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ssamie · 3 years

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four. BUNNY

suna rintaro x fem! mitsuri reader

(kny x hq)

warnings: spelling mistakes, 3k+ words, italicized words/ sentences are her thoughts, mitsuri’s hair+eye color was used.

gen masterlist. sakura mochi.

"where's suna-kun?" she murmured to herself as she walked through the campus towards the gym. she hummed a sweet melody as she looked around the area, hoping to spot the brunette.

she had her 'volleyball notebook', as she calls it, in her hand, briefly skimming through the pages. while the other, holds a bag containing snacks for the team

"y/n." a voice calls out. she turned around to face the person, a look of confusion etched on her features as she stared at the unfamiliar girl infront of her

"hello..?" she murmurs out with a bashful flush on her cheeks

the girl merely squints her eyes at her and scoffs. "so is it true that you're with miya-senpai?" the girl asked

y/n chuckled sheepishly as her pale green eyes scanned their surroundings, trying to look for an excuse to walk away from the girl "um no...? which miya?" she asked with a smile

"both of them, duh!" the girl rolled her eyes "hmp! i bet you're just trying to get in their pants anyways"

y/n was very confused. she simply stared at the girl while she went on and on about the miya twins. "um.. what?" she mumbled out, still clueless as she shuffled on her spot

"ugh! stop playin' dumb with me" the girl hissed out "i bet this ain't even your natural hair. this is probably to gain their attention, ain't it?!"

her hand subconsciously went straight to her two-toned hair, grazing her fingers on the long soft strands. "but...what's wrong with my hair?" she muttered out with a frown

"absolutely nothing." another voice, much more deeper and suave, cut in.

"ah, suna-kun!" the girl squeaked out. it was almost comical how fast her mood and attitude had flipped the moment suna walked in. the unknown girl was now twirling her hair with her fingers as she sends the middle blocker a flirty wave

"eh..?" y/n hums out in confusion

she looked at the girl's flirty gestures, then at suna's deadpan expression. suna didn't mind her and simply looked back down at y/n.

"oh, suna-kun! are you busy?" the girl asked with a giggle as she stepped into his field of view "cuz you should come with me! i'll treat ya to some food!" the girl suggested

y/n squinted her eyes at them, her brows knitting together as she studied the girl even further.

'ah, i get it!' she thought to herself. she slapped her fist upon her palm as her eyes widen in realisation.

'she's trying to flirt with suna-kun!' she thought with a huff

'wait- she's trying to flirt with SUNA-KUN?? but i already claimed him as my future husband!'

she grumbled under her breath as she slithered closer to suna's tall frame. she wordlessly clutched his arm as she stared the girl down with such intensity. she put up the scariest glare she could muster as she silently hissed at her in her mind

"i- why are you looking at me like that?!" the girl shrieked as she pointed a finger to y/n's face

"like what?" she asked with a smile as she kept her eyes trained on the girl. her pale green eyes bore through the girl's skull as veins pop out from her temple. her pupils formed into slits as a sweet smile grazed her lips.

'thank you, obanai for your snake-like glaring tutorials!' she exclaimed gleefully in her head

the male hashira had formerly taught her how to intimidate people with her eyes. though it was mainly to ward off boys, he never mentioned it couldn't be used against girls.

"let's go" suna said with a yawn as he walked away, grabbing the paper bag from y/n's hands as he does so "oh, okay!" she replied with a smile as she happily skipped towards him

the pair walked off, leaving the unknown girl confused and disturbed from the nasty glare she had received.

"ahh, that girl was quite pretty now that it think about it.." y/n mumbled as she looked back at the girl. suna scoffed as he side-eyed her. "yer saying that after she insulted you to yer face?"

"well.. i think she was just confused" she reasoned "she thought the twins were my boyfriends"

suddenly the same aloof and menacing look in her eyes came back as she clenched her fists "but she was saying some pretty flirty things to you, suna-kun! you shouldn't entertain her! she might break your heart and make you cry! love is strong enough to kill people, you know!"

suna chuckled in amusement as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, eyeing her down with a smirk as he nodded

"whatever ya say, bunny" he mused

she froze in her tracks as she hastily fussed over the nickname. her arms waved around in panic as a bright red hue covered her entire face "b-bunny?!" she shrieked out

'suna-kun called me bunny?! is that a good thing??' she panicked 'bunnies are cute right?? so it must be a good thing'

'but what if he secretly despises bunnies?? then that would mean he'd hate me??'

she shuffled around flusteredly as she covered her face with her long braided hair "yep. that's yer nickname now." suna responded with a smirk "wahh! no one's ever given me a nickname before!!" she squeaked out with a shaky smile

suna snickered and took stolen pictures as she went back into a frenzy. he kept the teasing comments flowing, only to rile her up even more. he went to his gallery and showed her a picture of herself. she didn't look bad or anything. she simply had her pink and green hair styled as bunny ears.

he scrolled through his camera roll, showing a succession of osamu and atsumu spraying an ungodly amount of hairspray to keep her hair upright.

"how did you get that?!" she squeaked out in embarrassment as she covered her eyes with her hair "tsumu sent em to me" suna snickered "dont worry, none of em are blackmailing material worthy" suna said with a sigh

he had reassured her, thought it almost seemed like he was disappointed he didn't get any bad and scarring pictures of her.

"i see.." she replied. she walked quietly beside him, her heart pounding in nervousness as she thought of a way to make conversation

"um.. are you hungry?" she asks him "i made the team some snacks so you could eat your share now.." suna shakes his head lightly and yawned " 'm not hungry, 'm sleepy" he murmured

she hummed thoughtfully, puffing up her cheeks as she looked down at her 'volleyball notebook' "i can convince kita-san to let you rest if you need me to" she offered with a soft smile as they stopped by the gym doors

suna blinked at her before shaking his head. "no.. don't worry about it" he refused. he wanted oh so badly to agree. suna knew kita would bend and break if she were to ask him, but he couldn't bring himself to use her for his leisure.

"oi! suna, what're ya doin with y/n-chan, hm?!" atsumu exclaimed as he ran over to drag the girl inside "ya better not be flirtin' with her" the blonde glared at the middle blocker as he eyed him up and down

"i wasn't. jesus fuckin christ" suna grumbled in annoyance "actually, you should be the one thanking me, tsum-tsum" suna mused with an eye roll "one of your fangirls were giving y/n some trouble"

atsumu gasped dramatically as he wrapped his arms around the girl. "oh no! y/n-chan! ya didn't get bullied or anythin' right?!"

"i'll curb stomp 'em all if they mess with ya!" atsumu exclaimed "i don't care if they're girls or not!"

"oh.. you probably shouldn't curb stomp people" she replied as she patted atsumu's back reassuringly "but i appreciate it, tsumu-kun!" she beamed

she grinned happily as she clasped her hands together in delight. "in return, if anyone messes with any of you, i'll stab them!" she exclaimed gleefully

the boys sweat drop, gulping nervously as they let out a hesitant laugh. "y/n, im pretty sure stabbing people is much worse than curb stomping them. please don't do that" ginjima said to her

"you're right.." she muttered, her shoulders slumping dejectedly as she thought of another method. "i should cut their head off instead." she exclaimed with a bright smile

"no-"

"suna-kun~ suna-kun~ suna-kun~" she chanted happily as she skipped towards the boy. his broad back was facing her as he laid on the bench, using his jacket as a pillow.

"suna-kun! i got you some- oh." she cut herself off upon seeing him asleep.

his eyes were closed, and his chest was gently moving up and down due to his steady breath. she leaned in closer to get a good look of his sleeping face, blushing to herself as she shakily reaches out to poke his cheek.

though before she could touch him, he rolled over, flipping his body to face upwards, causing the phone in his hand to slip off. she quickly caught it, not wanting him to wake up to a broken phone, and set it on the floor beside his bag.

'suna-kun looks so cute when he's sleeping..' she thought to herself

'WAJGASHH he looks so soft and tranquil! if i knew he'd look this cute, i would've brought him a whole bed during practice!!'

"hngg" he whined quietly in his sleep. she quickly snapped out of her thoughts and turned to him, frowning upon seeing the discomfort present in his features.

"e-eh?? what is it, suna-kun?" she whispered worriedly to his sleeping figure

suna didn't respond, obviously. he simply rolled his head around, trying to reach the jacket which was slowly falling off the bench.

"oh.. does your head hurt?" she asked him as she carefully lifted his head up. she hesitantly sat down and laid his head down on her lap, patting down his unruly hair gently as she peered down at him

she clasped her beating chest, blushing heavily as various thoughts and scenerios flooded her mind "t-this is fine.." she reassured herself

she shakily opened the bento containing nothing but mochi and started eating her nervousness away.

almost twenty minutes had passed, and it seems that suna was still sleeping like a rock. absolutely lifeless, and could probably be mistaken as a corpse.

"suna-kun.. you need to wake up now" she cooed at him as she poked his forehead, hoping to wake him from his slumber "suna-kun~ suna-kun~ suna-... oh" she stopped with a sigh

suna had rolled over, smushing the side of his face against her thighs as he softly snored away. "suna-kun" she called out once again. this time, poking his cheek as she chomps on a mochi

"hngg" suna groans "what"

"you gotta wake up now" she said "kita-san might need your help in cleaning up"

"later" suna answered mindlessly before almost instantly falling back to sleep "you've been asleep the majority of practice, suna-kun" she said with a sigh

"is my lap really that comfortable, that you don't wanna get up" she said jokingly with a chuckle "hmm, yeah" suna murmured, mindlessly nuzzling into the soft skin of her thighs-

wait. hold on. pause.

his eyes bursts open, and immediately landed on her lap, which he had been unknowingly laying on the whole time. he slowly turned his body, facing her with wide eyes and pursed lips.

"y/n." he said

"yes?" she hummed back in reply

"i need to take a breather." suna huffed out as he sat up, softly massaging his temples as he stared out into nothingness.

"suna-kun, are you okay?" she asked in curiosity as she watched him mumble to himself

he took in one last breath of air before nodding, "im good" he said. he felt for his pockets, trying to find his phone, only to come up empty handed. "where's my phone?" he asked, though there was a sense of distress and urgency in his tone.

"y/n..?" he asked in a hopeful tone"i put it down by your bag since it almost fell and broke a while ago" she answered with a smile

suna swore he had seen wings coming out of her, right then and there. he had found an angel, that's for sure. "thank you" he said with a small smile

he bent down to pick it up, only to find it laying on a weird angle, and the charger barely hanging on from the port. although, props to her. the phone had fully charged thanks to his deemed angel.

"oh- uh- i tried to charge it for you too.. but it was too far away and i had to do it without waking you so.." she mumbled bashfully

"y/n.." he mumbled, looking up at her with his usual deadpan expression. except his eyes were quite literally sparkling and his mouth was slightly gaping in astonishment

"???" she stared back at him with a confused smile, blinking dumbly as she gave him a thumbs up in return

"y/n-san, the twins are calling for you" kita said to her as he walked past them. the captain was carrying one of the dirty volleyballs, most likely on his way to clean them.

"they're fighting and want you there to judge their opposing arguments." he explained. suna quickly dashed off with his phone in hand, wasting no time in recording the said fight.

"ah, a-alright?" she sweatdropped

as she walked towards the twins, she was not so surprised as she saw osamu pinning atsumu down on the ground. osamu was gripping his twin by his collar, aggressively shaking him as he yelled out curses and insults

atsumu was no better. seeing as he was kicking around under his twin, his hands pushing on his brother's face and chest, as he yelled out his own variety of insults.

"this is why mom doesnt fucking love you!" osamu hissed out

"fuck you, samu! as if mom didn't want ya outta her house two nights ago!" atsumu hissed back

"oh yeah?!" osamu scoffed "well, yer crappy personality's why y/n favors me, ya pig!"

"ha?!" atsumu exclaimed in offense "you?! since when has y/n fuckin favoured you?!" atsumu scowled at him "since when did she say that?!"

"last night!" osamu countered

"dont talk likE YA FUCKED HER, YOU SWINE!" atsumu growled at him as he pushed osamu back

"i nevER FUCKIN SAID THAT, YOU PERVERTED COW!" osamu snarled

"this is getting heated" aran commented as he watched them. though, he didn't really make any effort to stop them. he simply watched quietly, silently nodding and cheering along from time to time.

"y/n-chan!" ginjima exclaimed with a breath of relief "can ya stop 'em?!"

"eh? me??" she blinked dumbfoundedly at them as she pointed to herself "i don't think so.." she mumbled out "what do you want me to do?" she asked

"just- stop them!" ginjima exclaimed "please??"

"uh, okay" she agreed upon hearing his desperate plea. she walked cautiously towards them, stopping a few feet away as she thought of what could be a tactic to ease them down

'so do i just.. hit them?' she thought cluelessly

'no, that would probably hurt..' she shook her head worriedly

'but then again.. when has that ever failed to work!' she thought gleefully as she recounted all the times zenitsu had been hit and slapped by sanemi for him to stop crying

so she then skipped over to them with a smile, tapping their shoulders to gain their attention. "huh?" the twins mutter as they look back at her

"hehe, night-night~" she cooed with a sickly sweet smile

she then abruptly slammed her hand on their nape, chopping on their pressure point quite harshly with an unreasonable amount of force. she watched as their eyes roll to the back of their heads, and for their limbs to go limp, making them fall back as they slipped into unconsciousness.

"ah, it worked!" she cheered happily as she caught them in her arms

"ginjima-kun, i did it!" she faced him with an accomplished smile

she skipped towards the boy, carrying the twins along with her as she looked up at him expectantly.

cough cough. headpats. cough cough.

ginjima gaped at her, before putting on a hesitant grin and petting her on the head "uh- n-nice job, y/n!" he said. she visibly brightened up at the words of affirmation, blushing to herself as she relished on the sweet feeling.

"damn, that was balls" suna sneered "good thing i got it all on video"

"so.. how're they gonna like- do stuff?" aran sweat dropped as he poked on the twins' unconscious bodies "oh, i'll just carry them, then!" she said as she swung their bodies over her shoulder, carrying them like potato sacks

"welp, we'll be off now!" she announced as she waved them goodbye "bye-bye~" she cooed at them

the boys sweat drops as they watched her walk off with a pair of bodies on her shoulders. she looked like she had just fled a murder scene, if anything. "uh should we stop her? she'd probably get questioned hy the police if she walks down the streets looking like that" aran chuckled

suna laughed and shook his head "nah she'll be fine" he said "i'll walk with her" suna announced nonchalantly as he picked up his bag and jacket from the floor

"you?" aran asked back, eyeing him down as if he didn't believe him

"yeah, is it so bad to walk my dear, oh so precious manager home?" suna mused out as he jogged off towards the exit

"is this because of your infatuation?" kita butted in "wha- no!" suna sighed in exasperation "im just walkin' her back, that's all" suna said as he tied his shoes

"anyways, see ya" he nodded at them before running off towards the girl

the boys shrug it off, each of them going back to their own thing or helping in cleaning. that is, until they heard a fairly loud exclaim saying: "hey, wait for me, bunny!" followed by a loud squeal and variety of incoherent responses. or as they heard it:

"b-bUNNY?! i- SUNA-KUN?! that's me-oh! yes i'll wait- uh skpwjak"

it was then followed by two loud thuds, and a frantic gasp and chains of apology, as well as suna's laughter and occasional snorts "oh my gosh, i dropped them!" she exclaimed as she hastily picked the twins back up

"oh my god" suna snorted "i got that shit on 4k" he nodded in triumph as he replayed the video he had taken

"suna-kun, please help me!"

"nah. just leave 'em there."

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starryeyes-darkestnights · 3 years

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Wicked Game

Part 4 of We Dance Together Now

An O’Knutzy au where Leo and Logan are still playing for the Lions, but Finn is a musician/grad student they met by chance on a roadie to Montreal.

Here are the first few parts!

Part 1 - Jingle Bell Rock

Part 2 - This City

Part 3 - Shut Up and Drive

I also stuck this up on AO3, my username there is the same :)

I struggled a LOT with this chapter. I’m still not sure it’s done what I wanted it to do, but I hope it works. And I hope you like it :)

I’m suuuuuper excited for the next one, I’ve had it half-written since I started this fic!

These beautiful characters and their world belong to the incredible @lumosinlove

The songs referenced are My Shot, from Hamilton, and Wicked Game, which has several remixes that could work here, but I was listening to the Yola Recoba version, personally.

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Leo

“Thanks for helping today, Tremz.” Leo leaned against the entry wall and watched Logan slip on his shoes.

“No problem,” Logan looked up at him, his eyes sparkling mischievously, “You needed someone big and strong to carry your boxes up the stairs. Who am I to leave a damsel in distress?” He stood and flexed his biceps.

Leo rolled his eyes and shoved Logan toward the door. He could hear Finn laughing behind him. “Get out.”

Logan looked over his shoulder and grinned. “Your wish is my command, princess.” Leo moved to shove him again, but Logan snatched up his bag and ducked out the door before he could reach him. “You love me!” he yelled as he jogged down the hall. Leo just shook his head at the older boy’s antics and turned the lock behind him before flopping down on the couch with a tired groan.

The three of them had just finished setting up his new room. In Finn’s apartment. Where he lived now. With Finn. He was still wrapping his head around it. It was crazy to think he didn’t have to pack up his stuff and move somewhere else again next week; that he had blankets that hadn’t been slept on by a hundred people before him. Finn was a godsend of a human being.

He was also a walking tornado of a human being, and Leo’s current state of exhaustion was a result of today being a shining example of both of those traits.

Since he’d been living in hotels all year Leo didn’t own any furniture of his own, which meant he had spent his Friday morning going from store to store buying what he needed. Finn had volunteered to drive, and Logan had tagged along too. The two of them had also very kindly volunteered to spend their afternoon helping him build everything. It was very, very nice of them, and Leo had been incredibly grateful for their company, and for their help… at least until they actually started putting things together. It had been funny at first, watching Logan and Finn jump headlong in to building things without taking the time to read the instructions. But the resultant failures had meant that Leo had to unbuild everything they touched, actually read the instructions, and then give them explicit directions on how to put it back together properly. Instead of the few hours Leo had expected to spend on it, the whole thing had taken them until the late evening, and now Leo was exhausted and ready to relax.

He heard Finn wander into the living room after him, and his smiling face appeared over the back of the couch above him. “What’s up, Marigold?”

Leo closed his eyes, trying not to roll them as he let out an exasperated chuckle. “Finn. That is STILL a terrible nickname.”

“It is not.”

“Yes it is. ‘What’s up marigold’ makes no sense. ‘What’s up buttercup’ works because it rhymes.” He opened his eyes back up to emphasize his point. “Marigold does not rhyme. At all.”

Finn just shrugged, pushing himself back up to walk around the couch. “You should have thought of that before you accepted it in the first place.”

“I didn’t accept it! I just gave up trying to argue with you two and- ugh. Never mind.”

“That’s what I thought.” Finn grinned. “Plus, I googled marigolds after that night because I didn’t actually know what they were, and the name suits you.”

“What?” Leo looked at him, curious. “Why?”

Finn’s expression faltered for a second as he lifted Leo’s feet to sit on the other end of the couch. He put them back down in his lap, making Leo’s heart skip a beat. When he spoke again, his voice was a little softer. “Your hair shines like them, in the sun. Golden.”

Leo had to work to keep his face neutral. That was… sweet. And unexpected. Finn was always doing things he didn’t expect.

Before he could think of a response, Finn’s cocky grin was back in place. “Also, calling you marigold makes you grumpy, which, like, never happens, so I’m never giving it up.”

Leo didn’t even try to hide it this time as he rolled his eyes affectionately, lifting his legs and giving Finn a gentle kick with his socked feet. “Whatever,” he laughed. “I’m going to shower. Have you seen that duffel bag Logan brought in? It has all my comfortable clothes.”

Finn just pointed wordlessly to entryway where he and Logan had dumped a few of Leo’s bags, abandoning unpacking them in favour of wreaking utter havoc trying to build his bedroom furniture.

Leo wandered over and grabbed the Lions duffel off the floor, pausing as he lifted it. He didn’t’ remember it being this empty… he unzipped it, suspicious, and sure enough, he found Logan’s training gear inside.

He groaned. “Damn it.”

Finn looked over to him. “What’s wrong?”

“Logan took my bag. This is his stuff.”

“Oh. Shit.” He looked from the bag up to Leo, and then popped up from the couch. “No worries, I have a solution!” he called, jogging toward his bedroom.

Leo, curious yet again, gently put Logan’s bag back down and started to follow. As he reached the corner, Finn popped back out of his room with a pile of clothes in his hands, almost crashing into him as he gave a little squeak.

“Ahh! Oh my god, why are you right there!? You scared the shit out of me. Learn to make noise when you walk.”

Leo chuckled at that, a memory of Logan saying that exact phrase to him the first night they watched Finn play running through his mind. “You and Logan are scarily similar sometimes, you know that?”

“What?” A confused look crossed Finn’s face.

Leo just smiled, and Finn shook his head.

“You know what, never mind. I don’t think I want to know. Here.” He passed Leo a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. “You can sleep in these tonight and we’ll get your stuff from Logan tomorrow. They’re both pretty big on me so I’m hoping they’ll fit you properly.”

Leo, taken aback by the gesture, accepted the pile with a surprised but grateful smile. “Oh. Thank you, Finn. You didn’t have to do that.”

Finn shrugged, his wide brown eyes twinkling. “I know where you live. I’ll get them back.”

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But as Leo pulled the shirt on after his shower, he decided that Finn was not, in fact, getting it back. It was soft. And it smelled like Finn. He breathed in deeply. It was silly, he knew, to cling to this little bit of him- to pretend it was Finn, instead of his clothes, that he was allowed to have. But he was doing it anyway. He could let himself have this little thing. He turned to look in the mirror and let out a surprised snort. “Of course.” He chuckled to himself.

He padded out to the living room, where Fin was still lying on the couch, a book in his hand.

“I thought you were joking about loving the Eagles.” He teased, his mouth quirking up on one side.

Finn sat up and looked over at him, a strange look crossing his face as he took in Leo’s appearance. It was gone before Leo could read into it, replaced with a dramatic showing of mock outrage.

“One does not joke about the Eagles, Leo!” He gestured down at the band logo stretched across Leo’s chest. “That logo is a badge of honour. Wear it with pride.”

Leo just shook his head, amused. “Aye, aye, captain.” He saluted Finn. “Thanks again. I’ll see you in the morning?”

Finn waved goodnight and Leo slipped back into his room, turning off the lights and smiling up at the city lights flickering across the ceiling. His ceiling, now. He chewed on his lip for a second, thinking, before getting back out of bed and walking softly to the living room.

Finn looked up at him when he entered, and whatever Leo had been about to say immediately caught in his throat. The warm lamplight was sending soft shadows across Finn’s features, making his freckles glow against the pale of his skin. He was curled into the corner of the couch, book in his hands and a blanket wrapped around him, and Leo wanted nothing more in that moment than to be there too, cuddled up beside this beautiful boy. His heart pulled in his chest.

He realized he was staring when Finn spoke up and broke the spell. “What’s up, Leo?” his smile was soft, gentle. “Do you need something? Can I get you anything?”

Leo straightened up at that, shaking his head. “No, no. I’m good. Thank you. And I’m sorry, I didn’t want to disturb you, and I won’t keep you, but I just wanted to say thank you. For having me here. You didn’t have to offer up your space, and I appreciate it. It really means a lot.”

Finn closed his book and leaned forward; his expression sincere as he locked eyes with Leo. “I’m just glad you’re happy. You deserve to have a home. I wouldn’t want you to be anywhere else.”

And when Leo went back to his room that night, he fell asleep quickly, breathing in the scent of Finn and, for the first time since he came to this city, finally feeling at home.

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Finn

The next few months passed by quickly for Finn, everything blurring together in an exhausting but happy mess of work and play. He had thought it would be more of a learning curve, sharing his space with Leo after living alone for the past 4 years- and some days it was a bit weird, remembering that there was another person around and he couldn’t just play guitar at 2am, or work through melodies in the shower when Leo was sleeping- but he wouldn’t change it back for anything.

He’d always known he was insanely lucky to live in the apartment he did (his parents had bought it as an investment property when he first moved to Gryffindor- perks of their jobs in real estate). Very few college students had the privilege of even a single spare room, let alone two, and not worrying about needing roommates to pay rent had saved him from needing to share the space with strangers. But it had been lonely.

Now, when he was finished his long day on campus studying, or working on his music, he actually looked forward to going home- even if it was only to meet up with Leo and leave again. After that first celebration he had gone to with Leo and Logan, it had become routine for them to invite him to join them for any dinners or parties that weren’t team-exclusive. He went to every one that he could and had ended up making some pretty good friends in that crowd. In particular, him and Kasey’s girlfriend Natalie had struck up a fun friendship. She was also a musician, and the two of them had gotten together several times over the past few months just to play.

The boys had also asked him to let them know his gig schedule, and they had been there for every single show they weren’t working during. Finn liked having them there, knowing he would have their company as soon as he got off stage. They always had a drink waiting for him, and they usually found somewhere to go dance for the rest of the evening. Logan was always making fun of how Leo used to hate going out, but they danced together often now, and it was one of Finn’s favourite things.

Any nights they didn’t spend working, or with the team, or at one of Finns gigs, they usually spent together just the three of them, squeezed into a booth at Sid’s or lounging around the living room at Finn and Leo’s, playing video games and watching movies. Him and Leo had made the excellent discovery that Pixar movies almost always made Logan cry, though Logan denied it exceptionally violently every time they called him out. It was worth a pillow to the face to be able to tease him though.

Logan stayed over most of those evenings, in the spare room Finn had started thinking of as his. They’d built another bed for him and everything after Finn had woken up the first night he stayed over and seen how cramped he was on the couch. It wasn’t built for hockey players to sleep on and he didn’t like the idea of Logan being uncomfortable. He wanted everyone to feel at home in his place.

Some days it was just Finn and Leo at home, while Logan spent time with the Dumais family. Finn liked those days too. It was nice, hanging out with Leo one on one. The two of them often used the time to do chores, and he had been pleased to find out that they were much more enjoyable with Leo’s company. Grocery shopping with Leo was one of his favourites, riding the cart like a scooter up and down the aisles while Leo picked out everything they needed for dinner, and grabbing all the snacks that he knew Logan liked, so they could always be there when he came by. And he particularly enjoyed coming home and putting things away while Leo cooked, both of them singing along to the radio as the apartment filled with the smells of Leo’s southern recipes.

On quiet nights, he liked wandering into Leo’s room for company, the two of them laying next to each other on Leo’s giant bed and talking about books. One of the first nights he had done that, he had noticed his own t-shirt, the one he had lent Leo his first night, and that had curiously gone missing shortly after, hanging up on Leo’s closet door. Leo had been flustered, apologizing for snagging it from Finn’s clean laundry, and explaining that it was ‘just really comfortable’. Finn had tried very hard to hide the mini heart attack he was sure he was having at the idea of Leo choosing to wear his clothes, and he must have done an alright job of it because Leo continued to steal it often enough that it had just become another routine thing between them. Finn pretended to make fun of Leo for it, but he really liked it. He had taken to folding it and dropping it into Leo’s laundry basket when he wasn’t looking.

The addition of Leo’s warm presence, and of Logan’s fiery, mischievous energy, had made his big, cold apartment feel like home. There was always something happening, and it was never boring- sometimes to an extreme degree when Logan was around. Finn still had scars on his hand from Leo’s 19th birthday in February, when he had let Logan convince him that baking a cake wouldn’t be as difficult as it sounded (‘people do it all the time Finn, how hard can it possibly be?’). He had been wrong, as they discovered when he flipped what should have been a cooked cake upside down over the counter, and it turned out to be just a pan full of very hot batter that went all over Finn’s hands. It had stuck to him like very, very hot glue and the two of them had gone into full panic mode. Luckily, Leo had chosen that moment to come home from lunch with Remus, and he got everything under control. He had been exasperated, and quite concerned, but Finn liked to think he had appreciated their effort. Plus, Logan had felt guilty about it for weeks afterward, which Finn had initially felt bad about but then had started to take advantage of by (very dramatically) requesting him to do more and more ridiculous favours. Logan had stopped feeling guilty somewhere in between the request to build him an entire pillow fort (so he could heal in utmost comfort), and the request to do an interpretive dance to Ice, Ice, Baby (so he could feel like his burned hands were encased in ice).

When they were out of town for games, Finn missed having them around. Everything felt too… empty. But they were constantly in touch via their group chat, Leo sending videos of the cities they explored after games, and Logan sending pictures of Leo looking affectionately annoyed at Logan for dragging him out of the hotel to go and do said exploring. Those videos often included appearances from other Lions, usually making terrible 3 Musketeers jokes about them. On one memorable occasion, James had popped in to compare them to SpongeBob, Patrick, and Squidward. That one had positively delighted Finn, not least because Logan’s reaction to realizing he was the Squidward in that analogy had been gold. James had had to run.

Finn didn’t blame them for joking about it. He knew it was a bit strange, the way that they had become so inseparable, so fast. But he didn’t mind. When he looked at them in those videos—the wild in Logan’s eyes, the calm in Leo’s— he was reminded of how they pulled out the best of both those sides of his own personality. He never felt more like himself than he did with them. *

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Logan

One evening at the end of April, Logan sat sandwiched between Leo and Finn on their living room couch, a steering wheel in his hands. He was deeply focused on steering his car around a particularly dastardly curve when Finn jumped up, knocking Logan’s elbow and sending his character careening off a cliff as he screeched at the TV. “Cheating!! Leo! You’re cheating! Logan! He’s cheating!”

Logan, disgruntled now as he watched himself drop down to last place, just glared up at him. “You knocked me off a cliff. Don’t look at me for sympathy right now.”

Leo just continued playing calmly. “It’s not cheating Finn. I threw a banana at you. If you don’t want to get hit with bananas, don’t drive so close to me.”

“This is insane. Nobody is supposed to be this good at Mario Kart. It’s MARIO KART!” Finn flopped dramatically back down into his spot, groaning. “How have you won every single race?”

“I’m a man of many talents, Finn.”

“This is bullshit.”

Logan snorted, dropping his controller as he crossed the finish line in last place for the 4th time that night. “Says the guy who wins every single round of Halo.”

“Well, if you would stop and think before just picking the biggest bombs and sending your army running headfirst into every battle, maybe you too could win a strategy game.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“You are weirdly good at Halo, Finn.” Leo tossed out. “It’s kind of creepy watching the wheels turn in your head while you play.”

Logan watched, amused, as Finn gasped and glared at Leo in mock offense. “Well then. When the aliens finally invade here and you guys need a team leader to get you through the hordes and into a safe haven, you can find your own general. I’ll be over there helping people who DON’T call me creepy.”

It was Logan’s turn to be offended. “Hey! I didn’t call you creepy.”

Finn considered him for a moment. “Hmm. That’s true.”

He wrapped an arm around Logan’s neck and stuck his tongue out at Leo. “I’ll be over here keeping LOGAN alive, while you get your brains eaten.”

Logan tried to fight back the blush he could feel creeping up his cheeks as Finn’s arm pulled him in. Finn, Logan had discovered, was a very affectionate person, and while his comfort in sharing his personal space had grown on Logan and Leo as well—they were constantly in contact as they shoved together onto the couch—it still made Logan’s pulse pick up every time he felt them close to him.

Leo snorted out a laugh at Finn’s threat as he put down his controller. “I’ll take my chances.” he replied as he stood and stretched, looking out the window at the setting sun. “It’s getting late. Anybody hungry?”

Logan’s stomach actually grumbled out loud at the mention of food.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Leo laughed as he headed out of the living room.

Logan, somewhat reluctantly, pulled himself out of Finn’s hold and followed Leo into the kitchen, plunking himself down on one of the island barstools as Leo started pulling things out of the fridge. Finn disappeared into his room and came back to sit next to Logan a few seconds later, a book in his hand.

“You want to read?” He looked at Logan questioningly.

Logan just nodded at him as he spun around on his stool, slowly relaxing into his seat as the sound of Finn’s voice took over the kitchen, mingling with the sounds of Leo quietly chopping vegetables at the counter next to them.

A few weeks ago, when Leo and Finn were trying to pull him into an argument about book to movie adaptations, Logan had accidentally let it slip that he had never read The Hobbit. The two of them had been borderline offended, which Logan found hilarious, but it had then led to them asking him about other books, and Logan had been forced to admit that not only had he never read The Hobbit, but he had never read any book for fun.

It wasn’t something he liked to talk about, because he always worried it would make him look stupid, but he hated reading. Having to keep his focus on the page, keeping his hands still as they held the book… he just couldn’t handle it. When Leo and Finn had picked up on the fact that it was a sensitive topic, they had dropped it without asking him any more questions, which he had been grateful for. But the two of them still wanted to show him that stories could be fun outside of movie form, and when it became clear that there was no way in hell Logan was picking up a book himself, Finn had come up with a compromise: he would read a book to him. Logan hadn’t been convinced, but he appreciated the thought and figured he could just tune him out if he got bored, so he agreed.

So Finn had read the first chapter of The Hobbit to him and Leo while Leo cooked that night, and, to his surprise, Logan had found himself completely absorbed. It was kind of like listening to a podcast, but with Finn’s intoxicating voice playing all the parts.

It had become a routine after that—Finn reading to them as Leo cooked, and Leo reading to Finn and Logan as they cleaned up after. They always waited for him to read the next part, and it was one of his favourite parts of being at their apartment now. The combination of the sound of Finn’s voice and the smell of Leo’s cooking, made him feel safe.

That evening, Logan was the first to finish eating, and he leaned his chair back away from the table with a satisfied sigh, reaching over to ruffle Leo’s hair from where he was sitting next to him. “Fuck, Knutty, that was amazing. As always.”

Leo smiled back at him, blonde curls now falling over his eyes in a way that was absolutely not adorable. “Thanks, Tremz. I’m glad you guys liked it.”

Finn made a noise at that. “Liked it? Leo, I have genuinely never eaten better in my entire life than I have since you moved in here.”

Well. That provided Logan an excellent segue into his mission for the evening. He let his chair fall back down and folded his hands on the table in front of him. “If that is true, Finn, then I think that you should do something to pay him back.”

Finn looked up from his plate with a mouth full of pasta, brown eyes narrowing suspiciously as he looked between Logan and an amused looking Leo, who had immediately caught on to what Logan was doing. “Oh?”

“Yes. We have a game next Friday, and you’re invited to come. I think that should suffice as payment.”

“Oohh.” Finn plastered on a very fake smile. “That sounds very… interesting. Let me check my schedule and see what I have going on.”

Logan rolled his eyes at Finn’s feigned interest. He had turned down their offers to come to games repeatedly since they had met.

“We have your schedule, idiote. We know you don’t have a show OR an exam. And—” Logan decided to move to his next tactic: guilt, “—you have to come this time. It’s a deciding game for the play-offs. If we lose, you won’t be able to watch us play again until next season.”

“I see.” Finn didn’t look convinced.

“Finn!” Logan tossed his balled-up napkin at him, making him laugh. “You are possibly the only person in this city who would turn down offers to come watch NHL games for free. From the box! MULTIPLE TIMES!”

“I cannot possibly be the only person in this entire city who doesn’t follow hockey.”

When neither Leo nor Logan bothered to respond to that, just continuing to look at him, Finn’s grin fell. He looked uncertain now, and his face turned serious as he looked each of them in the eye. “But… you guys know I support you, right? I follow all your scores and your… game… time, point, things, or whatever online. I even bought a hoodie!”

That was true and it had almost killed Logan the first time he had seen Finn in Lion’s colours. It still made his heart beat faster every time he thought of it. Which wasn’t helping him at the present moment.

Finn sighed. “I just think it’s a waste of a ticket for me to go when I have no idea what is happening. I don’t want to embarrass you guys”

Leo interjected then, pointing his fork at Finn. “First of all, you are never embarrassing. Well, usually not – “

“Fair.” Finn admitted.

Leo shot him a look. “—and not about this, for sure. And second, it’s not a waste of a ticket. We all get to invite our family and friends and stuff this game, and neither Logan’s family nor mine are able to make it. And all of our other friends are either on the team or related to them. So, if you don’t use the ticket, nobody will. Plus,” he set his fork down, his voice gentle, “we want you to come.”

Finn’s face softened, and Logan decided now was time to pull out his Hail Mary. “Also,” he waited until Finn looked over to him, “Natalie’s going to be there. And she already asked us if you were going to come this time.”

He bit back a triumphant smirk as Finn perked up at that. He knew they had him now. Finn and Natalie had hit it off really well the moment they met. So well in fact, that he had almost been jealous. But he wasn’t jealous. Because he had nothing to be jealous of. Finn was just a friend. A friend who was currently living rent-free in his mind wearing that goddamn Lions hoodie, but a friend nonetheless.

Finn pushed his empty plate to the middle of the table. “Well.” His eyes sparkled as he folded his arms and looked between them. “You should have led with that.”

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Finn

One week later, Finn stood against the glass in the team box, cursing himself for agreeing to come to this game. He had never been more stressed in his life, every muscle in his body tense as he watched the puck bounce from player to player in front of Leo’s net. He had a brand-new respect for Leo’s unflappable demeanour. There was no way he could handle being the last stop between the other team and a goal- he was almost having a nervous breakdown just watching. But Leo was in his element: calm, controlled, moving fluidly around his net and mirroring the puck effortlessly. Finn had never seen someone so focused, so intent. When the other team finally took their shot and Leo snatched it out of the air, Finn let out a relieved breath. His heart was going a million miles a minute, just like it had been for the last hour that the game had been tied 1-1. “Oh my god,” he murmured, dropping his face into his hands. “This is so stressful. How do you guys watch this all the time?”

Natalie laughed next to him. “It can be pretty crazy.”

“You look perfectly relaxed.” Finn replied grumpily. It was true. She was much calmer than he was.

“I’m not as calm on the inside. But I have faith in these guys. I know they can win this.” She paused for a second. “It also helps that Kase is benched for this game with his leg. I’m a wreck when he’s in net during important games. Thank God for Leo Knut.”

“Thank God for Leo Knut?” Finn muttered reproachfully in response. His attention was pulled back to the ice as the puck was dropped again, still in their end. “Thank God for Leo Knut my ass, Leo Knut is the reason I might be seeing God soon. I’m going to have a fucking heart attACK! AH!” He shrieked the end of his sentence as one of the Ravenclaw players crashed into Leo, knocking him backwards into a goal post in a way that looked dangerous. His stomach dropped as Leo went down. He shot a panicked look at Natalie. “What the fuck! That can’t be allowed! Is that allowed?!?” He didn’t wait for an answer before looking up at the giant screens above the ice, currently zoomed in on Leo’s determinedly blank face as he slowly pulled his knees back underneath him. He was definitely going to give him a heart attack.

“No.” Natalie looked unhappy. “No, it’s not allowed. But he’s ok, Finn.”

He’s ok. Finn let out a shaky breath. He looked back down to the ice and was watching Leo stand up and reach for a water bottle when, all of a sudden, the crowd started to yell. Confused, he looked back up at the screens. Instead of Leo, there was now a close-up view of Logan, currently with one fist wrapped around the jersey of the player who had slammed into Leo, the other throwing punches.

Finn’s jaw dropped, his heart jumping up to meet it. Logan’s face was fierce. Angry. That energy that always seemed to be coiled around him, simmering just below the surface, was out in full force. His restraints were gone, and holy shit it was beautiful. Seeing those impossibly green eyes flashing dark with passion… it was lighting something on fire inside of Finn.

The other player was half a foot taller than Logan, but Lo had him down on the ice in seconds, spitting angry words in his face as the referees pulled him away. Finn watched Logan skate to the penalty box, swallowing hard as he took in the way his chest was heaving under his jersey. Holy. Fuck.

He felt heat creeping up his neck, and knew his face was going to turn bright red and give him away if he didn’t distract himself immediately. So he forced his attention back down to where the rest of the team was checking on Leo.

Leo. Logan had unleashed in defense of Leo.

Finn felt the now-familiar twist in his chest that sometimes accompanied seeing the two of them together. The feeling that there was something more between them than they were willing to admit.

Thankfully, Natalie mistook the look on his face for concern, and put a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. “It’s fine Finn, Logan fights all the time. He’s not hurt, he’ll be back on the ice in time to play the last three minutes. And Leo’s already ready to keep playing”

Finn just groaned and dropped his face into his hands. “I am never watching another hockey game again.”

It was supposed to be a joke, but five minutes later Finn watched Logan jump out of the penalty box and take off across the ice, dancing between the other players as he stole the puck and shot toward the net with a searing purpose. And when the goal alarm went off and the entire arena jumped to their feet to celebrate- when Logan was tackled by his teammates, and Leo was skating celebratory circles around his net, and Finn could see the smiles radiating off both of them from where he stood- Finn realized that if he ever wanted to be able to keep his friendships with these boys, it had to be true. Because if he ever watched them play another hockey game again, he would fall in love.

---

“O’Hara, think fast!”

Finn barely had time to register the beer being thrown his way before Leo reached out and snatched it out of the air in front of his chest. “Bliz, how many times do we have to tell you to not throw solid objects at people. Not everybody has your reflexes.”

But Kasey wasn’t listening, already turned around to head back into the living room of Sirius’ house, where they had all convened to celebrate their win. Finn had been grateful for the location- he didn’t think he could handle watching Leo and Logan getting hit on at a club all night tonight. He was still on edge.

Leo rolled his eyes at Kasey’s retreating back and handed the drink to Finn. “I’d wait a second to open that. Sorry, he does this all the time. We’ve had more than one black eye on the team from a drunken Kasey drink bomb.”

Finn chuckled. “No worries. Thanks for the save.”

Leo brightened adorably. “It’s my job!”

“And you are absolutely INCREDIBLE at it my friend!” A pair of arms wrapped around Leo’s neck from behind and a slightly buzzed and very excited James appeared over his shoulder. “MVP of the game, my man! You killed it! We’re going to the play-offs, baby!”

He whooped as he ruffled Leo’s golden hair, still slightly damp from his post-game shower. Leo’s cheeks flushed a deep red as he accepted James’ fist bump. “I just played. Thank you though.”

“And he’s humble too! How are you still single dude? Someone should have scooped you up ages ago.”

Leo’s cheeks somehow turned even deeper red as he shot a quick look up at Finn, and Finn heard Lily’s amused voice as she slid in from behind them, wrapping an arm around James’ waist and pulling him off of Leo. “Leave the poor guy alone James. He just wants to celebrate in peace.”

Leo smiled gratefully at Lily, looking relieved when Kasey and Natalie returned to the kitchen, Talker in tow. Leo jumped into their conversation as the group of them settled in around the room, talking and laughing above the music playing from the built-in speakers. Finn held back for a moment, taking the opportunity to scan the living room from where him and Leo were leaning against the kitchen island. He caught a glimpse of familiar dark curls under a snapback, and Logan’s eyes met his from across the room. Logan grinned, excusing himself from a conversation with Remus and heading towards them.

“Hey,” Logan’s breath was warm on Finn’s cheek as he leaned in to be heard over the voices in the room. “How did you like the game?”

Finn fought to keep his heart from beating out of his chest. He was still reeling from his decidedly unwelcome epiphany earlier that evening, and it was going to be a long night if he couldn’t get a handle on himself soon. He cleared his throat, looking straight ahead instead of turning to meet Logan’s gaze. “It was the most stressful few hours of my entire life. I’m never doing it again.” He winced at the way his voice cracked. Traitorous voice box. “And for the record, you are NOT a ‘perfectly reasonable player’.”

Logan tilted his head back and laughed openly at that. Finn let himself look then. Despite everything, it was nice to see him so relaxed and happy.

“Well, I’m glad you at least came to this one. Even if you judge me.”

He leaned back next to Finn, shoulders brushing, and Finn watched as he scanned the room. A moment later, a glint appeared in shorter boy’s eye, his smile turning mischievous. Finn turned to follow his gaze, looking for what had prompted the change. He caught sight of James, still in his game jersey, and Lily, laughingly trying her best to get him to take it off.

He heard Logan call out to them. “Hey Pots! Did you hear your jerseys are only the third most popular on the Lion’s shop now?”

James froze, turning to them with his eyes wide. “What?”

He rounded on Logan. “Who told you that? Who beat me?” His expression turned to outrage. “Who could possibly have beaten me?!”

Finn held back a laugh at James reaction, letting out a loud cough instead. One that sounded very suspiciously like the word ‘bullshit’. He heard Leo do the exact same beside him and turned to catch his eye with a grin and a high-five. The two of them had made a game over the past few months of seeing who could catch Logan the fastest when he started his game of poking the bear- something that was hilarious to them and endlessly irritating to Logan.

Right on cue, Logan let out an exasperated noise. “Guys! You are no fun! Stop doing that!”

James’ head twisted back and forth between Logan and Finn as he pieced it together. “Wait… what??” He gasped at Logan, looking betrayed. “Tremz! Did you make that up? How could you! You almost gave me a heart attack on this glorious evening!”

Logan shot a mock glare at Leo and Finn, but his face cracked into a grin when he turned back to James. “You should have seen your face.”

James looked like he was about to respond, but at just that moment, a familiar beat started to play over the speakers. Someone in the living room cheered and turned up the volume, and James whooped, throwing his hands in the air. Finn smirked as he followed suit, pushing away from the counter to join him in the middle of the room.

---

Logan

Logan frowned when Finn stepped away from him- he liked feeling his warmth against his side. He watched as Finn moved after James, turning to look back at Logan and grinning as he sang along to the lyrics of the song now playing loudly through the house. Logan loved Finn’s singing voice. He smiled back and was about to go join him when something weird caught his attention, making him do a double take.

It wasn’t unusual for Finn to jump into the middle of a room to give a performance of a song. He did it all the time. At home, at the club, at parties. It was quintessential Finn behaviour.

But now, the entire rest of the room was joining him. Every single one of his friends had abandoned their conversations to chant along with the opening lyrics of this song Logan had never heard before. Logan’s brow furrowed in confusion as he spun around to look behind him. The living room was the same, everyone starting to move away from the walls and stand from the couches. Only Leo had stayed where he was, a few feet away from Logan.

“What the hell?” He muttered.

He turned back around to question Finn, only to find him no longer looking his way. Instead, he was now face to face with Talker in the middle of the room, the two of them rapping dramatically to one another. Logan lifted an eyebrow, letting out a short, surprised laugh as he watched the two of them.

“I’ma get a scholarship to King’s College,

I probably shouldn’t brag,

But dag, I amaze and astonish”

The rest of the room was still singing along. It was beyond weird. “What. The fuck. Is happening?” Logan asked nobody in particular.

The rhythm of the song slowed a bit, and Finn turned back toward Leo and Logan, sliding smoothly over in front of them. His brown eyes sparkled as his gaze locked with Logan’s, singing directly to him.

“I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal

Tryin’ to reach my goal, my power of speech, unimpeachable”

Logan leaned closer to Leo, his only ally in this insanity, but Finn had pointed dramatically to the younger boy and Leo laughed, stepping away from the counter and picking up the lyrics from the next line, pointing at himself as he sang:

“Only nineteen but my mind is older

These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder

Every burden, every disadvantage I have learned to manage…”

Logan shot a surprised glare at Leo. Traitor. And now Finn was singing along again, and both of them were pointing at him, waiting for him to pick up the next line but Logan truly, truly had no idea what this was.

Finn looked at him with mock outrage when he realized Logan wasn’t faking his ignorance, straightening his back as he lifted his hands in a very ‘what the heck?’ sort of gesture.

Logan started to roll his eyes, but then all of a sudden, the beat changed again, and Finn’s hands were by his head and he was walking backward, winding his hips in a way that Logan had never seen him move before. A way that should be illegal.

His eyes were still locked on Logan’s, but where they had been filled with humour a moment ago, now they were burning with something intense that was sending Logan into a complete tailspin.

“I am the AL-EX-AN-D-ER, we are, meant to be.”

His emotions were already running high after their win, and now Finn was standing in front of him, moving like that, looking at him like that. He heard himself let out a shaky breath and snapped his jaw shut, swallowing hard and jerking his eyes away from Finn, desperate for something else to focus on. His gaze landed on Leo, right next to him, which was not better.

Leo. He could see his toned chest through the fitted t-shirt he was wearing, and he wanted to reach out and touch. Fuck.

He could feel all the walls he had built up over the past four months crumbling down around him, and he started to panic. He was supposed to be getting over his feelings for Leo. Not growing them. Not adding Finn into the mix.

His breathing sped up. How was he this gone, for both of them? Was that even possible??

Pull it together Tremblay. He tried to talk himself down. Leo was his teammate. They were both his friends- friends like he had never had before. Those walls were there for a good fucking reason. He didn’t want to risk them.

He took a deep breath in through his nose, straightening his spine and pushing his shoulders back. He could do this. He looked back up and watched as Finn crooked a finger at him, calling him in to dance with them. The same way they always did when they were out together. His face was open and happy again. He just looked like normal Finn now. This was familiar. He could do this. The song kept playing.

“Hey yo I’m just like my country

I’m young, scrappy and hungry

And I’m not throwing away my, shot!”

He took one step closer, and… nope. It would appear he could not, in fact, do this. He couldn’t handle familiar right now. He was buzzed, and high on adrenaline from the game, and this song was in his bones and if he was going to get himself out of this spiral, he needed to be away from the boys that were causing it.

He shook his head at Finn and forced a tight smile, watching him shrug his acceptance and turn to James instead. Logan turned to head over to where Sirius was stood in the corner of the living room, the only other person who looked as bewildered as he was by the scene. He had barely taken a step before a long arm wrapped around his shoulders from behind, pulling in him close to the strong chest he was trying to run away from. He closed his eyes, feeling his body tense as Leo’s low voice sounded in his ear, his skin warm against Logan’s own. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as Leo sang, off-key as usual, in some sort of horrible French accent.

“I dream of life without a monarchy

The unrest in France will lead to ‘onarchy?

Onarchy? How you say, how you, oh, anarchy?

When I fight I make the other side panicky with my, shot!”

It was hilarious, but feeling Leo this close to him right now, in this moment, was overload. It took everything he had to pull out of Leo’s grasp, grabbing his wrist and spinning underneath him. He stood on his tiptoes to let Leo spin too, and then gently shoved him back toward Finn. He knew Leo would assume he was following, so he turned back to the living room and slid into place next to Sirius.

He stood there, watching Nado and Kuny—how the hell did even Kuny know this song??—singing drunkenly on top of the couch, and tried to will his heart into submission.

After a few moments, Sirius’ voice sounded next to him. “Do you have any idea what this is?”

Logan shook his head, glancing over. “Non. But apparently we should be looking into it.”

Sirius just nodded, looking at him. Logan liked this about Sirius. He was quiet, and he didn’t mind if people were quiet around him. He always seemed to know when Logan needed a minute. He guessed that’s what made him a good captain. Logan felt calmer just being beside him. The two of them stood together in silence for a few minutes, until the whole house broke out into a chorus of ‘whoa’’s, and Sirius glanced over at him again. “You ok?”

“I’ll be better once this fucking song ends. How long is this thing?”

Sirius laughed at that, agreeing, and Logan felt his confidence coming back. He felt safer there, in the corner, watching Finn and Leo from afar. The distance had at least allowed his heart to stop pinging around his chest like a goddamn pinball machine. He was feeling, if not completely back in control, at least much more so than before.

“I’m good, Cap.” He meant it.

Sirius’ eyes were on his. “Ok. You know I’m here though, if you need me.”

“I know.” He shot Sirius a grateful smile. “Thanks, Sirius. Really.”

Sirius nodded, turning away as the song finally ended. Someone switched over to a dance playlist, and the living room turned into a de facto dance floor. Logan and Sirius stayed where they were for another song, until everyone else seemed to be either dancing, or involved in a game of what looked like Spoons at the dining room table. Logan drained the last of his rum and coke and turned to Sirius as he pushed off the wall toward the now empty kitchen. “I’m going to get another drink. You want anything?”

“No thanks. I’m good.” Sirius responded quietly, his expression soft. Logan followed his gaze over to where Loops was dancing with Lily and smiled. He clapped Sirius on the shoulder. “Ok, Cap. Have fun.”

---

A few shots and nearly an hour later, Logan was feeling as close to normal as he figured he would be able to pull off that night, teaching the Hoedown Throwdown choreography to a very enthusiastic Leo and Finn as someone’s country playlist blasted through the house. The team’s excitement for their freshly earned play-off spot had rubbed off on him again over the past hour, and he was enjoying himself, even if he was still a bit on edge.

It only took a few songs for them to ace the dance, and after they killed it to some song about chicken and tractors that Finn had sang every single word to, there was a break in the music while Nat and Talker argued over who got to choose next. They took the opportunity to their breath.

“Well, since we’re waiting anyway, I’m going to go grab another drink.” Finn swiped a hand through his sweat-tousled hair and looked between Logan and Leo. “Do you want anything?”

Leo shook his head, eyes bright against his dance-flushed cheeks. “No thanks. I think I’m done drinking for the night. We have a team meeting early tomorrow I don’t want to be hungover for.”

Logan still had half a drink in his hand, so Finn took off to the kitchen and left the two of them to discuss who they could drag into their next dance, which Finn had decided for reasons Logan didn’t understand, to try and learn as a square instead of a triangle.

A new song finally started to play as they scanned the room, and as the beat came across the speakers, Logan recognized it with a frustrated groan.

Wicked Games. One of the few songs that he used to have multiple versions of on his playlist. A song that he had had to take off said playlist, because it got him in his head about Finn and Leo.

Of course someone would put this song on right when he had gotten his shit back together. Of fucking course.

He took a long drink from his glass and looked up at Leo, who was still looking around the room for participants. He watched as the colour-changing living room lighting lit up the taller boy’s face: blue, then green, then orange.

“The world was on fire, and no one could save me but you”

Leo glanced over at him, and then did a double take, turning to fully face him. He scanned Logan’s face, eyebrows furrowing as concern flashed through his warm blue eyes. Logan sighed through his nose. Fucking Knutty. He always knew.

“And I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you”

When Logan didn’t make a move to explain anything, Leo just nodded and took a step back.

“You know what?” he started. “Let’s just do it as three. Finn’ll get over it. I don’t want to dance with anyone else right now.”

Logan knew Leo was only saying it for his sake. But he couldn’t be bothered to try and pretend he was down for an audience right now, so he just nodded and stepped into what would be his place in the triangle when Finn came back. Leo turned to assess the space around them, and Logan let himself watch again. He never got sick of looking at Leo. Kind, thoughtful, annoyingly perceptive, beautiful Leo. The lyrics of the song repeated, over and over.

“No I, don’t wanna fall in love, with you.”

“I think we’re going to need more room. Or someone’s going to get hurt.” Leo mused as he looked at the floor around them, trying to work out the logistics of the coordinated drunk jumping that was going to happen. One of his curls fell over his eyes. Logan resisted the urge to reach up and move it away.

“What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way

What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you”

Logan’s chest twisted and he pulled his gaze away. Fuck this song. He was going to kill Talkie for this. He could feel himself taking a nose-dive back to where he had been earlier that evening. Why couldn’t he shake these feelings tonight? He could always shake them. He was a master at shaking off feelings. This was ridiculous.

He decided to look for something they could push out of the way for more space, to give himself something to focus on. That was a task he could do.

But before he could move, a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind, the weight of a full-grown hockey player landing on his back and making him stumble forward. Pots’ voice was teasing in his ear. “Wicked Game is right, hey Tremzy??”

Logan’s breath caught in his throat as he froze in place, half bent over trying to regain his balance. Had Pots noticed? Was he being obvious?

“W-what?” he choked out.

James pulled him up and spun around him until they were face to face, his grin lopsided and his eyes a little glazed from the drinks he had clearly been celebrating with. “Wicked Game! Because you played a wicked game! Get it!? You got us the game winner, Tremz.” He looked wobbly on his feet, smiling dreamily. “You got us to the playoffs.”

Relief flooded Logan’s system. He hadn’t noticed. Nobody noticed. It was fine.

It didn’t feel fine.

“Oh. Ya, I guess.” He forced a little laugh.

“Come, my baby Canadian.” James bowed toward him, extending a hand. “I owe you this dance for getting me one step closer to my baby bathing in the cup.”

“Shut up, Pots.” Logan turned as an annoyed voice sounded behind them. Sirius, the inventor of superstition himself, walked by and smacked James gently upside the head. “Knock on wood. Now.”

“Ow,” James grumbled, rubbing his head and knocking on the doorframe he watched Sirius walk through, “how does he do that? It’s like he has a seventh sense for bad luck.”

Logan prayed James would follow Sirius away. But instead he just grinned and shoved Logan toward the center of the dance floor.

Logan did not want to be there anymore. James had freaked him out, and the stupid song was still playing. For the second time that night he wished he knew where the fucking skip button was located in this ridiculously oversized house.

Logan grabbed James’ arm and pulled him to a stop, leaning into him to prevent him going further. He turned on his best fake smile. “Hey Pots. I know I got the goal, but do you know who you really owe this dance to?”

James looked at him suspiciously. “Who?”

“Leo. We wouldn’t have won without his unreal performance tonight. You should get him first.”

James gasped. “You are right, Tremblay. Ok. I will get him first. But I will be back for you! Don’t move!”

Logan watched James wobble backward across the living room, shooting finger guns back at Logan until he crashed into a very amused-looking Leo.

When Logan figured the two of them were engaged enough to not notice him leaving, he slipped off in search of a quiet place to hang out for a while. He found a dark hallway off the end of the dining room and slid down to sit on the hardwood floor. His hands were shaking again as he pulled out his phone and opened the group chat he had with his sisters.

He missed his sisters. He hadn’t told them about his feelings for either of the boys—for any boy, really—but he knew that if he messaged them, they would talk him down without prying. And that was what he wanted right now. He shot off a simple, ‘you guys awake?’ message, and waited for the reply.

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Leo

Leo was wandering around the main floor of Sirius’ house, looking for Logan. He was worried about him. Logan had been on edge all night, keeping his distance and forcing smiles that didn’t reach his eyes. Leo could tell he was trying to hide something, and after catching the way he had looked at Finn in the kitchen earlier, it wasn’t hard to guess what that something was.

He had been watching Logan and Finn dance around each other, figuratively and literally, for months now. It was hard, watching these boys—these boys that made him ache with how each of them had burrowed their way into his soul—watch each other. It made him feel like he was drowning.

He had told himself when he came to Gryffindor that he was here for hockey, that he wasn’t going to get involved with anyone. Get attached to anyone. But here he was, the world’s biggest idiot, falling head over heels for not one, but two of the literal worst possible people to fall for. His home roommate and his travel roommate. Both, to the best of his knowledge, very closeted. Both very interested in someone else. Both very interested in each other. It was a bit of a disaster.

But disaster or not, Leo wasn’t going to let Logan feel like he was alone tonight. He knew firsthand how much support from the people who love you mattered, even if you weren’t ready to talk about it yet.

He poked his head into the kitchen and found Finn, looking deep in conversation with Natalie, but Logan wasn’t with him. He was a bit concerned about Finn, too. He also seemed a bit off this evening, and he never had come back from his last drink break. But Finn was safe with Natalie for now, so Logan was his priority for the moment.

He checked a few more rooms before he caught a glimpse of Logan’s ever-present snapback out of the corner of his eye. He was sitting on the floor in the dark end of an empty hallway, the glow from his phone screen lighting up his face.

Leo moved cautiously toward him, and when he didn’t look up, slid to the floor to sit next to him.

“Hey.” He offered softly.

Logan looked up at him with a small, fleeting smile, his usually bright green eyes looking tired. “Hey.”

Leo scanned his face, trying to decide whether Logan wanted to talk. “What are you up to?”

“Just texting my sisters.”

Leo nodded, understanding, and looked away, giving Logan the chance to go back to his phone if he wanted to. Logan looked back down at the screen and typed out a final message before clicking the screen off and shoving it back in his pocket.

They sat quietly next to each other for a few minutes, just listening to the music. After a while, Logan broke the silence.

“It’s crazy that we’re heading to the playoffs.” He said quietly.

That made Leo smile a bit. He looked back over at Logan. “You played incredible tonight.” He said sincerely. “All season, really. I think we earned it.”

Logan’s lips quirked up a bit at the compliment. “Thanks, Nutty. We really did.”

They fell back into their comfortable silence, sitting shoulder to shoulder and watching what they could see of the dining room down the hall. In the lights of the party, Pots and Sirius were teasing Remus about something they couldn’t hear. Remus blushed a deep red and Sirius laughed as he pulled him in for a kiss.

“We’re really lucky.” Leo said, hoping that Logan knew he wasn’t just talking about the game anymore. When Logan didn’t respond, he looked over to see him pulling at the seams of his jeans, looking like he might be on the verge of tears. The sight pulled at Leo’s chest. He wanted to take Logan’s face in his hands and wipe away that look forever.

But he knew that wasn’t what Logan wanted. So instead he stood, holding out a hand to the shorter boy. He would be here for him in whatever way Logan needed. “You wanna get another drink? Or are you ready to head out?”

Logan looked up at him with reddened eyes, and Leo’s heart felt like it was breaking with every beat. And when Logan put his hand in his and the sparks flooded over his whole body, Leo closed his eyes and willed them away.

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#sweater weather lumosinlove #o'knutzy #lumosinlove #Coast To Coast

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theravencawsatmidnight · 3 years

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Rabbit iiii

I had this sitting in my Docs just waiting for my ass to REMEMBER ITS READY . 😩. Im sorry.

Tags. @rosiehufflepuff @goofygobber @khemz1312

Draco had moved to his bed with you on his pillow making sure you were comfortable. He had wrapped up your foot for the time being while he searched for some kind of healing spell, rummaging through his things trying to find something, anything that would help. Why did he not have any healing spells?! He just had trick spells and the sort!! “Dammit!” he slammed his fist on his dresser looking over his shoulder at you to see you licking your wrapped up foot with your ears down. “Someone must know a damn numbing spell in this bloody house.” Draco stumbled to you hitting his bed dropping to his knees to watch you. He felt like total shit… you were in pain because of him, it had been such a good day.. Draco was finally understanding his own self and feelings. He enjoyed having you in his pocket wiggling your nose up at him, he wanted it too last a little longer..but it would be better if he stopped all this… before it got too bad..

His plan was to find someone to change you back in the morning and let you go .. but with your foot hurt it would not be safe to change you back till it was healed.

He wrapped it but … its still broken and it hurts.. I know a healing potion but i cant make it like this..

“Rabbit, im going to find some kind of spell okay? Stay right here dont move.” he got up digging his knuckles into his bed and running out of his dorm. .

Ok..ay.. I wont go anywhere anyway.. You snuggled into his pillow licking your injury again. I wonder whos going to help him..

He started with his House first; asking everyone who was still awake if they had a healing or numbing spell, unfortunately everyone in Slytherin was not exactly healers. His second option was the teachers… and he hated asking the bloody teachers for help. Draco pushed the classroom door open to see Professor Snape observing a cauldron after pouring some mixtures into it. The blond walked into the room closing the creaky door giving away his position to the teacher. Snape glanced over raising a brow at the troubled looking boy. This was interesting, Draco Malfoy looking puzzled and hurt. “Something on your mind… Malfoy?” he turned crossing his arms at the boy. “To what do i owe this… unpleasant visit.”

“I need a healing or numbing potion for a rabbit”

“So you did turn a student into a rabbit?” he rubbed between his eyes turning away to stare into his cauldron thinking this over. “Explain, Malfoy. You have ten minutes.”

Draco rubbed his face trying his best to explain. “It was just for fun, in the beginning……..”

“Mhm….”

“Shes a hufflepuff and you know they are Loyal and all that. I used that against her and i well.. Blackmailed her into following me around or i would tell.”

“And she was … attempting to cheat?”

“Yes”

“So instead.. Of asking what the Hufflepuff needed help with you blackmailed her into being your little …. Lost plaything.”

“I know it sounds bad but-”

“It is bad , Malfoy.” Snape turned to the man pointing his wand at him. “You have no authority to do such a thing. No authority over other students. No authority-”

“I care about her,.”

The man blinked, retracting his wand. “Draco Malfoy? Caring about someone other than himself? This must be one special Hufflepuff.”

“Her foot is broken because of me, shes in pain right now. No one in my bloody house knows any healing or numbing spells. I just want to heal her, get her changed back and let her go.”

“Do you know the consequences of such a thing Malfoy for both of you?” Snape groaned, fetching a green potion off his nearby desk. “Suspension, losing your wand, expulsion. Im sure Lucious would love that”

“Who else knows….” he snatched the potion reading it.

“Healing potion takes effect instantly but you need to figure out how to change her back by tomorrow night. And everyone knows, Dumbledore knows, expect a meeting with him after you change her back.. And whats coming, now get out of my classroom…”

Draco rushed all the way back to his House up the stairs slamming his door open and shut behind him. “Rabbit…” he was frantic looking for you.

Im here.. Heh. you squeaked getting his attention. Draco rushed over getting on his bed picking you up with his free hand. “Here, drink this. Youll feel better.”

You wobbled over to the potion sniffing it over and over. Hmm… smells like the real thing. Draco tipped the potion to your lips so you could drink. It had a bitter taste but you felt tingly all over. The wrapping fell off your foot and you hopped around excited. Im healed im healed!!!!

“Ahh.. Rabbit it worked…” he picked you up in his arms groaning with relief…

Draco spent the night on his bed with you buried in his shirt looking at him through the neck hole. He told you all about his life, his family, his opinions on things.. -it was a long list- . You listened to him quietly , wiggling your nose wile he stroked your ear slowly.

“Rabbit i…” Draco bit his lower lip as if he was trying to find the right words.

Whats wrong? You inched closer laying your head on his chest.

“Im….dammit..” Draco sat up, catching you in his shirt holding you there while his other hand ran through his blond hair. “Im.. …sorry…”

Sorry? Hes.. hes really sorry?!?!?!

“Snape gave me the potion i-i told him everything . He said Dumbeldore knows. Rabbit im.. im very sorry for how i was. This bloody school will most likely send me off to Azkaban. “

Draco.. you nuzzled up into his neck and he strokes your ear while he talked.

“Im changing you back in the morning, if you never want to see me again.. thats.. fine. But..” he pulled you out of the shirt holding you in front of him. “If you do want to see me again. Will you wait for me?”

You tilted your head at this question. Wait for him? Does.. he mean Azkaban? Your ears drooped along your back at the question. I.. Draco i will.. . You gave him a nod and the man choked on his own breath. “Oh Rabbit,” he laid back down. “Thank you…”

It was early morning. McGonagall had changed you back in her classroom just like you thought she would. She advised you to take it easy and you might have some rabbit side effects for a couple weeks. It had not even been 15 minutes and you were already craving carrots.

Draco was staring at you in wide eyes. You were back.. and safe. Slowly he reached out and you turned to him reaching out . He just wanted to wrap his arms around you, say sorry… and all you wanted to do was eat carrots and be in his arms.. but..

“Mr. Malfoy this cannot go unexcused.” McGonagall said, pulling you away from the man.

Dumbeldore had walked into the room by now too.. “Malfoy, miss Y/n. My office, please.”

#.RabbitFic #draco x hufflepuff!reader #draco malfoy #draco 😤

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exoxobsession · 3 years

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Chamber Of Tours || Suho

Pairing: Suho x You

Genre: Fluff, HogwartsAU!

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1.2K

You entered the Great Hall, looking in awe at the hanging candles, enchanted roof, and the sorting hat on the stool in front of you. You were a pureblood, a family line full of Slytherins. They placed the sorting hat on you, but it didn’t talk to you like it did to others. No, it was quiet, dead quiet. After a lot of silent thinking, it shouted, “SLYTHERIN!”

The Slytherin table cheered, but you thought back as the Sorting Hat kept staring at you. Despite that, you were proud of yourself for securing the legacy.

You were now in sixth year, only one year left, and still no clue what to do with your life. Maybe an Auror, or work in the Ministry of Magic. One thing that was different from your parents is that you were a Parseltongue. But that was something special these days. You make a left turn and head to the bathroom.

Many of your friends suggested that you open the Chamber of Secrets, and you were going to do just that. Muttering the Disillusionment Charm, you disappear.

You come in contact with the exact sink Harry Potter had used to get in.

"Open," you say in Parseltongue. The sink makes a loud noise as it opens up. You go down quickly, hoping no one notices you. Again, you speak "Open," and the snakes move out of the way opening the circular door.

There lies the basilisk, dead and nothing but its bones. There was pretty much nothing to do in here. It was boring. That's when an idea pop into your mind, making you smirk.

You make your way out; sneaking out was easy. Or so you thought. You heard footsteps. They were way too close. "Homenum Revelio," someone points their wand at you. Taking away the incantation off you. "What are you doing here at this time?" He asks, and you look up to meet his eyes. It was Junmyeon, the Ravenclaw Prefect. "What?" you squeak, unable to talk in front of him, heart racing. You've had the longest crush on him, but he was the Prefect, and you the troublemaker.

"I said, what are you doing here, at this time?" he demanded, his voice full of authority. You wanted to die right there. "I was just looking for my mouse." you lied. "Your mouse?" he raised his eyebrows. He wasn't going to buy it. "Stop lying. You don't have a mouse. You have an owl," he stated; this made your eyes shot up. He noticed you. He cleared his throat. "Go back to your dorms quickly," he said, probably embarrassed.

Junmyeon was just on rounds when he saw something pass by. He had his wanted at nothing but thin air, but he knew better. He knew it was just an invisibility spell, a trick used by many adults. But he wasn't sure how a student knew this trick.

"Homenum Revelio," he pointed his wand as the figure started forming into the pretty Slytherin girl. You had your head low. Was she going to cause something? But you didn't look like someone who would. You were cute. No, Junmyeon, Stop. He shook his head.

"I said, what are you doing here at this time?" he asked. He wanted to ask you slowly, but it didn't come out that way. "I was just looking for my mouse," you replied. But he knew that was a lie. You didn't have a mouse.

You were slowly walking away. Why was his heart beating? You looked so scared that all he wanted to was wrap his arms around you. He walked to the Ravenclaw dorm, trying to collect his thought. She's a troublemaker Junmyeon. He said to himself. And a Slytherin. He needs to gather his thoughts. He changed out his robes to his PJs when he remembered your smile. How your eyes lit up when you take a bite of pumpkin pasties; or when your parents sent you the new Firebolt broomstick.

He found himself smiling at the memory, and that's when he realized he's been paying so much attention to you and he didn't even notice.

You told Ava about your midnight adventures, skipping the part about Junmyeon. "Okay, here's a deal, give me five? No, ten sickles for a tour in the Chamber. Hm?" you smirked. "No!" Ava pushes you. "I'm your friend! It should be free," she whines. You stick your tongue out. "Fine," you say, seeing that she's using that pout. She was one year younger and cuter than you.

Night falls quickly, and there were about ten people here waiting to see the Chamber. "Come on in," you say as they follow you. "As you can see, this is the remaining skeleton of the basilisk," you gesture to the white bony structure beside you. "And this is where Harry Potter saved Ginny," you say, pointing right in the center. A lot of 'oohs' and 'ahhs' were heard.

"Oh, please don't touch that. It could potentially kill you," you say to the boy who was tapping one of the basilisk's teeth. "Does this mean you're the new heir of Slytherin?" Someone asks from behind you. This question startles you. Are you? "I don't know," you smile. Ava elbows you softly and leans in to say, "You might be!" to which you giggle silently.

"Oh and one more thing, do not tell the teachers about this," you warned them.

This went on for more than a few weeks luckily, you weren't caught. Or so you thought. You were in the girls' bathroom when you heard, "So this is what everyone's been doing, huh?"

"Oh god, you scared me," you say as you turn around to Junmyeon's face right in yours. Noticing that, he straightens up. "Can I have a tour?" he rubs his nape. "Uh... yes, sure." you stutter. "Here," he says as he hands you ten sickles. "No!" you spoke a bit too loud as you push his hand back. "Think of this a favor, for not telling on me back then and now," you explain. "Okay," he smiles.

"Wow." he gapes, looking at the chamber. "Don't tell me that..." he trails off as he looks at you with unreadable eyes. This is what you hated. How people started looking at you. "That's so awesome!" he exclaimed. "The bones are still here!" he said as he made his way to them.

"Wait, what?" you were beyond confused. "I've always wanted to see these bones, and now, thank you." he smiled. He isn't talking about you. You sighed. "What?" he asked hearing you sigh. "I can't believe the boy I like cares about bones than me," you mutter, then your eyes widen at what you just said. Instantly cupping your hands over your mouth you look at Junmyeon. "What?" he asks as if he heard something wrong.

"Oh! Look at the time! I have to go!" you say a little too loudly as you escape from there as quickly as you can. You can hear him call out for you, but you choose to ignore him as you leave the washroom, cursing.

You avoided him for the next few days; You ate quickly, you went out of the class first, You didn't make eye contact. You didn't even look in his way.

As soon as Defense Against Dark Arts was over, you headed for the door.

But a hand caught your wrist, stopping you from moving any further. "Don't leave," he softly pleaded. And you stayed and kept staying.

#junmyeon #exosnet #exowritersnet #kim junmyeon #exo hogwarts au!#exo hogwarts #ravenclaw junmyeon #suho #exo #exosuho #suho fanfic #suho x reader #ravenclaw #ravenclaw x syltherin

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amor-immortalem · 3 years

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My Adoring Fan ch. 3

Chapter 2 chapter 4

“Damn it. I keep missin’ the door handle...” The half demon grumbled as she kept reaching for the knob. Eventually, it occurred to her that maybe she should use her right hand to feel around for it and open it that way. As she opened the door, she stuck her head in the door way, not wanting to invade her favorite human’s space fully.

“Maaaaaax, can I ask a favor of you?”

“I don’t know, can you?” Max teased before turning her attention to the cambion, “What do you need, Sunshine?”

As slight blush crossed her cheeks at the nickname, “I was, uh.... I was wondering... if you’d watch while I cook ta make sure I don’t hurt myself...” Azalea looked down, embarrassed. She had just been making a fuss about feeling like she was being babied and now here she was, asking for help when she could do it herself if she tried hard enough.

“Yeah sure. I thought it was your brother’s turn to cook tonight?” She sets the spell book she was studying down.

“He’s not doin’ too hot right now... So he asked if I would do it instead since Zulima’s not allowed anywhere near the kitchen when it comes to cooking dinner.”

“How about I cook tonight instead and you can help me?” The human offered. “I live here too so there’s no reason I can’t cook in place of one you two. By the way your cousins not that bad of a cook. I find it to be enjoyable actually.”

“Are... Are we eating the same cooking?”

“You two are just picky,” She stuck her tongue out at Azalea and Azalea repeated the action.

“C’mon then, let’s go before Hakan starts to destroy the house. Snacks will only satisfy the kid for so long.”

“Alright, alright, I’m coming.” Max rolled her eyes with a soft smile.

“That’s what she said,” The half-demon laughs at her own joke

“Azalea!”

“Bye!” The girl takes off, heading toward the kitchen.

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“Heya, weeb supreme, what’s got ya so bent out of shape?” Azalea asks as she ruffles Henry’s purple hair.

“My favorite idol is going on hiatus and she has no plans to come back yet” The boy’s eyes were wet with tears. “How could she do this to her fans.”

“Bruh... she’s a person too. Maybe she just wants a break, did ya ever think of that?”

“Yeah but she could have told us sooner instead of just dipping on us like that!” Henry puffs out his cheeks. "A normie like you wouldn’t understand what it feels like to just be abandoned like that.”

“What did you say?” She asks as a threatening aura emanating from her. “Pretty bold of ya considerin’ you’re scared of everything up to your own shadow.”

“N-Nothing,” He squeaks. “Sorry.”

“Thought so. Now off with ya. Go play some games or somethin’.”

Henry nodded and scrambled out of the kitchen as Max came in.

“What’s his deal?” She asks.

“Oh nothin’,” Azalea smiled. “Just angsty weeb things, nothin’ to worry ‘bout.

“Mhm, sure,” Max was doubtful. “Just get the good out alright?”

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“Yo, ‘Relius, how ya feeling?” Azalea barged into her twin's room before promptly running into the side of his desk. “Oww,”

“You just do not learn, do you?” The younger twin chuckles at the ridiculous of the scene. “Why don’t you have that dumb stick the doctors gave you so you know what’s in front of you on that side?”

“’Cuz its stupid. I got one eye left so I don’t need it.” Azalea pouts as she rubs her hip where she bumped into the desk.”

“You very clearly do considering you misjudged where my desk was and the amount of lamp posts you ran into on our way to school last term.” Aurelius sighs, “If you go back home with any more bruises from running in to shit, you’re gonna give Dad a stroke.”

“Eh, I’ll figure it out eventually. He worries too much.”

“Whatever you say, ‘Zay, whatever you say. Anyway, I’m doing better, thanks for asking. Has Henry stopped fussing over that idol yet?”

“Prolly not. Who knows with him...” She shrugs. “So, about that letter...”

“You’re not fighting anybody.” Aurelius shuts her down quickly, “I don’t even know who sent it other than an initial.”

“Boo, you whore,” She made her way over to his bed and plopped down on it. “Anywho, peppers are in the oven. Max cut ‘em for me and I stuffed ‘em.”

“Thought you wanted to do everything by yourself? Or is it different with her?” He teased.

“Shaddup!” Azalea threw his pillow at him. “It ain’t like that okay?”

“Suuuuure,” He laughed as his sister’s face turned beet red. “We all know the truth, Simp.”

“Stoooop! She’s just my friend!”

“But you don’t want her to be~” he says in a loud sing-song voice, hoping Max might overhear them, “Admit it ‘Zalea. You’ve got a crush.”

“Lower your voice and stop teasing me!”

“Not until I hear you say it.” He smiles.

“You’re a sadist, ya know that? Why do you do this to your only sister?!”

“Because it’s fun for me. Now say it.”

“Fiiiiiiiine,” the older half-demon groans, “I've got a crush on my friend.” It's said in a mumble.

“Huh? Couldn’t hear you. Could you say that again?” Unknown to her, Aurelius had started recording her confession.

“I said I have a crush on Max! There I said it! Happy?” She practically yells as her face turns an even deeper shade of red.

“Oh, yes I am.” He chuckles as he stops recording and Azalea realizes the mistake she’s made.

“You delete that right now!”

“Come over here and make me.” He gets up and pockets his phone as she dives at him.

With a quick dodge to the right where she can’t see him, Aurelius books it down the hall and down the stairwell. Azalea gives chase but runs smack dab into a wall which buys the younger twin more time to get out of the house. As he passes the common room where everyone is hanging out waiting for dinner, he yells out,

“I’m going out. My sister’s going to kill me. Don’t wait up.” And with that he’s out the door and dashing down the sidewalk and into the night.

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She was doing her last-minute shopping before the new school term started next week. As she shouldered her bags, the now on hiatus idol steps out of the shop when she gets nearly run over by Aurelius who was still trying to put as much distance between him and Azalea as possible.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry.” He says as he helps her up, he’s slightly out of breath. “I should have been watching where I was going.”

She’s a little starstruck as she stares up at him. She was hoping they would meet soon, she just never thought they would literally crash into each other. “I- Oh no, I’m alright. Don’t worry about it. What about you? You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, I’m alright,” he smiled. “Thanks for asking though.” Aurelius keeps looking behind him for any signs of his sister.

“Were you running from someone...” She pretends not to know his name. She needs a reason to introduce herself after all.

“Yeah, my sister. I have something she really doesn’t want anyone hearing.” He doesn’t introduce himself, assuming she already knew who he was which wasn’t wrong, but he didn’t need to know that. “I assume you already know my name, but I’ve never seen you around town before... Are you new here?”

“No, I don’t. And yes, I’m transferring to RAD this term.” The succubus thinks she has a pretty good poker face but he gives her an odd look- like he’s surprised. “My name’s Persephone, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Persephone.” he thinks she lying but she has no tells that he can recognize. If she is, maybe she’s only lying so he doesn’t feel uncomfortable for nearly plowing over a fan of his.

“You really don’t know who I am? Do you read DevilStyle teen?” Persephone only shakes her head, another bald-faced lie. “Well, that’s refreshing. My name’s Aurelius.” he holds a hand out to her with a smile. “Nice to meet you.”

The succubus takes his hand and shakes it with a smile on her face but internally she’s screaming.

“So which dorm are you in?”

“The House of Sorrow.” Her response makes him stop.

The House of Sorrow? And her name starts with a ‘P’... Oh.... Oh no. Okay, play this cool, man. Don’t act weird about this. She seems normal enough so maybe it’s not her. Ahh but it’s as Uncle Asmo always says: ‘Crazy hides well underneath normal’.

“AURELIUS! WHERE’D YOU GO, YOU LITTLE SHIT!”

“And that’s my cue. Sorry to cut this short but I have to get moving.” He says as he brings his demon form out. “Maybe we’ll have classes together at school. I’ll see you around, Persephone.” He hopes they don’t. In fact, if she is ‘P’, he hopes they never meet again but he’s trying to act personable. “Bye!” And as soon as he came, he was gone- soaring high into the sky. “By the way, you might want to take a few steps back! My sister’s about to come barreling through here in a matter of seconds!

The former idol can only nod as she thinks he looks even more beautiful in person.

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immabethehero · 4 years

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Egotober #2

I made an Egotober story based on the prompt Stone! Thank @huffletrax for organizing event! Also thanks to @anneliis18 for kind of inspiring it? IDK I saw your art and suddenly had to write. IDK if you want to be tagged though. I’ll untag if you don’t.

TWs: Nothing too big, but mild manipulation (mentioned) and death (though it’s a red card) This also deals with a bit of ego shipping, so if you’re uncomfortable maybe don’t read this then.

“Come on! I know a place where we can rest!” The young girl, no more than 18, drags the magician up the barren hill by the arm. Marvin the Magnificent, too shocked and disoriented to comprehend his surroundings and too exhausted to complain, follows her up the hill, where only one willow tree lays. Its leaves have disappeared, leaving only grey branches and small icicles. Underneath its limp, deadweight limbs stand three statues as grey and still as the wasteland around them.

All around the highest hill, the valley is nothing but rocky terrain on uneven grounds. Trees barren of leaves show their sharp branches off, as if hoping to scare the intruders away.

The girl kneels down on the floor and flips her book open. She quickly scans over the text. Everything is in place. Now for the spell to be cast.

She turns to the statues. They’re as lifeless as rock, but she knows there’s still life in them. Chase reaches out in mid-scream. Henrik glares, eyes fierce and hands curled into fists, refusing to show any fear as he was turned. Jameson’s eyes are closed, resigned to his fate.

She turns around and faces Marvin. The magician has crashed onto the ground, eyes threatening to droop. Despite his sleepy state, his posture is impeccable. Slowly, he blinks away his fatigue and looks around, taking in the valley for the first time. He turns and notices the statues for the first time. He tilts his head, confused, but says nothing.

The apprentice bites her tongue to keep from spilling the truth. She needs him to be as calm as possible. Jackie should appear soon. She just has to distract the magician until then.

Marvin hasn’t spoken the entire journey. In fact, he looks like he might faint any second. Despite his weak and disheveled appearance, he’s alert and awake.

“Where are we? This place looks haunted,” Marvin finally says. The valley looks familiar, but he’s given up trying to remember places. He needs to rest.

The last hour has been nothing but fear and uncertainty, and a whole lot of running. Running from the sorcerer who tried to force the magician to marry him, running from the angry mob who rushed to defend the sorcerer when Marvin left the altar, and transporting with the girl to get far away from human contact.

On any other day running from trouble, Marvin would sleep, but the valley is way too sketchy for him to rest. There are no leaves giving them shelter, so they could be spotted any moment! He needs to stay awake. The girl is here beside him. He can’t risk her getting hurt.

In the short time that he’s known her, he has grown fond of the girl down the street who promised that he would not marry the sorcerer. She kept her promise and now he is free. He owes her. He can’t risk losing her. Not after he lost Jackie and everyone else...

Marvin’s heart sinks. It felt like only yesterday he woke up in the hospital, shivering and starving, only to find out his family had apparently died by the hands of a mysterious stranger. He spent the entire day sobbing in bed, refusing to get up or eat. It wasn’t until the sorcerer had arrived to pick him up did he finally leave the bed.

The girl plops down beside Marvin, big brown eyes boring into him. She’s hiding something, he can tell by her too wide smile and the book in her lap.

“What are you smiling about?” he asks. The girl’s smile fades and she looks down awkwardly.

Marvin realizes how rude he sounded and shakes his head. “Sorry, that came out wrong.”

“No, it’s cool, I was probably starting to look like a creep, anyway,” the girl says. She falls silent.

Marvin closes his eyes again. A chilly breeze whisks by, making him shiver slightly. There is no sound but the wind. He hasn’t felt this peaceful in months. He begins to hum softly, letting his voice be carried off by the wind.

“Will you sing for me? Please?” The small voice awakes him from his trance. He opens his eyes and looks down at the girl.

“What?”

“Will you sing, please? I hear you have such the loveliest voice!” the girl pleads.

Marvin’s stomach sinks. How can he break it to her? “Those days are behind me. I haven’t sung in so long. The sorcerer… he made me sing for hours on end… it became a chore rather than an escape.”

The girl’s face falls. “Oh… okay. It- it was just a suggestion.” She turns away, hiding her book behind her back.

“But… he’s not here anymore. I don’t belong to him… He thought he could break me…” Marvin puts a fist over his chest. “But I won’t let him.” He stands up. “What do you want me to sing?”

The girl’s face lights up and she stands up as well. “Oh! Well.. anything! Maybe something fun and light-hearted! I’ve had enough sad ballads.”

Marvin laughs. “Alright then!” He takes a deep breath and warms up his vocals. Even though there’s no audience, he still wants to be prepared.

Behind him, the statues begin to vibrate and the tree begins to rustle. Tiny bits of rock and stone crumble and fall off. The apprentice gasps. Marvin startles at the sound.

“What was that?!”

“Don’t worry about it! It was just the tree!” the girl quickly says. “Keep going. Just ignore everything around you and sing!”

Marvin frowns at her insistence but turns back and continues warming up. The apprentice opens her book, heart thumping loudly. She was right! A wizard’s voice can break stone! Who knew?!

Behind her, Marvin takes a deep breath and sings. “You will be my wings… you will be my only love! You will take me far beyond the stars!”

The girl watches amazed as grass rises from the ground and icicles fall off the willow tree. Just how strong is this guy?! The statues shake again and more stone falls off.

“It’s working! Keep going!” she yells.

“What are you doing back there?!” Marvin demands.

“You’ll find out! Just sing! Please!” She is almost desperate. Marvin rolls his eyes.

“You will lift me high above! Everything we’re dreaming of will soon be ours!”

She squeals as the branches of the willow branch sprout leaves and flowers sprout from the ground. A large chunk of stone falls off Chase’s arm. The arm begins to move. She gasps in delight. Marvin sure has a lot of magic!

“Anything that we desire, anything at all… Everyday you’ll take me higher…” Marvin trails off.

“Why’d you stop?!”

“I… I’m tired and I just want to sleep. I’m far from home and I’m a mess and I don’t want to sing right now-”

“AND I’LL NEVER LET YOU FALL!!!!” The two whirl around to find Jackie underneath the tree. More icicles shatter.

“Jackie! Oh, Jackie, you’re alive!” Marvin runs over to the superhero, who grins in delight. He scoops Marvin up in his arms and twirls him around. Marvin buries his face in Jackie’s shoulder to hide his sobs.

“I missed you so much!” Jackie cries.

“They told me you were dead!” Marvin exclaims.

“They lied,” Jackie says simply. “I’m here now… You’re safe!”

Marvin laughs at last. It’s a lovely sound, one that hasn’t been heard in months. Jackie begins to sing again.

“I’ve been dreaming of a true love’s kiss! And a man I’m hoping comes with this!”

“Pure and strong and waiting to complete my love song!” Marvin continues.

The flowers are in full bloom. The willow tree’s branches dance in the wind, pink blossom petals falling off and swirling around the two lovers. The girl grins and turns around. The statues crack and the stone falls off its prisoners. Chase, Henrik and Jameson gasp and stumble out of the rubble.

“GUYS!” the girl throws herself on Jameson, who laughs gleefully and hugs her back.

“You did it, I knew you would!” Chase cries, joining in the hug pile.

Marvin gasps and turns around. “Chase?! Jameson?! HENRIK?!”

“Marvin!” Henrik is the first to reach the magician. He hugs Marvin, only to get a small squeak in return.

“Marvin? You okay?” Henrik asks.

“How did- I thought…” Marvin mumbles.

“They told him we were dead. They weren’t completely wrong,” Jackie says, expression darkening. Marvin frowns.

“The sorcerer dude turned those three into stone and threw Jackie in the lake when he tried to escape!” the girl explains. “I saved Jackie and had him transported the statues here while I went to get you!” She opens her book to the marked page. “The book said a wizard’s voice could break stone, and since you’re half wizard, I figured it would work! And it did!”

She gestures to the three men, who gather around Marvin for a group hug.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t get to you in time…” Jameson signs. “We tried to fight him off, but-”

“It doesn’t matter. We’re all here, we’re together again,” Marvin says, gripping Jameson’s hand. Jameson squeezes back.

The girl bounces on her toes. Chase pulls her into the circle.

“It was just luck that she arrived, clever little thing! Disguised herself as a fly! Henrik told her to go after Jackie and where our statues would be after we turned. She went to get him then they came back to save us!”

“I put the statues in a safe spot, while the girl masqueraded as a wedding-helper until she could break you free,” Jackie says.

Marvin gently kisses her on the forehead. She blushes.

“Thank you. You’ve done so much for us.”

The girl nods. “Happy I could help! So… now what?”

“Let’s go home,” Henrik suggests. “We’ll have a little party to celebrate escaping that horrible place and to thank our new friend.”

Holding each other tightly, the egos and their friend transport home to their friends and family.

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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☁ Drifting Away (Giotto) #05

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☁ Lost ✗ Byakudera ✗ Worry ☁

“Ahh, there you are!” Asari smiled as he approached you. “I’ve been looking for you, Y/N.”

An hour or so had passed since you left the garden and you had wandered back into the house. Currently, you were standing against the railing of the staircase, looking up at the paintings that hung on the walls. “What’s up?” you questioned as he came to a stop in front of you.

“Alaude is heading out for a little bit and Giotto thought it would be a good idea for you to join him,” he responded, chuckling when you raised an eyebrow. “He is waiting out front for you.”

You nodded, sending him a soft thank you before heading outside. Alaude stood next to the black metal gate, arms crossed and blue orbs closed. When he heard you approach, his eyes slid open and he took off through the gate. You followed a few feet behind him so he wouldn’t feel crowded – you knew that, like Hibari, he wasn’t fond of being too close to other people and he was probably in a bad mood since he had you tagging along against his will.

Despite the silence that followed you like a cloud, it was pretty peaceful and relaxing. The air was getting chilly as late afternoon approached, the sun hidden behind a bed of fluffy, light gray clouds. The trees rustled, their leaves, shades of browns and oranges, dancing in the wind. Autumn was just around the corner, less than a week away.

When you had re-entered the house after leaving the garden, you happened to take notice of the calendar on the wall. The date was the same as it was in your own era, the only difference being the year. You didn’t know if that could be considered a clue or not, but you had kept it in the back of your mind, just in case.

“I don’t know what you’re planning,” Alaude said suddenly, his voice low. “But you should watch what you do,” he glanced over his shoulder, face blank. “I don’t care what you plan to do, but the others won’t feel the same.”

You stopped walking, eyes wide in surprise before narrowing at his back. “It was you. You were the one in the library.”

Alaude stopped walking, turning around to face you. His expression was blank and he had an unreadable look in his eyes. He didn’t say anything, but his actions told you that you were right.

You stared at one another for a few moments before you managed to relax, your glare softening. “I know you have the whole ‘not wanting to be apart of this’ thing goin’ on, but… I’m still surprised you haven’t said anything to anyone.”

“As I said, I don’t care what you do,” he paused, turning back around. “You should be careful around Daemon Spade. Don’t get me wrong,” he glanced over his shoulder, his cold blue orbs stopping you from speaking. “I don’t care what happens to you but we would never hear the end of it from Giotto if something were to happen to you. Don’t trust Daemon Spade.”

You watched in surprise as he walked away, eyes slightly wide. Just like Hibari, he acts as if he couldn’t care less when, really, he does care. The lone cloud of Vongola… the drifting cloud that is never trapped by anyone and walks its own path, watching over others from a distance.

The corners of your lips tugged up into a smile, eyes shifting to the sky.

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After being left behind by Alaude, you had somehow managed to find yourself in the park. You didn’t know where exactly you were, how you got there, or how to get back, but you weren’t really worried about it. You had heard rumors that Italy’s streets were tough at night, but whether that was true or not was up to debate. This was the first time you had ever stepped foot in Italy so you really didn’t know what to think. And besides having Italian friends, you didn’t know anything about Italy aside from the fact that they have wonderful food.

A sigh passed your pale lips as you fell onto the cold metal bench, eyes cast towards the darkening sky. You couldn’t quite understand why, but at the moment, you felt content. It might have been because you knew who was in the library now and you also knew that he wouldn’t say anything about what he had heard. He had no benefit from it and, clearly, he didn’t see you as a threat.

You breathed in the cool air, a smile coming to your lips as you closed your eyes. Hell, it might have been the cold air that was making you feel so relaxed and calm. It always put a magic spell on you, just as it had since you were a child.

“Oi.“

The sound was so faint, you barely heard it. Summing it up to the wind or your own imagination, you kept your eyes closed and ignored it but you had an odd sensation in the back of your mind that you couldn’t quite understand.

“Dammit, woman! Don’t ignore me!“

Your eyes snapped open, scanning the area.

There was no one there. Not a single person. You shook your head and closed your eyes again, resting your hand on your forehead. “I’m losing it.”

“If only that was the case. Do you know how hard it is to get ahold of you?“

Your eyes opened once more, staring blankly at the empty bench across from you. Now, a normal person would be freaking out after hearing a voice like that when no one was around. Well, you’re not exactly normal, to begin with, but you had also been transported to the past. Nothing should surprise you at this point. “Okay, I’ll bite. Who are you, and why are you trying to get ahold of me?”

“Look to your right, behind the trees.“

Doing as the voice commanded, you glanced to the right, into the large patch of trees; it looked kind of like a mini forest. Inside, you saw a light whitish glow and you stood up, cautiously walking toward it. When you reached the source of the strange glow, you found a tall man, almost six feet tall. His hair was as white as Byakuran’s, but his hairstyle was in a similar fashion to Gokudera’s.

His voice resembled future Gokudera, the very same you had heard in your dream, and he was dressed in a black suit with an orange tie and white shirt. Fingerless gloves covered his hands, making the bright orange ring on his finger noticeable. Was that… it couldn’t be… a sky ring?

His reddish-purple eyes shifted to his ring before moving back to your face. His face stayed stoic, but his voice portrayed the annoyance he obviously felt. “Come with me. It’s too risky for us to talk in public.“

You watched as he turned around and began walking away. You hesitated for just a moment before shrugging and following after him – it was better than sitting on a park bench and doing nothing. The two of you walked for a good thirty minutes before coming to an abandoned house at the edge of town. You were surprised that it was still standing.

The wood had turned black like it had been scorched. All of the windows had been smashed and about three layers of dust covered everything. The wood of the porch squeaked under the weight like it hadn’t been walked on in years. There was no doorknob on the door, so it was easily pushed open, creaking under the strain of the hinges.

You glanced at the strange male as you entered the home. Normal thoughts would be along the lines of, “Oh my god, he’s going to kill me!”, but for some damned reason, you felt like it was safe to be around him. Reborn always told you that your intuition was pretty good, that you were a good judge of character. ‘Let’s hope he is right,’ you thought.

The man led you into the kitchen and opened a drawer underneath the sink. He pulled out a rather large knife, just a bit smaller than a butcher knife, and placed it over his ring. The knife began to glow before being engulfed in sky flames. A click made your attention turn towards the fridge. A hole, about the size of the tip of the knife, appeared by the handle. The man, who you decided to call Byakudera-chan until you got his actual name, walked over and inserted the knife into the hole. The whole fridge began to glow with the eight colors of the dying will flames before dying away. Another click and the door slowly opened.

A whistle passed your lips as you peered inside. It was a hallway, dimly lit by candles.

“Come with me,” he walked into the hallway and you followed behind. Several twists, turns, and forks later, you stopped in front of a large wooden door with the words Gardiano Famiglia sprawled across it in elegant yellow lettering, the same color as the sun flame. He pushed the door open and motioned for you to step inside.

Another whistle passed your lips when you entered. It was a cozy and welcoming living room. Two couches were in the center, facing each other; they were a light beige. In between the two was an oblong wooden table holding a black laptop. It was open, but the screen was black. The fireplace on the back wall looked like it hadn’t been lit in a while and various paintings covered the walls.

“Have a seat,” he told you, sitting on the couch that was facing the front of the laptop.

You sat across from him, left ankle resting on your right knee. The room wasn’t hot, nor was it cold, and it had a really welcoming feel to it.

Byakudera-chan looked over at the door opposite the one you came in through as footsteps made themselves known. Minutes later, the door was pushed open and in walked a male with bright red hair that reached his shoulders. Black rimmed glasses were on his face, in front of his bright green eyes – he slightly resembled Shouichi, like a distance cousin or something. He was out of breath as he walked over, taking his seat beside the male, right in front of the laptop.

“Sorry I’m late,” he breathed, glancing at Byakudera-chan before looking at you. “Is this the one?”

“That’s right.“

“The one what?” you raised an eyebrow in question.

Both men exchanged looks before looking back at you. You remained cautious and curious as they began to explain who they were, what they did, and why they needed you. To say it was a lot to process would be an understatement.

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Giotto stood in front of the window in his office, his eyes locked on the black gate that surrounded the property. Alaude, G, and Asari were standing in front of his desk, each with a different emotion on their face. Alaude’s face was blank, G’s was annoyed, and Asari looked worried.

Alaude had returned about two hours previously but he had returned alone. He had nothing to say when he was asked where you were. Obviously, he had no clue. When he had begun walking, he had expected you to follow, but you hadn’t. And there was no way he was going to waste his time scouring the city for you.

He knew you’d be back eventually. Like a lost cat, you’d find your way back at some point.

“It’s getting dark,” Giotto said softly. His guardians, his friends, knew what he meant by that sentence: it’s dangerous for a young one to be out alone at night in the heart of Italy.

“Should we go look for them?” Asari asked softly.

“Alaude should go,” G stated, glaring at the stoic male to his right. “He’s the one that lost them.”

“I did not lose them,” his voice was blank as he glanced at the storm guardian. “Y/N lost themself.”

“Che. You knew they were a foreigner and didn’t know their way around. You should have made sure they stuck with you. Now you have the Primo worried!”

“Arguing will get us nowhere,” Asari told them, his calming nature taking effect.

“I’ll go and find them,” Daemon Spade strolled into the room, past the three guardians and up to Giotto, who had turned around to look at him upon entrance. His usual smirk was plastered on his lips, his eyes shining with amusement. It would simply be a game of cat and mouse to him.

Giotto felt something wrong about the situation, but he refused to doubt his guardian. He nodded his head, turning fully to face the male. “I am trusting you to bring Y/N back safely, Daemon.”

Spade’s smirk widened. “Don’t worry. I’ll bring them back safe and sound. Kufufu~“

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impala-dreamer · 5 years

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Ragdoll

SPN FanFic

~Most of the time curses kill you, sometimes they just cause a ton of problems. But sometimes...very occasionally, they can fulfil one of your darkest desires.~

Dean x Reader x Sam (no wincest), Mentions of Bobby

3,740 Words

Warnings: NSFW!!! Case Angst. Magical Interference. Curse. Established Polygamous Relationship. Brotherly Banter. Magical Transformation Due To Curse. Oral. Face Fucking. Spitroasting. Creampie. Multiple Orgasms. Mentions of Pizza.

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Dean stood before the witch, pistol drawn and on the ready. His bowed legs were spread, green eyes locked, shoulders squared.

He took aim.

So did the witch.

The hag pulled her palms apart, conjuring up a ball of red, sparkling light. The air seemed to crackle with lightning as the ball grew, and even Dean, ready to strike, was awed by the pressure in the room.

In a split second of distraction, Dean dropped his gun just a hair and the witch struck.

The room filled with blinding red light and the electric ball shot across the room at Dean.

He cringed.

Sam yelled.

Y/N screamed.

There was a loud pop and then silence. Dean gasped and opened his eyes, finding the room back to normal and the witch gone. He took a deep breath and patted his chest with both hands, expecting to find a gaping hole or smoking flannel, but he was fine.

Surprised, he looked to his right and smirked at Sam. "Guess the bitch missed."

Sam shook his head and dove towards Dean's feet. "No!"

Y/N was on the floor, laid out, arms and legs twisted beneath her. She'd jumped in front of the spell, taking the hit for Dean.

"Fuck! Y/N, no!" Dean fell to his knees, hands frantically waving over the top of her frozen form, unsure of what to do as worry and guilt swirled in his head.

Sam slid down and scooped her up, nearly knocking Dean on his ass as he forced an arm beneath Y/N's head. He checked her pulse and then slapped her cheek hard, pulling her back to consciousness.

"Jesus fuck!" She shot up out of Sam's arms, pulling in a loud breath that gave Dean permission to breathe as well.

"Damnit, Y/N!" he cursed, turning away so she couldn't see the wetness of relief in his eyes. "Why did you do that!"

Y/N rolled her eyes as Sam helped her up. "You're welcome! Geeze, save a man's life and he gets all snippy…"

"You can't do things like that!" Dean barked, spinning around with fear in his eyes. "You had no idea what that spell was!"

"So I should have just let it hit you and found out?" She pulled away from Sam and wobbled forward a bit. "I don't think so!"

Dean balled his fists. "It could have killed you!"

Y/N grit her teeth. "It could have killed you!" She took a step but her toes felt funny, numb.

"Damnit, woman!"

"It didn't kill me, so..whatever!" She tossed her hands up in aggravated doneness and attempted to turn away, but Dean grabbed her arm, pulling her back.

"Don't do that again." He held her tight.

"Fine." She softened, shoulders and voice falling gently.

"Liar." He smiled.

"Asshole." She grinned.

"Can we go now?" Sam sighed.

They kissed.

Sam shook his head and turned for the door.

The drive back to the motel was fairly long as they had tracked the witch almost across the entire county.

Sam had his nose in the files while Dean worried a hole in his bottom lip, teeth digging in while he hugged the road.

"No idea what that was?" he asked his brother for the umpteenth time. "You didn't hear anything? No spell? You sure?"

Sam sighed and rubbed his forehead. "I really didn't. I was a little busy fighting off the pitbull. By the way, he nearly chewed through my boot. But I'm fine, thanks."

Y/N sat forward and patted Sam's shoulder. "I'm sorry, baby. We'll get you some new shoes after we dump this cunt in a hole."

Sam grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles gently.

Y/N noticed vaguely that she couldn't feel the usual stubble atop his lip.

"You still feeling ok?" Dean asked, eyeing her through the rearview.

Y/N sat back and gave him a tight smile. "I'm fine, Dean…"

"Don't get all annoyed at me," he scoffed. "You did something stupid."

"Yeah, yeah." Y/N rolled her eyes and turned towards the window, crossing her arms as she went. She felt the pressure as she whacked her elbow on the door, but the pain of it wasn't there. She shrugged it off and lay her head down, letting the rumble of the Impala rock her to sleep.

"Hey! We're here!"

Dean's palm slapped the back of the seat; the cracking leather and his deep voice pulling Y/N awake.

"Yeah," she mumbled, rubbing her drool covered cheek on her shoulder, "I'm up." She sat up, giving herself a sleepy shove away from the door, but she felt heavy, wrong.

The Impala rocked from side to side as the brothers vacated, doors squeaking on their hinges. Y/N shook her head, trying to clear away the last dregs of slumber, and reached for the door handle. Her shoulder twitched but her hand refused to move.

"Um."

Thinking perhaps she'd been leaning on a nerve and it fell asleep, Y/N reached for the door with her left hand.

It refused, barely lifting off of her lap.

"Um…"

She tried again with both hands, but she could not control her arms; everything below her elbows felt like lead.

With a small nugget of panic rising in her gut, she tried to wiggle her toes, then turn her ankles, extend her knees, but again- nothing. She could feel the seat beneath her, feel the pressure of trying to move, but her body would not cooperate.

"Um!"

Sam turned as he heard her shout. "What's wrong?" He opened the door and Y/N looked up with a worried but comical smile.

"Hey, so, you know that giant ball of witch power I took to the chest?"

Sam carried her to the room and lay her out on the bed, back propped up by every pillow in the double room. She watched as the boys scuffled about, Sam flipping through a random text, Dean barely concentrating on the computer as his eyes kept coming back to Y/N.

"You sure you're not in pain?" he asked, brow creased with worry.

Y/N smiled gently and attempted to shrug, but her arms, shoulder down, were blocks of granite. "I'm really not," she said honestly. "It's just annoying."

"And you are having no trouble breathing? Anything like that?" Sam inquired, eyes lifting from his book.

"Nope."

“Well, that’s good.”

Dean eyed him suspiciously. “How is this good?”

Sam sighed and put his book aside, giving up on it. “Well, generally, with full-body paralysis like this, the lungs and heart and internal organs are affected as well, usually making it hard for the body to continue… being alive.” Dean sat up, more concerned than ever, but Sam held up a hand. “But that’s not happening here, it seems. Just… she’s gone…”

“Limp,” Dean said sadly.

“Yeah.”

“I’m right here, ya know,” Y/N hissed, trying to shake her head in annoyance, but unable to move her neck. “Fuck. Guys…I can’t…” Her voice went high and tight and her eyes wet with frustration.

Dean left the table and sat by her side, warm fingers closing around her useless hand. “You’re gonna be OK, babygirl. OK?” He smiled sadly and squeezed her fingers. “You can still feel that, right?”

She tried to nod, but nothing moved. “I can. I… I’m so sorry, Dean. This is a waste of time and I shouldn’t have, I just… I couldn’t watch you get hurt again.”

“Stop that right now.” Dean gave her a true smile and leaned over her, kissing her forehead and then the apple of each cheek, then the tip of her nose. “We’ll fix this.”

“Dean?” she breathed, almost a hum against him. “I can feel your hand…”

Looking down, he noticed that his left hand had dropped almost automatically to her right breast as he leaned over; nothing unusual or unwanted, just odd in timing. He pulled back almost instantly.

“I’m... oops.” He laughed and Y/N smiled.

“It’s OK. I’m glad I can still feel it.”

Dean licked his lip slyly and gave her nipple a quick tweak. Y/N gasped and her eyes fluttered.

“Oh...ok…” she moaned. “That’s...wow. Yes. Please.”

Dean cocked an eyebrow in interest and let his fingers close around her tit, squeezing gently.

Her lips parted with a heavy sigh. "Use me, Dean…"

Sam interrupted. “That’s it!” he announced, jumping up and stomping towards the door. “I’m calling Bobby.”

Dean turned to watch him go, shrugging as the door slammed shut. Back to Y/N, he shifted on the bed and cupped both of Y/N’s breasts, watching carefully as her eyes glazed over.

“Can you feel that?”

“Yes…”

His thumbs rolled over her nipples until they were hard. “And that?”

Y/N moaned. “Yeah.”

He leaned down and kissed her slowly, sucking on her bottom lip. “Feel that?”

“Mmm.” Her tongue fell still against his, but her heavy breaths urged him on.

“And this?” Scratchy lips drifted slowly down across her jaw to settle beneath her ear.

“Ahh…”

Dean blew a thin stream of air across her ear and he felt her skin pimple beneath his fingertips. “This?”

Y/N made a throaty noise, but her tongue was immobile, her lips stuck slightly parted. He felt so good, so heavy on top of her, but she could do little more than moan and blink.

He snuck a hand up beneath her shirt, calloused fingertips scraping against her belly. Dean leaned in harder, sucking on her collarbone while he reached for her tit.

The door opened and closed loudly, Sam bounding in with information on his tongue. He looked up and nearly dropped his phone as he saw Dean molesting Y/N.

“Dean, what the fuck!”

“No, no…” Dean defended, climbing off the bed. “She likes it. She can feel it and was talking and asking for it just a minute ago.”

Sam looked over his brother at Y/N who lay like a statue on the pillows. Her head was tilted slightly to the right, her eyes wide and staring, lips parted. “Y/N?”

She didn’t move, entire body locked in place, but made a noise, pushing out a deep breath.

“See? She’s fine.” Dean smiled and crossed his arms over his chest, but quickly dropped them as Sam rolled his eyes at Dean’s tented jeans.

“Ya know…”

Dean cleared his throat. “So, any news?”

Sam put his phone on the table and nodded. “Bobby says it’s a simple Boneca Curse, seems similar to one he saw a few years back. It’s basically just a self-defense tactic to buy time. It should wear off in about six hours. Doesn’t kill you, just turns you into a…”

“Ragdoll.”

“Yeah.”

Dean smirked, looking back at Y/N. “Fun.”

Sam startled. “Is it?”

“Yeah,” Dean confirmed, eyes widening with an idea. “Watch.”

He returned to the bed and picked up Y/N’s left arm, holding it high and then letting it drop. It hit the bed, bouncing slightly on the crappy mattress, and then went still.

“Real mature,” Sam scolded.

Dean ignored him and carefully lifted both of Y/N’s arms above her head. They lay where he put them, gently resting on the pillows. He then spread her legs with care, running his hands firmly up her inner thighs as he went. Finally, he puckered her lips, tilting her chin down a bit.

“What are you doing?” Sam sighed, trying to remain unaffected by the sexual possibilities. She looked like a sex doll, open and ready to play.

“Instant bondage, no ropes!” Dean explained, proud of himself. “She can’t move, can’t squirm away. This is awesome.”

Sam shook his head and moved towards the scene. “Can’t give her consent, can’t use her safe word...this isn’t OK, Dean.”

Dean sucked his teeth. "Ya know, back when you didn't have a soul, you would have been all over this."

"Which should tell you something."

Y/N groaned and the boys turned their heads to her.

"I think she's trying to say something," Sam observed, moving to lean his ear to her lips.

"...ee..ssee…"

Dean looked over his shoulder. "What'd she say?"

"I don't know. I think she said please."

Dean snapped his fingers victoriously. "Told ya! Dude, she was begging for it two minutes ago. Trust me. This is like a huge fantasy for her."

Sam's neck nearly broke it spun around so fast. "She's said that?"

"I mean, not the whole curse thing, but the unable to move…" Dean waved his hands over Y/N, trying to articulate, "...frozen, time stop, sex doll thing. Yeah."

Sam frowned in interest and looked back at Y/N. "Really?"

"What, you guys don't talk about your kinks and stuff?"

Sam shook his head. "No, we talk about normal things like books and art and lore."

Dean laughed. "Your pillow talk needs work, brother."

There was a long pause during which Sam debated his entire life. He thought about Y/N and how much he loved to make her cum like a fountain on his dick, remembered every moral philosophy book he'd ever read and there were a few, then concluded without question that he was in no way going to touch or allow Dean to touch Y/N while she was in such a state.

Just as Sam moved to get up, Y/N made a noise that wasn't too far from but not quite his name, and Sam gave in to the impossibly shady but ultimately alluring situation. He kissed her hard, marveling at the feel of her lips. She was locked in place yet pliable, soft and warm. She couldn't kiss him back, but she moaned appreciatively when Sam bit down on her lip.

Dean took advantage of Sam's distraction and slowly began to undress her, taking care to use gentle fingers as he peeled off her boots, socks, jeans, and panties. When he reached her bare pussy, he let out a whistle that pulled Sam's eyes downwards.

"Look at that, Sammy," he beamed. "Pretty girl's all wet and ready for us."

Sam pinched her nipples through her shirt and watched in amazement as her pussy visibly clenched. "Well now...this may actually be fun."

Dean crawled onto the bed and fit himself between her legs, sitting up on his knees. "Come on, Sam, this was already fun." He grabbed Y/N's ankles gently and pushed, bending her knees as he spread them wider. Again, she stayed where he put her and Dean licked his lips. "So much fun."

Sam heard a rip of metal and looked back in shock as Dean was unsheathing his cock.

“You’re not gonna do that,” Sam hissed under his breath.

Fisting his cock and nudging the tip through Y/N’s already slick hole, Dean;s head wobbled in confusion. “Uh… yeah, I am.”

Y/N moaned happily as Dean pushed inside, just an inch, just to see what she’d do. Of course, she did nothing; body remaining exactly as he’d positioned it, but inside she was screaming for more, begging with all her soul for him to fuck her nice and hard while Sam watched on.

"Holy shit, she's so wet." Dean nearly purred as he thrust in a bit more, cock swallowed by her slick heat. "So...wet." His eyes rolled closed and he rocked his hips, bottoming out slowly, savoring the moment.

"Fuck." Sam stared at Y/N's blank, doll like expression as Dean began to move. He could feel the bed move with each thrust, hear Dean pushing through her wetness, but Y/N remained unchanged. Despite his worry, it was incredibly hot and he tugged at his jeans awkwardly, trying to give his hardening dick some space.

Dean noticed Sam's discomfort. "You don't have to just sit there like a lump, you know."

Sam twisted around, cheeks rudy with embarrassment. "What?"

"She's...fuck...she's got a mouth, Sam…"

Dean fell forward, hands catching on the mattress beside her waist and shut out the world, focusing on the delicious tightness of Y/N's cunt; imagining what she must be thinking, pretending he could hear her usual moans and screams.

Sam drew a finger across Y/N's cheek, curling it under her chin when he reached it. Curiously, he gave a little pull and her head turned towards him without a hint of hesitation. "Wow."

Y/N's breath crackled in her throat. He wished he could see a spark, hear a plea, something, anything, but she was a living statue. A true doll ready to be played with.

It didn't take him long to make the choice, his dick was throbbing painfully in his jeans.

Gently, he opened her mouth and squeezed her cheeks a bit, forming a beautiful pink circle into which he dipped the head of his cock. Her mouth watered around him and she moaned gratefully.

"Hear that?" Dean asked, voice a husky whisper as he picked up speed, "she always loves a good double stuff."

Sam ignored him, keeping his gaze on Y/N's empty, expressionless eyes as he slowly fucking into her mouth. "God, you're beautiful," he growled, speaking to the ragdoll who couldn't acknowledge.

Inside, she blushed. Inside, she gagged around his massive cock. Inside, she thrashed and twisted and clawed and tightened and screamed as her body shook with orgasm.

Outside, she was silent, but her cunt spasmed hard around Dean.

"Holy fuck!" He shivered and pushed up again, thrusting faster. "I think she just came."

"Such a good...fuckdoll," Sam praised, sliding through her lips again. An idea floated through his head and Sam grabbed her left hand, turning her wrist and arranging her fingers so that she cupped his balls perfectly. "So good."

With a smirk, Dean followed suit, yanking Y/N's shirt up over her chest and placing her right hand on her breast. For fun, he squeezed her fingers so they stayed tight around the soft flesh, dumpling it perfectly.

"There ya go, baby," he teased. "I know you like to play with your tits when you cum."

Her cunt clenched in response and Dean lifted her knees, hooking them around his sides so he could take her deeper. The new angle made her hum deeply and after four good snaps of Dean's hips, she was cumming again, this time letting loose a hot stream against him.

"Fuck, Y/N!" Dean grunted with each thrust and then came, unable to hold back any longer.

He rolled away after a while, pants and shirt a wet mess. He lay on his back and dragged a hand down his face as he caught his breath, amazed that Y/N still had not moved. Her legs were as he'd left them, spread wide, pussy swollen and leaking his cum. He thought for a second about grabbing his phone and snapping a picture to show her later, but it was so far away, and his blood was still relocating back through his limbs.

Now that Sam had her all to himself, he went to town, pulling away to readjust his dollie. She moved so easily, as if she weighed nothing at all, and Sam quickly got her sitting up on her knees. With some effort, her removed her shirt and posed her hands to cup her naked tits, offering them up to him.

"You're way too into this, dude," Dean laughed, watching from his spot.

"Go take a shower," Sam snapped, maneuvering her head to sit where he wanted.

"Whatever."

The bathroom door slammed and Sam pushed his fingers through Y/N's hair, tangling tightly so he could pull her head back and forth.

Wide eyes stared, flat tongue lay still, heart raced.

Sam fucked her face until he felt her gag, jabbing his hips into her again and again. Tears fell and her voice rumbled; Sam went faster.

When he was close, he pulled out and took over, staring down at her pretty tits as he jerked himself off, aiming for her presented nipples as his target.

"Fuck! Goddammit, shit!"

Y/N stayed still, a living statue painted with his hot cum, face not showing a glimpse of the bliss rolling inside. She came again, mind blown as her cunt pulsed, soaking into the bed below.

Out of breath and growling, Sam hopped down off of the bed and grabbed her face in one hand, turning her lips upwards for a deep kiss.

"Thanks," he whispered.

Deep inside, Y/N thanked him in return.

"Go get me pizza," Y/N mumbled, stretching out her arms and nearly rolling out of bed.

Dean's head snapped towards her and he got up from the couch. "Hey, baby," he smiled, coming to sit by her side. "Feeling better?"

"I'm starving. Please go get me pizza."

He laughed and kissed her forehead, relieved the spell was fading. "Sam went to get some food."

"Good."

On cue, Sam was there, struggling to open the door with two paper bags and a cup holder in his hands. "Please, don't help," he sassed.

Dean shrugged. "Wasn't gonna."

Sam dropped dinner on the table and pulled a soda out for Y/N. "Drink," he said, shoving a straw in her face. "You need sugar."

"Think I already got some," she teased, reaching out to pinch his ass.

"You back to normal?"

She sighed and nodded. "I feel everything again. I'm back to normal." For emphasis, she wagged her fingers at him and winked. "All good. Sadly."

Sam cocked his head. "Sadly?"

"I mean… That was a fucking dream come true," she sighed and took a drink, staring off into nothing, remembering.

"Was pretty awesome," Dean agreed.

Sam smiled reluctantly. "It was."

Dean laughed. "Especially round two when you put her on the table and-"

"Oh, that was hot!" Y/N cut in, nodding enthusiastically. "And when you used the-"

Sam threw up his hands, done. "OK. It was hot! Do we need to talk about every detail?"

Y/N shrugged and chewed her straw. "I'm just saying...if you ever wanna use bedsheets like that again...I'm down."

Sam's face burned bright. "Please stop."

Dean laughed and fished a but her from the bag. "Such a prude, Sammy. Embrace your inner freak."

"Shut up!"

"Bitch!"

"Jerk!"

"I love you guys." Y/N sighed, sinking back against the pillows with a very satisfied smile.

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noisyquokka · 5 years

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Fairytale Kisses

pairing: Jisung x Fem!reader

genre: Floffity floof floof, my buds

length: 2.4k

warnings: N/A unless Jisung interacting with a child is dangerous... nahhh.... unless...

Gist - When you planned a night out with your best friend, you didn’t expect to forget about babysitting your cousin. You didn’t expect to kiss your best friend either but that’s a tale for another time...

A/N: Alright so to begin with, this was supposed to be Jisung’s birthday drabble but uhh... see, my imagination got the best of me so this is longer than I expected it to be. SO!!! If you guys enjoy this and want a part 2, let me know because I have a little more up my sleeve! Plus, Jisung with a child would be the sweetest shit ever I legitimately wanna cry :’)

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"Spongebob?"

"No."

"Bubbles?"

"Nope!"

"Oh, oh, I know! Moomin!"

"Very good guess, muffin, but you're wrong again!"

Your little cousin pouted, nuzzling her face into your back. You smiled to yourself, tapping away at your phone screen. There was no denying how much love you held for your cousin - the youngest of your family - what with how often you babysat for your aunt. You always enjoyed watching her, today was no different. Well, besides your special guest.

"Can you just tell me? My thinky box is broken." She said, shuffling around so she was standing in front of you. A chuckle escaped you, staring up at the 6-year-old playing with her pigtails. The simplicity of a child's mind.

"Don't tell me you forgot about your favorite character!" You hinted, brows raising in surprise. The child threw her head back, sticking her bottom lip out in deep thought. A small gasp shook her tiny body and you locked eyes, a hint of a gummy smile on her face.

"Sung Sung!?"

Her eyes filled with hope as she observed your features, waiting for any sign that her answer was correct this time. Initially, today was supposed to be a day spent with Jisung going to the movies and just hanging out. And it would've been had you not forgotten about watching the child in front of you. Luckily Jisung wasn't appalled at the idea of bringing her along with you as it was quite obvious how much he loved her from the first time he met her. You lifted a finger to your chin in thought.

"Hmm, I don't know... let's find out!" You replied, tapping on Jisung's contact. After a few rings, the call connected and your cousin squealed with delight at the sound of your best friend's voice.

"Sung Sung, when are you gonna be here?" She asked, hopping in front of you excitedly. Sometimes you wondered if she enjoyed Jisung's company more than yours!

"I'll be there in just a few minutes, sweetpea. Can you wait for me?" He asked, voice muffled over the speakerphone. She nodded in response and you laughed, listening to her squeals of happiness.

"That's an affirmative, Ji! We'll be seeing you."

"Alright."

The call ended and your little cousin made her way back over to you. She continued to dance around the living room, slipping under your legs that were propped up on the ottoman, and finally pouncing on the couch beside you.

"Where is Sung Sung?" She asked, standing on the cushion to peer out the window. The question sounded more like a demand. As if the boy should've been there already by some sort of magic spell. You set your phone down, sitting up next to the impatient little girl.

"Why don't we go and wait outside for Sung Sung? He should be here soon!" You said, standing up. Before you could move away from the couch, two little arms flung over your shoulders, climbing onto your back. On instinct, your hands grabbed for her legs, supporting most of her weight so she wouldn't fall. Once she was comfortable, she pointed towards the front door.

"Onward, trusty steed! We must welcome our King Sung Sung at the entrance to the castle!" She said it so seriously that you almost believed you were apart of some fantasy universe. Until those giggles resounded throughout the room once again, emitting nothing but beautiful and happy vibes into everything around her, including you. Imitating the sounds of a cow, you raced through the house with your little cousin clinging to your neck.

"Why are you mooing?" She giggled, causing you to stop and glance over your shoulder with furrowed brows.

"Wha- don't you know about the magical moo-cows?"

"Nooo," more giggles, "I don't believe you!"

You gasped in mock hurt, walking down the hallway as you spoke.

"Well, you should! These special moo-cows carry special little girls all over the kingdom on adventures and they help welcome royal guests."

You felt her cling tighter to your waist with her legs, adjusting herself on your back.

"Do they help welcome Kings like Sung Sung?" She asked, squealing inwardly as you stopped at the front door. You nodded, opening the door to the warm air of late Summer. Just on queue, Jisung skated up the street as you made your way outside.

"Sung Sung!"

Jisung's eyes widened at the sight of your little cousin, hopping off his skateboard at the end of your driveway. Jisung was your best friend, that you were sure of. But for the past few months, you noticed the shift in your emotions; the shift that would change things indefinitely. You were crushing on Jisung.

Now just because you noticed them didn't mean you did the healthy thing. Unless stuffing them in the deepest crevis of your mind and ignoring them was healthy. But even that was hard because frankly, Han Jisung did a lot of things that made your heart rate pick up. Right now was no exception. You watched as your little cousin ran up to him, that mousey voice repeating Jisung's nickname like a mantra. He bent down to pick her up and she squealed once more.

"Hello, my little peanut." Jisung beamed, resting her on his hip. She smiled from ear to ear, wrapping her small arms around his neck. You knew how much adoration Jisung had for her, so much so that you swore you'd never seen him interact with any other child in the same nature. That little girl had Jisung wrapped around her tiny finger and vice-versa.

"Aren't you going to welcome your King inside?" You asked, prompting your little cousin to hide her face in the crook of his neck. Jisung could feel his heart explode in his chest at her actions, so simple yet so sweet.

"Aww, have you been keeping watch over my crown? You know it's very important to me." He said and she nodded. The three of you made your way inside, Jisung making a B-line for the living room with the pint-sized child still in his arms. As soon as he sat down she was gone, running off to fetch her King's glorious crown.

"You know, she adores you more than Prince Eric!" You said entering the living room, drinks in hand. Jisung chuckled, taking the soda you offered him.

"What, nooo... You think so?"

You smirked at his hesitance, cracking open your own drink. Before you could answer, the sound of tiny footsteps across the wooden floor resounded through the house. Your little cousin bounded around the corner, the crown she had made for Jisung in her hands. Without warning, she pounced on his lap and Jisung let out a grunt, handing you his drink.

"Are you using me, King Sung Sung, as a jungle gym?" He bellowed, holding her small body above him. All she managed to do was squeak in surprise, cackling at how low Jisung's voice was.

"That's not King Sung Sung!" She exclaimed as Jisung placed her back on his lap. You watched as he played along, rubbing his stomach.

"Ah, you're right, peanut. I'm not feeling so good." He stared at his hands, rubbing them on his jeans. The child studied his every move, seemingly confused.

"Do you have a tummy ache? Are your eyes being controlled by tiny minions?" Jisung found himself close to breaking character when she pulled a silly face, but he remained calm and collected.

"No, no. It's my hands..." He said, showing her the palms of his hands. "I think it's taken hold of me, I can't control it!" Closer and closer his slender fingers crept towards her sides. You watched as she seemed to connect the dots, springing up to run away from the boy. Her attempt was futile and before you knew it, those contagious giggles filled the room, enveloping you and Jisung in pure bliss.

"Stop! Stop!" She squealed, trying her best to escape Jisung's merciless prodding of her sides. "Magical moo-cow, de- defeat the monster!"

You knew that when your best friend played with your little cousin, he always pulled you into the antics. So naturally, you were keeping your distance to save yourself the stomach ache. But how could you let your precious little fairy be defeated by the big bad tickle monster? You set your drink on the coffee table and armed yourself with an accent pillow, taking a swing at his left side. Jisung obviously wasn't expecting that! His wide eyes stared back at you, mouth agape as you held the pillow up once again, attacking the boy a second time.

"YOU'VE MET YOUR MATCH, TICKLE MONSTER!" You exclaimed, mooing aggressively. Your cousin had sat up and grabbed her own pillow by now, joining you in the battle with soft wallops and a war cry that sounded close to baby Groot.

"YEAH YOU MEANIE! GIVE US BACK KING SUNG SUNG!"

"NEVER!!" Jisung howled, falling off the side of the couch with a thud. You stopped, waiting for him to pop his head over the armrest but he didn't. Did he actually hurt himself? You shuffled to the opposite side of the couch, looking over the side to find... the hardwood floor.

"Ji- AHH!"

In an instant, Jisung had hopped over the back of the sofa and onto you, trapping you under him. His fingers found your sides with ease and you wished you would've kept bashing him with the pillow because you already felt your abdomen screaming for mercy. The little girl had resumed her soft wallops on Jisung's back but you knew that he wouldn't let up on you. You were one of the most ticklish people on Earth and he was eating up every second of your laughter and pleas to stop.

"I'll stop once you apologize for whacking me with those hard pillows!" He said, not backing down in the slightest.

"Oh pl-ease, tho-those are the so- softest pillows I own!" You replied, sucking in breaths every time his fingers dug into your skin. If Jisung was anything, it was relentless! Your arms did their best to fight off his attacks, to no avail. There was no way you could keep this up! Your sides were already cramping from how sensitive your waist was.

"C'mon, Y/N!" He teased, chuckling at your squeals, "It's the King or the Queen!"

Did you hear him correctly? King or Queen? Last you checked you were playing cow! You couldn't bother to worry about it right now, though. You were in a bit of a predicament! Finding your upper arm strength, you shoved him off of you, his back landing on the couch cushion behind him.

"You're right!" You said, grinning down at him. "And the King seems to have been defeated." Jisung smirked back, pulling you forward by the arm. It was that moment that your mind started screaming.

Oh... This is close...

Very close.

Your opposite arm had landed right beside Jisung's head, propping you up just enough that you weren't nose to nose with him. What made you freak was how he was handling this close proximity; way too well! The smirk on his face had faded, turning his expression soft. His brown eyes stared into yours, slightly hidden by his unruly hair. If he still wasn't holding onto your forearm you would have swept those strands from his line of sight but it did make him look softer. So much softer... SNAP OUT OF IT, Y/N! God forbid you had to complete some sort of 'don't crush on Jisung' challenge, you would've lost years ago! Hell, you were breaking now! His gaze fell to your lips for a split second and, oh boy... you wondered if he could hear your heartbeat pick up. Maybe he did because he cocked his head, blinked twice, and pulled you closer. Before your brain could comprehend those actions, Jisung had captured your lips in a sweet and delicate kiss.

Do you pinch yourself now?

This was actually happening!?

Your best friend? Kissing you?

After a few moments, Jisung pulled away. You rested your forehead against his shoulder, keeping your eyes closed out of embarrassment. You don't know why you were embarrassed. Maybe because of how much you enjoyed it. Or maybe it was because you knew he didn't really mean it.

"Eeewwwwww!"

Both you and Jisung looked towards the sound of the small voice. Your little cousin sat on the ottoman right in front of you, her nose crinkled in disgust.

"You just kissed a moo-cow!" She giggled, sticking her tongue out. You glanced down at Jisung, who was already smiling at the little girl. He sat up with you, leaning forward to pick her up and place her on his lap.

"Do you know why I kissed the moo-cow, peanut?" He asked her. Your cousin shook her head, jutting her bottom lip out.

"Well, you know how fairytales go! To break the curse, you need a true love's kiss."

Say what now!?

"But, I thought moo-cows were common. They help greet royal guests," The child poked her cheek in thought. "And you're King Sung Sung. Princes are the ones that break curses!"

You weren't even a part of this conversation, you were just there! Quite frankly, you liked it that way. You didn't know how to respond to any of what was happening anyway. Jisung had kissed you without a word! What did it even mean? You hoped it wasn't going to be one of those 'I kissed you, now let's ignore that for the rest of our lives' situations. On second thought, maybe that wasn't such a bad idea...

Jisung gasped at your cousin's words, shaking his head.

"Is that what you've heard? Tsk, tsk, tsk!" He took the crown from her hands, placing the mass of sticks and orange silk flowers on his head. Perfect. "Kings are much more powerful than Princes. And if you see a magical moo-cow, that's not always a good thing."

"What! Why?" She questioned, her brown eyes darting between you and Jisung. Yeah, why!!! You were as confused as she was.

"There are evil wizards in this kingdom that curse others, turning them into animals! Y/N just happened to be one of those people." He said, shooting you a smile. That beautiful smile... The child blinked, seemingly confused before she shrugged.

"Ok, well... can we go for ice cream now?"

You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head.

"You haven't eaten dinner yet, muffin." You reminded, hearing her whine in protest.

"C'mon, you wanna grow up to be strong, right?" Jisung asked, standing up with the little girl in his arms. A sheepish nod was the only answer he received. "Then you've gotta eat right! We can't defeat evil with just ice cream!"

"Of course we can!"

Oh, that was a good try on her part. You grabbed your phone off the table, slipping it in your pocket.

"Then, let's get going!"

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I genuinely enjoyed writing this and I hope you guys enjoyed reading it! If y’all want a part 2, let me know 💗 I’ll most likely post that on Ji’s birthday!

#stray kids #han jisung #stray kids drabbles #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #han jisung imagines #han jisung drabbles #han jisung scenarios

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ashes-and-ashes · 5 years

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Confession time... I live for people treating Remus like shit because of his lycanthropy, and Sirius (and the others) being really protective and losing their temper when they see it. So if you were to write that, know that it would end me, but I'd die happy 💙

Whoops. I got carried away. Hope you like this Rosie (and I hope it is angsty enough!!)

tw for alcohol, implied self harm and depression

Bar fights

Sirius stares down into his glass.

He scowls. It was called the Dragon, supposedly the “fiercest drink in all of Wizarding Britain” and he can already tell that it wouldn’t be strong enough. Firewhisky and gillywater and something that made it turn bright blue, all mixed into a glass. It steamed slightly, bubbles floating to the surface and the barkeeper smirks over at him.

“A little young to be drinking eh?” He laughs. “You sure you can finish that?”

Sirius just raises an eyebrow, downing the drink in one shot. “Not strong enough,” he mutters, rapping his knuckles on the bar.

The barkeeper blinks at him, then turns away. Sirius sighs.

He supposed it wasn’t fair. He’s a Black. Judging by the amount Walburga drank, he’d been ingesting alcohol in the womb.

Sirius scrubs his hand over his face, staring down at the bar. It’s stained, from the rings of some drink long dried, and he picks at the marks with his fingernail.

He had sworn to himself, a few years ago when he was 12 that he would never drink again. Sworn it while huddled in his room, biting back his sobs as he tried to heal the gashes in his back and the waves of pain all over his body. Walburga was bad enough sober - the cuts on Sirius’ arms and legs were proof of that. But she only ever used Crucio when she was drunk.

He snatches the glass from the barkeeper, downs it again. He had only really started drinking a month ago, to keep away the nightmares and the thoughts and the images. Sobriety was hell. Better to wash it away in the haze of drink then linger on what his life had become.

The Prank. Even thinking the words made him shudder. He had replayed that night in his head, over and over again, turning over every second until the memories were seared into his brain.

If only I hadn't read the letter. If only I was strong enough to resist the torture. If only I was faster, smarter, quicker. If only I hadn’t been so stupid.

He slumps in his chair. It was over now. Him and Remus were done. He still couldn’t help but feel that it was punishment, punishment for running away, punishment for leaving Reg with his parents.

And it was Remus’ birthday today, his 16th. Sirius’ heart aches as he imagines it. Everyone crowded around Remus, everyone singing Happy Birthday to him. He had spent ages planning the events for Remus’ birthday, the picnic and the candles and the secret spot by the lake.

He laughs bitterly. Everyone thought they’d be forever, him and Re. The Prank had torn them apart.

Good, he thinks, tightening his grip on the empty glass. He’s rid of me now. He’s free.

Sirius knew he could never be free of Remus. He loved him too much, a burning, aching pain inside of him, so much that it hurt. There would always be a part of him that loved Remus, no matter how many days passed, a part of him that could never be filled by anyone else.

How many moments did they have together? How many whispered secrets and shared kisses, how many times had they traced each other’s scars?

He’d thought they’d last forever.

Sirius hears the door bang open, the sound of laughter filling the bar. He turns on his stool, half-paying attention when he freezes.

Remus stares at him, surrounded by people. James and Lily chatting animatedly, Dorcas and Marlene with their arms around each other, Gideon next to Fabian who was holding Kingsley’s hand, Peter talking to Mary. His best friends, all of them, the ones who he’d die for and they all hated him.

Sirius curses under his breath, standing in a fluid motion. He turns, grabbing his cloak, hoping that Remus would ignore him, would look away.

He’s wrong. Halfway to the door, Remus steps in front of him. “What,” he hisses, “Are you doing here?”

Sirius drops his gaze. He’s heard that steel in Remus’ voice before, heard it used on Snape and the Slytherins, to his mother and his father and everyone else who crossed him. But he’s never had it directed at him before.

Sirius swallows, hard, trying to clear the lump in his throat. “I’m….I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were coming here - “

Around him, he can feel the life going out of the party, near-identical glares being turned in his direction. He looks down. “I’ll leave now.”

Part of him still hopes. Hopes that Remus will shake his head, ask him to stay. That he can celebrate the birthday of the boy he loved most, that he could pretend just for one night that everything was okay again.

But instead, Remus just nods. “I think you should.”

Sirius bites his lip, walking towards the door. He slips out then closes it behind him, managing to make it to the alley behind the bar.

He drops to the ground, perched on the balls of his feet, his head in his hands. The night is cool, the air crisp, and he takes a deep breath.

He can feel it, the numbness, the way he was slowly drowning in it. It was as if a sheet of plastic had been placed over the world, blurring everything together, muting out all sounds. He supposed he deserved it.

Sirius lets his head rest against the wall. His lungs burn, a blinding headache forcing its way into his head and he wishes he had a cigarette.

Sirius clenches his fists, his nails digging into his palm, carving bloody half-moons into his flesh.

He scared himself sometimes, when the numbness came down and his heart ached and all he wanted to do was bleed. Something stronger, deeper than just a blade against skin, when he wanted to fight.

There’s a flurry of movement to his left, two guys walking into the alley. They’re sketchy looking, dirty and high, and Sirius ignores them. Behind him, a window opens, and he can hear laughed pouring into the alley.

He recognizes the laughs - Kingsley’s low rumble and Lily’s high-pitched giggle, James’ snort and Peter’s squeak and Marlene howling as someone banged the table. And Remus, the huff of breath as he smiled, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed. He would recognize Remus’ laugh anywhere, would recognize him even if he was blind.

The two guys on his left are mumbling, and Sirius barely makes out a few words.

“Piece of shit…”

“Just mug him then…”

“Nah don’t want to get busted….”

He ignores the words, yanking on his hair with his hands, so hard his eyes begin to water. His feet ache from crouching, his neck stiff and he winces as he he forces himself to his feet. He turns, snarling as he starts to exit the alley.

“Asshole. Won’t pay up.”

“At least he’s not a queer.”

There’s a low laugh. “Well. Or a werewolf.”

The other person snorts. “Werewolves. Filthy half breeds, ought to be put down the load of them. Always biting people and rutting around everywhere.”

“As if they’re good for anything else.”

The anger rises in Sirius, so fast he almost falls over. He turns around, clenching his fists together. “Don’t talk about werewolves like that.”

The two men pause, then look up at Sirius. The first one smiles. “What the hell you doing kid?”

The other one laughs. “Trying to be tough. Spoiling for a fight.”

“Fucktard.” The two of them snort. “Go away kid. Won’t ask again.”

Sirius doesn’t. He carefully widens his stance, one foot in front of the other. “I said. Don’t talk about werewolves like that.”

“Why?” The man winks. “Ahh. I see. Fucking one are you? Taking it straight up the ass like the fag you are, I’m sure. Probably enjoy it too.”

“Is it beastiality if he’s in human form while you fuck?” The man shrugs. “Or is it just - “

Sirius snaps.

His wand is in his hand in an instant, pointed directly at the first man. “Stupefy!” The man crashes backwards, directly into a bunch of boxes, and Sirius whirls. “Diffendo!”

Gashes appear in the floor and in the man’s skin, blood welling up from the cuts as he snarls. “Bastard. What the fuck?”

Sirius laughs, the sound slightly unhinged. His heart is pounding in his chest, his muscles tense and he loves it because finally. Finally he’s free, not thinking about Remus or Snape or the Prank, finally his head is clear. He just smiles back. “I warned you. Don’t talk about werewolves like that.”

“Fucking son of a bitch.” The man spits at Sirius’ feet. “Gay fag.”

Sirius raises an eyebrow. “Flipendo!”

The spell hurtles toward the man, who just flicks his wand. “Protego.”

Sirius steps to the side, the bolt careening past his leg. He raises his wand, fire dancing at the top. “Incendio!”

He’s not sure how long the fight lasts. The man is good, handling multiple spells with ease, managing to slice Sirius’ arm, repel his spell and revive his unconscious friend on the floor. Sirius curses, blood running down his arm, pouring into his eye from a cut on his forehead. He blinks furiously, trying to get the thick liquid out, anger burning in his chest. Without thinking, he points his wand straight at the man, right at his chest. “Cru - “

“Sirius no!”

And suddenly a hand is wrapped around his wrist, the crimson jet at the tip of his wand flying wide. He turns, yanking his arm away, about to curse the person when he stops dead.

Remus stares back at him, panting and covered in blood, the moonlight making the lines on his face glow. Sirius swears. “Shit, Re, I….” He trails off. “Re. Re, there’s blood all over you - “

“It’s yours.” Remus’ voice is steady. “I’m fine.”

“But…” With a start, Sirius remembers the men. He turns around, his wand raised, only to have Remus step in front of him. “Sirius. No.”

Sirius whirls, fury burning in his chest. “What the fuck do you mean, no?”

Remus glares back at him. “No.”

There’s a bang. Sirius whips around, in time to see the man’s fingers close over the handle of his wand. With a pop, both men disappear, vanishing to god knows where, leaving nothing behind but a trail of blood.

“This close.” Sirius’ throat is tight, like someone was slowly strangling him. He coughs, swallowing hard. “I was this close to defeating them Re, this close! I had them!”

“You were about to use Crucio on them.” Remus’ voice is cold. “You were going to use an unforgivable curse on them.”

Sirius looks down. He feels something wet on his head, on his face. Rain starts to trickle from the sky in steady streams, darkening the pavement where he stood. He meets Remus’ gaze. “Yes.”

“God Sirius.” Remus runs his hands through his hair. “How could you? You know what it was like, being tortured. How could you wish that into someone else?”

Sirius bites his lip. He can taste blood, coating his tongue and cheek, salty and metallic. “They were insulting werewolves.”

Remus stares back at him, his face draining of colour. Sirius continues. “Saying things like...like they deserved to be put down. That they were monsters. That - “

“No.” Remus’ voice is shaking. “No. Y-you.”

“Re - “

Remus shakes him off. “No. Not for me. Never for me.”

Sirius frowns. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m not worth it.” Remus is trembling, his voice cracking on the words. “I’m not worth it Sirus, I’m not worth you attaching them! I’m not worth a fucking unforgivable curse, God, Sirius, you could have been thrown in Azkaban for that!”

“I don’t - “

“Don’t you dare.” Remus glares at him. “Don’t you dare say that you don’t care about going to Azkaban, don’t you dare say it. I am nothing, Sirius, I am nothing but a half breed, and you are a Black! You are practically a Prince and I swear, you cannot throw your life away for me!”

“I’m not throwing my life away.” Sirius keeps his voice calm. “I love you Remus, I know you don’t anymore but I do. I love you so damn much - I would go to Azkaban in a heartbeat if it would make you happy - “

“We are over,” Remus spits and the sound breaks Sirius’ heart. “We’ve been done for a month! How can you - how can you risk your life for something so stupid - “

“You’re not stupid! You mean something - “

Remus shakes his head. “I mean nothing. I am nothing in this world, nothing in this story! I am a small mark on your book Sirius, and you should leave and forget about me.”

Sirius closes his eyes. It’s pouring now, plastering Remus’ hair to his head. It soaks the ground, washing away the blood, rivlets of water dripping down his back.

“How can I forget about you, Re? I still love you.”

Remus closes his eyes. “Do you think I don’t?” He laughs bitterly. “It’s been almost a month now and I still find myself longing for what we had before.” He looks up. “But you see why we can’t, right? It’s not just...just what you did. You’re a prince, Sirius, you have your whole life ahead of you. As soon as I’m 17 I have to register. I’ll be put into a Werewolf Camp. I’ll probably die alone and starving in some alleyway somewhere.”

“Bullshit.” Sirius shakes his head. “I don’t give a damn about you being a werewolf, Re, I still love you - “

Remus just shakes his head. A small, choked noise escapes his throat, maybe a sob or maybe a laugh, and Sirius’ breath hitches. “Re - ?”

Remus just presses him against the wall and kisses him.

The rain pounds against the sidewalk, filling the air with the scent of rain, and Sirius leans back. Hungry, open mouths and roaming hands and God he’s wanted this for so long, wanted to feel Remus against him again, their lips pressed together, the steady rise and fall of the scars on their skin. He feels Remus’ fingers on his back, moving unfalteringly over the gashes, and Sirius closes his eyes.

Slowly, carefully, Remus pulls away. He steps back, his arms falling to his side, his hair sticking up in spikes. It’s hard to tell from all the rain, but Sirius thinks he sees tears in his eyes. “God. I’ve wanted…”

“Me too.” Sirius swallows. “Re - “

“No.” Remus takes another step back. “We can’t - we can’t do this - “

“Yes we can!” Sirius shakes his head. “I don’t care, Remus, I don’t give a damn that you’re a werewolf or that you’re not high-born or that you’re poor!”

“How could you fall in love - “

“I fell in love with Remus Lupin.” Sirius closes his eyes. “The kind, brave, beautiful boy who comforted me on my first night away from home. The boy who helped me with my projects and let me copy his homework. The one who taught me stitching spells when my mother started cutting me, the one who came when I woke up screaming from nightmares. I fell in love with the boy who kissed me for the first time just before a transformation, who always gave second chances. I fell in love with you, Re. Fuck the werewolf.”

“You - “ Remus’ voice cracks. “You deserve the world, Sirius. I...I don’t know if I can give that to you.”

Sirius just reaches forward. He presses his palm against Remus’ cheek, the fluttering in his heart growing as Remus leans into the touch. “You are my world, Re. I don’t need anything else.”

Remus bites his lip. “Sirius - “

“I love you.” He laughs. “God. I love you so much.”

Remus swallows, hard. He nods, pulls Sirius up closer against him. “I love you too.”

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tiny-opal-essence · 4 years

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Pocket Paladin Chpt 13

Solar Flare

“I’m glad Coran found that box of doll clothes in the storage room. It’s nice having some new outfits.”

“They’re not really new if they’re 10,000 years old,” Keith commented.

“Well, they’re new to me. And they look amazing.” Lance was happy to be wearing more normal clothes. He never thought he would miss jeans so much. It was surprising that Alteans 10,000 years ago would have a similar material. The clothes were a bit big on him and the giant tags annoying, but they helped him feel a bit better about his whole situation.

“I wonder if there’s any more where these came from.” Keith thought out loud as he looked at the bin currently resting on his nightstand.

“I hope so. Maybe I can help Coran look through the storage room. Who knows what’s in there.” Lance was once again leaning over the side of the bin and digging through the different clothes. “Ooh!” He started leaning more forward to try and grab something.

“Careful, Lance. You might-”

Lance fell in the box and disappeared beneath the surface.

“-fall. Are you ok?” Keith looked but didn’t see Lance.

A few seconds later, Lance stuck his arm up above the layers of doll clothes holding something victoriously.

“Got it!” Lance made his way to the side of the bin with the piece of clothing.

“Do you need help getting out?”

“Nah, I’ve got this.” Lance tossed the clothing over the edge before reaching up. He was just barely able to grab it as he kept sinking slightly in the doll clothes. He started pulling himself up but was struggling to get over the edge. After trying for a little while, he decided to take Keith up on his offer. “Okay, maybe I could use a little help.”

Keith brought his hand down into the bin so Lance could climb on.

“Seems like those were acting like quicksand.”

“More like the pit from gymnastics,” Lance commented as Keith brought his hand down to the surface of the nightstand.

“I didn’t know you took gymnastics.”

“Only for a little bit. Never really had the upper body strength for it.”

That and there wasn’t always enough money for mi familia to pay for it.

Lance walked over and grabbed the article of clothing he had fallen in retrieving.

“Who would have thought that Alteans 10,000 years ago had hoodies? I mean, what are the chances?” Lance said as he put on the hoodie. He left it unzipped because that’s how he wore his at normal height. Also because the zipper was awkwardly large. He did notice that the jacket was slightly baggier that he was used to, but it was still comforting to have.

“It is interesting how similar some of these are to our clothes.” Keith agreed as he shifted through the items in the bin.

Lance tried not to be bothered by how easily Keith was able to dig through the doll clothes. It just reminded him of how small he was.

They continued talking for a while. Neither of them knew how things got so far or who started it, but everything they said kept building up until Lance said “At least I have a family!”

He realized just what he had said as soon as the words were out of his mouth and instantly regretted them. Before he had a chance to apologize, he found himself lifted in the air as Keith stood up. As he was brought up in front of Keith’s face, he realized that Keith had pinched the hood of his jacket between his fingers. He also noticed that Keith’s eyes were solid yellow. He *gulped* in fear as they narrowed at him.

“You don’t get to say that. You have no idea what I’ve been through!”

Lance swung a bit as Keith moved his hand slightly. Keith didn’t seem to be aware of what his actions were doing to Lance.

“Keith…You’re scaring me.” Lance didn’t even try to hide his fear.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot. Everything’s all about Lance and how great he thinks he is.” Keith moved the hand pinching Lance’s jacket more, causing Lance to kick at the air as he was dangling.

Lance felt his arms starting to slip out of the jacket sleeves and quickly tried to lift himself up to not fall out of the jacket. He winced as he felt the sleeves digging into his armpits. It was a struggle to keep his arms there both because of the pain and his instincts wanting him to reach up and get Keith to let go of the jacket. The sleeves dug into his skin more as Keith swung him around again. He couldn’t help the cry that came out.

“Ahh! Keith, Stop! You’re hurting me!”

“How could I possibly be hurting you? I’m not even touching you. You don’t think what you said hurt me? Oh wait, that’s right. You never think about anyone but yourself!” Keith jerked his hand to emphasize his point. “Yeah, my family might be gone, but at least they wanted me. Yours sent you away as soon as they had the chance.”

Now it was Keith’s turn to regret his choice in words as he saw the hurt look on Lance’s face. He froze for a few seconds trying to string together an apology.

Lance was in a state of shock. Was that true? Did his family really not want him around? He was vaguely aware of Keith’s eyes returning to their normal purple color as his muscles went lax and his arms slipped right out of the jacket sleeves.

Keith snapped out of it and saw Lance falling and quickly caught him and placed him on the nightstand.

Lance was still in shock and just staring ahead blankly as he tried to blink away his tears and catch his breath.

“Lance, I…I…” Keith started reaching a hand down towards Lance but quickly retracted it. “I’m sorry.” With that, Keith ran out of the room.

The door shutting behind him is what snapped Lance out of it.

“Wait, Keith!” Lance climbed onto the floating tray and flew into the hallway, but Keith was nowhere to be seen.

Where did he go? I have to apologize for what I said.

‘Do you? Don’t forget what he said.’

Yeah, he said sorry. And I think he really meant it, so if you could shoosh so I can think, that would be great.

‘But what he did terrified you. Why should you owe him anything?’

Because what I said was wrong. I never should have said it, let alone thought it. Now let’s see. If I was Keith and I was upset, where would I go? He didn’t go to his room, cause that’s where we just were. Maybe the training deck? Yeah. Let’s try there.

Lance flew the tray down the halls hoping that he would find Keith. When he got there, he only saw Shiro.

“Hey, Shiro,” Lance called out.

“Oh, hi Lance.” Shiro avoided a blow from the gladiator bot. “Pause training sequence.” The bot froze. “What brings you here? Getting in some extra training?”

“No, I’m just looking for Keith. I thought he might have come here.”

“I haven’t seen him. Did something happen?”

“I just wanted to talk to him about something. Roommate stuff. I’ll keep looking.”

“I’ll let you know if he does come here.”

“Thanks, Space-dad.”

Shiro rolled his eyes in an amused way before going back to training. Lance flew back out into the hallway.

Okay, so Keith wasn’t there. Where else would he have gone? Well, he did say that you sedate bad thoughts with hot chocolate, so maybe he went to the kitchen? Worth a look.

When Lance got to the kitchen, he only saw Pidge and Hunk tinkering with some of the kitchen appliances.

“Hey, have you guys seen Keith?”

“I thought I saw him run past here a few minutes ago.” Hunk answered.

“Thanks.”

“Why are you looking for him anyway?” Pidge asked.

“Do I need a reason?”

“I guess not, but I’m still curious.”

“I just need to talk to him about something. Bye!”

“See ya!” they chorused as Lance flew down the hallway.

He saw that the door to the library was open and thought maybe Keith had gone in there. He went in but didn’t see Keith anywhere. What he did see was Allura sleeping at a desk with her head resting on an open book. Chulatt and Plachule were turning pages in other books on the desk while Platt had joined Allura in slumber.

Chulatt noticed Lance was there and *squeaked* while waving to him.

“I’m awake!” Allura’s head shot up, causing Platt to wake up as well.

“Hi, Allura.”

“Oh, hello Lance. Did you come to help me and the space mice again?”

“Nah, I was just looking for Keith. I was wondering if you saw him, but you were sleeping. Are you doing ok?”

“I’m just fine. I can go on a little less sleep if it brings me closer to finding a solution for your predicament. Don’t worry about me. My magic has been getting more in control. I can levitate items for a bit longer than before. It still might be a while until I learn enough to break the spell on you, but I will not rest until it is broken.”

“You probably should rest, though. You were drooling on the pages.” Lance gestured to the book Allura was in the middle of.

“I was merely resting my eyes for a moment. What time is it?”

Plachule *squeaked* an answer.

“That time already? Perhaps you’re right, Lance. A break might do me good.”

Chulatt *squeaked* again.

“Oh, really? It seems Chulatt saw Keith run past a few minutes ago.”

“Thanks. I’ll see you guys later.”

Lance was once again flying down the hallways of the castleship when he saw Coran working on something in the wall.

“Hey, Coran.”

“Lance my boy, what brings you out here?”

“Not much. What are you doing?”

“These pipes have been making some weird noises that I don’t quite like the sound of. Me and Chuchule are working on fixing them.”

Chuchule poked her head out of the wall and *squeaked* a greeting to Lance before getting back to work.

“You wouldn’t happen to have seen Keith run by, did you?”

“He ran past not a dobosh ago, but he looked upset. Do you mind telling me what happened?” Coran stopped what he was doing and turned towards Lance.

“We had a minor disagreement that got out of hand really fast.” Lance felt comfortable telling Coran what had happened. Coran was the one who hadn’t wanted to tell the others about the switch incident after all. “I said something I shouldn’t have and really hurt Keith. I’ve been trying to find him to apologize, but haven’t been able to track him down.”

“Did you check the training deck?”

“That was the first place I looked.”

“Hmmm. All I can tell you is that he ran off that way.” Coran pointed down the hall.

“Thanks, Coran.”

“Anytime, Lance.”

Lance continued down the hallway for a bit and realized he was heading towards the hanger.

Of course! Keith would go talk to Red. Why didn’t I think of that sooner?

‘Do you want the reasons in alphabetical order?’

No, shut your face.

Lance flew into the hanger and saw that Red’s force field was up.

Bingo.

Lance saw Keith sitting on Red’s front paw and talking to her while she was laying down like the sphinx. As Lance flew closer, he realized how ginormous the Lion seemed from his height.

Yeah, we can think about that later. Right now I have to apologize to Keith.

After a bit of internal debate, he decided to listen in on Keith’s conversation before letting him know he was there. He got closer and was able to hear what Keith was saying to Red while staying out of sight.

“I really messed up, Red.”

Red *purred* encouragingly.

“No, I did. I told Lance that his family didn’t want him. What kind of person says something like that? Especially to Lance. He loves his family more than life itself.”

Red let out a comforting *purr* as she rubbed her face against Keith, being careful not to knock him over.

“What he said made me so angry I couldn’t think. I just reacted. And then I didn’t listen to him when he said I was hurting him. I almost killed him because I let my anger get the better of me.” Keith brought his knees to his chest and buried his face in them. “I feel like a monster.”

“You’re not a monster.”

Keith looked up and flinched slightly at Lance’s voice. “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you. We need to talk. Can you tell Red to lower the force field?”

“I’d rather keep it up.”

“Ok, that’s fine. But if I lose my voice yelling from all the way over here, I’m blaming you!” Lance said jokingly.

“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem. Heightened hearing, remember?” Keith pointed to his ears and twitched them slightly to emphasize.

“Oh, right. It’s cool that you can wiggle your ears like that.”

“They’re less cool when they get flattened by my helmet.”

“Guess I never thought about that. Maybe Hunk and Pidge could adjust your helmet so there’s more room.”

“Maybe.”

“Okay, but we still need to talk.” Lance got back on track. “I’m sorry for what I said. It’s a horrible thing to say to anyone, so I don’t blame you for reacting. How you reacted terrified me, not gonna lie, but…I forgive you.”

“You shouldn’t. You almost died because of me.”

“And you caught me before that could happen, so thank you.”

“Why would you thank me? I’m the reason you were falling in the first place.”

“Yeah, but you’ve always been there to catch me. So I’m going to thank you whether you like it or not!” Lance said defiantly.

“I don’t deserve it. I should have known better. It’s not the first time I’ve heard that line.”

“What do you mean?”

“When I was in the system, other kids would say things like that at school. I got in a few fights because of it. It just…sets me off.”

“It’s a trigger for you, isn’t it?” Lance said softly.

“Yeah, and hearing you say that just…I saw red. It reminded me of all the times I’d heard it before.”

“I am so sorry. I never should have said or even thought that.”

“I’m the one that should be apologizing. I never should have grabbed you like that. I should have listened to you when you said I was hurting you. And what I said about your family. You told me how hard they worked to save up so you could apply to the Garrison. And then I went and said something like that. And you almost died. It just makes me feel like a monster.”

“Like I said before, you’re not a monster. You’re my friend.”

“Lance, I need you to be straight with me-”

Yeah, no can do. Cause it ain’t no lie, I’m bi bi bi.

“-did my eyes flicker yellow again?” Keith was afraid to hear the answer.

“No…they turned solid yellow.” Lance reluctantly admitted.

“I knew it,” Keith said defeatedly. “It keeps getting worse. Maybe you should room with someone else.”

“What? Why?”

“What if I lose control of that part of me and I can’t stop myself before I hurt you?”

“Keith, we’re friends. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“But-”

“Nope. Shut your face. Red? Mi feroz Roja? Can you let me in?”

Red immediately turned off the force field.

“Why did you do that?” Keith paused and listened to Red. “I know we both served as your paladin, but…” Red ended the conversation. “What did you call her?” Keith turned back towards Lance.

“I called her my fierce Red, cause that’s what she is. Fierce.”

Red *purred* happily.

“Now, come on. You look like you could use a hug, Keith.”

“…A hug would be nice.”

“Alright, bring it in.”

Keith reached for Lance but suddenly brought his hand away once it was a few inches from Lance.

“Ow!” Keith winced and shook his hand.

“Keith! Are you ok?”

“Yeah, just forgot about the force field on your floating tray when it’s in the air.”

“Right. Sorry. At least we know it works heh heh.” Lance sheepishly said as he landed the tray on Red’s front paw next to Keith.

“Yeah, at least that.” Keith put his hand down so Lance could climb on. He brought him up to his chest and held him against it like before.

“Feel any better?” Lance asked.

“Yeah, thanks.” That weird warm feeling was back. Keith wondered if Lance would be able to tell him what it was. Lance is the most emotionally intelligent of them all. But what if it was something bad? How would that make Lance feel after what had just happened? It’s better to just be silent on it for now.

Red *purred* again.

“Red wants you to know she misses you.” Keith translated.

“Aww, I miss you too, Roja,” Lance said.

“I’m actually kind of jealous.”

“Why?”

“You’re able to make strong connections with others so easily. I’ve never really been good at that. It took me almost dying for Red to accept me. You were able to walk right up to her and she let you in.”

“What can I say? I have a way with the ladies.”

Keith rolled his eyes.

“It was kind of weird having to form a connection with her after Shiro was taken by the Galra. She’s a lot different than Blue.”

“I know the feeling. Having to bond with two different lions was difficult. You did good with Red. She likes you. My connection with Black wasn’t nearly as good as mine with Red. It was more out of necessity than actually being right for the position.”

“I think you did a good job. Black wouldn’t have let you pilot her if she didn’t think you were worthy.”

Red *purred* in agreement.

“*sigh* I miss being able to hear Red and Blue talk. I know they had to cut their connections with me so you guys could form Voltron while I’m fun-size, but I still miss them.”

More *purrs* came from the hanger.

“Blue wants to see you.”

“Wait, you can understand Blue?”

I thought we could only understand the other lions when they formed Voltron?

“No, but Red can tell me what she’s saying,” Keith said as he placed Lance back on the floating tray.

“Oh.”

That makes sense.

Lance looked across the hanger and saw that Blue’s eyes were lit up. She was also wagging her tail slightly.

“How could I say no to mi hermosa Azul?”

Blue started wagging her tail more. As Lance and Keith got closer, Blue laid down with her head on the ground to get closer to Lance.

“What does hermosa mean?” Keith asked.

“It means beautiful, cause she’s my beautiful Blue. I guess you could say she’s bluetiful.”

Keith looked at Lance with a confused expression on his face.

“Get it? Blue-tiful?”

Keith only looked more perplexed.

“*sigh* I love how scrunched up your face gets when you’re confused.”

Shut up brain! Why would you say that out loud?

“O…k.” Keith didn’t know how to respond to that. He still didn’t get what Lance was talking about. Why would he be purposely mispronouncing beautiful?

Blue tried to get closer to Lance. She and Red started *purring* up a storm, with Keith translating for Lance.

“Blue can’t believe how small you are.”

“Well, she’s not alone there.”

I can’t believe how huge Blue is. Can she even see me?

‘Probably not. You’re not that significant.’

Hey, nobody asked you!

Blue moved away a bit so she wasn’t as intimidating.

“Blue’s sorry for crowding you, Lance.”

“That’s alright, hermosa.”

I’ve kind of gotten used to it.

Blue continued *meowing* before Red gave a short *chirp*

“She’s worried about you.”

“Aww, that sweet of you. You don’t have to worry though. Sure, I’ve had a few close calls, but I’ve got these guys to look out for me.” Lance gestured to Keith. “I’m going to be fine.”

Keith felt a bit uncomfortable when Lance gestured to him. Even though Lance had said he forgave him, Keith couldn’t stop thinking about what he almost did. Keith didn’t feel like he should be trusted with protecting Lance.

Blue and Red started going back and forth for a while. Blue let out a *growl* and seemed to glare her eyes at Keith.

“What are they saying?” Lance asked.

“I don’t know. Red’s blocking me.”

Red was able to get Blue to stop *growling* at Keith and eventually opened up the conversation to Keith again, ending with a small *growl*

Keith *gulped* before translating “Red says that they both hope you get back to normal soon.”

“It sounds like Red said something else,” Lance commented.

“That was just for me.”

“Oh.”

Keith looked at the clock on the wall and saw what time it was.

“Looks like it’s almost time for lunch. We should get going.”

“Awww. But I want to keep talking with Blue and Red.”

“We can come back later.”

“Alright. Any idea what’s for lunch?”

“No. But Hunk’s making it, so it’s going to be good.”

“Good? I think you mean amazing! Adiós hermosa azul y feroz roja!” Lance waved at the two lions before flying the floating tray out of the hanger.

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(Here’s what the Lions were saying. [ ] means Keith didn’t hear it)

[Oh my gosh! I thought Allura was exaggerating how small you were, but I can hardly see you!]

[Blue, you know he can’t hear you, right?]

[I know, but he’s so tiny. I just want to hug him and never let go.]

“Blue can’t believe how small Lance is.”

[You should give him some space. We’re intimidating even when he’s normal size.]

[I didn’t even think about that. Sorry, Lance!]

“Blue’s sorry for intimidating Lance.

[Are you doing ok? Are the others being nice? Do you need anything? How much longer are you going to be like this? Allura keeps telling me that she’s getting closer to a solution, but it’s not coming soon enough. When do you get to be my paladin again? I miss flying with you!]

“Blue’s worried about Lance.”

After listening to Lance’s reply, Blue felt relieved.

[That’s good. Red, why didn’t you translate everything I said?]

[We said the same thing.]

[No, you didn’t pass on what Allura told me.]

[They both know that Allura’s working on it. That didn’t need to be said.]

[But we both know Lance. He served as a paladin for both of us. You know he needs reassurance.]

[Yes, but Lance doesn’t want the others to know, and since we have to go through Keith to talk to Lance, we really can’t do that. I love my paladin, but reassurance is not his strength. It also might not be entirely well received given recent events.]

[What recent events?]

[Keith and Lance got in a fight and Keith almost seriously injured Lance.]

[HE WHAT?]

Blue glared at Keith.

[Calm down, Blue.]

[No, I won’t. Not when your paladin threatened to hurt mine!]

Blue started *Growling.*

[He was my paladin too! And there was no threatening. Things got out of hand and both of them said and did things they shouldn’t have. Both of them apologized and I can tell you that Keith is tearing himself apart on the inside for what he almost did. He cares about Lance. The last thing he would want to do is hurt him!]

Blue stopped *growling* and seemed to calm down.

[*sigh* I know that. And we both know that Lance likes Keith, so I can forgive him too. But if he ever does hurt Lance, I’m going to hunt him down.]

“Blue and I hope that Lance gets back to normal soon. Also, if you hurt him, we’ll make you regret it.”

[Looks like he got the message]

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Allura had been flying the castleship for nearly a varga after lunch. She had to manually fly it for a few varga a day in order for there be enough residual power for it to fly on autopilot during the night. They were still heading in the same direction Lotor had been.

“Are you sure this is where Lotor went? He could have changed direction along the way.” Coran asked.

“I am quite sure. The Falleans said one of their traders had spotted Lotor’s ship coming through here. Their information has been reliable thus far.”

“I understand that princess, but this is not the safest of sectors in the universe.”

“Precisely why Lotor would go through it. To throw us off the trail. We have to go through it in order to catch up to him and see what his plan is.”

“Very well, Allura. I do wish the castle ship moved faster. Due to its size, we don’t move as fast as Lotor’s ship, which gives them an advantage. Perhaps now that I’ve fixed those noisy pipes, I can upgrade our engines.”

“I’m sure Slav has some ideas on improving our speed.”

“Hopefully he can just send blueprints and schematics. I don’t like hearing him insult my grandfather’s work.”

“Your grandfather did a wonderful job building the castleship.”

Suddenly, an alert popped up on the screen. *Warning! Nearby star experiencing elevated solar activity. Please take precautionary measures*

Allura turned on the comms in the castle ship. “Paladins to your stations! We’re about to pass through a solar flare!”

Luckily, most of them had been nearby.

“Why do you need us up here? It’s just a solar flare.” Keith wondered out loud.

“A powerful solar flare can completely wipe out electronic devices.” Hunk explained.

“And I for one don’t want to have something mess up my laptop,” Pidge added on.

“What do you need us to do, Allura?” Shiro asked.

Allura gave out orders and the others did as they were told. The wave hit, causing the entire castleship to shake. The lights flickered and the door to the bridge started opening and closing of its own accord.

Less than a minute later, everything stopped. The lights came back on and the door remained closed.

“Is everyone ok?” Shiro asked.

“Define ok,” Pidge responded.

“Wait, where’s Lance? He never came up here.” Keith pointed out the missing paladin.

“Let me check his tracker.” Pidge typed on her screen. “Looks like he’s on his tray on one of the lower levels. He’s probably just doing some exploring.”

“But why didn’t he come up here? I said everyone should come.” Allura wondered.

“Well, would Lance really have been able to do anything? The last time we let him use one of the consoles he messed up big time.” Pidge pointed out.

“And I wouldn’t want to explain to him why he shouldn’t help. He’s my best friend. I can’t do that to him, even if it’s for the good of the team.” Hunk said.

“Haven’t you been teaching him more about the consoles, Coran?” Keith asked.

“I haven’t had a chance yet. Things keep popping up. And I want to make sure I don’t offend him when I ask if he wants to know more. He thinks me and the space mice are the only ones that know about what really happened.”

“I’m sure you’ll be able to find a good way to word it.” Allura encouraged.

“It looks like everything’s back to normal on the ship, but we should do a walk through on each floor just to make sure we didn’t miss anything. Let’s start at the top and work our way down.” Hunk suggested.

“We should let Lance know what we’re doing. He can help us look.” Keith suggested.

“True. Hey, Lance!” Pidge called out on the castle comms. “We’re going to start checking the different floors to make sure everything’s ok after the flare. That means you too. And before you start complaining, you can start with the floor you’re on right now. That shouldn’t be too difficult, right?”

“Pidge, I think you’re being a bit mean. You’ve been talking down to Lance a lot.” Hunk mentioned.

“Well, I can’t really talk up to him while he’s like this, can I?”

“Pidge.” Shiro used his Space-dad voice.

“Fine. I’ll apologize after we’ve made sure everything’s working.” Pidge divided up the floors for everyone to walk through.

Coran and Allura stayed back for a moment as the others left to check on their respective floors.

“I still think you shouldn’t have told the others about what Lance did.”

“It was for the good of the team.”

“But what about Lance?”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

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Lance was flying down one of the hallways in the lower levels of the castleship. He had his helmet with him, but he wasn’t wearing it, even though he had promised his friends he would. What could possibly hurt him with the force field on the floating tray? Besides, how else was he supposed to feel the wind in his hair? He had made sure that the others weren’t nearby.

Don’t want another lecture on safety. Shiro’s “not mad, just disappointed” line is devastating. Maybe I should ask the space mice if they want to fly around with me. I might have to bribe them so they don’t tell Allura.

‘Do you honestly think that would work? Nothing stopped them from telling Allura all about your epic failure on the last mission. Can you really trust them?’

Right.

He was near the storage room when Allura’s voice rang out over the comms. “Paladins to your stations! We’re about to pass through a solar flare!”

Lance was going to head towards the bridge but hesitated for a moment.

What if they don’t want my help?

‘There are no “ifs” about it. You heard what they said after the last mission. Besides, Allura said paladins, not paladins and Lance.’

I’m still a paladin!

‘Are you? Which lion are you bonded with again?’

None at the moment.

‘Well, there’s your answer. You’re not a paladin if you’re not bonded with a lion.’

There’s more to being a paladin than piloting a lion.

‘Really? Like what?’

Umm…

‘See? You can’t think of anything.’

Helping my friends! Which is what I’m going to go do!

Just as he was about to start driving the floating tray to the bridge, the castleship shuddered and the lights started flickering. The tray started bucking underneath Lance.

“Whoa!” Lance reached for the console but was knocked down as the tray jerked again.

Somehow his helmet had gotten wedged between the console and the tray. He tried to crawl over to get it and let the others know what was happening, but before he could, he was launched off of the tray.

No worries. The forcefield will stop me.

He flew past where the forcefield should have been.

Unless that’s not working either.

Lance barely missed slamming into the door to the storage room as it opened and closed of its own accord and for that he was grateful. That didn’t stop him from thinking about how painful a landing he was going to have.

Now I really wish I was wearing my armor. Or at least my helmet.

He saw that he was heading towards an open box of some sort. As he got closer, he realized that it was a jewelry box. He hit the open lid and bounced off into the box.

At least it was a soft landing. He winced slightly. Well, softer. Yeah, that’s going to leave some bruises. Better than being dead, so thank you weird pillow walls and lids in jewelry boxes.

Lance was laying there trying to catch his breath when he heard a *creak*. He looked up and saw the lid starting to close.

“No no no no no!” Lance tried to get up in time to stop it from closing, but he was just a second too late. He heard a *click* as darkness swept into the room.

Please don’t let that be what I think it was.

Lance got on his knees and tried to push up the lid, but it didn’t budge, confirming his fears. He had hit the lid just hard enough to get it to close and lock shut with him trapped inside.

“HEY! IS ANYBODY THERE? I’M IN HERE! LET ME OUT!” He started banging against the lid in the hopes that one of his friends would be nearby, even though he knew they were all on the upper levels. That’s why he had come down here after all. To fly on the floating tray without his helmet and his friends being none the wiser.

He realized that the box wasn’t tall enough for him to stand in, but he could still sit. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he saw it was not the pitch blackness he had thought at first. A small amount of light was coming in from the keyhole. He crawled over and looked through it.

He could see the door had finally decided to stay shut and the lights in the room were on.

Guess whatever that solar flare did is done.

Pidge’s voice echoed out over the comms. “Hey, Lance! We’re going to start checking the different floors to make sure everything’s ok after the flare. That means you too.”

Wait, I usually complain about things like this! They’ll realize something’s wrong when I don’t respond and come looking for me!

“And before you start complaining, you can start with the floor you’re on right now. That shouldn’t be too difficult, right?”

‘Doesn’t look like they’ll be looking for you anytime soon. But really, why would they bother? You got yourself locked in a jewelry box. How embarrassing.’

Yeah, well, I can get myself out. I just need to reach through the keyhole and push the pins, right?

Lance tried to do that, but his arm was too big to fit.

That awkward moment when you wish you were shrunk slightly smaller so you could get out of a situation you are in entirely because you were shrunk in the first place.

Lance worked to control his breathing as he brought his knees up to his chest next to the keyhole. In. Out. In. Out.

You’re ok, you’re ok. At least there’s light.

As soon as he thought that, the lights turned off.

Of course. The lights in the storage room are motion sensor. Great! And since I don’t have my helmet, I can’t tell the others what happened to me! This is just fantastic!

“CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?”

He kept hitting the lid as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. It hurt every time he hit the lid due to the bruises from his landing, but he kept at it, hoping that one of them might come looking for him. No such luck. He stopped pounding on the lid.

He felt like the walls were closing in, even though he couldn’t see them in the darkness.

Deep breaths. Go to your happy place, Lance. You’re at Varadero beach. The sun is warm and the water’s cool. Everyone’s there. The rest of team Voltron and your family…your family you might never see again because you died shrunk and locked in a quiznaking jewelry box! This isn’t helping!

He could feel the blood pumping through his ears faster and faster.

What if they never find me? How would they even know to look in here? They wouldn’t think that the box had been open. Sure, there’s a camera in this room, but Pidge said that it likes to short out sometimes. It probably didn’t get anything thanks to the flare.

He didn’t know how long he had been curled up in the box. His throat was starting to feel like it was closing up, making it harder to breathe.

They’re never going to find me, are they?

His breathing became more and more shallow as tears started to fall.

I’m going to die here. Alone. In the dark. And they won’t even know what happened.

Every breath in was shorter than the last.

Would they even miss me? Coran would, Hunk too. Maybe Keith, or is that just wishful thinking? Everyone else would be glad to be rid of the weak link on the team. And this way, they get rid of the problem without having to lift a finger. It’s better this way.

That was his last thought before he drifted off into unconsciousness.

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FGO Destiny Awakenings: Fuyuki Singularity Section 10 (END)

*slaps the 'My Room' option* “This badass role as a main protagonist can fit unlimited use of Command Seals, the training of Magic spells, Power of Friendships, and your coming of age to create your own harem!”

-- Robed figure explaining to Ritsuka on his role as a main protagonist of the story and what help he will received from him

The Grand Order

“Ah, the hero has awakened. There, there, that’s how the main character should be,” The familiar relaxed voice chuckled then reminded. “But, this isn’t the place you should wake up to, Ritsuka-kun.”

“This voice…”

Opening his eyes, Ritsuka’s view greeted by a familiar bright blue sky and the white-hooded figure giving him a lap pillow.

He beamed at his confused expression, “Good morning, Ritsuka-kun.”

“Just as I thought,” Ritsuka tried to shift his body up before the figure gently nudged him back down.

“Now, now, though this is our second time we’ve spoken like this,” The hooded figure chuckled. “But, we’ll talk later. Somebody’s waiting for you, return to the reality, Ritsuka-kun.”

“Is it my sister and Mash?” Ritsuka asked with a sleepy voice, his body finding itself drifting back to slumber.

The figure nodded and stroke his head. “Yes. Well, there is someone too, but he’s definitely a worthless person after all. But, he may be important to you, so he’s waiting for you too.”

From the perplexed expression, the figure chuckled, “Guess, you’re still not used to being the main character yet. Come on, time to wake up, Ritsuka-kun. From here on, you’ll be the center of this story.

“The choices you made with your sister will probably save all of humanity. Just like the multitudes of brave souls who weren’t remembered by history as they saved humanity.” The figure’s tone now spoke with a cryptic tone.

“You’ve been given a role to fight, neither a king nor a hero, but as a human walking a path that was preordained by the stars. No… A path that is yours, to begin with, that defies destiny. Now, awaken to the destiny you choose. I shall wait here in your next slumber… My lord.”

And then, darkness shrouded in his view before an intense light gradually entering into his view…

-0-

“Haah!” Flinched at the sudden bright light, Ritsuka seated up and stared around the area. He was back at his room where Mash brought him to rest from the orientation. While looking around, he recalled and stared back at his right hand.

It clearly wasn’t a dream, one of the red markings of the Command Seal turned into a beige-pinkish color. The hand helped Mash to prevent Saber’s Noble Phantasm from killing them all. Also, the hand he grasped for his sister while the other–

“Fou?”

Turned to the familiar squeak, Fou rested on the chair with his white coat draped above. Ritsuka stared at it and wondered. “What’s wrong?”

It hopped from the chair and headed to the door. Fou spun around and squeaked at the raven-haired Master to follow along.

Nodded to the instruction, Ritsuka got off from the bed and picked up his coat with him to follow where Fou had wanted to bring him to.

-0-

Inside the familiar Command Room when he entered, Ritsuka stopped and made a swift scan. Except for the blaze orange flames and human bodies, the room was still the same as before. Debris and broken Coffins scattered around in the room.

Ritsuka watched and followed Fou as it scurried further forwards in front. As soon as he arrived, two familiar figures swelled his heart with relief. Mash bending down to carry Fou onto her shoulder, while Ritsuko in her white coat uniform chuckled at its attempt to seat properly.

The two spun around when sounds of footsteps approached them.

Ritsuko’s face brightened and grinned, “Good morning, Ritsuka!”

“Good morning, Ritsuka-senpai,” Mash smiled too. “I am glad to see you’re okay too.”

“Ahh… Good morning, both of you,” Ritsuka beamed in response. He went towards them and wrapped both of his arms around Mash and Ritsuko.

“Se-Senpai?” Mash stared at Ritsuka’s strange movements.

Ritsuko had brought one of her arms around him and wondered, “H-Hey, is there something wrong?”

The raven-haired Master merely shook his head and responded, “No, there isn’t. I’m just glad you both are you okay… Thank you for being all right, you two.”

Orange and violet orb glanced at each other, Ritsuko returned with a reassured smile. “You idiot, of course, we’ll be all right. You worked your ass off to save us both. I’m also glad you’re fine too, Onii-chan…”

“Ritsuko-senpai is right,” Mash returned too as well with a relieved beam. She raised both of her arms and wrapped both siblings. “I should thank both of you. I was able to stay conscious, thanks to you two.”

Silence enveloped between the three that shared a grateful moment they were still here together alive. But, it had interrupted from the clearing of a throat. “Ahem. I’m all for your reunion, but could you bring your attention here, please?”

Withdrawing their hands at once, Ritsuka turned and noticed Romani standing behind them. He let out a relaxed sigh and greeted with a bright grin. “Good morning, Doctor!”

“Good morning, Ritsuka-kun, and you two.” Romani smiled to the three, “First, congratulations on surviving and completing your mission, Ritsuka-kun, Ritsuko-chan.”

As the two siblings gave a proud grin to each other, Romani continued, “While the situation forced on both of you gradually, you bravely faced the challenges and overcame it. That earned my respect and appreciation. Thanks to you two, Mash and Chaldea were saved.”

But, a somber expression appeared on Romani’s face and included. “It’s a shame about the Director, but we’ve no time to hold a service. All we can do is grieve.”

“If I survived, then maybe the Director…!”

Despite Ritsuka’s hopeful face, a solemn and grim expression lingered on the three’s faces. Before Ritsuka could express again, he felt a tug from his coat’s sleeve. Blue orbs shifted to see Ritsuko shaking her head, telling him that this was the truth.

Olga Marie’s death before them three wasn’t a dream as he recalled.

Neither, the fact Lev betrayed Chaldea and wiped out all of humanity was a dream too.

Eventually, Ritsuka bowed his head and showed the same solemn expression.

Romani soon spoke again but in a milder and assuring tone, “Listen. We must defend humanity in the Director’s place. That’s how we pay the tribute.”

His expression shifted to a more severe expression and informed, “I got the report about the crystal from Mash, and what Lev said. From Chaldea’s state, what Lev said was true. We can’t contact the outside world. The staff who left Chaldea haven’t returned. I fear humanity has already been destroyed.

“Chaldea seems to be the only place outside the normal timeline. Perhaps it’s hanging on the timeline right before the collapse. Think of it like a colony floating in space. The outside world is dead until we do something about this situation.”

“Is there something we can do?!” Ritsuka and Ritsuko questioned in synch with a now refreshed determined face.

It received a shock reaction from Mash and Romani before the latter nodded to them. “Of course. First, I want you two to see this. We tried scanning Earth with the resurrected Sheba. It’s Earth of the past, not the future. The Fuyuki Singularity was destroyed, thanks to both of you.

“But we hypothesize that the future was unchanged due to another cause. The result is–!”

Followed Romani’s head directing to Chaldeas globe, a blue nebula-like light glowed in the middle of the room. It showed 7 bright bluish-white dots on each other parts of the globe. Romani then continued his report, “This distorted world map.

“A newly discovered dimensional disturbance against which Fuyuki pales in comparison.

“They say changing the past changes the future, but you can’t overthrow the future by modifying the past.

“History has the power to heal itself. You might save a person or two…

“But the end of that era—Will still end up with its definitive result unchanged. But these singularities are different. These are humanity’s turning points.

“‘What if this war didn’t end?’

“‘If this naval voyage wasn’t successful?’

“‘Maybe this discovery was wrong?’

“‘Or even if this nation couldn’t become independent?’

“The ultimate decision point to determine the current state of humanity.

“Destroying them is like causing the foundation of human history to crumble.

“That’s what these seven singularities are.

“It had already decided the future when these seven singularities formed.

“As Lev said, humanity doesn’t make it to 2018.” Romani turned back to the three with a grim look and reminded, “But, we’re different. Chaldea has yet to reach that future. Do you understand? Only we can fix this mistake. Now we have a chance to return the singularities to normal.”

Shifted to the siblings, the Doctor proposed, “So here’s the deal. Rayshift into these seven singularities and get history back on track. It’s the only way to save Humanity. But, we are still powerless.

“All other Master candidates are frozen,” He turned to Mash who showed a stoic yet troubled expression and went on. “Mash is the only Servant we have.”

Returned to siblings, Romani heaved a deep breath and stared at them. “I realize both of you are being forced into this situation. Even so, I’ll still say it. Master Candidate #48, Fujimaru Ritsuko… And you, Fujimaru Ritsuka. If both of you wish to save Humanity…

“If you wish to have a future beyond 2017. Then the two of you together alone must face these seven singularities in human history. Are you prepared to do this? Can you shoulder the burden of Chaldea and Humanity’s future?”

Despite the calmness, both could understand the severity in Romani’s words. The heaviest burden tasked to them in bringing back Humanity. Both were mere children who became caught up in this chaos for their own future too.

There’s an option to run away which was equal to the decision of accepting Lev’s words and allowing their home to be gone. Blue and orange orbs glanced at each other one more time, they then nodded to Romani and Ritsuko answered with a resolute voice. “Of course.”

“If it’s something we can do, Doctor,” Ritsuka added with a determined tone.

With their expressions, Romani and Mash both illuminated with a grateful and relieved look. Romani smiled to both and nodded, “Thank you. With those words, we have decided our fate.”

He later turned upwards to face the staff in the command room, declaring with an unyielding tone.

“We will now carry out the Preservation of Humanity as laid out by Olga Marie Animusphere, former director of Chaldea.

“The main goal is the protection and recovery of human history.

“Search target will be each era’s relic and Grail. Our opponent is history itself. Many great Heroic Spirits and legends will stand against you. Challenging them is an act of blasphemy against the past. To save Humanity, we must defy history.

“But this is the only way to survive. No, the only way to take back the future,” Romani closed his eyes and took a deep breath before resuming. “No matter what sort of end awaits us. To show our determination, we shall abandon the original mission name, First Order.

“This is now Chaldea’s last yet original mission. The Grand Order! In the name of the magical world’s highest Order. We will take back the future!”

-0-

“Anything from Mom and Dad?” Ritsuka asked while resting on his bed and scrolling through his tablet.

Ritsuko sitting on the chair beside the bed shook her head and sighed, “No. It’s still the same as yesterday. Mom reminding us to request a week break two weeks later to go to Okinawa for a holiday before our break ends. Since it was the particular week Dad would be free from work.”

“I see…” Ritsuka nodded idly while his eyes remained focusing on his tablet.

The orange-haired Master turned and rolled her eyes. She rose up and crossed her arms at her brother. “Aren’t you supposed to be resting like what the Doctor told us? What are you exactly doing?”

“That’s for you to rest, Ritsuko,” Ritsuka replied bluntly. “Well, I got work to do. I still need to find out the identity of the Servant Mash contracted with.”

“I think you meant, it’s you who required to rest,” Ritsuko snatched the tablet from him, ignoring the frown from Ritsuka. “You’re the one who still looks pale after everything as Doctor Roman said. So, you should be resting up before he calls in on us for the first mission.”

Rolled his eyes too, Ritsuka folded his arms back and assured, “I’m really fine. You guys are over-thinking this thing too much. Besides…”

A big yawn escaped his lips, it earned him from Ritsuko who raised one of her eyebrows at him. He breathed another yawn and mended, “Okay fine, I’m just sleepy. It’s been a long day for both of us. After a light reading, I’ll go for a quick nap, okay?”

“Fine,” The orange-haired Master reluctantly handed over his tablet to him.

“Just remember to follow the Doctor’s instruction, okay?”

“Yeah. I’ll find him after I wake up for a quick check-up,” Ritsuka let out another heaved of sigh. Instead of hearing footsteps leaving the room, Ritsuka noticed his sister was still here.

He lifted one of his eyebrows curiously when he noted she had been staring at him, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, Ritsuka. Just that,” Ritsuko shook her head and returned with a sad grin. “Do you think Mom and Dad will be all right? We will able to see them again, right? After we solve this whole problem.”

Beneath the sad grin, it’s clear the fear and worry lace in her tone. After staring at her for a while, Ritsuka stood and went to her. He drew his hand out to pat his sister’s head and gave a small grin.

At her dumbfounded expression, Ritsuka rested his forehead against hers. “Hey, it’s all right, Ritsuko. I’m here, I’m glad I followed you here. I promised you we’ll fix this and take back our home together. We’ll definitely be able to meet Mom and Dad again.”

“…… Just don’t come bitching about this hell we’re in, brother,” A relieved and wry grin surfaced on Ritsuko’s face.

Once he pulled away, Ritsuko spun and headed for the door. “Then, I’ll help Mash-chan in their admin duties. We still have another round of orientation to continue since we’re going to be here for a very long time.”

“Don’t use those cheesy lines of yours when you’re making a move. I’m not cleaning your ass when there’re awkward occasions.”

“Whatever, brother!” Ritsuko rolled her eyes and groaned. “Hurry and knock yourself out too, will you?!”

As she stepped out with the door sliding closed behind her, Ritsuka found himself alone in the tranquil silence. He exhaled another breath and murmured, “You’ll need more than cheesy line if you go after someone like Mash.”

One hand gripping his tablet, the other with his finger scrolled through the block of texts presented on the tablet. His blue orbs moving as he studied at the data he researched. “Knights who used a shield… A shield… A knight who must have served King Arthur–!”

“That shall be something you’ll figure out soon with your intelligence and resourcefulness, Magus of Flower’s apprentice.” Saber’s voice resounded in his head.

Her smirk recalled in his mind when she included. “You’ve met him in that land of Utopia, haven’t you? That troublesome parent you deemed as the strongest warlock.”

“Warlock…” The raven-haired Master recited at the exact word. His index finger flicked and place onto the tablet when it passed a specific page. “As I thought, that warlock both that Archer and Saber…”

Another yawn escaped from his lips. Ritsuka raised his hand to rub his eye, but a yawn breathed out from his lips. He shook his head and tried to concentrate his attention back at his tablet. “The name and information of that warlock…”

-0-

“Welcome back, Master. You’ve worked hard for the day, and hence, a well-deserved rest rewarded to you!”

The familiar voice he heard, Ritsuka recognized he had fallen to slumber into his dreamland. Spun around, the familiar white hood figure sat on the same rock when he first met him. He approached him and nodded. “Yeah, guess my body can’t keep being awake any further.”

“That Singularity has worn you out, Ritsuka-kun,” The cloaked figure smiled. “But, you have done an excellent job for the first homework.”

“Didn’t think we made through without your foretelling,” Ritsuka shook his head.

The cloaked figure chuckled then, “Yet, you did.

“The King of Knights was a tremendous opponent for your two Servants, especially the young Demi-Servant herself.”

“It was lucky since the one who trains her the sword was–!” Ritsuka halted his words and gazed at the figure.

He could see the cloaked figure grinning at him and nudged. “Go on, Ritsuka-kun.”

With a wary gaze, he had recalled the last homework left to report. Ritsuka confessed with a calm tone. “Before Artoria Pendragon’s birth, there was a child born from a human mother and an incubus. He supported King Vortigern in raising a tower that always collapses.

“Also, he aided Uther Pendragon from developing into a King to an adviser who helped fostered his young daughter that grows into the King of Britain.”

His blue orbs narrowed a little and Ritsuka finally admitted. “And, when she became King, he turned into a trusted adviser to her and the Knight of the Round Table. Until he fooled around with a witch and trapped himself here in Avalon. Am I right, Merlinus Ambrosius?”

“... Fufu, a detailed and direct answer you’ve come with. Also, Merlin is fine, Ritsuka-kun.” With that answered, Merlin, pulled his hood off of his head. It exposed his youthful face of white messy-haired with violet orbs and silted pupils gazing back at Ritsuka.

The raven-haired stood in silence, mouth agape at the beauty and charisma coming from him. Merlin tilted his head and smirked, “Oh my, did you got yourself charmed, Ritsuka-kun? I’m pleased that my appearance is to my apprentice’s liking.”

Ritsuka realized he had been staring for quite a while and narrowed his eyes to mask his embarrassment. “Please. I expected an old wise sage but your present voice doesn’t even fit that image.”

“You’re right. In one of the many tales, humans had written, I’m reputed to be an old Druid from my shape-shifting abilities as you wonder. But,” Merlin rested his hand on his chest and smiled, “I prefer this form as of now.”

“I see,” Ritsuka gave a modest nod. He threw an attentive gaze and asked, “Can I check with you something?”

“Please do, my pupil.” Merlin grinned.

“Am I dead or this is a dream? It’s no way possible I’m speaking to you like this without being in Avalon! And to go there, I need to be dead, don’t I?”

The Magus of Flower laughed at Ritsuka’s panic expression. “Now, now, calm down. I can assure you’re alive and asleep. I’m just visiting you in your dreams as you’re aware of it.

“You have drifted into Avalon subconsciously by your Will. Twice, in fact. But, as of when and why you acted, that will be a discussion of another day.

“It’s only fortunate your Magic Circuits kept you alive when you turned up and remained there for short moments. Any longer you had stayed, your death will occur as you expected.”

“So, we’re in my dreams?” Ritsuka repeated.

With a nod from the Magus of Flower, Merlin reminded with a now mysterious grin. “Now you’re here, have you decided an answer to my question? And of yours now too?”

Ritsuka pondered for a while and came closer to where Merlin sat. “I... If Lev declares that our destiny as humans to extinct because we’re insignificant, then it’s the destiny we’ll create a path to make our own future.”

“Is that so?” Merlin stared back at his blue orbs.

The raven-haired Master nodded with his fist clenched. “No one other than us should determine our future. It was the Director’s last wish to make certain we would survive as long as we could. That’s why I embrace my destiny to build the path where we take back our future.”

“Even if the world goes against both of you? Knowing you and your sister won’t be acknowledged by anyone for your efforts of saving humanity? Also, even knowing the consequences of your decision will taint you as a villain in the world?”

Another firm nod, Ritsuka showed a fixed expression. “Yeah, my answer will not change. We’ll restore our history, prevent humanity from extinction, and to take back our home.”

A moment of silence thereafter, Merlin made a warm beam to him. “Then if this shall be the path you choose, I shall go with you to the very end, Master.”

“I’m still extremely far to be your Master, Merlin-san,” Ritsuka showed a light-hearted grin. “Rather than Master-Apprentice, I think it’s better as friends since people understand more things from their companions than a teacher.”

As his right hand outstretched, Ritsuka introduced. “I’m Fujimaru Ritsuka, Ritsuka is fine. Looks like I’ll be in care whenever we meet in my dreams.”

“A companion, you say? Not a teacher?” Merlin quoted his remarks with an amused tone.

“I presume you’re my teacher if you’re planning to teach me Magic, sword-fighting or life lessons,” Ritsuka replied. He stretched his hand closer to Merlin. “But, you gave me that prophecy that allowed me to save both my sister and myself when the command room exploded.

“At least after meeting twice, I trust you meant no harm despite your teasings back then. That’s why, I’d like to believe further that you’re my friend, Merlin-san.”

Gazed at him and his hand with a dumbfounded expression for a few seconds, Merlin’s lips curved a small grin and murmured to himself. “As I thought... You really are an interesting human, Ritsuka-kun.”

“Huh?” Ritsuka raised one of his eyebrows at him.

“A habit of mine with no meaning, I reassure you,” Merlin laughed. He took Ritsuka’s right hand with a gentle and firm hold. “I shall reintroduce myself. My real name is Merlinus Ambrosius. People call me the Magus of Flowers. But you can just call me Merlin. I don’t do well with formalities.

“I’ve been watching from far away, but from now on I will journey together with you. I want you to rely on me. Especially concerning love, you are always welcome to receive my consultation.”

“I’m not sure of your consultation on love affairs, but,” Ritsuka gave a firm grasp back and grinned. “I’ll be in your care then, Merlin.”

End of Section 10 End of Singularity F

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yoongihime · 7 years

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Yours Truly

RoyaltyAU: OC x Prince!Yoongi Length: 1.7K (lol barely a drabble but I’ll take it) Genre: Fluff. Just. Fluff Type: Disney Insp Drabbles ☞ REQUEST HERE ☜ Recommended OST: (x) Request By: @workofteaguk : how about “I’m right out here for you, just let me in” + your love aka min yoongi :“)

(a/n): warm up before I really get going with my other longer pieces! Ahh but this was so so fluffy I melted into a puddle 100x before I could coherently type all of it out TT please tell me what you think!! also this gif makes me cry many tears.. my prince TTTTTTT I LOVE YO(U)ONGI

“Would you please just open the door?”

Yoongi’s rasp drifts through the cool wood that is pressed into your back, the sheer tulle of your ball gown useless in its beauty to protect you against the nip of cold lingering in the early autumn air.

“No!” Your stubborn response travels through the barrier without fail, your childish pout and no doubt tear stained cheeks registering in Yoongi’s mind along with the clipped one word answer, despite his inability to see you.

A sigh.

“Princess…” He begins his magic spell, casting those minuscule syllables to make your heart to splutter with indignation in your ribcage to squeeze essences of rose onto your cheeks.

“Don’t call me that,” you counter, “everyone calls me that.”

“Am I not ‘everyone’ to you?” He questions, smile tugging their way across his cheeks, eyelashes kissing the taunt skin when he looks down to see you fidgeting on the other side of the door. His words are colored with underlying meanings.

How daring, questioning when he knows the answer, your mind chastises the boy, even if he can’t hear those thoughts.

“N-No, you’re Yoongi.”

You cannot give much of an explanation to that statement because surely the boy knows what it means. Yes, he’s Yoongi, Min Yoongi, the most ridiculously sarcastic and incredibly tepid boy you’ve ever met. But, he’s also Yoongi because he’s the boy your eight-year-old self fell for, the only prince that treated you as an equal, not a rare, delicate flower that must be protected at all costs. Sometimes he’s a royal pain in the ass (pun intended), with his endless teasing and blunt criticisms, but his words are worth their weight in gold because he would not dare usher a syllable unless he truly believe in them. So that’s why, when you overheard his conversation with Prince Taehyung about marriage last week, you felt your heart freeze to absolute zero, the chill overwhelming enough to unravel your uncaring facade-

Ah, you love him.

It’s a frightening thing, this thing they call love.

The following days after your discovery were a personal hell for you, implemented solely by you and your actions alone. Considering that you are situated a whole kingdom away from Yoongi, avoiding him should not have been a problem, but oh boy, how wrong you were. What naivety, assuming that he would stay in his rightful place and stop sticking his nose into your everyday life, assuming that distance would be the universal answer to such a universal emotion.

He graced every corridor your fickle feet wandered down, between the shelves of the aging shelves full of knowledge, down to every nook and cranny of the enormous castle. They were all occupied by Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi— so much so that you wondered if it was actually your heart making up his appearances. Lingering glances and longing looks were the only specs of sanity you graciously bestowed upon your withering self, starved of his attention. On the verge of meltdown, your resolutions held tight until the days drifted by without the presence of your favorite prince, the castle grounds barren of his enchantment.

“Prince Yoongi is away due to wedding errands isn’t he?”

Your ears perked with the mention of his name, but your breath caught in your throat when the word wedding was processed in your brain. Worry consumed you alive, its claws digging into your lungs —making your breaths short and uneven— and attached itself into your heart, the heaviness in your chest a clear symptom of the malicious monster that made its home there: Jealousy.

“And you’re (y/n). My (y/n).”

You swear your heart hasn’t beat this hard since he begrudgingly kissed you on the cheek for you eighteenth birthday; his statement single-handedly snapping you back from your bitter memories to reality.

“What did you just—“ you begin, but he interrupts with the same request.

“Would you please open the door? I’m right out here for you, just let me in.”

And when he says it like that, like its the simplest thing in the world, you allow yourself to hope— hands turning the golden knob and eyes peeking slightly through the crack, you’re met with your beautiful nightmare.

His eyes hold a tempest, the midnight orbs wild and storming over with emotions, his lips quirking with victory.

Oh no, you’ve done it now you dummy, your thoughts shout with alarm, arms hastening to shut the door, but it’s too late, Yoongi shoves his pristine boot between the gap, prying it open and forcing his way into the room, much like how he landed himself into your heart. Without your protective barrier (read:door), all your pretenses of childlike stubbornness vanishes, leaving you a blushing, stuttering mess— much to Yoongi’s amusement.

You want nothing more than to melt into the lavish cloth of your gown and hide under the layers of silks and tulle forever.

“I heard a certain Someone is avoiding me, I wonder who?” He muses with a cheeky grin, his gummy smile unfairly disarming when his eyes still glint with mischief. You remain silent, eyes downcast to admire the way the tailored suit fit his lithe form or how his shoes were scrubbed from running after you, anything to distract from the quickly diminishing distance between Yoongi and you.

“Awe, my princess is adorable when she sulks.” Yoongi coos, his hands coming up to pat your damp, rose-stained cheeks.

You immediately pull away before he can feel your cheeks heat up by the degree; you’re not charitable enough to give him that kind of satisfaction.

“Who’s sulking?” you feign ignorance, even if the hoarseness of your voice is more than telling of your tears.

“And I’m not avoiding you either.” You put on a frown for a good measure, eyes drifting to meet his, but losing stamina when he attacks once again, this time with a rich chuckle.

“You gave poor Nana quite a scare you know? Your maids thought you were sick,” he leans in closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear, “…lovesick.”

A squeak escapes from your closed lips, hands coming up to slap over his mouth to pause those all-too-revealing words and so you can step away from the encroaching prince. Muffled laughter filters through the seams of your fingers and he grasps them in his larger ones, cool silver of his rings brushing against the warmth of your hands to pry them away from his face. He holds you still and once he realizes that you’re not going to struggle, uses his hold to pull you ever closer. His expression still one of mirth, but the way his lips are pursed in concentration means he’s contemplating something.

“Did it upset you greatly to even conceive the idea of me marrying someone else?”

Maybe it’s the way your irises are quivering with doubt, or the way your breath hitches and lips protrude into a pout that melts Yoongi completely, causing his body to lean over and brush his forehead against yours with a sigh.

“Can you not stand the idea of me loving someone else?”

Soft.

The whispers are caresses of soft, comforting touches, despite their undesired content. Your head is swimming with Yoongi, just him and his scent, his breath against your lips and those searching eyes.

“Then, you would not mind being mine would you?”

The world halted, the universe overlaid with the two thick bars of the pause symbol and your eyes widen with wonder, surprise and dread.

“A-are you not betrothed to some foreign princess you and Tae were discussing?”

Yoongi pauses at that, just what in the world could that head of yours— oh.

“Is this what all this is about you silly, crazy beautiful girl?”

Stunned to silence, you’re still processing whether he just complimented you or insulted you (possibly both) when he doubles over with laughter, so violently entertained that tears are springing from his eyes.

“Only you would assume such conclusions from a conversation you eavesdropped on, no less,” when there is only confused silences Yoongi continues, “perhaps you should ask your brother and your soon-to-be in-law that question.”

Yoongi manages to calm his laughter to slight giggles, his eyes watching your reaction and his tenacity is rewarded when you turn an astonishing shade of red, the realization and accompanying embarrassment that flood your system so great, all the strength flows away from your legs, the limbs falling to gravity and her irresistible pull.

Words fail you as you gracelessly plop on the marbled floor, mouth agape until your gaze meets with Yoongi’s. Automatically your hands press firmly to your face, a last minute facade you attempt to build before he can see how much he truly means to you and your little heart.

“Come now, don’t hide, you never gave me an answer.” Yoongi coaxes you hands away, but your cheeks are still burning much too bright for him to resist the need to adore you in your vulnerable state, so he finds his lips caressing the molten surface, your gasp of surprise music to his ears.

“So, what do you say (y/n)?”

He’s much too smug for your liking. That smile twisting your insides to a million knots, ensuring his victory, yet there’s doubt in his eyes. Min Yoongi, the pompous bastard who stole your heart, is actually… scared?

It’s a frightening thing, this thing they call love.

So you find courage in your mutual feelings: the fear in his eyes and in your heart to answer his question.

Nothing can be sweeter than the whispered yes you gave him, but the first taste of your lips on his may come a close second. He tastes like your daydreams, like your first and your last, silk and sweetness at the tip of your tongue. As with all good things, it ends too fast, but he’s quick to scatter kisses on each of your knuckles, sealing them with whispered promises.

“My princess,” soft pressure against your cheek, “my (y/n).”

“My bratty prince,” a whine of protest, “my Yoongi.”

“You think we should tell her we planned this?” Taehyung peeks from the ajar door.

“Shh!” The queen hushes her son with a raised finger, her eyes glued to the scene and her mind wandering off to the best possible wedding date for her two children.

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cryptidofthekeys · 7 years

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Anti x Tiny!Reader

(Okay, so this is like, gonna be KIND OF a branching path off the Robbie G/T story I wrote, except let's say that Marv finally chanted the right spell, turning you back to normal, however... Anti was not too happy about that, he never got a chance to play with you~ So now, he's gonna shrink you down with some kinda weird demon magic just shh and roll with it k?) You were wandering around what appeared to be... Well, you could honestly barely make it out, it was so dark you could barely see five feet in front of you. You gulped, getting shivers down your spine as you tried to look at your surroundings, desperately wanting to know where you were "I-Is anyone out there?" You called out... ................................................................ Silence, not a peep from anyone... Until, you heard a faint giggle in the distance, this unnerved you immensely but, being the curious little bean that you are, you decided to investigate. You got closer and closer, then the giggling stopped finally, deafening silence filling the air once more, you gulped and shakily called out "H-Hello?" This time, it was a full on cackle, then it turned into maniacle laughter that was almost ear-splittingly loud, a light shone upon you making you cover your eyes due to the brightness. "AHH!" You screamed out, shielding your eyes from the horrid bright light that engulfed your vision, a few moments pass, you slowly open your eyes, gasping, the moon was hovered above you, illuminating where you had been this entire time. You were in some form of alleyway ...Wait... Why was it so huge? The alley way looked absolutely gigantic to you! You suddenly heard what sounded like booming footsteps, it took you a moment before your eyes widened with realization... "No way... I'm..." Before you could finish your sentence you screamed out in terror upon feeling hands wrap around you, squirming and struggling, you began to scream out for help. "҉S͏̶hh̶͘͜,̢͞͝ ̶̧d̨u҉n̡͞ ͝s̡͏c̶̀͠r̶̛e̶a̕͘m҉́͟~̢͜ ̸̡Ye̶̷҉r̛ ̧͡g̨͞u̢҉͏n̸̷͠n̛a͟͡ ̴̡g͏iv̡͟e̕ ͜m̡̀e҉ ̵͠ą̀w̧͡a͠y̨!̴..̵.̀"̶̷ You heard that familar distorted, glitchy, and layered voice call out, your eyes focused on the one who had grabbed you, your face pale-ing. "ANTI! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATT--" You cut yourself off, whimpering loudly when he put his other hand over you, covering you in complete darkness. "I̶̵̵ ̵s̷ai͢d̛ ͝s̴̶h̵̢͢ư͡t th'̛ ͜͜f̧͘uc̸̸k̴̵ ̶̀u̸̧͝p̀!̸.̷͘͢.̸̶.̕ N҉͝ów̷ ̶̕ĺ͘͠i͏s̀̕t̡e҉n̶҉͞,̸́̀ ͢ý̴͠e͜r̨ ̛ǵ͘u͟ńņ̛͘a̢ ̵̸̛b̕͢e͘ ̧q͡ų̧͠í͟e̡͜t҉͏ ̡͡a̢̛͠n͡͏'҉̶ co͏m͘e͟ ̢́ẃ̕it̡h ̵͝͝me̡ ̶͘o͠͝t̸̶h̷͜e̛͝ŕ͘͏wis̢͠e̷͡,̡͢ ̀͟w̨҉͢e͠l̢͘l͢,͏͘͟ ļ̨é͏t'̧̡s ̶j̸u̧s͏͢t̡ s̨͠à̶y̢҉ ̨͏y̴a̴ ́̀m̕i̴g̵҉͜h̀͡t ̶̵n͞òt̵̕͠ ͘s̵̀͜e̸e҉ t҉h' ̶́͘o͢ţ̷h̶̛ęŗ̵̡s̢̧ ͜͡e̷̷̡v̧e̕r͞ ͝ag̨͡a͏́ì͞n͠,̶ ̸u̷̵̡n͝d̶̨ę͝͞rst̵̛o͟͡o̶̡d́?~̶̨̡" He growled lowly, pressing his hand further down, not enough to harm you of course. You cried out in fear, simply squeaking out a quiet yes in response, you knew how Anti acted... And you being this tiny, something told you this would not be a very pleasant experience. --------------------------------------------- You gasped when let go, you plopped down onto what appeared to be a desk, you quickly stood up and faced Anti who was looming over you "W-What do you want e-exactly Anti? And w-why turn me b-back tiny?!" He chuckled down at you "̛̀W̧h͡͝y̴̵?̷͡ ̧̀͜Wel҉͘l҉,͞ ̕͜s̷҉im҉̢p̢͘͡ĺ͡e͡ ̸͝re͘aĺ̛ly̨,̵̀ ͏I̶͢ ̷̧w̴̛a̧͟n̶t͝e͘d̡͢ ̨̕͡y͢͢a͟ t͢͝i͏͠n̶y͞ ̸́͡c̀͡͞a͟u̵͝s͟e y̢ę̛͢ŕ ̵́��s̸̛͝ǫ͟ ͞͠fu͏c̨͝k͝i̧ǹ'͟ ̸c̀͘ų̴t͠͝e҉̶ ̴̴t͞͠h̷̨a̡͘t̴̡̡ o̴͟n̨̛ę͏ ͜҉fe͏҉̶r̕ ̛on̵͝e̵̕, s̨͠e̶̕ç҉o̴n͢҉d̸͟ ̶̵̡r̡͘e̶͢as̢on ̨b̷҉eing,́ ҉̢y̡ȩ̕r̸ ͡ǹ̨̛ơt̵̢ ̡̢i̸̡n͘ ̵̶͡ço͜͜n͡t҉r̨ol̡ ̷͘͝w̷̡heǹ ̕ỳe̴͜r̵̕͡ t҉̛his͏̡ ̢͞s̷̢i̡͜z̵̨è̡~̷͠҉ ̴̷͝As̀́̀ ̷f̷e̷̵ŗ w͘h̷̡͞a̕t̨ ͢͠͞I̕͡ ̵҉͝w̸͜a͟n̵͢t͜ ́e̵x̷́ac̸ţ̸ly̴̢..̧.͠ ̵̀M̷͜'҉́͡ ͏̨g̶͟un̷̕ń͠͞a͏̧ ha̡͘ve̴ ̀śo͘m͝e͢͝ ̕f̶̢͞un̷ ̧̢w̕͟i҉̵t̸͟'c̡͜ha̷~̀!̛" He grinned, proceeding to pet your head. You grumbled, batting at his hand and glaring at him "Just because I'm tiny doesn't mean you can just boss me around! Your going to take me back to Marvin and change me back right. now or else--" He cut you off with a cackle, leaning down extremely close "O̶r̡̛͘ ̨̧èl͡s̢͘é͘ ͡ye͜'͟lĺ͟ ͟w̡͜ ͜͝h̀͠ ̴͢͜a͡ ̨t?̛͝~̡" He snapped his teeth at you, not biting you but just a simple tactic that made you squeal and flinch back. "H-Hey! Don't do that!" You bit your lip, looking away from him "And I'll.... I'll...." You paused, he did have a point... You were too small to do anything drastic, if you could just get to one of the others however you could alert one of them. (Lol-- dont alert Schneeps tho-- he'd kick Anti's ass-- ahem, just...just sayin' and Robbie-- dont... dont even mention this incident to him-- or Anti is dead for good) Anti sneered, poking you with a finger and causing you to fall over, he smirked at this "̀Can̨҉͢'́̕t͝ ̷̶͟e҉́ve̶͢͞n̴̛͜ d͟͡҉e̸͠f̨҉en̨͠d̷ ̢̀͝y̢é̸͏r̀ś̴͢e̕͞l͏f ̵͢͝f͠ro͏m ͘a͜͝ ͘͜s̛̕͠i͏m̡͝p͠l̕e̶͡ ̡̧̢ṕ̶o̕ke͡.͝ ҉̡̡H̨̨̀o̷̡w̛͞ ̢p̸̛a͡t̢h̕et̷́i̶c.͏̡̕~҉̷" You growled up at him "Fuck you, you asshole!" Standing up, you stuck up your middle fingers at him which made him very angry, squeaking when he grabbed you, your eyes widening, looking up at him, you hoped he wouldn't hurt you during all this. Anti squeezed your tiny frame a little, not enough to cause any major damage but it was enough to cause panic and pain, you squirmed against his grasp, whimpering loudly as he brought you up to his face. "Ýè̛r ̧͘p͏u͟ş͜͠h̡̡͢í̡͜n' ̛͝y͜͢e͡͠r ĺu̴̸̢c̸̨̨ķ ҉w̕it͜͞h͝ ̡̀m͏͠e͡.̸́.̢̛.̀.̛͡ T́̀͡r̸y ̸̧on͜e͠ ̕͟͠m҉̵o͠r͘͢e̴ ̧͠f̶̴u͏ḉ̛k̛̕i̵͡n'̸̨͝ ̵t̡h̴͘͘i̛ng̷̢,̵͡͞ ̨́I̛̕ ̵D A̴͢͡ ̸R̸ ͟͏̷E ̵͏y͟a̧͞.̸..͜ ̸J͢͝u҉st́͠ ̶̡t͠ŕ͢y͘͝ ̶̴̛i̴t̀͘.͘͟͏"̸̸̛ He snarled out aggressively, glaring harshly down at you. You whimpered a little, he was beginning to scare you now, and being this close to his face was uncomfortable "I-I'm sorry... Just... P-Please... Put me down a-and get your face a-away from me..." Anti's scowl turned into a maniacal grin suddenly "̨͟Oh̴͜?͏ ͠Y͜e̵̵ d҉̧u̶n̵̛͢ ͠l͘i̶k̶̢͢e̷ ҉͟b̴̀e҉i͟ng͘͘ s͝o͢ c̷̢lo͟se̷ t̷o̷̢͠ ̛̛m̕'̶͜͜ ̵̶͠f̶͏̴a҉̴c͜e͠?҉̴͞~̶" He brought you even closer, making it extremely uncomfortable for you. You looked down, eyeing his mouth, biting your lip and letting out a soft whimper "A-Anti c'mon dude... Just let me go." You were starting to feel highly unsettled by this. Anti noticed what you were staring at and snickered, teasingly running his tongue across his lips "̡̢͢Mm̵̧͟ḿ,̶҉ ̢̢d͏̵̶u̴n̕n̕͟ó̢͟ ̡b̢̨̢ò̴͏u͜t̛ ͢y̵̧o͜u̴ ́b̷ù͝t̴̡ m̵' ̧k̕in̴d̀͝͠a̡͟ ͠͝͝h͝͞u͞ǹ҉g̸̢r̢̛y͏ ͏̕my̶͞s̵͘͞é̵̡l̛͝f͞~̧͏" He lifted you up high, dangling you above his face. Your eyes widened and you began to struggle, looking up into his eyes pleadingly "A-Anti... d...don't...." You heavily breathed out, your body beginning to shake. He didn't speak this time, instead, slowly opening his mouth and revealing sharp canines and a long tongue that outstretched itself "Aaaah~" You gasped upon seeing the black abyss below you, your struggles got more frantic and you began screaming your tiny lungs out "STOP STOP STOP! NO! NO!" You began pleading and begging for him to stop. ((WARNING: Bit of a mouthplay scene, no vore, he might IMPLY it but its just mouthplay however if it makes you feel uncomfortable then turn back now)) Anti merely chuckled and dropped you into his mouth, snapping his teeth shut and sealing you inside the dark cavern "Mmm~" He purred rather loudly, making the hellish prison you were now trapped in rumble. You were practically hyperventilating now, scrambling to the front of his mouth and banging on his boulder-like teeth "LET ME OUT! D-DON'T EAT ME YOU PSYCHO!" You yelped when you felt his tongue push you around and prod at you. Anti was having the time of his life right now, scaring the daylights out of you was so much fun to him, however he had no real intentions to harm you, he was only doing this to mess around "Hmmm~" You screamed again, feeling the saliva come up beneath your feet, you froze completely, praying he didn't swallow you, you were ready to latch onto his tongue if he did. He opened his mouth to speak once pushing you back with his tongue, however it was rather slurred "͢D̡́͢ơ̶͘w̷͞n̶ t͞h́͘' ͝ha͟ţ̸ç̛ḩ̴~̛͜" He closed his mouth once more. You began breaking down into sobs, sliding down against his teeth and curling into a ball "Stopstopstopstop... Please, stop, n-no..." Your body was practically racking with sobs now, tears bursting from your eyes. Anti realized this and quickly spit you out onto his palm, staring down at you with... concern? He was actually concerned? 'Shit... I went too far...' He thought before his gaze on you softened. You looked up at him, still sobbing heavily, you couldn't even speak to him, you simply whimpered, slowly inching yourself into the farthest part of his hand that you could. Anti bit his lip, mentally kicking himself for going this far 'Wait to go idiot, ya just fucked up... Big time' He then shook his head and spoke aloud "É̡à͟͡s̵y̸҉̶,͟ ̶e͢͡a̸s̶̛͏y͞͏ ̢͘th͢eré́ ļ̵i̵̡l̷ ͟fe̶͘l̷͠l̴͝a...!͜ ̧͞͠I̵͝.͢͝.͡҉.͏͘.I ͏̧er,̢̕ ͏I ͡w͟a̴͞ś͞ ͞j͏̕u͡͡s̨͝t̛ ͏p̨͝là͟y̢̨͘į̶̴n͘' ͢a͞r̢͢o̵̕u̧͢͏n̶̡͝d!̸̨͞ ̵̛͜Y̶e̢͢ ̛͝k̸no͠͡ẁ͠͡ ̴̶I̵͢͠'d ̴n̵e͢͏v̛e͟͞͏r̡͝ ̀͡a̶c͘t̷͢ua̴l̢̛͟l̴y̕ ̢̛h̵̛uŗ͜t ̛y̨a̢̢.̢.̸.̷̀.̡͞ ͜͏̢P̷͠l͜èą̸s͞͝e̢̕͞, ̵̵̛s͡t̸̕̕o̴͟p̵,́́ s̕͠t҉ơp͘ ̶̛c͘͞r̶͡͠y̵͢i̛n̡͟g.̴͝.҉.̷̴̀ ͜S͟͢ţ͞o̵̵p̸̵͟ ̸į͜͝t͡ ̷̕.͟.̴.͟A҉h̨͟ ̶f̕uć̡kį̨ǹ̸' ͝h̢̛e͢l҉͏ĺ͏̨..̷͝." You continued to shake and sob, looking up into his eyes and breathing at a rather fast pace ". . ." You were silent, not even wanting to speak to him now, you just continued to stare. Anti sighed and reached out his hand, flinching however when you screamed, his expression becoming upset now "̢̀Ṕ̨l̴eà̴ş̵͡e̢͡͝ st̵͞ǫ́͜p͏ ͞c̨ŗ̛͘ýing͝.̵͜.̛҉.̶̡͜!̵ ̸̸͞I̛͜ ͏͢di͢͝dn̢'̸͠ţ̷ m̶̵ęa̡͡n͝ ͜͠t̸҉o̡̡..̡͠ .͡I҉'̢m̶.̶̛̀.̛͜͜..I̡'̶̧͢m҉̀ ̨́so͏ŕŗ͢͞y̢͝,̴ ̡͞d̶̛o͝n͞'͡t͝ ͘c҉͡҉r̛ý̵̵..̀̀.̡͠ ̀D̶.́͢͠.̧̕.̷͡͏.D͠ǫ̴n't͢͜ ̕҉b͘e̵..͟͝..̵ ̶af̵҉r͝á́͟i̧͜d̨͞.̢ ́͠I̡̛̕ ̵͝͠w̡͡à͟s̸ ̀j͠u͏s̷͞͏t͡.͘҉.͜.̴.̸̶ t̷e͟͢a̶s̡͘͡i͏n̡' ͘͘y͟e..͘.͡" He began to softly stroke your hair. You heard the hurt tone in his voice, your sobs were slowly calming down but your body was still shaking, you flinched when he began stroking your hair but for some reason that just seemed to calm you even more. "...D-D-D-Don't... do... again..."You could barely talk properly right now. Anti nodded "̵̵I̵͟͡.̷̧͜.̛̀.̛̀ ̶̧͟w̷͜on͞͡'̨͠t̴͏̧ ̵̵͡d͘͝ǫ i̷͘t̵͟͡ ̧͠ą̶͞g͝a͏̀́in..҉͞. ̧I̧͏҉ ̵̴s̸̛͢w͘e̕͝͞a̷͡r̀.̨͢.͏.͏̵͠ ͞.̛.̨͠..̵̸͠ ̴͟C̸'̨m҉er̷͠e͜.̨̢.̶͜.̨" He mumbled, pulling you close to his chest and walking over, gently plopping down on his bed. He proceeded to cuddle you into his chest, whispering soothingly to you. You finally calmed down and snuggled into his chest "...Anti..." You started, noticing that worried look on his face "...I'm not gonna yell at you but please, for the love of everything... NEVER do that again, ever..." You sighed, still being snuggled into his chest. Anti nodded at you, his worried expression turned into one of confusion as he stared down at you "..̴̕.̢.͝Y͞ȩ...̵. ̷̸̢d҉̧ìd͟n͘'̢t̡ ̕yę̶̵l̸҉͟l҉̷͟ ̧͞a̕t ̶mé̷̴?͠͡ ͘̕A͞҉͘f̀tȩr̵ ̸à̴̀l̸͠l͏̧ I̧̡ ͘͜d̡̛i͢d̸?̶̕͏" He questioned, he looked stunned yet confused. You shook your head "No point in yelling... It wouldn't do anything anyways, besides I think... You learned your lesson ...Hopefully ....You are... Really warm" You smiled up at him, nuzzling his hand a little. He smiled, no smirk nor grin, but an actual genuine smile from the glitchy demon who wanted nothing but power and control, he wanted others to fear him, but... Seeing him smile like that made him seem not all that bad "͞Ţ̴h͞a̸n̕ḱ ͜y͜a͏͘?̢͜.̨̨.̶́͢.̶̷ ̢̧͟Ỳ͜ȩr̕͏.̶.͠. e̛͟r̢̨̕..̶̕.̢.̨ ͟͠s̶̵u҉̢͢p͟e̷͢͢r̡҉ ̵̴ću͞͞͡té̕͝..͝.͢.̷͞"̛ You both blushed at that statement, Anti then turned away, grumbling slightly which made you giggle in response "Your not all that bad... Are you? I think your just a big soft teddy bear" Anti glared daggers down at you for a moment ".̷..̴Y҉e̸͘͟r͟ ͟͝͝l̨͏u̶͞cķ̸y͏̶ ͘I̢͞ ͞͝l̨i͜҉ķ̨́e̵ ҉̛̕y̷̕a͘ s̸o͜͠ d̀͠a̢m̧͢n̛͘ ̴̕m̷ư͏c̵h͠ ͞͠(̸̀Y/N).̡͘.̀͘.̕.́͜ ̧.͠.͘.͠͏M͡a̷͡y̷̕͠b͜͏̸ȩ͡ ̀҉̕e̴҉v͏ȩ̸n̷ ̸̧l̡o͝ve͏̕.̵̨͠.̷̵.͏̵" He mumbled the last part, making you tilt your head in confusion. "What was that last part?" You questioned, looking at him curiously. ".҉̷.҉̨͏.́͢.̵ ̀I͟ ̀s̨̛͢ai̕d͜,̸͟ ͜͞I̕ l͜o̷͡ve̛ ̸̕ỳ̵̨ą ͏̶(̢͏Y͞/͜͡N͟)͏͞.̸̡͡..͟ ̀Y̡҉e҉r͠ á͢ ͏̸c̢u͢҉t͘e̵'e̷͞͠n.̨.͟͞.̸̸̛.̸͝ ͡I̷'͏l̸l̷͜͡ ̴͞ad̶̡͟m͘i̧t͢ ̸͡b́ù͠t҉͠ ́́ì̕͝f̛͝ ͟͞y͡e̵͞ ̀͝t̀҉e̴̴̴ll̕ ̧Á̸͢N̡͜͢Y͜͡ ̸̢͟o̴̶f̸ ̸̶t̕͢h̷͝͡'҉ ̴́o̧͜͞t͞h̵er̡s͢͝ ̕͘a͘͢b̶̢o͘͠u͟t̶͞ ̧́͟.҉͝..̶̛ŢH̡҉I̛͘͢S̀.̷͟..̸ ̡Í̕ ̴wi҉l҉̶͠l̵ ̶̡͡k̨i͠l̢̛l̶̨ ̢ý͟o̷͞ú̸,́ ̸́u͠͡n̕͞d͟e͢rs͢͞t͘a͟n̢d̷̕?" He growled out, trying to seem all tough, underneath the rough exterior he was pretty sweet ...Okay, maybe only sweet to you. You laughed at him and nodded "Understood Anti, understood. ...I love you too..." You smiled but then yawned, snuggling into his chest and closing your eyes. Anti couldn't help but chuckle at this, settling his hand gently over you like a blanket, he relaxed and closed his eyes as well "̸͡G҉e̵t̶̢̛ ͠ş̀ò͏͢m͘҉e҉ ̶͜͡s̢͞l͏e̡̕èp͡..̢. ͜҉I'̸̡l͠l̕҉.̵̢͡.̷.͘͟.͢͠.̀ ҉I͝'̧͝ll͝.̴̛..҉.͠ ͡e̡͠r̶,̀̕ ḱ̢e̛͢e̢p̷͜ ̵̵͝y̸̡a͏ ̛saf͝e҉ ̷a̢͢n̸͟'́ w̸a҉҉r̢̀m.̷͠.̶̴͏.̷.̸͘ ͡..̸͡.̴̡Lo͝v҉̷e̛͢ ̡̨͝ya̕͢ ̷̧̀(͡Ỳ̢͘/̢͏N̶̶)̴̵" He mumbled, stroking you with a single finger. You smiled, your eyes still closed "...Love you too big guy..." You then both fell into a deep and peaceful sleep, Anti's hand was draped over your tiny form, cuddling you close to his chest as you two slept the night away.

#antisepticeye #giant anti #giant/tiny #fearplay #x reader #g/t community #g/t writing #g/t fluff #well fluff at the ending anyways #mouthplay #mouthplay warning #no vore #none of that-- just mouth play #My Story

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