
"Well, you're very intelligent and articulate, not to mention very beautiful, I must say," he said, grinning sheepishly.
"You're also really kind, and I've never met someone so... I can't really describe it, but when you look at me... well, you make me feel special, and I..." He took a deep breath, his hand opening and closing nervously at his side as he forced the words out. "I— I think I feel something for you."
She smiled and averted her eyes, and Sebastian could see her cheeks redden. His heart tugged and he bit his lip to contain his own excitement. Maybe it wasn't a mistake.
"So... The walk to Hogsmeade, the flowers, the compliments and your confession... Sebastian, is this courting, perhaps?" She teased him.
"I... yes. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and…" He blushed slightly at the feeling of her hand on his arm, and a small giggle escaped him. But then his eyes lit up as he registered her light tone. "Does that mean... you'll allow me to court you?"
"I... I do, yes."
She pulled his arm even closer, and a wide grin spread across his face. His hands were trembling, and he tried to suppress the overwhelming urge to pull her into his arms. "Well then... Would you like to have dinner with me tonight, in Hogsmeade?"
She looked up at him in wonder. "That would be nice, yes."
They walked together for a bit, enjoying the sound of nature around them, the occasional carriages and the forest creatures which sometimes peeked curiously through the trees, before she finally spoke. "I… I don't know much about 'wizard courtship' and how different it is from Muggle one. For instance, if we were Muggles, I would need to be chaperoned. I couldn't have been walking with you and you alone."
"Really? You're not allowed to have private conversations without supervision?" He asked, his eyes wide in surprise. "What happens if you don't obey and have a private conversation? Do you get 'chastised' or something? Tell me more."
"People would consider me unworthy of respect, and think I’m doing... inappropriate things, thus ruining my chances for marriage," she rolled her eyes. "That's why I'm so adamant about women's roles and feminism, and it's the reason I got so angry after Ominis' statements."
Oh.
"Hmm... that is a strange custom I must say, it seems very... restrictive. It makes me sad to think people would see you as anything besides a wonderful, independent young lady." He said thoughtfully. "What would they think if they saw us walking together now? I'm holding your arm, and our conversation is certainly private. Does that mean we're already courting in the eyes of the Muggle world, no dinner nor flowers required?"
"If they just saw us walking, they would think we're already engaged, or that we're related." She gave him a faint smile. "If they were to find out we aren't, we would both be 'thrown onto the streets', as they say."
She paused for a moment, taking in her surroundings. "It is also unethical for a man to be interested in a woman unless he was wealthy enough to marry her on a predictable date.”
"That means men must be rich before they can court you?" Sebastian asked, as if the idea were ridiculous. "That can't be how a union is meant to happen — that’s absurd. The heart knows where it wants to go, regardless of matters as insignificant as social standing and wealth. Isn't that what matters the most?"
"Usually, the middle class has more... freedom. They can marry for love, although the father of the woman has to approve of the man first. Most upper class, instead, are bound by arranged marriages, although there are some exceptions." She sighed, squeezing his arm closer. "And yes, no woman can go out with a man without a married woman or perhaps a brother following them. There's also no concept of dating, Sebastian, and the mere use of a first name could be misleading people into thinking you're my fiancé."
"Oh... So, a woman is not considered independent? What would happen if she were to act without her father's permission, does the law punish her somehow, or is it just a social custom?" The light dawned on Sebastian's face. "And, if the father approves of her marrying someone, how is that very different from arranged marriage? Do women not have a choice?"
"The woman has a choice to refuse, yes, but the price sometimes is worse than the marriage itself: disappointment from your parents, ostracization, repression, some even end up in… well… abuse..."
"Abuse?" Sebastian paled, his voice louder than he intended it to be. "In a marriage? That is cruelty, or madness... How is such a thing even legal anywhere? It is despicable."
“I’m telling you this, because… well…” She sighed. "My parents ought to know nothing about this, about us, until we either stop seeing each other or you decide to marry me... I'm sorry, Sebastian."
His breath caught, but he nodded nonetheless, reassuringly. “I won’t tell a soul.”
"The wizarding world is more lenient, is it not? And I'm a witch. Muggle-born or not, I'm a witch and I plan to live in this world."She looked up at him with a determined but hopeful spark, and took a trembling breath.. "I won't go back to that, I won't be thrown into an arranged marriage, I want to be free, I..."
"You're right, of course you are," he said, gently squeezing her arm. "You aren't alone. If... if anything happens, I'm here for you. Even as a friend, I promise I won't let it come to that. I would do whatever I can to make you happy, whether that means getting you away from Muggle society or something else... I just want you to feel safe."
She smiled up at him and unlinked their arms, only to wrap hers around his neck, pulling him into a hug. Sebastian was taken aback, his breath catching in his throat, but then wrapped his arms securely around her as well, as her warm body pressed against his, his mind still racing. She smelled like the flowers he had gifted her, and that hug felt like his own personal paradise.
"You're special, you know that? Thank you, Sebastian. Only..." She pulled away to look at him. "Don't even think about doing something drastic should it ever come to that point, like marrying me or something. Your freedom is yours."
"M-marry you?" He stuttered, the idea slowly forming in his mind at her words. Could that… Would that be a solution? "I didn't even think about it... why would... Is... is that what you want? I don't want... I just want to do what makes you happy."
She smiled reassuringly. "I don't want that, Sebastian. I want to do things the... wizarding way, if so to speak." She sighed. "I want to keep being your friend, to know you properly, to maybe… fall in love."
A wave of relief flooded him at her answer. He was ready to throw caution to the wind and throw everything away if he thought it would make her happy, but she didn't. He felt a smile play at his lips and he hugged her again.
"That's... exactly what I want, too," he said, kissing her forehead lightly. "I could never do any less."
She smiled, closing her eyes briefly. "You know what else isn't appropriate in the Muggle world?" She teased. "That hug and you kissing my forehead."
She let out a brief giggle and Sebastian smirked back at her. The sound of her chuckle was so sweet and carefree; he couldn't help but enjoy it... as much as he enjoyed her.
"My, my, I'm being so improper," he said, amused. "That was almost scandalous, wasn't it?"
"Very scandalous. You should just hold my arm while we walk, with a married woman following us everywhere to ensure we don't overstep." She smiled, teasing him back. "I'm certainly not allowed to call you Sebastian or hug you and get the chance to smell that beautiful perfume I made for you and that, by the way, mixes really well with your skin."
Sebastian chuckled as she spoke, his heart jumping for the umpteenth time. He had to make sure not to have a heart attack by the end of the day.
He felt a sudden urge to lean in, to kiss her and show her that all this courtesy and proper behaviour meant nothing to him. He just wanted her. He just wanted to be hers.
He pushed the thought away, but the idea still lingered at the back of his mind; it still sent waves of heat flowing throughout his veins, and his ears burnt red with the prospect of it. We are in public, Sebastian. He reminded himself.
He had never kissed anyone, and, judging by her words, neither had she, and he wanted their first kiss to be special, romantic and beautiful. Not in the middle of a street: That would be shameful, and he could never live that down.
"So," she stepped away, linking their arms again. "About that dinner you were speaking of..."
"Oh, of course!" He said, realising his mind must have drifted for a moment. "Perhaps the Three Broomsticks? I'm not sure what kind of food they serve, but it is the most renomated place in Hogsmeade after all."
He looked down at her and smiled, glad for the distraction — not that those thoughts about her had gone away.
"Is a place like that proper for courtship, or shall I find a more... suitable restaurant?" He laughed lightly, “it doesn't really matter to me, so long as I get to sit next to you."
"If it's comfortable, then it's appropriate to me." She smiled. "And the Three Broomsticks sounds nice, thank you."
He smiled down at her fondly. “Shall we go?"
She nodded and they walked together, enjoying the chat and the evening.
-
Ominis waited patiently in the comfortable silence of the dorms, another book in his hands as he waited for his friend to return, and after a few hours, Sebastian did indeed return.
The blond heard him as soon as he stepped on the stairs, his strides loud and excited as he skipped over to the entrance.
"Ominis!" His friend yelled, opening the door loudly, and the Gaunt boy couldn't help but grin excitedly.
"What is it?"
The smile on Sebastian's face was radiant, and his eyes lit up when he spoke. And he told his friend everything.
"That was..." The brunet paused for a moment at a loss for words. "It was wonderful. The food was nice, and we sat and talked, sharing jokes and I made her laugh! More than once! It was just... perfect. We spent all our time discussing our favourite subjects, our ideas on things, our fears, our aspirations. There was even some hand holding."
"Hand holding?" Ominis asked, surprised.
Sebastian blushed and nodded. "Yes... I know it's not usually proper, but... we even hugged, and I kissed her forehead, and she told me everything about Muggle courtship, and..."
"Kissed her forehead, Sebastian, you rascal, you—" Ominis' jaw dropped as he stared up in his friend’s direction in awe. "You... you kissed her, Sebastian?" He said in a breathless chuckle. Sebastian blushed profusely.
"Not— Not on the lips, of course."
"Yes, of course..." Ominis said with a smirk, his voice warm with amusement. "But, still... That is wonderful. I can literally hear the joy in your voice. I'm so happy for you, Sebastian, but seriously: try to refrain yourself."
He shook his head and pretended to tut, but despite his playful banter, he sounded almost like a proud father. "How does she feel about you? Is she as... intrigued?"
Sebastian blushed even more.
"I-I think so... She initiated the hug." He paused pondering.
"And, in a way, we talked about marriage," he suddenly added, unable to stop himself, "but not in the way you think."
"Marriage?" Sebastian's revelation made Ominis blink in surprise, and his brows furrowed. "In what way, then, if I may ask? I don't want to make any false assumptions."
"She... She told me about Muggle culture," Sebastian said, his tone now serious. "And the role of women in it, and it was so… oppressive, Ominis. She talked about women not being allowed outside without a chaperone, about how 'dating' doesn't exist and men and women can only meet in the prospect of a future arrangement, and… How... How her parents ought to know nothing about our encounters, because she is upper class, and..." He trailed off, his chest suddenly feeling too heavy. "That's why she was so unwilling to forgive you after the comment you had made."
"O-Oh..." The blond said, his voice sombre and guilty as he remembered his old conversation with the girl. "Is there no one who could help her? Nothing we can do?"
"That's when we talked about marriage..." Sebastian whispered. "I said I'd do anything... anything to ensure she won't have to be... sold to someone who doesn't deserve her."
Ominis was quiet for a long moment. He felt his stomach turn as he pictured her being trapped in a loveless marriage, a marriage of convenience to please her parents rather than for her own sake.
"Would you..." He whispered, his heart beating faster and faster in his chest. "Would you marry her, Sebastian? Just to protect her?"
"I..." The brunet choked on his words and gulped, his mouth dry. "I... If it means she will be fine...
"But… But she understood, and she told me not to. That my freedom is just as valuable, and… She told me she wants it to be natural, to fall in love, maybe even with me, but her family… she's upper class, after all." He repeated.
Ominis felt his heart sink. "If her parents get their way… they’ll sell her to an aristocrat for their own benefit, and she'll be forced to spend a miserable, loveless life...”
Sebastian didn't answer. Instead, he put his head in his hands, his eyes burning in their sockets with unspilled tears.
"I'll keep her here," he whispered. "In the wizarding world, where she doesn't... doesn't have to..."
Ominis immediately heard the sniffles in his voice, and slowly stood up to sit next to his friend. He spoke delicately, weighing each word. He knew Sebastian must feel so helpless, broken, not only because it was clear that, after spending the last year being best friends with the girl, his feelings had mutated into something more than a crush, but because she was still extremely important to him, love or not.
"That's not the way it has to be," The blond said. "There must... there must be a way to fix this."
Sebastian shook his head but didn't trust himself to speak. He leaned into Ominis embrace and real tears started to fall from his eyes.
There was no solution, nothing to do. There were only two choices: leaving her to her fate or alienating her from the Muggle society and her whole family. Ominis didn’t say a word more, letting his friend cry on his shoulder. The injustice left him feeling sick.
"I promise to you," he said, his tone warm, calm and soothing, "there will be a way. Maybe not immediately... but we will figure something out."
Sebastian spent the whole night tossing and turning and crying, and the next day, he awoke with sticky eyes and a swollen face — not to mention the heavy feeling in his chest. But he'd have to put on a brave face for her, he'd see her in class, that much was certain, and he couldn't show her that her condition made him suffer.
And for a while he did. For a few months, he was able to smile and laugh with her, to take walks with her as she fed the Thestrals. He was in awe every time: people hated those creatures, and even he, the first time, was on edge when she took him into the forest. But that was only one more beautiful trait he would sell his soul to have near him.
And as time went on, he started feeling hopeful. They were nearing the end of the school year, not to mention their legal age in the Wizarding World. The age where they would finally be allowed to use a wand at their discretion outside of school. The age when she could finally be free.
Act III
The first time Sebastian got his heart broken was at the beginning of their seventh year.
He had spent the last few weeks counting the days until her birthday. It was still months away, but that did not stop his heart from leaping with excitement at the prospect of her turning seventeen. Of her freedom.
And she was too perfect not to be free.
He had come to that conclusion that summer when he had invited her to stay in Feldcroft.
Of course, it was Anne who had to meet with her father to make sure no injudicious business was going on. It seemed the Sallow twin had enough of a silver tongue to convince an entire aristocratic Muggle family to let her daughter stay in their house. Adequate parlance, he recalled.
Sebastian had spent that week basking in the presence of the object of his affection in his very home. He made sure she did not have to lift a finger while he hosted her at his place, but as usual, she got her way most of the time,and was constantly out and about doing something to help around.
Most of the time, however, she stayed with Anne.
She had made Anne a simple perfume as well, using flowers from the meadow around the farm, not to mention the wide range of essential oils the brunette had bought from Aromatica in the weeks prior to the girl's visit.
The house never smelled better.
Sebastian would walk in after a day of helping around and studying new spells to find the two girls engrossed in an activity here and there.
She taught Anne Muggle embroidery. She had sewn her a small handkerchief. She had braided her hair with flowers.
It was not difficult for him to imagine a whole life that way.
That week was his personal idyll, and he wanted to believe it his near future as well.
When she left, he had to spend some time getting used to her absence, and that was nothing short of agonising, especially throwing his twin's teasing into the mix, but one thing gave him more hope than anything else: the fact that, perhaps, he might not have to get used to her absence in his home.
When he returned to Hogwarts for his seventh year, he made sure to spend every appropriate moment with her. They studied together, he let her play with his hair, they duelled — and she won, again and again, as she always did — and talked. They talked. A lot. But not as much as he imagined. Because Sebastian Sallow was always imagining lately.
Every time he looked at her, he imagined.
He imagined a ring of white gold on her finger, engraved with their initials. He imagined her telling him that yes, she wanted to marry him, her neck adorned with those embroidered white frills that weren't seen contrasting lilac that time. He imagined her in his arms, telling him with her beautiful, radiant smile that she loved him. He imagined and imagined until his brain was too small to fit any further, and he didn't want it to be just a fantasy anymore.
But with it came the nightmares, seeping through the empty spaces of bliss in his mind, plaguing most of his nights, when he felt his heart tearing in his chest.
That night was one such.
Sebastian had spent it tossing and turning and breaking out in a cold sweat as he saw her being ripped away from him. As he saw her say yes to another, albeit behind empty eyes and hollow words. As he saw the complacent smiles of her parents as she brought even more wealth into the family.
“No!” He awoke with a jolt for what seemed to be the hundredth time that month and looked around desperately, as if asserting that, once again, it was only a nightmare. That she was still there. That she could still be his.
Ominis was awake already, and looking in his direction with the same concerned expression he grew accustomed to lately.
“I’m okay. Just a nightmare.” Sebastian quickly got ready, not bothering to do his tie properly or wear his perfume. And that, he never forgot.
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When he reached the Great Hall, he couldn’t help but search for her in the crowd of students. He needed to see that she was still with them. Still safe.
“Sebastian.”
He turned around with a jolt and she jumped slightly in surprise.
“Are you alright?” She asked, examining his exhausted face.
“Of… Of course.” He replied, rather unconvincingly, but he hoped she wouldn't ask any more questions. The last thing he wanted was to worry her any further. So he diverted the conversation. “How about you?”
She shrugged, holding up a piece of neatly folded parchment. “Post.” She simply said. “I’ll read it later.”
He nodded, his lips dry and an uneasy feeling in his chest. Post this early?
“I’ll see you later, all right? I’m starving.” She waved and turned in the direction of her table.
“Wait, who… Is it from Anne?” He stopped her, holding onto a glimmer of hope. Maybe he was reading too much into it and it was only his twin reaching out to greet her and ask her if she would spend Christmas with them in Feldcroft. His sister could do with some more company after all.
“My father, actually.” She turned the letter in her hands.
He swallowed thickly, that glimmer going out as soon as it ignited. He forced the words out. “You— You don’t think it’s about… that, right?” He asked in a feeble voice, choking on his words.
She narrowed her eyes a bit, just as she did the first time they met. “Is that why you look so… dishevelled today?” She tilted her head. “I don’t want to worry you, Sebastian. Promise me you won’t think about it anymore.”
He faltered, and it took a while for his neck to move in what biasedly resembled a nod, for which he appeared totally unconvincing. She sighed deeply and averted her eyes before walking away.
Sebastian's gaze followed her figure and his breath quickened. For some reason, he was panicking, more than usual.
“Why is your breathing ragged? Is it because of the nightmare?” Ominis asked, furrowing his brows.
“Yes… Probably.” He replied, not taking his eyes off the girl.
He tried not to let his mind wander too much, taking a deep breath and following Ominis to the table — not that he was hungry anymore. In fact, the mere sight of food made the pit of his stomach close painfully.
Sebastian spent a few minutes staring at his eggs, before he ran his hands through his hair desperately. His eyes searched for her at her House table, then in the crowd of students leaving and entering the Great Hall, but her figure had vanished before his eyes in a heartbeat. His face fell.
"She... She's not there anymore." He whispered to Ominis. "What if this... ruins my chances? What if I broke her trust? What if, now that she knows I'm worried sick, she won't ever want to see me again to spare me?"
Ominis' breath caught in his throat at Sebastian's words, but he forced himself to calm down, to give Sebastian a pillar to lay on as his mind already braced itself for the worst.
"I'm sure... I'm sure that if you explain yourself, she'll understand." He tried to comfort his friend.
Sebastian didn't say anything and instead stood up abruptly to go find her. He needed to find her. There had to be a solution, anything he could do for her while also not showing that her condition made him suffer. He didn't want to lose her, neither her friendship nor her future to some aristocrat. He wanted to court her, to be with her, to openly love her.
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After about half an hour of searching — with the help of various ghosts, students and the infamous Revelio Spell — Sebastian found her alone, reading at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings. She seemed to have found some small nook hidden from view that no other students seemed to know about. Sebastian would go as far as saying she had made it herself.
He stopped at the entrance of it and leaned against the compact dirt and rocks on the side, staring at her thoughtfully for a while.
Just the sight of her made him feel better.
A slight smile spread across his face as he watched her hold her book carefully. No one could have the heart to hurt her, he thought. How could anyone possibly do such a thing?
Sebastian studied her for a while, not wishing to make any sudden moves and scare her. After a few minutes, though, he stepped forward, walking slowly, silently, until he was no more than a few steps from her, and finally spoke.
"Hello," he said quietly, a small smile on his face as he took a seat next to her. She looked at him, a bit startled, but did not try to move away from him like he feared she would.
"Sorry about this morning," he looked at her apologetically, his tone holding a hint of awkwardness. "Can we... talk, for a minute or two?"
"How did you find me? This place is pretty hidden..."
"How did I find you?" He said, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. "You know me. I know every hidden place in this school and around. Being sneaky is part of my genetic makeup."
The thought was intended as humour, but she didn't smile at his joke, and he realised his attempt fell flat. His smirk disappeared, replaced with an apologetic small smile.
"But you are right. You are not that easy to find..." He let out a breath, looking out over the Forbidden Forest. She didn't answer.
"So, I have to ask..." He whispered, his voice soft, his body tense like a chord as he tried to diffuse the awkwardness. "What are you reading? Something good?"
She looked down to her book as if reading the title for the first time. "Little Women... It's a muggle book"
"Hm. And what's it about?" he asked, his head cocked to the side curiously.
"It talks about four sisters growing up and struggling with their place in society as women." She sighed. "Quite fitting..."
"Ah…" He nodded thoughtfully, feeling the familiar anxiety rising once again at her words. "Would you say it's a good read? Are you enjoying it?"
She handed him the book musingly. "I've read it more than once, you can read it if you want."
Sebastian took it, hesitantly, and ran his hand over the well-worn pages as he looked down at it. It was clear the book must have been quite old. He slowly opened it, examining the faded print on the edge of the cover, feeling the old paper beneath his fingers. When he read, he always did so with care, turning pages one at a time, as if he feared they would tear his hands. He began to read, the gentle rustling of the pages quickly mingling with the light rustling of the leaves in the breeze. It was a pleasing and comforting sound.
She stayed quiet, staring blankly at the ground as he silently read. Her mind felt empty, and it was like her whole body was melting. She wasn't all there, that much was clear. It was like her usual self was trapped somewhere far deep in her brain with no way out. Sebastian immediately noticed the way she seemed to almost ‘fade’ as he read next to her, and a familiar sense of concern rose up in him. He wanted to reach out to her, to do something to take every pain away from her, to take her in his arms or hold her hand. However, he forced himself to resist: he would wait, for now, for her to speak, if and when she wished to.
He finished the chapter, closing the book carefully and returning it to her with a small smile. "I have to say, that's very well written. I was completely hooked."
She nodded. "You can borrow it, if you wish..."
Her voice was monotone, with no emotions in it. It lacked the usual cadence and musicality, her usual modulation. It sounded empty, and it hurt him to hear her like this — it scared him, in a sense. Something wasn't right, that was clear.
He wanted to say something, to help, but he didn't know what the problem was, and thus he didn't know what to do. And so he stayed quiet, deciding to go a different route. His voice lightened a little, trying to sound more cheerful: maybe that would make it better?
"How many books do you have? I'd certainly be willing to lend you some… or… or I could borrow some as well, if you’ll have me."
"I have plenty." She whispered. Her eyes shifted around aimlessly as she played with her bracelet, seemingly grounding herself to reality, to the conversation, to his presence.
"You have plenty?" He repeated, a small, reassuring smile dancing on his lips. "Well, you did mention you were quite the avid reader. You are my best friend after all, aren't you? And there aren't many things that I enjoy more than reading... and good company, of course." He paused for a second, his eyes flickered towards the girl, and then away. "Which do you like more? The reading or the company?”
But at that point, Sebastian was basically talking to himself. She had stopped playing with the bracelet, losing her hold on reality in the meantime. She was trapped in her mind, far away. And she didn't answer.
He looked over at her lack of response and a chill washed over him as he looked at her. What is happening? He thought, panic rising in his chest, his heart beating fast. He stayed frozen in his place for long, painful seconds, his mind racing, before he reached out slowly, taking her hand in his.
"Okay, talk to me." he whispered. "Tell me what’s wrong."
She didn't move, nor registered the feeling of his hand in hers, but she heard herself speak, like it came from far away. "You're not wearing the cologne," she said slowly. "The one I brewed for you."
The sound of her voice, so soft and hollow, was heart-wrenching. When she spoke, it was as if a cold hand had gripped his heart, clutching it tightly. And the emptiness of her voice nearly undid him entirely.
He let out a small laugh: sad and hysterical, like the voice of a man whose life was crumbling apart. He felt as if her pain was his pain, and he just wanted to make her feel better.
"No," he said quietly, "not today."
But as he saw her sombre expression, his heart sank even more, and he felt the need to quickly add: "I still have it. It's my most prized possession… I've just forgotten this morning because… Well, I was in a rush, sort of. Forgive me."
She only nodded, her eyes casting downwards. She felt so tired, like her body was on edge and too calm at the same time. Like part of her wanted to jump out of her skin and leave. Leave that place. Leave everything behind.
"Can I ask?" He asked quietly, reaching out to touch her cheek lightly and turn her head towards him. "What... happened? What has come over you? You weren't like this an hour ago."
He looked directly into her eyes, trying to see beyond the nothingness of her gaze towards her true feelings, the feelings she was trying so hard to keep buried, but her vacant eyes broke his heart. "It's scaring me. Please..."
She blinked a few times, thinking, before she slowly reached into her bag and took the letter she had received that morning, handing it to him. The letter was wrinkled and there were a few dried tears smudging the paper.
"I'm officially off the market." She said emptily.
A sudden wave of realisation hit him, stopping his heart on the spot as he took the letter with shaky hands. A horrified look spread across his face. No. Please no.
"Wh-What?" He whispered, trying to control his voice, so that he wouldn’t break into a sob right there and then. It was like one of his nightmares. One of those bad dreams that kept him up since the start of the school year. It couldn't be real. It couldn't be happening. It had to be just another delusion.
"Your father... your father…" He took a deep, strained breath. "Why?"
"I'm his only daughter," she said blankly. "I knew it would happen sooner or later. I just wish I could have found a solution before it did." She looked at him, her eyes still unfocused. "I'm sorry, Sebastian. It seems like I won't have the choice to love you after all."
Those words cut directly through his chest. The shock of those words, the sudden burst of panic as he saw his greatest torment take shape right before his eyes: it felt like he had been punched directly in the heart, like someone had reached through his flesh and snatched the throbbing muscle fresh out of him.
"No," he whispered, a sob escaping him without his control. "Please... please..."
He grabbed her, unable to hold back for another second, and pulled her into a tight hug, holding her close as he felt his heart break, its sharp pieces sticking in his lungs with each tear.
"You can't mean that." He sobbed, his voice breaking. "You can't."
She rested her head on his shoulder, as he cried. Slowly, she hugged him back. She had already shed all her tears, so the only thing she could do was let him do the same.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I really liked you… I need you to know that."
He wanted to be strong. He wanted to be there for her, to comfort her, to be the shoulder she could cry on. But in the end, the hopelessness he had been feeling every night became more real to him, and her body was warm against his.
And he broke.
His body trembled as he kept her close, wishing that, maybe, if he held her close enough she would be safe forever.
He cried for a while, his face buried against her shoulder, his body wrecked by sobs. And with each of them, the pieces of his heart ripped at his dreams, the white gold decaying before his very eyes, and her arms wrapped softly around him only compounded the pain he felt.
"You can't…" He whispered in her neck, almost deliriously. "You can't leave me."
When he finally stopped crying, he looked down at her. She didn't look like the girl he knew. The usual light in her face had gone, replaced with pure hollowness, and his heart broke all over again. "It's... it's alright," he whispered earnestly, wiping his tears. "I— I understand."
She nodded, cupping his cheek in her hand and wiping his tears. "Keep that book for me, okay?" She whispered, resigned. "I think... soon enough… I'll be made to leave Hogwarts, too, and… and perhaps the country as well."
He closed his eyes, the last remaining drops falling from his eyes and onto her palm. Leave Hogwarts. Leave the life she had known all these years.
Leave him.
The thought of not seeing her at all ever again made his stomach twist excruciatingly.
"Of course," he said earnestly, his voice soft and gentle in the silence that followed. He kissed her forehead, like it was the most precious thing he had ever known and rested his own on that same spot right after.
"I'll look after it. I promise." He smiled sadly, looking at her. "I'll keep it safe with me, alright? In my room. And if you..." He was unable to finish the sentence, the thought of her leaving too much to bear. Another small sob made its way past his lips and he felt his eyes well up again. "If you ever need anything... you know you can come to me, right? No matter where you are, you can still come to me…"
She nodded and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Tell Ominis I forgive him, okay? It doesn't do well to hold grudges. And..." She paused. "Sebastian... promise me you'll wear that cologne."
Her proximity, her nearness to him, caused a fluttering feeling in his chest, like at least two of the thousand pieces of his heart found their way to each other again.
"Of course. I..." He said, his voice cracking. "Don't... don't be silly..." He tightened his arms around her in a hug, tears rising in his eyes once again. "I'll wear the cologne, alright? For you. I promise."
"Good. I worked an awful lot to make it for you." She let out a soft chuckle. "Thank you for inviting me to your house this summer. I really wished it could have been you... if anything."
There was a constant, painful weight in his chest, and a burning feeling in his throat, a lump so big it seemed to reach his lungs, too. He tried to swallow that pain back down, not wanting to burden her with his own feelings anymore, and let out a heavy sigh. "I wish it could have been me too."
The words had only just left his mouth when his breath caught in his chest. He hadn't meant to say that. Not like this. "I— I mean..."
"I know." She smiled, taking a big breath. "If we were older, maybe… I could've stayed here… away from those traditions, away from… a man I don't love."
There was a stab in his heart again as he rested his chin on her shoulder, and suddenly nothing mattered to him anymore. Nor her father, nor the Muggle world, nor the very concept of society. All that mattered was her, and the ring he was going to buy for her one day. "I won't let you do that," he said resolutely. "I don't care about your stupid traditions. I won't let you go."
"Sebastian. I… I'm still sixteen. I don't have a choice."
"Then I'll make one for you. You said it yourself: steal that ride, remember?" He said, caressing her cheek. "If a path is already paved, you should use it. I'll pave that path for you. I'll give you the life you deserve. I'm— I'm— I'll find a way."
And he swore he saw the gears in her brain turning behind her beautiful eyes. "If by any chance I don't leave Hogwarts…" she bit her lip. "I'll have to begin my courtship now, yes, but by tradition, I can't be wedded until I'm at least twenty-one."
A glimmer of hope made its way through the cracks of his nightmare. If she could delay her marriage, they could still get away. Make a life in this world. Be free.
"Maybe I can ask Ominis to talk Professor Black into it. You know their families share ties," he said.
"I'm a Muggle-born. Neither the Gaunts nor Headmaster Black would care, I— I'm not important to them."
"That doesn't matter." He interjected, both his hands now on her cheeks. "You're important to me. You're so much more than blood or… or tradition. I don't care if your whole family hates me, I don't care if the whole muggle world hates me. I'll find a way. I'll do anything to make you happy."
Her eyes widened in wonder. "For… For me? You can't do that, Sebastian, you—"
"I can and I will." He said, raising his voice slightly. "I'll do whatever must be done. I will protect you. I will find a way to keep you here. I refuse to let them take you away from me."
She leaned into his touch and closed her eyes. Finally, she started to cry as she covered his hand on her cheek with her own.
"I… I can't thank you enough, Sebastian I…" She gave him a small, quivering smile. "Never had someone cared so much about me…"
His heart fluttered and he caressed her cheek with his thumb. "You deserve it. You are special, remember? And I will do everything to keep you safe here with me."
"Seb…" She whispered, her eyes darting on his face. "I am in emotional distress, and yes, I feel gratitude towards you, immense gratitude… But I want you to know that it's not these feelings that are driving me to do what I want to do right now…" She paused, biting her lip. "And it's a very inappropriate thing by muggle standards."
His heart jumped again, hitting that lump that still lingered in his throat.
"What is?" He whispered, his eyes looking at every inch of her face.
"This."
And with that she kissed him. Gently. Hesitantly. It was all so sudden: her sweet lips on his, the warmth of her body and the soft intimacy of her, and whatever romance book he'd read, it was nothing compared to how it felt.
There were no fireworks. His heart was not pounding. It felt right. It felt like he had done it a thousand times and would do it a thousand more.
Her lips melded perfectly with his as his arms found their way around her waist and pulled her closer. He tangled his fingers in her hair and smelled the lily of the valley, and tasted her tears on her lips, and tasted his own along. She wrapped her arms around his neck and it was so slow and loving and passionate that he felt his limbs melt around her. He held her in his arms and kissed her again and again, as if he could never let her go. He could stay there forever, just like that, in that warm embrace where he felt at home.
The thought came like a shock of lightning in his stomach. He felt his arms hold her tighter, his voice soften the slightest bit. "I love you." He whispered.
She looked into his eyes, and he counted every speck of colour in them, one more beautiful than the other.
“You do?” She asked, her lips ghosting his, their breaths mingling. “You… love me?”
"I know I do," he breathed. “I would feel lost, incomplete without you. I want to wake up next to you every morning; I want to hear your voice, see your smile everyday and be the reason for it; I want to share my life with you. I... I want to give my life for you... for us." His words were soft, sweet, honest. "Yes, I love you."
“You… You really mean that?” She looked stunned, before averting her eyes. “I… I don’t want you to lose your freedom. I don’t want to be the reason you’re unhappy.”
“I could never be unhappy with you.” He whispered, caressing her cheek, and kissed her again.
“If… If you meant all that, and…” She paused, the weight of her words crushing her lungs. “You’ve only shown kindness to me… You’ve bought me flowers, you invited me to your house and… you said you wanted to court me… Do you still want that?”
His heart fluttered, and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling. He probably looked like a lovestruck idiot, but he didn’t care. Because the only thing that mattered right now was her. And how sweet she was, and how tender her words were, and how perfectly she fit in his arms.
“I don’t want to just court you,” he whispered, holding her face in his palm. “I want to marry you. I… I want you to be my wife. I have for a while now.”
His voice trembled in anticipation and fear, and his breath hitched when he saw the most gorgeous smile break on her beautiful face.
“T-Then… if my father approves… and he calls off this arrangement in favour of yours…” She said, her voice quivering, and he kissed her cheekbone reassuringly. “I’ll be honoured to become completely yours when the time comes.”
And there it was once more, the feeling that it must be a dream, that it couldn't be real. He must have fallen asleep during Ancient Runes again. His cheeks stretched into the widest grin, his chest hurt and the burn spread to his arms, which tightened around her as if wanting to melt her body into his.
“Do you…Really?” He whispered breathlessly, his eyes wide not to miss any detail of her face, in fear that, if he got distracted even just a second, she would fleet away.
“I love you, and I want to marry you, too.”
And he kissed her again, holding her like she was his very lifeline. And that time, he didn't taste tears or lips. He tasted her, everything she was and everything she would be with him, and he tasted his devotion, his affection as it found its way to her heart and made its home in that small nook just as he did in the much bigger one they were in, and he tasted hers doing the same, slowly grabbing the pieces scattered in his chest and using them to build its home again. And he kissed her until there was no air left. And he would happily give up his lungs as long as he still had her lips. Because the only thing he needed to breathe was her.
"And if not?" His voice trembled as his mouth reluctantly left its place. "If your father doesn't approve, will you still marry me? Would you run away with me? What would happen to us?"
"I would get thrown out of the muggle world…" She said, and he could feel a crack of uncertainty in her eyes, but then she licked her lips, and felt him, and everything he was for her. "But… I still have the wizarding world… our world. And I'll be yours until it crumbles."
"Then I'll make sure it's everlasting. I'll hold its weight in my hands if I have to."
"The only thing I want you to hold is me." She smiled and kissed the tip of his nose.
He let out a shaky breath.
"My companion for life." His voice trembled. "Each time I looked at you, I could only imagine what it would be like to have you as mine, how perfect our life could be and… and when you visited this summer and I saw you in my home, with Anne… I…"
She looked into his eyes reassuringly, and that was all Sebastian needed. She knew.
"I won't let anyone take you away from me." His arms tightened around her. "I love you."
"I love you, too." She gave him a small peck. "I'll write to my father, and… you probably will have to meet him soon."
"I will. I'll do anything in my power to make him say yes. And then… we can be one."
"And if he doesn't…" She smiled and he saw that astute spark that he loved so much. "You and I could threaten him with magic. He's scared of it, like all muggles."
"We could, couldn't we?" He smirked, his eyelids lowering slightly as he looked at her. "We could give him a taste of what your real home taught us."
She chuckled. "We still have the Trace, though, so it would be unwise to really try anything, or my real home will oust me before he can."
"We do have the Trace." He smiled wickedly. "But he doesn't have to know that."
She hugged him again and rested her head on his shoulder. "And if he tries to take me away once I'm seventeen, I'll modify his memories."
His breath caught, and frankly he should've been more concerned with her devil-may-care attitude on such a delicate matter… but he couldn't find it in his heart. He loved the idea just as much.
"That's my girl." He chuckled lowly and turned his head to kiss her forehead. "I knew you'd find the perfect way to deal with this."
He ran his hand on her arms as she cuddled in his lap, and then spoke again softly: "Would you really? Use it against your father, I mean."
"He doesn't deserve respect. He doesn't deserve to be called a father. All my life, he has treated me like a future investment, so I'll show no mercy, just as he did while raising me." She lifted her head and pecked his lips. "Especially if it means I can be with you after."
"Soon, he'll see the consequences of his foolishness." He muttered, his voice softer. "For now, you're mine to hold, to love, and to cherish, and that won't change."
"Stay with me for a bit," she breathed out, "here where no one can find us. We can read together, we can… skip classes?"
"Yes," he whispered tenderly. "Skip classes. Skip whatever you want."
He leaned down and kissed her again, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"All this kissing… it would be considered very inappropriate according to my family, but…" She pressed her lips on his again. "We're not in that stupid society, so we can do anything we want."
He laughed against her lips, and felt her breath on his chin, and cheeks, and nose, and everywhere it mattered. "Exactly. There's no one here who can tell us what to do… what to be. So… kiss me more, please?"
She smiled and did just that, pressing all her relief and joy against his soft flesh.
"Sebastian, I do want to marry you, but… I also want to experience what you pureblood wizards call 'dating', so…" Her nose bumped his tenderly. "Date me?"
He drew in a sharp breath, and his hands trembled around her.
"Yes," he choked on his breath. "Yes. A thousand times yes."
"Then I'll have to get Anne's blessing."
He rolled his eyes. "Anne loves you more than she loves me, I promise you."
He pretended to sulk and she giggled.
"Well, then she'll be happy I'll have her surname soon."
His jaw fell open as he stared at her, his chest filled with butterflies. He wanted to answer properly, to say something sweet, or witty, or tender, but he could only manage a choked sound at the back of his throat. She smiled and his breath hitched.
"Mrs. Sallow, is it?"
And if at least one name in that entire forsaken world had to sound perfect, that would be it. And she was perfect. And maybe, just maybe, he could be perfect with her.
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Mating Season
Marco x F!Reader
🔞18+
This is long.
Warnings: Soft and hard sex, fingering, giving head willingly, pining for one another, Slice Of Life, Proposed too, Angst, Pregnant at Marine Ford but escaped with Ace and Pops, give birth on the Moby Dick, baby, and a BONUS after everything, also Fluff and Romance.
Your a natural born Phoenix from two other Phoenixs. Youve been flying around the world to find a suitable mate as Phoenixs have become near extinct. You fall in love with the first commander Marco who on a whim you decided to join the Whitebeard pirates. After a couple of years your captured by Teach/Blackbeard because of Ace. Ace wasnt captured then you find yourself imprisoned at Marine Ford as the Whitebeard pirates come to rescue you.
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Marcos POV
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'Ah another patrol' you think to yourself as you look up at the sky its so peaceful then you see something in the sky high above you its shimmering.
"Well its over my patrol area I should check it out Yoi" you say as you fly higher and faster to cetch up with it.
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(N) POV
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'What a gorgeous day today' you think as you feel a presence flying behind you.
'Its too big to be a small bird' thinking. You choose to ignore it but it flies at your side now. Looking over you see a blue Phoenix shocked you try and communicate with it.
"Hello?" You say using telepathy.
"Hello there im Marco the Phoenix who may you be Yoi?" Marco asks.
"I am (N) the Phoenix. Where are you from Marco?"
"Are you busy? I can show you Yoi" he says. You sigh and say
"Okay Ill humor you Marco lead the way" you say as he flies down and you follow.
"Hang on its dangerous down there, humans live there" you squawk. Hovering in the air he turns around and says
"These are good humans please trust me no harm will come to you. Ill make sure to protect you Yoi" he says and you reluctantly agree. You follow him again swooping down to see a ship.
"Thats where you live?" You ask.
"Yup its called the Moby Dick my dad, we call him Pops is the Captain Yoi" Marco says sweetly.
"Ahhh" you just reply. You go down further flying dragging your talons into the water then fly up near Marco. You and him go to opposite sides of the ship to perch on the railing. Surprising a lot of people as it was dinner time. Everyone was looking at you then Marco then you.
"What are you humans looking at?" Using telepathy you think into everyones heads. Suddenly Marco transforms into a human and jumps on deck.
"No one here will hurt you I promise. Come have a chat with Pops Yoi" Marco says as you jump and land gently in the middle of the deck. You transform into human form. With fiery eyes that never extinguish while wisps of flames flow out of your body in human form your wearing white Skypeia crop top and a short skirt with (c) hair and your shorter than most men especially Marco who is six, eight leaving a whole head off. Alot of the crew start whistling and hollering at you and your skirt and crop top. Marco glances at you then back at Pops.
You and Marco stand before Pops.
"My son whats this another Phoenix? I thought Marco was the only one." Pops asks.
"I am (N) a real Phoenix! I was born being a Phoenix!" You yell.
"You know me and Marco visited Skypeia and I met two other Phoenixs before perhapse they were your parents?" Pops says quizzically to you. A single tear falls down your face as you notice Marco glance at you.
"They were my parents before Enel came... I am the last of my kind. Ive been searching everywhere for another Phoenix."
"Well do you have a place to call home child?" Looking down you admit
"No..."
"Why not join our crew then? Were all family here and youve found another Phoenix now" Pops offers and you think about it.
"Yea join our crew (n) Yoi" Marco says.
"Hmmm okay yes, I appreciate your offer. I can fight well as well"
"But I request to be near Marco since hes the one who said hell protect me. A fellow Phoenix is comforting." Your serious flaming eyes piercing through whatever they look through.
"Hahaha looks like your sharing your room Marco. And you can work under Marco to earn your keep, food and drink will be provided to you fair deal?" Pops says.
"Sounds good" you notice. You sense Marco tense up at the deal. The crew cheers loudly whistling and saying.
"Finally bird brains gonna get some!" Startling you but you feel a gentle touch on your shoulder. You can sense everyone very well as you have been training since birth.
"Go children eat drink" Pops says. As you follow Marco to his seat he made room for you as you notice two other black haired men sat at your table one has short shaggy hair with a tattoo that says ASCE with the S crossed off and the other one looks like a samurai.
"Let me introduce you to Ace (the one with the tattoo), and Izo (the samurai). Ace is the second division commander Izo is the sixteenth division commander. You know me but im the first division commander, Izo is last Yoi." Marco explains with a small chuckle then smiles.
"Its an honor to meet the great Phoenix of Wano" Izo says
"How do you know where I come from?" You question Izo.
"The true Phoenixs used to live in Wano. Phoenixs are the sacred bird of Wano and I came from Wano" he explains and you nod.
"My parents never told me why they left Wano." Looking over to Ace he says
"Hey there I hope we can be friends!"
"Im sure ill warm up to everyone as long as nothing bad happens." You say as Ace replys
"Dont worry (n) well protect you" you just chat, eat and drink until Marco excuses himself so you do the same.
"You start work tomorrow (n) Yoi" Marco says seeming tense. Some of the crew who were drunk were cheering Marco on saying
"Its finally happening" Once inside his room you see furniture which you havent seen in a long time. You start to undress but Marco stops you.
"Here wear this, god girl are you trying to give me a heart attack? Yoi" Marco says blushing hard.
"So its bad to undress in front of others? And ill have you know I am thirty years old in human time I am a woman!" You question.
"Yes, unless your mates, lovers, or married. Oh sorry woman Yoi" he chuckles, turning around closing his eyes thinking about what you said. You undress and wear his button up shirt.
"Im done." He turns around bkushing his shirt fits your cleavage perfectly while it stops at the middle of your thighs the rest fits like a dress. The arms however flapped around which you were flaping around giggling.
"Hey...Yoi"
"Yes?"
"Why are you so comfortable with me we just met.Yoi" he asks.
"I cant explain it that well but you remind me of home... I feel safe with you Marco ... I hold all humans to their words so I am comfortable for now. That and im stronger than you in battle I can just sense it. That and im almost unkillable" what you said made him looked insulted but also made him blush again and made you blush too.
"Well turn around so I can change Yoi" he says and you obey closeing your eyes. After a couple minutes.
"Im done Yoi" you open your eyes and turn around blushing cherry red.
'Hes only wearing boxers and shorts ah god those abs and chest those shoulders' you think. He notices and says
"What? See something you like? Yoi" he says.
"Iv.. ive uh .. never seen such a handsome man before." You admit and he blushes deep red now.
"I dont think anyones ever called me that, since im intimidating Yoi"
"Well just so you know you are a.. very handsome man" you say the last part quickly.
"Well thank you. Now just go to bed (n) how do you sleep? Yoi" he asks.
"Well I am always usually in Phoenix form but ill make an exception" you say as you jump on the bed near the wall in the corner. You pull the blankets up.
"Well I usually sleep in the middle. Ive never had a woman in my bed before Yoi" he trails off, seeing youve decided your fate. You could feel Marco enter the king sized bed and roll into the middle.
"Just do whats comfortable" you say facing the wall then turning around. Facing him you scoot a little closer to him. Eventually he falls asleep and your cuddling his side. Now warm you fall asleep.
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In The Morning Marcos POV
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Rays of light poke through waking you but you stop moving, noticing your position. She was laying her head on your chest hugging around your abs. You sigh.
'How do I get out of this Yoi? She is cute like thi- wait why am I thinking that? Im a higher rank than her. I cant be abusing my power Yoi' you think to yourself. Luckily or unluckily for you she started to wake.
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(N) POV
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You start to wake up. Feeling something warm under you, you open your groggy eyes to see Marco looking down at you. Arms behind his head. Waiting it seems. You notice your position finally and get up but he turns slightly trapping your hand making your head stay on his chest cheek to chest making you blush which he takes note of.
"Stronger my ass Yoi"
"You sure like to cuddle. You should have just told me Yoi" you hear him say while smiling making you blush cherry red. Your attempt at words was a bunch of sorrys and mumbles unable to speak clearly. He finally lets you go chuckles and you just say
"Im sorry I sleep weird... you were just so warm.." you admit which makes him blush.
"You could have just said that Yoi" he states. Marco gets up, puts his glasses on, and goes to the vanity with sink and mirror looking at you.
"Well time to get ready (n) Yoi" Marco says to you as he watches you get out of bed cetching a glimpse of your panties to which he immediately turned his head to the vanity sink and mirror blushing red while finishing brushing his teeth.
"All done?" You say as you twirl and twirl until your dizzy and fall down.
"What are you doing silly Yoi?" He chuckles loudly making you smile too. You hold a hand on the sofa and slowly get up slowly becoming un dizzy.
"Just waiting on you, so I can use the sink." You say. Once he was done
"I thought you didnt have anything with you Yoi?" He asks but as hes watching you make a circle in the air a portal opens (like Dr. Stranges portals but with fire) and you grab a tooth brush, tooth paste, and deodorant. Then the portal closes. Shocked he says
"Thats pretty cool and handy. Well now its your turn Yoi" he says
"You shouldnt assume things of others Marco at least give them a chance to hurt you first" he looks at you with an eyebrow raised.
"Im assuming youve been hurt before by others Yoi?" He asks as you finish up you put your toothbrush and paste you put on the sink and in his cup. You walk up to him and point in his chest.
"Yes I dont trust humans. But your another Phoenix so its different. ... you seem kind..so.dont let me down too" halfway through explaining you lightly blush as your touching him looking up at his eyes then away lightly blushing.
"I give humans one chance then its done normally" you explain.
"Well lets get to work now" you say wiping your tear away. Your in your Skypeia outfit again just cause you really like it. He leaves the subject alone and leads you out the door to the office him grabbing his doctors coat slipping it on.
"Your a doctor?!" You almost yell.
"Uh yes im the crews doctor and first division commander Yoi" he blankly states like it no big deal.
"Maybe thats why I trust you over the others too" you question yourself as he says
"Well im also, id say laid back Yoi" he grabs a stack of papers, brings them to your desk, then tells you what to do for them.
~A Year Later~
Over the year you HAD become friends with mainly everyone. Ace was your best friend and youd constantly talk about Marco to him about liking him alot but he didnt mind. He would give you advice to just ask him out allready but you couldnt. And when Ace talked to Marco he just said he didnt want to abuse his power but he admitted that he at least liked you alot.
After working, asking Marco all kinds of questions, which he happily answered every one with a smile, it was dinner time. You happily sat next to Marco warming up to him more. He seemed to notice your attitude.
"Looks like someone's cheery today Yoi" he says calmly. You just look up at him and smile a genuine smile making him smile as well.
"Id say today went pretty good, though I need to speed up more on paperwork." Marcos arms resting on the top of the booth.
"Youll get the hang of it dont worry Yoi" Marco says and pats your head as Ace and Izo walk over to their seats.
"So (n) how was working with ol bird brain over here?" You see Ace say you look at Marco who ignores the comment and you say.
"It was good as always thanks Ace."
"Dont worry I bet youll speed up in no time" Ace says with a smile making you smile slightly and sigh.
'That would be nice wouldnt it to be more helpful to Marco?' You think to yourself little do you notice that Marcos staring at you while your thinking.
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A Full Year And A Month Later
Its Mating Season!
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You let it slip to Ace that you love Marco then the suddenly the whole ship knows. Little did you know of his feelings towards you. Everyone knew how you both felt about eachother but no one dared say anything. That is until today. Even Pops knew.
You woke up feeling hot and bothered laying on Marcos chest hugging him again. This was the new normal and he eventually got use to it. You inhaled his scent which was driving you crazy inside woody musky but clean. You leaned up getting off of him seeing his face was red also. You panting and just knowing your wet down there. He eventually wakes up panting. Sitting up now both of you.
"Ugh it must be that time of the year my little bird Yoi" Marco says to you and you just nod panting harder than him since your more animalistic than him.
"Ugh time for work" you say really not wanting to go to work today. Once you dress in shorts a crop top no bra and mini boots your finally ready finishing your necessities. Marco led you out the door and locked it.
~In The Office After A Couple Hours~
Someone knocks.
"Yes Yoi?" Marco asks and Aces head pops in and stares at you both.
"Geez whats wrong with you two? Got fevers or passing it between you two or is it just matin-?" Ace says slightly chuckling then gets cut off.
"What do you want Ace? Yoi" the blue Phoenix snips.
"Okay dam I just came to get a painkiller, you sir need to get laid" Ace says then leaves the office with a thud. That makes you crack up laughing.
"Oh come on not you too my little bird Yoi" Marco says crossing his arms slightly frowning. Finishing your laughing you say
"Well its true you do need too, your all uptight than your normal chill self" you say expecting an answer.
"You of all people should know why (n). Its mating season dont tell people about it I normally just tell everyone its a annual fever Yoi" he says. Scratching the back of your head Marco says
"What did you do Yoi?"
"It kinda slipped out while drinking with Ace haha" you say as Marco takes off his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose then puts his glasses back on.
"Ill be right back get back to work my little bird Yoi" he says as you nod knowing he was probably going to find Ace.
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Marcos POV
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Finally youve found Ace sitting on the back of the Moby Dick.
"What were you trying to pull back there? (N) told me she let it slip about Mating season while you both were drinking and you had to go telling the whole ship. Dont lie either. I know how it works around here Yoi" You say as Ace looks taken aback.
"Gosh your really pent up have you been sleeping well~ with (n) right by your side? Must be painful to have a forbidden fruit but never taste it" Ace counters.
'Hes partially right. I do get to sleep by her but that also was by her request but what if she likes Ace? Who am I to deny her? She couldnt possibly like me though some signs are there to suggest so, maybe shes just overly nice with me since im a Phoenix? Yoi' you think as Ace says.
"Your dam right Im in love with her, maybe I should just ask her out allready and have her sleep with me instead?" Ace threatens.
'He knows shes in major heat too. It would be so easy for him.'
"Dont you even think about it! (N) is mine! Im in love with her too. Yoi" you yell startling yourself at what you just said.
'Im in love with her I cant bare the thought of (n) with someone else her moaning someone elses name' you think to yourself.
"So bird brain finally admits it out loud. Look im a nice guy. Ill give you one chance then im going all in." Ace says as you stand to walk away but then something he says makes you look at Ace in shock before calming down. You throw him a small pill and he looks at you.
"Painkiller Yoi" was all you said as you both nod knowingly now.
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(N) POV
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Youve just finished the last paper when the door opens to reveal Marco.
"Big bird ive finally done all these papers" you say happily you both wearing slight red on your faces from mating season.
"Oh good job my little bird Yoi" he says clearly distracted by something so you stay quiet but get up to take a break.
"No breaks today little bird Yoi" he says to you calmly.
"Ookay" you just say as you go to pick up another pile of paperwork to do.
~At Dinner~
You sit in your normal spot next to Marco.
'Izos allready here. Where is Ace?' Your pulled from your thoughts by Pops.
"Tonight we will dock on an island for restocking so behave yourselves. Thats all kids" you turn your attention back to your table to see Ace poped up sometime.
"Hey Ace when did you get here?" You ask quizzically.
"I had to finish up some commander stuff but the parties here now haha" Ace says loudly as he starts drinking. You see Marco glance at Ace then start eating and drinking his ale quietly. Izo doing the same.
'Well I knew restocking was tonight, everyones probably tired from preparations' you think as dinner flies by. Then its time for the commanders to go restock after dinner. Marco cetches you on deck looking at everyone.
"(N) I need your help with restocking tonight Yoi" You hear and turn to Marco.
"Oh okay sure commander!" You chime as your walking off deck with him Ace runs up and asks
"Hey (N) you want to go for drinks?"
"Ace im-" you were cut off by Marco
"Shell be busy helping me with restocking Yoi"
"Well thats strangee because thats the commanders job" Ace insinuates something.
"So then that means the Second division commander isnt doing his job? Yoi" Marco pressed Ace then their almost glaring at eachother.
They both look to you.
"So what will it be (n)?" Ace asks as you think.
"Im sorry Ace can I get a rain check? He is my commander" You ask sweetly.
"Uh sure no worries sweetie (n)" Ace smiles softly then runs to cetch up to his buds. You feel Marcos glare on Aces back.
"What was that all about Marco?" You question.
"What do you mean little bird? I dont know what your talking about Yoi" Marco plays dumb and smiles wide. He holds your hand then goes into town for supplies which was unlike him normally he wouldnt be so bold turning heads from the crew, making them all wonder. Once found, you both load up and head back to the office. Once put away Marco turns to you
"How about we relax in the room for a bit? Theres still plenty of time to go out. Yoi" Marco asks.
"That sounds nice big bird" you say following him to your guys room. Once in you take off your boots and lay on the bed so he could sit down next to you.
"(N) theres something I have to tell you. Yoi" hearing him say that made your heart race as you sat up pretending everything is okay.
"Whats up Marco?" You ask patiently looking him in his blue flaming eyes as they meet your fiery ones.
'Why is he so nervous?' You think.
"(N) I... I...." he cups your cheek and leans in as you lean in too and gives you the softest most loving kiss ever. Foreheads touching after breaking for air nuzzling noses, both of you panting he says.
"(N) I love you I have for awhile now. Will you please be my Mate? Yoi" he softly says as its almost, almost completely quiet for once on the Moby Dick. In shock you swallow.
"Marco I love you too! I have for awhile, and id love to be yours and only yours. Your mate" you say connecting a kiss again this time he brings the passion for all the lost time making you both pant loudly tounges fighting for dominance to see who will be victorious. He breaks from your kiss and starts sucking hard and kissing your neck leaving hickeys every where as you moan loudly
"Marcoo!" Which turns him and you on, even more than you were allready. You can feel your pussy is soaked allready, throbbing for him as you pant
"Marcoo I need you!" Moaning loudly. He picks you up and puts your head on a pillow while he undresses and asks
"Just to be clear your okay with this? Yoi" he asks.
"Yes a thousand times yes my big bird" as you unbutton your shorts but hes allready undressed, now undressing you yanking your shorts, panties and shirt off throwing clothes on the ground. He suckes your neck in various spots.
"Marco everyones gonna see! Ahh yess!! big bird!" His hand sliding up and down your slick finding your button swirling around up and down it making you moan the most sexy moans you could muster.
"Thats the point (n) to show everyone who you belong too Yoi" Panting harder you moan
"Marcooo please!"
"Please what my little bird Yoi?" He asks teasing you you look him in his eyes his blue fiery eyes as he stares into your red fiery eyes. Squirming you moan
"Please Marco fuck me I need you so bad its painful! Im in heat!" You yell as he pins your arms down with one hand, his legs ontop of yours. His throbbing cock dripping precum onto your inner thighs. He leans down cock rubbing your pussy as he gets his cock wet he nibbles at your nipples then sucks hard on them around them making more hickeys.
"Yes Marco! Please fuck me I cant help it its too much stimulation!!" You yell as their were few souls on board at this time.
"Someone's impatient, fine my little bird you wish is my command Yoi" he positions his twitching cock at your entrance.
"Marco I forgot to tell you im a virgin" panting loud he doesnt look surprised with how your reacting.
"Ill be gentle my little bird. I figured as much Yoi" he says to you.
"Marcoo that was also my... first... kiss" you moan his name loudly for anyone on board to hear unfortunately their was a group who came back and heard your commotion.
"It was mine as well Yoi" Whistling and hollering they yelled
"Atta Marco!" Which he growled at. He released your pinned arms to prop himself up on his elbows. Redirecting his attention to you, you wrap your arms around his neck pulling up sucking on his neck hard making him moan your name loudly
"Ahh! (N)! Yoi" Marco moans.
"Your mine Marco!" As you loose the strength to keep yourself up you fall back down. He slowly slides his twitching cock into you as he pauses so often for you to adjust.
"Ahhh MARCO your so big!!! You yell as he asks
"Are you ready (n) Yoi?" And you just nod in complete heat.
"Take me im yours, first commander Marco!!" You yelled very loudly as he penetrates your virginity makeing you gasp in pain but before you knew it his lips were on yours as he rubs your button in circles helping the pain go away. Breaking for air he growls
"Now your mine! Yoi" He asks
"Is this better my love? Yoi"
"Yes im okay now thank you" you say as he replys
"I never want you to feel pain my little bird Yoi" he says sweetly. He uses his blue flames pressing on your abdomen to heal your virginity around his cock so it heals but doesnt grow back. You nuzzle his neck as he starts to slide in then back out just a little then in so you can adjust to his big size. Once he bottoms out on your back wall he starts sliding in and out slowly going faster with your moans.
"MARCOO YESS RIGHT THERE!!" You yell as he listens to your commands. Both of you panting hard almost hyperventilating as hes now pounding you, balls slapping against your ass. Keeping time fails you.
"OH First Commander YESS!!!" You yell.
"(N) god your so tight!! Yoi" he yells into your ear.
"Marco your gonna make me cum allready!!" You whine.
"Cum for me baby bird Yoi!
You obey and release
"First Commander im cuming!!" You scream as he continously pumps through your high making you dizzy but he continues you hanging on to him wrapping your legs around his torso, arms wrapped behind his neck. He grabs your thighs for a better pounding. And goes animalistic as you moan
"Yess!!! First commander Marco!!! You fuck me so good!! Dont stop! Cum in me!! Please mate with me!" You beg shouting.
"You want big bird to cum in you, beg more Yoi!!" Hes thrusting so hard you can barely breath but manage to say
"Please I need you!! I need your cum creaming in me!!" Which makes him go faster and harder making you see stars and black spots.
"Im gonna cum little bird!! Yoi"
"Cum all in me Marco! Fill me up!!" You yell not knowing how much time has really passed and how many others could hear you both.
"Ahh! First commander im gonna cum again!" He grunts
"Cum baby bird cum with me yoi!!" He keeps pounding you, sweat dripping off him onto you. Both of you huffing for air
"Ahhh!! Big bird im cuming!!! You yell as he yells
"Im cuming!!! Im creaming, take my hot cum little bird!! Yoi" he hes pumping hard making you see stars as you both cum. You could feel his cock release his hot cum as your walls constrict.
"OHH MARCOO!!!" You scream his name tearing up.
"(N)!!!! Yoi" he yelled as well, him thrusting through your and his highs, eventually slowing his pace to a stop. As you both are huffing hard he huffs
"It may hurt pulling out, here let me pick you up well go to the shower Yoi" he says as you clinge onto him, him holding your shaking thighs. Once in the shower he holds you up and slowly slips out with friction which takes a minute.
"Ahh!" You squeal as his girth is now missing. He sets you down but you hug onto his waist and abs for support wobbly legs.
"Did I really do that good of a job? yoi"
"Uh does it look like it? It was my first time" You reply as he hugs you offering his support under your arms.
"You were my first as well Yoi" After you can somewhat stand you both get cleaned up and dried off.
"Do we need to go out? I dont think I can walk straight" you ask giggling.
"We can do what ever you want my sweet little bird Yoi" he chuckles to you petting your wet (c) hair. As you both get cleaned up then he turns off the water he hugs you using his hybrid form to dry you both off.
"Can we just cuddle? We can go out after tonight right?" You ask.
"Yes we can and yes love Yoi" he says hugging you picking you up laying you on the bed. Then hopping in with you pulling the blanket over you both one of his arms under your head as he snakes his other arm around your waist and pulls you close as you wrap your left arm around his waist and abs, legs entangled. You could feel his cock near your pussy and felt euphoric with afterglow sex.
"I love you my big bird Marco~" you whisper.
"And I love you (N) my sweet little bird Yoi" He whispers back and gives you a forehead kiss. You give him butterfly kisses on his tattooed chest and neck which were covered in hickeys and slowly fall asleep.
~The Next Morning~
You both get dressed side by side looking in the mirror.
"Marcoo you gave me soo many hickeys I cant cover these up!" You squeal.
"They arnt meant to be covered dear. Show them off! Wear this instead of that. Yoi" It was a black low cut crop top and a different pair of black shorts.
"Thats a command from your commander" he says with a husky voice on your neck making you shiver and softly moan. Hes behind you now leaning down kissing and sucking on your hickeys making you moan
"Marcoo" your bottom was still bare. He touched your pussy sliding back and forth
"Ahh looks whose soaked my little bird do you need release? Yoi" he whispers slowly in your ear while slipping a digit in to you making you gasp and moan.
"Marco yes!" You lean on the glass of the shower from the outside proping yourself up with your hands while hes fingering you then he adds another digit pumping in and out for a good minute
"Marcoo yes Marco" you moan as you whine at him withdrawaling from your heat. You look up at him with pleading eyes as he puts the soaked fingers in his mouth and swallows your juices.
"Ill save the rest for later tonight Yoi" he gives you a devilish smile. Your now craving his cock so you pull down his pants and boxers to reveal his erection. He tries to back away
"What are you- ahh!! Yoi!" You wrap your arms around his legs as you put his member in your mouth and start pumping with your head.
You look up meeting his eyes as you go deeper and deeper until your deep throating him.
"God (N)!!Yoi!" You feel his cock twitch and his legs weaken hanging onto the sink. Then you slow to a stop and release him swllowing all the precum and saliva.
"Ill save the rest for later tonight~" you cutely say as you clean yourself up.
"Oh so you want to play dirty do you little bird? Yoi" You put on the outfit your Commander gave you after you cleaned up your pussy.
"You started it first, First Commander" you poke his abs as he adjusts his cock in his pants. He puts on his purple jacket and you put on your platform boots three inches high. As you and him clean up the room you finally finish and exit the room. He locks the door and you both go past crew members who were whistling and hollering at you both because of the hickeys were so visible on you both.
"Bets hes not pent up anymore." One says.
"He finally with (n) finally" another one says. He just ignores them smiling wide, intertwines his fingers with yours and walks off deck. Walking past the bar Marco says
"I want to take you on a date Yoi" you stopped and asked
"Whats a date?" You ask.
"Hmm its what mates, boyfriends, girlfriends, lovers, and married people go on. Like go to a restaurant take a walk, holds hands, kiss, be romantic-" he was cut off by
"Hey you guys. Woah thats alot of hickeys, good for you both! Haha Bet your not grumpy anymore Marco huh? Whatcha up too?" Ace wrapped his arms around yours and Marcos shoulders.
"Were going on a date!" You chimed and Ace glanced at you guys hands intertwined then to Marco then back up.
"What are you up to Ace? Yoi"
"Oh back on speaking terms now? Good and im just hangin with the buds drinkin anyways."
"Good for you guys, welp have fun. Dont wanna keep you" Ace says waving headed back to the bar. You wave back. As Marco starts walking again you follow him to a sushi bar and sits at the bar, and so do you.
"Isnt this place expensive?" You ask.
"Anything for my little bird besides isnt sushi your favorite food? Yoi" he questions and you nod.
"I knew it Yoi" he chuckles and smiles at you making you blush.
"Dont worry about it im First division commander remember? Yoi" he smiles at you. You both order. You got the sashimi tuna with a bowl of rice and lemons, he got a strange pineapple roll which you giggle at. Of course you both order the sake and drink it all too even if it doesnt effect you both. Once done he pays and you both leave headed to the koi pond.
"Oh look they have bread you can feed them!" You happily look at Marco who just smiles at you and walks up next to you while your feeding the koi.
"Here Marco try it!" You gleam up at him making him slightly blush. He takes the small bag and feeds the rest to the koi then puts the bag in the trashcan smiling. You both roam the island then he stops in the middle of the main plaza.
"Here wait right here so I can see you through the window. Ill be right back Yoi"
"Okay big bird ill wait here" you motion for him to lean down to which he does and you give him a kiss on his cheek. *click* He stands back up slightly blushing.
"Thank you my little bird Yoi" he says then waves to you. You look at a clothing store on the same side as the shop Marco went in. After about five minutes. Then you felt someone grab your arm. And another come from behind you to your side and one directly behind you.
"Look who strayed to far boys" one of them said.
"My mates coming back any second" you retort and turn your head to the one behind you.
"Oh yea and whose this whimp mate of yours?"
"Marco the Phoenix" you say plainly.
"Haha yea right! Well we wont believe such a lie"
"How about we beat him up and take you back home and cover you in more hickeys than that while were bangi-" The one behind you said but got cut off.
"Unless you want to die where you stand, then youll let go of her and leave right now" you heard a low husky voice say on your free side turning to look.
"Holy shit its really Marco the Phoenix run!" They yell as they let you go and ran away that blue flame in his eyes.
"I said id always protect you Yoi" you look up to him and smile wide.
"Marco!" You hug him and he hugs you back. *click*
"Uh thank you for that, shall we continue our date? Oh what did you have to get?" You ask.
"Yes lets continue and its nothing, they didnt have it. Yoi" he says frowning as you nod
"Okay I really want to go to that clothing store right there please?" You hold his hand.
"Sure lets go Yoi" he smiles at you, and you both walk over entering the store. You get heart eyes on this one outfit it was all black skirt with a velvet black choker with a sapphire dangling from it and the top was short sleeved but shear draping down partially your arms as it was a v cut too with black thigh high boots.
"Excuse me miss how much is this whole outfit?"
"Oh thats been there for awhile its a bit pricey its 50,000 Berries mainly because the genstone is real." She says smiling.
"Ill take it all!" Marco looks at you shocked you even have that much Berries, while you open your portal pulling out a gaint bag of coins.
"Heres another bag miss. Ill count it out for you" after about an hour.
"And that makes 50,000 Berries gosh miss you have good taste. Feel free to take it off the mannequin." She says and you nod. Opening your portal you start throwing the outfit in the portal.
"Thank you miss have a great rest of your day!" You say as she says the same then you and Marco leave the shop.
"Whew that took longer than expected sorry big bird" you look up to him as he says
"Its fine this is what people do on dates Yoi"
"Oh okay where next my love?" You question
"Oh come with me Yoi" he says as he holds your hand gently as always leading you to a secluded area with a pond with unlit candles and various colors of birds right before the sun sets. He motions for you to sit with him which you obey. He holds out his hand flaming the water and lighting the candles blue illuminating the birds flowers and you both.
"This is so romantic Marco!" You exclaim half hugging him.
"Ive always wanted to show someone important to me these beautiful moments in the world" suddenly as the sun sets he gets on one knee.
"I know its a bit early for this but I couldnt help myself I love you (N) Yoi" he pulls out a sapphire and gold ring and says.
"(N) The Phoenix will you do me the honor of marrying me youd make me the happiest man in the world Yoi" in shock you point at yourself and he nods.
"I would really love that Marco!" You kneel and hug him. Once you stopped hugging him he slipped the ring on your finger.
"Wow a perfect fit!" You happily say as he smiles from ear to ear and picks you up twirling you around then setting you down.
"I love you so much (n) Yoi" he says as your place your hands on his chest.
"I love you so much too Marco, soo much" you retort as its dark now.
"We really should get back to the ship they may have left without us" your face grows grim.
"Lets go regardless. I hope you had at least an okay time Yoi" he says softly. You look him with a bright smile and firey eyes
"It was perfect, just like you" you poke his nose and he chuckles. Walking back hand in hand intertwined you both chat, him making you laugh and giggle then you finally reach the beach and you both see the Moby Dick out at sea.
"Are you ready Yoi?"
"Yes big bird" you both transform into Phoenix forms and you both hear a *click* then Marco flew up and you did the same another *click* but you ignore it if Marco ignores it.
'Did he even realize it was a camera click I think I heard it earlier too.' You think. You both fly away as you look back you saw a news reporter then look in front of you, you circle around Marco then fly higher Marco following you above the sky line.
"Having fun? Yoi" he asks.
"Yes very much hey dance with me?"
"Dance in the sky? Sorry I dont know how. Yoi" he says a bit saddened.
"Like this follow me" you do some flashy moves with a dive swirl then come back up. He tries it too with you and does it successfully. He chuckles
"This is fun your right (n) haha Yoi" he laughs. Once youve both had your fun and stretched your wings you both flew over to the Moby Dick and landed in the middle transforming into human forms.
~Its Dinner Time~
You both take your seats.
"Ah (n) and Marco as I allready said be wary of photographers and the news. Their trying to get any intel on you and (n) also any new big bounty crewmates" Pops says. You raise your left hand with the ring up.
"Yes child?" Pops asks.
"Were compromised then we took off a news guy took some pictures of us sorry Pops"
"Marco is this true?" Pops asks.
"Yes I was a bit .... occupied Yoi" he admits giving a small blush. The crew whistles and hollers.
"I do see... Did they get a picture of your faces?" Pops asked.
"Im not sure my back was turned to him, he may have taken a picture of (n) though. How could I be so careless. Yoi" Marco puts a hand behind his head.
"Well we all make mistakes son im sure itll work out some how for now eat and drink well figure it out" Pops says.
~After Dinner~
Clothes on the floor, heavy panting, loudly moaning, balls slapping. You both couldn't help yourselves your both at peak heat.
"Ahh!! Marco!! Im gonna cum again!" You moan loudly. He moans in your ear
"Little bird you feel so good! Cum my baby bird cum all over my cock Yoi" hes holding you up against the shower wall pounding your cervix making you see stars.
"First commander im cumming!!" You yell arms around his neck water trickling down both your hot bodies.
"Again? Thats the third time baby! Can you cum one more time for me? Yoi" as he thrusts in and out letting you ride out your high.
"Ahhh!! Yes for you I can Marco!!!" Moaning almost screaming riding on your high.
"Your so good to me!! Marco!!"
"I try my best (n)!! Ahh!! Im gonna cum soon little bird! Yoi" he yells in your ear sucking hard on your neck, breasts and nape.
"Aghh im!!! Im gonna cum again Big bird!!" Yelling in his ear. Him thrusting harder, him grunting in your ear.
"Cum with me my baby bird!! Yoi" he grunts as he thrusts again and again making you see black spots and stars making you tear up at the ecstasy.
"Im gonna cum again Marco!!" You moan loudly.
"Ahh!! Me too cum with me (n)!! Yoi" A few more hard thrusts and you cry out
"Im cumming Marco!!!" He keeps thrusting moaning as he felt your walls constrict around his cock sending him over the edge.
"(N) my little bird ..*grunts*.. im cumming!! Im creaming in you my mate!!" He yells loudly. Thrusting through his and your highs you both moaning eachothers name.
"MarcoOO!!!!"
"(N)!! My baby bird!!! Yoi" he slowly comes to a stop you both huffing. After a minute he slowly pulls out of you seeing, both your cum flow down the drain. He gently sets you down hugging you close to support your legs which were twitching and shaking.
"Ahh (n)..my sweet little bird. I told you id save it for tonight Yoi" he chuckles cetching his breath.
"I love you Marco" you say both hands on his chest and abs.
"I love you my sweet (N) now lets get cleaned up. Yoi" you scrub and wash Marcos back and he does yours. Once clean you both dry off using both your wings cuddling heat encapsulating you both while kissing. Him giving you butterfly kisses on your hickeys. Once dry you both transformed out of hybrid form into human form. Crawling under the sheets cuddling up and slowly falling asleep.
~Months Later~
"Good morning my baby bird Yoi" you hear your mate say as he brushes your hair with his other hand then kisses your forehead. You laying your head in the crook of his neck laying on his other muscular arm. Facing eachother you give him butterfly kisses on his neck and chest.
"Ahh feels nice Yoi" you look up to him as he looks down to you. He leans down and you lean in, lips connecting tounges swirling around sucking swallowing then breaking for air.
"Come on sweetie lets get up Yoi" he says as you both get up, get ready, then head out on deck as it was both of your day off. You were wearing the outfit you had bought from the island Marco proposed to you on. Then he locks the door as you both go out on deck. You spy Ace who walked up beside you.
"Whatsup Ace?" You say as he shrugs looking forward not looking at you and your hickeys even though everyones gotten used to yours and Marcos love making over the months except Ace had been talking to you less and less. You all go up to Pops.
"Pops wheres Thatch??" Ace asks.
"Son ... he was killed by Teach and Teach jumped overboard stealing Thatchs devil fruit" Pops says as you feel an overwhelming urge to kill and you knew Marco could feel you. Transforming into your Phoenix form you hear
"What?! Ill kill that bastard!" Ace yells.
"Not if I kill him first!" You yelled as Ace jumps off on to his parasail blasting off and you flew off deck following Ace. Both Marco and Pops screaming
"(N), Ace come back!!!!"
~A Week Later Marcos POV~
(N)s absence has been worrying you non stop. Your in your room looking at the mirror when you kicked the wall making the trash bin knock over.
'This isnt like me. Ace is with her so shell be okay. Better clean up this mess. Yoi' you think to yourself as you bend done you spy something that shouldnt be there.
"A pregnancy test? Yoi" since your a doctor you were familiar with these things but (n) pregnant? Allready? Digging a little you find the box.
"(N)s pregnant?! Dammit now shes off with Ace! Why would she go when shes carrying my child? ... unless she didnt see the results? I could have came in while she was waiting.. she hid it so im assuming the latter. Regardless I need to find her soon. Yoi" you speak to yourself.
~(N) POV~
Ace left his parasail on the beach as you landed keeping in Phoenix form.
"You really think that info was right Ace?" You questioned.
"They said he should have just arrived here in this old bar town." Ace replys walking as you walk feet taller than him. You two searched the town Ace and you ontop of a buildings roof. Then you spy Teach.
"Ah look who showed up, mad about Thatch I see!" Teach yells to us.
"You are disgusting Im gonna kill you!" You yell through telepathy.
"Hahahaa Id like to see you try Aces misses." Teach says as he shows off his powers.
"Tch! She belongs to Marco!" Ace shouts as Teach attacks, grabs Ace and punches him sending him flying into the building your perched on.
"So you never told her? Well then I shall" Teach yells to Ace.
"No dont!!!" Ace screams.
"You see our little lover boy is in love-"
"Stop!!" Ace interjects but Teach continues.
"Lover boy is in love with you, thats why itll be so much sweeter to have the government kill him or even you the last born Phoenix!" Teach laughs as you hop onto the ground beside Ace.
"Ace tell the others what happened" you say as he replys
"Wa-what do you mean?"
"Brace yourself Ace!" You yell to only him as you do a J kick to his abdomen as he falls all the way to the beach by his parasail.
"Go now!!!" You use telepathy to only Ace. You glance at him, him blazing away on the water. You let out a battle squawk before attacking.
~
Marcos POV
~
"Whats the commotion outside? Better check it out. Yoi" standing from your desk with doctors coat on, you walk out of your lonely office. On deck you see Ace but no (n).
"Ace wheres (N)?! Yoi" you yell walking up close to him, not knowing what to think. Ace looks up to you, then back down his hat covering his tears but you see through him. The wind knocking his hat on his back. Now exposing his tears. You walk up to him and give him a good punch from the side knocking him onto the floor.
"Shes alive!" Ace yells. Which calms you a bit but a crowds developed around you two.
"Ace!!! Things are far from okay!! First you both take off weeks pass of nothing no word and now you tell me shes fine because shes just alive shes my fiance carrying my child!!!! Yoi" you scream at him as the crowd gasps, blue flames are coming out of you. Aces eyes grow wide and you did not like that.
"(N) was captured by Teach he said he would turn one of us into the world government at Marine Ford that he got two for one deal. She kicked me away and told me to tell you guys everything that went down. Im sorry I couldnt protect her Marco!" Ace yells while crying.
"Tears wont solve anything Ace Yoi" you say as Pops says
"Marco go cool off we will get her back" reluctantly you obey and transform into Phoenix from flying up high while hearing murmuring about you and (N) and Ace.
~
(N) POV
~
Your in your human form because they bound your ankles, wrists and neck with sea prism cuffs. Little do they know you just need your hands and feet free to go into Phoenix form. Sea prism does nothing to you since your not a devil fruit user though they assumed it would help.
"Get up its time." Two gaurds came to get you. A single pair of shoes for you. Slipping them on the gaurds say.
"Walk" which you obey up the millions of stairs. Once to the scaffolding and stage they hook you to the stage as you knelt down.
"No ones coming for you" Sengoku says. The broadcast was being shown all over the world you were pretty sure. You couldnt help but cry silently. Suddenly a ship floats out of the water with a pop. You know that ship anywhere!
"The Moby Dick" You whisper. As Sengoku becomes flustered as three more Ships arise from the depths.
"(N)!!! Im here!!!! Yoi!!" You knew that voice anywhere.
"Marco!!!!!" You yelled back.
"Well rescue you!!!!!! Yoi!!!" He says as Sengoku says into the snail mic for the snail projector
"Dont bother pretending what he is too you, our intel says hes your Mate, which is why we must execute you (n). The very last true born Phoenix must die. Phoenixs are much too dangerous to the public to be free. Youve destroyed entire islands before. Lets bring up your bounty. It says 2,300,000,000 Berries for a reason." Sengoku takes a break and swallows. Marco looks shocked but regains his composure.
"And who were your parents?" Sengoku asks you.
"Whitebeard is my father I dont have a mother!" You yell into the mic.
"Wrong our intel says you were born from two Phoenixs who were killed by Enel, but one Phoenix survived, now so shall you be killed!" He clicks the mic to talk with Pops. Tears streaming down your face you look up at Marco whose looking at you. You then see Whitebeards allies. Pop's used his Tremor-Tremor fruit causing a tsunami. Aokiji uses Ice Age to freeze the ships and keep the tsunami in place.
"Save (N)!" Pops yells as all the commanders jump onto the ice running into battle with the Marines. You started using your Flame Beam to try and destroy the scaffolding again and again wipping your head everywhere to destroy your enemies destroying cannons and parts of the scaffolding Then you stop feeling useless but notice the scaffolding moved.
"Just leave with your lives!!! I ran off without permission I dont deserved to be saved!!!" You screamed at Pops and Marco.
"Child I told you and Ace to go isnt that right Marco?" Pops says calmly.
"Thats right sorry to give you so much trouble (n)! Yoi" hearing Marco say that you cry sobbing at their gesture. Sengoku announces to the world that Ace must be killed as well for being Rogers son. You bet gasps were all over the world. As the battle continued pirates entering the plaza fighting, you saw Ace hang on to Marcos talons as they flew to the scaffold suddenly a Vice Admiral came up in front of you punching Marco down.
"Noo!! Marco!!" While Ace jumped up unlocking your wrists then the scaffolding came crashing down while you felt Ace unlock your feet.
'Where the hell did they get a key?!' You think. In the thick of the smoke you transform into full Phoenix form Ace in Fire Fist form.
"Go back to the ship now Ace!" You think to him as he obeys but while kicking ass. You fly around looking for Marco once found, you grab onto him he has a sea prism shackles on one of his legs, on deck next to Pops you rip the shackles off of Marco. Using your regeneration flames on Marco.
"Their after you too Ace stay out of it! Pops call a retreat!" You say in their minds.
"Retreat my sons!!!" Pops calls the word. You flew off as Marco held his chest which you noticed.
'Theres only one person who shots beams of light' you think to yourself.
~
Marcos POV
~
"Agh! Dam these wounds!
'I cant just blurt out your pregnant though, but its obvious she doesnt know. What if our baby di ... no I cant even fathom even thinking it. Yoi' You think to yourself regenerating faster now thanks to (n) flames. Ace was still on the ice with Akainu following him.
~
(N) POV
~
Flying above the island you feel Ace is in danger so you fly down blocking Akainu from punching Ace with your flaming wings becoming as hot as they can be like lava. Ace looks shocked as Akainu says.
"Once I start an execution I intend to see it through."
"Oh yea well lets make an exception!" You yell. Suddenly you jump kick Akainu sending him flying back to the scaffold. You look to Ace as Marco flew down to meet you both.
"What are you two doing (n) come onto the ship now thats a command!! Yoi" Marco yells.
"Im busy!!!" You yell back
"Your pregnant with my child dont strain yourself anymore!! Yoi!!" Marco yells at you. You just look at Marco.
"Really?"
"Yes really! Be way more careful! Yoi" Suddenly Marines are yelling at Sengoku. You see him pick up the snail com and say
"Shes pregnant kill her and Rogers son Ace D. Portgas!!!" Gasps from everywhere were heard and probably from all over the world as well.
"Dammit!! I shouldn't have said anything. Yoi!!"
"Come back to the ship!! Yoi!" Marco pleads.
"Grab Ace put him on the ship. Ill be careful!"
"You better be! Yoi" Marco yelled to you as he flew Ace on the ship. You flew up high.
Once everyone was on board Pops used his Tremor-Tremor fruit to break all the ice surrounding the ships the back three ships started to leave as the Moby Dick started to turn around. You battle cried, and used a lot of your flames to create a false sun covering the entire island. Youve had enough.
"Well this isnt good" Aokiji says. As your sun is flying down it impacts with the island but the Vice Admirals used their powers to block it in certain spots. Akainu uses his meteor fists in the sky as your sun tears apart the island everyone is shocked and only the strong withstand the sun you threw. You bet it took out all the visual snails too. Now you have another problem.
You hear commotion from the Moby Dick that theyll all be killed. Before the meteors fall onto the ships youd lived on for so long you yell
"Phoenix Guard!!" Using your hottest flames possible dripping with lava you create a circle on a angle in the air, so as the fists hit the circle of flames they slide off onto the island. After the ships are all sailing away and Akainu stopped using his attack you jet fly to the Moby Dick transform into human as Marco runs to you. Jumping onto the deck mid air you suddenly feel immense pain in your chest see a light beam and tumble falling onto the deck blood spilling out of you and from your mouth. You feel Marco pick you up.
"You guys did do it..." you say as Marco is shaking and says
"Shh dont speak. Yoi" Marco starts crying.
"Tell.. me... how.. bad is... it?" You ask. He just hugs you blood getting on his jacket and abs so you could see. You feel everyones eyes on you
"Its been... a while.. to feel... myself.. slip.... away.." you say as Marco hugs you as your body falls limp.
"(N)!!!!!!NO!!!!Yoi!!!!!!" Ace is crying as well as Marco and the crew. Your body grows cold quick then turned into ashes in Marcos arms. Suddenly once everyone was crying, your ashes heat up again then flames start appearing making everyone watch in awe. First they were blue flames then they got bigger and more red then the ashes suddenly burst into flames and you transformed into Phoenix form then transformed back into human form. Jolting up from Marcos hands, breathing like its your first breath of life. You cough up some left over blood. Inhaling deeply. Then falling back into Marco. Him crying over you as he holds you close.
"(N) your alive. Yoi" you hear Marco say.
"Dont.. want... to.... speak... hurts..." you say softly as he uses his regeneration flames on your whole body. Looking up at him tears fall on your face.
"Shhh.... im.... fine... just.... tired... so... tired..." you say quietly as you fall into unconsciousness.
~
Marcos POV
~
"....so... tired..." she says then she goes unconscious in your arms. You check her pulse before reacting this time. Pusle is strong and steady. As everyone is looking at her like a miracle just happened. You pick her up and go to the med room in the med office without a sound from anyone just stares. You got her a blanket and set up IVs in her to help her body recover everytime your flames went out you gave her new ones to help aid her recovery.
'She must have definitely over exerted herself' you think.
~
Two Days Later
~
Your working on paperwork barely have gotten any sleep. First you hear her heart monitor raise in bpms. So you stand and go around her bed holding her hand. She stirs at your touch.
"Mar..co..." she whispers its barely auditable but it makes you smile that shes alive and the whole in her chest closed up when she was reborn.
~
(N) POV
~
You flicker your eyes open, groggy and sleepy but warm. 'Whats this,.. my hand' you think as you boot up, the lights blinding you from above. You turn over feeling something snag on your inner elbow.
"Agh!" You cried out.
"Here let me undo your IVs yoi" you hear a familiar voice say as your vision is spotty and blurry. The husky voice took out your IVs and all cords attached to you.
"There my little bird, feel better Yoi?"
'Wait I know this voice,... its... my mate.... Marco' you think and blink away the spots to see
"Marco...?" you speak as he holds your cold hands warming them up.
"Yes my sweet (n)? Yoi" he says softly to you
"Hi.." you say putting up a hand to his cheek softly rubbing his stubble.
"I missed you" you sit up slowly him supporting your back.
"I missed you too Yoi" he replys.
"Do you remember what all happened love Yoi?" He asks you as you start to think
"I was going to be executed... then you guys came and saved me... I think I died for a minute..." you touch the spot where the light beam hit you which Marco took note of.
"Thats all I remember doc" you say shrugging your shoulders. Slowly swinging your feet to the floor. He grabs your hands.
"(N) listen... Yoi"
"Yes Marco? What is it?" You ask quietly. His fiery blue eyes met your fiery red ones waiting with anticipation.
"I saw the test result Yoi" he says calmly as your blush tomato red covering your mouth as you gasped softly.
"I thought I hid it, you were coming into the room so I put it in the trash"
"Well I found it. The result was positive, you have our child in you. Im guessing here but I hope its okay. I need to buy an ultra sound machine if I can after all this. Yoi" he states and finishes.
"And yes you did hide it, but I was angry and kicked the trashcan over and found it. Yoi" he explains. As it sinks in you point to yourself and he nods smiling wide. You stand up and jump up to hold his neck with your arms hugging him, wrapping your legs around him.
"Oh Marco were gonna be parents!" You shout. He chuckles/laughs loudly holding you with one hand.
"Yes and im gonna be a daddy Yoi!" he says hugging you tightly twirling you around. Then you slid off of him as he leaned down to kiss you deeply breaking for air he started a rant
"Youve had me worried for weeks! There had better not be a next time of you running off with Ace Yoi"
"Ouu yea that probably looks bad now that I think about it..." you trail off.
"You think? Imagine what I was thinking not knowing where you were or if you were alive or dead and having my child in you Yoi" he replys getting choked up with tears. You hug him close kisses his chest and abs.
"That wont ever happen again I promise Marco" you reassure him.
"Ill stick to your side like glue from now on okay?" You question him. He takes off his glasses to wipe his tears then put them back on, he nods then says.
"Ill hold you to your word (n) the Phoenix Yoi" hugging and kissing his sweet lips and neck.
~
Nine months Later
~
You weren't allowed off the Moby Dick for the entire nine months by Marcos command. He got Thatch to give you special foods and fruits so the baby will be extra healthy. Marco went and got supplies for you and the baby when the ship docked at different islands making sure to be careful not to transform into Phoenix form or hybrid form. As they never changed Marcos wanted poster picture which was his full Phoenix form. So he could still walk around freely but they upped your bounty to 3,000,000,000 and plastered your face on your wanted poster.
~
You wobble from your shared room after locking it. To the med office where your fiance was working so you could do some work as well. Opening the door you see your lover turn his head back to you.
"Hello my little bird how are you feeling this morning? Yoi" asking as he helps you to your chair.
"He's kicking again want to feel our baby handsome?" You ask Marco as he smiles wide. He gently placed his hands on either side of your swollen belly then leaned down to listen to your belly. *kick* *kick* *thumpa thumpa*
"I can hear him kicking, and his heart beat Yoi" he looks up to you then kisses all over your tummy tickling you making you laugh.
"Hey that tickles!" You laughed as Marco let go of your belly he leaned over to kiss your lips. Soft and sweet, he gave you a peck then went to his side of the table facing you.
~After A Couple Hours Of Working~
You both hear a pop/click then a whoosh of water. You both stop and look at each other.
"Umm I think my water just broke...Marco.."
"Well thank god your in the right place allready Yoi" he quickly got up and helped you up. Picking you up bridal style and setting you on the med bed. Hurrying to get the proper drugs and IV in your arm.
"Take these pills dear Yoi" he hands you the pills and gave you a cup of water. You gulp the pills down and chug the water then it started.
"Aghhh!!! It hurts Marco!!" You yelled loudly as he gets ready.
"Dont worry little bird these are contractions they will pass.
"----" you couldnt talk at all when the contractions started and you figured theyd only get worse. You could barely breath then it would stop and start again.
"Your contractions are lasting forty five seconds inbetween every ten minutes its just starting. Yoi" Marco says to you as you both hear the door open.
"Hey doc-"
"Were closed for now get out!! Yoi" Marco snaps
"Ohh shit okay bye" the crewmate runs out the door alerting the crew that your in labor. Your Phoenix goes and locks the door then runs back.
"Aghhhh!!!" Tears sting your eyes as you felt the need to push after hours and hours of Marco trying to comfort you.
"Your contractions are lasting thirty to seventy seconds, with breaks five to ten minutes. Now your in true labor dear your gonna have to push soon let me know when you feel the need to push Yoi" you hear Marco say calmly.
"Okay please keep talking and I feel the need to push!" You yell loudly as another contraction happens you arching your back.
"Then its time to push sweetie Yoi!" He says as you felt the need to push with the contractions. You push when you feel the need and eventually you feel the baby come out. You both hear crying feeling relief as Marcos and your baby is alive and well. Marco snipping the cord, and takes the baby for a while to clean it. You feel yourself slipping away from life again.
"(N)! Stay with me! Yoi" The heart monitor beeping slower and slower until it goes *beep*.
Opening your eyes you gasp for breath like its the first time. The heart beat monitor spikes to your breathing level. Breathing hard you look around and see Marco with your guys baby lullying it to sleep. Your fully healed from being reborn.
"Ahhh I feel so much better now...." once your breathing stabilizes your heart beat normalizes Marco looks at you and hands your guys baby onto your chest.
"That always scares me when your reborn Yoi" You coddle your baby.
"It is a him right?" You ask and your fiance just nods.
"Hello there our baby bird" you coo as he sleeps.
"What should we name him? Yoi" Marco asks you.
"Hmmm ......... I like Kai what do you think Kai The Phoenix?" You ask him as he crosses his arms raises a hand to his chin thinking.
"It has a nice ring to it dear. I love it Yoi" he says smiling wide to you making you smile wide too. He walks over to you both and strokes your hair.
"Hello our baby bird Kai Yoi" Marco coos as you smile raise your hand to cup Marcos face rubbing his cheek. He looks at you with tears in his eyes.
"Awe honey are you okay?" You ask him. He takes off his glasses and wipes his tears then puts his glasses back on. Looking at you he smiles wide
"Im .. just so happy your both alive and healthy. My heart stopped when I heard the heart monitor go silent. Yoi" Marco says hugging you below the baby.
"I need to give Kai his immunization shots then he can be introduced to the crew and Pops Yoi" Marco tells you as he cleans your bottom up picking up your dress then laying it on you again. Your dress is soaking wet. Sitting up you hand Kai over to Marco.
"Ill be back I really need a shower, can give Kai his shots sweetie?" Marco holds Kai then looks to you.
"Of course little bird go feel better. Ill take care of everything. I love you (n) Yoi" Marco says quietly to you as you slide off the med bed.
"I love you Marco" Knees kindave weak, but once stable you walk to the office door unlock it and go to your guys room lock the door. Crew members looking at you in awe. Then take a shower. After drying off with your wings you open your portal and change clothes into shorts and a crop top and mini boots.
'Its been so long since I could where these' you think to yourself. Once ready you go back to the office open the door then lock it.
"Marco big bird" you call out as you hear a *shhh*" as you round the corner you see Marco sitting on a chair holding Kai lulling him to sleep.
"Awee look at you two, your allready such a good daddy" you walk up to Marco and brush your hand through Marcos hair.
"So how long was everything?" You ask him. Him checking the clock he says
"About six or seven hours its dinner time now sweetheart" your Phoenix says.
"Six or seven hours?! No wonder im beat" you tryied to hush yourself.
"Well at least you dont need to heal that much now Yoi" Marco says to you. You noticed Marco had wrapped Kai in a baby blanket. Your lover stands handing you Kai as he goes and undresses his medical gloves apron etc. He goes to his desk and pulled out a paper and signed it except for one spot.
"Here dear let me see him, sign there Yoi" you hand over kai again and see Marco was writing up a birth certificate the mothers name is blank. You sign your full name then set the pen down. You go up to Marco and Kai and gently hug around Marcos waist you both gently swaying with Kai in the middle. Closing your eyes head leaning on Marcos chest you smell that brand new baby smell intoxicating you and Marco. Maternal instincts kicking in.
"Well be late for dinner (n) Yoi" Marco says rubbing your arm. You look up at Marco with puppy dog eyes and he allready can tell what you want. He hands you Kai gently as you smile wide. And he cleans up everything that was dirtied. Then after everything was cleaned, sanitized and put away. He unlocked the door and led you out of the office. Holding Kai with your left arm and holding Marcos hand with your right heading to the dining area everyone stares and cheers for you both as you both walk up to Pops.
"Son is the baby okay?" Pops asks concerned. With a extra wide smile Marco says
"Yea Pops guess what your a grandfather now. Hes name is Kai! Yoi" which makes Pops chuckle and smile. You offer Kai up to Pops as Pops takes Kai gently in his hand.
"Ahh my grandson Kai the Phoenix! Cheers everyone to my grandson Kai! And to Marco and (n)!" Then Pops lowers his hand for you to take Kai which you do and Marco guides you by your waist to your table. Sliding into the booth Marco first then you. He wraps his left arm around you as he eats and drinks. Once hes done he motions for you to hand him Kai. Which you do and start drinking and eating.
"Congratulations you guys!" Ace says as Izo says
"Congrats Phoenixs may you live a lovely life"
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After Dinner
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"Im so tired how about you big bird? You delivered our baby all those hours" you say as he seems sleepy.
"Yea I am tired lets go to bed little bird Yoi" he says as you both slide out of the booth and you both head toward your room hearing hollering and whistling. Once in and locking the door Marco sets Kai in his crib. Kai being a heavy sleeper is a god send. Once ready for bed you crawl into bed with Marco as you both turned into hybrid forms wrapping both your and his wings around eachother.
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Bonus Five Years Later
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Marco married you five years ago. Kai was growing up good, he learned many things Phoenixs and humans needed to know. You and Marco are very protective of Kai, and taught him how to read, write, and speak how to transform into different forms and many other things.
"Kai get over here!! Where is that boy? Yoi!" You hear Marco yell. As you pop behind Marco looking around you scooch out of the office. Turning into Phoenix form you fly up seeing Kai in the crows nest sleeping. You perch on the crows nest.
"Kaiii..... Kaiiii wake up baby" Kai stirs rubbing his eyes waking up.
"Momm I was sleeping" he jumps up.
"Listen to your father, hes calling you. Youlll get a candy." Kai in human form whines
"Awee that means a shot!"
"Its either that or no dinner." You state you knew he loved his food. Kais blonde hair flying in the wind. He mumbled.
"Okay..mom" he transforms into Phoenix form and flew down to the deck with you and transforms into human form him jumping on your back. You giggle as you walk back to the med office and Marco just smiles wide crossing his arms as he holds the door open for you both.
"Are you ready baby bird? Yoi" Marco asks Kai as he jumps off you and hops up on the med bed.
"Yea dad im ready" Kai says in a sad and scared tone.
"Its okay it only hurts for a second Yoi" Marco says as he prepares the needle.
"Ready 3...2...1... and done Yoi" Marco says softly as he puts the needle in the hazardous waste bin.
"See youve done so good our baby bird Yoi" Marco says as he gives Kai a lolipop.
"Yay!! Thanks Dad, Mom!" Kai yelled as he went to Pops, you and Marco watched from the door.
"Grandpa! I did it!" Kai boasts.
"Good job child" Pops says and pets his head. Then Kai transforms into Phoenix form and flies to the crows nest again. You and Marco close the door and sit across from eachother doing paperwork.
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After Dinner
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"Time for bed Kai" you say as he talks to his uncle Ace.
"Awee come on I wanna sleep with uncle tonight mom!" Kai whines.
"Is that okay with you Ace?" You ask him. He nods and says
"Yea no problem come on ya little squirt race yea!" Ace yells.
"No fair your bigger than me wait up!" Kai yells chasing Ace. Suddenly Marco wrapped an arm around your waist leading you to your guys room. Once ready for bed you both slip into bed transforming into hybrid form. Cuddling eachother Marco says
"Goodnight mama bird I love you Yoi"
"Goodnight daddy bird I love you" you whisper.
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give me some tips to forget you (part two)
ford pines x reader
fool me once, shame on me. fool me twice?
word count: 1975
angst. argument with no resolution. out-of-pocket things said. part three coming soon.
chapter two: tell me whose side are you on, dear?
Leaves crunch under your feet as you walk. The only other sounds you can pick up are the wind blowing through the large trees surrounding you, and the light squeal of the Anemometer on the roof of the building in front of you. It’s beautiful. The warm oranges and yellows of the leaves scattering the ground contrast the wooden a-frame shack nicely. The isolation provided by the woods only aids the image. It looks like somewhere Ford would enjoy. What worries you are the large amounts of barbed wire fencing lining the property, paired with a large sign next to you reading “Stay Out”. Various types of equipment surround the area, including a large radio tower that idly blinks at you. This doesn't look like a house or lab, it looks like a maximum security prison. You pull out the letter again. The page fights against the chill autumnal breeze as you unfold it. The single line of writing stands stark against the paper.
‘618 Gopher Road, Gravity Falls, Oregon. Come alone.’
There's no name on the letter, nor the envelope. But the neat cursive could only belong to one person. Papers scattered across library tables, scribbled words in the margins of your notebook after a particularly long lecture, notes left stuck to your dorm room door after he had to speed away for a lab and couldn't meet you to study. It’s all the same. It's the writing you would see in your dreams after the letters slowed to a halt, just as you knew they would. The same writing that told you after graduation he was moving out west to research, the same writing that told you he would keep in touch and that you could send letters any time you needed to. And for a little while you did. A letter from him would typically end up back in your mailbox after a week or two, giving updates on his progress or his new life in the pacific northwest. As time went on, slowly you'd maybe get one letter for every two sent, and then no response for months only to get a short non-descriptive note blaming lack of time with empty promises of answering properly soon. It never happened. Your last letter was sent back to you with a large “return to sender” stamp emblazoned across the envelope.
You didn't know what to think when this one was dropped off unceremoniously after almost a year of nothing. You initially threw it away in anger, how dare he reach back out after all this time only to tell you to travel cross country with no explanation as to why? The guilt, deeply buried hope, and a probably unrequited wish for more, made you pull the letter back out of the bin, uncrumple the paper, and start making plans to leave.
A particularly loud squeal from the spinning rooftop instrument makes you snap back to the present. Taking a deep breath, you cross the point of no return towards the front door. As it grows nearer, the flurry of anxiety in your stomach grows more intense. Unstable legs climb the steps, coming to face the door.
“Toughen up. You've known Ford forever, why are you so nervous to see him now?”. Truth be told, you didn't know what you'd find on the other side. You hadn't seen him in person for several years and hadn't gotten more than a few written words for half of that time. But still, you hold a hope that this visit will fix things. Seeing each other will bring back the spark you had. Raising a hand, you knock on the door. Several moments pass…
Nothing.
Not even a vague sign of life from the inside.
You raise your hand back up to knock again when the door is abruptly thrown open. Before you can process what is happening, a hand grabs your upper arm tightly and yanks you up. You yelp in shock as your balance falters. You look up at the hands' owner and into the face of someone you once knew.
Ford has looked better. He hasn't shaved in several days, his stubble fitting alongside his very messy, tangled hair. His glasses sit slightly askew, not helping to conceal his dark bags and bloodshot eyes. Rumpled clothes only add to the look of someone who has not taken care of themselves for a very long time.
“Ford?” You ask. His eyes are dark, with evident distrust written in them. He makes no move to acknowledge you or respond. He just stares, his eyes searching for something within yours. He quickly reaches into his tan coat and produces a small flashlight, shining it directly into your eyes. The light is blinding and painful. You rip his fingers from your arm, rubbing your eyes gingerly. This action seems to sate him, but he reaches for your arm, this time quickly pulling you inside and shutting the door.
“Is anyone else out there? Did anyone see you come this way?” He hurriedly asks, turning away from you to walk briskly further into the dark home. The inside was a reflection of his turmoil. Books and various objects lay everywhere, covering every surface including the floor. Blackout curtains hung over every window, Boxes stood carefully placed in front of the other visible door, effectively barricading it. What the hell is he up to?
“Ford, what is this? What are you talking about, is everything okay?”
“Did anyone see you?” he asks again with more force behind it, more clipped. Annoyed.
“No! Ford, what the hell is this? I haven't seen or heard from you for years, and when you finally get back in touch you are acting like a total loon! What is wrong with you?” You plead. Something is very wrong, you wish you had come sooner. He keeps his back to you as he continues moving, gathering papers and objects along the way. “Ford! Stop!”
He does as you ask, surprisingly. He stops and turns to you. His face is still as unreadable as when he answered the door. You close some of the space he created, carefully crossing over the minefield of a floor, and stop just short of an arm's length away.
“Please just tell me what's going on,” you say, tone much kinder than your previous exclamation. His face doesn't change, but you see his eyes soften slightly.
“Follow me,” he says. He motions towards a concealed doorway, walking towards it, only glancing back to ensure you're following. The doorway lets into a dark, steep staircase leading to an elevator, no doubt going somewhere deep below the foundations of the home. Ford opens the doors and you both step inside.
─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───
“I like your place. The woods are beautiful around here.” You say, desperately trying to fill the silence as you descend. Your mind flashes back to the thousands of easy conversations you used to be able to have with Ford. You wish it were still that easy.
“Thank you. It has served me well in my research.” he replies curtly.
The elevator opens to a study, which isn't much more organized than the space above. However, it is much more unsettling. There are triangles and strange symbols everywhere. Some well hidden, some in plain sight. You take in your surroundings for a moment before Ford clears his throat.
“I've made a grave mistake. I don't know who I can trust anymore, if anyone.” He opens a secret compartment built into a desk and pulls out a red book. The book has a golden, six-finger hand with a large number one in the middle. He holds it out to you. “I need you to take this, take it back home with you, the sooner the better, and hide it. Don't give it up for any reason. No matter who asks.”
He shakes the book expectantly, motioning for you to take it. You gently take it from him. The book is heavy and has had much use, but you don't open it. You can't quite describe everything running through your mind, it's a slice of every emotion that has ever been felt. A confusing flurry rushes through you, bouncing between sadness, and joy, guilt and settling on anger.
“No”
“No? Do you even understand how import…”
“No! I don't understand because you never cared enough to write me back! Do you know how important that was to me? You promised me, Ford. Now, after all this time, you tell me to come just to send me home, and want to lecture me on what is and isn't important to you?”. You have never used this voice on Ford before. You would bicker, and argue about random insignificant topics, but you never had gotten angry with him like you were right now. It kind of surprised you, in the past you never saw yourself getting mad at him. You two were as thick as thieves then. It saddens you how much the both of you have changed. From the look on his face, he is just as surprised.
Several long moments pass before, and to your dismay, his face falls into a scowl.
“I apologize that I didn't give you a rundown of my entire life every time you asked! I should have paused my critical research to let you look over my shoulder like you always have!” he shouts. His words sting. You can feel tears hitting the back of your eyes, but you manage to hold them back.
“‘Like I always have’? What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, voice low to not reveal how close you are to tears.
Ford hesitates momentarily before he speaks. “You and Stanley are two of the same. I would have been better off if I’d left you sooner and prevented myself from having to drag you along with me.”
The words hit you all at once. Hard. The tears finally come to the front of your waterline and threaten to spill over. If Ford didn't mean it, he makes no effort to let it show in his expression. Is this why you could never get the courage to confess? Could you sense that he resented you? Is this why, despite him and his brother being best friends growing up, they hadn't been seen together in years? Why Ford hadn't mentioned him at all since leaving New Jersey?
The sound of the book hitting the ground is deafening in the dead quiet room. You hadn't even realized that you had thrown it until it smacked against the pavement. Ford jumps slightly at the sound, his eyes following the book as it skids to a stop near his feet.
“Keep your stupid book.” You mumble. Hugging yourself, you turn to go back to the elevator. He didn't want you around. All of the time you had waited for him to care as much about you as you did him was wasted. It would never happen, he just explicitly told you. All of those nights you dreamed pictures of a different life, a different world, one where you two were more than what you had been given, were just dreams. Your best friend was gone.
The tears begin to roll down your face as you step inside the elevator. Ford hasn't moved, his head only slightly tilted to watch you leave out of his peripheral vision. When you don't stop, don't come back, he leans down to pick up the book, dusting off the cover as he comes back up.
“That's fine,” He says looking down at the journal in his hands. Just before the elevator doors close you out of his life for good, you hear him add,
“There's someone else I can ask.”
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I~ I want your love!
DNI + About Me
I'm Fizz, I'm a writer who writes both fanfiction and original work. I'm 13 years old, I use they/them pronouns, and I'm in wayyyy too many fandoms to count.
Non-writing posts over at @fizz-lovez-u
Please DNI if you are:
Homophobic, transphobic, racist, etc.
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Just here to spread hate
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More to be added ;)
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Requests - Closed
What I will write:
Fluff
Comfort
Angst
Headcanons
Oneshots
Scenarios
Slightly suggestive
Light gore
Violence
x reader
Gender neutral reader unless requested otherwise
Male reader if requested
Female reader if requested
Some mental illness, but only if I feel I understand and can respectfully portray it.
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What I won't write:
Smut
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If what you're requesting isn't listed, just send it in! No harm in trying! <3
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Fandoms and characters I write:
Stray:
Momo
Doc
Zbaltazar
Clementine
Seamus
Guardian
Blazer
Rise of the TMNT:
Donnatello
Raphael
Leonardo
Michaelangelo
Repo Mantis
Danganronpa THH:
All male characters except for Hifumi Yamada and Monokuma.
Ask about fem. characters. Sometimes I have a harder time writing them, but I will try!
Danganronpa GD:
All male characters except for Monokuma, Hajime Hinata, and Nekomaru Nidai.
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Genshin Impact:
All playable male characters
Dainsleif
Baizhu
Scaramouche
Teppei
Enjou
Dottore
Beidou
Xinyan
Yanfei
Yoimiya
Kokomi
Mona
Yelan
Ask about unlisted fem. characters. Sometimes I have a harder time writing them, but I will try!
Platonically:
Qiqi, Sayu, Klee, and Diona
Tales of Arcadia:
Jim
Douxie
Angor Rott
Krel
Glitch Techs:
Five
Mitch
Hazbin Hotel:
Alastor
Husk
Angel Dust
Sir Pentious
Helluva Boss:
Striker
Fizzarolli
Ozzie (Occasionally)
Blitzø
Stolas
Gravity Falls:
Bill Cipher
Ford Pines
Hellsing (Ultimate):
Pip Bernadotte
Alucard
Alexander Anderson
Tiān Guān Cì Fú/
Heaven Official's Blessing
Xie Lian
Hua Cheng
Fu Yao
Nan Feng
The Storm Crow
Caylus
Ericen
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#x reader#stray x reader#genshin impact x reader#rottmnt x reader#danganronpa x reader#tales of arcadia x reader#glitch techs x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#helluva boss x reader#gravity falls x reader#hellsing x reader#hellsing ultimate x reader#tgcf x reader#tian guan ci fu x reader#heaven official's blessing x reader
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Fresh Crops! October 10 - October 16, 2022
You find a crumpled paper with nearly illegible writing containing this week’s newest fics and chapter updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3.
As you admire the freshly watered crops, you find some gigantic footprints and a few stray hairs that are snowy white in color.
👣 👣 👣
Mineral Mountain National Park, 1982- by Mnemah; WIP, 3/?, 2.9k
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: F/M
Fandoms: Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons Series (Video Games), Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town (Video Game 2020), Harvest Moon: Back To Nature, Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town, Story of Seasons, Harvest Moon
Summary: No cell phones, no internet, and no social media. The year is 1982 in Mineraltown, a tourist town on the outskirts of Mineral Mountain National Park (MMNP). Rick Dixon is the park’s newest ranger and he knows every trail in the park like the back of his hand. Along those familiar, mountain paths he finds bittersweet memories of his past as well as a glimpse into his future. And somewhere, between it all, he also manages to find himself.
Living in Color - by rockyroadster95; WIP, 4/?, 10.6k
Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: F/M, Gen
Fandom: A Wonderful Life
Summary: At her father's funeral, Aya was given an offer that would take her far from her stale and directionless life to a place she hoped would give her something to live for. (A long-fic with a more angst-leaning angle on the game's story, for now...)
Stargazing - by krissydvalentine; WIP, 7/?, 5.2k
Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M
Fandoms: Trio of Towns, Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons Series (Video Games)
Relationship: Female Farmer/Wayne; Characters: Wayne, Female Farmer, Ford, Lisette
Summary: I sit down next to her on the sofa and grab one of her hands. “Krissy, don’t you realize you mean the world to me?” Tears are starting to fall down my cheeks. “Don’t you realize if anything happened to you, it’d kill me? Darlin’ don’t you realize I love you?”
Kingston - by Abinelia; Complete, 1/1, 3.5k
Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: Other
Fandoms: Story of Seasons: Trio of Towns, Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons Series (Video Games)
Relationship: Wayne (Trio of Towns)/Reader; Characters: Wayne (Trio of Towns), Farmer (Trio of Towns)
Additional Tags: Mild Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Slow Burn, Not Beta Read, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, alternate green heart event
Summary: A late night of work leads to an encounter with Wayne under the cool autumn night that (F/n) would soon be unable to forget.
The Lost Heir - by krissydvalentine; WIP, 3/?, 1.4k
Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M
Fandoms: Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons Series (Video Games), 牧場物語つながる新天地 | Story of Seasons (Video Game 2014)
Relationship: Farmer/Raeger (Story of Seasons); Characters: Farmer (Story of Seasons), Female Farmer (Story of Seasons), Raeger (Story of Seasons), Klaus (Story of Seasons)
Additional Tags: Romance
Summary: This is a work in progress. See Notes for more info.
Taking what is Mine - by det2x; WIP, 3/?, 4.9k
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M
Fandoms: Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town, Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons Series (Video Games), 牧場物語2 | Harvest Moon 64, Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town (Video Game 2020)
Relationships: Claire the Farmer/Gray (Harvest Moon), Gray - Relationship; Characters: Claire (Harvest Moon), Gray (Harvest Moon)
Additional Tags: Graire, Claire x Gray shipping, Gray is a rancher, Other series of the franchise will be mentioned or included, Originally Posted on FanFiction.Net, Based on the older games, Mixed of all the games
Summary: Gray's dream is to become a farmer someday and he will do anything it takes to achieve that dream but he was beaten by the new resident in Mineral Town, is it gonna be the end for him ever being a farmer? Is he still gonna be just a blacksmith apprentice?
A/N: This is a rewritten version and I'll start from scratch.
dance around it - by dripndrops; WIP, 1/?, 4.5k
Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M
Fandoms: Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons Series (Video Games), 牧場物語つながる新天地 | Story of Seasons (Video Game 2014)
Relationships: Annie | Minori/Raeger (Story of Seasons), Farmer/Raeger (Story of Seasons); Characters: Annie | Minori (Story of Seasons), Raeger (Story of Seasons), Lillie (Story of Seasons), Fritz (Story of Seasons), Elise (Story of Seasons), Melanie | Meruti (Story of Seasons), Others are mentioned, past Lillie/Raeger (Story of Seasons)
Additional Tags: Slow Romance, Romance, Fluff and Angst, friends to strangers, or more like really awkward acquaintances, It's a romance fic I'm just taking my time with it, Giving Raeger the love he deserves, Friends to Lovers
Summary: The impromptu bonfire festival reminds Raeger of his affection for two different people. One a blurred memory and the other right in front of him. Yet through their vast differences, he can't help but see the similarities.
Annie only sees him.
or; Raeger falls in love. He just doesn't see it coming.
And Not safe for Tumblr fics by Thefallen1986 and BlossomingDia.
#fresh crop monday#harvest moon#story of seasons#friends of mineral town#back to nature#a wonderful life#trio of towns#harvest moon 64#牧場物語つながる新天地
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Naiad of the Brook | Ford Pines x Reader |
The Gravity Falls air is crisp and sweet in Stanford Pines’ throat, the breeze a little more insistent against his back as he trudges through foliage in his battered old boots. Crickets chirp their midnight song, hidden within tall grass and fallen summer leaves, perfectly camouflaged amongst nature’s vibrant beauty and the pressing darkness of night. He carries on, twigs snapping atop life-filled soil, until he parts the curtains of overhanging branches, clearing the way to the nearby babbling brook.
The moon lights up the path to the stream, slightly raised stones with cracks stuffed with wet, clambering moss and daisies peeking through strands of dewdrop-laden grass. The brook is something out of a fairy tale each time Ford visits, red toadstools clustered near the trunks of towering trees, forming circles, stones with curved ancient runes that foretell long dead prophecies and a crumbling throne of rock, vines of ivy entangled throughout its struggling foundations, though he supposes he should be used to this kind of thing by now. He settles one knee at the edge of the water, shifting his glasses further up his defined nose, and plunges one six-fingered hand into the shallow current, collecting a decent handful of sparkling pebbles. Picking a near perfectly flat stone, he skips it with well-practised precision across the calm surface of the water and waits patiently.
The ripples travel gracefully across the gentle stream, and from them a pair of yellow eyes blink slowly, pupils slitted as they stare up at him. From the water you rise, hair clinging to your skin, the thin white chiffon of your gown just barely covering your cleavage.
“Stanford,” you greet him with a smile, raking a delicate hand through your wet hair.
“Naiad of the brook,” he nods formally, making you scoff.
“I don’t know why I ever expect you to speak to me as though I am your friend, Stanford. You’ve known me long enough to call me (Name).”
“Formality is a reflex, dear,” Ford chuckles, “you never know when a nymph might bite your head off, it’s best to be cautious.”
“And do I look like a nymph that does that sort of thing?”
“I’d prefer not to answer that.”
You let out a playfully offended cry and flick water at him, scrunching up your nose and scowling at him. It doesn’t take long for you both to begin to update one another on your lives – you learn of his many recent adventures since exiting the portal, and his great niece and nephew, both of which you take a mental note to pay closer attention to, and you rant about the nearby ash tree nymphs, with their wildness and how they enjoy to tease the manotaurs closer to your sacred grounds just to annoy you. Ford laughs as you describe having to beat away one of the curious brutes with promises of a curse upon his whole tribe and a piece of driftwood.
“Honestly, Stanford, if there’s one thing I wish never existed it’d have to be those damn horny cretins!” you groan, fiddling with a particularly pretty pebble.
“If you’ve got a manotaur problem on your hands, (Name), you could always come to Dipper and I. He’s becoming quite the anomaly hunter, I dare say,” he offers, a proud waver in his low voice. You assure him you will, before letting a still, comfortable silence fill the air.
Silences with Ford are always rather peaceful, simply basking in one another’s presence and listening to nature’s symphony. The frogs croak their happy melodies, nested inside a cool, damp log, and the breeze rustles through leaves and branches like a twirling ballerina, prancing across a stage. You look up to the moon, half of her pale face protected by a lacy fan of shadow and night, her entourage of glittering stars dancing around her. It makes you wonder when you will join her hall of ballroom dancers, still plagued by the soft grasp of youth, despite being near a century old. You’re jealous of Ford in that way; his features match his wisdom; sharp, though aged beautifully, and you fear you will forever be painted as a rosy-cheeked young woman, with false promises of naivety and dumb innocence on your lips. The gods laugh at your fruitless longing for mortality.
“(Name).”
The low timbre of his voice drags you from your thoughts as you meet his gaze. His dark eyes are blown behind his lenses, one cracked with, no doubt, a decent story to go along with it. He reaches out, his large hand tucking your hair behind your pointed ear.
“Yes?”
There’s a flustered blush at the tips of Ford’s ears and he averts his eyes, instead focusing on a tiny neon tetra and the rest of its school, swimming along with the current. He finally clears his throat and turns to you again.
There’s a moment where you’re both completely still. He struggles, bringing his hand to run through his hair. You can no longer handle the tension, the horrid feeling seeping in through your cold skin and nibbling at your squirming insides.
You grab his raised hand, pressing your palm to his. Your touch is firm, reassuring, and after a moment he clasps his larger hand around yours, holding it with such sincerity that your heart struggles behind your reed-entangled ribcage.
But then the hesitation is back, and Ford looks troubled. His wrinkles deepen and he looks away again, removing his warm hand from yours. The sudden rejection takes a seat in your heart and mind, its burden heavy already.
“I must be going,” he states gruffly. He only receives a nod from you, your throat too preoccupied with a lump, preventing a witty or teasing remark from escaping you.
He leaves, his footprints in the soft soil a reminder of him, even as you climb further from the stream to slump into your ancient, decaying throne.
“What are you so afraid of?”
Your question hangs in the cold air, left unanswered for another visit from Stanford Pines.
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College Ford x shy! male! reader
Hi! Dedicating this to @lantern-light-and-starry-skies and @guilty-pleasures-abound for the great idea! I hope my writing suffices, it’s a lil angsty ;n;
Title- Hopes for the Hopeless
Pairing- Ford x reader, Backupsmore Ford x reader
Characters- Stanford Pines, You, Fiddleford McGucket, unnamed professors, unnamed students
Summary- You live in your own little world, full of fantasy and surprises. What happens when campus genius Ford Pines makes his way into your bubble?
Tags- Heartbreak, angst, sorry guys it’s sad, male!reader, though nothing’s specifically pointed to you being male, it’s fine, shy!reader, fluff, Ford x reader
Backupsmore University was a land of missed opportunities and disappointment. If you were gifted, it didn’t matter. You were in the deep, dark maw that was Backupsmore and there was almost nothing you could do about it once you were enrolled.
Almost.
If you partner up with the college’s 2+2 program, it got you out of there within two years with the credits necessary to take the next level of courses in your major somewhere else. It was a win-win for both the college and the students, for obvious reasons.
That’s why you were here. You double majored in Art and Creative Writing, which always seemed to bore more than half of the people who asked (most being family). You always assure them, however, that you are the best in class. After all, you were told so by the one and only brainiac on campus; Stanford Pines.
When you first met him, he struck you as a bright-eyed, wildly curious geek. Not to say that you weren’t a geek yourself-- the Tolkien books weighing down your book bag certainly proved that. But the way he challenged the professor at least once every class period struck you as both odd and fascinating. You had always wondered what it was like to be that enthusiastic and curious, like many were once.
So when Stanford had been urged to observe his classmates as per instruction (don’t just pursue yourself, compare yourself, Pines!), and had leaned in to glance at your work, you were surprised by how much interest he had taken into it. “This linework is impeccable, how did you manage to get that consistency with that pen?!” or “Your shading style compliments the negative space of the page very well!”
It was safe to say that after that, you were smitten with him.
Your desires to transfer to another school were slowly being abandoned with the hopes that he would notice you, poor ol’ you, in any way possible. You tried wearing something other than your jeans and sweatshirt for something a little catchier, but he didn’t seem to notice. You tried casually flirting with him, which turned into you just blabbering on and on about naked mole rats, which was awkward for the both of you. You even tried to read up on books that could potentially teach you how to ‘catch a man’, but anything like that was classified as cheesy romance novels that all the middle-aged professors and freshman girls were checking out from the library, so you were left in the dust. To simply daydream in your own little world, what it would be like to hold his wonderfully weird hands, to see him smile just for you, to lean in for a kiss at the same time and feel the affection radiating off of him…
“Y/N? Are you with me?” Your thoughts were interrupted by Ford, who was walking beside you up a short flight of stairs. You flushed red, and quickly reassured him that you, in fact, were. And totally not dozing off. Not at all.
The genius chuckled, “Well, I certainly hope not! I wouldn’t want you passing out, especially on the stairs! What an awful place to fall...” You nodded, your cheeks a pretty pink now. That’s right, you were going to Ford’s dorm. Not for anything scandalous! The two of you were studying for quite a while at your apartment just off campus. And seeing as though you didn’t want him to stress about his term paper that ‘still needed reworking’, you wanted to drive him back. You’ve been there, totally stressful…. Although you couldn’t help but wonder what may have happened if he decided to stay the night?
“Glad ya’ could join me, Ford, at…” A southern voice sounded from the darkness of the room, “... 1:47 in th’morinin’. Where’ve you been all darn night, huh?” “Certainly not at any jug-band concerts, I’ll have you know.” Ford responded hastily, turning to set up the table in the corner to continue his term paper.
You turned to Ford’s roommate, offering a small wave of hello. He perked up at the sight of a guest, and smiled fondly. “You’re Y/N I presume?” You’re cheeks went pink again, and asked the man how he knew you. He laughed, “Ford talks about ya’ sometimes! Y’seem like a real nice fella’, is all.” He reaches out a long-fingered hand for you to shake, “Fiddleford McGucket. Pleased t’meetcha!” You nod in agreement, a few moments later finding yourself looking around on Ford’s side of the dorm before quickly saying goodnight to the both of them and exiting.
You had become more embarrassed by yourself than you ever had before. You had imagined all sorts of both innocent and lewd situations with the brainiac and yourself there in his dorm… They were all so vivid that you could almost reach out and make them all reality.
You came to a logical conclusion.
You were gonna get a haircut.
It wasn’t all that intense, really. Before, your hair ended at about shoulder-length and was often unkempt, but now it widened out, exposing your ears and brushing your bangs off to the side ever so carefully. You looked in the mirror that afternoon and finally decided on what to do… You were going to tell him how you feel.
The following day, when 9:30 rolled around for Drawing and Painting class, you wore your best duds-- high waisted slacks with a button up shirt with two, no THREE, buttons undone from the top, and the sleeves rolled up to your elbows. All complete with sleek, dark shoes and a casual belt with a silver buckle, you felt like you could do anything you wanted! It had to go positive when you looked this good, right?
“I’m sorry… I’m afraid I don’t feel the same.”
You leaned away from Ford. What did he say?
“I… I don’t feel the same, Y/N.”
Shit, you said that out loud? Fuck. Why did this happen? Why does this always have to happen…
You always get your hopes up with a guy, don’t you? You always end up being disappointed by what you can’t have-- Correction, by what you’ve never even had in the first place. You really thought it could be possible to love someone, even after your last breakup? Stanford was different, but apparently not, according to the situation at hand. Fuck, how could you be so stupid?!
“Hey.. Hey, please don’t-- Don’t cry. I’m sorry, I really am! I’m not looking for a relationship right now… I thought you knew that, please don’t cry.”
You both stood there now, outside the classroom, 3 feet apart from where you were; your hand was on his arm, the other hand close to your chest. Now they were both clenched against each other, trying to find some way to escape your body as hot tears flew from your eyes like someone turned on a sprinkler.
You hadn’t even realized you were crying until he pointed it out to you, to which you turned away from his gaze and avoided it. You apologized, too, mostly on instinct, and promised that you’d never bother him again, quickly turning to leave.
Ford suddenly grabbed your arm after a single moment of hesitation, “Y/N, wait!” You turned to look at him-- your eyes beginning to puff up and turn a shade of pink, letting your tears drip down off your chin, you waited for him to say something (anything!) before shaking him off and running to your car.
After throwing yourself in the driver’s seat, you started up the engine, both hands clenched on the wheel. After holding in everything from the previous moment to the wheel, you finally let go. Wailing and weeping, similar to a child. However, you would think that would be associated with selfishness or with tantrum.
No, you cried like a child who’s dreams were crushed. Who’s hopes were burnt like the cheapest wood in the forest.
You wondered how long the heartbreak would last this time.
If you made it to here, I thank you! This certainly isn’t my first time writing but it was fun to do! Leave a comment or a like and I’d love to talk to anyone about our favorite boy!
#stanford pines#ford pines#ford x reader#male!reader#ford pines x male!reader#shy!reader#male!shy!reader#reader insert#ford gf#my fic#guilty-pleasures-abound#lantern-light-and-starry-skies#angst#fluff
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Starlight - Stanford Pines x Gender Neutral!Reader
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Word Count: 863. (One of these days, I’ll break 1k.)
Summary: You decide to visit the grave of your lost loved one.
Warnings: Angst, non-canon death, use of alcohol, cussing.
Author’s Note: Okay, the way that I pictured this is that somehow, during Weirdmaggedon, Ford was killed. I didn’t work out the kinks, because this is just a one shot, so please don’t get mad if it doesn’t all line up! I just got really inspired to write an angst filled Ford fic.
(Art by @sovonight - Please check out their art! It’s simply breathtaking!)
You gripped the roses in your left hand, the glass bottle in your right, stumbling drunkenly in the graveyard. The sky was rainy and overcast, obscuring the stars from view. Good. You couldn’t bear to look up at the lights in the sky. It reminded you too much of him.
God, he could go on for hours about the stars. Always with his gaze tilted up towards the bright night sky. Your head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Pointing out every last constellation, his six fingers intertwined with your five. Naming them, telling you their stories.
Cassiopeia, the vain and cruel queen. Her daughter, Andromeda, and Perseus, the hero who saved her from a terrible fate. Ursa Minor, the son who had been torn apart from his mother at his birth. Ursa Major, the mother who was transformed into a bear because of a goddess’ jealousy. Orion, the hunter and his dogs, Canis Major and Minor, forever in pursuit of the hare, Lepus.
You were soaked to the core, your clothing clinging to your body. Your vision was blurred and you were disoriented, but you didn’t mind. Your mind was numb as you took another large swig from the bottle. It burned like hell as it slid down your throat, and you coughed, wincing. Anything to forget.
“Ford!” you yelled, sitting upright quickly. Startled, he jumped a bit but sat up as well.
“What? What is it?” he asked frantically.
“Did you see that? It was a shooting star!” You said happily, “C’mon, you’ve got to make a wish!”
“(Y/N), you know actually stars don’t have anything to do shooting stars. Are you aware of this?” he asked, lying back down on the blanket.
Your cheeks flushed.
“Psh, yeah! Totally!” you muttered, laying your head down onto his torso. “But, uh, remind me. What are they then?”
He chuckled, and you felt it reverberate throughout his entire chest.
“Meteoroids. They’re falling into Earth’s atmosphere and burning up.”
“Oh.” You were quiet for a moment, but then spoke up. “Will you still make a wish with me?”
He smiled, intertwining his fingers with yours.
“Of course.” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You felt a lump forming in your throat and you cussed. No. No crying. He was gone. There was nothing you could do about it now. Your grip tightened on the roses and you felt small pinpricks of pain in your palm.
“Fuck.” you muttered, dropping the roses in the dirt.
Holding up your hand, you saw that the thorns on the roses had begun to dig into your palm. Small droplets of blood were beginning to form from the wound. You ignored the blood, picking up the flowers from the wet ground.
You were shaky as you approached the grave, and sat down on the soaked grass. You didn’t care that it was wet. You were already dripping with water. The cold wind didn’t help, as it began to chill you to the bone. Your body began shaking, your teeth chattering, but you ignored it.
You leaned on the gravestone, shaking and cold, and sighed.
“I miss it. Y’know? I miss all those stupid nights that we stayed up way too late with Dipper playing Dungeons, Dungeons, And More Dungeons. I miss watching the sun rise with you. I miss stargazing and cryptid hunting and swimming and exploring and laying in your arms, but God, most of all… Most of all, I miss you.” you muttered, staring at the ground.
You took the last large drink of your alcohol - which, to be honest, was a lot - and coughed.
“I miss you, Stanford. I miss your face. I miss your voice. I miss your laugh. I miss your smile.” you let out a rough laugh. “God, your stupid, dorky smile. Christ, I miss that smile. I miss your lips. Your eyes, your nose, even those stupid sideburns. I. Miss. You.” you whispered, and you felt the tears spring to your eyes.
You cussed, but swallowed hard, and the tears came spilling out. It was like a dam had broken. Everything flooded out, and within seconds, you were reduced to a sobbing, shaking, snotting mess.
“You… You bastard. Why’d you leave Stan? The twins? Why’d you leave me? All of us… We could’ve done it with you. We could’ve won together.” you said softly, your fingers tracing the letters on the headstone.
“But no. You, Stanford Filbrick Pines, had to save the world. Because… Because that’s what you always do. You save everyone. Everyone but yourself.” you choked, gripping the roses in your hand.
You could feel them digging into your skin once more, but you didn’t care. You wanted to feel it. To feel the pain. To just feel something. Anything.
Shakily, you got to your feet and dropped the bloodied roses onto the grave.
“I hope you’re happy, Ford, I really am.” you hissed, “Because we sure aren’t.”
You walked away, and with a pained sob, you dropped the glass bottle. Watching it shatter into a hundred pieces. Unable to be glued back together. Unable to be fixed, to be mended.
Just like your heart.
#gravity falls#stanford pines#angst#stanford pines x reader#gender neutral reader#ford pines#ford pines x reader
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