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cafeacademia · 3 years

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Belonging

Draco x Muggleborn!Reader

Summary: While you and Draco share a sweet friendship, you’re not sure he’ll ever feel the same way about as you do about him.

Warnings: Worry of unrequited love, lots of gentle soft fluff, Draco being a sweet boy.

Word count: Approx 3600

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NOTE: This fic works with any house except for Slytherin purely for the nature of the storyline

A/N: Hi loves! I took a little while to write this one, it’s kind of been in the works for several days because I just had some trouble getting some of the scenes in this right. I hope you enjoy some soft Draco 💖 Gif is my own

It was warm under his gaze, the soft smiles he would give you, the way he would look at you as if just being with you put the whole world right again and things in your presence were perfect.

His touch was even sweeter, the way his fingers brushed carefully against your cheek, his smile widening as he caught a glimpse of your shy smile, unable to hold his gaze as he shared a moment with you, because as much as you adored him, you could never admit it. And even if you did, would Draco Malfoy even want you, a muggle-born witch that did not share his house? As much as you wanted to believe that he might, you knew at the very least that his father would not accept you, not to mention the people who aligned themselves with him that Draco was around often and so you hid your feelings beneath your shy smiles and soft laughs, hoping you were not too obvious.

“What are you thinking about, love?” Draco asked as you shared a sweet moment together, standing on the bridge, overlooking the school grounds and the lake while you waited for your next class. Glancing over at him, your gaze was tender as you looked at him, his soft, slightly tousled ashen hair and light grey eyes, contrasted with his dark robes and the thick green and silver scarf that was draped over his shoulders. “Not a lot, I’m just enjoying it out here.” You lied, looking back towards the view ahead of you before Draco could catch you looking, but really he had already caught you and he couldn’t help the little smile that felt so uncontrollable after seeing that look in your eyes when you looked at him.

“What’s on your mind?” You turned the question back around on him, the Slytherin smiling to himself as he drew in a breath to speak. “How beautiful the view here is.” He replied, chancing a quick glance at you. Draco liked you. He knew he did and nearly from the moment he’d first seen you he had developed a liking for you, though he couldn’t quite tell if it was a crush or a soft spot he held for you. Either way, he adored your company and out of everyone else in the castle, you were the most accepting and the most calming person he had come across.

And had it not been for Professor Flitwick pairing you both together on a class project a few years prior, Draco never would have gotten to know you and he was always thankful for the bond the pair of you had formed over your years at Hogwarts together. Looking at you in the cold winter sunlight, Draco watched as the gentle rays of light cast a beautiful hue over you and as he admired you, he found himself deeply captivated, every bit of tension or stress that had bothered him earlier in the day seemed so far away now that he was with you.

But as the low, heavy ring of the clocktower bell broke the peace of your shared moment, Draco found himself wondering what it was that he really felt for you. “Come on, we’ve got potions.” You said softly, turning away from the beautiful view before Draco joined you in walking to class.

Despite the sweet moments the pair of you shared, the lingering looks and the soft, accidental touches that last only a second before you shyly pull away, you knew that even if you did tell Draco about how you felt, that he wouldn’t reciprocate those feelings back.

Walking into the potions classroom, you walked towards your usual spot with Draco stopping to talk to Blaise Zabini on his way in. “C’mon Draco, sit at the back with us.” Pansy Parkinson called him over with Daphne Greengrass sat with her, an empty chair between them and the ashen haired boy looked over in their direction, casting them both a stupid grin before he crossed the classroom to sit between the two girls. And that was the reason why you knew he wouldn’t feel the same way, because even if he held no prejudice towards you for being a muggle-born witch, he had at least two girls that surrounded Draco with every chance they had, both being very pretty and probably very likable and shared the same house with him.

And to be quite honest, part of the reason why you were sure he didn’t feel that way about you was because on several occasions you had seen Pansy cosy up to him, leaning against his side or standing rather close to him and in one instance, you had seen her kiss him on the cheek, though you seemed to remember at the time that he hadn’t looked best pleased about that.

It was halfway through a practical in your double potions class, having been partnered with Lavender Brown, who for the last half hour had been discussing all of the happenings around the Gryffindor common room with you, that you overheard Daphne Greengrass talking on the next table over from you. “You’re going to Hogsmeade this weekend, aren’t you Draco?” She asked as she weighed out a portion of Billywig wings to create the laughing potion Professor Snape had tasked you all with. “I was wondering if you’d go with me?” Daphne added.

During the pause that followed, you carefully put in three Knarl quills, one at a time and stirred quickly while Lavender held the recipe book and passed you things as she talked. “I don’t know. I did have other plans this weekend.” Draco said blankly and for a moment, his eyes sparing a quick glance at you, though all he could see was the look of sheer concentration on your features as you stared down at your potion. “Well I can join you, I’m not going to Hogsmeade this weekend.” Pansy cut in.

But before you could listen any further, Lavender grabbed your arm with enthusiasm. “The recipe says we have to giggle at it.” She told you brightly. “Giggle at it?” You asked and as if your question had been heard, the dungeon was quickly filled with the sound of Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter laughing together at their potion.

Saturday came around faster than you had expected and before you knew it, the trip to Hogsmeade commenced. Hermione, Harry and Ron were in high spirits as they stopped for butterbeer, Luna and Neville quickly joining them. You were stopped a few times, laughter filling the air as Fred and George messed around with flying sweets, George passing you some self inflating bubble gum, which according to the side of the packet, the bubble would get to at least three times the size of a normal bubble gum bubble.

Meandering in and out of the different shops and spending money on things that caught your eyes, you made your way out of the main part of the town and towards the edge of the treeline where it opened up into a clearing that overlooked the Shrieking Shack.

The recent snowfall had blanketed the whole town in several inches of snow, adding to the eerie, yet calm atmosphere that seemed to fall over the shack in the distance. “Mind some company?” His voice broke the silence and you looked back over your shoulder to see Draco standing at the edge of the trees at the end of the pathway that led to the lookout from the village. You smiled at him, perhaps more brightly than you had intended and while you tried your best not to give away how you really felt, Draco was starting to see it.

And as you invited him over, the Slytherin took slow steps towards you, each footfall followed by the soft crunch and creak of the snow beneath him until he was at your side, his eyes meeting yours. “I was looking everywhere for you.” Draco said softly, as if he didn’t want to disturb the gentle quiet that the snow had created. “You were?” You asked, a little bit taken aback by the idea that Draco had been seeking you out. “Of course, as much as I like spending time with the others,” He paused, looking down at you as he reached up to gently move some of your hair out of your face. “It isn’t like spending time with you.” His voice dropped to a soft whisper. Draco didn’t know how to even describe how you made him feel, but whenever he saw you, whenever he was at your side, Draco felt nothing but calmness and warmth and there was another feeling that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, that seemed to escape him.

His words made you break out into a little smile and Merlin, Draco thought you were the sweetest. He’d never known someone to be so shy and sweet in his presence, to be so accepting of him in every way and somehow it felt as if you didn’t quite know what it was you did to him, how you made him feel.

You wondered what made him seek your attention, rather than that of Pansy or Daphne, or any other girl for that matter, and as you wondered, it was as if Draco knew what you were thinking. “The other girls - Pansy is nice, she’s my friend but,” He sighed looking down at his hands for a moment as he gathered his words. “She can be very intense. And I suppose Daphne can be too.” “I like the way it makes me feel when I’m with you.” He added. Your eyes almost widened at that and you quickly looked up at him to see that Draco was smiling softly at you and your heart near melted. “How does that feel?” You asked quietly. He smiled, drawing in a breath to respond, eyes shifting into the distance as he thought about it for a moment.

How was he supposed to describe that fluttering he felt every time he so much as saw you? How was Draco meant to put into words the indescribable longing he had to be with you each day and how much he wished he could work out what it was that it meant? And then there was that heart fluttering feeling that Draco had never felt before but it warmed him like nothing ever had.

“Like I belong.” He finally replied in a dreamy tone, the Slytherin deep in thought as his eyes looking down from the horizon to catch your gaze and his smile widened, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek. You felt yourself warm, not just at his words but his touch too and your words escaped you, lips parted, wanting to say something, but a comfortable silence overtook you. Draco smiled sweetly at you, he didn’t expect a response and the flustered look of flattery on your features was more than enough to tell him how you felt.

“Draco!” His name was called from nearby and he muttered a mildly annoyed bugger under his breath. “I’ll see you later, won’t I?” He asked in a softer tone. “You always manage to find me.” You nodded, giving him a sweet smile, Draco giving you a bright, lopsided grin as he reached forwards and took your hand in both of his. “Meet with me later?” He asked softly, his thumbs gently rubbing the back of your hand. “In the owlery before dinner.” He added, eyes fixed on yours as he waited for an answer. “I’ll be there.” You nodded, giving him an almost uncontrollable smile and Draco’s grin widened at your answer before he leaned over to press a gentle kiss to your cheek.

And with confidence in his stride, Draco let go of your hand and backed away from you with that dreamy lopsided grin of his before he turned away and took a quick jog back towards the village, Blaise Zabini calling out for him again before he even reached the pathway.

It wasn’t long before the trip to Hogsmeade came to an end and you all made your way back home to the castle. Though, while everyone else was enthusiastically discussing everything they had bought and things they had seen, chatting among themselves and while Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood walked alongside you, talking about Hogsmeade, your mind wandered to Draco.

He had never asked you to meet him before, except for that one occurrence when you had been working on an assignment together, but this was different. There wasn’t a school related purpose and the way he had asked you had completely melted your heart and left you with your heart beating fast and cheeks that felt hot to the touch. The kiss on the cheek was rather what had caused that reaction though and for the remainder of the trip, you had worn a positively dreamy, uncontrollable smile.

The walk back to Hogwarts seemed to fly by and before you knew it, you were walking up the icy steps to the owlery. It was much colder as the sun hung low on the horizon, twilight drawing in as the last warm pink hues of light streaked across the few clouds that were in the sky.

You gripped the stone stairway tightly as you walked up the steps carefully, the ice making the steps particularly difficult to walk on. “Careful not to slip, love.” Draco seemingly came out of nowhere and you jumped when you’d heard his voice behind you, losing your footing on the icy steps, but Draco was quick to take hold of you and stop you from stumbling or falling.

“You won’t fall love, I’ve got you.” He smiled, stepping up to your side, the ashen haired boy chuckling softly at the look of mild embarrassment on your features. And to make it worse - or perhaps better, Draco had kept his hold on you and you realised just how close to each other you were. “Thank you.” You managed to get out in your flustered state, hoping it wasn’t too obvious that his touch seemed to make your heart skip a beat, but you had a feeling that at this point, there was very little point in hiding your liking for Draco, because you were pretty sure you had outed yourself at least more than once.

Taking your hand in his, Draco led you up the last few steps before you both reached the top of the stairs to find a beautiful view of the grounds. “I’d take you up to the top, but it’s a bit too icy.” Draco said, glancing over his shoulder at the entrance to the owlery. The door was shut, but you could still hear the owls hooting and chattering and moving about their roosts, the odd one here and there coming in to land and climbing into the tower by the little owl sized holes around the entire perimeter of the building.

Giggling, you cast your eyes down at your hands, yours fitting perfectly in his. “I don’t think going up is a good idea, I’d probably fall down the first step.” You joked, and while you said it in a playful manner, you knew you were more clumsy when you were around Draco, his presence always making you a little too flustered to fully concentrate on what you were doing. “I’d catch you if you did, sweetheart.” Draco replied, the name he used for you giving you butterflies while your heart fluttered in your chest and you wondered if he knew what he did to you.

“I’m sorry for asking you to come all the way out here, I would have asked you to meet me in the castle, but it’s hard to get a moment alone.” He told you, shifting a bit closer to your side. “It’s okay, the company and the view are certainly worth it.” You smiled, relaxing against him without realising at first, but as you leaned your head against his shoulder, you suddenly pulled away and looked away from him shyly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” You rushed your apology out, but Draco shook his head, smiling as he let go of your hand to put his arm around your shoulder and gently pull you back against his side. “You never need to apologise to me, darling.” Draco reassured you calmly. “Besides, I never said I didn’t like it, did I?” He asked in a teasing tone, making you smile. “I suppose not.” You giggled softly.

And as you relaxed against him, letting out a breath you hadn’t realised you had been holding in, you felt yourself melt into his side, your head resting on his shoulder again as you watched the last rays of sunlight disappear and the twilight grow into a cool deep blue hue.

A soft breeze rustled the trees, the gentle patter of snow began to fill the air as the clouds came back in, casting a deeper grey blue across the sky and you shivered, Draco smiling as he tugged you even closer to your side.

“You know, earlier when I told you how I feel around you,” Draco paused, his breath swirling up in the cold air as he let out a breath. “You really do make me feel like I belong.” He smiled, looking over at you as he gently squeezed you against his side. “But there’s something else too, like this overwhelming feeling of-.” Draco stopped himself, eyes meeting yours, though his grey eyes held an air of deep thought. “A feeling of what, Draco?” You asked quietly with an edge of intrigue to your tone.

What was it really? It was more than a sense of belonging. It was deeper than a good friendship. It was more than just knowing the other person. It was as if, despite your different personalities, you were just meant to be. Perhaps the butterflies and the fluttering in his chest and the way his heart skipped a beat whenever you smiled or giggled or even looked at him was more than just a little crush.

“Love.” It came out as a whisper and for once, you watched as a soft pink blush blossomed on Draco’s cheeks and for a moment you were sure you were daydreaming this all up in the silence between you, but the longer you held his warm gaze and Draco looked at you with nothing but love in his eyes, you knew it was very much real. “You love me?” You whispered, your smile almost uncontrollable, but your eyes told him you were in disbelief, because throughout the years of knowing one another and becoming as close as you had, you told yourself time and time again that there was no way Draco Malfoy would like you that way, let alone love you.

“I love you.” Draco told you, his voice sincere and his smile soft and warm. “I love you too.” You replied, a little blown away because in all of the years you had known the Slytherin boy, you hadn’t once thought anything like this would ever happen. And without sparing another moment, Draco pulled you into his arms, his hands coming up to gently cradle your head as he leaned in to kiss you. He was tender and sweet as his lips moved against yours, warm and loving and you quickly melted against him, your fingers slowly brushing over his chest and slipping beneath the lapels of his long black coat to rest against his warm jumper. Draco held you with one hand resting on your lower back, while he gently held your cheek with the other, his lips soft and warm against yours as he kissed you slowly.

The snow fell in a gentle flurry around you as Draco deepened the kiss, your hands moving up to meet at the back of his neck, pulling yourself even closer to him. You felt your heart flutter and it was impossible not to smile into the kiss.

As he parted from you, Draco looked down at you with warmth and love in his eyes. Looking back on all of the moments you had spent with Draco, even from the very beginning those years ago when you had been paired together on that class project, there had always been something between you. And between the longing looks and the lingering touches, the secret meetings and the times he’d sneak up on you while you walked alone to get a giggle out of you. All of those times he came to comfort you and rest his hand gently on your shoulder or gently wipe away your tears with his thumbs and embrace you when you needed someone the most. How had you not seen it? How had you not seen the unconditional nature of his love for you? And you supposed in some ways you had seen it, but you were too busy trying to hide your own adoration for Draco and trying not to run away with the idea of being in love with him that it just didn’t quite occur to you.

“Come on darling, let’s head back and warm up with dinner.” Draco smiled, holding his hand out for you to take. “And perhaps you can tell me what you want to do for our first date while we eat?” He added as you placed your hand in his and looked up at him with a bright smile. “That sounds lovely.” You replied. “Not as lovely as you.” Draco grinned, teasing you a little bit. “How romantic of you.” You giggled, shaking your head as he started to walk you down the steps. “Only for you, my sweet girl.” Draco said with sincerity, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to your cheek.

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my-unmanageable-mischief · 3 years

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Arranged Marriage Part 1

For the Anon who requested : Hey! Can I request something where Draco's parents arrange a marriage for him, and at first he's pissed, but then he meets her and she's pretty and his type and he winds up really enjoying her? Thank you so much!!

Part 2, Part 3

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Draco slammed the door to his bedroom, he was seething. He’d just gotten home from Hogwarts for Christmas holiday when he was bombarded by his mother, who was in the middle of planning their Christmas ball. However, she had other news as well. He was, against his wishes, engaged. He was absolutely livid with his parents, he hadn’t even been consulted. Not to mention the fact that he was only in his sixth year. He was sixteen years old for Merlin’s sake! And on top of it all, he still had his duties to carry out this year, he didn’t need more stress. And that’s all girls were; stress.

Apparently he would be meeting her, and they’d be announcing their engagement at the ball this year, he kicked his desk chair out of frustration and it skidded across the room, toppling over.

“Fuck me,” He muttered to himself, thinking about the few details his mother had given him. Her name was Y/N L/N, a fellow 6th year at Hogwarts in Ravenclaw. Her father worked for the Dark Lord as well, along with his own parents. Pure-blooded and pretty according to his mother. Any girl his mother thought was pretty was probably a troll. He cursed again and tossed himself onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. He tried to rack his brain, thinking of her name, and going through the 6th year Ravenclaw girls he could remember, seeing if he could match a face to the name.

“Y/N,” He spoke and the name sounded foreign on his lips. He could vaguely remember a girl in his potions class that went by that name with Y/Color/Hair. She wasn’t a troll but she wasn’t anything special either. A quiet bird who mostly kept to herself and sat towards the front of the classroom, typical Ravenclaw he scoffed to himself. This was ridiculous. Marriage! What next? Babies?! He hadn’t even graduated yet!

He wound up falling asleep on his bed, above the covers and shoes still on. His nap was plagued with visions of frilly white dresses and senseless dancing. When he woke up it was dark, and his family’s house elf had left him a dinner plate on his nightstand, but he wasn’t hungry. How could he eat at a time like this?

The week passed by agonizingly slow, and he spent most of his time being forced to help get the manor ready for their ball. His mother took him to Diagon Alley to purchase new dress robes. They were nice, black with all black accents. He looked at himself in his bedroom mirror, listening to the music and chatter from below. He was supposed to be downstairs an hour ago but he couldn’t bring himself to leave his room. He looked handsome, he knew, his pale skin and white hair popping elegantly with the all black ensemble. Yet he didn’t want to go downstairs where he knew his new fiance was waiting for him.

His house elf popped into his room and he looked away from the mirror with a glare.

“Missus said it’s time Mister Malfoy made his way downstairs. Guests are waiting.” Draco turned on his heel and walked towards the door taking a deep breath. He wasn’t nervous, Draco Malfoy did not get nervous. He was pissed and put out, still thinking this entire thing was ridiculous. He walked down the grand staircase, seeing his mother at the base, glaring at him.

“You’re late.”

“Sorry, mother.” She nodded her head in response and attempted to fix his collar but he jerked away from her, doing it himself. Suddenly the french doors leading from the ballroom to the foyer swung open and a girl stormed through like a winter storm. She was wearing a brilliant emerald green dress that hugged her curves and went down to the floor, there was some light beading on the bodice but nothing over the top. Her Y/C/H was up in a fancy array of braids and her Y/C/Eyes were red and slightly swollen.

“I’m not getting MARRIED! Are you daft!” She cried, the man following her looked just like her, same eyes, same hair, much different demeanor.

“Watch your tongue!” He bit out, grabbing her wrist and yanking her towards him with a snarl, “Is that any way to talk to your father?” He looked over at Narcissa and Draco and smirked slightly down at his daughter, “Is that any way to speak in front of your future husband?” Her head snapped around to look where he was looking and she openly glared at him. She was pretty, Y/height, and Draco found himself smirking at the display.

“My sincerest apologies,” She gritted out between clenched teeth, “Malfoy,”

“Call me Draco,” He responded easily. Her father released her and she gripped her wrist with her other hand, holding it to her chest. She stood awkwardly between her father and the two present Malfoys. Narcissa cleared her throat and smiled, greeting the man by his first name.

“Why don’t we rejoin the party, I’d love to speak with your wife about wedding arrangements, and Lucius has some business to discuss with you.” He knew his mother wanted to let them be alone, and while he didn’t particularly want to marry the girl, maybe he could score a sneaky snog out of this. The man nodded curtly and took Narcissa’s arm as they went back through the doors, shutting them behind them. The girl continued to just stand there, glaring in Draco’s general direction.

“Did he just tell you?” He asked, trying to start a conversation. You winced slightly and nodded your head.

“Yes. He didn't think I’d come if I knew. He was right.” Draco laughed and you mustered up a half smile.

“My mother told me when I got home for Christmas.”

“Good for you.” you muttered, looking down. When you looked back up again your face was blank, “I don't want to marry you.” You stated bluntly. He sized you up, mildly surprised by your brashness.

“Listen princess, I don’t exactly want to marry you either, but your father seems pretty deadset.”

“And your parents aren’t?” You questioned, raising a delicate eyebrow at him, arms crossing over your chest. He shrugged.

“They are, I assume. Or they wouldn’t be going through all this trouble. We haven’t really talked about it, I’ve just been told the gist. We-” He gestured between the two of you, “Are to be married, don’t know when, don’t know why.”

“Probably at Voldemort’s request.” You replied and he flinched slightly.

“Don’t say his name.” You smirked.

“Why? Afraid he might come swooping in at any moment?” Draco didn’t want to comment on the amount of times the dark lord had been in his house, and he definitely didn’t want to admit that yes, that was his first thought.

“Call him by his title, the dark lord.”

“Are you a death eater?” You asked, curiously. He shook his head no, unconsciously glancing down at his arm where his soon to be mark would reside.

“Not yet.” You nodded then shook your head.

“Better you than I, I’d never be.” You spat the words out. Merlin, who did his parents want him to marry?

“Well you’ll be married to one.” You shrugged.

“Or maybe I’ll just run away.” You mused aloud, glancing around the foyer, eyes lingering on the door. He looked towards the large front door with you and laughed.

“Run away? With what money? Where would you even go?”

“Paris.” You answered easily, “I’ll make money. I’d be fine.”

“They’d hunt you down, Y/N,” He spoke your name for the first time to you and it felt odd coming from his lips, but not bad. You simply shrugged again.

“It would be worth it,” You whispered. They stood in silence for a few more moments. He wanted to say something but he had no idea what he wanted to say. Again, the french doors opened and Lucius stood in the doorway.

“Draco. Come.” He ordered and he felt his feet moving towards his father on their own accord. He stopped next to you, glancing down. “Bring her. This ball is for you. I will not have you two insulting your mother by spending the entirety of it in the corridor. You will dance, eat, and socialize. That’s an order.”

“Yes father.” And with a swish of his cloak the man was gone again, back into the bustling crowd of pure-blooded wizards and their children. Draco offered his arm to you and you took it with a small sigh.

“He’s charming.” He shushed you, not wanting his father to overhear you. Together you entered the ballroom, Draco leading you towards the bar area.

“Can I get you a drink?” He asked and you nodded with a soft hum, “What do you want,”

“I’ll have a Witch’s Heart.” You spoke, keeping your arm linked with his but making sure there was as much distance between your bodies as you could manage. Did you dislike him that much? He ordered your cocktail and a Firewhiskey on the rocks for himself, thanking the bartender when he handed the drinks over. Draco led you over to a table of familiar faces and pulled your chair out for you before sitting beside you, both hands wrapped around his glass.

“Alright, Malfoy?” Blaise Zabini greeted, clasping the man on the back raising his glass towards him and then you, it was obvious he had already had a few. “Congratulations to the happy couple.” Draco laughed, knocking his glass against the other boy’s.

“Thank you, thank you.” He responded, placing his arm loosely around the back of your chair, you leaned away from him slightly and he frowned, shrugging. Pansy Parkinson glared at you openly and venomously from across the table.

“Y/N, right?” She asked, you nodded your head.

“Hello Pansy.” Her glare deepened. She said nothing more to you, crossing her arms over her dress. It was a similar color to yours, Draco noted, not surprised Pansy had opted for a Slytherin green dress. As much as he was proud of his house, sometimes she had too much house pride. It did surprise him however, that you were wearing the color. He had a feeling your parents had something to do with it. Draco and Blaise talked, Pansy occasionally saything something snippy here and there.

“Draco,” She batted her eyelashes at him from across the table, leaning over so her cleavage popped. Slag, you thought to yourself.

“Yes?”

“Care to dance?” Draco looked at you, and you gave a small shrug. You didn’t care what he did. He wasn’t your husband, and would never be if you got your way, which you were beginning to doubt you would.

“No.” He answered simply. Her face fell and you couldn’t help but smirk, she turned her eyes to you and glared darkly.

“Don’t think you’ve got him, Y/N.” She spat.

“Pardon?” You asked bored.

“He’ll never love you, hell, he’ll never even like you.” She hissed and Draco frowned, about to step in when you laughed loudly.

“Doesn’t matter if he does or doesn’t, love. I’m marrying him, not you.” Pansy was livid. She stood up, hand twitching.

“Hag!” She cried.

“Oh Pans,” You replied, falsely sweet, “Don’t talk down on yourself like that, you’re barely even a hag.” Draco thought she might punch you, Blaise laughed, slapping a hand against Draco’s back.

“Feisty! I love it, you’re lucky mate, you should meet the boring bird my parents want me to marry.” Blaise glanced past Draco and sent you a wink, “Unless you care to switch.”

“I’m alright.” Draco smiled slightly, “Go cool down Parkinson.” Pansy was bright red with anger, she looked at Draco, then to you, then to Draco again, her face softening. She turned with a huff and stalked off to go Merlin knows where.

“She’s a delight,” You commented. Blaise laughed again, standing up.

“Can I get you lot another round?”

“Sure,” You smiled, handing him your glass, Draco followed suit. Once they were alone again Draco turned to you, smiling slightly.

“Sorry about her,” You shrugged and shook your head.

“It’s alright, I’ve dealt with worse, I deal with my mother daily.”

“You don’t get on with your parents?” He questioned and she raised her eyebrows.

“Do you?”

“Enough.”

“I don’t, not much. Probably why they’re trying to shove me off on your family.” He chuckled and nodded, arm still around the back of your chair. He was quiet for a moment, making eye contact with someone from across the room. You followed his gaze and saw his father glaring at the two of you, ah, yes. Your new darling father-in-law. Draco withdrew his arm and offered you his hand.

“Care to dance?” He asked, watching as you sighed and frowned before nodding your head.

“Alright, but I have two left feet as a warning.” He chuckled again and nodded his head.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you.” You felt something in your stomach flutter when he looked at you like that and spoke so tenderly, and Draco honestly couldn’t believe the words had come out of his mouth. He watched as you gathered your dress and took his hand allowing him to lead you out to the dance floor. He placed a hand on your waist and took your hand in his other one, and you snaked your free arm around his neck, keeping a comfortable distance. You began to sway to the music, Draco leading you in the traditional dance the rest of the crowd was partaking in.

“How’s your school year going?” He asked suddenly, needing to break the silence.

“Alright I suppose. Can’t believe they’ve got us preparing for NEWTs already.” Draco nodded with a small laugh.

“Don’t worry too much about it, it’s not like it matters.”

“It’s my future,” You replied confused. Draco nodded his head towards the large grand room around them.

“This is your future. You won’t have to work a day in your pretty little life.”

“And if I want to?” You asked him and he faltered slightly. Wasn’t it every woman's dream to be rich enough to sit on her arse all day?

“What would you do?” He asked, genuinely curious as to what could be better.

“I want to be a healer,” You admitted, stepping on his foot, “Sorry, told you, can’t dance.” He adjusted your position and pulled you slightly closer so he could better lead you in the dance, these shoes were expensive.

“Noble.” He commented. You shrugged.

“I’m good at it, and I like it.” You stated simply and he didn’t press the topic. If you wanted to be a healer, he wasn’t going to argue. At least until you had children. Children!? He shook the thought from his head, Merlin, he didn’t even want to meet you a few hours ago and now he was entertaining the thought of having children with you? He must be mad. Or ill. Mad and ill. The song came to an end and he released you, taking your hand again.

“Shall we find our parents? I’m sure they’d like to see us getting along.” He decided.

“Are we?” You asked him, “Getting along?”

“I’d think so, you haven’t hexed me yet.” You chuckled and he found he liked the sound of your laugh.

“The night is young.” He held your hand as you walked towards your parents who were chatting with several other wizards. You passed Pansy as you went and you couldn’t help but to throw her a smug look, knowing she had been watching you two dance. You might not be thrilled to be marrying the bloke, but you couldn’t deny he was handsome, and you seemed to be getting along, at least for now. And if you could rub it into the snotty little girls face, you would. For fun. She glared in return and you chuckled, causing Draco to look at you, then to the direction of Pansy, smirking himself and tugging you slightly closer to him.

“Jealous?” He asked and you snorted.

“You wish,” As you got closer to your parents you took a deep steadying breath, the hand in Draco’s becoming clammy. He squeezed the hand, noticing your sudden nervousness. Together you would face your parents, he decided, he would make sure you were safe. Afterall, that’s what a husband is for.

#Harry Potter #draco Malfoy #draco Malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x ravenclaw!reader #draco malfoy arranged marriage #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy imagine

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rextasywrites · 2 years

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Eternity and the blink of an eye - Jill Valentine x Chris Redfield

Mia’s words echoed through Chris’ mind as his thoughts took a down spiral. He wasn’t a hero. He was a washed up 40-something wannabe superman who couldn’t save the one man he had sworn to protect. There was nothing he could do right! Nothing. Everytime Chris tried to do the right thing, someone had to suffer and die.

Jill finds out that Chris isn't doing well after the events of RE Village. She comes to visit him and old feelings and trauma break out

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Survivor Guilt, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Mental Health Issues

The first time Chris had to deal with survivor’s guilt, it was straight after the Spencer Mansion incident. He couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t eat. All he saw were the faces of the dead S.T.A.R members, giving their lives so Chris could try to get out of this haunted house. All the blood, the gore, things that kept him awake at night.

Over the years, Chris became better at dealing with these situations. As he drowned another shot of whiskey, he thought that ‘hey, he made it out alive, and the dead people would want him to enjoy his life and not waste it!’. Too bad his way of enjoying life boiled down to hunting B.O.W., coming home for just enough time to deal with his growing PTSD before being sent out to fuck knows where he’d have to kill more.

But after everything that happened in Romania…

Jill caught wind of the operation, of the whole Mother Miranda affair only after Chris had left. Trying to piece together what was going on turned out to be harder than she expected, but she couldn’t leave her best friend hanging like this! And judging by the files she had read in his office, it was a surprise that Chris was still able to leave the house without breaking down. Time was passing fast, and Jill booked the next plane ticket to Romania despite her doctor telling her not to leave the country. Ah fuck it, she had enough meds to last her a month, what’s the worst thing that could happen?

“You are a hero, Chris.”

As the voices and faces haunted his thoughts and dreams, Chris tried everything to push them away. Drinking alcohol until the world became a blurry mess and he would wake up on the floor of his home. On other days he’d work out until he reached pure exhaustion. Working ways past his limits until he was vomiting his guts out and falling asleep by the toilet. At least he got super jacked like this. ‘No pain, no gain’, as they said, and Chris had to chuckle as he spit the toothpaste into the sink, trying to get rid of the acid taste in his mouth.

But the voices wouldn’t stop.

The journey to Chris took Jill over a day. Arriving in Bucharest, she used some old techniques Enrico had taught her so many years ago. Cracking a car was easier than she remembered! The address of the place Chris stayed at had been printed on files in his office, and Jill had taken a sneaky picture as she typed the info into her phone, and off to the mountains of Romania she was. The silent journey was accompanied by the radio, filling the car with songs she had never heard before. A stop at a deserted gas station brought her closer to the local cuisine and how far she could get with English only.

The snow was slowly melting along the road, waking up the flora from its winter sleep. Little patches of green poked through the snow, making sure everyone knew the seasons would change soon. Don’t ask me why the seasons change, it’s always been that way and it will always be, Jill thought, just how some things always stay the same - like war.

Hours passed and the journey did not want to end. The closer Jill came to Chris’ destination, the further he seemed away. Would he even remember her after all this time? They did stay in touch, yes, but Chris had been a busy bee while Jill had to focus on herself first. The rehab and therapy after a certain incident took years, injuries cracking back open, both physical and mental wounds. And the wounds she couldn’t tend with gauze and rubbing alcohol turned out to be the worst ones.

Finally.

The small home Chris seemed to reside in was...unspectacular. From the outside it seemed like a family was living there, with some childrens’ toys by the wall, kept away from the snow. The path to the road was shovelled free and a car was parked there too. Jill parked ‘her’ car close by and walked the rest of the way to this strange place. Has Chris a family here? What happened in all those years? But there was never a family mentioned?

Jill took a deep breath as she rang on the doorbell. Fear and anxiety were words not worthy of the feelings she was experiencing at this very moment. The goosebumps all over her body weren’t caused by the cold, and her stomach jumped around in her belly. Oh no, it was pure terror of what’s about to happen in the next few seconds.

But nothing happened.

Jill rang one more time. And another time. And again. But nothing and no one moved in the house.

With a frown so big it could be seen from space, Jill decided to make her way around the house, maybe she could catch a glimpse of what was going on. The garden surrounding the house was untouched, only a few tracks left behind from animals littered the otherwise perfect surface. That one was from a deer, the other one from a rabbit. But the other ones? Jill couldn’t identify them, so she focused back on her goal - finding Chris.

One window let her see right into the kitchen and a tiny bit into the living room too. Jill didn’t know a lot, she often joked, and loved being a bit of a silly duck sometimes. But if there was something she knew for sure then the arm she spotted on the kitchen table was Chris’ arm, and this giant goofball had fallen asleep by the table! What an idiot, Jill laughed, and this very image made memories flood back into her brain, an eight car pile up on memory lane.

“Come on, one more drink ain’t gonna kill you!”, Barry laughed as he raised his half empty beer glass. The S.T.A.R.s team had decided to go out for drinks after their final training for the week had been completed. Rebecca was already sleeping in her seat, a handful of drinks had knocked out the youngest member of the team who was now peacefully drooling onto herself in her drunken sleep. Richard and Brad babbled about their girlfriends and how much they loved them, showing each other the pictures they kept with themselves in their wallets.

“Hey Albert”, Chris gave the head of the team a drunken grin before drowning another mouthful of his beer, a gesture which made Wesker roll his eyes heavily at Chris. “I bet you can’t drink your whole bottle in under a minute...I bet you 50 dollars.”, he smirked as he reached into his pocket, waving the green banknote under Wesker’s nose. Earning another eye roll from his boss, Wesker obviously grabbed his bottle to show this green-nosed rookie what he was made out of!

“Drink drink drink!”, the other members of S.T.A.R had caught up on Chris’ idea, hyping up their leader as he chugged down the whole bottle he had with him - and it was not a small one! By the time Wesker was done, small coughs from all the liquids inside of him escaped him - but he did it! Under a minute!

“You know what, Albert? I can do this too! Watch me…”

And the hangover both Wesker and Chris had to nurse the day after was the worst one in their lives.

Over the years, Jill had let her hair grow out. She liked the blonde more than she previously anticipated, and decided to keep it the way it was. This caused her to stack up on hair ties and bobby pins, not knowing if they’d ever come in handy. But this was another thing she was taught a long time ago - how to crack a door open with a bobby pin. Upon confirming that Chris was the person in the house, Jill found another door in where no one could see her entering - the door from the balcony. She grabbed a pin from her hair, inserting it into the lock of the balcony door. A few twists...a little bit of wiggling… and the door jumped open, much to Jill’s delight.

A few cracks along the way and Jill stood inside of the small house. It was warm, and from the kitchen came a comforting smell of homemade food, making her stomach growl dangerously loud. Jill patted her stomach with a chuckle before moving towards the sleeping Chris. With her new POV she was sure that it was him, and not to spook him too much, she sat on the other side of the table, gently tapping on it. “Earth to Chris, Earth to Chris, you here?”, she asked gently.

At first, Chris didn’t move an inch. Only more aggressive knocks from Jill made him stir in his sleep, opening his eyes with a groan. The sunlight caught him by surprise so he had to rub his eyes before he could even take in what was happening or who was with him in the room. “What the fuck…”, Chris muttered, but then his eyes fell on Jill.

Over the years, Jill had changed so much. Not a lot was left from the 20-something girl going into the Spencer Mansion so many years ago. The wrinkles, the permanent limp she couldn’t get rid of even with therapy so she sometimes had to use a cane, the scars on her body and heart, Jill was able to trace them all back to the beginning. And in Chris’ eyes, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. But the fact that she was sitting in front of him now wasn’t getting into his brain, thinking she might have been another one of his hallucinations, caused by the many men and women he had failed over the years. But had he failed Jill?

“Hey Chris.”, and all Jill could do was smile.

Jill listened to every word Chris told her. Days, weeks, months, years, they all melted together in one big clusterfuck as Chris told his story. How they found out about the Baker house, how he found Ethan, how he swore to protect him and Mia, and in this same breath Rose too. “She is like a daughter to me too, you know?”, Chris sighed as he grabbed his wallet from his jacket, showing Jill a few pictures of little Rose in there. But there was something that caught Jill’s attention…

“Didn’t you say she was born in 2020? How can she be a toddler already?”, Jill frowned and Chris put the pictures away again. “While we do not know exactly how the viruses act together, they cause her to age rapidly, just like Eveline. For now we have an antidote for her which makes her age two years every single year instead of more. But she won’t age as quickly as Eveline, who went from child to elder in three years without her medicine. We are trying our best to make her life normal but it will never be.”

“Where have I heard that before?”, Jill chuckled. During her long recovery, Chris visited her nearly every day, and he had promised Jill over and over that he’d try to get her back to normal, despite her being another orgy of various viruses and injuries. Chris was always there to pick her up, even from her darkest places, and now it was her time to shine for him.

“And now?”, Jill asked, her eyes focused on the starry night sky, making her feel so small and yet so big. The S.T.A.Rs team had just finished their last training session for the day and had the evening off. Chris and Jill, the lovebirds of the group, decided to head for a walk which ended on top of a small hill with Jill sitting between Chris’ legs. The night was warm and filled with the sounds of various insects trying to find a mate, another sounds coming from deep inside the forest.

“What do you mean?”, Chris looked down to his girlfriend, the sparkling inside of his eyes rivaling the stars in the sky. “Our lives. We are soon done with training. What do you think is going to happen?”, Jill replied, obviously hinting at their future and what could be the outcome of their time together.

Chris laughed at her question, a soft laugh, just how soft he felt towards the woman in his arms, “Oh, you have questions! Who knows! Maybe we’ll die tomorrow! Maybe we’ll be superheroes like Superman or Batman in a few years! Maybe we’ll rot in the same retirement together! Nobody knows!”, and for this answer, Jill lightly slapped Chris’ thigh, which in return made him chuckle even more.

“Don’t laugh at me! I am worried! And I wanna stay with you forever!”

“Oh Jill, I can’t think of anything I’d want more than to stay with you forever.”

And now, more than 20 years later, they were back together. It felt like both an eternity and the blink of an eye to them. All the pain was forgotten, all the scars were undone. Chris carried Jill upstairs into his room, the pain from her legs and driving for so long had become unimaginable. He tucked her in, giving her some of his own painkillers, then settling next to her. For a moment, Chris believed he was 22 again with no fear of life and always a quick joke on his lips. How life changed, how the world changed. But for once, Chris felt at peace with his actions and his choices. He couldn’t undo the past, only try to work on a better future for the people he loves.

Waking up without a hangover had become a rare event in Chris’ life. Instead, he was used to the pounding in his head, the dry mouth from snoring all night long, the upset stomach he’d nurse with some bread and butter. Waking up with someone in his arms hadn’t happened since Chris last had Jill with him. In the meanwhile, all the years spent away from someone who felt like home... Nothing felt right in these moments, nothing there to fill the void inside of his heart. But the blonde hair on his chest felt so right, felt so normal, the familiar feeling bubbling up in his chest. As if nothing had ever happened, as if the world wasn’t out there to get him. A Groundhog Day made worth by his love for Jill.

#Chris Redfield #Jill Valentine #ValenField #resident evil

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yourdeepestfathoms · 3 years

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Can we have a scenario where Alcina brings the girls up to the Beneviento estate to spend springtime with Donna and Angie?

It had been a hectic few days.

The trip had been planned for quite some time, all the way back in the middle of winter, when Alcina approached her during one of the routinely meetings saying that her daughters wanted to visit her. Donna remembered the thrill that had rushed throughout her, and it was only her black shawl that kept her sister from seeing her eyes sparkle like a child’s on Christmas morning.

“They’ve been expressing wanting to see you for awhile,” Alcina had said. “And who am I to say to them? If you’re okay with them coming over, of course. I understand if you don’t want to. They can be a bit...much.”

But before Alcina could even finish the whole sentence, Donna was already shaking her head.

“You’ll allow them over?”

A vigorous nod.

Alcina smiled. “Wonderful. They’ll be ecstatic.”

Unfortunately, the meeting had to be postponed until the warmer months, as Alcina didn’t want her daughters going out when the snow was still fresh, but the minute the mountains thawed of their ice and spring swung into full bloom, Donna quickly found herself counting the days until House Beneviento was finally filled by her nieces.

When the day eventually came, it was even more of a dream than she had been expecting.

Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela were absolute angels. Flesh-eating, razor-toothed angels, but angels nonetheless. Angie had leapt straight out of her arms to go and greet them when the horse-drawn carriage pulled up to the front gates, wiggling right through the gothic black bars and sprinting over before the giant horses could even come to a complete stop. She was just as excited as Donna was.

“They’re basically my nieces, too, you know,” Angie had said an hour before the arrival of the bug-spawn. “Aunt Angie! That’s me!”

The girls adored her. Cassandra and Daniela bonded well with Angie’s mischievous energy, while Bela was always fascinated with how alive she was. Angie thoroughly enjoyed all the attention.

“Remember, if they get cold, run them a hot bath and wrap them up in as many blankets as you can find,” Alcina rattled off to Donna while her daughters and Angie were roughhousing in the courtyard. “But if they get too hot, let them have a lukewarm bath. Not a cold one! Cold baths are a huge negative. Oh, and no decaying flesh! They have class and it upsets their stomachs. Also they’re very cuddly, so—”

Donna gently touched her sister’s arm and smiled up at her warmly, silently assuring her that it would be alright.

Alcina released a breath, then nodded. “My apologies. I just get worried. Maternal instincts. Being a mother has made me soft.”

Donna laughed softly, then squeezed Alcina’s arm.

After goodbyes were said and the carriage departed with a billowing of dust and cracking of hooves, Donna was left with her beloved nieces.

“Let’s go play Chicken by the cliffs!!” Angie yelled. “Don’t tell your mom!”

The first night the girls’ were over, Donna did a routinely sweep throughout each of their rooms, making sure they were all comfortable, and she found tears of joy welling up in her eyes as she did so. She couldn’t remember the last time her house had ever been filled like it was now. Suddenly, the cold hallways were warmed, which shouldn’t have been possible because her nieces couldn’t produce body heat, and yet she felt so cozy when she was with them, so secure and wanted.

Her nieces wanted her.

The next few days were characterized by games, laughter, and many stories. She learned so much about her beautiful nieces, like how Daniela loved cheesy romance books and Cassandra fully believed she could fight an army of chickens in hand-to-hand combat and win (she gave her a presentation on it) and Bela knew how to tie a really sturdy noose. Donna had double taked on that last one. Bela smiled at her innocently.

There were other things she learned, too, things she didn’t even know the girls could do. The first time she saw Daniela vomit on her food and watched it melt had her completely bewildered. Or when she saw that Bela’s blood had a green pigmentation on it, she was starstruck in awe. Or when she heard the PURRING—

Alcina never said anything about purring. And yet, when the girls snuggled up to her one evening and they began to make the distinct rumbling sound, she just about blacked out from pure joy and adorableness. And to think she thought they couldn’t have gotten any cuter...

But there was more. Darker things, this time.

Her nieces had issues, as everyone did. And one night, these issues really came to life, and she had to step up to be the comforting maternal figure in Alcina’s stead.

Donna had always been a light sleeper. She believed she had the house to thank for that. When you lived in a mansion as quiet as her own, you tended to pick up on the little sounds, like a creak in the floorboards or a thump in a room all the way on the other side of the house. Or, in this case, a whimper.

She sat up instantly. Angie did the same, and they both exchanged looks before getting out of bed and going to investigate.

“What do you think it is?” Angie asked in a whisper.

Donna shrugged.

She checked the closest room first: Cassandra was inside, muttering and growling in her sleep. She kept snapping her teeth at the air, twitching her claws like she was trying to fend off some unseen enemy, and Donna quickly realized she was sleep-fighting. She seemed to be winning, too. Nothing about her form exuded distress, so Donna left her to her dream battle and went to the next room.

Inside, Daniela had somehow managed to kick off all of her blankets and was now curled in the upper corner, most likely very cold. Donna hurriedly swaddled her back in the covers, adding an extra quilt just to be safe, and Daniela purred softly in her sleep in contentment at the warmth. Donna smiled lovingly at her before creeping out.

One sister left.

In her room, Bela was twitching in her bed, much like Cassandra, but her face was scrunched up and she was breathing harshly. She was having a nightmare.

Donna metaphorically rolled up her sleeves. It was time to be the world’s best aunt.

Creeping over to the bed, Donna extended a hand and stroked Bela’s forehead. The skin beneath her fingers was damp, she noticed. She didn’t think the girls could sweat, so it must have been some kind of substitute liquid secreted in times of great stress. And Bela was definitely stressed.

Bela kept jerking and whimpering, locked securely in whatever horrors her mind was playing for her. There were tear marks on her cheeks, and Donna gently thumbed them away.

Bowing her head low, Donna murmured soothing words in Bela’s ear, hoping she would hear her. She read somewhere that outside effects can sometimes get into dreams. She hoped that was the case here.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t going to be able to find out because Angie decided to step in and did so by jumping directly on Bela’s stomach.

Bela awoke with a gasp, which quickly turned into a wheeze, as she seemed to have been winded by Angie’s “help.” She pawed around the bedsheets, eyes wide and rolling in her skull. Donna gently touched her shoulder, and she jerked to her in panic.

“M-Mama?” Bela croaked. She sounded so scared, so young; it broke Donna’s heart.

Donna shook her head.

“A-Aunt Donna?”

She nodded.

“Aunt Donna,” Bela whimpered, keeling over into her chest, crying.

Instantly, Donna wrapped the weeping girl in her arms. She slid into the bed fully, holding Bela against her warmth, hoping that she would be able to replicate what Alcina did well enough to comfort her.

And it worked, it seemed, because Bela began to slowly calm down, especially when she started stroking her head and whispering to her again.

“It’s alright now,” she murmured huskily. “You’re alright, little moth. Your aunt’s got you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Yep. She was definitely the best aunt ever.

#ask #got a little carried away lol #donna is the bestest aunt #b*ladonna shippers if you even look at this i will kick you to death with my hooves #im pulling a beetlejuice musical and making that a tag now to deter the incest shippers #donna beneviento #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #dimitrescu daughters #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil fanfic

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sinner-as-saint · 4 years

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Afterglow - 3.

Mob!Seb x Surrogate!Reader.

Part 3 of the Afterglow series.

Run-through: The mob boss had everything one can ever want from life; power, money, fame. He was well respected and had people almost worshipping the ground he walked on. And yet, each day he came home to an empty, cold house; no warmth, no love around him. And each day, he tried changing that. Until one day he finally figured out how to; and he met you along the path. Having found each other, nothing in both your lives is ever the same again.

Themes throughout the series: mob!seb, surrogacy, fluff, smut, slight angst

a/n: This is it! We’ve reached the final part of Afterglow. Thank you to everyone who stayed till now. This story is special to me, and I’m so glad to see that you guys liked it as well! Thank you so much, I love you more than anything!!

After that first night together, the following months were pure bliss.

Sure, some days were rough and others were terrible but for the most part; life was just better than it ever was for both of you, now that you were together.

You and Sebastian talked things out and worked on his possessiveness regarding you and the baby. He promised to calm down and let you be on your own whenever you wanted to. And he was indeed, improving. He wouldn’t call you as much when you were out with your friends, and he would even give you alone time in the house when you asked for it.

During one of your appointments to the doctor, they confirmed that you were indeed having a baby girl and you and Sebastian couldn’t be happier.

Yours and Sebastian’s relationship morphed into something much more solid as well. And then Sebastian felt like there was one more thing he needed to do to solidify what you had.

One day, while you were returning back home from a day out with some of your friends, you saw the cars of both yours and Sebastian’s lawyers coming out of the gates and you rushed inside to ask Seb all about it.

You liked how his entire face lit up each time he saw you after not having been around you for quite a while.

“There you are, babe!” he left whatever paperwork he was handling and rushed to hug you. “I missed you.” he mumbled and leaned in to kiss your lips.

You giggled and kissed him back before pulling away to look up at him. “I missed you too. But what were the lawyers doing here?”

He held your hand and led you inside and into your bedroom.

“I talked to our lawyers, regarding the contract. I want to terminate it, and you don’t have to work with the agency anymore.” He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead. “I don’t have to share you with anyone, you’re all mine.”

You agreed and hugged him back. Given your bump was bigger now, it always got in the way of your hugs. And you always looked down and smiled, because no matter how close Sebastian tried to get to you, he never could.

He groaned and looked down. “She’s starting to get between us.” He pouted and you leaned in to kiss him.

A few days later, after a couple of signatures and more paperwork and calls, the contract was terminated and Sebastian was the happiest he’s ever been. Because he never told you, but ever since the day you argued and when, in the fit of anger, you told him that you were here only because of the legal contract, those words had been tormenting him. And he needed the contract to be gone as soon as possible.

After the last phone call with the lawyers, he beamed as he walked into your bedroom; where he found you curled up on a couch, reading in the sun room. Winter was coming, and there was not so much sunlight anymore but the scenery of the yard was to die for.

“Congratulations babe, you’re not my surrogate anymore!” he smiled big and lingered around, not walking up to you yet because he wanted to memorize the sight of you like this – pregnant and glowing.

You giggled. And placed your book down when he finally walked over to you and leaned down to kiss your bump and then your lips.

“Well what am I now?” you asked as he made himself comfortable on the couch as well.

“Just my pregnant girlfriend.”

Your relationship with Sebastian was comfortable, like it was meant to be. And you liked the domestic side of it more than anything.

“Babe, what color do you want the nursery?” Sebastian asked, the day he decided that you two should probably start on the nursery.

“Not pink please. Anything but pink.” You said, refusing to put your daughter in a stereotypical pink nursery.

Sebastian nodded. “Purple?”

“No.”

“Green then?”

“No.”

“How about yellow? Yellow’s nice, no?”

“No.”

He sighed, and placed the magazines down; in which he was looking for inspiration. “Come on babe, the guys will be here tomorrow. We need to decide on a color scheme. The furniture have to match.”

You giggled at him and caressed your bump gently. You had been doing that too much lately.

“What?” he asked, sounding stressed out.

“Nothing, it’s just funny to see you all stressed out over paint and nursery and furniture.” You laughed and he playfully rolled his eyes at you.

“Okay seriously, what color?”

“Beige.” You answered. Sebastian gave you a funny look for a couple of seconds, but he agreed right after.

Some days were not the best. You felt terrible, and very emotional and just miserable. But with Sebastian’s help, you always got through it. His face was what kept you going.

On days when you’d just curl up in bed, refusing to get up and do anything; he’d be right there with you. Always making sure you ate, and were hydrated enough, and would always give you back rubs and spoon you whenever you wanted him close.

All his affection made you tear up sometimes.

“Why are you crying? What’s wrong babe, should I call the doctor?” he’d always panic each time he’d see tears in your eyes.

You sniffled and wiped your tears away, and looked up at him with teary eyes. “I’m okay. Don’t worry. It’s just… I don’t think I deserve someone so caring and loving as you sometimes. I’ve been alone all my life, and now all of a sudden… I don’t know.”

He smiled and hugged you closer, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“Hey, I’ve been alone too baby. But we have each other now, and that’s what matters. You’re all I have, so you’re gonna have to deal with all the love and affection, I don’t care.” He said and it made you laugh a little.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

It wasn’t doubts about your relationship, or your feelings for each other. But there were days where neither you nor Sebastian could help but let the insecurities in.

Especially him, given his job.

You found him in the living room one night, it was late and he was just sat there in the dimly lit room, on the couch – lost in his thoughts.

You walked over to him and ran your fingers through his hair, making him look up at you. He smiled faintly when he saw you in his sweater.

“Hey babe, did I wake you up?” he asked, circling an arm around you and kissing your bump.

You looked down and smiled.

“No. What’s wrong?” you asked softly, grabbing the nearby pillow and sitting down on the couch as well, right beside him.

Sebastian turned to face you, then reached out to lace your fingers with his.

“What’s wrong Seb?” you asked again, seeing there was something different about him. He seemed scared almost, or maybe just overthinking and worried about something.

“Are you ever scared?” he asked, and you had an idea of what he might be talking about, but you weren’t entirely sure.

“Of what?” you questioned, squeezing his hand just a little bit.

He shrugged.

“Of everything. Of living here with me. Just, being with me in general. Are you scared of what I do?” he sounded like he was on the edge of a cliff and your answer would determine whether he’d fall or remain safe on land.

“Of course not, I trust you with everything in me. We both do.” you placed a hand on your bump. “I’m safe with you. We both feel safe with you around.” You reached out to cup his face. “I’m not scared of what you do.” you spoke slowly, making sure he listens and understand.

He nodded, leaning in to kiss your forehead. He was silent still.

“Why would you ask me that me that, Seb?” you asked again, gently pulling his face away from you so you look into his eyes.

“I– I don’t know.” he sighed, giving you soft eyes. The kind that makes you want to pull his closer and shower him with a thousand kisses. “I promise you babe, I will protect you with my life.” He said, looking deep into your eyes.

You smiled and leaned in for a kiss.

“Always so dramatic.” You mumbled against his lips and he chuckled. His mood lightened up instantly the moment your lips touched his.

He meant what he said.

Sebastian personally loved the stage where you were at with the pregnancy. You were due in January. And it was only a couple of months away, and he loved watching you walk around with your bump. Mainly because you always called for him; needing his help with the most simple and little things – shoelaces, or reaching shelves, or picking things up when they fell on the floor.

He liked being needed.

He also liked seeing you in the kitchen. You had developed a love for baking recently, and he was your very own taste tester. And he loved it. Mainly because while you were in the kitchen, you wore nothing but oversized shirts and his sweaters – because the smell of his cologne calmed you down.

He came home one day, after a meeting and found you in the kitchen. He smiled and took in your appearance from afar for a little bit before he walked over and wrapped his arms around you from behind.

He showered you with kisses and then noticed that you were much more quiet than usual. He could sense the shift in your mood.

“Bad day, babe?” he asked, ready to let you be if you asked him to.

You shook your head and kept on kneading the dough you were working on. He figured you were making a pie. “No, I was having a great day actually. Then my parents called.”

Sebastian was a little surprised and a little worried. You had told him that you hadn’t spoken to your parents for over a year now.

“Why did they call?” he asked, taking a seat at the island.

“They were worried about who’s gonna take care of the family business after them because, I don’t have any siblings. And then I told them, I can’t come home right now because I’m pregnant, but...”

Sebastian could read between the lines.

“But you’re thinking about going home afterwards?” he questioned, already not liking the sound of it. “Babe, you can’t leave me.” He sounded so vulnerable when he spoke. Like he was afraid that the one thing he loved the most was about to get snatched from him.

You turned around quickly. “I’m not leaving you.” You gave him a reassuring smile. “But Seb, after the baby I can’t just be at home and do nothing all the time. I was thinking, I could work from here as much as I could and maybe once in a while I could fly home and keep the business going, you know? I know I took off and ran from it basically, but I don’t wanna be a terrible daughter and let my parents down at this age.”

That didn’t sound so bad to him.

“Okay. Alright we can do that, under one condition. That whenever you travel, we’re coming with you.” he said, and suddenly the idea of you and your little family travelling together was so exciting. The thought of getting to show your daughter where you grew up and where you spent your childhood sounded incredible.

“Sounds good to me.”

As time went on, you realized you began wanting Sebastian around more than usual. Just the smell of his cologne was extremely comforting. But you did realize that he had other stuff to take care of; work and meetings, and God knows what else the mob boss did.

So while he wasn’t around, or while he was upstairs or out for meetings, you’d make do with his sweaters which smelled like him. It calmed both you and the baby down.

One time, he told you he had some paperwork to take care of and that he’d be back down to you a little later than usual. You understood, but your baby didn’t. And she wouldn’t let you sleep either so you slowly, carefully walked up the stairs and found Sebastian in his study; drowning in paperwork.

You knock on his door and waited for him to notice you. And when he did, he looked surprised.

“Babe! What did I say about stairs?” he playfully chided.

You walked into his study and rolled your eyes at him. “Oh please. I’m just pregnant, not sick. Pregnant women can do stairs Seb, chill.”

He watched you as you walked over to him and he wrapped his arms around you and pushed his face against your bump.

“Not letting you sleep, again?” he asked, referring to how the baby troubled you at times.

You shook your head. “No.”

Sebastian stood up and pushed you against the edge of the table. “Can I help?” he spoke in that teasing tone of his and you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

You pressed your lips to his. He smiled into the kiss and slowly grabbed you by the waist and carefully walked you to the nearby couch and laid you down. He pulled away to let you breath for a bit before leaning in to kiss you again.

He rapidly took off the oversized sweater you were wearing and his lips were on your skin once again. You felt his lips kissing each and every inch of your skin; your collar bones, your cleavage, your rib cage, your core where his tongue teased you; making you moan and whine in pleasure.

“So beautiful.” he whispered against your skin, and lifted his mouth off you, lowered his pants and quickly lined himself right at your entrance.

You moaned out loud when you felt his tip teasing your entrance. You moaned, unable to bear the teasing due to the sensitivity. You felt like your head was spinning already, and he was barely in you yet.

He kept brushing his tip against your heat. Rubbing his thick cock from your clit to your entrance, and over and over again with his pulsating length – driving you crazy with pleasure.

You giggled when he leaned down to kiss your neck and slipped his length into your entrance and he groaned at how warm and perfect you felt.

He slipped in and out of you perfectly, gently, allowing you to feel all of him. His hands roamed your body and he made sure to touch you everywhere he could, kiss you everywhere he could as he fucked you slowly.

Your nails sank into his skin as you felt a pressure forming around your lower region. Sebastian quickened his pace and pushed deeper than before into you; making you cry out.

Your legs trembled as you wrapped them around his waist. The new position was much more pleasurable for the two of you; the tip of his cock touched your most sensitive spots and your back arched off the couch – your chest pressing against his.

“Fuck…” his voice cracked as he groaned right against your cheek, his warm breath hitting your skin and sending chills down your spine.

You felt your walls clench around him, and tightening around his thick member; making him swear out loud. Sebastian lost it at the feeling of your warmth wrapped around him so perfectly; he kept mumbling how much he loves you right in your ear while he laced your fingers together and slow fucked you.

He didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, he kept rocking into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out his name as you came – hard. He panted and groaned at how good you felt and wished for this moment to last forever.

Your body trembled under him as you came; gushing out around his cock while he came right after you as well. His moans muffled as he bit down on your shoulder while he came, hard. You always made it hard for him to last for too long anyway.

“You okay, doll?” he asked, worry all over his face as he looked down at you; his cock still buried deep in you. He was always worried after sex, scared that he might have hurt you in some way.

You nodded; caressing his face and focused on calming down your breathing while your heartbeats rang in your ear. His blue eyes made you feel safe.

“I’m okay.” You reassured him.

And he smiled and leaned in to kiss your forehead. Then proceeded to give you a hundred more kisses and made you giggle uncontrollably.

“You wanna sleep upstairs today?” he asked, pulling away to look at you, waiting for your answer.

You smiled and nodded, already feeling too lazy to walk down the stairs again.

Sebastian had been obsessed with making love to you lately. Even if it was just going down on you to wake you up in the morning, or to put you to sleep at night. Or randomly deciding to join you in the shower and help you out and taking his time and caressing your body and kissing every inch of your skin.

He’d just be horny all the time.

He walked into your bedroom one evening, and saw that you were in the bathroom; sat on the edge of the large bathtub waiting for it to fill up.

And needless to say, he ended up joining you for the bath.

“Isn’t your bath much better with me in it?” he asked, caressing your bump and sneakily slipping his hand in between your legs.

You sighed, your back leaning against his torso and you giggled when you felt him toying with your clit and slipping his fingers easily past your entrance, gently stroking your core.

“Are you ever not horny?” you asked, gasping at how easily he could turn you on. You wouldn’t lie, you’ve been craving him more recently as well. You always wanted him snug, deep inside you as well.

Sebastian laughed and pushed his face into the crook of your neck and nibbled on your skin while he made you whine and cum around his fingers in no time.

Between doctor’s appointments, getting the nursery ready and endless shopping, you didn’t realize how close Christmas had gotten. And Sebastian was very excited that he gets to spend Christmas with you this year. And that next year, it’ll be with his complete, little family.

He was so excited to have a tree this year that he went and got it himself; the biggest, tallest one he could find.

“I feel like I haven’t celebrated Christmas in decades.” He said, when you two were finally done decorating the entire living room and the tree.

You chuckled. “Me too.”

He turned to look at you, and you were looking down at your bump. The light from the fireplace made your skin glow even more than usual and Sebastian was completely and utterly enamored.

He reached out and touched your cheek lightly, his knuckles caressing your skin. “Thank you babe.”

You finally turned to look at him. “What for?”

He smiled and leaned in for a kiss. “For making my life complete.”

You two didn’t have much planned, so Christmas morning was pretty chill, other than the fact that Sebastian bought you way too many gifts and even more oversized sweaters and socks. You two just spent the whole day together, talking about everything in general and arranging and rearranging the nursery constantly until it was perfect.

You and Sebastian spent a lot of time debating over baby names as well.

As your due date got closer and closer, Sebastian began getting more and more nervous. Much more than you at times.

You could visibly see how stressed out he was, and you’d have to reassure him each time that everything will be okay and he doesn’t have to worry.

And he believed you.

Until the big day itself.

It seemed like a blur to you. A painful blur. Your water broke, and Sebastian rushed you to the hospital and you were immediately admitted.

And you were in labor for quite a lot of hours before you finally gave birth. And Sebastian was there with you, through it all. He didn’t move from beside you even once. Even held your hand while you had intense contractions.

He hated seeing you in pain, but there was no other way to do this.

And you both shed tears of joy when you saw your daughter for the first time, as she drew her first breath.

After giving birth, you needed your rest and Sebastian held your baby while you took a little nap. He silently cried again while you were asleep, wondering how in the world did he get so lucky to have two amazing, beautiful girls in his life.

Coming home with your baby for the first time was a little messy and hectic. Both your routines had changed. You were both very much sleep deprived but you thanked God for Sebastian, and how patient and calm he was with both of you.

He was always the one who would run around and get you what you need. He had a team of people do everything in the house, from cleaning to cooking to assist you in any way. He pampered you a lot.

Between getting used to having a third little person in the house, and running on very little sleep, and falling deeper in love with one another; you didn’t realize how quickly the first few months passed by.

Your baby girl soon turned 3 months old and life sure was bumpy at times, but it was beautiful.

“Is it too soon to ask?” Sebastian asked you one night, while the two of you were in each other’s arms, on the couch in the nursery, just watching the baby sleep.

“Ask what?” you asked back, whispering and leaning into Sebastian’s touch.

“Another baby?” he sounded hopeful.

And you smiled and looked up at him. “I’ve always wanted a big family, you know?”

Sebastian smiled and kissed the top of your head.

“I have as well.”

You two wanted to wait for at least two more years before trying to have another baby, but you ended up giving birth just a year and a half after your daughter was born. And this time you had twins; a boy and a girl.

Then according to Sebastian, you two needed to have another baby to even things out. So you gave birth another year and a half later, again. It was a little boy this time.

Having that many kids was hard to manage at first, but you and Sebastian only got better and better with each passing day. Some days were more stressful than others, but each day was filled with love.

And the first few years went by in a blur.

-Three years later-

You joined Sebastian on the balcony upstairs, as he looked down at the front yard; where your kids were making the most of some last few minutes of play time for the day before coming in for dinner and movie night.

The sun had set already, the afterglow of sunset lingered in the sky. And it was beautiful, yet he believed there was nothing else in this world which he would find as beautiful and perfect as the family around him.

“Are they growing up too fast, or is it just me?” you asked, wrapping your arms around him from behind and giving him a kiss on the back of his neck.

He smiled at the sound of your voice and placed his hand on yours. “They are.” He replied.

You smiled as well, looking down at your kids; running around and chasing one another. Some fell down on the grass and counted on their sibling to help them up. The twins were, at this point, the main trouble makers. Your youngest son was an exact replica of his father, just much more gentle and soft spoken. Your eldest daughter was the leader of the little gang, a little more mischievous than everyone else but also the kindest of them all.

“It’s crazy how some time back I had no idea that I would have a big family in just some years.” You still couldn’t believe it sometimes, all the gifts and happiness life sent your way.

Sebastian chuckled and pulled you forward and wrapped his arms around you. “I knew.” He boasted, all proud of himself.

You giggled. “Really?”

“Yup. Right from the moment I met you. I knew I wanted a big family with you.” he answered and kissed the top of your head.

You stayed like that for quite a while, until the sky began getting really dark and you looked up at your husband and he understood the look and what it meant perfectly.

“You go deal with dinner and set up the table while I help the little monsters shower?” he got it just right.

You nodded. “I love you so much, Seb.”

“I love you more. But just this lifetime isn’t gonna be enough for all the love I have to give you.” he said, pulling you closer and preventing you from walking back inside.

You smiled at him. “Well then, better find me in the next as well.” You say as you pull away and finally start to walk back inside.

He chuckled, looking into your eyes and silently thanking the universe for helping him find his way to you in this life. “I will find you, babe. I promise.”

Fin.

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✦ to be so lonely - Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

one shot inspired by the harry styles’s song ‘to be so lonely’

summary: draco makes bad decisions that alienate what he loves the most

warnings: it’s pure angst so yeah

word count: 2,640

Don't blame me for fallin'

I was just a little boy

it was a freezing winter night when draco realized that he was in love with y/n. it was extremely cold when he saw her go through the door of the manor with her reddish nose and an elegant coat covering her green dress. her parents in front of her receiving his parents with a handshake. they already knew what was going next, but neither draco nor y/n were involved yet, they only accompanied their parents in the meetings; they were almost always left outside the room, together in the kitchen having a cup of hot tea and sharing chats that kept draco awake that night and maybe the next.

Don't blame the drunk caller

Wasn't ready for it all

it was an autumn tinged with warm tones, when y/n realized that she was in love with draco. she saw him pick up a book from the library while she accommodated the ones she had recently used and felt her heart jump. they knew little of what lay ahead, only accompanying their parents as it would be dangerous to be left alone at home and unable to use magical protection because of their age. so y/n visited malfoy manor or draco visited the y/l mansion very often. when it was the blond’s turn to leave his home, they always went up to the roof to look at the stars that left her stunned.

You can't blame me, darling

Not even a little bit

I was away

And I'm just an arrogant son of a bitch

Who can't admit when he's sorry

everyone knew of their friendship but no one dared to ask how it had begun. they knew the answer would be something like: ‘our parents are death eaters, what did you expect? ', so they just kept their doubt behind their backs and watched their movements together. which were not many, but enough to bring to light their friendship.

Don't call me "baby" again

You got your reasons

was the week after that icy night, when draco put his head on y/n’s lap as they read in the private library of her mansion and said,

"I think I’m in love with you" amidst the entrancing silence, in which only the passing of the leaves and their breaths were the only noises. after three years of friendship, draco was confessing his feelings that, a week ago, had really been recognized by the youngest malfoy. at that very moment y/n leaned her lips gently on those of draco who was looking at her from her lap. silently sealing a promise that would not last long, but that she believed it would.

I know you mean it

But don't call me "baby" again

their first kiss was seven weeks before september first, seven weeks spent between kisses and hugs in the library, the kitchen and some other room.

seven weeks filled with cups of tea and stargazing.

seven weeks in which draco’s hands did not seem to leave those of y/n; not even when they ate around the other minions of who-must-not-be-named, which was when he intertwined their hands under the table.

seven weeks, which both enjoyed each other’s presence deeply and did not pass a day when they did not remember each other how much they enjoyed the other's company.

It's hard for me to go home

Be so lonely

but it was a week before september first when draco, was personally requested by the dark lord to entrust him with what would be a life-or-death task, which they did not believe to y/n able to perform.

and they were right, she couldn’t murder someone even though the dark mark had been impregnated in her arm since she was twelve; unlike draco that got his that week before school. he didn’t say anything. not even when his girlfriend approached to kiss him goodbye and meet again on platform 9 ¾ just a few hours before the return to hogwarts.

draco was terrified, more terrified than he had ever been in his life, but he said nothing.

that night apart was the first in a long time, a night that for the lack of company and what was ahead for them, he did not rest a minute. his head hovering in the fact that the ray of light, also called y/n, was almost involved in such a situation. he did not know that she had been involved for much longer than that vacation and that the mark had been placed on y/n’s arm, by that time, she was still an infant. y/n had lied, she said that she had obtained it just a few months ago.

"but it doesn’t hurt?, I heard that the first few months are fatal" her boyfriend stared at her, moving his eyes between hers and her arm. y/n wanted to say yes, that her first few months were horrible but she didn’t want to frighten him and tell him that a 12-year-old girl used to scream out of pain every night when she went to sleep. she was afraid he’d walk away, judge her.

"I put on a lot of moisturizer to keep it from burning, so it doesn’t hurt so much" she wasn’t lying, but those lotions had long expired after she had used them. he gently kissed her arm wishing with all his might that, when he opened his eyes, the dark mark would have disappeared from y/n’s arm.

I just hope you see me

In a little better light

it was only a few hours before their re-admission to hogwarts when he refused the kiss that y/n went to give him when she saw him standing at the train station, alone with his suitcase.

she thought he was waiting for her but he wasn’t.

their reunion had been idealized in y/n’s head that night, in which draco had not been able to sleep, but she had. she had managed to fall in a deep sleep, being draco the last thing her brain thought consciously. she imagined that their reunion would be like those muggle romantic books she read hidden in the library of her house. something romantic and happy that people around would see as a movie scene.

but it was not so, he did not look her in the eyes. not even when they were already inside the train and y/n took a seat beside him in some padded seats.

not even when he mentioned that he would stay a few more minutes on the train, giving permission to her, blaise and pansy to get off without him.

not even when y/n looked at him indignantly when she saw potter come into the great hall with a bloody nose, knowing exactly what he had done.

not even when she said good night with a kiss on his cheek before she left for her bedroom.

he looked at her for the first time when, surrounded by his minions. draco was having lunch without paying attention to the people around him. y/n had returned from the care of magical creatures class, when she saw him almost without expression, putting a piece of bread in his mouth.

"hi, baby" y/n spoke softly as she sat in front of the mysterious blond. the word 'baby' caught the attention of his friends who shut up with the intention of meddling in the conversation.

"don’t call me that" her boyfriend spoke looking into her eyes. his eyes full of cold, transmitting seriousness and stress; very different from those she had enjoyed throughout the older days.

"draco, what's going on?" crabbe, goyle, zabini and millicent watched the situation on their sides. y/n thanked merlin internally, that pansy was not in the situation because otherwise her mockery would be endless.

"why the fuck do you care?" his hands trembled slightly on the table, but these immediately became fists when he saw the look of y/n on them.

"why the fuck do I care? draco, you’re my boyfriend, of course I care" suddenly the laughter began to flood the, formerly silent, table. including draco who laughed out loud. a laughter that caused y/n’s body to begin to feel more and more weak.

"your boyfriend?!" replied the blonde keeping his arrogant smile "you’re crazy, really. what do they feed you at home? poison?"

he knew perfectly well how he was hurting her.

he knew perfectly well how he was crushing her heart into thousands of pieces.

he knew she had always had a bad time in her own home, and yet it was the first thing he came up with to bother her.

when he finished his second sentence, even millicent’s laughter bounced into y/n’s ears, she was supposed to be her friend.

why endure more humiliation? y/n decided to leave the great hall as fast as she could and run to the bathroom where everyone would go to cry. it wasn’t the first time myrtle saw her come in with tears in her eyes, and she already knew how the girl didn't like to be invaded with questions as soon as she arrived, so the ghost held back.

Do you think it's easy

her knees were covering her chin as her eyes kept shedding tears and her mouth noisy sobs. everything had been a farce that she had swallowed as if it were a sip of warm milk.

he had used her completely so he wouldn’t be alone on those scary holidays.

sitting on the floor of the damp bath her thoughts wandered in the beautiful memories she believed had been real and sentimental to both of them.

she was not wrong. draco had to leave the great hall within minutes of her departure because his body was about to collapse, he felt that the panic attack he had not yet had that day, was about to blossom. so he ran straight into the prefects' bathroom, without avoiding shedding a few tears as he hurried over there.

the only person who had never left his side was now heartbroken because of him. he had a reputation to maintain and a girl to keep safe, so pretending to hate her was the best option.

but his regret came faster than he thought. he never would have thought it would hurt so much to see her after that noon, where, indirectly, it was all over.

his body trembled every time he saw her sitting alone on the other end of the table. he had caused her to be left completely alone; she had devoted her entire attention and friendship so many years to him, that she had never developed such a deep friendship with anyone else, so she was now alone.

Being of the jealous kind?

'Cause I miss the shape of your lips

she remained alone until the day draco saw her enter the great hall accompanied.

it had been a month since those hateful words had come out of his mouth and he was getting worse, thinner and sadder every day. not only was he sad because he had to kill dumbledore in less than a month and a half, but he missed her. he missed her so much that, especially during the night, that nostalgia became present as physical pain that twisted him in his bed.

the night he saw her walk with neville by her side, smiling like she used to do with him, he definitely didn’t sleep. it was an image that would not be removed from his head; to see her eat with a little of her characteristic light back. he wept inconsolably at the fact that he had stolen and shattered that joy and it was someone else who was giving it back to her.

that night, thoughts consumed him like a lit candle. he was wondering if all that stuff he missed about her, now she was sharing them with someone else. He wondered if longbottom now owned her lips and her soft morning voice, if she kissed his cheek as he came out of the shower as she did with him, or if she had already learned how many spoonfuls of sugar he drank with his tea, as she had done with him.

Your wit

It's just a trick

thanks to luna and neville, y/n had come out of her misery faster than she thought.

but it still hurt; because everything made her remember, even the starry nights hurt her internally to the point of crying for hours.

that’s why she avoided him as much as possible, she had begun to sit at the ravenclaw or gryffindor’s table since she had no one to sit with at her own house table.

"he’s looking this way," neville whispered, beside her as he ate "it’s scary"

"I don’t want to be here neville, can you eat a little faster please?"

in the months that passed, draco had not even tried to approach her. he was not brave enough. so when the day he was supposed to kill the headmaster came, y/n couldn’t get near the astronomy tower. she could not be near when such an atrocity was to be carried out. for what she waited uneasy at the entrance to the castle, she was betraying her recent friends and the entire institution, but she had a choice.

when bellatrix’s arrogant laughter began to approach, y/n knew that it was the time when they had to escaped from hogwarts without an early return date.

when draco arrived at the place where she was standing, his only desire was to take her in his arms as he used to and run away with her where no one could find them. he saw her weak and worried and he just wanted to kiss the wrinkles on her forehead and make them disappear. he wanted to tell her that he couldn’t kill dumbledore, because her face had gotten in his brain; the memory of her by his side and how her presence used to make everything disappear.

but before he could get close, all the death eaters started dragging them out of the castle. in spite of potter’s screams that chased them, they continued to run into the forbidden forest, together.

it would be a lie to say that when they entered the malfoy manor their fears calmed down, because the terror did not leave them alone even for two seconds. their bodies and minds were still in complete shock. their parents sent them to clean themselves as soon as they saw the two teens arrive, so y/n started to go to the guest bathroom that was almost hers, but her ex-boyfriend’s body stopped her in front of the door.

"y/n all I ask is that you listen to me" his voice was pleading and he dragged his syllables, almost as if he had been torn from a good dream and he would not fall asleep again.

"I’m sorry but...no" she tried to pass, because tears threatened to leave her eyes, but draco’s body did not leave her.

"nothing was true!"

"of course nothing was true! you lied to my face for months, made me believe you loved me!" the tears that had accumulated in her eyes now ran down her face without stopping, and to her surprise draco’s face was even more submerged in tears. "for years, draco, years. I gave you everything! my friendship and then my deep and devoted love! I gave you everything and you left me alone, without even explaining!"

she was right, he had lost her because of his idiotic decisions that, in the end, made no sense. his body had weakened so much that y/n was able to move his body out of the front of the door to get into the room as fast as she could.

And this is it, so I'm sorry

#draco malfoy #draco x y/n #draco x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy fanfiction #imagine #one shots #harry potter #harry styles #to be so lonely #fanfic #fanfiction #hogwarts #death eaters #voldemort #dark mark

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frightfurtabby · 3 years

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HimiKiyo Week 2021: Day 1- Creeping Darkness

//HimiKiyo Week 2021 is finally here! Took a little bit tonight to finalize edits and come up with a title. Look forward to more each day for the next week~

I’m proud, this is one of my longest singlechapter fics ever if not the longest

Links to other Platforms:

Amino: https://aminoapps.com/c/danganronpa/page/blog/himikiyo-week-2021-day-1/5B58_R2MsVulaQEnXkXVBzYlGjd3mXnP3Z

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34119466

The seaside village Himiko moved out to was more out of the way than the usual cities and suburbs. Apparently, her mentor couldn’t come. It was going to be a pain being out in that little house all alone. Who knows, maybe he’d sent another student of his the same kind of message?

To her disappointment there wasn’t anyone else, still not a single other apprentice known to her. She decided that after not doing anything yesterday but unpacking and eating and sleeping she would go over to the shrine marked on the local map. If nothing else she could pray for good luck before really getting down to working.

The course of this assignment and her whole life changed the moment she saw that strange figure at the offerings box while nobody else was around. They wore a long green kimono with beautiful dark hair almost matching that outfit in length. They looked to be glowing ethereally, with pale white skin akin to a porcelain doll.

Their hand was in the offerings box. At first she assumed they must be giving their own prayers and as such stayed back so as to not intrude. She noticed then that the figure was taking something *out* of the offerings box and that’s when she wondered if they were a thief.

“Fret not, these offerings are for me, dear human.” a voice came to her, seeming at first separate from the figure still several feet ahead. Someone addressing a person as “human” and saying it was their offering… She’d never seen a kami before, but that was the sole explanation that made everything make sense about them.

“Then you’re a kami?” she asked, quirking her eyebrow.

“That I am, I am called Shinguji. This family name refers to residing here, at the True Temple. My given name Korekiyo means just and pure”

“I-it’s a beautiful…” The mage was torn in half between the word ‘name’ and the word ‘place.’ The brook not far behind the pair was babbling audibly and birds were chirping. The water went past the trees and out to the river, which fed it almost directly into the ocean.

Even if something wicked this way was coming there was nothing yet to taint the natural beauty. She wasn’t sure if it would even be able to with a keeper this pretty.

“A beautiful what?” The spirit gently prodded her with the question. They had noticed her biting her lip in uncertainty.

“Name, your name is pretty. Uhh, and I’m…” she was too flustered to easily find any of the necessary words.

“You are Yumeno Himiko.”

“So you knew that already?” It was not that surprising in hindsight, but in that moment she was caught off guard, focusing on trying not to be so tense in their presence like she had been up to that point. She worried she was giving off the wrong message.

“I intuited it, but I don’t blame you for being surprised. Most humans think of us Kami as mythology, but I’ve known these old figures, and dealt with many creatures as my neighbors in my centuries of life.”

“In that case then are you able to intuit why I’m here?” The mage tried hard not to sound too much like a schoolgirl talking to her popular crush.

“I could. It would be easier if you told me. Whatever it is, you seem particularly stressed out by it.” They tilted their head slightly, a very human gesture, and it was clear they were reading deeper. Either humans had gotten it from the ancient gods or vice-versa. One of those things nobody would ever be able to remember the origin of.

It was better to answer the question than get too off track wondering about that.

“Well, my master who is a magician told me there was something that was going to go wrong here. He gave me the mission to stop it.”

It was Kiyo’s turn to be concerned.

“Well, I have been given whispers that a nasty yokai is approaching this land. It comes from the far north and wishes to sap power for itself. Very few claiming to be survivors of this have shown up, and we’re all so isolated these days...”

That was a bad sign.

“Is it because of us?” If her master had worried so much about it then there was no doubt in her mind that this thing would be going after humans if it hadn’t already started.

“Not all of you, but some who are greedy have broken many natural connections and scattered the so-called mythical creatures and spirits away. In a way it’s beautiful, the circle of life even. Although, it is believed perhaps negative energy has attracted this beast from its home and onto its rampaging path.”

A realization hit her. In her research she found that even things that you would not expect to have a soul or a consciousness did at least have the same kind of natural energy as things that did. So objects and anything/everything else with a soul would be susceptible to producing negative energy.

“So it's a cycle of things feeding into it.”

“Yes. I fear if it gets to a certain point it’ll have enough momentum that there will be no stopping it. So you should think about what you will do to face the possibility.”

Something about those words felt familiar. Even though it was a serious topic, Himiko was comforted.

“And you need someone like me to stand a chance?”

“The more the merrier, of course. There are things even I may have missed and for that you can be an extra set of eyes and ears. We’re going to train and prepare.”

The rest of that afternoon was spent, at first guided by Kiyo and by the end on her own, getting more used to the area and learning some specific landmarks.

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Starting the following day, Himiko started up a routine to come back every day, which would last for several months. Each day she learned new things about the old times that had only ever been guessed about from artifacts. She learned that even Kami had a cutoff point in memory, even if it did happen to be thousands of years stronger than mortals. The only truly omnipotent beings were those that had created earth eons ago, who were as elusive as ever.

She also trained. Oh, how wonderful it was to train again. And with a more formidable opponent than most people she would ever encounter normally. After each session she was told more about the species of yokai, and which were more likely to be dangerous foes that needed preparation for.

They would pray and make wishes for having strength and safety at the lucky rock on the path along the brooks. Kiyo allowed Himiko to take and keep a bit of power from it.

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It happened when she thought it was going to be just another day of what they had been doing. It was not.

There was something off in the air. And it wasn’t just the dead trees, those were normal for winter. What wasn’t normal was the small patches of rot in them already, the rot had even spread to the grass and other plants on the ground. There was a trail of it and it reeked of a nasty yokai. A being only interested in death and destruction.

Even worse was that Kiyo was nowhere to be found. They had made a game plan about that, Himiko was to check somewhere inside the shrine in order to find clues. Inside the prayer chamber proper it was a mess just like it would be in the case of any other type of break in. The rot hadn't set in because the room was blessed and was better able to resist, but there was a distinct trail of slime that showed its movement and the room.

She could picture Kiyo weaving around it and dodging attacks to have a chance to hit back at it. The fight had torn up the screens and the ancient art it depicted, and even punctured holes in the inner walls and flooring. An extra band of beads like one Kiyo would often wear was left behind. The signal was received.

Something wasn’t right, however. A presence that was too strong to be explained by the evil residue. It seemed like what they were working against had minions left behind, for the exact reason that someone like her was in the area and had to be stopped. The question was how many were there?

Five of them came up from either the ground or one of the holes puncturing the walls, one right before her and four circling around, forming seemingly out of the shadows and the goo. They quickly solidified into dark shapes that were much like werewolves, though she recognized among them different animal traits expressed. One even had bunny-esque lop ears.

Himiko took out her wand and started muttering some spells under her breath, making a broad sweeping motion to keep all at bay. The one closest was pushed back and stumbled in surprise. Trying to charge her led to an acrobatic maneuver: it leapt over onto its back and she whipped out a stage magician-like string of handkerchiefs and pulled it up to start choking the beast out.

They surprisingly weren’t as vicious as she’d imagined from how each of them had shown up. It couldn’t do any of its special moves. Unfortunately, its friends could, and they did. They rushed and she let go for a moment, tripping up one and using its momentum in a way it crashed into the first one before it could recover.

Swinging off it allowed her to jump up and kick a third before lashing a whip of electricity from her wand, yanking the fourth and gaining momentum by bouncing off it with a drop kick right about where the lungs were.

Watching them struggle, she realized they had once been animal spirits for sure, only to have been corrupted. They weren’t just something conjured by their boss.

Hesitation for even one second almost cost her when one swiped claws, just barely missing her and taking her hat instead. The advantage of being shorter than the monsters was they’d miss like that. And much like the stage magic she pretended to use in daily life, the hat was spring-loaded with some friends for them to play with. A magic box that was shattered by the attack let out doves of magical energy that distracted each as well as a jack-in-the-box dummy that took her place as a target for just long enough to take one out.

Even though the trick had been figured out, she could tell from their expressions changing the exact instant of the realization there wasn’t much the poor things could do when the tide had been turned. The rest of them were dispatched with a quick volley of attack spells. She sprinted out, conjuring another hat loaded with a similar trick from her storage at home, just in case. It was more physically exhausting than mana draining so she borrowed from her reserve to recover breath and catch up sooner.

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She crossed her fingers that those things weren’t going to be much more of a problem on the way over. The trail grew cold on her about a dozen times already the past 4 days but each time she doubled back to a previous checkpoint, there was another sign she’d accidentally glossed over. Each time something was left in an obscure place: a back alley or a bush only to be dragged out by a cat, occasionally right to her.

Whether it was an order from Kiyo or someone else, she wasn’t sure, but all the help was appreciated.

It seemed to be that when it took someone, it had to complete a loop back home. It was much faster than she could follow on foot. So the mage took to various buses and trains when she needed to.

Himiko hadn’t slept in nearly 24 hours by the 4th night, and all the past nights had been similarly lacking in rest. She’d set alarms to go off within a few hours of very scattered naps so she’d at least run decently when it finally came down to it.

She snuck out of an inn somewhere very rural and very cold in the northern reaches of Hokkaido. She could just feel the cave system nearby was definitely the origin point of the attacker.

Before she could even begin the climb upwards, an upright, tall figure came barrelling down in her direction, diving from above off of a rock and gliding down gracefully, coughing and panting, falling to their knees after the taxing stunt. That fall easily could have killed a human, plus most people couldn’t fly without magical objects.

“We need to get back up there, hurry!”

“Kiyo!”

However, before the first shape could speak further they were interrupted from behind Himiko. Just a few feet downhill a second Kiyo was standing.

“Don’t Himiko! That thing can become other entities!”

The first Kiyo to arrive chuckled and shook their head. “Well, that’s true, clever of you to tell her first.” A deep sigh later, they continued. “Shame I’ve heard of that little trick before and prepared something for this kind of thing.”

“A double cross is it?” the second Kiyo asked. “It’s quite a claim you have there, being the real me, having planned for your own deception.”

Whichever Kiyo was the real one, it was hard to tell at first. The two auras had been in close proximity so a mage in training would have a hard time pulling apart which was which. Then the first Kiyo cleared their throat again.

“Well then, I have a proposition.” they said, turning their attention back to Himiko. “Yumeno Himiko should be able to ask a question, then see how both of us answer, and she’ll know which of us is real.”

“Of course, after spending so long with me she’s bound to know the real one. I’d be crazy to decline,” the beast said.

Kiyo knew this thing would do anything to avoid being pegged as suspicious. It was a double bind for the beast. The only way this was ending was fighting it. This was part of that plan. Delaying it just a tad until the right time.

Himiko cleared her throat, glancing between the two one more time before she closed her eyes. It was nerve wracking but as long as it wanted to not out itself, the yokai would never blindside attack her.

“My question is very simple: What is it that I was training to do?”

The creature nodded. “Understood. This one is easy. We were going to stop the one who’s taken all those others and stop them from taking enough power for its plan.” It turned to Kiyo, giving a taunting glare. “And before the monster tries any trickery, to be specific, we were practicing your magic and got you a mana boost. It’ll help the new technique not be so taxing on you.”

That was almost entirely correct. Kiyo knew then their suspicion was right and something in the area had been spying and relayed all its gathered information back to prepare this creature for any threats that may spring up. That’s what attacked first, the helpers that Himiko had to fend off to get here.

“Alright. My turn.” Kiyo remained characteristically calm face to face. “We were training. So I don’t have to repeat what the other me said, I’ll agree. However, there was something missing from that answer.”

“Missing? What, pray tell, did I miss?”

“The mana boost served as a test to see if you were already there. And I felt something that may have been a minion performing recon.” Emphasis on the last word. That was something Kiyo had been anticipating. Before they had been taken, she was given a code word. They only mentioned it to her in a whisper on the day that they felt a presence leave to the north with no other context. ‘Recon’ was that word.

Eye contact was made, Himiko gave a slight nod to show that she understood and it was off to the races. She went on ahead, up one path leaving the Kiyos behind. It was a signal to the real Korekiyo. And so, the two fought again, much like they had when the faker had invaded the temple and kidnapped them to try and complete the ritual.

They weaved in and out, sometimes further to one side away from Himiko and her destination when Kiyo was having their way and closer, forcing her to duck and use repulsion spells to avoid being caught up in the scuffle. Kiyo’s attacks looked like needles when they flew at their enemy, so she even gave those attacks a boost. She heard the cries of anger and pain when one managed to hit just the right place.

The yokai was a resilient one though, it would just pluck them right out and fire back energy attacks of their own. One of them hit Kiyo and sent them tumbling back down the mountain some distance, dropping several dozen feet to a thud.

They got back up almost instantly, knowing how much danger the girl ahead was in, and pulled out a pair of scythe to quickly dig into the mountain’s side and climb up to a point where they could launch up and gain enough momentum to catch up right behind that yokai.

Faster than ever, Himiko ran. It seemed being tired was starting to slow both down the further up the mountain the climb went. She dove and rolled right into the cave and the faker caught up, confirming even further that it was the yokai when it dove to try and stop her from entering, the disguise melting away grotesquely. She didn’t even have time to be offended at it ruining and distorting those beautiful features because of how fast it barrelled back into the base.

All she could do was point her wand directly in its face and say the words. Like a bullet, red light with a pointed tip struck right through an already gaping hole that showed the black flame-like matter that was its heart. The evil and corrupt soul was pierced.

It could barely re-shape itself anymore with its wounds. It stared at her with half its true features and half rippling nothingness as the face it wore sloughed off and dissipated like a puddle under sunlight. Even the animal-like maw began falling off, fangs first.

Then Kiyo wrestled it from behind and wrapped it in chains of light. It was likely already dying. But part of its corrupt nature would linger in this spot if it was not sealed and purified.

“What no! Nooooo”. It started shrieking when the shock of being blindsided had finally worn off and it found itself in chains, being dragged away towards the cave’s inner chamber. It was powerless to do anything but watch these interlopers ruin everything.

“Unfair, unfair, unfaaiiiiir.” Most of the thrashing came in the form of weak kicks. It was truly pitiful for something that had beaten kami before. .

“What a childish temper tantrum.” Kiyo scoffed at it, only briefly turning a shoulder to pay it any mind as they continued towards the end of the mission. It was so mad, and nipped away trying to bite its captor in spite of there being no chance of succeeding now. .

Himiko came to a strange spot on the back wall and Kiyo lifted the beast over their shoulders and used its paw to unlock a big room full of artifacts, a bunch of seals on them to keep its victims contained. Many tomes of black magic and scribbles showcased a plot to steal power from all the shrine deities to build a “Domain of Darkness”. In which it plotted to prevent the sun from ever rising above Japan, and the whole planet after long enough, ever again. This would remove power from any being who got magic from natural resources and would kill billions of mortals.

Himiko looked at the plans and laughed nervously, sweating a bit.

“So um… you don’t think that this would have worked?” she asked, desperately wanting this to just be the pipe dream of an arrogant monstrosity.

“Absolutely not. I’m by no means the strongest of my kind, and you’re still training. It took prisoners, yes, but this is delusional. We won in part because we were underestimated. That kind of fatal mistake would have doomed this plan eventually.”

A sad whimpering came from it, laying on the ground in defeat.

Himiko was tasked to watch over it while Kiyo performed the unsealing rituals. Each one she spared glances at, admiring them from her spot in the center of the room. She could almost feel a tinge of jealousy among the defeat and anger emanating from their felled foe. It was way more interesting watching Kiyo work and chat with each spirit that was freed. Each time they agreed instantly to help get the rest out, which hastened the process.

Each one helped before some left to make sure their shrines were fine. The remainder, led by Kiyo, thanked Himiko. Their hands warm around hers. Kiyo felt every little soft spot on her hands and even some slight callusing, presumably from the fighting. Even those bits were lovely.

“You can go home now. It’s getting late but we need to stay for now. I will return to you with the important news.

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Himiko got home first, since that was decided as the meeting place. It was far enough from the shrine that it wouldn’t be immediately obvious if that entity came back for another round. She got on her knees in front of her bed, elbows firmly leaning into the mattress so she could clasp and pray. She was exhausted.

“Please let it be gone once and for all.” She trusted Kiyo could do that much.

Then she was awoken by footsteps and sat upright to who was joining her. Her door had opened and glowing in the moonlight, Kiyo came in, closing the door behind them.

“I have seen to it that this chapter is done.” The spirit held a hand to her cheek and gently brushed a long finger across part of her face. “Thank you, your journey has only truly just begun but you can relax for now.”

Himiko was flushed a bright red.

“I was struck by your beauty from the moment that I walked to your shrine.” Her heart raced. They’d touched a couple times by now but this was the most breathtaking and close. The most intimate. She raised a hand of her own and touched Kiyo’s arm gently.

A soft smile spread on the spirit’s lips. “Oh, I could tell. I could also tell that there was a pull here. Some call I needed to answer for you and it's only become more clear that there was more to it than that.”

Time felt like it slowed down to a stop as the two maintained soft eye contact.

Then they kissed her. A warmth emanated from them, pulsing like a heartbeat.

“More to it?” she asked, even though the kiss gave her a very good idea of what they were going to tell her next.

“I love you. And so… I want it to actually be *our* journey.” They heavily emphasized the word indicating that the adventure would be shared. It already was, it had been since the day she came to this place.

“Would it really be okay? For you to leave your shrine I mean. When it comes time for that.”

“No worries about that, I can find someone for that when that’s necessary.”

#HimiKiyo #Himiko Yumeno #Korekiyo Shinguji #himikiyo week #fanfic #writing #ao3 #amino #danganronpa #danganronpa v3

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cd-head · 3 years

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Two brothers, one word

Xisuma and EX, modern (minecraft like world tho) power AU - Xisuma is a powerful man who is immortal, having been alive since the start of the Universe - EX is a powerful man as well, but he lives off of eating others memories

Same speech as ‘As time clicks’, look there for it

I just. Really wanted to do this

Lets get started, my doves

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The cold iron bars kept them apart. Two brothers, not just brothers, twins. Forged since the start of the world, each going their own way. Until one, a Admin separated from the twin, creating his own world. Having people over.

While the other was left to burn and suffer, turn into a glitch. Turn into a dangerous man.

And here they were. One in a forest green suit and helmet, one that had a purple visor and hide his face from the his twin. So much was different about them, they looked different now. They behaved different. Everything.

The other was in bright orange clothes, chains holding him around the ankle. Long dark hair fell down to his shoulders and it was pulled into a raggedy ponytail,. His cold blood eyes stared at his twin who stared calmly back before he reached up a hand and set his helmet down, sitting down on the floor in front of the bars, across from his brother. Dark locks of black hair that was neatly taken care of, his lilac eyes were a calm and pleasant force of nature, yet singling he could be dangerous when wanted.

“Can you hear them?” The admin finally asked, looking up to the devourer who tensed at the words, having not expected to hear the British man speak. “All these people, who lived in fear of you and your judgement?” The admin hummed out, the question looming in the air. The words spoken so sharp yet so gently.

“All these people whose ancestors,” The admin paused, thinking of the right word “, devoted themselves, sacrificed themselves to you.” His gaze sharpened a bit, the gaze that was soft and questioning merely a second ago hardened on the other man.

“Oh, you like to think yourself as a god!” The admin chuckled darkly at those words, his gaze hardening into a glare. A small wash of magic swam around him. His dark hair fluttering a bit in it while his beautiful eyes stared at the body of his brother. “But....” The admin tsked “You're not a god.” He said matter of factly, his eyes darkening even more.

“You're just a parasite!” He watched as the devourer shot up at those worlds, glaring harshly at the admin who stayed seated but the deadly glare remained. “Eaten out with jealousy and envy!” He hissed while the devourer slowly lowered himself back down. “And longing for the lives of others...” The admin’s glare weakened, the gaze in his eyes being replaced by a look of pain.

“You... feed on them.” The man hummed out. “On the memory of love,” Soft music played in the house while a man led a beautiful woman into a slow dance, her perfect giggles and his chuckles. She wore a soft pink dress that fit her perfectly, but the gaze on other man was unknown. A dark figure, faded from memory ((I dont believe Stress has a husband or boyfriend and such and I don't ship hermits so-))

“and loss,” The portal jump faded around them, a new world fresh and new in front of them. They all split off, getting ready for their builds around. But a man stood standing, pain wavering in his chest as he stood tall in his suit clad form, a soft breeze whisking the mustache on his face. He shook himself out of it, there was no time to think of the pain of the world jumps, losing all the builds he had before.

“And death,” A loud scream rang out before a message in the chat appeared, announcing a death to the fellow hermits. They ignored it mostly, it wasn't anything new but the smaller hermit who was due to that shot forward, a hand clenched on his chest as he breathed heavily. His sweater wrinkling under his tight grip.

“And joy,” Laughter rang out between the three men, each one different in their own way, but yet. They were great friends. A loud explosion rang out behind them and they high fived. A big grin on each of their faces, another job well done.

“And sorrow!” The flowers wrinkled around their feet before a man looked to his brother, for what he believed was the last time. He gently patted his brothers shoulder before he was yanked into a hug, both of them bursted out into tears. Neither wishing to go but, they had to. Both put on their suits, and departed their ways.

The admin put a hand on his chest, glaring harshly at his twin before he stood up, the twin following. The harsh glare from the admin disappeared. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath “So.....” He hummed, pain wavering a bit in his voice before he steeled it. Anger and hatred fulling his voice at last. “So, take mine.” He looked to his twin.

The admin chuckled darkly. “I hope you have a big appetite.” The twin’s eyes darkened and his arm darted out, grabbing the admins hand and magic swivelled around them, the red magic reaching up the admins arm before the purple one overpowered it, shooting the twin back. “Because... I’ve lived a long life....” The admin’s voice corrupted a bit, soft yet powerful. His voice carrying in the deep winter breeze.

“And... I’ve seen a few things.” The admin looked up to meet his twin brothers eyes once more, purple magic trickling around the suited man. Before he gave his brother a chance to speak, he spoke up himself.

“I walked away from the last great Time War, I marked the passing of time lords!” The admin’s voice was slowly raising, a hand grabbing onto the cold metal of the iron bars. Pain wavering in his eyes, his emotions so clear and yet so hidden.

“I saw the birth of a universe and I watched as time ran out.... moment... by moment... until nothing remained!” The admin slammed a gloved hand onto the harsh cold metal of the iron bars. “No time, no space. Just me!“ The admins voice wavered a bit, anger and pain mixing together so perfectly, so horrifyingly open and carrying his voice out through the cell.

“I walked in universes where the laws of physics were devised by the mind of a madman!” Memories flashed before the admins eyes, his magic getting stronger by the moment and more of it danced around him. As if mocking him for his pain while the twin stared at him in pure shock.

“And I watched universes freeze and creations burn!” Pain rippled through him so openly, his voice cracking a bit as the pain and horror got to him once more. The flashes of the dead bodies. The pain of respawning. The running...

“I have seen things you wouldn't believe!” The admin screamed, banging his hand on the bars again. His magic getting stronger, pulsating almost with pure power that grew more each time the admin spoke. “I have lost things you will never understand!“ The pain carried through his voice. In his eyes showed the pure pain and torture the admin had gone through.

“And I know things, secrets that must never be told, knowledge that must never be spoken!” The admin screamed, yanking himself from the bars and lifting his head to look to his twin brother in the eyes once more. “Knowledge that will make parasite gods blaze!“ A sudden burst of magic surrounded the admin, before it formed in almost paper around him, the admin floating as his eyes flew a bright purple.

“So come on then!” The admin nearly screamed at the top of his lungs. “Take it!” The magic grew stronger, his eyes glowing brighter, the papers spinning faster and faster around the powerful man. Pain carrying his voice along with anger, misery and pure hatred.

“Take it all baby!” Tears ran down the admins face, staring at the horrified face of his brothers that was now dripping tears down itself. “You have it all!” He reached a hand forward and a magic bursted shot at the twin before he felt like he was being held under lava. He panicked and tried to get to the top, get air. Get out of the burning rage of pain he was feeling.

But then he was out, he was curled up on the floor in front of those horrid iron bars. He watched as the admin, his brother. No. They weren't brothers no more. They were nothing to each other. Not even the blood in them would change the admins mind.

He was not related to that mind, and that was finale.

The admin looked at his twin. At EX, before the admin, Xisuma, left completely.

And never came back.

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by the lakeside

bokuto koutarou(horror!AU)

it should’ve been the perfect summer getaway. you were both in need of some down time away from your busy careers. but things get a little eerie when there’s a voice in your head that isn’t yours and you find out that you’re not alone in that pristine white house on the hill.

genre: horror, angst, fluff if you squint

tw: descriptions of drowning, asphyxiation, strangulation. suggestive sexual situations.

a/n: i promise i’ll proofread this later and also write an epilogue but until then please enjoy this story it took me way longer than necessary to write. i’ve read it so many times that i don’t find it scary anymore. but i hope you do! :)

word count: 6k

my body feels like an empty shell sometimes, a carcass I am dragging around. when I look into the mirror I don’t recognise myself. i don’t recognise him, either.

∷ ∷ ∷ ∷

bokuto’s hair gleams silver in the glorious morning light. wind blows through your own strands as you zip past the lush green meadows. you could see the sheep dotted on the grassy planes like puffs of pure white clouds. far away, there stood giant mountains. their high peaks looked like they were breaching the baby blue ceiling of the sky. you only notice your gorgeous surroundings with half a mind, because your eyes keep trailing back to the man besides you. you admire his profile, the sharp slope of his nose, the chiselled cheek bones and jaw line. you zero in on the plush of his lips and it is then that you notice his teasing grin.

‘admiring the view?’ he asks.

‘mhmm. a sight for my sore eyes.’ and he truly is. your gaze drops a little lower. his toned chest peeks from where the buttons of his shirt have come undone. his biceps flex and strain against the fabric as he manoeuvres the steering wheel. he looks like a movie star, straight out of the golden age of film. the red vintage convertible he drives only adds on to your day dream. you can’t help but feel like a heroine starring in your own block buster romance. heat rises to the tip of his ears and the back of his neck at your shameless appraisal. bokuto notices the way lust is barely concealed on your face. he fucking loved the way you looked at him, like he was the guiding star you were always attuned to. the one for whom you’d always search for in an endless night sky.

‘your eyes are sore from staring at your computer screen all day everyday.’ he ignores your attempts at flirting, and instead addresses what has been eating away at his mind lately. he’s been worried about you. you often called him out for pushing himself to the point of breaking when it came to volleyball. but, you never noticed how you were inclined to do the same when it came to you own work; buried under papers and ink, day after day as your work ethic kept you confined to your study room. you being a best selling author, him a pro volleyball player; you truly were the power couple worthy of everyone’s envy and admiration, but your lives could get stressful at times.

‘kou, I’m sorry ‘m dragging you away from your routine. the game season starts in two months. you should be hitting some balls right now.’ you withdraw your hand, and he instantly misses your touch. you appear a little crestfallen as you opt to idly fiddle with the lace bordering your sundress.

‘hey,’ his voice is silky, tone slightly chastising. ‘don’t apologise. this was my idea anyways. we need some time away. from everything.’

‘you know that,’ he continues, ‘i’ll never be too busy for you, right? it makes me feel lonely when you just withdraw from me... shut me out.’ his face eyebrows furrow a little. ‘for you I’ll always carve out time.’

bokuto had a way with words that always left you stupefied. they weren’t embellished and gaudy, like yours. all you ever did was spin fairy tales. Yes they were beautiful, but they were also false. unlike you, he always spoke from his heart, and you wonder if that was why his sentiments without fail reached others.

‘oi- don’t fall asleep.’

‘i’m not sleeping!’ you snap out of your reverie. ‘i’m sorry i… never realised you’d feel that way’ puffing out a sigh, you lean back lazily on the leather seat. ‘i haven’t been feeling much inspiration lately, and when i do write i just hate every word of it.’

‘maybe I should retire,’ you muse. ‘never write a word again. let people remember me as the genius author I’m not.’

‘but you are a genius writer!’ bokuto insists. ‘give it a fifty years and they’ll be teaching your work as a part of the curriculum. i’ve never read anything better!’

‘that’s because you rarely read!’

‘i am a picky reader,’ bokuto shrugs, cocking an eyebrow as he looks at you haughtily. ‘so congratulations that your writing actually piqued my interest.’

snorting, you pinch his thigh.

∷ ∷ ∷ ∷

it’s almost evening by the time you drive past a small sleepy town. the few houses have their curtains drawn. there’s a small supermarket and a polyclinic but you notice how the streets are mainly empty, save for a couple of children who play seven tiles on the roadside. fifteen minutes and more grassy meadows and sheep later, you arrive at what looks like the edge of the world. surely you’re being a little dramatic calling it that, but the road winds up the gentle slope of a hill and on top of it sits a pristine white house. bokuto pulls up the car in front of massive wrought iron gates, a chain holds it shut.

‘okay, but when nori said ‘vacation home’, this is not what I had in mind. Is he actually the heir to a conglomerate or something?’ you observe, definitely appalled.

‘uh- knowing his stingy ass, i’m not sure?’ bokuto sounds and looks puzzled as well, so you know he wasn’t expecting it either. he reconfirms the address konoha had messaged him. ‘do we climb the gates? because he never gave me a key or anything. he said the place has a caretaker who’d-’

‘how can I help?’

your heart leaps to your throat, and both you and bokuto snap your heads to your left to look at a man who stands on bokuto’s side of the car. neither of you had seen him approaching and it was as if he were a magician, materialising out of thin air. old, sinewy and dressed sharply in a suit, he’s hunching to be at your eye levels. upon closer look the fabric of his clothes looked worn out and they fray at the edges. his hair is slicked back and he wears gold rimmed spectacles, its lenses the shape of half moons. his smile is serene, demeanour dignified but there’s shrewdness in his tone.

‘um- hi.’ bokuto greets recovering first. ‘i am konoha’s friend. i assume you’ve been expecting us?’

a beat passes.

‘indeed. allow me to show you around.’

bokuto parks the car under a shed close to the gates and you walk down the stretch of the garden. it is immaculately kept, and roses of all colours bloom neatly in rows. a giant sycamore tree stands close to the house, its branches brushing the roof. when you stand on the porch of the house the gate seems miles away. bokuto wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close to his side. he sneaks a soft kiss under your left ear as the caretaker opens up the door for you.

the inside of the house is splendidly furnished and it leaves you awestruck. simple but gorgeous, a modern castle of sorts. a cream colored leather sofa sits in the centre of the living room, the rug in front of it is white and fluffy. There is a box television- the kinds popular decades ago, and you wonder if it actually works or if it’s just for show. the chandelier above is a million crystals and an open kitchen makes up the far end of the living room. a stair case winds its way up. but, what truly catches your eye are the massive french doors which open up to the stretch of a green lawn. calling it a backyard would be a bit inadequate; for the trimmed grass meets the surface of a great lake, its water like molten lava reflecting the evening sky. you can see the outline of ducks waddling away, probably on their way home. the lake stretches out for almost a mile and after that you see nothing but the thicket of the woods. it is almost the end of july, so while the days are warm, the temperatures tend to dip quite a bit at night. you shiver a little and snuggle closer into bokuto’s side. the caretaker, in his monotonous voice, explains to you how your room shall be upstairs, the one to the right. there were four other rooms which were mostly empty and locked for the sake of easy maintenance. you tune him out when he moves on to the instructions regarding the heating and locking systems.

you’re entranced by the house, and standing there in its magnanimity you feel like you’ve been drawn into a picture book. you can imagine breakfasts every morning on the front porch. afternoons spent lolling on the grass besides the lake. you would keep a vase filled with freshly cut roses from the garden, in the centre of the kitchen table. spend the nights sitting in front of the fire place when winter laid its thick blanket of white snow outside. your high flying careers felt like a distant dream. your laptop back home could collect all the dust it wanted to. you could just stay here forever wrapped up in each others arms.

i’m lonely. i hate how you’re always away from home because of volleyball.

bokuto notices your distant look , the slightest way your lips are set in a grimace. it tugs on his heartstrings. makes it difficult for him to breathe.

bringing his mouth close to your ear, he whispers your name bringing you out of your head. you blink, biting back the ugly realisation that had just intruded your brain. you had never felt that way before, you had forced yourself not to. it was long ago when you had decided that you’d never make him choose between you and volleyball. or maybe that loneliness was something you’d always felt. but because you were afraid of it; you had hidden it under your skin, in between your bones.

if i could, i’d steal you away and keep you all to myself. in a cage just for me and you.

too afraid that he’ll somehow read your mind, you step away from him, disoriented by the venomous voice of your subconscious as you look around for the old man.

‘he left while you were zoning out, princess. said he’s going home.’ he pulls your back against his chest, long fingers begin snaking up a well known trail up your thighs. your cute little sundress does little to stop him. ‘he’ll be back by noon tomorrow, to tend to the garden and all that.’ bokuto speaks in between the kisses he’s placing along the side of your neck. ‘apparently, he lives in that town we drove by earlier.’

‘mhmm.’

‘want to live in a house like this someday.’ he asks you, his voice hushed. you rest your head back on his chest, as love and lust pools in your stomach and clouds your thoughts.

i’m scared someday you’ll leave me behind.

“me. you. maybe a dog. maybe… children?” he continues and your eyes widen at that.

‘you want all that?’

‘with you? yes I want everything. i’ll take everything that you can give me.’

liar.

you turn around and pull bokuto into a heated kiss. his chapped lips meld into yours and your teeth clack a little from the suddenness of your movement. by now it is completely dark outside and the living room is dimly lit by a lamp. bokuto seems unaware, too lost in you to be notice space and time. but, a weird sensation surrounds you. you feel the whisper of a cool breeze, a murmur disturbing the stillness of the house. with one hand, bokuto cups your behind. the fingers of his other rake through your hair. it’s a buzz now, like a thousand bees hovering over your heads. you feel dazed, you’re needy, you’re confused.

there’s someone else here. the two of you are not alone.

‘ow,’ you yelp in pain.

bokuto jumps away from you, but his hands are badly tangled in your hair.

‘I told you to tie your hair in the car!’ he is laughing. ‘it’s a nest in here!’

the buzzing dies down. the silence that follows is deafening. you wonder if you’re delusional with the lack of sleep.

as bokuto carefully weaves his fingers out he places a chaste kiss on the little crease in between your eyebrows. he finds you so cute, it physically hurts him.

‘don’t worry, babygirl,’ his voice drops a few octaves. ‘windswept looks sexy on you.’

∷ ∷ ∷ ∷

later that night as you are lie under the drapes and canopies, you notice how the bedroom is much like the rest of the house- fit for royalty. bokuto snores softly, but you lie awake with your head on his chest. his heartbeat is a mind-numbing rhythm. a thin sheet of sweat covers your bodies and you try to ignore the wetness in between your legs. you should probably change the sheets as well, but your body refuses to move and you don’t know where to find any new ones. sleep evades you so you let Bokuto’s question roll around in your mind. a forever with him. of course you would say yes. there was nothing more that you wanted than that. but the dread from earlier which you had managed to keep at bay with lust, slowly begins to resettle in the pit of your stomach.

he promises you an eternity now, but he’ll leave you behind soon.

you somehow clamber out of bed, making sure not to awaken bokuto. picking up his shirt from where it lies on floor, you put it on. the bedroom has identical doors from the living room, made of glass, and they open onto a small balcony. you draw open the lacey curtains and step out into the chilly night air. the sight that awaits you makes you gasp. a fine mist rolls over the water, but the lake itself is still. its surface is like taut cellophane. beyond the lake where the woods begin, it is pitch black darkness and you cannot tell where the woods meet the moonless sky. it’s a new moon night, but where you expect to see the stars is an empty hollowness. its eerily silent. too silent. no insects trill. no wind blows. you stare intently into the water for so long that you swear you see something lurking just underneath its surface. the mist that hovers slowly inches towards the house, coiling like endless bony fingers.

that pool of velvety darkness, i wonder what it’d feel like against my skin.

come to me then. feel it for yourself. your voice, no, her voice purrs.

you whirl around to see bokuto. he’s standing a feet away from you, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

‘whoah! easy,’ bokuto exclaims, surprised by your jumpiness. no way it had been him who had spoken moments ago. ‘what are you doing outside?’ he asks. ‘i nearly got a heart attack when I saw someone standing out here.’

you look back towards the lake, and you’re utterly confused. the mist seems to have instantly vanished. you can even hear the water now, softly undulating. it appears akin to a creased sheet of silk.

had you been hallucinating? dreaming with your eyes open?

you fight down the growing panic and instead walk over to him, squishing his cheeks. you softly kiss his pout. ‘aww. baby’s scared?’ you coo.

he grumbles something about you catching a cold but tugs you inside and you decide to let it all go. you’re tired and tomorrow will be a new day.

had you turned around, you’d notice how the stars were glittering like cold hard gems in the night sky.

∷ ∷ ∷ ∷

you were pleasantly lazing about in the sun. the lake was a glittering blue and the woods looked benign during the day. they weren’t as dense as they appeared to be in the absence of light. from where you lay, the house looks like an entity of its own. imposing and regal. bokuto is dressed casually in a t-shirt and sweatpants as he plays around witha volleyball, tossing and spiking it all by his lonely self. you didn’t remember seeing him pack a volleyball, but then again somehow he always seemed to miraculously have a one at his disposal. today, he hasn’t gelled his hair up in its usual style, so it flops onto his forehead in a way you wished he’d leave it more often.

‘y/n! nice receive!’ he hollers at you.

he spikes the ball aiming straight for your stomach and you somehow manage to block his assault. thank god he hadn’t used a quarter of the strength he usually puts into his spikes.

your strong and annoying man.

‘you trying to murder me or what?’

he pulls you up to your feet. ‘i’ll be teaching you how to spike, drama queen. it’s insane how you’ve been with me for all these years and haven’t learnt a thing or two about volleyball. people would die for a one on one training session with me.’ he brags as he fetches the ball from where it had rolled off to.

you try to copy his motions, but what he can effortlessly pull off is an impossible feat for you. you send the ball upwards and jump as you try to match your timing to spike it. but before you can hit the ball it lands on your head.

bokuto is losing his shit, doubling over with laughter. and you try to look angry but end up giggling with him.

‘i give up!’ you complain. plus my boobs jiggle since i’m not wearing a sports bra,’

‘babe, thats kinda the point!’ he beams.

a perfect spike lands on his face.

‘owww, that’s foul play, y/n! ’ he yells. rubbing his nose, he walks over to you.

‘you should be punished!’ he scolds you, but places a kiss on your temple. his hands wander downwards to unzip your dress. he lets it fall to the ground. you know where this is headed. you think he’s going to kiss you so you close your eyes and lean towards him but before you can react, he’s bending down and suddenly you’re being lifted. he has you over his shoulders and your peals of laughter warm his heart. he hadn’t heard that sound in a while.

bokuto marches straight into the lake and dumps you in. the water is cool and refreshing, just as you had imagined it. it’s shallow enough so you’re chest deep in the water when your feet are planted at the bottom. his body glistens with dampness, hair a floppy wet mess. he was so beautiful, that even though it was irrational you felt a little bit shy. you’re splashing each other with water, the atmosphere’s light and bubbly with amusement. bokuto tries to catch you but you slip out of his reach. he is being his loud and dramatic self as he falls face down into the water, complaining as he comes up with his eyes screwed shut.

‘i swear i’d rather be blinded by your beauty than this water.’

you shake you head, feigning disdain and then you’re swimming away from him, towards the safety of the house. it must almost be noon, and you vaguely remember its time for the care taker to come around. you did not want to be seen in your wet underwear. bokuto calls out to you, apologising. there is water in your ears, it laps all around you as you swim. it dulls all sound and every other sense until the only thing you hear is your thumping heart. when you come up for air, you can see the blue sky, when your face is in the water you can see the stones and pebbles littering the bottom.

but, when you come up for air again, the sky is overcast. laden with dense gray clouds.

the water runs icy, lead flows through your veins. your body is sinking like a ship. it feels like you’re trying to move through viscous jelly. when you try to pull up for air you cannot break through, the surface traps you like its the cellophane you remember seeing the night before. a tight grip on your waist, abruptly pulls you under. your flailing hands try to grasp at nothing in particular. you wonder if its bokuto just messing around, but you know it isn’t. you don’t feel his presence anywhere. your fingers suddenly entangle into something. your eyes burn when you try to open them and look. jet black strands of hair, a bone white face, a mouth that is open like a gaping wound. you scream and nothing but gurgles and air bubbles escape you. you try to pull back but your hands are stuck in the weedlike hair. Funny you think of the evening before, when bokuto’s fingers had entangled in your messy hair the same way.

‘kou…koutaro!’ you try calling for him. you hear your disembodied voice, feel the water flood your mouth, your nose. but you feel all alone with that woman straight out of nightmares. fear has you in its grip, your minds a mush.

you hate him so damn much. you hate him, you hate him, you HATE him. a voice repeats the same words in your head. you wonder if it sounds like your own or someone else’s. you cannot tell the two apart.

you feel a hand wrap around your arm, its large and warm and it feels like home. as it drags you out of the water the ashen face seems to quiver and distort. her eyes flicker open. they roll in their sockets but when they fixate on you, you see eyes just like your own. but they are transparent like marbles; burning with betrayal and accusation.

∷ ∷ ∷ ∷

you wake up with a start to screams piercing the air. they are shrill and blood curdling. your hands are on your ears as you try to block out the sound but it only gets louder. it takes you a moment to realise that the screaming had been you. bokuto holds you in his arms, you can feel him shaking underneath your palms that grapple at his back.

he’s crying.

no! why is your bokuto crying? you pull away a little just enough to look at him, but the way his features are twisted in melancholy punctures a hole through your heart.

‘y/n, babe… babe,’ his lips quiver stealing away speech but he forces himself to speak. ‘ i looked everywhere in the water but I couldn’t find you. you were swimming and then you just stopped. i thought you were fooling around but you were down there for too long. so i come over but... I couldn’t see you anywhere at first. i panicked! holy shit... i was panicking.’ he shifts away from you, an arms length away. leaning back on the sofa, he stares up at the ceiling. ‘You weren’t even struggling, just stopped moving. Do you remember what happened?’ bokuto drags a hand down his face. he’s visibly distressed.

‘i don’t know what happened,’ you croack. ‘it felt like I was stuck. my feet wouldn’t come lose. as if someone was there with me in the water, holding me down…’ a sob escapes you.

bokuto pales a little at your description. but there had been no one but the two of you in the water. hell he hadn’t even seen any fishes.

he had pulled you under in the first place hadn’t he. there’s no one here but the two of you.

you remember not being alone in the water. you remember the heaviness. but nothing else.

bokuto opens his mouth to say something, but you cannot concentrate. the urge is too strong. before you can think, before you can answer. you are bending over and puking your guts out.

∷ ∷ ∷ ∷

you spend the rest of the day, clinging to bokuto. and he doesn’t mind. he seems to be craving that constant feeling of your skin on his. something to remind him that you were okay, that you were here now. he makes his way around the kitchen with you stuck to him like a little koala.

“sit down on that chair just for a minute, y/n. i can’t find the plates!” he tries to loosen your chokehold on him but you only tighten it and bokuto booms out a laugh.

‘i swear you’re lucky you’re cute.”

‘just consider this weight training.’

bokuto had put together a light meal. you reckoned you’d be unable to stomach anything too heavy.

‘we were supposed to be having fun. i feel like i’ve ruined everything.’ you mumble gloomily. you’re sitting on the chairs you pulled up around the kitchen island. a make shift dining table.

‘it’s okay. its enough to just be together.’

‘oh no been away from you for a five whole minutes.’ your expression is of mock worry as you rush over onto his lap. you immediately bury your head in the crook of his neck, his familiar scent calms you down. he chuckles at your antics.

‘do you think we can just go home?’ you ask apprehensively, still feeling bad about having spoilt your perfect little getaway. ‘i don’t feel like staying here anymore.’

‘sure, baby girl .’ bokuto replies in a heartbeat, and you wonder if he feels the same unease in remaining here any longer.

‘we can leave tomorrow morning.’ he suggests. ‘it might be a bit too late to leave now. plus, caretaker-san didn’t even show up today.’

‘is it okay to just leave?,’ you ask.

from where bokuto sits on the dining table in the kitchen, he can see the doors in the living room that open up to the porch. it’s around three in the afternoon. the weather was beginning to turn awfully gloomy.

clouds slowly fill the sky eclisping the sun that had shined all day. it leaves everything in shades of gray.

∷ ∷ ∷ ∷

you wake up alone in bed. the remnants of an eerie dream still lingers in your mind. you had been combing your hair, which was unusually thick, dark and long. you kept brushing the silky smooth strands, on and on and on, until they started coming loose in your hands. shuddering as you recall it, you turn around to see the wall clock read nine p.m. where was kou? at some point you had fallen asleep although you did not remember coming upstairs to the bedroom. he must’ve carried you from where you and him had been lying on the sofa downstairs, idly chatting.

your body is still heavy with exhaustion but you force yourself to sit up. hearing the water running in the bathroom, you call out to bokuto. ‘kou?’ you pad your way over to the bathroom. when you open the door there is no one inside. water drips from from a leaky tap into an empty bath tub. strange. where had the sound been coming from then?

you find yourself mesmerised by your reflection in the mirror right across from you. when you step inside the bathroom, the tiles are dry and frigid underneath your feet. the lights are off, however, the bathroom is faintly lit up by the light filtering in from the frosted windows. the bags under your eyes are dark and puffy, your lips look ashen. you look like you had lost a tonne of weight over the span of the past few hours. tracing a finger along the outline of your reflection, you notice how your eyes were a forlorn abyss. hollow like the dead.

mine. stay with me. don’t leave me alone. a voice whispers to you and you listen, enchanted.

you see the corners of your lips quirk up in your reflection. your expression twists into that of deranged happiness.

so, you’ll stay?

you don’t feel the smile on your face.

you’re backing away slowly. a scream dies in your throat.

that isn’t you. it’s her.

you’re running full speed out of the bathroom and you make it just in time as the door slams shuts behind you. the edge of your thin white slip gets caught in between but you yank it loose with enough force. bursting out of the room like a bat out of hell you’re hurtling downstairs. you have to look for bokuto. you must leave. now!

you’re me, i am you. he doesn’t love you, so just stay with me. I’m lonely.

you try to call out to bokuto but you cannot find your voice.

and then you see him. sitting on the sofa. the relief you feel is momentary. the old television is on, and the screen is grainy with static but bokuto’s eyes are intent on it. he’s still as if he were carved out of stone. he doesn’t acknowledge your presence just keeps staring ahead with an owlish gaze. you place a shaky hand on his shoulder and he finally turns to look at you.

his eyes that usually are like pools of golden honey are dark and murky like cheap kerosene. his features are sharper, more cunning. a devil in your lover’s skin. the mist outside thickens, appearing as if they were pale white walls surrounding the house.

i told you to just stay with me. you should’ve stayed with me in that cool dark water.

he doesn’t love you, i do.

suddenly bokuto is stalking towards you, his movements hypnotic like that of a panther, sinuously fluid, predatory. a feral look glints in those foreign eyes. he slams you against the nearest wall, his hands tightening over your neck. your head meets the hard surface with a thud. those large arms that have always felt like home suddenly feel empty and cold like a prison cell.

you’re just a prisoner in his cage. he doesn’t love you like I will.

black spots fill your vision, as your air supply is slowly being cut off. ‘kou- please don’t.’ you whimper. a flicker of recognition flashes through those eyes, but the grip around your neck only tightens. ‘kou-’ you call again softly. tears fall freely down your face. your hands go limp by your sides and in the process you knock over a vase that had been on table besides you. it falls to the marble floor with an obnoxious crash. the ceramic splinters into a hundred pieces. bokuto’s eyes widen and the darkness from his face lifts. it is as if a thick patch of clouds obscuring the moon had drifted past, letting its pure light fall to the earth once again. he’s your bokuto once again.

horror struck he lets go of your neck and catches a glimpse of the angry red fingerprints left behind like a morbid necklace. you collapse to the ground.

a door bangs shut somewhere in the house, startling you both. bokuto is about to crouch down next to you when suddenly the volume of the television is cranked up. the harsh static sound grates your ears, like a drawn out growl. there’s thumping coming from behind every surface of the house- the walls, the floors, the ceilings. every door, every window swings open only to shut back with a bang, over and over until shards of broken glass lie like a carpet all over the floor. the house is alive with the breath of countless souls that live in its every crack and crevice. you both look on with horror as heavy mist begins to pour into the house. bokuto’s teeth chatter with fear, and he tries to get you to stand. he follows your gaze which is fixed to where your bedroom had been. and he sees it then. on the door which opens into the room, there’s a shadow of a woman. he can discern the long straight hair which she combs on and on and on.

‘f-fuck!’ he spits.

he harshly pulls you over his shoulders but transfixed you crane up your neck to continue looking at the shadow. hastily he manages to grab the keys which he had hung on a hook by the main door. the shadow grows darker, more defined as if whoever it belonged to was coming closer. he feels you struggling and you scream to be let down.the main door to the house is already open so with one last glance at the chaos behind, you are both bolting out of the house.

‘y/n, run! to the car. hurry, hurry, hurry!’ he shuts the door, hoping it would buy you some time. he’s not really sure what he’d just seen or what any of it meant. but thinking would come later. he grabs your hand as you start the mad dash across the front garden. you notice despite your compromised vision due to the mist, how the roses look wilted. the grounds gooey and wet underneath, and your feet sink into the soft mud making movement sluggish. but you don’t stop. moments later, the door behind you flings open with enough force that it comes loose from its hinges. the whole house seems to be angry.

come back here.

don’t leave me alone.

an overgrown root coils around your calf and yanks you back. your hand slips out of bokuto’s and he turns around, horrified, to see you being dragged into the ground. like you were falling into quicksand.

‘hold on to my arm,’ bokuto bellows, ‘and just don’t. let. go!’

the circulation in your leg is being cut off and you cry in pain. you can feel the disgusting way the soft earth keeps parting further to let you in. you want to let go, give in to the struggle. maybe it’d be better to just lie buried here, decomposing till you forget whats fear, whats pain.

your name is rolling off bokuto’s tongue like a chant. his muscles burn with strain. the sweat and slick makes his grip on you weak and he notices how you’re letting go. he reads the resignations on your face. but why are you letting go? why are you trying to leaving him alone?

bokuto loses his footing and falls backwards and almost loses you, but he manages to interlock your fingers. he’s grunting with effort, and roars with frustration when it doesn’t seem to be working. it is then when you see the blood covering his feet, the glass splinters buried deep into his soles. in your haste to get away you never noticed how he had walked all over the shards with you over his shoulder. the ache in your heart swells. you know he’d never leave you behind. it was the two of you, or none of you who’d make it alive out of here.

the thought of bokuto buried deep into the ground, lips blue and crusted with mud gives you a renewed conviction. with the last spurts of energy you hold tight onto bokuto’s arm with one hand. the other digs into where you find soft but solid ground. you attempt to claw your way out and fight the drag of the noose around you ankle that tries to pull you in the opposite direction. away from bokuto. bokuto is inching backwards, his voice hoarse with all that screaming as he does his utmost to haul you out.

rain begins to pour in heavy cascades even though there hadn’t been a single cloud in the obsidian sky. and suddenly you feel earth’s hold on you go slack. bokuto and your efforts come to fruition as your foot comes loose and you tumble straight on top of bokuto’s body. but its too early to celebrate. a loud thunderclap spurs you both into action and you run and run, fighting the burn in your lungs until you reach the car. bokuto, is grateful, infinitely grateful that the keys had remained in his pockets during that struggle. he hands you the keys and with no time to waste you’re running to the car, afraid that something inauspicious might happen again if you didn’t hurry. bokuto notices with relief that the iron gates are not chained shut like they had been upon your arrival, and with some effort he swings them open. bokuto clambers into the passenger seat and you floor the gas as you drive straight out of the gates, into a calm quiet night.

it takes you a moment to notice that the rain had stopped.

∷ ∷ ∷ ∷

the two of you are covered in dirt, in blood. absolutely shattered with exhaustion. bokuto finally feels the pain that had been dampened by adreneline. it now ignites like an inferno. he almost tears his lip trying to bite back a whimper. in the rear view mirror, you catch a glimpse of the house. it looks regal and imposing, as it had when you’d first arrived. you can see the dimly lit bedroom, the curtains billowing gently in a slight breeze. the glass on the doors is intact. the garden is immaculate once again and you can see patches of soft grass spread out where the mud had almost eaten you up alive just a few moments ago. a shaky laugh escapes Bokuto, and before you know it, feeling delirious, you’re laughing with him.

bokuto’s phone rings and the sound cuts short your hysteria. with some effort he retrieves it from the dashboard where he’d left it two days ago. he had planned on not letting anything distract him from you on this short getaway. he puts it on loudspeaker.

‘they picked up!’ you hear Konoha say to someone and the collective sighs of relief are audible.

‘dude, where have you both been? we’ve been calling you all day. ms. nakamura told me that you never made it to my vacation home?’

‘ms. nakamura?’ bokuto rasps.

‘yeah, the caretaker I told you about?’

‘the caretaker was a man!’ you snatch the phone with from bokuto with one hand while other remains on the steering wheel. you’re yelling at the receiver like a mad woman. ‘we came to your villa, but that man opened the gates. listen, there’s something wrong with the house and lake behind it is-’

‘what lake? there are only corn fields behind my house. which is, by the way, a traditional japanese one. where the fuck have you both been?!’

you and bokuto look at each other in confusion, and you hit the brakes. you glance back at the house which is now far, far away. if you squint your eyes you can see the outline of a man at the gates. the lamp in his hand glows golden like a distant star.

a woman’s shadow is dark and lonely against the delicate lace of the bedroom’s curtains.

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bunnylouisegrimes · 3 years

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Sick Day (NOS4A2 Drabble)

A/N: Holy shit! I actually wrote something?! Well, unfortunately, this is probably gonna be my only fic for a while since I’m gonna be so busy. But I hope you all enjoy some Charlie fluff! It helped to let my creative muse out amongst my stress! (Also, I own a Totoro like the toy pictured above) ;)

Sick Day

NOS4A2 Drabble

By: Bunny Louise Grimes

That Friday, the stretches of farmland rolled along beside the Wraith as we went for a leisurely drive. The clouds were grey, the spring air was cool, and dew covered the windows. We took a rest outside of a beautiful and abandoned hospital to eat our fries and crack each other up. Nearby, a park sat where Charlie pushed me on the swings. But by the time we decided to head back home and order a pizza, I noticed I was feeling a bit tired. While ordering the pizza, I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. The only interesting (and scary) thing on was a news segment discussing how a shooter at a restaurant two towns over had threatened to kill people (something like an altercation with his girlfriend who was a waitress perhaps?), and he was still at large.

“Well, that explains the helicopters we’ve been seeing and hearing,” I said.

“Indeed,” Charlie nodded. “We’ll have to be careful tonight and make sure everything is locked up so that he doesn’t try to hide here, especially since this house is the perfect place to hide. Out in the middle of nowhere, miles of forest to run, the mountains... good thing my Wraith has a mind of her own, because if he thinks about hiding there, he’ll be ran over.”

After I ordered the pizzas from my laptop, we went out for another small drive in the grey skies to retrieve them. By then, my tiredness had gotten worse, and I noticed my body had a dull ache. I wrapped myself up in my yellow sweater tighter. Besides that, I was wearing green floral leggings, green socks, and black Mary Janes. It was already a cool afternoon, but it wasn’t this freezing, so why was I so cold? I thanked the fact my hair was done in a pair of long fluffy puppytails held together by my green ribbons so that I had an extra layer of warmth.

“I’m concerned I might be coming down with something,” I told Charlie. “I’m starting to feel real tired, cold, and achy.”

“Well, we’ll see how you feel,” he said. “If you start to feel really sick, we’ll have our answer and we’ll give you medicine.”

After coming home and eating our pizza, my tiredness, alongside my full stomach, overtook me, and I fell asleep. When I woke up from a bizarre dream, I realized how cold, achy, and tired I was. Charlie felt my head and observed that I was feeling very hot. He took into consideration how cold his body temperature was and placed the tympanic thermometer from the bathroom into my ear. I was 100 degrees Fahrenheit on the dot, a definite fever.

He presented me with medicine and he carried me upstairs, where I fell asleep once more. When I woke up from even more odd dreams, my fever had increased to almost 103 degrees. I had developed a headache and chest discomfort. I went to the bathroom due to an odd sensation in my stomach, and I realized what it was once I was done.

“Charlie,” I called weakly to the hallway. “I have diarrhea too!”

“Well, all of this is most unfortunate,” Charlie sighed. “We should call the doctor and he can figure out what’s wrong.”

He got on the landline and contacted the local doctor. I ended up with an appointment that day at three. Charlie helped me change into the clothes I wore yesterday, and he helped me rebraid my hair. When we arrived 30 minutes later, there was only a few other people in the doctor’s office. I was the second person to be called. After a quick checkup and a quick talk with the nurse about my symptoms, the doctor walked in five minutes later and concluded I had the flu.

“Flu season’s in fall and winter,” he said. “It peaks between December and February, but it can run even as late as now. It happens sometimes, someone has it and you just catch it. It’s pesky influenza, you can get it at anytime.” He turned to Charlie. “That elderberry medicine was good thinking. Keep giving her that so it will help her immune system. I also recommend Vitamin C, so orange juice is a good drink idea. Here’s an antiviral prescription.” He gave the paper to Charlie. “I’ll call the pharmacy, you’ll be able to pick it up in a few hours.” He turned back to me. “In the meantime, you just take lots of rest and stay hydrated, especially with your diarrhea. Since your stomach might be upset, you should eat lighter things like crackers.” He chuckled and smiled, saying, “I assume you know all this, however, given you are in the medical field yourself.”

I nodded, laughing as best I could. “I don’t work as a nurse now since moving here, but at anytime, if I do need to work, I think this would be a good place.”

He beamed. “Absolutely! I’m glad you think so! You seem like the person we’d like on board. But you focus on your health first.”

After leaving, Charlie took me home, where I switched into my pajamas and cuddled up with some of my ponies (Razzaroo, Minty, Wysteria, Sweetberry, Cotton Candy, Sunny Daze, Sparkleworks, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Kimono), Kuchi Kopi (who glowed a comforting green), and my stuffed Totoro on the couch.

“I’ll make you some soup,” Charlie said. “You want some Progresso rice soup with Taco Bell sauce?”

“Just like when I was a kid,” I smiled. “Yes. Can you put in A Charming Birthday so I can watch something small for a little bit?”

He put in the pony VHS tape and went into the kitchen. The soup was done and I had adjusted myself on the couch. He also presented me with orange juice in a glass and ice. I ate my soup and drank my OJ carefully while Charlie turned on the news again once the twenty minute short was over. The culprit from yesterday had been caught, so there was no need to worry about him on the loose anymore. Other than that, the news became annoying, so I asked Charlie if we could watch a movie.

“Could we watch My Neighbor Totoro?” I asked.

“What is that?” He looked puzzled.

“It’s one of the movies I brought. It’s from the 80’s, animated, and from Japan.”

He looked at the clock. “Let me get your medicine. I’ll have to get it in about fifteen minutes, and you know it takes ten minutes to get to town. Finish your soup while I’m gone and I’ll make you some hot chocolate upon my return.”

I nodded, changed the channel to Two Broke Girls, and we exchanged a kiss before he left once more. I had finished my soup almost ten minutes later and my stomach felt slightly upset (not the fault of the food, it had to have just been my stomach being in the state it was in). I weakly stumbled upstairs, chills hitting my aching body without my blanket, and did my business in some discomfort. I did my best to clean myself up with painfilled muscles. I felt clean and wrapped up what I needed to do. The lilac smell of the soap and the warm water I was using to clean my hands up smelled and felt refreshingly pleasant on my ill body.

I snuggled with my toys when I returned downstairs and chuckled at Caroline and Max’s antics to get more money until Charlie returned home. I took my medicine (including the elderberry medicine he gave me yesterday) and he made me hot chocolate, alongside a plate of crackers. He put in the Totoro DVD and I anticipated seeing the serene and beautiful world associated with Studio Ghibli movies. I was snuggled up with Charlie and had my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

“Are you feeling any better?” He asked.

“Physically, no, but emotionally, yes.”

“I’ve never seen this movie before. How good is it?”

“Very. It’s comforting, light hearted, and filled with lots of innocence and imagination.”

He smiled. “Hmm, seems like it’s right up my alley. I’m intrigued.” He picked up the case. “What is a Totoro?”

“He’s a forest spirit. He’s a mix between a cat, owl, and raccoon. You’ll like him, he’s a gentle giant.”

We watched the entire movie, the two of us making side comments every now and then, and Charlie loved every minute of it. By the time the famous ending credits serenaded, I was ready for a nap. Charlie turned it to Ghost Adventures reruns. I desperately wanted to stay awake, but I knew by then I couldn’t. I didn’t mind too much because I knew I had all of their episodes on DVD. I warned Charlie I might fall asleep.

“That’s fine,” he said, kissing my forehead. “This is just so you have something you like to lull you to sleep. I might take a nap myself.”

Within minutes, I fell asleep and had vivid dreams inspired by the movie (something about it raining and Totoro roaring and flying in the night sky while I was roaming around a gorgeous forest). When I woke up, I needed water. I went into the kitchen and downed as much as I could. Charlie woke up a few minutes later. I had to go to the bathroom again and Charlie helped me this time.

“I feel very sweaty and gross,” I sighed.

“You want a warm bubble bath?” He asked.

“You’d give me one?”

“Of course.”

I slipped my pajamas off and he filled the clawfoot bathtub with warm water and and sparkly white bubbles. He made it smell like two soaps called Cosmic RainbowBerries and Old Fashioned Flowers. Once again, my cold, achy body felt exposed, but stepping into the soapy water melted it away. The scent was amazing, and his firm and gentle hands cleaning my weak body made me sigh in pure content. He unbraided my hair and I embraced every moment of his nails and fingers working their way through my scalp. All the while, he was softly humming “Put Your Head On My Shoulder.”

Once I was all clean, he wrapped me in a soft towel as quick as he could so I would not freeze while he dealt with the tub. I picked out a long and soft nightgown with strawberries on it and thigh high flowered socks. I wandered back into the bathroom so he could blow dry my hair and rebraid it.

“Why look at you! You smell as clean as a spring flower! Perhaps the first rose in the meadow? Fitting for your name, dear!”

I laughed and hugged him. “I certainly feel like one thanks to you.”

When we returned downstairs, he began making chili for me, and I decided to play some Call of Duty Zombies. I took more medicine before I played and drank more water as I did. After eating it, talking with Charlie about various things, and snuggling up with him while playing, sleepiness took over again. By the time I went down from running out of options and being surrounded by the undead, I was about to fall asleep on Charlie’s lap, controller still in hand.

“I think, my darling, it’s time for you to find a more comfortable place for your head,” he coyly teased. “And as I would consider myself a gentleman first and foremost, I would certainly rather have my lady comfortable in a bed rather than my lap.”

I lifted up and rubbed my eyes. “Ugh, you’re right, my fever might be getting a tiny bit high again because it’s night. Sorry, baby.”

He kissed my cheek. “No, no, it’s quite alright. You are correct your fever might be higher now. Let’s head to bed.”

We turned everything off, I put my ponies (with the exception of a random three of Minty, Pinkie Pie, and Rainbow Dash) and Totoro back where they belonged, but I held onto Kuchi Kopi. He carried me to bed as I snuggled with my toys and blanket in his arms. I set my ponies and Kuchi Kopi near the lamp on my side of the bed. I brushed my teeth, went to the bathroom one more time (but not to deal with my stomach, luckily, that would maybe be saved for the morning), cleaned off my glasses, and hopped into bed. Charlie has brought up my glass of water and set it near my lamp as well. He turned off the light and left us with the comforting white hallway light and Kuchi Kopi from beside me. We snuggled into bed under the covers and I held onto him.

“Thank you for taking care of me today and helping me every step of the way,” I kissed him on the cheek.

“Of course, my dear, anything for you. I know you’d do the same for me... well, if I could get sick, but I don’t, hence why I was able to take care of you to the extent I could without fearing exposure. But even if I wasn’t a vampire and could get ill, I’d still take care of you.”

“Awww, sugarpop ,” I kissed him again. “I wouldn’t want you to get sick. I wouldn’t force you to do it. I’m not even forcing you now.”

“I would anyways, and you know this.” He rested his chin on my scalp.

“You are the sweetest man alive, you know that?”

“And you are the sweetest girl alive. Once you are feeling better, would you like to visit the children? I am sure they would love to see their stepmother all healthy and well.”

“I’d love that, and we could make pillow forts, eat cookies and oatmeal, drink hot cocoa and watch Totoro together...” My eyes fluttered just at the thought and my body sunk into his.

“They would love that deeply,” he agreed. “I admit, in some ways, those two little girls in that movie remind me of my own Millie and Lorrie. I think they’d relate to their sisterly bond.”

“Mmmhmmm...” I snuggled closer to him, about to drift off.

“Good night, mignon,” he whispered. “I love you.”

“Good night... I love you too...” I mumbled.

We both fell into deep sleep. It had been a rough two days feeling as ill as I did, and I knew the next few days would be the same, but I had Charlie by my side to help take care of me. And that would make all the difference.

#nos4a2 #charlie manx #charles manx #nos4a2 charlie

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veethewriter · 3 years

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Hey! I was hoping I could get a Haikyū!! Matchup! If not that’s totally fine!

I’m 19, gender confused but mostly feminine, bi with a stronger male lean, and a sensitive cancer.

Appearance: I’m 5”4’ (162.56 cm), I have short wavy brown hair that goes to my shoulders, some green on the tips from my last horrible hairstyle. I have emerald green eyes and prominent cheek bones, chubby cheeks, and freckles that cover my cheeks, nose, and eyelids. I have a hourglass body, sunken hips, small butt, ham thighs cause that’s where all the fat goes from the junk I eat, and a small chest. I have sunspots that spread randomly along my arms, backs of my hands, back, and a bit below my chest. Along with stretch marks on my thighs that I’m a bit self conscious about. I have a few piercings on my ears, one on my tongue, and getting some on my face.

Personality: I’m an ambervert, shy at first but I slowly break out of my shell on my own. I stick with my friends and try to have their backs when I know their in the right, but if their in the wrong I will back up the other person but be supper shy and shaky about it. I put others before myself, wanting others to be happy even if I’m getting hurt. I’m scared to lose people even if they hurt me, I can’t just drop someone easily so I get hurt a lot to keep the mentality that they are a good person and didn’t mean to hurt me. When a line has been crossed I will allow myself to talk to others about it and 9 times out of 10 they tell me to leave them and with a bit of convincing and crying I finally do. I don’t like to be made fun of when it’s not by my partner during a specific time not gonna talk about it and if I do get picked on I will try to change myself to be better for them even if they didn’t mean it. So reading pure angst is hard but hurt to comfort is fine.

Interests: Baking, I like to bake for people if it means I can see them smiling and eating. Reading, a break from reality, in front of a window, fireplace, or in bed, wrapped in a blanket, warm drink, cuddles, and some snacks playing lofi or classical music softly in the background is pure magic. Ice scatting, the beautiful winter scenery, the romance when with your s/o, the laughter and smiles from others, cuddles after your done and possibly hot coco or tea when your done just to cuddle with a good book? Sign me up! Driving, beautiful scenery, away from stress, leaving the house for a bit, clearing your mind. Gaming, it’s just fun lol. Watching movies, I’m a sucker for a comedy or horror movie, comedy’s are funny and a good laugh while horror gets the blood pumping, adrenaline going, and the suspense is amazing! Supernatural stuff, extraterrestrial life could exist in space, ghosts and demons I believe are real, witchcraft in my opinion is real, you get the idea.

How I am in a relationship: I put them first, their needs come first, I’m second place, they are my everything. I will support their interests, their dreams, ambitions, and their needs to get there. If they had a long day I will get them a warm bath ready, make dinner to the best of my ability, massage them if their stressed, cradle them in my arms and whisper about how amazing they are, hum softly, or if they prefer silence I will stay silent. I will try to calmly get them to take a break if they are pushing their limits too much, and if they snap I’ll remind myself that they are stressed and didn’t mean it, I refuse to snap back or raise my voice at my s/o unless I’m laughing or were playing around. I don’t get jealous easily, unless the other person/people are touching them and my s/o is touching back then I may gay a bit antsy but I know I’m theirs and their mine so I keep to myself so I don’t upset them, but I will get involved if they seem to need my help or if things go way too far. I listen to what my s/o has to say when they need to say stuff, listening and taking mental notes. I will change myself to be better for them if they ask, I won’t voice my opinion and I will keep to myself. I will let it be known that I have a s/o if I’m being flirted with and will voice my discomfort if the other person tries to advance basically calling my s/o to help me because I’m too shy to tell the other to go away.

Sorry I know it’s long-

It's okay and of course you can have a matchup!! I ship you with yama!! (Actually the longer your info is the more I will probably write so this one might be long).

You and yama meet at school, tsuki was sick that day and wasn't at lunch, he saw you sitting by your self so he asked you nervously if he could sit with you. When you said yes he set next to you and started eating while talking to you every once and a while. After lunch was over you asked yama for his number saying you wanted to hang out more. Yama happily gave you his number and you called him a few days later asking if he wanted to come over and do a movie marathon.

He came over, you got the snacks while you let him pick the movie however yama knows you like horror movies so he decided to play those (even tho he doesn't like them). During the movie he got scared, he's scared to admit it tho because he doesn't want you to think he's a wimp. However when you see that he's scared, you hold his hand and smile at him, telling him that it's okay (he blushes and thanks you).

That's when he starts to like like you, he eventually confesses to you after a while, he confessed to you while you two were cooking with each other. You told him you felt the same way and asked if he wanted to go on a date. He said that he wanted to but he also wanted to know if he could plan the first one. For your first date yama took you too a big library that had most of the books you liked and they also had a little snack area. So yama made the two of you lunch to have there while you both read.

Yama loves that you support him in volleyball ball and also loves to support you in whatever you do, yama shows his love to you by giving you small gifts here and there. Yama loves how much you take care of him and his needs but he wants to help you to, to show how much he loves you. Yama tends to get a bit upset when people flirt with you but won't say anything until he know your uncomfortable than he'll step in.

Yama doesn't mind that your into witch craft and the supernatural, he actually thinks it really cool (he'll also be super curious about it but doesn't know how to tell you). Yama loves to cuddle with you while you read or watch a movie (most of the time his head will be in your lap while you mess with his hair and read). Yama never really gets mad so when you two do a cure its rare and probably about him having to go somewhere for volleyball (he always feels guilty about this and will apologize almost immediately). Yama may be shy but if you want something for him he will give it to you or at least try too.

#submission #hq yamaguchi #haikyuu matchups #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu yamaguchi #yamaguchi x reader #short writing #fanfaction #haikyuu fanfiction

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Made For Him

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26818468/chapters/66040222

Chapter 4 : Disharmony

The two of us sat in silence for a bit, drinking in the sounds of nature. Me more so than Shoto, who was undoubtedly enjoying the sensation of my fingers running through his hair. To this day my mind could not understand why he dyed it but nonetheless went with it. To be honest it looked good on him. Him and his two-colored eyes. We sat on Yua’s porch watching our group of friends and family play, get dirty, and wrestle through the dirt. I loved each and every one of them in their own way. That included the older people in our ‘family’. Thinking about this family brought my mind to the many unanswered questions I still had.

What exactly are we?

Why is everything a secret?

What is it that lingers around and tugs at me?

Am I crazy?

Living in Washington, let alone a town so close to the border of Canada it was 50 percent forest and more beyond the United States border and mostly protected by laws – laws that forbade many from trespassing on certain lands or deforesting. I never understood the importance of that until recently, the forests were our home. We were woodland people if anyone had to label us. I never understood why part of that many questions deal. We stayed away from the towns and people mostly. We’ve lived here in Spokane since we came to America.

In my time here I did notice many things, people steered clear of us. The other kids rarely spoke to us. We were labeled weird and barbaric for living in the woods and surviving the way we do. I’d like to think we were normal….mostly. We lived like anyone else, shopped for food, hunted for the winter, used furs to help warm us along with some luxuries. We just kept to ourselves. Like a tribe. Or a pack.

“Izuku…”

My mind raced, dark green bunnies zipping about on my life and questions that I barely heard the words that came from my best friend.

“Earth to Izuku.”

I took a breath and pulled my hand from his hair and looked down at him. “Sorry, mind bunnies.”

“I see that. What is going on in that head of yours?” He said as he turned slightly toward me.

“Would you believe me if I said absolutely nothing?”

“No.” Shoto deadpanned.

Sighing I tugged the blanket around myself and up to my chin. “You know, we’ve been here for a long time.”

“And?”

“I’m just saying. Anyway, it’s been what eleven years.” I said softly through the fabric while looking out at the slowly dimming light. Aizawa would most likely want me safely inside the house, and he would probably call Yua just for kicks to make sure I was home. “No one has changed.”

Shoto paused in his motion of attempting to get up and let his eyes shift toward me.

There was a long pause that made something in my head sound an alarm.

Something was not right.

“Change?” he asked. “Change as in personality-wise or what? We don’t need to change who we are or what we do because here we are a family. We look after one another. Why change?”

Smooth Shoto Todoroki, real smooth.

“Yeah…” I agreed knowing full well he detoured the true meaning behind my statement earlier.

“Come on, worrywart. Let’s get you inside.” Shoto stated as he turned and lifted himself to his feet. He offered a hand to help me from my comfortable spot and sadly I took it mourning the warmth and comfort that I had at that very moment. Letting the blanket slip from around me ungracefully, I shoved it back into the chair and allowed Shoto to pull me towards him and ultimately toward the door.

“Aww look at you being a good babysitter. You brought me back home right at curfew.” I taunted. “I’m sure if you sit and give paw, you’ll get treats.”

Shoto just stared at me while I had gotten my keys out and had them in the door ready to open it. “Forget Aizawa and his issues,” Shoto said as he moved away from me with a small smirk on his lips. “You’re lucky I let you live past childhood.”

A snort gracefully slipped out of me, or as gracefully as a snort could. Before I could say anything Shoto swatted my backside and took off, off the porch, and along the path toward his family’s house. His agility to this day confuses me and makes me a little uneasy. Shaking my head I opened the door and walked in, toeing my shoes off at the front. The house Yua and I lived in was designed similar to a traditional Japanese house. Well at least on the inside. Shoes off at the genkan.

“Hang your jacket up!” Yua’s voice floated through the house from the kitchen. Her senses always amazed me, her knack for knowing who was in the house or what was going on was unreal, but hey I guess that is a mom thing. What’s funny is that I had been seconds away from just tossing my jacket either on the floor or on a chair.

Making my way to the kitchen I spotted the mother-to-be, or already mother… I don’t even know anymore. She was creating a concoction of things. Taking a sniff, I could smell a weird mix. “Onions, peaches, chocolate, noodles…” I paused watched her add pickle juice while she had a cookie shoved in her mouth. “I’m ordering take out.”

“Awww Izu, you don’t want some?”

I looked on in horror, surveying the dishes and chopped vegetables on the counter and the other empty containers. “Nope.” I declared. “You and your craving have just created a monster sickness in my stomach.”

Yua giggled and shrugged while she attended her…whatever it was.

“Where’s the beef?”

With all the weird craving this woman had, there was always meat involved. Beef usually, ground and made into the perfect meatballs, or shredded and sprinkled over something. I swear the baby was a carnivorous beast and it made its mother eat weird nasty meat concoctions. Ah, the price of motherhood. Those dark, fuzzy, hopping creatures were back in my brain. Lately, weird things had been happening when it came to Yua, her abdomen would swelling and something it looked like the baby was having a party in there, other times her abdomen would be a normal size for someone who was as pregnant as she was. I had thought to ask but assumed it would go into the pile of unanswered questions.

“Hey.” Yua touched my chin. “I’m going to be okay.” I wondered briefly when I had zoned out long enough for her to waddle herself toward me.

“Mind reader.” It was like this woman knew me so well that my thought never escaped her.

Yua just smiled and pulled away from me with her hand pulled up into fists, like she was ready to throw a punch. “I’m a fighter, besides I’m just pregnant not…”

“I know…”

I didn’t want to think of anything happening to the one person aside from Aizawa that helped nurture me and raise me. For an orphaned child she has never met, Yua had given up being anything normal and risen to the plate of motherhood. She gave me a home and made sure of our places in this family. She stood up to many people when it came to me and my mischief, Aizawa included. You know I think that was why we were together like this because Aizawa saw her love and care and willingness to fight for someone she knew nothing about.

“You’re gonna be okay.” I whispered to myself, hoping that if repeated enough I would believe it. That if said enough like prayer, it would be true. Pregnancies are difficult, sometimes women die in childbirth. Especially if the family was insistent on home birth, those were difficult if there were complications.

Shut up brain.

“Alistair?” Changing the subject was the best considering where my brain decided to go. Stupid bunnies making my train of thought run wild. Yua’s husband, the man she left Japan for. He usually was glued to her side, never one to leave for fear of something happening. Hence the fear instilled into me. Besides, Yua could cook and he never missed her meals. Even if I was not fond of the man, he just gave me weird vibes, his absence was a bit strange to me.

“He won’t be home tonight.” She said as she waddled back and forth in the kitchen, messing with her mixture of food. “Try this.”

Having let the mind bunnies free to dash and hop I realized too late that I took the bite offer. I had regrets, major regrets. Never again was I allowing this woman to feed me. Her food, I wanted no part of any longer. “Disgusting!” I had spit it out in the trash and proceeded to drown my mouth with anything sugary to get the taste out of my mouth.

“Hmmm…” she said and spooned a portion into her mouth. “Your loss, I guess.”

I gagged and proceeded to take large gulps of the soda I had opened. “I’m gonna throw up.”

Yua shrugged and proceeded with her project. At this point there was no other word for it, the food was a project made for the science fair. It was a concoction made of pure pregnant evil.

“I swear, if I didn’t know you, I’d say you were evil.”

“Then you don’t know me very well.” She said as she took another spoonful.

“Yeah, on that note.” I left the kitchen in search of the takeout menus we had stashed somewhere for when Shoto and I had those boring nights of video games and crap talk. “Alistair isn’t home, even though he’s like your guard dog. Aizawa has given me a curfew and gave me babysitters. You’re messing around with me in hopes of distracting me from asking questions.” I yelled as I dug through the side table drawer in the living room. “What’s going on?”

Yua’s form appeared in the entryway of the kitchen leading toward the dining and living area. “Izuku, do me a favor. Stay out of it.” Her expression was one of pleading and I turned away from her face to look at the now found menus.

There was silence on my end. I couldn’t stay out of this, it involved me. I’m part of this family. I deserve to know.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you would.” She sighed. “I’m stressed, Izu, I don’t think this is good for me so please.”

My eyes widened and I looked at her then. She struck where it hurt, my care, and worry for her. “You’re gonna be fine.” I repeated my statement from earlier. “Besides telling me to stay out of it, makes me want to know even more. It obviously must be big, and it involves this family. I am part of this family.”

Yua didn’t respond. Not a word. I couldn’t read her expression and at that moment, deep down I knew this was far bigger than I expected.

#MadeForHim #ao3fic #ao3 writer #BNHA fic #BAKUDEKU #izuku mydoria #shoto torodoki #katsuki bakugo #Shouta Aizawa #werewolf au #Bakugo and Midoriya #lovestory #supernatural myths #japanese myths #werewolves turn into actual wolves #BABIES #ILOVETHEM #chapter 4

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Prophecy - Chapter Twelve

hello!!! sorry this took an entire month to get out! life has been manic recently, but finally here is chapter 12! i’m not sure how i feel about this one but i wanted to get it out so as always thoughts and opinions are welcome! enjoy!

Prophecy Masterlist wc; 2966

Seonghwa was not impressed at your sudden arrival, dropping the book in his hands and creasing his immaculate black uniform as he jumped back in fright.

"What are you doing!?" He screeched at the three of you, a clumsy pile of limbs on the floor of his study. In fact, he had screamed so loudly that the king himself came barreling through the doors with panic written all over his face.

"Oh." Hongjoong rolls his eyes at the sight of you, Wooyoung and Yeosang clambering over each other like an energetic litter of puppies. "It's you."

"Nice to see you too, your majesty." Yeosang mocks, managing to escape from the cluster of bodies and stand up, brushing dirt and dust from his clothes whilst you try and wrestle Wooyoung off you.

"Can you explain why you've just... appeared in my office!?" Seonghwa shrieks. He's clutching at his chest, eyes still blown wide in fright. So much for the intimidating kingsguard you know and love.

Yeosang sighs and runs a hand over his face, up through his platinum hair before he settles for picking the dirt from underneath his fingernails. Something he only does when he's stressed, you've noticed. His eyes, shocking cobalt blue flicker between You and Wooyoung (now standing), Hongjoong and Seonghwa.

Why was he so nervous?

"We ran into a spot of trouble," The mage begins to explain, avoiding the steely gaze of the king. "Wooyoung here, our astrologer, was already targeted by a bunch of witch hunters when we recruited his help. We managed around a week or so of work on the prophecy-"

"Where?" Hongjoong barks. "This pathetic tale of woe means nothing to me unless you provide any evidence, mage. That is what i employed you to do, after all."

Yeosang flushes a furious red and anger flashes up inside you. People spoke to the mage in any manner they fancies, and Yeosang had never let it bother him, until now. You'd never seen him like this; shoulders hunched in humiliation, eyes darting across the room nervously as he plays with his fingers and the hem of his shirt.

You hated it.

But you say nothing, instead keeping your mouth quiet and gently grasping the sleeve of Wooyoung's white, billowy shirt and watching Yeosang embarrass himself in front of the king.

"We were attacked, twice." The elf speaks up. "We gathered as much work as we could before we left my home, but we were ambushed at Yeosang's house too."

"Ambushed?" The king echoed. "By whom?"

"We'll talk about that later," Yeosang mutters, throwing a look in your direction which thankfully, you don't catch. "I apologise for disturbing you at the castle, but this was the first place I could think of where would be safe."

Yeosang looks over to Seonghwa, who had regained his physical composure, but still looked a little spooked in the eyes.

Hongjoong stood before you, glaring between the three of you as he thought over his options.

"Let me examine the work you've done so far." He demands suddenly. "Then I shall decide what to do with you."

"What about me?" You pipe up, correct in your assumption that there's absolutely no way the king would let you help.

He dismisses you with a wave of his hand. "Explore the castle, the grounds, whatever, I don't care. Just don't make a mess or disturb my staff."

After retrieving all the wads and rolls of parchments from your pockets and socks, Hongjoong leads Yeosang, Seonghwa and Wooyoung out of the office and down the hall, presumably to his own study upstairs.

You figure that perhaps the gardens would be a good place to look around. Maybe you'd find Hongjoong's queen wandering amoungst the flowers, barefoot and clad in a snowy, flowing dress. Or maybe your own royal fantasies were merging too much with reality. You didn't even know if Hongjoong had a queen. You doubt that anybody would be able to put up with his obnoxious, bossy personality, let alone marry him.

Still, you skip down the steps and stroll mindlessly throughout the castle trying to find a door that leads you outside. Eventually, you come across the kitchen, where you find somebody ransacking the contents of the cupboards.

"Are you a thief?" You ask loudly, scaring the burglar in the process, who ends up dropping the loaf of bread he was attempting to stuff up his shirt.

"No!" He declares, and whips around to plead his innocence. "I work here!"

He's a giant, lanky young man, with a cloud of red hair covering most of his eyes. His pointy nose and plush lips are gentle and youthful , a total opposite to his sheer height and narrow eyes.

"If you work here, why are you stealing?"

"I was hungry." He pouts, dropping his shoulders a little in the shame of being caught.

"I won't tell if you share." You offer, which he immediately accepts, tearing the loaf in half and handing it out to you from one of his massive hands.

"I'm Mingi by the way," he says through a mouthful of bread, spraying crumbs all over the kitchen tiles. "I'm the king's bard."

"Iris." you reply simply, and take a bite out of your own hunk of bread. "You're a bard? What's that?"

Mingi strides past you, out of the kitchen and back the way you came in and you decide you have no other choice but to follow him like a lost child.

He turns left and shoves a slightly ajar wooden door open with the sole of his freshly polished boot, flying down the steps and you have a hard time keeping up with him.

"I entertain the king's guests," he explains as he takes you down more stairs. "Balls, parties, celebrations, I simply play the lute and sing for the people."

"Do you enjoy it?"

Mingi blushes almost as deep a red as his hair and stops at a huge, iron gate.

"I'm not a very good singer, so I tried another technique, where I speak words incredibly fast but keeping to a rhythm and a beat. But the king doesn't allow me to do it in company, so I just stick to the lute."

"What do you call this... speaking very fast technique?" you question.

The bard's eyes light up at your reply, the poor boy not used to somebody taking interest in his passion.

"I call it rapping!" he grins. "It's a name in progress, though!" you can't help but reciprocate Mingi's wide smile, finding his child-like excitement endearing.

He unlatches the gate and motions for you to go ahead, shutting the gate behind him and pointing towards the gorgeous gardens in front of you.

"This garden is the king's pride and joy," Mingi says. You reach out brush your fingers against flowers and foliage that you've never seen before. Sunny yellows and ocean blues stretch out as far as your eyes can see, with lush greens entwined within each and and every pot and planter in the area. He leads you to the center of the garden, to a circular planter filled to the brim with icy white and soft pink flowers.

"These are carnations," he says gently. "after the king's mother died, he ordered the gardener to plant an entire box full of them."

"It's very beautiful." you nod.

"Carnations, particularly pink ones, symbolize a mother's love. And the white ones mean innocence and pure love." Mingi smiles warmly. "Nobody loved the queen as much as her only son, her death struck him terribly."

You could only find it in you to nod again. The sudden impact of the hidden, emotional meaning behind the centerpiece weighing down on you heavily. A mother's love is entirely different from any other feeling in the world, you guessed.

"The first winter after the king had them planted, we expected the flowers to die as a result of the harsh weather, but they didn't. In fact, these petals are the same as when they were planted all those years ago. The king would never admit it to anyone, but he thinks her love is still present in the castle, and it radiates so strongly it refuses to let the flowers die."

"What do you think?" you ask quietly. Mingi looks up at you from his crouching position by the planter.

"It doesn't matter what I think. It gives the king great comfort, so who am I to challenge that?"

"Yeah," you frown. "You're right."

"Iris! There you are! I've been looking for you for ages!" You snap your attention to the gate and see Wooyoung charging towards you, waving his arm so frantically that you think it might tear off.

Wooyoung stands beside you, about to reach out to clasp your shoulder before he notices Mingi's crouched figure on the ground.

"Who are you?" The elf asks, in an almost protective way.

The bard stands up, displaying his much bigger height advantage over the two of you, and you stifle a laugh as you feel Wooyoung shrink beside you.

But the innocent Mingi offers his hand out to the astrologer and bursts out his kindly smile.

"I'm Mingi!" He and Wooyoung shake hands briefly, Wooyoung taken aback from the bard's warm demeanor. "I'd best go, I have lute practice soon and the king would have my head if I missed it again, he doesn't really approve of San and I stealing his swords and playfighting with them, especially when I have lute practice... See you later!"

The tall red-head rushes off up the cobbled path towards the gate, and you watch him hurtle back up the castle steps before he disappears inside completely.

"Watch out for him," Wooyoung sniffs. "I don't like the way he looks at you."

"Looks at me?" you scoff. "And what exactly do you mean by that?"

"He- He looks at you like you're a piece of meat."

"No he does not!" you splutter, feeling the heat rise up on your cheeks. "Besides, even if he did it has nothing to do with you, Wooyoung!"

You manage to keep your glare fixed on him, shocked and somewhat mortified that he brought that up with you. His amethyst eyes burn into your own and there's silence between you for a few, long moments. He's the first to break eye contact, glancing towards the castle with his tongue in his cheek, before he turns back to you with a new found air of calm.

"I came to tell you that Hongjoong is letting us stay here, in the castle while we finish conducting our research."

"Really?! That's great-"

"The only problem is," Wooyoung interrupts you. "There's only two rooms available, and Yeosang called dibs on the single."

"What does that mean, Wooyoung?" you demand dangerously, gritting your teeth and balling your fists, because if he says what you think he's about to say then-

"We have to share a room."

Gods help you.

"Please tell me... please tell me there are two beds."

"What? Yes of course there's two beds."

"Great!" you yell sarcastically. "Any other wonderful news you have to tell me?"

"Yes actually, there is one more thing."

"And what would that be?"

"Hongjoong says that because we're technically residents of the castle for the foreseeable future, we have to attend the ball in a few weeks time."

"Attend the what!?"

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"The Ball?" Hongjoong repeats cooly, "What about it?"

"I refuse to attend." You turn your nose up at him, having barged into his private quarters with Wooyoung trailing behind you, nursing a bleeding nose (courtesy of yours truly).

"I'm afraid you simply have no choice, Iris." The king sighs and shrugs on his tawny furred coat. "It's my Ball, you live in my castle, so I decide who attends, and who doesn't. Do I make myself clear?"

"But-"

"I said, Do I make myself clear?" Hongjoong's knees are bent slightly so he's directly face to face with you and his tone replicates that of an adult talking to a child they've just caught misbehaving.

You stay quiet, keeping your mouth closed and shooting Hongjoong an angry stare instead.

"Good." He says patronisingly, even ruffling your hair before he casually exits the room.

"Maybe the Ball will be fun?" Wooyoung tries, shrugging a little and keeping a distance from you, the dull ache in his nose a stark reminder not to piss you off anymore.

"I doubt it." you sigh, and with a final huff, you too march out of the room and make a beeline for the garden you and Mingi were sat in earlier in the day.

To the same garden that occupied your thoughts as you lay awake in bed that night, Wooyoung's deep breathing on the other side of the room. You couldn't get the image of a heartbroken, young Hongjoong out of your mind. You imagined him ordering the gardener around, organising his own pattern of pink and white carnations the exact way he wanted in order to commemorate his late mother.

At times, you didn't know what to make of Hongjoong and his hot and cold personality; he could be incredibly harsh and unforgiving, but kind and merciful in the same breath, and it was confusing. But you supposed even the most cruel people could still feel love. You wondered if Mingi had ever loved anyone. A girlfriend? His music? The people that he worked with? After all, there are many different types of love; romantic, familial, platonic, the list goes on. And what about Yeosang? Did he have parents who showered him with affection? Was he married before he became a recluse in his stunning little shack? Did everybody feel love?

"Wooyoung?" you blurt out suddenly in the darkness.

"Yes?" He replies almost immediately, making you jump in your skin.

"Have you ever felt love?"

The elf remains silent for a few moments before speaking, and you hear him turn over onto his side to face you.

"Once. I was in love, and I thought they were in love with me too."

"You thought?" you whisper.

"Yes. It turned out they had used me for my skills, for my work. It was so long ago now that I can hardly remember, but we lived together in a kingdom not too far from here. One morning, I woke up to find they were gone. No note, no hint as to where they might be. So I waited. I waited and waited for them to return for weeks."

"And then what happened?" You voice had reduced to barely a whisper, speaking so lightly as if even the quietest of sounds could shatter the heavy air in the room.

"About a month or so after they had disappeared, the kingdom guards tried to arrest me. They had turned me in to them, claiming that I was plotting against the kingdom, and of course all they had to do was to take one look at an elf and that was enough grounds to declare me guilty." You caught the way Wooyoung's voice cracked at he finished his sentence, and you felt your own heart shatter.

"I'm so sorry, Woo. That's awful."

"It was so long ago now, but the pain doesn't disappear, it just gets easier to deal with."

After a few moments deliberating, you slip out of bed and pad over to Wooyoung's.

"Are you okay?" you ask him gently.

"I'm fine." He replies dryly, but you don't miss the sniffle or the tear rolling down his cheek and how it glistens in the moonlight filtering in through the window.

Which is why you shove lightly at his shoulder to make him move over, and you crawl in beside him. You wrap your arms around his torso and bury your face into his chest. He freezes momentarily, before pulling you close and frowning into your hair.

"Don't get used to this." You deadpan. "I'm only doing this because you're sad."

Wooyoung chuckles and you can feel it rumble in his chest against your head. The two of you lay in silence and admittedly, it's nice. He exudes a warmth and a comfort you hadn't noticed before now, and the way his hand lays gently on the back of your head is soothing. It breaks your heart how somebody could have their entire world destroyed and still show compassion and affection.

"What about you?" The elf whispers softly. "Have you ever felt love?"

You shake your head.

"No. I hadn't really been shown kindness either, up until I met Yeosang."

"What about your parents?"

"I-" You inhale deeply and screw your eyes shut; you hadn't told anybody about your previous life, who you used to be. In a way, you liked the separation between the two different versions of you. This one was worth something, actually meant something to people whilst the older version of you was just... there.

"I didn't know my parents." You answer. "I grew up in an orphange, and I would steal from the local market in order to survive."

Wooyoung says nothing, just lays there running his palm up and down your back.

"That was how I ended up here, actually. I got caught stealing, and my only option was to get in a boat and row off as far as I could. Then I ran into that giant storm and- well, you know the rest."

"Does Yeosang know this?"

You shake your head once more.

"I didn't want him to think less of me, for doing the things I did. I- I have a purpose thanks to him, I don't want to let him down and show him I'm less than what I am now." Tears threaten to pour out of your eyes, so you bury your face deeper into Wooyoung's shirt.

"He wouldn't think any less of you for that, Iris. I'm sure of it. He cares a great deal about you, you know. I think he'd rather give his own life over yours." The elf begins to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear over and over again, creating a calming pattern that makes your eyes slide closed.

"Go to sleep," he whispers. "You must be exhausted."

And so you do, feeling the most loved you've ever felt.

Chapter Thirteen

#ateez au #medieval!ateez #hongjoong #seonghwa #yeosang #yunho #jongho #san #mingi #wooyoung #retroateez #ateez #wooyoung im sorry

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The secret magic hides

Okay, i’m trying to start writing a sanders sides fanfiction set in a fantasy au! This is the first chapter and i hope someone will enjoy ittt

Chapter 1

Logan breathed in and out a few times. The air around him felt clean and pure, so different from the heavy, smell-filled air he was used to breathing in the city that surrounded the castle where he lived. The wind sang in the trees, bothering some tiny pixies and some squirrels who scattered in different directions, running away from their hideouts in favor of new ones, less exposed to the cold winter breeze that accompanied the first lights of the day. Unlike those creatures, Logan enjoyed the pungent sensation the cold left on his naked arms: it made him more aware of himself and his surroundings, ready to answer every external stimulus.

"Would you hurry up, Logan?" Janus' voice arrived sharp and imperative. Logan smiled softly without showing his teeth: his brother was covered head to toes in a heavy coat that made him look even smaller than what he actually was, the light cotton gloves he usually wore had been replaced by warm wool gloves that wrapped his hands tightly and a big scarf was covering half of his face. "I'm literally freezing here" he continued with an accusatory tone in his voice.

"That's an improper use of the term literally …"

"Yeah well, I'm about to if you keep taking this fucking long between spells"

Logan made a face at Janus, about to lecture him for his language, but the flick of impatience in Janus' left snake-like eye made him change his mind. Instead, Logan concentrated on the other side of the glade and finally let the magic flow out allowing it to take him there. Everything became a blur for a couple of seconds and then he found himself where he was looking at just seconds sooner while a bluish fog slowly disappeared around him.

"Finally!" Janus exclaimed ironically while materializing next to him. Logan shook his head, still smiling "You know I need time with these kinds of spells" "You need too much time for me to wait for you in the cold cold winter" he shivered as a new and stronger gust of cold wind passed through them. "Why didn't we stay at the castle anyways?" he then asked while rubbing his hands one against the other. Logan stayed silent for some time, contemplating whether telling Janus his reasoning was a good idea or not. Cons: they would have started an articulated fight on their father's way to rule the kingdom and their lives (especially Janus') and no pros in the near future.

"All that loud pondering in your brain only helps me being more suspicious" Janus interrupted his train of thoughts. Logan instinctively shook his head, like he was trying to get his brother outside of his brain, knowing full well that that's not how it worked. After all, that power, that magic was the only reason Janus was alive: when Logan's father, king of Mageia, brought him home, back when they were four or five, he immediately made it clear that a half-blooded child like him, son of a warlock and a fairy, could only find a reason to be alive in the power that his parents' union granted him: the ability to control and reading minds, a kind of magic that was thought to be extinct in centuries. Janus understood that lesson very easily and as soon as his powers showed up he polished and perfected his magic, soon reaching the same level other great warlocks and witches had before him.

All that training obviously made trying to escape his grasp impossible and he never held back on using it on his brother too.

"Are you still disconcerted by our upcoming mission in the Other Land?" Janus insisted, trying to get an answer out of Logan.

Other Land was the common name used by the people in Mageia to refer to Dasos: a land where most of the fairies went living after the great war for power that ran for eons between the two kingdoms. The war was long and consuming: many races of magical animals and plants had been extinct, populations had been eradicated (including mind-manipulators warlocks and witches), so many people remained without a house, a family and the ones that left had so much fear in them that that feeling still resonated in the new generation. The peace between the Kingdoms was rather new: it ascended to a couple of years before Logan's birth and it resulted in nothing tangible. The two lands still lived separated one from the other, both politically and ideologically: it was rather hard to see someone coming from the border searching for a new life or fortune that they would have never found due to the heavy discrimination and hatred that filled the majority of the land. Contacts between the two land's rulers had been interrupted since the peace treaty but that solution made the economy stagnate and the people's morale worsened and worsened… so the two kingdoms finally decided to reconnect using the new generation: Logan and Janus, and the princes of Dasos. They were supposed to mitigate a conflict that had caused centuries of pain in weeks, months if they were lucky, and Logan found that reasoning absolutely illogical. No one knew what exactly was expected of them, not even the kings and the queen that orchestrated the meeting nor a plan was being formed and every attempt Logan made to try and push the matter to his father's attention was simply shut down or redirected.

"Logan?" Janus' sharp tone brought him back to reality "Are you okay? You're very pale"

Logan slowly nodded, starting to feel dizzy "It's probably just the materialization spell." he said mid-voice trying to recover his balance.

"We should go back to the castle then" Janus stated "They are probably almost done anyways and you need time to recover from this dizziness before doing a much larger jump" he offered his arm to Logan, who gladly accepted it with a thankful smile. They started walking at a rather sustained paste but not too fast. Logan mentally calculated the length of their short travel: the town was half an hour away from the glade they trained in and their horses were waiting at the doors of the city so they would have been home in an hour maximum… that left Janus a lot of time to dig his brain out or to interrogate him about the travel they were about to make.

"You are absolutely right," Janus said to Logan, answering his thoughts "And if you don't want to talk I'll make you anyways so start singing"

"I wouldn't talk about such important topic singing: it's inappropriate and useless" Logan answered promptly "And besides that, you already know what I think of our father's idea: it's dangerous and the lack of preparation that has been done on our side will surely be seen as a lack of respect in the regards of Dasos and his rulers." Logan made a short pause to let Janus take the floor if he wanted to but he nodded in his direction, silently asking him to continue his speech. "Also, even if we have some information –even if all war-related- to the king and queen, we still don't know anything about their sons except that they are twins. How are we supposed to gain their trust if we don't know a thing about them?" he concluded, waiting for an answer from his brother.

Janus looked at him while still walking "I don't think we should worry about that", he said after a while.

Logan frowned surprised "And why is that exactly?" "We are not the only ones that have to gain the trust of the other reign. Father doesn't think we should do the work because they asked first and I agree with him: I don't think it was our job to come prepared to their land" Janus explained deadpanned.

Logan shook his head. They had that conversation at least ten times since their father told them about their staying in Dasos and he never managed to change Janus' mind. "We said yes to their request, Janus: that implies a common effort of both parts in trying to restore peace between the kingdoms. Our lack of effort will be interpreted as a claim to power and the very foundation of this meeting would result useless." Janus let a cold chuckle out of his mouth when Logan finished talking "Trust me brother, you truly are overthinking this". Logan decided it was best not to retaliate: it would have only caused more stress and led to a useless conversation that wouldn't have changed anything. But he did pace up, using his renewed strength, leaving his brother a couple of steps behind him which caused him to laugh wholeheartedly.

After some time they finally arrived at the doors of the cities where their horses were waiting for them, calmly ruminating on the green grass around them. Janus and Logan approached the two stallions with familiarity and affection that was immediately reciprocated.

"Good boy Aletheia," Janus said softly petting the brown coat of his horse "You waited so long, didn't you? But I couldn't bring you into the forest with me, you understand that right?" The horse nodded elegantly perfectly understanding what Janus was telling him. That race of magical horses was pretty much extinct and the majority lived in Dasos anyways: they didn't have powers or wings but, if they grew up with their owners, they only understood them and the ones that they trusted alone which made them perfect in war and they overall were good company. Of course, the wild ones acted like normal horses and it was very difficult to form a connection with them once they grew up. Logan and Janus had been lucky enough that the royal family used to breed them since before the war even if there were still very little left due to how many were used during battles. The muzzle of Logan's horse on his hand brought him back to the present, distracting his brain from all those thoughts of death and destruction.

"I missed you too Fos" he murmured to the stallion while he petted his white muzzle.

A couple of moments went by as the two prepared the horses for the ride back to the castle. Logan still didn't want to talk to Janus and he didn't mind the silence anyways… but when they were on their horses, ready to ride home, everything felt more real to him, the burden of their mission started feeling more like a threat. A threat to him, his brother, the honor of his family, his people. A heavy weight settled on top of his chest, making it harder to breathe, his vision started to get blurry and a few tears fell down his eyes on to his glasses. He felt a hand resting on his head, messing with his hair and from only that touch Janus felt safer.

"Stop using your powers on me" Logan scolded his brother mid-voice.

"Either this or you have a panic attack" Janus answered while continuing his spell "Also I'm just clearing your mind so that I'm sure you can hear me" he paused, waiting for Logan to take a few deep breaths, then he continued talking with a tone that almost sounded like a lullaby "We are going to do this together brother: we are safe. Keep breathing, there you go. You are safe. You are safe and we are going to fucking kill this, okay?"

Logan rolled his eyes, but he nodded vigorously, feeling a bit better. They got down from the horses and took some more time to let him fully recover, time spent picking up a few berries to reward the patience of the two stallions. After a bit, Logan felt much better, he had time to rationalize his fear and came to the conclusion that Janus was right: even if the first few days might have been bad, they would find a way to connect with the other two princes, or at the very least to not be hated by them. They got on their horses and finally rode towards the castle.

They ended up by arriving just in time: they separated in the hall where both of their rooms were to take the few luggage they already prepared and sprinted down to the stables to take back Aletheia and Fos and go to the front of the castle where the king was already waiting for them, a disappointed look on his face.

"You arrived just in time," he said deadpanned "I expected you at least half an hour earlier"

"We are sorry father," Logan said, with the same tone the king used "We got held back in the forest"

The king pondered for a few seconds if a scold was needed and then decided to not waste any more time "Get to the portal, they're about to open it" Janus and Logan were about to leave with a small bow when the king spoke again "And boys" he said looking them dead in the eyes "Do not disappoint me" he stated to then leave them to their duty.

Logan looked at Janus. The human side of his face was paler than usual, his eyes were wide open and his hands were fidgeting with his long coat. Logan put his hands on his brother's shoulder "We are safe" he mocked him. Janus scoffed nervously but looked back at him with a tiny smile on his face.

They nodded to one another and started walking to the portal

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Mike and Will are fooling in the snow one night after an evening out with the Party. Will is laughing really hard after throwing a snowball at Mike, his nose and cheeks red from the cold, his short brown hair a mess from under his wool cap, he's so breathtakingly beautiful. Mike is so, so in love with this amazing boy. He knows Will is IT for him. He can see them together 50, 60 years from now. ("I love you, you giant dork." Eskimo kisses are always the best under the snow.)

“Catch you on the flip side!” Lucas shouts to the others as he gathers his bike from the Wheeler garage and sets himself to head back home.

“See ya tomorrow, Lucas,” Mike replies warmly, tucking his gloved hands into his jacket pocket with a chilled shiver. Dustin pats him on the back and heads over to grab his bike as well.

“You two take care tonight, alright?” he says once he’s wheeled himself in front of the curb where Mike and Will stand side by side. “Tomorrow is gonna be amazing.”

Will rolls his eyes and Mike can’t help the smile on his face at the sight. “You always hype up your campaigns but it’s just an excuse to help Mike level up faster.”

Dustin sends him an affronted look. “Hey! Mike should be thanking me for making sure he’s not a drag for you and Lucas. He’s always losing so many hit points every time he steps three units to the left.”

“I don’t lose that many!”

“You nearly died touching the juice of a poisonous berry, Mike.” Will reminds him. “Not even eating it, just touching it. You need the XP points; it’d just be nice if someone here didn’t play favorites while helping you.”

“You are really one to talk about picking favorites, Byers.” Dustin motions to Mike with both hands in an exaggeratory fashion. “Look at him. Your favorite.”

“He’s not!”

“I’m not?” Mike puts a hand to his chest with a gasp. “All this time, I thought being your friend since kindergarten made me your favorite.”

“You’re my favorite first friend.”

“The only one I hope.”

Will grins and slips his arm around Mike’s. “Sorry to tell you that Dustin and I actually met long before we did.”

“Mike, we did no such thing. I didn’t even know you until 4th grade; tell him to stop lying. Will, stop before you make him beat me up with an irrelevant speech of a rant.”

“I won’t beat you up,” Mike rolls his eyes but pulls Will closer to him. Will giggles and leans into the embrace. “Maybe just scare you a little by spending the next twenty minutes being the devil’s advocate and explain why The Breakfast Club is the worst movie to grace this earth.”

Dustin gapes. “You’re a horrible best friend; I hope you know that, Mike.”

Will cackles against Mike’s arm and Mike looks down at him with a smile, always so happy to see Will grinning and, in general, happy given everything that’s come to pass in the past few years. Dustin kicks up snow toward the two before laughing and giving them each a goodbye before biking down the street back to his house.

This leaves Will and Mike alone at the curb, which is nothing new, but this is the first time they are left alone like this as a couple. That’s still such a wild concept for Mike to accept but to be fair, it’s still only been a few hours since they went official. Will’s tucked into his shoulder a bit more, staring out at the snowflakes falling from above. Mike wants to go inside where it’s much warmer but a snowflake lands on Will’s red nose and he goes cross-eyed trying to look at it and Mike’s heart hurts so much.

“You wanna spend a few playing in the snow before it gets too cold?” Mike asks, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible with his question.

Will perks excitedly. “Yeah! Let’s try to make a snowman on the lawn and see if it lasts into the morning.”

The shorter boy untangles himself from Mike’s arms and bounds toward the snow piling up in the yard. Mike is a little slow to follow, breath caught in his throat as he watches Will start piling up snow to pack into a sphere. He’s dressed for winter to the nines; neck draped with a scarf, hair half buried under his wool cap, fingers covered with gloves that are getting wet from his ministrations. Mike takes a second to soak this moment in, how he gets to think back on this moment not as ‘that time I built a snowman with my best friend’ but as ‘the first time I built a snowman with my boyfriend’ and that thought brings a flood of heat to Mike’s freckled cheeks.

He shakes his head and follows Will’s imprinted steps in the snow to help him roll the base sphere. They manage to work together to build the first two snowballs for the snowman in relative piece, sneaking in small nudges and quick shy glances whenever they pass each other by. Mike feels brave for a moment and presses his lips to Will’s cold cheek when they pause for a moment after getting the second sphere on top of the bottom one. Will giggles and playfully shoves at Mike but his eyes are glowing and Mike thinks tonight can most definitely be labeled as the best night of his life.

Mike turns to focus on the last sphere for the snowman, distractedly packing snow into a tight ball when he feels sloshing cold ice smack him on the back. He yelps, tripping over a snow pile he had created during his task, and stumbles across the lawn trying his best not to faceplant from the force of it all. At the sound of loud laughter, Mike flips around to glare at the offender, but finds all words caught in his throat at the sight before him.

Simply put, Will is breathtakingly beautiful. He’s laughing at Mike, cackling and doubled over with a hand to his stomach as he bellows into the night. His cheeks and nose are rosy red from a mixture of the cold and his buoyant laughter, his hair is a disordered mess under his snow-covered hat, his eyes are scrunched tight with pure joy as he laughs and snowflakes settle on his lush lashes, and Mike…Mike is so in love with this boy.

It hits him like a freight train, the intensity of the love Mike has for Will, and he knows right then and there that Will is it for him. No one else can fill his heart with such unadulterated love like Will does. No one else can ever compare and he was a fool to think otherwise for so long. Tonight is so special, tonight is the night Mike knows he can see him with no one else but Will. He can imagine a scenario 50 years in the future where he’s watching the first snowfall of winter as he sits next to Will on their porch holding hands and remembering this particular day. He can’t imagine what he’ll do later in life but he knows that it wouldn’t be his life without Will at his side.

Will’s concerned now, his laughter subsiding as he takes in Mike’s stricken and silent posture. “Are you okay, Mike?” he asks, rushing over to take Mike’s face in his hands. “I didn’t mean to shock you so much.”

The shock of cold wet gloves to his face brings Mike’s thoughts to the present and he looks down at Will with probably the biggest heart eyes he could muster. Will flushes but manages a shy smile as his gloved thumb rubs against Mike’s cheek. “I’m fine,” Mike replies softly, “just thinking about how much I love you, you giant dork.”

It’s only been a few hours since they started officially dating–despite the fact Mike feels like he’s been dating Will for most his life to a degree–and maybe for others it would be too soon to say something as important and emotionally dramatic as I love you, but Mike’s loved Will since before he knew how to read more than a letter at a time. Mike loving Will isn’t news. It’s not shocking. It’s not overly dramatic. It just is.

And Will’s face lights up like the street lights after 6 PM and Mike really cannot stress it enough, he’s so in love and he gets to say it aloud to Will whenever he wants to instead of wallowing in the emotions by himself. “I love you, too,” Will mutters softly, so gentle like the gloved fingers caressing Mike’s cheeks. He’s a little more shy with saying it even though he’s the one who ultimately asked Mike out.

Mike smiles and leans down to chastely kiss Will’s forehead. He lets his lips linger for a moment before pulling away to press his forehead to Will’s. They stare into each other’s moonlit eyes, raven brown against hazel green, and Mike hopes Will can read his mind like this because he can’t put his feelings into words right now but this is sunshine after a rainy day with a double rainbow reflected in the lingering droplets in the moist air. This is the taste of a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie that’s still chewy and the chocolate is hot enough to melt in your mouth. This is the conclusion to a story he never thought he’d receive or deserve. This is everything.

Mike’s eyes hood over and he parts his lips just the slightest as his eyes trail down to Will’s pink ones. Will too starts to close his eyes, leaning up to close the gap between them as desired. Mike takes his hands to Will’s waist, tight and shaking and oh god, he’s kissing his very first friend, his longest friend, his best friend turned boyfriend, for the first time and he might die from how hard his heart is thumping in his chest. His nose is smashed against Will’s cheek and his neck strains a little from the angle but it’s so perfect tasting the snow on Will’s lips and feeling Will’s lashes against his face as he’s breathing in Will’s warmth.

Will pulls away with a chuckle, eyelids fluttering as a goofy smile drapes itself across his kiss-plush lips. Mike wants to kiss Will again and again if he looks this gorgeous every time. Instead, Mike tilts his head enough to rub his nose against Will’s own. He can feel Will’s breath against his lips and it makes him smile, too. They hold each other’s hands between themselves, fingers twined and wet and cold but nothing matters in comparison to the happiness spread throughout their bodies at every point they’re connected.

This night will go down in Mike’s memory as ‘the first night of many with the love of my life’ and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

#yams answers #yams writes #byler #byeler #anon #this was SO CUTE #i love cute snow shit #fam it's the BEST #my heart is so softtt #wow im really SOFT for these two!!#otp: palaric #prompt? complete

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